163 NIGHTS

By:

Annie Jean Brewer

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163 Nights

Copyright 2011 by Annie Jean Brewer

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163 Nights

Jamie sat at her computer for night 163 pretending to be engrossed in Facebook. One hundred and sixty-three nights had she repeated this same routine as she secretly listened to her husband shifting around in the living room.

For the 163rd time her husband came into the room and wrapped his arms around her from behind. "How much longer will you be?" he nuzzled into her ear as his hand snaked between her legs. "It's been sooo long since I've tasted you."

"I'll be done in a minute," she said for the 163rd time. Every night it was a variation but the meaning was the same.

Not tonight.

What husband failed to realize was that Jamie was speaking to herself on each of those repetitious evenings. Every night Jamie realized that she really needed to get things over with yet for some reason she forced herself to procrastinate. Instead, he would attempt to arouse her with his hand and wander back to the couch when she brushed him away.

He would fall asleep watching movies though occasionally he would turn on a late night show. Always he would twist and turn on that fat-bodied couch until the folds of his belly would work partway into the aging smelly cushions.

Always when he shifted a voice would scream in her head.

For 163 nights Jamie had managed to successfully ignore this voice but with each progressive evening that voice changed and altered in timbre and tone. She had found it easy to ignore her own inner voice but as it blended and folded into the authoritative tones of Father she found herself wanting to obey her Dearest Daddy of long ago.

"You need to do this, Jamie," the voice chided her. "I know you can do this, dear. Remember how we used to practice when you were little?"