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Three days had passed since that eventful night. I had fought with myself, trying to decide whether I should confront Cathy regarding her escapades with Linda. I never said anything, despite the images that kept flashing through my mind. Even more disturbing was the constant erection I had, envisioning Cathy with Linda and other men. Pangs of jealousy would fill my heart when quarts of blood filled my prick.

I had arrived home from work and found a note. Cathy’s note was simple, “Went out with Linda. I’ll be home late! Don’t wait up. Love, Cat!” I began to get worried. Cathy never went out during the week and stayed out late. She had to be to work early. I nervously paced the house letting my imagination run wild as the minutes passed by on the clock. Was she really out with Linda? Was she with the waiter? Maybe it was the bartender? I didn’t even know the restaurant they went to.

An hour had passed by very slowly, when I decided to do some investigating. My curiosity got the better of me, as I headed upstairs to inspect the bedroom. Upon opening the door, I immediately spotted her conservative gray skirt and blazer tossed atop the bed. Her blouse lay in a heap on the carpeted floor. Her bra and panties were lying at the entrance to the walk-in closet. Cathy’s shoes were scattered on the floor.

I tried to surmise what outfit Cathy had donned for her night out. The only thing I noticed missing was, what she referred to as her “fuck me” shoes, a pair of black, five-inch stiletto heels. I knew whatever she was wearing that she was showing off her long, shapely legs.

Another hour had passed, and I was beginning to give up my failing investigation. I ate some leftover pizza and downed a beer while watching the television in the bedroom. I fell asleep, weary and exhausted from worrying, after Lenno had delivered his monologue. Cathy still had not come home.