Dawn's Revenge

If my refusal to acknowledge Vanessa seems impossible, you haven't experienced the power of a woman. I am not afraid to state plainly what other texts only dare hint at. Secret knowledge is not secret because people choose to hide it. It is secret because most people are too delusional to believe it. Here is the truth...if a righteous life of celibacy is difficult, the alternative is virtually impossible. If my brother's story wasn't evidence enough, read...

Jimmy was a buddy of mine. He got married to the love of his life, Dawn. They were in love, truly as far as I could tell. Jimmy always thought I was gay because I had sworn off women, but that's beside the point...

After they were married about a year, I was at a party with Dawn. We were having some beer and chatting about sex. She knew I was celibate, but liked to tease me about it. She knows I find her extremely beautiful, and likes to flirt. We were all sitting in the living room and she decided to start nibbling on my ear - as a joke...totally innocent. Just then Jimmy walked in. He didn't think it was funny.

So later they had an argument and he brought it up. He got all high and mighty, claiming he would never think of cheating on her. She said something like...

"You self-righteous son-of-a-bitch. You always think you have the moral high ground."
"I do. I've never cheated on you once. Until you see me nibbling on some chick's ear, that's the way it will be."

Indeed, Jimmy had never cheated on Dawn. He wouldn't have been able to keep it from me. We've been friends all our lives. Even when she became completely cold, he wouldn't dream of it. She was a flirt, and although she had never cheated on him (to my knowledge), he used that fact to claim moral superiority, to her chagrin.

Anyway, I got a call from Jimmy one night a few weeks after that party.

"I've done something terrible," he said.

He was on a business trip to California and was chatting with some blond at a conference. Apparently she was short and pretty, and insisted on showing Jimmy her new tattoo. He said she basically pushed him into a closet, lowered her pants to show him her tat, then got on her knees and gave him a blow job. He said it caught him totally off-guard. She just unzipped his pants, pulled it out and started giving him oral sex.

"What was I supposed to do? There she was, a totally random girl. She had short blond hair, perfect body, and, to make things even more wicked, a crucifix necklace of all things. At the time I thought...'no one would ever know about it. No harm done, right?' But now I feel so guilty."

I promised I wouldn't tell anyone and told him to take it easy and forget about it. If it really bothered him, I suggested he tell Dawn. She would understand, and she knows he is otherwise incorruptible.

He couldn't bring himself to tell her about it. He was riddled with guilt. But, I suspect it bothered him even more that he could no longer claim he hadn't cheated on her. He had fallen off his high horse, which might have been the reason he didn't tell her.

All hell broke loose the next time they were in a fight. Dawn screamed out...

"Don't get all high and mighty with me, Jimmy, I've never committed adultery in a closet with some random whore!"

That night Jimmy came over to my house and punched me in the face.

I was the only one he had told, and he assumed I had spilled the beans. I told him I hadn't said anything to anyone, which was true. I would never say a word about it, and he knows that. He left thinking that I had told someone else who told Dawn.

I was pissed.

The next day I met Dawn at work. She works nearby and we do lunch sometimes. She asked me how I got my black eye and I told her. Then I said...

"Dawn, I didn't tell anyone about the incident. How did you find out?"
"People talk, Magnus. Word travels fast. I will tell Jimmy it wasn't you that told me."
"He won't believe me. I'm the only one he told."

Just then a girl walked up to her cube and stood next to me. She told Dawn something work related and then held out her hand to introduce herself.

"Hi, I'm Lacy."

Short blond hair, crucifix necklace, stunning body. I looked at Dawn who sat still, perfectly innocent.

"You have such handsome friends, Dawn, you want me to do this one too?"

I found out that Lacy was the one who pushed Jimmy into the closet. Dawn had told Lacy about the argument and Lacy, being the adventurous type, decided she would put Jimmy in his place once she learned he would be at the same conference.

Jimmy never lived this down and Dawn used it as a weapon every time they got into a tiff.

This event only hints at the necessity to adopt a chaste and single lifestyle, but points in the right direction. I decided I would not permit an iron fist to hover over my head in the form of an embittered woman. I would not sacrifice what humanity I had to the whims of her twisted distractions and compulsions. How could any man claim a sense of moral superiority over a woman while chained to a body and mind so easily overwhelmed?

What spoils have been occupied by the exploitation of man's great weakness?

One might argue all of them.