By A. PENMAN
The next morning at breakfast, out of the blue, June asked a
question that shook me to my foundation.
“Steve. Who is Lady Bianca?”
How could this be? How could she possibly know? I mean, it
was just last night that I met her. I damn near choked on my
coffee. June noted my reaction. I calmed myself as best I
could before responding.
“Sit down June. I’d like to talk to you about something.”
The look on her face was one of pending doom. I knew I had
made the wrong choice of words.
“No, no no. Nothing like that. I’m not wanting out, or
wanting to see someone else for sex or any other reason. My
love...OUR love is still strong. PLEASE sit down June, so
that I can explain all this to you.”
She sat down at the kitchen table with me, somewhat
“First of all, how did you find out about Lady Bianca?”
“I was hanging up your jacket when, lo and behold, this card
fell out.” She slid the card to me across the table. I
quickly scanned it.
Now that made no sense at all. If one is holding a jacket
upright, like one normally would, and there was a card in
one of the pockets, it would be physically impossible for a
card to fall out. It just doesn’t happen like that. Even in
the unlikely event that June went through my pockets, she
would not have found a card from Lady Bianca because I
didn’t take her business card. And I didn’t keep Andy’s.
So the question is how in the hell did a card get into my
pocket? My jacket was never out of my sight, so I know that
she didn’t slip one into my pocket. Something weird was
“Who IS Lady Bianca, Steve?” June’s voice was now more
“First of all June, let me start by confessing a small white
“When you called last night I was with Andy. But we were
sitting in Lady Bianca’s living room, chatting with her.”
“What for?” She asked. Her patience was running out.
“Andy took me to see her. According to him, she’s someone
who can help us. The caveat is that we both have to be very
open minded and willing to trust her and her methods.”
“Oh really?” June was very skeptical.
“Andy claims that she saved his marriage.”
“You told Andy about this...this problem?” Now she was
pissed off. But I trudged onward.
“Actually no, I didn’t tell him. He knew!”
“Oh that’s right. I forget how sensitive guys can be.”
June’s voice now dripped sarcasm.
“June?” I paused, to let her know that I was getting upset
over how she was reacting. She backed off a bit.
“Please, Steve. Continue.”
“He sensed that something was wrong with us because he and
Stacy went through the same thing we’re going through. He
claims that Lady Bianca helped them by helping Stacy with
her...difficulty.” I said, being careful to choose the right
“And just how did Lady Bianca do this?”
“I don’t know. That’s the part we would find out if we
decide to seek her help.”
“We? Don’t you mean me? Oh Steve, how could you?” She was
damn near in tears. In a dramatic gesture, I took her hands
in mine and looked her squarely in the eyes.
“The answer to that one is simple. Because I desperately
love my wife and I want her back, in all ways.” I thought I
put that very nicely. So did June.
“This is crazy, Steve. What is she, some kind of psychic
“Ehh...honey...” I hesitated. “She claims she’s a sexual
healer.” I prepared myself for a barrage of verbal throwing
knives. It never came. All she did was take in a deep sigh.
“OK. Let’s do it...I’ll do it.” My endlessly astounding wife
“Are you sure?”
“Will you be there with me?” She asked.
“I believe I will.”
“Then yes, I’m sure. I’d like to fix this too. I, too, want
our loving life back.”
“You never cease to amaze me, June. Have I expressed to you
the minimum daily number of ‘I LOVE YOUS?’” She smiled at
“No. You’re short by at least a dozen.”
“I’ll catch up.” I squeezed her hands and smiled.
“So...This Friday at 7 PM.”
“How did you know?”
“It was on the card.” She said, handing it to me. I looked.
“First of all, I have no idea how this card got into my
pocket. Secondly, there’s nothing on this card other than
her name.” June took back the card and re-checked.
“It was on there when I found the card. Friday the 15th at 7
PM. I swear! And now, it’s not on there!!!”
Lady Bianca was now officially messing with my head.
“Oh Steve. This woman is freaky. I have GOT to meet her.”
I smiled, though I was a bit taken aback by all this, and
the fact that June actually agreed to it. Still, something
inside me could not wait for the meeting of these two
To be continued