Chapter 214: Mimi XXVII—Secret Society
Michele was just about to pick up the telephone when she was interrupted by the loud, frantic knocking at the door. She rolled her eyes and answered the door to see Jennifer Foote standing on the porch, her eyes wide, her face pale, her lips tight. Michele resisted the urge to smile. Gigi leaped onto the porch and jumped at Jennifer’s legs, her little claws snagging her pantyhose and Jennifer didn’t seem to notice.
“Hello,” Michele said. “Jennifer are you hurt? What’s wrong? Is it Adam again?”
Jennifer blinked and her mouth flopped open but she didn’t say anything.
Michele frowned. “How was the benefit? I was too sleepy last night to ask Patrick and I missed him this morning.”
Jennifer sucked in a loud breath of air and let it out. “Mimi,” she said. “Your husband RAPED me!”
Oh Patrick you graceless imbecile! Michele thought. Tell me you didn’t!
Michele widened her eyes and she put her hand around Jennifer’s arm, squeezed her and dragged her into the house and off the porch. Gigi leaped in after them and went running into the kitchen. “Now,” she said in a tight voice as she slammed the front door. “Take off your coat, come with me into the kitchen, and tell me what happened.”
“I told you!” Jennifer exclaimed as she slipped off her coat and hung it clumsily in the closet as Michele stood in the doorway of the kitchen. “He’s a monster!”
“He forced sex on you?” Michele said, feeling her heart pound, wondering how this one could be covered up. Perhaps if she had some time she could conjure a grave in the backyard…. Her luck Gigi would dig her right up.
Jennifer nodded. “Uh huh!”
Michele crossed her arms and impaled Jennifer with the most brutal glare she could muster. Jennifer paled and wrung her hands together. “Are you injured?”
“Well… no,” Jennifer said.
There was a good sign… Michele thought.
“Did you scream at all?”
“No,” Jennifer whispered.
“Are you bruised?”
Jennifer shook her head. “Not that… I… know of…”
Not even bruised?
“Are you in pain in any way?”
Jennifer shuffled on her feet and then looked at the floor. “No… not really… I mean… no.”
Sigh of relief!
“Jennifer,” Michele said in the voice she used on the children when she was informing them they were to receive swift and severe punishment but was not in the mood to yell, “I know my husband, and even thought I am not forced there is some pain afterwards. How could you have no pain and not be forced? Did you say “no” at least?”
“Yes!” Jennifer said, her eyes dancing with an almost insane light, “Yes!”
Michele narrowed her eyes.
“At first..” Jennifer said in a meek voice. “I said “no” at first…”
Michele scowled at this ungainly creature. “Jennifer you’re confusing me.”
“Well I SAID no!” Jennifer said. “I know I did… but he kept talking and he wouldn’t let me go and he just kept explaining things… and then I wasn’t saying no anymore I mean I meant to say no and I WAS but that… that’s not what I was doing.”
Michele felt her cheeks redden, and she made sure to blink rapidly. “So you’re saying he forced intercourse on you and you ended up liking it?”
“Well…” Jennifer said. “No I mean… it wasn’t like real intercourse.”
Michele scowled again and made certain she was scratching at her head. “Not real intercourse?” Patrick I LOVE you! Michele thought feeling the glee in her stomach.
Jennifer shrugged. “I… I can’t tell you what he did… but it was degrading! He may as well…”
“What did he DO!” Michele snapped, putting her hands on her hips and glaring. Gigi scampered out of the kitchen and began to yip and howl at Jennifer.
“He did
oral sex on me in the bathroom at the
Michele took a loud inhale in breath, and she pressed her palm on her breast, she felt her lips go cold, good then that would mean her face had paled. She stood still, blinked slowly and distinctly so Jennifer could see her horror. “What?” she said in a squeak, in a breathless gasp.
Jennifer
nodded. “I didn’t want to though and…”
“Did you enjoy it?” Michele
whispered, felt a tear in her right eye.
“And he just wouldn’t let me go and..” Jennifer continued.
“Did you enjoy it?” Michele repeated louder and Jennifer stopped.
“Excuse me?” Jennifer asked.
“Did you come!” Michele yelled, made sure the tear dropped down her cheek.
Jennifer blushed and she pressed her hands to her cheeks. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes I did.”
Michele pressed the back of her hand to her mouth, inhaled in horror, showed Jennifer the tears of heart break.
“Mimi…” Jennifer said weakly.
“Let me get this straight!” Michele said, making sure she sounded severe, wounded. “My husband propositioned you in the bathroom, you didn’t scream but you said no but somehow you allowed him to do THAT to you and you ended up climaxing? Am I stupid? DO you think I’m stupid? Where does the rape come in for that?”
There was a moment of silence and she could see the tears well up in Jennifer’s eyes and how heavily she was breathing. It was beautiful!
“I… I… don’t know,” Jennifer murmured.
“Ooo,” Michele moaned and she covered her face and ran into the kitchen, slid to the ground sobbing as loudly as she could.
Within the instant Jennifer was in the room, putting her arms around her, “Mimi please! I’m sorry I didn’t want to hurt you…”
“Of course
you hurt me!” Michele snarled and she pushed Jennifer off and stood up
pointing, Gigi nailed the point home as well,
snarling at Jennifer and baring her teeth. “You spread nasty lies about me, and
snub me in front of my children, and think harmful things about me and now you
deal me the ultimate blow by taking sexual pleasure with my husband and you
cannot wait to come here and rub my nose in it!”
“No!” Jennifer squeaked. “I
mean… I know it now that those were lies about you, I didn’t know… I..”
“How long have you and Patrick been together?” Michele gasped. “How long?”
Jennifer shook her head. “No we’ve never done that all the way before I mean we..”
“All the way!” Michele shrieked, absolutely adoring herself at this point, “You mean he’s done this with you before? WHEN?”
“No!” Jennifer gasped. “I mean he kissed me I should have told you before but I didn’t let him….”
Michele pressed her hands against her stomach and doubled over. “Mon Dieu!” she exclaimed. “It was that night wasn’t it? That night when Adam was inebriated and… All this time you’ve been waiting for him yes? Like a spider? How could I have been so blind! I mean it’s just like before…”
“Before?” Jennifer gasped. “Mimi there’s been others? Truly?”
Michele narrowed her eyes. “You’re not special cherie!” she snipped. “He does this all the time, and with all of my friends and then they hate me when he tires of them and blame me and spread nasty stories…”
“You thought me a friend?” Jennifer said quietly. “I was… your friend? And there have been others…. On this team? WHO?”
Michele sniffled and blew her nose on a napkin. “Everyone does it with him,” she sighed, “But no one talks about it. It’s like he has… a secret society of ladies.. and I am not invited. He promised me that he had changed… I suppose not.”
“Oh Mimi!” Jennifer sighed, and Michele was thrilled to hear that sorrow in her voice. “Please forgive me! I’ve been so terrible to you… please…”
“Non!” Michele said waving her hand at Jennifer. “Non! I blame myself. I think I told you to find someone who would appreciate you if Adam wouldn’t. Perhaps if I hadn’t said that then…”
“Mimi!” Jennifer exclaimed. “Please…”
“Patrick is tired of me,” Michele said, drying her tears and speaking in a somber voice. “I accept that now, and… and if you make him happy, then by all means… just don’t talk to me about it ever again, yes? You took me by surprise earlier, so clumsy… so clumsy…”
“Mimi!” Jennifer cried. “Are you telling me to keep… with your husband?!”
Michele shrugged. “If he’s happy then he is nicer to me, less troublesome. Now go away, I don’t want to think about you anymore… please go! You’ve done enough.” Michele collapsed into sobs again and she listened to Jennifer leave the kitchen and slam the front door on her way out. As soon as the door slammed Michele exploded with laughter, fell back on the floor and let Gigi crawl onto her belly.
Who’s the whore now? Michele thought. And not a soul would ever believe that I gave you permission! OOO Patrick I love you!
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