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Please, Don't
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Tina stood there, puffy-eyed from crying, hair stuck to her
face, contemplating death. Eight storeys onto concrete would
certainly do the job. My wife's sister swayed in the wind,
looking down at the ground far below. Her coat was carefully
folded and placed with her discarded shoes on the roof beside
her, her thin summer dress already slick with rain.
The gap between us was about fifteen feet. Even if I sprinted
I doubted I could grab her before she stepped off. I looked
around for anything that might help but there was nothing. No
one else would be coming either, I was the only one who knew
Tina's intentions. I was the one she wrote her suicide note
to.
I called her name quietly, not wanting to scare her. She
jerked in spite of my efforts. I stopped breathing for a
moment as she regained her balance. She gave me a strange
look, first pleasure, then pain, then anger.
"Thought you'd come and gloat, huh?"
"Tina, please, don't."
"Give me one good reason why not"
I didn't know what to say. Thinking back over the last six
months, what the hell could I say?
-- * --
My wife snuggled her head onto my shoulder and stroked my
stomach. I laid motionless in my own little world of
contentment. This was my favourite moment, the time I
cherished the most. Don't get me wrong, orgasms are wonderful
things, both giving and receiving, but lying close with your
partner in the afterglow is the best part of all. And like
orgasms, the moment passed all too quickly.
Terri brushed the hair from her eyes and snuffled. "Damn it,
I'm going to shave your chest one of these days!" She picked
up my T-shirt and laid it on my chest before snuggling down
and getting comfortable again. I smiled at her antics,
stroking the bottom curve of her back. I would have reached
lower but unfortunately my arms wouldn't stretch that far.
"Darling," she said, but then left it hanging. I'd grown
accustomed to her "Darlings" so I knew something big was
coming as she'd felt she needed to save it for the
tranquillity of the afterglow.
"Yes," I said, slowly.
"You know my sister has just broken up with her guy?"
"Uh-huh"
"And you know that she was living in his place, and worked for
the son-of-a-bitch too?"
I didn't like where this was heading so I stayed mute. She
didn't speak for a moment either, just ran her fore-finger
slowly around my navel.
"Now don't get mad at me, but I've said she can come and stay
with us. Just till she gets herself sorted out."
I took a dramatically deep breath and sighed. Her hand slid
down my belly and stroked my flaccid penis. It responded and
I shuddered involuntarily.
"Think you can get round me with cheap tricks like that?" I
said. She giggled. We both knew she could.
-- * --
I took a step forward and waited. She just looked back down at
the ground. I took another step and stopped again.
"I know you want to get close enough to grab me but don't
bother. If you get within ten feet of me I'll jump, and it
will be all your fault." She said it so matter-of-factly that
I knew she meant it.
"Tina, there's no need to do this. Come on over here and let's
go home before we both catch our death of colds." She looked
sharply at me and frowned. It's funny how everyday sayings can
unexpectedly take on new meanings. I could have bitten my
tongue off for the thoughtlessness of my remark.
Tina must have seen the anguish on my face. For the first time
since I got here she smiled.
"Oh, Mike, if only things had been different. Why was I always
the unlucky one, why did my damned sister always have
everything? Why, Mike, why?
-- * --
I was left alone to tidy the place. It was my week to do it so
I couldn't complain. Terri and Tina had gone off shopping
together. I ran the vacuum about and collected up old
magazines and stuff left lying around. I loaded up the
dishwasher and made myself a cup of coffee.
I read awhile as I drank. It was a book Tina had leant me. It
was a feminist murder mystery and was actually quite good.
Good enough to want to keep turning the pages anyway. I became
aware that I could smell Tina's perfume on the book. I put the
book to my nose and smelled it more thoroughly. It was
feminine and sexy. My wife rarely bothered with perfume, only
on special occasions when we went out. For some reason the
image of Tina applying some perfume between her breasts sprang
unbidden into my mind.
I put the book down and finished my coffee feeling rather
guilty. Tina was ten years younger than either Terri or
myself. What was I doing thinking of her in that way? I was
more than happily married, for God's sake. Tina moving in had
gone a lot more smoothly that I'd expected. She'd kept herself
to herself and hardly intruded on our lives at all.
I carried the dirty washing to the kitchen for sorting into
loads, as Terri had taught me after my first disastrous
attempts had produced pink everything.
I put the clothes into the machine, but before I switched it
on I retraced my steps to make sure I hadn't dropped anything.
In the corridor was a pair of lacy yellow panties. I didn't
recognise them as Terri's so I guessed they were Tina's. I
returned to the kitchen to add them to the wash. As I held
them I saw Tina sitting on the edge of her bed, slowly drawing
the yellow panties up her smooth, long legs, pulling them
tight over her blonde pubis.
It was at that moment that Tina walked into the kitchen.
-- * --
"I knew what you wanted, from that time I caught you with my
panties."
"Don't be silly, Tina. You know I would never hurt Terri." She
looked at me steadily. I looked away, not being able to match
her gaze.
She snorted in derision. I felt hopeless and helpless, the
situation was rapidly spinning away from me.
-- * --
Terri and I lay together in the afterglow of another wonderful
session of making love. But all was not well. At the moment of
orgasm I looked down at my wife's beautiful face, eyes closed,
concentrating on her own release, and for a second I imagined
Tina's face, grimacing in pleasure. I felt dirty, and guilty
of an awful wrong-doing.
I was torn between confessing all, knowing that it would hurt
her terribly, and keeping it bottled up inside me, knowing I
was betraying the honesty and trust we shared between us.
I didn't know what to do. I could hardly insist we throw her
sister on the street for the crime of appearing in my sordid
imaginings.
-- * --
"Why did you take me out that time?"
"Believe it or not, Terri asked me to. I refused at first, but
she insisted. She felt sorry for you. She would have come too,
she wanted to see the film, but she had to stay behind at
work. I know it looked like I engineered it, but that couldn't
be further from the truth, I swear!"
"Yeah, so why the meal? Why did you lead me on like that, you
bastard?"
"It... it just happened, I never meant any of it to happen
like that, I promise."
She took a step towards the edge and looked back at me,
scowling.
"Tina, no!"
-- * --
"Why don't we go for a meal?" I said, as we left the cinema.
"Terri won't be back till late and she said not to wait for
her." To tell the truth I was getting quite a kick out of
having an attractive young woman on my arm. All the old
teenage insecurities and false bravado had crept back in from
somewhere I thought long lost and forgotten.
Tina agreed enthusiastically.
After the meal I casually asked if she'd like to dance. I
don't really know what I was thinking. It all seemed so
harmless at the time. I was just showing off. I could still
attract pretty young women, 'look at me, aren't I handsome'.
It's amazing how years of acting sensibly can just melt away
in so short a time. I'd like to think it was the alcohol I'd
drunk, but I can't really cast off my blame so easily.
It was a slow number and I instinctively pulled her towards
me. That perfume again. It filled my senses. For a moment I
was transported back to one of my dates with Terri, before we
got married. We had danced close and intimate that night too.
"You smell lovely," I said, as I kissed her gently on the side
of her neck. She pulled me tightly to her, pushing her breasts
into my chest and rubbing her hips against mine.
"Oh, Mike, I knew this is how you felt about me, I knew," she
whispered.
In horror I realised what I'd been doing by acting out my
reminiscences. I was talking to Tina, not my beloved Terri.
And it was now incalculably worse as Tina had responded so
positively.
-- * --
"I was a bit drunk and I thought I was dancing with Terri, not
you."
"That's not what you said then."
"I was too embarrassed to explain at the time." She lapsed
into silence and started chewing on her bottom lip. I took a
slow step towards her but had to stop when she looked up
again.
-- * --
Terri and I sat down to breakfast. Tina had already left
early, job hunting.
"What are all those medicines she has on her dresser?"
"I suppose I should let you in on the dark family secret, but
don't tell Tina I told you!" I made a face at my wife and she
laughed.
"Poor Tina suffers from some problems that need to be kept in
check with drugs, it's no big deal, really," she said, chewing
on a piece of toast.
"What sort of problems?"
"Oh, nothing much. It started when she was in her early teens.
It's all under control. She's fine, really."
-- * --
I saw Tina as soon as I came out the front door of my office
building. She was standing over the other side of the road. I
waved and her face lit up in a wonderful smile and she waved
back frantically.
I waited for a lull in the traffic and crossed to meet her.
She gave me a big hug and a kiss.
"Whoa, what was that for?"
"I knew you worked here. I thought I'd wait for you, we can
take the train home together."
She was so full of happiness I could hardly refuse. She talked
excitedly all the way home about her new job and how things
were finally getting better for her. She grasped my hand as
she talked and didn't let go till we reached our station. It
was all I could do to stop her holding my hand as we walked
down the leafy lanes of our village towards home.
-- * --
Tina started treating me more like a husband than a brother-
in-law. She would straighten my tie and brush my shoulders
before I left for work, she would ask me how my day went as I
got home, all the little things.
Terri seemed to find it amusing rather than threatening. When
I tried to talk about it she just laughed and said I was
imagining things.
Tina started to join us more in the evening, sitting next to
me on the settee as we watched television. Terri joked that we
made a great couple. I didn't laugh.
-- * --
"Why did you make me take my clothes off? You forced me to
show you my body, don't deny it, I was there remember."
"Tina, you know that was an accident."
"And you made me say those things to my sister, you made me. I
didn't want to be the one to say those things, but you left me
no choice, I had to tell her the truth."
I was within six feet of her now. So near, but still not near
enough. If I made a grab for her now she could still easily
evade me and jump, I couldn't risk it.
"Tina, you're confused. Come down from the edge and I'll take
you home. We can get you help, I promise."
"You're a liar. You were happy to cheat on your wife when it
suited you so I can't trust you now, can I? And all this will
be your fault, I want you to remember that."
She turned back to the drop before her and stooped slightly.
"No," I shouted, and stepped forward.
-- * --
It was Sunday morning. Terri was showering and I was lying
warm in bed, deeply satisfied from making love to the woman I
loved. I suddenly felt the urge to make my darling wife some
breakfast in bed.
I pulled on my bathrobe and went in search of food. I figured
that a cooked breakfast would be too much, so I poured her a
bowl of cereal and made a pot of tea. I poured milk into two
cups and put them on the tray then picked it up ready to take
back to bed.
For a moment I hesitated then put the tray back down and got
another cup. Tina would probably appreciate one too, I
thought.
I put the tray down on our bed and poured the three cups of
tea. Terri was still in the bathroom so I picked up Tina's cup
and quietly knocked on her door. There was a mumbled response
so I entered.
I put the cup down on her bedside cabinet and gave her a
gentle nudge on her shoulder. Her eyes opened and she smiled.
"Thought you'd like some tea."
"And that's not all, is it Mike?" she said, pulling back the
bedclothes. She was naked.
"Why has it taken so long, Mike?" she said, grasping my free
hand. She pulled it to her breast and rubbed it across her
nipple. I tried to pull away but she reached under my robe and
grabbed my testicles.
"Come on Mike, fuck me, you know you want to."
-- * --
Tina turned to look at me again.
"I'm still waiting for a good reason not to, Mike."
"If you really meant to do it you would have done it by now,"
I said, in desperation, taking another step nearer.
"You're right, there is no reason to wait." She turned and
made ready to jump again.
-- * --
I pulled painfully free of her grasp and backed away.
"Come on you prick, do me," she shouted.
"Tina, you don't know what you're saying for God's sake."
She grasped both of her breasts and pushed them up. "You don't
need her, you need me, I can give you everything she has plus
more besides." She was getting louder and louder.
"Be quiet, Terri will hear, you'll upset her terribly."
"Too late," Terri said from the doorway. I turned to her,
appalled at what she might think. I could see she was very
angry.
"So it's happening again, Tina, is it? Well not with my
husband it's not."
I was bewildered. "What's happening again?"
Ignoring me she strode past to Tina's dresser and picked up
one of the bottles and peered into it.
"Forget your tablets again, or did you stop deliberately?"
"I don't need them anymore, I'm perfectly healthy without
them."
"In that case pack your things and go, and don't come back
until you've grown up some more. I mean it, you have to go."
She dropped the pills back on the dresser and pulled me out of
the room behind her, slamming the door.
"Stupid, stupid little bitch," she spat. We held each other
closely and she sobbed into my shoulder. Mental disorders can
be very frightening, especially in someone close.
-- * --
I didn't see Tina again that day. We went out and left her
alone in her bedroom. Terri thought it best. When we came back
she was gone.
The next morning a letter arrived just as I was leaving for
work. It was addressed to me so I slipped it into my briefcase
and went for the train. I remembered it later as I sipped my
morning tea at my desk. It had started to rain heavily.
It was from Tina. She had invited me to her suicide off the
top of my office block at ten o'clock that morning. It was ten
to ten when I read the letter. There wasn't time to call
anyone as I ran headlong up the stairs to the roof.
-- * --
"Tina," I begged. "Please, don't."
The End
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