When Roland reached for another piece of chicken, he was surprised to see that his rolled up cuffs reached almost up to his wrists again. He quickly rolled them back again as one of his shoes became so loose that it fell to the restaurant floor with a thud. For some reason he found the experience extremely amusing and he laughed out loud as he felt an intense tickling sensation at his groin. His reaction to the weird sensations he was having produced a sharp look from his wife. Roland stopped laughing immediately. For some reason, his wife’s reproving glares had always reminded him of the way his mother had treated him when he was a small child. He would have never married her if it wasn’t for the money her parents had left her when they died while she was going to college. The money he had married had allowed him to take a sales job which forced him to be out of office most of the day. They didn’t need the small paycheck he brought in every two weeks. The job was really an excuse to get away from his wife and visit his mistress of the month.
As the sensation in his groin diminished, Roland felt a delightful lightheadedness come over his consciousness as a prickling feeling came over the back of his head. He picked up one of the crayons and slid paper to the edge of the table to doodle while he thought about the session he had had with his mistress an hour earlier. The girl had the most fantastic tops he had ever seen on a woman! If Louise had tops like hers, he’d have never felt the need to keep a mistress on the side. Louise was a good lay, but her flat chest reminded him of a teenaged boy. Louise had tried to please him by wearing padded, lacy bras, but when they made love, the reality of her flat chest turned him off. Of all the parts of sex he enjoyed with his mistresses, he liked fondling and sucking on their boobs the most. As he idly colored the page the restaurant had provided, he forgot all about dinner.
Louise smiled at Roland’s behavior, knowing that the “special” meal she had ordered for him was beginning to affect his mind. In a few minutes, he’d be absolutely helpless. When that moment came, she’d open up the blue nylon bag under the table and use its contents to finish him off. Just the thought of doing it to him made her grin in anticipation. She’d open the bag and with a few deft movements, “Bang!”, it would all be over. She’d no longer have a husband who stepped out on her and refused to let her adopt a baby to love and coddle. Louise’s grin became broader as she considered her husband’s fate and how much she was going to enjoy being a mother.
Roland was so engrossed in his coloring that he never noticed the expression of anticipatory triumph on Louise’s face. After few minutes, he picked up the second crayon and began to add additional color to the page. He noticed with some frustration that for some odd reason, he was having trouble staying within the lines. He threw down the crayon and picked up the third crayon, believing that his sudden lack of artistic ability was an inherent fault of the crayon. After a moment he realized he was neither drawing nor doodling, instead he was scribbling with the crayon in his fist like a small child. He threw the crayon down in disgust and went back to eating his dinner as the strange sensation intensified and cocooned his body like a babe’s fleecy flannelette blanket.