This one sounded the same but the music was as different as night from day.
It was mocking, not lilting like the other, almost sinister, and mercifully brief.
She warned me that Jill had been quite the playgirl when she was younger and was leaving the small town in which they had been raised under a cloud.
It seemed she had been fooling around with a married man for months and when the wife finally caught on, the subsequent divorce action exposed a few more married men that also had been cheating on their wives with Jill as well.
Of course there was no incriminating evidence around the place either. It was then that I first heard the voices of those who lived in my head. Others chimed in, exhorting me to have it out with her here and now. I'm used to them now, but the onset of the very first tried my sanity. At first I couldn't hear anything, but then I heard as well as felt the wheezing sound signifying the calliope was about to play. A neighbor had one of the old fashioned types complete with a steam engine to drive it.
I could sit by the hour and listen to all the tunes he would play.
The keys were on the bedroom chest of drawers, just where I'd left them.
I couldn't help noticing the bedsheets looked as if a small army had bivouacked there last night.
The initial concept however quickly changed from a "hit and run" sex and violence short story to this epic of self-discovery on the part of the protagonist.
This work still incorporates sex and violence in rather plentiful amounts, but now is dominated by coincidence, the nexus, and brief encounters with the supranatural.
It works out well for almost all concerned as he enjoys the sexual favors of a wide spectrum of kinky bed partners and is kept abreast of his cheating wife's travails.
She is used and abused, big time, by an army of off the wall swingers, outraged wives, sadistic lawmen, religious fanatics and downright strange folk that people this lengthy tale. Wayward Wife's Punishment Chapter 1 Prologue Years ago, when beginning the writing of this story, there was no intention of turning it into a novella or longer.
On a vacation trip to Arkansas I had the great good fortune to meet, then quickly court and marry a lovely girl by the name of Jill. All that remained was to live happily ever after and leave behind our progeny.