HUBBY DON’T TOUCH ME THERE

That night she left work earlier. It had been a really long day and all she wanted to do was get home, fix dinner for her man and retire for the day.

Traffic was bad. Bumper to bumper. “If this place was not so ruffian rigged, I’d have walked home and leave this car right here” she murmured to herself lazily gazing at the tail lights of the vehicle in front.

Getting home was all she wanted. And she wanted it real bad.

Nights like these are those she wished she had a house help. That way she’d head straight to bed without worrying about what Laius would have for dinner.

He was a pain on the backside when drunk, but quite a darling when sober. Beer always had a way of flipping his personality but Ashmita loved him with all she had. They had been married for two years, with their fair share of matrimonial woes but she always held on.

There were nights he’d come home reeking of female perfume and cheap guest-room soap, but if she dared ask it would Monday Night Raw re-enacted. She never understood why he always cheated on her, despite her being so faithful to him.

The car behind her honked, rudely returning her to reality as she gently floored the accelerator. The traffic was thick but at least it was not one of those annoying highway parking lots experienced during rush hour. The gap was reduced and she drifted back to her little troubled world.

You see, her career was demanding. She had weird working hours which Laius never understood. As a matter of fact, he had always suspected she was out having fun with another man. So every time she got home at “weird” hours as he liked to call them, she always had to explain where she had been. And it was never easy. A tap on her window startled her. A pissed diver was asking her to make use of the accelerator since the traffic had eased. She apologised, quickly zooming off. Confrontations were never her thing. 15 more minutes and she’d be home.

True to her calculations, she was home in 15 minutes, reversing into the garage. Then she noted the light in the house.

Sigh!

He was home early. And she knew a war of words was in the offing. But that, she was getting used to it.

The front door was not locked so she let herself in to a house reeking of whiskey. He had been drinking. And from the smell of things, there was a massive spill somewhere. Probably on the woollen carpet in the living room where he always like to poison his liver from.

And true to her expectations, he was sitting on the sofa directly opposite the door, a bottle of whiskey in hand. He looked animated. Jovial even. She scanned him in one single look. The sexy in him was no longer there. He no longer made her loins tingly. She couldn’t even remember the last time their matrimonial bed was used for anything else other than sleeping. But that couple session she had booked with their marriage counsellor was certainly going to help, or so she hopped.

“Woman! Where are you coming from at this hour?” he roared with a slight slur. Hic “You think this your sister’s house where you walk in at whatever time you will?”

“But honey, it’s just 8pm. I was stuck in traffic” she replied meekly, too scared to even move.

He stood up, looked at the wall clock and walked towards her. The slight headache she had was now on a roller coaster. Her head was throbbing with pain.

“Well, you always have a reason baby. Don’t you?” Pause. “You have no time for your husband since you are busy pleasing your silly gigolos out there. It’s about time I got what’s mine” he said coldly, pushing her to the nearest sofa, narrowly missing hitting its edge head first.

But before she hit the sofa, he was already on top of her, ripping her outfit from her waist downwards.

“Ashmita dear, today you are mine!” he mocked, pulling of his pants.

“No Laius. Please don’t. Please let me freshen up, fix you supper then we can take this party to the bedroom” she said, with as much seduction as she could integrate into her shaky voice. She was scared but she was hoping she could dissuade him from making a mistake that would cost them a lot.

“But why wait? Aren’t you my wife? I can have you anywhere anytime” he retorted in disgust! Oh! Wait! You want to get rid of your adulterous evidence? It’s okay. I do not mind the scent of another man on you” he added, this time angrily. She knew she was in trouble and she had to act quickly.

They struggled as she tried to free herself but she was no match for his burly figure. He figured she’d keep fighting so he slapped her right across the face, blacking her out

When she finally came around, her genitals were sore. A clear indication of assault. Laius was calmly seated on the floor with a cigar resting between his lips, wearing a satisfied face.

She couldn’t believe her husband had assaulted her. Thoughts of legal action crossed her mind but the social victimisation that would follow was guaranteed. She could even face ex-communication. I mean, how do you tell the authorities you were defiled by your own husband?

She looked at him once more and broke down. He was no longer the man she had fallen in love with.