Chapter 4
When Jason failed to receive an answer following his first rappings at Ellen's door, he began rapping again, this time a little louder.
Had it not been for the lights that were shining brightly from the living room, Jason might have concluded that Ellen was out. After several more seconds of rapping he heard the sound of approaching footsteps inside the apartment, causing his heart to pulsate with rising joy. His lover was there and seconds later he would be inside her apartment and driving his excited cock into her warmly compliant vagina.
When Ellen opened the door her mouth flew open with surprise, which caused immediate concern for Jason. Even though he had driven to her apartment without providing her with advance warning, she was used to that type of thing, since he was following the custom with greater regularity as he got to know her better. Something else also seemed strange to him as he peered at Ellen. She was wearing her bright blue dress, the one she normally reserved for special occasions.
"Aren't you gonna ask me in, sweetheart?" Jason finally asked grinningly after a long pause.
Even though he did his best to act relaxed, Jason instantly sensed that something was wrong, even though he had no way of detecting just what it might be. For one thing, he could not help wondering just what Ellen was doing wearing her best dress and giving every outward appearance by so doing of being ready to go out.
"You caught me by surprise, Jason," she replied in a tense, uncomfortable tone. "I don't have long to talk, but there is something I do have to talk to you about. I suppose it's just as well to get it over with now as later."
Ellen held the door open for Jason, letting him proceed inside and into the living room, where he sat down on the sofa and wrinkled his brow with ever mounting concern, hoping that Ellen's ominous tone did not portend anything drastic.
Ellen eased her beautifully proportioned body into a chair across from the sofa, causing the fearful concern within Jason to mount even more. It was her general custom to sit on the sofa with him, usually beginning with a slight difference separating them, which would swiftly and decisively be closed by Jason.
"You look like you're ready to go out," Jason said.
"Yes. I was just applying the last touches of make-up when I heard you knocking on the door."
"Where were you going?"
"That's the very thing that I have to talk to you about," Ellen began uncomfortably shifting in her chair, her eyes darting nervously about from one part of the room to another.
"Yeah, go ahead," Jason braced himself, recognizing by then that things were very serious indeed.
"Jason, before I met you I was going with one of the doctors at the hospital," Ellen let the words move swiftly from her mouth, fearing that they might not come out at all unless she let it all happen rapidly.
"Well, we had a little bit of a fight at the time that I met you. We split up and, well, you asked me out and I started going with you."
"So now the doctor is back on the scene?" Jason leaned forward and exploded, his voice rising sharply.
"Please, Jason, the one thing I don't want is a scene," Ellen shook her head, grimacing uncomfortably.
"How the hell do you expect me to take something like this?" he snarled, lowering his voice slightly. "You are my woman, you know."
"Don't talk to me in that possessive manner," Ellen quickly struck back. "You don't own me."
"But I can dominate you and you know it and furthermore you want it. You know damned well you do."
"So much for emotional displays," Ellen shook her head disgustedly. "At any rate, we were going with each before and, well, in the last several weeks he has shown a renewed interest in me. I've been seeing him for lunch on a few occasions and now he's willing to make the kind of commitment that I was looking for."
"Meaning you're gonna shack up with the son of a bitch," Jason fumed, his veins standing out in tense prominence against his temples.
"You've got a foul mouth, Jason Bogart," Ellen snapped.
"No, I've just got a way of smelling the truth, no matter how damned bad it happens to smell."
"You always put things in such a crude way."
"The way I put things was good enough for you for a long time. Until some smooth talking doctor bastard moves in and hands you a big line of silly bullshit."
"You're talking about the man I'm gonna marry," she seethed angrily, her fists dramatically clenching and shaking.
"So that's the commitment you were talking about."
Even though Jason tried not to show it, the words had cut through him like a knife.
"Yes, that's right. I always wanted him to marry me and that's why we split up before. He was married—"
"And wanted you for a tidy little piece on the side," Jason sharply cut her off, his words laced with heavy sarcasm.
"You can get out of here, you crude son of a bitch," Ellen pointed angrily toward the door.
Jason Bogart had shattered Ellen's composure, and now tears were streaming down both sides of her face. Seeing the tears in her eyes and her hands shaking gave Jason the first measure of satisfaction he had obtained since entering her apartment. Since she had crushed him by her revelation it made him happy to be able to at least partially repay her by shattering her composure. He closed his huge, rock hard right hand and slammed it nervously into his open palm several times, aching for Ellen's doctor friend to show up so he could show him a few things that smooth talk could not possibly deter or prevent.
"You don't understand a woman's feelings at all," she sobbed. "You have no sensitivity."
"What you need, Ellen, is a good stiff prick and I've always been able to supply you with plenty of that."
"What about my future?"
"Hell, if we kept getting on as good as we were I was thinking of asking you to marry me. I didn't wanna act too fast, though, because I have had one divorce."
Suddenly Ellen's crying ceased as she burst into loud, unrestrained laughter, which surprised Jason Bogart greatly.
"Did I say something funny?" he asked in bewilderment.
"Uproariously funny," she nodded, continuing to laugh for several seconds more before finally stopping. "What would you have to give a woman besides sex? Big deal, dinner every now and then at some sleazy little pizza parlor with a couple of beers, or maybe a night at the drive-in in your battered old pickup truck with you spending more time feeling me up than anything else. You're some kind of swell prize. My doctor friend is one of the top heart specialists in the West, has a beautiful mountain top home, a condominium in Lake Tahoe, and has a Mercedes sedan and a sports car. What have you got to compare to that?"
By the time that she finished, Ellen was standing directly in front of Jason, staring down at him goadingly in the manner of a cat teasing a mouse.
Jason's heart sank as she reproached him unmercifully for alleged insignificance. His face turned white and he began to clench both hands tightly. He finally jumped to his feet, then unclenched his right hand, getting set to deliver a stinging slap with it.
"Yeah, go ahead, big man," she goaded him even further. "Prove just how big and bold you are by slapping me. Real men don't have to resort to that kind of violence."
He dropped his right hand limply to his side, deciding not to slap her. Jason eyed her coldly as she began to speak once more.
"You got yourself some good sex from a woman with a damned good body, so I've got no apologies to make to you," she sneered.
"I can see it all so clearly now," Jason nodded as a sudden calmness came over him, one which enabled him to evaluate things in perspective. "I was good for drawing the other guy out. Wasn't that it?"
"Think anything you want," she shrugged.
"Sure, that was it. I know damned well that was it. Even though I wasn't good enough to think about seriously in marriage I was good enough to keep your hot body satisfied and to create competition for the doctor. I'll bet you played me up big to him, no doubt padding a little here or there when you figured you needed to, and so finally you got the son of a bitch to agree to leave his wife so you could move right into the center of the picture."
"Jason, you're pathetic," she ridiculed him with more laughter. "For all your huffing and puffing and your big bad man act you're really pathetic and I pity you. But you will have to excuse me. I have to get ready to go out."
"I feel like sticking around long enough to meet this guy," Jason smiled fiendishly, his mustache twitching at the edges. "That's the least you owe me after all those beautiful screws I gave you. And maybe we can compare notes. Does he ride your pussy with as much clout as I gave you?"
A nervous expression surfaced on Ellen's face the moment that Jason suggested waiting for the doctor to arrive. It made Jason feel a little less uncomfortable to see her arrogant self-confidence shattered for at least a little while.
"Listen, Jason, I'm sorry if I sounded harsh," Ellen finally said in a conciliatory tone, "but you know what happens when people start arguing. I want badly to part friends with you. I really mean that. But please, don't stay and cause a scene. I beg of you."
"Okay. I won't stay and cause a scene, but you know damned well we ain't parting as friends," Jason said calmly, turning and beginning to walk toward the door. "For one thing, I can see that we never were friends. I was madly in love with you and I was just being used to serve a purpose and goad the guy you wanted back into your life on your own terms."
Ellen said nothing as Jason opened the door and left the apartment. He looked at her one last time before shutting the door behind him. Jason observed Ellen heaving a sigh of relief. He had scared her by suggesting remaining behind to talk to her doctor friend.
Jason walked in a half-daze back to his truck. He climbed inside and sat behind the wheel in restless silence for a few minutes. At first he thought about staying where he was until Ellen's presumed husband-to-be arrived. Then he could show the son of a bitch just what he thought about him and gain at least a partial measure of satisfaction by slamming his rugged, mallet-like hands against his face. But after thinking about that possible course of action for a few moments the anger subsided enough for Jason to start analyzing things a little more calmly. He knew he had a terrible temper. That coupled with his powerful body was enough to get him into a lot of trouble when one triggered the other into violent action. He had even done time a few years back for assault and battery as a result of a drunken brawl he had gotten into one night in a Phoenix bar and he would only be asking for big trouble if he lit into Ellen's doctor friend when his past record was taken in to consideration. On top of that, he reflected further, if he was gonna beat somebody up the logical party against whom to extract revenge was Ellen rather than the doctor. He could plainly see that the doctor was a manipulated tool of Ellen's feminine wiles and selfish desires in the same manner that he had been. No, he decided, if the doctor stuck around her long enough, and most particularly if he married Ellen, he would end up taking a much worse pasting than his own iron fists could ever mete out.
Just as Jason had decided that it would be better not to take on Ellen's doctor friend he saw the approaching lights of a black Mercedes 450 SEL approaching. His body tensed and for a moment he thought about sticking around long enough to at least get a good look at the man for whom Ellen had turned him out. But he decided against satisfying his curiosity even to that extent. Jason did not trust himself that much. No, he concluded, if he stuck around long enough to just get a look at the doctor he might be tempted to get out of his truck and at least have a few words with him. One thing could very easily lead to another, eventually terminating in violence.
Jason made certain not to turn his head in the direction of the Mercedes as it passed his own truck, then pulled to a stop across the street from the apartment building where Ellen lived.
He wasn't taking any chances since things were bleak enough as is. Jason recalled the lawyer who defended him at his criminal trial warning him that he had the kind of temper that could, if not properly checked, caused him to kill or at least seriously wound somebody sometime. He had taken the lawyer's warning seriously enough to where, up until this very night he had not even been tempted to resort to violence.
Even when some obnoxious drunks had tried to goad him into fighting several times in bars subsequent to his scrape with the law Jason had been able to say no.
So Jason gunned his engine and drove away from Ellen's as fast as he could, never once looking back, his heart filled with despair.