Be her hero...

“Jean,” I was pausing for time, I didn’t what to think. "I am confused. You just said it all was Fred's idea? And that the whole this whole thing was his idea? They got together and planned this. And Carl, my husband, thought it would be a good idea to lie to me? And have me be your husband's sex toy and all the while degrading you? " I could hear my voice start getting louder and feel my heart beating faster.

She looked at me like a deer in the headlights.

"Damn, I sure picked the right to come over." Kira said listening to the conversation from upstairs.

Jean looked liked she was getting ready to cry.

"You... you didn’t...I thought..." she said in a soft small voice just barely above a whisper. Her eyes were wet with tears. "He said..you wanted it this way and got off on me...feeling bad."

I was more furious than confused. I could make the necessary connections in my head. Carl, my husband, pimped me out to cover his ass on fucking chicks at work. Telling me it was Jean. I think they must have slept together. She seems to not impressed. Who has he been fucking then?

Then, Fred comes over, I have blown him a couple times. The thought nauseated me now. This was all his idea. Somehow, this was also making Jean feel terrible. Apparently, he gets off on making her terrible. I felt gross and used.

Not even in a good way.

I liked Jean, she seemed nice. She was always quiet, seemed...oh shit.

"So," I said, "you must hate me. I ...didn’t know. I like you. I wish we were better friends."

Kira kicked something down the stairs.

"Kira" I finally had enough. "Shit. Come downstairs and help me figure this out." And I sat down on the floor. As I watched Jean lay on the couch. I wanted to save her and make my husband and Fred regret this all. I was going to be Jean's Hero.