Thursday, May 5, 2016
Today's muse: Three Word Wednesday
Today's three words: unselfish, winding, amoral
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If you interview every woman he’s slept with—and there are a lot—each one would say the same thing: “He’s an unselfish lover.”
This declaration is often punctuated with a blush and a knowing smile. It is always followed with a sigh. And the sigh is always wistful.
Everette Beale provides a much needed service to neglected women. Neglected married women, to be specific. He has countless letters from former lovers (he doesn’t call them clients) thanking him for saving their marriage; for saving them.
He studies each woman’s interests—learns about her family and friends, her hobbies—so that he can have a meaningful conversation with her. He courts her: takes her out to dinner, a movie, even the opera, if that’s what she likes. He snuggles with her on his sofa and strokes her hair while they discuss a wide variety of subjects.
Or he simply sits with her in complete silence.
Some would think this is amoral. After all, these women are married. But Everette doesn’t look at it that way. He thinks of himself as a modern-day hero, a champion of relationships, if you will. Without the cape, of course. Unless she’s into that. In which case, he’s all in.
Everette’s lovers hire him because they are neglected by their partners. This desertion is not as simple as a spouse who works too many hours and has no time for his wife. It’s about contact and communication.
“He doesn’t talk to me anymore,” is the most common complaint.
So Everette listens. And eventually, the conversation shifts from talking to contact. How she longs to be touched again, misses how he used to look at her; when a mere glance across a room at a crowded party would make her wet.
As she confides her desires, gives voice to her hidden cravings, Everette’s mouth takes a winding trek down the column of her neck and across her shoulder. Her head falls back as she gives in to the hedonistic need that has tortured her for months—years—and he takes with a ferocity that reminds her of how it used to be with her man.
The agreement is terminated when he fucks her. It’s not a secret; he’s quite up front about it.
He tells her it’s because she will want to reignite the passion she once had with her man; that the sex—the glorious, liberating sex—that they just shared will be a pivoting moment that will strengthen her marriage.
He tells her that she no longer needs him. And he sends her home, back to her husband. It's the same routine each time a contract is terminated.
When the agreement ends, and before the next one engages, Everette sits at home alone. He holds a tumbler of scotch in one hand while the other one strokes his cock.
And he thinks of her.
He always thinks of her.