Chapter One

Leavy

Lisa is, or until recently, was my wife. We loved each other dearly. In an earlier account, I described how she was blackmailed into submitting for thirty days to the will of an ex-cop named Frank Racine. When her month of service was over, she elected to stay with him. In fact, she begged him to keep her as his woman. She promised to do whatever he demanded. Of course, I was devastated, for awhile I was suicidal. But then I convinced myself that her willing submission to Frank was just some sort of crazy quirk in her psychological make up that she had to work out. I lived with the hope that she would soon come home. But that hope began to die when I learned that Frank had loaned her to his friend, a repulsive old degenerate named Silk. During her thirty day period with Frank, she was subjected to all kinds of physical and emotional abuses which she gradually accepted. However, she was never able to rid herself of her fear of Silk. It became clear that he despised her as much as she hated him. If Frank had ‘loaned’ her to Silk it meant that, for the time being, she was Silk’s woman. I couldn’t imagine a worse situation nor, I think, could she.

I was to see my wife, Lisa, only twice more. Our next to last meeting occurred about six weeks after her month of service to Frank. I met my wife, Lisa, at Silk’s place in mid-April. Several weeks later, I saw her for the final time.

A few days after I left her kneeling between Frank’s legs, her sister phoned to say that Lisa’s son, Richie, was happy living in Cooperstown and wanted to stay. She told me that Lisa had been in touch with her and had been grateful when she and her husband had offered to keep Richie. I was shocked to learn that Lisa was in the process of signing papers so that they might adopt him. I knew how Lisa felt about her son so I’d been certain that her love for Richie would, in time, bring her