I rolled over in bed just in time to see my husband push a small red note book under his pillow.
"What's that?" I asked, fighting the sleep that was washing over me.
"Nothing, never mind," he said "Go back to sleep."
Not having any choice I closed my eyes, making a mental note to find the book the next day.
For four months I searched the house from top to bottom without success. Just as I was thinking the book was a figment of my imagination it fell out of a pair of shorts I was about to wash.
I wished I had never found the damn book. Peter had recorded every time we had sex. The dates and times were recorded in neat columns along with a grade. If I had been the only one, I would not have been pleased but I could have lived with it. But I was not alone, two other women were recorded in the book.
When I got over the shock, I began to compare grades. To my dismay I scored B's and B+s, where Marilyn and Jean had scored mostly A's. After thinking about this for a while, I decided not to confront him but to find a way to bring up my grade.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Peter asked one night not long after.
"I've been reading," I said, disengaging myself and hoping out of the bed.
"Where the hell are you going? You can't leave me like this."
"What grade did I get?" I screamed at him.
"Stop the foolishness and get back to bed."
"What grade did I get?" I screamed even louder.
"A, A+ Gold Star. come back to bed," he begged.
"Make sure you record it in your little red book," I said, getting back into my panties
"Come back here," he shouted.
But it was too late, I quietly closed the front door and walked into the arms of my Teacher.
"What's that?" I asked, fighting the sleep that was washing over me.
"Nothing, never mind," he said "Go back to sleep."
Not having any choice I closed my eyes, making a mental note to find the book the next day.
For four months I searched the house from top to bottom without success. Just as I was thinking the book was a figment of my imagination it fell out of a pair of shorts I was about to wash.
I wished I had never found the damn book. Peter had recorded every time we had sex. The dates and times were recorded in neat columns along with a grade. If I had been the only one, I would not have been pleased but I could have lived with it. But I was not alone, two other women were recorded in the book.
When I got over the shock, I began to compare grades. To my dismay I scored B's and B+s, where Marilyn and Jean had scored mostly A's. After thinking about this for a while, I decided not to confront him but to find a way to bring up my grade.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Peter asked one night not long after.
"I've been reading," I said, disengaging myself and hoping out of the bed.
"Where the hell are you going? You can't leave me like this."
"What grade did I get?" I screamed at him.
"Stop the foolishness and get back to bed."
"What grade did I get?" I screamed even louder.
"A, A+ Gold Star. come back to bed," he begged.
"Make sure you record it in your little red book," I said, getting back into my panties
"Come back here," he shouted.
But it was too late, I quietly closed the front door and walked into the arms of my Teacher.
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