Chapter 94: Trep II—The Masterpiece Part 1
Journal Entry: 94 Vol: III
November 4, 2---
Winning is the clear aim on this one. And I have won so clearly, so completely, and so devastatingly that I almost feel ashamed at how pleased I am. A last vestige of conscience perhaps? But why feel such a nagging spark of that at such a time of triumph? Therefore all evidence of my conscience I think I shall leave in this paragraph and henceforth proceed unfettered.
Practice was rather dull today, just another day of Penalty Kill work. Kaspar had a charming idea to take a bad penalty for a five on three practices; otherwise it was the same. There was an interesting moment when Coach Hartley had something of a tiff with that gorgeous masseuse Miss Volanges and he left early, quite red faced. Parker unfortunately speaks not a word of French and so therefore cannot clearly inform us of what their differences seemed to be about. Parker’s suspicion however, is that the manner in which they talked was quite animated and perhaps hinted at an intimacy between the two. My guess is that they’re carrying on a liaison going sour. Interesting.
Sakic had a skate today as well. He seemed quite shaky out there by himself but it looks bright for his return within a week or perhaps a bit longer.
When I came home today, my wife informed me that all three of our invitations had been accepted and so we then could proceed forth with the master plan. What a coy smile decorated her face as she told me this. I have to remind myself hourly to thank whatever powers that be for gifting me with such a creature. She promptly, proceeded to set up her end of the arrangement, knowing full well that although she might be a strict observer on this one, a much sweeter reward would be at hand.
I must take a deep breath now. For at this moment I know that I have finished a feat that would make even my uncle exclaim in surprise. What would dear old Monsieur Tremblay give to be me at this moment, awaiting the sensual feast at hand?
David Rosen was the first to arrive, punctual, congenial and with a bouquet of flowers. What an animated fellow Rosen is, as he smiled at us and asked up politely what important thing we had to tell him, so that he could get back home. He and my wife got along quite well until the arrival of Nathan LaTulippe. Again the talk was polite and quiet, and Nathan greeted his brother-in-law asking him why he was here. I informed him that I had the same important thing to tell him as his brother. Then came Nicholas Darter, quite a beautiful young lad I might add. He was more patient than the other two and seemed quite content to laugh with my wife. She served them appetizers and a copious amount of sweet wine as she chatted with them until it became quite obvious to them that they were the entire breadth of the party. That is of course when the questions arose from them. "What did you have to tell us?"
"Well, I am glad you asked that question," I replied. "Please have some more wine."
"What is it?" David asked a little impatiently.
"Hey is this a surprise?" Nicholas Darter asked.
"In a way," my lovely wife said with a smile.
I looked at my watch, soon. It would be soon and I was beginning to feel anxious and impatient.
"David," my wife said, tapping him slightly on the shoulder, getting his attention. She looked so beautiful in a sleek, soft, clinging blouse that I didn’t know if I could wait for the night to progress any longer.
"Yes?" he asked with a polite smile but I could see his eyes trail over her breasts slightly. In fact I had seen the gazes of all three upon her form.
"How does it feel to be... well.. denied?" she said quietly.
"Excuse me?" he asked in a nervous voice.
The other two men exchanged glances.
I smiled in what I assumed was a reassuring way to them and sat back, sipping at the wine. I decided to let her hold the court for a spell.
"Denied," my wife repeated. "Denied of fantasy fulfillment, things like that."
The men exchanged looks again. I could feel the pain of a smile stretching my cheeks. For the next twenty minutes my wife carried on an energetic discussion with them, shushing their protests when she implied that the exhaustive charities, dinners, parties, functions, rallies, appearances that the women they loved carried on, coupled with the depth of their moral fiber has left their men with little to hope for from them in a conjugal sense. As much as they denied that was true, it was plain in their helpless eyes, that they felt this way.
"But we can’t... we can’t shock them!" Nathan said in a quiet voice finally.
"Shock!" My wife exclaimed. "Mon Dieu! Those girls I think cannot be shocked by anything at this point, save a few things."
"What are you implying?" David snapped.
"Yes!" Nathan said, "Say it straight out!"
"Your precious ladies, your fragile flowers," my wife cooed. "Are quite brazen I’m afraid. No better... than common pleasure girls!"
The men were stunned into silence and finally David spoke up. "You’re lying!" he said.
"Care to see some proof," she sniffed.
"You have none!" Nathan said.
"Let us go to the living room," I said. "There is something you need to see."
Confused, flustered, a wide range of emotions, they followed us and I set them up on the couch. "Keep peeking out of the curtains," I said, "And try not to be seen."
The girls were punctual, deliciously so.
"Is that Chastity?" Nicholas exclaimed. "Getting out of the cab?"
"Quiet!" My wife whispered holding onto his shoulders. "Wait."
"What’s going on?" David exclaimed.
I went to the door and answered it when Chastity knocked. As soon as I opened it the girl cried out, flinging her arms around my neck and kissing me. "Oh! I’ve missed you! Nicholas has gone out somewhere I have a little time! I need you so badly!"
"Chastity!" Nicholas exclaimed in horror.
The girl screamed and covered her mouth with her hands, blinking in confusion and all the frightened emotions that a young girl can feel.
That was one. I needn’t go into the repetitious description of the next to other than they arrived, threw themselves at my feet and then were horrified to see not only the "loves of their lives" in the living room, but their own sisters.
Speechless the whole party was for a good ten minutes I’m guessing. By that time my wife had slipped out of sight, preparing to fulfill her role that would require her to be invisible for the evening’s remainder.
"What now?" Christine finally asked, pale and avoiding eye contact with anyone.
How interesting, was what I thought as I looked over the solemn party. They were all strangers now! Each man had assumed his woman to be forever shy, frigid, quiet... a damsel. Now they had caught a glimpse of the brazen hussies that they could be. I could see the anger there, but I didn’t see hate. I am sure the anger was knowing that all this time they could have been proactively cashing on the affections of these women I had so recently tasted the pleasure of.
"Christine..." David said helplessly.
"This doesn’t have to be something... horrible," I said and got the instant glares from all six of them. I smiled. "All you need to do is.. get reacquainted with each other."
"Reacquainted?" Christine gasped. "You abomination! How could..." she stopped at that point and sat down. What moral fiber could she fall back on now that she had been compromised.
"Admit it..." I said, "None of you have to be all that bored. You men want something, you women want something that so far neither of you has provided for the other."
"What are you talking about?" Nathan murmured, he looked like a man completely dazed.
"I’m talking about picking up the pieces and making something more interesting, once every belief and principle you have set your life on, has been shattered, such as it is now...."
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