Forgive?
Well, Hillary can do so with her philandering husband, but not me.
I found out by accident that Sidney had a girlfriend, but they had not gone to the sex part of it - - yet. This I found out by snooping on his e-mails. I also found out they were going to take it all the way while I was out of the country on business for a fortnight. For obvious reasons - - financial - - he could not survive without me. So I knew I could confront him and get away with any threats and action I wanted.
I prowled the internet and found the perfect item, an aluminum ball which fitted around a man's crotch and then locked. It was lightweight, small enough that an erection was not possible, and with holes for ventilation and cleaning. The day before my trip, I confronted him with the evidence and he hesitatingly confessed.
Why?
Because I was too "cold" and this girlfriend was a compassionate person.
Me, cold and calculating? I didn't get to be an executive by being warm.
Right then I gave him a choice, wearing the device or a divorce.
He thought about the consequences of living with a small amount of money and then agreed to the device. He took a shower and then laid on the bed, with his legs spread out. I put it on him, tightened the screws, and then put the outer panel over the inner panel and locked it. But I wasn't done with him!
That night I invited six of my girlfriends over to the house for a farewell party. When they had gathered, I ordered him into the room and then to strip. You can imagine the expressions on their faces when they saw an aluminum ball where his crotch should be! I then handed each one a key to the house and told them they could drop by at any time to check on him.
And to make sure he would always be there, I brought out a set of manacles - - aluminum with leather inside, and an 18-inch chain - - and locked them onto his ankles. There was no way he could leave the house because he couldn't put on anything like pants. Only a long dress, if he dared.
One more thing - - I unlocked the padlock for the ball and hung a large jingle bell onto the hasp and then relocked it. No way he was going to be moving around without making a sound! (And if he dared to go out in a long dress, imagine how he would have to explain the jungling sound.)
One of my friends asked about the keys in case of an emergency. I told them I was going to send them to another girlfriend, whose identity I was not going to reveal. If they needed the keys, they could send me an e-mail and I would e-mail the keyholder who would overnight them.
The next morning as I was preparing to leave, Sidney begged me not to go through with this. Not only did I tell him it was impossible to ignore what he did, but I handed him a list of chores which he was to have finished by the time I returned. At least I was nice enough to make them all inside! As for his going out to get the mail at the curbside box, that was his problem.
You can imagine that when I returned, I had a very loving and contrite and obedient husband. One who appreciated my "tough love" attitude.
Charlene
08.12.07