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Imago: The Seduction of Arlene	By : Salamandaslash Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 5646 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Imago: The Seduction of Arlene (part 3)

Usual disclaimers apply:
If you’re shocked by portrayals of kinky lesbian relationships – you best be on your way. There is nothing for you here!

Kinda PWP – certainly NC-17
F/f – with references, of varying levels of explicitness, to numerous secondary F/f and some F/f/f and, F/F/f relationships.

I do not own these characters – even the ones I made up – and I am certainly making nothing from their misuse! I do not mean to imply anything about the sexual preferences of any of the actresses cast.

Etc etc…

Regrets? Too numerous to mention.

Over the next few weeks Arlene found herself thinking back often to the extraordinary night of exotic lesbian passion she had shared with Kendra. She found it impossible to shake the intense longing that those thoughts engendered. And the beautiful young black girl who had seduced her, dominating her, controlling her was rarely out of her thoughts. It seemed her pulse throbbed continuously between her thighs at the memory and there was a constant ache in her core; an ever-present dampness in her panties.

While previously she had masturbated only infrequently, she found herself doing so often now; her self-pleasure fired by memories of Kendra, by fantasies of what might have been; day and night; stealing every private moment she could: in the shower, interrupting her house-work, in bed at night – every night – after Donald had fallen asleep; even in the bathrooms of the realtors’ office where she worked three mornings a week.

She heard nothing from Kendra – which should have come as no surprise given how they had left things, but that did not stop her wishing. She found herself dreaming that Kendra might show up uninvited at her door one day to compel her submission once again; punishing her cruelly for her refusal of the black woman’s sharp affections; using her harshly again for her pleasure; ravishing her despite her reluctance, despite her refusal; forcing her to submit. She imagined that she might appear at work one day to take her by force in the bathroom or perhaps, even, over her desk. But despite her fevered imaginings there was no trace of the dominant young – what was it that Joyce had called her? A Domme?

The memory of her conversation with her sister came back to her like a reminder of winter.

There had been tears as Joyce had tried to comfort her when she had finally descended for breakfast to find Lolly and her blonde lover deeply engrossed in one-another. Arlene had felt unable, too embarrassed to interrupt them.

She felt a significant measure of guilt for interrupting Joyce’s all too evident happiness. Joyce looked weary, stiff but her face reflected a blissful contentment. She was barely able to take her adoring gaze away from her masterful young wife. But still she offered understanding of what it was that Arlene was experiencing: and comfort as well; as, perhaps, only she could.

After the tears they’d talked a long time.

“She won’t chase you, y’know sis,” Joyce had told her in the end. “It’s not how it works ‘lene.”

She had looked even more exhausted than Arlene had felt. But where desire and regret warred with guilt and duty in a confusing swirl in Arlene’s own thoughts leaving her ragged and pale, troubled, Joyce looked radiant in her weariness – every bit a bride whose wedding night had been long and passionate with a wife whom she adored.

At her throat her gold collar sparkled, its little diamond studded tag engraved with the words ‘I belong to Faith’ glinting.

Arlene was certain she had never seen her sister look happier. And the difference in emotion was stark.

“A Domme will come for you…make her play…seduce you.” Joyce looked sweetly again towards her wife. “But if you refuse her…then that’s it. And I don’t mean in the sense that she might have to overcome your resistance…force you to open your legs – but in the cold light of day – when she’s had you…if you leave. She won’t chase you if you choose to back out. Anything else would…undermine her authority over you. You have to be the one who surrenders…you have to give up your freedom…your whole self. If you don’t surrender – if you keep some control – a right to choose – then that’s not submission. And Kendra – she’s young – she’s still into the power-play stuff...she won’t let you have control.”

The older sister looked at Joyce uncertainly.

“Listen, ‘lene,” Joyce continued. “It’s up to you. So you slept with her.”

“W-well yeah…though we didn’t exactly sleep much…”

“Huh – well I know how that feels,” Joyce answered with a wry grin. “Faith has a very healthy libido…and stamina…and she’s demanding!” She cast a heated glance across to where Faith stood talking to the attractive 40 something who clasped Buffy’s hand.

“S-so w-was Kendra…I-I’ve never…you know…done those things before…”

“I hadn’t either – until my first time with Faith…until she made me.” Joyce looked dreamy in recollection. “But afterwards – then she made me choose – to be hers or to be free. And once I made that choice – to surrender – I gave up my freedom to refuse her anything. I let her take control of me. And I won’t say it wasn’t scary but now look at me…” she grinned broadly and Arlene was sure she had never seen anyone so happy.

“Look at me…a very happy lezzie housewife slut…just married and hardly able to sit down after her wedding night…’lene – my ass is so sore! You’ve no idea how hard Faith spanked me last night!” Joyce’s eyebrows fluttered. “Just how it should be!” she finished contentedly.

Arlene smiled wanly. A weltering confusion of emotions warred inside her.

“M-me too…” she said quietly, a renewed surge of confusing emotions welling up inside her.

Joyce nodded, her eyes understanding, her smile knowing. “So she spanked you?”

The older sister nodded, suddenly blushing. “A-and she used her belt…t-to strap me.”

Joyce gave her a look filled with sympathy. “Did it hurt baby?” she asked.

Arlene gave a slight nod of affirmation. “Y-yes,” She replied hesitantly.

“But you didn’t exactly hate it did you?”

Arlene looked up through her embarrassment. Joyce’s eyes were serious.

“N-no…I-I…I suppose not…I didn’t try to stop her.”

“And you let her make love to you.”

“I didn’t let her…she…forced me…”

“Well – yeah – I suppose…but you liked that as well, didn’t you?”

Arlene blushed deeper than ever. Her heart pounded in her chest.

“Well y-yes…” she said eventually. “Yes I suppose I did…”

Joyce smiled. “I thought so…it’s ok sis…it’s ok to enjoy the surrender…the feeling of being forced to endure the pain…of being submissive.”

“Well – you would say that!” Arlene said archly.

Joyce shrugged “I guess so sis’ but it doesn’t mean it’s not ok. If it makes you feel good…if it makes you happy. I love that Faith can do that to me. I love that she can tell me to do anything…make me, force me to do anything she wants…and I’ll do it…I don’t have a choice! ” She tapped at her collar tag. “That’s what this means…and the ring in my clit…and the tattoo on my ass…it all means that I’m hers…that she can do what she likes to me! You saw her clamp me last night…goddess those clamps hurt…but that was the point…to show you all that she can do that to me …do anything to me…that’s why we got married you know...so I can be completely hers! She’s going to take me on our honeymoon later…I don’t know where we’re going but I just know she’s going to keep me naked all week – I just know I’m going to spend the week licking her pussy and eating her ass – and getting my ass tanned…and all my holes filled! And I’m going to love every minute…”

Arlene’s eyes widened at her sister’s graphic explanation. Her jaw fell. “Joyce!” she exclaimed.

“I said I’m a slut didn’t I?” Joyce asked with a smirk. “And that Faith was demanding?”

“Y-yes…b-but…” Arlene struggled for words before realizing that she was no longer shocked by what Joyce said. She frowned. “But you love her.” She said softly.

Joyce’s smile was wide. In some ways it was almost as shocking as her earlier words had been. “I do!” she said with feeling. “I really do.”

“But I-I – I d-don’t…” Arlene’s heart raced. “Not Kendra…”

“Maybe…” Joyce said softly. “But how do you ever know if you can love someone if you don’t try?”

“B-but i-it’s not that easy for me…besides…I-I…I’m not…you know…like you …I’m not gay!”

“You sure ‘lene? I mean I wasn’t gay either – well I didn’t think I was – until Faith turned me. Seems like Kendra might have had the same effect on you…”

“N-no…I-I’m not…”

Joyce shrugged. “Did she make you come?” She asked bluntly.

Arlene blushed deeply once again. “W-w-well y-yes b-but…”

“Did you make her come?”

“Y-yes…I-I th-think so…b-but…I mean…”

“How did she make you feel?”

“Well…amazing…”

“And this morning when she left?”

“I-I…” she hesitated. “Awful…” she admitted after a pause; a sad look narrowing her features.

Joyce shrugged. “Well I think she got to you sis…you may not believe it – I know it seems quick – but I think it’s like that when you surrender to a Domme – they get inside you – under your skin… and it takes over –she takes over you. And it can happen so quickly!” Joyce paused and smiled at her older sister. “Well it was that way with me and Faith.” Then she smiled crookedly. Her eyebrows waggled. “And let’s be honest ‘lene – your girl is all sorts of hot!”

“Joyce!”

“What? It’s true! I mean she’s not so fine as my Faith but she’s hot!”

Arlene’s face took on a thoughtful look. “Do you really think she’s beautiful Joy?”

“Are you serious? Look just because I got married didn’t turn me blind! I know a hot Domme when I see one and Kendra…oh my! She is beautiful ‘lene…I mean it. She’s stunning…sexy…she just looks a natural top.” Joyce paused again before she continued. “But it isn’t about me though ‘lene, is it? You’re the one who got naked for her…you’re the one had her body over you…don’t you think she’s beautiful?”

“Well…y-yeah…I guess I do.”

“Of course you do – I mean – what a body! And her skin! And those eyes! That rack! That ass! Damn sis – she’s fine – and she must have been powerful when she was on top of you! “

“Joyce!” Arlene protested vainly.

“What? Come on sis – tell me she wasn’t.” Joyce challenged.

“Well…”

“You can’t – can you – come on tell me what it was like. How did she do you?” Joyce’s voice lowered her eyes becoming more intense. “Come on sis – let me hear the details. Tell me what it was like…she put you on your back? Or did she take you like a bitch – from behind?”

“Joyce…I-I c-can’t…really please…”

“Aw come on ‘lene, There’s nothing to be shy about – there’s only you and me…go on you can tell me…”

There was something contagious about Joyce’s avid, lecherous enthusiasm that seemed to get to Arlene.

“W-well…she…she…o-on m-y b-back,” she stammered. “A-after she strapped me…sh-she m-made love to me…she held my legs open so she could…you know…”

“Fuck you?”

Arlene blushed yet again. “Y-yes…th-that…she pinned me down…I-I c-couldn’t move…c-couldn’t stop her…I had to let her… ”

“Mmmmm…nice that’s so hot…I love feeling like that while Faith pounds me…helpless…powerless! By the sounds of it she knows how to dominate a woman though. What else did she do to you?”

Arlene continued more easily now “She made me…m-made me suck it afterwards…h-her…dildo…after it had been…you know…inside me…she made me clean it with my mouth…b-before she…she called it queening me...” She felt a rippling inside herself at that admission, remembering her earlier conversation with the young black women.

“Queened you? Mmmm you lucky girl! I love that – when Faith sits on my face and all there is in the world is her beautiful pussy! That must have been amazing – locked between her thighs your face buried in her cunt …drowning in pussy juice…” Joyce’s dirty grin became conspiratorial. ”What did she taste like?” she asked.

“W-well…kind of nice I guess…sharp…a bit musky…I-I think I liked it…”

“Oh I bet you did you bad girl! Mmmmm has she got a pretty pussy! What’s it like? I’ve never been with a black girl.”

“W-well it’s…I don’t exactly have a frame of reference for this – I’m not exactly an expert Joy…but I guess I thought it was beautiful…she has a neat black pubic hairs – just a little patch…and her lips are dark – darker than her skin…but mmmm…” Arlene shuddered at the memory squeezing her thighs together. She was wet. Licking her lips at the memory she continued her eyes taking on a glazed look. “But inside she’s so pink…so pretty…and her clitoris…mmmm…it was so sensitive when she made me lick it…and when she came on me…oh my…”

“Did she squirt on you?” Joyce’s face was flushed and hot; intent.

“Squirt?”

“You know ‘lene –gush…spray…spurt…did she jizz on you?”

“I d-don’t understand Joy.”

“Did she ejaculate…so you got a mouthful of her girl-cum?”

Arlene shook her head in confusion.

“N-no…I d-don’t think so.”

“Oh shame…I reckon she would taste delish when she squirts…mmmm…” Joyce purred before pausing. Suddenly she seemed to come back to herself a little. “Oh my! But ‘lene…promise me…you mustn’t tell Faith about any of this! Or my ass is going to pay! And after last night…” She rolled her eyes.

“O-ok,” Arlene answered with a wry smile of her own.

“Thanks – I’m going to get spanked enough over the next two weeks without giving Faithy reason to really punish me!”

Arlene nodded.

“S-so what am I g-going to do sis?” she asked a moment later.

“Oh – yeah – right – well – she’s certainly a Domme…I’m not surprised she had her way with you.”

“Well I suppose she definitely knew how to dominate me.” Arlene admitted nodding her eyes glazing a little, her face briefly taking on a dreamy aspect.

Joyce gave her a smile of understanding.

“You didn’t stand a chance really sis – it’s no surprise really.”

Arlene looked sharply at her sister. “You mean you knew it would happen?”

“Well I wouldn’t say I knew…but there was a good chance…look around you…there’s a reason why we didn’t invite any men…didn’t you wonder why we didn’t invite Donald? It’s just a shame Janine couldn’t join you.”

Arlene frowned. “Janine?” she said, thinking about her daughter. Recently separated from her husband, she was working overseas. Arlene had last heard from her a week before from Hong Kong.

“Well yes – I’m sure she’d have enjoyed herself…we had just the right girl in mind for her.”

“Joyce!” Arlene said in shock.

“What?”

“You can’t talk about my daughter like that!”

“Why not? She’s single again isn’t she?”

“Well – yes…but…”

“So she’d have had a great time with Nikki.” Joyce pointed out a gorgeous looking black woman who was flirting with younger Hispanic girl at a table nebray. The olive skinned girl’s mouth was shaped into a sort of ‘O’ shape as if she was moaning in response to the hand on her thigh. “Not that Nikki appears to have missed out…”

“Did you have it all planned?” Arlene asked weekly following her sister’s gaze around the breakfast hall.

Joyce looked at her sideways her smile crooked almost sly. “We just wanted everyone to share our wedding…” she said a hint mischief in her voice.

At a nearbytable their niece, Lolly’s teenage daughter Celia, was perched on the knee of a tall blonde girl. Her other niece Dawn and her girlfriend were busy giggling as they paid close attention to a striking looking older woman with dark hair and olive skin. Arlene frowned as she looked around. Joyce’s old school friend Patty was quite obviously under the spell of another young woman. Arlene remembered the slender blonde haired woman’s English accent. She thought was called Althenea. Patty’s half-sister Portia on the other hand appeared to have taken the opposite approach as she fondled a young red haired girl on her knee, kissing her passionately.

She was sure neither had ever shown any signs of leaning towards their own sex before. She remembered both their husbands from school.

“You mean you set it all up? Y-you set me up?”

“Well – not exactly,” Joyce looked a little embarrassed. “But there was a pretty good chance that if we put you all in a room together with some of our friends something was going to happen.”

Arlene shook her head. Suddenly the earlier mood of erotic reverie was shattered completely. “I can’t believe you did that – you set me up,” she repeated herself sounding angry now.

Around the breakfast room numerous guests, familiar and unfamiliar to Arlene, pairs of women (and in some cases trios) were deeply, intimately occupied with one another. It seemed not a single individual was left un-partnered.

“Well…yes…I guess…but you said you liked it…with Kendra…” Joyce stammered. “We were only trying to…show you all that there could be more to life! We wanted to share what Faith and I have…’lene – I-I’m sorry – I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I know you didn’t sis.” Arlene’s anger subsided a little at the sight of her sister’s remorse. “But Joyce, I’m married to Donald…”

“I know that sis – and if I thought you were happy I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you. But really…you aren’t happy ‘lene? Are you?”

“I-I…I don’t know Joyce…I’m just so confused…”

Joyce’s smile was soft, kind, sisterly.

“I understand that sis’. I do…but Donald? Come on ‘lene…”

Arlene frowned. In her head thoughts of Kendra tumbled swirling around the pit of guilt she felt at her infidelity. She felt dizzy.

“So are you going to see her again?” Joyce pressed gently and Arlene’s frown became deeper.

“I-I d-don’t know Joy…I just don’t think I can…I-I mean I want to…” she said, wriggling. The stinging pain in her bottom came back to her suddenly; a powerful reminder of what she had been through. Her pulse raced fast again between her legs.

“Listen,” the younger of the two said kindly. “I can’t decide for you – but I kinda reckon this is your chance…to be happy…I think you should take it…”

”No,” she said. “She…I…had to…oh my…” Arlene stammered words failing to form. “I-I…I d-don’t…I don’t think so…”

Tears welled again.

“I-it’s ok sis…”

“N-no it’s not Joy!” A sudden surge of dismay swept through Arlene. “I slept with Kendra…with another woman!”

“I know honey,” Joyce soothed, reaching to for her sister’s hand.

“I-I’ve never done anything like that before.” She replied snatching her hand away. “I’ve never been unfaithful to Donald…and I never, you know, slept with a woman…ever!”

“Me either…until Faith…and now look at me!”

“But you weren’t married Joyce…”

“I know…but I think there’s a reason my marriage to Hank didn’t work out…apart from him being a cheating pig that is… I know you’re confused honey…but it’s ok…I think it’s the same for you…you’re not meant to be with a man…you’re meant to be with a woman – a dominant young woman like Kendra…who can control you…use you…make you her dirty little whore…”

“No!” Arlene interrupted sharply. “No! It’s not ok! I mean…it’s ok for you,” she said with feeling. “I-I’m still married to Donald.”

“I know sis…I understand…and you have to decide what you want…which one you want…but you can’t blame yourself…if you’re falling for her…”

“N-no……m-maybe you’re right…s-she w-was so…forceful – I-I didn’t…couldn’t help myself….”

“And was that good?”

“W-well…I g-guess so…but…” Arlene’s certainty wavered again briefly as her heart raced.

“Sounds like your choice is made.”

“B-but I can’t,” Arlene said, the words thick and grimy like mud and molasses in her mouth. She felt trapped and she wanted to scream.

“You mean you don’t want to?”

“No…I do….but…oh I don’t know…I mean…I’m married.” Arlene realised she was repeating herself. “A-and I-I…I mean…I’ve never been unfaithful to Donald before.”

“I know sis…I know…but really…are you happy with Donald? I mean he’s a nice enough guy and everything…in a cold, dull kind of way…but…he’s…well he’s not exactly a volcano of passion is he? Do you even love him anymore?”

“Joyce!” Arlene cried. “He’s my husband…I took vows…and despite everything I still believe in them…” Inside she had that breaking feeling again. Her heart seemed to be shattering as the certainty that there could be no future for her with Kendra, whether she wanted it or not, crystallised inside her. Her face collapsed, tears welling again. “I-I have to go h-home to D-Donald.” She sniffed. “I c-can’t see Kendra again.”

“Oh ‘lene!” Joyce put her arms around her soothing her. “If you’re sure ‘lene…you are sure aren’t you?”

The older sister nodded sadly, sniffing. She dabbed at the misery that welled in her eyes.

“Oh ‘lene – I’m so sorry for doing this to you.”

“Don’t be…I s-suppose…I’m grateful really,” she stammered. “You helped me really…helped me to have the most amazing night of my life…” she finished with a sob.

Joyce held her sister tenderly as the sobs wracked her.

After a while she asked gently. “Will you tell him about last night?”

Arlene blanched, stiffening.

“Oh God no!” she said. “I-it would be more than he could stand…” she paused briefly as a realisation set in and a sudden look of alarm swept over her features. “Oh God! Th-there are marks…where she…you know…used her belt! Oh God! What if he sees? What will I say?”

Joyce put her hand on her sister’s, calming.

“It’s ok – they’ll only last a couple of days…maybe three…wh-why don’t you stay at mine for a few days? Give yourself some space?”

Arlene looked miserably at Joyce.

“I-I could do that I guess…”

“Yeah…Faith and I won’t be there…you could tell Don you’re staying to look after Dawnie…though I think she and Janice are going to spend the week at Jenny’s.” She rolled her eyes. “I almost pity Jenny – trying to control those two nymphos – except that she’s going to get her pussy licked a lot! So I guess I should really feel for the girls…I think they’re fannies will be very sore by the end of the week…”

“Joyce…really!”

“What?”

“Don’t you mind…about Dawnie?”

“Bit late for that. She and Janice have been sleeping together ages.” Joyce answered in confusion.

“But with Jenny – wasn’t she her teacher?”

Joyce shrugged. “Well yes she was…but she isn’t any more…and she was Buffy’s teacher as well once…” she waggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh my! You mean?”

“Well yeah – she and Buffy had a brief fling a little while back before she started seeing Dayna. But it’s ok – Jenny’s a good person. Dawnie and Janice are both old enough to sleep with whoever they like and if we’re talking about age gaps – Jenny’s closer to Dawn’s age than I am to Faith’s…and…they all seem happy…where’s the harm?”

“I-I suppose…when you put it like that…”

“So anyway sis – stay at mine a couple of days…or as long as you want…you’ll have the place to yourself. Unless you invite those two…because it looks like they might need somewhere private for a few days…”

Joyce nodded her head towards where their youngest sister approached with her new lover.

“Oh my…” Arlene repeated herself at the sight. Darla’s hand rested possessively on Lolly’s bottom as they drew near.

“Guess Lolly had an interesting night as well.” Joyce said wickedly.

She looked back towards her youngest sister and her companion. It would be impossible to mistake Lolly for anyone except the youngest sister of Arlene and Joyce. She shared the same reddish blonde hair curls and green eyes. Her features were fine, attractive. She was tall, a little curvier than her two older siblings perhaps, but her legs were long and her waist slender.

Arlene stared at her sister. Lolly seemed to be experiencing none of the same qualms about her wedding vows. She shook her head, envious of her youngest sister’s easy going confidence, not for the first time.

The youngest of the three sisters grinned brazenly at them. Beside her the striking blonde woman with blue eyes and slender curves drew her close. She was a younger than Lolly, though not so young as Kendra or Faith, and her hand roamed Lolly’s bottom. Arlene had been introduced to her the previous day. She thought her name was Darla. Her sister seemed to squirm a little in discomfort as the blonde beauty’s hand squeezed.

The oldest sister felt lost; the way she had left it with Kendra made her chest ache. The young black woman had not waited around earlier, leaving the hotel straight away when they had parted. If she had still been there Arlene knew her resolve would have crumbled.

Arlene had spent just a day at Revello Drive. She’d rung Donald and told him she was staying over to spend a couple of days with Lolly. Unfortunately where Lolly went – so did her companion Darla and it seemed that her youngest sister did not share Arlene’s sense of guilt about fidelity to her husband.

She barely laid eyes on them all day as they emerged from Joyce’s bedroom only briefly – but she had heard them plenty as the sound of Lolly’s tearful cries as she was soundly and repeatedly spanked became the equally loud howls of ecstasy as Darla then made love to her. It had all served only to remind her of Kendra and what she had lost.

And it had all been too much for Arlene to cope with.

The following morning she decided that the belt marks across her bottom had faded sufficiently and she left to drive back up-state with a heavy heart.

Donald had not been there to meet her, despite her calling to leave him a message. His golf clubs had been missing.

She had been thankful.

In the empty house an image of the young black woman who had seduced her formed in her mind. Naked, whip in hand and her eyes aflame, Kendra filled her thoughts.

“Oh Kendra,” she breathed.

Donald had said little on his return from the county club. He rarely said much and he barely touched her. He certainly did not notice that she was different. Nor did he pay sufficient attention to notice the now, almost faded, marks on her bottom. Part of her wished he did.

Arlene traced them in the bathroom mirror and she masturbated – for the first time in – as long as she could remember – thinking of Kendra.

She had begun masturbating frequently after that.

Donald had made love to her once, a week after her return. He seemed to want to and she had tried, but it was cold, passionless, mercifully brief.

His limp form over her seemed everything that Kendra’s warm, taut body wasn’t.

When he pulled himself off her she waited for him to fall asleep. It did not take long before he was snoring gently, and she slipped out of the bed quietly heading for the shower. Once clean of him she touched herself again saying Kendra’s name over and over to herself. Tears mingled with the shower as she came, shaking.

She spoke briefly with Lolly one night. Her youngest sister told her in hushed tones, not wanting to be overheard, how she and Darla had made love all week at Joyce’s house; how, at the end of that week, she had promised herself to her lover. Lolly sounded happy. She told Arlene that Darla had ordered her not to let her husband touch her when she returned home; how she had been ordered to tell Dan that she now belonged to her; that she was going to leave him; how she was going to move in with Darla in a few days; becoming her slave.

Arlene felt her heart aching in response. She envied her sister her decision – though part of her pitied Dan. Unlike Donald he had never been one to spend most of his time at work or on the golf-course, or bowling, or drinking beer with his buddy’s.

Joyce, happy – deliriously so – on her return from her honeymoon, called her to check how she was. Despite her sympathy for her sister she could not help but share the details of the places and the ways in which Faith had made love to her. She asked Arlene whether she had thought about Kendra.

Arlene lied.

Somehow she managed to navigate her way through almost a month after the wedding hoping that the feeling of loss would fade; but somehow it only grew stronger.

Her brother in law called asking if she knew where Lolly was, telling her that her sister must have lost her mind. He sounded distraught and she had felt awful for him – at least until he began to blame ‘that other sister of yours’. ‘The pervert’, he called her – along with a few other choice, hate-filled phrases.

So she lied again.

The tension grew inside her. The secret she kept from Don; her envy of her sisters; the undeniable fact of her longing for Kendra. Secretly she began to consume pornography after she had stumbled across one of Donald’s old Playboys in the den. She found herself admiring other women – on the street or at the supermarket; in gym – especially in the gym. When a potential client openly flirted with her she felt happier than she had in weeks. Slowly she began to realise that the changes she felt might be permanent.

It was a month after the wedding that she saw her. Or at least she thought she did. She was the right build; dark skinned, broad shoulders and strong arms shown off by her mauve tank-top with spaghetti straps. Encased in black hipsters her powerful buttocks demanded Arlene’s appreciative gaze, triggering a powerful sense of longing and desire that made her heart thud.

Before she knew what she was doing Arlene was crossing the street, calling out Kendra’s name.

“Kendra! Baby…it’s me…I’m sorry!” she called reaching for the young woman’s hand.

At the touch of her hand the dark skinned girl turned around, surprise on her face.

“You must have me mistaken,” the stranger answered, pulling her hand away.

And then the tears came – in floods – as she fled in dismay, mortified and humiliated and utterly broken.

Arlene wept for hours. Fortunately Donald worked late that night. By the time he returned home she had cried herself out. In the morning she had reached her decision.

Arlene Wilson left her husband that day.

She called Joyce to ask if she could stay with her and Faith for a few nights, and then she packed a bag and returned to Sunnydale.

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