It was like watching internet porn
with the soundtrack of a silent movie.
Bill was one of those guys with
strong beliefs on everything. Chief amongst them, until a man put a ring on his
woman’s finger she was fair game. His current girl had not yet come to grips
with how the world worked. She had also been “taken” when Bill met her. He made
short work of getting her to trade up. She harbored some latent beliefs that
needed breaking if the relationship was to last.
Her suggestion of the county fair
seemed good, quaint even. When Samantha squeed over the tent marked ‘Crystal
Blue Persuasion’ Bill knew there were going to be problems. Still, it was the
third date so he relented.
The gypsy fortune teller, a woman
selling hokum and showing too much skin, insisted the crystal ball wanted to
show Bill something. I’d have her fixed up in a week, Bill thought. Then he
looked.
It was slightly embarrassing because
Samantha saw too. The vision started with a newspaper dated exactly five years
in the future. Bill was with another woman, thirty seconds in he was with her,
with her. Samantha was obviously absent.
From the clothes the woman wore,
briefly, Bill could tell it was a first date. By the time ‘sex date’ time came
his girl would be showing a lot less skin or kicked to the curb. So Bill knew
the vision was of him and a slut he intended on fixing. He wondered where
Samantha had gone but not for long.
“That’s my ex-wife!” Samantha exclaimed.
Well that answered that. Bill had
never paused to consider he was stealing less attractive lesbian. Then he was
distracted by the festivities and how disturbing it was to see the woman
talking and have no idea what she was saying. Then it got even odder.
As the couple uncoupled the woman
started tying future Bill to the bed. He had never let a woman do that before,
and definitely not face down. The woman said something and this time he did not
have to wonder what it was as a flood of images conveyed the idea.
Samantha with a black eye.
Samantha kneeling demurely in
church with Bill lording over her.
Samantha shaking her head and
sending her old, deviant ‘friends’ away.
Samantha crying on her cell phone
with her mother’s number showing in the screen.
Samantha in the kitchen cooking
dinner while she wistfully looked out the window.
A note, signed by Samantha,
apologizing to the ex. It explained how trapped she felt, how she had always
felt more physically attracted to men but should have followed her heart and
stayed with her wife.
The bedroom returned as a shadow,
cast by something huge, fell over hogtied future Bill. The woman spoke again,
this time present Bill could read her lips. She spoke the same words Bill had
said to countless misguided women in lesbian relationships.
“All you need is the right man.”
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