The second act was a bit more intense than she was prepared for. They dove into the harder more graphical aspects of love. They were not leaving too much to the imagination. In fact, some of the toys they were using as props, well, almost didn’t appear to be props at all. Were they really enacting parts of an orgy or something?
The girls all were laughing and giggling and enjoying the raunchiness of this chapter. She had forgotten a lot of her anger from earlier scenes. In fact, the amount of care, compassion, devotion, and love the lead male character gave the leading lady… was moving her deeply. She was thinking of her hubby again. The man had a way of pleasing her, a way of cherishing her, a way of supporting her, a way of making her feel alive.
How did this playwright know how to elicit this in her. Sure, the graphical nature was designed to elevate the pulse and get you uncomfortably aroused, but this was speaking to her soul. She loved how that man passionately looked into the heart of his leading lady and made her feel like a queen. Exactly how her man made her feel. He took great pride in being a good husband.
There was a bit of discomfort in some of the moments of the scenes though. There was no need for that character to punish the love of her man like that. She didn’t have to disrespect him in public and correct him so aggressively in front of his friends. He didn’t have to be out shown so often either. That woman was doing all the wrong things to keep her man. He didn’t deserve that treatment. She didn’t deserve him at all. She was being needlessly mean. Sure, the snooping was warranted for precaution sake, but that level of mean was just not cool.
She caught herself booing and hissing at the leading lady a few times. Once, during a quiet moment of the show. And to her surprise, she felt the stare of all of her friends drilling into her head. She wanted to disappear. It was not about her, it was about the leading lady of the play. Not her!
As that segment started to wrap up, she was starting to feel like this was a message designed to get her to rethink her snooping. What sold it to her, the leading man had threatened to spank his lady for snooping… and the comedy of it all, she ended up spanking him instead for suggesting he’d spank her. The irony was not lost on her in that she had wised she had spanked him for spanking her that time.
It was not something she had consented to. She had never agreed to receive that from him. He had acted in anger. He was imposing his control over her. She was not please. She had outsmarted him. But the game had ratcheted up several degrees as he had studied her and outsmarted her. She didn’t care for this game anymore. It was very clear that this would quickly becomes an arms race. Her man was very bright and capable. He learned fast. He delivered impeccably well.
If something didn’t change, they would wipe out their love in a epic blast of calculated maneuvers of hurt. This was not acceptable. Her heart sank even more, she had cuffed the man and treated him like meat… something she never wanted for herself. Something she would have never tolerated. Even with all his maneuvering, he never left her bleeding. She had paddled him so hard and so aggressively that she had cut up his legs, back, buttocks, hips, and arms from all that wild swinging.
During the next intermission, her second BFF approached her and had a few good questions to ask. Things that made her think and wonder more about how she felt about her man. As far as parties were concerned, this one was a bit too heady for her. Too much reflecting. To much thinking. To much figuring.
Only positive to the whole affair, it was starting to get late. After the last act of the play, she’d just have to hope that her man was a bit too tired to deal with her. He was a stickler for going to bed early. With him out of sight, either he was planning the next round of antics or he was asleep dreaming the next round of antics.
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Meanwhile, Boss was nervously waiting backstage. The final act was his last moment before the big finale he had planned. This was the place where the tide would shift and the beginning of a new era was to start. The plan was simple, do the right husbandly thing, then, when formalities was done, head to the house and set the stage for the last confrontation. The play was working like a charm. The performance was brilliant. At least from what he could see.
As the small audience returned to their places, Boss stepped out on stage. He had his speech ready and delivered masterfully. As the audience ate up the script, people were captivated by the passion being described.
Shallows of the Deep 