“Oh, there you are Monica… I was getting worried.” I said as Monica looked at me with a vacant stare.
“Uhm, you were? Where am I? What’s going on?” she stammered back, confusion coming over her face.
“Of course! You know I worry when you wander off like this.” I replied and stepped up to her, taking her hand in my own.
She let out a gasp and her whole body shivered as she closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. When she did, a smile was across her lips and a sparkle in her eyes.
“Pardon moi, monsieur. Monica is… eh.. how you say… dumb slut?”
I smiled and nodded, “That’s alright Monica, I know you’re just a dumb slutty french maid, you can’t be blamed for wandering out of the house once in a while.”
She blushed and bowed her head a little, “Merci monsieur! Per-aps you would like to… ah… play with my ti-ties?” she asked and pushed her chest out towards me.
“Perhaps when we get back into the house. Though I think you have some cleaning to do, don’t you?”
“Oui monsieur, Monica ave much cleaning to do.” she replied as her eyes went a little fuzzy for a moment.
I walked her back into the house and closed the door behind us so that Monica could get to work.
“Hey Tom, did I see Monica out and about yesterday? It was hard to tell from so far away.” Jerry, my neighbour from across the small park asked as we approached our mailboxes from opposite sides.
“Oh, yeah, just for a little bit.” I replied.
“That’s great to hear, I hope she can fully recover soon.”
I nodded with a solemn look on my face, “The doctors are hopeful, we’re taking it slowly though. We’ve been considering heading out to the country house for a few months… you know, just to get away from all the hustle and bussel of the city.”
“I’m sure that would be great for Moncia. If there’s anything I can do to help, just let me know.”
“Thanks Jerry.” I said as I closed my mailbox and headed back to the house.
I wasn’t actually sure if Jerry know the truth or not, he seemed to be the kind of guy that might have access to the kind of services that I used on Monica. He certainly had that hot, dedicated, little trophy wife at least 30 years his junior, that would indicate as much.
However, he never let slip if he did, and he never gave me a knowing smile or anything else.
He just followed the story I’d told everyone else, that Monica, due to the high stress job she had as a lawyer, succumbed to a nervous breakdown, and was recovering at home.
What had actually happened of course was that she was going to divorce me after finding out about my side piece, exposing the whole thing, and ruining my reputation.
Fortunately, a good friend had directed me to The Perfect Divorce Service before I’d asked Monica to marry me. So now, even though we were officially divorced, Monica was only too happy to clean up after my side piece and I left the house in disarray.
