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This is a story of redemption. It is a story of finding love.
CHAPTER 1
"Well I think" piped up Jerry as the family discussion around the table got interesting.
"Who gives a fuck what you think?" snarled his wife at him. "Just fill your gob with something and shut the fuck up!"
Jerry felt his face get red. He bowed his head and said nothing. Everyone at the table was quiet for a moment. Amy, his wife just carried on the conversation as though nothing had happened. The others tentatively got back into the conversation.
This was how it always was between Jerry and his wife. She was a bitch of a shrew, who took every opportunity to beat him down in public and especially in the presence of her family.
"Well I would like to hear your opinion Jerry." said Bob looking right at the man across the table from him.
Bob was a friend of Sherry, one of Amy's sisters. He was a newcomer to the family. He attended university with her. She had often invited him over the past several months. He had seen Amy's verbal brutalization of Jerry and the rest of the family before. When he had asked Sherry about it she just shrugged and said, "Well at least she no longer attacks any of us anymore... she was always like this."
"Why do you let her?"
"Do you want to take her on? She is awful when she gets a hate on for you"
"Again I ask. Why do you let her? The gang of you ought to be able to take her on."
The conversation basically went no further from there. Obviously this woman had everyone terrorized
"Well I would like to hear your opinion Jerry"
There was a deathly silence that fell over the whole room. Sherry turned white as a sheet glancing furtively at her sister.
Amy slowly turned her face toward the offending voice. "Well another asshole heard from" she said "You're new here but you might as well learn right off the bat, I said no one wants to hear what he thinks, and that's what I meant" She turned away again and continued talking.
"Well I want to know what you think Jerry" Bob said again looking at Jerry, who was now looking up almost pleadingly at Bob.
"Fuck off" Amy said again with a snarl in her voice. "Sherry! Get your asshole of a boyfriend under control will you?"
Sherry cowered in her place and nudged Bob under the table with her leg to get him to be quiet. The others at the table all had their heads down studying their plates.
Bob couldn't be quiet though. "I don't understand Amy. What gives you the right to belittle your husband and everyone else?" He felt himself getting angrier and his voice rose. "In other words, who the fuck do you think you are?"
Amy rose in her chair. Bob thought she was going to come across the table at him but he stayed calm. He got up too and faced her down
"You little shit" she literally shrieked at him "You come into this family and talk to me like this! You shut your fuckin' face when you are here. I'll tell you when you can talk asshole!"
Bob smiled, it took super human strength to do it but he managed his calmest smile. "You see Amy, from what I can gather, you have mistaken me and everyone else for people who care what you think. They may all be afraid of you but they all think you are a fuckin' bitch, and they are right in their thinking. So why don't you shut the fuck up yourself? We are all fed up with the way you treat Jerry and everyone else"
You could have cut the air with a chainsaw. Sherry sat staring wide eyed at Bob. Her mother got up and fled to the kitchen to avoid the coming onslaught. Her sister Margaret and Andy her husband slowly pushed back from the table. Jerry who was out of the line of sight of Amy who was staring, no glaring malevolently at Bob, had a frightened and bemused look on his face. Bob thought he also recognized a bit of a smile on the man's face.
Amy was so angry she was speechless for once in her life. No one in the family or among her friends had ever challenged her before.
Bob stood there his eyes locked on hers. After a few seconds Amy spun around and stormed out.
"Well" said Jerry as though to himself with a nervous sigh "That's going to be fun tonight, thanks Bob" He got up and went outside
Bob got up and followed him, leaving the others in a stunned silence
"Jerry" said Bob quietly as he caught up to the man in the backyard. "I didn't mean or want to cause you more trouble; I just don't understand why she treats you like this. Or, why you let her."
"Probably the worse thing I ever did in my life was to marry that witch..."
JERRY!!! Get your fuckin' ass in here! We're going home!" came the shrill voice of his wife from the patio door.
"Don't go Jerry. You don't deserve to be treated like this."
Jerry looked at Bob as if he were contemplating what the other man was challenging him to do. He took a deep breath and with a calm voice called back "You go if you like Dear, I'm going to stay a bit"
"YOU ASSHOLE! YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO DO. GET YOUR FUCKIN ASS OVER HERE NOW!"
"Shut your fuckin mouth Bitch!" A voice came from over the fence somewhere.
Again there was a deafening and stunned silence. Bob stifled a laugh. Jerry smiled at him actually
"Don't go Jerry" said Bob, grabbing the man's arm.
Jerry paused and looked at Bob, then turned to face his wife. In a firmer voice he said. "No Dear I am not going home right now I am visiting with Bob and I will get home later. You go if you like or visit if you like, I'm staying"
Amy came flying off the patio and stormed across the yard. Her face set like flint mottled white and red in a furious rage. "You son of a bitch!" She stormed. She raised her hand to slap Jerry but found her wrist firmly grasped by Bob's hand.
"I wouldn't if I were you" he said calmly.
She tried to pull herself away. Jerry took hold of Bob's hand who released Amy. Amy in turn hauled off and slapped her husband so hard that he reeled back. Her hand print was clearly seen on his face.
Only instead of cowering as he had done for so long under her reign of terror over him; with everyone watching (Bob and Amy right there and the rest of the family from the house); instead of cowering they saw his take a deep breath puffing his chest out and in a clear steady voice say "Don't you ever do that again. You go home now and when I get home later you had better be gone" with that he turned his back on his wife and with Bob walked to another part of the yard as though nothing had happened.
For the first time in her life Amy didn't know what to do. She was still in a rage, but the object of her rage just walked away and ignored her as though she didn't exist. What did he mean "You had better be gone"?
She hesitated, then turned and stalked back the house. The rest of the family scattered as she came in. She walked straight through the house not looking left or right, not saying a word, and out the front door. A moment later Jerry and Bob heard the squeal of tires as she sped off.
"Why Jerry? Why does she treat you like that and why have you let her?"
Jerry suddenly found himself weeping like a child. His whole body convulsing with sobs. Bob put his arm over the man's shoulder and pulled him in. He led him over to a garden bench where they sat down.
"I... I'm... I'm sorry" Jerry stuttered between sobs. "I don't know where that came from"
"It's ok man"
As he got himself together Jerry started "To answer your question I really don't know why I married her. She was always like you see here today. Only when we were courting she toned it down on me. The family got the brunt of her attacks. But once we were married ... fuck... it has been hell for the last 3 years."
"Why does she hate everyone so?"
"I really don't know, she just does. She can't keep a job because of the way she treats people. She is smart and should be way up there, but that mouth of hers does her in every time."
Jerry continued "I shouldn't have married in the first place"
"Why did you then?"
"It was just to please my family really. I was 22 and not married or even looking, my father and mother were on my back all the time, so I kind of took the first woman that came my way."
"You didn't want to get married?"
"Not really"
"Me either, women don't do anything for me" Bob said. The last phrase came out uninvited and immediately he regretted saying it.
Jerry looked at him. Bob felt himself blushing
I thought that you... know you and Sherry..."
Bob laughed nervously "Nah we're really just friends from both our parts. She and I are, as you know lab partners and it is nothing more than that. She is no more interested in me than I am in her ... at least in that way."
"Oh" was all that Jerry said. Then he added "to tell the truth women don't do a whole lot for me either, and frankly Amy cured my of them for good I'm sure" He laughed wryly
He got up "I guess I better get home and see if I can salvage anything"
"Why don't you come to my place tonight? Let her stew for a while."
Jerry stared at the other man. "I don't know man, she is already mad enough"
"Frankly Jer she needs to think about what she is doing. You threatened her tonight. Let her stew over that."
"I know I have to go home and see it through. It is over between us but I think I have to go home to confront her."
Bob stood up and put his hands on Jerry's shoulders and looked into his eyes. "You need to give her time to fret man. Come on we'll go and have a beer and go to my place and than I'll drive you home later... you don't have a car remember?"
Jerry gave a short laugh "Oh yeah, not too bright of me"
Sherry called from the house "Jerry! Amy's on the phone."
Jerry looked at Bob and then called back. "Tell her I'm not interested in talking to her right now"
To Bob he said "Let's go!" For the first time in a long time he felt absolutely liberated and almost giddy. They ran up to the house and got their coats. Jerry thanked his mother-in-law for dinner and Bob told Sherry he would see her at school. With that they left.
As they drove away Bob said "Listen I want to go and get changed out of this monkey suit before we go out. Ok?" He pulled at his tie as he drove.
Jerry just nodded. The moment of elation was gone again. The original dread was back. Amy was going to beat the shit out of him when he got home.
"You OK Man?" Bob brought him out of his reverie.
"Wha? Oh yeah just thinking"
"Amy?"
"Yeah"
"Listen man you don't owe her anything and you don't have to take that kind of shit she is dishing out to you.
Moments later Jerry found himself convulsed in tears again. Bob put his hand on the man's shoulder as he drove but said nothing. When they arrived at Bob's apartment Jerry said he would wait outside while Bob changed.
"C'mon in Jerry. You should change too, we're about the same size I got an extra pair of jeans and a t-shirt you can borrow. You'll be more comfortable.
Inside Bob found Jerry a change of clothes and started to strip. Jerry just watched him at first and then took his clothes off as well.
"Wow, you've got a good looking body man! You work out?" Bob asked looking Jerry over. The were both standing in their briefs
Jerry blushed "Yeah actually I go to the gym as often as I can, to keep away from the witch." He smiles sadly. Then looking at Bob he added "You're not looking that bad yourself"
"Thanks, I swim and do some weights"
"You look good" Jerry said almost too quietly for Bob to hear and then he started to cry again.
Bob took him in his arms. "It's ok man, It's going to be ok." He kissed Jerry gently on the forehead and stroked his hair.
For the first time in a long time Jerry felt loved and something that felt like love from another human being. He melted into Bob's arms like he belonged there, resting his head on the other man's shoulder. It felt so good.
They stood there for several moments. Bob felt good holding this vulnerable man in his arms. It felt so right. This man needed him. He hugged Jerry close. "You should stay here tonight Jer, you're in no shape to go home, you should stay here. We'll go out for a few beers and thencome back and crash here." He spoke all this softly, soothingly.
Jerry just nodded. His briefs were starting to feel kind of tight, but he loved the feeling of Bob with his arms around him. This is where he belonged. "I would like that Bob" he sighed as he backed out of the embrace. "Thank you. I'm sorry I'm really feeling real emotional."
"I understand man"
"It felt good to have you hold me, I know it is weird and you probably don't usually hug crying half naked men but thank you it felt real good"
"Anytime you need a hug man, I'm here for you" replied Bob not really knowing what else to say. He too had noticed a tightening in his briefs and as Jerry stepped back he noticed the other man had a distinct bulge in his.
The got dressed on silence and moments later went out.
They went to a local bar and sat in a corner where they talked for a long time. Bob was trying to understand how a seemingly intelligent man could get involved with a woman like Amy.
"The thing is Bob" Jerry said at one point "I never wanted to get married in the first place, if something were to happen to Amy I would not get hooked up with another woman."
"Then why did you get married Jer?" Bob asked.
Jerry smiled embarrassed "It was a stupid thing to do. Like I said before, I felt pressure from home and from my church to get married. It was like, `Men get married or people will think they're strange...' that was basically the gist of the pressure. Around that time Amy somehow got involved with my circle of friends at work and since all the other guys were attached Amy and I kind of slipped into a loose sort of relationship. Well then one thing led to another and we got married." Jerry paused "The worst mistake I ever made. Thank God we don't have any kids"
"Phew" Bob whistled "People will think you're strange if you don't marry?"
Jerry shrugged
"Man! Were you sold a bill of goods and for what? Three years of misery?"
"Tell me about it man. I would give anything to get out of it"
"Have you thought of divorce?"
"Many times but my folks and the church would freak"
"Pardon my language Jer but `fuck the church' They have nothing to do with it, I'm guessing from Amy's language she doesn't attend church"
Jerry laughed "Yeah, but then neither have I for quite a while now actually"
Bob got up, "C'mon lets go back to the apartment, we can talk some more there"
"I should probably call home to see how Amy is"
"I think you should wait till tomorrow and then call, let her stew about it for a night."
As they walked back to the apartment a couple blocks away, they continued talking. Jerry felt comfortable with Bob. The man actually was interested in what he had to say and didn't make him feel foolish or make fun of him. He hadn't talked so much in a long time. It felt good. He found himself walking close to Bob so that every now and then his hand would make contact with Bob's as they walked
Bob himself was wondering about some of the things that they had talked about.
"So what about you Bob? No marriage in your future? Like Sherry?"
Bob felt his heart jump when Jerry asked the question. He laughed out loud at the same time causing Jerry to laugh as well. "No!... no no no no. I'm not the marrying type, and your family is really not great advertising for the state of matrimony." He paused.
Jerry looked over at his new friend expecting more and seeing Bob in thought said nothing.
"The thing is Jerry, like you I s'pose I never really wanted to get married. My folks are cool with that and I have no church or friends to really pressure me. Oh there is the odd one that will try to set me up but frankly I really have no interest in women beyond a friendship or acquaintance level.
Jerry chewed on that for a bit and they walked in silence.
"Me too" he said after a moment
They had arrived at the apartment at that point and the conversation was left there but not before Bob made a mental note to raise the subject again... What did Jerry mean by "Me too"?
They could hear the phone beeping that there was a message as they walked in.
"Uh oh" said Bob, smiling sadly at Jerry, "I'll bet that's not for me"
"You would probably win that bet"
Bob hit the answering machine play button. "Bob? This is Sherry do you know where Jerry is? Amy is looking for him and needs to talk to him. Call me"
Bob looked questioningly at Jerry
Jerry nodded almost imperceptibly. Bob dialed Sherry's number. "Sher? Bob here, What's up?"
Pause
"Yeah he's here. Want to talk to him?"
Bob handed the phone to Jerry. He squeezed Jerry's shoulder as he left the room to let Jerry speak in private.
"Hi Sherry"
"Jerry what's going on? Amy is wild! You have to go home. I'm afraid she is going to do some damage."
"Honestly Sherry? I don't give a damn. I'll call her when I am good and ready and it is not tonight. That's all I got to say Sherry, I'm not going to take any of her shit anymore. I'll call her when I am good and ready. The way I see it right now that should be some time after Hell freezes over."
"Jerry you have to go home"
"Actually Sherry no. I don't. Why don't you go? Listen I'm tired and I'm done for the night g'night Sherry." With that Jerry hung up.
A wave of nausea came over him, not thinking that he would make it to the bathroom he ran to the kitchen and threw up in the sink. Bob came out and helped him running cold water to wash the vomit away and gently rubbing Jerry's back. "It's ok man that was brave, I'm proud of you"
Once again Jerry to his embarrassment found himself convulsing in sobs as his emotions at the horror of what was happening to him overwhelmed him. Bob took him in his arms and gently led him back to the living room. They sat down Bob still holding him close. They sat for sometime until Jerry gained control again.
He sat up and then stood up. "I'm sorry man you don't need to see this shit. Puking in your sink and crying on your shoulder. What you must think of me..." He fought and won control over his emotions and the onslaught of tears again.
"Its cool man, it's cool"
"No! I should be more of a man, as my dad always says `Real men don't cry'"
"Well whatever, I'm ok with it. Men should be allowed to show their emotions. You've been through Hell. I'm here for you."
"Thanks Bob it means a lot but lets talk about something else now..." Jerry had started pacing around the room. "I need to think of other things. Like... uh... so you said you have no interest in women other than in friendship, what did you mean?
"Well..." Bob now felt a tightening in his chest as he looked for words. "It's just that I never really ... like when I was growing up and well you know when I was thirteen or fourteen, all my friends were going all gaga about the girls in our class. I really couldn't see what the excitement was about."
"That's how I felt too" said Jerry
Bob smiled. "One time one of my friends brought over one of his brother's porn mags, you know the real explicit ones. Like way beyond Playboy. I was looking at all that cunt and I thought `gross man' while my friend was talking about how he's like to shove his cock deep into it."
Jerry nodded like he knew exactly what Bob was talking about... in fact hedid. In a soft voice looking Bob in the face he said. "I remember seeing a picture of a guy fucking a woman in a magazine like that and all I could think was `wow look at the cock on that guy'." Jerry blushed deeply as he spoke. "I should go I guess"
Bob got up from where he was sitting. "Don't go Jer; I'd like you to stay"
Jerry stared at Bob as if trying to read the man's mind. Bob walked over to him. To Jerry it seemed like everything was in slow motion.
Bob reached up and took Jerry's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. "I think you and I are a lot a like Jer, and I would like you to stay." He said softly. Then moving his hands off Jerry's shoulders gently to his face, he kissed the man softly on the lips.
It was all that Jerry needed. He burst into tears again. "Oh Bob, oh Bob, oh Bob" he sobbed. He couldn't say anything else.
Bob folded him into his arms. It is going to be alright now Ger, she's not going to hurt you anymore. I'll take care of you."
Jerry just leaned into his friend's shoulder his arms tight around Bob as if he was afraid he would lose him.
The sat down on the chesterfield still in embrace. Bob kissed him again. This time Jerry responded. Bob gently stroked Jerry's face tracing his fingers over the man's eyes and contours.
"C'mon" he whispered. Lets go to bed. You are exhausted and need to sleep. Tomorrow is another day" He got up, urging Jerry up with him, and then led him to the bedroom. Jerry hung back.
"It's ok Jerry" Bob said quietly, "I'm not expecting anything of you. I'm just offering you a place to sleep tonight. We can talk in the morning."
Jerry nodded. Suddenly he felt so very tired. The emotion of the day caught up to him. Following Bob's example he got undressed. They took turns in the bathroom and got into bed. Bob turned out the light. He lightly touched Jerry's shoulder.
"It's going to be ok friend"
Bob lay awake for sometime after Jerry fell asleep which was almost right away.
What had he gotten into? What was Amy likely to do? Whatever the case he felt an affinity to this man and a desire to help him. He felt other things as well but those would have to wait till Jerry was ready.
The last time Bob looked at his bedside clock it was just about quarter after two.