GIFTING . . .

 

 

 

ÒI just donÕt understand this Rodger! I just canÕt wrap my head around it?Ó Rodger replies, ÒItÕs very simple Jill. I listened to the wrong information and went ÔAll-InÕ on a very bad Investment.Ó

 

ÒShut the Fuck Up Rodger! DonÕt you dare treat me like IÕm some clueless know nothing! IÕm not at all confused by the facts that youÕre an Idiot and you just put us on the brink of Financial Ruin with your Utter Stupidity!Ó

 

ÒWhat I donÕt understand is how me spending ValentineÕs week with your Rich as Fuck Ex-Slut, magically fixes it all? Magically makes all your fuck ups just go away? What arenÕt you telling me Rodger? . . . WhatÕs the rest of Her Game here?Ó

 

Rodger answers, ÒJill, sheÕs always been jealous that you Won. That I picked you over her. IÕm sure all she wants to do is rub in your face, every day for a week, that IÕm a failure and you actually lost. Then she promised to take over on the failed stocks.Ó

 

ÒBut Her insisting on me, to also wear my ValentineÕs Dress, that I picked special for you . . . thereÕs just something messed up about that.Ó ÒJill, IÕm sure itÕs just her way of punishing me even more. Having me see you in it and then taking it and you away from me. EXÕs can and will be very vindictive at times.Ó

 

ÒWell how much farther until weÕre there then? Because IÕm sick of your face . . . your deep voice . . . your masculine cologne . . . Fuck! I just want to get this over with!Ó

 

ÒJill, you remember that black gate a few miles back?Ó I replied, ÒYes?Ó Rodger continues, ÒWeÕve been on Her Property since then.Ó Holy shit! Ok, so sheÕs got some money . . . maybe because she doesnÕt make Stupid decisions like my Husband does.

 

We pull up into the large circle drive and Rodger stops our car so my door is on the side closest to her ridiculously oversized Mansion! What the Fuck? ÒThat thing is Huge Rodger!Ó

 

Rodger, still trying to lessen the tension, delivers a poorly timed, ÒThatÕs what she said.Ó I quickly reply with a better timed, ÒYes, it is what she just said . . . but IÕm sure she wasnÕt talking about your Cock.Ó

 

Actually, Rodger wasnÕt at all rich when I met him, so it was for the size of his cock . . . just not sharing that info with him right now. IÕm just too pissed off at him.

 

As My Husband and a Gentlemen, Rodger opens my door and allows me to take his hand as he guides me from my seat. As My Husband and my Pimp, he points to the front door and I continue on alone.

 

ÒYou seriously canÕt even walk me to the door? Come On!Ó Rodger answers, ÒShe was very specific on her instructions. IÕm not allowed off the Driveway. I do hate to see you go . . . but I love to watch you leave.Ó

 

Again, maybe funny any other time . . . just not today. I love Rodger more than anything and canÕt wait to get back home. I still switch to the coldest of shoulders as I step towards the large, like ten foot tall double doors.

 

ÒI Love You Jill! And IÕm Sorry!Ó The large double doors ominously open on their own to a darkened foyer when IÕm still at least fifty feet away. I turn back one last time to just see the top of RodgerÕs head disappear behind the rooftop of our Car.

 

No engine sound at all . . . just the noise of the tires hitting some bits of gravel on top the concrete as he drives away. I really hate that about electric cars! CanÕt believe he didnÕt at least stand and wait until I was fully inside . . . Fuck!

 

I so wanted to turn and run towards Rodger, screaming, ÒDonÕt Leave Me! Take Me With You!Ó Went with avoiding it because IÕm sure that She, who wonÕt be named, would enjoy it too much.

 

Preemptively I start my walk of shame towards the place my shame is about to be happening. All I can think about is stopping, turning around, changing my mind.

 

I canÕt even call Rodger back or an Uber . . . since I wasnÕt allowed to even bring my phone. This feels like a damn Voluntary Hostage situation . . . with me about to be the Hostage . . .