Love Under Fire

Nancy“Peter? Did you do the task I asked you to do?” I asked as I entered my son's room. The ten-year-old boy stood in front of the various computers wearing a headset, entertained as animated images of gunfire and death flashed across the computer screens. I took a look at the boy's room and sighed. “You might as well start tidying your room, darling,” I grumbled, starting to pick up the dirty clothes that were scattered around the room, footballs, expired food, etc. “Why would I do that, Mom? Isn’t Dad paying a bunch of servants to do this work?” replied the boy. “Even so, you still have legs and arms, my little man; you might as well put your dirty underwear away where they belong,” I replied, sighing again, seeing that he wouldn't be leaving the computer anytime soon. “You’re such a grouch, Mom. This is typical of women; Dad was right when he said that you are a bunch of wimps who are only good for housework and serving men,” he said, mirroring what his father always said. I

Nancy“This is a disaster,” said my father-in-law as he paced the living room with his hands on his hips and a dismayed expression on his face. My scream had woken everyone in that house, so now my father-in-law, his wife, Bruce, and I were in the living room to see what we were going to do with the whole situation. “As a prestigious family that we are, we have a reputation to uphold in this city, so a cheating scandal could very well ruin our name,” said the man, basically worried about the family business. “It’s not that deep, Dad. We're fucking billionaires; these bastards would still lick our balls under any circumstances,” said Bruce, clicking his tongue. He was sitting next to me on the couch, relaxed with his legs apart as always, shaking one of his legs like he was a little annoyed at being caught. I was on the other side of the sofa, curled up in the corner, covering myself tightly with my nightgown, staring at the floor, still having the vivid image of the sex scene I witne

NancyThere was a bus stop five hundred meters from the Morton property. I always looked at that empty and little-used place whenever I was in my husband's family's private car heading into the city to do everyday things like shopping or going to my schoolchildren, and today I dragged my suitcase to that bus stop and sat there waiting for public transport to show up. But where was I going? It didn't take long for me to realize the difficulty I was going to face, in having a place to go. Where was I going? What would I do from now on? I realized that I was so comfortable in my marriage that I never thought about myself individually. How would I survive a divorce? I was a thirty-eigth-year-old woman who had practically never worked in my life, as I had spent half my life taking care of my husband and children. But now that I was separating, how was I going to survive in this world alone? By the time I left the Morton house, I hadn't even stopped to think about it. I just desperately wa

Nancy"What? Give it back in kind and make him taste his own medicine? What are you suggesting, Lanie?” I asked, being a little dumbfounded. She and I were still at the dinner table, and she had just suggested that. She shrugged now. "Yes. Didn't your husband go to bed with someone else? Then you also go to bed with another man, and then you become equals,” she explained, making me gasp. “How can you suggest such a thing? Do you think I'm such a vulgar woman up to this point? Do you think me going to bed with another man will solve things for me?” I asked, shocked that she was suggesting such a deviant thing. “It probably won't solve anything, but it will make you feel a little better. What is it? Do you think Bruce deserves happiness after all these years he played with you?” She retorted. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to smudge my body by getting involved with someone I don’t know just to get revenge on him,” I countered. Lanie laughed, waving her hand. “I don't see it smudg

NancyLanie understood perfectly how to groom a woman until she was beautiful, because, in the end, when I looked in the mirror, I definitely didn't recognize myself. My darkly highlighted hair was wavy and voluminous around my head, so soft and silky; the velvet red lipstick attractively outlined my mouth; the dark eyeliner around my eyes highlighted the blue of them; the red dress fit so elegantly and sexy on my body; on my feet, a high but comfortable heel; in my hand, a matching purse. I spun around on my own two feet to take a better look at myself, completely dazzled by my transformation. “What a beautiful woman! I would give you twenty-five years at most, Nancy,” said Lanie with a proud smile at the result of her work. “You really outdid yourself,” I praised her. She also looked pretty wearing a tight skirt and a strapless blouse that looked perfect on her. “We both look beautiful,” I added with a smile. “So let our girl's night begin!” She declared being excited, and I also