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Deception

By: brunorivera



Rosanna fell in love.

By day, she meets Nelson at the mall and by night, they meet at the "disco." Sometimes, she brings him back to her apartment or goes with him for a drive, and when the night catches up with them, they stay at motels, where she discovers new aspects of sexual passion.

After several months of relationship, she misses him, since more than a week has gone by without him calling her. At her office, and during a break, she reviewed the numbers that are stored in her cell phone, from calls that she received from him. She unsuccessfully tries one number after another, and she loses hope. She longs to hear his manly voice, to see his bright face, to feel his body against hers, especially, his penis. She finally learned how to deep-throat him and to even take him through her anus, getting drenched with his warm semen in all her holes and on her face, teats and belly. The hours go by and her work claims her attention.

Shortly before closing, she dialed more numbers, using the speakerphone on her desk to free her hands for filing papers and turning off her computer. Finally, a number answers, but not the kind that she expected, much less, the one for which she yearned. A feminine voice answers:

"Rodriguez Residence. No, Nelson is not home..."

Along with the woman's voice, another can be heard mumbling:

"Who was it?"

But the lie gets out in the open, since she learned to recognize his tone of voice through the deafening sound inside the disco. Other employees, on the way out, hear the conversation and make comments, speculating about the meaning of the words. Some come to recognize the name:

"Nelson Rodriguez, of Data-AQ'?"

Asks a junior manager, to which a woman responds:

"Yes, I know who he is, but, sweetie, that guy is already married!"

Rosanna, startled, switched off the speaker and hung up, and horrified and embarrassed, rushed out, forcing her way among her colleagues, barely whispering:

"Excuse me!"

She took an elevator, and before the other people got to it, she punched the button for the parking level, and the door closed, leaving the others out. Her eyes already burned, her breathing became ragged and her knees grew weak, so she gave in to tears.

But she was not alone. Victor, an employee from another department, who rode from the upper floors, watched her puzzled about what was going on. She staggered when the elevator stopped, but the young man didn't dare approach her. When the door opened, she hung on to the handrail to regain her balance, while she reproached him:

"You Coward! Why didn't you help me?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know how to approach you."

"Can't you see that I'm in trouble?"

"Forgive me; it's just that, locked inside the elevator, I thought that, in your situation, you would have thought that I was going to rape you."

His sincere tone, almost on the verge of tears, convinced her. But her mind was still clouded, and when she saw the other employees arriving in the second elevator, she went hiding behind a pillar. They noticed her anyway, and although they tried to act casual, they still whispered and she became enraged again. Victor stepped in front of her, and blocked her gaze. Then, he extended his arm, to lean against the column and only then, she embraced him so he could comfort her. She murmured, almost beside herself:

"You know what's the worst part of this? I am such a wuss that I might go look for him again...!"

"Find whom?"

"My lover, a married man."

"Don't worry, I won't let you."

She let out a giggle between sobs and she held on tighter to her new friend. She even gathered the nerve to ask him:

"Take me to your place, so I don't give in to temptation!"

"OK."

And holding on to each other's waist, they walked to his car, one brand new but not as impressive as that of her former guy. When he unlocked the door for her, she slipped to the back seat and started undressing. Surprised, he asked her:

"What are you doing?"

"How long has it been since you had a girl on the back seat of a car?"

"My ex-girlfriend, back in college. But what if somebody comes...?"

"Everybody has already driven away. See? Ours is the last car still parked here!"

"All right then!"

And he began to get naked as well. Timidly, he brought his lips near hers and she lustfully made contact. She sought his tongue, and after a few minutes of interplay, she allowed him to kiss her neck and suck her tits. Due to the cramped space of the back seat, he could barely take her nipples into his lips, and going down on her vulva was out of the question, so he stroked her hardened clitoris with a finger, and she told him:

"Take me now, I don't need protection. I'm on the pill..."

Victor raised Rosanna's legs and inserted his penis, after some trouble to zero in on her vulva. Desperate but concerned, he began his sway and her happy and horny expression encouraged him to intensify his rhythm. Soon they began to make the sounds of pleasure, which the steamy rolled-up windows barely concealed. His jet of hot semen flowed into her love canal, triggering her most gratifying orgasm to date, and when she was left without strength to hold on to him, he broke free and jumped into the driver's seat, pulling his pants halfway up. He told her:

"Stay just like that, so you can rest while we get home."

Rosanna answered playfully:

"How wonderful! My own chauffeur! Take me home, Vic!"

"As you wish, Madam. Enjoy your trip."

Upon arriving, they quickly walked half-naked to his apartment, where they had even more sex, but that will be another story. 

Deception



The man standing in the doorway gazed across the room to the woman lounging comfortably before him on the bed. Dressed in an ankle-length skirt and long-sleeved blouse, the woman tilted her head to the side and gave him a seductive smile.

"I didn't think you would come, Darien," she commented with a smirk. "After all, it has been quite some time since you've seen me." The woman shifted on the bed, adjusting the skirt slightly to reveal more of her leg. Beneath her, the comforter rustled softly as she moved. Darien returned the smile and pushed himself from the doorway of the bedroom. 

"All things considered, Cara, I was surprised you would even invite me into your bed after the way things ended between us." He approached the bed, looking hungrily at the bit of thigh peeking through the side slit in his former lover's skirt. Darien leaned one knee onto the edge of the bed, slowly reaching out to brush his hand against the leg he desired. Before he could make contact, however, Cara teasingly pulled back. Undeterred, Darien leaned forward farther and quickly captured her leg, smiling inwardly as she gasped at his rough touch. His hand began at Cara's ankle, languidly stroking his way along her leg, up her thigh and over her knee until his hand found it's way under her skirt. As Darien's hand slipped under the waistband of Cara's undergarments, he ducked his head to plant a kiss on her neck. Under his lips, he felt her sigh contentedly.

Darien pulled back, slipping off of the bed and extending his hand towards Cara. She stared at it a moment, considering the offer, before smiling and accepting his hand. Once Cara was standing before him, Darien reached forward to unfasten her blouse, kissing the freshly bared skin as each button was undone. Pulling back the fabric of her blouse, he stopped to gape at her choice of lingerie.

"I definitely don't recall you wearing anything so alluring when we were together," Darien commented with a smile.

"Well," Cara returned a bit miffed, "I don't remember you being so cavalier either."

Fighting back a snort, Darien pushed the blouse from Cara's shoulders, letting it billow down softly to the floor behind her feet. He watched her bite her lower lip and close her eyes in anticipation before bending forward to kiss the soft skin above her bra. Holding her arms firmly in his grasp, Darien began to kiss a trail up Cara's body until he reached the divot in her chin. Adjusting his head slightly downward, he flicked out his tongue and lightly ran the tip around her bottom lip. He moved his arms down to Cara's narrow waist as the kiss between them deepened, pulling her comforting warm body close. Exhaling in pleasure, Darien pushed the growing bulge in his pants against Cara's soft body. Suddenly, he pulled back, brows furrowing in thought.

"Won't your new boyfriend be angry with you if he finds out?"

Cara pressed her index finger against his lips, shaking her head. "I don't want to think about anyone except you right now."

Darien nodded his head, then turned his attention towards the lower half of her body. His hands moved to the back of her long black skirt, quickly tugging down the zipper before pushing it over her hips with a wolfish grin. Cara stepped out of the skirt once it had finished pooling around her ankles, leaving it behind to join the discarded blouse. Darien stared down at Cara's near naked body in delight. While she had always been attractive, she had grown even more svelte since when they had first met. 

"Do you want me to keep my shoes on?" she whispered, her voice bringing Darien to the present. "Just like when we were together?"

He cleared his throat and looked down to Cara's black high-heeled shoes. "Yes, I think that I would like that very much," Darien agreed.

Now that the issue of Cara's footwear had been discussed, Darien moved his attention to her breasts, gently cupping them in his hands and rubbing his thumbs over the fabric of Cara's bra. Too absorbed in his activities to look up, Darien distantly heard her gasp as he gradually increased the pressure of his thumbs against her sensitive nipples. Quickly becoming more excited by her aroused sounds, he pushed her gently back onto the bed.

"Lay back on the pillows," Darien ordered, nodding towards the head of her bed. Excited by the change in position, Cara obediently situated herself as he had commanded.

Darien once more returned to her breasts, lavishing kisses over her skin and occasionally drifting to her nipples. After a few moments, he turned his head to rub his cheek against her chest, his stubble catching occasionally on her smooth skin. Moving below Cara's breasts, Darien trailed his tongue down her abdomen, pausing to run the tip around her navel. He stopped once he reached the waistband of her panties and looked up, observing her aroused disposition and labored breathing. Slowly, he bent forward to kiss the apex between her legs. Immediately, a moan escaped Cara's lips and she pressed her head back into the pillow. Darien pushed aside the fabric between her legs then extended his tongue to run over her small and throbbing nub. Above, he could hear her moan as the strokes of his tongues increased. Darien waited until her breathing came hard and fast before he sat back abruptly. Cara looked down in surprise, clearly disappointed that he had stopped at such a crucial moment. Darien stood from the bed and pointed at the edge of the mattress.

"Come over here," he said. After Cara had moved to where he had indicated, Darien gave his next command. "Now, get on your hands and knees, facing away from me."

Obediently, Cara positioned herself as he had said, her still shod feet hanging off the edge of the bed, and closed her eyes. Darien moved behind her and pulled down the panties to her knees. Resting a hand on her shapely rear, he plunged his thumb fully into her wet opening, smiling when she gave another gasp. Darien thrust his thumb inside a few more times, then pulled out to gently rub her clitoris. As he continued, his other hand went to his belt, fumbling in his attempt to unfasten the stubborn article. A few tries later, Darien had unbuckled the belt and unzipped his pants. After he was satisfied with his teasing of Cara, he pulled out his erection and positioned himself at her opening. Slowly, he slid himself inside to find Cara warm, tight and amply slick, both of them moaning together as Darien entered her fully. Grasping her thighs, Darien began to thrust himself gently at first, then quickly changing to harder strokes as he gained speed.

"How does this feel?" he managed to gasp out between thrusts.

Cara craned her head to the side and gave Darien a coy smile. "As good as I remember," she panted. Closing her eyes, she moaned when the tip of Darien's erection rubbed against a particularly sensitive spot as he repositioned his leg to get a better position. 

"I want you to go deeper," she cried, falling forward to her elbows. 

Never one to refuse, Darien obligingly pushed himself as far as he could, reveling in the feeling of her velvety tightness. Even from his angle, he could see Cara's breasts bouncing back and forth with his every rough thrust. Beneath him, she let out a muffled cry into the bed and squeezed herself tightly around his hardness. A moment later, he could feel Cara's body spasm as she came hard, her voice shrieking in ecstasy. Once she had finished and was gasping into the comforter, Darien pulled out and waited for her to sit up. 

"Was that good for you?" he asked with a smirk.

"It was okay," she responded with a toss of her head as she yanked her panties back up, which elicited a small chuckle from Darien. Cara sobered as her gaze drifted to his erection peeking out from under his shirt, still glistening with her wetness. "I think that it's time to take care of you next," she said, her voice growing silky as she moved off of the bed and down to her knees.

Surprised, Darien stared at Cara as she moved forward to lick the tip of his cock. She turned her head slightly to the side and swirled her tongue down along his length. He closed his eyes as he felt Cara's mouth close around him, her tongue caressing the underside of his erection. Darien lifted his hands from his sides to place them gently on the back of her head and carefully pulled her farther onto his cock until she had nearly taken him fully into her mouth. Cara pulled back and smiled at him.

"You've gotten better at blow jobs, I see," Darien commented.

"You can tell?" she asked, tilting her head slightly and quirking an eyebrow. Her hand moved forward to lightly caress his erection. "Do you want me to continue?" she asked innocently.

Darien looked into her large grey eyes and nodded. She leaned forward quickly and swallowed his length into her mouth, her head beginning to bob as she picked up speed. Closing his eyes, Darien could feel his orgasm quickly approaching. Cara broke off suddenly, alternating between placing kisses on the shaft and the tip. He moaned as she took him back into her mouth, sucking fervently on his cock until finally, Darien threw his head back and came. He could feel her eagerly swallow what he gave, continuing to suck hard until he had finished. She leaned back to look up at Darien, a hand going to her face to wipe away the liquid rolling down from the corner of her mouth. 

"You know," she began coyly as she crept backwards onto the bed, "blowing you turned me on again."

"Oh?" Darien replied with a raised brow. "Do you need me to do anything?"

Cara rearranged herself on the bed so that she had rested her head on the foot of the bed while her feet rested upon the pillows. 

"I think I can find a way to care of my little problem myself."

Leaning her head back, Cara's hand slipped under the waistline of her panties. Darien moved onto the bed, and rested his head against the headboard, watching Cara. Becoming frustrated by his obscured view, Darien reached out to slide her panties from her legs. Freed from the unnecessary material, Cara bent her knees and spread herself wide. 

As he continued to watch Cara take care of herself, Darien felt himself grow hard for a second time. Quickly, he stripped off his clothing, then reached out to still her hand. Creeping forward to cup her breast, Darien listened to Cara exhale in pleasure as his mouth covered her nipple. He took the tip between his teeth, tugging gently upwards, Cara moaning below him as she writhed upon the bed. She lifted her hands from the bed to gently run her fingertips through Darien's hair. A moment later, Cara brought his face up to meet hers, pulling him firmly against her mouth. Darien shoved aside her legs and settled between her thighs, pausing a moment before he pushed himself into her opening. She gasped as Darien settled deeply inside, tensing suddenly at his presence, then relaxing in complete contentment.

Darien began to thrust harder into Cara as they picked up the pace. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she shifted her body to allow him to slide in deeper. He heard Cara moan again as his erection pushed roughly against the sensitive upper part of her vaginal wall. She opened her eyes, looking lustfully up at Darien. "I-I think I'm going to come soon," she whispered. Darien stopped suddenly, with Cara looking up in surprise.

"Not yet, Cara." Quickly, Darien rolled to his back, pulling her after him. He shifted his hands to her hips, pulling Cara's body down hard onto his cock as he thrust his own hips upward. Cara tossed her head back, eyes pressing shut and mouth dropping open from the intense sensations. Darien quickly followed with a similar thrust, this time eliciting a sharp moan from the woman above. His eyes shifted between Cara's breasts bounce from his rough motions to her body sliding up and down his erection. Her skin began to turn a deeper hue of pink as she neared her climax. Darien gave her another hard thrust, feeling her body seize around him as she came again. Watching Cara climax above him, Darien began to feel the familiar feeling of his own impending pleasure. He closed his eyes and pushed his head back into the comforter as he released himself into her with a moan. With a few final small thrusts, Darien settled into the bed and looked up to the breathless Cara staring down at him in shock.

"That was amazing," she commented between gasps. Darien smiled and had begun to speak when he was cut off by a quiet rustling at the door. Hurriedly, he reached for his pants discarded by the bed as Cara quickly shook off her shoes and grabbed a shirt. Opening the door, Darien found a small girl who couldn't have been more than six staring up at him with a puzzled expression.

"Why was the door locked again, Daddy?" she asked in confusion, rubbing her eyes sleepily. 

Darien bent down to scoop the young girl into his arms. "I'm sorry, honey. I don't know how that happened." He moved towards the bed. "Did my little princess have a nightmare?"

The young girl nodded. "Uh-huh."

"How about you sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed tonight, okay?"

"Okay," she mumbled into his shoulder.

Cara smiled up at Darien as she moved to the side to make room for the two. Nonchalantly, Cara's hand went to her hair, attempting to smooth her unruly locks back into place. The little girl nestled in her parent's bed, looked up. 

"What were all those weird noises?"

Darien and Cara looked up to each other, attempting to hide their smiles. Cara looked down to her daughter after a moment.

"You probably just heard the cat, sweetheart," she answered, leaning forward to brush a kiss against the young girl's forehead. Cara waited until the girl's breath lengthened before turning attention to Darien. 

"Do we have another appointment for tomorrow night?" she asked mischievously.

"I wouldn't miss it," Darien returned with a smile as he leaned forward to give his wife a kiss.



Deception



"Dad, Tandie is a slut! Did you have to marry her?" 

"Uh, Mark let me call you back." Charles Gordon placed the phone on its receiver and walked around his desk to hug his daughter who had just stormed into his office. "Honey, slow down, take a deep breath and talk to me. What's going on? What aren't you at college?"

Patricia was furious. She had overheard her stepmother Tandie on the upstairs phone talking to some guy two nights ago. She hadn't meant to eavesdrop but when she picked up the phone, she couldn't believe her ears.

Patricia stepped back so she could look her father in the eyes, "Tandie is cheating on you Dad. I heard her talking to some guy on the phone the other night when I slept over. You should have heard the disgusting things coming out of her mouth. She called him Ben and described how she loved sucking his cock and why she couldn't wait to go down on him again. If that's not nasty enough for you she told him that she wanted him to come on her face and fuck her ass. I couldn't bear to hear anymore so I hung up the phone. I waited until she left this morning and then I went over to the house and searched her things for proof."

Charles could feel the blood rushing to his face. "You searched her... what do you mean Tandie is cheating? What kind of proof?"

Patricia shrugged her purse off her shoulder and fumbled a bit with the flap before she managed to extract some folded papers.

"Here is the proof I'm talking about. I found this journal buried under her lingerie with a page bookmarked." She waved them about wildly in the air too upset to keep still any longer. "These pages talk about how she met this Ben and here's the kicker. He used to be in Special Forces too so you probably know this asshole." Charles grabbed the papers from Patricia and started to read like a man possessed.

Monday 9/14/98 The girls and I went down to Murphy's for happy hour today. Those $2.00 martinis they make are amazing. This morning started out pretty rough. Day four of a hangover is never pretty and I've reached the conclusion that I have officially lost my mind. I decided to skip class this afternoon, because who can resist an Appletini? Not me.

I can't believe we partied on Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday; yet here we are again on Monday still hanging out. We sat at Gerard's bar and I ordered two shots of vodka to take the edge off. I waited for Gerard to make my Appletini before I rushed off to the ladies room for the third time in twenty minutes.

Of course, who did I run into on the way back to the table? None other than that guy I slept with last week whose name I can't remember. What the hell was I thinking when I hooked up with him? Oh right, I was horny, drunk off my ass, and he had that frat boy look that I love.

The conversation went something like this, "Hey! Long time no see."

And of course, I stayed true to form, "I'm sorry do I know you?"

"No, I guess you don't." He shook his head and hurried off. I know that was kind of cruel, but I had better things to do with my time than try to pretend I knew his name. Karen, Lauren and I giggled about what's his name for the rest of the night.

I really need to stop with the random hookups. We flirted big time with Gerard and Tony my absolute favorite bartenders and stumbled to Red Lion to party some more. "Broke Dick" Mondays always has cute guys who you never see out the rest of the week. I had such a great time today or should I say yesterday cause it's four o'clock in the morning. Hello week, goodbye sobriety.

Tuesday 9/15/98 Taco Tuesdays! I already got about ten text messages about "Dollar Drinks" at Pipeline tonight. I just got home from another boring day at school. What the hell am I doing in college? I mean really? I hate studying, I hate going to classes and the only thing good about this semester is my hot fucking Chemistry teacher Mark Blaine, but more on that later. I can't wait to hang out tonight. I hear that today is a military pay day so the club is going to be packed. Hopefully I can get some dick soon cause it's been four days, and that's five days too many.

My therapist tells me that I need to get a boyfriend, but no thanks. You have to be nice to them so that you can keep getting some. I enjoy being a mean bitch too much sometimes. Speaking of gratification I think this evening might be a no panties night. I feel like getting into some trouble.

I saw Mike on campus today with his girlfriend. He told me that he would be at Pipeline tonight with his boys. Maybe I can convince him to get on knees again like he did last week. I wonder if his girlfriend knows that she is tasting my pussy every time she kisses him after he "hangs out with the boys" on Thursday nights. I can't stop laughing every time I see them together. If he wasn't such a dog, I would try to hook him up with one of my friends.

Well I'm off to the club.

1:30am - Oh my god, I don't even know where to start. I met this really hot thirty-three year old guy at the club tonight. Okay first his name is Ben, how cute is that. He's got these slate gray eyes and a muscular build that looks like it could be put to good use. He told me that he's Special Forces for the Army, whatever the hell that is. All I know is I wanted to have him fuck me immediately. I would have gone home with him tonight, but of course, there was a snag.

Yep, Mike! I was dancing with Karen when out of nowhere this guy comes up and grabs me. He didn't even ask me to dance, but just started moving his hips against mine. I have a true weakness for forceful men so this was a turn on definitely. We danced for a couple of songs and then walked over to the bar to get something to drink. While we were standing in the crush waiting for a drink, I felt his hand slide up my leg underneath my dress and he says, "You're not wearing panties."

Now I have to pause the story here. My pussy was already wet, but when he started slipping his finger back and forth inside me right there in the middle of a crowd, I gushed serious liquid.

Then he whispers, "I could tell you didn't have any on when you I saw you dancing out there with your friends. So what kind of girl are you? Are you a good one or the kind that will come home with me so I can give her some cock?"

I admit I had a shameless hussy moment and leaned back so I could feel his fingers in the just the right spot before I answered him. I turned my body into his and kissed him. Ben pulled his fingers out of me at some point and rubbed the juice over my lips and then kissed me again. I realized we were attracting attention when I heard someone tell us to get a room. It was getting a little graphic so he grabbed my hand and we went to find a corner to finish the "conversation" we were having.

We finally found a quiet spot over by the side doors and we exchanged phone numbers so I could call him when I was ready to leave. I told him front door, you, me, twenty and blew him a kiss.

I tracked down Karen to let her that I was getting some from Mr. Hot Body when Mike comes up and decides he wants face time. I totally blew him off with the period excuse so I could capitalize on the Ben situation. Unfortunately Mike decided he wanted to take me home because I stupidly told him I wasn't feeling that well. I left Ben a message telling him something came up and I would call him later then left with Mike.

Now I'm home writing in my journal cause Mike just dropped me off. It's probably him calling me now. Arrgh! Why me? I'm going to have to explain this Mike thing to my therapist. I mean I don't owe him anything, but I'm catering to his whims. What the fuck. Maybe she can help me get rid of him... 

Yes, there is a god. Mr. Hot Body just called he wants to come pick me up! Gotta go get laid. Please let him like anal sex, please...

Wednesday 9/16/98 Power Hour Wednesdays! I can barely walk and I'm so fucking sore. Mr. Hot Body knows how to keep a girl coming back for more. Gotta go to class, it's Mark Blaine's day to inspire more sexual fantasies, but will write down details as soon as I get some rest. All I can say is WOW!!

Chuck finished reading the first couple of copied pages. He stumbled over to the chair, slumped down, and placed his head in his hands. He needed to think. He had hoped this day would never come. It is every man's worst nightmare. But agonizing over it would do no good; he just needed to figure out the best approach.

"See the kind of whore you married? She has been dealing with this guy for like 10 years how sick is that?" Patricia asked angrily.

She was sorry that her father would be heartbroken over this, but it was for the best. She hated Tandie. Now hate is a strong word, but Patricia had dreamed of ways to murder Tandie when she was younger. She just couldn't figure out how to do it and not get caught. Her resentment stemmed from the fact that once Tandie entered their lives she was sent away to boarding school. When her father asked her if she wanted to stay in the house with Tandie while he was on deployment, she never thought that his solution would be boarding school. She knew that he had no control over how long his tour would be, but those two years seemed interminable. She was jubilant when he came home, but her resentment increased the day he decided that it would be better if she stayed away at boarding school rather than transfer home.

Chuck sat up and reached for Patricia's hand. "Honey, Tandie has been with us for seven years. I think we should wait for her to get home this evening before we discuss this further. You owe her that much. Let's go get something to eat and then you can tell me about how college life is going."

"Oh Dad, I'm so sorry this is happening to you. I wish I could make it go away." Patricia didn't like the look on her father's face and she knew he was trying to avoid talking about the crisis at hand. "I think food might be a good idea."

"Alright, grab your coat and let's go. What are you in the mood for?"

To Be Continued... 



Deception



INTRODUCTION

Widower Paul Wright created rather a sensation when on the day after his son graduated from college he married a woman unknown to his two children and wider family and his friends.

Philip said to his older sister Penny, a lively blonde know-all attorney aged twenty-six, "This is a bit of a shocker."

"Yes, she sniffed, as they rode in a cab behind the cab carrying their father and his two best friends to the church. "I'm still highly upset and to think he's been fucking that bitch probably before he began proceedings to divorce mommy. A pox on him."

"What's that?" asked the new science graduate, acutely curious.

"It's a curse I think. I've read about it in novels merely as an utterance in Shakespeare used a form of it. It's probably meant to have an ethereal rather than a literal meaning."

"Do you really want something bad to happen to dad for having it off with this woman when he was still married to mom?"

"Philip I have just explained although I presented my comment more or less as a curse it was meant to be taken literally."

"Eh? Then why don't you say what do mean?"

"Oh god Philip. Let's talk about something else. What do we call this woman?"

"Eh?"

"Christ Philip we can scarcely call her Mrs Wright."

"Got you. We should insist on calling her by her first name no matter how old she is."

"Good because I was already thinking that. We must stand together on this and if she objects we'll quietly tell dad it is either her first name or we'll simply call her Bitch."

"Eh?"

"God Philip and you are supposed to be educated."

The marriage was conducted before a clergyman, his assistant, the organist, the bride's parents, Philip and Penelope, their father's two friends and two friends of the bride.

The bride arrived and Penny almost wet herself because the bitch looked only a little over thirty.

The ceremony was mercifully short without singing and only one prayer. Paul then introduced Petra Williams, a lecturer in computer graphics, who was now Mrs Wright the 2nd to his family and Petra introduced Paul to her parents and her two friends and the bride and groom. The newly-marrieds then left without advising anyone where they were going and when would they return.

Family and guests stood around awkwardly until Petra's father, who was looking somewhat shell-shocked, was prodded by his wife and said, "Okay everyone, let's find a bar; the drinks are on me."

As everyone trooped out of the church with David and Phyllis Williams in the lead Penny, who was still getting over the latest shock, said to Philip she couldn't believe it.

"Believe what? People get married every day."

"Oh fuck me," Penny groaned.

One of her father's friends took Penny's other arm and smiled, saying perhaps he could assist her.

The guy said to Philip, "Drop back and talk to Mr Chaplain while I assist your sister deal with her emotions."

Philip did that and later he saw Penny leave the bar with that guy that Les Chaplain said was Leroy Evans. Penny didn't return home until 9:00 next morning and when Philip said she looked a wreck she told him he would too if he'd been totally fucked.

Philip thought that was very rude of his sister talking to him in that manner. 

Nine months later Penny married a junior partner in her law firm, Jack Leighton, whose father was Silas Leighton, one of the senior partners. Penny had told her stepmom that this was an auspicious move because it was likely Mr Leighton would be bullied by his wife to promote Penny as a junior partner. During those nine months Penny and her new stepmom Petra Williams had spent considerable time together and had become very close.

Too close actually.



CHAPTER 1

In a corner of a bar on Friday night occupied by attorneys from Baldez, Leighton Zeiss, LLP, Jack Leighton from the Litigation/Controversy department looked around for someone to fuck although that usually was termed looking for someone to take to dinner. 

Jack's generally dismissive gaze fell upon Penny Wright from the Real Estate department and his dick stirred, signaling have a go man. Slim Penny had great legs; that he already knew and that she was loosely dating Ben Shanks, manager of the Real Estate department. It had to be 'loosely' because Ben had a wife and a kid.

Just as he was staring, making that assessment, Penny turned and their eyes locked and he almost heard his dick yell Yes!

Jack winked.

Blondes generally blush and Penny was no exception. Jack assumed her thighs were now pressing together and she was surprised they were doing that and would be left mystified. Jack wasn't to know Penny almost had gasped aloud oh jumping catfish the smoothie Jack Leighton was interested in having sex with her and that it was a convenient hit because her manager/boyfriend was taking his wife to the ballet that evening. 

The smoothie slid up alongside Penny and said taking her glass from her, "What are you drinking?"

"Water," she said, and took her glass back from him saying it was half full.

"Or half empty," sighed Jack, thinking he'd blown it.

She giggled and said he was funny.

Funny? Oh hello, Jack thought. She can sense a dick on the rise and is coming down to his level to assist such a bumbling fool.

"Dinner?"

"And then what?"

Jack felt as if he'd thudded into a street pole. How the hell to reply appropriately?

She waited.

He stalled wondering which of seven responses suggested by his brain to use but the first choice of 'We'll then go to my apartment and look at the goldfish' was scarcely the right response to make a woman keen to down her panties.

Jack wondered about 'Then we'll do what you suggest providing it's filthy' and looked down to see she was tapping one of her red shoes. He decided to be reasonably neutral but with a touch of suggestiveness, 'We'll then go to my apartment.' He looked up, mouth open ready to deliver, and found she'd turned and was now conversing with Suzanne and Paula both from Insurance/Reinsurance who were bi-sexual and Jack had taken both to dinner together and then on to see his goldfish. He peeled off to the right and listened to Arthur from Aviation and Melanie from Estate Planning arranging their next naughty weekend. They explained to Jack although they lived together they enjoyed going away for the occasional weekend and pretended they were committing adultery.

After two minutes listening to that crap Jack decided to find another bar, but not a gay bar, and get drunk.

"Wait up," called Penny, coming out behind him. "I hope you didn't forget we have a dinner date and then to go back to your apartment on some pretence that you failed to deliver on?"

"Oh no I was just stepping out to get some fresh air."

"But the air out here on this vehicle-jammed street is toxically polluted."

"Yeah well that risk is better than being turned into stone by boring conversation."

Penny looked at him a little doubtfully but said at least he shared her view that attorneys generally were a boring lot. "Um not you."

Jack felt gratified.

Later that evening he experienced one of the greatest surprises of his life to date: Penny was a stunning fuck. She dribbled in sexual excitement, she licked his butt hole without being asked and when she was coming she squeezed down on his thrusting erection so hard the poor prick spewed instantly and voluminously. It was almost an hour before he was ready to go again, that length of delay really impressing Jack and Penny said he was such a darling allowing her to nap for so long.

That night Jack did something new for him: he asked Penny to his parent's place for a cookout on Sunday. When he called his mom Vera about that arrangement she was practically left speechless, although that could never be possible, and as if confirming that she croaked he'd never brought a female home since college days.

That surprised Jack too. He had no idea why he'd elevated Penny in such a way when he now regarded women as people that a guy fucks like a worker operating at a conveyor belt. He'd become so used to one-night stands that until Penny he'd not thought of continuing the encounter because he already had a replacement in mind. The reason was pretty simple though: none of his past women had fucked quite like Penny.

Silas Leighton greeted Penny when she arrived. "Ah Miss Wright from Immigration."

"Yes Mr Baldez."

Silas was taken aback and then noticed the lingering smile and he grinned.

"I was waiting to be corrected and told no you were from Real Estate. You handled that astutely my dear. Please call me Silas and my I call you Pat?

"Yes you big tease. Call me Pat."

"Oh Vera, our guest has arrived. Come and meet Penny. Watch her because she has a very lively mind."

Vera was very friendly but left Penny feeling as if she were being inspected like a piece of meat. Omigod, she thought in rising excitement. Some of her friends had told her about this and it was a unique experience for her: the woman was looking her over while thinking grandchildren.

Later that evening when Jack was stroking into Penny deeply he grunted, "Mom thinks you're top shelf. Want to become engaged?"

Penny convulsed and came hugely. She gurgled, "Yes."

Jack continuing to stroke on manfully assumed that meant yes to being engaged rather than yes, yes, yes because she was wetting his balls in girl's cum. 

Before they went to sleep he told her more about himself, that his father Silas used to work for an international mining exploration consortium as a legal negotiator and Jack was born in Australia and still held a valid passport. His mother later gave birth in Australia but the tiny girl she died two days later due to lung complications and that's when his parent's returned home. 

Penny insisted on Jack meeting her parents before any engagement. Jack knew her father slightly because they were both members of the same squash and tennis club and he was aware Jack had remarried.

Paul handed Jack a beer and Penny said her martini was awful so she went to the kitchen to make a fresh mix. The two men were talking when Paul said, "Ah here's Petra" and Paul turned and said hi to Penny's sister. God with her fuller figure physically she left Penny for dead.

"Oh hi Jack," she said, kissing him on the cheek exquisitely with just a light touch of bosom pressing into the arm of his jacket. Jack felt his dick stir.

"My lovely stepdaughter is absolutely happy you are giving her so much attention."

Stepdaughter? God Paul, what a lucky old ram; Petra was his new wife!

"Here Petra, I'm made a fresh batch of martinis. I'll have to give you a lesson on the correct mix for martinis. I found the bottle of Curacao was out. Did you put that in your mix?"

"Yes somehow I had a thought that was part of the mix."

Their guest suggested, "You might be thinking of a Blue Lagoon cocktail. That has blue Curacao in it."

"Yes that's it," Petra said looking at Jack with interest. "Are you a cocktail aficionado?"

"I'm sure I not but I've down a wide variety in my time," he said.

Penny said lamely, "I really only enjoy martinis and the occasional Tom Collins."

Her stepmom asked Jack what was his favorite cocktail.

"He told me it was either Sex on the Beach or Bosom Caresser," Penny laughed and her father said he preferred wine or beer.

"Bosom Caresser?" Petra said and Jack looked at her shapely breasts and found her staring back at him.

"Um you ought to try that sometime. The mix includes orange Curacao," he said feeling the collar of his shirt tighten under his tie. Penny had insisted he wear a damn tie.

After dinner where the wine and conversation flowed, Penny helped her dad clear away and Petra sat in the lounge talking to Jack. Jack guessed Penny would be talking to her father about becoming engaged to Jack.

Petra moved in her armchair and slowly lifted up a leg and crossed it and now pulling her skirt back down. 

Jack swallowed, looking at an expanse of thigh above the thigh-high stocking. He dabbed his forehead with his handkerchief and Petra looked at him startled and then murmured sorry and pulled down her skirt.

"There's no need to apologize for having great legs," Jack said in a normal voice and Petra looked nervously toward the passage to the kitchen.

"It was quite unintentional," she whispered.

He said he knew that and she sat back looking more relaxed and then giggled.

"What?"

"You are not at all what I expected. I thought Penny being rather lively would have chosen a quiet guy but you give me the impression that... well... you give me the impression."

"That I'm big into women?"

"Let me suggest you are comfortable with women."

"They interest me."

Petra refused to let up. "In what way?"

He winked.

"Oh god," she giggled. "I must remember to never allow you to mix me a Bosom Caresser in case you try to pour it over me."

Jack looked at her breasts and she appeared to move them forward slightly.

He looked up and she didn't look away. 

She said, "God you are wicked," and giggled. She then changed the subject and asked what he'd chosen law as a career.

They were discussing tennis as an ideal recreational sport when the others returned.

When Jack was driving home, Penny having shifted in with him a week earlier, said: Dad and Petra say you impressed them and will be happy if we marry.

"Right, let's do it."

After sex that night and when Penny was on her side breathing regularly, Jack lay on his back with two fingers over his limp dick and an arm over his eyes in the dark. It didn't surprise him the two plump tits he was picturing were on the chest of Penny's stepmom. It just saddened him there was nothing he could do about it.

After that Jack stayed away from Petra as much as he could, attempting to be obvious about it. That summer he couldn't avoid going to the lake with them for seven days because Penny was so desperate for them to go, saying it would give him the chance to really bond with her parents. Oh shit. He had to agree to go.

Petra spent the entire week, including the one rainy day, wobbling her tits at him, or so it seemed. Everyone else would probably say oh Petra seemed to live in her bikini and even just pulled on a skirt when she went shopping.

On the second day just before lunch Paul who worked on investigations for the IRS and Jack were drinking beer on the lawn of the rented lakefront house when Petra arrived with nibbles and bent over right in front of them to pick up Paul's bottle top.

Jack almost creamed his pants, seeing the outline of her vulva under her tight bikini bottom and what looked suspiciously like a tiny wet spot. Oh shit. He looked at Paul who was looking at the young chick next-door who'd just waved to them.

When Petra straightened up she said to Paul lunch would be served in ten minutes, that she and Penny would get their own cocktails.

Jack said, "I'll come."

"Oh goodie," Petra said and the way in which she said that turned Jack's face berry-red.

"Sucker," Paul said. "They are capable of mixing their own."

Jack followed Petra's swaying ass up the steps to the top deck that gave direct access to the living rooms and got close enough to smell pussy but smelt nothing.

"Any closer you'll have your face up my butt," Petra giggled, giving her uncomfortable guest half and erection.

"Look I found a gentleman to mix us cocktails."

"Great," Penny said, brightly, kissing Jack and making him feel like an adulterer.

"Surprise us Jack."

The surprise for Jack came when he opened the drinks cabinet. It was extensively stocked.

The found the right ingredient and placed enough vodka and port over ice in the blender to make four cocktails and placed a slice of lemon over two glasses and poured half the blended mix.

"Oooh, what's this," Penny cooed and that made Petra giggled. That gave Jack the fleeting idea of mixing a whole jug of it and then fucking the women together.

He enjoyed that thought. Well he was on vacation.

The women liked the drink but had no idea what it was and the only content they guessed correctly was ice and identified the garnish as lemon.

"It's called a Bombarral," he said. "One third vodka, two-thirds port."

"Oooh, that will open my legs," Petra sniggered and that made Penny laugh.

Paul arrived to find out what he was missing so Jack had to make a whole jug full of Bombarrals.

After lunch they heard Paul and Petra fucking noisily so Penny led Jack down to their bedroom and they let rip.

Someone from the social club called and Paul yelled do you guys wish to enter the tennis tournament Friday. The draw is almost full."

Penny remained asleep so Jack yelled, "Yes." That awoke Penny and she demanded in a slurred voice to be fucked again and so Jack obliged.

Penny padded out to the toilet nude and turned and slipped back to sleep almost immediately. A few minutes later Jack went to the toilet. The door to the little room was half open and Penny had left the light on.

Jack yawned and pushed the door wide open and saw Petra, also nude, was on the John.

"Christ, sorry," he burbled and she said it was okay. He looked at her juicy tits and she looked at his groin and whispered, "Omigod, you're a big boy."

Jack hurried back to the bedroom mortified and returned after hearing Petra close the door to the main bedroom.

He peed and had this vision of peeing over the nude Petra.

"Grow up you sex-starved freak," he grumbled and returned to the bedroom with his cock at half-mast thinking he really should seek counseling.

Everyone began appearing from around 4:00 with Petra last to appear. As she went by Jack to grab her coffee she whispered, "Hi big boy."

That made Jack angry because he had to scuttle out of the room to cuff his rising dick into submission. God that woman was sexy.

They arrived at the Recreation Center on Friday at 8:45 to find people everywhere. It was a full field with sixty pairs, minimum age of eighteen, and almost as many spectators. Fortunately there were four courts. The field was divided into A and B divisions with everyone reminded it was a social occasion and players were asked not to slaughter their opponents. The tournament was played without advantage applying, meaning the pair to reach 6-points first won that game and the match would be won by the pair winning the best of three sets. They would then advance to the next round. Winners of the two divisions would play off for the championship with advantage applying for the best of three sets.

The entry fee included a barbecue meal with free drinks to follow the prize-giving to encourage everyone to settle in for the day.

Penny was sent off by Paul to find out who they all were drawn with.

She came back looking excited.

"I've drawn the summer tennis coach here, Sally Oaks. We could win this tournament. Dad you have drawn Mrs Davis who won the tournament last year and so you could be our opponents in the final. Believe it or not mom your partner is Jack so you two could be in with a chance because Jack can be a cracker when he's on song."

"Oh poor Jack, you'll have to carry me," Petra said. "I'm so mediocre."

"It's only social tennis Petra. If you promise to heed what I tell you we could make it to near the top. This field will be filled with bunnies and crocks."

"Then how do you describe you and me?"

"Sleek fighting machines honed to win through."

"Oh god, you are expecting too much from me Jack."

They all laughed.

"Dad my partner and I may play you because we are in the A division. Mom and Jack are in B."

Paul and Thelma Davis lost to Penny and Sally Oaks in the final of the A division and although Petra and Jack cruised through to in B division they lost to Penny and Sally in the final 1-6, 6-4, 3-6.

"Oh we put up such a great fight," Petra said, excitedly pressing in hard against Jack and kissing him on the mouth. She smelt mainly of hair spray, sweat and pussy odor. That excited Jack so much that instead of pulling on his sweater he held it waist high to keep his erection out of sight. God that Petra was lethal.




Deception



Jack watched her walking around with Paul and being introduced to people and being so animated talking to them. He watched her arms wave around; he watched her tight butt and great legs and must have mentally fucked her ten times when she arrived at his side with a fresh cold beer and a fruit juice for herself.

"I've been watching you for the past forty minutes," she said.

"Penny is wandering around with her new pal Sally Oaks introducing Sally to non-tennis people."

"You were watching me, minutely."

"Yes."

"Oh, I expected you to deny that."

"Nope you asked a straightforward question and so a straightforward answer was in order."

"Spoken like a lawyer."

"Why were you watching me so intently?"

"Jesus Petra, what's this about?"

She was silent for a moment and then said, "I just wanted to know that's all."

It was Jack's turn to ponder. Finally he said, "You won't like the answer to that question."

"Let me be the judge of that."

He squirmed slightly. "I was mentally fucking you."

"Christ Jack," Petra whispered, looking around wildly, "Keep your voice down."

"I can't bring myself to apologize for thinking that Petra. It would be so insincere to do that."

"I d-don't want you to reply. I feel hugely flattered."

"You do?"

"Yes Jack."

"Um then let's put this behind us."

"I'll try Jack, I'll really try. Was I any good Jack, I mean mentally?"

"Please Petra. Command me not to answer that."

"Please don't answer that Jack you disgusting man," Petra giggled. "Get me another bottle of chilled mineral water. You have got me hotter that when I was playing tennis."

"What is your pussy shaped like sweetie?"

"Oh god Jack fuck off before you get me making a fool of myself."

Jack and Penny left on Sunday morning and he was relieved the behavior between him and his hostess had returned to normal and even when saying goodbye she kissed him chastely and choose her words carefully. He was so relieved. Well why on earth would she want to fuck him? It was all inside his head. Petra had made her choice and knew she was married. It satisfied him thinking like that and no way would he wonder if that thinking was bullshit.

As he drove off Penny said that was a wonderful week. "I knew you and dad would hit it off but wasn't sure about you and Petra. What do you think of her?"

"Oh great at conversation, a great disposition, great tits and butt, flat stomach, beautiful skin, hair, eyes and legs. Rather like all you top class women."

"Did you feel like fucking her?"

"Yeah a couple of times when she bent over in those tight bikini pants."

"Did you try?"

"Nope I guess because I would have know you wouldn't have liked me doing that and who knows what her reaction would have been."

"Oh Jack, you have a great attitude and thank you for not fucking or attempting to fuck my stepmom. You are such a lovely man."

"Thanks darling. You know throughout our vacation I've thought you are fucking better than ever and I've always regarded you as a top-shelf fuck."

"Oh Jack, what a huge accolade."

"Well we will be with my mom and dad for the next three days and nights. It can become pretty cooped up on a boat all that time. Please try to behave immaculately. I think during this week we ought to set a wedding date and perhaps that will make dad think very seriously about nominating you for a junior partnership. If he moves before we announce the wedding he will be less likely of being accused of nepotism if he's thinking that way. I'm aware the practice is two junior partners short of the maximum they have had in the past. He's not said anything to me."

"Yes and that's excellent thinking. Um what do you think about me having mild sex with him? Would that help?"

"Define mild sex."

"Me allowing him to rub my pussy and perhaps me also jerking him off."

"I honestly don't know whether such an offer would harm or promote your cause. Why don't you ask mom?"

"Oh thanks you butthead," Penny giggled. "That really could put the cat among the pigeons."

"My instinct tells me you ought not make that offer Penny."

"Yeah me too. Let's talk wedding plans now."

They parked in a secure area and reached the boarding jetty just as Silas had docked the big launch. Penny had called ahead to advise their expected arrival time. Jack's parents had earlier disembarked the two couples who'd been their guests for three days and had then refueled and restocked the boat with food and drink. Silas maintained three days at sea was long enough for anyone not big into boating.

"Hi darling," Vera said to Penny, coming down the dock to greet her warmly. "Has my boy being looking after you more than adequately on your vacation so far? If he's been two frisky for you I can put you in your own cabin."

"It's fine, truly Mrs Leighton."

"Darling it's time you called me Vera."

"Very well, I would like that thank you Vera."

Vera laughed and said she admired Penny for being such a well-mannered young woman.

Jack decided his mom sounded to be in a fine mood and so he should push.

"Mom I was wondering about Penny's prospects in the firm. She's head and shoulders above her intake and the intake ahead of her, or so Chris Hedge said at the last management meeting."

"Yes dear and it's all under control. I've been working on your father and everything is prepared for lift-off as far as the partners are concerned. Your father has brought the junior partnership proposal and agreement documentation with him. Sorry for talking as if you weren't here darling but I was answering a question and I'm sure you know what it's about. Once you agree with the proposal and peruse the fine print relating to your obligations and responsibilities it's over to you to decide whether you wish to gain admission on a cash payment or by deferred payment that can be met in several ways including simply by diversion of bonuses."

"Oh Vera, that you for your support. This is so exciting."

"That you darling. Now you two, pretend you know nothing. I'm sure it's Silas's plan to surprise you both with a pompous announcement when we are having pre-dinner drinks at some anchorage this evening."

Penny was admitted as one of two junior partners three weeks after she recommenced work after the vacation and she and Jack married two months after that.

CHAPTER 2

Almost two years of married had past and Penny was doing well, having served as assistant manager of the Real Estate department and after acquiring that experience had recently been appointed manager of Immigration and Citizenship, her nominated area of specialization at the time of her recruitment.

Jack was in Medical, Medical Misadventure and Medical Malpractice, being groomed to eventually head that big fee-earning department. He was deeply involved in his work and he and Penny had leased an expensive apartment and leased their vehicles. That plus an expensive lifestyle and paying off their investment into partnership was taking most of their earnings.

Their marriage was ticking along nicely, Jack thought wryly. He was unable to be any more enthusiastic about it than that. People chose to do many things without him, such as retaining her pre-marriage association with a group of girlfriends, she was learning to play Bridge that he had no interest in learning, and she went shopping for most of Saturday and he either played tennis on Saturday or went to some sports event. On Sundays they lazed around together, beginning by sharing the Sunday newspaper and spilling the crumbs from croissants all over the bed after Jack had gone out for them while Penny showered after sex and made coffee.

Jack was concerned there had been a falloff in sexual activity and wondered if Penny was ageing before her time. That's when his PA told him very confidentially that she'd seen Penny smooching with a guy in a café on two consecutive Saturday mornings.

Jack watched the café from across the street, saw Penny arrive alone and then emerge with their joint personal accountant, Hogan Mace.

He followed them to an apartment and watched them enter at 1l:00 and Penny the slut reappeared just before 2:00 and her hair was wet and she looked tired. The following Saturday the two of them followed the same pattern.

Jack decided to have it out with the deceitful bitch. He'd demand a divorce, er perhaps he'd demand she give up the guy and become a proper wife and have babies like other women her age.

But when Penny arrived home he'd changed his mind, deciding to let it be. If the bitch became pregnant he'd have the kid blood tested to establish parentage. 

That night they went to her parent's for dinner.

For almost two years Jack had consistently avoided being anywhere alone with Petra and it had worked splendidly and he'd gained the impression she was aware of that and cooperated. This night she was preparing to put an apple pie in the oven and Jack came up behind her and grabbed the inside of both thighs high up and squeezed gently.

She shot up straight and almost dropped the pie dish and almost hit his jaw with her head.

Petra looked around to see who it was and then looked to see if anyone else was in the kitchen.

"Jesus Jack," she whispered hoarsely. "What are you on?"

"Nothing, I don't do drugs. I was hoping for a kiss and an invitation to touch pussy."

"Jack cool it you fool."

"Sweetheart, promise when I tell you this you'll lips will be sealed forever about it. For ever."

"Yes I promise. This better be good Jack. I feel like hitting you with the skillet."

"Today I confirmed my wife, your stepdaughter, is having an affair with our personal accountant Hogan Mace. I followed them to that apartment last Saturday and again to see if the pattern would be repeated. It was. She stayed in his apartment building for three hours and on both occasions came out with wet hair."

"Perhaps they swim together?"

"Perhaps. Only problem is when I looked in the bag my wife was carrying when she arrived home this afternoon and she was surprised, really surprised, to see me already home, I found a half-empty 48 box of condoms, two butt plugs and two vibrators. I wasn't aware my wife owned vibrators or butt plugs and they aren't the brand of condoms I used when I butt fuck her."

"Oooh you butt fuck?"

"Yes doesn't everyone?"

"I don't think so, not by a long shot. Her father certainly doesn't. But what I can't understand is why are you telling me this?"

"My wife is getting it off outside of your home and so I think I should too. I'd like to fuck you Petra, regularly."

"Oh god go back to the lounge with two beers darling. I'll have to think deeply about this."

"Okay may I touch your pussy?"

"No."

"I think you mean yes."

Jack watched Petra very carefully as his hand dipped under her skirt.

Nothing.

He began to worry but as his fingers toughed the bare skin above her stocking tops he felt her legs part slightly and her breathing quicken. Her eyes flicked.

"Are you okay about this?"

She nodded.

He sunk two fingers in deeply and she looked at him, deeply, virtually expressionless.

Jack withdrew his dripping fingers and offered her one to suck.

"Oh fuck Jack. This is pushing me to the limit."

"Please suck."

She obeyed, watching him closely.

He pulled the fingers away and he sucked the other still dripping finger.

"Why?"

He replied, "We are now bonded but a bond you are free to break at any time. You know should know just how much I wish to share your body."

"What if it means the end of my marriage?"

"I'll remain committed to you as much as I possible can."

"For fuck sake Jack, grab those beers and get back into that room."

He did that and found his wife and her father deep in discussion about their brother/son Philip who had just been appointed to head a prestigious research team to find new ways to reduce corrosion on the frames and cladding of modern aircraft.

Jack had met Philip a few times and thought he was a pig ignorant and insensitive toad but obviously he must possess a streak or two of brilliance, unlike himself, who was qualified and focused on attempting to lure Philip's stepmom into adultery.

Paul took the beer with thanks and Penny asked what was cooking.

"Braised steak with roasted vegetables and the most delicious-looking apple pie, up with the best of yours darling," he said expansively, not wishing to indicate to his wife he was more than suspicious about her behavior and of course not wishing to speculate that he may have had two fingers up the cunt of her stepmom. If she could play at deception, it was reasonable that he could mirror her deceptive behavior.

The meal was beautiful, the wine was great and the conversation rarely lagged. Jack noticed with alarm that the main meal was actually Irish stew and boiled vegetables and so made a huge thing of the apple pie when Petra later entered in with it. That placed Penny's focus on the pie and after tasting it she freely admitted it was outstanding. Jack took comfort in the fact that his wife was aware he knew fuck-all about cooking and would be capable of confusing Irish stew and boiled vegetables for braised steak and roasted vegetables. At least he hoped he was right about that.

Petra called Jack next day during her lunch break to say she was prepared to have a one-off fling with him.

"I wanted an affair without a predicted ending."

"And I say a one-off fling or nothing."

"Okay."

"I can tell Paul I'm going to a seminar a couple of hundred miles away to be a presenter and guest speaker at the dinner. That would mean two nights away."

"Yeah that would be okay. Paul will probably wish to go with you."

"I'll invite him to accompany me with if we make it the last weekend of this month he won't wish to go because the pressure will be on accountants because it's on the eve of six-monthly reporting period for companies."

"Right, sounds good. I'll come us with some bullshit story for my wife and she'll not want to go with me. Oh I know, I'll say it's Ivan Roach's thirty-fifth birthday. They were at our wedding. She was appalled by Ivan's loud-mouth behavior telling filthy jokes and dismissed his wife as a loud-mouth slut."

"Sounds like a bullet-proof alibi to me," said Petra.

They settled on dates and location and agreed to arrive and depart in their vehicles separately at different times to lower the risk of accidental detection.

It really was all about deception.

* * *

Around 9:30 on Friday night Petra opened the door nervously to the suite she'd booked in a four-star hotel and croaked, "Hi."

Jack entered and she closed the door and her face was a little white.

"This is a terrible thing we are doing."

Jack smiled. "You must had done it once before because you associated with Paul and I assume sexually before Paul divorced his first wife."

"Yes but this is different because I'm betraying my stepdaughter."

"Well yes, it is different. I grant you that."

The pretty brunette had difficulty looking at Jack.

He said kindly, "Yes you are in a bit of a tizz. What do you want to do?"

"I really don't know."

"We'll let's undress and look at one another and see where that takes us."

Petra said, "Let's get into the spa. There's a large one in the bathroom and it's heated, ready for use."

"Yeah, great idea. You get in and I'll fetch you a drink."

Petra hurried off and Jack dug into his bag and produced mixes for cocktails and mixed one. He undressed and took it into the bathroom and asked Petra to stand.

She got up awkwardly and said shyly it was the first time he'd seen her nude.

"You look great. What a beautiful cunt."

He stepped into the bath and handed her the glass.

"Pour a little over your breasts and then drink some of it."

"What is it?"

"Bosom Caresser."

"Oh god," she giggled and poured some over her breasts and they watched her nipples thicken and rise. 

Jack leaned down and began licking some of the liquid still sticking to her bosom while Petra stretched out and drank some of the mix.

"Beautiful."

She then said, "Some has dribbled right down."

Slowly Jack followed the trail down, licking as he went and feeling though his hands the tension in Petra ebbing.

Eventually he had tongue and fingers working into her pussy and she was groaning or, more accurately, she was gurgling.

They were away.

After Petra climaxed Jack lifted her up, stepped out and placed her on the bed. All the time she was stroking his face and cooing what a lovely man he was. The lovely man then struck a long fat and reddened cock right into the heart of her groin, making her mouth open in silent screams and her eyes blinked and opened and closed repeatedly. She began smothering parts of Jack she could grab with little kisses as he pumped away, grinning very lewdly. 

"God you are such a great fuck," he said. "So tight around me and you're so cooperative, so unified, so uncomplaining."

They were doing it with Petra flat on her back at her request. As Jack pulled and bit on her nipples as he was plunging away with long strokes Petra became more and more aroused and began heating up. She grabbed his buns and timed her pull with his thrusts and he really banged into her, shaking her body and wobbling her tits and she clenched her teeth to stop them banging together.

When she felt the head of his cock harden and begin to swell, she let go one side of his butt and used that hand to hit her clit. She began convulsing and yelled into her climax and a few seconds later Jack shuddered and began pumping semen deep into her. She couldn't feel the semen squirting but felt the head of his cock jerking and she hugged Jack to her and sobbed almost incoherently that she loved him, she loved him.

She then blathered, "Oh god, I didn't mean to say that. Oh fuck."

As soon as his panting was under control Jack urged, "Hush, hush. It's okay. Say whatever you wish. It's just your emotions yelling and I'm glad I've triggered your emotions because for a woman that's important."

He squeezed her in a hug and said, "Petra I really, really like you and there's something about you that fired within me from the first time I say you. I know it's called sexual attraction but for weeks I've kept on thinking about you."

"Have you, have you really?" she sobbed.

"Yes and the amazing think it's not only thinking about fucking you. I think of your face and just want to touch it. I knew I was married to someone else and I knew you were married to someone else but that never made me feel guilty."

They had sex another three times that night and in the morning, arriving back from the toilet, Petra kissed Jack and length, deep tonguing at times and then bit him on the ear and whispered, "I want you up my butt, all the way if I can handle it. Fuck me beautifully, right up to your balls Jack."

Twenty minutes later Jack's balls smacked against the bottom of Petra's pussy. The shaft up his dick was up Petra's butt as far as it could go. She unclenched he teeth and shouted, "Atta boy Jack. I'm so proud of you."

Jack eased back till most of his shaft was out and then slowly began fucking and slowly as Petra called "More" he fed another bit in. He settled into short strokes and at times had up to five inches in on a thrust, and both of them were comfortable at that point and settled down to get themselves off, Jack reaching under Petra and squeezing both tits and Petra fingering and smacking her clit.

CHAPTER 3

After they returned home guiltily from a fantastic weekend of sexual gluttony, Jack stayed away from Petra thinking if she wanted to continue it would have to be her move.

The complete separation between them lasted just over two weeks and then Penny suggested she ask her parents over for lunch on Sunday.

Jack thought well it was an opportune time for Petra to hit the wall over their socially unacceptable relationship. 




Deception



Penny and Jack were now kissing one another less frequently and in fact displaying little casual affection between each other. They had sex less frequently and engaged in oral sex and deep kissed decidedly less frequently but at least to Jack it was obviously the fire had ebbed although occasionally he'd have Penny screaming to push harder and crying hugely emotionally that she loved him but within an hour or two she'd show nothing more towards him than indifference and Jack appreciated he was on the back foot himself because he was in love with another woman; he had lost respect for his wife whereas his respect for Petra had soared.

Petra called him next morning and asked to meet for lunch and suggested an obscure café on a back street.

He said gently, "Why hide, are you ashamed of me and our behavior?"

"Not ashamed, more embarrassed by the unfortunate situation we are in because it's regarded as being socially improper and I'm apprehensive of possible reprisals."

"Then end it."

"Oh god no Jack."

There was silence until Petra said contritely. "Oh sorry, I rather jumped into that comment when I should have been more restrained. You must understand I have thought about us over and over again."

"So have I and I've decided I'll accept what you decide but from my point of view I have no desire at all to see our intimate relationship end."

Petra said, "I..." and hesitated and then continued, "I have no wish to end it and believe I have the courage to ride any storm."

"Well I have be trained to manage conflict," Jack said. "For what it's worth although I can't predict with real accuracy how people will react in any given situation I believe you and I can emerge through any bitterness and even worse without losing our scalps or our respect for one another. Have confidence in me and allow me to lead."

"Very well master."

He chuckled. "Today we start our stand. I'll meet you for lunch at 1:00 at Brigham's Restaurant. I'll book."

"Oh god Jack. That has to be the most popular lunch place for professionals and the socially conscious in the entire city."

"Okay then you name your choice but I'm not of the mind to slink into some back street joint."

"Oh god. Brigham's at 1:00 is fine dear Jack."

Jack was delighted. Those final two words of 'dear Jack' said it all. She was now committed and he must not let her down. He thought wryly wasn't that the level of determination and devotion one was expected to display to one's wife rather than a mistress? If he was concerned about his wife having or having had an affair why wasn't he discussing his concerns with her?

Yeah right. In fact he had no idea what Penny was doing on Saturdays these days. He no longer cared about that. He knew he'd have to speak to his mother about this.

Jesus.

* * *

During lunch with Petra Jack nodded to two couples who recognized him and he saw one of the attorneys from his firm with a women not quite old enough to be his daughter so was probably was with a client or perhaps his mistress or possibly a client who was his sister as well as his mistress. The permutations appeared endless.

It was a useful meeting. He and Petra vowed to continue their relationship no matter want and accepted the need to avoid needless provocations.

"I can take to you say the ballet because no one would raise an eyebrow at any guy taking his mother to the ballet although in our case you are actually my wife's stepmom and therefore not my mother-in-law and another embarrassing truth is you are only two years my senior and at a very fuckable age to boot."

He'd whispered that so there was no embarrassment but nevertheless Petra blushed deeply and said, "You say just the nicest of things to me in a roundabout age and that helps make you such an interesting person."

They parted without kissing properly, having agreed to behave modestly in public, and said goodbye till Sunday. Jack returned to the office with the task he'd accepted and that was to find a suitable place for them to meet covertly to have sex.

Jack called Col Davidson, one of the private investigators the firm used.

"I'm seeking some advice Col. If I had a client whose husband was allegedly having it off with her sister, where in the city would they hang out to do the dirty deed."

"Brant's, Westside, Oakdale or Lakeview."

"What are they?"

"Cheap but clean motels where one can hire a room for half a day."

"Thanks pal. I owe you a drink."

"Jack does you wife have a sister?"

"Up yours pal," Jack laughed easily. 

"The pick of those is Lakeview Jack. It has basement parking under the office and games room that allows for discreet arrivals and departures and that outfit has no internal security cameras installed and will often make the honeymoon suites available for a premium payment of course. It's actually the best place for a clandestine meeting we know of within city limits apart from the chapel at Abraham's Funeral Parlor that also has basement parking."

A bottle of scotch would be on the way, Jack told Col and immediately phoned the order through to the liquor store he used and asked for next day delivery. Late morning next day Jack went to Lakeview Motels and after inspecting the three honeymoon suites and then asked to speak to the manager who turned out to be Mrs Eva Owens. Her husband was an accountant and he knew them both socially including playing tennis against them.

"Come through Jack," Eva said kindly. "I take it this concerns a liaison you are investigating. It will be a waste of your time because we pride ourselves on our discretion. Coffee Jack?"

Jack took the coffee and looked at Eva and said um and stopped.

"Oh god, this is personal isn't it Jack?"

He nodded, head down like a boy caught with loot snatched from the cookie jar.

"Oh how sweet. You can be assured of absolute discretion from our admin. Please take this card. Whenever you wish to book a room you call that number listed as for service deliveries only. I did say we were discreet but also not without humor."

Jack laughed weakly.

"Don't be embarrassed Jack. Half of our nation is at it because now women in general accept if they feel they are not getting enough at home there is an underground alternative. People who are disgusted call it the moral decline of the nation. The funny thing is those who are enjoying it term it the moral strength of the nation. Like most things about doctrine you make your choice. Now we should get you started as soon as possible Mr John Doe. When would you like to book to bring Mrs John Doe here?

The minimum occupancy rate is three hours because it's our philosophy that the woman prefers her companion in engaging in conversation as well as other things."

"P-please pencil in a b-booking for new Wednesday at 11:00 for three hours E-eva."

"Oh splendid Jack. Please call to confirm within twenty-four hours because Wednesdays are a very popular day being midway between weekends. Also I must point out short-term occupancies apply only between the hours of 10:00 and 3:00. Your booking falls within that slot nicely. Outside those hours full day rates apply."

"Thanks Eva. And thanks for being so gentle with me."

"Oooh Jack words like that make me excited. Have a nice day."

Jack drove home partly in a daze and thinking he hadn't realized until now just how accommodating the lodging industry really was. 

* * *

When Paul and Petra arrived on Sunday, Jack kissed Petra warmly and full on the lips and then shook Paul's hand and took them through to Penny, with Petra still boggling at him. Paul appeared not to have noticed.

Penny's welcome to her father and stepmom were as warm as ever.

They later went down to the pool area where one of the grills had been booked and the two women laid out everything after handing the men beers and the women then went swimming.

"Ah this is the life," Jack said, pulling down his sunglasses and easing back into his chair.

"It's all right for some but I think Petra is having an affair."

Jack sat upright, swallowed and said Jesus.

"I have no evidence about anything," Paul said but her manner towards me has cooled somewhat and she's no longer at me for sex."

"Oh."

"But we still have sex whenever I initiate it."

"Oh."

"Dammit Jack, I'd like your thoughts."

"Um I must remain neutral. I suggest you go to a marital counselor."

"Why? There's nothing wrong with me and my attitudes."

Jack nodded thoughtfully.

"Perhaps I should ease her out of my life."

Jack said that sounded a pretty drastic reaction based on a suspicion.

"I made a mistake marrying a woman so much younger than me. She fucks me legless at times because I've lost staying power over the years. Also some of my friends are no longer quite so friendly and I think it's because their wives are jealous of her."

"Could be," Jack offered.

They looked at the two women frolicking in the water.

"What would you do in my position?"

"Fuck Petra legless, smother her with kisses, spoil her stupid and build a deeper relations around that."

"Jesus."

Too late Jack realized he'd only meant to just think that. He'd lost control watching the tits of both women bouncing in their bikini tops.

"If someone has to fuck her I'd rather it be you than anyone else Jack and I mean that truly. You two look absolutely great together. I ought not say this but I must say even better than you and Penny."

"Jesus Paul don't let Penny hear you say that."

"Of course I wouldn't, I'm not stupid. But what I said about you having a piece of Petra stands. I know she really likes your and I see her watching you."

"I'd be willing to think about making a hit on her on the understanding by her that she'd must finish with this other jerk you believe is having it off with her."

"Oh would you? Christ Jack that could take the pressure off me in more ways than one. But you must understand I only suspect she's having it off with someone."

"Well I suppose that doesn't matter. If you feel you need some of the pressure taken off you then that could be a worthwhile result. I'll think about it and if it happens you'll not know about it. Um what say she falls in love with me?"

"Well she might but that's one of the risks a guy takes if he plays around Jack. It will then be your problem to resolve."

"Well as I said I'll think about it. If I do and you find me with my throat cut you'll know Penny has found out."

"Then perhaps you should involve Petra in a threesome? That might save you from getting your throat cut."

"Um let's not overcomplicate this little proposal Jack. My thinking at this stage perhaps if I managed to hump Petra once a week that could be of some assistance to you."

"Yeah and taking about meat shouldn't you have meat on the grill?"

The guys laughed and clinked their bottles of beer.

Attending to the foil-wrapped fish, chicken kebabs and steaks Jack thought not in a thousand years would he have expected the conversation he'd just had with Paul. It wasn't every day a guy asked someone to please fuck his wife. Or perhaps it did happen every day?

The women arrived dripping and called to Paul to pour the cocktails and they both pressed against Jack giggling and made his tee and shorts wet. They giggled and then shrieked in laughter when Penny pointed to Jack's increasing bulge, drawing Petra's attention to it.

Jack croaked, "Go get your drinks girls."

Jack decided not to tell Petra about her husband's proposal simply because she could become blasé about the adultery and that just wouldn't do. 

On Tuesday Jack had lunch with his mother.

"Mom I'm having an affair and you mustn't repeat this conversation."

"I won't tell. Who is it, your PA?"

"No of course not."

Vera smiled and yes she wasn't Jack's type as she would be unlikely to move her ass.

"Mom!"

"You young generation think my generation knows nothing about sex. I could tell you things that happened in my past that might raise your hair on end."

"Only in your far past mom?"

"Now don't be naughty; you know that is attempted entrapment."

Jack laughed and said he'd forgotten she'd practiced for years as an attorney.

"Well who is this woman? I guess this is what you are here to talk about. If it's one of my friends I'll chop off your thingy."

Jack squirmed.

"Oh no."

He blurted, "What?"

"It's a guy."

"Mom!" Jack yelled indignantly and she apologized and he said Petra.

"What?"

"I said its Petra."

Vera stared at her son and slowly shook her head. "That is the worst possible choice Jack but I still can't work out why you insist on telling my about this crazy behavior."

"Because I'm not walking away from Petra mom. And when the crap hits the fan I'll probably leave town with Petra. If that happens then I'd need you to use your considerable influence to protect Penny. I don't want her being fired if it comes out she's soiled her reputation by being married to an asshole."

"I see. How gallant of you although I'm the one expected to clean up. You realize gallantry would have come by you sacrificing your desire and not laying a finger on Petra?"

"Yes mom."

"Don't you yes mom me you asshole."

"Well I'm off."

"Sit back down before I slap you down."

"Yes er Mrs Leighton."

Vera couldn't help it. Her anger evaporated and she laughed.

"You may call me mom you rotten asshole," she smiled. "Is she worth it."

"Do I have to answer that?"

"No."

Jack went round and kissed her and was hugged.

"Beware Jack, it's all moonlight and roses right now but that won't last and to really prolong your love for a woman is hard work."

"I believe I'm pragmatic enough to realize that Mrs Leighton."

Vera swatted his ass affectionately and told him to fetch coffee.

"You have created such a fucking mess Jack," she called.

"I know," he sighed.

* * *

Jack answered the knock and Petra practically danced into the suite, cheeks pink and dressed in a short skirt and colorful top. She kicked off her shoes and looked into the bathroom and said what a wonderful love nest.

"Petra we need to talk."

"Let's have sex first and then talk while we're resting."

Jack breathed out and began relaxing thinking that was a great idea.

She sat out on his knees jerking him while they kissed deeply and he played with her tits until the nipples were up hard and ready to be tweaked. With her breasts swelling Petra looked at Jack deeply and then moved forward, raised herself and fed him into her almost dripping pussy.

She began bouncing. They were in no hurry so she didn't hurry the tempo. Finally she came in a big sigh, jumping off and then sucked Jack off and finished by spitting into a towel.

"Well darling?"

"So I am darling to you?"

"Yes, very much so. But let me warn you four years ago I said the same thing to Paul."

"Yeah, life's tough isn't it? What I want to discuss is discovery, not if we are found out but when we are found out. If we keep on with our liaison we have to expected to be exposed sooner or later."

"Yes I'm aware of that?"

"Both our marriages will be blown away."

"Well yes, you have nailed the problem but cracks were appearing anyway. I have this feeling Paul now regrets having wooed and married a much younger women and I feel the disapproval among some of his friends that are now supposed to be our friends but some, especially the females, don't accept me. On your side I've notice in the last three months or so that you and Penny have become a little more distant and to be blunt even after the wedding you two didn't entwine like the usual newly marrieds who are hotly in love and by that I mean everything, going beyond sex."

The discussion continued for almost an hour and by then Jack was satisfied they were both fully aware of the possible consequences arising from their folly.

Returning from the toilet Petra lay over the end of the sofa on to cushions and said, "My butt is all yours darling. Go for it."

Jack walked towards her stoking his dick and grinning hugely. His very willing partner held up a tube of lube.

* * *

A touring ballet company came to the city. Jack suggested dinner and the ballet to Penny but she said she didn't like ballet and he said he'd go with his parents, which he did, but arrived with Petra to his mother's alarm and his father simply asked, "Doesn't Penny like ballet?"

"No but Petra does and Paul doesn't and this is the result."

"Good thinking."

"Yes very nice," Vera said nervously and kissed Petra.

They went to supper afterwards and there was nothing untoward about the behavior of the young couple that alarmed Vera.

As they were leaving the restaurant Petra said, "Well this is where I leave you guys. I'm off to join the line for a cab home. You guys are within walking distance of your homes. She kissed Vera and Silas and then gave Jack a longish kiss on the lips and that, "Thank you for thinking to ask me. The ballet was truly wonderful and I wept twice and loved that."

As Jack walked part way home with his parents his father said, "You know Petra is a really sweet young woman and she appears to really like you Jack."

Vera diverted by appearing to have a coughing fit.

A few weeks later Penny appeared to be on the scent.

"Why are you lunching with Petra? One of my friends has seen you and Petra lunching twice in recent weeks."

"We like each other I suppose and we bumped into each other and went to lunch. I've had lunch with your father and my mother like that as well, met them by chance at lunchtime so we went off and ate together. Don't you ever do that?"

"Yes I do and once it was with Petra. Take care with her Jack, I think she really likes you and she is capable of making you fall for her I'm sure."

"Oh if I could be so lucky."

"Jack!"

"Oh sorry. Are you feeling like sex?"

"No!"

"Well what about a movie."

"Yes I'll be ready in twenty minutes."

Jack had the feeling things were closing in. The next day he called the PI company.

"Col I have a private job for you or someone on your team. I want my wife watched for the possibility she's having an affair. We are fortunate I know her work hours and the hours she's usually at home with me. So the windows of opportunity are limited but I believe if anything is happening it will happen on Saturdays from when I go off to tennis at 10:30 until I return home around 2:30. I'll email you a recent photograph of Penny and a full briefing. I only guy I have suspicions about is our joint personal accountant but he's married."

"Marriage does exclude anyone Jack."

"Oh yeah."

"Where does this accountant live?"

"You guys will have to find that out. I'll include his name and office details in my briefing."

"I'm sorry you think this is happening pal."

"Well Col I guess it's like crap; crap happens."

The surveillance occurred over two weeks and then Col met Jack at a bar to report.

"Bad news I'm afraid. Your wife is associating with this accountant of yours on Wednesday evenings and Saturdays after they have early lunch. She goes into the apartment looking without a hair being out of place and comes out after a couple of hours looking somewhat disheveled."

"As if she'd been fucked?"

"That's only an assumption at this stage."

"Okay call off the watch Col. I have enough information to satisfy me."

"Well this pack contains our interim report, plus a disk containing photos and a another containing some conversations, albeit a bit distorted and a film compilation on DVD. You'll hear sexy conversation but no physical evidence of sex."

"Thanks Col. Send the bill to me privately at my office. Excellent work.. 

Six weeks later Paul invited Jack to a bar after work that evening.

After he ordered the beers Paul said, "Penny took me to lunch today and accused you of fucking my wife."




Deception







Deception



"Right," began Matt, sitting cross-legged on a desk, a very comfortable position for brainstorming, "So that camera is one of those smart-cams which are really expensive and not to mention really stylish!" 

Matt finished with an impressed nod, "And," he continued, "Only a professional would have been able to afford one."

"But the manager said that this sort of thing happens all the time," said Chuck.

"I don't think so, leastways not this one," said Matt, thoughtfully, "This is too good to be used by an amateur. Did you notice the place it was fitted?"

"What about it?" 

"Its angle offered an unobstructed view of the entire office, but primarily pointing at the filing cabinet."

"Really?"

"Yes. And there's another thing. The Janitor said that he'd seen the camera seven days ago but camera was removed from its hiding place only two days ago. So there should be a total of 5 days worth of video right? But there's only two days of footage. What happened to the other three days of film?"

Chuck appeared to be lost in thought, apparently on the edge of a brainwave: a rare occasion.

"Considering the fact that this is an old model," he reasoned, "it only supports memory cards up to a hundred gigabytes. And that gives about," he counted his fingers, "seventy-two hours of video in HD 720p, which is the recorded quality here."

"Seventy-two hours is three days. So the memory card's been replaced?" asked Matt, Chuck nodded. "We need to find that one because I don't think there's anything unusual about this footage or the manager wouldn't have given it to us. How do we find it?" he said exhaling.

A moment's pause was followed by Chuck screaming his head off.

"Dude! I just had a brainwave!" said Chuck impatiently, "And I'm gonna bet my hair that this" he motioned to the camera, "belonged to Scaglietti!"

"It's certainly a possibility," said Matt, "We do know from Ms Burnley that she was working on Citibank, whatever was, or is, in that memory card is imperative to solve this case."

"Then I'm willing to bet my hair again, that Citibank is hiding something from us."

"Yeah me too," said Matt, looking out the window.

"Let me just make a call to a guy who knows a guy and get some dirt on Citibank," he continued, "It might take a while though."

"How long?"

"Three days."

"We don't have that kind of time!" cried Matt, getting ready to dramatize the whole situation, "The fate of the good people of this city, rests in our hands now, Chuck," said he putting a hand over to Chuck's shoulder, "We can't let this killer strike fear into their innocent hearts," finished Matt, bringing his clenched fist to his chest, eyes closed and head bowed.

"You're doing that overly dramatic thing again," said Chuck, unconcerned.

"Can you get it done any sooner?" asked Matt, coming out of his little bubble.

"Alright," said Chuck, manifesting displeasure at the thought of physical labor, "I'll try, but no guarantees."

Just as he finished, Matt's phone rang. 

"Hello," answered Matt, "Yeah that's the one ... Hey that's great! We'll be there in 10."

He ended the call.

"That was my lipstick guy," said Matt, proudly, "And he's got some information we could use."

"Still can't believe that you have a lipstick guy," muttered Chuck but, all the same, making sure Matt could hear what he was saying, "I mean of all the things, lipstick, lipstick!"

"Would you just get over it?!" retorted Matt.

"OK alright! Let's go see your 'lipstick guy'," jeered Chuck.











Deception



"The one in New York city? Why?" said Gale, clearly confused.

"No," said Matt, looking at the ceiling, "The small one in London."

"Ooooh, I can tell you that it's been robbed a few days ago," she said after a few seconds pause, "A file was stolen."

"What kind of file?" asked Chuck.

"As you may know, Citibank extends its services to a select group of individuals who specialize in breaking the law."

"Yes, but we can't prove it," said Chuck, "So what's that got to do with this?"

"Everything."

"What's so significant about this file?" asked Matt.

"That's just it," said Gale waving her hand, "Nothing. It was one about a small time crook."

"Who?" said Chuck, sipping his Mango Marvel.

"Nobody knows," whispered Gale, eerily, "Nobody cares."

"Then why would someone steal it?" said Matt.

"Dunno. Blackmail?" she shrugged, "But as I said, it wasn't one of the big players."

"Then this was a personal attack," theorized Chuck, snapping his fingers.

"So basically from what you're saying, it could be anybody?"

"That's pretty much the sum of it, Matt."

"Spectacular!" said Chuck, crossly, "Got anything else, maybe something we could actually use?"

"I don't really remember ...," said she, screwing up her face.

"Of course you don't!" grudgingly handing over another thousand, "How about now?"

"Ah ... its all coming back to me now," she said, pocketing the money.

"So, what is it?"

"I can tell you that Amy Scaglietti was hot on the thief's trail when she was killed and I gotta tell you miss Scaglietti was one for caution and she was damn good at hiding things, I wouldn't be surprised if she's left a trail of bread crumbs for you to follow.

"I paid a thousand for that?!" cried Chuck.

"Take or leave it, but no refunds!"

Matt and Chuck looked at each other, but when they looked back, she was gone.

"How do they do that?!" said Matt, impressed.

"I have no idea, so, what now?"

"I dunno about you, but I want a smoothie!"







Deception



"Best idea you've ever had," agreed Matt fighting back a yawn of his own but finally giving in.

"Wait can you do that?" asked Carl.

"Sure we can, the lead investigators have certain privileges Carl," said Chuck proudly.

"But if the chief asks, we are working hard and are unreachable at the moment, got it?" whispered Matt.

"Yeah," chortled Carl, "So what'd you find out from Ms Burnley?"

He told him everything that he found out from her but not quite: he decided it was best to keep some parts to himself.

"Sarah?" asked Chuck, raising an eyebrow, "Since when did you get on first name terms with her?"

Matt suddenly became very interested in a small scratch mark on his phone.





















Deception



A bolt of pain searing through his head indicated he was still alive. He opened his eyes; bound to a chair, he was, unable to move anything except his head, which now felt heavy, he looked around. There was a candle suspended above his head, its wax falling on him, hot. But he wasn't in immediate danger; or at least he thought he wasn't. He felt wet: someone had splashed water on him, but he doubted whether it was water at all: it felt strangely oily. It was a few more minutes before his sense of smell returned to him, now though the innocent little candle didn't look innocent at all; for he recognized what he had been splashed with.

Petrol.

The string suspending the candle above him was tied to a small but heavy metal box placed on top of a desk. Inside the metal box, there was another candle placed directly above the string. The box too was filled with petrol; and when the candle got short enough, it would burn the string holding the former candle. The candle would fall, setting Matt on fire. He tried to move the chair but it was stuck. Panic-stricken, he decided it was best to do what everybody else does: shout. But the assailant had seen to that as well: there was a piece of duct-tape over his mouth. 

Regardless of the gravity of the situation he felt a sudden urge to laugh at the irony: how had he not been aware that his own mouth was taped shut? He looked at the candle on the desk, any second now it would touch the waiting petrol. 

Then everything happened all at once: the flame cracked, exploding the little box. Something crashed onto him from behind pushing him forwards, and away from the deadly candle. Fire erupted where he had been mere seconds ago.

"Man am I glad to see you!" screamed Matt.

"I got your message and thought you might need a little help," said Chuck. He was smiling, using a fire extinguisher to put the flames out.

"Well you thought right, I think the killer knocked me out and tried to kill me. He almost succeeded!"

"I hate to say I told you so," said Chuck, "But I think you've got something to say to me."

"Alright," said Matt, as Chuck freed his hands and began to untie his legs, "I admit it I was being small-minded."

"and ..."

"and I'm sorry I said the things I said."

"and ..."

"and you deserve to be a detective just as much as I do, maybe even more."

"and ..."

"and I was a blithering idiot!"

"OK, now that makes it a bit complicated 'cause I was gonna make a buzzer sound and say you're wrong," said Chuck, "But that works too. Anyway I was gonna say 'Let's go catch that killer!'"

"I missed you, man," said Matt.

"I missed you too, mate."

"Oh and uh, one more thing," said Matt and slapped Chuck as hard as he could in the face.

"What was that for?!" cried Chuck.

"For trying to act cool and waiting until the last minute to save me!"

"But you've got to admit it, it was cool."

"Yeah, OK. Let's go catch ourselves a killer."

"YES!" said Chuck, triumphantly, "But first, more importantly, let's go get a smoothie!"

"HELL YEAH!"





Deception Leads to Conception



My name is Lisa Bancroft. My husband David and I have been married for five years now. We decided after we got married that we would wait five years to try to have children. Quite frankly, we wanted to party, travel, and have fun before being tied down. We were looking forward to children, but in due time.

David and I met during my fourth year of college. He was already school. It was a blind date. Now normally I wasn't a big fan of blind dates. However, a good friend of mine in the dorm told me this guy's date cancelled at the last minute for this big fraternity party. I didn't have a date that weekend, and didn't have a significant boyfriend. No reason, I just had not met Mr. Right yet.

This particular party was called a Swamp Party. The dress was simply shorts and t shirts. I had heard that this party was a lot of fun. If my date turned out to be a dud, I was still determined to get drunk and have fun.

My first impression of David when he picked me up was typical frat boy. He looked the part, and when we got outside, well, we got in a cattle truck to go to the party. However, from that point on it was a magical evening. The truck picked up several couples. There was a keg on the truck. David was very attentive to me, and I was very relaxed before we even got to the party.

We had quite a nice little party on our way to the party. David was also very handsome, and I could tell quite smart. I knew this man had a lot of potential, and would be going somewhere. 

I had a great time that night. At one point we were sitting outside talking. I was sitting on a table, and David was standing. He sort of got between my legs and kissed me. I will never forget how good that kiss felt. I was also getting wet with him between my legs. To be honest, I wanted him to fuck me right there, but I didn't want to seem like a slut. 

David was a perfect gentleman all night. He never tried anything more than to kiss me. Most guys at these fraternity parties have their hands all over you with only one thing in mind. David was different. 

After he dropped me off, and kissed me goodnight, I was sad the evening had ended. I prayed all night that he would call me back for another date. He waited a couple of days, but did call. He told me that he was hoping I might like to go out with him again. 

We did a lot of heavy petting on the second date. I purposely didn't wear a bra so he could have easy access to my breast. You should have seen the smile on his face when he stuck his hand under my blouse. 

We fucked on the third date. We went to dinner, had a couple of drinks, then to his apartment where we fucked for over three hours. He was a very good lover. We woke up the next morning and fucked again. 

We fell in love not long after that. I knew I had found my Mr. Right. David was everything I wanted in a man. After I graduated, I got a job teaching at an elementary school in the same city. David was in his last year of law school. We got married in December. David had one semester of law school to go. We were as happy as we could be.

After David graduated he joined his father's law firm in town. We had two incomes, no kids, a house, and boy did we have fun. The sex was great, and I fell more in love with my husband everyday.

That leads me back to the beginning of this story, which leads to my downfall as a loving wife. It started after a night of partying. We had gone to a New Year's Eve party at this hotel. We had a big table with some of my friends from work, and some of Davids. We also had a room at the hotel.

Let me first tell you that I eventually had to quit taking birth control pills, so we started using condoms. We didn't like them, but we made the best of it. After the midnight count down and toast, David and I were horny as hell, so we went to our room.  

After some foreplay, oral sex, and hand stimulation, we were ready to fuck. I wanted his dick so bad. We were also quite drunk. David was about to put on the condom when I said,

"Honey, let's go bareback. We're about ready to start a family anyway, let's go for it."

He agreed, so we fucked bareback, ready to accept the fact that we wanted a child. From that point on we did not use any birth control. So, over the next several months we fucked constantly, in every position imaginable, but did not get pregnant. 

I beginning to wonder if there might be something wrong. We continued another couple of months with no results. I finally approached David about getting tested.

At first he didn't think we needed to, but finally gave in to my pleas. I think he was embarrassed at having to jack off in a test tube.

We got tested, and waited for the results.

Several days later I was home by myself when I got the call from the lab. It seems that I was perfectly capable of conceiving, but David had a low sperm count. Not only that, the test showed he had slow swimmers. This was going to kill him.

The nurse said it wasn't impossible for David to impregnate me, but probably not likely. It could take a long time she said. I was devastated because I wanted so bad to have a child. How could I tell David? I know his male ego, and he will blame himself for us not having kids. 

I had to decide if I was going to tell him, or not. I had this plan brewing in the back of my head, but I needed to think it through. It was a devious plan that would probably lead to divorce if David found out, but I was going to consider it. 

In the meantime, I would go ahead and tell David that the results were good, and we needed to just keep trying. I didn't want him calling to find out the truth.

That night I told David just that. We were both normal, but that it may just take awhile, so we had to keep trying, which would be fun. We tried pretty hard that night. He shot his wad inside me at least three times. After the third time I put my legs against the wall with my ass pressed up to the wall. I was helping those slow little swimmers get down there. 

We did this for a couple of weeks, then I got my period. Still no luck. I decided it was time to go through with my plan. Every Friday David had to drive up to Dallas. The law firm had an office in Dallas, and it was David's responsibility to go take care of things from that office. He came back home Saturday morning. He did this every week like clockwork. 

He would always call me before supper, then retire to his motel room to work. I wouldn't hear from him until he was home the next day. That means I had a window of opportunity from 7:30 Friday night until about 11:30 Saturday. My plan? I was going to go to a high end bar, and find someone to get me pregnant.

I had to find the perfect guy. He had to be attractive, preferably someone who looked a little like David. He had to be married, with kids. I had to know he was capable. He had to be a nice guy who understood my situation. He had to be very discreet, and understand once he had done his duty, that was it. Under no circumstances would he ever see me or the child again. He will not be under any financial obligations. As far as anyone is concerned, the child will be mine and David's. 

I know this sounds pretty far fetched, and would take a lot to pull it off, but I wanted a child now. I also realized I would be cheating on my husband. I convinced myself I would be doing it for both of us.

After I got home Friday from teaching school, I began to prepare myself mentally, and physically for what I was about to do. If things went according to plan, I would have another man's dick in me tonight. I have to admit it made me horny as hell to think about it. 

I took a shower, and got ready. I didn't want to dress like a slut, but I had to look good. I had a tight fitting red dress that made me look sexy, but not like some whore trying to pick up the first guy that comes along. It wasn't too short or low cut, but it did reveal a modest amount.

David called at 7:00. We talked for awhile, then he said he had to do some work. I told him I would probably read a little, then go to bed. We said our love yous, then good bye. I felt guilty, but I also felt like I was doing this for us. 

I chose an upscale bar that I had heard about as being a place where professionals hung out. I walked in and sat at the bar. I did get some stares as I walked in. I looked around to see if I knew anyone. I didn't want David to find out from someone who recognized me here. I didn't see anyone I knew, so I ordered a glass of wine. It wasn't long before the hound dogs came sniffing.

I really had to laugh at some of the pick up lines and comments. Several guys offered to buy me a drink, and some asked me to dance. None of them fit what I was looking for. I could just tell by talking to them that they weren't good candidates. 

This went on for awhile, and I had a couple of glasses of wine.

I was about ready to give up and just go home, when this very good looking guy in a suit asked me to dance. There was something about this guy that told me he might be a possibility. We danced a couple of dances, both were slow ones. He asked if I would like to go sit in a booth in the back where we could talk. 

We made small talk for a few minutes. His name was John, and I told him my name was Lisa. We didn't use last names. He finally asked why a good looking professional married woman such as myself was at this bar alone. He saw my wedding ring.

I noticed his wedding ring also.

"I suppose I could say the same thing," I said.

He smiled and said, "What are you looking for Lisa?"

"I'm not real sure you would believe me if I told you John."

"Try me. I can be pretty open minded." He said.

"Before I tell you, I have to ask you a few questions. Will you be completely honest with me?"

"Of course, as I am sure you will be honest with me."

"Are you married, which I assume you are since you are wearing a ring?"

"Yes, I am happily married to a wonderful woman."

"Where is she, and why are you here?"

"She works on Friday nights until about 1:00. She knows I come here to meet some of my friends and have a few drinks after work." He said. 

"Do you have kids?" I asked. 

"Yes, I have three kids, all under the age of seven."

"Where are they now?" I asked.

"My parents pick them up every Friday after school, and they spend the night. My parents live on a ranch, so the kids look forward to their visit to Granny and Grandpa's house."

"What do you do for a living?" I asked.

"I am a CPA, and I have a Masters Degree in accounting." He said.

This was looking good. I'm guessing he is about 33 years old. He is very good looking, married, and is quite capable of getting someone pregnant. I had one more important question.

"Have you had a vasectomy?"

"No, I'm still shooting live ammunition. I think I see where this line of questioning might be headed. Would you like to enlighten me Lisa, and be honest?"

I told him the whole story. I told him how we desperately wanted children, but it was unlikely that David could get me pregnant anytime soon. I told him how David went to Dallas every Friday, and didn't come home until Saturday. I had every Friday night to myself. I told John how I didn't want to hurt David's feelings, so I told him his check up was good. 

"Don't you think you should tell him the truth?"

"No, I know how he is and it would destroy him. I want you to get me pregnant, then I will tell David he succeeded in giving me a baby. After you get me pregnant, we will never see each other again, and you will never have anything to do with the child."

"This is pretty heavy stuff Lisa. I assume we will do this the old fashion way?"

"Yes, but I can assure you I am very good at it, and it will be worth your while. We will meet here, have a drink, then go to a motel nearby. You will pay for the motel."

"Let's see, you get a baby, I get to pay for all the motel rooms, then I just walk away. What do I get out of it?"

I gave him a sexy little smile and said, "A whole lot of pussy my dear man."

He smiled at that thought. 

"I love my wife very much. I do not want to jeopardize my relationship with her and my kids. We have to be discreet. We can exchange cell phone numbers, but no last names, or any other personal information. I will do my best to get you pregnant, and we will have a little fun in the process. We will both have to be pretty open minded about this whole thing, and as you said, once it happens, that's it."

"I agree John. I also do not want to jeopardize my marriage. I love my husband very much, and just want us to have a family. Do you think we have time to get started tonight?"

"Yes, I think we can get a good start."

"Good. There is a Best Western about a block from here. Let's go get a room. Normally, I expect you to come inside me as many times as possible. I am hoping on a good night you can fuck me three or four times. Tonight, we probably just have time to do it once. Let's consider tonight orientation. Next Friday, we really go for it."

He smiled and said, "What are we waiting for?"

As we walked into the room I suddenly realized the situation. I was about to fuck a strange man I had just met. That was something I had never done in my life. I was also about to cheat on my husband who I loved very much, and the last thing I want to do is hurt him. I nervously sat on the bed looking down, a wave of guilt coming over me.

John walked over to the chair and took his coat off. Then he took off his tie. He laid both neatly on the chair. Sensing my nervousness, he walked over and sat beside me. He lifted my face up and kissed me very gently. He kissed me again, this time opening his mouth. He was a very good kisser. 

After a few kisses, he had me stand up and turn around, my back to him. He unzipped my dress and took it off. He then unhooked my bra and took it off. He ran his hands up and down my back caressing my shoulders down to my ass. He reached around me and cupped my breast in his hands, giving a slight little squeeze. He then used his fingers to play with my nipples. I was getting so fucking turned on I could hardly stand it.

He turned me back around to face him, and kissed me even more deeply. I was now putty in his hands. He laid me back on the bed, on my back. He stripped down to his underwear. There was quite a bulge in his underwear. He laid beside me and started massaging from my breast down to my pussy. He worked a finger inside me, and stimulated my clitoris. I was wet as hell. 

Then he stood back up, and removed his underwear. He was very well endowed. He was longer, and thicker than David. I'm guessing he was about 8 1/2 inches. David was about 6 1/2. 

I smiled with anticipation of how it was going to feel inside me. He got back on the bed, but stayed on his knees. He positioned his cock in front of my mouth. I told him I didn't mind sucking him to get him completely hard, but under no circumstances was he to ever come in my mouth. All sperm had to go inside my pussy. 

I took him in my mouth which caused him to moan a little. That turned me on even more. I worked my tongue, and mouth around for a little bit on his cock. He finally said he was ready to make his first deposit.

He crawled between my legs and position his cock near my pussy. He kissed me again. Damn he was a good kisser. I reached down and guided the tip of his cock into my opening. He took it slow, gradually working it all the way in. His cock seemed to fill my entire pussy. It felt so good in there.

I will point out that David felt just as good, but John was bigger, and I could really feel the sensation of him moving against my happy spot. He went all the way in, then stopped and held it. He had me move against him while he held it. My God he knew how to fuck. I had my first orgasm during this technique. John just smiled and started moving in and out again. He went slow for a minute, then sped up as he started to reach his orgasm. At this point however, he went on for several minutes. He didn't have a quick trigger. 

I felt another orgasm coming, but wanted to wait until John reached his. Finally, I couldn't stand it and screamed out with pleasure. As if on cue, John then arched his back and blew his load deep inside me. He continued to thrust until every drop was deposited. I felt his warm stuff release inside me. He pulsed for a couple of minutes trying to fill me up with his little guys. 

He kissed me again, then slid out. He was still semi hard when he retreated. Not once during the lovemaking did I think of the fact that I was cheating on David. At this point I did, but I convinced myself I was doing this for both of us. It was still hard not to feel like I had just betrayed my marriage, and my husband.

We got dressed and left. We didn't have time to do it again, but next week John promised to come at least three times inside me. Since I had just had my period, it would be three weeks of fucking before I would know anything. After tonight, deep down I was hoping it might take awhile. 

When I got home I decided to wait until I woke up the next morning to take a shower. It probably didn't matter, but I wanted his sperm to have ample opportunity to find my eggs.

I woke up early and showered. I was actually wanting David to hurry up and get home. Maybe it was the guilt, or the fact that I needed to see him. I also needed reassuring that he didn't know anything.

David got home about 11:30, and as always was happy to see me. We ate lunch, then made love. We made love again that night. By Sunday my pussy was pretty darn sore. We made love again Tuesday night. We didn't make love Wednesday or Thursday. That was pretty much our routine. 

By Thursday I was really looking forward with great anticipation to Friday night with John. I couldn't wait to get that big cock in me again. I know it was wrong for me to think that, but I did. I was anxious to see what was going to happen when we had longer together. I can tell you that he didn't disappoint. 

He fucked me four times that night. It was even better than before. He fucked me twice missionary, and twice from behind. He had incredible stamina and recovery time. I left that motel feeling more sexually satisfied than I had ever been in my life. I was really sore after David finished with me Saturday night. I was getting more sex, and having more orgasms than I had ever had. 

David made love to me again Tuesday night, and I found myself thinking of John while he was fucking me. I know that is wrong, but I did. The following Friday John fucked me three times. I decided four was too many. 

The following week was when my period was due, so I was anxious to see if anything had happened. Deep down I was hoping that I wasn't pregnant yet, so John and I could continue for a little longer. On Thursday, I started my period. I sent John a text to let him know, and that we had to keep trying starting next week. I really missed my Friday with John that week. 

The week after my period, I met John again, and again it was great. He was great. We met the following week, and the week after that.The week after that, I missed my period, which I never do. Now mind you I was still fucking David also, but since it was very unlikely he was the father, I assumed John had finally succeeded. 

The problem was, I didn't want to end it with John just yet. I had this devious little idea. I would tell John I was on my period, but we would resume again the following week. I would go one more month, then tell John he had succeeded in getting me preggers. I would then tell David that he had finally gotten me pregnant. I would never see John again, and David and I would be one big happy family. That was the plan.

I did an Early Pregnancy Test, and it came back positive. I discreetly made an appointment to see my gynecologist, and she confirmed I was pregnant. The next three weeks I had to hide my morning sickness from David. He was pretty busy at work, so I don't think he noticed, besides I didn't have it very bad. 




Deception Leads to Conception



The next two weeks with John were awesome as usual. I won't say I was falling in love with him, but I was becoming somewhat intimate. It was still just sex, but I knew after next week I could never see him again.

The following Wednesday before our final meeting, I got a text from John. Of course John didn't know yet that this Friday would be the last time he would ever see me, but he would find out the following week. In his text he told me that his wife and kids were going out of town, and he wanted to spend the night with me at my house. I had to think about this one. Although I had fantasized about what it would be like to spend the night with him, I still felt it would be a risk. 

I finally decided that since it would be our last time, I would do it. However, I informed him that we would meet as usual at the bar. He would leave his car there, and ride with me back to my house. I would park in the garage, and enter the house from there. I didn't want his car in the driveway, or anyone seeing us get out of my car together. David did the exact same thing every week, so I knew he wouldn't be home until 11:30 Saturday. 

As Friday evening approached I couldn't believe I was going to do something so daring. I had already talked to David, and was getting ready for my final date with John. I picked him up at the bar. After a drink, we drove back to my house, and parked in the garage as planned. We had all night so we weren't in a hurry to jump in bed. 

We shared a bottle of wine and talked about how great the last few weeks had been. John said he knew it was probably only a matter of time until I got pregnant, and he wanted me to know that he would miss me. 

I led him to our guest bedroom where we got undressed, and fucked for the next two hours. I refused to sleep with him in mine and David's bed, and he understood. It was getting close to midnight as John and I were laying in bed naked, and talking. He had just finished fucking me doggie style, which as usual led to screams of pleasure from me.

"We have never talked about it Lisa, but how do I compare to your husband?"

"I don't like comparing John, but you are one hell of a lover. David is good, and loving, but you give me orgasms he isn't capable of. You are bigger than he is. There have been times I will admit when I am making love with David, but thinking of you fucking me."

"Well, you are an excellent lover Lisa. It is easy to bring you to orgasm. My wife does not come as easy or as often as you do, but she is a good lover. You understand Lisa that I have grown very fond of you, but I do love my wife and kids, and as soon as you get pregnant, we can't see each other anymore."

"I know John, and I feel the same way. I have confession to make. I was going to wait until next week, but I guess I should tell you now. I am pregnant. I found out last month. Tonight will be our last together. I just wasn't ready to give you up, so I wanted one more month with you. I hope your not mad?"

"Of course not. I'm glad you did. I'm really going to miss our Friday night fuck sessions."

He leaned over and kissed me. When we broke the kiss, I was suddenly aware of another person in the room. The light came on, and there was David standing in the door. He was crying, with big tears rolling down his cheeks.

I screamed, "David, oh my God, no, no David. This is not what you think. I can explain everything baby,"

David just stood there crying with such a look of hurt on his face I could hardly stand it. 

John grabbed his clothes and ran out. I'm not sure where because his car wasn't here, but he was gone before we knew it.

I started to cry. I knew that I had done something very horrible. I had good intentions, but none the less it was a terrible thing I did to my husband.

"How long were you there at the door?" I asked.

"I saw him fucking you doggy style. I heard your screams of pleasure when you had your orgasm. I heard every word spoken while you were laying there. It would have been less painful if only you would have just ripped my heart out. All those things you said Lisa. You really thought of him while making love to me? He obviously is a much better lover than me. Why Lisa? Why?"

He fell on the floor crying. I have never felt as low, or hurt as bad in my life as I did that moment. What could I possibly say to David to take away his hurt? I decided on the truth. 

I told him the whole story. 

"David, when I found out that you would have a hard time getting me pregnant, I didn't want to tell you. I knew it would destroy you, but I still wanted us to have a baby. That was when I came up with my plan. I would find someone who would be a good donor, and someone who was married and could accept our situation. I found the guy you saw tonight."

"Unfortunately, sex with him became addicting to me, and I got greedy. I'm not in love with him David, I am still in love with you. I need you David. We can work through this. I had good intentions with this whole thing. Please believe me when I tell you I did this for us."

He jumped up and yelled, "Bullshit you fucking whore. You lied to me, you cheated on me, and you told your lover boy he was much better than me. Oh, and you love the fact that he has a bigger dick than me. That's the truth in all this Lisa."

He started to walk out. 

I cried, "Where are you going David?"

"I don't know, but I can't be around you right now. I need to calm down and figure this out. I will be back sometime tomorrow, and maybe we can talk about it. Right now, I don't even want to be in the same house with you."

He walked out the door, got in his car, and left. I was at the lowest point in my life, and felt like shit. I tried to sleep that night, but couldn't. I kept seeing that hurt look on David's face. I had never seen him so hurt. I should have told him the truth about the test, and just dealt with it. 

David came back home the next afternoon looking like death warmed over. He obviously had a super hangover. His clothes were wrinkled, and he had not shaved. He probably slept in his car after tying one on.

He went straight to the shower, cleaned up, shaved, then came back down to the living room. I was sitting on the couch crying. David sat in a chair across from me. 

He said, "I guess you wonder why I came home to catch you last night, when I always come home Saturday morning? It was around 6:45, right after I talked to you, which by you way you told me how much you loved me, even though you were about to fuck your lover boy."

That one hurt. The tone in his voice showed the absurdity of the situation. 

"I got a call from a lady who works in our office. She is one of the paralegals. She comes in my office all the time and sees the big picture of you I have on my desk. It was your glamour shot photo. She always comments on how beautiful you are. Anyway, she sees you in this bar meeting a guy. You hugged him, had a drink, then grabbed his hand and led him to your car."

David started to choke up a little, but continued.

"She had recognized you from the picture on my desk. She followed you and watched the two of you get in the car. Once in the car you kissed him pretty passionately. She decided to follow you, at which point you went to our house, and disappeared in the garage. She called me and told me what she witnessed."

I just sat there crying, my world crashing before my eyes.

"I tried calling your cell, but there was no answer. Since we don't have a land line, it was the only way I had of contacting you. I checked out, jumped in my car, and drove like hell to get home."

I remembered putting my cell phone in my purse, and it probably was on vibrate. I never heard it, and never checked it. 

"I stopped out in front of our house and came in quietly through the front door. I went to our bedroom first, but no one was there. I was hoping and praying my suspicions were unfounded. As I approached the guest bedroom, I heard noises of sex. My heart sank as I peered through the half open door, and saw you being fucked doggy style by some guy I didn't know. It felt like someone stuck a knife in me Lisa."

He broke down and cried pretty hard at this point. There was nothing I could do or say right now.

"You screamed with an orgasm pretty quick after I first saw you. I stood there and listened to your conversation. I got the impression you liked fucking him better than me, after all he had such a bigger dick than me."

At this point I said, "No David, you are wrong. He is not better than you. I just said he gives me a different type of orgasm. You are a very good lover David, and you always satisfy me, and no I don't like fucking him better than you." I said.

"Then I hear you say you are pregnant. I'm guessing that since I am so inadequate according to the test results, you decided to find someone else better to do the job? To make matters worse, after you find out your pregnant, you continue to fuck him for another month because I guess he has this big wonderful dick you so enjoy." He said.

"I know this looks really bad David, but let me try to explain." I said.

"Well, I guess you could try. I'm listening." He said. 

"When I found out the test results, I was devastated. It wasn't because of your inadequacy, but that you would be devastated. I knew you would blame yourself for us not being able to have children. I was hurting for you, not because of you."

I looked away a moment to keep control of my emotions.

"I contemplated how I was going to tell you, and I was going to tell you, until this plan came to mind. Looking back now I know that my plan was really stupid, but at the time it seemed like the right thing to do. Plain and simple, I decided not to tell you. I wanted you to think we could have a child, and we just had to keep trying. I would then find a good candidate to get me pregnant. Since you were gone every Friday night, that would be a good time."

"So you went to a bar and picked someone up" He said.

"No. You make it sound like I was just looking to get laid. I was not. I was looking for just the right person to help give us a baby. I found him that first night at the bar. He was perfect. He was happily married. He had fathered three children. He was free on Friday nights also. After I told him the circumstances, he agreed to all of my conditions" I said.

"Yea, he agreed because he knew he was going to get a lot of pussy from a beautiful young woman." He said.

"Maybe, but he did agree, and promised that after I got pregnant he would never see me again."

"Too bad you didn't agree to your own conditions. From what I heard, you continued fucking him. You just needed more of that big dick of his. My dick just couldn't compete with your lover boy." He cried. 

"You're right in that I shouldn't have continued to see him. I'm sorry David. I don't know why, but I just wanted a little more. No matter what, last night was going to be the last time I ever saw him. You were supposed to come home Saturday. That is when I was going to tell you that I was pregnant, and as far as you would ever know, you were the father. Now that I have said the whole thing out loud, I see what a horrible thing it is that I did. The lying, the cheating, and betraying your trust in me."

I broke down and cried pretty hard now. 

He let me cry for a minute, then spoke again. "I appreciate you being honest with me. I don't want to know all the details of what you did with him, although I did see a little of it. I still love you Lisa. I guess that is what makes this so hard. I'm also going to miss you so much."

I jerked up and said, "What do you mean miss me?"

"I'm packing my stuff and leaving Lisa. What did you expect? I'm not going to watch that bastard child grow inside you everyday. It would be a daily reminder of how you betrayed me and fucked another man, who happens to be the father of the child."

"Oh please David. I'm begging you. Don't move out. Please stay and let's work this out. I will move in the guest bedroom, just don't leave me."

"I'm sorry Lisa. I have too. You left me no choice."

"You're not going to file for divorce are you?" I said.

"I don't know. Do you want to file for divorce so you can be with lover boy and his big dick?"

"Stop talking like that David. I told you I will never see him again. I love you David. I want us to stay married and raise this child as our own."

"Well you can forget that. It's not my child. You better come up with a better plan."

A thought suddenly occurred to me. The nurse said it wasn't impossible for David to impregnate me, just improbable. There is an outside chance that David could be the father. I know it was a long shot, but I had to come up with something.

"You know David, there is a chance that you are this baby's father." 

"Fat chance Lisa. I'm sure lover boy has a lot more, and much better swimmers than me. You said he had three kids."

"I tell you what David, you move out, but don't file for divorce. I will have this baby on my own. I will get my parents to help at the end. After the baby is born, and settled in here, I want to do a paternity test to see if you're the father. If you're not the father, then I will sign any divorce agreement you give me. I will raise the child on my own. However, if you are the father, then I want you to at least consider coming back home, and let's become a family. You don't have to, but you must at least consider it."

He thought for a moment, then said, "Yes, I will agree to that if only to have more proof that you cheated on me."

"You know David we could even do the test before the baby is born?"

"No. We will wait until it is born. That gives me eight months to decide what I am going to do, and if I can maybe forgive you."

David packed his bags and left. We agreed to talk by phone as much as we wanted, but would not physically see each other.

True to his word, we did not see each other. We talked by cell phone every week. After awhile the conversation started to become intimate. We both loved each other, and missed each other, but David stuck to his vow not to see me until after the baby was born. He said we would then get together for the paternity test. 

The eight months passed by, and the baby was born. A good looking healthy boy. After they cleaned him up, they brought him to me for his first feeding. As he was sucking my breast, I studied his facial features carefully. He looked to have David's eyes, nose, and chin. Maybe I was just wishful thinking, but I swear he did. Then again, he also seemed to resemble John in some ways. 

My parents helped me get the baby home, and we settled in. I had several weeks of maternity leave from school, and my mother was staying with me to help. After a couple of weeks I decided it was time. The baby was old enough to take places, and I was anxious to know.

I called David and made arrangements for him to meet us at the testing lab. They would do a Buccal Swab. They would take an applicator and rub the inside of David, and the baby's cheek. The test was practically 100% accurate. They would also match it with me. 

I would receive the results by courier in about four days. 

When David and I finally saw each other for the first time in eight months, we hugged for several minutes. We both cried. He said he had missed me so much, but he also said that if he was not the father, he would file for divorce. He said he had already made that decision. I cried because I knew that odds were that John was the father. 

None the less, the next four days I prayed to God to please let David be the father. 

Four days later a courier delivered the envelope to our house. I asked my mother to leave for the afternoon while I called David to come over. He told me he would be there in 45 minutes.

I finally couldn't stand it. I opened the letter, read the results, then waited for David to arrive. 

I was sitting on the couch with the baby in his little carrier beside me on the floor. The doorbell rang, which I thought was odd. This was still David's house. I got up and let him in. I sat back down next to the baby, and David sat next to me on the couch. He turned to look at me. 

I picked up the baby and said, "David? I want you to look at this little boy. He is innocent of all this. He had no choice in the matter. He is a beautiful little boy."

David just stared at him, and shrugged in agreement. 

I held the baby close to David and said, "David? Would you like to hold little Davey, your son?"

David suddenly turned every color under the sun. He couldn't speak. He just stared at me, then Davey. He looked back at me to see if I was joking. I handed Davey to his father, and he took him. Tears were rolling down his face, as they were on mine too. 

"You mean I did it? My boys beat out lover boy. I am truly his father?"

I showed him the official results. David was definitely the father.

"David. Will you please move back home, and let's be a family? I am so sorry for what I did to you. I know an apology is not enough, but I love you with all my heart, and need you so much. I will go to counseling, or whatever, if you will just come back to me."

"He didn't hesitate when he said, "Yes Lisa, we will be a family. I can forgive you, but you will have to earn my trust again. I don't think we need counseling, but we have a lot of talking to do. You know you did something terrible to me, but we have a child, and we can overcome it. This child has brought us back together. I love you with all my heart also, and cannot imagine life without you and little Davey."

I put the baby back down, and we kissed for the first time in months. The kissing got pretty passionate. I reminded David I had a few more weeks to go before he could enter the kingdom, but I would be happy to give him a blowjob, or a hand job anytime he wanted.

He got a really good blow job that night.

It is now three years later, and David and I are expecting our second child. It is a little girl. David's sperm may be fewer in number, and slow swimmers, but they sure are accurate. 

You may be wondering what happened to John. I got a text from him right after David moved out. He said he hoped David wouldn't say anything to his wife. He also said that he would never see, or contact me again. He wished me well with the baby, and hoped everything would work out with my husband. It did, and I haven't even thought of John since that day. 

I was a fool to do what I did, no matter how good my intentions were. I have a good husband, a great family, and I am thankful for that. David trust me completely now, as well he should. I would never do anything to jeopardize what we have. Our sex life is great, although not quite as often since Davey came along. 

One more thing. David does not make the Friday trip to Dallas anymore. He comes home to me and Davey. He lets one of the single lawyers take care of it. On Friday nights, I take care of my loving husband David.



Deception or Desire



Note from the author: If you've read any of my other stories you know I'm a sucker for happy endings, so please read the entire story before judging the author or the actions of the characters.

Thanks for reading me and hope you enjoy this piece. Don't forget to vote!

Special thanks to michchick98 for editing me and putting up with all the changes to this story, you're a real gem!

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Work was hectic and Pete looked forward to a cold drink or two with the guys before heading back to his hotel. This wasn't at all how he expected to spend Valentine's Day, but his wife had phoned him earlier that day and canceled her plans to meet him for the weekend because of her job. 

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, but I have been called into work tonight and tomorrow. Kel was injured and is off on a medical leave and I'm her replacement. I know you had big plans for us and I was really looking forward to spending some quality time with you in that hot tub. But you go and have yourself a good time with the guys and I'll make it up to you when you get back home, I promise. Love ya baby," then the line went silent. 

Pete listened to the message one more time before deciding she was right and he should go out with the guys for a bit after work, especially since one of them offered to pay his way for the night. How could he refuse that offer?

Fortunately for Pete, he worked mostly with single men who didn't seem to have any particular plans for what they called just another day, even though it was Valentine's Day. 

"Hey, is that offer for drinks still open?" He hollered from his office as some of the workers started to leave. When all the arrangements were finalized regarding the time and place to meet, Pete left work to stop off at his hotel to shower, shave and change out of his suit. He slid on his only pair of denims and grabbed a nice shirt from the closet then right before walking out the door, he splashed on some aftershave because he hated the scent of the hotel soap.

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The highway was crowded, music sounding loudly from vehicles that passed along side. Pete carefully steered toward the right lane preparing to exit. Following the map that one of the guys gave him, he headed downtown to his destination, a nightclub just off the main drag. 

He parked in the secured lot and headed inside. As he sauntered toward the bar to locate his friends, women of every shape and size gazed at him. Being the gentleman he is, Pete smiled back as he passed, but all he desired at the time was that cold drink to ease the stress of the day and forget about the plans he'd made with his wife. It was then that he noticed her. This vision beyond comparison, a friend from his past perhaps? 

There was a familiarity about her features, but the hue of her hair and the way she carried herself were different than the woman who first came to mind. Still, she attracted him with a silent call. As Pete approached her he watched the indistinguishable gaze she was getting from the other men and wondered which of them wanted her as much as he did. 

Soon, he learned who had been fancying her, besides himself, as a slightly older man led her to the dance floor when "Satisfied" by Bob Seger rocked the place. Her sultry moves excited him. The leather of her pencil skirt hugged her ass as she swayed around the floor to the beat. The fringe across her tight blouse drew attention with every turn. Her long hair slightly covered her eyes now; yet he sensed her stare. 

She was definitely flirting with him and his loins demonstrated approval. Pete wanted to cut in, but to avoid embarrassment he refrained from the urge to hold her, to inhale her delicious scent as he continued to the bar.

The woman watched as he took his seat amongst the group of men at the table. With an intense gaze, she eyed his every move. She examined his toned body and with a raised brow then a wink, showed her acceptance. The other men faded in comparison to him; Pete was her object of desire for the moment. 

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Pete and his wife had always had an open relationship and she never minded his flirtatious mannerisms with other women because she knew it was just flirting and she would be the one he'd come home to at the end of the night. When he was out with the guys and had flirted with someone, their lovemaking was always more intense and she loved that. 

Tonight however, was different. Pete had been given a blow that he'd be spending Valentine's Day alone for the first time in years. He didn't think anything would come of his flirting but knew his wife would understand if something did happen.

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As the song ended, a smile appeared and her body language instantly changed. Her hips swayed as she weaved her way through the crowd to her table, inviting Pete to draw near. He did. He could almost smell the sweet fragrance emanating from her; it ignited interest, a yearning for her touch. "Um- excuse me fellas," Pete said when he righted himself and headed to her table.

"Damn, that guy is one lucky son of a bitch," Joe said. Joe's a co-worker from the same facility as Pete and was accompanying him on this trip to learn more about the specific job they were on. 

Some of the guys at the table gave Pete a disgusted look knowing he was married, until Joe explained about their open relationship.

"Well, all I can tell ya is that she's no regular around these parts. I come here every Thursday and I have never seen those broads before. There are always some fine lookin' chicks in here and I know I would have remembered them," one of the guys at the table said as he shook his head and stared at Pete.

"Well, Jeff, they probably already know about you and have steered clear of the likes of your kind. It's no wonder you're still single with the way you speak about women. If I were a female, I'd kick your ass if you ever called me a broad. And what's with the chicks? Are we back in high school again? Now if you ask me, there are some very fine, actually hot - knock me on my ass - women in here tonight and if I wasn't married or if I had a wife like my man Pete over there I'd go for it with any of these women," Joe added then called the waitress over for another round and sent one to Pete and the lady he was sitting with.

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Finally, Pete pushed through the growing crowd gathering around her table and from her full red lips he read, "I want you." His stride quickened; he ached for her touch. 

She was not alone when he reached the table, but the other women excused themselves as Pete began to greet them. "Good evening ladies." He stepped behind her chair, leaning down to her ear he asked, "Is this seat taken?" knowing full well she saved it for him.

"Hello," she said with her sultry tone, "I'm Gabrielle," and reached out to touch his hand.

After clearing the lump in his throat, Pete answered, "Hello beautiful, I'm Christopher. It's a pleasure to meet you." Whenever he set out to flirt, Pete never used his real name and as you can see, this particular night he chose Christopher, which he often would shorten to Chris.

He readjusted himself on the stool and asked if he could get her a drink, she accepted. All Chris had to do was raise his hand to motion for the waitress and she immediately headed to the table with drinks for them both. After she set the drinks down and looked into Chris' questioning eyes, she told him they were from his friend, Joe. Chris gave the waitress a ten note and thanked her for her attentiveness. 

The conversation with Gabrielle was smooth, effortless, as he learned about her and she about him. "This is a very nice place, do you come often?" he asked as he returned her touch, his fingers rested on hers and caressed gently, seductively. 

"Well, actually no. I've never been here before. I'm visiting a dear friend for a couple days and he suggested this place to me just yesterday. And I must admit, I'm so glad I came to check it out tonight," was her reply after sipping the straw in her cocktail; teasing him with the way her lips and tongue moved around the plastic tube.

Christopher shook his head and looked around, frustrated. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you," he said as he leaned in toward her. The music was blaring and patrons were speaking loudly around him. "Would you like to go someplace quieter so we can talk?" he asked, knowing she could barely hear his words but was reading his lips.

"I'd love that," she mouthed then stood from her stool and walked toward the front door.

Chris waved goodbye to his friends and gave a thumbs up with a silly grin that covered his face. He followed Gabrielle closely, but not too close, so he could watch her firm cheeks sway as she moved. The sight of her legs excited him as he watched her, but his weren't the only eyes on her sexy form. That too excited him, as he felt the eyes of other men turn away when she focused her gaze to him and mouthed, "Come, follow me!" 

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Christopher couldn't get over the fact that he thought he had known this woman somewhere in his past. He wanted to get into this woman's head and discover why she attracted him so. Why she seemed so familiar to him. There was a mystery about her and he was bound to discover what it was come hell or high water.

Once out the door Christopher escorted Gabrielle to her car and she then watched as he ran to his and drove up beside her in the lot. "Follow me," she mouthed with a slight bite on her lower lip as well as a wink then headed down the street to a quiet diner.

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Time passed quickly as the conversation touched on everything from work to relationships. She's not wearing a wedding ring, Chris thought to himself as he held her hand, so I guess it's best to just come out and ask her, he thought again then asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?" as his feet entangled with hers beneath the table.

"No, I haven't had a boyfriend in several years," she answered, blushing slightly.

Christopher liked that response and planned his next move as they both finished their dinner and coffee. Christopher felt the tightness in his jeans as the bulge pressed firmly against the straining zipper. Never in all his married years had he ever cheated on his wife, but there was something about this woman, something he just couldn't pull away from. She seemed so familiar to him as though he'd known her forever.

"Oh! Look at the time. It's getting late!" she exclaimed, glancing at her watch. "I should be getting back to my hotel."

Chris felt her bare foot rise against his calf, toward his thigh and without hesitation said, "I don't want you to go yet, but if you must, I understand," as he leaned across the table and kissed her lips gently. His temperature, among other things, was rising. His heart raced. He wasn't prepared to be alone so suddenly. Reading her body language he knew she sensed that and he hoped she felt the same, but only time would tell.

Gabrielle followed close behind when he walked to the cashier to pay the check. She was so close Chris could feel her breath on his neck; he shivered, she giggled.

Holding the door for her she passed through, with a closeness that signaled she wanted more. Once in her car, she waited for him to get into his and then rolled her window down slightly to admit, "I'm not ready to be alone just yet either. Would you like to come to my place for a drink?"

Christopher's mind flooded with thoughts all the way from the diner to her hotel. Thoughts of his wife, their loving relationship, her trust in him, yet her understanding of how he gets on occasion. We both agreed that ours is an open relationship, so actually I am not doing anything wrong. Just go there and have a good time and stop all the pondering. All thoughts of what he was doing and why disappeared from his mind when he noticed her turn signal. 

The drive seemed to take forever, but was actually only a short distance from the diner. She pulled into the parking structure and motioned Chris to pull behind her. As he exited his vehicle she unlocked the door and entered.

I wish she'd stand still long enough for me to kiss her, he thought as he closed the door behind them and followed her to the elevator. They both seemed nervous during the short ride to the fifth floor and exited quickly when the doors opened.

"Make yourself comfortable, Christopher. I'll be back shortly," he heard as Gabrielle's voice faded when she entered another room in her suite.

While she was away, his mind recalled the visions at the bar and the unpleasant faces of the other gentlemen as he escorted Gabrielle out. A smile came to his face, but then he snapped from his glorious vision when he heard her voice once again.

"I'm having some difficulties back here. Do you think you could help me?" she summoned him.

All sorts of thoughts run through Christopher's mind as he made his way toward her voice, totally unaware of what she was doing back there. He froze in his tracks when he first saw her.

Goddamn, she's wonderful! he thought as he began to walk again.

In the doorway he saw her, she was leaning against the jam of the open door, the door to her room. Her long brunette hair graced her heavenly face as the position of her long legs taunted him; teased him beyond expectation as she straddled her six-inch pumps. Her left arm raised seductively above her. Her fingers lightly grasped the molding.

With one finger, Gabrielle summoned Christopher. Excitedly, he abided. He eagerly came to her, anticipating the pleasures ahead. Her full, lustrous lips drew him in. He lost himself in her kiss. She devoured him, seeking his tongue with hers. Passions flared as she pressed against him. Her taut breasts screamed for release from the confines of their binding satin and lace.

The heaving cleavage protruded seductively from her silken blouse and beckoned for his touch, his heat, his torture and teasing, not to mention a long awaited release. Chris unbuttoned her blouse slowly at first, but passion and arousal overpowered his initial intentions. His fingers clenched the fabric and pulled the material from her fiercely; buttons scattered about as her flesh was exposed. 

He stepped back momentarily to admire the view, a view that set his loins ablaze. His heart raced and he pulled her near. Her taut rosy buds pressed against his chest, he inhaled deeply; the scent of jasmine penetrated his nostrils. Gabrielle smiled that "come get me" smile Chris loved to see on a woman, especially his wife. With a bite of her lower lip and a bat of her sexy brown eyes she pushed him away, walking slowly, seductively toward the shower. He melted as she motioned him to follow her.  

As Chris passed through the doorway, quickly removing his jeans, shoes and socks, a billow of steam ignited a passion, lust and desire to get closer immediately. He, all but gracefully, slid across the floor to the shower stall. To his surprise as well as hers, she caught him. Her arms slipped beneath his open shirt, palms grazed erect nipples. Her movements were direct, she knew what she wanted and what she wanted was Chris! 

"Oh, Gabrielle, I would like nothing better than to fuck you right now!" Chris said with a heavy breath.

"Well, what's taking you so long?" Gabrielle asked as she pulled him into the shower with her, shirt and all.

The warm water instantly drenched his shirt and it clung to his muscular form. She slid her fingers up his chest and over his shoulders, removing the shirt from his upper body. She leaned in and engulfed one erect nipple as Chris finagled the shirt off his arms and it fell with a plop at their feet.

"Mmm," a moan escaped her lips as she devoured first one nipple then the other. She knew how to please him, yet how to torture him at the same time and she continued her assault. 

Christopher's fingers grasped her drenched hair, pulling her mouth to his. He leaned down slightly and kissed her full lips hard. Teasing the corners slightly with his tongue and she parted her lips, inviting him inside to explore and excite even more. 

As his kiss intensified, he released the grasp on her hair and reached for the bottle of Sensual Amber shower gel on the rack in the corner. Thinking initially it wasn't a brand he would normally choose for himself, however, after he worked a small amount into a thick lather and moved his hands about her flesh, Chris changed his mind. The sensual scent excited him and the sexy woman with him. 

The sight, the sensation of her pressing against him was amazing and he flexed his hips forward in reciprocation. A soft moan escaped her moist lips, her hips swayed gently against his growing erection as he massaged the thick lather into her breasts, teasing her nipples a bit as well. 

The ambience added to Chris' arousal. The soft, sensual music from the CD player in the bedroom and the flicker of the candlelight as it danced against the dark walls put his mind into overdrive. I wish my wife would make time for us like this, he thought as he continued to explore Gabrielle's form. The heat from the water jets strategically placed on the walls surrounding the shower failed in comparison to the heat their exploration had caused.

As his hands delved lower across her abdomen, she abruptly turned in his arms. Facing him now, a soft sexy smile exhibited her desire for him, her need for more. With her arms gracefully around his neck, she rose to her tiptoes and delivered a heated kiss. Her supple flesh pressed against his masculine chest and he was in heaven. Christopher's response was welcomed as his tongue danced with hers, intensifying the kiss.

"God! I want you!" he confessed with a heavy breath.

Gabrielle leaned around him and turned off the water then stepped from the shower, handing him a plush towel. She grabbed hers as she led him to the living room area of her suite. "We have all night, baby!" she whispered, pushing him back to the sofa before walking away.

"Oh come back Gabrielle," he pleaded, reaching out for her.

She ignored his plea, momentarily, walking to the entertainment center and pulled a DVD from the top shelf. She placed it in the player, teasing him with a sexy little dance. She let her towel slide, briefly exposing the side of her breast then as she turned toward him, her towel flung open allowing a glimpse of her bikini-shaven sex. Chris opened his towel slightly, hoping it would cool areas that had become quite heated. "It's getting hot in here!"

Sitting beside him, she reached across his lap for the remote and pressed play then sat back against his chest, her head just below his shoulder, her legs rose to the ottoman. 

The opening screen began, Chris liked what he saw and let her know. "Oh yeah baby, now we're talking. You sure are my kind of woman!" he said excitedly, almost drooling at the thought of what was to come. 

As the movie played, so did Christopher. His hands reached beneath the robe that barely covered her. His hands canvassed her warm flesh in search of the perfect spot, the spot that would make her melt into him. As if he'd been with her before, Chris found her weakness quickly and her body reacted, just as he'd hoped it would! Gabrielle writhed against him and her moans were sensual pleas for more. 

"Hold that thought," Chris said when he shifted his body so his back was against the arm of the long, overstuffed sofa then she snuggled beside him, his hand never leaving her wetness. 

Once again she melted against him and her body heat radiated through the plush thickness of the robe and against his groin. With sensuous touching and passionate kisses he stimulated her, as she, him and his erection begged for release. 

Could he withstand the torture much longer? Never had he lasted so long without rushing the finale and he was proud of his stamina, his ability to ward off the demons in his head urging him to fulfill his desires, his desire to take that hot, gorgeous woman and fuck her brains out right there on the sofa. Forget the bedroom! Just take her now! She won't refuse you, she can't! Don't you see that when you look into her eyes? The voice interrupted his concentration on the movie and Gabrielle.




Deception or Desire



Restless, she began to move, her arousal evident by her scent on his hand. Christopher brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled her savory aroma before bringing his fingers to his mouth; he loved the taste of her. After a quick sensuous kiss, she righted herself then reached for the remote, pushing the pause button before she tossed it back to the couch. 

"If you'll excuse me for a moment," she whispered, leaning into him for yet another soft kiss. She pushed off him, righted herself again then sauntered down the hall, into her bedroom.

Follow her, you idiot, the demon's voice returned. Chris hesitated, awaiting Gabrielle's return or another sign from her.

After a brief, slightly impatient wait, she beckoned him. "Christopher Darling, can you come here please?"

Aaah! Yes, just what I was waiting for! I wonder what she has in store for me now? Excitement built as he headed in the direction of her seductive voice.

Taking the lead once again, his eyes fixated upon her form, her position, stimulating, to say the least. Provocatively perched on a stool in the middle of the bedroom floor, Gabrielle awaited his arrival. As Chris neared, he heard music and watched instinctively as the remote for the CD player fell from her grasp. 

All sorts of things raced through his mind when he recognized the Joe Cocker song playing. It had always been his favorite song to think of when planning a special evening for his wife. He began to sing along and she performed to his every word as he continued to describe a little strip tease for her. Gabrielle was amazing as she moved to his directions along with the lyrics. She removed her coat, her shoes then her dress, very slowly, yet left the red hat upon her head as she moved around the stool.

When she followed his directive; perched on that stool, Chris couldn't help but realize he was one very lucky gentleman tonight. Her seductive moves drove him insane. The slight bounce of her breasts caused his cock to throb and ache, even more than before. She saw his agony and with a motion of her index finger beckoned him closer. He stood between her and the bed and she fell into his waiting arms, pushing him onto the mattress.

In her frenzy, she pulled his robe off his shoulders and down his arms, tugging forcefully; yearning for access to his entire body; she licked her lips in anticipation of arousing him further while she dragged her long fingernails over his ass. Feeling her agony he lifted slightly and the robe slipped out with ease then she dropped it to the floor beside her dress.

She licked her lips once more as she gazed hungrily at him. Her legs bent and she straddled him, her ivory thighs hugged his as she leaned down and devoured him in one steady movement. He moaned as she expertly sucked him off. Her breasts teased him as they dangled just out of reach. 

The need to have contact with her as she pleasured him drove him insane. Christopher's hands searched for something to grasp and his fingers clenched her auburn locks. Once her hair was secure in his grasp he was content again. He didn't force her head down on his cock, instead relaxed and enjoyed her expertise. 

"Oh God! Yes! Suck it baby, just like that," Chris moaned as her assault on his cock continued. 

Her tongue flicked against the rim bringing him near the edge as her delicate fingers caressed his sac and stimulated his g-spot. Gabrielle sensed his urgency to come and she took him deeper, sucking harder. She was a master at this and knew exactly how he liked it, what he expected and how long before he would release. He shot his seed deep into her throat and she swallowed every drop. She licked her lips to catch what had dribbled out before she returned to clean his cock with her devilish tongue.

Chris was exhausted, but his mind and cock craved more of her. She rolled off him and repositioned herself, knees bent, thighs as far apart as she could get them without losing her balance. With the gaze that caught his attention at the bar earlier that evening, she stared at him, and in a whisper she pleaded, "Fuck me, now!"

He wanted her desperately and his demon continued to beg for a good, hard fuck, but Chris took control and slowly raised himself to face her. Gabrielle grabbed his ass, for balance, as much as her desire for contact when his mouth sought out her left breast and teased the hard nipple with his tongue. She writhed with him and he could feel the moisture of her sex when his cock slipped between her moist folds. She was more than ready for his insertion, but Chris' plan was quite different as he sought out the other nipple and sucked gently.

Taunting her with his rigid member he continued his assault while his tongue left her breasts and traveled down her abdomen. She wanted him and she was ready to beg for release, but he ignored her pleas. His tongue slithered down one thigh then up the other leaving a trail of saliva to mark his path.

Christopher felt she'd had enough torture and moved behind her to position the head of his cock at her sex. "Are you wet?" he asked as she raised her ass to meet him, in hopes of a quicker connection, but she was unaware of his seductive plan to make her wait for the perfect moment to thrust deep into her quivering pussy.

Although Gabrielle was more than ready, Christopher wasn't. He pushed her down to the mattress then rolled her to her back and slithered down her sexy form. He positioned himself between her thighs; taking notice that her inner and outer labia were swollen. "Such a special treat can't be ignored," he told her and the heat of his breath teased her sex even more. 

His tongue flickered gently over the folds, which partially covered her drenched pussy. When he paused to catch his breath, he noticed the white of her knuckles as she clenched the sheet beneath her. Her form glistened with perspiration as she writhed beneath his teasing and torture of her sex, yet she loved every delicious minute of it. Her soft moans maintain perfect rhythm to the thrashing of her head and the torture of his assault.

Again Christopher asked, "Are you wet?"

To hear her breathless reply caused his cock to twitch uncontrollably. He was ready to take Gabrielle over the edge. Christopher inserted just the head of his cock into her slick opening and pulled back instantly as he anticipated her next movement. Just as he thought, she thrust her hips hard against his. Her whimpering increased, her head thrashed against the pillow and her hands grasped his ass to bring him closer, force him into her.

Her urgency compelled Chris to thrust deep and hard. Complete insertion was attained with the first thrust and her quivering pussy engulfed his entire shaft, milking it immediately. Their hips undulated in unison as his thumb brought intense pleasure to her sensitive nub.

Rubbing gently, Chris felt her body tense and her orgasm was but a moment away. "Oh God! Yes, Christopher! Fuck me harder, deeper. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she repeated softly, yet with an animalistic growl to her tone. Her pleas echoed in the silence of the night.

Knowing it was time for her release by the contractions around his cock he urged her on, "Come Gabrielle, come on my cock, baby. I want to feel your sweet juices, that's it baby. Come for me."

Her grip on the sheet below tightened, her hair mangled as her head thrashed side to side. Her orgasm had taken over as the waves of erotic pleasure consumed her. 

Having come once already, Chris had the willpower to hold off his orgasm as he focused on Gabrielle. Her body lay motionless momentarily as she recovered and her breathing normalized, but within minutes of her orgasm she opened her eyes, smiled that seductive smile and whispered Christopher's favorite word, "more!"

Gabrielle scooted off the bed and retrieved some things from her suitcase before returning to Christopher's side. "Here, put this on," and she handed him a leather cock ring. While he adjusted the fit, she prepared a toy for him to use on her as well. 

Once he was ready, she positioned herself on the mattress again, knees spread as far as she could get them. She leaned forward, bracing herself with her palms flat on the bed and handed Christopher the toy between her legs. Christopher growled when he took the toy from her.

He stood back and marveled the view before him; a perfectly formed ass and a delicious, trimmed pussy, glistening with their juices stared back at him, very tempting. Christopher had always enjoyed anal sex, but his wife was timid. Go for it! What the hell are you waiting for? She's obviously begging you to fuck her in the ass, so come on already, the demon's voice was back again, urging Christopher to do the deed.

He was ready, his cock was dripping and that gorgeous ass in front of him was definitely ready to be fucked. Christopher just wasn't sure which object to put where and he didn't want to embarrass himself.

"What's wrong, baby?" Gabrielle questioned glancing behind her and seeing Christopher standing there with the toy in one hand and his strapped up cock in the other. 

He glanced at his cock then at her ass, back at his cock then at the toy she gave him. He smiled a devilish grin, licked his lips and went for what he enjoyed. He figured that if she wanted the toy in her ass then she would tell him. But upon further examination of the glass wand, he decided to use that in her pussy because of the curved end. This looks as though it were made for a specific duty.

With a dollop of gel, he pressed firmly against her anus and eased a finger in gently, rotating slowly. He knew she was ready for more when she pushed back against his finger and it slid effortlessly into her. His cock was much larger than his finger so he removed it then inserted a second finger and then a third, before positioning the head of his cock at her opening, now relaxed and prepared for penetration. 

He pushed slowly, it was a tight fit, but Gabrielle urged him on. "Push deeper, baby. Yes, that's it," she growled.

He loved to hear her growl and moan and with each thrust of his cock into her tight hole she growled louder. When his cock was inserted to the strap of his cock ring he paused and let her muscles adjust. As she adjusted to him filling her he leaned forward and inserted the glass wand deep into her pussy. Gabrielle writhed her ass against his cock, which caused the wand to rub against her g-spot, and from her arousal, Chris knew that's where he needed to focus the direction of the curved tip of the wand.

Chris' cock remained still in her ass as he stimulated her vaginally. With his torso bent slightly over her back, he adjusted well. He moved the wand around inside her until she gasped for air then held her breath as wave after wave of pleasure rode through her making her deliriously happy, yet she wanted more.

While she came down from the high of that release, she urged Christopher to fuck her more. "Oh baby, I can feel your cock inside me. Now, are you just going to leave it there or are you going to fuck me with it?"

That's all it took for Christopher, within no time at all he was ramming his shaft deep into the confines of her tight ass. Gabrielle thoroughly enjoyed his attention to her, yet still wanted more. She reached between her thighs and grabbed his hand, which held the glass wand inside her pussy and jerked it hard then pushed it back to her sex. "Fuck me, now! Give me an orgasm I'll never forget," she growled again. I wish my wife would talk this way when we are having sex, he thought as he delivered the orgasm Gabrielle would never forget.

Between the growling, the whimpering and the writhing, Gabrielle had turned Christopher from a gentle lover to an animal, intent on giving her exactly what she begged for. 

"Now I'm gonna fuck you, Gabrielle," he told her as his member disappeared into her ass. 

Her firm breasts swayed and bounced, yet within reach this time. As Christopher has his way with her from behind, his hands grasped and pulled at her sensitive nipples. She screamed in delight. 

"You like it rough like this, baby girl?" he asked breathless, his heart pounded hard and his legs became weaker as his continuous thrusts deep into her ass prevented her from speaking, but he sensed her approval when she pushed her cheeks into him.

He thrust into her ass hard and shoved the wand into her pussy repeatedly until she sent one last gasp and froze. Her back arched, her arms weakened and quivered. Perspiration glistened on her skin as another powerful orgasm wreaked havoc inside her.

Christopher dropped the wand between her parted legs and reached for her hair and shoulders as he drove his cock home for his own powerful orgasm, which he could no longer contain. As his semen shot deep into her ass he grasped her hair with one hand and with the other, he grabbed a nipple. When his flow finally ceased, he leaned against her back and massaged both breasts. This time Gabrielle didn't beg for more, finally she had been thoroughly sated.

Totally spent, she collapsed to the mattress and him on top of her, bracing himself with his elbows. When her breathing slowed to a calming pace, Christopher rolled off her, looked at her and she at him and they both smiled, content. After an embarrassing yawn, he thanked her for the wonderful evening. He kissed her passionately and pulled her closer to him as sleep claimed them both.

Christopher didn't sleep long, he still had a plan and wanted to finish it before morning when he would eventually have to say farewell to that wonderful woman beside him. He waited until he'd known Gabrielle was sleeping soundly then dressed and grabbed her room key before stepping into the hall. He recalled seeing a twenty-four hour store on the way to her hotel and wanted to get her something to remember their spectacular evening. 

He returned about a half hour later with the remainder of his plan and found Gabrielle sitting at the edge of the bed. "I'm so glad to see you. I thought you had left without saying goodbye," she said, her voice different from when she had spoken to him earlier. Actually, her whole demeanor was different now.

Christopher set the key on the dresser then walked to sit beside her. His arm tucked behind his back. "I would never have left without saying goodbye and thanking you one last time for that fine evening, baby." 

He pulled her closer then handed her the bouquet of long-stemmed red roses and baby's breath before he kissed her madly, finding it difficult to control himself again. But he had to. He had to properly thank that woman for giving him the most memorable Valentine's Day ever.

"Damn, I'm sure one lucky son of a bitch to have two of the most amazing women in my life. Thanks for bringing Gabrielle to me tonight, Sweetheart. I love you, Jenna. I love you more than anything. Thank you for becoming my wife all those years ago. Thanks for our wonderful children and most of all, thank you for loving me so much and being my special Valentine," Christopher started, but his voice had changed as Gabrielle's did. He wasn't Chris anymore, but Pete.

"The next time you see Christopher, please tell him he can sing for me anytime!" She said with a giggle then leaned over to kiss Pete's mouth softly. She pulled away momentarily and whispered, "I love you Pete. Will you be my Valentine?"

"I love you too, Jenna. Yes, I will; always and forever, Love."

As Pete drifted off to dreamland a titillating thought crossed his mind, I wonder who she will be next month? Oh, I can hardly wait! A soft, satisfied smile graced his face as he cuddled with his wife until morning.

The End…or is it?



Deception: Prequel



Prequel

Rosanna is a young secretary at a telecommunications company. During the day, she is punctual and responsible, but in her spare time, she loves to party.

One weekend evening, she went with a small group of her friends to a club, on the prowl. They are all attractive, but they don't have Rosanna's looks. She is 5' 7" or 1.7m tall, slender, redheaded, of white complexion, face almost ideally oval, piercing dark green eyes, round breasts but not sleazily large, which she can flaunt in provocative cleavages without falling in bad taste.

She orders a glass of red wine to warm up without getting drunk, and the color of the drink lights her lips better than any lipstick; giving her an air of a vampire.

The music is loud and compels her to hit the dance floor without a partner. Her walking movements are feline until she reaches the exact spot where the most attractive specimens are. There her dance begins, far eastern steps and moves, but marked with the agile "techno" rhythm. Almost a ritual, more spiritual than sensual.

She attracts many eyes, almost all of males, and some of envious girls. A young man watches her, draws up courage and makes his move. Without a word, he intrudes into her space circle and he even matches her hip strokes. She turns away, as if testing him. He is not discouraged and moves closer, and follows her with his hips until lining up directly with hers. Discreetly but deliberately, he rubs against her buttocks to the beat of the bass line, and she gets a feel of a sizable erection; she even leans against his hips, to feel his body. As part of his game, he takes her by her waist, and near the end of the song, he pulls apart a little, turns her around and faces her, staking his claim.

She moves toward the bar, avoiding her friends' table, but not her new playmate, who discreetly catches up with her at the counter. Then the conversation begins:

"Hello, I'm Nelson."

"I'm Rosanna."

"Cute name. You're a great dancer."

"You weren't bad yourself."

"Thanks, but your style is something else."

"Thank you."

She gestures to pay for her wine, and he beat her to the punch, paying for both of them. She kept going toward the exit, a little fast but not that much so he could not catch up. Once out, he asked her:

"Do you live far from here?"

"Not much."

"Come, I'll drive you."

Now it was Rosanna's turn to follow her man, so she could appraise him well. He is less than six feet tall, and his build is slightly muscular. It's obvious that he takes good care of his body and dresses well. They reached a compact car, built for speed. He politely opened her door, and then, he took the wheel. She gave him directions, and at times, he revved up, boasting his car's performance. She got nervous, but made an effort to conceal it, and he slowed down, not wanting to draw the attention of the patrol cars nor missing the references to which she pointed.

Upon arriving to her apartment, she invited him inside and she offered him a drink, while she turned on some of the same music from the club. Instinctively, she moved her hips, somewhat less exhuberantly, and once again, he joined her. He hugged her from behind and she went along, and little by little, turned around and embraced him again. With the contact of his penis turning her on through their clothes, she got so aroused that she began kissing him, intertwining their tongues and Nelson's hands pushed through the top of her dress and grabbed her naked breasts and his thumbs teased her erect nipples. She groaned deeply against his mouth, and at that moment, he knew that she already was his.

Rosanna placed the guy's arms around her own waist and walked backwards toward her bedroom, to land on her bed, ready for action. He finished removing her dress, and she began to unfasten his shirt and belt, and while he pulled free from his own clothes, he sucked her nipples just enough to keep her in the mood. Then he traced a route of kisses for her abdomen to her vulva and clitoris, while removing her "G-string" and casually putting on a condom. All of his moves are carefully rehearsed. When Rosanna's sighs increased in tone, Nelson positioned his body over hers, and while hugging her, penetrated her slowly. When his ten inches plunged into her burning vagina, she groaned, and although she felt some pain, she managed to reach a small orgasm that progressed toward a multiple climax, as he pumped more and more vigorously. She makes eye contact with her lover, to relish in his handsomeness, but involuntarily, her eyes open wide, to later shut tightly while she wailed like a banshee. He added his own voice while shooting a nice stream inside the preservative, and turned to lie face up beside her, who praises him with butterfly kisses on his face and chest.

Still a little tired after the session of sex, Nelson got up and nervously put his clothes back on. Amid her postorgasmic stupor, she realized that her friend was leaving, and timidly, she questioned him:

"Are you leaving so soon?"

"Yes, dear. I have to go to work tomorrow."

"But tomorrow is a holiday."

"At my job, I work at irregular shifts. Look, give me your number and I'll call you when I find time to be with you again."

"All right."

And she gave him her cellular telephone number while she walked him to the door, still naked. When he left, she locked up and leaned against the door, since her satisfaction outweighed her disappointment. Lazily, she walked back to the bed and dropped, but she stayed awake until shortly before dawn... 



Deceptions Abound



My sincere apologies to mothers everywhere, they are not the monster portrayed in this story. In fact, I must have one of the sweetest mother-in-laws around. 

There is no sex in this fictional tale.

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Prologue:

Ahhh...everything is set...she thought. By the time he knows what hit him, it will too late and he will no longer be a part of this family then, my daughter will be can be with someone deserving of her. The woman looked down snatching the framed photograph of her daughter with that loser. She sneered as she thought...an engineer of all things. She could have married so much higher, someone with power and money unlike her father. Well, she'll have her chance yet again...whether she wants it or not.

The woman stared into the mirror and was astonished at the old personage looking back. She cringed at the wrinkles that adorned her once beautiful face, the gray that insidiously crept into the once lustrous blond hair. She turned away and smirked; no matter...her daughter will succeed where she failed. She just needed a little push.

Now that her two granddaughters were grown and out of the house, there was no longer reason to wait. It was time to take out the trash.

*************

"I WANT YOU OUT OF THIS HOUSE, NOW!" 

I calmly looked at my wife of twenty-two years and shook my head; she was still a knock out. Standing just under 5-11, her blond hair cascading over those sleek shoulders and slender waist, I always knew Dani had a temper, a lot like her 'fly off the handle—knee jerk reactive mother,' but normally she would have calmed down by now. I say normally with tongue in cheek. This time, she was pulling out all the stops.

"Ain't gonna happen, Dani. Now, you want to tell me what I did wrong this time?"

My wife stood there, her deep blue eyes radioactive with rage. "Don't give me that 'I'm innocent' routine. You know damn well what you did! I am not going to live with a liar and a cheat."

"That's good to hear, Dani...neither will I. What did your mother do this time?"

"My mother has nothing do to with this...you have humiliated me for the last time. Get out...GET OUT!"

"No," I said coolly. "This is my home and I am not going anywhere just because you say so. If you don't want to be with me or in the same house with me, then you can leave. As for me, I'm gonna grab a beer, go in to the family room, sit down and watch the ball game. You are more than welcome to watch the game with me. When you're ready to calmly discuss whatever heinous crime I've done, I'll be all ears."

Dani screamed a few unintelligible and several unmentionable phrases and I watched as those incredibly long and slender legs turned and stomped off to the bedroom. Seconds later, the house shook on its foundation when the bedroom door slammed shut followed by the metallic click as she locked the door. Like that would ever keep me out.

I kicked back in my favorite chair, an old moth-eaten green fabric Lazy Boy, smiled as I popped the tab on my beer hearing that distinctive hiss and switched on the cable. I know, you'd think I'd be upset or worried about whatever was jammed up Dani's ass but I fucking just didn't care. There was a time when I would have, when we first started dating and maybe the first couple of years of marriage, but not now.

After twenty-two plus years of her temper and indignation coupled with raising two wildcat daughters, I learned how to tune out irritating noise. I clicked on the game and grinned as Hunter snagged a high fly ball all the way to the back forty.

If you're wondering why I don't act upset, it's because...for the past month she's been a real shrew. Screaming like an Irish banshee was her current volume control. I wondered if McKenzie, Ralls and Forest, Inc. may have some onsite work needed out of country.

Between innings, I began speculating Dani's mother was behind this latest tirade, like she's been with most of the others. That woman has caused more heartache and trouble for my family than Sherman's march to the sea.

Dani's mom, Broomhilda, that's not really her name...it's Olivia, Olivia Matilda Dreyfuss , one woman I have never gotten along with...well, actually, she hates my guts and I really have no idea why. Usually, it's the father that has a problem with his daughter's boyfriends, fiancé and, eventually, husband but Dani's dad, Harvey, and I got along famously. But, her mother...given the opportunity, she'd hire a hit man.

I guess she always believed her 'baby' deserved better that settling on little ole me. Of course, I don't help much. After a decade of her shit, I began to give as much as I received, which didn't help my loving relationship with Dani but it always seem to put a smile on her father's normally cheerless face.

I started dating Dani just before graduating from Cal State. I had spent nearly four grueling years studying mechanical engineering; I wanted to build things like buildings, bridges and stuff. Dani was majoring in Dani taking nothing but general education and only those courses required by state. Dani was bright but she was no rocket scientist and was always the first to admit it. But, you had to admire that she at least believed in a strong education if not in a particular study. I first spied Dani in the University library. She was with two other drop dead gorgeous women and I was completely and hopelessly infatuated with her. And, I was completely and hopelessly unable to meet her.

When it came to exceptionally beautiful women, I always became tongue tied and a klutz. I had girlfriends in high school and during the first couple of years in Cal State and they were pretty but not stunning beauties like Dani and her entourage. Anytime I took a girl out, I would always make sure she had a good time.

Word got out I was a class act and any girl that went out with me never had to worry about compulsory bedroom gymnastics. I always made sure they felt comfortable with no further obligations; such as sex, though I did get my share...another reason for my sterling reputation.

I'm not a total smuck. Standing at six feet, 185 pounds dripping wet, my deep green eyes and black curly hair reflected my heritage. Because of my natural tan complexion, somewhere in the mix may be some Native American blood...who knows.

If my looks didn't give you a clue as to my ancestry, my name would...Michael Patrick O'Flynn, and was always called by my namesake, my grandfather, Michael. He was big Mike and, my five brothers and two of my three sisters always called me little Mike. Only my mother, father and Caitlyn, my closest sister, called me Patrick, after my mother's brother and my uncle, Patrick Cooley. 

Patrick Sean Cooley died a month after I was born, killed in the line of duty trying to stop the robbery and rape of a young woman while serving the Los Angeles Police Department. Other than a few scrapes and bruises, the woman survived the assault but my uncle took two slugs to his chest. This was before Kevlar vests were required. The victim said my uncle was able to snap off three rounds killing the suspect as he was falling, two in the chest and one to the head. 

In his honor, my mother and father always called me Patrick. My friends knew me as Pat. And, no...I didn't heed the call to protect and serve but I always maintained a deep appreciation for those wearing the badge. Not just for my uncle, but for three brothers and one sister. They all wore the blue, the toughest of the bunch probably my sister, Caitlyn. 

I digress...returning to Dani, I instantly lost my heart to the woman I was determined to marry. And, I proceeded to make a lasting impression on her. Blinded by the newly discovered love of my life, I tripped over someone's backpack, tumbled forward striking my head on a table corner. When I came around, I was laying on a bed, in a dark room, the sound of a series of short beeps rattling through my skull like a herd of charging rhinos. I tried lifting my head to see where I was and was instantly miserable for doing so. My head felt like it was clamped in a vice as someone cranked down on the lever. 

Falling back, I heard a worried voice softly say, "don't try to move, you took a bad hit to your head when you fell into that table."

This time, I didn't try to see who owned those comforting words. I didn't even attempt to speak as I quickly passed out.

I guess it was morning because when I awoke, there was daylight. Moaning, I tried to rub my head and had my hand smacked. 

"Don't touch the dressing!" ordered a rough but feminine snarl. 

Opening my eyes, I saw what could only be Nurse Ratched from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. She was attractive and blond and wore one of those old fashioned hats I always thought looked like tiny folded paper boats, the kind I used to float down the gutter. She looked to be around forty with a permanent frown attached to that pretty face.

"Mr. O'Flynn, I will not tolerate any attempts to touch and or disturb your head dressing! Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded meekly and made sure both hands were resting at my side.

"Thank you," she snapped and turned leaving the room.

"She can be a bit much," a soft voice muttered. "Nurse Alcock nearly tore my head off when I touched your cheek."

I turned toward the voice and was startled to see the reason for my demise standing by my bed. Dani Dreyfuss stood by the railing; her fingers twisted in the bars, staring down at me. 

"How are you feeling?"

"Um...better?" I was at a loss for words.

"You look better; your color has come back. You took a nasty fall and your head struck the corner of that table. I think you tripped over someone's backpack. It shouldn't have been so far out in the isle way."

"Uh...why are you here?" I asked, stunned that such a beautiful girl would be.

She bit her lower lip, something I found she did when nervous and I always adored it. "I felt sorry and wanted to check up on you. And...I think you're cute. I've seen you around the campus a number of times and always wanted to meet you but was too shy. And, you never seem to notice me. Any time I saw you, your nose was buried in a book."

"Sorry about that, I never knew. Believe me; I could never have ignored anybody as gorgeous as you. In fact..." I didn't say anything further because I didn't want to sound any goofier that I already was. 

In fact what?" she asked, her eyes showing curiosity. 

"I...I really don't want to say," I said chiding myself for my mistake.

She took my hand and held it asking me to please tell her. As I looked into those sky blue eyes I melted. Since I've known her, I have never been able to resist those precious eyes of hers.

"It was because of you I tripped and fell in the library."

Her eyes opened wide with shock at my statement. "What?"

I smiled and quietly said, "Yeah, when I turned and saw you for the first time standing there with your friends, I lost my balance and fell. The next thing I know, I'm waking up here. I'm sorry but I get kinda klutzy around beautiful girls and..." I stopped talking. Dani was staring at me with a huge smile.

"You think I am beautiful?"

"Dani, I think you are the most exquisite and extraordinary girl these eyes have ever seen! I wanted to meet you but...well...you saw."

Giggling, she said, "Yes, I saw." When Dani realized she had giggled at my accident, a horrified look emerged and she began apologizing.

"Oh god Patrick, I'm so sorry. This isn't funny. You were badly hurt and the campus nurse thought you had suffered a concussion. Oh shit!"

Embarrassed, Dani ran from the room.

Feeling bad I never had a chance to thank her for being with me, but I suddenly comprehended she called me Patrick. How did she know I went by my middle name?

Once out of the hospital, I summoned the courage to find Dani and ask her out. Our relationship turned into a whirlwind courtship. Luckily, I graduated with honors and was immediately hired by a well known engineering and development company, McKenzie, Ralls and Forest, Inc. I started at the bottom of the heap, but, I could have cared less. It was a great firm and I was doing what I've always wanted to do, build things. Simple as that.

I remember the first time I met Dani's parents, Harvey and Olivia, and quickly understood who my competition would be...her mother.

A beautiful woman, Olivia was gracious enough the first time we met but I felt the underlying antipathy toward me. Exhibiting a brilliant smile, her eyes, nevertheless, revealed repulsion for her daughter's boyfriend and possible future fiancé. 

Harvey, on the other hand, seemed taken with me. Friendly and extremely gracious, Harvey would take me by the arm and escort me into his sanctuary, his den. There, we would smoke his Cuban's, have a beer or two, and talk baseball or football. He never spoke of a favorite team, he loved them all. There were times; Dani would have to kidnap me from her father. 

However, Dani's mom was the polar opposite of Harvey. Rarely would she speak to me and most times refused to acknowledge my presence. Of course, I really didn't mind much. I may have been shy around beautiful women once, but I was no wall-flower when it came to Dani and me. Plus, my rather boisterous and opinionated family had long given me the confidence to make my way in the world, to feel good about myself. So, nothing Dani's mom could do or say ever shook my faith and trust in myself or Dani and, believe me, she tried.

I don't know how many times Olivia tried to set her daughter up with one of those haughty silver spoons from the 'proper' side of town. To satisfy her mother, Dani did go out with a few of these spoiled rich egg suckers but, after her date, she would always come back to me.

As I made my bones at McKenzie, Ralls and Forest, Inc, I rose quickly in the firm. They soon discovered not only was I a competent designer and engineer but I had a knack for getting the job done before deadline. I was good with people, particularly, with the men and women who gave their sweat, labor and, at times, their blood on site. I soon became a project manager and was usually given those ventures' that proved difficult for other managers. My reputation as a trouble shooter grew and with it, my income.

Without saying anything to Dani, I began looking at houses as a home for the two of us. I hadn't asked her to marry me yet, but, I was pretty confident she would say yes. I hadn't counted on the wildebeest.

One warm evening, Dani and I were sitting on the beach listening to the gently lapping of the waves against the surf. Holding her in my arms, she nuzzled her face into my neck and shoulders. I could smell the sweet essence of flowers in her hair as I kissed those golden locks.

"Dani?"

Without moving her head, she whispered, "Yes Patrick?" She always liked calling me Patrick.

"Will you...?"

"Will I what?"

"Would you marry me?"

"What?"

With my right hand, I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a small black box. She straightened up, her eyes wide and stared.

"Dani, would you do the honor of becoming my wife?" In my hand, I held the box out to her.

Her shoulders began to tremble as I opened the box revealing a shiny white gold band with a three/quarter carat marquis cut diamond. While she gazed at the ring, I carefully removed the band. Taking her left hand, I looked into her eyes. "Dani, will you marry me?"

"YES! Yes, yes...yes!" she cried as I slipped the ring over her finger. She delicately fingered the band and then launched herself into my arms. Her entire body quivered as she silently wept.

"I began to think you were never going to ask me," she sniffled. "I thought my mother had frightened you from ever wanting to marry me. I am so happy I was wrong," she sobbed. 

I gently took her chin in my grasp and lifted her face. Her eyes wet from tears, I leaned and softly kissed her lips. Pulling back, I said, "Nothing could have kept me from marrying you. Dani, you are so precious to me, I love you so much that, at times, it hurts to breath."

"Oh dear god, I love you so much," she cried and pulled me tight against her, our lips again crushed together.

I did the old fashioned thing and asked her father for her hand in marriage which he gladly gave his approval. I think to piss of Dani's mother.

When we announced our engagement, my clan held the mother of celebrations. With great reluctance, Olivia accompanied Harvey to the O'Flynn home where they came to comprehend the magnitude of their latest addition to the Dreyfuss family. All of the O'Flynn's and the Cooley's were there.

Both my mother and father came from large families and were known for their longevity. Hell, even my great great grandfather, Seamus Michael O'Flynn was still alive at ninety-eight. He couldn't get around much but the great patriarch still had a terrific thirst for the amber liquid and it, of course, had to be Irish whiskey. 

Dani's family wasn't so big and nowhere near as diverse. They came from money—old money. Harvey's family wasn't small, he had two brothers and one sister but both his parents had passed away. Olivia was an only child survived by her estranged father, his whereabouts unknown. Like her mother, Dani was also an only child.

The one hiccup in our engagement was in selection of churches for the wedding. Dani was of a Methodist upbringing and I...well...as Roman Catholic as my Irish heritage can be. The solution came from Dani. We would be first married early morning in her church and immediately rushed off to my family's church minutes afterwards, the reception to be held on neutral ground—a large ballroom of a very old and extremely popular hotel. I didn't confide to Dani that my mother's youngest brother was owner of said hotel.

The weddings (plural) and the reception went off without a hitch. The protestant church was small but filled to capacity. The wedding a quiet, brief and gracious affair. The O'Flynn church was grand and also filled to capacity. The wedding was long and garrulous as most Catholic weddings are, full of rituals and procedures; however, we managed to survive. 

The reception; however, was another animal entirely. Lively and loud, complete with spirited entertainment and music coupled with a smattering of rowdy and energetic congratulations toward the bride and groom...a typical Irish donnybrook. Dani and I were finally able to sneak out just after two in the morning. I later heard the party continued until well after four in the morning.

We spent our honeymoon in Hawaii, as far away from any living relations as possible and had a wonderful and very sensual time. I have no doubt; Katy was conceived on Kauai in a quaint little bed and breakfast inn. Two years later, Ashlin was born. Katy was the image of her mother with full blond curls and deep blue eyes. Ashlin was dark with wavy black hair and the deepest emerald eyes I've ever seen. Along with Dani, both were my life.

Over the years, the girls took after Dani with their extraordinary beauty and grace. My wife taught them well the ways of men and how to read them. Katy was the princess and many a time I had to suffer the anxieties of fatherhood when it came to boys calling on her. Katy became the most popular in school and went through all the trappings of a beautiful young woman. She became head cheerleader and Queen of the Prom. But, because of her mother, Katy never lost herself in her popularity, she always remained level headed.

Ashlin definitely displayed my side of the family. She was a tomboy, rambunctious and full of energy. Several of my brothers taught her the art of self defense and she became extremely proficient in the study of Aikido and Tae Kwon Do. By the time she turned sixteen, Ashlin was third level black belt and boasted over a dozen trophies from her matches. She was also bi-lingual in French and Spanish, the French from her mother and Spanish from my sister, Caitlyn.




Deceptions Abound



Because of her job with the LAPD, Caitlyn believed being proficient in Spanish would be extremely helpful. Ash was now currently studying Mandarin Chinese please don't ask me why. Also a gorgeous creature, with her father's dark features and deep green eyes, her black hair cascading to the small of her back, Ashlin broke many a heart.

Ashlin was also Katy's protector, whether Katy wanted it or not. It was years later when I found out, but during the last week of Katy's senior year, she had gone with several of her friends for a senior ditch day. Unknown to her, her friends had made plans to meet with some boys at a beach house. While there, Katy was talked into drinking a glass of wine but she didn't know one of the boys had spiked the bottle with a little concoction of his own, a mixture of X and just a pinch of a well known date rape drug.

Soon, all three girls were under its effects and quickly taken advantage. There was a fight among the four boys regarding Katy. They all wanted first crack at her. The biggest of the bunch won out and swept the semi-conscience girl into his arms and strolled into a back bedroom.

As he set Katy on the bed, he heard a loud crash and screaming come from the front room. He grinned thinking the guys were fighting over the other two girls and leaned down over the prostate Katy. Grasping the top of her blouse, he ripped the material apart revealing a lacy white bra covering a pair of delicious looking tits. Just as he was about to tear the flimsy fabric away, the bedroom door slammed open.

"What the fuck!" he bellowed and turned, surprised to find a young black-haired beauty standing in the doorway dressed in an old pair of torn jeans, a black t-shirt with 'SWAT' stenciled across the chest, and a worn pair of work boots. The young man smiled and said, "You'll have to wait your turn cutie. Just give me a few minutes."

The doctor would later tell his parents, the boy suffered a fractured jaw, two broken ribs and may lose his left testicle. All four boys were arrested for possession of drugs, drugging the girls, attempted rape and sexual molestation. The parents of the boys thought about suing for injuries to their sons but their attorneys advised against it. After all, it wouldn't look very good to see four large young college jocks taken down by a slight sixteen year old girl.

I never heard the full story until much later. When the incident occurred, I was in Southeast Asia building a bridge over a large gorge in the middle of a god-forsaken jungle so that an American oil company could have access to oil rich land. When I returned home, all I was told was several boys had tried to make some inappropriate advances on Katy and her friends and the boys were punished for it.

It wasn't until two and half-years later I found out the truth. My sister, Caitlyn, had finally told me what happened. She told me after Ash's graduation from high school. Caitlyn thought it was safe to finally clue me in as to what really took place. She didn't think I would do anything about it...was she ever wrong. But, that's another story. 

By now both girls were out of the house. Katy had graduated from USC in fine arts and design and had already landed a position with an up and coming L.A. design studio. Ash was currently attending MIT, her goal...to follow her father's footsteps, much to the disappointment to Caitlyn and my brothers. With her skills, they hoped she would enter law enforcement. Actually, I was surprised by her choice of careers. When Ash told me, I couldn't have been prouder. Dani always liked to say, I had tears in my eyes. Mmmm...maybe.

The home seemed so empty after the girls were gone. It was hard for me but it must have been terrible for Dani. When Katy was born, much to Olivia's distress, Dani became a 'remain at home mom.' With my salary, we could well afford it; however, Olivia was incensed. She was compelled to remind her daughter she was losing her independence, her freedom. There were times, I could see the seeds of discontent in Dani's eyes but for the most part, she was a loving and fiercely loyal mother.

Now, with the girls away and I always working, I worried Dani would start listening to that harpy. And after today...I was right.

When the game ended, I moved into the den and did some last minute work on some designs for a new high rise in Orange County. I could hear Dani fervently moving about in the bedroom and could hear water running. She must be preparing a bath, I thought. 

I heard the bedroom door open and two loud thumps in the hallway. The door closed, again followed by the door lock. Curious, I got up and walked into the hallway. Sitting there in front of the bedroom door were my two suitcases. I didn't have to figure out what was in them. Shaking my head, I approached the door and turned the knob. Locked! I knocked on the door and said, "Dani, please let me in...we really need to discuss whatever is bothering you."

"I have nothing to say, now take the hint and leave!" 

Oh this was going to be fun, I thought. I stepped back a few paces and lifted my foot kicking the door. My brothers had taught me the proper way to kick in a door. The bedroom door exploded inward, followed by a high pitched scream. As the door flew open, I picked up the two suitcases, walked in and tossed them onto the bed. Dani was cowering by the nightstand as I began unpacking.

Taking my time, I deliberately made sure each and every item she had tossed into those two cases where returned to their original location. Without saying a word, I grabbed a clean pair of boxers and a t-shirt, my usual sleeping attire, and moved into the bathroom. Once done, I returned and slid into bed. Dani hadn't moved.

"God damn you, Patrick!" she growled and stomped into the bathroom slamming the door shut. She was good at that. I smiled before I fell asleep; she was always sexy when angry.

The next morning, I awoke to silence. Turning over, I could see that Dani didn't come to bed...no small surprise. When I got up, the house was empty. Dani wasn't home. On the kitchen counter, I found a simple white envelope. This wasn't good. Opening it, I removed a single page letter.

~

"Patrick,

I can no longer live with you. Since you won't leave, I must. I have moved in with mom and dad. Knowing how you feel about my mother, moving in with her should make your day.

You want to know why I hate you, one word, Crystal! Try explaining that away! And, don't try and deny it. Crystal admitted everything and she had pictures. I am filing for divorce. I thought you loved me but now I see everything. You will hear from my attorney. At least, I'll be fair. The house will be sold and everything will be split down the middle. Since the girls are of age, we won't have to worry about them but I do expect you to continue with Ashlin's college expenses.

Please don't fight me on this. I don't want to make this any uglier than you've already made it. Don't try to contact me. If you do, I'll be forced to get a restraining order on you. Mother has already tried to convince me to do so. You'll be pleased to know, my father doesn't believe you've cheated on me. I guess men always stick together.

I will tell the girls we have separated and will be getting a divorce but I will not tell them why, I'll leave that little tidbit for you.

Goodbye,

Dani

PS: I guess mother was right all along."

~

Pictures? Crystal? What the hell was she talking about? This sounds a lot like her mother, I thought. Okay, first things first...Crystal.

Crystal was one of Dani's closest friends from high school. They still kept in touch but I never cared for the woman. She was always eyeballing me, sizing me up like a side of beef. Last year, during a Halloween party at our home, I was down in the cellar getting more beer when Crystal appeared. She slithered toward me wearing a sexy rendition of Elvira, the Mistress of the Dark costume. 

"Ummm...Patrick, where have you been all night? Ready to fall prey to the mistress of the dark?" Crystal purred. She slinked along until she was against me, her full breasts doing their best to escape from their confines. 

"Crystal, what do you think you're doing?"

"Oh, come on Pat...you know you want some of this." She grazed her fingers over the soft exposed swell of her breasts as she stared into my eyes. She slipped one hand behind my neck and pulled me down as she stood up to kiss me. When I pushed her back, her other hand grabbed mine and shoved it inside her costume over the smooth flesh of her tit. I could feel her nipple harden under my fingers.

"Ummm....yessss! That's what I'm talking about," she moaned.

Forcefully, I yanked my hand away from her bodice and pushed her back. Startled, Crystal glared at me as I said, "Crystal, I love my wife. I have no desire for you or anyone else for that matter. You're Dani's friend and I'll always consider you as such but, for your sake, don't ever be around me again! Understand?"

Nodding meekly, she whispered, "I'm sorry, yes...I understand," and left. Nothing was ever said about that little come on.

When I called Crystal's apartment, there was no answer. I figured as much but what neither Dani nor Crystal realized, I knew where she worked. Crystal was a dancer and stripper for the gentleman's club on the outskirts of town.

At two o'clock in the morning, I waited outside the club, next to her little red Spyder. The side door smacked open and the girls started piling out, followed by their escorts, the bouncers. When Crystal saw me standing by her car she said something to two rather large men who glared at me. When they came toward me, I continued to lean on the fender of Crystal's car.

"What the fuck you doin here, asshole? Ya got ten seconds to get the fuck outa here before I rip your fuckin head off and shit down your fuckin neck!" The largest of the two stooges bellowed at me. Just as he was about to grab me, several lights spilled over the area and the sound of a couple of shotgun action filed back loading shells echoed through the parking lot. The two bully boys froze. 

"What the fuck!"

I didn't pay any attention to the two bouncers as I approached Crystal, who by now was frozen. When one of the bouncers moved toward me, Caitlyn stepped out of the shadows and said, "I wouldn't." He gasped as he stared at the diminutive sized woman holding a bad ass looking Benilli semi-auto 12 gauge shotgun.

Opposite him, two large men stepped out from behind a parked truck, one holding a similar weapon.

"On your fucking stomachs, now!" my brother, Brian, ordered. Both bouncers dropped like stones to the pavement.

"Well, long time no see...Crystal. How have you been?"

"How...how did you find me," she whispered.

"Shit, Crystal, I make it my business to know about my wife's friends. What? You forgot my brothers and sister are cops in this city? You that stupid?"

She looked around frantically until suddenly, her shoulders slumped and closed her eyes. Sighing, she opened them and looked at me.

"What do you want?"

"You already know the answer to that one, bitch! Who put you up to this and where did you get the photos?"

"Shit, Patrick...you already know who's behind it. She's hated you from day one for taking her baby girl away. As for the pictures...digital magic. Olivia hired some guy to follow you around and take pictures. Once he got a few good ones, he took some of me and merged them. Not bad either. I kept one because I've always wanted you."

"How much?" I asked.

"Ten K."

"Olivia paid you ten thousand to set me up?"

"Yep...that is one vengeful bitch. I played up to Dani four weeks back. Once I showed Dani the pictures and told her about our little affair, dear sweet Olivia paid me the money. I gotta say, it took a lot of convincing to get Dani to believe me. I couldn't have done it without the photos. Even then, she didn't want to. I told her I've always had a thing for you and seduced you a couple of years back. We had this off and on tryst during those two years. Patrick, she wanted to kill me, she was so devastated." 

"Who was the photographer?"

"Don't know...some shyster PI, I think. Olivia's the one that gave me the pictures. So...what are ya gonna do now, Patrick? I'm not gonna say anything to Dani and I know you won't hurt me. There's nothing you can do to convince her I was lying."

I smiled and reached in my shirt pocket. Her sneer vanished when she saw the recorder. 

She screamed, "You mother-fuckin son of a ...."

"Crystal...I'd be real careful what you say about my mother. I won't hurt you but I can't answer for my sister Caitlyn. You remember Caitlyn don't you?"

Crystal nervously glanced at my sister holding the Benelli. 

"Now, you'd better listen and listen very carefully, Crystal. I've got you on some major shit. You conspired to commit several felonies. I think it would be in your best interests to play along. Let's face it, you cunt...I've got you by your short hairs!"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing for now. I want you to remain out of sight. Don't say anything to anybody, especially Olivia or Dani. Understand?"

Crystal reluctantly nodded. "Patrick, you should know this. Olivia has Ted Bowman sniffing around Dani. She's hired him to seduce her. Olivia believes that once Dani gives in to Ted, there is no way you'll forgive her."

"She's right about that! Does her father know anything about what's been going on?"

Crystal laughed and said, "Puh—lease, that poor man doesn't know anything about what your mother does. Why he stays with her is a fuckin mystery."

"Okay, thanks for the heads up. Now, do your part and stay hidden."

Crystal nodded. I turned and shrugged at my sister and brothers. Just as quickly as they appeared, they vanished.

The two bouncers slowly got up, still a little worried as I left.

Going over my mental check list, I thought, Crystal is taken care of, now Ted Bowman.

Ted would be easy. Fast cars, hot women, booze and drugs, he was into all of it. His parents have paid a small fortune to bail him out over the years and it cost them a small fortune to make certain charges disappear. Besides his looks, good ole Ted did have one thing in his favor, his inheritance when his old man croaked, something Olivia wanted her claws hooked into and Dani was the bait.

As I said, Ted did have the looks. He was tall with long wavy blond hair and gray eyes. The forty-year old youngster spent most of his time either at the gym or on the tennis court so he could maintain his muscular physique. Daniel Phillip Bowman considered himself a hot item for the ladies leaving a trail of broken hearts and marriages and Dani was evidently his next quarry.

Bowman loves to drive expensive cars and presently drove around in a silver Bentley Continental GTC convertible. My brother, Brian, managed to stop him for running a red light and issued the asshole a citation. Brian laughed when he told me he nearly took the dunce to jail for refusing to sign the ticket. He actually had Ted cuffed and in the back of his patrol car when dick head finally agreed to sign the citation. I guess you have to let these idiots go when they decide to sign instead of going to jail.

That night, I sat just down the street from mys and waited. Sure enough, a silver blue Bentley convertible pulled into the driveway, that scum bucket driving. Activating the camcorder, I watched him get out of the car, saunter up to the front door and knock. Soon, the door opened and the wicked witch of the west appeared. I smiled as Olivia smiled and hugged the shithead and vanished when Dani materialized. She smiled at that piece of shit as he took her hand and kissed it, Olivia with a pasty shit eating grin.

Holding her hand, Bowman led her to his car and Dani slid in after he opened the passenger door for her. I saw Olivia wave and yell for the loving couple to have a good time. This was getting better and better. Thankfully, his car was facing to same direction as mine so it was easy to follow them. Olivia had already gone back inside as I passed the house.

I trailed them to downtown and dear old Ted pulled into the parking lot of a posh nightclub, The Ritz Playpen. Dani and I had been there once but we weren't impressed. The club was expensive and packed with spoiled pretentious rich kids having fun on daddy's dime.

I parked further down the street and paid the outlandish cover charge. Once inside, it wasn't hard to spot the two lovebirds...well, so far one love bird. Dani didn't seem awed by Teddy boy. Every time he would put his arm around her shoulders or waist, she would nonchalantly remove it but the dumbshit wouldn't take the hint. After a round of drinks, she loves her Chardonnay; he led her onto the dance floor to a fast number.

God, after twenty-plus years, Dani still took my breath away. She moved with the grace of a gazelle as she danced to the music. Just as the band neared the end of the piece, Teddy boy moved behind her and tried to spoon with some dirty dancing, didn't work. The moment she felt him close in, she walked off the floor. I grinned as he frowned watching her retreating to their booth.

Once they were back at their table, Teddy boy ordered another round. Suddenly, Ted had to slide out of the booth to allow Dani out to go to the ladies room. While she was gone, the waitress brought the drinks. After the waitress left, Ted removed something from his pocket. He fiddled around with the object until he held over the glass of wine. I couldn't see if anything fell in but I did see him stir the goblet with his pinkie. That mother fucker was going to drug Dani. 

I looked around the room and spied a disheveled looking young man hanging onto the bar. Approaching, I whispered in his ear if he would like to make a quick fifty. At first the guy looked at me like I was queer but when I explained what I wanted, he smiled evilly and nodded. Slipping him a twenty, I told him he would get the rest afterwards and the young man nodded.

Dani was pushing her way through the crowd and had just settled back into the booth. Lover boy didn't have a chance to sit down when my appointed assassin arrived and in the nick of time, Dani was about to sip from her glass. My paid drunk, at least he was to act as such, stumbled into Ted spilling his drink all over Ted's silk shirt and jacket. Bowman exploded and pushed the drunk away screaming, "You fuckin asshole, that's my best shirt you piece of..."

Poor Ted never got the chance to finish his tirade. My interloper got pissed and grabbed Bowman throwing him on the table. Dani jumped back, her glass flying as the wine spilled all over Ted fucking Bowman. Shit, I couldn't have planned this any better. The young man now had a grip on Ted's jacket and was pummeling Ted pretty good before the bouncers arrived and pulled my hired gun off the struggling man. They dragged the angry young man through the throng of looky losers and hustled him out the front door. 

Ted, by this time, was up and Dani was trying to console him as she applied towels to his drenched shirt. Ted grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the club. Following, I saw them rush to the parking attendant. 

"Was that okay?"

I turned around and saw my drunk standing there with a huge grin. 

"That was outstanding," I said. "Here's an even hundred. That performance should have gotten an Oscar. What did the bouncers do?"

"Nothing, I know em all...their good friends of mine. They just got me out of there in case your friend decided to take it further. Thanks for the cash, man. Anytime you need another performance give me a call."

"You got it. By the way, what's your name?"

"Dalton, Bill Dalton...at your service."

Dalton grinned as he bowed and handed me a card before leaving. The card read, William D. Dalton, Dalton Investigations, 1345 Fallingleaf Ave., Barrington, CA. I laughed when I realized this guy was a private investigator. He might come in handy after all.




Deceptions Abound



By the time I reached my car, Ted's Bentley was just pulling out of the parking facility. I dropped down behind the truck as Ted roared by. With Ted's pissed attitude, I doubt Dani noticed my truck.

Hopping in, I took off after them but the asshole was so bent, he was long gone before I got up to speed. I decided I would go back to her parent's home and wait. When I arrived, the Bentley was already in the driveway but both Bowman and Dani were not in the car, they must already be inside. No sooner had I thought that, the front door opened and Bowman came out with Olivia in pursuit. I watched as they spoke, Teddy boy nodding as Olivia became animated. After several minutes of this, Olivia smiled and hugged the shithead before he was finally able to break away and get in his car. Olivia stood there frantically waving as the Bentley backed out and left. 

Shit Olivia, why don't you marry the fucker, I thought. She probably would, given the chance, but I don't believe Ted would want to have anything to do with that skank and not just because of their considerable age difference.

Olivia turned and walked back to the house, never noticing the truck as I passed. 

I followed the Bentley convertible as it drove along the freeway until it reached the off-ramp to Notting Hill Boulevard. Ted was going home. I guess he decided he needed a drink because the Bentley pulled into the parking lot of Dante's Den, a local dive. I strolled into the bar and found Teddy boy sitting in a booth with a busty looking platinum blond sitting on his lap. He had his head buried so far into her cleavage he never noticed as I sat across from him. The double D's did take notice tapping him on the shoulder. When Ted came up for air, his bosom companion pointed in my direction.

"Who the fuck are you, asshole?" he snarled as the meaty blond deftly removed herself from the table.

I calmly said, "Let's start on a friendly beginning shall we? You've already had one fight; you really want to mix it up again?"

He stared at me for a while before answering. "What do you want?"

"That's better. What does Olivia Dreyfuss want from you regarding her daughter, Dani?"

Surprise flashed across his face before he regained his cool exterior. "I don't know what you're talking about and I don't know any Olivia...aaaggh!"

I grabbed him by the throat and wrenched him across the table. "Listen shit for brains, you went out tonight with my wife, Dani O'Flynn." With that statement, his eyes grew enormous. "I know Olivia is behind it and you're going to tell me everything...understand?" I squeezed his neck and watched as his face began to turn a nasty shade of purple.

Releasing him, Ted grabbed his throat and gasped for air. In a whisper he said, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything," I growled.

"Mrs. Dreyfuss...Olivia...left a message asking me to call her. When I did, she asked if I remembered her daughter, Dani. I told her of course I remembered her from high school and college. Several times, I tried to get her to go out with me but she was going with some local boy at the time. 

Mrs. Dreyfuss told me Dani was seeking a divorce from her husband for cheating on her and that maybe I might be interested in seeing her again. If I was, she could set it up for me. Strange thing was, she wanted me to really put the moves on her daughter, to seduce her. And, she would compensate my time and effort. Of course I agreed. I have always dreamed on getting into Dani's Dreyfuss's panties."

I stared at this lousy excuse for a man and asked, "Why would you need to be compensated? You've already got money."

"No, not really. My father keeps me on a small stipend now. He only gives me enough to survive on. Hell the Bentley's my father's. Any extra cash helps. So, of course I agreed. Who was I to argue against a mother that wanted her daughter to have a good time on her dime. Mrs. Dreyfuss was the one that set up the date tonight."

"What did you put in her wine?"

"Huh?" 

I saw the knowing look in his eyes but he was playing dumb. "Listen, shithead, we can do this easy-like or I can kick your nuts so hard you're gonna feel them against the back of your teeth."

"Okay, okay...yeah, I slipped her a little concoction. I don't know what it was. Her mother gave it to me in case I needed to loosen her up a bit. Never did find out if it would have worked. Some asshole drunk..." Ted looked at me, his eyes wide. "You did that, didn't you?"

I smiled but didn't answer.

"Okay, asshole, here's what you're going to do. I want you to keep up the ruse of trying to seduce Dani."

He shook his head and said, "Fuck, this family is whacked! First her mother and now her husband! What is it with you two?"

He stopped jabbering when he saw my face. "Let me finish, dickhead. First, I want you to keep Olivia happy knowing you're going after her daughter. She knows if Dani has an affair with you it will mean the end of our marriage. That is what this is all about. 

Second, I want Dani to decide how important our marriage is to her. If you are able to seduce my wife, I will divorce her. You will not tell a soul about what I've said. As far as you're concerned, Olivia thinks she's hired you to fuck her daughter and our family. Got it?"

Ted Bowman gazed at me for a long time before replying, "Yeah, I got it...I understand. You realize I will fuck her, your wife. I've never failed yet. You sure you want this?"

Glaring at him, I nodded and said, "Yep...do your best but don't let on I know what's going on."

Now, Ted had a huge grin on his face. "Okay...it's a deal. I can't believe this shit. Dani gets laid, I get paid and hubby becomes history. That about it?"

Nodding, I said, "That's about it."

Ted asked one more thing. "When I fuck your wife, and I will, you're not going to take any action against me?"

"No...you're safe. But, you will be named in the divorce should it come to that. And, you will tell me where and when you try and seduce her. " I held out my hand and said, "Take this, keep it with you. When you take her out, turn it on and I'll hear everything the two of you say and do." In my palm was a tiny transmitter.

Taking the small device, he said, "That's cool, you need confirmation. Well, unless you got anything else to say, I'm out of here." Ted stood and walked to the entrance, stopped and turn to stare at me. A smile spread across his mug and he laughed as he stepped out. Shit, I hope I knew what I was doing!

What Bowman didn't know was I taped our entire conversation. Before this was over, Olivia Dreyfuss was going down for good.

I stopped off at my local watering hole, The Hole in the Wall Gang, and sucked down a few beers before heading home. It was going to be pretty lonely in that house tonight but I'd better get used to it. I hit the switch for the garage and the door began to roll up. Already, the emptiness hit me hard, Dani's Toyota was missing. I sat there for several minutes, tears running down my face before I mustered up the courage to pull in.

I grabbed another beer from the frig and sat down in my Lazy Boy staring at a blank screen on my fifty-five inch widescreen. I must have dozed off sitting there because the next thing I knew, the sun was in my face. The house was silent as I slowly pushed myself out of the chair and shuffled into the kitchen. The clock on the microwave displayed 6:00AM as I switched on the coffee maker. In a matter of seconds, I could hear the water begin to percolate and my life giving juice start to pour into the pot. I could see myself in the reflection of the microwave door; I would scare vultures off road kill just by my looks alone.

I sat at the kitchen table sipping my brew and thought through my check list. I've dealt with the bitch, Crystal, took care of the shithead, Bowman and I have recordings of both of them, I've got film of Olivia with Bowman, and I managed to get a couple of stills of Dani and Bowman in the booth. I even got a shot of Bowman's hand hovering over Dani's wine glass and one with his pinkie stirring the wine.

Now, all I had to do is sit back and wait for Bowman's call. I know you'd think I'd call Dani and try to get her to talk to me but I'm following her wishes. She didn't want to see me or talk to me. Fine, I won't. It was hard not to let her know what I have found out, to show her how her mother set me up. 

Well, fuck her. She wouldn't even give a chance to talk to her. Fine with me. Even when she does discover the truth, our marriage is over. If her love for me is so tenuous she wouldn't give me a chance to explain then why bother. Everything I've done so far was for that bitch of a mother. She may win in getting rid of me but before I'm done she's going to lose a hell of lot more.

Finishing my coffee, I hopped into the shower shivering beneath the cold water. I always took a cold shower, always made me feel fresh and alive afterwards. After a shave and dental hygiene, I felt a lot better. Time to head off to work. Just as I was walking out the door, my cell phone began to play the theme music from an old private eye TV program called Peter Gunn.

"Dad! Where are you?"

"Hey Ash, just heading out the door."

"Where are you going?"

"Uh...I do go to work, darling or did you forget?"

"Sorry Dad but I'm kinda distressed right now. I talked to Mom last night and she said the two of you had separated and would be getting a divorce, is that true? What happened? What did you do? She started crying on the phone, Dad. She's really upset and angry with you! Why?"

"Ashlin, your mother thinks I cheated on her." I said it as simple as I could.

"Did you?"

"Baby girl, what do you think?"

"No way, Dad, you love Mom too much. Why does she think you cheated?"

Now, I had a dilemma. Should I tell my daughter what's been going on or just feign ignorance. "Ash, I...I don't know. Your mother won't talk to me."

"Grandmother has something to do with this, doesn't she?"

I always said my kids were smart. "Can't say, baby. Not yet, anyway. Have you said anything to Katy?"

"Not yet but I'm going to call her after I'm done talking with you. She deserves to know. You do realize Katy's going to blame Grandmother. Katy hates her more than me, and I loathe the old hag."

"Ashlin! I may not get along with Dani's mother but I won't be having you talk like that. She is still your maternal grandmother and it would devastate your mother to hear you talk like that."

My heart broke when I heard my youngest daughter begin to cry and I said, "Baby girl, don't worry, it will be alright...trust me."

"Daddy, are you sure or are you just saying that?"

"Trust me Ash, everything will be okay. Make sure you tell Katy that...alright?"

Between sniffles, Ashlin said she would.

"Love ya, Dad!"

"Love you too, Ash...now don't worry."

"Okay, Dad."

I grimaced as she disconnected. I lied to her, I didn't have a clue everything would be fine. In fact, the way I feel right now, Dani could take a flying leap.

When I got into work, I my secretary, Marybeth, said Mr. Ralls wanted to see me the moment I came in. Terrific, now what?

"Anything I should know about, Marybeth?"

"No Pat, not that I know of. Mr. Ralls called personally and sounded okay to me. Actually, he sounded kind of excited."

Hmmm...another project? Maybe just the thing for me. Get me out of here for awhile. All these thoughts were running through my head when Marybeth finally broke through.

"Pat...hello, earth to Pat!"

"Uh...sorry about that Marybeth, my mind kinda wandered there for a moment."

"Everything alright, Pat? The girls okay, Dani?"

"Um, yeah...everything's fine." I knew I didn't sound very convincing and Marybeth has an uncanny knack for reading people.

"Would you tell me if it wasn't?" 

I smiled at her and said, "Marybeth, you're the ethics committee of my conscience. You would be the first to know if anything was wrong, even before I knew."

She giggled and told me to stop procrastinating and see Mr. Ralls.

A few moments later, I was standing before the queen, Mrs. Delaney, David Ralls' secretary, or as he likes to say, his boss.

"Please go on in Pat, they're expecting you." "They?"

"Of course, Mr. McKenzie, Mr. Forest and David."

"All three?"

Mrs. Delaney smiled and just shrugged.

As I opened and stepped into David Ralls's office I was immediately bombarded by greetings from all three. I've been employed by these men as long as I've been married and couldn't have worked for a nicer bunch of guys. 

"Pat! About time you came in. Sit down; we've got some things we need to discuss with you. Please, take a seat." David pointed to an empty chair next to him. They were all seated around a coffee table, resting in leather chairs. 

As I sat, John McKenzie began saying, "Pat, we've, all three of us, have been very pleased with you performance the past twenty years. I can't tell you how many times you've pulled our asses out of the fire on those overseas projects."

Bill Forest was beaming as he stared at me. "Yes, you've been a tremendous benefit for this company. Every man and woman working for us has had nothing but praise for you. I think they would all quit if you ever left, god forbid."

David picked up a folder from the coffee table and handed it to me. I opened the packet and stared at the top sheet. As I read the first paragraph, I discovered I was holding my breath. I started getting a little dizzy and gasped for air. 

My eyes ready to pop out of my skull, I stared at the three men and said, "Are you sure about this? There's got to another that is better qualified!"

All three laughed, Bill Forest saying, "Pay up!"

Smiling, John McKenzie reached into his pocket and pulled out a five dollar bill handing it to Bill. Chuckling, David said, "Bill bet that you would say that. John foolishly took the bet but I think it mostly for show. Again, all three laughed. Finally David said, "Pat, without a doubt, you have proven to be the most valuable member of this company since we first hired you. As John said, you have saved this company from disaster on numerous occasions. Everyone looks up to you. Actually, this is overdue...we should have made you partner a long time ago. Will you accept?"

I was speechless! They were making me a full partner in the firm. I just stared at them. I didn't know what to say.

"Pat?" asked David. "You going to be okay? I know this was a lot to handle at once but we really want you as a partner. You have the respect and admiration of all our clients and our competitors. You didn't know we knew about all the offers you turned down?"

I shook my head and croaked, "I didn't think you knew. When I told them I wasn't interested in leaving, I thought that was the end of it."

David smiled and said, "Hell, they called us asking if we could loan you out. Of course we refused. You had enough on your plate with us. Your work, reputation and especially your loyalty to this company is what convinced us to offer you a partnership. I hope you will seriously consider it."

"Uh...do I have to stay in an office?"

"Pay up!" repeated Forest.

"Damn it! Pat, you're costing me money!" growled McKenzie good-naturedly. 

"No, we want you to be our eyes, ears and hands. We figured you would want to keep your hands dirty so...yes, you'll have your own office but, no, you don't have to always be there. But, you will have your own executive assistant. Have anyone in mind?"

I saw the sly looks each one of these men gave one another. "Yeah, I do have someone in mind. Marybeth Winters!"

David yelled out, "Mrs. Delaney, is Pat's personal assistant here yet?"

"Yes, Mr. Ralls."

"Please send her in."

The door opened and in walked Marybeth wearing a huge smile.

"Congratulations Pat, I wanted to tell you so bad but it would have spoiled the surprise. Plus, I wasn't really sure you would want me as your personal assistant. Thank you."

I stood and embraced Marybeth and said, "There is no one here that could put up with me like you. I should thank you for your support."

She beamed as I turned to the three ambushers, now standing and said, "Thank you. I've loved this company since the first day I started here. What you have done here is way beyond what I deserve or expected. I am proud to be your newest partner!"

By this time, Mrs. Delaney had entered with a young man who was carrying six glasses and a bottle of Dom. Unbelievably; Mrs. Delaney stepped over and hugged me. "It's about time these three bozos made you partner, Pat. Congratulations!"

The three bozos laughed as the glasses were passed around. David Ralls raised the glass and said, "To new partnerships, a long time coming!" McKenzie, Ralls and Forest, Marybeth and Mrs. Delaney raised their glasses and sipped. Then, Mrs. Delaney held her glass high and toasted, "To McKenzie, Ralls, Forest and O'Flynn!" This time we all raised our glasses and drank. 

All three men shook my hand and patted me on the back as everyone began filing out of the office. "Pat, why don't you take some time off, like a month. Get away with Dani on some exotic isle to celebrate. Marybeth will have everything ready for you on your return."

I thought I hid my misery when suddenly reminded of Dani but Marybeth saw right through me. She moved over to me leaning in and whispered, "Later?" I nodded and she smiled as she touched my shoulder.

"Sounds like a plan David, I think I'll do just that."

John McKenzie said, "Good, we don't want to hear from you for at least a month. Oh and when you return we just got another project for the company. You'll need to find your replacement." I nodded, again shaking everyone's hand before leaving. Marybeth caught up to me and, grabbing my arm, yanked me into my new office. Shutting the door, she turned and stared.

"Okay, out with it. What's going on between you and Dani?"

I told her. I told her everything. It was as if a damn had burst and all the pent up water rushed out. By the time I was done, I was nearly in tears. She held me tight as I let everything out.

"Damn it, Pat! Why won't you tell her what you already know?" asked Marybeth. "Dani didn't cause this, her mother did! She's punishing you for her mother's hatred for you. She needs to know."

"No! Dani jumped to her conclusions without confronting me. She already wrote me off without any defense. Now, I discover she went out with another man, with her mother's blessing! No, God damn it...NO!"

"Pat, you know her mother probably forced her to go out with him."

"That's the problem, Marybeth. She won't stand up to her mother. I'm surprised she ever married me! Well, she's going to find out just how much her dear mother loves her and our family."

"Okay, Pat...okay. Just remember, she loves you." I nodded but didn't reply. Marybeth leaned up and kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Don't worry, everything will be okay, trust me."

I just smiled. Those were the very words I said to Ashlin. 

"Now, get out of here and take care of your family. I'll make sure everything is ready for you when you return."

I hugged Marybeth until she pushed me away saying, "Patrick, I can't breathe. Now go!"

Go where? I thought to myself. Suddenly, I thought of Katy. 

"Thanks Marybeth. I'm out of here. Take good care of yourself, I need you more than ever now."

Marybeth waived as I quickly strolled out of the office and out of the building. Running to my truck, I tore off for Los Angeles and Katy.

It didn't take long to make L.A. at noon time. Soon, I was looking up at the tall skyline of the design company my Katy worked for. Once I found a parking garage, I marched into the lobby and asked for Stellar Winds Design Studio and was directed to the fifth floor. Now, I'm standing in front of an exceptionally gorgeous receptionist asking if Katy O'Flynn was available. 




Deceptions Abound



The beautiful red head looked up at me with those exquisite baby blues and, biting her lower lip, asked, "Mmmm...may I ask your name?"

"Patrick, Patrick O'Flynn."

"Any relations to Katy?"

"Uh...yes, she's my daughter."

"GET OUT! There's no way a handsome stud like you has a daughter as old as Katy."

"Mmm...yep, I'm afraid so, can I see her?"

"You most certainly can. In fact, I'll let you see anything you like...if you get my drift, Daddy!"

I must have turned twelve shades of red and gulped as she punched a button. 

"Sam, what's up?" I smiled at Katy's voice.

"There's a gorgeous hunk standing in front of my desk and he says he's Patrick O'Flynn. He even says he's your father. Say it isn't true!"

I heard my daughter laugh and say, "Oh my god, Dad's here? Sam, stay away from him. He's off bounds...understand?"

"Oh pooh...fine, just come and get him before I do." Sam stared at me like was beef on the hook while I waited for Katy. Please hurry, baby, I thought as I gazed at those ravenous eyes.

"Daddy! You're here. Oh my god, your actually here. Katy ran into my arms and hugged me then kissing me on the cheek. 

"Oooh, save some for me Katy!"

"Stop it Sam...he's mine. Come on Dad, let me show you around." Holding my hand, she took me passed the double doors into the back. Everywhere people were hustling around caring reams of material and paper. Most of them were pretty young, about Katy's age.

"What are you doing here, Dad? Does this have something to do with what Ash told me? Are you and Mom having problems? Ash said something about a separation and maybe divorce. Dad, what did you do? Why would Mom leave and want a divorce? Did you have an affair? God, Dad why would you do something like that? What about Ash and me? Did you even think about us?"

Katy's questions were rapid fire and non-stop as we walked along the corridor. People would turn and stare as we passed by. Finally, she shoved me into a small office and forced me into a tiny metal chair with a small wood seat and backing. Sitting next to me, she waited.

"Katy, first...I'm not having nor have I ever had an affair. I have never cheated on your mother. I've never even been tempted, so get that out of your head. Second, for some reason, your sweet loveable mother has gotten the idea that I had and she won't even let me talk to her. She moved in with your grandparents and she is the one seeking a divorce...not me."

"Oh my god, Mom's living with Broomhilda?"

"Where did you hear that?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"Oh, come on Dad. Ash and I must have heard you say that a million times. You think Ash and I don't know that Grandma has never accepted you, that she wants you out of Mom's life?"

"When and how did you girls figure that out?"

"Shit, Dad...Ash mentioned it to me when I was twelve and she was eleven. She noticed it first. After she confided in me, we began to watch the two of you. We were proud of the way you tolerated that witch. Sorry Dad, but I've learned to call it when I see it. Ash and I knew that our dear sweet grandmother was a nasty bitch that always tried to put you down in front of Mom and how she always controlled Mom."

I just stared at Katy, marveling how my two girls had matured. 

"Well, somehow I'll figure out a way to get your mother to talk to me. Anyway, I've got some exciting news and I had to tell someone in the family."

Katy's eyes widened with anticipation and asked, "What...tell me Dad, what is it?"

"I...I've been made full partner. The company is now McKenzie, Ralls, Forest and O'Flynn! How does that sound? What do you think of your old man now?"

Katy just stared at me. I wasn't sure if she understood the gravity of my partnership. Suddenly, she screamed and jumped into my lap, wrapping her arms around me in a huge hug.

"OH MY GOD! That's terrific, Dad. A full partner. Oh my god, I don't believe it. Does Mom know?"

I just looked at her, my eyes rolling and she giggled. "No, I guess not. But Dad, she'd want to know. I just know she would. You have to tell her!"

I shook my head and mumbled, "How am I to do that? She won't even talk to me. And, she's under guard by Broomhilda."

"Maybe, I can tell her?"

"No! Neither you nor Ash will say anything to her, understand?"

Katy looked down and said, "Yeah, I understand."

"Katy, look at me."

My beautiful daughter looked up and looked at me. "Promise me you will not tell your mother. And, you will not have Ash do it!"

"Damn it, Dad! Mom needs to know."

"Promise me."

Reluctantly, she nodded and said, "I promise neither Ash nor I will tell her."

"Thank you, now can I take you out to dinner?"

"I'd love it, Dad...uh, can I bring a guest?"

"Sure, one of your friends...my god, not Sam is it?"

Katy laughed and said, "No, not Sam though you might not get out of the building unscathed. No, it's...it's my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?"

"Well, Dad...kind of more than just a boyfriend. We're living together!"

"What! Does your mother know?"

"Of course not, you think I'm suicidal? Jack wants to marry me but I keep putting him off. I don't know if I'm ready to settle down just yet, but, I love the bum."

"What about Ash, does she know?"

"Ah...yeah," Katy said quietly. "I swore her to secrecy."

Shaking my head, I said, "Fine, better bring him along. I think it's high time I met your boyfriend. How about Lowery's at seven?"

"Sounds great, Dad. I'll see you there."

She again hugged me and planted a kiss on my cheek before she asked, "You think you need an escort to escape from the building?"

I laughed thinking of the receptionist. "Nah, I think I can handle it."

Laughing she replied, "I don't know, Sam can be a force in herself if you're not careful. See ya at seven."

As I walked into the hallway, I heard Katy punching numbers into her phone and I turned to stare.

She grinned and said, "Only business Dad, I did promise I wouldn't call mom...you know."

I nodded, grinning, and left. As I passed through the lobby, a sultry voice purred, "I hope to see you again real soon...Daddy!" I smiled at Sam as she blew me a kiss after she sensually licked her upper lip. God, I thought, that woman would probably kill me in bed.

"Take care, Sam," I said as I stepped into the elevator. Just as the doors were closing, she teased me with those smoldering eyes as she slowly sucked her middle finger into her mouth sliding between those luscious crimson lips. I heard her giggle as I closed my eyes and shook my head.

I drove around L.A. taking in the sights and decided to do a little browsing along the Jewelry Mart. It was amazing the kind of deals you could get with cash. Soon it was near seven and I headed to Lowery's Restaurant, known to have to best prime rib in the country.

Katy and a young man stood by the entrance. As I approached, she spied me and gave me a big hug and kiss then stepped aside to introduce to her beau. 

"Dad, this is Jack, Jack Hennessey. Jack this is my father, Patrick Michael O'Flynn the newest partner to the largest development company this side of the Rockies; McKenzie, Ralls, Forest and O'Flynn, Inc."

I had to admit, the lad was handsome in a dark rugged way. His dark brown hair was well groomed and I could see the intelligence in those hazel eyes. The young man was dressed casual but well chosen for the likes of Lowery's.

"It's a privilege to finally meet you sir," said Jack as we shook hands.

"Jack, it's good to meet you; however, I prefer you call me Pat, okay?"

"Yes si...Pat. Katy has told me so much about you and Mrs. O'Flynn." He failed to see quick look exchanged between Katy and me.

"Let's eat," I said wanting to move the topic away from Dani.

After dinner, the three of us stood in front of the restaurant as Katy chastised me over her mother.

"Dad, I agree with Ashlin, someone needs to tell Mom what has been going on, what Grandmother has been doing to break you two up. God, Dad...how can you let her get away with this?

I sternly looked at her and warned her, "Katy, promise me you won't say anything to your mother, promise me!"

She looked at Jack for back-up but he held his hands up and said, "Katy, this is a family thing, I'm not taking sides in this."

Katy huffed and spun back on me. "Okay, I promise but your making a terrible mistake."

"Katy sweetie, please understand, your mother means the world to me but the last four weeks I've been less than dog shit to her. She hasn't told me what was wrong, she hasn't allowed me to explain or defend myself. How long have we been married?"

Katy looked sheepishly at me and softly replied, "Twenty-two years."

"That's right, twenty-two years. Twenty-two years of good and bad, happiness and bitterness, love and heartache. That's what a marriage is. That's why they say 'for better or for worse!' I love your mother more than anyone could ever imagine and I believed she loved me just as much. That is why this hurts so much. Now, she allowed her mother to manipulate again, this time, getting your mother to go out with another man. I interfered with their date...this time! But, no more. Now, she makes the choice, whether made on faulty info or not. Understand?"

"No Dad, I don't and I won't! As far as I'm concerned, you're both wrong, pig headed and stubborn. If you two divorce, both Ash and I will blame both of you. Do you understand?"

I sighed and looked into her eyes as I nodded and said, "Yeah, I understand only too well." 

"Okay, Dad, I promise I won't tell Mom but don't let this thing drag on much longer or allow Mom to get hurt. If that happens, all bets are off."

She came into my arms and hugged me giving a quick peck on the cheek before she grabbed Jack's and walked away. She turned once to stare and smiled. I laughed when she smacked her boyfriend in the chest and heard her say, "Nice way to back me up, ya butthead!"

I watched as she and Jack disappeared around the corner and then made for my truck. Soon, I was heading south back home. When I pulled into the drive, I choked when I saw the dark house. I didn't consider it a home anymore with Dani gone.

I sat in the truck for nearly an hour feeling sorry for myself before I pulled my ass out and into the house. As I stepped in, I saw the flashing red light on the phone indicating someone had left a message. Checking the machine, I found two three messages waiting.

The first message was from that asshole Bowman. "Mr. O'Flynn, you'll be happy to know Dani has agreed to go out with me again. I promise you, this will be a very special night. And, yes...I'll provide proof, don't you worry about that. I thought you would like to know, I have reservations at Chez Ramonde's and..." he almost giggled like a little boy with a new toy, "a penthouse suite at the Hilton Towers. Make sure you don't interfere."

I could hear the scorn in his voice. God, I wanted to reach through that fucking phone and rip his lungs out! Chez Ramonde's was a very expensive and exclusive French restaurant that was hard to get reservations with and the Hilton Towers was the most prestigious hotel in the area. He knew he was at war and was setting strategy and battle line.

The second call was a surprise, Dani. She sounded sad and lost. "Patrick, I...I can't see any way around this. I thought you loved me. I'm going to see a lawyer Monday. I...damn it Pat, why?" She was crying when she hung up. Olivia, I thought, I promise you one thing. Whether Dani and I are able to work through this, you are history. I slammed the phone down and was going to ignore the third message but changed my mind. This one was unexpected; it was from her father, Harvey. He wanted to meet with me tomorrow noon at my office. I wondered what he wanted.

I thought back to Dani's call. Was I wrong in the way I'm handling all this? I was beginning to doubt myself and Dani's love for me. I made for the liquor cabinet and grabbed the Jack Daniels. The only thing I wanted to do right now was drown out these voices in my head and JD was just the thing.

It wasn't long before I heard someone groaning. A bright light blew my retinas when I cracked my eyelids open. I felt like one of those observers during the fifties nuke tests, nothing but a flash of brilliant white light. I threw my left hand over my eyes and found myself staring out the living room window at the sunrise. 

Fuck, where am I? When I turned my head, my brain exploded in pain and I grunted as my hangover took control. I was on the couch covered up in a blanket. Now who the hell threw a blanket over me? I felt my stomach rumble and that familiar feeling I get before I had to pray to the porcelain god began to course through me. I tossed the blanket on the floor and crawled off the bed so I could stumble into the bathroom. I just made the toilet as I vomited into the bowl.

I just wanted to curl up and die. I rested my chin on the toilet rim and closed my eyes. I didn't want to budge; this was my spot, my chosen location to die.

"Jesus, it smells like shit in here! What'd you do, blow both barrels at the same time? God, Pat...the only time you're like this is JD! Drink the whole fucking bottle this time?"

"Leave me to die in misery alone you bitch!" I croaked through the drool. Haven't you done enough to me?" I couldn't turn my head to look at was once the love of my life. I heaved more of my stomach into the commode. 

"Me? You mean you don't you? I wasn't the one to set up house with my best friend!"

"Dani, why the fuck are you here? You wouldn't talk to me then, you wouldn't tell me what I did to upset you, you wouldn't let me try and defend myself. You fucking leave to live with that bitch of a mother of yours and you start dating other men. Then, you fucking leave a message saying you're going to see a fucking lawyer which tells me it's over between us. So, I ask you...what the fuck are you doing here? Get whatever the fuck you need and let me die in peace. Okay?"

Without saying a word, Dani turned and left. Thank god, I thought as I retched yet again offering further sacrifice to the gods. When I finally got control on my stomach, I managed to push myself up and stand. Wobbling a bit, I made my way into the bedroom and tripped falling against the corner bed post before everything went black.

Déjà vu. I moaned as I gradually opened my eyes to the sound of tones and beeping and darkness. I was lying on my back, on a bed in a small room. Reaching over with my right hand, I could feel tubes running from my left arm. Not again, I groaned. I'm in a god damn hospital. What the fuck did I do now, alcohol poisoning? 

Nah, I vaguely remember tripping over something when I stumbled into our...my bedroom. But, how did I end up here? Was Dani there? I thought I'd dreamed her nagging me as I was bent over the porcelain bowl, I was sure of it.

"Hey slick, back with the living? Remind you of anything?" Dani chuckled. "You always had a way of impressing me with your graceful ways."

"How did I end up here?" I muttered closing my eyes.

"Well, after you decided to empty an entire bottle of Jack's finest amber, you managed to crawl into the bathroom to empty anything you ever had in your system into the toilet and other obvious locations. Afterwards, you tripped over those gunboat sized shoes of yours and smashed your head against the corner bedpost. 

How your noggin found that tiny extended corner, I'll never know but you opened up your cabeza pretty good, blood everywhere. God, Pat but you were a gusher. I really thought I might have lost you this time. I turned you over and shoved a compress over the wound in your scalp and called 911."

"Why?"

"Why what?" I could tell from the tone of her voice she knew what I meant.

"Why were you at the house? Why did you take care of me? Why are you still here?"

"Shit Sherlock, figure it out. I know you're only a mechanical engineer but I have faith you can form a solution," she said sarcastically.

It was at that moment I lost it. I'd had it with her and her temper, her sarcasm, her mother, everything! I was done with it all.

"Dani, you win...I lose. Get your lawyer. You can have everything, anything you want. You want it all...take it, I don't fucking care anymore. Believe whatever you want. The moment I'm outa this room, I am gone. You can have the house, the money, the savings, everything, okay? Just go, leave me alone...please? Go back to your lover boy, Ted Bowman. Your mother will love that. I won't be around anymore for her to bust my chops. Just remember, after the dust settles, who was behind all this."

I tried to get up but my head felt it would implode and I lay back down muttering under my breath. Dani left, again, without saying a word.

Seconds later, a soft voice said, "Mr. O'Flynn, you must remain still." I felt warm hands over my arm and forehead checking the connections and dressing. She must be my nurse.

"I'm sorry, I was having a little discussion with my soon to be ex-wife. I guess I got a little upset."

"You mean the woman that just ran out of here?"

"Yeah..."

"What did you say to her? She was in tears, sobbing as she ran past the station."

"Nothing really, I just told her I give up, she won."

That soft voice continued in a whisper, "For someone who won, she looked so sad, so defeated."

"Really? She was crying?"

"Oh yes, I've seen it before but usually for someone who has lost a loved one to illness. She must love you an awful lot."

I didn't say anything further. The nurse fussed over me for another minute but before she left, she touched my cheek and said, "Don't give up on her."

A tear trickled down over my face and I began to cry. I hid my face in my arm and began sobbing. All my anger, frustrations, all my heartache boiled to the surface. Sweet Jesus, maybe they were conspiring against me, my wife, my girls, this nurse and God. 

I felt her fingers gently run through my hair. When her palm grazed my ear, I grabbed it and held it against my wet cheeks. When I realized what I was doing, I quickly released her apologizing profusely, "Jeez, I'm so sorry...really, I shouldn't have..."

"Shhh...," she whispered tenderly and delicately wiped the tears away. My eyes snapped open in astonishment when her velvet lips brushed mine.

"Wha..."

"Please Patrick...don't turn me away...please!"

"Dani? I thought you'd left."

"I was. I made it to the lobby before I mustered up enough courage to come back. Patrick, I don't care what you did; I only know I can't live without you. But, can you love me enough to come back to me? Can you live without Crystal? I want you back, but you have to be only with me, Patrick. Can you do that?" 

Dani was sobbing along with me. I grabbed her and pulled her down, my arms enfolding this woman that drove me nuts. I wanted to tell her nothing happened between me and Crystal, that her mother made the whole thing up but I didn't want lose what we had right now. I was afraid if I told her everything I knew, she wouldn't believe me and leave. Having her in my arms, both of us together again...I didn't want to lose it.

Finally I said, "Dani, I will do anything you want. I need you beside me."

She hugged me pulling me tight against her, her lips crushed against mine. God, I love this woman.

"God Pat, I've missed you so much. Can I come home?"

"Dani, as far as I am concerned, you never left."

"We'll go home together. I'll wait until they release you, Patrick."

"You need anything from your parents?"

"No, I don't want to go there. I'll wait here with you."

"Okay."

"Dani?"

"Yes my love?"

"I need you to call your father. He wanted to meet me at work today at noon. Tell him I can't make it."

"Dad, why did he want to see you?

"Don't know, Dani. Do you know anything?"

Dani was quiet for a moment. "Maybe because of Ted Bowman."




Deceptions Abound



"What about Bowman?"

She was reluctant to tell me something I already knew but she didn't know I was aware of her date.

"I let Mom talk me into allowing Ted to take me out to dinner. She was convinced you were cheating on me and I should get even. I was so confused I didn't know half the time what I was doing, Patrick. I'm so sorry. I went out with him one night but it turned into a fiasco. Some drunk picked a fight with Ted and pretty much ended the evening for us. Pat, I wasn't going to do anything other than have dinner with the man. I knew what he wanted but I wasn't going there, you believe me?"

I nodded and said yes. "Was that the only time you went out with him?"

She quickly nodded but added, "He did invite me to go with him to Chez Ramonde's. I have to tell you Pat, I was almost tempted. I've never been to Chez's and I was dying to see it. He was pretty upset when I told him I wasn't interested. So was Mom. When she wouldn't let it drop, that was when I went home and found you on the couch."

"Did you put the blanket over me?"

Dani smiled and nodded. "I saw the empty Jack Daniels bottle on the floor. I knew you'd be out until morning so I covered you up and slept in the bedroom. When I heard you in the bathroom, I tried talking to you. I wanted to help you but you were so angry, I fled back to the bedroom. I was on the bed when you stumbled in and fell against the bedpost. Oh Patrick, I was so frightened by all the blood. I thought I'd lost you."

I ran my hand over her hair as I held her close. "Well, you didn't. You rescued me again. I always seem to fall for you."

She laughed at my pun and kissed me. 

The next day, I was able to leave the hospital. They only held me over for observation in case I had a concussion, which I did...but a mild one. They wheeled me out of the lobby and Dani was standing there waiting by the car. Once free of the hospital, she drove me home. We didn't say anything until she pulled into the garage. 

"Patrick, why don't you go into the bedroom and get some rest, I'll be back shortly."

"Why, where are you going?"

"Oh...just have some unfinished business to take care of, nothing important. But, I want you well rested for tonight!"

I admit I was a little leery. Dani seemed to be up to something. "Dani, is everything good between us now?"

She hesitated before looking at me and said, "Yes...everything is fine. Now, get some rest. Take this prescription medication and get—some—rest. I'll see you in a bit." She leaned over and kissed me and waited as I got out of the car. I watched as she backed out, waive and drive away.

I went inside and shuffled into the kitchen grabbing some aspirin. Downing three of the pills, I nabbed a glass of ice water and moved into the family room settling into my recliner. I read the label for the prescription medication and noted it said to take only one. Shit, this is some potent stuff, I thought, I don't need this right now. Sipping some of the water, I eased back and closed my eyes. Within minutes, I was out.

"Shhh...be careful with him. I don't want him hurt." 

"Fuck, alright already...help me with him. He's not a light weight."

I don't know how long I slept but I could hear my wife and someone else talking and trying to pull me out of the chair. They must have thought I had taken the meds and was safe to move me. Something wasn't quite right about all this, who the fuck was the guy? I decided to play along and see where this led.

"Shit, Pat...I forgot how big you are," said my wife, sounding three sheets to the wind, as she and her companion carried me down the hallway and into our bedroom. They laid me onto the bed and, with Dani pulling from the other side; the guy pushed me into the center.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Now, we tie him to the bed. And, make sure the rope is tight. When he sees me fucking you, he's going to want to kill us both," her companion said. 

"God, am I doing the right thing?"

"He fucked another woman and you're going to even the score. Come on Dani, you want him to see how it feels to see his wife fucked by another man! Once we do this, maybe...maybe we...ah...you can finally move on."

I didn't hear her reply but felt her little toadie grab my left hand and wrap cord around my wrist. Before he realized what was happening, I curled my hand around his wrist and twisted hard. I was satisfied by the sound of a snapped wrist and a piercing scream. 

Holding the screaming asshole, I scrambled off the bed and stared at a surprised, frightened and suddenly sober Dani.

"You stupid fucking bitch! You royally screwed the pooch this time Dani! And, here I thought things were going to be good with us but, fuck no, you just couldn't believe the man you supposedly loved these past twenty years, could you? Well Dani, let me tell you what's been going on. 

Your sweet loving mother set us up, or at least you...you stupid cunt. Olivia paid Crystal ten thousand dollars to pose for some sleazy private investigator. He doctored the photos to make it look like your close friend, Crystal, and I were having sex. Crystal was paid by your fucking cunt of a mother to betray you."

"YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY, PAT! My mother would never do that. You're trying to deflect the blame for what you and Crystal did and, like the wimp bastard you are, won't admit it."

I stared at her, fury and rage twisting the woman I loved into a something repulsive. I looked at Ted Bowman kneeling on the floor holding his injured limb whimpering like a baby. He flinched as I stepped over him for the closet, reached in and slid my hand into the pocket of my jacket. Pulling out my voice recorder, I threw it at her.

"When you have the time, listen to what you refuse to believe, you stupid bitch. I'm out of here. Make sure you and this lowlife piece of shit is out of here by the time I get back!" I looked at Ted and shook my head in sympathy. "You dumbass; I told you what would happen if you tried anything funny. All bets are off now. You're on that recorder too, you dumbshit. Oh, and both of you...don't worry about destroying that recording, I've got copies for my lawyer."

Stomping into the kitchen, I grabbed my bag from the hospital, snagged the keys to my truck and bolted from the house. Seconds later, the neighbors heard the screech of my tires as I tore out of the neighborhood.

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Dani stood there, her chest heaving as she seethed from the confrontation with Patrick. That son of a bitch has the audacity to blame my mother for his fucking around, she angrily thought. 

"Fuck, my wrist hurts," cried Ted Bowman still on the floor next to the bed. 

Dani stared at the moaning Ted and moved toward him helping him to sit on the bed. "Here, let me look at that. Oh god, I'm so sorry Ted, Pat must have fractured the wrist when he grabbed you. We'd better get that looked at."

Still holding the little voice recorder, she stuffed it into her pocket and helped Ted to her car. At the hospital, she waited as his wrist was x-rayed and then sat with Ted until the doctor returned. 

"Mr. Bowman, it's not fractured...just a simple sprain. Let me wrap this wrist and take this. It's a prescription for an inflammatory."

"Doctor, you sure my wrist isn't broken? I'm in a lot of pain here."

"It's not broken Mr. Bowman. When you get home, wrap some ice around it to stop the swelling. In a few days, it should be better."

"Thank you, Doctor," said Dani as she followed a grumbling Ted from the ER room. 

"Ted, let me take you home. Your car is at my mother's but I don't know if you can drive."

Dani saw Ted smile and nod saying, "Thank you but I'd rather get my car. Besides, I think you need a friend tonight."

"Thanks Ted, I...I'd like that."

As she pulled into her mother's driveway, her mother came out. Dani could see she had been crying.

"Momma, what's wrong?"

"It's your father!"

"Daddy? What's wrong with Dad? Is he alright? Where is he?" Dani was running to her mother as she asked about her father.

"He's...he has left me!" her mother wailed.

"What! Why?"

"I...I don't know," simpered Olivia as Dani helped her into the house, Ted following close behind. "We had a fight and he said he had had enough, packed a suitcase and left. He wouldn't tell me where!"

"Mom, you must have some idea why he would just leave like that! What was the fight about?"

Dani helped her mother into a chair and she went into the kitchen to get her a glass of water. When she returned, she again asked, "What was the fight about?"

Olivia's red eyes stared up into her daughters and sobbed. "Mom, tell me...what happened between you and Dad? Tell me!"

"It was...it was over you and Patrick!" she wailed.

"Me and Patrick? What about me and Patrick?" asked Dani.

"I told him Patrick didn't deserve you and that he cheated on you and refused to confess his affairs. Your father disagreed and said I was trying to set Patrick up, trying to railroad him into a divorce. He wouldn't believe me when I told him how wrong he was. We got into a horrible fight and he packed up and left me. Oh Dani, your father left me!"

Dani was blown away by all this. What was going on? She thought. First, Crystal tells her about her affair with Patrick. Despite photos and Crystal's confession, Pat denies ever touching Crystal. Then, her moving in with her parents and agreeing to go out with Ted Bowman, shit what a disaster that was. Somehow, she knew Pat was involved with that little fiasco. Finding Pat in the house, unconscious. Getting Ted to help her get even and now her father leaving.

Leaving her mother with Ted, she went into her room and closed the door. She fell on the bed and started crying. She missed Patrick something terrible but how could she forgive him without getting even, making him understand her pain. Dani heard a soft knock at her door.

She sniffled hearing Ted's voice gently ask "Dani? You alright? Can I come in?"

A second later, he opened the door and stepped into her bedroom. After entering, he closed and locked the door. She felt him sit on the bed and begin to rub her shoulders and neck, his touch felt good.

Still sniffling, she could feel his palms travel down her back and slowly back up. She moaned as his fingers dug into her flesh massaging the muscles. They moved upward until they settled over her bra strap, the fingers gently caressing her skin beneath. When his hand fell away, she realized her strap was loose. Now both his hands were sliding over her skin beneath her blouse, his finger tips lightly stroking the soft curves of the sides of her breasts.

A gentle kiss fell on the back of her neck and continued along her shoulders. She languished in the soft touch of those lips on her bare skin as she felt the other hand ever so softly slide over her ass and down the back of her upper thigh. When the fingers slid upward, they explored her more intimate region, gently pushing against her crotch. She felt herself becoming moist as Pat began to fondle her pussy through her...wait, it wasn't Pat, it was Ted, and he was the one touching her, kissing her...not her husband.

"What the fuck are you doing, Ted! Get out of here!"

"Come on Dani, you know you need this...forget about Pat, he's with someone else by now," crooned Ted as he slid his hand inside her pants, fingers sliding into the crack of her ass. "Besides, weren't we about to do this earlier in front of your husband?"

She spun around and kicked him off the bed, Ted flying backward striking the wall. "I said get the fuck out of here! I made the mistake of getting drunk and listening to you and mother! But, no more...get out!" she screamed.

Ted looked at her dazed then scrambled up throwing open the door and running out. Seconds later, her mother ran in and cried, "What's wrong, why did Ted run out of the house?"

"Mom, he was trying to seduce me in my bedroom!" she sobbed. 

"Dani, the man likes you, he wants to be with you...Dani he's a fine catch!"

Dani turned and stared in shock at her mother. "What? You approve of what he was trying to do, to have sex with me...now...in my room? Please leave mother, I want to be alone."

"Now, now baby..."

"Please leave...now mother!"

Olivia was startled by her daughter's demand and stood. "Well, when you're feeling better, call me. We need to talk." Olivia looked down at her daughter before she left the room. Dani immediately got up and shut the door making sure it was locked.

Dani was so confused. Ted was right when he said they were going to have sex in front of Pat but she had been so angry at her husband then. She didn't feel that way now. 

"What the fuck is going on?" She sobbed. She sat up and re-hooked her bra and straightened her clothing. As she smoothed out her pants, she felt an object in her pants pocket. Reaching in, she removed a small silver voice recorder.

What did he mean by 'listen to what I refuse to believe?' she thought. She sat on the edge of the bed and turned the recorder on. Immediately, she recognized her friend, or ex-friend, Crystal's voice. Dani sat there dumbfounded by what she heard. Patrick was right all along, her mother set her up!

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, Patrick, what have I done?" she cried. Dani fell back on the bed, her faced shoved in the pillow muffling the sounds of her bawling. Soon, she had fallen asleep. A rap on the door failed to rouse her as her mother tried to enter.

"Dani? Dani, you all right?" Not receiving an answer, Olivia picked the lock and found her daughter fast asleep. It was evident she had been crying for awhile. As she approached, she shook Dani's shoulder but her daughter didn't stir but she did notice an object clutched in Dani's fist. She gently pried the device away and wondered what it was. After a moment, she understood it was a voice recorder or player. Pressing a small button with a green arrow, she frowned when she heard her son's voice emanate from the recorder. As she listened, she gasped as she heard Crystal's voice telling Patrick about how his mother-in-law set him up. She told him about the private investigator, the doctored photos and the ten thousand. She screamed when she next heard Ted Bowman's voice explain what Olivia had tried to do. Oh my god, she thought, no wonder Harvey left her. And, now she would lose the only thing precious to her, Dani.

Despair quickly turned to rage and then hate as she thought of Patrick. He did this; he turned her family against her. Olivia shrieked and leapt off the bed running to her own bedroom. She rummaged through the top shelf of her closet, finding her father's old Colt revolver. She remembered when he taught her how to shoot and clean the gun. Opening the cylinder, she quickly loaded the handgun with .357 magnum rounds from the box of ammo her father gave her. Snapping the cylinder shut, she placed the four inch revolver into her handbag and grabbed the keys to the Cadillac. Time to finally take care of that bastard of a son, she thought as she ran from the house.

Dani awoke when she heard the front door slam shut. For a moment, she thought her mother was trying to wake her and pulled her hands up discovering the recorder was gone. She searched for the little machine but didn't find it. When she saw the bedroom door open she realized her mother must have gotten inside. She's got the recorder, Dani thought. Shit, if she heard it she knows she's been discovered. Dear god, what is she going to do? Worried Dani. I've got to find Pat.

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I had no idea of the latest developments. I only knew that I was belly up to the counter of The Hold in the Wall sucking down dark drafts caring less about Dani, her mother or Ted fucking Bowman. She wants him, she can have him. I'm done with all of them. They could all screw themselves silly. That fucking harpy of a mother finally got what she wanted, me out of her life.

"Think you had enough, Pat?" The deep voice boomed across the counter and I stared into the enormous black eyes of Black Mike, a six-five, three hundred pound behemoth of African descent and one of my closest friends.

"Nah, I can still think. How bout another boiler maker?"

"Sure...as long as you stay here the night, okay?"

Black Mike always kept a room open in the back for his close friends.

"Yeah, yeah...no problem. Just as long as I can no longer see my wife's face banging around in my brain pan. Then you can do anything you want with me."

Black Mike laughed and brought me another draft with a shot of Jamison's Irish whiskey for a chaser. 

"Ahhh..., there ya go Mike! You are definitely one in a million. Hey, what do ya think of gay marriages? I'm gonna be available soon. Ya may not be a beautiful blond with big tits but ya got a bar."

"No, don't think so Pat, Carol doesn't like sharing."

"Shit, forgot bout her. Crap, she'd kick my ass for sure. Forget what I said. Just keep the brew a comin."

"Okay Pat."

Mike walked away as I dropped the shot glass in the beer. Staring at the foam, I drew the glass to my lips and with effort tried to drown my sorrows in the cold amber liquid. It wasn't much longer before I felt someone pull me off the stool and help me into the back room and bed. I had enough presence of mind to feel myself stripped down to my skivvies before I passed out for good.

The next morning, I opened my eyes and regretted doing so the instant my eyelids were able to pull away from the buildup of crust that tried to glue the two lids together. My eyeballs suffered a flash fire of blinding sunlight causing me to cry out and squeeze my eyes shut. 

"Back with the living I see, about time too. It's going on two o'clock in the afternoon."

Groaning my frustration, I growled, "What the fuck are you doing here? I thought I made it very clear we were done, over, through, finished, kaput, finito!"

Startled, I could only stare as Dani started crying, no...not crying but sobbing uncontrollably. What the hell, I thought to myself. Then, I remembered. I threw the recorder at her. She must have listened to it after all.

"Patrick...sniff...I...I am so very...sob...sorry. Please, PLEASE forgive me, Patrick...honey!"

"Heard the recording did you?" I asked scornfully.

Between sniffles and gasping for air, she nodded. "Yes, I heard everything. I still can't believe my own mother capable of such an insidious betrayal of our marriage. Jesus, I am so, so sorry for what I put you through." She turned away and muttered, "I don't deserve you Patrick, I am nothing more than a vindictive bitch!"

I closed my eyes savoring those words. For the moment, I didn't give a rat's ass for her god damn apologies. I had tried to tell her over and over she was wrong but would she give me a chance. Well, fuck her!

"Dani, you have fucked me over for the last time. I've always been number two in your life and you know it! Olivia has done her best to try and break up our marriage and, now, she may have succeeded." I sat up, moved off the bed and began pacing around the room. "You know, in many ways you're just like her. You jump to conclusions, won't listen to reason and constantly disrespect me. The best thing that came out of this marriage is Katy and Ash and they're old enough now to handle our separation and divorce."

"Divorce...please Pat, no!"

"Why not? You were going to dump me before you discovered the truth! You were leaving me without any explanation...so why should I do otherwise? Tell me, why?"

Dani sat on the edge of the bed, her face hidden in her hands, her body quivering from her deep sobbing. "I...I love you, honey. I love you so much, that's why I lost it when Crystal confessed about your affair."

"There was no fucking affair, Dani!"

"I know that now but at the time I didn't. She was very convincing and she had those damned photos of the two of you. Pat, you know I don't know much about that kind of technology. I would never have been able to see they were fakes."