Jailer

He would have some real explaining to do. He would call her mad, deny it all, and pretend he absolutely didn’t know why she had attacked him. She doubted that he would involve the police and there would be a memory of a poor defenseless women fighting back. The little matter of explaining to the Telephone Company how their equipment got in such a state, knowing he was lying through his teeth. She wondered if she should go to the police and admit to criminal damage.

No, perhaps next time She knew he had won again in a sense because she had reacted. She felt better though and her reaction had left no area for discussion. These acts of total control on his part was unacceptable she felt a little sad at how much her personality had changed in the past two years, since all this start was unreal. He would retaliate. He always did. She just had to be one step ahead. She was nearly home, and very weary. The feeling of being under a gigantic weight left her and by her actions she felt recharged. She reached her door, the answer telephone was flashing has she entered the hallway; she ignored it and walked to the stairs and sleep. Deep sleep dreamless sleep, seamless… sleep.