Folded within the cocoon of her favorite blanket and settled into her favorite chair, she waited. It was a familiar position, this one. His booted step through the portal still lifted her heart in her chest and sent a tightening in her belly and a tingling through her limbs.
She?d loved him from the first moment he?d smiled at her. She?d become his from the first time he kissed her. She?d lost herself in him the moment he made love to her. And she?d been destroyed the first time he cheated on her.
His student. His lover. His co-worker. His friend. His partner. His wife. His. His. His.
Because he?d become everything to her, she could no longer find where she ended and he began. To lose him was to lose herself.
So even his cheating became about her.
His co-conspirator.
It was easy to discover what types of students appealed to him. The young. The beautiful. The impressionable. The smart.
All of them were simply versions of herself. He seduced them. He used them. He discarded them.
He?d never discarded her.
And he never would.
For she understood him. Understood him better than he understood himself.
The first time she caught him he?d been deeply contrite. Sincerely so. He had apologized and she had raged. She had left him and he had chased her. Two years later the scenario played again. And a month after that.
She?d left him again.
And had stayed gone.
A year later they had remarried and he had changed himself. No longer the charismatic flirtatious man she had come to love, he was strict, reserved and almost harsh with his students. He kept his distance and it had paid a toll on their marriage.
She wanted him back. She encouraged him. Prodded him. Led him down the path of her choosing. And because it was her choosing when he had seduced that first student again she had felt a rush of power and arousal.
It became about her.
And when he tired of the student as he was so quick to do she had demanded he stay with her. Lead her on. Convince her of his love. She had made him imagine a life with the vapid co-ed, a life without Ulyssa.
She had threatened to leave him to it and he had begged her to stay. And she had finally given her consent to end his affair.
On one condition.
She got to watch.
As he crushed that young girl?s heart Ulyssa couldn?t begin to explain what she felt. The power of it. The pleasure of it. The knowledge that her husband had become central to this other woman?s life and that he had chosen Ulyssa.
And that is how they found themselves, forty years later. Teachers together still. Partners together still. Lovers together still. And Co-Conspirators. Still.
She?d loved him from the first moment he?d smiled at her. She?d become his from the first time he kissed her. She?d lost herself in him the moment he made love to her. And she?d been destroyed the first time he cheated on her.
His student. His lover. His co-worker. His friend. His partner. His wife. His. His. His.
Because he?d become everything to her, she could no longer find where she ended and he began. To lose him was to lose herself.
So even his cheating became about her.
His co-conspirator.
It was easy to discover what types of students appealed to him. The young. The beautiful. The impressionable. The smart.
All of them were simply versions of herself. He seduced them. He used them. He discarded them.
He?d never discarded her.
And he never would.
For she understood him. Understood him better than he understood himself.
The first time she caught him he?d been deeply contrite. Sincerely so. He had apologized and she had raged. She had left him and he had chased her. Two years later the scenario played again. And a month after that.
She?d left him again.
And had stayed gone.
A year later they had remarried and he had changed himself. No longer the charismatic flirtatious man she had come to love, he was strict, reserved and almost harsh with his students. He kept his distance and it had paid a toll on their marriage.
She wanted him back. She encouraged him. Prodded him. Led him down the path of her choosing. And because it was her choosing when he had seduced that first student again she had felt a rush of power and arousal.
It became about her.
And when he tired of the student as he was so quick to do she had demanded he stay with her. Lead her on. Convince her of his love. She had made him imagine a life with the vapid co-ed, a life without Ulyssa.
She had threatened to leave him to it and he had begged her to stay. And she had finally given her consent to end his affair.
On one condition.
She got to watch.
As he crushed that young girl?s heart Ulyssa couldn?t begin to explain what she felt. The power of it. The pleasure of it. The knowledge that her husband had become central to this other woman?s life and that he had chosen Ulyssa.
And that is how they found themselves, forty years later. Teachers together still. Partners together still. Lovers together still. And Co-Conspirators. Still.