Show and Tell Time

"Actually, get dressed. I'll tell you what I remember and or know as we head over there, and we can see if I am right." Jackie said as she ambled over to the wardrobe on the other side of the room. One that had far more woman's clothes in it than it did yesterday. "Oh, and bring the gun. If I'm wrong, we might need it. Or...we might need it for other things, if I'm right."

The two of you threw on some clothes as she began going over what she recalled of her life(s) with Gary, your former neighbor and her former father. Seems that Gary was an absolute workaholic, the guy made a pretty decent living and had his wife and three daughters living pretty well off, but was absolutely phoning it in at home, when he was there. When he did grace them with his presence for any extended period of time, he was an out right dick. Over-bearing to Jackie, dismissive to her sisters, and borderline abusive towards her mother. "I don't remember him actually ever hitting her, but she certainly reacted like she was expecting it at times."

"Fuck."

"Yeah, pretty much." Jackie confirmed as you two stepped outside and started cutting towards the lawn. "He was...is? I'm still not sure how to tense these conversations. He was an asshole who like to push people around to get his way. So, when I heard him trying to pull that shit on you, I lost it. I did try and give him a chance to sleep it off, but you saw him. He wasn't taking it."

"You gave him an out. Weird that he tried to pull 'not under my roof,' under MY roof."

"So, when I pulled the trigger, I wasn't really thinking of anything specific. All I was thinking was 'just do what you're told, you little bitch!, and then BLAMMO! Bye-bye Gary, hello Gwen."

As Jackie was telling her tale, it was all sounding familiar to you, to the point that you were mouthing the word "Gwen" as she said it. You knew this backstory, as if it had been told to you before, you realized. So, Gwen..."

"That's where it gets weird for me too. I remember my history with Gary, like a movie I saw a bunch, but it's been a while. It's distant, but if I focus, I can recall the details. At the same time, there is a new history that is being written inside my mind. I'm now 'remembering' a history where my mom and dad had a huge row...about ten years ago...I think he was having an affair...with Gwen. She confronted them both, he got pissed and stormed out...I don't think I ever saw Gary again. Gwen, it turned out is this submissive little bitch that somehow fell under his spell. When he disappeared, she kind of latched on to mom. She felt bad for her. Gary was an asshole, and it seemed like Gwen just couldn't say no to him, or as it turned out, really anyone. She couldn't really hold his actions against her. They became friends, mom let her move in to our house. She doesn't really go outside, much, because she kinds of does almost anything anyone tells her to do."

A memory of you having to save Gwen from some drunken groomsmen at your wedding flashes through your mind. If you hadn't seen so much of the gun's power first hand, you would be checking yourself in to get sized for a straitjacket. As you approach the front steps of Jackie's family home, you tuck the gun into your waistband and cover it with your shirt.

Jackie knocks on the front door, and the two of you wait for a couple moments. "So weird to knock on what, until recently, was my home." She muses, as the door opens, revealing the short stature of Gwen, clearly not expecting company.

"What....what are you guys doing here?" She stutters, either very surprised or still partly asleep.

Before you can say anything, Jackie speaks up. "I told you that we'd be by this morning to discuss your actions last night. Didn't I? Or do you not remember coming over to our house and screaming at my husband in the middle of the night? Did you tell Mom what you did?" Gwen sheepishly shakes her head no. "I'm not surprised. She was pretty mad last time you wandered out. At least you got lucky last time, only wound up having to man the Stevens' kid's lemonade stand for 6 hours." Again, the things Jackie is saying sound like things you've heard before, you're just having difficulty discerning your old reality from your current one.

"Well, because you were so rude last night, I decided to tell my husband your history, Gwen. That's right, I told him about your little secret. And you know what? He didn't believe me." A flash of relief floods Gwen's face. But, only for a second. "So, I think you're going to have to prove me right. Strip."

"What...right here? On the doorstep? The neighbors will see." Even through her objections, you can see her hands moving towards the hem of her top.

As bizarre as this situation is, you decide to back your wife's play. "You heard her Gwen. Strip. Right here, right now." Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jackie smirking. You're not just sure if it is at you, or at Gwen. Probably both. With that, Gwen quickly doffs her top, throwing it to the ground. "It looks like she is more prone to obeying a guy than a woman." You remark to Jackie.

"We've noticed that too. She'll still obey a woman, but sometimes it takes a second push to get her to go along." Talking about her as if she isn't even there has Gwen looking deeply embarrassed, but nonetheless, she drops her panties to reveal a tight, golden colored ass.

It would seem Jackie was definitely telling the truth, at least about Gwen's submissiveness. Without a word spoken between you two, you both step inside and close the door. You can feel the plastic of the gun pressing into your back. Will you and Jackie play with Gwen, or go and meet the rest of her family?