Herb could sense that something was different about Tracy as she walked into the Kitchen the next morning. She had come in well after midnight from visiting with their Daughter, and after taking a shower she had sneaked in bed and rolled over and went to sleep without saying a word to him.
Now as he was sitting at the Kitchen table readying the paper, he noticed that she had not dresses this morning, as she was still wearing her robe.
"Morning hon, how did it go with Cassie? You didn't wake me last night when you came in."
She didn't reply but went over to the sink to put last nights dinner dishes into the dishwasher. It was not like his wife to not respond, especially when they weren't fighting, so he got up and walked up behind her to kiss her neck.
He could sense her stiffening up as he wrapped his arms around her waist, and as he nuzzled her neck, to give her a good morning kiss, he noticed what appeared to be a bruise on her neck.
"Honey, whats with your nec..."
What the fuck he thought... that was no bruise, it was a fucking hickey!
"Trace... what's this on your neck?"
She dropped her head down and didn't say a word, as she frantically tried to think of something to say.
"Trace, is that a hickey?"
The slight nod, told him that something must have happened last night.
As she turned around to face her husband, the fear that was on her face became apparent to him, and he put his hand under her chin so that she would look at him.
"Trace... what's going on?"
With down trodden eyes, she said in barely a whisper... "I went over to see Cass last night."
"Yeah, I know, so what?"
All of a sudden it was like a dam had burst, as she quickly tried to explain what happened.
"Herb, I met Steve at the door, and he barreled right past me and wouldn't speak to me, and he got into his car and tore up their front lawn getting away as fast as he could."
"Huh?"
"I went into their house, and there were a bunch of black men in there, so I ran quickly up to their bedroom, and Herb..."
"There was a ..."
"What babes... what's going on?"
"There was a black guy on the bed with Cass, and ... well you know... he was ... HE WAS FUCKING HER!"
It was Herb's turn to become speechless, as in his mind he tried to blot out what his wife was trying to tell him.
"Herb, he was fucking her, and she didn't seem to mind in the least bit! When the guy got up and left the room, she told me that Steve had taken his wedding ring off, and told her he was getting a divorce!"
"So..."
Tracy held her hand up to stop her husband, as she now wanted to somehow tell her husband what happened next.
"Herb, I'm sorry... I... uhm..."
