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“Bear False Witness Against Thy Neighbour?”
“You know you’re the greatest,” smiled Ned as he gently brushed Darla’s hair. “I could lie here and make love to you all the time.”
“That would be wonderful,” sighed Darla as she kissed him on the cheek. “But I think we’d better get dressed.”
“Yeah,” agreed Ned. “But I really don’t want to.”
“Oh, before I forget,” she said as she rose on one arm and let her fingers toy with the hair on his chest. “Have you seen the new couple that’s moved in down the street?”
“No, I haven’t paid any attention,” he offered. “What about them?”
“Well, it’s not a man and a woman,” she explained. “It’s two men!”
“Two men?!?” exclaimed Ned. “Don’t tell me we finally got some of them in the neighborhood?”
“I’m afraid so,” she replied as she sat up on the edge of the bed. “I was hoping we’d never have to put up with that around here.”
“Well, if they’ll keep their distance, then I’m not gonna say much,” reflected Ned as he pulled his pants up to his waist.
“But that’s just it,” explained Darla. “They’re not gonna keep away from everybody.”
“What do you mean?”
“One of them is the new teacher the school has hired,” she continued. “You know Katie’s teacher is on maternity leave.”
“You don’t think he’s going to fill in for her, do you?” asked a now concerned Ned. “Katie’s going to have a gay guy as her teacher?”
“That’s what I’m hearing,” confirmed Darla.
“Why, she’s only in the third grade,” said an exasperated Ned. “How can they allow this to happen?”
“Well, you can thank your liberal do-gooders,” she continued. “They’re always trying to make everybody conform to their warped way of thinking.”
“Yeah, and it’s not right,” declared Ned. “I know there are other parents who feel the same way I do.”
“Why don’t we get them together and go see the principal?” offered Darla.
“That’s a good idea,” replied Ned. “In fact, that’s a great idea.”
“And if he won’t listen, then we’ll go to the superintendent,” declared Darla.
“Hey, I’ll go all the way to the state legislature if I have to,” agreed Ned. “We’re doing our best to raise Katie with good solid Christian values and I’m not going to allow some gay freak to come in and twist her head around! Before long he’d have her and everyone in the class believing it’s OK to live the way he does.”
“Then that’s the plan,” reflected Darla as she finished brushing her hair. “Well, I’ve gotta go.”
“I’ll walk you to the door,” offered Ned.
“Oooo, always the romantic,” she laughed as she kissed him on the end of his nose.
“That’s me,” he said as he joined in the laughter. “There’s nothing too good for you.”
“Talking like that makes me want to stay a little longer,” she whispered as they held each other. “It seems to me you want me to stay, too.”
“Yeah, I do, but you’ll be late if you don’t leave now,” declared Ned as he gently pushed her toward the door. “Now you go on and I’ll start making some phone calls about our new friends in the neighborhood.”
“OK, if I have to,” she said as she reached for the doorknob. “Do you want me say something to Jim? I know he’d be willing to help, too.”
“Oh, no, that’s all right,” replied Ned. “Jane and I can take care of it. Just be glad you and Jim don’t have any children in public school.”
“I know,” reflected Darla. “Thankfully we were able to get Jim, Jr. in his private Christian school. At least, there’s no worry of a gay teacher showing up there.”
“That may be what Jane and I are forced to do, too,” offered Ned. “It almost makes me sick to think about what my daughter is being exposed to.”
“My prayers are with you,” offered Darla. “Well, I’d better get back across the street before Jim drives up from work.”
“Yeah, and I’ve gotta call Jane before I get ready to go myself,” reflected Ned. “Same time next week?”
“As always,” she smiled as she was closing the door behind her. “Your place or mine?”
“How about yours?”
“Sounds good. Love you, big guy!”
“Love you, cupcake!”
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“Kill?”
“It’s not fair!” cried Brian as he slapped the steering wheel. “It’s just not fair!!”
Wiping the tears from his eyes he reflected on the events of the last few weeks. He had met Patsy at a school party and had immediately fallen for her. Liquor and beer flowed freely for all, even those under the legal drinking age. A few hours and many beers later they were entwined in the throes of lovemaking when she asked if he was using a condom. He could not remember. The alcohol was not helping. They laughed for a moment and the sudden movement brought him to a climax. Later as Patsy developed morning sickness, they came to the realization that, indeed, the use of a condom had not been involved. Now they were faced with the distinct possibility of becoming parents at the ripe age of eighteen.
At first, Brian was in shock. He had made love many times in similar situations and had never been faced with the prospect of a baby. Patsy was not helping matters. All she could do was cry and talk about what would happen when her parents found out. At least he was not as scared of his old man the way she was of hers.
After the initial numbness wore off and a few days of reflection on what had happened and what was going to take place in the future, he decided the only thing to do was for Patsy to have an abortion. It was the only conclusion that made sense. To become burden with a child at this stage of his life would ruin any ambitions he had for the future. The child would need parents who could properly take care of it. Brian had no doubts that he would ever marry Patsy. She was just someone he met and made love to while in an alcohol stupor. Patsy was not the type of woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. She was a good person, but he knew there were better things waiting on him. All he had to do was make sure he got there without the burdens of a teenage family.
Patsy had been receptive to the idea of an abortion until her friends started talking to her. Now she had changed her mind and wanted to keep the child. Of course, Brian was mad at them for meddling into things that did not concern them. They said they only had the best interests of Patsy and the baby at heart. He knew they were just a bunch of busybodies who could run everybody’s life but their own.
Now he was on his way to meet Patsy and make one last plea for her to reconsider the decision that would ruin his life. How could it be fair that she could force him to be a father when he did not want to be one? Who was going to pay for her to have the baby? And how could it be fair that he would be saddled with child care payments for the next eighteen years? If she and her friends wanted the baby so much, then they were welcome to foot the bill and leave him out of it. He had no problem of never seeing a child that was only made because of teenage lust.
The last time he spoke with Patsy she was unwavering in her determination to see the pregnancy through. Their discussion had got to the point where he was shouting and she was crying. After both had calmed down, they decided to meet and go over everything one last time. He had to find some way to convince her to change her mind and abort the fetus.
As he rounded the curve to Patsy’s house he was met with flashing red lights. In the middle of her yard was an ambulance and the paramedics were loading her into the van. She was strapped to a gurney and was crying. They quickly closed the doors before he could reach the ambulance. As it sped down the street with its sirens blaring, her parents came out of the house and headed toward their car.
“What’s happened?”
“She started bleeding,” yelled her distraught mother.
“Wait a minute,” her father grumbled as he recognized Brian. “You’re the little prick that got my daughter pregnant! I oughta kick your ass!!”
“Oh, yeah, blame me, old man,” shouted Brian. “I wasn’t the one who let her go to that party, was I?”
“So, it’s my fault you stuck your dick in my little girl?” yelled the angry man. “Now I know I’m gonna kick your ass!!”
“Calm down, Henry!” ordered the mother. “Let’s get to the hospital. Your daughter’s there!”
The father turned and got into the car. As he was driving away, he shouted out the window at Brian, “I’m gonna get you. You little shit!”
“Oh, yeah?” yelled Brian as he dodged the swerving vehicle. “You’d better bring your walking cane, old man. You’re gonna need it!”
Brian clutched the steering wheel as he tried to calm his nerves. Now there was a chance that his problem would be solved on its own. If Patsy miscarried there would be no argument about whether to abort or not. He silently prayed for this to be the answer and an end to his nightmare. As he started his car his attention was drawn to the house across from Patsy’s. In the front yard was a little boy playing with his toys. He looked to be about three years old. His blonde hair glistened like a halo in the morning sunlight. The smile on his face was highlighted by his cute chubby cheeks. He held a ball in his left hand, and when his father walked down the steps to join him, he threw a very wobbly pass at him. The father picked up the ball and teased the boy by holding it just out of his reach. Laughing and yelling, the young man tried his best to steal the ball away from his father. Finally, he grabbed hold of his father’s leg and held on. The father pretended to stumble and both fell to the ground. Rolling away, the boy hopped up and landed on top of his father’s chest. With a shriek of delight he started bouncing like he was riding a wild bronco. Grunting from the weight of the child, the father grabbed him and started tickling his sides. Both rolled on the grass in a heap of laughter.
Watching the father and son play together brought fond memories of his own childhood back to Brian. Even though he could not remember being three years old, he knew he and his father had played like that, too. His mother still told stories of having to discard a good pair of pants because she could not remove the grass stains. He had forgotten what good times he and his father had together.
When Brian arrived at the hospital, Patsy was already resting in a room. He waited patiently until he was given permission by a nurse to venture down the hall to her room. When he came to it, her father and mother were leaving.
“She’s resting, now,” offered her mother.
“The only reason you’re going in there, is cause she wants to see you,” snarled the father.
Brian ignored him and turned his attention to Patsy lying in the bed. An IV was attached to her arm.
“How are you?”
“I’m OK. They’ve stopped the bleeding,” revealed Patsy.
“Is the baby all right?”
“For now,” she replied. “They say I’ve got to rest a lot if I’m gonna be able to carry it.”
“Then you need to rest,” offered Brian.
“I thought you’d be happy if I lost the baby,” pondered a somewhat confused Patsy. “After all, you’re the one wanting an abortion.”
“Well, you know, it’s not my choice,” declared Brian. “The law says it’s all up to you.”
“That’s right, it’s my body,” agreed Patsy.
“Yeah, it’s your body, all right,” mused Brian. “But you didn’t make that baby all by yourself. I had something to do with it, too.”
“Yeah, you sure did,” she offered.
“But I don’t get a choice the way you do,” he continued. “You get to choose which way your life is going to go. I don’t.”
“What do you mean?” asked a perplexed Patsy.
“You get to choose whether to keep the baby or not,” explained Brian. “But that choice affects my life, too. If I don’t want the child and you do, then I have to spend the next eighteen years paying for it. But if I want the baby and you don’t, then you get an abortion and I get no baby. So, not only do you get to choose what your life will be, but you get to choose for me, too. You can call it a ‘baby,’ or simply a ‘fetus,’ but either way, the law says it’s your choice and it doesn’t matter that I helped put it there. It just doesn’t seem fair.”
“Well, that’s why I wanted to see you,” offered Patsy. “I think we should decide together.”
“And what if we disagree?” Brian tenderly asked.
“I don’t know,” reflected Patsy. “We’re just gonna have to find a way to agree.”
“So, what do you wanta do?”
“I don’t know, Brian. What do you want?”
“I don’t know either.”
He tenderly took her hand into his as they continued to talk about their future. Down the hall gentle cries could be heard coming from the hospital nursery. Across town there were no cries heard as the young lady left the clinic and another fetus was discarded. A slight breeze stirred as the city turned its attention to the matters of the day. Somewhere, in another part of town, a young boy kisses a young girl.
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“Covet Thy Neighbour’s Wife?”
“It’s ugly! It’s ugly!! It’s ugly!!!” shouted Curt as he pounded his fist on the kitchen table. His wife, Francis, bowed her head in resigned submission. “I told you to buy the blue vase. Why in the world would you buy a green one? There’s no way it’ll ever go with the décor of the house,” he continued ranting.
“It was half the price of the blue vase,” his wife humbly offered. “I was just trying to save a little money.”
“I’m getting nauseous. I think I’m going to be sick,” gagged Curt as he rushed to the kitchen sink. He cupped his hands and splashed cold water from the faucet onto his face.
“No one’s going to see it,” Francis meekly said as she handed him a towel. “It’s just a battery lamp in case the power ever goes out.”
“No one will see it?!?” shouted Curt in mock horror as he wiped his face. “You will see it, and I definitely will see it!”
“But, I just…”
“Oh, forget it!” yelled Curt as he turned and stormed out of the house. On the front porch he slumped down to sit on the steps and buried his head in his hands. Taking deep breaths, he slowly calmed his irritation and, before long, his anger subsided.
Curt had always been a perfectionist. Or, at least, he had always demanded perfection from the ones around him. Like most, he was quick to dismiss his own flaws by concentrating on other people’s mistakes. He could not understand why people could not see things the way he saw them. Why could they not comprehend his point of view? It was a source of irritation that was rising to the surface more and more as the older he became.
Francis had borne the brunt of his tantrums. Her family and close friends wondered why she continued to live in such a miserable environment. She could never give a good reason for her determination, but she knew deep inside she was afraid. As angry as Curt became with her living with him, what would he do if she ever tried to leave? Besides this, she was especially anxious of change. This was her home and she felt secure in it even with Curt’s bad temper. To venture out on her own, even with the help of family and friends, was not an option for her.
Curt loved Francis. He just did not like her lack of attention to details. At times she could be borderline sloppy. Of course, this would irritate him to no end. Even in their most intimate moments she failed to please him. He had learned all the sexual techniques that would bring them the utmost pleasure, and yet, she was hesitant to participate in many of them. When she did relent and join him, it was less than satisfying. He knew her efforts were halfhearted and this only infuriated him even more. It had finally reached the point where, over the past few months, their bed had become a place of less and less sexual activity. Naturally, this annoyed Curt to the point of wondering if they had any love left for each other.
As Curt sat on his steps contemplating his future with Francis, his attention was diverted to the house across the street. It was the home of Matt and Terri. Their front yard was immaculate. The house looked as if it had been taken from the cover of a Home Owner’s guide. Curt knew this was due to the hard and diligent work of Terri. In fact, it was rare to see Matt around the house. His job required he travel extensively and he was gone for days at a time. Terri, on the other hand, could always be seen doodling around the house. She was either painting or planting something. Curt marveled at the perfection that stood across the street from his own home. He was impressed with the house and especially the flawlessness of Terri. A woman of her talents was hard to find. Why was not Francis more like her?
He continued to daydream as Terri made her way from around the back of the house. She waved at him and then bent over to pull unwanted grass out of the flower bed. Her perfect buttocks stared straight at him. Not only was she the ideal homemaker, but she had a movie star’s body. She was naturally blonde with a flawless rounded face. Her ample breasts did not distract from her hourglass figure and shapely legs. Curt knew she was simply perfect.
Not long-ago Curt and Francis had been invited over for dinner. After eating he and Matt retired to the living room to relax and enjoy a few drinks. The alcohol made Matt speak more than he normally would. During the conversation he related some of the sexual endeavors he and Terri had tried. Curt was amazed at Matt’s vivid descriptions and was intrigued when it was revealed how willing Terri was to participate in some of the more exotic maneuvers. He listened with awe as Matt described Terri’s moaning and groaning as they soared together to the height of ecstasy. From that moment on Curt could hardly take his eyes off of Terri. He was somewhat embarrassed when the evening was over and he stood to leave, only to reveal his own arousal. Turning quickly, so no one would see, he bid all a goodnight and walked with Francis back to their home. Later that night Francis reluctantly agreed to make love. The act was as unsatisfying to Curt as it had ever been. Afterwards, as he lay with his back to Francis, he was certain he heard moaning coming from across the street. His dreams that night was of Terri.
Now as she worked in her yard, Curt was mesmerized by her beauty and charm. Surely a woman of her exquisiteness and taste could understand and satisfy a man like him. She was too good for a simpleton like Matt. In fact, Francis would be a better match for him. They had more in common than he and Terri. A woman like that was far more compatible with a man who took pride in doing things right. Curt was convinced he was that man. They could be a perfect match.
His daydreaming was interrupted when Francis came out onto the porch. Holding the vase in her hand, she declared, “I’m going to take it back.”
“Good.”
“Do you want to go with me?” she asked in her meekest voice.
“I didn’t make the mistake, so I don’t think I should be punished by having to help you return that monstrosity,” Curt replied in his coldest manner.
“Then I’m going to stop at mother's on the way back,” she declared.
“That’s fine.”
He watched with indifference as she backed the car out of the garage and drove down the street. Looking back across the street he saw Terri smiling at him.
“Was that Francis leaving?” she asked.
“Yes, she’s going uptown and then to her mother’s,” he replied.
“Oh, I was wanting to borrow some flour from her,” revealed Terri. “I’ve run out, but I can wait ‘til she gets back.”
“There’s no need,” offered Curt. “We’ve got plenty. Come on over. I’ll get it for you.”
Terri went into her house to get a cup and then crossed the street to Curt’s house. He met her at the door and invited her in.
“You didn’t have to bother,” reflected Terri. “I could’ve waited on Francis.”
“Oh, it’s no bother at all,” smiled Curt. “It’s always a pleasure to help out a neighbor.”
“Thank you.”
“By the way, how’s Matt doing?” he asked as he poured the flour into the cup.
“He’s fine,” revealed Terri. “He left out early this morning for New York.”
“I don’t see how you do it with him gone all the time,” pondered Curt. “It must get lonely at times.”
“It does,” she replied. “But it makes it special when he’s home. Besides the way things are going, he’ll be able to retire in a few years. Then we can catch up on the time we’ve missed.”
“Well, I believe you’re a stronger person than I am,” reflected Curt as he handed her the cup of flour. “You must have a strong marriage.”
“We do.”
“Oh, by the way, before I forget it, Francis wanted to return that book you let her borrow,” revealed Curt.
“She’s already finished with it?”
“Yes. It’s in our bedroom,” declared Curt. “Go ahead and get it.”
“Oh, I’m not comfortable trekking through someone else’s home,” she offered.
“Well, then, come on, I’ll show you where it is,” smiled Curt as he gently turned her around by her shoulders in the direction of the bedroom.
“It’s over on the night table,” he said as they entered the room.
Terri walked to the table and picked up the book as Curt gently closed the door. She turned to face him as he started smiling a silly grin. “What’s going on, Curt?” she demanded.
“Have I told you how lovely you look today?” he asked as he moved closer.
“Curt, this is not going to happen,” she declared as she tried to move past him. He grabbed her arms and stopped her.
“This could be the most wonderful time either one of us has ever had,” he suggested.
“I don’t want this,” she protested.
“You don’t think so now, but you’ll change your mind,” he offered. “Just give it a chance.”
“Come on, Curt, you don’t want me. You love Francis,” she said as she continued her protest.
“But I do want you,” revealed Curt. “You’re perfect.”
“Oh, believe me, I’m far from being perfect,” she continued.
“No, you are,” interjected Curt. “I’ve watched you. Everything you do is just right. Matt’s even told me how great you are.”
“I want to go home,” she declared.
“But can’t you see?” continued Curt as he slipped his hands under her shirt and gently stroked her belly. “We can be good for each other. I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you.”
“Please, don’t,” she begged.
“Look, let’s just take your shirt off and take it from there,” whispered Curt as his fingers found the buttons.
“No! Stop this!” demanded Terri. “I’m going home!”
“No, you’re not!” declared Curt as he blocked her way. While she struggled to get past, he opened a dresser drawer and removed a pistol. Terri stepped back in shock. Trying to regain her composure she pleaded, “Please, don’t do this.”
“We are going to do this,” revealed Curt in a cold calculating manner.
“No, Curt. You’re going to put that gun down and I’m going to walk out of here,” she declared as she stared at the pistol.
“No!” yelled Curt. “I don’t want to have to do this, but if I’m not good enough for you, then no one is good enough. We either do this or I’ll kill both of us!”
“Curt, please, you’re not going to like me,” she said as she continued her protest.
“Not like you?!?” asked a surprised Curt. “Why, you’re the most intelligent, hardworking, and sexiest woman I’ve ever met. What’s not to like?”
“Don’t make me do this.”
“Take your clothes off,” he demanded. “Now.”
Terri turned her back to him and removed her shorts. “That’s better,” he breathed. “Now your shirt.” She submissively unbuttoned the shirt and removed it. Curt moved in from behind and gently kissed her on the back of the neck.
Moving closer to where he was against her buttocks, he whispered, “Do you feel how hard you’re making me?” After kissing her neck again, his fingers found their way to the snaps holding her bra. Unhooking them he stepped back and started removing his own clothing. Standing with only his briefs on, he smiled and said, “Now, turn around and let’s see what we have to offer each other.”
“I really don’t want to,” she protested one last time.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
Terri, still in her panties, slowly turned to face Curt. The smile on his face quickly turned to revulsion as he gasped, “What’s that?!?” Her left breast was missing. It had been replaced by a long wide scar that circled around to her side. “I had cancer,” she explained. “The mastectomy didn’t go well, and this is what I’m left with.”
“But…But you look, so—so, normal,” he stammered.
“That’s with my clothes on,” she revealed. “The padded bra helps me look like nothing’s ever been done.”
Curt put his hand to his mouth and muttered, “This is terrible.”
“Well, you wanted me,” smiled Terri. “So, come here.”
“No, I can’t,” declared Curt. “That’s the ugliest scar I’ve ever seen.”
“But I’m still the same person you’ve always wanted,” she said as she moved closer to him. “We can still have the best time of our lives.”
“No! Get away from me! I think I’m going to be sick!” he gagged as the gun slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.
“Wait a minute! Now you don’t want me,” declared Terri in mocked annoyance. “What’s the matter, Curt baby? Afraid of a little scar tissue?”
“Please, leave,” mumbled Curt as he fought to control the nausea. “Please, get out of my sight.”
“No, not until you make passionate love to me,” declared Terri. “You want to do it standing up or shall we try the bed?”
“I can’t! I really can’t,” he replied as he gagged again.
“Maybe you need a little motivation,” she mused as she bent over and grabbed the gun off the floor. Pointing it at Curt she demanded, “Get on the bed.”
“No, please, don’t make me do this,” he pleaded.
“Curt, you’ve got the same choice you were giving me,” she declared. “Either get on the bed or I’m going to shoot you!”
“Please, I can’t,” he begged.
“Get on the bed!” she yelled. “Now!”
Gagging and heaving, Curt crawled onto the covers. He closed his eyes as Terri placed herself on top of him in a sitting position. “Why, Curt baby, you’re not hard like you were a little while ago,” reflected a smiling Terri. “Did you go and come without me?” With his eyes closed he kept muttering, “I can’t. I can’t.”
“Maybe you’ll get hard again when we take our underwear off,” laughed Terri. Then in a more serious tone she demanded, “Open your eyes.”
“No.”
“Open your eyes or I’m going to shoot,” she declared. Slowly Curt opened his eyes. All he could stare at was the scar where Terri’s breast once was.
“That’s better,” smiled Terri. “Now, what can we do to get you hard again?”
“I really can’t, Terri,” he cried. “I really can’t.”
“I know what will help,” she said, “You see here where my nipple used to be? I want you to start sucking right there.”
“Oh, God!” gagged Curt.
“It’ll still feel good to me,” observed Terri. “And who knows? Maybe it’ll be enough to get you going.”
“I can’t! It’s ugly!! It’s ugly!!” shouted Curt in desperation.
Rubbing her fingers gently across the barrel of the gun, she said as sweetly as she could, “You either do it or I’m going to blow your brains out.”
“Oh, God!” heaved Curt as he pushed Terri off. He staggered to a corner in the room and bent over gagging. “Get back over here and finish what you started!” yelled Terri.
“I can’t,” muttered a heaving Curt. He turned and slid down the wall into the corner. With his arms wrapped around his knees, he sat there trembling and gasping for air.
“Well, well, Curt, baby,” smiled Terri as she started putting her clothes on. “I tried to tell you I’m not perfect. But you wouldn’t listen. Are you sure you don’t want to make love to me and my scars?”
“No,” he mumbled as he started rocking back and forth. After buttoning her shirt, she took the gun and bent down to face Curt. “You see, you were wrong. I’m not perfect. But I’m still good. I’m good enough for a real man like Matt.”
Curt stared straight ahead and refused to make eye contact with her. “Curt, baby, you’re the only one perfect around here. You’re perfectly pathetic!” She pulled the hammer on the gun until it locked in the shooting position. Pressing it against Curt’s temple, she asked, “Are you going to tell anyone about this?”
“No,” he replied as he felt the cold steel of the gun’s barrel against his skin.
“Good,” smiled Terri. “Because if you ever breathe a word about this or about me, I will simply come over here and kill you. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
She stood and backed away from the mound of sobbing flesh in the corner. Carefully releasing the gun’s hammer, she slipped it under her shirt and placed it in her shorts. Opening the bedroom door, she paused and turned to look at Curt again. Vomit rolled down his chest as he continued to tremble and rock back and forth. He appeared to be oblivious to any of his surroundings. She shook her head in disbelief as she grabbed the cup of flour and headed for the front door.
Stepping outside onto the porch, she tossed her head and muttered with contempt, “What a pitiful—pitiful little man!”
THE END
Copyright ©2006 by Jerry W. Crews
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