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Chapter 6 – Final
The following week, Roger’s former partner from the
Engineering Department paid him a visit in Training Division. Roger was surprised to see Nate, and Nate was
very serious.
“Roger, the grapevine has it that you married Ashlyn Thomasson a few weeks ago.”
Roger nodded. “Yes.”
“I also heard a little something when I was at the Space Age
Bar last night,” Nate continued, and was obviously uncomfortable.
“What?”
“That Ashlyn’s a – a – a
lesbian.”
Roger was shocked. “I
don’t THINK so! The truth be –“
“Roger, I wouldn’t say this if I weren’t close to you,
enough to know you pretty well. Go to Ashlyn’s old apartment tonight at about 8:30 or 9. Don’t knock, just walk in.”
“I don’t believe it,” Roger said.
“I think you’re a cover. Does she – um – put out?”
Roger snickered, “That’s one of the things she does best,
besides attempt to spend my money.”
“It might be an act.
But do as I said – and don’t tell her HOW you found out, if I’m
right.” Nate patted Roger on the
shoulder. “If you need a friend later,
I’m here.”
Ashlyn greeted Roger that evening with a smile and a
kiss. He was wary enough before – now Nate’s news put him on edge. She went into the bedroom and came out 15
minutes later, dressed up like a hooker.
“Walking the streets tonight?” Roger pointedly asked her,
with a dig.
“Now, why would you say something like that?”
“No wife of mine leaves the house looking like a
hooker. You’re an astronaut’s wife now –
start dressing more conservatively.”
“I’m going to spend the evening with Sandy and Paula.”
“And what men are they bringing for YOU?” Roger
taunted.
“Oh – You’re IMPOSSIBLE!” With that, Ashlyn trotted out of
the apartment.
Waiting for the hour suggested by Nate, Roger stewed. He contemplated what Nate had told him. Wives who cheated on him with another man
were easier to deal with. He was no
saint himself on that. He’d cheated on Tracy in their first
marriage, and got caught. She had
cheated on him in their second marriage, busting up the marriage to marry the
other man, who told her a month later that he wasn’t the marrying type. He had forgiven Tracy of the transgression, but she wouldn’t
come back to him because she felt he needed someone to give him the son that
she couldn’t. She was barren now.
At 8:30, Roger drove to Ashlyn’s
former apartment. It was on the third
floor, and because a small fear was lodged in him, he chose to walk up the
stairs rather than take the elevator. At
the door, he was going to knock, then remembered Nate’s suggestion to just walk in, not knock.
Roger quietly turned the door handle and slowly opened the
door. Sounds of grunting and groaning
came through the door. He slipped in
without saying anything and as he viewed the situation, his eyes got wide. He had only once before seen anything similar
to this. Around the living room of the
apartment were about a dozen female bodies, all naked and in positions of
sexual fornication. The smell of female
pussy almost knocked him over. It was
an orgy, but all were lesbians.
One of the girls noticed Roger standing at the door in
shock. “Ashlyn! Isn’t that…” the girl said to her red-headed
partner, pulling away from Ashlyn.
“Oh my God,” Ashlyn said.
Roger had picked out Ashlyn.
He went over, pulled her up by his hand and roughly said to her, “Get
your clothes on. You’re going home.”
“Nuts to that. I AM home.”
“No wife of mine screws around with another woman. That’s just … SICK! Get your ass in your
clothes, you’re coming with ME!” Roger told her. Normally he never had a violent urge in his
body, but at this moment, it was all he could do to keep from walloping his
wife’s bare behind.
Ashlyn realized that her days with Roger were numbered now,
and she better do what she was told and see if they could work something
out. She ran into a bedroom, pulled on
her clothes, and came out. The other
girls had gone on with what they were doing, and Roger turned his back on them
while he was waiting. Watching sex
between a man and a woman was one thing, but he wasn’t into voyeurism of this
type.
In the car, Roger swallowed first before he said, “How long
has this been going on?”
“Every week, twice a week, for several
years.”
“Is what you do with me, faked?”
“No – I love – both – I guess you call someone like me,
bisexual. I thought once I got married,
I could leave – that world – behind me.
But I found out I couldn’t.”
“Why me?” Roger wanted to know.
“Because – you’re the best male fuck I’ve ever had. And….”
she hesitated.
“And what?”
“I wanted to be married to someone respectable. How much more respectable can you get than an
astronaut who’s been on the moon?”
“Unfortunately, right now, I’m the laughing stock of the
astronaut corps, hardly respectable. As astronaut’s wife has to be above board, almost perfect – she
can’t be a – what you are.”
At the apartment, Roger pointed to the bedroom. “Pack your
stuff. You’re leaving.” Ashlyn went to the bedroom, and Roger made
three phone calls. The first was to his
favorite airline. The second was to Tracy, telling her that
he’d be gone for a couple of days and she’d have to ask her parents to take
Skylar the next evening. The third was
to Dr Bellows, telling him that he had a family emergency, needed two days off,
which he was granted.
On the plane to Reno,
Roger and Ashlyn said barely two words to each other. Roger was lost in thought. All the signs had been there, and he had
chosen to ignore them. His thoughts that
she was cheating on him by being away from the apartment twice a week, were correct
– he just had the wrong gender. Same
with the hooker’s style of dress – she was dressing up for her lesbian
girlfriends, not another man. She had
only brought clothes and personal toiletries to his apartment, no furniture,
décor or anything else. That meant she
was leaving everything behind, maybe wondering herself if the marriage would
last.
Once in Reno,
it took about 24 hours to arrange their quickie divorce. Roger got separate hotel rooms for them,
registering Ashlyn under Thomasson, not Healey. She tried to object.
“Whether we’re married or not…” she told him.
“I will not do that with you any more,” he told her. He had
SOME standards, and that was one of them.
Once back in Houston,
Ashlyn moved back to her old apartment.
Roger made sure to stay away from Nick’s for a long time. When he finally returned to Nick’s, he asked
Nick and the other bartenders to warn him if they saw Ashlyn come in so he
could make a hasty retreat.
Skylar asked him whatever happened to Ashlyn. He just told her that their marriage didn’t
work out, that she didn’t like children and he wouldn’t be married to someone
that couldn’t accept Skylar being part of his family. To Tracy, who also asked, he just said that it
didn’t work out. He didn’t even tell the
whole story to Tony – he was too ashamed of his own stupidity. Only Nate knew the entire story. Roger went to him after the trip to Reno, telling him that he
was right and that he was now rid of the bitch.
Nate’s comment was, “We’re all thankful. We knew you made the wrong choice right away,
though we really didn’t know that about her.”
Roger never saw Ashlyn again, and for that, he was grateful.
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