Roger straightened as his mind cleared and his plan surfaced.
The threads had been weaving for a couple days now, but they were suddenly all lined up and intersecting in an organized way.
He knew what he wanted to do, and he needed some help.
His tone with Jerry suddenly changed to one of co-conspirator.
“Hello?” Rita answered, hearing her husband still in the garage, revving the engine in his 1967 Mustang.
“Hi. It’s Jerry, your gardener.” He was looking at Roger sitting beside him in the man’s office, and listening in on a headset attached to the same phone.
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They’d just arrived, having spent the entire drive over rehearsing in Roger’s car.
Rita recovered from the unexpected voice, and said, “Yes, Jerry, is there something wrong?” Just then her husband would walk through the door.
She placed her hand over the receiver, or made it look that way, for she wanted the caller to hear her.
“Oh, hi Dear. It’s the gardener.” Then back into the phone she asked, “Is there a problem, Jerry?” She smiled at her curious husband, and he continued on to the bathroom.
A problem with the gardener was one thing he didn’t want to hear.
“Yes, there’s a problem.” He stopped speaking again, as instructed.
Rita was fidgety to say the least.
Roger smiled, envisioning how she must be covering the phone to keep her voice from reaching her husband.
He nodded reassurance to Jerry.
“No. It can’t wait. I am turning this thing around. When I get to your house on Monday morning, I better find you laying face down on your bed, dressed in your best bra and panties, and with a garter belt and stockings too. Have your toy of the week nearby. Do you understand that? That’s face down, not to one side, but your face buried in the pillow. I’m taking charge of our little sex game Rita, and not letting you bore me to death anymore.” He’d done it!