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35,000 Feet above the Atlantic: Monday 16th October 2017
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Fear. Excitement. Despair. No, that’s wrong. Frustration, not despair. And a strange bedfellow. Irony. Do you remember the kaleidoscope toy from when you were a kid? That was the mental picture in my head as I sat slowly drinking my seventh gin and tonic at 35,000 feet above the Atlantic. My mind turned the kaleidoscope’s grip so the prism turned. My emotions tripped between fear, excitement, frustration, and trust. And then back to fear. And back around the loop I went. I was looking at my watch, working out exactly when I could talk to Sue. It was eleven hours since I’d kissed my sleepy wife goodbye as I pulled myself out of the cab at JFK. We’d only managed four hours sleep, after first James and then Francis had fucked Sue. Well, at least Sue managed four hours sleep. I wasn’t so lucky, tossing and turning as I wondered what the next three weeks would hold. I’d be eight thousand miles away fixing a project up in the mountains on the Malawi-Tanzania border. And Sue would be alone in New York for three weeks; alone with Francis, James, and Jenny, three people who she’d already known carnally. And Sean, someone who wanted to know her carnally. As we’d left the house at six-thirty that Monday morning, these four unexpected house guests had still all been soundly asleep as Sue and I jumped into the cab and headed to JFK. Sue might as well have been asleep. I’d wanted to talk to her about what had happened on Sunday night and to discuss the next three weeks. But she was pretty much dead to the world, barely awake as she snuggled up next to me in the back of the cab. I tried to get a conversation going, but virtually all I could do was get across a very basic message; please, let’s not let anything happen before we’ve had a chance to talk about it. I think this message got through. But honestly, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure. And my lack of certainty that my message had landed with Sue was only amping up my worries and need to talk to her. As I looked at my watch I realized we’d already been flying for thirteen and a half hours. But it was still half an hour before we’d be back over land. Then it would be possible to make a ruinously expensive air-to-ground call, to try and put my worried mind at rest. The hands of my watch seemed to be going around with a snail-like pace, as my emotions spun around in a way that left me feeling almost punch drunk. Fear. Excitement. Frustration. Trust. And then there was irony. Irony that fate had somehow staffed the plane with a senior air stewardess who bore an uncanny resemblance to Sue. Estelle was maybe five years younger than Sue and was a white South African lady who filled out her uniform in a way that was very pleasing to the eye. It was a pretty empty flight, and I was one of only two customers in a Business Class designed for sixteen. Consequently, Estelle and I had spent plenty of time chatting. Like Sue, she had green eyes and long brown hair. And there was certainly a superficial similarity in the face. I was glad of the distraction, but in some ways, her similarity to Sue acted as a constant reminder of the sexy wife I’d left back home – left behind in a veritable bullpen of sexual predators. I didn’t think I was flattering myself when a little voice told me that she was flirting with me. As she asked me where I was traveling and when was I heading back. Casually letting on that she had a couple of days in Johannesburg before her next flight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The last few minutes before we made landfall seemed to take forever. But finally the handset showed a call was possible and I dialed Sue’s number, hearing the voice I craved. “Hello,” answered Sue’s sleepy voice. It was just before one a.m. on Tuesday morning for Sue. “Hi, honey. It’s me.” I had no idea what her screen showed. How do these things even work? “Hi, baby. I wasn’t expecting you to call until later. I thought you said it was a nineteen-hour flight.” “We’re still in the air. But we’ve just made landfall and so the phones on the plane are working.” There was silence at the other end. I guess Sue wasn’t going to be at her most chatty at one in the morning. So I took a deep breath and came straight to the point. “Sue, honey. In the cab this morning, I’m not sure how awake you really were. Do you remember me asking you not to do anything before we’d had a proper chance to talk?” There was a deathly silence at the other end of the phone. I felt my heart sink. “Sue?” Still silence. “Are you there, honey?” A long pause. Still, silence at the other end. My gut twisting and feeling like it was being put through one of those old fashioned hand mangles. “Sue, honey, are you there?” “Yes, baby, I’m here.” I could hear the nerves and tension in her voice. I took another deep breath and screwed up my courage. “Judging by your silence and the tone of your voice, is there something you need to tell me?” There was another long pause. This time it was Sue screwing up her courage. “I’m so sorry, honey.” I closed my eyes as the mangle ratcheted my gut another couple of notches. I tried to calm myself. Not knowing what to say. And not able to say it, even if I had known what to say. There was then a very expensive silence as neither of us knew what to say. Finally, I managed to move things forward. “Sue, honey. You better tell me what happened. We’ll get past it, I’m sure. I know it was a genuine mistake, honey. What happened?” I braced myself as I waited to hear the worst of it. “I’m so sorry, Pete baby. I was so sleepy this morning that I didn’t really take in anything you told me in the cab. If I’d have understood, of course, it would never have happened.” Sue paused, “Are you angry with me, baby?” Sue went quiet again, her apology given. But I needed to know more. “I’m not angry with you, honey. I know you’d never have done it if you’d known. But I need to know what happened.” I could almost picture the pained look on Sue’s face. The tone of her voice comforted me some, letting me almost see her remorse over the phone. Sue started sharing the details with me. “It was after work... I was so dog tired after surgery. After so little sleep. I really needed a coffee. So it seemed only natural to go for a coffee. And well. We got talking. And one thing sort of led to another. After what happened last night after dinner, it just sort of seemed only natural. Especially as it’s been so long. Can you forgive me, honey? It really was a genuine accident.” As Sue’s words trailed off, I felt my Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down. My blood felt seven parts adrenalin to one part blood. I knew she wasn’t doing it intentionally. Dragging it out. But Sue was telling me what had happened – but she wasn’t telling me who had happened. “Sue, baby, of course, I can forgive you. I know it was an accident. But who was it? You’re driving me crazy, honey. I know it happened after work. So I’m guessing it was Francis or Jenny.” I heard a giggle from the other end of the phone. “Does it have to be one or the other?” Seven parts adrenaline became eight parts. My mind filled with the mental picture of Sue being seduced by her two work colleagues and friends. It was such an erotic image and thought that all my fears and terrors temporarily left my mind. I was filled with an overwhelming need to know more. Not helped by the earlier gin and tonics, my throat felt parched as I struggled to find my next words. Aware that Estelle was directly in front of me, signaling five minutes until we started the landing routine and my call would end. “Sue, baby. Are you saying what I think you’re telling me? You better tell me all the details.” Again the sound of giggling. My forty-four-year-old wife and mother of our grown son no doubt blushing as she found the words to describe her night of passion with her male and female lovers. As the giggling died down, Sue tried her best. “It was Jenny who started it. I was making coffee and she came up behind me in the kitchen. The next thing I know is I can feel her hands on my hips. And then she was feeling my boobs. And well, one thing led to another. Do I have to spell it out?” Part of me wanted to scream out Yes, but that wouldn’t have helped. So instead, when I’d pulled myself together sufficiently I asked: “And what about Francis?” Before Sue had a chance to answer the Captain must have shut off the air-to-ground phone system as the line suddenly went dead. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was a nervous wreck for the next four and a half hours. I’d heard half of the story and I was then left hanging as events conspired to isolate me from communicating with the outside world. According to the schedule, we’d have a ninety-minute layover in Johannesburg, which would have been plenty to fire up my mobile and re-establish contact with Sue to find out what had happened with Francis. But we were delayed forty minutes circling round and round in a holding pattern before they finally allowed us to land, Estelle helpfully telling me it was because they were waiting for the President’s plane to land. This meant that we were rushed across the airport to make our connecting flight, a battered and very unsophisticated old Boeing 737. No air-to-ground phone on this beast of the nineties. Two and a half more hours heading North to Lilongwe, and then finally I could switch my phone on and call Sue. “Hi,” my favorite but still sleepy voice answered, now nearing six in the morning for her. “Hi, honey. You were telling me about Francis,” aware that my breathless speech betrayed my urgent need for more information. A pause. Followed by a question. “What had I told you? Before we were cut off.” I know she didn’t mean it. But the woman I loved was driving me crazy. “Nothing! You’d told me nothing. Nothing apart from Jenny feeling your hips and then your boobs.” Yet another pause. And then finally, I started to get some information. “You’ve got to remember, honey, I didn’t really take in what you said in the cab.” “Okay, I get that, baby.” There was another pause from Sue. As if she was trying to work out whether or not to tell me something or not. Her mind made up, she finally spoke again. “Would you be mad at me if I told I’m in bed with Francis right now?” I wondered long and hard about how to answer Sue’s question. I knew she’d not gone against my request intentionally. But the truth was I was feeling both hurt and let down. But I knew that now wasn’t the time or the place to make a big thing of it. That could wait until we had more time and we were both less tired. “It’s okay, Sue honey. I know it was a mistake.” “Thanks, darling,” Sue replied in her best apologetic voice. “I have to shower now honey and get ready for work. Let me hand the phone to someone who wants to talk to you.” Even before I heard his deep voice I felt a sense of dread, knowing whose voice I’d hear next and really feeling totally unwilling and unable to deal with it. “Sorry man. We royally screwed up again, didn’t we! Sue and I really screwed it up this time.” These last two and a half years I’d gotten to really know and like Francis as a good friend. I could hear the regret dripping from his voice. And despite the way I was feeling right now I couldn’t find it in me to be angry with him. In a funny way, I was less angry with him than I was with Sue. After all, I’d not snuggled next to him in the cab and asked for nothing to happen. “Sorry, man. We thought it was okay with you. We thought we had your green light after what happened Sunday night.” He sounded just like some hackneyed defense attorney making some plea in mitigation. “You better tell me all about it.” I did and I didn’t want to know the details. I knew it would hurt and upset, just as I knew it would excite me. “It was before work. Sue was in early having dropped you off at JFK. We had about ninety minutes before she had to start theater.” Alarm bells started ringing all through my brain. I knew from Sue’s confession that she and Francis had spent the night together. That they’d had coffee with Jenny. But from what Francis was starting to tell me it was worse than that. Sue had gone directly from dropping me at the airport to the hospital to get fucked by her Nigerian lover. I’d been going through security and immigration and she’d been bent over his desk getting herself another portion of his big black cock. Not even waiting for me to be up in the air! My whole body felt on fire with fear and excitement at the realization of what Francis was telling me. I had to know. Punishing and exciting myself in equal measure. “How many times?” “Twice in the morning.” I knew there was more to come. “Once at lunch. And in the evening, but you already know about that. Right?” “How many times in the evening and night?” “Hey, I’m not as young as I used to be, Pete.” He was playing for time. Trying to inject some humor and evasiveness, just as you’d expect from a smart medical guy like the handsome doctor. “How many times?” I persisted. “Two,” my friend Francis told me, now back in full defense attorney mode. “But I promise you we didn’t fuck after you spoke to Sue in the middle of the night.” Oh, whoopee do! Three cheers for Francis and Sue. Aren’t they the heroes! They didn’t fuck again after I’d told Sue for a second time I didn’t want anything to happen before we talked. After Sue finally got the message. Never mind the two times they fucked each other senseless in Francis office before work. Never mind their hurried lunchtime quickie. Never mind the two times, after Jenny’s little seduction routine, they fucked in my family home before snuggling up in my marital bed. They didn’t fuck again when they’d finally got the message. They stopped at the red light. And now they wanted a medal for it! Maybe I should see if I could get Mayor de Blasio to pin a medal on their lapels! These were the thoughts that went through my head. But as is my habit I said none of the above and kept my cool. “Anyway, sorry mate. But we got the memo now. Sue and I understand. Sue told me, "Nothing else until you and she had a chance to talk it over properly. We got it loud and clear now, Pete, my friend.” Like I said, Francis had indeed become a good friend these last couple of years. But his continued use of ‘we’ to refer to himself and Sue was beginning to rile and annoy me. And we were, as he put it, friends. But his constant chumminess and reference to our friendship when he’d just fucked Sue five times without my permission was just adding oil to the fire. Our conversation went dead for a few moments, neither of us knowing what to say. And just then a large Malawian security official stood directly in front of me and gave me a menacing look. I’d fired up my phone the moment I was down the air bridge and in the terminal. All the other passengers had tramped off to immigration control and so I painted a suspicious picture. Sat there alone by myself with a strange look on my face. The large black security officer made the global signal of time’s up by tapping his wrist with his index finger. Then made his instructions even clearer by pointing at the immigration area with one hand, while the other remained on his holstered pistol. “I’ve got to go through immigration now. I’ll call you back in a few minutes. Okay?” “Okay,” Francis replied. Even as he answered I mentally corrected myself. I wouldn’t call him. It wasn’t Francis I wanted to talk to. It was Sue I wanted to talk to. I’d call Sue. The next few minutes provided some blessed distraction as I presented myself to a bored immigration official. There seemed no one else there except me and it looked like I was his last customer of the day. Nonetheless, he seemed to pay undue attention to my passport and business visa. He seemed intent on having fun at the expense of the foreigner. I’ve always had a dark sense of humor and as he flicked his gaze up from my passport to me for seemingly the fifth time I realized that I wasn’t having much luck with large black men today. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finally, I was through immigration. The upside of being the last one through was that my bag was already waiting for me there by the side of the carousel. Finally, I was landside and able to call back and finish my pressing conversation with Sue. I shuffled into the bench seat of the wonderfully cool Land Cruiser as the driver took up his seat and started us on our nine-hour drive North to the project site. Not caring that the driver would be able to hear my conversation, I pressed re-dial. “Hey, Pete.” It was Francis that picked up. Just one more arrow in a day that was turning out to be a really shitty day. “Sue’s still in the shower.” I looked at my watch and worked out the time differences again. It was a bit too early for Sue’s normal shower time. It was now just after half six, and not being a morning person Sue normally leaves showering as late as possible. Finishing her shower just around seven thirty. A bitter little voice in the dark part of my brain interjected, Maybe she’s wanting another quickie with her Nigerian lover before they have to make nice in front of all their colleagues. You know, keep her going ‘til lunchtime when she can get herself another portion or two of black snake sandwich! Suppressing this acid voice and now feeling decidedly schizophrenic I tried to keep up a normal conversation. “It’s a bit early for Sue isn’t it?” As I waited for Francis’ answer a text arrived from Verizon, warning me my pre-set credit limit was about to expire. Shit! Could anything else go wrong today? “You’re right Pete. It wasn’t easy to nudge her out of bed this morning. I don’t know how you do it. Day after day.” He was a friend, but his over-familiarity was causing my ire to spike again. His implied assumption that he and I shared the same relationship with Sue. “And you know how traffic’s a bitch at this time of day. I told her that unless we left by six forty-five no way would be able to get back to your place and then get to hospital on time.” I heard myself splutter at Francis’ casual revelation that not only he had fucked Sue five times in the one day I’d been gone. But between him and Jenny, they’d enticed Sue to spend the night at his place. I felt like one of those guys in the spy movie as the four walls slowly move in to crush the hero. Only I didn’t feel much like a hero and I didn’t feel like I was about to escape in the last reel. I’d just about recovered enough of my sanity to reply to Francis’ casual revelation when fate dealt me a final kick in the stomach. Three beeps sounded before a pre-recorded female voice politely announced my credit limit was now reached. And I needed to contact my administrator to raise the limit or make a payment. And then I was left with my ear pressed to a useless bit of high tech junk. Steve Jobs’ best. Elegant. Aesthetic. But about as useless as A.G. Bell’s original device as far as getting back in touch with my world back home. A world that right now felt just like that room that was moving in to crush me alive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The next ten hours were maybe the worst ten hours of my life. Well maybe amongst the worst ten hours. The hours I’d spent in and around Brandon still took platinum. But these hours were coming up on the inside rail and well qualified for gold. I knew in the logical part of my brain that Sue hadn’t betrayed me with Francis. I was as sure as I could be that she’d only slept with him again because in her sleepy state on Monday she’d not taken in my words. After twenty-three years of marriage and a life built together, I knew this to be true. But still, it hurt and made me angry that she’d ended up making love to Francis five times in the last twenty fours. I don’t know why, but the expression his body was barely cold then she was… kept coming into my head. I was away, out of the country less than one whole day. And after two and a half year’s in abeyance Sue and Francis’ mutual attraction had burst back into life with a vengeance. Burst back into life to such an extent that they could hardly keep their hands off each other. Five times they’d made love during my one day of absence. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. What did this signal and suggest about what was likely to happen between Sue and Francis during the next three weeks? While I was stuck halfway around the world. Stuck halfway up a mountain. With communications barely more advanced than during the days when Doctor Livingstone explored Africa. In the days when Queen Victoria sat on the throne and half the world was pink on the map. I’d have had to have been a fool not to have asked myself this existential question. Francis was a good friend. A good friend to both Sue and I. And I trusted him. Just as I trusted Sue. But there are limits. As my Land Cruiser bounced up and down on the rutted nine-hour journey, this was the question that bounced around in my head. My thoughts were just like the road. Sometimes things seemed smooth, and I was filled with confidence and trust. After all that Sue and I had been through. After these last two and a half happy years. Surely this was just a minor blip. A misunderstanding that we’d soon put behind us. But at other times things were bumpy. I’d remember the way that Sue’s body had responded to Francis’ touch as they’d made love on Sunday night. The way they looked at each other with longing and with feeling. The way it seemed a dam had finally burst between them. Allowing an outpouring of emotions pent up these last two and a half years. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Finally, after nine long and fretful hours in the Land Cruiser we arrived at our hotel in Karonga. As we pulled up at the entrance I checked my watch. It was eleven p.m. Tuesday local time, meaning it was four p.m. local time back in New York. I almost ran to the reception desk and asked to place a call to New York. I’d worked it all out in my head. My number one priority was to get through to the company’s admin department so that they could get the credit limit problem sorted out on my phone. The pretty young receptionist had been smiling at me, but suddenly the corners of her mouth turned down. “I’m so sorry, sir. That won’t be possible at the moment. All international circuits are down.” I looked at her with incredulity. I tried not to let my anger show. After all, it was a small hotel and this was going to be my home for the next three weeks. Long experience of Africa and Asia had taught me that staff might be friendly and smiley on the surface if you treated them badly. But just like anywhere else in the world, if you’re rude or mean to them they’d be sure to find a way to get you back. They’d just be more sneaky about it than in the States. I counted to ten. Twice. And then I asked as calmly as I could, “Any idea when they’ll be restored?” Seeing my temper on the wane, her pretty smile returned. “I’m really not sure, sir. If you like I’ll call your room when they’re back up.” “Yes, please. Would you do that.” Five minutes later, all the normal check-in formalities complete, I was laying on my bed staring up at the ceiling. Wondering if this day could get any worse. I lay there like that for a long time. My mind totally blank, but feeling empty inside. The last hour or so of the long drive I’d buoyed my spirits by telling myself I’d soon be speaking to Sue and that just hearing her voice, and maybe seeing her face on Skype would be exactly the tonic I needed. And being denied this release felt doubly cruel, especially as I had no idea how long it would be before we could talk. In twenty years of traveling to places like this, I knew very well that phone lines could be down from a few minutes to several days. I tried to summon the energy to at least drag myself up and into the shower. But it was beyond me. I felt too bereft. I felt like I was a million miles away. On an altogether different planet than where I needed to be right now. I’d just closed my eyes as my spirits sank to a new low when suddenly I heard my cell phone start to ring. It had been dead, a useless piece of junk for the last nine hours. And suddenly it was ringing. My heart leaped with joy. I didn’t understand how suddenly it was working. But I didn’t care. Surely this would be Sue ringing me. The tonic I’d expected had finally arrived. Picking up this wonderful marvel of technology my leaping heart suddenly crashed in the other direction. My screen had two simple words which confused and frightened me. “Jenny Cell.”
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