An Assignation at Louders – Chapter Four
The medications prescribed by the obstetrician-gynecologist that her friend had recommended had begun to take full effect days ago. The hormones that the gynecologist had given her made her breasts swell up almost immediately in anticipation of the infant she would soon have. Laura had been forced to go out and buy a whole new set of bras two days before as her bust size swelled from an “A” cup to a “DD” cup over a period of two weeks. She was ready for the baby her husband would give her in recompense for his wayward behavior. Only the dinner at the restaurant remained to put him in his proper place. He would either provide a baby for her, or he would die. There was no middle ground.
Laura waited patiently for her errant husband. The private investigator she had hired had managed to get photos of Ron and his mistress in bed together at her apartment, so she knew that she had him dead-to-rights. The investigator had also discovered who Ron’s former mistresses had been and had provided photos of the buxom young ladies. From the photos that the investigator had provided, Laura realized that Ron had a infantile infatuation with women’s breasts.
As far as Laura was concerned, Ron had all the emotional maturity of a two year old; he was lazy, selfish, self-centered, and had a taste for expensive toys and junk food. At least when he ate junk food, he suffered for it. He had an ulcer that became quite painful when he indulged himself in pizza or greasy cheeseburgers. Whenever he ate red meat, he’d lie around for hours moaning in pain, demanding that Laura do something to help him alleviate the pain brought on by his behavior. His sports car was only one example of the hideously priced adult toys he favored; he had begged and pleaded for Laura to buy it for him even though it was ridiculously expensive and ill-suited for a married man’s public use. After several months of childish whining, she had bought it for him just to shut him up. He never picked up after himself around the house, forcing Laura to pay the maid extra for all the additional work that was heaped on her.
The woman who had done Laura’s laundry had quit rather than wash Ron’s dirty underwear. He never wiped himself thoroughly after using the toilet and his “undies” always had yellow strains on the front and brown smears on the bottom. Laura had only induced her laundry woman to return to work for her by promising that she’d wash her husband’s dirty underwear herself so that the laundry woman wasn’t forced to endure his offensive underwear. As a matter of fact, it was his underwear that tipped Laura off to his unfaithfulness. After she started washing his underwear, she noticed that he often went through two pairs of underwear a day. Curious, she began watching him closely and noticed that he’d often pack a spare pair of underwear in his briefcase. On several occasions when she saw him take a spare pair of briefs to work, she casually asked him if he had a meeting with a buyer. In every instance, his answer was “no”. Since his general level of cleanliness was below the social norm, she began to suspect he had ulterior motives for changing his underwear while he was at work. When she closely examined the underwear that he had worn on those days, he often had a small, almost undetectable stain of ejaculate on the fly of the cleaner pair of his briefs. It was all too suspicious for Laura to leave alone. On two widely separated occasions over the past two years she thought she detected the scent of a woman’s perfume on his clothes, but the smell was so faint that she could have been mistaken. When she had asked him about the perfume, he had said that he had brushed up against a woman in a crowded elevator.
She suspected him of stepping out on her, but he had always managed to talk his way out of divorce because she only had suspicions rather than real proof. Frankly, he didn’t bathe or clean himself often enough for her to suspect that another woman would be attracted to him so she had let her suspicions go without rancor. A friend of hers told her that she had seen him driving down the street in his fancy sports car in the company of a young woman. Her friend had been curious and followed the car and spotted Ron going into an apartment complex at noon. When Laura heard this, her suspicions were confirmed. She had immediately hired a private investigator to follow her husband and see what he was doing outside of their home. Within a week, the private investigator had provided Laura with everything she needed to prove that her husband was a liar. Not only was he a philanderer, but his so-called “low sperm count” which he’d told her had prevented her from having the baby that he’d promised her when they got married was caused by a vasectomy he had had a year before they met. Apparently, he was shrewd enough to ensure that he wouldn’t have any women suing him for child support.
Laura had discussed her husband’s perfidies with a female friend of her’s named Dinah who had a suggestion that she thought would resolve her marital problems and childlessness in one fell swoop. Dinah owned and operated a Daycare Center and had had a long talk with one of the new mother’s about this particular restaurant. There had been some irregularities with the birth certificate of the woman’s baby girl and it took an hour of explanation and a phone call to resolve the issue to her friend’s satisfaction. It seemed that there was a restaurant in town that had certain rules about who could order particular foods from the menu and had ways of enforcing the rules in a way that couldn’t be disputed. With her friend’s assistance, she made a reservation at the restaurant and pre-ordered a meal for her husband. Although the Maitre-de had argued about her selection of dinners at first, he had relented after her friend had explained the situation and had given in to Laura’s requests.
A few minutes later, Ron rushed into the restaurant like a busy executive running from one meeting to another. His cheap suit was wrinkled from being tossed on the floor during his escapade with his mistress and his shirttail wasn’t properly tucked in. One of his shoelaces was untied and flopped unheeded from side-to-side as he dashed into the restaurant’s foyer. Laura frowned at her husband’s unkempt appearance and shook her head. The young woman he had taken up with hadn’t even the self-respect to make sure her lover was presentable in public. His sandy blonde hair was a sweaty, matted disheveled mess. “Well,” she sighed to herself, “after this afternoon, I’ll make sure that he looks his best the every time he leaves the house again.”
She nudged the blue bag with the toe of her shoe to reassure herself that it was still there as her husband staged his exhausted entrance and was led to the table by the Maitre-de. With the red face of exertion, he sat down heavily in the chair opposite hers. Just as he was about to ask the Maitre-de for a menu, he noticed Laura’s new look. Ron’s eyes bulged as he saw her face and let his eyes wander down to her bust. “Goddamn, Laura! You’re fucking gorgeous this afternoon!”, Ron said as he seated himself on the opposite side of the table, “What did you do? Get a new hairdo? That outfit makes you look like you’re a goddamn fashion model! Are you wearing ‘falsies’ under your bra? Your boobs look like they’re ten times as big as the last time I looked at you!”
Laura smiled at the compliment and nodded at the Maitre-de as she said to her husband quietly, “Since you were late, I took the liberty of ordering drinks and dinner for the both of us. I’ve ordered Oysters Rockefeller for myself and Chicken nuggets for you. Since you’ve been complaining about your ulcer lately, I ordered some milk for you rather than an alcoholic drink. I also ordered a sweet and sour sauce for your chicken rather than their barbecue sauce so your stomach won’t get irritated.”
“Chicken nuggets?”, he whined in a childish tone, “You know how I hate chicken!”
“And you know what red meat does to your ulcer!”, she rejoined tartly, “Just eat what I’ve ordered and listen to what I have to say. Since you’ve been busy at work, I’ve been redecorating the house and making plans for the both of us.” She stopped and grinned wickedly as she said, “Besides, I know for a fact that you’ve developed a taste for ‘young’ chicken lately!”
“What the Hell are you talking about?”, he asked defensively.
“Be quiet and I’ll explain everything to you,” she said as their waiter arrived with their dinners. The unfolded a large collapsing serving table whose top was formed by strips of furniture strength webbing at either side of both ends. He placed the two and a half foot oblong aluminum serving tray on the folding table and served each of them from the right separately in proper fashion.
“What about my drink?”, Ron complained as the waiter set the plate down on the table in front of him.
“I’m very sorry, Sir, it will be along directly,” replied the waiter apologetically, “Your dinners were ready and I wanted to get them to your table while they were still hot. I’ll go back and see that your drink is prepared immediately and brought out to you.”
Ron noticed that beside his plate of chicken nuggets were three brightly colored crayons and a piece of paper with the line drawings of a coloring book. He picked a crayon up with his fingers and asked the waiter, “What is this?”
The waiter looked at him seriously and said, “Every child’s meal comes with a crayons and a page for coloring, Sir.”
“But I’m not a child, why did you bring this to me?”, Ron demanded.
The waiter drew himself up to his full height and said solemnly, “It’s part of a child’s meal, Sir. If I didn’t bring the crayons and page, you wouldn’t have gotten what you were paying for. The rules are very strict here, Sir.”
“But I didn’t order a child’s meal!”, Ron protested.
“I know, Sir. Your wife did when she made the reservations,” the waiter replied with an air of invulnerability.
“Laura?”, Ron asked, “I thought you said that you had already ordered because I was late. What’s going on here? Is he right? Did order a child’s plate for me when you made the reservations?”
“Yes, I did Ron!”, in admission of a materialistic lie. The Maitre-de’s honesty had befouled her plans somewhat, but the basics of her scheme were still recoverable. All she had to do was get Ron to shut up and eat his dinner to get her pan on track again. “They were the only thing on the menu that wouldn’t aggravate your ulcer. Don’t make a scene! Just eat the chicken and we’ll talk about it after dinner!”, Laura said severely.
Laura stopped talking and dove into her food with zest. The hormones she had been taking had given her a ferocious appetite over the past two days. Ron shrugged and ate his chicken nuggets quietly, wondering if her remark meant that she suspected he had taken a twenty year old girl as his mistress. As Ron chewed each nugget, his clothes became looser and more unkempt. The sleeves of his jacket seemed to be attracted to the bowl of sweet and sour dipping sauce like magnets. Finally Laura said, “Ron, why don’t you take off your coat and make yourself comfortable? There’s no one back here in the rear of the restaurant but the staff to see you and you can always put it back on before you leave the table if you feel like it at the end of the meal. For that matter, why don’t you take off your tie and roll up your sleeves too? What I have to say later might be extremely upsetting and I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”
Ron gave his wife a searching glance at the sudden change in his wife’s standards. Usually, she demanded that he be neat as a pin when he went out with her. That was one thing he liked about his mistress; she didn’t care how he looked, only about the quality of their lovemaking. Ron removed his coat without getting up from his chair and draped it inside-out on the chair’s back, then took off his tie and stuffed it in his jacket’s pocket. As he rolled up his sleeves, Laura added, “Live it up, Ron! Take your shirttail out too! It’s halfway out anyway, you might as well go whole hog!”
Ron grinned and sighed as he took his shirt out of his pants. Laura had been right about relaxing, even his ulcer had stopped hurting. Despite the apprehension that he felt earlier, he suddenly felt relaxed and….loose. Both of his feet seemed to have gone to sleep simultaneously. There was a strong tingling feeling that surrounded both feet and was racing up the rear of his legs to his bottom. He moved around a bit in an attempt to improve the circulation in his legs, but instead of alleviating the odd sensation, it intensified it. Strangely though, there was no discomfort that he’d normally associate with the feeling of pins and needles that he was experiencing. The sensation was an altogether pleasant one as if he was being revitalized and energized. As he ate another chicken nugget, even his tight-fitting dress shoes felt comfortable for the first time in years. He wriggled his toes around in his shoes surreptitiously and discovered that his shoes had seemed to have gotten larger. The tingling sensation reached his ears and became a light tickling feeling when it reached the top of his head. Ron felt wonderful! He giggled in spite of himself, causing Laura to say as she forked up her last oyster, “Eat up, Honey, after dinner we can talk!”
The End of An Assignation at Louders – Chapter Four.
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