This choice: News Interview.... WITH ALBERT!! • Go Back...Chapter #6Some questions are better left unanswered. by: Primus   The television glows to life as your head begins to swim with thoughts of your wife and some giant man's dick. Visions of her sighing and gasping. Covered in sweat. Her face screwed up as she screams another man's name.
The voice over on the television gets your attention.
"--in this species the females always select the largest, most powerful of the males to mate with. And after all--"
You stomp on the button to change the channel.
"--who wouldn't take this amazing opportunity to see such a massive erect construction such as this. In fact--"
Stomp!
"--nearly 12,000 people a year come from across the globe to enjoy the ride of a lifetime. People such as--"
Stomp, Stomp, STOMP!
"--your wife! She'll thank you for it! She won't want to stop! Why, chances are your wife will enjoy--"
S-T-O-M-P!
"--the natural male enhancement."
A nervous tick has begun to dominate the side of your face and you're about to be reduced to a quivering mass of tears when the commercial ends and a news program comes on. As you sink to your knees on top of the remote you feel strangely comforted. The beautiful news anchor looks remarkably like your wife and somehow just watching her makes you feel better. It seems she's in the middle of interviewing some guy. You actually tune out the words until your daughter re-enters the room and flops down next to you; knocking you off the remote in the process.
"Nobody was at the door, Daddy-doll," she informs you in an irritated tone as she starts to watch the interview. A moment later she sits forward in excitement, "Daddy!"
"Yes, sweetie," you manage to reply, your tone sounding as hollow as you feel at the moment.
"No," she says with a giggle, "it's New Daddy!" She points at the man on the screen who is being interviewed.
The pounding in your ears is back as you force yourself to focus on the man in the interview. You can't make out the words above the sound of your own heart beat, but the onscreen graphic labels him as 'Dr. Albert Gigante, College Professor, Victim of Paul Bunyan Syndrome.' For an instant, darkness threatens to completely envelope you, but you fight it back. With a monumental effort, you focus on the TV and what's being said.
"--an amazing story doctor. And now onto your research. I understand you're very close to finding a cure. Tell us about that."
"That's right. I can't go into to many specifics until we publish our research. Suffice to say, we hope to have a cure within a years time." He's speaks with a clear accent which reminds you vaguely of that damn Antonio Banderas. You hate him.
"Amazing, and what about the opposite disease, where people never grow much bigger than a few inches. Any hope for these people?"
A this point, 'Al' kind of smiles... no... smirks before he answers, "well, I believe our work could be used to help these people as well; though a few... obstacles... still stand in my way." Albert stares directly into the camera as he says 'obstacles' and you realize, somehow, that the obstacle in question is you!
"Simply amazing," the anchor breathes, clearly hanging on his every word. It's then that you notice that they aren't even sitting in chairs. At least she isn't. That's why you hadn't realized the size difference at first. She's actually sitting on the side of one of his legs! The camera is at an angle below her making their faces appear roughly the same size. As it pulls back however, you realize that, even as she sits on his leg; her feet rest on something else that is also running down one pant leg!
Images of your wife and this man begin to flood your mind again. Mocking. Laughing. Fucking! Your heart already feels like it's trying to leap out through your chest as the anchor changes the subject.
"On to your love life, Dr. Gigante. We've received a number of E-mails from women and a few men who would love to get to know you better. I understand, also, that you're still a 'swinging bachelor.' Do you find it difficult to get dates?"
Albert chuckles again before he answers, "not at all. I'm usually surprised by how little my condition deters the opposite sex. That being said, however, the kind of woman I need has to have a few 'specific' traits. She needs to be adventurous, passionate, and more than a little flexible." He chuckles again and briefly looks off into nowhere as if remembering something specific.
You don't even realize you've leapt off the sofa and thrown a punch at the television screen until you make contact and pain shoots up your arm.
"Dad!" Jet cries out in obvious panic.
"Stupid Daddy-doll," Jenny says as she reaches down and wraps her fist around your middle, "you're blocking the TV." She sits back again and holds you securely in her fist in her lap.
"Anybody in your life like that at the moment?" the anchor continues and you can't help but detect the hint of an ulterior motive in the question. Her similarity to your wife becomes a nightmare as you are given an live reenactment of your wife flirting with that fucking freak.
As unhappy as you are, his answer somehow makes it worse. "I do," he says, sounding almost apologetic to her, "I've met the most amazing woman, she actually looks a lot like you. I can't go into specifics there either as her husband wouldn't approve."
"She's married?" she responds, clearly surprised at his candor.
"Ehh... yes. She is," he says sounding just slightly uncomfortable, "but he's not expected to make it through the week."
What?! Not expected to make it through the week?! What the hell did that mean?!
The pretty anchor actually blushed as she reacted with mock surprise to hear this. Yup, just a little secret between him, her, and the millions of people watching. You suddenly hate her too.
A split-second of static marks the changing of the channel as Jenny obliviously hits the button to switch to Spongebob.
You remain stationary in her tight fist, but your mind is racing. This can't be happening. Could your wife actually be a part of this? Does she even realize what Albert has planned for you? Even as these questions run through your head; other thoughts intrude as well. This suddenly explains why she wanted to make sure your Will was up to date. And why she wanted to make sure you had maximum life insurance! Jesus Christ! You were even the one to suggest adding the 'Potentially Eaten' clause!! You've got to do something! You've got to get out and somehow get your children! You certainly aren't going to leave them to be raised by 'New Daddy'!
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway almost stops your heart. Suddenly everything is moving in slow motion as steps slowly make their way up to the door. A moment later the front door swings open and your beautiful wife comes strolls casually in; a big smile on her face.
"Honey, I'm home!" she announces.
"Mom!" your children call in unison as you're dropped unceremoniously on the couch in your daughters ass-print.
Your first instinct is to yell and scream. To throw insults and recriminations. Your second instinct is to cry like a sissy girl. Finally, somewhere around the 7th instinct, you realize that your wife doesn't realize you know. If she's kept it secret for months; you can certainly keep it secret for a few days while you make arrangements to get you and your kids out of here. Assuming of course that you can keep your distance from her so that nothing 'unfortunate' happens to you between now and then.
"Hey sweetie," you wife says suddenly as she appears over you and picks you up gently between her fingers. "I was thinking about you the whole ride home! What do you think about...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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