Is it Crap...part 6
I held the lingerie up by its tiny straps. It was a froth of cheap, bubblegum pink nylon with little round doilies of gold lace over the nipple areas. With matching lace ruffles around the legs. Open crotch.
"I will kill him." The thought formed slowly and the words were whispered behind clenched teeth.
"Then, I'm gong to kill her." I didn'teven know who she was, but I was damn well going to find out.
Blood pounded in my head and I felt sick to my stomach. A little dizzy. Then I realized I was hyperventilating. I sat down on the unmade bed and tried to breathe normally.
It was hard because this wasn't normal.
I knew what normal was. It was my life - until now. When the nausea faded, I looked at the evidence of his unfaithfulness again.
Outside of being wrinkled, it didn't appear to have been used. At least it hadn't been laundered from the condition of the papery tag sewn into the back seam. I fingered the tag and squinted at the information printed in English, Spanish and French. Nylon/acrylic. Hand wash, line dry. Size XXL.
XXL? Craig Williams, my husband of nineteen years, was having an affair with a fat woman. I cringed at my attitude. There was nothing wrong with being fat. My friend, Lily, was plump. I was carrying a few extra pounds myself. Nothing wrong with it. Besides,XXL didn't necessarily mean fat. She could be big boned. Or tall. Maybe statuesque.
She was probably a freaking Amazon goddess.
In my bed. With my husband
That certainly explained why we rarely had sex any more. Craig was having Amazon-sex with his voluptuous mistress instead of Pygmy-sex with his five-foot-two-inch wife.
"Skye?" Craig's voice floated up the stairwell to me. "I'm home."
I froze like I'd been caught sweeping dirt under a rug. I glanced around the room, searching for a place to hide the offending lingerie. What the hell was I thinking? I didn't need to hide the damn lingerie. I wasn't the one who'd hidden it under his side of the bed.
Not crap at all.
I like the "not usual" motif of the other woman being XXL. I'd keep reading for sure.
And for all you eagle eyed Snarklings out there, yes I know it's not perfect, but our question today is : "does it survive the 85% crap pile", NOT "is it ready to go to a publisher"