As a last resort, he made a feeble attempt at forcing himself on Lynn physically, something she had enjoyed in the past. This time she sprayed him with Mace.
As Lynn sprayed him, she felt as though she were spraying a giant mosquito. It was a tired and weak mosquito that seemed almost at the end of its life. It buzzed around her heavily, unnervingly slowly, not aware of its own sluggishness, which made it perfect for killing.
She hoped that spraying him would make him so mad that he would leave her alone for good and give up all hope of a reconciliation. Instead, he wailed and made her feel so guilty that she had to nurse him.
The weekend was turning out to be a fiasco.
Just before leaving the inn, Roland privately gave Max instructions.
“When Lynn and Alan come on their weekend, I want you to stay exactly the way you are now. Don’t change a hair. Alan will pale by comparison.”
“Sure.”
Roland concluded with, “You and I will be in contact via cell phone the entire weekend. I’ll want constant reports.”
The next day, Roland was called in to see his boss, the solicitor general.
She said to Roland, “You told me you were going to review David Lester’s brief of the Garcia case and take out that shitty First Amendment argument.”
“I thought I told him to take it out,” Roland said.
“Also, you missed the deadline for filing a notice of appeal in the Freestone Industries case.”
“Yes, I know, I’m sorry.”
“What’s the excuse this time?”
Roland considered saying, “I’ve been stalking somebody, and my job has been interfering.” What he said was, “I’ve had some personal problems. Health issues. I’m sorry. I’ve got things under control now.”
Eleven
After Lynn’s weekend with Roland, she received a phone call from Alan. He invited her to join him and his girlfriend for dinner at his place.
Alan said, “I want to reassure Jessica that my upcoming weekend with you isn’t a big deal and that you’re not a threat to her.”
“What do you mean I’m not a threat?” Lynn asked, offended. “Why would having dinner with me convince your girlfriend I’m not a threat? Is it the way I look?”
Alan sighed. “No, just our interaction.”
The real reason Alan wanted Lynn to come over was for her to see that he and Jessica were very happy together and would not be torn apart by anyone.
Jessica was seated on the armless white easy chair, staring sullenly at Lynn and Alan, who were sitting across from her on the couch, talking to each other politely. Jessica was not participating much in the conversation, even though she was hosting the dinner.
Jessica resented Alan for planning to go on that weekend and leaving her in a position to be tempted. He was so blind that way. Like the times he’d given her gift certificates for massage appointments, insisting that she ask for “Roman,” who was supposedly the best, not suspecting for one instant that of course — of course — she would seduce this Roman dude, whoever he was. Poor little Alan. And who could blame her, in such an intimate setting? It had nothing to do with being a sex addict, which she was not.
She would have to negotiate the timing properly in order to maximize the use of that brief weekend. She had written out a list of men she would invite over. There were twelve. She was trying to show some restraint, even though, after much ruminating, she had decided that there was actually no limit to how many men she could have sex with on this particular weekend and still not have it mean she was a sex addict. Any self-respecting woman would be sure to stay home and have affairs if her boyfriend was spending a weekend with another woman. That was abusive treatment on his part. Twelve men did not signify sex addiction. They merely signified that she was a spurned, jealous, normal woman.
As she sat watching Lynn and Alan chat, Jessica realized she should force herself to make some displays of discontentment, just to put on a good show of jealousy and normalcy.
“So, you’re going to try to seduce Alan and steal him from me,” she said to Lynn, while sipping her tea. She hadn’t managed to convey the right tone of repressed hysteria or even edginess. This shortcoming in her delivery made her a little uneasy, until she realized no one had noticed her monotone, her words having been potent enough. Lynn and Alan looked very uncomfortable. This reassured her, and she was able to relax again. She stretched, arching over the back of the spotted white easy chair.
Jessica was lithe, Lynn noted.
“I’m really grateful that you’re so understanding, so … accommodating,” Lynn said to Jessica.
Lynn attempted to entertain her hosts with descriptions of Max the hotel manager. A troubled expression came over Jessica’s features. She softly asked, “He really says, ‘Come and sit on my cock’? And he really has a codpiece?”
“Yes!” Lynn said. “He’s quite a character. He took it off recently — his codpiece — and was just wearing normal pants, but I’m sure anyone could ask him to put it back on. And he says he has a very big penis. Bigger than most penises in those parts.”
Jessica looked preoccupied for the rest of the evening.
Lynn knew that what she had done, tempting and tormenting Jessica that way, was cruel. She didn’t care.
The truth was, Jessica was even more perturbed than Lynn imagined. Jessica had to use all her willpower to restrain herself from jumping into a car and going to the hotel manager.
God, how badly she wanted to hop on his penis.
But she was not a sex addict.
She was a normal woman, having affairs.
The problem was that now her mock-bordello fantasy seemed pallid compared to that hotel manager.
Suddenly, she realized that a normal woman would be too jealous to stay home having affairs and would instead secretly follow her boyfriend to that hotel, in order to spy on him, and would do her damnedest not to get caught by that sleazy hotel manager; otherwise, she’d have to beg him, no bribe him — with all sorts of off-color means — not to tell her boyfriend she was spying on him.
Roland had certainly had urges to beat up Alan since the first day he had met him, but never as much as now. He had just told Alan on the phone that Lynn had sprayed him with Mace, and Alan, the little jerk, still intended to go on the weekend with her.
“You should back out,” Roland said. “Out of loyalty to me.”
“I’m sorry,” Alan said. “I’m not like you. I stick to my word. We promised Lynn that if she went with you, then I would go with her.”
Roland promised himself that as soon as Alan came back from the weekend, he’d beat him to a pulp. But for now, he contented himself with hissing into the phone, “You want Lynn.”
Alan felt sorry for Roland. He said, “You should try to do something fun … and distracting during that weekend. I can tell you from experience that it’s not pleasant to wait a whole weekend while the person you love is with the person she loves.”
“When are you going to stop rubbing it in my face that she loves you?”
On Friday, Patricia came waltzing into Lynn’s office, waving a letter. “I have some strange news to relate.”
“What?”
“Disney World has accepted your application to play one of the seven dwarfs in their summer production.”
“But I’m not very short!” Lynn said, slapping her desk and rising out of her chair.