"Ruin and Redemption"

The Unintentional Voyeur Lizzie, Esme and Charleston

Extremely explicit sexual scenes. Please read at your own risk. Feel free to skip if you like; the story will still make just as much sense.

Just when it was becoming unbearable, Lizzie heard their final gasps of passion and heard them slump against each other gratefully. She realized then Esme was saying something to her, but she could care less what it was. Her face was wet; She must be crying. She curled herself into a tight ball, her arms tucked underneath her, her shoulders squnched up by her ears, so that she could hear nothing. Why couldn’t she be anywhere but here? Why couldn’t she just disappear and wind up somewhere far away from Derrick and Esme?

Esme came to her and knelt down. “Lizzie? You are not going to see much down there?”

Lizzie continued to ignore her.

“Lizzie!” Esme shook her shoulders.

“No!” Lizzie said, looking up at Esme with a face streaked with tears. “I don’t want to get up! Get your hands off me!”

“What is wrong, Lizzie?” Esme asked concerned.

Lizzie just bent her head back down by her arms and cried.

“What is wrong with her, Derrick? Esme asked.

“I’m not sure, Esme.”

“My husband is making love to some whore and not me!” Lizzie shouted.

“But I’m just trying to show you a few things, Lizzie. But how will you learn how to satisfy your husband if you don’t pay attention?”

“I don’t need to know how to satisfy my husband; He has all the women he could possibly want! What could I possibly do for him?” Lizzie asked. “What could he possibly need from me, except to act like a lady and be a proper hostess? There’s nothing more he needs or wants from me, I assure you. Or at least, nothing more that I could give him that he isn’t able to get elsewhere.”

“Oh, Lizzie, but that is not all, Lizzie. He wants you. Otherwise he would not care about pleasing you.”

“He doesn’t care about pleasing me, Esme! My feelings are of no importance; He goes on and on doing whatever he wants with no regard for me or my family.”

“He loves you, Lizzie. It is quite obvious to me that this is so. He wants to please you; Let me show you how to please him.”

“It will make no difference, Esme,” Lizzie said, feeling a bit calmer. “He will still go on with other women.”

“He will be happy with you, Lizzie. And you will be happy.”

Lizzie felt calmer now that Esme was talking to her. She had not been forgotten totally, only for a time. Esme was trying to help, obviously.

“Alright, Esme. Show me what you have to show me. I’ll watch and learn, “ Lizzie agreed, standing up. She wanted to please Derrick. If she could just endure this and make it through, maybe she would be able to keep Derrick at home with her. He would not need Esme if Lizzie could make love like Esme. Maybe she would find a way to brush up on her French and wear more eyecatching clothing as well. But in the back of her mind, Lizzie’s wiser self did not believe the lines Lizzie was feeding herself. There would still be other lovers, and Lizzie would have to find a way to endure it and make the best of it, if she could.

Esme sat down for a moment, drinking from the bottle of wine she had ordered, alongside Derrick. Lizzie was offered a glass as well, but she did not take it. She did not want any alcohol near her for awhile, and she was not eager to be around it, either. The sooner Derrick and Esme put the bottle away, the happier she would be. Just the presence of the wine in the room, and the lack of control it signified were enough to set her teeth on edge.