The Secret Garden Of Martha Grim.
By Richard A. Lopez (c) 1992

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Ann Hawkins had always been a very pretty woman. Even after having the brat, as she referred to Tommy, she stilled managed to retain her almost hour glass figure. The pregnancy was not a difficult one, thank god for small favors, and she had taken all the exercise classes she could safely take while in that state. There was no way she was going to be like those other broads that let themselves go after squeezing out a few runts. She knew John had wanted more children, but she drew the line after one. If he was so fired up to have more, let him shit out a couple! More power to him.

She watched him in the driveway as he played with Tommy awhile, gazing at Willie's truck speed down the street after the Grim bitch's ancient Lincoln. She knew Willie had the hots for Martha Grim. The slob probably thought of her while he was screwing me, she thought to herself. John probably did too, for that matter. Hell, it didn't matter, she thought, she was just using his dumb ass to get what she wasn't getting from her husband. Using him just as she had been using John. Until the next one came along, that was the plan. She never really intended on marrying John, it just happened. It was actually fun for a while, but then Tommy came along, and things got really fucked. Dirty diapers, messy formula, all the damn screaming at two in the morning. She still doesn't know how she did it. Damned doctors office. She would have aborted it if they hadn't screwed up and called the house with the results on a day when John was working at home. He was ecstatic. She didn't have the heart to go through with it. Besides, he waited on her hand and foot, she got used to the pampering, the attention. All that changed the minute Tommy was born, then, all the attention stopped, just like that. He spoiled the kid, and the kid knew it. Even as an infant, she could swear that the brat knew that all he had to do was holler and John would drop everything and go running to see what was wrong.
Ann would have to ask him two, or three times to do something for her, but the kid, never. She never thought she'd be jealous of a six year old, but she was, and she hated it. Hated Tommy for it.
Then Cole came along.
She remembered the day he came to the door, his six foot-plus frame filled the entire doorway. His muscular body made John look like a skinny teenager in comparison. John had hired him to do the gardening, and he was to start that day, She remembered it was very hot that day and she was wearing the blue sundress John had bought her for her birthday just the week before. She also remembered she that she had nothing on underneath, and from his gaze, she could tell that Cole had noticed as well.
Cole was finishing up his work, when she invited him in for a glass of lemonade and to discuss the rate he was going to charge, monthly. It was by no accident, that he spilled lemonade on himself, nor were there any good intentions involved when he took off his tank top. The unveiling of his well chiseled and tanned body, touched off a spark in her, she thought had long since died after baby was born. Soon she found herself clutching every part of him. Kissing, biting, licking at the spilled lemonade, still wet on his skin. He all but ripped the flimsy sundress from her body, his rough hands traveling over her, making her shudder and moan, exciting her even more. Pushing aside what was left of the breakfast dishes, he took her there, on the kitchen table, picking her up as lightly as if she were a rag doll. She tore at his pants, almost fighting to get them off, and suddenly he was inside her. She almost screamed with joy at the passion that was ignited inside her.
Willie Cole bought about a fire that she thought was near but impossible. One she never felt with John. With every thrust, it burst inside her, each one harder than the last. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, pulling him deeper into her, not wanting to release him as he drove harder and faster. Deeper, it seemed, each time. Till at last they came together there, on the table. She felt completely exhausted.
Could not even rise from the table, as he lay atop her, breathing like a wild beast.
What had this man just done to her?

As the weeks went on, their lovemaking continued. In the shower, the living room, the bedroom. Once even in the garage, Cole had taken her from behind, the "backdoor" as he referred to it. It was painful at first, but could not believe how much she enjoyed it. She was sure the entire neighborhood heard her moans. Hell, she knew other women on the street talked, but she didn't care. Like she said, she was getting what she wanted. She even knew John was suspicious, didn't care about that either. He even bought her big indignity act, when he confronted her about sleeping with Cole. Hell, I'm not sleeping with him, you ass, she was fucking him! There's not goddamn sleeping involved.
She didn't even care about the asshole. She just wanted fulfillment. But, if that was true, then why did it burn her so much every time she saw Cole talking to, or hanging around Martha Grim's house. Cole had told her he was trying to get some damn secret that was going to make him rich. Something to do with her flowers or some bullshit like that. "Yeah," she said aloud, "Just like a man. More likely, you just want to get into her panties. Always letting the little head do the thinking for you, dumb ass!"
She watched as John and the "Brat" started walking up towards the front door. "He'll probably want dinner or something like that." she said to no one in particular. The turned and opened the freezer to grab two steaks out and tossed them in the microwave. "Don't sweat it, just nuke it, I always say." she said again, speaking to herself. If he doesn't like, well that's just to damn bad, she thought.
Ann just wanted out.
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