Chapter 15
When Marta and Gregg got back to the house, she decided to hide the money in the bedroom, making sure the door was locked, so Gregg wouldn't know, and she tried carefully to conceal it from her husband. In a green metal chest where they kept important papers, wills, etc. she hid it. Then, she came out, and said, "Gregg, I'm so glad you understand, but we've got to cool it-if Lee did find out-well, I don't like to think of what could happen."
"You're right. I'm an intruder here. I don't belong."
"Oh, don't say that, son-"
"It's the truth. I'm always a mis-fit. I never fit in anywhere. I'm always causing trouble wherever I go."
"You didn't cause any trouble for me," she said quietly, hoping she could dissuade him from that ugly thought. Just then, her natural son Earl popped in the door.
"Hey, Gregg-what happened to you? I waited up for you after school at your locker, and I didn't see you."
"Gregg didn't feel well, son-so he came home early," Marta quickly lied for him.
"That's too bad," Earl said, puzzled, and feeling something wasn't quite as it should be. But he didn't want to bug his new brother, so he just went up to his room, and began doing his homework.
"See you later," Gregg said, "I'm going for a walk." As Gregg left the house, Marta felt her heart sinking. She had only intended to bring this boy happiness he'd missed in his young life. But her passion for his handsome, virile body was definitely not bringing him any peace of mind.
Sure, she thought, we had a lot of fun, but now-he's brooding, probably feeling guilty.
Determined to make the most of the situation she'd created for herself, she decided to fix an extra special dinner. As the dinner hour drew near, Gregg didn't return.
"Where is Gregg?" Lee demanded, when she finally decided they'd better sit down for dinner if they intended to eat at all.
Immediately, Earl volunteered, "Maybe he's sick or something."
"Sick?" Lee demanded.
"He had an upset stomach," Marta covered quickly. "He is probably alright. Sometimes I used to just go out for a walk, he'll be back."
"He'd better be," Lee said, "because I'm not going to put up with a lot of emotional crap from some jailbird's son."
Just that moment, Gregg was on the porch. But when he heard his foster-father speak of him like that, he halted his steps.
"Now, don't you ever say that again!" Marta sprang to his defense.
"I'll say whatever I damned please in my own house," Lee shot back, "and don't you try to tell me what I can, and what I can't say-do you understand?"
"I'm afraid I do," she said evenly.
By now, Gregg was walking down the street, his heart aching. As he looked in the lighted windows, the tears couldn't help coming to his eyes. Look in any window, he thought and they're happy people-but me-I'm the outcast.
"Sonofabitch," he blurted under his breath as he thought of his new father and the crack he'd made about his own father. Where did I foul up? This was the question that kept surfacing. I didn't kill anybody! I never robbed anybody! The only thing I did wrong, he admitted, was fuck a couple women who wanted to Mother me. But, he thought to himself, they were just fooling themselves. They really wanted to fuck with me, but just couldn't admit it.
He made his plans. He'd slip in the house late, and take his few possessions, and hitchhike. If he could get a ride anywhere, he could escape his past. Begin again, where nobody would know anything. That's what I must do to erase this awful stigma I've got chasing me. Dad in jail, Mom kills herself-great recommend to anybody who asks questions about who you are, what your Dad did-where does your Mom live?
If Lee felt all this anger just because I don't show up for dinner on time-what kind of rage would be display if he knew I fucked his wife.
Murder! That might be the end of my affair with Marta, he thought to himself. She's really a hell of a nice woman, and I can't help it if she turns me on and I want to ball her. But, I'm not going to risk his wrath anymore.
Not only had he turned another corner on the street, Gregg had turned a corner of his life-made his decision, and now he must stick by that decision-rise or fall! He hastily went to a hamburger stand and bought a couple burgers, some fries, and a big coke. As he munched on the hamburgers, he thought about one problem-what if they locked him out?
Meantime, Lee was creating quite a fuss about the fact Gregg had dared defy his orders to show up for meals on time.
"I think we ought to lay the law down," Lee told his wife, "If Gregg is ever going to learn discipline-we've got to start him out right!"
"I agree," Marta replied, "but when you say 'lay the law down'-I have a pretty good idea of what you mean!
"You think I'm too severe, do you?"
"Yes," she replied, "I most certainly do!"
"Ask your son?" she demanded, thinking surely Earl would back her up because he was always complaining about his father being too strict.
"Alright, I will," he said, turning to Earl, and smiling gratuitously, "Do you think your dad is too hard on you, son?"
Earl shook his head, "No, Dad-you're just trying to help me."
"Remember what you said the next time you come running to me about some grave injustice you claim your father has meted out," Marta snapped.
"You see, honey-you're partial to him. You let him get by with things you won't even let your own son get by with."
"That's the truth, Mom, Let's face it," Earl said, "I didn't want to bug you about it, but you're spoiling him rotten. He should be punished for what he did tonight when he does come in."
"Who knows if he will ever come back?" Lee smiled, almost as if he'd be delighted if he didn't.
That was too much for Marta.
"He'll come back, and don't think he won't. This is his period-of-adjustment. He's just getting used to us-he's testing us out seeing how we'll react when he does something like this."
"I know just how I'm going to react," Lee smiled.
"You going to whip him like you do me when I act up?" Earl asked, determined to see his new brother suffer as he had had to suffer for infringement of family law.
"Right," Lee said, "And nothing is going to stop me either," he nodded, looking directly at his wife, "That's what you think," she countered, "You lay one hand on that boy, and I'll leave you flat-do you understand?"
"At last I think I do," Lee smiled without humor. "Funny, but you've tried to tell me all along, and it took this to bring it out in the open. You think more of that worthless kid than you do your own husband!"
"That's a lie, and you know it!"
"That, my luv, is the truth-and we both know it now."
"I'm going to bed," Earl said, "You two knock off the fighting. It doesn't do either of you any good."
"Thank you, son," Lee said sternly, "But your Mom and I have a few things we must discuss tonight."
The young boy went to bed, leaving his mother and father to debate what to do about delinquent Gregg who still hadn't showed up.
"I have every intention of punishing my own son when he does wrong," Lee stated. "That's it!"
Then, he stalked off to bed. She followed him into the bedroom, as he took his clothes off and got into bed.
"Haven't you ever heard of child psychology?" she demanded, as she slipped into some pajamas and lay beside him.
"I don't care what Dr. Spook says-"
"His name is Spock dear, Spock-"
"Well, I don't give a damn what he says about letting kids do any damned thing they please. They've got to learn discipline, and that's what my father taught me."
"Three cheers for your father," she said caustically, as she tried to get to sleep. But, sleep would not come. So, she let her mind wander, as she tried to think of what would be the best way to handle Gregg if he did stumble in late.
She didn't have long to wonder, for she heard his footsteps. He was trying his best to be quiet she could tell. But, he couldn't hide the noise of his entrance from her, for her ears were turned to hear her young, virile teenage lover enter.
She carefully slid out of bed so as not to awaken her husband. She'd been through enough with him already, and she wanted to warn Gregg he might have to put up with a couple belt lashes across his bottom from bullheaded Lee, but take it, and not make a big fuss about it.
When she'd succeeded in getting out of the bed, she turned to see if she'd wakened her husband and she hadn't. Tip-toeing out of the bedroom, she headed upstairs to young Gregg's room.
Carefully, quietly, she opened the door and slipped inside. There he was packing his simple duffle bag that contained all the possessions he owned in the world.
"Oh, Gregg," she gasped, "You're going-"
Turning to her, he said grimly, his eyes moistening, "He hates me. I've got to go!"
"But I love you. You can't go."
"You had your chance this afternoon. I would have gone to the corners of the earth to be with you, but you got cold feet and blew it."
"They'd catch us and bring us back to disgrace," she said softly, "I'd be thrown in jail-and you'd go back to that awful place with more rotten records to pile up against your name."
"You're right," he said evenly, "That's why we're no good for each other. Just trouble!"
And then, he wrapped his arms around her, and his lips crushed hotly on her lips.
"I heard what the sonofabitch had to say about my dad being in jail-and I hate him for it. But, I heard you stick up for me, and I love you for that-I really do."
Now, his proud penis was lengthening, and she felt it pressing against her. A sudden desire seized her to give Gregg one more mouthing. One more intimate connection-genital and mouth.
"You're hard, baby," she smiled.
"You know why," he said softly, "You turn me on like nobody ever did."
"I only wish I was your age," she said sadly.
"Get on your knees and suck it one last time," he told her, his voice pleading, his eyes begging, his soul searching for some meaningful contact.
"Alright, baby," she said quietly, as she dropped to her knees before his sturdy, young legs. Gregg unzipped his pants one last time, peeling out his huge penis for his Mom to suck.
"Suck it, Mom," he smiled.
"Yes, son," she nodded, taking his proud penis in her hand, and licking its meaty head. Gregg, reaching down gently guided her, as she opened her mouth, allowing him complete entrance.
"Ohhh, yes, yes," he panted, "I like that, Mom-suck me suck me, sweatheart-suck me!"
Utilizing all her knowledge of how to make a man turn-on, she built up a steady, rhythmic suction, and young Gregg plunged his penis down her throat.
"Ohhh-ahhh, yes, yes," he gasped excitedly, as he rolled his head this way and that while his foster mom sucked upon his manhood.
But before he could explode in her mouth, a voice stopped them. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Lee demanded, rushing over to pull his wife off the young boy.
As she felt his hands pulling her, she wanted to strike out at him in her rage. But, Lee slapped her face so viciously, she put her hand to the side of her face to ease the pain.
"You're going back where you came from," Lee shouted at Gregg. By this time Earl was standing in the doorway in shock and anger. Marta sobbed, as she ran out of the room, "You don't have to kick me out, damnit-I'm leaving!"
Lee walked over to the young, frustrated boy and told him, "Don't think I blame you-it was her fault."
Gregg was too upset to answer. All he knew was that Marta was gone out of his life, and the one chance he'd ever had to live in a nice house had vanished.
"Probably it's best we just don't tell anybody what happened here," Lee said, thinking how injurious the scandal might be to his reputation.
"Don't worry-" Gregg said. Young Earl had gone back to his bedroom, and Lee said, "Go back to bed-I'll take care of everything tomorrow-and believe me, I know it's not your fault."
This was too much for Gregg. He wanted to tell Lee that it wasn't all her fault, yet he didn't dare. He knew the spot he was in, and he sealed his lips.
When Lee got back to his bedroom, Marta was dressed and ready to leave. She had packed a small overnight bag, and as she took the money out of its hiding place, she congratulated herself that she had done this.
"Where will you go?" Lee said, looking at his wife, and suddenly feeling sorry for her.
"I don't know," she said shaking her head, "but I won't make any more trouble for you."
Before she could walk out of the bedroom, Lee sighed, "I-I don't know what to say. I don't know what's right or wrong! But I thought I'd flip out of my mind when I saw you sucking on his prick."
"I suppose it never occurred to you that there could be anybody else," she said evenly.
"No, it never did," he admitted flatly.
"But it did occur to you to have some sex on the side for yourself, didn't it?"
Lee sat down, and glanced at the floor.
"Yes, I cheated," he admitted, "But don't all men play around with some chick who wants to get fucked."
"Yeah, and what about the women you leave behind-in bed-alone! We're supposed to live on memories until you come back and ball us. But, in the meantime we're supposed to be goody two-shoes. No, it doesn't work that way."
"It doesn't?"
"No, baby," she enlightened him, "Some women are just as sexy as some of you men, and we get tired of the same old screw. We actually want variety too."
"I didn't think women were like that," Lee looked up at her, "Maybe I should have tried to understand-"
"If you had, perhaps tonight wouldn't have happened," she said, picking up her handbag.
"Don't go," Lee said, "Please don't go!"
She came back to him, and said, "I've got to go. I don't want to be here when Gregg goes away. I-I felt sorry for him, and it would kill me to see him suffer. This was his chance at a home, and I wrecked it."
"I wrecked it," Lee said brokenly, "When I used to go away, and leave you alone-then you got to yearning for another man. I'm beginning to understand-will you ever forgive me?"
"Of course," she said, tears dampening her cheeks, "But that was no excuse for what I did-no excuse at all."
"He won't talk. The kid won't talk."
"How do you know?" she asked him.
"I just know," he said, "I think he genuinely loved you, and he doesn't want to hurt you."
"Well, I'd better split. I'm going to take a vacation-a much needed rest. It'll give you time to think it all over. Right now, when you see me leaving your heart reaches out to me, but tomorrow in the cold light of day, with hard facts and logic-maybe you'll hate me."
"I could never hate you, honey," Lee said softly, "You just hurt me-that's all."
"And I'm so damned ashamed of myself I don't know what to say-"
"Tell me you still love me," Lee said earnestly, "That's what I want to hear-"
"From the mouth of a molester?" she sobbed.
"From the lips of my wife," he nodded, looking directly into her eyes, with a penetrating glance that shot through her like a dagger.
"I-I love you," she wept, "and that's why I'm going away!" Saying no more, she left the room, went to the phone in the living room, and called a taxi to take her to the airport. Lee paced the floor, trying to think of something to say to hold her. Now, that he had understood, he had forgiven her, and he hated to see her leave.
When the taxi pulled up, she kissed him goodbye, and then brushing a tear quickly aside, she stepped out of the house, and hurried to the cab.
As Lee looked after her, he didn't know Marta was being observed from a second story bedroom window by Earl, and by Gregg, as she left-never to return.