Tug of War 69.1

A few weeks later...

"Are you feeling better, honey? Your guest will arrive anytime now."

"Guest?" Richard asked, shaking his head, confused. "What are you talking about, woman?" The man then looked around, rubbing his eyes. He was in the living room, and it was afternoon, as the sun was coming in through the front window. Apparently, he had just woken up from a nap. However, he couldn't remember what had happened before or how he had got there.

"Now, now don't be silly Richard, honey" Susan smiled condescendingly at her puzzled husband. "Don't you remember that you invited your partner in crime to come here today?"

"Gary? Why? Fuck, what day is it again? Shouldn't I be at work?"

"Oh, Richard, I wonder what's wrong with you these days. Today is Saturday, darling. Why would you be at the base? Here, have some tea to wake you up."

"Tea? You know I hate tea! "

"What are you talking about, Richard? God, I'm starting to think you should see a doctor. You've always loved tea!"

"H-have I?" Richard asked, more confused than ever, and Susan smiled again. Everything was going exactly according to her plan...

Soon enough, they heard the doorbell ring. "Oh, it must be Gary!" Richard exclaimed, after sipping his tea, that tasted surprisingly good. "If he's here, it means he has a new idea to screw the sissy boy!"

"Tiffany?"

"Timothy!" Richard shouted, grinding his teeth. "How many times do I have to tell you that his fucking name is Timothy? I know you grew fond of the sissy, and that's exactly why I told you to stay out of my business!"

"Of course, dear. I'm sure that you big boys are doing a much better job."

"I've also told you that I don't like it when you use that tone with me, woman. We've had some setbacks, sure, but how could I possibly imagine that the fagot would win that damn contest? The idea was to humiliate him to the point where he would never have the courage to go out on the street again. The world is completely fucked up, though. How is it even possible for a sissy to win a beauty contest? But I'm sure Gary has a new idea to teach that damn boy a lesson."

"Yes, yes, I'm sure he has. So why don't you go to the bathroom and wash your face while I open the door, dear? You don't want your friend to see you in this state, do you?"

After Richard walked away, Susan went to the door. "Good afternoon, Mr. Smith. It's a pleasure to see you again! So, have you thought about what we discussed last time?"

"I... I don't know what you are talking about" Gary stated, looking strangely uneasy.

"Of course you do, Mr. Smith. There's no reason to lie to me. You know that nobody needs to know what happens inside the house, right? I just want to see my husband happy, and I can do anything – truly anything – to make it happen, and I know you want it, as well, Mr. Smith..."