Cutty

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Copyright 2007 by Bokkey.

Story by Bokkey

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Chapter 39 - Her Friends Try To Correct Her

They had been waiting for her.   Donna had barely arrived at her house after the long flight home when they showed up at her doorstep and forced themselves inside.  Exhausted and frustrated, Donna had fight left and just let them in.

She knew what was coming and she wasn’t in the mood to face them.  Not only was she still dressed in whorish outfit that she had worn on the plan but she just had collapsed on the couch with a drink trying to relax, transfixed by her situation.  She had nearly dozed off into a much-welcomed sleep.  Now she was wide-awake and trying to fend her friends off, no matter how well intentioned they were.  

They pushed her back down on the couch, ready to tell Donna exactly what they thought of their old friend and her slutty new ways.  Their faces radiated their determination and Donna knew that her friends had egged each other on as they drove over.

Donna sized up her friends facing her.  This had to happen sooner or later, Donna knew that, but now was such a bad time.   Her mind was just not ready for this.  She was deadly tired and she had not begun to recover from her falling- out with Robert’s family.   Donna hadn’t figured out yet what to do with her current situation, how to face Ms. Brendan.   What to tell her friends was something Donna hadn’t had a chance to begin to think about. 

No matter, her friends were forcing Donna to focus on them, obviously because of the rumors they had heard and the lack of news from Donna’s side.

“What is happening to you?” Tammy started.  “Bridgette told us everything.”

“How can you do this with Vivian just dead?  Have you no shame?” Samantha added, her disgusted at the way Donna was dressed all over her face.

“You should be ashamed.  I can’t imagine Robert would approve of you dressed that way, being seen in public looking like that ... My God, traveling on an airplane with everyone staring at you like that,” Tammy smirked.

“Look…” Donna tiredly responded.  “I…”

“I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it with my own eyes, ” Tammy said to the others as if Donna hadn’t said a thing.  “You were right, Bridgette.”

Donna shot Bridgette an angry look, who, in turn, couldn’t look Donna in the eye, and instead just smiled nervously at Tammy.  Donna understood that Bridgette had told the group everything, just as Donna had feared she might.   Exactly why she had not chosen Bridgette in the first place!

“Don’t you dare give Bridgette a dirty look, Donna,” Dolores reprimanded.  “You're the one who had better explain herself.”

“Well?” Tammy pushed too.

“Tell us!” Dolores shouted in Donna's face.

“I don’t want to!” Donna snapped back.  “I have something going on in my life and I’m dealing with it.  If Bridgette told you everything, I don’t have to explain myself!  Ask her if you want to!”

Donna's frustration turned to anger, fueled by an exhaustion that made her sick to her stomach, as she hopelessly looked for what story to tell them.  She couldn’t possibly tell them the truth.  That much she understood.  But what could she tell her friends that would convince them and persuade them to let her be?  She wanted to deal with Ms. Brendan on her own for now, try to find a weak spot, and then call the cavalry.  Hauling them into her miserable situation would just endanger everyone.

“You were the last to see Vivian alive, Dillon told us and yet the very next day you’re in this weird therapy as if nothing happened,” Tammy accused.

“I had to! Why do you think I met with Vivian? She was supposed to help me out. And then she died and I had to find someone else and I had to act quickly.” Donna defended.  It was actually the truth.  Her friends would never belief her, Donna could see that now.

“Couldn’t you at least have waited a decent bit of time before you decided to slut around – oh say, a few minutes?” Tammy sneered.

Her friends clearly had come to straighten Donna out but they couldn’t comprehend what their old friend had become.  They were convinced that they had to rescue Donna from whatever mess she was in.   Donna had to change their minds.

“Go ahead.  Make fun of it!  I have a very serious situation to deal with and I just pushed on.  Don’t you see that I am as upset by Vivian’s death as any of you?  The police were here questioning me.  Dillon called me that night … I mean, have a heart!”

“That’s exactly what we want you to have,” Dolores said, much too sharply.

Donna gave her an angry look but couldn’t find the words to respond.

“We want you to quit this ridiculous therapy, Donna, and behave normally.  You know, just act the way we know you.  Simple as that.  I, for one, don’t believe for a minute that you are doing this because of a mental illness.”

“Well, I do!  Go and ask my therapist.”

Donna couldn’t think of any choice other than to go along with the lie that she was living. Anything else would just make the situation worse.  If she invented a new story now, she might make mistakes.  But if she embraced the lie that she had been living, at least her story would be consistent.  But her friends weren’t so easily fooled.  They had known her too long to just accept the “new” Donna.  They were naturally taken aback by her appearance. Donna could see their eyes ogle her non-stop, disgusted by what they saw.  What she had done, what they must think she was doing, what Bridgette had put in their minds, if it were possible, was even more disgusting to them.   How could she admit openly her desire to fuck herself with a dildo -- as Bridgette had obviously told them -- and, worse, as Donna had just confirmed?

The increasingly heated discussion therefore didn’t go at all well.  Tammy, Dolores and Samantha were the ring leaders, constantly digging, refusing to be put off, trying to find out the truth behind Donna’s actions, the reasons for her sudden change.

Donna was afraid she would make a slip of the tongue and endanger everyone.   She hated having to defend a life she didn’t want at all.  Instead, she mustered her spirits and stuck to her story.  Leaving out the facts of her blackmail, Ms. Brendan’s domination, Ninon, and all of the rest, Donna told them how badly she craved sex, about urges that overwhelmed her and she couldn’t fight.   How she had suppressed her sexual cravings for too long and now was undergoing therapy to heal herself.  No matter how convincingly she told the cover story of the lie she was living, her friends just didn’t buy it.  They didn’t want to believe these terrible things about Donna, things that were so foreign to their world.

“Look…,” Donna said at last with obvious tension.  “I can’t seem to convince you all that I have this problem.  You see me dressed like this and you know now that I go out in public dressed like this. You haven’t seen me in a while so you don’t know.  You can’t call me anymore because I’m constantly out of the house and I have a new cell number.  If all that I am telling you doesn’t convince you that I have problems, I don’t know what does.  And frankly, I prefer to deal with them alone...for now.”

Donna was tired of their probing, their digging, and felt as thought she was about to explode.

“Do you sleep with other men?” Sandy asked, totally ignoring Donna’s pleas that they stop.  She had been silent until then, save for more than one disapproving smirk at answer that Sandy had concluded were lies.  It was obvious that Sandy had analyzed everything Donna had said and now was find her way to the truth. Sandy’s recent bad experience with her philandering husband had made her suspicious of any woman even so much as talking to her husband and Donna understood that Sandy was hinting that Donna had another man in her life.

“No,” Donna cautiously answered, remembering her adventure on the Caribbean and thinking about all the flirting that she had been doing lately.

“’No’ as in ‘No, not yet’?” Sandy pressed on.

“I don’t want to cheat on Robert,” Donna replied.  “That’s why I seek help. Before it all goes to far.”

“Don’t you come near my husband.” Sandy blurted out.

Her remark was crass and hostile but understandable.  Sandy was still embarrassed and frustrated that she was a victim of her husband’s mid-life crises.  She was making sure that Donna would not visit more emotional pain on the betrayed housewife.

“I am not after anyone’s husband!” Donna screamed.

“Well, not yet anyway,” Tammy snorted.

“Do you meet other men?” Bridgette asked.

This placed Donna in a tough spot.  Sooner or later, Bridgette was going to hear about Donna’s escapades, if she hadn’t already, during the therapy sessions.  Clearly Bridgette had not told the others yet about this part of Donna’s new life, else they would have attacked her on front as well.  Donna concluded that Bridgette didn’t know about that yet, which was fine for now.

“I … am approached by several … especially when I’m dressed like this…”

“Don’t you dare come near our husbands while you are acting like this, Donna,“ Sandy said vehemently. “Or any of our houses or…”

Well, that’s fine with me, Donna thought but wisely kept her mouth shut.

“Are you on drugs?” Tammy tried.

“No!” Donna cried out “Why is it so fucking difficult for you all to understand that I have a problem that is psychological?   Something just got into my mind, and I can’t get it out.  It is taking control of me and I’m fighting it as I can.  I’m seeing a fucking psychiatrist and I even have Brigitte joining me in therapy sessions that are unbelievably humiliating.  Bridgette can confirm all of this, and I can’t understand why she fucking told you my personal business to you!”

“We’re not buying it, Donna!” Dolores shouted back.

Donna was actually so happy with this statement.  Her friends did know her!  They refused to swallow the bullshit story that Donna was trying to sell them.  At the same time, their loyalty was Donna’s biggest problem.  She needed to convince her closest friends to bug off, at least for a while -- if only for their own safety.

“What do I have do to convince you?” Donna turned on her accusers, faking anger “Fuck myself with a dildo in front of you?  I’m dressed like a slut while traveling out in public, and I visited my husband’s fucking parents like this.  I am living the life of a slut, can’t you see?”

“This all also explains the behavior of your daughters.” Dolores coolly remarked.

“What about my daughters?” Donna asked, immediately at full attention.

“Well, Julie dresses a lot more daringly lately. And she mingles with the wrong kind.”

‘Wrong kind’ meant blacks to Dolores, Donna knew.  Delores was so hypocritical that it was funny.  After all, Delores was from Mexican descent but she was the biggest racist of them all.  Donna sighed with relief; she didn’t mind if Julie mingled with the blacks at school. That wasn’t bad in her eyes at all. Not by a long shot.

“And her new friends are being watched by the police.  I bet that they’re gang members or something.  You didn’t notice anything strange in her behavior, did you?  Have you seen her lately?” Dolores continued, not really trying to learn anything and just trying to hurt Donna’s feelings.

“And Trixy is really under the influence of that girl from that weird family… what’s their name,” Tammy asked, snapping her fingers when she couldn’t remember the family name.

“I know which family you mean. Yes, they are strange,” Dolores agreed.

Donna hadn’t noticed anything strange in her daughters last weekend, but then she really hadn’t much of them.  Donna had been to busy.  However, she knew her friends had to be exaggerating the facts, just to get to her.

They aren’t that convincing, Donna told herself, and decided to make that clear.

“My daughters are fine; I talked to them just yesterday remember?  You, Dolores, you think every black boy is a gang member or worse.  As a Latino isn’t that rather silly on your part, don’t you think, mixto? And a ‘strange’ family is a very vague statement.  Does that mean they don’t want to mingle with you all?” Donna smirked at them.

“Suit yourself.” Dolores replied, obviously angry at the insult but restraining herself.

At that moment, Donna’s house phone rang and she used the call as an excuse to escape her friends and get away from the explosive atmosphere.

“Hello?” she asked as she looked at her friends who were impatiently waiting for her to return.

She walked away from them into the kitchen to avoid their prying eyes.

“Donna?” It was Robert.

“Are you in Asia already?” Donna asked pleasantly surprised.

“No, I’m at the airport.” He said with an angry tone. “Look, I asked you to delete those pictures, and here I am getting an automated message from you to look them up on a specific web-site.  And you didn’t even put a password on it!  The whole bloody world can see us fucking!”

To say that Donna was surprised by this was an understatement.  I deleted the pictures for sure, she told herself, thought, as she ran into the room to find her phone, totally ignoring her friends. What evil trick has Ms. Brendan played on me this time?

She checked her phone as Robert continued to complain angrily, shouting at her to remove the pictures from the site at once.  Donna wanted nothing more than to oblige to his request, but she hadn’t a clue how the pictures and movies got on that site. She didn’t even know what site he was talking about!  She checked her phone and couldn’t find any pictures or movies; she was right, everything had been deleted.

Her mind raced through the possibilities.  Someone could have stolen the pictures, and placed them on the Internet.  No, Donna concluded.  If that were the case, Robert wouldn’t be getting messages about it.  The obvious explanation was Ms. Brendan, and Donna shook her head in despair.  Somehow, Ms. Brendan had done this.  They took the pictures from my cell somehow and loaded them on the Internet, and made sure that Robert found out.

That meant also that Donna had to go along with this new scheme and that they expected her to pretend that she had posted those pictures and movies on the Internet, and now had to convince Robert to accept it.   She quickly forced herself to focus on this new assignment.  Donna closed her eyes, breathed deeply and blocked out her friends looking at her wondering what was going on, and then blocked out Robert swearing in her ear.

“Robert…” She replied calmly “I know it is a bit odd, but I found the pictures and movies too… nice to delete.”

“What?” Robert said, angry but clearly shocked by her response.

“Yes, I understand your surprise but have you looked at them,” she continued. “It’s just ...”

“Donna, shut the fuck up!!” Robert shouted at her hysterically “You delete those fucking pictures right away, you understand? Right away!!!”

Robert hung up. Donna looked at the phone in her hand.  Never ever had Robert shouted at her like this. He’s clearly beside himself and I can’t blame him.  Those pictures have to be removed. What if someone else sees those filthy movies?  But how do I do that?  How did they get on the Internet in the first place?

“Hey, fuck slut, pick up the phone … Hey whore, pick up the phone, you’re pimp is calling… Come on filthy slut, get that leaky pussy moving and pick up…”

Her cell phone was ringing on the table behind her.  If her friends had already been taken aback by her conversation with her screaming husband, her lewd ring tone disgusted them beyond words.  They looked at her not believing what they had seen and heard, incredulous at how their friend truly had changed.  As she frantically searched the table for the cell, Donna saw at a glance that the last five minutes had dome more to convince her friends than all her talk had done.

Oddly, Donna felt relieved about that but accidentally pushed her travel bag over.  The contents scattered noisily over the carpet, right in front of her friends.  Donna turned beat red and she ran back to the kitchen.  This was too much to happen all at once.   Though she had told them, she used dildos and the like, actually having such things all across the floor of house was not something she had wanted to do.

“Hello?” she said absentmindedly into the phone, as she overheard the reactions of her friends as they pawed through her collection of sex toys and clothing.

“Ms Brendan wants to see you at once, Cutty.”  It was Ninon giving her instructions.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Bondain.  I will go to her as soon as possible but I have some friends in the house…”

“I know, I’m outside your place.  I saw their cars.  But when I say right now, I mean right now. You don’t want to keep Ms Brendan waiting, not in your situation.  And don’t make me come in either.  If they’re your friends, they won’t steal from you if you leave them alone in your house, will they?”

Donna peeked into the living room, seeing her friends searching through the contents of her bag, appalled by what they saw.  She didn’t want to have to face them about that, and Ninon actually had given her a good opportunity to get out.

Donna quickly grabbed her short coat and handbag, and ran out of the house without her friends even noticing it.  She ran to the car waiting for her and got in quickly.

“Good, that was fast,” Ninon approved.

“Thank you, Mrs. Bondain,” Donna replied as she settled herself and watched her house to see if her friends followed her. But they hadn’t noticed she was gone.

Ninon quickly drove off.  She didn’t say a word and Donna had enough to think about so they drove silently for the half-hour to Ms. Brendan’s place.  Obviously Ninon was angry with her. That would mean Ms Brendan was angry with her too.  What else is new, Donna told herself and just settled herself, accepting her fate.

“Here you are, Cutty,” Ninon said as she stopped in front of Ms. Brendan mansion.

“Thank you, Mrs. Bondain” was all that Donna could say before Ninon drove off, leaving Donna alone in the middle of the street.  Donna felt cold again and became aware of the fact that she wasn’t dressed appropriately and had to get inside as quickly as possible.