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Click hereThe desk lamp was now the only illumination, save for the dusky orange sunset that barely penetrated the sheer curtains of my office window. The rest of the room receded into darkness.
It was as if the only things in the office were my two hands and the shoebox. Bravely, I grasped the cover and gingerly removed it, setting it aside out of the oval circle of light on my desk.
There appeared to be several things in the box. I could see a stack of photos, held together with a rubber band, what appeared to be a video tape, some papers and other things.
With shaking hands I lifted up the stack of glossy photos. The first picture on top of the stack was that of a woman. It did not look like the picture of Beth I had seen in Joe Powell's wallet. The woman in this picture had a smile that was more of a smirk. It was a picture of her head and shoulders. Her shoulders were bare so it appeared as if she might be naked or at least was wearing a strapless dress or bathing suit.
The woman's hair looked sweaty and matted, as if she had just finished exercising. There was a glossy sheen to her skin, a warm, animal glow that looked healthy and sensuous.
I looked closely at her eyes. Yes, they were the same eyes and nose. But there was something different, very different about this woman. The picture of Beth that Joe had shown me earlier was of a woman who was demure, tentative, almost shy. It's hard to explain, but Joe's Beth seemed to be the type of woman in whose presence one would never even think of using risqué language.
The woman in this picture was sensual and worldly. Her grin was mischievous and beckoning, nothing like the picture that Joe had shown me. This woman looked like she was game for anything exciting, ready for action. I stared at the picture a little longer. I was convinced that this was Beth. Apparently, Joe was also convinced.
I carefully slid the rubber band off of the stack of pictures. I shuffled the first picture, the one I had been studying, to the back of the pack.
The next picture made me gasp. I was so startled I dropped the stack of pictures into the box and brought my hand to my mouth.
It couldn't be! It just couldn't be!
Continued in Chapter 2.
- COMMENTS
Tim413413about 9 years agoI note the final chapter's score is the lowest. Must have pissed off some folks. We'll probably wind up with RAAC. If so, let's see if the author can convince me that is the correct thing to do.
2275jralmost 13 years agoyou are a very good write thats for sure if fact goods not the word im looking for is a brilliant writer. the stories are second to none. i have waited a long time to read such as these and i am enjoying them so much my lady . i fine your stories and the writing out standing and a real turn on exciting to. an i hope for lots more of them i really do,
Harryin VAalmost 16 years agoanyone notice how many times this supposed EXPERIENCED therapist JUMPS to a conclusion that turned out to be 100000% wrong.??
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First she thought Joe was Mr Macho tough... the marriage counselor came to that conclusion because of the SOUND of his voice thru the phone. That was wrong.
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Then she thought Joe was cheating b/c he was dressed noce and good looking. Are you fucking kidding me?
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then the therapist ASSUMES the wife is Plain Jane. and THAT turns out to be wrong.
Anonymousabout 18 years agoThe picture is painted and your intreg has been teased! You will want to read the second chapter to see if you are hooked or not!
KOLKOREabout 18 years agoSame old in the sub genre: Reconciliation at all cost, sub category “therapy stories“ formula. I expect no surprises. I am going to engage in ‘literary forecast’ (a nice soft hat is ready to be eaten in case I am wrong). But I base it on what I have read in this chapter. So, my prediction is that they would have to work for quite some time at “reconciling”. Parenthetically, why is it always predetermined, like a religious maxim, that to “happy - end” the husband is truly the best outcome - or the happiest? And for whom?
True to Formula, while at it, therapist helps wife do damage control after being caught. In turn, wife helps therapist continue making very nice living, and both help the cuckold husband “take responsibility” for “his part” in wife’s cheating. They will also teach husband how to become a better husband from now on.
Don’t worry, it will all come with a thick layer of flowery psycho bubble, together with a dizzying level of unnececcesary details and observations which serve no purpose in moving the story forward (yet they do show how observing and intelligent the therapist is!). This is BTW not just a prediction –we have seen it in this chapter already. There is not much to look forward anyway, seeing that the doctrine in this formula is that the husbands always just LOVE SO MUCH their systematically cheating wives!
So far, we know that his wife cheated for a while and that he gave a box of upsetting materials belonging to his wife to his therapist. That took a full chapter for this writer. Style wise, writing fiction is more than putting case reports in “I” language, while adding even more notes.
The same applies to the way you plan to tell A STORY. Again, it’s different than a case report. Plot wise - the outcome seems to be clear (reconciliation); and the dramatic process is clear (therapy of course). So where is the real dramatic conflict (or surprise) for readers to build on?
It does take an extra leap when moving from one discipline to another. I am sorry, but it seems to me that this writer have not taken this leap yet.
Anonymousabout 18 years agoAnyone want to bet the next picture is one with Beth and Susan's Husband?
