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Topic: LUST (all-consuming desire; excessive craving) (01/08/15)
- TITLE: The Den
By C D Swanson
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I acknowledge with a slight nod as I clear the table...another night with him in the den. The silence is deafening, almost shattering my eardrums in the process. I pause to hold my head in resignation. How long has it been since Bill came home and cuddled with me on the couch? How long has it been since he whispered sweet words into my ear? Instead, his behavior has morphed into a personality akin to the Pavlov dogs. The salivation commences as he races for the den each night after dinner, lights up his computer, and closes the door.
I know what he's doing in there. I know because I checked his browser of the places he had visited. I was almost sorry I had…because when I did, my heart nearly stopped. Before my eyes were pornographic sites of the vilest despicable acts—blinking in a come-hither fashion—emblazoned across the screen. I tasted the bitter bile as I stared transfixed. I was numb and didn’t know what to do. So I shut the computer off and robotically continued chores about the house. That life altering discovery was three weeks ago. Since that revolting night I haven’t been the same since.
It's almost pathetically funny. We attend church each weekend and counsel couples in need. And, yet...here I stand looking at a closed door where I envision hypocrisy undercover. We live in a community and are respected, and we attend all charity functions and provide help where we can. I think that’s pretty darn amusing…who would have thought that Bill could be addicted to such filth? I know I’d have to approach him eventually, but the time didn’t seem quite right. I guess I’m hoping for a confession from his lips without coercion on my part.
The next morning at breakfast Bill seems overly happy.
“I’m making quite a dent in the project honey. I have about two more nights before I can break out of this pattern of locking myself away all night. I’ve missed being with you, but what I’m doing is essential and so important.” He chugged down his juice and stood up quickly. “Well, gotta go. Time is money you know. See you later. I love you.”
“Okay.” I managed to utter.
“Oh, and Jared is dropping by today.”
“The computer guy?”
“Yeah. He has to check something for me.”
“What time will he be here? I have a consulting job I need to do at the hospital.”
“About 8:30. That okay?”
“Yeah. That’s fine.”
“Okay, see you later honey.”
A quick kiss and he’s gone. I look at his impeccably dressed body walk away. I fume inside while I cringe at the thought of my husband being a porno freak. It’s eating me up. After clearing the dishes, I grab another cup of coffee and walk to the literal den of iniquity. I stop at the computer and glare at it, almost daring it to take me on. Minuscule, yet lethal in all aspects…encouraging depravity to those who wish to indulge. It sits high atop the desk enveloped in a snug and cozy cubicle. I walk toward the enemy stopping inches from it. Picking up a stray piece of paper, I crumple it, and throw it at the blank screen, before racing from the suffocating presence that almost overwhelms me.
The doorbell rings.
“How’re ya doing? I’m back to fix another problem in Bill’s computer.”
“Please, go right in. I’m going to be working in the kitchen if you need anything.”
After thirty minutes, I decide to see how Jared is progressing. As I approach the den, I hear strange sounds. I listen more intently—cussing, swearing, and sounds of perversion resonate in a sickening fashion. I open the door to witness him engaged in a self-manual activity while looking at the screen.
After calling the police, Jared was apprehended. He was a sexual deviant wanted in three different states.
I thanked God for so many reasons that day…especially for Bill. Turns out he was working secretly to raise money for an addition to our church. He met the goal with a surplus for missions. God is awesome.
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