Lisa is, or until recently, was my wife. We loved each other dearly. In an earlier account, I described how she was blackmailed into submitting for thirty days to the will of an ex-cop named Frank Racine. When her month of service was over, she elected to stay with him. In fact, she begged him to keep her as his woman. She promised to do whatever he demanded. Of course, I was devastated, for awhile I was suicidal. But then I convinced myself that her willing submission to Frank was just some sort of crazy quirk in her psychological make up that she had to work out. I lived with the hope that she would soon come home. But that hope began to die when I learned that Frank had loaned her to his friend, a repulsive old degenerate named Silk. During her thirty day period with Frank, she was subjected to all kinds of physical and emotional abuses which she gradually accepted. However, she was never able to rid herself of her fear of Silk. It became clear that he despised her as much as she hated him. If Frank had 'loaned' her to Silk it meant that, for the time being, she was Silk's woman. I couldn't imagine a worse situation nor, I think, could she.
I was to see my wife, Lisa, only twice more. Our next to last meeting occurred about six weeks after her month of service to Frank. I met my wife, Lisa, at Silk's place in mid-April. Several weeks later, I saw her for the final time.
A few days after I left her kneeling between Frank's legs, her sister phoned to say that Lisa's son, Richie, was happy living in Cooperstown and wanted to stay. She told me that Lisa had been in touch with her and had been grateful when she and her husband had offered to keep Richie. I was shocked to learn that Lisa was in the process of signing papers so that they might adopt him. I knew how Lisa felt about her son so I'd been certain that her love for Richie would, in time, bring her to her senses.
In spite of the fact that she had given up her son, I continued to hold on to the remote possibility that she would free herself from Frank and return to me. She was still my wife. Neither of us had started divorce proceedings. As long as that legal tie held us together, I felt there existed the possibility that she would come back. I also took some comfort in Frank's admission that he soon tired of a woman. Perhaps whenever she no longer interested him, Frank would simply send her packing.
I never went to the clubhouse at the apartment complex because I might run into Frank there. I avoided walking or driving by his apartment. During those first weeks I came to realize just how much I loved my dear wife.
Frank had blackmailed her into becoming his temporary mistress by threatening to harm her son. That's how her servitude began. But now, to me it didn't matter what she had done. Her decision to stay with Frank didn't matter. I would have gladly forgiven her anything.
On the evening of April 10th Frank phoned. When I heard his voice, I almost cried out in joy thinking he was about to tell me to come and get her. He made small talk about the weather, and mentioned that he was planning on moving out of the complex and into a bigger more expensive place. Finally, I interrupted him, "What about Lisa?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
He chuckled, "Ah, yes, little Lisa...maybe you'd like to see her?" It was a question.
"Yes, of course," I said. "Please, Frank, tell me she's coming home!"
"Well, that depends. She could have come home weeks ago on that night when I told you both to leave. She could have come home any time since then. I got no strings on her, Billy. But you know how it is." There was a pause. "She can come back to you right now. She can come back any time she wishes to."
"I don't believe..." I began.
"Believe what you want, Billy," he cut me off. "She's been over at Silk's this past week."
"Silk!" I shouted. "She can