The Avon Lady

It had been a few weeks since the encounter with Jason in the kitchen. You had several encounters with Ryan and Isaiah. You weren't surprised you hadn't seen Jason since, or that if he had been around, he waited until only your husband was here. For the past week or so, you felt watched; a few times you noticed the same car trailing behind you, or it was in the same parking lot when you met up with someone for a tryst. You put it down to simply paranoia; you were supposed It was fairly healthy to maintain a level of suspicion when you were engaged in cheating on your husband. The weird thing was you knew that at the times when you had seen this car or felt like you were being watched, you knew your husband would be busy elsewhere. You specifically picked times when he would either be at work or at home and too exhausted to question things.

A knock on the door distracted you. You saw that the person standing at the door was a young-looking blonde girl. She was wearing a pink dress and a matching pillbox hat. You opened the door to greet her.

“Avon calling. Can I interest you in any of our products?” She told you.

“I have a few minutes.” You reply, more out of politeness.

You walk her through to the kitchen.

“Can I offer you a drink?” You ask.

“A tea would be lovely.” She replies.

You spend a few minutes brewing a pot of tea for the two of you, while she takes various product samples out of her bag. You hand her a cup of tea and wait for her sales pitch.

“Well, thank you for giving me a moment of your time. I'm sure a woman such as yourself is incredibly busy. I have a few samples of our latest perfume.” She advises, indicating a green perfume bottle.

You watch her uncap it for you and then she holds it under your nose. You are quite thankful; it's quite a pleasant aroma, a mix of magnolia and berries. She places it back down and points to a jar of skin cream next to it.

“I personally use this one all the time, and it works wonders on my skin,” She states proudly.

You watch as she hands it to you so you can try it. The feel of it is quite soothing when you apply it to your arm although you already have skincare products you have been using for years. She then points to the last item, a small container of foundation.

“This one is my favourite, and I use it almost every day.” She informs you.

You have to admit her make-up looks good. She has on some light eyeliner, mascara and a pink lipstick. The look is quite understated. You continue drinking your tea as she continues her marketing spiel.

“Would you be interested in making a purchase?” She asks.

“All of these seem very good. I do have brands I already have a preference for, though.” You reply, trying to wrap things up.

“Well, could I leave our brochure with you? In case you change your mind?” She queries

“Yes, certainly.” You reply, knowing fully well it will go into the trash five minutes after she leaves.

She reaches into her bag again and retrieves a manilla envelope. She opens it quickly and drops the contents on the table. You are taken aback in surprise for a moment as there is no brochure but instead a series of photos with you, Ryan and Isaiah. The photos are quite explicit and show you in various sexual acts.

“What is this?” You ask.

“You think you can just sleep with my man, you saggy old bitch?” She screams at you.

“Who are you?” You ask, genuinely confused and surprised.

You know that neither Ryan or Isaiah has partners that you are aware of. That only leaves one person who this could be.

“Are you...” Your question gets cut short as she lunges for you. Your tea falls from your hand, shattering on the floor as she grabs you by the throat and pins you against the wall.

“You fucked my boyfriend. I'm going to send this to your husband so he can see what an adulteress cunt he's married to.” She threatens.

“Please don't. I'm sorry. I'll do anything. I'll give you anything you want.” You plead.

“You already took the one thing I had. You've got nothing to offer me.” She replied angrily.

“I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself.” You reply, your voice filled with fear.

She backhands you with her other hand, but doesn't let go of your throat.

“I love him, and you are fucking taking him from me.” She roars in your face.

You see there is a conflicted look in her eyes, and she bursts into tears. She releases her grip on your throat and just stands there sobbing uncontrollably. Despite the tension, you feel an overwhelming urge to hug her and tell her everything is going to be okay. You wrap your arms around her. You just stand there for several minutes while she sobs into your shoulder.

“I'm sorry.” She says to you.

“Are you Jason's girlfriend?” You ask.

She nods. You look over at the spread of wares which served as part of her deception. “Where did you get all of this?”

“My mom's an Avon lady; this is her work clothes and some of her products.” She explains.

“Tell me your name at least.” You ask

“I'm Callie.” She says, finally introducing herself.

“I'm Eva. It's good to meet you, Callie,” You respond.

You watch her stand there drinking her tea. Her crying has stopped; she simply stands there looking conflicted.

“Did he tell you?”

“We were having sex a few weeks ago, and he told me that he slept with you. I thought I would find it hot. I pretended to at the time, but after he left I just felt jealous. I wanted to be his first when we tried that, and you took it from me.” She explained, trying to hold back the tears.

You were uncertain how to respond to her. You thought the best way might be to explain your situation.