Chapter 10

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Trudy pulled her hand back, out of Buzz Miller's grip.

"Buzzzz," she whined. "Be careful! We're both married! People will talk."A glance around the diner indicated no one looking their way. Buzz gazed at her, unflinching.

"Do you want to meet in our usual place?" She followed the question with a flirtatious giggle.

"Yeah, after work. About 5:00." He forced a smile and got up to leave.

"Okay, sweetie!" she murmured. "See ya later!"


Buzz didn't look back, preferring to exit the noisy diner and hit the sidewalk. He wasn't sure why he first started up with Trudy, but he was stuck with her now. Because of the sex, probably. It was good, phenomenal, but he grew weary of her incessant chatter. She was nothing like his wife. Jeannie was a little church mouse, squeaking along...half of the time he needed to ask her to speak up.

He met Trudy several months ago when they responded to a burglary call at the diner. She caught his eye right away, those brassy red lips and loud voice, and a huge rack. Her boobs stuffed in that little uniform were torpedoes, ready to bust out and blast buttons across the room. When she walked up and flirted, who wouldn't take notice.

"Let me pour you a cup of coffee, Officer!" She'd said it with a wide smile and a twinkle in her eye. "A crime investigator like you needs some caffeine to keep him on his toes." In his dull life, she arrived like the circus coming to town, with sights and sounds to behold, reeking of perfume, with rings sparkling and bracelets jangling on both wrists. She jingled and glittered all over the place.

She hung around that day making small talk, angling for a date. They had dinner that night and then rented a motel room for two hours of hot, sweaty, grunting animal sex. He didn't know how she explained getting home late to her husband; but he told his wife, Jeannie, he was working late on a case. Now they met for shorter times, during lunch breaks, or a quickie after work. Just so everyone got home on time and created no suspicions.

She was good for him. He took his aggressions to bed with her and used them up, wrapped in utter pleasure. The woman was a wild cat to his tiger. She was addictive, the only thing that made him feel good, like a doper needs heroin. If he didn't have her, he'd kill someone. He'd strangle some idiot who got in his way.

Why did he do it? Cheat on his wife, and with another man's woman to boot?

Why he should care what Jeannie? He had lost his attraction to her years before. The woman he married was gone, had died under the pressure of him doing his job, of being who he was. It was like she gave up and left without really going anywhere, staying but not really being there. Now she dragged around in baggy sweats, no make up, no life, no color, fading into the woodwork as if she never existed. Well, for him she didn't exist. He only gave her attention once in a while for appearances, to make the kid happy. He hated her. He hated the way she fawned and hung onto him with no mind of her own. He knew she hung on only because she was afraid to leave, didn't know how to go, only knew how to stay.

She couldn't take what the demands of the job did to him. The shit he had to go through every day, did she really think he was going to come home and act like a model father and husband. Instead of supporting him, she made it all about her, her needs. Sometimes he got so mad, he wanted to kill her. Kill her.

As for banging another man's wife? Trudy had a mind of her own, what Trudy wanted, Trudy got. Tell that other man to have a talk with his wife if he wanted answers. Don't blame Buzz Miller.