Witness Protection Program — Tony & Anya

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Tony will be home any minute. I've been spending the day tidying up our new home. Honestly, I love the place. It's exactly what I would have picked out for our little nest. 

Before — well, how can I tell you where we lived before? A small, squalid flat rented by our boss the Don in New York City? No — 

Something in me suddenly engages and diverts the subject to Paris. Or to Tokyo. I know inside have never lived in any of these places. But the memories that come to mind feel so real. 

I know they've been put there.

God, this is going to be the cleanest house I've ever lived in. I just can't stop. But I would want it that way for my Tony after all we've been through. 

It's impressive really, how easily the chip they implanted detects diversions from our new life. Yesterday I was someone else. I wasn't even a woman. Ow. A shock runs through my head until I correct, like a split-second migraine that only has to hold out until I comply. 

I've always been a woman. There. No more migraine. It just stopped. I squeeze my kegel muscles knowingly. My pussy tightens. Pulses.

I've never been just a scared college dropout who had never left New York looking for purpose in the big city. No. I've always been a woman. And Tony wasn't staking out with me in that apartment eating pizzas, drinking beer, and waiting for a pickup that never came because the deliveryman was shot, put into cement shoes, and tossed into the Hudson River. No, Tony was a financial services manager working in the fraud department of a major government-affiliated corporation.

Aren't these flowers pretty? I bought them at the market today. Tony and I used to leave flowers as a calling card after we made a hit. Ow — I mean, my grandfather owned a flower shop in the center of Paris, that's how me, his lovely granddaughter, found her love of flowers. 

Tony works and I stay at home managing the house. At least that's the deal. When the computer asked me my name and I responded "Anya" I panicked. But the panic did nothing but push the changes along — sucking my balls in and giving me this tight little pussy I have in my thong.

There's Tony now. I have dinner prepared. It seems as good as the Witness Protection programming is, they didn't work out the finer details — like cooking. You think it would matter a lot to my role as a homemaker that I would have a steady repertoire of recipes. But I don't. So I'm stuck with the old standby I used to prepare back in New York when me and Joe were stuck in that apartment waiting for the Don to figure out what the hell he wanted to do about Vinny. . . Ow. Fuck. That hurts. No, I mean: I made spaghetti because. . . oh fuck, my head. . . because. . . my grandfather is Italian?

Oh, thank god. 

Yesterday I moved so clumsily in these heels. It was the same issue. A massive headache. You have no idea how fast you slip into some heels and walk like a model when your head is throbbing in pain. It's crazy, too, that something in me knows what I have to do to correct and return back to the strict protocol laid out by the chip. My entire way of moving has changed in a matter of 24 hours. 

"How was your day, honey?"

"It seems I'm cut out for financial analysis. It's crazy too because I've never been too good with numbers. . . I mean . . . ow . . . I mean it's only natural given my schooling."

How much of this idle chit-chat can we take? It seems like since the procedure we have been talking around our problem, which is that we cannot speak freely. There isn't just one elephant in the room. There are too many to count. I'm a woman. Joe, the hardest, meanest, toughest mobster I ever knew is now Tony. We are married, living outside of Phoenix and —

"Honey, remember that little resort we went to in the Maldives?"

"Oh yes, the one with the pretty little beach huts?"

"Yes! I was thinking we could go there in three weeks. Take a break."

"Oh that sounds lovely, can I have some money to buy a new bikini?"

"Absolutely, dear."

What was I saying?

"Anyway, today we were working on a case involving an ex-con who was laundering — oh fuck! Seriously? I always do this with spaghetti."

"Well, honey, I guess I'll be laundering something now. Hold on. It's okay. Let me get the washer ready, then we will handle the stain."

"Okay, dear."

The moment his shirt opens an strange energy passes through me in a rush. I attribute it to the chip, but how would I really know? I've seen Tom with his shirt off a million times — but not Tony. I mean — I'm glad my husband works out — but. . . 

I mean. That's not what I mean. "Ow!" Fucking hell.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"Nothing, it's just a headache." 

"I have one, too. A bad one."

"Why?"

"Don't make me say why — it hurts too much." Tears well up in his eyes. He's nearly crying. He's scared. Scared of what he wants. Scared of where it comes from. I know the feeling, but each I time I know it, I'm forced to push it under. 

"Tony."

"Yes."

Oh fuck. 

I'm lightheaded. I've been cleaning house all day oblivious to the true nature of a husband/wife relationship. And now suddenly new words are on the tip of my tongue. Am I really about to say this?

"Your wife knows something that can help with your headache." 

It's true. I do. I do know something. It just popped into my head. Just like that. 

He's shaking. "And what is that?"

Go sit on the couch. Your wife is going to get this laundry started and then she will be there to help.

Oh, Tony. 

Just look at us. 

Look at how far we've come.

Do you like the way your wife sucks your cock? She's a little surprised herself.

You're certainly not crying anymore. If anything my womanly intuition says you're close. 

Oh, Tony — I can see from your face you like this arrangement. I wouldn't dare say I disagree. Nor will I interrupt. I just want to know how I can make our little nest even nicer for you.

Honestly, if you ask me, I think we needed a change. 

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