A Horrible Girls' Night Out

Anna had organized this girls night out. It seemed it was harder and harder to get the six of us out together. Maybe we were getting too old. All of us had been married, Anna was already divorced and three of us had children. My husband kept putting off children, something he said he wanted more than anything when we got married. It had become the most frequent argument between us. When Anna called requesting another get together, I was glad because it got me away from my husband David on a Friday night. We all knew Anna had been lonely since her divorce and I think that is what brought us together.

It had been a normal girl's night out, we danced together and shot down most guys that asked, except for Anna, she was saying yes to anybody who asked. Maybe she was horny. I had taken an Uber here and had planned to take one home, so I wasn't too concerned about how much I drank.

Everything was normal until he walked in. The 'he' was my lover Andrew. Not Andy but Andrew. I was horrified he was there. The last thing I needed was one of my friends to find out about the affair and it would leak back to David. I could cancel my dreams of having children with David.

We started hooking up six months ago. He worked in my building for another company. The restaurant in our building was packed on a rainy day and he ended up sitting at my table. That became almost daily and then it was drinks after work and then a visit to a hotel a couple of times a week. In some ways it relieved the stress of my marriage, in other ways it just added to it. There was the guilt, there was the fear that David would find out and the fear I would end up like Anna.

Andrew looked nervous as he walked over to me as I stood by the bar, I gave him a little shake of my head and he veered off to my left, taking an empty seat there. I did nothing else to acknowledge him and he was ignoring me. The rest of the girls wanted to dance but I passed.

As soon as they were on the dance floor, looking straight ahead I said, "What the fuck are you doing here Andrew."

He was also looking straight ahead and said, "You sent me a text and hour ago, asking me to meet you here."

"I did not, why would I do that. These girl's husbands are good friends with David, fuck he'll be playing golf with a couple of them tomorrow morning."

Andrew slid his phone over, it showed a text from me inviting him to meet me here.

I slid my phone over and showed him I never sent the text.

The façade of us not talking to each other quickly fell apart as we tried to figure out who sent the text and why. The list of possibilities wasn't long; it had to be someone who knew I was going to be here. The thought that it might have been David scared me. He was not one to shy away from confrontation and if he knew about Andrew, I'm sure he would have just kicked me out. I don't think any of the girls knew about Andrew. Maybe one of their husbands knew and this was some crazy way of exposing me.

I had lost track of my friends and when they came off the dance floor, they gathered around Andrew and me. Anna was right at Andrew's side, and I had a pang of jealousy, I was already sharing him with his wife and kids, there was no room for anyone else.

"Who's your new friend Becky," asked Anna.

I turned to Andrew and said, "I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

Andrew introduced himself and offered to buy everybody a round of drinks. I wanted to kick him; I wanted this uncomfortable situation to end as soon as possible. The drinks were barely on the table when Anna dragged Andrew onto the dance floor.

My best friend Jesse said, "Becky, you don't look good, are you okay?"

"I am feeling a little off, maybe I'll leave after this drink," I said.

That drink turned into a second and then a third. I was past my limit. All the girls were taking turns dancing with Andrew, something we never did except for Anna after her divorce. I didn't want to be the odd one out so when he asked me, I said yes. At least on the dance floor we could talk with some privacy. But the talk went around in circles, and nothing was accomplished except Jesse was giving me a strange look when we sat back down.

While I was sitting, I received a text from Jesse, "Spill it Becky, this is not the first time you held Andrew in your arms."

"Please not now Jesse, we can talk tomorrow. I think I'm in deep shit." I texted back.

A few minutes later I made my excuses and told my friends I was going to head outside and call an Uber. Andrew said he didn't want me waiting outside by myself and insisted on going with me, ordering another round for the girls. I looked over my shoulder on the way out. I didn't like the look on their faces. If Jesse was able to figure it out, I'm sure the others would. Except for maybe Anna, finding out her husband had been cheating on her had kicked her teeth in. She was a few months pregnant when her husband served her divorce papers, and she ended up losing the baby.

We stepped about 20 yards away from the door and Andrew took me into his arms. I knew I had tears in my eyes.

"This ends now Andrew. I can't see you again, what we had was special, but I don't want to lose David."

"I feel the same way Becky, losing my kids would kill me."

Things happened almost simultaneously. Andrew let out a moan and there was a sharp pain in my left breast. Andrew was falling away from me, causing more pain in my breast as I was trying to hold him up. My hand caught on something sticking out of his back and then I saw the knife blade protruding from his chest and sticking in my boob, cutting me open as he fell.

Someone was screaming, I realized it was me and people came running out of the club. The front of me was covered in blood, some oozing out of my tit. My hands were covered. I was sitting on the ground, cradling Andrew as the police and EMT's arrived. They pulled me away from Andrew, I didn't realize my tit was bleeding all over his face. The EMTs cut the front of my dress open and cut my bra off as they applied compression to try and stop the bleeding. I was in and out of consciousness, my last memory was moving me off the gurney and onto the operating table.

When I woke up, David was sitting in a chair next to my bed. I smiled at him, but he did not return my smile. Instead, he had that look he saved for people he despised, and I was on the receiving end of that look, a place I never wanted to be.

"Great, you're awake Becky. Now I can get the fuck out of here. Unfortunately, you are going to survive your injuries. Your parents should be here in 20 minutes; I told them you need two lawyers. I recommend you don't say anything to the police until your counsel arrives, but actually, I don't care. Your gal pals are waiting downstairs; I'll send them up. Also, Andrew's wife and kids are downstairs. She has somethings she wants to say."

"Why do I need two lawyers David?" I had to say something and that's what popped into my head.

"Are you that fucking stupid. If there is a god, I will never have to see you again."

Then he was gone.

The doctor came in, he said they put my breast back together the best they could, but it didn't look pretty. Maybe after it healed, I could look for a plastic surgeon. I wouldn't be able to breastfeed out of that breast.

I wanted to say the only chance of having someone to breastfeed just walked out the door.

The police came in next, I followed David's advice and told them I would answer all their questions when my lawyer was present. They informed me I was looking at murder one. The reality that Andrew had died hit me, and I started crying. The monitors attached to me started alarming, the nurses gave me a sedative, and I wouldn't have to face reality.

Jesse eventually pulled the whole story of my affair with Andrew out of me. She told me everyone in our little clique would kill to take my place with David and I was a fool. Then she got up and walked out.

Andrew's wife came in with her two kids right after Jesse left. "I just wanted to introduce you to the two children that will grow up fatherless because of you. This is my son Jack, he's five and this is my daughter Megan, she's three." Then she turned and left.

Anna was the only one of my friends who stood by me, my head was a merry-go-round of thoughts. She was the practical one, inviting me to stay with her and she would call David to get my clothes and wanted to know what I would need when it was time to leave the hospital.

She was holding me as I cried, the merry-go round of losing my lover and my husband, the look on Andrew's face as he died in my arms, the look of scorn on David's face. It seemed every time the merry-go-round made a revolution my tears started again.

"We'll get past this Becky, I promise," said Anna.

Unless she was working, Anna was by my side. I wish I could say the same for my parents. My mom barely said two words to me as she came in and gave me a polite hug. Not what I expected after the traumatic events I just experienced. My father only spoke to me about the lawyers.

My parents were heading home after only a couple of days, my mom turned to me and said, "You know we loved David. But even if we didn't, how could you do something like that to your husband."

That was pretty much the end of my relationship with my mother.

I was served with divorce papers on Thursday, the day before I was to be released. My father was livid; I told him I deserved it.

The murder case went before a grand jury. Things didn't look good in the beginning, a security camera recorded the incident, but it was really dark and only Andrew and I appeared in the video. Mine were the only fingerprints found on the murder weapon. My lawyer came up with an expert witness that said I was too short to stab Andrew at the angle the knife entered him, also I wasn't strong enough to push the knife through Andrew's clothing, his entire body, another layer of his clothing, then my clothing and then into my breast. Another expert testified that the type of stab wound was consistent with someone with military training. The knife entered Andrew's body at the perfect point to cut his heart in half. Even the police report showed that there was a third, unidentified person's DNA on the knife.

I was acquitted but it left the question as to who did kill Andrew and who sent the text message inviting him to the club.

After a second round of surgery on my boob, I moved in with Anna. She was happy for my company; she was the only one of our clique who was happy for my company. She had already retrieved most of my things from the home I shared with David and had set them up in her guest room. My car was in her driveway although they didn't want me to drive until my breast healed.

It would be another three weeks before I could go back to work, and my boob looked like something out of a Frankenstein movie. I began calling it Frankentit. I spent most of those three weeks sitting on Anna's couch crying. Anna would come home from work and hold me; the sadness would flow from my body and sometimes I would fall asleep in her arms. Who held Anna when she found out her husband had been cheating on her, who held her when she received her divorce papers and who held her when she lost the baby?

I asked her about it one night; she ran from the room crying and crawled into her bed. I chased after her, she was facing away from me as I climbed into her bed and held her.

"There was no one Becky, no one."

"I'm so sorry Anna, I never realized until now how important a hug could be."

We cried ourselves to sleep like that.

The next day I was freaking out when I received a text from Andrew telling me Anna was not who she pretended to be. I immediately called Andrew, and his wife answered.

"What could you possible want from me Becky?"

"I just received a text from Andrew's phone."

"No, you didn't, there hasn't been a text sent from this phone in weeks." Then she hung up.

Anna started acting weird after I received that text. I couldn't put my finger on it. The week before, she held me as I cried, this week she shunned me.

The divorce was moving slowly, and I wanted it to end. David's proposal seemed fair to me, my father was still steaming over me being served in the hospital. David wasn't talking to me, but I needed to talk to him, there was a question I needed to ask so I demanded counseling.

David agreed, probably reluctantly. Anna drove me to the counseling session and waited in the lobby. David had that same look on his face as he did in the hospital when we sat down with the counselor. I knew David hated me, but that he despises me seemed so much worse.

"I just wanted to know David, why wouldn't you agree to have children with me?" I had been thinking that if we were starting our family, there would have not been an Andrew.

The look on his face softened for a minute, "We were at a wedding, and I was at the bar getting us drinks. You were standing by our table staring at another man, I didn't know who he was. A woman behind me said, 'I remember when she only looked at you like that.' I never knew about Andrew or if there was anyone before Andrew, but I knew then that there would be someone, and it broke my heart. It was just a matter of time."

"Who was the woman?"

David said, "Anna."

I started crying and collapsed in my chairs. David got up and left but I saw him stop and give Anna a long hug. I was reminded of Jesse telling me that wasn't the first time I was in Andrew's arms. This wasn't the first time David was in Anna's arms. I waited until David left and walked out, passing Anna.

After that, I fired the lawyer and signed off on David's proposal. That ended my relationship with David and my father.

Reestablishing my life was a challenge. Fortunately, Anna had given me a place to stay. It was hard to get her to accept my contribution to household expenses. She kept telling me she was just happy for the company, I could understand, most days I don't know what I would do without her.

But every few days, I would receive a text from Andrew's phone. The most recent asked where Anna was?

Anna had become my go between with David, normally that would flow through our lawyers but since I fired mine, Anna has filled that role. It seemed every week there was something else I needed from the house I shared with David. Stupid shit like my hairdryer and then it was important shit like my computer that had all my financial stuff on it.

Sometimes Anna would be quick as David would have everything already boxed up. It took them forever to find my passport. My air pods took even longer; it would have been easier to buy new ones.

I always asked her how David looked or was he seeing anyone. In the beginning her reports were heart breaking, not that he was seeing anyone, but he looked gaunt and grew a beard that was not flattering. He was trying to hide from being recognized by all the publicity from the murder. He was now known as a cuckold. What the fuck did I do?

The next text from Andrew told me to ask Anna where her husband was. That night I asked her if she still kept in contact with her ex.

"I haven't heard from him since he walked out the door, although I was hearing from his lawyer. I also heard from his lover, it seems he walked out on her too. She had just found out she was pregnant."

"Did she ever find him."

"Weeks later they found his body in the trunk of a car in long term parking at the airport. That was right before I lost my baby. Somebody had complained about the smell. He was shot in the back of the head while he was in the trunk. I cried for days and never realized how much I hoped we would get back together. The only good part for me was that he never switched any of his stuff out of my name, so I got his 401k and the life insurance proceeds which I used to buy this condo."

"Did they find out who did it?"

"No, they said it looked like a mafia hit. I never thought he was tied up with the mob. The police had no hopes in finding the killer."

Anna and I settled into life. It was almost like being married but without the sex, or like dorm life in college without the sex. During the week Anna generally seemed cold and withdrawn and would frequently come home late, sometimes I was already in bed when she came in.

Most Saturday nights we would watch a movie with a bottle of wine in our pj's. One of those nights, Anna leaned over and kissed me, and I drew back in shock.

"I'm sorry Becky, we've spent so much time hugging each other and crying. It seemed like the natural thing to do. Do you know how long it's been since I was kissed."

I had sex with my college roommate one night after we shared some pills. We were both embarrassed the next morning, and the semester was almost over before we could look each other in the eye again.

Anna began crying and I went to hold her. It had been a couple of months since my last kiss and between Andrew and David, I had been enjoying a pretty active sex life. Anna misread my hug which was meant to comfort her, and she kissed me again. I felt compelled to respond to her and the kiss developed into more.

Anna pulled off my shirt and began sucking on my tits, her hands were squeezing my ass. She didn't seem to mind that the daughter of Frankenstein was right there.

She started licking Frankentit and wanted to know if it felt good. Surprisingly it did and I told her so. Anna knelt down on the floor in front of me and pulled my shorts and panties off. I knew what she wanted so I pulled my knees apart, giving her full access to my pussy. It didn't take long before I had my first orgasm, she knew what she was doing. Then she slid her thumb into my ass and the fireworks went off.

She let me calm down and then began kissing me again. She had stripped off her clothes, our naked nipples were rubbing against each other which felt so erotic. Anna moved up on the couch and presented her tits to me. I started sucking.

"That feels so good Becky and I loved the way you taste; I could have done that for hours but we both have needed a good orgasm."

Anna was grinding her pussy against my leg. I could feel her sliding her fingers into her pussy and then she was presenting them to my lips.

"Taste me Becky, do I taste good?"

I mumbled a yes, actually she didn't taste any different than me and I never minded how I tasted, especially licking my juices off a cock that just came inside me.

Anna was pulling me down to her pussy.

"Lick me Becky, make me feel good like I made you feel good."

Her bald pussy was in my face. I started to lick, I was pretty sure I licked my roommate's pussy, but I really couldn't remember. Anna started steering my tongue the way Andrew would steer my head when I sucked him off. Anna's juices were flowing into my mouth; I even slid my thumb into her ass like she did to me. I was really getting into it and felt myself humping Anna's calf bone.

"That's a good girl Becky, enjoy it. Make yourself come on my leg."

We came together, Becky had a death grip on my head, shoving my face onto her pussy and with one last bounce, I smashed my clit against her calf and had my second orgasm in months. We were both shuddering when Anna pulled me up, we were kissing again when she took my hand and placed it on her pussy.

"I have one more in the Becky, make me come again."

This I knew how to do. I began rubbing my fingers along her slit and then up her clit. I took her nipples into my mouth, and she started coming again.

"Good girl Becky, that felt so good. Are you ready for bed, come sleep with me."

The two of us were naked when we climbed into her bed. Anna put her arm around me and pulled me so that my head was on her shoulder. It reminded me so much how I slept with David; I even placed my leg across her thighs. Anna pulled my leg up, so it was pressing against her mound. We kissed good night, and I fell asleep quickly, but I didn't sleep well. I began to feel that Anna was manipulating me and part of me was uncomfortable about what happened, I never considered myself a lesbian and was quite happy feeling a man's hands on me with his hard cock in my pussy or my mouth.

But I also realized I had no place else to go. I never lived by myself before and doubted if I could afford a place as nice as Anna's even if I could pass a credit check. There was a part of me that was uncomfortable about sex with Anna, but I did enjoy myself and it felt good to be that close to another human being again. As I laid there, maybe I was overthinking this.

During the night, we rolled away from each other. I had a cup of coffee waiting for her and she barely spoke to me.

Staring into her coffee cup she said, "Thank you Becky for last night. I could sense it really wasn't your thing, but I really needed it, and I think you did too. You were really a good girl last night. Did I make you feel good?"

"Yes Anna, you did. I was only with a woman once back in college. We were both really high and I don't remember much about it. I'm certain I didn't make you come as good as I came."

That was the end of the conversation, Anna got up, dressed and left the condo.

When she got home, I asked her where she went.

"I have a brother who lives with my parents, he suffers from severe past traumatic stress disorder from when he served in Iraq and then he overdosed on some drugs, probably an attempted suicide. I try and see him every weekend. Most times he barely recognizes I am there. But it gives my parents a break."

Anna went into her room, and I didn't see her again until the following morning.

During the week, Anna was her normal cold and withdrawn self.

The following Saturday night, Anna and I licked each other to orgasms again. In the morning, she said, "You were a very good girl last night Becky. The sex was fantastic, but what was better was waking up in someone's arms again, to feel loved."

We kissed again and I could feel both our nipples getting hard.

"Becky, would you mind if I shaved you down there, I think I have a forest in my throat." I nodded yes and Anna pulled me into the shower.

She started with an electric razor and would occasionally press it against my clit. Every time she did, I would moan. She made me turn around and started shaving my ass. I didn't think there was a lot of hair back there. Then she pressed the shaver against my ass and another moan escaped my lips.

"Does my good girl like that."

I moaned a yes. She had me turn around again but kept the shaver pressed against my ass.

"Are you going to be my good girl Becky?"

Again, I moaned a yes.

Anna put the razor down, leaving me on edge as she took out a regular razor and shaving cream and began to shave off what was left of my hair off my pussy.

"We can't have my good girl bouncing around when there's a chance of drawing

blood can we."

She took the shower head down, rinsing off the remaining shaving cream, the stream of water felt amazing against my rock-hard clit. Then the electric razor was pressed against my ass again as she started licking my pussy.

"Becky, be a good girl and play with your tits for me while I suck on your cunt."

I started mauling my tits, even Frankentit.

Anna called me a good girl and started on my pussy; I was coming in seconds. As I came down, Anna was up kissing me again. She put my hand on her pussy, and I shoved two fingers in, and finger fucked her until she came.

We were out of hot water when she turned off the shower. Anna grabbed a towel and dried me off and told me to get dressed, she wanted to take me to see her brother.

I was almost dressed when she came in, she didn't like the shorts I was wearing. She pulled out a short denim skirt from my closet that I probably hadn't worn in years.

"Be my good girl Becky and wear this for me, it will make me happy, and no panties please. And pack some pool clothes."

Then she left to get herself dressed. I didn't know how to say no to her request, so I did what she asked. Eventually she will request something I can say no to, then what?

David always wanted me to go without panties or a bra. He loved seeing my nips and took every opportunity to slide his hand under the back of my skirt to feel my bare ass.

While I waited for Anna, I received another text from Andrew, "Being her good girl means you're her bitch."

While driving to her brother's, Anna slid her hand up the front of my skirt and put some fingers in my pussy.

"My good girl is nice and wet, I like it when you're wet," said Anna. I was on the verge of coming and tried to pull her hand away.

Anna reached up and pinched my good tit, "Don't ever try and stop me Becky, you are my good girl, and you want to please me, don't you?"

I came as she said that.

We pulled up in front of a simple home with a nice pool in the backyard. We went around back and there was a young man there sitting in a walker. Anna introduced me to her brother, Kevin. He barely acknowledged my presence and got up and walked into the house with no need of the walker. As soon as he was in the house, Anna came up behind me and pulled up the front of my skirt while her other hand started playing with my tit.

"Please stop Anna, your brother can see."

"Be a good girl for me and let him see. He's given so much for this country."

Anna's fingers were rubbing my pussy as her she undid the buttons on my skirt letting it fall to the ground. Then she pulled my t-shirt over my head.

"That's my good girl. I can't believe how wet your pussy is. You must like being a good girl for Kevin."

Before I could say anything, she made me come. When she was done, she licked her fingers clean and suggested that I enjoy the sun while she made sure her brother was settled. She showed me where the bathroom was as we went inside. When I finished my business in the bathroom, I found a trail of Anna's clothes leading to a room with a closed door. I had to hear what was going on, so I crept up to the door. The sounds of sex were obvious as Anna was telling her brother he was her good boy. The idea she was fucking her brother shocked me and I headed out to the pool as quickly as possible.

There was another text from Andrew, "Kevin is a trained killer, he has over 100 confirmed kills in Iraq with at least two dozen of those in hand-to-hand combat."

Could someone be suggesting that Kevin was Andrew's killer. It didn't seem likely; he was almost a zombie. I was still naked when I lay down on one of the loungers, drifting in and out of sleep. I heard Anna lay down in a lounger next to me.

There was a shadow above me, I opened my eyes to find a naked Kevin, furiously jerking off in front of me.

Anna grabbed my arm, "Be a good girl and let him finish, it's not good to make him unhappy."

What the fuck went through my mind. I had let several boyfriends masturbate on me before. Kevin wasn't my boyfriend, and he was aiming right at my face.

Anna took one of my hands and placed it on my pussy. "Play with yourself for Kevin, be my good girl and be a nice little slut for Kevin. Play with your tits for him."

Anna grabbed my knees and spread my legs. I could see that Kevin was horribly scarred, most of his body looked worse than my tit.

And then he came on my face, Anna was scooping up his come and pushing it into my mouth. I laid there thinking my life was continuing to slide downhill and Anna was driving.

"Let's head home Becky, we both have work tomorrow and our morning routine is just chaos. I'm going to start going in earlier, so I can get my shit done and then I'm out of your way. How about pizza on the way home?"

We ate pizza at a local pizza place. I was unusually quiet which Anna picked up on.

"What's the matter Becky, you are very quiet."

"Let's wait until we get home Anna."

She gave me a weird look and said ok. She jumped in the shower as soon as we got back to the condo.

While she was showering, I received another text from Andrew or whoever was using his number, "Didn't Andrew's killer have military training?"

"So, what's the matter Becky," Anna asked when she got out of the shower.

"You're moving too fast for me Anna, Saturday night was nice, we both needed it, I think. And it was nice sleeping with you. Having your fingers in me this afternoon left me very uncomfortable, I can't explain why."

"David never played with your pussy outdoors like that."

"Certainly not in broad daylight in an open park like that. What are we, lesbians now, a lesbian couple? I need to process this, Anna."

She had been snuggling up to me, but Anna rolled away.

"Maybe I was expecting too much from you Becky, but I enjoyed the fireworks last night and my pussy craves a repeat. You don't realize how long it's been for me to feel loved. But we'll tap the brakes for a bit, and we'll see what next weekend brings."

The following Saturday night we went to bed separately, but Anna insisted I go see her brother again the next day, she was pleading with me, so I said ok. Getting dressed the next morning was a repeat of the week before, a very short skirt, a T-shirt with no bra but she let me wear panties.

Like the weekend before, Kevin walked into the house. Anna came up behind me and pulled up the front of my skirt while her other hand started playing with my tit.

As she was sliding her hand into my panties she said, "I had forgotten that Kevin has a thing for panties."

And like the weekend before, she undid the buttons on my skirt letting it drop and removed my t-shirt. I could see Kevin staring through the window. Anna was bringing me to the edge telling me I was a good girl for her and Kevin. Finally, I came, almost collapsing.

Anna went inside I assume to fuck her brother again. I laid down on a lounger and fell asleep, wondering what the fuck I had gotten myself into.

I woke up with Anna pulling me up so she could lay down on the lounger. She had already pulled off my panties. I ended up on my knees and Anna pulled my face to her pussy.

"I need you to lick me Becky, Kevin left me on the edge. Be my good girl and lick his come out of my cunt."

I started licking her pussy, I never licked a man's come out of a pussy before, but I had licked David and Andrew's cocks covered in both of our juices.

Anna had a death grip on my head and said, "What a good little slut you are Becky, letting David and Andrew fuck all your holes and I bet you were a slut for many men before them, stealing other women's husbands. Now you're going to be a good little slut for Kevin. Don't make him mad."

I felt someone entering from behind and assumed it was Kevin, but it could have been anybody. Why should I care who was fucking me. It had been a long time since I had a cock in me, and it felt good. Kevin was jack hammering into me and I started coming. Anna was calling me a good little slut as Kevin grunted and then I felt him erupt inside me. I came again.

"Such a good girl Becky, but we need to be leaving now. My parents will be home shortly so get dressed and get into the car."

Anna kept thanking me on the way home. I was quiet. Anna sensed my mood and stopped talking. When we got home, I jumped in the shower and then went to bed. I felt helpless, I had no control over my body, Anna felt free to use it and share it with her brother.

The next morning, I pretended to go to work but took my come filled panties to the police station. I waited an hour before the two officers who interviewed me in the hospital were available. They listened to my story again about the strange text messages that led Andrew to meet me at the bar. I showed them the other strange text messages I received from Andrew's number, especially the one concerning Kevin's military experience. I explained my visits to Anna's brother's house and sexual activities that occurred. Finally, I gave them the baggie with my panties and asked if they could do a DNA analysis to see if the DNA of the semen matched the unidentified DNA on the murder weapon.

They never asked me any questions and just sat there when I was done talking. They asked me to wait while they stepped out of the room for a minute, taking my panties with them. It was more like a half hour before they came back in.

The older cop spoke, "You're suggesting that your friend Anna is behind this, the woman who has provide you housing since you were released from the hospital. Why?"

"I believe she was having an affair with my husband David."

"But from some of the texts we saw, it looks like you're in a lesbian relationship with Anna."

"I have been yes, I'm not sure how we got there. I don't identify as a lesbian."

"Will you consent to allow our forensic people to analyze your phone?"

I agreed and the younger cop took my phone and handed it to someone outside the door and then handed me a consent form to sign.

The officers took me through my story forwards and backwards. I also talked about Anna's husband and his death. Through most of my talking I didn't sense that the cops believed a word I said and were only trying to get me to implicate myself in Andrew's murder.

I felt like I was brain dead when I finally stumbled out of the police station in the afternoon. They had given me my phone back and kept my panties. There was no promise to keep in touch with me or the classic 'don't leave town.'

After grabbing some fast food, I went home, showered and climbed in bed. Anna came in to check on me when she got home but I told her I had a bad headache, and she left me alone.

I received another text from Andrew before I fell asleep, "You need to see where Anna goes after work tomorrow. Be in front of David's at 3:30."

What the fuck crossed my mind.

But I was down the street from David's at 3:30 when Anna's car pulled up. I still had access to the doorbell camera, so I called it up on my phone. Anna was wearing a light jacket that went down to mid-thigh. When David answered the door, she pulled the coat open revealing that she was naked underneath.

She said, "Are you ready for me lover, I've missed you all weekend. Your ex is a great pussy licker, but I need your cock."

David pulled her into his home, pushing the jacket off her as she entered.

Another text from Andrew said, "Do you see what kind of mess you've gotten yourself into."

Anna was still wearing the jacket when she came home an hour later. She had a pair of panties on now. She walked over to me and pushed her pussy into my face.

"I saw you up the street, spying on me, I was mad at first but then it gave me a thrill. Get on the floor Becky."

She pushed me onto the floor so that I was on my back. She pulled of the panties and planted her pussy on my mouth.

"I decided you will be my bitch from now on. You'll start by licking Davis's cum out of my cunt. He dumped two loads in there, so you'll have a lot to enjoy. David told me how much you loved his come, especially licking his cock clean after fucking you. That's a good girl, suck it right out of me. I told David all about our weekend. He liked the idea of making you my bitch and Kevin's slut. He wants to come over and watch. I'm sure it will make his cock hard, but that cock is mine now."

Multiple times since Andrew's death I had considered suicide and as Anna was nearly suffocating me, the idea became incredibly appealing. As I licked her pussy, I thought of ways to check out. Pills sounded easy and the least painful. There was an acquaintance of Andrew's that sold drugs. He sold us some MDMA and cocaine before. I could buy something from him, hopefully before next weekend, I didn't want to endure another Sunday with Kevin.

Unfortunately, I could not find Andrew's friend in time and found myself on the way to Kevin's again. Anna had gone shopping this time and bought a tiny leather skirt and sheer top for me to wear. She also did my makeup so that I looked like a cheap whore. I had mentally given up and was just looking for another way to check out. Maybe I could throw myself in front of a truck or bus. It would hurt but the pain would be over instantly.

Another text from Andrew, "You lost your lover, your husband divorced you and now you're becoming Anna's bitch. Is that where you want to be?"

I responded, "I give up, there's no way out but death."

A few minutes later Andrew responded, "Patience Becky, there is an alternative ending."

I didn't know what that meant, we were going to Kevin's again and I would be Anna's good girl and Kevin's little slut. The two of them would use my body as they pleased and I had no idea how I got here.

My eyes were closed as we drove, and I felt the car slow down as we approached Kevin's house. I kept my eyes shut until Anna said, "oh shit."

There were a bunch of police cars on Kevin's front lawn and the road was blocked by two more police cars in front of us. Anna was driving slowly, and two more police cars appeared behind us with their lights flashing. Anna pulled into the driveway and over a loudspeaker we were ordered to stop the car, exit the vehicle and lie down on the ground. The other police officers were surrounding Kevin's house. The scene seemed familiar since I had seen similar things in movies and TV shows.

As soon as the car stopped, I opened the door and went to lie on the ground. I looked over at Anna and thought she was doing the same thing until I saw the gun in her hand. She turned and started firing at the police behind us. Maybe she fired twice before she was riddled with bullets reminding me of Faye Dunaway in Bonnie and Clyde. My life had become a movie. Somebody was shouting 'lie down' repeatedly so that's what I did. There was an officer quickly kneeling on my back, handcuffing me and asking if I had any weapons. I assured him I didn't but that didn't stop him from checking. My outfit didn't provide a lot of hiding places.

I realized that although Anna was dead, the shooting hadn't stopped. I couldn't see much laying on the ground, but I could see the police on my side of the house shooting into it, glass and debris flying away from the house. And then there was a loud explosion and in slow motion the walls of the house blew out, sending the officers I could see flying backwards. Flaming debris started raining down everywhere and the officer who had cuffed me covered my body with his, protecting me.

When the debris settled, the officer who was laying on me picked me up and asked if I was hurt. I told him I wasn't, and he put me in the back of the police car. Kevin's house was leveled, just burning remnants littering the lawn and everything around it. Many of the police officers were lying on the ground, some were moving, some were not. The sirens of what I assumed were ambulances were coming closer. Again, I kept flashing back to movies as the firetrucks pulled up and started hosing down the larger flaming pieces, medics poured out of the ambulances who started treating the injured officers. Some officers were helping their less wounded brethren get up and away from the house.

Like in a horror movie, Kevin emerged from the pool with a handgun in each hand. I don't think he got a shot off before a nearby officer unloaded his gun into Kevin. A perverse feeling of joy overwhelmed me.

Epilog

The police were able to identify the bodies of Anna, her parents and her brother. All of them died from gunshot wounds. Three officers were killed and five were wounded in the gun fire and explosion.

I was kept in the hospital overnight for observation. Just before I fell asleep, there was a text from Andrew from earlier in the day, "I told you there was an alternate ending."

Anna's and Kevin's cell phone records gave the police clear evidence that Kevin killed Anna's husband and that Kevin killed Andrew. The wound that became Frankentit was collateral damage. It was that wound that led to Davis's arrest. David wanted Andrew dead, but he was angry when he found out I was also hurt because they had promised David I would not be harmed. David was paying Kevin $5,000. His clean record led to a 10-year prison sentence. David's lawyer argued that Anna was pushing Andrew's death and exposing my affair to David. I don't think his argument helped David at all.