53 comments/ 26948 views/ 16 favorites Bitter Fingers By: Bitter Fingers Nick watched her cross the floor and steeled himself to follow. Reaching the bar she leaned over it and held up her glass for a refill. Just then Roy Hobbs the lead guitarist and singer from the band announced that a guest performer would be doing a couple of songs with the band so that he could have a "smoke and a piss break." "So it's my massive pleasure to introduce a local boy who's now a man and has come back home after travelling and conquering the World and I'm sure you're gonna love him as much as I do. The prodigal son returns, JOHN LOCK." Roy shouted. John In his senior school years, taught by his dad, John had learned to box and had twenty six amateur fights and won them all, nineteen by stoppage. After leaving school John was able to use his qualifications to join the Navy as a Mechanical Technician. He signed on for six years and was quickly snapped up for the Navy boxing team. John rose through the ranks to Sub-Lieutenant and remained unbeaten in the ring, adding another fifty eight fights to his record with forty nine by stoppage. John's Captain for the last two ships had been Chris Pollard, a Cornish man who he grew to love and respect and who taught him how to read music and play the guitar. Leaving the Navy was a wrench for John and he still didn't know why he did it, he wanted to sign on for another three years at least but Chris retired in his last year and he didn't enjoy serving under anyone else as much so before he really had chance to change his mind John was walking down the gangplank for the last time. Turning professional as a boxer was just a natural decision as he had his choice of good management and promotors. They all wanted an unbeaten amateur fighter with sixty eight stoppages fifty of which were clean knock outs when most of his fights had been three round fights. As a pro John had fought for the British and Commonwealth title, winning it in five rounds and defending it three times before fighting for and winning the European Title. John's dad would have been so proud of him, but for the fact that he had died when John was twenty one and serving in Gibraltar. Coming home for the funeral and seeing his mother and family had nearly broken him. In his first amateur fight after his dad died John got lazy and took a big right to the mouth which gave him his second ever fat lip and almost knocked him over for the second time in his life. He had to mentally scold himself and pull back his discipline to land a heavy right cross in the third round to win. As World Champion Steve Long could choose his defences as he wanted, but his next fight had to be against the mandatory challenger John Lock. Steve wasn't frightened of John but he really could do without what he knew would be a hard fight. He would have to be at his best and use every trick and weapon he had to beat this guy. John stood in the ring, the introductions made and everything was ready for the fight of his life. "Seconds out round one," was announced. John punched his own gloves together in determination and putting his chin on his chest marched to the centre of the ring with the words "Up on your toes and nice and loose. Now hands up, left in front of right. Tuck your chin into your chest and eyes on me, and don't take them off of me until I say it's ok," going through his mind. "This is for you dad," he said to himself as he through his first left jab perfectly hitting the target. "Fuck me this boy can punch" thought Steve, "If that was just a jab, I'm in trouble." Just as the second one slammed into his forehead and rocked his head back on his shoulders. "Return fire," he thought and so he did, in fact in that split second of thought he considered that "fix bayonets" might be more appropriate. For the first two and a half minutes of the first round both fighters were content to exchange jabs until John stepped to his left and watched Steve go with him dropping his left hand slightly. BANG, he threw his favourite right cross and connected with Steve's open chin. Suddenly the ref was pushing John back and pointing to the neutral corner. Steve was on his back on the floor in his own corner. With the shouted instruction to "Get the fuck up" Steve gingerly rose at eight on jelly legs. As the ref looked Steve in the eyes and made him rub his own chest with his gloves, John was standing dazed in the neutral corner. Taking two steps towards Steve the Ref signalled for both fighters to fight. Just as John went to through his favourite again, "DING" the bell went for the end of round one. On his corner stool John looked past his trainer towards his opponent in his corner. His seconds were working furiously to rouse him and Steve looked like he was waking up from a Sunday nap. Not only was John a good fighter he was also a scholar of the ring. Watching Steve get up early from his stool brought back memories of Lloyd Honeyghan against Johnny Bumphus. Steve was almost running across the ring before the bell for round two. John screamed "gum shield"and his second Dave shoved the plastic shield between his lips. John's trainer was pushed aside as Steve reached him just as the bell went. John was ready and dipped under Steve's haymaker right hook and slammed a straight left into Steve's ribs Steve sunk to his right and left his chin exposed on his left side. For a split millisecond John considered not throwing his favourite again and in that time he wondered what made him hesitate? That thought suddenly disappeared and John connected with the right cross, not with Steve's chin but his temple. Steve crumpled to the floor at John's feet and the ref waved his arms then leaned down to pull Steve's gum shield out. John had won the World title and he was suddenly in another world. His trainer grabbed him around his waist and lifted him up. Everybody in his team were jumping in exultation and John was crying out "DAD, DAD, LOOK WHAT I'VE DONE" Steve was still on the floor and his trainer and second started waving their arms furiously. The doctor was called and John's heart stopped. Steve was carried out on a stretcher and John entered yet another world, one he would be in for a long time. Maggie NO, it can't be, I don't believe it, what's he doing here? These were all the cliché sayings that went through Maggie's head as she turned from the bar and walked slowly through the dance floor crowd, her empty glass still grasped in her fingers and her mouth open in wonder. John steeped up to the microphone and spoke to the crowd for the first time. His Fender strapped across his broad shoulders his voice was as handsome as his chiseled good looks. "A very good evening people of Soton, I have indeed been away for sometime but like a fine wine I've matured in that time. But more of a Beaujolais Nouveau I'm back and may well be here year after year," John said grinning. "Many thanks to Roy for letting me on to drag down this wonderful band's fantastic reputation to the bottom of the musical pond where I reside." John carried on as he leaned on his guitar and looked round at the band smiling. He plucked the first few chords he began to sing. I'm going on the circuit, I'm doing all the clubs, And I really need a song boys to stir those workers up, And get their wives to sing it with me just like in the pubs, When I worked the good old pubs in Stepney. Maggie stopped and listened, she thought she'd heard the song somewhere but couldn't bring it to mind. The crowd clapped and swayed to the song that most of them had never heard. "He's good ain't he?" Elaine said to Maggie suddenly appearing at her side. "What's that song?" Maggie asked. "Elton John" said a man on her other side. Maggie remembered, John had played it to her one day when they had been allowed to take records into school. She couldn't remember the name but she knew John had liked it. Gary had scratched the needle right across it when he saw it was John's. She was sure John had almost cried, especially when she had just said something about Gary saying sorry and that he could buy a new one. It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers So much to prove, so few to tell you why Those old die-hards in Denmark Street start laughing At the keyboard players hollow haunted eyes, John sung and played like a pro, obviously a favourite song of his. Maggie had loved Elton John but only because John liked him so much. "Elaine I've got to talk to him, I've got to tell him, even if he's married with eight kids I've got to tell him I love him and I always have and always will. Even if he brushes me off or tells me to fuck off, I've got to tell him," Maggie said above the music cupping her mouth to Elaine's ear. "Go for it girl, if you can get near him" Elaine replied smiling. Maggie pushed through the rest of the rocking crowd to the foot of the stage just as John reached the end of the song. No more long days hocking hunks of garbage Bitter fingers never swung on swinging stars, swinging stars. John looked down at Maggie and smiled, recognising her instantly he took the applause and went straight into the lead guitar intro to Saturday Nights Alright For Fighting, naturally. It's getting late have you seen my mates Ma tell me when the boys get here John Playing with Roy's band was great and playing some of his favourite songs was really good. But best was seeing Margaret again, she looked different but yet the same. Shiny red hair and sparkling green eyes, she was still as beautiful as ever she was. She was waiting to talk to him as he came off stage and he wanted to talk to her. They both had so much to say to each other but the first thing past each of their lips was the stupid question, "are you single?" Stupid, but highly relevant because they had so much talking to do that neither of them wanted to interfere in each other's relationships. John and Margaret decided that as they had so much to say they would need to see each other in a quieter situation. So they arranged to meet back at the Sun lunchtime the next day. John relayed most of his story first, telling Margaret about going to Shirley Warren and how his dad had taught him boxing and had insured that she couldn't see him as he said she was an obvious distraction. He told her about the Navy and Chris Pollard teaching him guitar. He left out the last fight he'd had but relayed that he'd earned a few bob and had no need to work anymore but had come back to Soton and his father's farm to live. Now he was up to date it was her turn. But first lunch, John ordered a burger and salad and Margaret had some Salmon. The food was good in the Sun and they spent the next half hour eating, talking and laughing. Maggie. "First things first you have to call me Maggie," she stated. Maggie went on to tell him everything, starting with the fateful day at school when Gary had knocked him out. "He didn't fucking knock me out!" John loudly stated, interrupting her train of thought. "Sorry I thought that's what happened," she replied. "No, No, No," John slammed, "He knocked me OVER, and I hit my head on the tree, there's a difference," he continued. "Sorry my fault," She apologised. "Accepted.. Maggie," he replied with a smile. Maggie continued to tell him her side of the story and made the point that she wanted to kiss him and not Gary fucking Smith. John smiled at her remembering his nickname for the prick. She carried on to tell him about nursing and how she had gone away to train and come back to live. John admired her dedication and her skill in her craft. She told him about her Irish temper and how she'd dated a few men but never far enough to get serious, just hinting to him the fact that she was still a virgin and intended to stay that way until marriage. To which John frowned slightly but was not too concerned. They both admitted to each other how trivial their reasons for splitting up were and that although they didn't feel that way at the time they both thought that they were long gone now and well and truly in the past. They both related how much they missed each other and still loved each other with all their hearts. "I guess we should be married as soon as possible then because I don't think I can wait that long to get you naked," John stated. "Is that your idea of a proposal?" Maggie replied, pretending to be offended when all she wanted to do was shout from the nearest roof top. The ceremony was brilliant. John's mother was able to make it and all their family were there to see them joined. The small church was Maggie's ideal wedding setting and they both loved every minute of being tied together in front of almost everyone they knew. They had a wonderful reception at The Sun and Solar Prestige played for them as a wedding present from Roy and the boys. John got up and did a few numbers with the band, both with Roy and on his own. Elton John songs of course, the usual Saturday Nights Alright for Fighting, then Empty Sky, Elderberry Wine, and finishing with the favourite Bitter Fingers. Roy was obviously an Elton John fan too, as were the whole band considering the fact of what they had named themselves. They planned their first night together back at the farm house with no honeymoon but just a few days together but Roy had an announcement to make before they did the traditional early exit. "Ok people, I'd just like to say that we have another wedding gift for the happy couple, a night in the best hotel in the County and five days in Jersey as a well deserved honeymoon. Now go on you two get the fu... I mean hell out of here." Everyone applauded Roy's little proclamation and cheered as the happy couple went under the tunnel of linked arms and on their way to their new life together. The newly wed couple faced each other in the bedroom for the first time. "God I love you," John told her. "I love you more," Maggie replied. "Not possible," John countered pulling her white dress's straps over her creamy shoulders. In silence they slowly undressed each other and stood facing, naked and exposed. John froze in wonder at the beautiful red haired, green eyed goddess before him. They moved back together laying gently on top of the bed. John moved over her and caressing her face he moved his fingers through her candy hair. Leaning down he placed gentle kisses on her alabaster neck and made his way down to her red ruby nipples, gently sucking each one in turn until Maggie felt like they were going to burst. Maggie caressed the back of her lovers head as he carried on going past her soft belly towards her delicate, red down covered pussy. Already Maggie was feeling delicious twinges and little sparks of pleasure running through her pussy. She had never been as wet as this and as ready for more, in her life. John covered the tops of her legs with little kisses and they opened naturally to allow him access. His gentle ministrations to the area, everywhere apart from her clit made it throb and positively ache for him. Suddenly he flattened his tongue against the bottom of her dripping slit and took one long lap to the top, then he stopped and waggled the tip over her erect little pleasure button. She was so turned on and ready that a gushing orgasm hit her straight away. John continued to lick and suck her hot slot to three more delicious orgasms before he let up, lapping up her delicious river of juices flowing freely from her spasming pussy. "Are you ready for me now, my love," he quietly whispered, "My God I've been ready for years, give it to me now, make me yours lover," she groaned. John moved above her and his hard cock naturally lined up with her hot entrance. "I'll start off gently," he said, "I'll stop if it hurts too much," "I love you" she replied. His foreskin peeled back as his solid cock pushed between her soaking pussy lips. He felt the slight resistance of her maidenhead against the head of his cock. Her pussy seemed to tighten further as he paused. "This is it my love, are you sure you're ready?" He moaned. "Do it" was all she could grunt. He pushed his cock forward in a smooth motion and he heard her moan and felt her virginity go. Still for a moment, he kissed her with an undying passion and moved further forward until his entire cock was inside her and he was pushing against her cervix. He made love to her until she had cum harder than ever before and then again as he filled her with his warm juice. They woke up the next morning wrapped together, under the cotton sheets, bathed in each other's sweat and cum. Marriage came naturally to them. They were soon settled down to a warm and loving relationship, living on John's farm. John kept the farm just like his dad had, Maggie kept working at the practise and although children were on the agenda for the future they were happy as they were for now. How things can change. As Bernie Taupin put it "It's hard to write a song with bitter fingers." John John sat in one of the alcoves in The Sun at lunchtime. He was having a quiet drink with his best friend Roy and just generally shooting the breeze. Suddenly from nowhere he heard a voice from his long distant past, "Yeh I've only been back in this shit hole village for two weeks and I've shagged four tarts already. Two of them from that doctors practice, one from the garage and that bird from the newsagents shop. Got my eye on another one too." Gary fucking Smith bragged. Roy looked at John and watched as a sudden storm fell across his eyes. "Knew her a long time ago and I found her working in that doctors practice with the other two tarts. Won't take me long to get into those knickers, even if she's married. Once the other two tell her how good I am at laying pipe she'll be gagging for it. Then she'll be one of Gary's girls for sure." He went on. Roy had almost heard enough of his shit and began to rise from his seat. "No, shhh, not now, it's what he wants," hushed John, putting his hand across Roy's forearm and gently guiding him back down. "Too many people about. It needs to be done privately." Gary kept talking and of course bragging, and John and Roy kept listening. But hearing the way Gary was talking, knowing the way he was John became more and more convinced that Gary didn't know they were there, and listening to him. "Yeh, I've got a classic soft top Ford and although it's not much performance wise, it sure is a babe magnet," Gary bragged, "and I've found this old gravel track that leads into this small forest where I can drive down and not be seen, it's far enough away from the main road to ensure that if the bitch gets antsy it won't be easy for her to get away, heh heh." John's frown grew deeper as he realised he knew where Gary was talking about. The gravel track was on his land and lead down into the copse at the bottom of his field. "Such an asshole," groaned Roy. "He'll get his, no worries, just a matter of time and place," John replied "Fucking perverted son of a bitch, he's talking about Maggie, and he's talking about making sure she can't refuse," swore Roy. "Don't worry, Maggie won't go anywhere near him, she knows what it would mean to me if she even talks to him." John said, trying to convince himself as well. Maggie Maggie didn't know what to do, Gary was back and had come to her work a couple of times. Elaine and Lynne had been on dates with him and had told her about them. Apparently Gary had been "quite good" and they'd both had a good time. Maggie had not told John that Gary had made a couple of appointments to see her and tried his old chat up lines on her with obvious hopes of getting into her panties. If John even knew that she'd spoken to him he'd be furious with her. She knew John loved her with all his heart and she believed he would forgive her for anything, but she still didn't want him to find out about her talking to Gary. Bitter Fingers Gary was a real pain in the ass and she couldn't believe that he could measure up to John in any way. Physically he was inferior and also in personality but most of all she loved John with her whole being and she knew he did the same. John was the only man she'd ever had full sex with and in the minutest space of the smallest corner of her mind she wondered if she had sex with someone else how much different would it be than with John. She immediately scolded herself for even letting that thought enter her mind, of course John was better and it might be different but how could different make any difference? Now she was even confusing herself in her mind. Scolding herself once more she thought that she should stop thinking about it completely and anyway it wouldn't be worth losing John over, nothing would be worth losing her whole world over, her whole life even. That night she thought she better tell John about Gary. Yes she would definitely tell him, but only about Gary being back "Gary fucking Smith is back in town," John said to Maggie over his plate of steak and salad. Maggie suddenly didn't know what to say, she had planned to tell John but he already knew. "Um, um.. Really, when did you find, um, that out?" She stuttered. "Saw him today." John continued. Maggie's heart thumped. "Where, um, when, um did you talk to him?" "Nah, the asshole never saw me, he was in the Sun, heard him doing his old thing, he was bragging that he'd had Elaine and Lynne," he stated. Maggie's heart almost stopped. If John knew about Elaine and Lynne he had to know he'd been in to the surgery practice and so he had to know Maggie had seen Gary and not told him. "John I.." She stuttered once more. "I know you knew he was around Maggie, it annoys me that you didn't tell me, but I guess I know why," John said surprisingly. "I'm sorry darling" she replied. "I know you were worried about my reaction but Maggie, we're married now, he can't touch us, can he?" He questioned. "Of course not, he means nothing to me, you know that," she replied. "I know that! What I meant was his fucking bragging, I thought you knew that's what I meant! Not that he meant anything to you!" He shouted. "For fucks sake women, he shouldn't mean anything to you at all, we're married for fucks sake, he's still fucking doing it after all this fucking time, shit!" He shouted. Maggie sat down and looked at her lap. "Fuck it! I have to get out of here" John cursed. John rose and pushed his chair back so hard it fell over behind him. He went to the door grabbing his crash helmet on the way. "No John, don't ..." She cried. Too late, John had got on his trial bike and wheel spun away up the lane. John Two weeks later John and Maggie were over their argument, John had forgiven her and she had apologised to him over and over. That Saturday afternoon was Jim and Rita's barbecue party and John and Maggie were going to go. John's mother had fallen quite ill and John had gone to see her. "You go to the party Mags, because Roy and Jo can look after you, I'll be back as soon as I can," John stated on the phone. "Ok darling I'll see you soon." Maggie replied. "Love you Mags, be good" he replied. Maggie wondered what his last remark had meant as she placed the receiver down. Maggie Maggie sat in the garden with Roy and his girlfriend Jo, drinking and chatting and having a great time. Roy was happy because for once his band wasn't expected to play and he could be a normal guest. Roy had promised John to keep an eye on Maggie and not let her drink too much. Jo had no idea about Maggie, John and Gary's story, Roy had never told her. Jo really liked Maggie, she loved her company and was enjoying the party very much. Maggie was drinking vodka and coke but had not had many. Jo had drunk more than Maggie but Roy had kept it down so he could concentrate on keeping a watchful eye on his best friend's wife. The band was quite good and they were all well into the music, when the lead singer pointed out Roy and got the crowd behind him in pulling him up with the band for a few numbers. Jo loved watching and hearing Roy play and she gladly edged him on to do it. "Keep Maggie company and keep an eye on her," Roy ordered Jo as he took the cheers and strapped on a guitar. After two numbers Jo was jumping and swaying to the music. Gary approached Maggie from behind and took her drink out of her hand. "Don't Gary," Maggie said as she turned to see him. "Aw come on Mags, let me get you another drink," Gary shouted above the music. "I'm fine thank you and John's the only one who gets to call me Mags." Gary moved towards her talking loudly in her ear and handing her drink back. "Ok Maggie I'm sorry, you know me I'm always making a joke about something." Maggie couldn't think of any joke he'd made. Jo was too busy dancing and having a good time to notice Gary and Maggie. Roy pounded the strings and belted out the lyrics to Hotel California like it was the last song he'd ever sing. Less than five minutes later Gary lead Maggie away from the party with his arm around her. John. John rode back on his Fantic 1100 trial bike, as fast as he could within the speed limit, his eyes streaming. He propped his bike outside Jim and Rita's and hung his helmet on the handle bars. Jogging into the party he began looking around for Maggie. He then saw Roy with Jo, but no Maggie. "Where's Mags?" He asked as he reached a frantic looking Roy. "Sorry man, I only left her with Jo to do a couple of numbers." Roy answered. "She must be round here somewhere, she's probably gone to get another drink." John smiled nervously. "Sorry mate, we've looked all over, she's been gone for over a half hour, she can't be here." Roy said dejectedly. John suddenly changed expression and looked at Roy. "You let me down friend, you know my story, I think you know where she is too." Before Roy could answer John turned and left the party. He got back on to his bike and roared off towards his farm. As he reached half way down the track he clicked down to first gear and lowered the throttle to tick over. The sun had just gone down and darkness had begun to set in, the half light was enough for him to see the car tail light reflectors at the end of the rough gravel track just under cover of the entrance to the copse. Maggie. Maggie was feeling no pain, as a matter of fact she felt great. Gary was being the ultimate gentleman, he was taking her for a ride in his lovely open topped car on a lovely autumn evening and John wouldn't know a thing about it. They were driving down a quiet lane that had just enough room for the car, she thought to herself that they would be stuck if anything, even a bike, would come towards them the other way. She noticed a ditch by the side of the track getting close to to car. "Where we going now Gary?" She asked. "Shh never mind, just down here a bit and we'll stop for a chat." Gary replied with a smile. Maggie didn't care where they were, it would serve John right to find out that she could do what she wanted. She could talk to Gary if she wanted and she could go for a drive with Gary if she wanted. The dose of powdered Rohypnol that Gary had slipped into her drink had taken effect quickly, it was not too much, just enough to make her drop all her inhibitions and not care what's happening. The car stopped under some trees and Maggie wondered what they were doing there. Gary moved over to her and said gently, "Your so beautiful Maggie I've always thought you were the prettiest girl I've ever met." Maggie was floating now and hearing Gary's soft words made her care even less where she was and what she was doing. Gary saw that the drug was doing a great job and began to undo the buttons down the front of her dress. Wow, tits to die for and no bra, this women was even sexier than he thought. Soon he had her clothes off including her black panties and was scrambling to lower his pants. He almost jumped on her in her seat but struggled to get access to her golden pussy. "Let's get out of the car Mag's we'll have more room." Gary ordered. Soon Gary had her leaning backwards over the back of his car naked as her fucked her at last. She was a little dry but nothing that a big wodge of spit wouldn't help. Half a dozen deep strokes and he was cumming like never before. Maggie was just lying back grunting and Gary thought to himself that she must have had a shed load of orgasms from his powerful performance. "Get down on your knees Mags and suck the biggest cock you've ever had," Gary sneered. "John's, John's, is b,b,bigger" she sputtered back, before sliding down to her knees on the rough gravel. She opened her mouth and took in his half hard cock, thinking as she did, "Yeh John's is bigger, way bigger and harder too and if she was with him he would have made her cum a whole handful of times before he even would have put it in, and he wouldn't have had her kneeling on rough ground being forced to suck him off." After getting her to lick and suck his monster cock Gary pulled her up and turned her round to bend her over. "Ever had it up the ass baby?" Gary laughed. NO! She thought, but she couldn't find the words. John Just as John reached a short distance away from the copse he killed the bike engine. He propped the bike and walked the last few yards. In the half light he saw his wonderful loving wife bent over the back of soft top ford being fucked from behind. She was grunting and groaning as Gary fucked into her with a rapid motion. "Grrrr, take it Mags, you know you love being ass fucked, Gary snorted. Maggie just grunted as the pain shot through her ass in harsh spikes. John was devastated, his whole world crumpled, how could she? He stupidly thought she loved him. But how could she do this? Millions of thoughts passed through his senseless mind. But the main one was "kill" he was going to kill them both, Gary first. He reached forward and put his open left hand over the top of Gary's head and putting his first two fingers into Gary's eyes he peeled him back from Maggie. "AAHH" Gary shouted as he turned around to face his attacker. "What the fuck? Ha, if it isn't the wimp husb..." Gary cried. But he didn't get to even finish the sentence before the first punch landed. John's favourite straight right knocked Gary clean out on his feet and he crumpled backwards. Maggie had turned around leaning against the car, she saw John pick Gary up and punch him full in the face. He was totally limp and being held up to be punched. "NO JOHN" Maggie cried. But John took no notice whatsoever, continuing to punch Gary in the face, knocking him down then picking him up again. A hellish cycle of systematic beating, picking him up holding him up with one hand and punching him in the face with the other. Over and over again until both Gary's eyes were swollen shut, his nose was flat and definitely broken, several teeth were broken and possibly his jaw too. "Please John no more, you'll kill him," Maggie pleaded surprisingly coming out of her drug induced stupor. "Ok, I've done his face, now let's see how his body work stacks up," John growled. The first left broke a rib, as did the following right. Then John got a little tired of lifting and holding him up. " I guess I'm not as fighting fit as I thought I was," John stated with an evil grin. "Stop this now John, what will happen to us if you kill him?" Maggie continued to plead. John dragged Gary over to the car and laid his unconscious body back over the tailgate. Maggie moved towards John as she prepared to cuddle him but he moved in front of Gary, pushing her aside. CLUMP.. The next left hook slammed into his body, breaking two more ribs. "That's better, more room for leverage," John simply stated. HUMPH, the next one went in, then another then another. "It" bang. "Takes" bang. "A lot of" thump. "Practice" thump. "And training" thump. "And fitness, along" bang. "With power," thunk. John stopped and leaned on Gary's limp body. "To break someone's ribs with one punch, but of course it helps if they're already asleep, so they can't tense their stomach muscles, " John stated calmly, breathing heavily. "No John you can't hit him any more, he's done, you've won, please stop it," Maggie cried. "To answer your first question, what will happen to us if I kill him? Well there is NO US," he simply replied. "And he's already beat me because he took you." Maggie whimpered. "So I can't of won since I'm already beaten, and I can't kill anyone since I'm already dead. I died tonight when I saw you with him, so it won't matter what I do to him or anybody because I'm not here, you see?" John laughed inside at his insane logic. "John, just let me .. " Bang, John sunk his fist into Gary's stomach making him slide down until he was propped up with his ass on the bumper and his legs stretched out in front of his broken body. "Ok I'll make this a final blow," John smiled. Jumping up on the car boot lid John stood above Gary looking down upon him. "Yeehaa" John screamed and jumped up as high as he could. He came down with all his weight with both feet landing on Gary's left shin. BANG, Gary's shin bone cracked. Maggie cried out and immediately turned and threw up. John stood for a moment over Gary and then bent over and laid him flat. He then moved around and dragged his limp body to the edge of the track, then he rolled him into the ditch with a push of his foot. Maggie groaned and slowly stood upright. John went to the car and picked up all the loose clothes, he opened the car and took out a blanket from the boot, he put all of the clothing and shoes into the blanket. He didn't want Margaret to have any way to cover herself against the open air, he wanted her to be totally exposed to the elements. With the car's soft top roof retracted John knew that Margaret would have no cover at all and would have to choose between walking naked and bear foot down the gravel track or make her way through the bramble covered copse, to get anywhere. "Walk, but not to my house, anywhere, but just fuck off out of my sight," John growled. He pulled the keys out of the ignition and picked up the blanket by the corners. He jumped on his bike and rode off down the track towards home. Maggie. Night had fallen and all light was gone. Maggie suddenly felt more alone and exposed than she ever had. She determined that she had to walk to the farm and talk to John and explain properly and she had to get help for Gary, she didn't want John to be convicted of murder, even if they ended up apart from each other he just couldn't go to prison. She had nothing to cover her naked body, nothing to put on her feet so she just started walking on the sharp cutting gravel, in the pitch black darkness. She put both arms straight in front of her and stepped gingerly in the direction she thought was right. She literally went five yards before she fell into the bramble covered ditch. She screamed as the thorns and stinging nettles attacked her naked body. Crying in pain and frustration she crawled back out of the ditch onto the gravel track. She realised the only way she could travel along the track and not fall into the ditch again was to feel her way. She crawled on all fours feeling her way with her hands in front of her. The gravel cut into her hands and knees as she slowly crawled her way up the track on all fours, crying and whimpering at the pain both going through her exposed naked body as well as her tortured mind. But she felt that each cut on her pain filled hands and each scrape of her blood soaked knees served to remind her why she was there and the pain she had caused her loving husband. John Back at his house, John knew that Margaret would come home but he didn't know how long it would take her. As it was he only had to wait for three hours before she dropped against the door, naked, cold, bleeding and exhausted. "I guess you've learned a cold hard lesson then?" John asked. "Yes," was all she could muster up to reply. "Ok, I'm sorry Margaret, so let's get you cleaned up and those cuts and scratches cleaned and dressed, my poor love, but first a warm bath." John said in his most comforting voice. John had already put an ice poultice on his cut and swollen knuckles and dressed them with antiseptic bandages. Maggie sat next to John, cleaned and bandaged, in her sweat suit. She had explained why she had gone with Gary, all about the drugging and the rough, crap sex, and the fact that she got no pleasure from it. She told him of Gary's smaller cock, but then without realising it she told him about the anal sex. She didn't realise that John already knew about it because he had seen her. "Don't worry my love. Everything can be sorted," he said putting his arm around her and pulling her towards him kissing her head. Maggie really thought that John understood but she did notice that he hadn't called her "Mags" as he usually did. "We should go back to Gary and check to see if he's ok," Maggie whispered, "we don't want him to die John, or we don't want you to be convicted of murder so we need to make sure he's ok." "Ok I'll grab the torch and we can go now, it's only half two, we have hours before daylight," he stated. They both got on the bike and headed off up the lane and then the track. Reaching the car they both got off the bike. John flicked the torch on and shone it down into the ditch. John looked at his former life enemy and let the beam fall on his face. He could see that his chest was still. His face was a mess, covered in dry encrusted blood and swollen to the point of total disfigurement. What John guessed was that Gary had probably died from punctured or collapsed lungs and was already either dead or near dead when he was pushed into the ditch. He wouldn't have survived anyway, even if Margaret had got him help. "He's dead." John said calmly. "Oh no, oh no, it can't be so, what are we going to do John?" John turned and shone the torch directly in his grieving wife's face. She squinted against the brightness and put up her bandaged hand to shade her eyes. "You should be dead too, you cheating bitch," John spat at her. "What?" She mumbled, " but I thought you've forgiven me? I thought you understood why I did it, you do John, you do, you said you forgave me." She moaned. " I lied." He smiled, just like you did every day of our life, every time you said, I love you. Every time you looked at me, you've always thought of him. And here we are, because of your concern for him. Because you don't love me, you love him. So I lied, just like you have since we met, all through our wedding vows in church, and every day of our marriage since." "NO, NO, NO, JOHN, NO," she shouted. "Yes Margaret, you killed my heart, I knew it when he called you Mags, and you didn't protest or stop him. I'm the only one who was supposed to call you that." She dropped the hand shielding her eyes and dropped her head too. She knew that he was wrong but she knew she'd fucked up. She'd fucked everything up when she went to his car with him. She shouldn't have even spoken to him. Sure he'd drugged her but they'd taken a while to kick in and she could have stopped him leading her away from the party. Deep down she knew that at that time she knew they might have sex and deep down she wanted to find out what it would be like with someone else. John was wrong when he said she loved him or even thought about him, but he was right when he said she didn't protest, and the first sign of that was letting him call her "Mags." "Now take off your clothes, all of them, take off all your dressings too." He growled. Bitter Fingers She hadn't expected this but she understood what he wanted. He was going to leave her there with him again. It was his way of punishing her, typical of him to hurt her so badly without laying a finger on her himself. She didn't protest because she knew it would do no good. "I'm sorry Margaret, not for you, for me. You see whilst you were doing whatever you were doing with your lover and enjoying yourself at the expense of our marriage, I was cradling my Mother's head as she died in my arms" The tears really burst forth then,"OH JOHN, I'M SO..." But her words were drowned by the rumble of the bikes engine as she saw the read tail light heading away. The End.