Seven Year Switch
Just a little taste…
Juggling the bags and her briefcase Sonja made her way from the car and fumbled her way into the house. She entered the kitchen and dumped everything on the counter. Kyle’s car wasn’t in the drive way so she knew she had a little time to prepare. Sonja went to their room and discarded her clothes before going into the bathroom a few feet away. Just as the shower reached her desired temperature a noise made her look over her shoulder.
“Kyle?” she called out stepping under the water.
A few moments later he appeared. “Hi honey,” he said cheerfully.
The curtain moved and Sonja’s head appeared. “Hey sweetie. Happy anniversary.”
Kyle caressed her wet face and kissed her soundly. “Happy anniversary to you. Do you want me to start putting things away while you finish your shower? I will just take mine when you’re done.”
“Thank you baby. That would be great. Leave the meat in the sink and the veggies on the counter so I can cut them up.”
He left her with a quick peck and she slipped back under the warm cascading liquid. Sonja stayed longer than usual welcoming the relaxing feeling the water left her with. Quickly she dried and slipped into the silky pajama set that she knew was his favorite and sprayed perfume down her back and across her chest before leaving the room. As she closed the door behind her she caught a glimpse of the clothes she tossed on to the bed. She changed course to retrieve them and walked to the laundry room instead and promptly tripped over Kyle’s gym bag as she entered.
“Damn it!” she muttered as the clothes went into the air landing all over the floor. “He could have put the bag somewhere other than the middle of the floor so I don’t kill myself.” Sonja gathered her belongings and dumped them on top of the bag. “Dang, he didn’t even unload it this time,” she grunted dragging the bag closer to the baskets.
She put her stuff in the designated hampers to be washed and unzipped Kyle’s bag to do the same.
“Towel, shorts, tee shirt, sweat band, sweaty drawers…” She continued calling off each item tossing them over into the appropriate container. “Sock, sock, sock, tee shirt, geesh, how many weeks does he have in here?” she mumbled shaking her head. Her hand dug into the bag and suddenly stopped. “What the hell is this?”
Hard…wide…smooth, no wait… rough…a buckle?
Sonja’s fingers assessed the object and then she slowly withdrew her hand letting her eyes confirm the picture it building in her mind.
“It’s too big for a dog, even a big dog…”
Her voice was soft and confused as she stared at the article in her hand. She flipped the collar over inspecting it further. Her eyes widened and Sonja jumped to her feet. She stomped her way to the kitchen where Kyle stood at the center island on the other side of the dining table chopping peppers. After a few moments Kyle smiled.
“Mmm, I love that scent on you. I went ahead and used the guest shower so I could get dinner started.”
Sonja stood in the door way heaving not knowing whether to scream or just throw the collar at him. The heat from her boiling blood rose on her skin. If she were not brown she would be glowing bright red with her anger. Kyle suddenly snapped his head in her direction and the knife fell from his fingers.
“What is it?”
Sonja’s hands shook and heart pounded in her chest. Several emotions surfaced to ride along with the adrenaline that pumped through her veins like a raging river. It was difficult to tap into one to guide her speech. Kyle shifted from one foot to the other. She could see his bottom lip trembling.
Sonja, what’s happened? What’s wrong?”
Unable to find her voice, she held up the object in her hand to answer his question. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped. She heard the soft gasp come from him and watched his face turn brilliant crimson. Just as fast as the red entered his face it disappeared leaving him pale. His eyes darted about frantically. He held on to the counter as his chest started to rise and fall visibly.
Sonja scoffed. “Don’t you dare pass out me, Kyle! What you better do is tell me what the hell is going on,” she yelled moving pass the dining table.
His stammering accelerated her anger. “Spit it out, Kyle! Is this yours?” She accentuated each word shaking the offending choker at him.
Fear glistened in his bright blue eyes. His mouth shook for a time as his voice failed to come forth before he finally nodded. Tears slid down his cheeks as his knees buckled. His shoulders sagged and he exhaled loudly continuing to nod confirming his silent confession.