Here
is a short sample from my latest book "Cuckold's Anonymous". It is available from the Kindle Store at
Amazon.com. Here is the direct link:
A Surprise Encounter
It was not long after that the meeting adjourned. I hung around for a few minutes to see if
there was any possibility that I might be able to worm my way into one of the
conversations but these folks were pretty tight lipped when they did not have a
microphone in their hands. I looked
around to see if perhaps Marcie was available for a little chat but she was no
where to be found. I supposed she took
the first opportunity to make herself scarce so that she did not have a
confrontation with her former husband.
Realizing that my work for the evening was probably over, I
made for the exit. No one stepped
forward to stop me and say thanks for coming, hope to see you again. This was definitely not like alcoholics
anonymous where everyone seemed to wear their alcoholism like a badge on their
arm for everyone to see. Those meeting
were almost like a fraternity where each person was not separate but was part
of the group. Not so much like that
here.
As I exited the door and headed for my car I noticed that
someone was already there. It was in a
part of the lot furthest from the light and so it was difficult to make out who
was there, apparently waiting for me but I could tell there was someone because
of the glow of the cigarette they were puffing. That was also different from alcoholics anonymous. In those meetings everyone smoked and drank
copious amounts of coffee. But this was
the first cigarette I had seen smoked at this meeting.
I approached my vehicle cautiously although I have no idea
why I should be worried. I had never
slept with any of these men's wives or if I had it was so long ago that I did
not remember it. And I had not spoken
in front of the group so nobody should have been angry from my remarks. Never the less one cannot be too careful in
this violent world in which we live.
I relaxed a little as I saw who was waiting for me. I doubted that Marci had anything against me
and her relaxed posture told me that she did not.
"I thought you had left." I announced as I came up to her. I held out my hand in greeting. She took it and gave me a firm handshake,
which surprised me a little. "By
the way my name is Jack."
"Yes, I heard the greeting at the meeting. Do you have much trouble getting through
airports?"
I smiled although I had heard that joke a million times or
more. "And I guess you would be
Marcie? Are you waiting for me or is my
car the only one the right size to lean on?"
"No I thought I should welcome you to the group
although I have a feeling that you don't belong here."
"Why would you say that? What other motive could I have for attending a meeting like
this?"
"Well, I suspect that you have ulterior motives. For one thing you were paying way too much
attention to what was being said. And
yes before you asked, I have been observing you."
"Really would you mind telling me why?" I asked.
"For starters you don't look the part of the typical
cuckold. And I will answer the question
you are dying to ask before you get it off your tongue. A typical cuckold has a hangdog expression,
especially when they are in the company of a woman. When I began to argue with Bill you turned around and looked me
straight in the eye as if I was just another of the crowd and not the mortal
enemy."
"So then what is your theory about why I am here? Do you think perhaps that I am a married man
thinking of having my wife cuckold me and I want to find out what the
ramifications are before I do it?"
"Highly unlikely.
I think you have a whole different agenda. I think you are either a journalist or a novelist that is trying
to gain information for a story or book.
How close am I?"
"Supposing you are right, how likely would it be for me
to succeed in my venture?"
"That depends on whether you would like to buy me a
drink or not. I have heard almost all
the stories but they are much too long to tell standing in this parking
lot?"
"Do you have a preference of the establishment for me
to buy the drink?"
"Your place if you are not married, my place if
you are."

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