Simpsons Porn Story: His True Colors Chapter 1

-1Oh,
my Homie, Marge sobbed through the tissue she was pressing against
her face. She stroked the wood off the coffin, and looked one last
time at her husbands face. I will always love you, Homer! she
said. Lisa and Bart helped her back to her seat. Marge closed her
eyes and bent her head as Homers coffin was closed and carried out
of the church.

Marge?
Ned approached carefully, sitting down next to Marge. Can I get
you anything?

No,
thank you, Ned, Marge replied and looked at the man her husband
had hated since they moved to Evergreen Terrace.

I
know you are going through a rough time, Marge, Ned said. I
went through the exact same thing with Maude. Well, Maude didnt-

Ned,
I dont want to hear a word about sin and hell, Marge said just
a bit to loud, just enough for the entire room to turn towards her
and stare.

Im
sorry, Marge, I shouldnt have Maybe I should go home, Ned
said. You know where I am, if you ever need me, he said and
smiled at Marge.

Thank
you, Ned, Marge said. Could you-

Ill
make sure they leave, he interrupted her and nodded in
understanding.

Ten
minutes later and Marge was still sitting in the brown couch, crying.
Why Homer? Why? He was so happy

Mom?
Lisa said, sitting down beside her. Marge was surprised how well her
now 20-year-old daughter was handling all this.

Lisa,
honey, Marge said and quickly wiped the tears away.

Me
and Bart are going to get some pizza, do you want anything? she
said softly, holding Marges hand.

No
thank you, honey, Marge said. There should be some money on the
kitchen counter, use that. Lisa nodded and kissed Marge on her
forehead.

Lisa,
you coming or what? a mans voice called from the hall.

Im
coming, Im coming, Lisa called back and got up from the couch
to go out with Bart. Well be back in a second, okay? Marge
nodded and decided to get up from the couch.

Dont
rush, okay? she said and stroked a strand of hair out of Lisas
face.

Lisa
and Bart left, and Marge paced restlessly around the house. She sat
down in front of the computer, searching for interesting jobs. She
had to start working now that Homer was gone. Not that his salary had
been anything to rely on, seeing he got fired at least once a month.
More restless than ever, Marge felt that she had to get out of the
house. The walls seemed to be closing in on her. Each room got
smaller and smaller, until she couldnt breathe. Without thinking
twice about it, she tore a piece of paper from a notepad, wrote a
note for the kids and suddenly found herself in Ned Flanderss
kitchen, with a steaming cup of tea in her hands.

Its
just, I dont know why he did it, Marge said. He always
seemed to be so happy Marge couldnt continue, the words
clustered in her throat and tears burned behind her eyelids.

I
know, Marge, Ned said and patted her hand gently. It cant be
easy to handle, your husband taking his own life all of a sudden.

Im
so worried about the children, Marge continued. Lisa seems to
be taking it well, but Bart – I just dont know. He seems so
quiet.

I
noticed, Ned replied and held Marges hand in his own. Hes
not himself.

I
know Homer never told him, Marge said, but he was proud of his
son. More than Bart could ever know.

I
think Bart knows. A child always knows. But Marge shook her head.

Im
not sure, she said and fiddled with her wedding ring. She pulled
it off her finger, just to try and recall how it was to be single.
She looked up at Ned. You look so different without your
moustache, Ned.

Really?
Ned seemed happy to hear this. I figured it was time for a
change.

Youre
very handsome, Ned, Marge said, her eyes fixed on him.

You
really think so? Ned said, but realized what Marge was trying to
do. No, Marge, youre vulnerable and Im a good Christian, I
could never-

Well,
Ned, do you really think we will both go to hell if something was to
happen? Marge asked him simply.

Not
exactly, if we were both to say our prayers-

So
lets do it, Marge said. Homer-

Homer
what, Marge? Ned sighed. You just lost your husband. Im not
sure I could handle- Im not sure you really want- You just lost
your husband!

Do
you really think I just lost him now? Marge said. I lost Homer
years ago. Its that woman, I lost him to her. And you really
believe I dont know why he took his life? I told him, it was her
or me. Apparently, he couldnt choose, so he took a shortcut.

Marge,
I never knew he cheated on you, Ned said in shock.

Nobody
knew, Marge sobbed. Nobody but Homer and me and her. I caught
them in our own bed, you know.

Marge,
Im so sorry, Ned said and gripped her hand even tighter. I
never thought-

Marge
stood up. This was a disaster. Im leaving, she said.

What
if I dont want you to leave? Ned asked and stood up he too.

—

Lisa
and Bart sat together at the kitchen table, eating cereal and left
over pizza for breakfast.

Moms
been in Flanderss house since yesterday, Bart said.

I
hope shes okay, Lisa said and poured some milk into a glass.