“Stop it,” Olivia pleaded again.
“Why do you think he never had sex with you on Sundays?”
“Because we’re both too tired from the long day.”
“The Eric I know, wouldn’t let that stop him. No sweetie, he knew if he wanted to play with me on Monday morning, he had to be rested up. Why do you think he was always in such a hurry to have sex with you on Saturday mornings?”
“How did you know that?”
“He told me. It was because he was missing me. Your husband, may care about you, part of him may even love you, but it was our bed he desired. Every little sordid, disgusting thing he liked…being tied up, talking dirty to him, spanking him. Heck, he took me to his favorite strip club so I could learn how to strip and give him lap dances. Whatever and however he wanted it, I did it.”
“Stop it,” Olivia cried.
“No, you wanted to know. Every piece of furniture in this apartment, the shower and the bath tub all bear the memories of our lovemaking. I have done things with your husband that you could never imagine. He would bring DVDs so we could imitate his favorite scenes. Eric has a voracious sexual appetite that needs to be constantly fed.”
“Stop it,” Olivia pleaded again.
“He would call me on our off days and ask me to talk him through lunch. By now, he’s probably going through withdrawal, because he hasn’t been able to…express himself like he wants to.”
“STOP IT!” Olivia shouted. She walked over to the window and stood, staring. DeeDee stood up and brushed the back of her skirt. Fighting the tears, Olivia asked, “When did… when did you meet?”
“Every Monday and Wednesday morning and Tuesday and Friday afternoon. We’d hole up here for a few hours and then I’d send him home to you to rest.”
“So you were his morning VIP patient?” Olivia stood still with her arms wrapped around herself.
“Yes.”
“The business trips and conferences?” Olivia asked.
“Some were legitimate trips, the others were our vacations.”
“Why tell me now?” Olivia asked.
“I didn’t want to, but the Holy Spirit wouldn’t leave me alone. And DeeDee and the man I’m seeing said it was the right thing to do.”
Olivia turned around. “So what…you’re all saved and sanctified now and looking for redemption?” she asked smugly.
“Get out.” Kyla started toward the door.
“Kyla, calm down. She’s in shock,” DeeDee jumped in.
“She’s got a funny way of showing it.”
“I’m sorry.” Olivia looked around the beautifully decorated apartment. “I want it.”
“What?” Kyla asked.
“The apartment.”
“Olivia I don’t think that’s a good idea,” DeeDee replied.
“Why do you want it?” Kyla asked.
“I have my reasons,” she replied. “I’ll give you twenty-five percent over market value.”
“Are you insane?” DeeDee asked.
“Normally, I wouldn’t question such an offer, but…,” Kyla replied.