Making an Example
I: Monday, June 27,
2005: Condominium of Lady Stephanie Dynasty, London, England
"I know what I saw...I tried to convince him I'm not trying to undermine or torture him. What use is it though. I shouldn't have wasted my breath."
The person on the other end tries to assure me otherwise.
"I still feel like a bloody idiot. As much as I still loath...I...still do care. I wasn't the perfect wife but he deserves more than that bitch."
It feels good to get this out of me...what I saw...I just couldn't keep in me. They're not shocked to hear what I've had to say thus far. Why should anybody who's heard or seen of the Duchess of Wessex.
"Listen I'm still half jet lagged. We'll talk later, okay? Thanks hun."
I hang up the phone and let out a deep sigh. The digital camera sits on my dressing armoire. Its contents; shall I expose them to the world and make an example of her?
II: Monday, June 27, 2005: Trump International Hotel and Tower, New York City, NY
"I saw this and I just knew you would LOVE it."
A rather large box awaits me.
I look at her. She has a look of expectation and anticipation.
She looks like she'd rather be the one opening it.
I still have this niggling thought festering in the back of my mind however.
"Before I open it. And seeing it is my birthday. Won't you reconsider. Won't you come to Memphis."
"Goddamnit Robert, you have to bring this shit up again."
"I'm the birthday boy. Why don't you just kiss his ass and acquiesce, hmm like a good girl."
She smirks.
"You know I'm no good girl. And you know I fucking hate the idea of you even going through with this shit."
To my amazement almost she sits next to me on the couch and clings to my arm. "Please babe don't make me do it. I can't live in a city with fewer than twenty five star restaurants."
"You're not going to LIVE there. Just visit. I promise you don't have to stay any longer than the evening, then we'll take off immediately after the show, even if I have broken arms and legs."
She grabs my head and turns it to her. "I'm not going to fucking hear the end of this until I agree, will I."
"Would you rather me be harping, 'Will you take me to Mount Splashmore?'"
The joke isn't lost on her as she giggles.
"I'll come upon you agreeing to three terms."
Only three?
"Name them."
This should be good.
"One. You take me out to dinner immediately after the show back here in New York City. I don't give a shit what time it is."
"Sure."
"Two. You never ever request me to travel to the southern United States ever again."
"If I can avoid it, all right."
OLW better not fold up and move to Hicksville, Texas or anything. Then we're screwed.
"And three. Even though I totally think you're still completely wasting your time, you annihilate this son of a bitch and make an example of him to the CAL, to that fat Irish bastard, your skank ex-wife and most imporantly...make him an example to me."
I merely nod with a wide sadistic smile.
"And I'll tell you what. I'll even go take a look around this craphole you're taking me to, tonight. Scout it out."
"You want to fly to Memphis tonight for the hell of it and just fly home?"
"You'd do anything for your loving devoted wife wouldn't you? And I'm doing this for you."
Why the hell not. "You call JFK then and get the guys to get the Lear ready. I'll open the present when we get home, fair enough?"
She kisses my cheek and nods.
Well. This was unexpected. I enjoy surprises though. But I try to face them by being as prepared as I possibly can.
I rise from the couch and enter our bedroom so we both can get ready.
An hour later we're prepared and about to leave.
"Oh dammit I forgot my watch. Give me a second."
I re-enter our bedroom and grab my Rolex from my drawer when something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention, hanging in the study.
I smile. I reach into my pocket and pull out a key and approach the den and the wall behind my mahogany desk. With a click it is opened and I remove the MSWA Smokey Mountain Heritage Championship.
I might need this.
Strip me of my honours?
Never.
There are only more to come.
We depart for Memphis.
"I know what I saw...I tried to convince him I'm not trying to undermine or torture him. What use is it though. I shouldn't have wasted my breath."
The person on the other end tries to assure me otherwise.
"I still feel like a bloody idiot. As much as I still loath...I...still do care. I wasn't the perfect wife but he deserves more than that bitch."
It feels good to get this out of me...what I saw...I just couldn't keep in me. They're not shocked to hear what I've had to say thus far. Why should anybody who's heard or seen of the Duchess of Wessex.
"Listen I'm still half jet lagged. We'll talk later, okay? Thanks hun."
I hang up the phone and let out a deep sigh. The digital camera sits on my dressing armoire. Its contents; shall I expose them to the world and make an example of her?
II: Monday, June 27, 2005: Trump International Hotel and Tower, New York City, NY
"I saw this and I just knew you would LOVE it."
A rather large box awaits me.
I look at her. She has a look of expectation and anticipation.
She looks like she'd rather be the one opening it.
I still have this niggling thought festering in the back of my mind however.
"Before I open it. And seeing it is my birthday. Won't you reconsider. Won't you come to Memphis."
"Goddamnit Robert, you have to bring this shit up again."
"I'm the birthday boy. Why don't you just kiss his ass and acquiesce, hmm like a good girl."
She smirks.
"You know I'm no good girl. And you know I fucking hate the idea of you even going through with this shit."
To my amazement almost she sits next to me on the couch and clings to my arm. "Please babe don't make me do it. I can't live in a city with fewer than twenty five star restaurants."
"You're not going to LIVE there. Just visit. I promise you don't have to stay any longer than the evening, then we'll take off immediately after the show, even if I have broken arms and legs."
She grabs my head and turns it to her. "I'm not going to fucking hear the end of this until I agree, will I."
"Would you rather me be harping, 'Will you take me to Mount Splashmore?'"
The joke isn't lost on her as she giggles.
"I'll come upon you agreeing to three terms."
Only three?
"Name them."
This should be good.
"One. You take me out to dinner immediately after the show back here in New York City. I don't give a shit what time it is."
"Sure."
"Two. You never ever request me to travel to the southern United States ever again."
"If I can avoid it, all right."
OLW better not fold up and move to Hicksville, Texas or anything. Then we're screwed.
"And three. Even though I totally think you're still completely wasting your time, you annihilate this son of a bitch and make an example of him to the CAL, to that fat Irish bastard, your skank ex-wife and most imporantly...make him an example to me."
I merely nod with a wide sadistic smile.
"And I'll tell you what. I'll even go take a look around this craphole you're taking me to, tonight. Scout it out."
"You want to fly to Memphis tonight for the hell of it and just fly home?"
"You'd do anything for your loving devoted wife wouldn't you? And I'm doing this for you."
Why the hell not. "You call JFK then and get the guys to get the Lear ready. I'll open the present when we get home, fair enough?"
She kisses my cheek and nods.
Well. This was unexpected. I enjoy surprises though. But I try to face them by being as prepared as I possibly can.
I rise from the couch and enter our bedroom so we both can get ready.
An hour later we're prepared and about to leave.
"Oh dammit I forgot my watch. Give me a second."
I re-enter our bedroom and grab my Rolex from my drawer when something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention, hanging in the study.
I smile. I reach into my pocket and pull out a key and approach the den and the wall behind my mahogany desk. With a click it is opened and I remove the MSWA Smokey Mountain Heritage Championship.
I might need this.
Strip me of my honours?
Never.
There are only more to come.
We depart for Memphis.