Silence of Dinner

When dinner was done, she asked where was she going next. The driver shrugged his shoulders. That didn’t sound too good. Would this be the last ride? What was going to happen next? Another shrugged shoulder.

As Juan directed her to the limo, she saw hubby open the door without a word. The man looked very much like special ops. Even down to the ear-piece that was not there before. The eye contact they made showed no emotions other than intense soul piercing gaze. He was seeing right through her. But she wasn’t sure what he was saying.

As she settled into the car, her phone buzzed. It was a text from her BFF inquiring about why she was late to the theater.

Wait, what theater. The plans were canceled, weren’t they not? OK, no. This is hubby’s plans here. The plans weren’t. But what was she up against?

Did she have a choice?

She wound down the divide. She needed to know who was driving and where she was going. Turns out, it was not hubby who slid into the driver’s seat. It was her driver. He had his friendly smile back.

She barked out her questions in rapid fire. Her patiences had suddenly run thin. This was getting to be a bit too much. She had not agreed to be part of this elaborate scheme. As great as the moments were, this was no longer about her fun. It was now about figuring where she sat in the chess pieces being played on a checkers board.

Juan lifted his hands up off the steering wheel as if he was giving up and hung his head slightly. She stopped her string of inquiries long enough to do her own soul searching look into his eyes. Not seeing much information, she quickly closed the distance from her seat to the window. She needed to feel in control again. She needed to know what was going on.

What if, instead of playing this game, things were cut straight to the point? How about going home now?

Juan mulled the idea over. He assured her that if that was what she really wanted, then that is what would happen. But it would be wise if they took a few minutes longer before leaving, as once she made up her mind, the events of the night would adjust accordingly.

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BFF and company were eagerly waiting for a text back. Given the extent of the night, Boss Lady must have many questions. They knew that in the end, she was going to have a massive face off with her hubby. They also knew she had questions that needed answering. If she faced off without answers, she’d probably make things worse for their relationship.

Bonita in particular seemed the most concerned about the outcomes of the night. She knew what contraptions were going to be used. She knew the intent. She also knew that Boss was very angry. The silent type of anger. He had not voiced it, but it was definitely there. The choice of contraptions were going to extract maximal pain from Boss Lady.

In the biz, pain was a bi-product of trust. To have a guy use his anger plus these toys for the sole purpose of bending the will of such a strong woman just didn’t make sense. That was not what was supposed to happen. Bonita knew that had the other gals known what was waiting, they would not have played along so happily to the plans.

BFF had to get Boss Lady to come through to the theater. There, they would have their chance to explain things. While Juan had asked that Boss Lady have a chance to exert her own will, the timing of that revelation was a bit too close. If she opted to go home, the fireworks was not going to end well. Bonita did not want her friend to miss out on the wonders and experience they were all aware of.

Most of the girls in the group were either married or in long term committed relationships. Bonita was the only single lady in the group. She had learned so much from the group and knew she had so much to offer whomever she opted to date. She also felt she best understood the internal struggle Boss Lady was going through. It was not easy giving up control. It was not easy to trust a man who operated very differently from the way you understood life to be.

To make matters worse, trying to explain to Boss Lady the upside of submitting to a man who kept quiet about his abilities, that was no easy feat. The very things that made Boss Lady happy were also some of the very things that made Boss quite upset.

Snooping was not something Boss ever accepted. He had fired employees for that. Snooping was not just lack of trust, it was disrespect. It was dishonest. Boss was not one who tolerated those things. And to think, his very wife was lying, disrespectful, and dishonest. Traits that would have ended their relationship before it made it down the aisle.

As right as Boss was, there was something critical that was missing. Boss had not won his lady over in the trust department. While the adventure of the night was fascinating, most of the gals missed that point of winning over Boss Lady. Trying to do so on her birthday had ramped up the challenge level way off the chart.