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PRACTICE TALES
Control Freak
Every night at 9.50pm, Mrs. J had sex. Seven days a week, 365 days a year, she
knew what was going to happen at exactly that time, but she didn’t know just how it
was going to happen, because Mr. J was a very accomplished and experimental lover.
I had known this couple for two decades, and to all intents and purposes, they
were a perfectly normal middle aged pair with two children living in average suburbia.
She had a regular secretarial job in the city and he was a carpenter. What I didn’t
know was that he was a total control freak.
For years the control of Mrs. J by Mr. J had been steadily increasing. In the morning
he got up first, made her breakfast, brought it to her in bed (he was very attentive),
kissed her goodbye, and left for work. She then got up, dressed and breakfasted,
slammed the door after her as she left the house, and also went to work, but she had
to return from work on a specific bus. This was when the control became freaky.
He met her at the bus stop, walked her the short distance home and let her into
the house (she did not have her own house key) and she then cleaned, cooked, ate
and ironed until 8pm. Television (his choice of programme) was watched, until 9.30,
when she went and had a shower and got into bed. He followed ten minutes later,
and by 9.50pm was in bed also, and they had sex.
In earlier years she was told to take the pill constantly to avoid having menstrual
periods, but then she had needed a hysterectomy, so there were never any missed
days.
On Thursday night they went shopping, and he decided exactly what they would
buy, followed by a quick meal in a fast food restaurant before home and to bed in
time for the nights usual activity.
Weekends were slightly different. She was allowed to use the car to play tennis on
Saturday afternoon, but he noted the mileage before and after her trip, and woe
betide her if there was any discrepancy. That night they went to an early movie,
followed by a meal at a cheap restaurant, and again home by 9.30pm.
On Sundays, Mrs. J received a bonus with an extra session of sex. The whole family
had (always) roast chicken for lunch, that was accompanied by a bottle of cheap
champagne, then to the bedroom again to finish the champagne and for another
session of sex, usually of the more exotic type. The 9.50pm session was usually more
sedate on Sundays.
The whole scheme came unstuck one evening when the work Mrs. J had promised
to finish for her boss before she went home took longer than expected, and she
missed her bus. The next bus was half an hour later, so by the time she got home,
Mr. J was furious and demanded explanations. Her excuses were not accepted, but
instead of meekly submitting to her husband’s tirade, she took the car, and much to
his increasing fury, drove off into the evening - to my surgery.
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