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Love 'Sickness' Part 3    

By Paul Fox
1318 Views | 8 Comments | 5/31/2016 3:10:17 PM

Julia was still sound asleep as Daniel gingerly crept into the bedroom. He quietly slipped off his clothes and slid slowly into bed beside her. He wasn't safe yet. It was nearly 4am and it was cold outside. If Julia unconsciously came too close and touched his cool body, she may awaken and ask questions. Questions that Daniel wouldn't know how to answer. Especially in a way that would satisfy her insatiable appetite for knowing how he spends every second of every day.

He turned on his side so that his back was towards Julia. His mind was racing. He finally had the one thing that he desired so much more than he had ever desired Julia in the very beginning. One more step and he would be free of her, forever.

He knew he should sleep. Sundays were Julia's favourite. She would always wake around 7am in order to spend as much time with her husband as possible, on his only day off work.

Five years earlier, Julia had been struck down with the flu. She had been confined to bed for about 6 days and on her favourite day, Sunday, she was feeling much better. Daniel gave her a lovely treat of breakfast-in-bed for the very first time.

Ever since then it had become a tradition in the Greene household. Daniel wasn't a good cook by any means, but he knew how to knock-up a pretty mean bacon-and eggs.

Although Julia hated him using the kitchen, she knew that he looked forward to cooking Sunday breakfast. Such was her devotion, she was always ready to clean up the mess that he regularly left behind.

To her, it was worth it just to see the smile on Daniel's face when he carried the tray into their bedroom and presented her with her first meal of the day.

 As Daniel lay in bed, his mind was ablaze with a pot pourri of contradictory thoughts and feelings. Feelings of trepidation and fear were battling with feelings of excitement and relief.

'What if I get caught?' he suddenly thought. 'What if the old man was wrong and it is detectable in an autopsy? After all, science has made huge advances during the last 20 years.’ Daniel started to worry.

'It must be OK,’ he tried to convince himself. 'After all, the old man certainly has a lot less stock than he had the last time I was there.

Yeah, gotta be OK. He's not been arrested by the police.’ Daniel mused.

As he lay there with his eyes closed and his head spinning, all was silent save for the sound of Julia's breathing.

Daniel finally drifted off  to sleep.

'Good morning honey.’ said Julia. 'I love you!'

'Mmmmmmmm.’ murmured Daniel. 'What time is it?'

'It's 6.55am.’ she chirped.

'I want to sleep.’ muttered Daniel.

'Oh, is my poor baby tired? Oh my darling don't you worry. Your lovely Julia is here to take care of you. My poor, poor, tired baby darling, she said as she nestled close.

'Tell you what honey baby boo. I'll make our breakfast today. You can rest a little more,' she said, as she bounded out of bed.

'No, no, no, no no no no no no no no, No!', said Daniel spinning round and sitting up in bed. 'Today is Sunday. It's MY turn to cook breakfast - remember?'

'But baby. Darling. Honey-bunny.You look so tired - and besides, I'm up now.'

'Julia, No!', shouted Daniel with his arm outstretched and pointing directly at her with the palm of his hand. 'I insist.'

'Oh baby, you are so sweet and lovely. You know that I love you so much and I always, always want what's best for you. Besides, I've made a decision. Today is going to be a day of celebration.'

'Yes, it is....but not in the way you think.’ Daniel thought to himself.

'What celebration my love?' he asked Julia.

'Tell you later, poopsie-poo.’ Julia almost sang the words as she skipped her way towards the kitchen.

Daniel didn't react. He had become accustomed to Julia and her 'I'll tell you later' little quips. It was probably something as mundane as the fact she had bought a new lipstick-colour that she thinks he'll like, or a 'new' wheat-bread from the supermarket; one that contained an extra seedor some such nonsense. 'Better for the health of my prince.’ she would say.

'Julia! Get back here. Now!' Daniel shouted sternly.

'Oh my baby darling sweetness-and-light, why do you sound so angry? You're not usually angry with your sweet Julia.Maybe you are more tired than I thought? Sleep, my prince. I'll make us breakfast.'

'Julia. Julia. Julia'. repeated Daniel 'Don't you dare try to deprive me of the one thing I look forward to every week. I will make breakfast. Please get back into bed.'

'Ooooh, now there's an offer I can't refuse,’ she said with a giggle. 'Are you inviting me back to bed so my handsome prince can make passionate love to his sweet princess?'

'Julia, Grow up!' snapped Daniel. 'You know that I always make breakfast for you on Sundays. It's the highlight of my week. The one thing that I look forward to.'

'Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhh Kaaaaaaay.’ said Julia childishly. 'But on one condition.''What?' asked Daniel.

'I'll come back to bed,’ she said, jumping on the bed and thrusting her hand between Daniel's legs, 'if you give your sweet princess Mr Soldier before you go and make us breakfast.’

'Oh god Julia, can't it wait until after breakfast?'

'I'm not hungry right now - well, not for food anyway.’ she laughed. 'Come on baby, let's work up an appetite.'

If there was one thing about Julia that Daniel could never complain about, it was her desire for love-making. Several years earlier Daniel had discovered, quite by accident, that Julia had been doing some research on the Internet about how to keep a man happy in the bedroom. Her skills in that department were rivalled only by her skills in the kitchen and her incredible ability to cook.

'I can't stand this!'Daniel thought. 'How the hell am I supposed to make love to the woman I am about to,,,,,,,,,?'

'Come on Mr Soldier, stand to attention.' Julia giggled as she rubbed her hand around Daniel's groin.

'What's got into you today?' Daniel asked, moving her hand away.

'I told you, I have made a big decision.' she said. 'But I will tell you soon my sweet baby - soon - ooooh, come on my darling, I want you right now.'

'I need the bathroom.’ said Daniel, leaping out of bed.

'Spoilsport!' shouted Julia.

'How do you want your eggs?' asked Daniel as he walked towards the spotlessly clean en-suite bathroom.

'Surprise me.’ she chuckled.

Daniel made his way to the kitchen and opened the fridge.' Bacon, sausages, mushrooms, eggs, tomatoes, orange juice - and a nice bit of hot-buttered toast.' he thought. 'That should do the trick !'

'Oh my god! The glass bottle!’Daniel said to himself. 'Oh Shit! It's in my jacket pocket and my jacket is in the bedroom. Damn!'

He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts and then walked calmly into the bedroom.

'I'm sorry honey,’ he said, 'how did you say you wanted your eggs?'

Julia had her head in a book. This was his chance. He walked over to the chair on which he had thrown his jacket a few hours earlier, and began to fumble around for the little glass bottle.

'Hmmm honey? What did you say my darling?' asked Julia looking up from her book.

'Eggs, my sweet. How would you like your eggs?'

'Surprise me, my prince.’ she smiled.

Daniels fumbling fingers found the bottle.

'OK. darling, as you wish.’ he said.

Daniel hurried back to the kitchen. His fingers, tightly clasping the tiny glass bottle that he had so painstakingly saved up for so long in order to acquire.

'Scrambled! She loves scrambled eggs.’ he thought to himself. 'I'll have poached.’

Daniel got to work. Pretty soon the unmistakable smell of fried bacon filled the house.

'Smells great!' Julia shouted from the bedroom. 'I'm getting hungry, my darling.'

'Won't be long now my sweet.’ Daniel replied. 'Won't - be - long - now!' he repeated to himself through gritted teeth.

He smirked as he contemplated the double-meaning in his words.

He took out the largest tray he could find. Two glasses of ice cold orange juice were placed, one either side of a small crystal-glass vase, in which Daniel placed a single red rose.

'Poached for me, scrambled for her,’ he muttered, as he plated up the breakfast.

He took out the glass bottle, broke it open and stirred the contents into the scrambled eggs.

'Coming darling!' he shouted as he put the final touches to the breakfast tray.

Daniel carried the tray containing two plates of cooked breakfast, warm buttered toast, orange juice and a beautiful red rose into the bedroom.

 'This is it.’ he thought to himself. 'Years of misery will soon be over.'

'Here you go my sweetness,’said Daniel as he offered the tray to Julia, 'I've made you your favourite style of eggs.'

'Oh - my - God !I love you so much my sweet baby.

I can't remember the last time you made me poached eggs !'she exclaimed, lifting the plate from the tray.

'You truly are my prince!'

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#2016-05-31 15:22:41 by JohnAbbot @JohnAbbot

Nicely done Paul. Really nicely done. I love the twist at the end. I must say this though, so far I don't see any reason yet to empathize with Daniel in his desire to get rid of Julia. She seems maybe a little too attentive, but I've definitely encountered a whole lot worse.

But then maybe we aren't supposed to be pulling for Daniel, which is what I was preparing myself to do. I admit I don't know where this story is taking us, but I am enjoying the ride so far and looking forward to part 4.

#2016-06-01 13:29:06 by Barry1 @Barry1


Daniel said,

"Poached for me, SCRAMBLED for her,’ he muttered, as he plated up the breakfast."

But then at the very end, Julia said,

"I can't remember the last time you made me POACHED eggs !"


Does this mean that silly Daniel dies and lucky Julia lives? He can't remember which plate has the poison in it?

Oh my God, Paul - I can't stand the suspense!

Please put us all out of our misery and finish this nail biting tale as soon as possible, man! (sweat)(sweat)(sweat)

#2016-06-01 17:30:02 by WarmLifeGz7 @WarmLifeGz7

@paulfox1 Actually I am really tempted to basically clone your story and change parts of it to make it fit reality more --- hehehehe obviously typological motifs such as your follow the Grimm's fairy tale style or CS Lewis or even Dark Horse publishing their Modern Fairy Tales with twisted elements to get across their POV. The problem or challenge would be to lessen voices complaining about stereotypes. My past journey traveled down the path until the fork in front of me -- mostly there is No Less Traveled Road either -- I have known americans who were snagged by green card con artists -- daily life then became a dull boring existence plodding on day after day with banal routine followed by banal routine. Washing the dishes and then having their wifey sneak back into the kitchen to wash everything all over again . Fortunately for some of them there were no kids which would complicate social living many times over . Another example, would be to basically give up and just go along with the flow instead of endless bothersome bickering . Besides there are many other ways to smother someone without the gooey syrup of sweet words -- There is also the prevalent style of emotional moodiness and dysfunctional sociological behavior exhibited by many american couples -- contrasted with the office like pragmatic social behavior within Chinese couples -- (stereotype with a good dose of actual life (giggle)
I will try to illustrate this more later .. (no groaning in the background ya hear? (wait)
Marriage is not child's play which might be prevalent enough or maybe adults exhibiting these social behaviors forgot that they were supposed to be grown up -- especially those with uncontrollable aggressive behavior -- (including Depp recently (doh)
I recently read that marriage is like a constant struggle to solve a 5000 piece jigsaw puzzle whose pieces keep rotating on a screen every 30 seconds. Most of those people who used to attempt to put together jigsaw puzzles can probably recall the frustrating emotions seizing our minds and hearts while attempting to finish putting it all together -- with occasional outbursts of tossing these puzzles at the wall :P (Actually mine were computer cases with motherboards inside being flung wherever due to frustrated exasperation -- I used to build my own computers -- from scratch -- DIY -- quite a few of them too -- then I had my own english classroom full of computers utilizing my own eclectic e-learning environment )

#2016-06-01 18:05:33 by paulfox1 @paulfox1

Of course he knows which plate has the sanitiser. Poached eggs and scrambled eggs look completely different to one another.
Perhaps to put it in language that YOU will understand Mr Pittman, it's like comparing a watermelon seed with a sunflower seed (rofl)

#2016-06-01 18:11:40 by paulfox1 @paulfox1

Oh.....and perhaps the other news I should tell you is this......

The final chapter (Chapter 6) has turned out to be so long that I have had to split it into two. This means that currently there are a 7 chapters totalling around 12000 words (so far). So we are not even half way through it yet. (rofl)

#2016-06-01 18:53:41 by paulfox1 @paulfox1


By the way John. You said " I admit I don't know where this story is taking us, but I am enjoying the ride so far and looking forward to part 4."

I can promise you one thing. This story is taking you to places you could never imagine going. Trust me!

#2016-06-02 21:15:25 by WarmLifeGz7 @WarmLifeGz7

@paulfox1 Hahahaha This story is taking viewers to places they could never imagine going ... Sounds like a spin off of The Great Divorce bus trip from that wispy, insubstantial, ethereal, diaphanous, sylphlike arena that would allow the residents of that place to get on a bus to travel to yet another place ... hehehe Or we might follow the advice from a classic famous movie and book -- "follow the yellow brick road " We are off to see the Wizard ... the Wunderful Wizard of Oz ... because, because, because ....! (which could then be consider the "sanitizer brick road"

#2016-06-07 22:09:30 by paulfox1 @paulfox1

Sanitizer or not, you'll just have to wait and see.
All 7 episodes have now been completed, submitted and are ready for publication at John's leisure.

I have never attempted anything like this before and it's been a lot of work. However, I must say that I am extremely happy with the final result. I just hope that you guys feel the same when you have finished reading it.....

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