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Definitions:
Paramour - An illicit lover of a married person.
Call comes into 911.
911 Operator: “What is your emergency?”
Tina Johnson was literally dead moments before she placed this call.
In a voice that sounds like a whisper filled with gravel, she says: “2 Jenkins St, 2 Jenkins St. Ambula……”. That was all she could muster.
The EMTs were a little surprised to find the front door ajar. Tina was laid out right in front of them in the hallway, her cell phone next to her face.
We find ourselves at the hospital. Tina has pulled through. The nurses had found her husband’s contact information in her purse, and called him as soon as she was stabilized.
Tina’s husband Timmy is talking to the doctor outside her room.
Timmy: “Doc, how bad is it?”
Doctor: “Mr. Johnson, Tina had a cardiac arrest. Although her heart did stop, all our tests show no serious damage to any of her heart muscles. You did a great job at CPR. By the look of the bruising on her lips and chest, and her two broken ribs, there is no doubt how much you love her. You must have worked on her for close to an hour? You saved her life. She owes you one! Her brain activity looks normal, so there may not have been any oxygen deprivation.”
With that the doctor bid him a good day and continued his rounds.
Timmy stood motionless. Although his eyes were open, all he saw was blackness.
You see, he hadn’t seen his wife since she left for work at 6am. At 10am, he had tried to call her there after she didn’t pick up her cell phone, but her boss told him she called out sick again. In fact, it was the sixth time this month.
He heard the doctor's words in his head. “there is no doubt how much you love her.”
He went into her room, with her still sedated, and he reviewed the medical notes on the medical chart computer system on wheels.
She was picked up at 2 Jenkins St. in the hallway right beyond the front door. She was nude but covered in a fresh sheet. It looked like someone wanted to preserve her modesty.
Enraged, Timmy thought: “Ah, that must be where the man who really loves her lives.”
The EMTs noted that it looked like she was purposefully placed there after her heart attack as the trail of her sweat was still visible coming from the master bedroom. They also noted she was placed where the EMTs would immediately be able to attend to her.
Timmy left the hospital and arrived at 2 Jenkins St in ten minutes. He approached the house and not a light was on inside or outside. The front door was still ajar.
He walked inside and into the hallway where his wife almost died just hours before.
He walked to the end of the hall and into the master bedroom and turned on the light.
It still smelled of sweat and love making.
He saw numerous pictures of them all over the room.
He saw them in Amsterdam and Zurich. When he asked to accompany her on those junkets, she was adamant that she would just be too busy with work to spend any time with Timmy, so it was best if he did not join her.
He turned out the light and closed his eyes. He imagined his wife and her paramour having tantric sex, their sweat and bodily fluids making an adulterous soup.
She mustn’t have told her paramour about her heart condition. Maybe he was younger and she was afraid that frailty would have him move on to a younger woman.
Tina had used her heart condition to avoid sleeping with Timmy for two years.
When she thwarted his sexual advances, Tina always said he was such a darling to understand. When he asked for pleasure in another way that didn’t involve much cardio she said that would just tease her too much and she couldn't live with that. When he offered to pleasure her in a way that didn’t involve much cardio, she said that was a turn off for her.
So two years ago, they became friends with no benefits.
In his mind’s eye, the adulterous scene played over and over again and he went into the paramour’s bathroom to vomit.
He turned out the lights and went into the dark kitchen and sat at the paramour’s kitchen table and awaited his arrival.
4 hours before….
Tina was straddling him, her hands well above her head and reaching towards the ceiling. Their moan filled climaxes joined together perfectly as if scripted by a maestro.
Then her heart suddenly stopped beating.
Her paramour’s eyes were still closed as his ecstasy was peaking.
She fell, like a stone, face forward, her skull crashing into his mouth, dislodging his two front teeth.
He didn't notice the pain from this as his brain was still awash in an orgasm induced tsunami of oxytocin and dopamine.
At first he was confused, his hands still rhythmically moving her hips, and then he realized she was unconscious. He pushed her dead weight off of him and took her pulse and there was none.
He dragged her sweaty body onto the floor in the hall. He knew CPR would be more effective on a hard surface.
He mounted her, as he had done hundreds of times before, but this time sex was the furthest thing from his mind.
Then he remembered his CPR training and he knelt next to her.
He brought up the CPR steps in his head.
- Give 30 chest compressions
Hand position: Two hands centered on the chest
Body position: Shoulders directly over hands; elbows locked
Depth: At least 2 inches
Rate: 100 to 120 per minute
Allow chest to return to normal position after each compression
- Give 2 breaths
Open the airway to a past-neutral position using the head-tilt/chin-lift technique
Pinch the nose shut, take a normal breath, and make complete seal over the person’s mouth with your mouth.
Ensure each breath lasts about 1 second and makes the chest rise; allow air to exit before giving the next breath
He started CPR, and checked her pulse after each set.
He was whispering, almost constantly, “Tina, you have to live, you are my entire world….” The words were accompanied by a high pitch whistle coming from the new bloody hole in his mouth.
On his fourth set her breastbone broke, on the 7th and 8th a rib broke.
All the while his blood was dripping onto his hands and her chest.
After set 48, there was a faint pulse.
He put his mouth to Tina’s ear, and said: “Can you hear me?”
She said: “Yes”
He said, "Tina I am going to call 911, and you need to tell them my address."
He was the paramour, and his voice on a 911 call tape recording could ruin everything. Our paramour didn’t know all was ruined for both of them already.
He dialed 911 and held the phone as close to her mouth as he could without touching.
In a voice that sounded like a whisper filled with gravel, she said: “2 Jenkins St, 2 Jenkins St. Ambula……”. That was all she could muster.
Before leaving her there for the paramedics to collect, he washed his blood off of her with a wet warm washcloth and covered her nakedness with a clean sheet and dragged her as close to the front door as he could.
Timmy Johnson now sits in the paramour’s kitchen and at 10pm, he hears the front door open.
The paramour walks into the kitchen, his mouth filled with bloody gauze.
He turns on the light, and is shocked to see his lover’s husband at his kitchen table.
Timmy: “I know my wife probably told you that I am a very violent man. She is right, but today is not the day for revenge. If I wanted you dead, you would already be disintegrating in a vat of lye.
I am here to tell you, the woman you fucked and tried to save today, my beautiful adulterous whore wife, was dead on arrival at County General.
I have funeral arrangements to make. Keep your distance.”
Whilst sitting in the pitch-black kitchen, Timmy had a lot of time to make a plan before the paramour came home.
The words of the doctor kept coming back to him.
“You did a great job at CPR. By the look of the bruising on her lips and chest, and her two broken ribs, there is no doubt how much you love her. You must have worked on her for close to an hour? You saved her life. She owes you one!”
He made himself a bet that this time, he wouldn’t be needing a vat of lye. Exacting revenge was sweet, but seeing revenge carried out with only a few dishonest words and no evidence left behind would be priceless.
The paramour loved his wife, with all of his heart and soul. Only one outcome was possible if he bought Timmy’s story.
The paramour was sobbing like a small child and hyperventilating. He was leaning on the kitchen counter and looked as if he was about to faint. His mind was still swimming, and his body still shaky, from the anesthesia he had gotten from his dentist just a short while ago. Small drops of blood from his mouth were mixing with his tears and leaving pink droplets on the counter.
Timmy stood up and walked past him without a word. He went across the street and sat in his car with the window open. His eyes unblinking and focussed on the house.
The paramour turned out all of the lights.
Within 60 seconds, just like how you see exploding fireworks before hearing them, Timmy saw the flash of a shotgun, and then heard it. Timmy had predicted a suicide by hanging, but a self-inflicted gunshot wound worked just as well.
This made him smile as most likely the paramour's face, that his beautiful adulterous whore wife loved so much, most likely now lay splattered on a wall and ceiling. He would definitely have a closed casket.
Even more priceless.
Timmy returned to Our Lady of Fatima hospital and joined his recovering wife.
Tina, in a fog of morphine and pain, eyes closed, softly said: “Benjamin, I love you, Benjamin, I love you…”
Timmy said: “There’s no Benjamin here my love, just your loving husband Timmy. Benjamin may not be stopping by…..”
Tina whispered: "What are you laughing about?"
