Cajun Bride by Jim Vaughn

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Ashleigh missed her Lancombe and she missed the way it made her skin feel soft and smooth.

Looking to escape to somewhere that she could feel good about herself, Ashleigh decided she would go online and see who was in the room she used to frequent. She hadn't done much of that lately because her new husband decided its okay for him to philander online with every woman that says hello to him, but it's immoral for her to talk to her friends, besides Ashleigh hasn't got time for it because she has chores to do and the boys need bathed.

When Ashleigh walked into the room she found Rick typing on the computer his son had stolen from the local junior high school. Rick had perched it atop an old piece of railroad tie that's placed on the cinderblocks he took from the entry to this dusty slice of hell they resided in.

Ashleigh felt the rage building in her until at last she could not contain it anymore. Finally, in an act of self preservation Ashleigh screamed, "Listen you hillbilly loving, knuckle scraping lothario, I didn't marry you to become your slave girl, nor did I marry you so I could sponge bathe your 12 yr. old son", "I am a woman of substance and intelligence and demand to be treated with respect and consideration".

Rick turned on the creaky, swiveling chair to face her and took his hand out of his stained boxers and said to her, "Listen you over glorified city girl wannabe", "I married you because of the picture I saw of you wearing the flimsy robes, draped over the crypt of General Lee, wearing the dead pan makeup and the crocus flowers in your hair, not because I liked you, or because I thought you were nice, but because I thought that was the most erotic picture I had ever seen". "Besides" Rick said "The boys needed a mother". And with those last few words Rick turned around and started to type to the person on the screen in front of him.

Enraged, feeling very violent, Ashleigh left the room before she said something that would get her hurt. Ashleigh wandered away trying to think of a way to gain control of her life again.

Ashleigh went to her neighbor's trailer to commiserate with her about man troubles, remembering Sally had just driven over 400 miles as it turns out to have a rendezvous with her ex-husband.

They sat and talked about grand plans to get even with the men in their lives that used and abandoned them. Sally goes so far as to suggest she set him up with someone else, After all didn't he meet her online and doesn't he spend a lot of time online carousing the rooms for women to flirt with.

Ashleigh said "yes does" she knows that he has been talking to one particularly vile woman of questionable values, with the morals of a drunken sailor. Ashleigh sat with Sally until she heard the bellow that had become all too familiar now. Ashleigh stood up and finished the last of her Godiva liqueur and coffee, then headed back across the yard to her dismal trailer.

When Ashleigh entered the room she saw Rick with his hand once again down his pants, and walked over to where he was sitting so she could see the name.