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Jason, damn you anyway.

I told you it'd never work.

Marriage just wasn't for us.

You knew that.

We both knew that.

But you had to go and act a fool.

Things will be different.

We'll be husband and wife. We'll settle
down, have kids, sleep in the same bed

every night.

It was the same bed all right.

It just wasn't the same people.

Only suckers get married.

God, I must have told you that a
thousand times.

What the hell? We had everything going
for us.

Why did we have to go and screw it up?

We were in love, Lacey.

Remember? We were in love.

In love, my ass.

We were just horny as hell.

We were so horny, we couldn't even wait
to change clothes at the party.

Lucy, honey, stop crying out loud.

We've got a whole house full of wedding
guests.

Fuck them.

Honey,

for Christ's sake, we've got a whole
room full of people in there.

Come on, baby,

don't make a noise.

I want you now, Jase.

Now?

Oh, you know, huh?

Oh,

Jase. You're like a goddamn virgin.

It's so hard for you.

Oh, Jase, I... I don't know, Jase.

Let's see. Honey, we can't do it here.
Someone will be coming up these steps

minute.

That's the best part of it.

Done.

Thank you.

Jason, you were really a bastard.

A lying bastard at that.

At first I thought it was funny, all
that bullshit about love and marriage

kicking back.

All you really wanted was a classy whore
for a wife.

After all, you were the one that used to
call us a couple of hip tramps.

That's a laugh.

We weren't even married a month and you
were pimping me off.

And to a woman at that.

Rock. Come on, honey.

What's the big goddamn deal?

All of a sudden you're acting like a
goddamn festal virgin?

It's not like I'm asking you to do
something brand new.

Well, if you wanted a whore, you should
have married one.

I thought I did.

You rotten son of a bitch.

Don't shit me, bitch.

Before we were married, you'd do
anything for me. Kit, you're a trappy

cunt, and you know it.

good little wife won't you dear yes yes
damien yes who knows dear

you might even like it so you had me and
i hated you for it in

just one month i'd gone from a society
tramp to a blushing bride to a tramp

again there was one thing just one thing
that bothered me more than anything

else this time i wasn't just tramping
around for fun

This time it was whoring and I knew it.

I also knew I was going to do it.

I guess that's when I decided I just
simply wasn't going to enjoy it.

I suppose a shrink would say I had some
kind of a guilt complex or something.

But it wasn't anything that heavy.

I just figured that if I didn't get off
on it, it wouldn't be so bad.

Remember thinking later on, whoever
would have thought that so much could

in just one day?

If I had to seduce Ashley's wife, at
least she wouldn't seduce me.

She wasn't due for lunch until noon and
it was only just 11.

And well...

was a setup.

I never had a chance and you knew it.

Everything that happened was planned.
All of it. The whole crazy thing.

You must have made quite a score with
Ashley.

Because the games you played that day
were really strange.

And you knew it, Jason.

You bastard, you.

Pimp bastard.

And that was when you and Mr. Ashley
made your perfectly timed accidental

entrance. You lousy bastards.

You both were looking for an excuse to
rape each other's wives.

You sure as hell had us.

Why, you dirty little cunts.

But Jason, you said... Shut up! You
filthy little dyke. I ought to kill you.

There's only one way to teach you cuts a
lesson.

You're going to get the screwing of your
life.

And you're going to watch each other get
it.

Jason, this is crazy.

Jason!

Stink.

I can't wait for it.

Oh.

uh oh

Okay, Mrs. Bodine.

Now you watch this action.

and give me some more head.

Oh.

I remember what you said later, when we
finally said something about it.

I don't know what they say, hon.

Sometimes paradise is another man's
wife.

There it was.

The only good wife is somebody else's.

I'd become a convenient asset for you.

A wife who could be had.

A readily available bargaining device.

Your ever -popular wind -up wife.

But I stayed, didn't I?

Nobody forced me.

There was always the hope that you would
start to care for me.

You kept that thought alive in my head,
didn't you, bastard?

I would have stayed that way, a mindless
little manipulated cunt, if I hadn't

accidentally seen you and Eve Ashley
that day.

You thought I'd passed out after an
evening of drinking and cards with the

Ashleys.

I only pretended to pass out.

That way I wouldn't have to, well, play
switchies with your clients.

You and Eve put me to bed on the couch.

I remember how you kept calling me a
selfish little bitch, your breath, and a

cheap little drunk out loud.

I figured to get hell the next day.

After a while, I couldn't stay.

I quietly got up. I walked across the
street and stood here in this same

doorway. For the first time, I felt like
an observer.

The first thing I observed was feeling
left out.

And then I felt an incredible hate for
him.

Jealousy, I guess.

But at least I'd always been there
before.

Something in me seemed to change.

Instead of being enraged, I felt a
morbid kind of curiosity.

Instinctively, I sensed that if I
watched them, I would learn about

Watching him was a get -off, a movie.

I felt a little like a voyeur.

I could feel what Eve was feeling
almost.

Talking is so basic.

It didn't even make me jealous to watch
him.

Even Jason.

In fact, it turned me on.

Every second of it Jason loves fucking

My fantasy had always been that no
matter what he did with anyone else, I'd

still be his big get -off.

The really special one.

Or at least the best.

Hello?

That ended that foolish little fantasy.

It had been a shitty substitute for love
anyway.

I couldn't stop looking at him.

There was something about the way he
looked.

Lying there, pigged out from bawling. It
seemed to set me free.

He could get off with anybody.

Nobody was special.

And nobody was best.

Watching him fuck somebody blind like
that.

It made me realize something.

I was missing out, and I was being used.

Why the hell should I have anything less
than him?

That was the end for us.

But actually, I'm almost grateful to
him.

He reminded me of how much fun it is to
run your own sex life.

Especially when you love fucking as much
as I do.

Mental cruelty.

That was a shock.

But at least I got the house and the car
out of it.

Poor Jason.

In a way, I kind of felt sorry for him.

I'm sure he never figured out what went
wrong.

The thing was that after Jason was gone,
I discovered I'd changed somehow.

Ever since that night I played the part
of the voyeur, the fantasies that used

to get me off just didn't work at all
anymore.

My whole life had been measured out in
sexual encounters.

This lack of enthusiasm was a whole new
experience for me.

I hated it.

I felt empty.

Thank God for Ann.

If I hadn't found her, I'd have gone
crazy.

She was the only other divorcee in the
neighborhood.

I met her in the supermarket, actually.

Ann was the most straightforward girl
I'd ever met.

You know, to this day, Arnold thinks
that I divorced him because his dick is

little.

You're kidding.

That's terrible. He didn't really think
that, did he? He sure did.

We used to talk about it every time we
used to ball, which was maybe once a

month. Once a month?

Yeah, and that was on a good month, too.

Arnold is the original 62nd man.

Finally, we started going to this group
therapy trip.

Why group therapy?

Because that's all we could afford.

Didn't help, huh?

It helped a little, you know.

But it was more like a group
confessional than group therapy.

Everyone started breaking down, started
opening up their little closets.

Even Arnold broke down one night.

He told everyone in the group that his
sex life was ruined because his dick was

too little. Can you imagine?

So what happened?

Well, he got all hysterical and
everything, and he had to go home.

That was the last time Arnold ever went
to the group.

He was too embarrassed to go back.

You know, in a way, I kind of knew how
he felt.

What a bad scene.

No shit, but it worked out pretty good.

The next week, I went back to kind of
apologize for everything.

And right in the middle of this terrific
little speech I'm laying on him, this

guy breaks in and tells me that I'm full
of shit.

So right away, I get defensive and mad
and everything.

And before you know it, I'm tearing the
guy apart.

I did a terrific job to froze his ass.

Hostile woman strikes again.

Do you remember just what you said to
him? Yeah.

Listen to this. I told him that it is
insensitive to other people's feelings

that it was probably due to the sadism
inheriting his forced macho personality.

Come again?

I told him his brains were between his
legs.

So after break, the guy comes up to me.

and says that I got it all wrong, that I
didn't give him a chance.

So we're out there talking, and we
didn't even notice when the others went

inside.

And then I had him walk me to my car,
and... Well?

Well, what do you think?

I gave him his chance.

Right there in the parking lot? Right
there in Arnold's camper.

And you know what?

He's got the biggest brain you've ever
seen.

Did you ever tell Arnold about it?

I didn't have to.

You know, Arnold caught us fooling
around one night.

We were in the camper right in the
driveway.

And I was right in the middle of giving
up Charlie Head, which was damn near

impossible because his cock is so
fucking huge, when all of a sudden the

doors fly open and the lights from the
house lit up the whole thing.

It was almost funny and almost tragic.

I didn't know if Arnold was going to
shit or go blind.

You know, the whole block found out
about it, too. That was about two months

ago.

And most of the assholes around here
still hate him for it.

Of course, I don't know if it helps him
being black and all.

Geez, that must have really been some
scene when he found you at the camp.

I know. God, poor Arnold, you know. I
kind of feel sorry for him.

Really? To catch us there, you know.

Oh, sure.

It was probably quite a drama for him.

But he was going to find out sooner or
later, you know. Well, I guess so if

you're doing it every night in the
camper. I know.

Right there in the driveway. Can you
imagine that?

The real pisser of it is that ever since
that night, the only fantasy that even

starts to get me off is one where I'm
playing for a year.

You're mind -fucking with yourself.

The only thing wrong with wanting to
watch is thinking that it's wrong.

Quit halfling it and just go along with
it.

You know, if you don't look, you don't
find, right?

Okay, smartass, so just what am I
supposed to be looking for anyway? The

position?

I got an even better one for you. Who am
I going to watch?

I can see it now.

Young girl, white, 24 and sexy, wants to
watch.

Couples preferred.

Please call evening.

You know, you're looking for a different
kind of attitude, a new kind of

sensibility, and a different kind of
relationship than you had with old

You're looking for a new fantasy.

That's the way it was with Arnold. You
know, he came down on himself so bad for

having a little prick that he made it
distasteful to me, too.

He made such a wimp out of himself.

Poor asshole.

Why, he actually had the cutest little
prick you've ever seen.

With Charlie, everything is different.

Sure, he's hung like a moose, but even
if he wasn't, you'd think that he was.

And the way he treats me.

Complete domination.

I mean complete.

A real bastard.

And he's all man.

And he really knows how to take care of
his ladies.

Yes, indeed.

He does take care.

Great cockman, huh?

Why don't you see for yourself?

I warned you then, didn't I?

Didn't I tell you what I'd do if I
caught you hanging out with that honky

next door?

Come here. Come over here.

Get over here.

Down. Get out of there.

Take off my pants.

You better do it good. Get out.

Suck it good, baby.

suck it, baby.

Oh, yeah.

This time it's your turn. All right, get
up off the bed. Get up off the bed.

I'll pay rent here.

Get off the bed, bitch.

You want to play games, huh?

Yeah, I like to play games myself. You
know that?

Come here.

Come here. Get over here.

Come on, get out of here. Get out of
here.

Missed neighbor, huh?

Yeah.

Let me see what you can do with that.
Get out of here.

But it's a neighbor, Bits.

Oh, it's nice.

Come on, hurry up. You're taking too
long.

Oh, yeah.

Let's see what you can do with that.

That good to you, huh?

Right there?

That's your neighbor.

Yeah.

I knew it was a stupid idea.

I told you, Jason.

Love and marriage.

Bullshit. There's no such place.

The court declares that when Lacey
Bodine, the heretofore drop the name

will refer back to... Bye -bye, Lacey
Bodine.

You never had a chance.