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The Contract Ch. 01

By: curious2c



"I want you to get under my husbands skin. I need him to fall in love with you, and be able to let you take care of him. Then, you need to marry him, and take care of him forever after."

I had heard many things in my life as an escort girl, but this was a first. I had never had a wife telling me that she wanted her husband to fall in love with me. I must have looked very suspicious of her because she was quick to fill in some details.

"I'm dying. I want to hire you to become John's next wife. You will need to be faithful to him and him alone. You will need to be his wife, confidant, lover, friend and most of all, convince him that you love him and that he loves you. It isn't going to be a walk in the park either. I know because I know my husband very well."

"Ma'am, I don't think you have the right person. You need..."

"I need someone in a hurry, and beggars can't be too choosy now can they? Look, I only have six months to a year left, if that. John, without me, will waste away and die. If he doesn't kill himself first."

"What makes you think that your husband will waste away and die or commit suicide? Lots of husbands have lost wives before, and they've not done either of those things."

"I told you. I know my husband. Without someone to guide him and be a sounding board, he will make bad or flat out wrong decisions, and suffer for them in the doing. We have three adult children, and even though they are adults now, they still need someone too. John will need to be there for our kids and soon to be grandkids. I also know that John is the type of man that needs someone in his life, sharing the day to day things with him."

"I don't know. I've never done a permanent gig like this before. How am I supposed to get John to fall for me? Especially since I'm an escort girl and don't know him at all? Besides that, how do you intend to pay me for this? You want me to basically indenture myself to your husband for the rest of my life. How or why would I want to do that?"

"I have an insurance policy that has ran its life and now has a cash value in excess of a million dollars. I have made arrangements to have it signed over to whoever is married to John, my husband when that time comes. You will have to stay married to him for one year to collect it. I hope that you will fall in love with him like I did, and want to stay with him in the end."

"A million dollars? You're willing to hand over a million dollars to have me marry your husband, and be his wife for one year? So, I really will be giving up my freedom to be a slave then."

"Okay, you're right about that. I know that I'm asking you to sell yourself into servitude of sorts. It wouldn't be that bad, honest. First of all, John is a wonderful provider, loving and caring. Gentle at making love, but he can be a wild at times if the feelings are running that way. He would love you fully and honestly. You'd have to do the same for him. You won't ever have to work again, and actually, you probably won't have to work very hard at keeping him in love with you once he has fallen for you."

"Let me get this straight. You're offering me a life insurance policy proceeds for over one millions dollars, and to earn that I have to get your husband to fall in love with me, marry him and be his wife? Are you insane? Are you taking some kind of hallucinogenic drugs or something lady?"

"I know, it sounds crazy. I want you to know that I love my husband very, very much though. I also know that he will need someone. I can't leave this earth knowing that he won't have anyone there for him, and I know that if he doesn't have anyone by the time I'm buried...well, I don't want to meet him on the other side in a month or two. He still has a full and rich life ahead of him, and I mean to see that he lives it, one way or another. If you're not interested in my deal, then say so, and I'll continue on my search. I need to know within a day or two though, as my time is short and if you don't take my deal I will need every moment I have left to find someone for my husband."

"You're asking me to give up my lifestyle for your husband. I'm not so sure that would be a good deal."

"I am sure it's a good deal. You will be way ahead in the scheme of things. Look, how many men can you say have ever loved you for who you are?"

"I don't think that is any of your..."

"None, have they? Here's your chance to have and hold a man who is an excellent lover, a great provider, and an all around wonderful person. You're even going to make a million dollars for the pleasure of having him too."

She had tears in her eyes. As they began to slip down her cheek I realized that she truly loved and cared for John. I had never seen such love or devotion for a spouse ever in my life. Most men never earned such respect or love ever in their lives. I was sorely tempted to take her offer. A million dollars and all I had to do is get her husband to fall in love with me, marry me, and spend at least one year acting like I loved him in return. After that, if I wanted, I could split. I was not so sure that I wanted to go there though.

"My life is pretty great right now. I have all the sex I want or need, lots of different men for companionship, and I don't have to share my bed at night if I don't feel like it."

"You have nobody to love you, or take care of you when you're sick. You are alone most of the time, and not sharing your life with anyone. You have sex, but no love to back it up. It is an empty life. I'm offering you a fuller and richer life than you can probably imagine."

She had me there. I had often thought that there should be more to life. I had many a time, gone to bed alone, wanting, wishing that I had someone sharing that bed with me. Someone that understood me and loved me. I could feel my resolve to not get into this crazy scheme weakening.

"What's to stop me from walking after six months or nine months? What actual guarantee do you have that I'll ever even try to live up to the bargain?"

"I have none. I do know however, that if you open your heart just a little bit, John could fall in love with you and be happy. I'd rather see him happy than dead, and I'd rather he had some happiness for even just a year than not. I'm betting that you will fall in love with him too though."

"I'll need to think about it for a day or two. As for me falling in love...I don't do that. It's against my nature."

"I can only give you twenty-four hours. After that if you haven't signed on, I will have to search for someone else. You will fall in love with him...it will happen. At least I hope you do. Your nature is like any other humans, you want and need love. I think you will both benefit from a relationship."

"You're real serious about this aren't you?"

"I love my husband. I would do anything in the world...in the universe for him."

"I guess it couldn't be all that bad after all. I mean, I'd have one man to lean on. I'll call you later with my decision...okay?"

"Remember, you only have until eight o'clock tomorrow morning, then I'm searching for someone else. I don't have the time I need to do this right, and I need it done before I am too sick to work out all the details."

I left her sitting in the restaurant where we had agreed to meet. I went home and called into my service center to let them know I had completed my 'date'. Susan, my main contact could tell that something was bothering me.

"Sam, what's up? You sound like the whole worlds on your shoulders."

"Customer made me an offer. One that I'm having a hard time refusing. The only problem is that it will require at least one year of my life. The rewards at the end though...I'd probably never have to work again."

"Hmmm...sounds like you're thinking about taking them up on it. What kind of offer is it anyway? Maybe if you don't take it I will."

"I can't say at the moment, and if I take them up on it, I can't have this known around. Best if I keep it to myself for now. Suffice it to say there's over a million dollars in it for me if I do it."

"Damn girl...do it. DO IT! I wouldn't even have to think about that. A million dollars is a lot of zero's honey. Like I said if you don't do it, hook me up with them. I'd do it in an instant."

Susan was a nice lady. She had been taking care of eight other ladies and me for over six years, and doing a great job of it. We gave her a cut of our take at the end of a date, and she in turn, made other dates for us. It was a lucrative job for Susan and me too. She wasn't the marrying type though I knew that. She'd never go for this offer not even for a million dollars.

That night I sat at home, not having taken any dates. I wanted to keep my mind clear to think about this offer. I was seriously re-thinking my earlier dislike of it, and wondering if I couldn't work this out. At the very least it would require one year of my life, acting as if I loved a man. He would probably not fall for me in any case, so in that event it wouldn't work and my time to that point would have been wasted. 

I was sitting on several hundred thousand dollars in investments, and I had a good bank account, so the time wouldn't kill me. It would dip into my savings though. I hated giving up even one cent since I had set a goal and lately I could see that goal in reach. This job would put me way over that goal, and set me up for life if it all worked out. 

On the other hand, how was I to know that 'John' would be all that Becky had said about him? Wives, I had learned, often see their husbands as perfect and wonderful, why else would they have married them in the first place? 

It did appear that Becky loved John very much though. I could see it in her eyes when she made the offer. It was killing her to give him up, but she knew she was dying anyway, and she was worried about him without her. I wasn't real sure how she'd get us together yet, or how we'd pull it all off.

I was thinking like I had accepted the offer already. I guess deep down I wanted to. Maybe Becky had been right. Maybe I was lonely and empty. At least I'd have a man loving me. How wrong or bad could that be? I decided to accept Becky's offer, and try to get her husband to fall for me. 

It was partially the challenge of conquest. I had always loved a challenge, and this would be one of the biggest of my life. I thought I could pull it off, and I hoped that Becky could hold up to her part of the bargain. I could see where she was going to be having a painful time giving up John.

When I called her up the next morning she was excited. This whole thing was bothering me now. She was acting all happy that I'd accepted her offer, yet I knew that it had to have been digging into her heart deep. After all, she had just arranged for another woman to steal her husband away from her. Okay, maybe not steal, but at least, she was giving him up to me.

"I must be nuts."

I was talking to myself as I drove over to meet up with Becky. 

"I'm giving up my freedom and actually planning on marrying some man just because his wife wants it so. I must be crazy. Well, the million dollars will be a nice plus though."

I fought with myself all the way to the library. What a place to meet too. Meeting with the dying wife while planning to take her husband. Getting paid to do it, and even signing a contract to do it all too. I wondered briefly what her lawyer was thinking of all of this.

Our meeting went well. Her lawyer met us at the library, and then we crossed the street to his office.

"Are you absolutely sure about this Rebecca? Once this contract is signed you will have given up any right to stop this from occurring. If John found out, he could divorce you and leave you penniless. Not only that, you both could end up in jail. This isn't exactly kosher legally. I have done the best I can to keep it legal, but you're out on a limb here Rebecca."

"I have to. There is no other choice. If we don't do this, John will end up alone and very unhappy for the rest of his life. I can't, I won't allow that to be."

"In all my years I've never heard such a thing Rebecca. I know you love John deeply, but there must be some other way. You're giving up over a million dollars, to a hooker, and she's just going to..."

"Look right here buster. I'm an escort, not a hooker. I know that in your book there isn't much of a difference, but I know I can hold my head up and speak honestly about my life and what I've done with it. I have some class. At least, I have more class than you do obviously."

Rebecca took my hand in hers and squeezed it in support. Her lawyer blustered about for a bit, then settled down.

"I apologize. It's just that Rebecca is handing over her money to you on a hope that you will be all that John needs. It is a bad idea at the very best. Quite frankly, I don't trust you lady, and I think you'll mess things up badly. I'd rather that Rebecca was working at making sure John was taken care of financially rather than..."

"Jim, you're my lawyer and I respect you. You took care of my father's estate and his needs while he was alive too. This I need to do. I love John, and if I had my way, I'd not be leaving him...not like this. I don't have a choice however, so I must do what I must. Samantha is a class act, and I'm sure she will live up to the contract fully and openly. Besides, I think I detect a bit of jealously on your part Jim. Samantha is quite beautiful...and talented too I suppose."

"I...I never...I'm just..."

Jim was tripping over himself now. Becky had hit too close to home I thought. I'd seen the look he had given me when we had met. His eyes had spoken volumes while his voice had been polite. I had seen him appraising me, looking at my breasts and ass. He probably thought that I hadn't seen it, or maybe he just didn't care. I did though. If we were to pull this all off, I had to appear to be sweet and innocent at the very least.

Later as we had coffee at a local Starbucks, Becky began to run over her plan.

"We're going to have been college friends that lost touch. You heard about me living here, and you were in town for a day or so. You'll need a job that gives you freedom to travel and be where you want to be. Since you're so beautiful, I think that you should be in the fashion or modeling industry. Don't you?"

"How about clothing buyer? I could pull that off since I did that for a while a long time ago. Not sure I was any good at it, but that doesn't matter anymore anyway. I am worried about the age thing though. I mean, no offense, but I am younger than more than a little bit than you."

"I know...I'll tell him we met when you were babysitting our kids for us while I was in college. I don't think he could possibly remember all the babysitters we had back then."

"Maybe I could have had an older sister or something...you know...to have hooked us up."

"Yeah...good idea."

We chatted for a while, but I noted that Becky seemed troubled by something. Finally she got up her nerve and asked me.

"Do you...I mean, it's none of my business or anything...but..."

"Let me guess. Do I like what I do?"

"Yeah...I can't imagine anyone liking...well..."

"I'm not exactly a hooker you know. Yes, I have had sex with some clients, but they paid me very, very well for that gift. I consider it a gift too you know. I only give to those who I think are deserving of me. I've been very picky in the past on who I've slept with, or had sex with. That's part of why I would only do what I do as an escort. I could never be a hooker. They have little or no choice in clients, and volume is where they make their money. I make mine in quality. Besides, you'd be surprised at how many dates I've been on and not had sex afterwards."

"Really? You don't always have sex then? Uh...does that mean that you hate men and don't like sex? If that's the case, we'd better give it up right now because I want someone who freely gives of themselves to my husband."

"Oh no...I love men. I love sex. I never got jaded because I never let myself have too much business in the first place. A lovely lady that takes care of my appointments gave me that sage advice, and I followed it to the "T". It hasn't done me wrong yet. I usually have the same small group of customers, and rarely do I take on new ones. Therefore, sexually speaking, the odds of disease are reduced for my client and me. Besides all that honey, a million dollars isn't 'freely giving myself."

"Reduced but not absolute."

Becky was referring to the odds of disease or STD's. I didn't blame her at all either. It was a risk I had taken for a long time...and I had to trust that my clients watched out for themselves as much as I did...which over time I discovered, wasn't a good practice to trust someone on.

"I'm tested every week. It's my own thing. I can afford it and I can't afford spreading some STD around. Besides, I don't want to catch aids as much as my clients don't want to either. I have gotten some proof from clients that they are disease free too, which they did in order to protect themselves, and me. Nobody wants me to catch anything, and they need me."

"So, you'll freely give yourself to John then? I mean, you will at the very least try to act as if you love him and what he's doing? I will say that for me John has been a wonderful and imaginative lover over the years...I mean..."

She was blushing. It was obvious that she loved her husband and that he took care of her needs in bed too. She was enough of a lady to be embarrassed by the conversation, but also enough of a desperate wife in a bad situation, to be talking about things she had probably never shared with anyone else in her life.

"So, your John is a great lover?"

"You've probably had better in your work, but for me he's been everything."

"Well, a loving husband can be a great lover. I have had some experience yes, but most of those men it's been more a business deal than anything else. I am usually hired for eye candy and for companionship while they are in town. I offered myself to some of them, yes, but they of course considered it to be part of the package deal. I'm sure that John is more than adequate as a lover."

I was trying to reassure her. I could see her pain as she talked to me about John. Becky really did love him, that was certain. How many wives would have gone this far to make sure her husband was taken care of after she had left? I also figured that John was going to be like any other man in bed. Slam bam thank you ma'am then roll over and go to sleep, kind of fucking. . 

We talked for most of the day, finding out about each other, John, and her plan. I was surprised to find out that they had experimented with all kinds of sex over the years and that Becky actually enjoyed anal sex. I would do that for certain clients, but it wasn't one of my favorite things to do. It wasn't that I hated it, but some of my clients were far too rough when we did it that way.

I also found out that Becky had never swallowed John's cum. She had once had him begin to shoot off prematurely in her mouth but she had pulled away choking and gagging. Myself, I loved the taste of cum and that feeling of power I had when I made a man shoot off into my mouth. Subtle differences between us, but not all that much.

By the end of the day it had been decided that I would be showing up as an old college friend that had lost touch over the years. I would have heard that Becky was in this town and then I'd find out that she was ill too. 

At some point I would be invited or I would insist on moving in to help take care of her. I was reluctant to do that, but I could see her point. If I were much of a friend, even if we had lost touch, I would or could try to be there for her in her time of need. Besides, it would put me in close contact with John, and allow me to work under his skin and into his heart. 


The Contract Ch. 01



Chapter One

The young woman paused at the entrance of the storefront office building and regarded the sign beside the door: Dr. Richard Cordman. Psychology. Hypnotherapy. 

She took a deep breath and reached toward the doorknob, then stood, mesmerized by her reflection in the dark glass that fronted the low building. When was the last time she'd dressed like this? A real dress ... purchased only hours before, chosen almost entirely on the recommendation of the saleswoman at the mall department store. Knee-length hem, fabric clinging to her gentle curves, neckline low-cut, revealing cleavage that was augmented by the underwire bra (also recommended by the saleslady, who had taken her client's inability to choose feminine attire as a challenge). She had had only $300 in cash – her "pin money," hidden from her mother (or THAT would have been gone, too!), and the saleslady had made sure that she'd had enough left over, after the dress and the bra and the panties and the hose and the high heels, for an inexpensive "makeover" at the cosmetics counter. She looked ... sexy. She hoped, at least, that she presented that false image. Another deep breath. She turned the knob and walked into the office.

The reception area was deserted, not surprising this late on a Friday afternoon. On the counter, beside the receptionist's window, she found a clipboard with a form attached, her name scrawled in at the top. She picked it up, sat down on the naugahyde-covered couch and started filling in the blanks. A few minutes later, just as she was finishing, the inner office door opened, and the frame was literally filled with the bulk of a large man. He looked, to her, like a football lineman. Big. Muscular. Dark. She blinked up at him, then quickly threw her gaze back down at the floor, embarrassed by his penetrating stare and smiling, congenial face.

"Dr. Abernathy, I presume," he commented with a voice more mellow than deep.

"Gail," she said in a quiet voice, still unable to look up at him. "Thank you so much for seeing me on such short notice, Doctor."

"It's my pleasure. Please come in." She allowed him to hold the door for her, which posed a small problem as she had to maneuver her tall, thin frame around his hulking body. Their bodies rubbed together slightly as she did so, and she repressed a small shudder. Then she had to let him pass again, as he led the way back and into a comfortable, manly office. The room held a sofa along one wall, an easy chair in front of a large, old-looking oak desk, and the inevitable psychiatrist's couch in the middle of the room. The blinds were open, and the late afternoon sunlight brightened the mood. She took the chair in front of the desk and waited patiently while he seated himself and spent several minutes reading the form she'd filled out; then he sat back and studied her unabashedly. She found it impossible to meet his eyes, and kept hers on her hands, which were clutching her knees.

"I know you, don't I?" he commented, at last.

This seemed to startle her immensely. "No! I mean, no. No, I'm sure we've never met."

He wrinkled his brow. "I'm certain I've seen you somewhere. Are you in TV or something? A model?"

"No. I'm nobody. I mean, I'm nobody important. And I've never met you. I'm sure."

He glanced back at the forms. "AH! I know! You live in that apartment complex down on South Grand, don't you?"

Her eyes shifted. "Um ... yes. I live at ...."

"Yes, I have the address on the form. I live right next to you ... in the complex right across the street. Small world." She said nothing, staring down at her hands. He pulled a yellow legal pad toward him and started writing, talking as he wrote. "Refuses to be led into normal conversation." He glanced up, but she didn't react. He sighed and studied the form again. 

"You're a 'Research Genetic Data Analyst,'" he continued. "With a PhD. I'm guessing that you're on one of the WashU genome teams. Human?"

THAT made her look up. The corners of her mouth twitched upward, and she regarded him with a bit of awe. "Disease," she answered.

"Cancer? Which type?"

Again she regarded him with wonder. No one, obviously, had enough knowledge to ask such questions. "Prostate," she answered.

"On behalf of the members of my sex, I'd like to offer our profound thanks." But now she fell silent yet again, studying her hands on her knees. He pulled the yellow pad back toward him and wrote, muttering loudly "All attempts at flattery and humor completely useless."

"I ... I'm sorry, Doctor," she began, faltering. "I ... um ... we really need to talk about how I'm going to pay for your services." She never looked up.

"There's really no need to worry about that now," he said confidently. "I accept all major medical plans. If you're part of the Washington School of Medicine, I'm certain that you're covered for whatever ills you might have."

"No," she said gravely. It had been the most emphatic word that she'd uttered since she'd met him. Still, she didn't look up at him. "No. I'm not going to let the school know that I'm seeking psychological help. I don't want ANYONE to know. I will not use insurance, or let anyone know that I'm seeing you. Confidentiality is fine ... but people have a way of finding out things, especially if there's a paper trail. Eventually, they'll know what I came to you for. No one would ever understand. It's simply too bizarre. I can't risk anyone ever knowing. We need to agree on some other form of payment."

"Other form?"

"I don't have any money," she said quietly.

That made him sit back and regard her in a different light. "Just so I understand who I'm dealing with here, Doctor ..."

"Please, call me Gail. It's important that you call me by my first name."

"Gail. All right. You can call me Richard. Now ..."

"No. I think I should call you by your title. We need to establish a psychological hierarchy."

"I'LL be the judge of things psychological!" he told her sternly. He sat back again and stared hard at the young, tall, pretty blonde sitting silently across from him for a long minute. He picked up the form again. "Okay," he continued with quiet authority. "Let me engage in a bit of earnest observation. You are probably the youngest PhD I've ever encountered. Twenty-three years old. Definitely the prettiest. You're a member of one of the best medical schools in the world, engaged in building a DNA model that's going to eventually save countless lives. Money should NOT be a problem for you ... and yet it is. Fame could be yours ... and yet you are one of the most introverted young women I've ever met. You are engaged in a profession where RESULTS is the most important thing ... and yet, when you have a personal problem, discretion is the overriding factor." He paused again. "It's time to tell me the reason you're here."

"First, we should agree on a method of compensation, Doctor."

"I'll decide what is first!" he said loudly, forcefully. She jerked her shoulders as if she'd been struck. He took a deep breath and continued in a calmer tone. "Whatever ails 'ye, young Gail, I can guarantee you that it's nothing new. I've been in this business long enough to believe that I've heard just about everything."

She took a shuddering breath. "I want you to make me fall in love."

He blinked. "Say what?"

"I consider myself pretty well read. I've always read at least two books a week. I've done that for as long as I can remember. I recall reading about a case in which a hypnotist took one of his subjects into such a deep trance that she was able to 'remember' past lives."

"You're talking about The Case of Bridey Murphy," he said, with a hint of exasperation. "There's no definitive evidence that her ability to see into the past was real."

"It doesn't matter," she countered, looking up at him at last. "My point is that she was placed into a hypnotic state that was much, much deeper than anything that had been tried before. Ultra-deep hypnotic trance is quantifiable. It's been done. It's possible."

"And you think that if I place you into such a hypnotic state, I can 'make' you fall in love?"

"I know you can," she said quietly.

"And what makes you think I can do that?"

"Because I KNOW you can," she countered calmly. 

That made him pause. He considered it philosophically. "You think that if you BELIEVE strongly enough, you can MAKE it happen," he said, almost as much to himself as to her.

"WE can make it happen. Yes."

Again, he sat back and regarded her for a long minute. Again, she couldn't meet his gaze, and let her own fall. Finally, he heaved a deep sigh. "Who's the lucky man?"

She gave her shoulders a uniform twitch upward. "It doesn't matter. YOU can pick someone."

"WHAT?!"

Once more, she jerked, startled. She looked helplessly up at him, and for the first time, tears sprang into her eyes. She opened her mouth to comment further, but obviously couldn't.

He couldn't think of anything to say for a long minute. "Alright, I HADN'T heard it all!" he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. He looked imploringly at her. "You want to fall in love, but you don't care who you fall in love WITH?"

"I know it sounds crazy," she said, trying to bring her tears under control.

"Okay. From the beginning, now. What's this all about?"

"We HAVE to talk about how I'm going to pay you first," she implored. "I'm in debt. I don't have any money to spend. It's one of the reasons I chose you ...." She stopped abruptly, as if she'd said something she shouldn't.

He narrowed his eyes. "And just why DID you choose me? What makes ME your first choice out of all the psychologists in the greater St. Louis area?"

"I read your profile on the internet," she said quietly. "It's because of who you are ... and WHAT you are."

"Oh please," he groaned. "Please tell me this doesn't have something to do with my race!"

"What?" she asked, truly startled. "Oh. No. No, of course not." She hesitated. "I chose you because you specialize in hypnosis. And ... um ... because you're single."

"Single?"

"Not married."

"I KNOW what 'single' means!" he shouted at her. "What difference does THAT make!?"

But now she was crying in earnest. Tears were streaming down both cheeks as she looked pleadingly up at him. "I. Don't. Have. Any. Money," she said, punctuating each word. "I KNOW that it's going to take hours and hours of private sessions to get me into a deep enough trance to do what has to be done. Secret sessions! Hours of them! What do you charge? A hundred an hour?" He didn't answer. "Two hundred?" Again, he sat silently as she wept. "I can't pay you! And so, I took what little money I HAD, and I bought these clothes ... in hopes that ... in hopes that I could look attractive to you. In hopes that you would find me ... find me ... desirable. Sexually."

"Oh, God, Gail," he muttered quietly.

Completely distraught, she pulled her knees up to her body, leaned over sideways against the arm of the plush chair in a fetal position, and sobbed bitterly. He let it go on for too long a period, and then he rose, snatched a fistful of tissues from a pop-up dispenser on the desk, and went to her side. He shushed her gently, laying a beefy hand lightly on her shoulder. He felt that he'd never been good enough at "soothing" patients. Finally, she sat up again, miserable, stabbing at her eyes with the tissues. Not knowing what else to do, he returned to his desk.

"Gail, you seem to have thought this all out beforehand. You MUST have known that I can't become emotionally involved with a patient."

"It doesn't have to BE emotional," she said quietly. "And I wouldn't BE your patient ... not officially. You could just see me as ... as a friend. It would just be an agreement between friends. You know?" She heaved a shuddering sigh. "That's what I THOUGHT, anyway."

He smiled and shook his head in wonder. "Let me get this straight. You want me to see you, as a friend, for hours of hidden, private hypnotherapy. You want me to MAKE you fall in love with a person of MY choosing. And then, in return, you want to give yourself to me sexually ... as a friend, of course, for ... what? Some set period of time?"

"Yes," she answered, a little more firmly, as if for the first time, she thought that he might actually go along with the scheme. "Something like a one-for-one hourly swap. If it took you, say, ten hours of hypnosis, then I could ... um ... be yours sexually for ten hours. You know? Or something like that." She sat for a moment in deep contemplation, her tears finally forgotten. "Or we could agree on two-for-one, since I don't have much experience." She blushed. "Well, actually, I don't have ANY experience. I've never actually BEEN with a guy, you know? I guess that you'd have to take some time teaching me. So, we'll make it two-for-one."

"Two-for-one," he said quietly, covering his mouth with his hand, trying hard not to laugh. He cleared his throat. "And what, exactly, would you let me DO to you during this little pay-back period?"

"Anything you want," she answered, earnestly. "Anything! I'll do anything you want!"

Again, he cleared his throat to avoid laughing. Was ANY girl really this innocent? He put on his most officious face for her benefit, wheeled his chair to the side, in front of his computer terminal, tapped a few buttons, and then started typing furiously. 

"Okay, I'll do it," he said, his typing never slowing. "I'm guessing that this is a relatively new concept for you ... something that you've just thought of today. Tell me what happened."

For the first time, she smiled brightly at him. "That's a pretty neat trick, Doctor," she said.

"What's that?" His typing never slowed.

"Typing one thing while you're saying something else."

"I teach a course at SLU, and this drives my students nuts," he said, matter-of-factly, his fingers never slowing. "Writing something on the board while saying something else. Not hard to do, but it keeps their attention. Now, tell me! I'm your doctor ... um ... friend ... uh ... friendly doctor."

She giggled, then grew sullen once more. "My mother left me again."

"Again?"

"She'd done it before. While I was still in high school, five or six years ago. She took everything. All the money, anyhow. She'd fallen in love with this dork from Paris ... France."

"I know where Paris is."

"She just took off. I was still a minor, officially, and the county wanted to stick me in a foster home. But I swung a deal with my counselors, since I already had enough placement credits to graduate early, PLUS skip my first two undergraduate years ... and I'd already qualified for a full ride at Mizzou, and so I just forgot all about her and moved right into a dorm, you know?"

He finally stopped typing and worked with the mouse for a moment. "Yes. I get the picture."

"And so, I got through school, there in Columbia, and then through grad school here, and when I got out, I moved right into the project I'd been involved with as a student; and they really wanted me, because my thesis caused this monumental stir where most of the big work was being done in Copenhagen ... Denmark."

"I know where Copenhagen is, Gail." The printer against the wall whirred into action. He got up and walked over to it.

"And then, six months ago, she just showed up again. She told me that she didn't have a place to stay, and so I let her move in with me. I could afford an apartment now, and I had an extra bedroom, and so I didn't really mind, because most nights, she didn't even come home. But I was never really around, either ... not during the days, you know? I really only SAW her once a week or so, when we'd go out for lunch, or something. She told me that she didn't have any money, and I really had more than I needed, you know? So I got her a credit card on my account with her own name on it. And then she told me that she wanted to help out more around the place, and so I let her mail the rent payments, and the utility payments, and the insurance payments. And I never really thought about it, you know?"

He returned to the desk with a single, printed sheet of paper and sat down again. "Yes, I know."

"And then ... and then this morning, she told me that she was leaving again. She told me that she'd fallen in love with this guy that had something to do with lumber up in Toronto ... Canada." She looked up, saw he was about to comment, and held up her hand to stop him. "Yes, I know. You know where Toronto is." She sighed. "She told me that her new lover needed money really bad, and that she just HAD to give it to him, even though it wasn't really hers to give, you know? And later, after she'd left, I got this funny feeling, and I started checking things out. And my credit card was maxed out ... right to the limit! And the rent hadn't been paid in THREE months! Or the utilities, or the insurance, or ANYTHING! And, it's going to take me months and months to get everything back together, financially."

"I'm sorry, Gail."

"But as she was leaving, we were sort of fighting. And I told her she wasn't acting very sane, you know? And she said: 'What do you know about it? You've NEVER been in love!' And then she walked out, and I sat down, and I thought about it. And I thought and thought .... And I just suddenly realized ... she was right! In high school, I'd only gone out on two dates ... and I was so nervous that I got physically ill! And then I absolutely refused. Never again! And I didn't. Not all through college, even though there were just two years of it. But I didn't mind, because I was so busy, you know? And grad school was just a blur. And now, I'm ALWAYS busy! I mean, I'm only suppose to work eight hours a day ... but right off the bat, I started working twelve. And now, everybody just assumes that's what I'm always going to do. 

"And Mother was RIGHT! I've never loved ANYBODY! Not once! Not ever! And now ... now I've just GOT to know what it's like! I HAVE to! Before I do anything else ... ever ... before I do one more thing, I need to experience it. And I've read romance novels! I KNOW that I'll probably just get a broken heart. But at least then, I'll know that I HAVE a heart to be broken! And so, I thought up this plan. And I want to DO it, Doctor." She was crying again. "Please."

He regarded her tenderly. "Gail, you don't need hypnotherapy. All you really need is to sit down and talk this out with me ... or any other expert in the field."

"Please," she repeated plaintively. "Please, Doctor? I just know this will work. I've thought about it and thought about it! I just know that ultra-deep hypnosis exists, and that you can put me in a trance that deep because I KNOW you can do it. I BELIEVE you can. And I'll let you do anything while I'm in a trance. Anything at all. And I'm prepared to pay in the only way I'm able. It's going to work, Doctor. Please?"

He sighed and slid the paper across the desk toward her, facing her. He put a pen on top of it. "Sign that," he told her.

Without hesitation, she signed the bottom of the paper and slid it back across the desk to him.

He gritted his teeth. "READ it!" he told her, controlling his anger. Once again, the paper slid across the desk's surface. She dutifully picked it up and read it.

I, Gail Abernathy, am hereby entering into this contract with my good friend, Richard Cordman, in order for him to provide certain services that I desperately need. I understand that Richard will place me under exceedingly deep hypnosis in order to perform these services. I understand that the hypnosis sessions are going to be numerous and time-consuming, and I promise that I will follow Richard's instructions to the absolute best of my ability while he does this. I understand that, as part of this ultra-deep hypnosis, Richard will compel me to fall in love with an individual of his choosing. This is what I want. This will take place during the coming long three-day weekend of January 14th. At the end of these sessions, but before I am compelled to acknowledge my love for this aforementioned individual, I will repay Richard by becoming his sex slave for a period not to exceed twenty-four hours. I really want this to happen. I desire Richard, sexually, and I long for his sexual control. I endorse this contract freely and of my own will and aspiration. 




The Contract Ch. 01



Yet again the contract slid across the desk. "Now YOU sign it," she told him.

This seemed to catch him completely off guard. "What good would that do?" he asked.

But now, she was meeting his gaze, seemingly without fear. Now, she realized that her dream was within her grasp. "Please, Doctor. I promise you that this is the last thing I will ask of you for the next three days."

He contemplated her; contemplated the contract; then picked up the pen and signed below her name.

And so it began.

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He rolled back his office chair and stood up. "Come here," he ordered softly, sternly. 

Without hesitation, she stood and walked around the desk to him, standing very close to him, staring up into his eyes, waiting expectantly. He stepped back a pace and rotated the swivel chair so that it faced her. "Sit down." She turned and did so. He pushed the chair toward the desk, so that she now occupied the position that he had so recently vacated. She felt his warmth in the chair.

Walking around to the front of the desk, he leaned forward and picked up the newly signed contract. He folded it twice and put it into the breast pocket of his sports coat. He then took a fresh sheet of paper, picked up the ink pen, and drew a single, straight line down its middle, lengthwise. He slid the sheet across the desk so that it sat directly in front of her, then switched on the desk lamp and fiddled with it for a moment. When he had finished, the lamp was shining a single spot of focused light directly on the center of the paper. 

"I want you to stare at the very center of that line," he told her. "Concentrate very hard, only on the very center of the line. I want you to relax your entire body, and focus your thoughts on the line."

She leaned forward and looked down at the page. "Are we going to do it now?" she asked in quiet awe. "Are you going to hypnotize me now?"

"I don't want you to say another word, please. Do not speak unless I ask you a question. Okay?"

"Okay. I'm sorry," she responded softly. She brought her left arm up and rested her forearm along her edge of the desk, leaning forward across it, so that her breasts were resting on it as she bent over the sheet of white note paper. Then, she rested her right elbow next to it, propping the side of her face with her palm, staring intently at the dark, thin vertical line.

He walked to the window and twisted a rod next to the edge, and the vertical blinds rotated shut, plunging the office into late afternoon dusk. The spot of light on the paper seemed to make it glow. "The line is very straight," he told her in a voice that was both strong and soft. "I've always had a knack for being able to draw a straight line. Not many people can do that, actually. The line is very, very straight."

"Yes," she whispered.

"Shhh!" he ordered softly. She didn't respond. "You are going to fall asleep, very soon now. You know that. You want that. You are anxious to take this first step, but you must be patient. Just look at the line. The long, straight line. Look only at the center of the line. Relax. Now, take a deep breath." He waited until she had complied. "Very good. Now another. Good. Relax, and clear your mind completely. Your mind likes to run on and on, just like the line, on and on forever. But now, I want you to concentrate only on the center of the line, and let your thoughts stop there. The line runs on and on, but that is of no consequence to you. You don't care about where the line goes ... on and on. Just let it go. Your thoughts have stopped there. Right in the center. Just let them stop. Just let them go. And don't worry about the line. On and on and on and on. Relax. Just let the line go. Just let your thoughts go."

She had allowed her head, still supported lightly by her hand, to lower closer to the page.

"As your thoughts stop in the center of the line, and as the line goes on and on and on without you, you will begin to feel at peace with the idea that the world is going on and on and leaving you here ... here in the center. And you know that's alright. Leaving you here, so relaxed, so peacefully calm and relaxed. Just like you do at night, when you go to bed, and you just let the world outside go on and on, just like the line is going on and on, while you empty your mind and wait for sleep to come. And you are SO tried at the end of such a long day. And without thoughts to hinder you, because you've let all of your thoughts go, and the world is going on and on without you, as you get SO sleepy now. So sleepy."

Her elbow was sliding outward, away from the paper, as her face lowered closer and closer to the page.

"Let go, Gail. Just let the world go. It's time to surrender. It's time to sleep." He paused for a long moment until the time was right. "Sleep!"

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"...six, seven, eight, nine, ten."

She blinked, confused, not sure, for a moment where she was. "Oh," she said, opening her eyes wide, trying to KEEP them open. "Oh, gosh."

"How do you feel?" he asked softly, so that she had to strain to hear his words.

"I ... um ... I feel ... sort of like when I wake up from a nap, but I haven't slept long enough. I feel ... um ...."

"Sleepy?"

"Yes. Sleepy," she mumbled. The room was dark. Was she still in his office? Yes, she must be. There was the sheet of paper, sitting on the desk in front of her.

"What do you see?" he asked. Somehow, he was standing just behind her. He was resting his huge, heavy hands on her shoulders, leaning forward behind her, whispering in her left ear.

"The line," she said softly. "I see the line."

"And what does the line make you do?" This time, he was whispering in her right ear.

"It ... um ... it makes me fall asleep."

"Yes. And it makes you SO tired, doesn't it?"

"Um ... yes. Tired."

"And SO sleepy. So sleepy." This in her left ear, again, so softly that she could only just hear it.

"Yes. Sleepy. Please?"

"Please what?"

"Please make me sleep. Please?"

"Sleep."

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"... eight, nine, ten."

She couldn't keep her eyes from rolling upward. "Oh ... oh, gosh. I can't ... um ... I can't wake up. What's WRONG with me? I'm so ...."

"So tired," he whispered in her left ear.

"Yes."

"So sleepy. So very sleepy."

She tried to blink, but her eyes wouldn't stay open when she wanted them to. "Yes. Sleepy. Why is it so dark? I can't see the line anymore."

"So sleepy," he whispered gently in her right ear.

"Oh, Richard. Please. Please make me sleep. Please?"

"Yes. Sleep."

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"... seven, eight, nine, ten."

It was dark. She was standing in the middle of the room. Was it still the office? Faint light was filtering through the blinds, but she couldn't make out anything. And she wasn't really standing, either. He was behind her, supporting her, his arms around her upper waist. Her arms were hanging, leaden, at her sides. She leaned back into him. He felt ... good. He was whispering in her ear.

"Tired ... Sleepy ... Sleepy .... Sleep!"

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"... nine, ten."

Her back was pressed into a wall, and his body was pressing into hers. Her arms were around his neck, and his hands were on her waist. There was light here, but it was unfamiliar. A hallway?

It was a burdensome effort to talk. "Oh, Richard. What have you done to me?"

"I'm not allowing you to completely wake up. Each time I take you back under, you go deeper than the time before. Deeper and deeper."

"Deeper and deeper."

"Yes. And now ...." He leaned farther forward, crushing her with his bulk, pressing his lips beside her left ear. "Sleepy. So tired. So sleepy."

"Please."

"Sleep."

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"... six, seven, eight, nine, ten."

She was sitting in the passenger seat of a strange car. He was behind the wheel. She blinked several times and tried to sit up straight, but she kept nodding forward. Apparently, they were stopped at a traffic light.

"Lean toward me, Gail. Do it now."

She tried, but the seat belt wouldn't allow it. She slipped the shoulder strap off while leaving the lap strap buckled up, and leaned steeply toward him. He did the same toward her, until his lips were against her ear.

"Sleep."

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",,, eight, nine, ten."

She was in bed, lying back against soft, downy pillows. The sheets were softer than any she had ever slept on. They felt absolutely marvelous against her bare body. She believed, for a brief moment, that that thought should be bothering her. He was leaning over her. Smiling down on her. She struggled to keep her eyes open, and tried vainly to smile back. He leaned down.

He's going to whisper in my ear again, she thought.

And he did.

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" ... four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten."

She finished counting, opened her eyes, and stretched languorously, yawning. She felt ... good. Great. Wonderful. And she thought: I'm naked.

She'd seen the fabric the sheets were made from before somewhere, and it took her a moment to recall. It was the stuff a baby's crib sheets are made of ... a soft cotton knit. Her nipples rubbed gently against the cloth as she shifted. Her arms were on top of the light blanket covering her, and she reached one hand up, and then down underneath the sheet to see if she was wearing panties. She wasn't. He's seen me, she thought to herself. He's seen all of me. The concept made her blush mildly, but no more. She belonged to him, she figured. She had signed a contract, more or less agreeing to do anything he wanted for the next three days. She knew sex would be a part of it. She should try to stop being so self-conscience. But of course, she wouldn't. She had always been shy. She always would be.

The room was strange to her, and yet somehow, it brought her comfort. There was a border of vines and flowers painted along the top of each beige wall, an urn of artificial roses on a table in the corner. Pictures adorned the walls, though the light was soft, and it was hard to see them properly. A woman had decorated this room, she realized. She shifted her attention to the bed she was in. It was a four-poster bed, deep and plush and soft. Slung across the foot of the bed was a thick cloth something ... at first she believed it to be another blanket, put there in case she got cold. But now, she rose from the high bed, pivoting to put her feet on the floor, and she found the thing to be a thick, soft terrycloth bathrobe. She slipped it onto her nude form and tied the cloth belt about her waist in a bow. It was too long, and dragged the ground slightly. It must be one of his robes.

She approached one of the pictures and stared at it in the soft light of the bedside lamp. It was a still-life of some flowers. There was another, very like it on the opposite wall. They were both done in oils. For the first time, she noticed a framed photograph on the bedside table, and she picked it up. It showed a pretty, dark-skinned woman, slender, physically fit, sitting in a straight-backed chair with children kneeling all around her. One child was standing, handing her a picture. Her head was thrown back in laughter, and all the children were laughing with her. She found it to be a marvelously interactive photo. It was the kind of picture that made you want to rush out and volunteer for something.

For the first time, she became aware of a delicious aroma, and she opened the door and padded barefoot down a short hallway and into the apartment's kitchen/dining room. It was a large room, brightly lighted, warm and cheery. He was hustling around happily, stacking a few dirty dishes in the sink. He smiled at her, but acted as if he was expecting her there. "Welcome back to the land of the living," he husked in his deep baritone. She sat on a barstool and watched him rinse a bowl and put it in the dishwasher.

"What's that amazing smell?" she asked, smiling back at him.

"Friday is Pizza Night," he answered. 

"You cook your own pizza?"

"Absolutely. Nothing but the best. And just the way you like it: thick crust, pepperoni, onions and green peppers."

She laughed. "Is there anything about me that you DON'T know?" she asked, pointedly.

"Lots. But I'm getting there."

She blushed and looked down. "What happened to my clothes?"

"Dress is in the closet," he answered, pointing toward the hallway. "Everything else is folded up in a drawer in my dresser. You'll get it all back when you leave."

"Do I really have to be naked, Richard?"

"You are NOT naked. That's my very best robe. But psychologically, if I can keep you at a physical and emotional disadvantage, I can manipulate you deeper, quicker. Professionally, I'm never allowed to do this, of course. But you insisted that we NOT be professional, didn't you?"

She blushed. "You've seen me."

He barked a laugh. "Oh, yes. Yes, I have." He stopped puttering and gave her his attention. "You are an incredibly beautiful woman, Dr. Abernathy."

She blushed even more. "Stop that! And anyway, that's not true. I'm gangly and skinny and clumsy, and my breasts are too small, and ...."

"Your breasts are fantastic," he said, trying to sound serious, but failing to control his look of humorous awe. "I have NEVER seen nipples like yours! They're really ..."

"Richard! Stop!" she squealed, laughing. She took a deep breath and sought frantically to change the subject; aware, for a few moments, only of her stiff nipples rubbing against the terrycloth fabric. "I seem to be calling you 'Richard' now. Am I mistaken that you've been taking liberties with posthypnotic suggestions?"

He grinned broadly. "Very good, Gail. I couldn't have 'good friends' calling each other by their titles all weekend."

"And just exactly where is our contract?" she asked.

"Good point." He walked over to his sports coat, which had been draped over a chair back and fished it out of the breast pocket. He unfolded it, smoothed it out, and slapped it against the refrigerator, using little magnetic flowers on each corner to hold it. "We'll just leave it here, in case we have to call in a lawyer for consultation."

She snickered, and was about to comment when a timer issued a loud ding. He whirled on the oven, opened it, and took out a steaming pizza pan. "Wine in the refrigerator," he said to her. "You like Chardonnay. I'll take Merlot, under that cabinet." He nodded to his left. "Wine glasses over the dishwasher." She found herself moving before she realized she was doing so ... following his directions, pouring the wine while he cut the pizza. He carried everything into the living room, gave her a tray with her plate on it, and aimed the remote control at the TV. They sat at opposite ends of the sofa and watched "UP," a Pixar flick. She immediately found herself immersed in the movie, the food, the wine, the comfortable setting. She never once thought about their strange arrangement until after the movie was finished. Glancing at the wall clock, she was amazed to find that it was after 11:00.

She stood. "Richard, I ... um ...."

But he was standing up with her, close to her. VERY close to her, so that she stopped speaking and looked up into his eyes. Slowly, he was lowering his face toward hers. He's going to kiss me, she thought. But at the last instant, just as she was pursing her lips, he slid his next to her right ear and whispered something.

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"... seven, eight, nine, ten."

His soft voice echoed from a distance, and she raised her arms above her head and stretched and yawned and smiled across the room at him as he stood in the doorway of the sunny bedroom. His beaming grin broadened suddenly, and she became cognizant that the bedclothes had slid down, baring her breasts, her long nipples pointing accusingly at him. She blushed and snatched at the sheet, pulling it upward, succeeding in covering only one of the pale globes, and blushing even more furiously as he laughed at her attempt at decency. 

"Get up!" he ordered. "Bathroom's the first door on the left. Bacon and eggs in twenty minutes." And he was gone.

Everything was her brand. Her exact brand of toothbrush, toothpaste, cleansing soap. In the shower, her brand of shampoo, conditioner. Her brand of razor, which she felt compelled to use on her legs and under her arms. She studied her pubic hair, and trimmed it, using the razor. He would be taking her soon, she knew. She would be giving herself to him ... trying hard to please him, sexually. It was part of the contract. And he wanted her. She saw it in his eyes.

The kitchen was a different place in the sunlight. He smiled brightly as she sat down at the table, trying to adjust the robe so that it wouldn't gap open at the top. "Coffee?"

"Just orange juice, please." She waited while he filled her glass. "Was that a date last night?"

"I think it was a date," he replied, dishing out her eggs. "Felt like a date to me. Did it feel like a date to you?"

"I've only had two dates," she replied. "In high school. I threw up after each of those."

He grimaced. "Then I guess it wasn't a date."

She pointed at a sliding glass door. There was a small deck beyond the door. And beyond THAT, off in the distance ....

"That's my apartment," she said emphatically, pointing.

"I told you your building was across the street from mine."

"Not just my building," she said. "That's my apartment! Right there. That one, on the third floor!"

"Yes," he said. Was he acting guilty about it? "I mentioned that I'd seen you before. Right?"

She looked back down at her food, and they ate in uncomfortable silence for a minute. Then, she felt compelled to keep the conversation going. From the table, she had a view of a wall she hadn't seen the night before, which bore a studio portrait of the same beautiful woman who graced the picture in the bedroom. "Is she your girlfriend?" she asked him, between bites.

His bright smile seemed to slip suddenly; pain flashed in his eyes for just an instant before he pasted the carefree expression back in place, obviously believing she hadn't seen the brief transformation. "That's my wife," he said, with a cavalier wave of his fork.

Piecing puzzles together was her profession. This one didn't take much mental gymnastics. If he was still with his wife, he wouldn't risk being caught with a blonde in the apartment. If he was divorced, he wouldn't have her picture displayed all over the house. Plus, his personal profile said "single." 

"You're a widower," she said quietly. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

He shrugged. "It wasn't a check-block on the form," he explained, refusing to drop the smile. She could see it in his eyes; he was waiting for her to ask the obvious question. She decided that she wouldn't do it, no matter how curious she was.

"She was very beautiful," she said, returning her attention to her food. "What was her name?"

He blinked at her. "Jasmine."

"She was a very lucky woman." She set her fork down and looked up at him, ignoring his open stare. "What are you going to do to me today?"

He blinked again. Started to speak. Cleared his throat. Took a breath. "I'm afraid it's going to be more of the same old drill for you. Asleep. Awake. Asleep again."

"Deeper each time," she said quietly.

"Yes. We should be close tonight. Tomorrow, I'll finish it. You'll be ready to fall in love after that."

"And then, I'll pay you for your services."

"That's what the contract says."

"Yes, that's what the contract says." She thought for a moment. "We don't have to wait, if you don't want. I could start paying you today ... tonight. I ... could do it in shifts."

He couldn't suppress the laugh. "Shifts? Christ, Gail, where do you come up with these ideas?"




The Contract Ch. 01



She shrugged. The robe slipped off of her left shoulder. "It doesn't make much difference, really. It hasn't escaped my notice that whenever you say 'Jump,' I do it without even thinking about it. You've done something to me. You've practically made me your slave. I'm virtually naked ... and yet I'm somehow almost comfortable with it. You whisper in my ear, and I melt into a puddle at your feet. You don't have to wait, Richard. You can have me anytime you want me."

He rose, and with a quick jerk, he snatched the one-page contract from the face of the refrigerator, the magnets all remaining in place. He slapped it down in front of her. "I do my part first," he said pointedly. "I don't expect any 'payment' until the job is done."

"Alright," she said in a small voice. "Have you given any thought to who the man is going to be?"

"The contract doesn't say anything about it having to be a man," he pointed out.

She sat suddenly erect, blinked several times, and looked down at the page. She couldn't stop her lips from moving as she read. "Aforementioned individual," she muttered. She looked up at him. "Richard! I never meant to have you make it a ...."

"It's not your concern," he interrupted. "The 'individual' has been left entirely up to me."

"But, I'm not a lesbian!"

"Gail, you're equating love to sex. For NORMAL people, sex is a natural follow-on to love. I guarantee you that if you love a woman ... really love her ... then sex will just follow naturally." He got up and walked around the table to her.

"But ... but ... it's not that I'm opposed to that sort of relationship for OTHER people. It's just that I'm not ... I'm not ...."

He was standing behind her now, and she froze as she felt his hands on her. Deftly, he slid the other half of the robe down her arm, and his huge, muscular hands were now resting on her bare shoulders. Skin against skin, flesh against flesh. He's touching me, she thought. He's finally touching me. She felt his breath against her ear, and her whole body began shivering in anticipation. "It's ... not ... your ... concern," he hissed softly in her ear.

And suddenly, it wasn't. "Not my concern."

"So tired."

"Tired."

"So sleepy."

"Oh, Richard ...."

"Sleep."

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"... eight, nine, ten."

"Oh, Richard ..."

"Sleep."

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" ... seven, eight, nine, ten."

She could hardly keep her eyes open. Oh, when would this ever end? She was sitting in a wooden armchair in front of the table, and the tabletop was covered with scattered sheets of yellow legal paper, scribbled notes scrawled all over them. She blinked, and found it almost impossible to make her eyes open again. She made out, upside-down, the word "Munchausen?" The word "Sadist" had been crossed out numerous times, almost angrily. "Masochist!" was underlined emphatically.

"Richard, what ...?"

But he was behind her. "Sleep."

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She heard numbers, echoing in her own mind, and she was able to force herself awake. Groggily, she looked up, and her heart swelled. Pieces of yellow paper were balled up and thrown savagely on the floor. The tabletop was still covered in yellow sheets, scribbles had been written, slashed across, corrections written above lines, words in the margins. Two broken pencils lay among the literary wreckage. Richard was bent above a fresh sheet, writing furiously. His head was resting on his left hand, the fingers laced in his curly, short-cropped black hair, as he poured all of his concentration into his writing.

"Richard, what's wrong?" 

He glanced up, startled. Then a look of wonder spread across his face, and he admired her, open-mouthed in awe. "Well, aren't YOU the surprising one?" he said, smiling. "You're stronger than either of us thought, little lady." 

And she watched in rapt silence as he dropped the pencil, raised his hand dramatically before him, his middle finger pressed against his thumb. "Sleep!" he ordered, and snapped his fingers.

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The Contract Ch. 01



Paul had reflected a lot since his divorce. He was not about to give up on sex at 53 years old; hookers and wanking were really not up to the job and there was absolutely no way he was going to set himself up to be cleaned out by another gold digging wife.

Whichever way you looked at it, a guy with a bit of cash built up was just a sitting target for the crazy legal system. As a very traditional bloke, Paul took his role as head of household seriously. He worked bloody hard and expected his wife's job to be helping him to do that by looking after the home and being there for him. Twice now he had seen a big chunk of his money walk off out of his life to women who had shared his bed and done some cooking, but had never contributed a penny to the household or ever earned a single thing while they were married to him.

A third marriage wasn't an option and casual girlfriends just didn't cut it. It was in a bar one evening chatting to an old friend that the solution presented itself. Tim was older than Paul and he had been widowed a while back. Not the most attractive guy and a bit too fond of the booze, Tim couldn't find a new soul mate until he signed up with a Thai bride organisation on the Internet. Sure enough, for a modest investment of time and money he had found himself a great lady, half his age who seemed very keen to please him. They had already married in Thailand and in a few weeks Paul was going back to Thailand to bring her home when she had a visa.

Tim was a good mate and Paul was so excited with his new lady that he wanted to show off. He invited Tim back to his place to have another drink and see his special video.

As soon as they were comfortable with a couple of cans Paul slipped a disc into his DVD player and there he was on the TV screen in a hotel room. The picture switched to a very pretty Thai lady wearing a lovely smile and without any delay Paul flopped his wrinkly little dick into her gorgeous mouth. She sucked, licked and worked his prick as if it was the only thing she had ever wanted and she finally got him to a reasonable half hard.

Paul moved her into position and fucked her hairless pussy for a few minutes before working his old tool into the cutest little asshole you could imagine. The girl was moaning and writhing in a way that was impossible to tell whether she was in discomfort or pleasure, but there was no doubt that Paul was enjoying himself. In the tight ass he got to a pretty good hard and then he suddenly grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face back onto the prick he had just slipped from her asshole. He gave her a few seconds of really hard face fucking before he grunted a bit and shot her a mouthful of watery old cum. Amazingly she smiled again and swallowed it right down.

Paul paused the video.

"There's plenty more of that. She does whatever I want and even says thank you."

"Lucky man" said Tim, but his mind was racing and all he wanted to do was get home and work on an idea of his own. He didn't want to puncture Paul's excitement, but he suspected that when she had her visa and was settled here her enthusiasm might go away. Was there a way to get over that? He thought there might be.

Tim just knew that he had the solution. Being a UK citizen, people from poor European Union countries could come to Tim in Britain as they chose. No problem about visas. The answer was obvious. Find the right woman, bring her to live with him in England, but not marry her. Tim had a lot more cash than Paul and there was nothing to stop him doing it. A girl needs to work for her living and he knew exactly how control gold diggers after his past experience.

A little bit of work on the Internet and exercising his credit card had Tim on a flight to Sofia within a few days. He was met at the airport by a British businessman who had been working in Bulgaria for some years on a range of projects.

Tim and Gordon exchanged enough pleasantries on the journey to Gordon's office for Tim to be happy to explain his proposal completely truthfully when they sat down to discuss his needs. It was straightforward. Tim wanted a widow, divorcee or maybe even an unmarried woman aged between about 30 and 40 . She must have at least a few words of English, show signs of being reliable and with a real wish to better herself as well as wanting to look after the interests of family members staying in Bulgaria. He would prefer a woman from a rural area where there were low living standards and not many opportunities for work.

The grin on Gordon's face broadened by the second. Not only was he going to get a nice fee for the easiest job he could think of, but he felt the joy of a fellow spirit in Tim.

"You know what." He said. " Apart from living here because I can make more money than I can at home, one of the best bits is that Hungarian women really know how to look after a man. They think it is their job to do it as well. There is none of your big mouth, big spend, bitches here."

They agreed that Tim would pay Gordon some fairly generous expenses up front and have a nice short holiday in Sofia. Gordon would set up a meeting with two or three potential companions in three days time and he would provide his own flat for Tim to carry out auditions, interviews or whatever he wanted to do to make his choice.

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Before he came to Sofia, Tim had hunted round the Internet to find some good places to check out. Bulgaria is not the most exciting country on earth and the bar scene and night life can be pretty dull. One thing which did catch is eye was a hardcore BDSM film producer. On his laptop he logged in again and messaged them from the 'contactus' page.

"Hi. British businessman in Sofia. Would like to meet to discuss marketing in UK and maybe possible business relationships. Please contact."

Tim never expected a reply, but he was a natural networker. Never miss a chance to make a contact, and what else was there to do anyway?

To his surprise, his email bipped within minutes and when he went to the inbox it was from KaneKlub.

"Auditions today. Join us I hour. Help choose."

The message was accompanied by a row of smileys and a mobile phone number. Within the hour Tim was knocking at the door of a warehouse in an industrial estate just outside Sofia.

While Tim got to know the man who ran the show, a camera man set up and five young women turned up over the next twenty minutes or so. Andrei explained that he had always wanted to be a film maker, but there was no way he could get anywhere with it in Bulgaria and he didn't have the resources to get to the US. One day he decided to give his wife a good whipping and he set up the camera so that he could keep an enjoyable record of his work and maybe show a few friends over a drink.

Once he had done that and thought it was a good job he decided to post the video on an amateur porn site. He was amazed at the result. He got thousands of hits and before long he had worked out how to sell clips and his wife was getting more whip welts than she had ever had before.

Now Andrei had formed his own film company and after a few small flogging films that had been a big success he was ready to move onto something bigger. The rented warehouse and the girls were the setting for a full length BDSM film to be made and Tim had made contact at just the right time to lend a hand.

Andrei advertised for young women to audition to star in the film. He had hundreds of applications from women who were desperate to make some money and who wanted to be in a film as well, even if it was porn. Most lost interest when they were told to view the clips of Andrei's wife screaming and crying under the lash being applied all over her body, but there remained enough who insisted that they could take it and wanted to star in the film. Andrei selected six of the best looking and most determined sounding young woman and invited them along today to audition. It seemed that one might have lost her courage and not turned up , but that was OK because he only intended to select the two best applicants.

Raising the temperature on the hot air blower, Andrei called the women together and asked to see their proof of age and current clean bill of health from the clinic that he had directed them to. As he checked the documents he told them to get their clothes off and that they would be staying naked for the next two hours. He asked each girl individually if she was still ready to be beaten, tortured and sexually used in the knowledge that if she was not selected for the film she would go away with only 100 euros and some very painful bruises. The two chosen women would get a contract worth 1,000 euros and the chance of taking part in future films. All of them agreed.

"OK guys." Said Andrei. "You ladies on your knees in a row. Before we start filming you can suck some dick to get us in the right mood and help me decide who I will most enjoy working with in the future."

He smiled at Tim and Bogdan and said:

"Come on gents. Time to try out the merchandise. Just remember girls, the audition starts now. The best cock sucker has a better chance of a good contract so get to work."

The three men had their pricks out in no time and five eager mouths opened and leaned forward in invitation to be used first. As the guys started to respond to the willing mouths and moved on to grab some hair and push into the throats, one of the women who had missed out who had missed out for first attention shuffled round on her knees and started licking Andrei's ass. The other unattended girl realised this was a good move and picked Bogdan for the same treatment I guess she thought that getting on the right side of the camera man might do her some favours.

Seeing the other men with two girls each seemed to make Tim want to get more out of his woman. He forced his good sized dick hard into her throat until she was gagging and gasping for air when he finally drew back. He turned and pulled her face close into his ass with a command to get her tongue to work.

Keen to see that his guest was made welcome, Andrei dragged the woman away from his ass and ordered her to suck Tim. After a couple of minutes of this, Andrei suggested a change round and they continued to swap until each man had tried all five mouths and they were all feeling close to the need to cum. At this point Andrei declared that he thought Mariya was the best sucker and suggested that all three of them should cum in her to see how good she was at swallowing.

Andrei shot a good, thick load of creamy cum into Mariya's mouth as everybody else looked on. After showing it on her tongue he told her to hold it in her mouth while Bogdan topped it up with another good quantity shot in without missing a drop. Her mouth was filling, but Andrei told her not to swallow until Tim completed her collection. Grabbing her blonde hair while he wanked the few strokes necessary, Tim positioned his prick closely to the goo filled mouth and blasted an excited load on top of the white pool.

Mariya's mouth was full to the corners of her lips.

"Swallow" Commanded Andrei. She closed her mouth and gulped down the sticky cum to a short round of applause from the three men. The women onlookers showed differing expressions of concern and anticipation. All wondered if Mariya now had the edge in getting selected and thinking of strategies to improve their own chances.

Andrei picked the smallest girl. She was barely five feet tall, very slim and just nineteen years old.

"These tits are tiny." He said, gripping her by a nipple and pulling her towards him.

"Could you take a riding crop on them?"

"Yes Sir. Yes I could. I can take anything."

"Anything Eh. That's a big claim. How do you know?"

"My boyfriend Sir. He canes me hard and he said I must not fail today."

"Have you had your tits caned?"

"Yes Sir. He ties them tight to stand out and then he canes them."

"What about your cunt?"

She blushed very pink and one or two of the girls sniggered. "Yes Sir. That too. Just a couple of times."

"Very good. We will see if his discipline is as tough as ours. Does your boyfriend fuck your ass or piss in your mouth?

"Yes Sir, he fucks me there, but not the other thing."

"Well I need a piss right now. Who wants to show her a new trick?"

Two of the women immediately said yes and put their hands up as if in school.

"Please Sir" one continued. "I love to serve in this way. My husband uses my mouth for this. I can do it."

"Remind me what your name is."

"Rayna Sir."

"OK Rayna is the urinal today. You will make yourself available to all three of us whenever you are needed. OK."

"Yes Sir.

"Come here."

Rayna shuffled forward on her knees until she was right in front of Andrei. He put his limp dick close to her open lips and after a few seconds a stream of yellow piss started filling her mouth. Before it overflowed he stopped and Rayna swallowed. Andrei continued in the same way until he was finished. All the time the small girls face was very close and she stared with wide eyes as the other woman was used as a urinal.

When he was finished Rayna showed how accustomed she was to such treatment by sucking the drips from his prick and quickly cleaning him with her tongue.

Andrei went to a table and collected some things from it. He showed the small girl a wooden post and told her to get up and go to it. Andrei handed a riding crop to Bogdan and a leather flogger to Tim before going to the post. He secured the girl's wrists to a pair of cuffs and fixed them to the post above her head. With her back to the post he then fixed he ankles to a spreader bar so that only the balls of her feet and toes were touching the floor.

"What is your name?"

"Violeta Sir."

"OK Violeta. You said you can take anything. Now we will find out if that is true. We are going to start with a front whipping, just to warm you up."

"Tim, please give her twenty strokes from her tiny tits, down past her belly to her cunt."

All the women had removed their pubic hair before they came as instructed by Andrei in his communications. He did not want them to have the slightest protection from punishment or the least covering of their nakedness. As Violeta wriggled her small body against the post, the teenager looked completely vulnerable and as helpless as she was.

Tim moved over. He was already erect again and he felt some discomfort with his very stiff prick pressing against his clothing. He was very eager to mark this pretty, little body, but he was hesitant to start. He flicked the flogger onto his hand a couple of times to judge the weight of it. He lined up his arm and swung the flogger to get a good strike straight across her tits.

Violeta winced and shuddered, but did not cry out. Thin red lines showed themselves on her pale skin. There was a distinct thrill through Tim's body as he looked at what he had done. He raised his hand and brought a harder stroke down across her belly.

At this point Andrei told the other women to call out the number of strokes to save Tim the need to remember.

Tim's next stroke lashed the bald cunt and upper thighs. There was a little squeal from Violeta at the same time as a chorus of 'three' was called out by the four girls anxiously looking on.

After eight strokes, the whole of Violeta's front was red with purplish welts raised in places where the flogger had made contact on already damaged flesh. With each stroke she was now crying out a little and tears trickled down her face. At this point Tim decided that he needed a bit more freedom of movement and undid his trousers to let his prick spring out. Andrei said that he thought it was a good time for them all to get naked and be free to get into the audition more fully.

As Tim continued, Andrei had his prick in a girl's mouth with another licking his ass while he watched. The other two women took the hint and did the same for Bogdan who struggled to keep concentration on his camera work at the same time.

Unable to carry on calling out the strokes because their mouths were occupied, the four women were relieved of the requirement to call strokes and Andrei instructed Violeta to do it herself. Despite her tears and pain, she remembered the instructions her boyfriend had given her. She did not want to go home to more beating and she managed to struggle out each stroke number correctly.

With the twenty strokes complete and Violeta criss crossed with livid marks, Andrei unhooked her wrists from the post. And she slumped to her knees. If she had hoped for some relief, she was wrong. Easily picking up the small body, Andrei hooked the centre ring of the spreader bar to the post and hung her upside down with her legs spread wide. It was just possible for her to relieve the pressure on her ankles by pressing her hands on the floor.

"Now Bogdan. I will take the camera while you give the little lady ten strokes of the crop on her juicy cunt."

Before he could start, Bogdan needed a piss. He called Rayna over and when he had finished Tim immediately took his place to give her another bladder full.

For the cunt cropping, the four women were ordered to stand close by and watch. Bogdan was a very experienced Master who had been Andrei's first colleague. They had used each others wives and got together often to think up new ways of disciplining, exhibiting or humiliating their women. He did not hesitate to start the pussy torture and the women were again instructed to call out the strokes. Before their eyes, Violeta's cunt lips swelled, reddened and oozed to the sound of screams, the thwack of the crop and the crisp call of the stroke number until the tenth was delivered and She was taken down.

Andrei removed the bar. He told Violeta to get on her hands and knees ready for the ass caning that he was going to give her, but before that he was going to give her hot, swollen pussy a bit of a fuck. The feel was just amazing as he forced his prick into the hot and damaged flesh of her tight cunt. There was not too much time to spend on this though, there was work to be done. Andrei got to his feet and gave Violeta twenty strokes of the hardest caning she had ever received. Half way through he asked her if she could carry on and she whimpered that she could. There was no way that she was going to let her boyfriend down.



The Contract Ch. 01



Chapter 1 - Past Events

Janice Adams awoke that July morning feeling out of sorts. Her husband, Jim had left for work at 7.30 as normal.

Her daughter, Jenny, at sixteen was developing into carbon copy of her statuesque mother. She was 5ft 8" tall, blonde and had the same 36" breasts and trim waist as her mother. She was up and preparing her school trip.

Janice knew she should get up and make sure Jenny had all her gear together, she was about to set off on a school trip to France for week long exchange visit, but she was feeling so lazy this morning. She lay for another ten minutes luxuriating in the knowledge that she had not got to go into work that day, then stirred herself and arose, pulling a thin dressing gown over her naked body. 

She could still feel the discomfort in her nether regions and remembered how her husband had taken her anally last night. It was not something he wanted very often and she smiled to herself as the memory of how he had first worked her body like a fine instrument, bringing her to the brink time and again until she begged him to make her cum. She put her memories aside for now¸ thinking maybe I will get back to them later. 

She checked that Jenny had packed everything on her checklist for her trip and said her goodbyes with a tearful hug and watched as Jenny quite calmly ran down the path and into her neighbour's car. Her neighbour's daughter was also going on the trip, so when she had offered to collect Jenny as well, she readily agreed. There seemed no point in them both getting snarled up in the melee of the departure from the school.

Once Jenny had left, Janice made herself a cup of coffee and her thoughts returned to the events of last night. 

Jim was a sales representative for an engineering company located in Bristol and she knew that he was having a very tough year. The recession had hit his sector particularly hard and he badly needed to secure some new business.

Last evening Jimmy had come home excited about a new prospective customer and during after dinner drinks he told her his news. The new prospect was Andy Pearson of Pearson Engineering Limited. Jimmy had been cultivating this company for several years, but so far without any success. That was until today when Andy Pearson had contacted Jim and informed him that they were preparing a tender and would Jim's company be interested. Jim assured him they were very interested. 

Andy told him they would like to make a site visit to his company's premises to meet with the senior management and inspect their production facilities. The meeting was set for the Monday of the following week and Andy asked Jim's advice about hotels near the factory as he intended to stop over that evening before travelling to inspect another potential supplier. 

Jim finished telling Janice of these events and told her that if he could land this contract it could kick-start his year as well as take up most of the spare production capacity they had available. 

Janice asked Jimmy about this guy Andy Pearson, what he looked like, where he was from.

Jimmy gave her as much information as he had. 

Andy was around their age and was tall at six foot plus, slightly overweight. He looked a bit battered around the face due to a badly set broken nose. Jim said Andy had told him it had been broken so many times playing rugby that he had given up getting it professionally reset until he had hung up his boots. Pearson Engineering was his father's company and that Andy was now in charge of procurement. The company specialising in sub assemblies for the aerospace industry and that they were based in Manchester.

Jim asked, "Why all the questions?"

Janice hesitated before replying, "I think I may know him, that's all."

"How could you possibly know him?" he asked.

Janice again hesitated before saying, "It's a long story. You know we have never really talked of our lives before we met and this all happened when I was at the University of Manchester. Are you sure you want to know the details?"

Jim was confused by her response, he knew she had been to university in Manchester and that she was not a virgin when they got together, but he was not unduly worried about her life before then. As far as he was concerned, what happened before they started going out together was in the past and in the eighteen years they had been married, he had never had any reason to enquire into her life before they met. 

Her response had him intrigued, so he asked, "If you want to tell me about how you came to know him, I'll listen. It may have a bearing on my meeting next week and give me an insight into how he operates."

"OK," she said. "During my first year at Uni, I stayed in Halls and had a roommate, Sheila. Sheila was a bit of a party girl and used to drag me along when she needed someone to help out on a double date. It was as a result of one of these dates that I met Andy. His nose wasn't broken in those days and he swept me off my feet. I thought he may be the one, he was charming, smart and great company. He was not staying in Halls, but in a two bedroom flat he shared with his cousin, Jake. They were both undergraduates and were a year ahead of me. Anyway, he and I became an item and our mutual attraction grew to a point where we were both ready for the next step."

She paused for breath and continued, "During those early months, I found out all about his family, their business and the fact that he was fairly well off. One night we were in his flat and when he tried to get his hands into my panties, I did not stop him as I always had before. I loved it as he caressed me between my legs and quickly brought me to orgasm. I let him undress me and he soon joined me, naked on the bed. He was surprised when I explained that I was a virgin and asked him to be gentle and he told me to lie back and relax. He was patient and waited until I was fully aroused before he started to push his cock into my sopping pussy. There was some resistance at first and it hurt, but the pain swiftly faded as he slowly started to make love to me. I would like to say he made me orgasm that first time, but I was too nervous to really enjoy it. He came inside me and I was terrified for a moment that he might have made me pregnant as we had not taken any precautions! I did a quick mental calculation and realised that I should be in my safe period so it was with some relief that when he started to make love to me a second time that evening I was more relaxed and started to cum as he picked up the pace. We both fell asleep, our arms entwined."

"After that we were inseparable and took every opportunity to make love. I had seen the doctor and went on the pill, so we had no worries on the unwanted children front. As we grew closer, I really thought he was the man I would marry. I even met his parents quite often and found them to be friendly. I was worried that they would see me as a gold digger after their son's inheritance. At the end of my first year, we faced up to the fact that we would be separated during the summer break, he was working for his father learning about the business and I had a summer job waiting in Bristol."

She reached for her drink and took a long swallow before continuing, "We corresponded by mail and phone all that summer, remember there were no mobile phones or E.mails in those days, so it was quite difficult to keep our relationship together, but Andy surprised me one weekend when he just turned up on my parent's doorstep. My parents were a bit reserved about this man but could see I was in love with him so they made up a bed in the spare room and that's where he spent the nights. I waited until I was sure my parents were asleep before joining him. We had to be very quiet so the love making was subdued, but we must have made some noise as I heard my father moving around at one point. He went to the toilet and returned to bed without disturbing us. The fact that we nearly got caught, added excitement and before long I had managed to get Andy's erection back in all it's glory and this time it wasn't love but sheer animal lust that drove us to our climax."

"Come September, I returned to Manchester but this time moved in with Andy and his cousin. It was freshers week when all the new students get acquainted with the campus and generally party before the serious work begins. We were at the Students Union along with some of our friends when somebody put my name up and I was called out to take part in a wet tee-shirt competition. I refused, but Andy urged me on. I reluctantly took my place along with five other girls. We were taken back-stage and handed our tee shirts and told to get changed. I watched the other girls and as they quickly stripped their jeans, tops and bra's off and put on their tee shirts. Mine must have been several sizes too small, but long enough to reach mid thigh. I noticed that the ones other girls had similar shirts, so we just got on with it."

"We paraded in front of the now packed bar with the whistles and cat calls echoing around us. I found myself getting turned on at the thought of so many men watching and lusting after my body. We were pulled onto a makeshift stage and then the fun started. We were all literally soaked to the skin with sponges soaked in freezing cold water. This naturally had the effect of making my nipples stick out and the shirt became almost transparent revealing my dark areoles and hard nipples to everyone. The crowd kept chanting for us to pull up our shirts and as the first girl did so the cheers resounded. In turn, we each performed the task revealing our breasts to all and sundry. What I did not realise until later was that my panties were also soaked and transparent revealing my pussy to their lustful gaze as well. No wonder the cheer for me seemed louder than the others. We quickly returned to the changing area, dried off and changed back into our street clothes. 

"Andy was all over me and I him, I was so turned on that when we got back to the flat I had his cock out and in my mouth in the entrance hall before we had even closed the door. I was sucking away like mad when a cough interrupted our passion. It was his cousin Jake. He was standing there naked with his cock now growing more erect as we tried to cover our embarrassment. Andy just smiled and pulled me closer with his hands on the back of my neck. I had no option, I had to swallow as he came so hard. I could not contain his cum and some leaked out and down my chin. Jake got a tissue and instead of handing it to me, he carefully wiped my face and neck. I was still kneeling there and his erect cock was only inches from my face. I felt Andy push me down towards Jake's cock and instinctively I opened my mouth to welcome his erection. As I sucked him off, Andy was slowly undressing me and started pulling on my breasts and nipples. I could hardly breathe, the depravity of what was happening turned me on, I was going to get fucked by two men in one night!"

She looked at Jim and asked, "Do want to know the rest?"

Jim nodded and said, "I would never had guessed you were capable of such wanton behaviour."

"Oh," she replied, "I went a lot further than that. 

"After Jake came, they picked me up and we went into the bedroom and they started on me again. I had never been so completely fucked as I was that night. It seemed as though they fucked me all night long. In the morning, I was ashamed of myself and I cried and cried. Andy held me and told me it was all right, he loved me more than ever. He told me he just loved watching me as I fucked his cousin and hoped this would not be the last time."

"I was not sure that I wanted a repeat and said so. Jake was also pretty embarrassed about it and made a point of not being around when we were in the flat." 

"Over the following couple of weeks, Andy kept pushing me to accept another man in our bed, but I resisted until one night I had too much to drink and found myself in bed with Andy and I one of his rugby mates. I am ashamed to say, I enjoyed the attention and had so many orgasms that I lost count. After that, it became part of our weekend routine, we would go out, I would be plied with drink and end up in bed with Andy and one of his mates."

Jim topped up her drink and asked, "How did it end, did you finish it or did he?"

"It ended," she said, "when one night Jake approached me in the Union and asked if he could have a word in private. We went outside and Jake told me that Andy was planning a gang bang with me as the bang. He told me that Andy had lined up the gang and I was further astonished when Jake said that he was charging them £20 quid each for the privilege of fucking me!"

"I was angry and disbelieving at first, but I went ballistic when he told me that the other men I had been entertaining had also paid for my favours. Furious, I stormed into the Union, walked up to Andy and punched him straight on the nose. I think I was the first one to ever break his nose. He was so surprised that it took him a minute before he tried to get back at me, but was held back by Jake and some of the others. He had blood streaming down his face and was so bemused by my attack that he just stood there and took it as I verbally assaulted him. He tried to deny it but he just looked too pathetic to be convincing, so I told him we were finished and walked out to cheers from some of the observers."

"So that's it then, I was turned into an unknowing prostitute by him. If you want to do business with his company, it's up to you, but I would advise you to check any contract document very carefully, particularly any penalty clauses. He is a devious, unscrupulous bastard and I never wish to meet him again!"

Jim took her in his arms and held her, he said, "Janice, I cannot turn down the business opportunity his company presents, there are too many people dependant on me securing this work. I will promise you this though, if we are successful, he will be a client like any other, but I will not be inviting him to any corporate entertainment events that we support."

"I understand the business needs must come first, but it all happened a long time ago and I have learned to live with it. I found my true love when I met you, it's just that when you mentioned his name it all came flooding back. Just make sure that he never learns that I am your wife, for if he does, he will try to use it in some fashion to get his own back. He was never the forgiving type."

"Now," she said, "are you going to take advantage of our daughter's absence and fuck me every which way or not?"

Jim smiled and taking her hand led her to bed where he tried his best to meet her demands.

*

I am not sure whether to continue this tale or not, constructive comments welcome.



The Contract Ch. 01



"Do you think we will be able to pull this off Sam?"

"I hope so for his sake Becky. I'm still a bit gun shy you know. I've never allowed a client to fall in love with me, so I may have some tendencies to pull away. You may have to help me out time to time in that."

"I will. I will make sure that he falls hopelessly in love with you Sam. You'd better beware of that. John in love is a powerful and caring man. He just may sweep you off your feet you know."

"I doubt it...but I'll sure let him think so that's for sure."

"Will you leave him at the end of the year then?"

"I...I don't know. To be honest I had planned on it, but it may take more than a year to get him over you. I will stick with it, out of respect for you and your wishes Becky, no matter how long it takes."

Tears began to fall from her eyes. I had moved her with my little speech.

"Thank you Samantha. You truly are a good person at heart."

"Don't think that. Don't ever kid yourself or delude yourself. I'm in it for the money, but I always have done the job right. It's how I am. I will make sure John is okay before I ever pull away. That's part of the job...don't cha know?"

And so, John's and my life became intertwined. He was unaware of course of his wife's plans, but in the end it was going to be a wild ride.



The Contract Ch. 02



My name is Rebecca. I am a married woman, with three adult kids. My husband John and I have been together since high school. We were married the day after high school graduation, and we have been very happy all these years. We've had twenty-four happy and wonderful years so far, but our time is short. Rather, my time is short.

You see, I'm dying. I have several kinds of cancer in my body, and any one of them would be lethal to me. My doctors have given me four to six months to live now. It's strange you know, I don't feel all that sick at times, just some pains here and there. I do have times when I am so sick I can't even think straight, but mostly I am able to get out and about still. They have told me that in a couple of months that won't be the case, so I'm getting out as much as I can now, while I still can.

I suppose a little background in my life would be helpful to you all, because when you hear the rest of my story, you will think I've gone off the deep end. I know of two people who think that right now anyway. They are beginning to come to an understanding of why and I think they are at least giving me the benefit of a large doubt.

John and I met in high school. We dated, and I can tell you that even on the first date with him I knew he was going to be my husband. I loved him way back then. We were together all through high school, and then we got married the day after graduation.

We both went to college, and some may think that a married couple going to college like we did was impossible, but we managed to get it done. You see, what John wanted in a degree meant that he had to go to a certain school. What I wanted in a degree meant that I had to go to another school. We both went to college, but they were four hundred miles apart.

Suffice it to say that our marriage has always been quite unorthodox. We went to college, married, yet apart. We got together on weekends and on holidays. During the summers we lived together and worked to make enough money to support us during the school year. We loved each other and at times this kind of separation was so hard on us. Still, we managed to keep it all together without straying and we also managed to keep our love for each other pure too.

We both graduated college on the same day, so when that time came our families came to each of our ceremonies. His parents to his, my parents to mine. Our parents both filmed the whole day, and we got both films blended together into one great one. Yes, you could say that our marriage started out quite unconventional. 

Our love for each other was so strong though, we managed to not be tempted or stray. We did have great sex when we were able to get together, and at times our friends thought all we ever did was fuck, fuck, fuck. Truth be known, we did do a lot of fucking. We also made love. Lots of love. 

By the time we were twenty-three years of age we had both graduated college with our four-year degrees. We had three kids when I walked down the isle at my graduation.. It wasn't really planned that way, but we had been making love so often I still think to this day that we just overwhelmed the contraceptive we were using. Yes...we had sex a lot when we could get together.

We ended up having three kids back to back, all within the four years we went to college. It was hard on my body, but I recovered my original shape and form after each child. It was also very hard on my schooling. I managed to keep up though. My mom helped a lot that was for sure.

John's career flew and he was doing very well by the time our kids got into high school. I had worked off and on through the years, and had a career of my own then too. Our kids went out on their own the year I turned forty-one. The following year I was diagnosed with the first cancer.

It devastated me, but it also hit John very hard too. You see, I had always taken care of half of everything around the house, and we had always been so close. Closer than most married couples usually were. People had commented on that fact lots of times in the past. I could see it in John's eyes time to time, especially when we got the word that I was dying and nothing could be done for me. 

John spent weeks fighting that, taking me to doctor after doctor, clinic after clinic. Finally, I just had to stop him. He had lost reason at some point and in his push to save me, he was driving himself into an early grave. We had a long talk about things, and he finally saw that I was too tired to fight it anymore. I wanted to use what little time I had left just loving my family.

That's when I began to worry about John more seriously. He had taken to staying up late some nights, and just staring into the fireplace. I watched him night after night, withdrawing into a shell. I could see in my husbands' eyes, that about the time I died, he was going to too. I couldn't allow that. It was bad enough that I'd never see my grandkids, but there was not one chance in hell I'd let John waste away and die too. I figured that I would need to find him a replacement for me. So I began to think and look around.

Have you ever thought about trying to find your spouse a replacement for you? I mean, you love them, and want to be with them forever, but you know you can't. You also know that they need someone. There are so many people out there in the world that are like John, People who need someone in their lives. I saw that I had my work cut out for me.

At first I tried some close friends. That was a mistake. Huge. John caught on what I was doing and read me the riot act. In no uncertain terms he told me he loved me and I was the only woman he'd ever love. I knew that from then on I'd have to look elsewhere for a replacement for me. That's when I thought of using an escort. 

I thought an escort would be higher class and maybe safer for my husband. I had thought about a hooker from 'that' part of town, but one day as I drove past some I realized that John would never buy into any of them having some kind of connection with me. So, I gave up on using a hooker. 

Then I watched a movie one night and realized that I needed to get an escort or call girl. Someone who was discreet, not so flagrantly open about what they did. Someone who had class and could pull off the acting job that would be required of them. I began to call around while John was at work, and found a couple of places. I interviewed more than a few escorts before finally finding one I thought would be able to work out.

Samantha is a very beautiful woman. Far more beautiful than I, and she also has a body to die for too. Of course, she hadn't had three kids and a full life of raising those kids and a husband either...but still, I wanted someone like her in looks at least, for my husband. He deserved only the best.

Our interview was interesting in that she was the first one to question my whole idea openly and honestly. I had not gotten to the part about the money with the others as most of them had dismissed me right away. I paid them for the time they had spent and moved on. I'm sure they figured I was 'off' by quite a bit.

Samantha on the other hand listened and then asked questions. As we went on I realized that she was probably my best bet. She was thoughtful, respectful, and I could sense a need in her too. She wanted to be loved. I decided to play on that feeling, and rope her into my plan. The more I got to know her the more I knew she was the perfect choice. I also got to thinking that she was going to do this for me, not just for the money as she often threw in my face.

Am I nuts? Maybe, maybe not. I love John so much though, and I want to be sure he has a good life after I am gone. So, my plan had been worked out between Samantha and I, and it was running now. In some ways I was excited. After all, I was going to get to choose the woman that would be in my husband's life, for better or worse now.

"Honey, I heard from an old college friend today. She's in town and wants to meet up with me."

"Oh yeah? That's great Becky. How long is your friend in town for anyway?"

"I'm not sure. She's on a buying trip right now, and could be here for a week or more. She really wants to spend some time with me, catch up on old times and all that you know."

"Well, you know that she's welcome to stay here with us if she wants. We have three empty bedrooms upstairs and the guest room down here."

"Thank you John. You are a wonderful husband, do you know that?"

"Oh Becky, I just want...I mean...You need to have your friends close now...I..."

"I know John. This is all hard for both of us. I'm worried about you too you big lunk. I worry that you'll just sit around and rust after I...I'm...gone."

"You don't worry about that Becky. I'll be okay. I promise."

I could see it in his eyes. He was lying through his teeth. I had seen him looking over papers and things, working out who gets what, so I knew he had some plan to end his life shortly after I died. Why else would he be going through the wills that we just had redone two months ago? Why else spend great amounts of time writing things down for the kids?

"John, you have to promise me, you will find someone else after I'm...gone."

"Becky, no. I don't want to go into conversation again. I'll be fine. I promise."

"No, you won't John. I know you. I know what you're planning to do too. You can't fool me. I've been your wife for too long to not see that you are thinking of doing something very, very wrong. You have to promise me on your honor that you will survive and live on after I'm gone. You will find someone else."

"Rebecca, I am not interested in anyone else. I have you and you're all I've ever needed."

"Yeah? Well I'm about to leave your ass. I'll be gone and you won't have me. You need someone in your life John. You have a lot of years to live yet, and you will have grandkids soon too. I want you to promise me you will try John."

"Rebecca..."

"DON'T REBECCA ME BUSTER. You WILL find someone else. You WILL or I'll...I'll...I'll come back an haunt you for the rest of your life."

"Becky...please."

"Promise me John."

"Becky...I don't want anyone else."

"I know that John. I also know you NEED someone. You NEED someone in your life. PROMISE ME."

"Okay...I promise."

"Louder...I didn't hear you."

"I PROMISE. ALLRIGHT...HAPPY NOW?"

"Don't get mad honey. I do love you. I am only looking out for you. I need you to be there for our grandkids one day. I need you to be there for our kids when they need us some day. Can't you see I am worried about you John?"

"I know...I'm sorry Becky. It's just that you...leaving like this...it's hard on me. I know that's a selfish thing to say since you're the one that's dying, but..."

"John, I know your heart. I know your mind. You're worrying me so much. I want you to be happy after I'm gone. You need to start over and that is never easy, but I want you to. Please? For...me?"

"Oh god...Becky...I love you so much...I can't lose you. I don't want you to go."

He hugged me tightly to his warm strong body. I hugged him tightly to me too. We had always had each other now we were faced with this...separation. Permanent separation. I was afraid of course, of dying. Nobody alive knows absolutely what's on the other side. I didn't want to die. I wanted to live...but I also knew that the facts were I was dying and nothing would change that for me.

In spite of everything I could feel that familiar tingle deep inside. I was getting turned on. I had always been someone that could fire up with just a touch, and John's holding me like he was lit off that fire rather easily.

"So...you uh...got a salami in your pocket or are you glad to see me?"

"What?"

"I need you John."

"I'm here for you Becky. I'm always here for you."

"JOHN...I NEED you. You know...need?"

"Oh...right now?"

"Is there any better time?"

I started to undo the buttons on his shirt as we talked. He was still trying to come to grips with the sudden change in me, and I could tell that he was reluctant to do anything sexual with me. He had gotten that way thinking I guess, that sex was painful for me or something. It wasn't. Well, not yet. I still had the same old desire...matter of fact my desire seemed to have gone wild lately. Maybe having only so much time left causes one to want to enjoy things more?

John had pulled back momentarily, but I kept my grip on his body, and managed to get his shirt completely unbuttoned. He was giving me a strange look, but in my need I ignored it. I wanted him. I wanted his long hard cock in me. I wanted to feel that tingle and all the different things I felt while his hard cock stroked in and out of my body. 

The more I thought about his cock and how it felt inside me, the more I needed him. He was staring at me now, confused.

"John...I know this isn't usual...but I'm so horny. I need you. Please? Please? Don't make me beg John. Please don't make me beg."

"But...I might hurt..."

"NO YOU WON'T John. I need you, can't you get that? I may be dying, but I still need things like sex you know? Come on John, don't make me beg you. Take what is rightfully yours'. FUCK ME."

I saw a fire in his eyes as I yelled at him. I had rarely been so aggressive, and here I was acting completely out of character. Maybe it was due to my plan coming to fruition. Maybe I wanted to be sure that he remembered me afterwards...when Samantha was with him. I don't know. What I did know was I now had a deep burning desire to get fucked by my man. I wanted to feel him in me, and I wanted to taste him and smell him. Most of all, I wanted to be loved by him.

John grabbed me up in his arms and strode through our house right to our bedroom. Almost throwing me on our bed he stripped off his clothes. Naked, I could see that he still had a great body. He worked out often, and kept in shape.

Taking one of my arms in his hands, he gently began to strip off my clothes. I stood up beside the bed, and with my back to him, he finished removing my bra and panties. Both naked, I could feel the heat from his body as his arms went around mine. His touch was electric. My nipples were standing out hard and begging to be sucked and pinched.

John's fingers began to play down my throat to my chest. Soon my nipples had their wish, as both of John's hands were now on my chest, his fingers playing with my nipples. I felt him kissing my neck, his hot lips caressing just below my hairline.

I felt a flood of my juices begin to seep out. I hadn't been so horny ever it seemed like. His hands were still on my breasts, cupping them, fingers pinching my nipples, and I moaned. Loudly.

"Oh...God...that feels so good John. I need you. Take me."

"Wait baby. Wait. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do. I want to take our time."

"Yesss...yes...take our time. Oh...God...that feels so good. You're so hot...so warm...I'm...I'm...all wet John. I'm wet wanting you. Feel me...See how wet I am. Feel my need."

My words enflamed him. I felt his erection pressing into my back. I also felt my little butthole throb. I wanted him there. It had been a while since we last had anal sex, and I wanted him there tonight. I would get my desire quenched in John tonight.

I wiggled my hips slowly, pressing back into his hardness as I did. He was hard as steel, and I could feel his cock throbbing between my ass cheeks too. I turned my head back and up, seeking out his lips. As he kissed me, he took one of his hands and slipped it between my legs. I came just as his fingers splayed over my wet pussy. He held me to his body, steadying me.

I heard worry in his voice...

"Becky...are you all right?"

"Oh baby...I'm more than all right. I just came. I just came at your touch. I want to cum again too. Please John...make me cum all night long."

"Your wish is my command Goddess."

John laid me on the bed, on my back. He was reaching out for the light when I stopped him.

"I want to see you John. I want to see everything about you. Please, leave the light on." "Okay."

He began to kiss me all over my face, and then he began to work down my body. Throat, shoulders, across my chest, then onwards. His tongue slipped along my breasts, seeking my nipples, and as he found each one in turn, my gasp told him that he was turning me into Jell-O. He was too. His touch was so perfect, and so expertly done.

I was swooning as his fingers slipped between my pussy lips. I felt a thumb pressing against my clit and I came again. Twice already and John had yet to enter my body with his hard cock. My desire was building up and my need seemed to increase with every orgasm I had. I had never been like this before. Why had it taken my dying to bring this out? Why hadn't I felt this long ago? Was it all because of Samantha and my plan? Was that it?

John brought me back to him with his kissing. When I realized what he was doing I felt the stirrings of yet another orgasm building. Hot breath caressed my pussy now. I could feel his tongue lapping at my juices. Those juices that were now freely flowing out of my body. Fingers came back to my nipples as his tongue delved into my pussy. 

His nose brushed my clit, and a shudder coursed through me. He didn't stop, recognizing that shudder for what it was, my orgasmic delight. Rough tongue slipping along my clit and into me, fingers pinching nipples, hot breath on my crotch. I was fast heading for another orgasm. It was burning inside me like a white-hot fire. Taking over my body, my soul.

Suddenly, John's lips clamped down on my clit. I hadn't been expecting it, and that pressure along with his fingers on my nipples sent me into orbit. I almost passed out in the intensity of my orgasm, and it consumed me completely.

John didn't quit. I couldn't believe it either, but my body was rolling into one orgasm after another. I had never been this way before. The feeling of total nirvana washed over me. I was unaware of when he did it, but all I knew was that at some point John was pumping his cock in and out of my pussy. I was hugging my body to him, almost yelling. 

"FUCK ME. HARDER. HARDER JOHN. Yessss...fuck me. I love your cock in me. Pump me faster, harder."

I couldn't believe that I was saying those things. I had never been so outrageous in my life. I was on fire. For my lover. For my husband. I needed him desperately. His cock was ramming into me, driving me into the bed. I felt the huge orgasm hitting me just as he rammed in deeply and held still. I could feel his hot cum filling me and that was all it took I went off and once again I was in orbit. I actually passed out on that one.

"Becky? Becky? Are you all right? Did I hurt you? Becky?"

John's voice was there, yet not there. I heard him calling me...yet it all felt like a surreal dream. I could feel the heat of my body settling down from my massive orgasm. I could feel his arms around me, holding me. Opening my eyes was something that was hard for me to do. Suddenly I was so tired.

"I'm okay John. Matter of fact I'm better than okay...I'm...wonderful. That has to have been the best orgasm I've ever had...ever. God...it was...I love you so much John. I really do. You have always been such a great lover and friend to me. Thank you."

"Oh Becky... I thought I had hurt you. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Oh baby...I'm so happy. You really did it for me tonight. I want more. I want to feel that again. I want another one just like the last one. Please?"

"Uh...well, you'll have to give me a chance to recharge Becky. It's been a while since I went all night before...I am getting older too you know."

"Older...and better. God, what you did to me. I love you John. With all my heart and soul."

"I love you too Becky. With all my heart and soul too. I really do."

We laid there for a moment, then I decided that I needed to repay my husband for such a marvelous time we had just had. I rolled up and on top of his body, as his eyes took on a sharper look.




The Contract Ch. 02



" ... nine, ten."

And she was awake. Really awake. She yawned and stretched and looked around her. It was dark outside. The table had been cleared of all papers, and it had been set for dinner, two tall candles in crystal holders which hadn't yet been lighted, Waterford wine glasses at each place setting. The steamy smell of garlic and onions mingled with stewing beef. A pan of water was boiling on the stovetop.

"I've run a bath for you," he exclaimed brightly. "Dinner will be served promptly in twenty-five minutes."

"Richard, what were you doing when I last woke up?" she queried.

"Doing?"

"All the yellow paper," she said, looking around for some sign of it all. "All the writing you were doing."

"You were dreaming, Gail."

She stared at him accusingly, but he wouldn't look at her, and there was plenty to keep him occupied with his cooking. Occasionally, he paused to sip a martini. With a sigh, she padded down the hall toward the bathroom, but after a second glance behind her, she ducked into the only room she hadn't yet entered. This was obviously his bedroom. She wouldn't pry, she told herself, but she wanted to do something to surprise him. She tiptoed to his closet and found a freshly laundered, long-sleeved dress shirt, then carried it back with her into the bathroom. 

The water was too hot, and she had to add a modicum of cold before it was palatable. Still, its steamy warmth was luxuriously elegant. She closed her eyes and relaxed, then looked down at herself. Her nipples, long and hard, poked above the surface like two islands on a large, flat sea. She grinned. He likes my nipples, she thought. What would it be like, tomorrow? Would he tweak them? Pet them? Suck on them? She shivered. She had no choice, now. She was at his mercy. The contract said so. The contract left her no recourse. She had no say at all in the matter of sex. She was surprised to find that thought very comforting.

The shirt was too big, of course, and she experimented for awhile with the terry belt from the bathrobe, wrapping it around her waist twice before knotting it, then rolling up the sleeves. She had the top three buttons undone, and her nipples poked savagely at the thin, cotton fabric, so that each little movement reminded her of them, made her even more cognizant of her vulnerability, her sexuality. Bunched up around the waist like this, the shirt rode up, and the long shirttail was much closer to the bottom of her ass cheeks than she had hoped it would be. She tried vainly to pull it down, but resolutely decided that she was going to wear this, even if he COULD see her ass. She brushed her hair with long, quick, strong strokes, and primped in front of the mirror for him. Oh, she wished she had just a little makeup from her purse.

There was a knock at the door. "Hey! Time's up! Get out of there!"

She dropped the brush and jerked the door open, stepping forward as she did so, and she stood just inches from him. He had to retreat a half-step to survey her properly, raking his eyes up and down her body. She stood as a soldier at inspection, repressing the same shudder that always seemed to rack her body when men looked at her this way. Men were always doing this; always looking at her; always wanting her. But this time it was so very different. This time she knew, knew completely and unequivocally, that THIS man was going to have her. THIS man was going to take her, and it would be soon now. Only hours away now. Soon, he would be holding her, kissing her, petting her, poking and prodding her, pinching those nipples that he seemed to like so much. The contract guaranteed it. Soon he would be grasping, thrusting ...."

"Wow. You look great, Gail." She opened her eyes (when had she closed them?), and looked up into his tender, smiling face. "But dinner awaits!" he announced. "Come along, my dear."

He offered her his arm. She took it gently, without flinching at all (which surprised her), and let him lead her back to the table, let him hold her chair. She sat and tugged at the bottom of the shirt, but stopped abruptly when her efforts caused one of her breasts to pop free up top. Frantically, she turned her attention to this new indignity, poking herself back into the confines to the thin shirt. Blushing crimson, she looked up to find him staring, goggle-eyed. But then he shifted his gaze resolutely away, waited only a second, and took another peek. His lips twitched a few times, jerked upward at the ends, twitched a little more, and then he burst into guffawing laughter. She couldn't suppress doing the same, though Lord knows she tried. And from that moment forward, the evening became absolutely magical.

He served the Beef Stroganov, then dimmed the lights and took the seat next to her, only a corner of the table separating them, the candles transforming their whole world into this one small place in the universe. She'd never been so near a man for so long a period of time, and yet, she barely even thought about that. They talked. And talked and talked. He related a story about how his uncle had taken him camping up in Wisconsin when he was a teenager; hung on his every word about a trip to a graveyard at night and the possible sighting of a ghost; was terrified by his tale of falling through ice on a frozen river. SHE spoke emphatically about her work, amazed again by his questions, his knowledge of medical research procedures. She laughed again. And again. Oh, when was the last time that she'd done that? Had she ever, really been happy? Had she, ever, in her whole life, felt like THIS? She found herself actually touching him ... laying her hand on his to make a point, letting him do the same.

And then somehow, without switching gears in the conversation at all, he was talking about HER. It was so subtle, at first, that neither one of them realized that she had become a part of the evening. Had he ever done such-and-such, she had asked; and he had responded naturally, matter-of-factly that Oh yes, Jasmine had insisted that they go there, do that. And then it was: Jasmine and he had seen this play, or vacationed on that beach. The wine wasn't helping, of course. She had consumed two glasses, and he'd had at least three ... on top of the martinis. And finally, inevitably, he told her how they had met at some fundraiser, how she had worked long hours to put him through grad school, how she had volunteered for this or that cause, how she was always volunteering HIS time on the weekends for functions, how he had always resisted, how those moments had become some of the best of his life.

And then, of course, he came to THAT day. She, a certified social worker, had gone to a small home in a bad neighborhood in North St. Louis, even though HE had told her not to go to places like that unescorted. He had TOLD her! And she WAS with another social worker, of course. She HAD taken precautions. But no one knew that a kid in that house had gone through a gang initiation the day before against a rival group. No one knew that this would be a "payback" day. No one foresaw the two cars driving by the front, spraying the house with machinegun fire. No one could foresee something like THAT!

He'd gotten up by this point, pacing, gesturing, and for the very first time, she had seen hate in his eyes. He declared that they needed more wine, and he rummaged through a cupboard before realizing that there was none left in the house, and so he paced the kitchen for a few minutes while he described the funeral, attended by more than a thousand, even though they had been a relatively private couple. But evidently, she had touched that many lives, he said, shrugging, and he sat back down heavily in his chair.

She couldn't stop herself. She had never been able to bear being near a man before; never been able to touch a man before. But now, she found herself standing, found herself stepping around the corner of the table to him, found herself turning and settling herself on his lap, holding his huge head in her arms, against her breasts, holding him, just holding him. She didn't even flinch when he raised his head and bellowed in rage and impotent frustration and sadness, and she just held on ... held on for dear life.

It took a long two minutes to cry tears that needed to be shed. Then, he stood up, holding her in his strong arms as if her weight was nothing at all, but only for a moment, and he deposited her back on her feet in front of him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen," he told her.

"I put puzzles together," she said softly. "It's my profession. It's just what I do. And there's always a key. There's always ... something ... that is the clue to the whole problem. I think I know the key to yours."

He took a deep breath. "And what's that?"

"If I could build a machine that would take away all of your pain, all of your anger, all of your frustration ... but if the cost of using that machine was that you had to give up just one, small, little memory of her ... just one out of all the ones you have ... would you use it?"

He regarded her in open-mouthed awe for a long moment, and finally smiled down at her and shook his head in wonder. "Alright, Doctor, I guess that does put things into proper perspective." He paused again. "Thank you. Thank you very much."

She smiled up into his tender eyes.

He took a ragged breath. "Okay, let's get on with it, shall we?"

She shifted her eyes. "Get on with what?"

"You are going to feel compelled to do something soon," he told her, tapping her on the tip of her nose. "I don't want you to fight it. Okay?"

"Fight what?"

"Whatever it is," he replied, grinning. 

And without another word, he bent down to put his lips next to her ear again. This time, however, before he could whisper anything, she turned her head suddenly, abruptly, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Surprised, he withdrew, standing up straight again, but she arched up onto her tiptoes to follow him, refusing to let go, refusing to take her lips from his. His hands grasped her thin waist, undecided, for a moment, whether to push or pull, and then one arm wrapped tightly around her waist while his other hand went to the back of her head, holding it in place. And the kiss went on and on.

They were both breathing hard when he finally pulled his face from hers.

"Is that what I wasn't supposed to fight?" she asked breathlessly.

But now, his lips were against her ear again. She tried to brace herself, mentally; tried not to let her body shudder with the expectation of the total surrender she knew was coming. "Sleep," he whispered, and she felt her mind falling and falling; felt her body go limp and hang in his arms; hoping desperately that he would never let her go.

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" ... ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred," she said softly.

She felt ... wonderful. Slowly, she pulled her arm out from beneath the soft sheet and blanket and lightly ran her fingers over her lips, still feeling his kiss. The bedroom was dark, and she had no idea what time it was, but it was obviously the middle of the night. Her fingers weren't enough, and she gently replaced them with her tongue, trying to remember the taste of his lips.

She sighed. Why hadn't he taken her already? And he must want to, she decided. He had held her, if ever so briefly, and kissed her, even if it didn't last long enough. Who was she kidding? Of course he liked to be kissed ... all men did. And tomorrow (today?), he would have his way with her ... for a period not to exceed 24-hours. But then he would be rid of her; hypnotically transferring her ardor to someone else. Oh, how she hoped it wouldn't be another woman. It might be, of course. He could MAKE her want that. He could make her do anything. Anything.

Another sigh. Who would her new love be? And, as Richard had so ungraciously pointed out, if she really, really loved him (or her), then she would joyously give herself to that person sexually. But would that person find her pleasing? Would that person look at her the way HE did? 

What did he find so enthralling about her nipples? She slid her arm back under the sheet, let her right hand join her left, and gently used them to massaged her breasts, simultaneously. The nipples WERE very long, standing dramatically above her smallish breasts, hard and proud. She gently rubbed them with her fingers and felt an electric tingle below them in the breasts themselves. The feeling made her breath quicken, her pulse race a bit. They DID make her feel good. Gently, she pinched them, pulled them with her thumbs and forefingers. That made her feel even better. Would her new lover want to do this to her? She tried to form a picture of him, of what she wanted him to look like, but every time the picture began to form, it was Richard's face that materialized in her mind.

HE would be taking her soon. He would be doing THIS to her soon. Oooohh! Maybe he would want to pinch them ... like this. Or maybe even harder ... like this. Oooohh! She NEVER did this to herself at night, not like she was doing now ... pinching and pulling ... touching herself ... like this. Why had she never thought to do this before? More to the point, why was she doing it now? Oooohh! The shivers were coming more frequently now. Oh, this was ... pleasant. Oh, this was heaven!

But Richard wouldn't stop with THIS, of course. Richard wouldn't be satisfied until he had put his penis into her vagina. Until he had put his cock into her pussy. Why had she just thought those words? She NEVER thought about those words! But that's what he would do, of course. That's what all men thought about. That's ALL they could think about! That's all that they wanted! He wanted to put his cock in her pussy. Right here, into her pussy. Right ... Oooohh! Right ... right there. Right there. Oh, gosh, it was wet. It was so wet! Had she peed a little? But no, it wasn't urine. It was ... slippery. Oily. And it made her finger go in so ... easily. Just slip right in. Slip right out. Slip right in. Oooohh! That was nice. That was really, really .... Her whole body jerked suddenly. Omigosh! What was THAT? She'd just touched it with the tip of her thumb. It was right ... um ... right ... THERE! Oooohh! Oh, gosh! Why had she never noticed that thing before? Because you've never DONE this before, you idiot, she chided herself silently. Why are you doing it now?!? Oooohh! That's why! That feeling ... that ... wonderful ... tingle? No, not really a tingle. Oooohh! Well, okay, it was a tingle, but also more than that, really. Like a pressure. Like a pressure building up in her soul. Right in the middle of her very being. 

But she'd forgotten about her nipples! She missed that. Okay, she'd tug and pull on her nipples with her left hand, while she slid her forefinger in and out of her pussy with her right. Slide in. Slide out. Slide in. SO slippery! And now, each time she let her finger slide in, she'd touch that THING with her thumb ... like this. She jerked savagely. The bedsprings creaked. Oooohh! That one was the best one so far. She'd do that again. Oooohh! That was good. That was really, really good. But her forefinger wasn't going in deep enough. Richard's cock would be longer than THAT! She tried her middle finger. That was a little better ... a little deeper. And now (why hadn't she thought of this before?) ... now she could slide her middle finger all the way in ... aaallll the way in ... and now she could use both her thumb AND her forefinger to pinch that ... that thing! And now she could switch nipples with her other hand and pinch and pull the other one. And maybe twist it a little? Ooohhh!

And she was doing it faster, now, and that made it even better! And that pressure was building up, as if her soul was about to explode. And the bedsprings were creaking more now. And ... Oooohh! ... and oh, she hoped that Robert was a sound sleeper and wouldn't hear her ... hear the bedsprings. Oooohh! She would twist the left nipple for awhile like she had been doing the right one. Oooohh! And she was going to do it even faster, because the pressure was just marvelous! Oooohh! And she would ... she would ... um ... she would ....

"AAAHHHH!" she screamed loudly, throwing her head back on the feather pillow, arching her back off the mattress. She opened her eyes wide, clamped her lips shut and prayed he hadn't heard that. But she'd forgotten to stop rubbing! "AAAAHHHH!" she screamed again. Oh, fuck it! "AHHH! AAAHHH!" Oh my gosh! She just HAD to make herself stop plunging her finger so rapidly into her sopping pussy! And pinching her nipple so hard! And doing that ... thing she was doing to that ... thing she was doing it to! Oh no! Here came another wave of it, washing over her! "AAAHHH! AAAAHHHH!" 

Somehow, she found herself on her knees, her hands still clutching at her nipples and pussy, and her face buried into the pillow, and she screamed out her passion, which was fortunately muffled now. And then she toppled over onto her side, breathing hard, shivering uncontrollably, jerking from time to time, as the feeling mustered enough strength to push itself once more into her body. Her mind was numb with pleasure. Her body seemed to be floating, and she was only vaguely aware that her fluids were so copious that they were forming a puddle beneath her. She should do something about that. She should get up and find some tissues or something. She should ... um ... she ... should ...

And she was asleep.

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She spent almost an hour in the bathroom and he let her stay in there, shampooing her hair, spending too long in the shower, washing off the dried deposits from her night of self-induced passion, which seemed to be all over her legs and hands ... and even, to her mortification, her elbows. As she dried her hair with the handheld dryer, brushing and fluffing, she smiled to herself. Today was the day. Today, he would take her. Today, the terms of the contract would finally be carried out.

Out in the kitchen, she sat and watched him toasting bagels. The big terrycloth robe kept slipping off of her right shoulder, and finally, she just left it. Her small right breast was only just large enough to keep it from sliding further, stubbornly refusing to let itself be seen. 

Richard looked distracted. He tried valiantly to keep up a meaningless banter as he prepared the simple fast, and kept up the chatter as they munched it. Finally, she could take it no longer. Peering over the lip of her orange juice glass, she asked in a small voice what was troubling him. He smiled wanly and took her empty glass, carrying the scant dishes to the sink.

"I've gone as far as I can go without talking to you," he told her seriously.

"Talking to me?"

"Yes. You. Just you. The real you."

"I don't understand," she said, in a voice that was an octave too high. Something was wrong. Something was seriously wrong.

"While you are under hypnosis, I'm dealing with your subconscious ... the 'you' beneath the 'you.' Does that make sense?"

"Um ... yes, I guess."

"But now, before we take this last step, I need to talk to the REAL you. I need to find out what you REALLY want. When you're under, you tell me what your MIND most desires. But often, your mind lives in a dream, and you can't have those things in the real world. I need to know WHO you want to be ... at work ... in your personal life ... for real."

She swallowed hard. For some reason, she found she was shaking uncontrollably. "I told you ... I want love. I want you to make me fall in love. And then I'm going to give myself to you. Like the contract says ...."

"Oh, come on, Gail. It's time to stop pretending about that stupid contract." He walked to the refrigerator and slowly took the magnets off the page. He returned to the table, sat down and held up the sheet of paper dramatically in front of him. Then, with the thumbs and forefingers of each hand, he held it in the middle at the top and started tearing it.




The Contract Ch. 02



"NOOO!" she screeched, and she launched herself across the table at him like a linebacker diving for a tackle. Taken completely by surprise, he stood up and dropped the page, which fluttered once before she caught it in both hands, grasping it hard, crumpling it, just as she landed with a sliding THUMP on her belly on the table. Then, she slithered backwards, until she was once more at her place. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. With trembling fingers, she put the paper on the table in front of her and began trying to smooth it back out with the palms of both hands.

He could only stare at her with wide eyes. This action had been totally unexpected. Why hadn't he seen something like this coming? What had he missed? "Um ... Gail ...."

"It's torn," she said in a matter-of-fact voice. She kept smoothing it with her hands. 

"Gail, we need to talk about this."

"Do you have any tape?"

"Gail, you and I need to talk about the things that ...."

"Just a little piece is all we need. It's just a little tear, right here at the top."

"Gail ...." 

But she wasn't listening to him, he knew. What had caused this? What was the thing that he'd missed? He bent and righted the chair that he'd toppled. Then he walked to a drawer, opened it, and took out a roll of Scotch tape. Without another word, he went to her side and handed it to her. 

She smiled brightly up at him. "Thank you, Richard." She tore off a two-inch piece and then took excruciating care applying it to the torn paper. "There. Good as new, don't you think?" She stood and faced him, standing very close. 

"What do you want to do now?" he asked her quietly, observing her closely.

To his alarm, she loosened the belt on the robe, and with a gentle shrug, the whole thing slid off of her slender body onto the floor around her feet. "Now, I'm going to give myself to you," she said quietly. "Just like the contract says."

He put one of his hands to his head, his eyes raking her lovely, naked body. It couldn't end like this! He'd missed something! What was it?

"Aren't you going to take me, Richard? I'm your sex slave for the next twenty-four hours."

He glanced down at the paper, and suddenly, he thought he had it. "Oh no, Gail. Not yet. We haven't finished yet, have we?"

She put her arms around his neck, pressing her body into him. "I have to pay you. I have to give myself to you ... completely."

"But that's not what the contract says, is it?" He watched her eyes carefully.

"It doesn't?" her voice was thin, unsure.

"It says right there in the contract ... I have to finish first. We have one more session, and THEN, when I'm all finished, that's when you pay me. That's when you give yourself to me. That's what the contract says." He stooped down, sliding out of her grasping arms, and picked up the robe.

Her eyes slid left and right, panic showing behind them. She let her gaze settle, for a moment, on the contract, but she seemed incapable to reading it. "It really says that?"

"Yes," he told her firmly. She stood, unresisting, as he pushed first her left arm, and then her right into the sleeves of the robe. He tightened the belt around her waist. Finally, he took her hand and slowly led her into the living room. 

"You're going to put me to sleep again," she said, making it a statement. "One more time, and then I'm going to be your sex slave."

"No more sleep, Gail."

She stopped abruptly, and when he turned back to her, he found her eyes clear, the old Gail looking out of them. She began shivering wildly, hugging her arms around herself. "You're going to do something terrible, aren't you Richard? You're about to do something horrible."

And THAT'S what he had missed! She was a puzzle-solver! It was her profession. Through sheer intellect, her conscious mind was piecing together the things that her subconscious mind was hiding. And now, those two halves were undergoing a violent struggle. 

He clutched her hand and dragged her the last little way to the couch, pushing her down and sitting beside her. "I need you to be brave for me, Gail. I need you to trust me."

"Don't, Richard. Please don't!"

He leaned forward and put his lips to her ear.

"Make me go to sleep, Richard. Please make me go to sleep! Make me sleep! Put me to sleep!"

And he whispered: "Remember!"

She sat stock-still for a long moment, her panting breath hard and regular. But eventually, her breathing changed ... slowing ... and then it caught in her throat. 

"Noooooo!" she wailed, and she was choked by a massive sob. Her body seemed to shrink into itself, collapsing, her back slumping as she bent forward.

"Why did you DO that to me?" she wailed, and sobbed again. Then she looked pleadingly up into his eyes. "I put it in a box!"

"Yes, I know," he told her gently.

"I put it in a box! I put a lid on it ... a tight, tight lid, so it couldn't slip out! And then I wrapped it up with string, so it was trapped! And then I pushed it into a corner ... a deep dark corner, where I couldn't even see it ... like it wasn't even there! And after a long time, it just went away. Don't you understand, Richard? It wasn't THERE anymore!" She sobbed again. "And then, you let it out!" she finished miserably. "You let it out again."

"I had to, Gail."

"But WHY?"

"I HAD to! As long as the box was there, you would never be able to fall in love ... not REAL love, anyway. You couldn't even touch a man. You could barely make yourself LOOK at one!"

She shrugged, as if that had no meaning anymore. The robe slipped off of her left shoulder. "What are we going to do now?"

"We're going to talk about it."

"What's there to talk about?" she asked dejectedly. She gazed helplessly into his eyes. "He hurt me, Richard! He hurt me bad!"

"I know that, Gail. But you don't have to feel the pain now; you just have to understand it! Tell me: Why didn't your mother stop him?"

"She was asleep ... or she pretended to be. She wouldn't wake up. I screamed and screamed, but she wouldn't wake up!"

"No, Gail. You're still looking at it through the eyes of a seven year-old girl. Look back NOW. Look back at it as you are NOW! Why didn't your mother wake up?"

She blinked and stared at a spot in the middle of the living room, as if she was watching it all unfold again. Finally, she met his eyes. "He gave her some drugs. She passed out. She wasn't asleep ... she was unconscious!"

"I'm not going to pull any punches here, Gail. Your mother is a sick, sick woman ... and NOT a very nice person. I've never met the gal, but if I had the chance to examine her, based on what you've told me while you were hypnotized, I can almost guarantee you what I'd find. I'm certain that she suffers from acute nymphomania, combined with crippling self esteem issues and deep masochistic tendencies. 

"And I'm certain that she was trying to seek sympathy from prospective sex partners by purposefully aggravating those psychological problems. When a woman approaches a man at a bar and TELLS him that she's a nymphomaniac, and TELLS him that she'll do anything at all that he wants, then she's TRYING to make the situation worse."

"Munchausen syndrome," Gail muttered. "Yesterday, you weren't trying to figure ME out ... you were trying to figure out my mother!"

"She had a string of lovers that she'd entertain almost every night ... different lovers! But she at least had the strength to give herself to them only AFTER she thought you were safe in your room. However, after that, she had no limits. Men could do anything to her ... anything. Actually, I'm a bit surprised that you were only raped once."

"I can't make myself feel sorry for her," she said in a small voice.

"Quite frankly, my dear, I don't give a rat's ass about your mother. But I needed to be able to truthfully tell you that your mom didn't purposefully just lie there while her boyfriend raped her seven year-old daughter in the same room. And now, I can tell you that, psychologically, she NEVER would have done that. She doesn't even know that it happened! If she did, she wouldn't have had the guts to come back to you. But there were limits to her 'motherly love.' She didn't hesitate to abandon you, just as soon as you got that letter of acceptance from the college. And she didn't hesitate to use you and cheat you, once you were an adult."

Gail had stopped shaking, and her eyes were dry. "You're not going to make me fall in love with some man ... or woman ... are you?"

He smiled wanly. "No, of course not. You're perfectly capable of falling in love, all by yourself."

"Then why did you write the contract?"

"You were crying out to me for help, Gail! Jasmine made me promise that when anyone did that, I'd do whatever I could. I didn't think you'd let me see you professionally any other way."

She sighed dejectedly. "I guess I should get dressed and leave."

"We're not through here."

She looked up questioningly into his eyes. He detected a glimmer of hope in hers, but her depression utterly confused him. He cocked his head a little and gazed at her, trying to solve yet another riddle.

"Ah yes," she said at last, uncomfortable with the too-long silence. "You wanted to ask me some questions in there." She nodded toward the kitchen. "You wanted to speak to the real me, not the me inside the me." Her mouth twitched at its grim corners for a moment. "Pure psychobabble, Richard."

"What is it, Gail?" he asked, taking her hands in his own. "I've reached out in every way I can think of, but I still can't quite touch you." He couldn't seem to make her look into his eyes. "It's the contract, isn't it?" And THAT made her look up. "Yes ... that's it!" he exclaimed. "You're still clutching at that contract as if it was a lifeline. You won't let it go. Do you actually think that I could have FORCED you to love someone? Are you still waiting for me to DESIGNATE a lover?"

She looked back down. "No," she said so softly that he had to lean closer to her to hear. "I don't care about that any more. Now, I'm not really sure that I ever did."

And he smiled. "Then it's about ME?"

She raised her face imploringly. "I went into that office thinking that I was going to HAVE to give myself to whoever the therapist was on the other side of that door! I thought about it and thought about it, but there was never a real person in my imagination. There was never a face. And then, suddenly ... suddenly ... there was! And the more I thought about that encounter ... with ... my sexual master ... every time I formed a picture of him in my mind ... the more I liked the thought of it being YOU! And the more I got to know you, the better the dream got. You were the one! The contract guaranteed it! My dream was going to come true!" She paused again. "You were going to come true."

She sighed once more. "I should go," she whispered.

He grinned. "And how, exactly, do you intend to pay me?"

She blinked. "Pay you?"

"Twelve hours work, but my tally," he said, with an offhand gesture. She looked at him with a mixture of alarm, curiosity and expectation. "I think a one-for-one payoff would work," he continued. She blinked at him. "No, let's make it two-for-one, what 'dya say?" he intoned thoughtfully. She looked down and blushed. "Of course," he said sagely, "we could do it in shifts!"

She barked a little laugh. "Oh, I DID make it sound terrible, didn't I?"

And suddenly, somehow, miraculously, she was in his arms, and he was crushing her to him, his soft lips on her own. She left her arms by her sides for a long, surprised second, and then lifted them up, putting them around his bulk, holding him, clutching him. He released her and stood, giving her his hand, helping her up. Standing, she pressed her body into his, his hands went around her waist, her arms reached up and encircled his neck.

"At the risk of spoiling the spontaneity," he told her breathlessly, "I'd like to pause to tell you that you are, without exception, the most desirable woman I've ever seen. I want you. I want you very much. Will you give yourself to me, Gail? Not because of the contract ... but because ...."

"Oh, Richard, of course!" She started running her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. "But ... at the risk of spoiling the spontaneity, I have to tell you that I don't know the first thing about doing this. Will your teach me?"

He gave her a long, deep, passionate kiss, holding her tightly, while she plastered her body against his. "You're doing expertly, so far, all on your own," he said softly, his lips still against hers.

She felt the belt of the bathrobe loosen, and then his insistent hands began tugging at the shoulders of the garment. Without relinquishing the kiss, she let her arms fall and the robe slip off onto the floor, before putting them back around his neck. His hands felt huge and hard and rough against her sides, grabbing handfuls of her ass, stroking her back, holding the back of her neck, feeling her hair, roaming freely all over her naked (oh, so naked!) body. 

And, at last he had one of those huge, rough hands on her left breast, pressing into it, squeezing it, gently pinching her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. She opened her mouth wide to gasp into his kissing mouth, and was amazed to find his tongue entering, finding her tongue with his own, jousting with it, stroking it, entering her mouth farther and then retreating. When she tried to follow the intruder with her own tongue, he sucked on it. Her knees gave way, and she found herself comfortably protected from the laws of gravity by his petting, stroking left hand behind her and his clutching, kneading right hand on her breast. He was a puppeteer, manipulating her, and she was his plaything. 

Suddenly, disappointingly, she found his hands missing from her body. She somehow got her feet beneath her, and while she didn't relinquish the kiss, she realized that he had done this so that he could remove his own clothes. Desperate, she tried to help, and immediately, there were four hands, jousting for control of the top button on his shirt, getting hopelessly tangled up. He moved his hands lower to start work on the next button at the same instant she did. He barked a laugh into her open, kissing mouth, and suddenly they were both laughing uncontrollably at each other and with each other. He sat heavily on the couch, and she knelt in front of him, taking off his shoes and socks, while he finally finished the buttons unopposed. Four hands were once again fighting for the honor of his belt buckle, but eventually, with much straining and giggling and thrusting of hips, he was as nude as she.

She stood, and he grabbed her around the waist; and with a laughing shriek, she found herself being lifted and spun over him, transitioning somehow seamlessly between the vertical and the horizontal, so that she was now lying down, trapped between the back of the couch and his muscular body, which was pressed against her entire length. He kissed her again, and she had to fight, momentarily, to maneuver her arms away from her pinned body and back to their natural place, around his neck. His left arm was tucked behind her neck, providing a loving pillow, and his right hand ... well his right hand just seemed to be everywhere! Touching and squeezing and pinching and petting and stroking and .... "Oooohhh!" she breathed into his mouth, her body arching up into that wonderful hand. 

He lifted his face from hers and stared into her doe-like eyes. "You like?" he chided, doing the same thing that had elicited the verbal response.

"Oooohhh, Richard!" she gasped, her body once again straining upward, off of the surface of the couch. He stopped the prodding exploration of her incredibly moist pussy, and began tracing around it with light, tickling fingers. She took the reprieve to ask a question. "Richard ... did you MAKE me touch myself last night while I was in bed?"

He grinned broadly and gave her a kiss on the tip of her nose. "Did you enjoy it?" He stopped tickling and began his little "plunge and stroke" maneuver that she seemed to enjoy so much.

"Oooohhh! I ... Oh, gosh, Richard! ... Aaahhh!" He stopped again, petting more gently once more. She panted heavily for a few moments. "I ... I had never done that to myself before."

"Yes, I know."

She blushed. He knew more about her than she did herself, she thought. "I ... I LOVED it! But ... Oh, Richard! This is SO much better!"

The arm behind her neck was gone before she realized it, and while the exploring right hand continued its assault on her sopping cunt, she was amazed at the feel of his sucking lips on her left breast. He would slurp almost half the tender flesh of her pliable orb into his greedy mouth, and then slowly let it slip out until only the long, rubbery nipple was trapped between his gently biting teeth. He'd hold it there, flicking it with his tongue, marveling at the odd mixture of sounds she was creating without conscious thought.

The last of those sounds (at least the ones created by the nipple manipulation) was a loud groan of disappointment as he stopped doing it, and she simply lay there, panting uncontrollably, not thinking about what he was doing at all, until his tongue suddenly slid along her swollen clitoris.

And she exploded. Her body arched up, so that her head was touching the couch, but little else of her. The fingers of both hands were laced in his hair, and both of her legs had somehow found their way to his back, her knees on either side on his head. The muscles of her stomach were clenching rhythmically, as was her entire pussy. Slowly, she came to realize that the screams were coming from her own lips. But now, he had finally stopped his licking invasion of her soul, and her shrieks became heaving whimpers. Her lungs demanded more air than she was able to provide them, and bright little lights swirled before her eyes. She let her body gently lie back again, limp, useless.

He crawled back up her thin frame, crushing it beneath his, until his face was even with hers again. He kissed her briefly, because she still had to gasp for a little longer, but then he kissed her again, more strongly, and yet again. Something very hard was pressing against the base of her tummy, and she smiled, knowing what it was. She licked her lips after his final kiss.

"Is that what I taste like?" she whispered.

"Heavenly, isn't it?" he replied. "Would you like to rest awhile?"

"Oh no!" she declared, and tried to rise. His body had her completely trapped. "There's something you have that I think deserves study," she continued. She tried again to sit and then laughed. "Let me up, you big oaf!" She pounded her small fists ineffectually against his massive shoulders.

Laughing himself, he sat up, his feet on the floor. She paused to kiss him again, and then fell on her knees in front of him, pushing his legs apart, taking his stiff cock in her hands, fondling it.

"I suppose this explodes the myth about black men," he told her, watching her.

But she never took her eyes off his stiff member. She seemed mesmerized by it. "Myth?"

"About size," he said, gently.

"Size?" she asked, dazed. She stroked it, petted it. Without thinking, she licked her lips. Her eyes never left it.

"I'm not that big," he told her, exasperated.

She glanced up at his face for an instant. But only an instant. "Richard, you've got to be kidding me! It's HUGE!" She stared at it again, stroked it again, then scooped up his balls into her hand and gently squeezed them.

He threw back his head and groaned loudly. But he wouldn't let the subject go. "They DO come in a larger size," he told her.

She laughed at that. "For God's sake, WHY?"

And that made him laugh, too. But it was short-lived mirth, as her mouth was suddenly filled with his throbbing cock, and she sucked it, let it go, licked, sucked it in again; and then she sat back on her heels, licking her lips, and looking up at his face quizzically. He was breathing too hard to ask her what was wrong. And again her mouth had sucked him in, slurping, lathing her tongue around it, sucking some more. 




The Contract Ch. 02



A laugh burst from her lips around the cockhead, and she sat back again, an incredulous smile splitting her face. "Vanilla?" she giggled. "YOU did this, didn't you ... Doctor?" She smacked her lips. "Either you dipped this monster in vat of vanilla, or you're MAKING me taste this!"

He smiled nervously down at her and shrugged. "I ... um ... didn't know that you'd be ... um ... really doing that to ME," he said defensively. "But I ... knew you liked vanilla, and ... um ...."

She stood and wrapped her arms around him, holding him, laughing. He spun her around again, her back on the surface of the couch again, holding her again. "You can do anything to me, can't you?" she asked gently, the smile never leaving her lips, her eyes admiring him. "You can make me FEEL anything. Make me DESIRE anything. You can do anything you want!"

"There's only one thing I REALLY want right now," he husked.

"Oh, yes," she whispered.

Her legs were already spread for him, and he maneuvered himself above her, lining himself up. She reached up and held his face in both hands, gazing into his eyes, waiting patiently as he found her dripping opening. He applied pressure, then a little more, and even more. Her eyes remained tenderly on his, unblinking, but her lips parted and she began to pant. More pressure and more, and the head of his cock pushed into her and her eyes closed for a long moment before opening again, gazing deeply into his. Her panting became more pronounced, deeper.

And now, he was pushing further into her, further and further, and her eyes closed again, opened, and she couldn't prevent them from rolling back. As his hips pushed in the last few inches, he allowed his face to lower, as well, and she let go of his face with her hands and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

"Are you okay," he panted gently.

"Yes," she gasped. "Can ... can you do me a favor?"

He took a few deep breaths. "What?"

"Would you mind staying ... just like this .... Ooohhh! ... just ... um ... just like this ... forever?"

And he barked a laugh, pushed himself up with his hands above her, pulled his cock out several inches, and pushed back in. The noises she was making were becoming incoherent again. She seemingly couldn't figure out what to do with her hands. She pressed her palms into his chest for awhile, then clutched at his upper arms, held his sides, stretched them out toward his neck, but couldn't quite reach it, then put them by her sides as she began rolling her head from side to side. Another orgasm claimed her, shook her, made her cry out, her cunt clutching at his cock. It had been too long for him. He could go no further. He thrust forward violently, making her scream out one last time, and he cried out as well while his balls contracted and he came and came. It went on for an unending minute, and he collapsed on top of her.

He was concerned about her ability to breathe beneath his bulk, and so he slowly rolled over in place, taking her with him, until he was on his back and she was sprawled atop him, as if his body was a piece of large, firm, fleshy furniture. She ran her hands over him and sighed.

They both drifted, contented, happy, for many minutes. She couldn't decide, for awhile, whether to let herself drift into sleep or stay awake to contemplate her happiness. She felt him stir beneath her. "What was it you wanted to ask me in there?" she murmured. "What did you want to ask the 'real me?'"

He smiled up at her, then reached up and tapped her on the forehead. "Is that you in there?"

"Oh, I hope so."

"I was just going to ask you what type of personality you wanted to have," he said.

"What?"

"You, my dear, are a submissive. I've never encountered such a submissive personality."

She sighed deeply. "Like my mother."

"Oh, no; not by a long shot! There is a HUGE difference between submissiveness and masochism. Completely different motivations. So different that they're covered by different fields of psychology. One is Normal, the other Abnormal."

She burrowed the side of her face into his neck, trying to feel closer to him. "So what about ME?"

"Many submissives don't want to BE submissive," he said gently. "Assertiveness is all the rage right now. I can help change you, if you want me to."

She thought about that for a moment. "Can you make me half-and-half?" she asked gently.

"Half-and-half?"

"I'd love to be a little more assertive at work, but when I get back home, I just want to be your hypnotic sex slave."

He laughed at that while she refused to look up, still trying to burrow farther into the side of his neck.

"I can't get close enough to you," she said softly. "I don't ever want to move."

"I'm afraid you're going to have to," he said, looking down at her, forcing her to look up into his eyes. "You'll have to leave tomorrow."

She blinked, concerned. "I will?"

"Yup. All we get is twenty-four hours. It's in the contract."

In a flash, she was up and running, tall and naked and proud, into the next room; and he thought that if she had been born an animal, she would have been a gazelle. But then, she was back, holding the contract, tearing it into little pieces. With a smile, she stretched herself out on top of him again, pressing her body into his.

"Now," she drowsed, "where were we?" He laughed and put his arms around her, holding her close.

"I've turned into a cliché," he mumbled. She lifted her head and looked at him questioningly. "A successful black man with a gorgeous, young white woman."

"Don't you dare say that!" she said seriously, resting her cheek against his chest. "We are NOT a cliché! There is no one like us. In all the universe, we are unique."

"We're not unique, Gail," he said softly, stroking her bare back. "We're just in love."



The Contract Ch. 02



This is my second installment on my first submission. I hope you enjoy.

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I walked out of the office thinking my life was out of control. I already had second thoughts about asking Mary for the name of her divorce lawyer. I had not even confronted my wife about her affair, and Mary was probably blabbing throughout the office that I was already getting a divorce. Everything was just going too fast for me right now, and I needed to figure out a way to put on the brakes.

I had this dreadful feeling that I was being set up. I didn't know who was pulling my strings, but I just felt like a puppet going through the motions. I left the office thinking I needed to do something deliberate and decisive. The question "Is this a setup?" kept coming back to me, and who the hell is this Ben guy?

It's just that Tonya's voice didn't seem like Tonya when she said "Hello, Ben. Yeah, it' Tonya." It almost seemed like an act. She didn't talk to me in that manner, at all. What if the setup was that she faked the affair? What if she saw the red light on the recorder and this was just an act to get back at me for spying on her? THAT would have explained her foul mood this morning! She was expecting me to listen to the recording and confront her about her infidelity!

I needed more facts. I was swimming in questions, and nothing seemed to fit into the world that I knew two days ago. I was getting real near my goal, to start a family, to have a wife who would raise our children at home, but it was slipping away from me. Maybe I was trying to live my life to some bizarre standard that I had been raised to think was the perfect life, but I thought I was on track to a happy home and a happy family. 

I know things don't always do the way you want. Was I doing what I thought I was studying for in college? Hell No! I graduated in with a degree in graphic design. I was going to make art that would move people to buy things. I had talent; in fact, my drawings were what made Tonya notice me. She was a dancer, and I started drawing her. She became my muse, and gave life to my drawings. When Tonya looked at my drawings, she saw a vision to strive for. That's how this whole thing started. 

Somehow, that budding graphic designer was hired into a sales group and started at the bottom proofing and correcting things, and never got out. I had an eye for detail, and I started making sure the images and copy were correct. Soon, I was checking everyone's work, and not producing anything of my own. When I asked to try to take on an account, I was always told, "Paul, this one's too important, maybe on the next account". That's how I ended up doing contracts all the time. 

Tonya didn't fair much better. She was an amazing modern dancer, with nuances that others would kill for. Tonya had several auditions with touring dance troops, but she didn't want to travel. She did perform in some local venues, which got her the part time job as a drill team dance choreographer. She ended up getting a teaching certificate in English and getting a full time job, and she was waiting until her real break came. But, then....her girls started winning awards for their routines, and she gave up on dancing herself and traded it for being a choreographer and coach. She traded her nuances of that gave her performances such individuality, for simple canned movements that she could train 36 amateurs to do in sync with each other. 

I never stopped drawing, but the passion and flow of my drawings left me when Tonya stopped dancing. My muse and her wonderful movements died. I tried sculpting for a while, and then started making glass art, as a hobby. Molten glass has movement that is unpredictable, and in a way, it's alive. The trick is to freeze the movement at just the right time, and capture the motion. It's then, that the glass has life and power. 

I stopped by in front of my car in the parking lot and pulled out my recorder. I located the bookmark I had made and pressed play. I wanted to listen to what happened after Tonya called Ben, or if she really did fake it. There may have been others in the parking lot, going to and coming back from lunch, but I didn't see them. I was frozen in front of my car as I listened to my recorder. I heard the Tonya humming. I heard the doorbell. I heard her go down the stairs, and two people come back up. The doorbell was the clincher, she if this was faked, she would have to silently go downstairs and ring the doorbell, and then silently go back up the stairs again. Once I heard Ben's voice, I started remember who he was. Ben was a teacher, teaching at the same school as Tonya. 

Wait, they may be faking it still! She could have seen the red light on the recorder and told Ben to come over for a fake love session to teach me a lesson. She would be pissed off that I didn't trust her, and that I was spying on her while I was at the banquet. She would want to rub my nose in it. I listened for a show, and quickly became bored with what I was hearing. 

I can't say that a recording of two people making love is very interesting. My eyes looked down at the grill of my car as I listened on. My vision blurred as I tried to gather every nuance from what I was hearing. Tonya and Ben mostly got out grunts and gasps, and a few phrases like: 

"Oh yeah, just like that"

"More! More!"

"Oh, Fuck! Oh, Fuck!"

"Slow down, I want this to last!"

If this was a fake, I would have expected to hear more that would get me riled up, but they were just into each other. I would have expected Tonya to say "Oh, Ben, Paul never gets me going at much as you do." I never heard any taunting or comparisons; it was just two people pleasing each other. 

So, it is true, this is real. Tonya was having an affair. As a muse, she was already dead, and now she had turned to someone else to inspire. I was shocked at my indifference at this point. The idea of Sherri going to another man for a sperm donation had incensed me more than a man pegging my own wife. My goal was to have a child, but I no longer cared about the mother at all. I had obviously checked out of my marriage a while back, and was just going through the motions. It was possible that if I had got Tonya pregnant, that I would re-connect with her. But right now, it Tonya and Sherri were drowning, I would absolutely rescue Sherri first. 

What I was hearing lacks the passion and fire of our lovemaking, but Ben was doing his best. It seemed like Ben was in control, and that every time he would get close to orgasm, he would change rhythm or positions. They changed positions every few minutes and finally, Tonya came. It was a slow song of sensual passages, and Tonya was the instrument that he was playing. She was an instrument! I completely remembered who Ben was, he was the band director! 

I pressed the stop button and pointed my eyes towards the sky. All I could see was big glasses, buck teeth and curls. That spindly freak was banging my wife. I wondered if he had those big glasses on while he mounted my wife. How could she? It would only take one hit, just one little punch to the face or gut, and Ben would be out for the count. I could sit there and take a few jabs from those stringy arms before I even decided to make my more. I tried to visualize punching Ben in those buck teeth of his, and I started to laugh at the clouds. I couldn't even imagine trying to have a fight with this guy over my wife. Tonya wasn't even worth a night in jail to me, she was just old trash. 

Fuck Ben! Fuck Tonya! Let them fuck each other to death! I didn't care about either of them anymore. Tonya could screech at me all she wanted; but it would not even raise a micron of guilt in me. As a cloud started to cover the sun, I felt a big smile come over my face. I had heard of the five stages of grieving, but somehow I piled all five into an image of a pasty guy with a six inches of curly red locks rutting back and forth over my wife, and I came up laughing. Tonya was his if he wanted her, she wasn't even worth fighting for. My muse had died, and gone back to high school to teach drill team.

I felt no passion towards Tonya at all, and I needed to find my passion again. I needed to get back into my art, and if my job wouldn't allow that, then I needed to make my hobby my life. More than that, I needed a new muse. I knew that I had used a dance muse to propel my drawing, but now I needed a new muse to give my glass a soul. 

My marriage to Tonya was over in my heart, and I knew it. I just needed to tell her to fuck the geek all she wanted, and just let me walk away with half of our assets. The only thing left to do was make sure that there would be no alimony and that I would get my share of what we had built up over the last eight years. I wasn't going to be greedy, I just wanted my share, so that I could find Ms. Right for me. A vision of Sherri wiggling ass painted itself in the clouds, and I heard her little giggle. I couldn't help but smile. 

I heard her giggle again, and I was brought down to earth. Sherri was nearby, and I scanned around me until I found my target. About five cars over was Sherri and Mary, bouncing their lovely breasts to lunch. Both of them were skipping their way to a van, a huge extended white van, hand in hand. They were oblivious to the world around them, just like I was 30 seconds ago, and had no idea what a show they were putting on. Mary's breasts were ample and bobbling up and down, but Sherri's! Oh My! My mind was completely wrapped on those amazing breasts that I didn't need any slow motion video photography to follow every undulation of their movements. 

Then she stopped flat and I watched her breasts shoot forward before bouncing up and almost hitting her in the chin. Sherri's head and shoulders twisted towards me and I met her eyes. She then waived her hand and giggled again. Mary turned and waived too. I must have waived back, but I don't remember doing so. The only thing I could think of was my brain screaming at me "Don't stare at her tits! Don't stare at her tits! Oh, my god, they're skipping towards me! This is like slow motion Baywatch! Remember to breathe, Paul. Breathe!"

I do remember pulling my hand down and giving the two a nod, and trying not to look directly at either woman's chest. My hand was empty, so I must have placed the recorder in my pocket. My eyes ended up focusing on their hands, which never separated the entire time they approached me, but my peripheral vision was drinking in the motions of these two angels smiling and floating towards me. Did I mention that they were smiling because they saw me! Yes, the lowly Paul Beckson of contracts! These two angels were smiling and wanted to come over to see me! I heard Mary giggle as the two came closer, "Did you enjoy the show?"

Sherri shot a glance over at Mary, "MARY! Mr. Beckson doesn't deserve that!"

Mary giggled again and pointed at my waist, "Look, even I turn and stare at you when you bounce around like that, and Paul is a fine red blooded male, getting to see a great show. See what I mean!" 

"Oh, my, what a naughty man! He did enjoy that, didn't he!" Sherri then covered her mouth and giggled again. 

I must have turned five shades of red. I paced slowly away from the two. "I'm sorry, please forgive me!"

"There is nothing to forgive, Mr. Beckson. I get all worked up when she does that, too. Just look at my breasts, can't you see what she does to my nipples? I'm glad that Sherri finally did approach you, and that you may even consider helping Sherri have a child. I have never seen her so happy." 

I have never been given permission to stare at a woman's breasts in public, and I was not going to let this opportunity go by. Mary's nipples were just as she said, standing at rock hard attention. It was a sight to make me drool. My brain in my head was not in charge right not, but that little head again. Erection or not, I was basking in the glory of these two women's assets, and loving it. 

Sherri beamed at me, "I really hope that you can help me out, Mr. Beckson!" 

Mary was right; I had never seen Sherri so happy and full of joy. Come on Paul, don't just stand their drooling, say something! I open my mouth and started talking. "Ms. Grey, I'm not sure if I can do what you want, but I do wish the success and happiness."

That was OK? Wasn't it? Yes! I could actually utter something intelligible after all!

Sherri nodded and smiled, and then she turned to Mary, "Mary, we need to go."

Mary turned and gave Sherri a small peck on the cheek, "Go ahead and get in the van, I just have something personal to say to Paul about our morning meeting."

I watched Sherri turn a wiggle away. Mary turned and let out a slow breath of air, " I haven't even told Sherri that we talked about my divorce lawyer, just like you asked me to, and she is my lover, Paul. I want you to know how hard this is for me to keep this secret."

I nodded, and continued to watch Sherri's ass. Mary turned her head and sighed, "Yeah, that ass of hers gets to me too. Did you know that my ex-husband Jim set us up?"

"What!"

"Yeah, he's a real dick, and wanted to show me how a real woman should act. My ex husband cheated on me three times, and I forgave him each time. I tried everything I could think of to keep our marriage alive until our son Jason turned 18. I even tried a threesome with Sherri. But when Jim caught Sherri and me together later that week, he went straight for divorce. The man couldn't take that Sherri chose me over him."

I then turned and stared directly into Mary's eyes. "You? and Sherri? Are you two a couple?"

"Earth to Paul! I'm bisexual, and so is Sherri. But when Jim beat me up and kicked me out of the house, Sherri accepted both Jason and I into her apartment, and helped both of us when we needed it. She has accepted Jason, but being with Jason made her obsess about having a child of her own. We are talking about marriage, and the possibility of both of us having a child with the same man, and that may be you."

My head was starting to clear. "Mary, so you and she are lovers?"

"Yes Paul! You haven't heard a work I've said, have you? Jim set up a threesome with Sherri, but Sherri wanted me over him. My eyes were opened to what a joke my marriage was, and I'm happier than I've been in a long time. Sherri has been admiring you from a distance, because you are married. I saw that your marriage was in the dumper, so I thought I would give you a nudge and hope for the best."

"What! You set me up? Mary! Y-y-you knew about Tonya? You knew?"

"Paul, calm down. Jason is in the high school band. I have been helping out at the football games and on field trips. I know that Tonya is the coach of the drill team, but I can see that Ben and Tonya have more than a profession relationship going on. I know you come to the games, and support Tonya and her drill team from the stands, but you need to watch their eye contact in the stands. If you did, you'd know that there is chemistry going on between the two of them."

"You mean that this was going on right before my eyes? How could this happen? Have I been that blind? And you knew?"

"Yes, Paul. I knew. I even have a video camera with low light capability, and a short clip of Tonya going into Ben's hotel room while they were in Orlando last spring break. If you need it, it's yours. That's what I needed to tell you, I have video proof of their infidelity, and I'm willing to share it with you."

"You knew that Tonya was cheating on me! You knew, why didn't you tell me?"

"Paul, that's what we are trying to do here. You eyes are open now, and you really need to look at your relationship with Tonya. I don't know how you lost her, but you did. I'm not the bad girl here; Sherri and I are just tried to give you a nudge. I just hope that this means that you will return the favor, and make Sherri happy. By the way, I DID say that Sherri and I were bisexual, didn't I. I wouldn't mind we did this donation the old fashioned way, with a direct deposit. Maybe you can get lucky with both of us?"

At this point, my mouth was wide open. I could not even think of a response. 

Mary just smiled and reached over, closed my mouth, and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "That's just something to think about, big boy." Mary pivoted around and headed toward the white van, doing her best to swivel her ass just like Sherri had done.

I watched Mary wiggle away for a moment, and then got my bearings back. I reached down into my pocket and pulled out my recorder. I wanted to re-hear want I had just heard. Was I just offered a three-way with Mary and Sherri? I needed to hear that again. No wait! I was just listening to Tonya and Ben; I would have recorded over my evidence of their affair! "Check, Check." Nothing happened. No red light appeared on the recorder. I smiled to myself. I had not recorded over the rest of Ben and Tonya's love session. I then looked back up at Mary, and back down at the recorder. 

I started to panic. She was surprised when I asked about the divorce lawyer. Mary didn't know about the recorder. In the morning session, she didn't know that I knew what I knew. But she was trying to give me a little nudge. I grabbed my keys and unlocked the car. 

Mary and Sherri knew, and they were both giving me a nudge! Mary was only going to give me the video after I had put two and two together! I wasn't supposed to figure this out by the recording. I was supposed to figure this out by the contract! 

I jammed my key into the ignition and started the car. I quickly strapped myself in. A clinic! I needed to go to a clinic! They could have lied about the result and told me that I had some STD. I wanted the truth! I knew that I couldn't trust the result that Sherri was going to give me. They knew that Tonya was cheating, and I knew the result that I would be getting from Sherri tomorrow afternoon. Whether it was true or not, they were going to tell me that I had an STD!

I was right! This was a setup! A fucking setup! Even if it was good intentioned, they were setting me up to confront my wife. Where is a clinic? I need to find a clinic!

I drove towards my bank, trying to remember where a clinic was. I pulled into the West End Health Center, and walked in. I went up to the receptionist and told her. "My wife is having an affair, and I need to be tested for STDs."

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After filling out some forms, and giving my insurance information. I had to wait for about 40 minutes. I pulled out my ear buds, and listened to the rest of Ben and Tonya's interlude. Once again, listening to two people having sex is pretty boring. The time seemed to drone on and on. 

After a while, I started to appreciate what Ben was doing. I don't think I ever tried to extend the love making session, like Ben tried to do. I was simply foreplay, oral, and then vaginal sex to climax. Ben was alternating between the three. I was always in the moment, as you say, always trying to increase the tension towards a final climax. When Ben would get close to a climax, he would taper off and switch off to foreplay of oral sex. After a while, he would switch positions and return to vaginal sex. Tonya was having a climax every eight to ten minutes. I a way, I started to admire him. After about thirty minutes they both had a final climax, and it was over. Tonya asked Ben what he wanted to drink, and Ben wanted some iced tea. I then heard Tonya go down the stairs and came back up.

I tried to estimate the total amount of time that Tonya and Ben had made love. I concluded that their love session was over 50 minutes long before Ben had climaxed. Tonya had climaxed 5 times. The Sex was also not as intense as I remember having with Tonya, it was more slow and mechanical sounding. 

Mary was right, I had lost Tonya, but it takes two to make a relationship work, so in a way, Tonya had allowed it to happen, too. I could have been a better lover, and a better companion, but.....but Tonya also needed to tell me what she wanted. Instead of pulling me closer to her, she pushed me away with demands and sarcasm, just like this morning. She had pushed me away, and I had given up trying to get close to her. I started to conclude that both of us became lost in our careers, and both of us took each other for granted. 




The Contract Ch. 02



I thought about what happened just in the last 6 months. It was midterms at the high school, so Tonya had been teaching for the last 9 weeks. Before that, drill team camp for her; and the McGreggor account for me. And what did we do together during the summer break? We both went up to Michigan, so that Tonya could spend two weeks in a drill team clinic for instructors, while I went off to a series glass fusing and glass etching clinics. In short, we may have slept in the same hotel room, but we had taken separate vacations last summer. Our marriage was on autopilot and had gone off course. 

The tape continued to play. I listened of the sound of Tonya moaning again, as Ben performed oral sex. After a while, a nurse called my name and asked me to follow her. I shut of the recorder, and followed the nurse into a room to get my vitals checked. I then told her what I had told the receptionist and she went to get a doctor. I turned on the recording and continued to listen to Tonya moans, and then they stitched off and I could hear Ben moaning. The noises were very difficult to make out, and I mainly stared as the posters on the wall of the clinic. Once again, I concluded that listening to two people having sex was pretty boring, and somewhat silly sounding. I was a visual person, and not as much an aural person. After a while, I wasn't quite sure how long, Ben had managed to get it up again, and the two of them were going at it again. 

I was pretty bored of the whole thing, and was happy when the doctor came in to break up the monotony. I explained for the third time that my wife was having an affair, and that I wanted to be tested for STDs. He explained that most of the tests would take two to three days, for results, but a few could be done that would only take an hour or so. I told him that I wanted to do both. He called in a nurse, and had her get the tests. He gave me cups for urine and sperm samples, and left me alone for a while. After peeing in one cup, the earlier visions of Sherri bouncing towards me made it easy to make a sperm sample. After about five minutes of blood letting, the doctor had most of the samples done. He then told me to drop my pants and get on the table. He then pulled out an 8 inch long and very thin stick with a swab on the end. 

"Doc, you've got to be kidding!"

"Sorry Mr. Beckson, but I'm not. This goes where you think it goes. This is one gives results in about twenty minutes. Do you want to pass on this one?"

I gritted my teeth, put myself flat on my back, and stared at the ceiling. "No, just get it over with."

And yes, it DID hurt, and after five minutes waiting in the little room, I went to the bathroom, and had blood in my piss.

I waited in the room while the tests were being done. I finished listening to the second session, and was relieved that they finished. Tonya sent Ben home, and put the sheets in the laundry before taking a shower. I got to hear myself getting home from the banquet and showering. I shut off the recorder and put it away. I was satisfied that Tonya was having an affair, and that I had proof. I was also positive that Mary did have a video clip that would show Tonya and Ben doing something in Orlando that would be against the morals clause in their teaching contract. I wanted to get a hold of the video clip, and watch it, but it was enough to know that Mary would supply it to me. 

I spent the next few minutes in fantasy bliss thinking about a three-way with Sherri and Mary. Then the doctor came back into the room for a final consultation. 

"Well Paul, It isn't that bad. The only thing we've detected is Chlamydia."

"And that's bad."

The doctor wrote out a prescription. "Well, it's easily treatable, so it's not that bad."

"Are there any long term effects?"

"It can lead to infertility if not treated. But that's mostly in females. If you were getting close to being infertile, you would have experienced pain while having an orgasm. We would have heard you from the hallway while you, well... made your sample for us."

"That's good. Wait... This causes infertility in women, too?"

"Yeah, it can scar up the uterus, so that a fetus cannot attach."

I looked at the prescription. "And this will take care of it?"

"No problem, you will be back in action in a week."

"Ok, Doc. I'll need something in writing that I can hand to my divorce lawyer that says that you tested me for STDs and found Chlamydia."

I got my booster shot, a letter, my prescription, and I was told I could come in next Tuesday and get the rest of the results. 

I was then off to the bank. I transferred some of our assets from our joint account into my personal account, and tried to deposit the bonus check. The teller told me that the check was post dated, and that I could not deposit it until next month. I took the check back, and sure enough, the month was not October, but November. I thought to myself, who could do such an accounting blunder? There was only one name that came back, Mary!

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It was 3PM and I hopped in the car and drove back to the office. I had been given the afternoon off, and had spent over two hours in a clinic. I would much rather have spent the rest of the afternoon at the glass shop, picking out new stuff for projects, but I had questions, and I knew Mary had some of the answers. But here I was going BACK to work, and I now felt that part of what happened to me and Tonya was caused by this place. I was getting fed up with my life on autopilot, and I now wanted out. 

It felt good to actually go into the clinic, and get results. I may not have liked the results that I had received, but I did feel that I was now taking action, and not just reacting to what was happening around me. I now knew that the proposal by Sherri was a setup, but I need to know how much of a setup it was. I also need to figure out how Mary knew what the results would be if I was tested for STDs. She had it out beforehand, but she couldn't have tested me, she must have figured out that either Ben or Tonya was infected. She must have tested them somehow.

Think, Paul, Think! How did Mary know? How did she do it? I was going into the parking lot, and spotted a bumper sticker on a car, a band booster sticker. That's it! Mary has a son in the marching band, and she does volunteer work with the band. 

I didn't know if Mary was still at work, because I didn't see the big white van in the parking lot, but I went in and found Mary in her office. I knocked on the door, but I didn't wait for a reply. Mary was at her desk, looking at some spreadsheet on her screen. She turned and smiled at me, and when I didn't smile back, she started to tense up. 

I spoke in a calm monotone voice. "Don't say anything, just nod or shake your head. I just want yes or no answers."

"Paul, I just...."

I cut her off, "Mary, I just want yes or no answers for now. I pretty pissed off right now, and if I am going to do anything for you and Sherri, I need you to cooperate with me."

Mary looked up, and nodded. 

"Not last Friday, but the week before, Tonya hurt her arm in the band hall after the football game. Did you help her clean her wound?"

Mary nodded.

"And you took some of her blood to Sherri, so that she could test it?"

Again, Mary nodded. 

I growled at her, "And you knew! You knew that Tonya had Chlamydia, and that I probably had it too!"

Mary looked up, sniffed and nodded again. "How...How do you know?"

"I felt like I was being set up, so I had the results tested independently. Please, let me ask the questions, just nod or shake your head."

Mary broke her eyes from me, and looked down again. She nodded again.

"So you then got Sherri to approach me, knowing that I am infected, and let her trick me into giving a blood sample, with the guise that I would be able to father a child." 

This time, I saw a tear drop from Mary's face, and she shook her head. "Paul, the offer is real, Sherri wants to have a baby, and she thinks the world of you."

I was taken back by this. "And what about you, Mary?"

"Paul, before I tell you, I want you to pull out that damn recorder of yours. That's it, and put it on the desk. Are you recording this?"

"No."

Mary saw that the red light was off, and she went on.

"Whomever Sherri chooses to be the biological father, I will choose too. I want us to be a family, and we may be only able to have half brothers and half sisters, but I want that bond between our children."

Mary was getting worked up about telling me this. I could tell that she had not confided in anyone that she was having a lesbian romance with Sherri. She was coming out of the closet for me, and I knew she was taking a risk. I was going to get some real answers, but I needed to assure her, that her secret was safe.

"Mary, I know this is hard, but I am not recording this, and I promise I will not tell a soul. But I need to know, Why me?"

"Sherri has had problems with men because they see her as a collection of very sexy body parts, and never as a whole person. I know even you lust after her, but you treat her, and other women, as a whole. She has become jaded at the thought that a man could love her for her personality, and she knows what age will do to her body. She is looking for a life partner, and she thinks she can only attract a man who thinks about her superficially. She sees you as the exception."

"Sherri is a wonderful woman, and has a huge heart, but people only see her as a sex object. She cares about others, and that's why she got into nursing. She worked at a hospital for a while, and found that nurses spend time connecting with patients, only to see them leave. The connection is fleeting, and she found that her relationships became even more superficial because of the transient nature of patients. She switched from hospital work to working in a company clinic, because it meant the relationships that she would make would be more long term, but most men around here still treat her as a sex object."

OK, Mary, that explains Sherri, what about you?" 

"Paul, I am one of the 70% of women that has never had an orgasm from vaginal stimulation alone. Lick my clit for about six to eight minutes and I will be quivering in sexual ecstasy, but a man can pound on me all day, and nothing going to happen. Sure, I will enjoy it, but I won't see shooting starts or fireworks. I don't think Jim could handle that his manhood would never satisfy me, and it drove him to cheat on me for his manly pride. I was completely satisfied with his oral sex, but he wanted more of me than I was capable of giving him. Sherri satisfies me, and accepts me, more than Jim ever has. I do like having sex with men, and vaginal sex does feel good to me, but I need the acceptance that Sherri gives me more. I want a family, Paul, and I want it with Sherri.

"Mary, I want children of my own, I don't want to give away my parental rights. 

More tears fell from Mary's face, "I know, I've heard you go on and on about your dream to have a family, and I want you to have one. I also want to have more children too, with Sherri. Paul, I'm not sorry about helping you find out about Tonya and Ben. I want you to have your dream. I just wanted to help you to get out of a bad situation. Paul, I'm not the one cheating here, please don't shoot the messenger, I'm trying to help!"

I stood up, and backed away. She was trying to help me, and I was just lashing out. "I'm sorry Mary, you're right. You're just trying to help. You may have ulterior motives, but you are trying to help."

I paced the room, and became lost in thought. I then turn back to Mary, "You turned to Ben after the divorce, didn't you? And he gave you Chlamydia, too. That's how you knew to test Tonya."

Mary looked at me and smiled. "And I probably had to take the same pills that you are about to take. It was a quick affair, and we didn't click. I though he was a predator, so I started watching him on field trips, to see if he was doing any of the students, but he's not like that. Ben is just looking for a wife; and his best resource is the unmarried mothers of the students. I'm not sure how Tonya got pulled into this.

"She became his muse."

"What?"

"She is a muse; an object of inspiration. I used to draw her when she was a dancer. She was my muse then, but not anymore."

"So, you're starting to catch on. Paul. That's good! Paul, can you please do me a favor? It's Thursday, and I we had planned to give you the results tomorrow, and let to watch Tonya and Ben through opened eyes. They have a chemistry about them, and I wanted you to know and watch them during the game, and see what you have been missing. Can you keep silent for just one more night?

I continued to pace. "Yeah, sure, why not? I'm not much of an actor, but I'll think of something. By the way Mary, you post dated my bonus? Why?"

"I wanted you to land on your feet. That bonus is yours, and since Tonya didn't have the decency to come the banquet, I figured that you should get it all."

I shook my head, "I'm going to play this one by the book. I will take measures on my part to make this an even split, but Tonya is going to get half of this."

Mary smiled, and extended her hand. "As you wish, I'll personally make the correction."

"No, I'll go through the proper channels. I'm going to give it back to Richard, and hand in my resignation."

"What!"

"Hopefully, it's only on paper, but I'm not giving that cheating bitch a cent of alimony! I'm going to resign, and first use up all my holiday and vacation time, and hope it's enough to get me through the 90 day waiting period until the divorce is final. I may end up self employed. You may even see me come in as contracted help."

"Paul, are you sure about this?"

"Mary, are you sure that one employee getting pregnant by using another employee's sperm does not break the non-fraternization clause in our employment contract? I think there is a flaw in your plan, and I may be able to correct that by becoming an independent contractor."

"Oh.....Ooooooooh!" and with that, Mary smiled and blew me a kiss as I left her office.

**********

I can't say I was on his "favorite employee" list when I left Richard's office. After all, Richard had gone to bat for me on the commission on the McGreggor account, and in less than five hours later, I had turned around and handed in my resignation. I played the beginning of the bookmarked recording for Richard, and he knew that I was heading for a divorce. He also understood that I wasn't going to give the bitch alimony, and to make sure of that, I would at least have to quit on paper. I told him that I would be open to contract work, and that I wouldn't refuse any work thrown my way, and that brought him around. 

He wanted to keep me, so he accepted my resignation, and we strung the vacation and sick leave together to extend my benefits past the New Year. Including weekends and holidays, it covered 81 days, and didn't cover the three months that the divorce would require. I was still a few days short, but the new calendar year would also bring a new issuing of vacation and sick leave. It would be possible to pull this off, and then be re-hired. It also helped that I agreed to do work for him as an independent contractor. I could show on paper that I was not employed, but I could still take on a short time projects, and get some additional income.

I wasn't going to tell him that I was planning to go independent. I also wasn't going to tell him that I expected to spend at least 60-80 hours a week trying to become a glass artist. I could produce a large body of work in the next three months, and use this paid time off to start up Beckson Glassworks.

Richard went with me to clean out my desk, and walked me out to my car. I placed my box of personal effects in the trunk, and we chatted for a while. We shook hands, and I watched him go back in the office, just as others started pouring out. I looked at my watch, and it was 5PM. Oh, well, so much for taking the afternoon off. 

I turned to get into my car when I started hearing wolf whistles. I turned around to see Sherri getting unwanted advances as she left the building. Three men were following her and giving her a lot of grief. I looked around, and found that the big white van was just out on the street and that Mary was getting into the passenger seat in the front. I knew where Sherri was going and I moved to intercept.

The three guys continue to talk trash to her. Sherri's head was lowered and she was gritting her teeth. She passed right by me and didn't recognize me, as she made her way to the van. She did notice that the taunting had stopped, because I heard the clicking of her heels stop. 

"Guys, you need to stop tormenting the lady."

"Look, Ben, this is between the lady and us, if you don't mind."

"I do mind, if I think the woman is being sexually harassed."

There were others in the parking lot, and they were starting to stare. I knew there would be witnesses. 

One of the insensitive idiots stepped forward. "Are you threatening me? This is a free country, and I free to talk to the lady if I want to."

"And you are free to leave the lady alone. From her body language, the lady doesn't want to talk to you, and continuing to make advancements is sexual harassment. I will report you, if you don't leave the woman alone."

"So you are threatening me! Come on guys, it's three to one."

The idiot lunged forward and threw a roundhouse at me. I easily blocked it and made a quick jab to his open right side, while giving out a loud "CHO!" sound. The idiot crumpled and I backed into a ready stance. The two other, who had started to rush me, stopped, and had second thoughts. 

"Do you really want to tangle with a black belt? I want you to know that I pulled the punch, and I didn't' crack his ribs. If you continue to press me, all of my punches will be at full force. " 

The two backed up, and I looked around and saw that I had plenty of witnesses. "I just want to show the lady some respect. Just collect your friend and leave now, and nothing will be reported."

As the two picked up their fiend to leave, I turned to Sherri. Her eyes were bulging in disgust. She knew that I was defending her honor, but she was obviously a pacifist. She was used to this harassment, and knew that it would end once she got into the van. My defending her was not necessary, and she didn't think much about men fighting over her. 

The rule with martial arts is that best fight is the one that never happens, and I had violated it. I could have not confronted the three guys directly. I could have stopped them and asked them a sports question. A question like, "Do you think the Rams have a chance this year?" would have stopped the harassment and allowed Ms. Grey to get to her van, without the need to throw a punch. 

She lowered her head and said, "Thank You, Mr. Beckson." She then spun around and walked towards her van. I didn't watch her ass this time, I watched her head. I could only see tension. I couldn't tell if she was more pissed at me, or at the three idiots harassing her.

I knew that I had screwed up, but I didn't go after her. Trying to explain myself would make the matter worst. I may not have done what she wanted me to do, but I had done an honorable thing by defending her, and I had nothing to apologize for. She had to know that my life had gone to shit, and that I was frustrated. Even when I did act out, I did so with some amount of control. I could have broken the guy's ribs, and with the fact that there were three of them against me, I would be justified my actions. The thought occurred to me that maybe I was marking my territory, but I dismissed it immediately. I didn't want to give Sherri my sperm, if I had to give over my parental rights. I was defending Sherri for Mary, and not for me.




The Contract Ch. 02



I had gotten into Martial Arts and Karate while in Junior High. The jocks would see me drawing, and would lash out at me by calling me gay. I think this was their way of dismissing my talents. Women like to be flattered, and drawing them, and making them the center of your attention, makes their heart melt. But the talent also earns disrespect from the guys competing for the woman's attention. The other guys could see my talent, and wanted some way to diminish me, so they would call me a wimp. I strengthened my body and soul with Karate, and in the end, I saw that my drawing was strengthened by the act of honing my body. I didn't feel that I was in the same league as some of the great eastern warriors and samurai that had trained before me, but I did notice that many were responsible for great works of art. I never doubted that the word "Art" was used correctly when Sun Tzu names his military treatise, "The Art of War". The Artist and Warrior were best side by side in the same body.

I watched Sherri get into the van, and I watched the van drive off. Mary gave me a wave and a "thumbs up" sign, but Sherri never looked over at me. Oh, well. Let no good deed go unpunished. I turned and walked back to my car, and noticed that several of the onlookers were admiring me for that I had done. I got several nods from the men, and smiles from the women. Even though I pulled my punch, it had felt good to have a physical release from what had happened in the last two days. I was feeling pretty good about myself, when I turned over the ignition, and wanted to reward myself before facing Tonya. 

I pointed myself and the car towards the glass supply house. I only had an hour before it closed, and I knew I was going to make Eddy, the store owner, a very happy man. The drop in the economy first hit non-essential expenditures first, and many of Eddy's clients had cut back. He had mentioned that times were tough for him, and I had seen his inventory of glass and tools dwindle. I was about to give his business a serious shot of adrenaline. 

I was happy, and I would worry about Tonya, Mary, and Sherri later.

**********

This is the end of part two. Thank You, for reading. This is turning into a five part series. I hope to the next installment out to you real soon. 



The Contract Ch. 02



She stretched luxuriously in her bed, arching her back she stiffens her legs and groans from the pleasure of it. She turns her head, expecting to see the bowed head of the boy and frowns, for the first time since the week of his joining her he is not there. Immediately put in a foul mood she slips out of the bed and grimaces as her feet hit the cold floor. Strike two against him, he knew by now how she detested putting her feet on the cold floor in the morning, sighing she stalks to her bathroom. 

Slipping her arms into the robe hanging on the door, she rummages under the sink, pulling out a bucket, she fills it with the coldest water that will come from the faucet. Her mind wanders to the boy, she had known it was a matter of time before he decided to test her to this extreme. He was too much of a man's man, needing to be in control and the one with the power. She would not stand for it. This was her house, her rules and she most certainly hoped she did not need to remind him that he had come to her. She did not have to chase her men, they always came to her. Her foot starts tapping as she becomes angrier. Seeing that the bucket is half full, she pulls it from under the faucet and moves towards the kennel room. 

She stops in the doorway, hoping for his sake that the reason he was not front and center this morning was due to technical errors with the timed release on his kennel. Taking in the scene, she sighs, the gate is wide open showing her that there was no failure and upon closer inspection she sees he is still sound asleep with a very impressive erection. She admires it for a few minutes and grits her teeth as she watches his hand wrap around it, knowing that if she allows this to continue he will make himself cum in his sleep. Gripping her bucket in both hands she flings the water on him, watching it splash across his face, bring him awake with a shocked shout, "What the fuck!!"

She hisses at him, "What the fuck is exactly right!!! Get your lazy, over sleeping ass out of that cage right now!!" At her words his eyes widen as he remembers in an instant where he is and what he has done. Some small part of him feels the need to defy her, he crouches in the cage staring at her his body tense as he refuses her order. 

"Oh, really? Is this how the day is going to start out? You want to test me so early in the morning? You fucking piece of shit." She reaches round to the front of the cage, her hand going to the timer, watching him intently she flips a switch, smirking as the cage becomes electrified the zaps making him jump and scuttle out of the cage, directly into her waiting hands. She immediately grabs him by the hair, jerking him to her, face inches from his own she hisses, "You will learn this lesson well. I will not stand for tardiness in the morning, I absolutely will not tolerate you touching any part of you that now belongs to me," her foot slams quickly and roughly against his softening cock as she says the last. Jerking his face back hard, she brings her hand down with force across his cheek, "This ultimate disrespect you show me by not coming to me when I command is absolutely the last time I will see this, correct?" She stares at him, waiting.

"Yes, yes Lady, please I am sorry."

"Sorry isn't good enough, not nearly good enough! Assume the punishment position now." She releases his hair, shoving him away from her, tapping her toe impatiently as he moves, pushing his ass in the air somewhat hesitantly. He knows he's fucked up, he realizes he may have seriously overstepped by defying her especially when he had already failed her this morning. She growls as he doesn't move fast enough, she leans over and grips his hips, jerking them up. She brings her hand down hard on his cheeks, first one then the other. No gentle build up like he is used too when she spanks him, just hard uncaring slaps one right after the other. In no time at all his body is jerking, his ass is on fire, he starts whimpering. She spanks his ass in silence, letting him feel the anger through every hard crack of her hand on his ass. She knows she needn't speak to him of his transgressions, she knows how his mind works already. Quickly he starts begging, "Please, Lady..please, I'm sorry.. please Lady!!"

She ignores him, not fully satisfied she finally starts speaking. Her words matching with each strike of her hand on his ass. "I do not like starting my day like this, it upsets me. You upset me. I really am wondering if you are even worth my time or effort. Do you think I should let you continue your training? Do you think you deserve a second chance, you filthy piece of shit??"

"Yes..please Lady don't make me leave, please. I will do better. I swear it. Please I don't want to leave you. Anything you want, please!!" he cries, her words ripping through him. His biggest fear now that she will kick him out. 

She slaps his ass a few more times hard as she can, watching him jerk. "Turn over, bitch. Your punishment is not finished. That was for simply not being where you are supposed to be every morning." She moves to the closet while he turns, she pulls out the cock cage she had made especially for him, coming back to him she looks down. 

"Since you can't seem to control yourself even in your sleep, it is time for the cage. I've been rather nice to you so far. I have not locked you up, giving you the chance to prove to me that you have some will power. Obviously that trust was misplaced. Stand up." She looks at him dispassionately, waiting for him to stand before her. Gripping his cock she quickly slips it into the cage before he can become hard again. She snaps the lock in place and looks up at him as she slips the key around her neck, watching as his eyes follow it as it comes to lay between her breasts. "No more orgasms, no more touching at all for you. You are filthy." 

His eyes drop, his ass is on fire his cock is locked. He nods, "Yes, Lady. I am truly sorry."

She laughs. "Your defiance amuses me to some degree. You are sorry for now, but I suspect we have a few more fights on our hands. Get on your knees, now." He complies quickly and gracefully, going to his knees before her, shuddering as his cock attempts to get hard in the cage her power overwhelming him. She rests her hand on his head then pushes hard. He knows what she wants and immediately bows his head, his lips soft against her toes as he kisses them, lavishing them with his desire to please her. 

She sighs and walks away, "Come along bitch you have much to do today..."



The Contract Ch. 02



IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR GRAPHIC SEX SCENES, YOU WILL NOT FIND IT IN THIS STORY, IF THAT' S YOUR BAG, I SUGGEST YOU TRY ELSEWHERE.

*

The inspection meeting about the Pearson Contract took place as scheduled and Andy Pearson declared himself satisfied that Jim's company could fulfil the requirements of the contract. Jim was relieved, the next step was to win the business, but the first important hurdle had been overcome. 

True to his word to Janice, he never mentioned to Andy that his wife, Janice knew him and was in fact her first lover whilst at University. He had carefully removed the pictures of Janice and Jenny from his office, but had forgotten that Jenny was working in the factory that week as part of a 'work experience' opportunity that his company operated in partnership win the local schools and town council. He did not realise that she would be on Reception at lunch time covering for the normal receptionist. As fate would have it, Andy Pearson was standing talking to her when Jim arrived to escort him to their first meeting. Jim watched them together for a moment before interrupting Jenny and welcoming Andy. 

Jim was concerned that Andy would remember Janice when he looked at Jenny, but to his relief Andy made no comment apart from saying that he thought our receptionist was a great asset. He also made a couple of suggestive remarks regarding Jenny and Jim almost lost his cool after one particular remark regarding her physical attributes. He tried to laugh it off and told Andy he could get himself arrested as she was only just sixteen years old. 

Andy said, "Hey, if that's so then she is past the age of consent. I was only joking. She's too young for my tastes. I prefer more mature women, but she sure is pretty. In a couple of years she will be fighting the boys off."

Jim thought to himself, never mind a couple of years, Jenny was having no trouble getting dates even now.

Before Andy departed, he informed Jim and his boss that the tender documents would be sent to them electronically tonight and that the return date was ten working days from receipt. 

The documents duly arrived and mindful of Janice's warning about Andy Pearson's character Jim worked late that evening scrutinising them far more than he would have normally. He usually left contracts to their legal department to sort, but he did note several clauses that he highlighted for further clarification. The contract itself was pretty standard, but the payment terms of 120 days was unacceptable. The main problem came with the delivery schedule and volumes. Pearson's wanted the ability to increase or decrease the delivery volumes by 25% with three days notice. 

The following day, Jim expressed his concerns about these clauses with his boss and the production management and they were in agreement. They were also worried about the potential impact this could have on the company generally. As it was, if the were successful in this tender, it would mean that Pearson's would soak up nearly 50% of their production capacity. The feeling was that they had too many eggs in a single basket, so contingency plans would be needed to counter this. 

The Production manager was to look at offsetting parts of the production process to other local companies should an increase delivery rate be demanded.

Jim was tasked to find out a bit more about Pearson's, not just the usual credit checks, but to use his contacts to delve a bit deeper into their business practices.

Janice was working from home that morning as she had no interviews scheduled and was just thinking about getting herself a coffee when the front doorbell rang. With a quick glance in the mirror to ensure she was presentable she went and opened the door. She was taken aback to see Andy Pearson standing there holding a bunch of flowers and bearing a huge grin on his face. As she stood there speechless, Andy moved to give her a kiss on the cheek. Janice was still trying to recover from her surprise to do anything but stand there as he pecked her cheek.

"May I come in?" he asked as he moved past her and into the hall.

"How the hell did you know where I live?" she stuttered.

"Easy," he replied, "I recognised Jenny as your daughter as soon as I set eyes on her. She is your double at the same age, it was simply a case of making a few discrete enquiries of your husband's secretary to establish who she was and that she was Jim's daughter. Then I just looked up your address from the telephone book and here I am."

He walked into the lounge and Janice motioned him to sit down and offered him coffee. Whilst she was busy making it, he took the opportunity to take a good look at the pictures dotted about the room. 

He stood up when Janice returned with the coffee and them waited while she sat down on the settee. He sat beside her and continued, "I am surprised that Jim did not mention you to me yesterday, you must have told him that you and I knew each other years ago! Why did Jim keep it a secret that he was married to my old girl friend?"

"That would be because I asked him not to tell you. I did not want your memories of our previous relationship, good or bad to influence you when you come to make your decision on the contract," she replied.

Andy took his time and looked her up and down and said, "I made the biggest mistake of my life when I screwed up our relationship. There was a certain chemistry between us that I have never found again. You will never know how much I regret our break-up." 

At that he reached for her hand and Janice tried to pull away, but he kept a firm grip on her hand and asked, "Did you miss me at all when we broke up?"

"Of course I did, one cannot just turn off feelings just like that, I missed you for a long time. I loved you and I loved the sex we had, but I do have some morals and a gang bang was way beyond what I was prepared to do and on top of that to find out your boyfriend was in fact your pimp was a gross betrayal of my trust!" she cried and snatched her hand away from his.

He moved to put his hand around her shoulders but she stiffened and quickly stood up.

"You know seeing you again has brought those memories back and I still can't forgive you for what you tried to do. I would like you to leave now and please don't contact me again."

Andy stood up and walked to the front door to leave, but turned back and said, "You can be assured that our previous relationship will not adversely affect my business decision regarding the contract. I will always be here if you ever need me, I will leave you my card, it has my office and mobile numbers, you only have to call."

With that he left and Janice just stood there wondering what the hell just happened. She recalled the good times, the intimacy, the love and of course the sex. She felt herself getting damp at the thought of the sex they had shared. She loved her husband dearly but she had never experienced the heights of arousal and fulfilment that she had from the sex she had shared with Andy and his cousin. She shook herself and forced herself to get her business head on and returned to the task in hand before the interruption.

When Jim returned home that evening, Janice had prepared a nice meal for them both. Jenny had gone out to the cinema with her latest boyfriend, so they had the house to themselves. She told Jim an edited version of Andy's visit merely stating what he had told her regarding the contract. The food and the wine had Janice's desired effect and after the main course was over, Janice took Jim's hand and led him to the bedroom saying, "I think you will find desert to your liking." 

Jim pulled down the zipper, unfastening her dress and caressing her full breasts over her bra. Janice responded to his touch by grabbing his belt and pulling at his trousers to release his rampant erection. She had been getting steadily more aroused since the visit of her surprise guest that morning. Try as hard as she might, she could not shake the mental images of Andy and his cousin Jake making love to her and bringing her to so many orgasms. She had never experienced the like since but poor old Jim was going to get the benefit tonight. So she thought, what did it matter so long they both enjoyed it.

They made love twice between eight and eleven o'clock before drifting off to sleep. Janice awoke when she heard to Jenny come in around midnight and made a mental note to have a word with her in the morning, eleven was the deadline and Jenny knew it. 

Janice did not sleep much after that, her thoughts were bouncing around inside her head. Andy certainly still found her attractive and she was flattered that she could still cause that reaction in men. She fantasized whether she could ever be unfaithful to Jim and surprised herself that she could even contemplate it. 

The fact that it was Andy that appeared as the central figure in her fantasy was disturbing, how could she consider him after how he had used her! Still, she mused, he seems to have changed, he had presented himself as a mature, considerate and attentive man. She was flattered by his attention today but still, she hoped they did not meet again.

The days passed and as the submission deadline grew closer, Jim worked some long days to get their proposal completed. One evening Jim told her that they had just submitted the Pearson's tender. 

She asked him how his enquiries into Pearson's business practices was going and he said, "I checked with a sales guy I know. He no longer works for the same company so I had a job tracking him down. His company at the time was called Metal Fabrications and they were regular competitors of ours, so we had crossed paths many times. What it boils down to, is that he told me Pearson's had contracted with M.F. for the provision of components. They had accepted the T& C's as proposed and soon caught a cold. The contract drove M.F. to the brink of bankruptcy and at that point Pearson's had stepped in and bought them out for a song. Soon after he was made redundant and was out of a job. He warned me to be very careful in our dealings with them."

Janice asked, "You still think it's a good contract to go for?"

Jim said, "Only if we get changes to the T&C's. If we don't we will walk away."

The very next day, Jim told her that his company's tender for Pearson's had been short-listed and The MD and himself would be going to Manchester the day after tomorrow to make their formal presentation to Andy and other Pearson's Board members. Janice asked who else from Pearson's would be there and was surprised when Jake Pearson, the Finance Director would be the other key representative present. Jim warned her that he would be away one night or maybe two depending how things went. They were first on in the morning and they wanted to rehearse their presentation the night before.

The following morning, Janice kissed him goodbye and wished him luck and set about her own preparations for the day ahead.

Jim phoned her that night and told her they had run through the presentation and it looked good. The MD would be there to show their commitment and would be leaving immediately after the presentation. Jim would be staying on to tour Pearson's site and also to be available should there be any follow up questions. He would call her the following evening and tell her how it went.

Around seven the next evening, Jim phoned, he was excited and bubbly, they had done it! Pearson's had awarded them the business. She asked about the issues they had identified in the contract document and he assured her that they had negotiated and reached agreement on all of the critical issues, the others they agreed to review if any problems arose. On the key aspect of invoice payment, Pearson's had modified their position and reduced the 120 day demand to 60 days. That would help offset the large outlay they would have on gearing up for the contract.

She asked what he was going to do that evening and he replied, "I am going out to dinner with Andy and Jake, I am told you will remember him from Uni. I'm sorry Janice but I must go now, they are waiting in Reception for me. I will see you tomorrow, love you."

"Love you to," she replied, but he had already hung up.

She thought, he is so full of it tonight. Well let him enjoy his evening he has worked hard to get this business and deserves to let his hair down a bit. 

The next day when Jim returned home he was a bit subdued and Janice put it down to the remnants of his hangover. As she readied herself for bed, she wondered if he would make love to her tonight, she was feeling randy and had missed having him beside her on the previous two nights. 

When he finally came to bed, he just gave her a quick peck on the cheek, turned over and went to sleep. She was seething, she felt angry and confused, normally after a business success, Jim would be all over her, such was the aphrodisiac effect of winning a major contract, but not tonight. She wondered what was wrong, was it her or something deeper. She tried to put her suspicions behind her and settled into a troubled sleep.

Over the next week or two things improved between them and normal relations resumed. Jim, as Account Manager for the Pearson's contract was often in Manchester over the next few weeks, but only had to stop over once or twice. The contract was in the ramp up phase with the first deliveries due in four weeks time.

It was a week after the first deliveries on the contract were made that Janice received an E.Mail. The contents were six photographs of Jim in bed with two women, one was a petite coloured girl with hardly any breasts and one an Amazon blonde. In one of the photographs, they were engaged in sex, Jim was impaled in the amazon while the coloured girl was sucking the amazon's huge breasts. The others were of similar scenes and Janice noted they had last weeks date visible in the file name.

She tried to check who had sent them, but the sender's name was blocked and there was no other comments or text on the file. She did not have enough knowledge of computers to explore further. 

She was waiting in the lounge when Jim arrived home that night. She gave him little chance to get in before confronting him with the pictures. He turned pale and tried to stammer some form of apology. 

She would have none of it and asked him sarcastically, "Did you have a good time fucking both of them, you usually can't get it up twice in twenty four hours, never mind one after the other!"

Jim realised he had fucked up big style and he cried. "I'm sorry, it just happened that once. I was in the bar and feeling lonely, they approached me and we got chatting. I was flattered that I could be attractive to two young women and I was drinking quite a bit. Somehow found myself back in my room and in bed with them. It was just sex, I don't make habit of picking up women when I'm away, I promise you, it was a one time event, please forgive me, I promise it won't happen again!"

Janice was not satisfied with that answer and continued to vent her anger at him until he finally lost it with her and struck back saying angrily, "What's so different in what I did compared to what you did. You, by your own admission bedded two men at the same time on a regular basis?"

"You bastard!" she screamed, "We were not even married when that event happened, we had not even met! You told me you were not concerned about what happened before we got together, but clearly you must have resented my confession and could not resist the chance to try out three in a bed for yourself! Well I hope you enjoyed it, because it'll be a cold day in hell before you get any more sex from me!"

"You had better sleep in the spare bedroom for now until I decide what I'm going to do next!" she told him. "I will talk to Jenny in the morning and explain what's going on, you can join me if you wish, it's up to you."

The next morning, they both sat with Jenny and tried to explain to her what was happening between them. Jenny looked at them both and said, "You don't need to go into any detail, I'm not deaf, I heard it all during your screaming match last night."

She continued, "Dad, I'm really disappointed in you, I thought you were more of a man than that. I hope it was worth it!"

With that she left them to discuss what next. Janice told him to start looking for somewhere else to live as she intended seeking a divorce. Jim pleaded with her to give him a second chance and she reluctantly agreed. 

That lasted for two days' Jim was still sleeping in the spare bedroom until he came home one night to find his bags packed and sitting on the drive way. He was stunned. He thought he had won a reprieve and wondered what had changed. He soon found out, Janice just handed him an envelope and when he opened it, more pictures spilled out. He was centre stage again, this time with a different girl. He felt his blood drain from his head and grasped the door to steady himself. He was speechless, how, when, where, then he remembered, the night of the contract award, he went out for dinner with Andy and Jake. They ended up in a nightclub and when he awoke the next morning with no clear recollection of the previous night at all. He must have scored again. Shit, he thought, we will never recover from this. 

He tried to explain, but Janice just said quietly, "I may have been able to forgive you one affair, but clearly there has been more than one, I don't know how many or how long you have been putting it about, but we are now finished for good. You can pick up your other stuff, when you find somewhere to live!"

She turned and left him standing there. He finally collected his belongings and drove to a hotel for the night. 

To be continued... 



The Contract Ch. 02



Jade walked away in triumph, her stomach fluttering with butterflies. Darren paced in awe behind her, himself also quivering with excitement.

She turned and smiled at him, and he returned her joy. It was a match made in heaven.

The long walk ended in her bedroom which was at the end of a long hallway off the living room. She stopped him just inside the door. Ahead of him were floor to ceiling windows framing the mountains in the west, the sun just setting and the blue, orange and yellow hues fading fast. The scenic feast was suddenly obliterated by the drawing of the curtains. It seemed like the very reality of the room was snuffed out by that action, as the view not only disappeared, but the sound changed. In fact, it changed the acoustics so that there was no sound as Jade stared at her new possession.

"Welcome," Jade said finally, as she sat thoughtfully on the end of the bed. She began to disrobe, revealing what he already knew was there, the corset and the attached hose, both of which were black.

Darren stood awkwardly, uncertain as to what to say or do. He answered, "Thank-you ma'am."

"Darren, I have some boots in the closet, the black ones, knee-high. Go and get them and put them on my feet please. Anything worth signing your life away for is worth an initiation ritual, don't you think?"

"Umm, I suppose so ma'am." When he entered her closet and turned on the light, he was astonished to discover rows of fetish-like boots and shoes lying underneath hangers draped with dozens of corsets and bustiers. She could have opened a shop with them. There were three pairs of boots that were black, but he chose the ones that laced up from the ankles to the knees and brought them to her.

Jade was still seated but there was an item on the bed that was unfamiliar to him. It was like two aluminum rods, one extended from the other in a "T" formation, the other end fitted with a rubber or silicone phallic device. The cross of the "T" had straps at each end which were intended to buckle closed onto something. His observations were interrupted by a firm but gentle order.

"Don't be slow now. Get on your knees and massage my feet before you fit the boots on my legs. You love them don't you?" she said, her voice smooth as honey.

"What? Oh yes, the boots are lovely ma'am."

"It figures you'd say that. I was talking about my legs, you idiot!"

Darren's face turned an even more intense shade of red as he floundered around with a reply. "Oh yeah, that's what I meant, the...your legs...oh my God, you are beautiful ma'am," he groveled.

He knelt down, being careful to keep his knees together as he had already been trained to do. His own hose and undergarments shifted slightly on his now hairless body, intensifying his arousal. She was so stunningly beautiful with her waist pulled in so tightly in the corset. He wished he had a corset like that.

He rubbed her legs slowly, adoringly, gradually shifting his touch to her feet where he began to slowly and expertly massage through the arch, over the instep, between her toes. He listened to her breathing in order to modify his touch as he hit the spots that she most desired. He was meant for this. He was meant to serve.

After several minutes, Jade was purring, leaning back on her elbows with her head back and eyes closed. Several minutes after that she reluctantly sat up and said, "Okay, good job. Now get my boots on. Lace them up carefully and nice and tight, Darlene. Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am," he said, and then with trepidation and hesitation, he added, "Umm, ma'am? Can I make a request?"

He was shocked by her answer, "Well, actually, no, no, you can't. Because I don't want anything from you right now but service. Ownership makes the rules and I own you. It's in the contract. You signed it."

"But ma'am, I need, I want to...umm..." He was going to say that he wanted to make love to her.

She cut him off, "You? You need and want? That's all very sweet and all that, but I decide what you need and want now, okay sweetie? Now put my boots on. Come on, I have plans for you."

"What? You mean I can't even ask...?"

Again, she cut him off, "Please, Darlene, stop this. I made a simple request of you. Now do it!"

He was stunned by his own reaction, as he was almost orgasmic in the ecstasy of humiliation and degradation of her domination. Suddenly he was overwhelmed by comprehension of what he had done. His jaw went slightly slack and he stared at her in the realization of where his sexual addiction had led him.

"Oh my God! I, I...oh jeez, I... Look, I don't know about this, umm..."

Jade looked down at him with mock sadness and said, "Oh, you're having second thoughts I see. That's really too bad. I had big plans for you tonight, and forever actually. Do you want to leave me? You can you know. Even go to the police if you want. Too bad about that signed contract though. Your assets are still mine. But you can leave. Do you want to leave Darlene? Hmm? Oh my, you're pouting. Here, let me fix your lipstick, DARLENE." She took some lipstick out of her purse on the bed and applied it carefully, stoking his fantasies. The color did not match what he already had on, but in this demonstration of power, that didn't matter.

When she finished, she looked him squarely in the eyes and said, "Boots please."

Darren's breathing was ragged as he looked away, anywhere but at her confident face. But the room was getting darker by the second. He needed time to think. But his mind told him that there was no time for that. Not that he was rushed; it was just that the time for that had passed. He had indeed signed all his assets away.

For now, he thought it best to continue the scene. Groveling at her feet, he fitted the boots to her, lacing them up with perfect precision and care. When she stood up, she towered over him in the six inch stilettos.

"Stand up!" she ordered. There was something different about her voice. It had more timber to it. There was no honey.

"Remove your panties." She meant business.

"Yes ma'am." He was hoping this meant something good for him, and his cock leaped from the confines of the lycra garment, making a tent in the front of his skirt.

Jade now locked leather cuffs to each of his wrists and in turn locked them to his steel neck collar with two 6-inch lengths of chain. His hands now hung like a begging puppy, useless and helpless.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed, "Now spread your legs. Keep your heels on. I want this to be awkward and painful."

Then she reached for the contraption on the bed, first taking it apart, so that only the bar with the leather straps came with her as she bent down to attach each end of the bar to one of his ankles. When she was done, his legs were bound together but his feet were forced to stay about three feet apart by the spreader bar.

"Oh shit," he said with apprehension.

Jade giggled at his moment of despair and gave another order, "Move to the bed and lean over with your bum in the air."

"What? What for?" He was slightly alarmed at where this was going, but he did as he was told, actually losing his balance when his elbows hit the bed. He would not easily be able to get back up because he could not use his arms to push, bound as they were. He stared ahead and waited for the next commands. He thought maybe she wanted him to perform oral sex on her, expecting to see her spread-eagled before him on the bed. But instead, she lifted his skirt and caressed him softly on his smooth hairless ass, and reached around to gently stroke his penis.

He sighed in heavenly bliss until the cold lubricant splatted against his anal opening.

"What are you doing?" he asked in alarm, "Don't touch me there."

Jade took offence to this and slapped him hard on the buttocks causing him to recoil helplessly on the end of the bed. "I decide when and where I touch you. Remember?"

"Oh shit...oh shit, yes ma'am, but...oh shit..."

As he lay there waiting for more surprises, he could feel his legs being jiggled by the spreader bar behind him as she attached the other part of the device. Suddenly she grabbed him by the steel collar and helped him to a standing position. The movement created a flow of air over his lubricated ass and it felt cool and extremely vulnerable.

"Stand still and relax. It's better if you relax. Pretend you are about to fart, but don't. That's how to relax the opening. I'll be gentle and use all the lubricant I need."

"Ma'am, what's going on? Look, you know I'm not gay, right?" He felt the first pressure at his anus and the narrow tip slipped in slightly causing him to gasp.

"Of course you're not gay. That's why I'm doing it, lady boy. As far as I'm concerned, this is your vagina from now on. Is that clear?"

She pushed harder on the pole. "And your penis is your clit. Is that clear?"

The perfect model of a penis was now inside him by about two inches and he gasped, "Oh Jesus, that hurts, oh Christ, oww, oww..." Then his mood changed. It was sudden and it shocked him.

"Oh my God, oh fuck, oh fuck..."

Now the devious nature of the device became apparent. The rod was telescopic, originating from his spreader bar, and she pushed and pushed it up, up until he stood on his toes trying to reduce the penetrative thrust. She waited for him to relax and then pushed some more. After several minutes he was fully extended and the anal phallix was fully inserted. She locked it in place with the set screw. He was impaled. And there was no way out of it.

"Jade, please..." His hands writhed in futility underneath his chin. He could reach nothing. He tried to bend over and felt the artificial cock inside him move, but it was so far inside him that he could not push it out. Not only that, but he could neither sit down nor lie down.

Jade laughed and said, "I've been dying to try this anal impaler for weeks now, and finally I have a slave I can experiment on. Finally! Now walk around a bit. Be careful, because if you fall, you only have your hands and elbows to protect your head. You have to go slow."

"Jade, really? This is embarrassing. I feel like an idiot." He awkwardly swung his legs in roundhouse movements to advance himself across the floor. Each movement caused the anal plug to move deeper within him, creating a feeling that he had never felt before. His breath started to come in short puffs as his prostate swelled to the occasion.

"You think THIS is embarrassing? Ha, just wait then! You're going to have quite a night."

Without her even telling him to do so, Darren was walking about as best he could. Jade interrupted his erotic haze and said enticingly, "For being such a good sport, I'm going to jack you off. Then I want you to go to the kitchen and get us a bottle of wine so we can celebrate our union. Sound good to you?"

"Oh my God yes. Would you do that? Oh God, thank-you, but what can I do for you? I can't really respond for you."

"Lots of time for that. Lots of time."

Within seconds she drained him of his juices and cleaned up his mess. It was business like, almost like there was a higher purpose to it, one that he could not fathom at this time. In fact, it was disappointing, like he had just been milked like a cow.

"Now go get the wine."

"Well, aren't you going to release me?" Darren asked.

Jade smiled and answered, "Now why would I do that? Wine please."

Nothing exposes a person's psyche as much as revealing your most bizarre fantasies and then having an orgasm to the tune of them. Once one opens his eyes after orgasm, the fantasies that got you there burst like bubbles, and the reality of your exposure hits you like a two-by-four to the head.

"Well, I, I just assumed, umm..."

"Well," Jade said, slapping him gently on his cheek, "don't assume anything. You're a big girl and you're going to serve me the rest of the evening as you are. Wine please."

"I see," he said, "Well, this is not exactly what I expected I guess."

Jade turned to him, incredulous, saying, "What? Are you serious? Really? Did you think all this was for YOUR fantasies? Get that out of your mind right now. I want you to serve MY fantasies. Yours are secondary. It just so happens that many of our fantasies are common to us both, but not all. There will be some that you have that I will never fulfill for you."

Then she smiled and squeezed his cheeks together and added, "But believe me, ALL my fantasies will be fulfilled by you for me. You can count on that. Now for Christ's sake, get the wine and stop moaning!"

So, now that the fantasy bubble had burst, Darren finally got it. So this was to be his future reality. His jaw went slightly slack and he lowered his head. In the only gait he could manage, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom and entered the living room. It was dark, but the light switch was on the far side of the room, so he continued carefully. By the time he entered the family room, the anal device had already inflamed his desires once again and the fantasy returned.

Suddenly the lights went on and he blinked in astonishment as several women jumped up from behind the sofa and yelled, "Surprise!"

Within seconds they were swarming him, inspecting his skirt and blouse, and in particular, the bondage device he was locked into. Jade entered from behind and said, "It's very secure. He can't escape."

The brunette said, "Wow! I had no idea how helpless this made a slave. Amazing!"

Darren turned to Jade, his face the color of the forgotten sunset, and said, "Jade? Please...I...umm...Fuck!"

"Darren, you signed the contract. For God's sake, lighten up. These ladies are my friends from the club. And they're thirsty. Get the wine like I asked."

He teetered on his high heels, his legs wobbling in their spread. His hands useless hands hung from their chains. He quickly added things up and realized he was screwed, so he said, "But, how? I can't use my hands very well can I?"

"Well, I suppose..." she said and unlocked his wrists from his neck. Now off you go. Careful sweetie. Stay healthy. We want to use you later, so all this'll be worth your while."

They all laughed as the tent was building in his skirt. He turned and left in an agonizingly slow retreat, cameras flashing behind him. Arriving in the kitchen, he noticed several bottles of wine on the counter, a platter, and wine glasses. He returned to the family room to mock cheers, as they lifted his skirt and felt his cock or grabbed his ass as they pleased, a piece of sexual meat for them to play with.

And he was okay with that. Confusion reigned in his brain, humiliation, shame, lust, and ruling all from above was the contract. Yes he could leave, but with what? And the pictures they were taking...what would become of those?

The enormity of his contract decision made him breathe in short breaths.

Later, standing in the kitchen, exhausted after several trips with drinks, he was thinking to himself, so, this is it then. This is really it then. All the ways out of this were bad news. He was clothed in a skirt and blouse, impaled, and penniless, like the lawyer had warned. Yes, he could leave. But he could not leave tonight. They had him tonight.

Then he bent over and felt the anal plug find a new position. It pressed and rubbed relentlessly on his prostate now, creating want and need that only Jade could fulfill for him. He needed her. Oh God, he needed her. He needed her to feed his addiction. The fix was in, and there was no resistance left. This one hit of morphine had him. There was no going back. Not tonight.

Not ever. The echo was faint but clear.

He loaded his tray one more time. It had become strangely quiet in the other room. When he entered, there were only two women left, and they were naked and waiting for him.

"Come here baby," cooed the brunette, "We're going to lay you down on the floor and fuck your brains out, but according to Jade, you're not allowed to cum. We need you to stay hard for us. Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am," he said in submission. It was better to seek forgiveness for cumming than permission. 

He lasted as long as he could, two mounts by each of them. Then the brunette mounted him again while the sandy haired one mounted his face. He looked up at her breasts bouncing as she rode his mouth and tongue. 

Sometimes it works this way. The brunette grasped the other's breasts. She in turn rolled her head back as Darren found her spot with his tongue. Darren, watching her, thrust his hips and pounded into the brunette. It was too much. They all came at once, screaming and moaning, bucking and writhing, eventually calming to rocking motions and low moans.

The silence was broken as the brunette whispered breathlessly into the nameless sandy haired girl, "Get off. I need him."

Darren was glad this was happening as he was being deprived of breath by her vagina sealing his mouth. But it was soon replaced by the other vagina dripping with his own juices, as she ground it into him. He had no choice but to taste it and lick it and swallow it as she gave orders above him, "That's it. Oh yes, clean it all up baby. Yes, clean it...up, yes, yes, oh, oh..."

She came again and he broke, he broke like a dam, but mentally, as he wept openly and uncontrollably in realization of his new status in life. It was not sadness; it was not happiness; it was something else: a sense of purpose, of being, of being useful as a sexual object. He didn't care how perverted that was, how perverted he was. This was what he wanted. This was what Jade wanted. He wasn't hiding any longer. 

He was out.



The Contract Ch. 02



This is the second chapter of the story. To get it in full please read 'The Contract Ch. 01' first.

Please also note the tags. If any of these activities are not to your taste please find another story to read. Thanks. I hope you enjoy the story.

*****

Kalina and Rada had not received any attention so far. Neither girl knew whether to be relieved or disappointed. Without being used they had no chance of selection, but one look at poor Violeta's tortured, little body or a thought about Rayna's piss filled belly and their wish to continue faltered. Only the thought of a life of poverty and hopelessness drove them on.

Bogdan and Andrei took the two women and secured them side by side to a whipping frame. Their legs were spread apart and their wrists were secured above their heads. The frame consisted only of two upright posts and an overhead beam so the women could be freely beaten all over their bodies.

Andrei selected a a looped cable device about two feet in length with a phallus shaped plastic handle. Bogdan took a single tail, leather whip.

"Your fate is in the urinal" chuckled Andrei. He held a bowl in front of Rayna and told her to select a slip of paper then read it out.

"Fifteen strokes on the breasts." Read Rayna.

Andrei felt Kalina's large pendulous breasts.

"These will swing well. The cable hurts severely and fifteen is a lot. We will see how you do. You will call out the number of strokes yourself."

He stepped back and the first strike resulted in a loud yelp. The distinctive line of the cable came up in an angry red on Kalina's left tit. After a few seconds delay and a disturbing look from Andrei she recalled and said "one Sir!"

Tim offered a cigarette to Violeta and gestured to her to sit down beside him. They had a good view of the whipping frame. Violeta's gaze was fixed while Andrei continued whipping Kalina's breasts.

Tim lit her cig. "Are you still happy that you came here? You must be very sore."

"It's OK. It hurt much, but I must do this and be best."

"Why must you do it?" A tear was trickling down Violeta's cheek as she replied that her boyfriend had lost his job. They were behind with the rent for their tiny flat and they would soon be thrown out if they could not pay.

Drawing hard on the cigarette she paused before tearfully saying

"I must get thousand euros. I need my home and he will beat me if I don't get money."

"Surely he won't beat you as bad as you have had today."

"Not like that. Cane OK. He angry. Punch and kick."

Tim was shocked. He hadn't thought of such behaviour.

"No surely he won't. He knows you are suffering here to try to get the money you need."

"Not care that. He will hit me." The tears were flowing freely.

Kalina just managed to say "fifteen Sir" after the last stroke landed on her livid tits. Her knees bent so she swung on her upstretched arms for a while before she could struggle upright again. Bogdan passed the camera to Andrei and walked over to Rayna. She took another slip from the bowl.

"Eight strokes on the belly."

Bogdan smiled at Rada. "Lucky girl. You got off lighter than your partner." He positioned himself and flexed the whip to make sure he would hit his target.then his arm went back and the whistle of the whip through the air was followed by a gasp from Rada. A few moments of silence followed.

"We start again and you call out the number this time."

"Oh nooo. Please Sir"

"Shut up. This will be number one. Shout it out clear."

The whip cracked down again on her stomach just a litle higher than previously.

"Aaaaaagh! One Sir."

Violeta continued to gaze at the the two women being beaten in the whipping frame.

"You will have more to come you know." Tim said to her. "You are small. Do you really think you can stand more than these women?"

Tears ran down Viioletta's cheeks and she took a final, long drag on her cigarette. She remained silent.

Rada took her last stroke and sighed loudly as she called out the number. She looked down at her belly criss crossed with fierce red welts.

Andrei called a break. He released the two women from the frame and handed round cigarettes.

Noticing Andrei glancing at her, Rayna quickly said "please Sir. I need to go to the toilet."

Andrei chuckled. "Not only your own piss eh? You got the guys piss in your belly." Rayna's cheeks flushed a little and she looked down.

Andrei went to the cleaning cupboard and came back with a large bucket. "Piss in there. We will see at the end how much piss has gone through our urinal." He chuckled again. The humiliation made Rayna flush even more, but she needed to pee very badly. She squatted over the bucket. After some delay with everybody looking at her a powerful stream of piss began and she put what looked like two or three pints in the bucket.

"Well done girl. Lovely as it has been pissing into Rayna, this business is about women being whipped, not finding how well trained they have been by their husband to take a belly full of piss. You are no longer the urinal Rayna. You can pick a girl to take your place."

"Ooh...I...I don't know Sir."

"If you want a chance of that 1,000 euros you had better choose now."

"Umm...err...Rada Sir." Rayna shook as she uttered the name. She wasn't quite sure why she had picked Rada. Maybe it was because the name was similar to her own. Perhaps she thought Rada had got off with a bit less than the other girls so far. She just didn't know.

Andrei told Rada to get on her knees. She hesitated, but obeyed.

"How do you like to drink piss Rada?"

"I have never done that Sir. I don't know if I could."

"You know that complete obedience is required here don't you. You do anything we say or you go home."

"Yes Sir. I know that. I will try."

"Head back, mouth open." Andrei aimed his prick and shot a jet of piss into her mouth. "Swallow."

She closed her mouth and gulped down.

"Open your mouth. Come on. Don't mess about."

Another shot filled her mouth with yellow liquid and then she coughed. Piss splattered Andrei's legs and Rada's face went pale before she turned quickly and threw up in the bucket.

"Stupid bitch. You'd better go home now."

"No, please Sir. I'll do better. I will be the best for your films Sir."

"OK. One more chance. You can have ten extra strokes of the flogger on your cunt for that and you are the urinal for the rest of this session." Andrei had Rada lie on her back while Tim and Bogdan held up a leg each so that her pussy was an open target. Andrei picked up the leather flogger and started work. In just a few minutes he delivered ten hard strokes while Rada screamed and her cunt was covered in vicious looking red and purple welts.

When he was finished he took the sobbing Rada by the arm and draped her face down over a low table. His prick was rigid now and he rammed it into her bruised, swollen pussy.

" Always the best guys. A red hot cunt.

Tim was stimulated by what he saw, but uncomfortable with the obvious sadism displayed by Andrei. The conflicting emotions of taking pleasure in dominating a woman and beig concerned for their welfare at the same time made him think more about Violeta's situation. When Andrei finshed with Rada and sat down Tim went over to him. They were far enough away from the others that they would not be heard.

"Who do you think will win the thousand euros today?"

"We have more to do yet. A couple look promising. Rada seems the stongest just now."

"Not Violeta?"

"HaHa! No, not a chance. Too skinny and little tits. Our viewers don't want to look at that."

"Why don't you tell her and save her any more punishment?"

"They all get paid something and they need to earn it. Anyway, it is fun whipping them isn't it? Apart from that you can do anything you want with them while they are here. That's the rules."

Looking up Tim saw that Rada was sucking Bogdan's dick and Rayna was rimming him. Kalina was walking towards them with a tray of drinks. Tim took the glass he was offered and went back to Violeta who was still sitting alone and smoking another cigarette.

"I want to help you and I think I have a way to do it."

"What you mean? How you can do anything?"

"You must get away from your boyfriend or he will injure you.It is not safe to be with him. Trust me and I will find you somewhere to live. I have money. I can give you a job where you will be safe."

Violeta was confused and scared, but she liked Tim and thought he was telling the truth. She didn't love her boyfriend anymore. She would take her chance with this stranger.

"What I have to do?"

"Go to Andrei and tell him you can't take any more. You need to go. I will take you to a safe place and tell you about the job."

Shakily Violeta went to Andrei. Tim got his phone and rang Gordon. They agreed that Violeta could stay at Gordon's flat for as long as necessay and Tim would pay her living expenses. They also agreed on another little plan. Violeta returned clutching one hundred euros and with a trace of a smile on her face.

Tim was already dressing. "Hey Andrei, thank you so much for inviting me here. It has been a fantastic experience. I am going to take the girl home now, but I really appreciate the great time you have shown me. I will always be a fan of your films. Have a drink on me." He passed a few notes to Andrei. Probably about a hundred euros.

Violeta slipped on her few clothes and followed Tim to his hire car. There was no conversation as they drove to Gordon's flat. When they arrived Tim introduced Violeta and immediately suggested that she show Gordon what had happened to her at KaneKlub. He was pleased to see that she was relaxed enough to remove her clothes right away without any question.

"Phew, that must have hurt." Gordon ran his fingers over the raised welts covering Violeta's little body.

"Not bad now Sir."

Sit down Violeta. I am going to tell you what is going to happen. He explained that they were going to go to her flat for her to collect her belongings.

"What will your boyfriend be doing now?"

"Maybe asleep after drink beer."

"He will be at home?"

"Yes. Wait for me to come back with money."

"OK, we go now."

Accompanied by two men, Violeta no longer had any fear when they arrived and she unlocked the front door.

As soon as they walked in a shout came from the bedroom.

"Hey bitch. Come here. Have you got the money?"

All three of them went into the bedroom to find the naked man sprawled on the bed with a beer can in his hand. He leapt up only to fall back again when Gordon's large hand hit him forcefully in the chest.

"Shut up jerk and do as you're told if you know what's good for you."

As she had been told, Violeta went around collecting her belongings and packing them into bags they had brought with them.

"You're an asshole and you are going to have to work for a living now or starve. Violeta is leaving."

The boyfriend tried to sneer in contempt, but the slap from Gordon's great paw smashed it away. The two men dragged him from the bed and tied his arms and legs firmly with sheets. When Violeta finshed the small amount of packing she had to do the guys sat her bound and naked ex boyfriend at the head of the bed.

"Would you like to tell him what you think of him and then show him how you appreciate your new friends?" Violeta yelled a torrent of abuse and accusations at her former boyfriend before getting on her knees and giving a blow job to Tim and Gordon in front of him. After she swallowed the second load she got up, smiled broadly and threw the flat keys at him. They left with the front door wide open so that he would be found by somebody before he came to much harm.

-o0o-

Back at Gordon's flat Tim sat Violeta down and explained what he meant by a job. He would take her back to England where she would live with him in his lovely home. On his laptop he showed the wonder struck girl a walk through of where he lived.

"I am not going to marry you and you will not be my girlfriend. This is a job just like the one you were hoping for with KaneKlub, but there won't be any films. You will be available for me every day to use in the way that I want. I will use your mouth, cunt and ass any way that I want and I will punish you however I choose, but I will never cause you any permanent injury and you can leave at any time if you want to."

Violeta looked confused. She was awestruck with the house where Tim lived and she liked him a lot. What he was saying sounded worrying though. If she was going to live with a man she didn't mind serving him, but she wanted to love him as well. The problem was what choice did she have.

"How I get to England. No money, no passport, nothing."

"Gordon has a spare bedroom here. You can stay as long as you need to get a passport and I will take you to England when you have your passport. I will pay all your expenses while you are here. You haven't asked, but you will earn good money in your job with me."

Tim chuckled before going on.

"You will be a sex slave, but not a financial one." He laughed again.

"What you mean. I don't understand."

"Well, if you were in porn films you would get paid for each job you did. As my personal sex slave you will be paid for each service I take from you. For example, if I fuck your ass you will get 20 euros. Every time I cum in your mouth you will have 10 euros and you will be paid 2 euros for each stroke of the cane you take. I will cum in your mouth at least once every day and I will want plenty more from you so your earnings will soon mount up. If I have friends visiting I may want you to serve them as well. You will get 50% extra for each service they take from you so you will be pleased to entertain my guests. I will draw up a full list of services with the fee for each. You will be paid in cash at the end of every day so you will never have to wait for your money."

Violeta had been listening carefully and slowly her worried expression had softened until she was smiling. As Tim finished speaking she leapt from her chair, threw her arms round his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips.

When he could finally break away and ease her back into her chair he said

"Wow, that was quite something, but steady on. Will you be happy leaving your country and what about your family here. I want you, but we have to get it right."

"I always did dream of England one day and there is only my Mum. She very poor in village. I don't see her much."

"OK, you must go and see her before you leave and when you start earning money from me maybe you will get enough to send her some.

At that point Gordon walked in carrying bags full of take away food. All three of them laid out a table while the food kept warm in the oven and then sat down for a very long chat and relaxed meal over a couple of bottles of wine.

When they were finished they went to Gordon's bedroom, stripped off and the two men enjoyed Violeta in all her holes until they fell asleep.



The Contract Ch. 02



"What are you doing?"

"Repayment dear. I need to repay you for such a wonderful time. It was magic. You...are magic."

"You don't have to..."

"I know I don't HAVE to. I WANT to John. I really want to."

I moved down his body, kissing him, playing with his nipples, then his belly button. As my lips and tongue reached his cock, I could feel his breath quicken. Soft, his cock was average in size. I took it into my mouth, and began to work it deeply in. As I sucked him, I could feel that wonderful cock throbbing to life. 

I kept my lips around his shaft, and sucked. Once in a while I would pull off and lick him all over, but not for very long. Then I would take him back into my mouth. His size had now gotten larger, his cock hardening.

I figured that hard, rock hard, his cock was about eight inches long. I had never been able to take it all in, but tonight, for some strange reason, I decided that he deserved that and much more. I began to work him in deeper and deeper. I heard him telling me I didn't have to do this.

"Becky, you don't have to do this. It's all right. I'm too big for you to get all in your mouth anyway."

I just ignored him and kept on working at it. Pretty soon I was just a few inches shy of having him all the way in my mouth and down my throat. Suddenly, I felt something in my throat loosen up and as I pushed down, I was able to take all of his cock into my mouth and down my throat.

I heard him groan with pleasure as my lips pressed the base of his shaft. His pubic hairs tickled my nose and lips while I held him there. Slowly I backed off, just managing to fight off my gag reflex. Again and again I plunged back down over his shaft, my lips bruising against the base each time. I felt John's hands on my head, pulling me, he was frantically trying to let me know he was about to shoot off. 

I looked into his eyes and smiled as best I could with his hard cock in between my lips. I hoped that he would see that I wanted him to shoot off. I wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to please him as he had pleased me. I quickly returned to my sucking.

"Oh God...Oh God...Becky...I'm about to...I'm about to...I'm cumming...I'm...cummmmiiiinnnnnnng."

I felt his shaft throbbing, pulsing, and then the hot splashing of cum deep in my throat. I kept my head down, my lips tight around his shaft. Swallowing as fast as I could, with his cock in my throat was quite difficult, but I managed to do it. I never lost a drop. Not so much as an atom of his cum. I got it all and swallowed it. 

I held his cock in my mouth afterwards, sucking gently, milking him for every little drop. I found myself savoring every drop of his cum. As I let him slip out of my mouth I moved to lay on top of his body. Snuggling into his chest I kissed him.

"Oh Becky...I can't believe you did that. You were...wonderful. Perfect. I'm sorry about cumming in your..."

I put my fingers over his lips.

"Shush. I wanted you to cum in my mouth. I wanted to do that for you John. You gave me the most wonderful orgasm just a few minutes ago, and I needed to repay you somehow. Besides...for some reason...I really wanted to do that. Taste you I mean. Suck your cock and swallow your cum."

"Becky...I've never heard you say that before. It sounds...you sound..."

"Slutty? I am you know. I feel so slutty right now. I mean...what do I have to lose now? I'm acting as I want with the person I love most in the world. That is what I want to do, so by God, I'm doing it."

Oh Becky... I love you so much. What am I going to do without..."

I put my fingers on his lips again. 

"Not tonight John. Tonight is just you and me and everything is all right in our world. Okay? I just want to enjoy you and have you enjoy me. Please? No talk about...about...that thing. Okay?"

"Okay. I do love you though."

"I know. NOW...let me finish being a slut before I lose this feeling I have okay?"

"My slut?"

"Your slut, and your slut alone."

"Okay...slut."

I felt a shiver up my spine as my husband called me a slut. Imagine that. I had never liked that word at all, yet now I was wanting to hear my husband, no less, call me that. A slut. His slut. His little slut.

"Slut is what I am. Your slut. All yours John. What do you want me to do for you sir?"

"Come here slut...I have something for you. I want you to sit on this pole and ride it until it goes soft. Can you do that slut? Do you want to do that slut?"

"Yes...I do. I'm your slut John...yours alone."

I sat up and reaching down found John's cock was hard and ready to go to work. I moved over and placing the head of it at my opening, worked myself down on it. As he filled me full, I moaned. I was already getting hot again. I had never been so responsive in my life. I wasn't sure why, but I loved the feelings I had in me.

I rode John's cock for quite some time, and since he had cum so much already, he wasn't cumming anytime soon. I had several climaxes as I fucked my husband, then he suddenly rolled me over. I was underneath him, his cock still deep inside me. I could feel my pussy clinging to his shaft, not wanting to lose him.

He pulled out, leaving me with a huge empty feeling. One that I needed filled again...soon. Rolling me over gently, John pulled my ass up until I was in a classic doggy position. I next felt him shoving into my begging pussy. As he did his fingers began to rub my asshole. 

"Oh yeah baby...do my ass. I love it when you do that. Finger me baby, loosen me up. I need you there tonight too. Oh yeah...mmmmmm."

He was working me up to a point that I had just been at earlier in the evening. I was hot all over again and ready to go. John's cock was throbbing inside my pussy, filling me so nicely...yet I wanted more. I wanted to feel his hardness in my ass. Filling me. That tight...oh so tight and full feeling. Moaning, I began to beg him for his cock.

"Mmmmm...baby...fuck me there. Right where your fingers are now. Ram your cock in my ass and fuck me. I need you there baby. Come on. Fuck my ass."

My words seemed to inflame John more and more. I had never been so vocal before, and I didn't care at the moment why I was. All I wanted was to let loose and let John, my love, my husband know how I felt and what I wanted from him. And I did want him. All of him.

I could feel his cock inside my pussy as it spasmed. I was afraid for a moment that he was cumming, but then I realized he was just turned on by my words. I accelerated my vocal begging, wanting him to lose himself in the act. I was pushing our limits tonight, and I had no reason not to.

"Come on John. Don't you want my ass? Don't you want your hot...hard cock in my asshole? That tight little asshole? Can't you feel it with your fingers? It really wants you there. It wants your hard cock deep inside it...filling it to the brim. Come on John...take my ass. Fuck me. Fuck my ass."

I felt him pull out and then something cool dribbling down between my ass cheeks. Next I could feel the head of his cock against my asshole. That large plum like head pressing in...forcing it's way inside. My hole opened up under the assault, and as I relaxed as best I could, the rest of his shaft slipped in. 

As his cock filled me I began to feel an orgasm hitting me. I moaned loudly, putting my head on the pillow just under it. Head down and ass up, I orgasmed as John's cock filled my asshole completely. Once he was all the way in, he held still, letting me get used to the large invader back there. 

Slowly, he began to move in and out. I wasn't in the mood for slow or careful. I wanted my husband to take me. I wanted him to take my ass and make it his. I pushed my body up, head in the air again, and pressed back into him hard. I kept pressing back until I felt his hip up against my ass cheeks.

Turning to look into his eyes I cried out.

"Don't you want to fuck my ass dear? Come on...take that asshole and fuck it. FUCK ME. Hard. Hard and fast. Fuck my ass John. Take it. Fuck it. Fuck me."

I drove him to it at last. His eyes grew fire in them as I pressed back and his thrusts became more forceful and faster too. Pretty soon we were rutting like dogs in heat. His cock was ramming me, and I was loving every inch...every second...every little bit of everything about it.

Sweat began to pour off me, and I closed my eyes and took in all the sensations I was experiencing. His hot hard shaft burning through my hole, the head deep inside separating and opening me up. The bumps and ridges on his shaft hitting different spots in ways that I couldn't describe other than delicious.

Hips slamming into hips, cock knifing through asshole...it was enough to drive me into another orgasm unlike I'd ever had before tonight. The second huge one of my life. My tits were bouncing all over, and when John's fingers and hands weren't on them that bouncing almost hurt. Energetic doesn't describe how hard we were fucking. It was the hardest I'd ever taken John's cock up my ass ever...and I found I was loving it.

He slowed for a bit and I felt more lube being sprayed on his cock and near my asshole. The extra lube seemed to work me up even more, like it was the nastiness of the act we were involved in was magnified with the addition of it. 

Suddenly I went off. My head hit the pillow, and my orgasm shot through me fully and completely. Passing out the last thing I remembered was John's cock flooding my asshole with hot cum.

Waking up later I realized that John still had his cock in me. He was spooned up behind me, hugging me close. I felt wet tears on my neck. I moved to turn around but he stopped me.

"I just want to hold you and never forget this night Becky. Please."

"I love you John. There will be other nights you know. Just like this one. I seem to have lost my inhibitions or something. I loved what we did and how we did it too. Can I turn around and kiss you?"

"Just wait. Please. Please?"

"Okay then. I'll wait."

I could feel him shaking gently and the wetness continued for a bit. Then, sniffling in spite of himself, he pulled out of my ass. Turning quickly, I hugged him to me and kissed his face. He had been crying. I knew that of course...and I knew why...at least I think I knew why.

We held each other for the rest of the night...just being together. His strong arms around me made me feel safe and secure, even though I was dying, bit by bit. I hated it. I hated that cancer and I hated that I was dying. What could I do though? It wasn't like I had a choice in the matter after all.

The day that Samantha came over was sunny and bright. She arrived in a rental car (planned) wearing a short dress that was cut to show off her very stunning body (not planned). I had a time remembering that I had asked her to be here and work my husband into loving her. I was jealous. Of her...her body, and her health. 

I refused to get into the poor me mode, so I shook it off and went out to greet my long lost friend.

"Saamaaannnntha...Oh girl...how have you been all this time?"

"Beckyyyy...oh wow...it's been...wow...such a long time. How are you doing?"

We hugged like long lost friends and I found it to be quite...natural. It was as if we were friends. Like we had known each other for a long time too.

"Oh...this is my husband...John. John, this is Samantha, a friend of mine from college."

"Pleased to meet you Samantha. Uh...you knew Becky in college huh?"

"Oh yeah. We used to hang out together all the time."

"Forgive me, but you seem kind of young to have known my wife in college."

An awkward silence came over us, then Samantha rose to the occasion quite well. Very well as a matter of fact.

"Well, you see John...I am younger than Becky by a few years. My sister was in her class. I was the baby of the family and when I came to visit my sister in school, she put me up with Becky. Becky being married and all, she felt that I would be safe from 'those boys'. Becky and I hung out all the time after that first time. I even used to go on campus just to visit Becky."

"Yes, her sister used to like...well...her sister was popular with..."

"It's okay Becky. My sister was a slut. She loved to be with lots of boys. She was a slut but she also wanted to be sure I didn't become one too. That's why she made the deal with Becky for me to stay there when I visited her."

"Oh, so Becky was like...babysitting you then?"

"Actually, I babysat your kids time to time John. Mostly though we just talked. Becky guided me through my late teens and kept me on the straight and narrow."

"I see. Well, welcome to our home. You will stay with us right?"

His question threw Samantha off for a bit. She hadn't figured that she'd have to stay with us right away. 

"Oh...I hadn't thought about that really. I mean...it's been a long time and all and I wasn't sure that things would be..."

"Oh now...you really need to stay with us Samantha. We insist." 

I was trying to reassure her without giving away the ranch.

"Well, okay. I guess I can go get my things from the hotel room later. Are you sure I won't be a bother?"

"Not at all dear. Not at all. John...why don't you go get us something to drink. Soda? Coffee? Anything?"

"A nice glass of water would hit the spot right now, thank you."

When he had left we both gave a huge sigh of relief. 

"I never thought about explaining our age differences. Good move on your part Samantha. Good move. You saved us right off the bat."

"Yeah...it was close though. I just about lost it right there. That would have sucked wouldn't it have?"

"I think we can do this. You are smooth and fast on the foot thinking...with your quick mind and beauty, and my inside information on John, you'll have him eating out of your hand in no time."

"It does make me uncomfortable though Becky. I mean...he is your husband and all. I've never in all my life, tried to steal a man away from someone."

"You aren't stealing him Samantha, I'm giving him to you. Big difference."

"Yeah...but still..."

"Here's your water Samantha. Look I have to run girls. I'll be back later honey...need to go into the office for a bit. Business stuff."

John had walked up behind us and he'd almost overheard our conversation. It was a close thing. Neither of us had been aware of his presence. We would have to guard against something like this happening in the future.

"Love you dear. See you later...we need to go into the doctor's office at four...remember."

"Four it is. I'll be here. Love you dear."

After he left we talked about our plan and we also began to work out our attack mode too. We had to get John off his balance and not thinking too clearly. This was going to take some time, but I still thought we would pull it off. At least we'd be able to convince him that we had met in college.



The Contract Ch. 03



As we drove home from the doctor's office that day John began to question me. I could tell he was very suspicious of Samantha's sudden and fortuitous arrival. 

"So...you never mentioned Samantha before. If she was such a friend, why not?"

"It was a long time ago John. After college we were so busy with our lives, and by then Samantha was going to college on her own. It never came up, and we kind of went our separate ways. I thought of her often. You had friends in college I never knew about too, so what's the big deal? We just managed to re-connect after all these years, that's all."

"I'm sorry. It's not that I don't believe you. She just seems...well, young. Too young. I would have thought you would have told me about anyone babysitting our kids too."

"But I did. I'm sure of it. I never named the babysitter John, but you had her phone number."

"Oh. I thought that our babysitters name was Julie. I don't recall a Samantha. I'm sure I would have too."

"We had three babysitters, and Samantha really never did it for money. Mostly she was there to talk to me. I never really considered her a babysitter as I thought she was more my friend. Okay now, are you finished with the inquisition?"

"Inquisition? Oh...I'm sorry honey. I didn't mean to be so insistent. It's just that...well...I find that her arrival seems quite...strange. After all, a few weeks ago you were trying to marry me off to our friends and all..."

"JOHN...knock it off. I'm not trying anything here. Samantha is a friend who has come back into my life...just as it's ending. I will not sit here and listen to you accuse me of trying to set you up or anything of the kind."

We rode in silence for a while, and just as we pulled up in front of our house, he said.

"I'm sorry Becky. I didn't mean to be so suspicious. I know you're worried about me, and I can't seem to convince you that I will be all right after...after...later on."

"I know you'll be all right. I know that you will hold to your promise to me and stay healthy, and that you will also find someone else to love too."

"Becky...lets not go there again...okay?"

"We will go there until I am certain in my mind that you will hold up to your promise to me buster."

"I told you I would, and I won't break my promise either."

"Yeah...right. Look John, I know you and I know your mannerisms. I can tell that your promise was just one of those 'Humor the bitch' things. I know that you are counting on the fact that once I'm dead I won't or can't force you to move on. I know that you are thinking you will have free reign to do as you please. Well, let me tell you something right now buddy boy...YOU will MOVE on. Understand me? YOU WILL. You will find someone and get over me. You will love someone else and have a good life with her too. You will do that. YOU PROMISED...and you have never broken your promises to me ever. DON'T START NOW."

He looked so stunned at my speech that I could tell he figured I had read his mind. His lips moved but no coherent sound came out for a few seconds. 

"Yo...uuee...I...sur...damn. How could you tell all that Becky? How do you know me so well? Forgive me, I did think that. It's just I can't accept your...condition and the end that is coming. You're my life Becky, and without you I will be nothing. Nothing at all."

"Oh...nothing at all huh? What about your three kids? What about your daughter who is pregnant with your first grandchild? What about your two sons who are married and trying to start families of their own? You think that you are nothing? Ask your children that. YOU are SOMETHING. Something important to at the very least, three other people, other than me. YOU are someone who has all to live for. That I'm dying is sad and perhaps tragic, but you have others to live for, not only them, but yourself as well. I will not pass from this earth knowing that you gave up after I died. What kind of memory is that? What kind of testament to our family would that be? Damn John...you are making me so angry right now. Very angry. I don't want to spend a second being mad or upset with you John. I want my last days and hours to be happy and good times. Please."

I had begun to cry. For the first time I think he was seeing how serious and how much he was upsetting me with his attitude. I saw him softening, his features showing a sadness and acceptance of my will.

"I'm sorry Becky. I truly am. I wasn't sure about your intentions, and I thought you had other reasons..."

"Other reasons? What other reasons could I possibly have John? I'm dying. There is or will be no more for me after that. Why on earth would I have other reasons for wanting you to go on and live a happy and full life? I love you. With all my heart I have loved you. I don't want you bitter, sad or worse after I'm gone. I want you to move on and have a chance at happiness. You're getting two chances in your life...far better than what most others will ever have. I have been honored and so lucky to have your love all these years. Your support in the bad times and good. You have been my lover, my best friend, my confidant, and the best husband a woman could ever have. That's why I want you to move on John. There will be another woman out there who deserves you. Really, there is."

"I don't want another woman Becky...I want you."

We both sat in the car crying. This had been a hard talk for us. Parts had been repeats of other conversations, but I think we finally both got to the heart of the matter with this one. He was scared, I was scared, and between us, neither wanted me to die.

At home, Samantha showed up about an hour after we did. She came in and we visited like old friends. I sprung the cancer on her...and she did a marvelous job of showing concern and tenderness. Our talking led her to volunteering to help out. I refused her (planned) until she finally convinced us that we would need her eventually. (Also planned.)

John was more accepting of having her with us in these last days than I would have thought. In bed that night I found out the reason why.

"You surprised me John."

"Oh?"

"I figured you would fight having Sam staying with us like she wants."

"I think it will be good to have her here. Besides, she is a friend of yours from your past, and you can talk about the good times with her, and perhaps keep your mind occupied while I'm at work. I worry about you when I'm at work you know. I just hope that her stay doesn't cost her too much. Her boss may not like her spending time here with us."

"She's already talked to her boss and she got a leave of absence. She told me tonight that her boss lost a relative to cancer and has been very concerned about anyone who is having a friend or loved one go through the same thing."

"Lucky us."

"Yeah. Lucky us."

I laid there, a bit upset at how I was lying and twisting things around. I knew that I meant well...but would John if he happened to find out my little plan? How would he act or react if he knew all?

I was tired that night, and not quite as well as I had been. We cuddled together and just held each other all night long. The next morning after John left for work, Sam and I had a long talk about things.

"I'm not sure I can do this Becky. I mean...I feel terrible about lying to John like I am..."

"I know. I laid in bed last night and questioned my plan. You know what? We need to look at this as we are saving a life. We are saving John's life. From himself. If that requires a few lies here and there and some acting too, then so be it. I love my husband Sam...I want him to be happy at some point after I'm gone.

"Well, if you put it like that...I still hate lying to him. I mean...what if he asks me to marry him at some point...it will all come out? Marriage licenses have dates and names on them...my name hasn't changed...but the dates...he'll figure it out."

"By that point he will forgive you. I'm sure of it. He will be so much in love with you he won't have a choice."

We went over more details and built a whole lifetime between us. Enough to cover up most of the blanks and fill in holes. We spent the rest of the day visiting and learning more about each other. I discovered that Sam was a whole different person than I had envisioned. I had never really thought about the personal lives behind escorts or hookers and things I guess. After all, they are all somebody's daughters aren't they?

From that point on, things began to work out just like planned. Samantha, being in the house in close proximity all the time began to build a relationship with John. Of course it was that 'friends' thing, but at least he was getting to know her. I made sure that there were certain times in the day that they had to themselves, letting them get used to each other.

A few months went by, and Samantha had become like a sister to me. We were actually becoming close friends. As I got sicker, she really came through for me too. She was helping me just like a friend would. I began to lean on her more and more as I got weaker. Having her here had become a God-send. 

One day, our love making having been off the norm for a month due to my increasing condition, I could see that John was struggling with something. Wrestling it around in his mind. I hoped that he was having thoughts of Samantha in a more...well...sexual way than not. Strange that I would think like that. Hoping that he would be falling in love or at least lust with another woman. I was still having a hard time accepting I was dying, even though I was weaker and sick more often.

"What's wrong John? You have been fighting with whatever it is for a while now...tell me, what's bothering you?"

"I've been wondering what happens after?"

"After?"

"Well, the house will be empty...Samantha will be gone I'm sure, and you...I just don't know what to do with this house...it's too big...it will be too...empty."

"Maybe Samantha will stay on until you decide what it is you want to do with the house John."

"Becky...I thought we weren't going to go there anymore."

"Go where John?"

"You're not marrying me off to one of your friends."

"I'm not trying to. If Samantha were here, the house wouldn't be so empty. I'm not sure what her plans are after...afterwards...but I'll bet she'd stay if she thought you might want the company."

"You're up to something. I can tell."

"No I'm not. I'm not John. I think that Samantha's apartment has been let go by now...she hasn't been there for months...she will need a place to stay for a while at least. You will let her stay won't you? I mean...she is my friend and all, but as a favor to me?"

"Her apartment was let go? When did she do that?"

"Well honey, you don't seriously think that she was well off enough to keep an apartment she wasn't living in this long do you? I mean, she moved most of her stuff into the bedroom and all."

"I missed that. Of course she is welcome to stay until she can find another place. After all she has done for you...for us...I'd be a first class heel to kick her out wouldn't I?"

"Yes...you would. Remember that. She has done an awful lot for us. Way more than I ever expected of her too. She is a good friend John. A very good friend."

"You expect things from friends?"

"You know what I meant John. Don't read into things what isn't there...please?"

Samantha and I had become close. She was truly a friend of mine, and I was certain that she wasn't acting with me. I had heard her crying in her room several times after helping me with certain things. I knew that she cared. I just hoped that she would remember that the agenda was for John to fall in love with her. She was having a hard time working on getting John to think about her that way. Mostly because she really cared for me. I was constantly telling her, reminding her that this plan was all my idea and I wanted her to follow through with it.

One day we made love after a little fight. It was just before I really started to get too sick for wanting to have sex. Samantha was around the house all the time now, and I knew that we had to do something radical and drastic. Together we cooked up a plan. Crazy maybe, insane maybe, but I thought it just might be the thing to work. I told her that when John and I started to make up, he'd always get an erection. I'd put it to use, and she could watch us for the right time to come in and join us. It turned out that I got in a sixty-nine with John and blocked his view and that was the perfect opportunity. 

Samantha moved in and started sucking his cock as I straddled his face, locking him in a position that he couldn't tell who was sucking him. Later, as we both sucked on him, he figured out that something was up. He was surprised, but I took to heart that he didn't get mad or upset with us, nor did he kick Samantha out. Matter of fact, we went on to have some of the best sex I'd ever had in my life.

We made love, and we fucked. Samantha and John actually did it on the kitchen table at one point and I learned something more about myself that day too. I found that by stretching my sexual horizons, I was really enjoying everything about sex more and more.

In the past I had never even entertained the idea of being with another woman, yet that day in the kitchen I suddenly wanted to taste my husbands flavor from another woman. A woman I had picked out no less, to replace me. I'm not sure when I decided to sit in between Samantha's spread legs and lick her pussy, but suddenly I was pushing John out of the way and doing just that.

I found the taste to be different, kind of a sweet and salty taste, and not unpleasant at all either. As I worked on Samantha's pussy, she began to get turned on, and so did I. I wasn't aware of when John got me to stand up, but I was very aware of his hard cock as it slid into my pussy. Again, I wanted something more, and seeing the butter on the table, I grabbed it and let John know I wanted his cock somewhere else.

I can't describe the thoughts in my head as my husbands cock slipped in and out of my rear passage, while my head was buried in another woman's pussy...but I know I enjoyed it. I wondered briefly why I had never thought of doing something like this in the past?

The months flew past after that, John, Samantha and me all together. Samantha has been a wonderful help to me, and to John. I still haven't seen 'that' look in John's eyes though. You know the look of someone in love? I don't think he has fallen in love with Samantha yet. At least I know she'll be around for a year after I'm gone to see to his needs, and maybe that will be enough. I can only hope. At times I am glad I made that deal with her. It will be worth every penny of that money if John falls in love with her and they live happily ever after.

He lays on the bed with me, hugging me. Sex now is not possible. The cancer has spread...and I can't take pressure on some parts of my body anymore. Even our hugs and kisses have become orchestrated to protect me from pain. Yet, I know that John is there, loving me, caring for me, and being my rock. Samantha has become a very close friend to me too, which has surprised me in many ways.

I had figured at first that she was being nice to the soon to be dead lady that was giving her a million reasons to be nice to her. I soon saw that was not the case, since she had little ways of doing things to help me that had the money been the reason, she would never have done them.

One night, as we waited for John to come home from the store, Samantha told me that she had made arrangements for the money. I asked her what she meant, and she told me that she had decided, no matter what happened, she was going to set the money up in a trust for our kids and grandkids.

"You don't have to do that Samantha, that money is yours, for you. We made a deal."

"And, since it's my money I can do what I wish with it. Look Becky, I have come to love you like a sister...well, a very close sister anyway...I mean...not exactly like a sister, since we have been...intimate...damn..."

"I love you too Samantha, I consider you my best friend now. I wanted you to know that. I know this all started with my wanting to provide someone for John, but now I can tell that we are close friends and that has touched me in ways that you may never know."

"I feel the same Becky. You have shown me that love and caring do still exist in this world. I guess I had I been on the road to a harder life. Eventually I suppose I could have ended up being a plain old hooker on the street corner, but now, even if John and I don't get together, I don't think I could go back to that life. I have learned things from you and John that I had never experienced before."

"But you and John will be together, I can tell. He will fall for you I just know it."

"Well, I want you to know that I love him too. Guess we're half ways there huh?" "Really? You've fallen in love with him? That's wonderful. It really is. I just know that John will fall in love with you too."

"I hope for my sake and yours that you are right Becky. I want nothing more than to be with him now. I only wish that..."

"Don't say it...don't think it. Samantha, I'm dying...there's no changing that fact. I know it, you know it, and John knows it. I don't want to die, I would rather live and be with John and you...but the facts are I'm dying and that's that."

"Oh Becky...If I could I'd take your place...I really would. I have come to love you so much...I don't know what I'll do when...after...you..."

I took her in my arms and hugged her tightly. We were both crying like little babies, and I could feel our love there as we comforted and supported each other. Oh how I wished I were healthy and able to live for twenty more years...but then, under those circumstances, Samantha and I would never have met, never have had 'that' moment with my husband...never have fallen in love with each other.

Each day I draw closer to my next pathway in the course of my life. Now I had already come to terms with most of this...yet there was still a small voice screaming out about the injustice in my having this cancer. Still, I forged ahead in my plan, and Samantha was working her best moves to get John's attention, in ways he couldn't see directly. I knew he felt something for her by now...just exactly what I was having difficulty seeing. The sex thing had been a stroke of genius for us, but it hadn't been quite enough to swing it to a certain end.

I know that John and Samantha have been having sex often. Since I can't provide that for him, I know that he has times when he gets...full. I'm okay with it, and I keep telling Samantha and John that. They are having a harder time with it than I thought I would. This whole thing has surprised me in ways I never imagined.

I, the good wife, much loved, and much cared for, trying to get my husband to fall in love with another woman. This woman I invited into our lives under a rather big lie, but with good intentions is now someone that I have become close to as well. A person that I consider my closest, best friend other than my husband.

I've also pushed my husband into having sex with this woman. I want them to fall in love. I am doing whatever I can to make it happen before I die, yet it seems that my dear husband won't give that last little bit yet. Maybe it will take just that. Maybe it will take me dying to cause them to draw to each other. If so, I'm prepared to do that. 

I even changed the deal. I arranged for Samantha to get her money in quarterly payments, starting the day after I die. My lawyer was furious over this, but I insisted. After I had done that, one day while talking to her I discovered that she was planning on putting all the money into a trust for our kids and grandkids. I couldn't talk her out of it either. 

I'm telling you this now, my hand is weak, and my strength is about gone. I know...deep inside, my time is at hand. I can feel it. Tonight...maybe tomorrow. I haven't much time left. I love John...I have come to love Samantha too. I can only hope that they find each other in their grief after I'm gone. It has to work...it just has to.




The Contract Ch. 03



This is my third installment on my first submission. I hope you enjoy.

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Eddy, the owner of the glass supply store, was beaming as I handed over my credit card. In all, I felt pretty good about dropping only six grand to get me started. I had two weeks before I was going to take off for two week long classes in the upper northwest. I figured that if my average fusing schedule was less than 12 hours, and I took only four hours to clean up and set up the kilns for the next batch, I would get 20 firings from each of my three kilns before I left. Each piece usually needed three or four firings, and figuring in for breakage, I figured that I may get 40 pieces out of this effort.

I knew that I have to talk to Tonya tonight, and that put a damper on my enthusiasm, but just a little. I felt that Tonya had left the marriage when she started the affair with Ben, and I now knew that it had started before the band trip to Orlando. That meant that her affair with Ben had been going on for at least seven months. Mary had also had something going on with Ben less than a year ago, so I felt fairly sure of the duration of Tonya's infidelity was between seven months and one year.

I didn't care much anymore. We had drifted apart, and were leading separate lives. I had been immersed in my job as a contract negotiator, and she was an English teacher and drill team coach. We were living in the same house, but living separate lives. I don't know how this happened, but I believe that both of us were to blame. We married when we were only 22, right out of college. We had no real work experience, and both of us would change as we left academia and entered the real world. 

I have been told that the optimal age to marry is around 28, which may be true. I have also been told that it takes about 10,000 hours of experience to become a master craftsman. If one works 2,000 hours each year, it takes 5 years to apprenticeship to become a master. If I graduated from college at 22, and did 5 year apprenticeship to become a master contract negotiator, this would place me at 27, stable in my job, and ready to take a wife. I am 30 years old, so that point would have been three years ago. I tried to think about how I felt about Tonya three years ago; would I have started to court an English teacher and drill team instructor? I wasn't sure.

I flipped the question and mulled it over. Would Tonya want to marry a contract negotiator? Oh, no! My answer was emphatically no! Tonya had to teach these girls to smile and be perky all the time; they are putting on a show. Tonya may have been a modern dancer, with multiple nuances of emotion, but she had stifled them into a model of what she wanted her girls to be like. The Tonya that was now would not want a careful plodding contract negotiator. She may have wanted a graphic designer brimming with new ideas, but not a contract negotiator. 

I can't cry out "Do Over!" and go back eight years. It's just not possible. What I did need to do is figure out where to go from here. There were no children at this point, and for all I knew, Tonya was now sterile from Chlamydia, and could not even fulfill my desire to bear children at this point. I might have felt bad about dumping Tonya and moving on, but she had already moved on and found a lover. It was time for me to do the same. 

One other thing that was bothering me was that I did not seem to be possessive about Tonya. Other men might have beaten the crap out of their wife's lover, but I only laughed at the thought at how easy he would have gone down. This may have been my eighteen years of martial arts training coming out, and my instinct was that I was the superior fighter, and the superior fighter does not engage such a novice. Hell, I had seen this guy get nosebleeds trying to run to the top of the stands to check the marching band's formation on the field. The other part of the equation would be what Tonya would have thought about me beating Ben to a pulp. I would be the bully, and Ben would be the victim. Even though Ben had in a sense "violated my property", I think such a mismatch would result in Ben getting more sympathy than I would get feelings of security. And yes; a woman feels safe and secure when a man defends her. 

I went back in my mind to the incident in the parking lot with the idiot harassing Sherri. Why did Sherri have disgust written all over her face? It was simple; she was not my girlfriend, or my property. If anything, Sherri belonged to Mary. I felt I was right in my feelings at the time; I was standing in as proxy for Mary. Sherri had known that my marriage was on the rocks, but she was not interested in me as a husband, just as a sperm donor. The gap between a potential sperm donor and a potential life partner was too huge a gap for her to see me as a protector. She would have feelings for Mary standing up for her, but not me. The incident in the parking lot was more like a male war zone, with Sherri as the prize. Entering a war zone does not make a woman feel safe, it just the opposite. Besides, Sherri was fed up with men objectifying her, and her being the prize of a fight is possibly the worst form of objectification there is. 

Sherri wanted a person to look beyond her enticing flesh and bones, and fall in love with the pure soul within. With the amount of ogling that I did when I was near Sherri, I had no clue what she saw in me. Even Mary knew that my brain was helpless as were many other men, when Sherri sauntered by me. Maybe the martial arts training of control had paid off here, too. Other than being in good physical shape, and having a college degree, I was still absolutely clueless why Sherri had selected me.

I pulled into the driveway to an empty house. This was Thursday, the last day of midterms, and I expected that Tanya would be at school grading papers tonight. Since the midterm grades needed to be posted by tomorrow, many teachers elected to work late into the evening at school. It was a tradition to send out for pizza, and many teachers would end up in the cafeteria in a group grading session. I opened the detached garage, which I had made into a studio, and started unloading glass. Once I was done, I went into the house and retrieved my video camera, ordered five pizzas to go, and headed in my car towards the pizza parlor. 

My plan was simple, meet with Tonya in a public place, and control her bitchiness by being around her peers. Mary had asked me to delay confronting Tonya until after the football game tomorrow night. Tonya had always had two faces with me, a public face of a perky drill team instructor, and the private face of the critical English teacher. I knew that my acting might not get by the private face, but the public face could not ask so many prying questions. I decided that I would choose the battleground for this confrontation, and we were going to have the "talk" on my terms. I was simply delaying the inevitable, which is what Mary asked me to do.

I also had second thoughts about how I was going to watch Tonya and Ben interact tomorrow night, and that's where the video camera came in. I had thought about the idea of watching Tonya and Ben while at the game, and I decided that if I acted differently, that they would also act differently. What I needed to do was act as normal as possible, and video tape the three of us. Ben usually sat on the bottom bench seat sectioned off for the marching band. The drill team and Tonya sat in on the benches below the marching band. If I placed a video camera to film the drill team doing their syncopated routines in the stands, while the football team played, I could also catch the first row of the marching band, and Ben. I could then re-watch the interactions between them. 

I picked up the pizzas and took them to the school. Tonya was in the cafeteria with the other teachers, just as I had expected. When I held up the pizzas, I was given a round of applause. I went over and dropped them off with the other pizzas. I took two pieces and went over and sat next to Tonya. I offered her a piece, and kept a piece for myself. Tonya was not the venomous snake like she was this morning, but very polite. She was putting on appearances for the other teachers, and didn't want to look like a nagging wife. 

My plan was working! I figured that bringing a stack of pizzas to her grading session would act as a peace offering, and soften her even more. I was using this time to delay our talk, and give her an out.

We did exchange pleasantries, and I told her that I had purchased some new glass. I didn't go into the amount, and she would assume that I had just purchased just a few sheets. I asked her how the drill team was doing, and when was the competition schedule. She knew that I had already made plans to be in Oregon and British Columbia during the competition, but I reminded her of that. When she started to get testy about me not "being there" for her, I just reminded her that she had not "been there" for me last night. Once again, Tonya was not about to go into mega-bitch mode in front of the other teachers, so the tit for tat stayed very cordial. 

I asked her how much she still had to do, and Tonya estimated that she would be home before midnight. I told her that I would be in the garage, working at setting up the kilns for a firing, and that I might be later than that. With that, I gave her a kiss on the forehead and left the cafeteria. It had not resolved anything, but we had spoken, and that was enough for tonight. Mission complete!

I noticed that Ben Everson, the band director, was not in the cafeteria, but I had expected that. Ben was the band director, and didn't have a pile of midterms to grade. I wandered the halls and towards the band hall, and pulled out my video camera. I also thought of placing it in Mary's office in the band hall. The band hall had several practice rooms, and one of them had been converted into the drill team instructor's office. It was only seven feet wide by seven feet long, with an airtight door and a huge window. There was no privacy, but it was fairly quiet inside, even when the band was playing in the hall. I turned it the camera on and walked towards the band hall.

There were several students milling around. Tomorrow was a teacher in-service day to post the midterm results, so students wouldn't have classes. Most were decorating the halls for next week's homecoming. I had thought that Tonya and Ben might have a tryst tonight, but with the number of students milling around, it would have been reckless for them to do so. Oh well! So much for my grand idea of catching them in the act and videotaping them!

The students tapered off when I got closer to the band hall, and I did see one student, a girl exit the hall. I went in and looked around. Ben was there, and I waved at him with my free hand. "I brought some pizzas, they're in the cafeteria." 

Ben waved back at me, stopped the video that he was watching, and took off his headphones. "Excuse me?"

"I brought some pizzas, they're in the cafeteria."

"Oh, OK," and with that he put on his headphones and pressed the play button. I passed by him and looked to see what video he was watching. It was the marching band routine, probably from the previous week. I put the video camera down on Tonya's desk, facing Ben. I noticed that he was watching me as I went into Tonya's drill team office and found a pad of paper. I wanted to see if Tonya did come down here tonight. She might tell me if she got the message.

Paul's Five Year Goals (Please tell me yours):

(1)Start making Glass Art, and selling it for profit. (2)Start a family. (3)Have a stay at home wife (at least until the youngest enters first grade)

It was a simple list, and I did believe that it was going to come true. I didn't believe that Tonya was going to be the mother of my children anymore, but I felt that if I did find Ms. Right, that she would be willing to stay at home with the children. I milled around the room a little more, and moved the video camera a few times, noting the position each time. The only thing wrong was a sound check. I would have loved it if Ben had been watching the video without the headphones. I also wondered about what sounds I would hear, if somebody closed the airtight door. This was probably a lame test anyway. I picked up the video camera, waved goodbye to Ben, and left the band hall.

I left the school and frowned into the video recorder. The video was a bust, and I was a bit disappointed. I was hoping to have some time in the band hall without Ben's prying eyes, but that didn't happen. I then went next door to the stadium, and poked around with the video recorder. I wanted to figure out where to place the recorder so that I could video Ben and Tonya in the stands. I was going to sit near them too, so I wanted a location that would capture all three of us in the stands. I wanted to see if they were also watching me. I found a place, and figured out how I was going to set it up the camera.

With that done, I had only one more thing on my "to do" list for the day. It was a long shot, but I called Mary's lawyer from my cell phone. Mary Brook's lawyer was Carol Bernstein. I told Carol who I was, and that she had represented Mary in a divorce. Carol told me that Mary had already called her, and that she was expecting my call. She also told me that she was famished, and that she would consider taking my case right now, if I would take her out to dinner. 

This was turning out to be one of the most pivotal days in my life. I'm not sure how much karma I had banked, but it seemed that every step of today had laid out for me. I didn't want to argue with fate, "So Carol, what would you like to eat?"

We arrived at the Italian restaurant at 8 PM, and had a one hour dinner. Carol took the case on a hundred dollar retainer, and I told her that I would bring by financial information in the morning. I think I made a favorable impression on Carol. She was not too interested in the scorch and burn option that I had, but she understood my feelings.

I went home, showered, and dressed in comfortable cotton clothes, and went into my studio/garage. While I showered I thought about the events of the day. In less than twelve hours I: Found out that my wife was cheating (Bad!) Had gotten the biggest check I had ever seen (Good!) Was offered a three-way with Sherri and Mary (Indescribable!) Found out that I had an STD (Bad!) Quit my job (was not sure, but I think good) Gotten into a fight and won (again, I'm not sure) Spent kilo bucks on Glass (Good!) Had a positive confrontation with my wife (Good!) Hired a lawyer to sort this mess out for me (Good!)

I mulled over the points that were good and bad, and there were a lot more good points than bad ones. The one thing that I felt best about was that I was now being proactive, instead of reactive. I was still a bit pissed off at Mary and Sherri about being set up. I was also extremely pissed off at Mary for not telling Ben that he had a STD, but it was now the proof of Tonya's infidelity. Tonya had risked her fertility on an affair was the final nail in the coffin of our marriage. I was in the process of being cured, and my sperm sample showed that I was still fertile, so I was ready to walk away without seeking revenge. 

I would have several hours of work ahead of me in the garage. Each sheet of glass had to be cleaned, marked on both sides, photographed (on both sides again), and an inch and a half sample strip had to be cut from it. I would then take each strip and make three inch and a half squares. One of the squares was marked and filed away, and the other two were stacked on top of each other and placed on the kiln shelf for test firing. The rest of the strip was marked and set aside for later. Each sample in the kiln was marked in a notebook, so that I could file it with the unfired piece. Many pieces of glass will "Strike", which means that they have a chemical reaction and change colors when fused. So the first thing you do is make sure you figure out what you just purchased before you try to use it. 

I decided to use french vanilla as my base solid color, so I cut two ten inch by ten inch pieces of that color and placed it in the kiln. I then took half inch pieces from each test strip and placed them carefully on the two separate squares of glass. Each of these pieces would melt and fuse into my base color, and I could see if any of these pieces of glass "Reacted" with my base color. Why glass artists call these things different names is beyond me, but one color change is called "Striking" and the other is called "Reacting". Both actions could be good or bad, but you needed to know in advance what to expect. I had loaded up my big kiln, and set the schedule for a two layer full fuse, and turned it on. 

I still had the two smaller kilns to set up. I decided to do a pattern bar in the medium size kiln and a pot melt in the little one. From the remaining strips of test glass, I selected colors that I felt went together the best and started building a mold out of extra kiln bricks to contain the glass. I then started stacking the strips of glass into the mold. I made a detailed map in my notebook of each piece of glass, and what it's sample number was, before cleaning the glass, and removing all marks on it. I also photographed each layer that I put down. Some of the strips I split into two ¾ inch strips. I continued to load until the mold was a least nine layers thick. I put this on a very long schedule, with a long de-bubble and slump stage, and an extra long annealing stage.

The smaller kiln I grabbed a flower pot and did a pot melt. The flower pot is filled with different colors and suspended over a flat kiln shelf. The glass will melt together and eventually drip out of the hole in the bottom of the flower pot, and the blended glass will form a sheet glass in the flat kiln shelf. This can make "interesting" results. I decided to "block up" the kiln shelf too, so that I would get an extra thick piece of glass. I put a schedule into the final kiln similar to the medium kiln, except that the fusing stage was extended, instead of the slump stage. 

It was after 2 AM when I finished loading the kilns, and came back inside. There was a not on the kitchen table:

Tonya's Five Year Goals

(1) Drill Team 1st place AAAA Division. (2) Start a family. (3) Continue to teach. 

P.S. Leftover pizza in the fridge, and I got you some beer. Enjoy! From the layout of the note, I figured that either she had gone into the band hall, or, that Ben had found the note, and brought it to her. I didn't know which, but I guessed that Ben and Tonya had spoken to each other after I left. Each of us had stated a personal goal, and a "family" goal, but the final goals were in complete conflict with each other. 

Ooooh.....Beer and Pizza!.....I opened the door of the refrigerator......Score!

I knew I didn't have to get up and go to my job in the morning; in fact I was ready to celebrate the birth of Beckson Glassworks. I pulled out two beers and the first box, and took them back out to the workshop. I pulled out an old Jackie Chan movie and slumped down on our old couch, the one Tonya hated and I didn't want to get rid of, and started watching. 

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I was bundled up on the couch when my cell phone rang. I had slept in my clothes on the old couch that night, and I had to look around for a while to get my bearings. I finally answered the telephone.

"Hello?"

"Paul, this is Richard Davidson. Get your butt down here, so that I can fire your ass!"

"What! Richard, don't you remember? I quit yesterday."

"Yeah, but wouldn't you rather be fired?"

"Why would I want to be fired?"

"For your severance package, of course, which includes and additional four weeks of pay, and the ability to draw workman's compensation."




The Contract Ch. 03



"You're shitting me, aren't you?"

"Nope, this is for real, Paul. It's from the boss."

"The boss knows that Tonya cheated on me?"

"No Paul, You hit a co-worker on company property, and there were lots of witnesses. Hell, I even saw it. He wants me to fire you."

"But he swung at me first!"

"Doesn't matter Paul, You hit a co-worker on company property. He wants you fired." 

"Did you tell him that I already quit?"

"No, I didn't, but I thought that you might want to come in a get fired, so that you would be fully covered during your divorce settlement, and then you could try to get your job back through wrongful termination, because you were defending yourself."

"Richard, does everyone have these weird conversations with their boss, or is it just me?"

"Just you. Paul. Just you."

"I'll call you back; I want to talk to my lawyer first."

"Ok, Paul, but this is a limited offer. You need to be here by noon."

I looked up at the clock, it was 8:48. The clock was another thing that I wanted to keep in the house, but Tonya hates digital clocks. I called Carol, explained about Richard wanting to fire me. She told me to not sign anything, and meet her in the parking lot beforehand. She wanted me at the down there as soon as possible. I hung up and went into the house.

Tonya car was not around, so I figured that Tonya was at the high school. I showered and put on a suit. It might have been casual Friday, but I wanted to look my best when I got fired. When I got to the parking lot, Carol was taking photographs with a camera. She asked me to show her where the scuffle happened, and to go though every thing that I could remember. She took some notes, and then some more photographs. She then had me go thought the entire thing again, with Carol acting the part of the idiot who attacked me. For the life of me, I could not come up with the name of the guy. 

She was asking some additional questions when Richard Davidson, my ex-supervisor walked out of the office and came over. I introduced Carol to Richard, and they shook hands. I was about to see what kind of lawyer I had retained. 

"Mr. Davidson, before we get to firing Mr. Beckson, I want to see the videos of the parking lot taken by that camera....and also by that camera over there. I have Mr. Beckson's statement about what happened, but I will need to know what I am up against when I file a wrongful termination suit. I will also want to interview the other employee, Len Goodwin, before we settle."

I looked over at Carol perplexed. How did she know the name of the other guy? Maybe Mary told her who the guy was?

"Ms. Bernstein, this is just a simple matter, and I just want to get Paul a little more compensation, that's all. Why don't we go inside, and I show you how generous his termination package is. You really don't have to go through the trouble of talking to Mr. Goodwin, besides he had already been terminated."

"Are you going to show me the videos?"

"Ms. Bernstein, Those cameras are just decoys."

"Then why did they both move and follow me when I started walking around the parking lot? You can stonewall me if you want, Mr. Davidson, but Paul does not have to be fired. I met with Len Goodwin when he came out of the plant earlier, and gave him my card. I am only Paul's divorce lawyer, and I can represent either Len or Paul in their wrongful termination suit at this point. I would suggest that it's in the best interest of Morton Packaging to let me represent Paul, and give me access to the videos."

Richard looked very flustered.

"You know, it would be a conflict of interest for me to represent Len Goodwin if I was representing Paul. That means I will have to not give Mr. Goodwin, or his lawyer any information if it might hurt my client."

Carol smiled. 

Richard grinned back. "You know Paul, you didn't hire a lawyer; you hired a vampire."

I looked between the two, "You mean there is a difference?"

All of a sudden, we were watching the video recordings of the parking lot from two different angles, and Carol was taking lots of notes. The altercation took all of one minute and thirty eight seconds, and the actual fight was two seconds. Carol watched it from each angle four or five times. 

Let me explain about a person throwing a roundhouse. Their center of gravity is shifted outside of their stance, and if they miss, they will at least stumble. The defense for a roundhouse is simple, back up and the fist misses your face. Push the arm in the same direction as it is moving, as it passes in front of you, and will make your opponent even more unstable, and he will spin away from you. Slam your other fist into his gut with full force (yeah, I lied) and you may knock the wind out of him. As you tower over him, lie, and say that you had pulled your punch, and the others will back down, even though you may be so frighten that you're ready to piss in your pants.

Finally, Carol had seen enough. She then asked to be alone with her client. When we were alone she started to talk to me.

"Paul, I am guessing that it's been a while since you actually got into a fist fight with someone. I am not talking about a match at your Dojo, but a fistfight. How many years as it been?"

"I was my sophomore year of college."

"So, it's been about ten years, then. Good! You have been a model citizen, and this could be considered a first time offence. Paul, I want you to watch this camera, I want you to tell me if you can see disgust in Sherri's eyes."

She played the video from camera six; it was right after Len Goodwin went down. The camera had the best shot of Sherri, but the people were small in the image and it was impossible to see any thing that looked like disgust. I shook my head.

"You did see her thank you, and then you stayed like a good and faithful knight in shining armor and waited for her to get into the van. OK, Now......, you are walking away......, and stop." She had halted the recorder as I was going back to the car.

"Does this look like the face of a Knight who has done a good deed? I really don't think so, Paul. This face shows disappointment. Do you see what I am seeing?"

"Yes, but I was thinking about how she had...."

She cut me off. "No Paul, you cannot get a jury to buy that. What they will buy is that a Martial Arts black belt had found out hours ago that his wife was cheating on him, and he tried to goad three guys on so that he could kick all three of their asses. That image right there will be used to show that you were not happy about rescuing the damsel in distress, but instead were disappointed that you couldn't get all three of them to attack you at once. Paul, there is no doubt in my mind that a jury will buy this explanation over yours. You didn't even ask the woman if she wanted your help, and a Knight in shining armor would at least to do that, too. Is it just a coincidence that your first street fight in ten year just happens on the day you find out your wife is cheating on you? I really don't think so! " 

I looked at my face on the monitor, and knew she had a point. I knew that I had laughed at the thought of going toe to toe with Ben. I didn't feel like I was bristling for a fight, but maybe I was.

"Paul, even if they accept your resignation, you may have burned your bridge back to employment with Morton Packaging. I have a good idea what is going on, and I'm going to do my best to keep a way back to your job after you have been fired."

Carol got up, went to the door and opened it. She looked at Richard and the person who was assisting Richard. "OK, you two are going to convince me that it is worthwhile to expose my client and myself to a tampering with evidence charge, which is a third degree felony." 

I was given a newspaper and told to do "just stay out of my way". The document was amended several times, and finally Carol, Richard, and a bewildered legal representative for the company sent for me to join them. Carol decided to explain the package. 

"Paul, you are being fired because you struck a fellow employee. You can be re-hired back if you can be re-habilitated. You are going to have to go through some anger management classes and if your instructor believes that you have learned to control your anger, you can be re-hired. Since you have shown that you can't control yourself right now, we are going to put you out on sick leave until you have used up all your sick leave. After that, you have a severance package that gives you three months pay to re-habilitate yourself, and learn to control your anger. "

"Me? Go to anger management classes? You've got to be kidding me?"

I didn't like the idea that they thought I was an out of control wild man. Richard was clearly smirking as he saw my reaction to the offer that Carol was laying out for me. The legal representative was not taking this very well, but trying to stay quiet.  

"Paul, this is serious business, you are going to have to show up at the Himaki Dojo at least twice a week for classes in Jujitsu and for Tai Chi Meditation. This will teach you to be in control of your emotions."

"Wait, I already go to the Himaki Dojo!"

"Yes Paul, this is serious; The company is going to pay for your anger management training at this Dojo. We are giving you a six month unlimited membership. We are hoping you will be able to learn how to control your emotions."

I turned to the legal representative, "You're paying my Dojo fees? Wait! Did you just say the unlimited membership, and all courses are covered? What about Caligraphy, and Japanese?"

The legal representative couldn't keep a straight face, covered her mouth, and nodded. Richard started to laugh out loud.

Carol was getting a bit annoyed, "Please people, this is serious business!" Carol was taking this very hard, and she was bitter about the levity shown by the others. After the two got control of themselves, Carol continued on. 

"Paul, the 12 days of sick leave and the 13 weeks of severance leave should give you time to heal yourself, but if you need more time, you can still use your vacation leave, along with the additional sick leave that you will get at the beginning of next year. Should your instructors give us proof that you have progressed, you will be re-instated into your position at the company immediately."

"Wait, so you are saying that I'm fired, but what I'm really getting is paid time off?"

"Yes Paul, you are being fired. Should you decide to move on, and never come back to the company, it will be as if you were fired today, with a huge severance package. But if you choose to, you may come back, but you have to do so before all of your leave is used up, which is a little over six months from now. You can even come back for one day, hand in your resignation, and leave. By coming back for just one day, this termination will be removed from your record."

"I've never taken Jujitsu."

"Yes, and that will make it easy for you to earn your first level belt, won't it?"

"So if I earn a yellow belt in Jujitsu, I have passed my anger management training, and I can be re-hired?"

"That, and performing the Tai Chi short form."

I rolled my eyes. This was practically giving me my job back. This was unbelievable!

"Ok Carol, I'm in, but what's the bad side?"

"You will have to sign away your rights to sue for wrongful termination." 

"Is it really that obvious that I would win?"

"Not really, but the company is limiting their liability this way."

"And your advice is?"

"Paul, shut up and sign the damn thing as quickly as you can, before they change their minds."

I did just that.

***** *****

Carol Bernstein was very serious about the whole event, where Richard and the legal representative seem to be floating on air. As we walked out of the building she made it quite clear that losing an important piece of evidence is a third degree felony. She had never mentioned the letter of resignation at all the entire time.

"Their real target Len Goodwin, who has already been terminated. The man had three complaints of sexual harassment, and had been involved in two scuffles, which he wiggled out of. This time, the parking lot camera's caught the entire event on video, and he went down. Their problem was that Mr. Goodwin was fired on grounds that he picked a fight with someone who was employed at this company. They needed you to still be employed to prevent Mr. Goodwin from filing for wrongful termination."

"So, my severance package is to keep me silent?"

"Just remember, you have no recollection of handing in a letter to Richard Davidson. Do you understand?"

"What letter?" Carol smiled and gave me thumbs up.

"Wrongful termination suits are very expensive, aren't they?"

Carol gave me a stern look and spoke to me. "Paul, don't press your luck here, and six months salary is a pittance compared to what they could be sued for, but we also have to weigh in their good will to take you back. I know you never studied Jujitsu, so just smile and go spend the next few months earning a yellow belt, will ya?"

I nodded, and then stopped. "Did you just say six months salary?"

"Paul, You're not the only one keeping silent, and did you notice that I didn't mention what my fee was for assisting you? I am getting three months salary, too. They were actually more worried about me representing Len Goodwin than anything else."

"Wow, three month's salary for three hours work. I do have a vampire for a lawyer."

"Yes, but I'm your vampire."

We went to the bank, and I gave Carol our financial information. With Carol watching, I transferred half of our finances into my personal accounts. She told me to rent out a storage locker and start moving my stuff out of the house. I told her that I would buy a shipping container, and have it delivered somewhere. She took all the financial information and went back to her office, to start drawing up the divorce papers. From what I saw of ability to handle my termination, I was feeling pretty good about her handling my divorce.

**********

I still needed to confront Tonya, and I didn't want to without an exit plan. I decided that Tonya could have the house, and I would move out. I had a good idea where I was going to live. 

When I was in college, I inherited a small ten acre lot in the country, with an old trailer on it. It was only fifteen miles away. I had inherited it from one of my great uncles. The trailer was called "The Poker Place" because of the poker parties that I threw out at it during my college days. I had also loaned out the trailer as a love nest, so to speak, so some guys called it "The Poke Her Place". Presently, I was without a job, so I really didn't need to be in the city. I decided that this would be the start of my new life. I needed a workshop, and a place to store my things. So I spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready to move. 

I ordered a forty foot shipping container, and I paid $100 extra if they could deliver it today. With this economy as it is, the container was already being loaded onto a rig before I left the parking lot. 

Tonya and I had always talked about putting a cabin on the property, and I had already gone so far as to get the soil tested. I took the soil test to three different metal building companies and had them bid on a 1000 square foot workshop. I ended up liking one group that put up 30 foot wide arch buildings. They had a 40 foot long model. Their bid on a 1200 square foot building was less than all of the others. I gave them a deposit, and they were going come out today so that I could show them where to put the building. The lot was in an un-incorporated area, so no permits were required. 

I went home and took half of my clothes, put them into some garbage bags, and threw them into the car. When I had filled my car up, I called the container company and the building company and told them I was leaving. I then drove out to the Poker Place; the shipping container rig beat me to the place. I showed the crew where to drop the metal box, and started bringing my bags of clothes into the Poker Place. It still had the faint smell of stale beer and vomit, and I started to have second thought about my plan. Maybe the shipping container was a better place to live?

The arch building guy took one look at my trailer, and laughed. He then showed a plan for a 50 foot long building with a kitchenette and a full bathroom. He said would stub out the plumbing in the slab, and then I would have to get someone else to erect internal walls and install the fixtures. I would also need to file permits for a new septic system, because that was a county requirement. I went for it. The total cost for the arch building would cut my personal account in half, but I had my bonus and my severance package to live on. I just hoped that the building would be finished quickly. 

I grabbed a quick bite to eat on the way back to my home, or, soon to be ex-home. It was getting late and just had time to check the kilns. All the programs had expired, but the kilns were still hot. I cracked the lids on each kiln and wedged clay blocks in each lid to allow them to vent heat. I wanted to make a second trip to the poker place, but I didn't have time. I retrieved a new blank disk for the video camera and went to the football game.

While driving to the football game, I decided that I would spend my time making glassware, until the workshop was done. I was prepared to practically live in the detached garage for the time being, and come into the main house when I need to shower or go to the bathroom. I was going to keep silent about the Poker Place, until the workshop was ready. I would just have a quiet exit from Tonya's life.

When I got to the stadium, I set up the camera and went to sit near the drill team. I was trying to just sit and support Tonya and her drill team, just like I had done every other Friday night during football season. I was just the husband of one of the teachers, so I expected to not even have a soul talk to me all night, but not tonight.

I was a contracts negotiator at Morton Packaging, and I kept to myself. Sure, I was recognized at the banquet, and I had friends within my department, but I felt that I was not noticed by anyone. It turns out that Len Goodwin was quite known around the company, and not in a good way. The scuffle was seen by maybe thirty people as they were leaving for the day, but these thirty people must have gone back to their department this morning and told everyone they could. I was the company gossip, and I had taken down the slime ball Len Goodwin! When people went to my department to congratulate me, they found out I was fired.

Every ten minutes or so, a co-worker who had a child at the high school would come up to me and want to shake my hand. I was told about the petition that was being passed around supporting me. The story of me saving our helpless nurse in the parking lot had grown too. At least three people asked me how my knife wound was healing! I didn't know most of these people, but I politely shook their hands, and told them that I was going to go through anger management training before trying to come back to work. Several of the guys had a twenty in their hands when they shook mine. I refused their money, of course. Mary was chaperoning the band, and kept giving me Thumbs up signs every time someone would come up to me. They were treating me like I was some kind of great fighter who had mastered the Pinky Finger of Death! I was getting embarrassed by the attention.

I glanced over at Tonya a few times, and she was trying not to notice the stream of people coming to greet me. Just as the second quarter started, another person extended his hand towards me. 

"Are you Paul Beckson?"

"Yes?"

"You are being served." And with that, he handed me an envelope. No, not just an envelope, THE ENVELOPE!




The Contract Ch. 03



I looked over at Tonya, who spun her head back to face the football field. She glanced back, and saw that I was staring at her, and then she tried to look back at the field as if nothing had happened. 

I thought I was ready for this, but I was not. I hugged the envelope and started to cry, but only for a moment. I started to get mad, really mad. Why here? I was here to support her, and she picked a football stadium with a thousand people around me to have me served? How could she? Damn it! I was planning to exit gracefully, and quietly, but no! Tonya wanted the entire school to know that she had served me! Oh my god, she had served me right in front of her lover! They were laughing at me!

"Fuck!" A few people gasped around me at what I had blurted out.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I didn't care who heard me. I got up and went down the steps, grabbed my camera and marched out of the stadium. Tonya followed me, along with Mary.

I started to walk towards my car. 

Tonya ran after me, "Paul, calm down, we need to talk!"

I continue to stride quickly towards my car. "Fuck You, Tanya!"

She ran in front of me and stood in front of my car. "And keep a civil tongue, will you, this is a public place."

I turned and started walking toward the high school. I knew of a very soundproofed band hall that I could vent at her in private. "Get away from me, Tonya!" I also saw that Mary was watching both of us from a distance.

"Paul, we need to talk!"

"No, Tonya, you want to order me around, and tell me what you want me to do. There is no "we" in this conversation, just you talking and me listening."

"Paul, don't you see. I have been suffering through this decision quite a bit, and I have shed many tears before coming up with this. This is the best for both of us! Paul, you do know that I am doing this for both of us?"

I got to the band hall, and opened the door. I held the door open for Tonya and then went in. I followed her in, and then lashed out at her. "And I suppose you were crying all these tears while you were fucking Ben Everson?" 

Tonya gasped, "Oh my God! You knew?"

"Yes, I knew. So let me see if I have this right. I come and support my wife and her drill team every fucking week, but when I go to a company banquet, my wife can't bother to come and support me, because she's too busy being screwed by the band director!"

Tonya started to sob. I looked over at the door because I didn't hear it close. Mary was peeking in, and enjoying the showdown.

"And to top it off, you decide to humiliate me in public by serving me at the football game! Whose idea was that? Was it your lover's idea? Did you have me served at the football game so that he could watch it? Did Ben enjoy it? Well, Did he?" 

I was losing it, and I knew it. I ran into Tonya's office, put the camera and the folder down of her desk, and closed the door. I pounded my fist into the cinder block wall and I screamed at the top of my lungs. "FUCK!" 

Tonya watched through the plate glass window as I did it again. "FUCK!"

The airtight door could not keep her from hearing me. "YOU CHEATING BITCH!"

She froze in horror as I bloodied my fists by pounding them into the wall. I continued to curse at her as bits of paint started to flake off the blocks. My hands started to feel like lead, and I stopped and just shouted at the wall. After a minute, I was shouted out. I leaned against the desk and sucked air in and out. After a minute, I finally got control of my breathing. I grabbed the folder with the divorce decree and left Tonya's office. I shook the folder in Tonya's face.

"I'm not signing anything until my lawyer reads through it. I'll move out, so that you can continue to fuck Ben in our marital bed. I'll be in touch. I need to get my shit out of the house that you desecrated."

I walked to the door. Mary held it open for me.

Tonya stood there watching me leave, "Paul?"

"Tonya, I'm too mad to talk to you. Just go back to the game, your girls need you."

I walked to my car, drove away from the school, and parked to check out my hands. I pulled my first aid kit out from under the seat and cleaned up my hands as best as I could. I didn't break any bones and I skinned up my knuckles pretty badly, but I would live. I had a chuck of paint on one of my knuckles and picked it up to look at it. It was soft and squeezable. The practice room had been painted with foaming paint that was about a third of an inch thick. It was probably there to absorb noise, but it had saved my hands! The thought that my wife worked in a rubber room felt so appropriate right now. The bitch was crazy!

I called Carol Bernstein.

"Hello?"

"Carol, she served me! The bitch served me at the football game right in front of half the school, including her lover!"

"You're kidding? That's cold!"

"You bet it is, Damn it! I was going to leave the marriage quietly, but to hell with that! I want her to pay! I want her to give ME alimony!"

"OK Paul, I get it. Please do me a favor, and don't do anything stupid. Where can I meet with you?"

"I'm going home right now. I want to empty everything of mine out of the house."

"Good! I'll meet you there." As soon as I hung up, the cell phone started ringing, and I turned it off.

I drove the rest of the way home, and started to clean up my hands. Carol rang the doorbell, and I let her in.

She looked at my hands. "I told you not to do anything stupid!"

"Sorry, I kinda lost it." 

"KINDA! I'd say you did! Did you hurt anyone? 

"No. I just used a wall as a punching bag."

You didn't do this at the stadium, did you? How many witnesses are there?"

"Only Tonya and Mary Brooks saw it, it was in her drill team office at the school."

"Mary Brooks? The one who referred me to you? The one who gave us that video disk of Tonya and Ben's doing it in Orlando?" 

"Yes. That Mary."

Carol breathed a sigh of relief, "That's not as bad as I had imagined. She might even act as a witness that you DIDN'T hurt anyone. Let's fix your hands up, and then, I will read while you pack. Put three changes of clothes in a suitcase."

Carol cleaned my knuckles up, and then we got down to business. Carol started to read the divorce decree as I went into the master bedroom and emptied every item of clothing that I owned and put them into more trash bags, and loaded up the car again. I then went through the house and grabbed anything I thought should be mine and put it into the car, too. When there was no more room, I started putting things into the detached garage. While I was clearing the bedroom, Carol asked me if I would mind if she called a friend over. I gave her the OK, She went out to her car and pulled out her laptop and a printer and went to work. While I was putting things into the garage, her friend showed up. 

"Paul this is Sergeant Perez, he will be serving your wife. Do you want it to be done here, or at the school?"

"What would you recommend?"

"I'm not into public displays. I think you should take the high road. I would do it here."

"Carol, I trust you."

"Paul, I want you to give me your phone, and use this disposable phone. I want Tonya to go through me. You can give the number to Mary Brooks, but not to Tonya. I want to text you when Sergeant Perez has served Tonya. We will stay here while you take thing to that storage unit."

I then finished putting things into the garage. I did this quickly, and probably didn't get everything I wanted, but I didn't want to be here when Tonya got here. I found the video camera box, and realized that I had left it inside Tonya's office in the band hall. I told Carol about it, and told her that we had a spare key to the High School. Carol told me to get the key, take the clothes out to the storage unit, but keep the suitcase. I was then to wait for her text message, and then meet her at the high school. 

I got into the car and drove to the Poker Place. I dumped my clothes off in the shipping container. I ended up driving to a Starbucks near the school and hanging out. I sent a text message to Carol, "At Starbucks on Maple". I also called Mary, "If you need to talk to me, I am at this number. But don't give Tonya this number".

I sipped some coffee, and ate a piece of crumb cake. The game must have ended, because the traffic got heavier, and the shop started getting crowded. I kept to myself. Mary sent me a message, "Tonya going home". Twenty minutes later Carol sent me a message, "Tonya served".

Carol showed up and we chatted for a while. My phone continued to buzz. Carol just smiled each time, "I'm going to let her stew for a while". She wanted Tonya to have to go through her, to get to me. 

We went to the Band Hall, and found Ben there alone. When Ben saw me, he turned white as a sheet. Carol made me stay outside the band hall. Carol went in and within five minutes returned with the camera. We left the school. 

I followed Carol to a hotel. She rented a room until Monday, and told me to use it. She told me that she was going to come by in the morning. I went to the room and I tried to sleep, but I didn't sleep well. What a mess!

**********

This is the end of part three. Thank You, for reading. This is turning into a five to seven part series. I hope to the next installment out to you real soon. 



The Contract Ch. 03



AS IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER THERE ARE NO SEX SCENES IN THIS CHAPTER, IF THAT’S YOUR BAG, PLEASE TRY ELSEWHERE

*

Events ground on slowly over the month. The divorce was going through the system, the contract was up and running and Jim had found a flat and moved in. He still saw Jenny at weekends but never saw Janice at all. He asked Jenny how her mother was coping and Jenny refused to answer. She did not want to get drawn into their private war. 

Three months after the first deliveries, the contract started to misfire. Pearson’s had rejected several deliveries as sub-standard and had withheld paying the one invoice submitted so far. Jim was mystified regarding the quality issues and after meeting with the Production Manager they decided to hold back one test sample from every batch delivered. They never told anyone of this new procedure and the issue seemed to be resolved.

Andy and Jake Pearson were in town for the first Quarterly contract review meeting.
The meeting was productive and the Jim assured them that they were taking steps to ensure the quality of the parts in future. Jake seemed to accept this but warned that any future problems could have serious consequences for the future of the contract.  

This was a surprise to Jim as he had always thought that Andy was prime decision maker in Pearson’s and he realised he would need to re-evaluate the pecking order within Pearson’s. It was important he knew who was the prime decision maker within a client’s organisation, it would appear that judging on the preliminary discussions today, that Andy was not as powerful as he had first presented himself

When the business was concluded he asked Jim, “How about we take you and your beautiful wife out to dinner tonight?”

Jim was reluctant to discuss his problems with Andy, but simply told him “Janice and I have parted and are getting divorced. She found out that I had been unfaithful and threw me out!”

Andy sympathised and said, “I’m sorry to hear that, she does not forgive or forget easily, I know that from experience.” 

Secretly he smiled to himself, he already knew about the separation, he had engineered the bust up himself by providing Jim with the opportunity to stray by setting him up with the girls. He could now put the next part of his plan into motion to get Janice back into his bed. He knew she would never succumb to him while still married to Jim, but with the divorce moving along, the door was now open for him to exploit the situation and he fully intended to take full advantage of it.

 He started by sending her a sympathetic e.mail regarding her separation from Jim and followed this up with telephoning her once a week. By the time the next quarterly meeting came around, he was ready to implement the next step. He had persuaded her to go to dinner with him while he was in town. He felt things were progressing well on that front. The main issue at the review meeting would be the continuing quality issues and these would be high on the agenda. 

He had instigated the complete hold on any payments citing the quality issues as the basis for this action. Prior to this meeting, Jim had requested that the faulty product should be returned to them for investigation and when they got them back, they were subjected to an in depth analysis and the results were scheduled to be ready in time for the meeting. 

Jim and Jake both attended the meeting and things got very heated over the issue. Jim saw a side to Andy Pearson that he had never seen before. He was at his bully boy best and threatened to pull the plug on the contract. Jim managed to keep his cool and waited out the tirade. When Andy had finished with the statement that Pearson’s would not be paying any more invoices until the problem was resolved or alternative suppliers found, Jim stood up and calmly told him to shut up and listen. 

He pulled out one of the rejected parts and said, “This is one of the parts you rejected, correct?”

Jake nodded and pointed out the Pearson’s QA reject tag attached.

“OK then,” said Jim, “We have been retaining a sample out of every batch we have delivered since the we first encountered the quality issue, this is the one from the batch that the reject purports to come from. We have had the two parts independently analysed. The metallurgy results prove that the two parts are from different alloys and it is our contention that the batch must have been switched after delivery to you. We have the consignment notes for each delivery, so we can prove that the problem was not of our making. I think you need to look at your own Goods Received process and determine where the substitution was made.”

Andy started to bluster, “What the fuck are you trying to pull, you have been supplying sub-standard parts to us and are now trying to wriggle out.”

Jake interrupted him and said firmly, “Can we have copies of your analysis results and the test piece from your last batch delivered to us? We will want to verify your results and if we do confirm your findings, I will ensure your outstanding invoices are paid immediately. Are you happy to proceed on this basis?”

Andy jumped to his feet and angrily interrupted any chance Jim had to respond by shouting, “No, I will not waste our time and money chasing down this fantasy.”

Jake said quietly but with authority, “I think you should sit down and we will discuss this matter in private, there are a few other side issues that I do not want to raise here. It’s best if we keep this as an internal matter for now. Now shut up, I don’t want to hear any more from you until we are in private.”

The authority was clear in his tone and Andy sat down fuming and said nothing more during the meeting.

Janice, of course, knew nothing of the events of the meeting. She was feeling upbeat and looking forward to a night out. She had not been out since her separation from Jim and the prospect of spending an evening with someone of the opposite sex had started her fantasizing about the chances of her getting fucked. She was finding it hard to stay objective about the prospect. The fact that she was going out with Andy Pearson added to her state of arousal. He was her first love and even with the history between them, she was half way to believing he had changed. Tonight would tell, she thought.

Andy Pearson was seething over the turn of events at the meeting. He had seriously underestimated Jim Adams! He wondered how the sneaky bastard had had the foresight to retain a sample of every batch. Still the situation was not totally screwed, there was nothing linking him to the product switch, the Warehousing Manager was the one who’s signature was on the delivery receipt and he had been careful not to commit anything in writing to him when he had set up the scam. 

Still, the plan almost worked, another couple of weeks and with their banker’s clamouring for money, he could have forced them to the wall and acquired their business for next to nothing. The only other thing that really rankled was the way Jake had talked to him in the meeting. He had embarrassed him in front of a supplier and he would need to address the matter soon and show him who was the real boss of the company. As he prepared himself for his long awaited date with Janice, he pondered how far to push her this evening, was it too soon to pressure her into bed, or should he prolong the courtship a little longer? 

He decided to let her set the pace and if she made the first move, then he would exploit the opportunity. She was still the best fuck he had ever had and the thought of getting her into his bed excited him. He briefly thought about making her organise a threesome with her and her daughter, but it was way too soon for that, though that prospect really set his libido twitching.

He turned up Janice’s house at seven prompt and was met by Jenny who invited him in. Jenny was also dressed to go out and was waiting on her boyfriend. She explained that her mother would not be long and sat beside on the settee. She asked him how she had met her mother and he gave her a brief account of their past history. 

Jenny was intrigued, her mother had never struck her as one who would have sex outside marriage never mind having sex with two men together. She had heard her father’s accusation the night they had the bust up and her mother had not tried to deny it, so she the very idea of it had her curiosity aroused. Jenny was not a virgin, she had lost that when she was fifteen. Sex to her was something to be enjoyed and she briefly wondered what Andy would be like in bed. She felt herself start blushing at the thought.

Andy was watching Jenny carefully, he had noted her well developed breasts straining in the constrictions of her demure blouse and also noted the deep blush as it spread upwards from her cleavage to her neck and face. He could felt himself start to get an erection from just watching her, she was truly beautiful and without a thought about the consequences, he moved closer to her and taking her hand, slowly caressed her fingers and slowly moved his other arm around her waist. 

God, she was hot, he thought and said teasingly, “Maybe we should just go out together and leave your boyfriend to your mother to look after, what do you say?”

Jenny was stunned, was he serious? Was he trying to pick her up? The thought sent her senses reeling, Jesus, he was old enough to be her father!

Before she could reply, his hand dropped onto he thigh and started to slide upwards. This brought her to her senses and she slapped his face hard and stood up shouting, “How dare you, I don’t even know you! You are too old for me and anyway you would not be able to handle me, even if I did fancy you.”

At that point Janice appeared and asked, “What is going on down hear, I thought I heard raised voices and was that a slap? 

Jenny looked hard at her mother and said, “Your boyfriend just suggested we leave you and he and I go out together. Between that and trying to get his hand up my skirt a moment ago, I lost my temper and rejected his advances and slapped his face! I’ve got to say, I don’t think much of you choice of men to replace Dad.”

Janice could see from the guilty look on Andy’s face that her daughter was telling the truth and slowly shaking her head, she looked Andy straight in the eye and said, “I think you had better leave, don’t you. Leopards cannot change their spots and neither can you. I was almost ready to believe you had changed but thank god I found out in time. You really blew it again you stupid bugger. I was ready to give you another chance but not now, please leave.”

Andy started to protest and said, “It was her fault, she started to come on to me as soon as I came in the door. She even told me you wouldn’t object to the three of us getting together, just like the old days. You always liked three in a bed in those days, are you sure your spots have changed? I’m only sorry you found out about the gang bang before we had a chance to give it a try. I know you would have loved it, two cocks were never enough for you in those days!”

“Get out now!” Janice shouted, “Get out or I will call the police!”

At that point there was a knock at the door and Jenny ran and answered it. It was her boyfriend Sam. He was a tall young man and stood about six foot 6 tall. He said, “ I could hear you as I was coming up the path, I think you had better leave.” 

Andy looked at him and realised that he was no match for a guy around 20 years younger and obviously in good shape, so he turned to Janice and snarled, “I am not finished with you yet, you have not heard the last of this!” With that he turned and stormed out the door.

Janice turned to Jenny and said, “I think I need to explain some things to you.” She turned to Sam and said, ”Please excuse us, I will be as quick as I can. Feel free to watch the TV, drinks are in the cabinet if you want one.”

Janice and Jenny went into the bedroom and left Sam to his own devices. They must have talked for about an hour before returning to the patiently waiting Sam.

 After Jenny and Sam had gone out, Janice reflected on the mess her life was in. No husband, no company apart from Jenny and she decided she was missing having a man in her bed. Since she and Jim had separated, several of the men in her office had been sniffing around her, flirting with her and trying to see if she was amenable to their advances, after all she was fair game now. She was surprised that one of the men was a married man, but that did not deter him until she threatened to phone his wife and inform her of his behaviour to her. 

Clearly her status had changed, she was now viewed as an available woman who must be missing having a man around. They were right, she thought, but she was not that desperate that she would spread her legs to just any man that approached her. She thought, if it happens, so be it, but she was not going to actively go out to get laid.

To be continued...



The Contract Ch. 03



I will be looking down, if I can, and watching them. My children will also keep an eye on their father too. They have met Samantha and I think that they like her enough to hope for the best too. John...he is the one that worries me. I only wish I could be certain of the end of this whole thing before I left the world.



The Contract Ch. 04



I remember when she told me the news. She had been having problems. After her visit to the doctor he had required her to take some tests. Then came the specialist. I was in the car having just left work to see her home.

Her shoulders were drooping and her walk told me volumes. As she sat down next to me she broke down and began to cry. I leaned over, holding her to me, kissing her cheek.

"It will be okay honey. We'll get through whatever it is. You're strong and I am here for you. We'll get you through this."

"No. We won't John. I've...I've got cancer. They just told me I have less than a year."

"Less than a year? What do they mean less than a year? Is it that you'll need treatment for less than a year? You can do that. We can do that. I will be with you every step of the way Becky."

"No John. They meant that I have less than a year to live. I'm...dying."

I sat in stunned silence. Of all the things I expected to hear, this was the farthest from my mind. It never occurred to me that whatever it was that was bugging my love would kill her. It had to be a wrong diagnosis. She wasn't that ill. It had to be a mistake. It had to be.

"John, they told me I have several types of cancer in me. They're each killing me bit by bit. The specialist told me that I have at most a year and a half. I could die in a month though too."

"No. Not that. We'll find other doctors. There has to be a way to fight this. People survive cancer all the time. You will survive this Becky."

"I don't think so John. I can feel it inside me at times. I don't think I'm going to make it out of this one."

"Nonsense. We'll find someone who can heal you. You'll see. I'll start searching tomorrow. I'll find someone who's able to help you...to cure you. You'll see Becky."

I only wish that I felt all that sure as I was trying to sound. Her specialist was one of the best doctors around, and if he had found cancer then it most likely was. I just couldn't give up on Becky though. I loved her too much to accept this at face value. I had to try. I had to.

Our next weeks were full of me searching, locating and then getting Becky to see one doctor after another. Each time the diagnosis stayed the same. I even took her to another clinic without any background information and had them test her. Still the answer was the same. Several types of cancer, any one of them a killer in it's own right. Most even said that trying to stop it with radiation and Chemotherapy would be futile.

Nobody could say why or how. Nobody could offer a treatment that wasn't worse than the final prognosis. So...finally, after much pleading on Becky's part and a dark hole blooming in my heart, I gave up. I took her home and we began to plan the end of her days.

She could tell I was struggling with this too. We had been together since high school; having got married right after graduation. We attended college, separately, her to the one she wanted, me to the one I needed to be at. We managed to stay faithful and happy. It was hard those first years. I managed to get her pregnant three times while we were going to college too. Becky managed to stay in school and get the necessary grades needed to graduate showing the world how smart and tenacious she really was. 

Tough stuff my Becky is made of. That's why this cancer thing was freaking me out so much. We had been through so much together over the years. Three kids, many moves, different problems that almost every married couple face time to time. Yet we managed to stay in love, matter of fact, our love had grown so much that I was now finding this harder to accept than I had ever dreamed anything like this could be.

If Becky died, I'd be alone. All alone. Our kids were out on their own, living their lives and they had no need for dad to come barging in. I was working, but didn't' really need to since our finances had blossomed over the years and we were sitting very well now. Neither of us had to work at all. We could just sit back and cruise for the rest of our years together. 

Well, that had been the plan anyway. Now this. I was numb inside. I put on the brave front, and watched my wife slowly, oh so slowly, die. It was killing her, and it was killing me. At some point I realized I couldn't live without her. I was asleep when it hit me. I woke up in a cold sweat, and couldn't shake it either. I knew...I wouldn't make it without Becky.

That's when I began to plan my demise. I would die about six months after Becky did. It wouldn't be a suicide, well, so much that anyone could tell for certain anyway. I would go out in a blaze of glory...of sorts. Fire tends to blaze doesn't it? Nobody would be able to tell it was a suicide and the resulting findings would leave my insurance policy in effect. The kids would be taken care of for the rest of their lives, and I'd have my peace.

I didn't count on Becky seeing right through me. She did. Almost at the very moment I thought it all up too. Her insight into me was always right on the money. She had been that way for years. She could read me a mile away, blindfolded. My voice maybe? Inflections in how I spoke might have tipped her off? I was never sure but I knew that I could never hide anything from her. I never had been able to. She knew me inside and out.

We fought over it a bit, but in the end I knew that Becky wouldn't quit until I gave in. It took every bit of every little thing I had to cover it up and let her think I had changed my mind. At times I would have to look somewhere else while talking to her, even in a dark room. I just couldn't give up my plan that easy, and she couldn't accept it either.

I was finding that Becky's sex drive was kicking into high gear too. It was like she wanted to make up for the time she'd be gone or something. At times I felt guilty having sex with her knowing that she was ill. She would tell me that she wanted it, but I figured she was just trying to be...I don't know...a good wife? Making up for the time we'd lose? I never realized that her sex drive had kicked in for some reason, and that she was truly wanting me that way until almost too late. 

It was difficult at times since I knew she was going to die soon. I didn't want to lose her. Not like this, and not so soon in our lives. I guess I had no choice in the matter, as neither did she. It was awkward around each other for a bit after we finally understood her end was coming. I was afraid of hurting her, she was afraid I would be hurt. 

After a couple of weeks of that we finally got it all straightened out. Then, her friend Samantha came along. I was very suspicious at first since Becky had tried to fix me up with her other friends. She was afraid that I'd go off and die on my own and she also thought I needed to have someone to love after she was gone. Like I could have done that. I mean, she had my heart, there was nobody in the world that would ever get it now.

Samantha turned out to be a great person and one that I felt comfortable around. As far as I could tell, she was not interested in me 'that' way. I was relieved, yet still suspicious. I knew Becky well, and I knew she hadn't given up hope that I'd find someone else to love. Like I could.

I have always prided myself on my ability to judge someone's age. I had never been off too far in the past, and usually I'd only let some woman lie a bit to in order to not embarrass them. Yet, I knew the age of most of the women I would meet within a few minutes. I was usually within a year or less too. I had been told I was uncanny in that skill and it had served me well in business over the years too.

Anyway, when I met Samantha for the first time I was struck at how much younger she was than Becky. This woman was supposed to have been in college while Becky was? NO WAY. She had to be at least ten years younger than Becky. At the very least ten years, and probably more like fifteen if I was any judge.

When I questioned them on the age difference, I was expecting some angry stares from Becky, but I never got them. Instead I got a nervous looking wife and a fast talking Samantha. My suspicions were aroused even farther with that.

The explanation was satisfactory, if one was easy to pull the wool over their eyes. I let them think I bought it, but deep down I decided to do some research on young Miss Samantha. In the mean time, her quick wit and good nature won me over, even though I intended to find out more about her through other channels.

When we first met, Samantha was wearing a dress that hid nothing and gave me the impression of a beautiful woman that had a body to kill for. At first I was thinking that Becky had not given up finding a spouse replacement for her, and I was about to get all upset about it. Then, the next day when Samantha was wearing very conservative clothes, I realized that maybe she hadn't been dressed like that for me. After all she had originally come here on account of her job.

As time went on and Samantha moved in and took over the care of Becky, I found her to be quite easy going and nice to be around. I was nervous once or twice when we got too comfortable. She had gotten used to running around like Becky and I would in the past without company around, and at times the short nightie's she wore would be very distracting to me. I mean, she did have a nice body...a very nice body.

One night while I was watching TV, she came out in a robe. Sitting with me and drinking her coffee, I began to notice things about her that I shouldn't have. Like the swell of her breasts just showing, and the shape of her calves. So taught and muscular, yet soft and feminine too. I was getting aroused just sitting there near her. About the time I was going to give up and go to bed, she got up and told me goodnight. 

As she bent to pick up her coffee cup, her robe parted and I had a view of her breasts, hanging unfettered. They were perfect one's too. Nipples were fitting to someone with her features, and she reminded me of a playboy model. Yet, she didn't turn me that way since my next thoughts were of Becky's breasts and how I loved to suck and nibble on her nipples.

I pretended to not notice and she was quick in looking at me to see if I had seen her. Luckily she missed my gawking, and as she left she whispered good night to me.

"Goodnight John. Sleep tight."

"You too Samantha. I'm headed to bed myself. In a minute anyway."

I watched her walk away to the guest bedroom wondering if Becky had managed to work some kind of deal with this woman to slip into my life. I shook it off since nothing so far had led me to see that they were conspiring anything like that. I had not been able to find out much about Samantha's work, other than she had worked a long time ago for one company as a buyer. 

Samantha was paying attention to Becky and I was just a side note to her. At least the impression she gave me was she was not interested in me...other than I was her friend's husband. Still, I had suspicions on the whole matter. I couldn't help it, Becky had tried so hard earlier to get her replacement in my life that I just didn't want to let my guard down.

One night Becky really got turned on and we outdid ourselves. We went at it all night long with few rest breaks. At one point I was fucking her as she lay spread beneath me and she began to cry out. In the past, Becky had been quiet and conservative in bed. This was part of a whole bunch of things that had changed with her.

At the moment of her orgasm she let out a huge scream. The next thing we knew, Samantha was in the room, having thought that Becky was having troubles. Seeing us as we were, she blushed and turned and ran out. I had started to go soft, but Becky really turned up the heat to keep me up and rigid. 

Later, I thought back to that moment and wondered how Samantha had gotten into our bedroom so fast. Way too fast. It made me think that something may not be quite right. Of course, she had been embarrassed and the next morning she was still embarrassed. So I dismissed that whole episode as a true mistake.

Things like that began to happen more and more, usually when Becky was really wound up it seemed. Then came the night that Becky decided to have me do her out in the living room. I should have known better, but Samantha had gone out for the evening, and we figured we'd be alone for at least an hour or two. 

I had been sitting besides her, holding her to me as we kissed and enjoyed each other's presence. Becky then began to escalate things by fondling my cock through my pants. I responded by fondling her breasts, and the next thing we knew we were off. Stripping her clothes off right there in the living room was a trip since we hardly ever made love any place other than the bedroom.

I kissed her breasts, sucking her nipples in and just loving them. Becky had her hands on my cock and was trying to move around so she could suck me. I moved up a bit, and pretty soon we were in a sixty-nine. Becky on top sucking my cock and me underneath licking her very wet pussy. We were like that for a bit, then I rolled her off me and we ended up on the floor. Laughing, we kept on going. I moved between her legs, and positioned my cock at her entrance. 

Becky was mewling, wanting me to fuck her now and fuck her hard. I plunged in, and as I bottomed out she cried out loudly. 

"YESSSSSS. OH God...YESSSSSS."

Hearing her having so much pleasure drove me to improve and do better. I loved to hear Becky. Especially since we had spent the last years being so quiet due to the kids and all. Now, we could be loud and do pretty much whatever we wanted. Her newfound love of sucking my cock still surprised me. It was like I had found another person in the body of my wife somehow.

Anyway, I was fucking her hard and fast and she was screaming. I came as she did, and her legs shot up and around my back locking me inside her. I collapsed on her then rolled to one side. We laid there basking in the glory of our copulation, when we heard it.

"Ahem. Sorry. I forgot my wallet. Came back for it. It's right there, on the coffee table."

Becky had a look in her eyes that made me wonder. She was smiling like nothing was wrong, while I scrambled for my clothes. I felt like I had been caught in her parent's house before we were married. It was surreal in many ways to me. By the time I had found my shorts, Samantha had a nice long look at my raging hardness. I hadn't gone soft yet, and as a matter of fact, I had been getting harder thinking about what was next for Becky and I.

"So Samantha, what do you think of John? Did I lie? Isn't he huge?"

"It's um...nice. Very nice. Too bad he's taken. If he weren't I'd be making some moves on him, that's for sure."

"Uh...I'm not available though."

"We know John. I told Sam about your cock the other day...it came up in conversation, don't look so shocked. Women talk about things like that all the time."

"Yeah, well, not my...um..."

"Cock John...your cock."

"Becky, you're not helping me here."

I was embarrassed. Samantha had a nice long look at me before I found some clothes, and by the time I had covered up she was gone. Grabbing her wallet her last words to us were;

"You two don't do nothing I wouldn't do, okay?"

Later, as we made love soft and gently in our room I asked Becky about Samantha's timing lately. The response I got made me get suspicious all over again. She froze up, not moving, then I felt her relax. Just as if I had caught her, then she decided I hadn't. I wouldn't have been able to tell except that I was hard and deep inside her, and when she froze up, her pussy tightened up around my shaft enough that I knew there was something up.

The next day I started asking questions. 

"Becky, are you sure you aren't trying to pawn me off on Samantha? I mean, you've both been setting me up lately. Enough that I think you are."

"NO. I told you I wouldn't do that John, and I haven't. You are getting paranoid in your old age."

"I'm not all that old Becky."

"Yeah, but you are getting more paranoid."

"Well, you've given me reasons to be that way you know."

"Oh yeah? Well, so have you. What about you and doing the will all over again last week? We just did it a month ago, and I saw you in your office the other night, working on it yet again. Are you still planning something that you told me you weren't?

Damn...she turned it all around on me so smoothly and fast I had to think quickly to cover my surprise. She almost had me caught.

"NO. I haven't. I was just making sure that everything is in order. That's all."

"Yeah...like that paperwork changed magically all by itself since last month. John, I know you and I know you've been hiding something from me. I can tell you're still planning to do something stupid. After you promised me you wouldn't too."

She began to cry and I felt about as bad as I had for a long time. How could I make her understand without her my life wasn't worth living? How could I make her see that I'd be useless without her in my life? I would be. Totally useless. I'd have no reason at all to go on. I would have day after day of numbness and loneliness. 

"Becky, I can't go on without you. You have been my life for so long I can't possibly go on without you. Can't you see that? You're leaving me and I'll be alone for the rest of my life. I can't take that thought. I just can't."

"Oh John."

Her voice was soft and low. I could see that I had hurt her again. Once again I had cut her soul. I felt bad about it all, but at the same time I couldn't bring myself to admit that I needed to apologize to her. 

"John, I love you and always have. You have to get over me...and you need to start now. I won't be there for you anymore, that's true. That doesn't mean that someone else can't fill my shoes. Maybe even better than I have."

"Don't say that. Don't ever say that again. You've been the only one for me forever Rebecca. You have been my life. I've lived for you...and without you...I'll die. That is how it is."

Becky had gotten up and was approaching me. I never saw it coming until it was too late. I was expecting a hug. Instead she began to hit me, hard, very hard. I heard her screaming, yelling, and her fists hitting me about my head, shoulders and stomach. 

"GOD DAMN YOU JOHN. DAMN YOU. YOU bastard...you ass. I can't believe that you're thinking of killing yourself just because I won't be around. Damn you. GOD DAMN YOU. You have everything to live for and a healthy body to do it in. You have some nerve trying to take away from my children's lives now. How dare you. HOW DARE YOU. YOU...YOU..."

She broke down crying. Samantha had run into the room, only hearing yelling, and I could see shock registering on her face. I had a bloody nose and red marks on my cheeks where Becky had connected quite well with her fists. I had just stood there taking the hits, not sure why either. Becky had collapsed into my arms by the time Samantha got there, and I'm not sure what she thought had happened between us, though it was obvious something had.

"Is everything all right guys?"

"NO...everything is not all right. This asshole is still planning on offing himself after I die. He may not make it that far though...I'm about ready to do him in right now."

"What?"

"It's nothing Samantha. Becky is just upset."

"UPSET? YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I'M UPSET. You look Samantha and me in the eyes and tell us that you haven't been planning to kill yourself. LOOK US IN THE EYES and say that you're fine with all of this and that you're planning on working and living for a long, long time. GO AHEAD JOHN. DO IT."

She had me there. I couldn't look anyone in the eye and say that without showing that it would be a lie. I looked at the wall and then down at the floor. I was a mess. I turned and walked out, heading to the bathroom to clean up; leaving Becky crumpled on the couch where she had collapsed, crying her heart out.




The Contract Ch. 04



This is my forth installment on my first submission. This chapter is from the point of view of Paul Beckson's lawyer, Carol Bernstein. I hope you enjoy.

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I walked out to my car and got in. It was late, and I wanted to go home. It had been a long, but profitable day. The cell phone rang again. I really didn't want to talk, but I picked it up and answered it, anyway.

"Hello, this is Paul Beckson's cell phone. How may I help you?"

"Who the hell are you, slut?"

"Why hello, Tonya. This is Carol Bernstein, Paul's blood sucking lawyer. And I wish I could say that I am recording this, but I am not. Oh, well, so much for filing charges against you."

"What are you doing with Paul's phone, and where's Paul?"

"My my, so many questions. I have Paul's phone because I am doing my job, and protecting Paul. Paul is in a hotel room right now, and I am hoping he is not tearing it apart, and dwindling down that little nest egg that you two built together. Do I get to ask you some questions?"

You can if you tell me if Paul is OK? How is his knife wound?"

I was starting to get irritated at this one sided conversation. I was giving information, and getting nothing in return. I was ready to call it a day, but I decided try once more time to see if I could get something useful out of this phone call. I tried again, but I was about to lose my patience with this woman. 

"Tonya, there is no knife wound. The jerk, Lenny Goodwin, missed on his first swing, and Paul took the guy down with his return blow. Thank you, for your concern about my client."

"You're welcome."

OK. She was at least polite to me. Now, to dangle a carrot in front of her. "I have the parking lot video of "the incident" on my laptop, and I could show it to you, if you would like."

"Yes, I would."

"It would help me to know what you wanted to do that this point. Do you want to try and patch up your marriage, or, do you want to separate from Paul, and move on with your life. I could show you the video, if you would be willing to answer a few questions."

"Not unless you bring Paul with you."

"OK Tonya, it been nice talking to you." I hung up. I knew Paul was in no condition to start dealing with Tonya face to face, and I really just wanted to go home to my husband, and fuck his brains out. Paul had called me earlier this evening and ruined a romantic dinner that I was giving George in celebration of the settlement that I had received earlier today. I had just dipped my toes into the chocolate and George was licking it off when the phone rang. I almost didn't answer it, until I saw that it was the benefactor of my settlement. 

I dressed so quickly that I almost forgot to remove the strawberries from my vagina!

I looked over that the folder that I had taken from Paul. I knew Tonya's Lawyer, and I couldn't believe that Joyce had actually opened up the negotiations with such a lopsided settlement. I knew she was a man hating bitch but this was insane. The house was undervalued to the point that the equity was zero, Tonya's stock was excluded, and Paul's piece of floodplain was included and way overvalued. Tonya was to get 65% of the assets and Paul was going to pay one sixth of his take home pay in alimony. It all looked rather simple on paper, and I knew that the party with the lower income is sometimes given more money to "cushion" the adjustment to single life, but this was ridiculous!

When I drew up my counter offer, I did it knowing that Paul was fired, so to speak, and now HE was the party with the lower income. I then flipped the settlement back on them. I used their estimate of the house, but I gave it to Paul. I excluded Paul's farm, and included Tonya's stock, and I asked for 65% of the assets for Paul. Paul had asked me to go for alimony, so I asked for half of Tonya's take home pay; after all, Paul was unemployed, and Tonya was now the sole provider! I knew it would never fly, but I wanted Joyce to see how lopsided her claim was. 

Paul originally was wanting do to an even split, but he had also outlined a scorch and burn option. After Tonya had Paul served in front of her lover at the football game, I was starting to understand why he had put forth such an option. Paul had been scarred emotionally by Tonya's callousness, and I wanted to see Paul heal quickly from this. I was going to try and avoid the scorch and burn option at all costs. I wanted Tonya and Paul to separate on good terms, because I knew that Paul would heal faster and move on with his life, if he did. 

Paul's cell phone rang again. Damn! I still wanted to go home to George!

"Hello, Paul Beckson's cell phone. How may I help you?"

"Carol, you have a lot of nerve to do this to Tonya!"

"Why, Hello Joyce! It's good to hear from you!"

"How can you expect anyone to sign this piece of crap!"

"Well Joyce, I just reversed what you did, and gave it back to you. SO, how DID you expect my client to sign such a piece of crap!"

"And this severance package! How could you let Paul sign his right to sue for wrongful termination away! From what Tonya is telling me, Paul was a hero, not a villain. I can't believe how incompetent you were."

"Slander will get you nowhere Joyce. Would you like to sit down and talk?"

"I want you to let Tonya talk to Paul, and let him see reason to this situation."

"Not going to happen, Joyce. Would you like to see the parking lot video? It could be just the two of us, if you'd like. And I have some other documents that you might like to see, but only if you share some information with me."

There was a pause, and some talking in the background. I now knew that Joyce and Tonya were together. I would have to share the clinic's reports, if I showed the fight scene in the parking lot, but nothing more. The other evidence that I had would not be throwing them a bone right now, it would be more like opening a coat and showing the pair of 44 magnums that I was packing. Joyce may not have known it at this point, but this was my first day on this divorce, and I was already loaded to bear.

I had four sets of videos, and I had not looked at all of them. The parking lot views of the fight, a series of clips that Mary Brooks had made, Paul's video form Thursday night, and the Football game video. I had looked at Mary's video this afternoon, and I must say that when Ben dumped Mary, she turned into a bit of a stalker! I did download two bits that were very relevant. Mary had followed Ben to the Beckson home the night of the banquet. On that night, I had Mary's video record of Ben going over along with Paul's audio recording of Ben and Tonya making love. Mary had caught another tryst between Tonya and Ben on a school trip to Orlando last spring. Ben should have made sure that the curtain on his hotel room was completely closed!

I started to hum the Jeopardy song. The only information I had gotten so far was that Joyce had come over and had seen the counter-proposal. I wanted to know about the home. Since Paul didn't want the home, I needed to know if Tonya wanted it, or it was going to be sold. Joyce finally answered me. 

"Carol, if you could come over to the Beckson home, Tonya and I would both like to see the video." 

"OK Joyce, I'll be there in ten minutes, could you have some coffee ready?"

DAMN! It's just work, work, WORK! I guess it was a good idea to untie George after all! He probably has taken off that slave thong by now, and gone to bed. And I was only six blocks from home! I turned on the next street and headed to the Beckson home.

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After I parked, I pulled out my briefcase and laptop and headed to the front door of the Paul and Tonya Beckson's home. Joyce opened the door and we traded pleasantries."

"Vampire!" 

"Dyke!"

I was starting to like being called a vampire. I had a client who was a dental technician who actually offered to make me a dental appliance to put over my front teeth for Halloween two years ago. I wondered if George would like THAT game. Hmmm.

"Hello Tonya. I am willing to tell you about your husband's severance package and show you the parking lot video right now, but I would like to get some answers from you first. I don't think either party is ready to sign an equitable settlement right now, but I need some direction on how to proceed. Where would you like to talk?"

Tonya gestured over to the living room, which already had an extension cord set up to plug the laptop into. I took a chair and let Tonya and Joyce sit on the sofa together. Once everything was plugged in and ready. I started up on my questions.

"Do you want to see if you two can work out your differences and stay married?"

Joyce countered, "No questions until we see the video."

"Joyce, I have already been asked five questions from your client, and I have answered each of them. I will give you two documents, and a video, but you need to pay front."

Joyce grimaced, "OK, three questions for two documents, and the video."

I asked the question again, "Tonya, do you want to see if you two can work out your differences and stay married?"

Tonya shook her head, "No, but I want to explain myself to him."

"OK. Tonya, when Paul calms down, I will arrange a meeting. I hope you are happy with Ben, or whoever you end up sharing you life with."

Tonya turned to Joyce, "You said she was ruthless, She's nice!" 

Joyce retorted back, "When she gets her way, she is. She was trying to see if you would admit to an affair with Ben just now, by making a statement and not using up a question."

"Oh".

I smiled back a Joyce, and turned to Tonya, "This is a very good neighborhood. Do you want to keep the house?"

Joyce touched Tonya's arm with her hand. "If the settlement is equitable, then Tonya can afford to stay in this house."

I smiled, "You didn't answer my second question. Let me rephrase the question. Would you be willing to decide the house on a coin flip?"

Once again Joyce touched Tonya's arm. "This is a way to get both parties to agree on the value of an item in a divorce. The item is given a value and a coin is flipped. Either the person gets the item, or the value of the item added to the funds they receive in the settlement. This is done to keep two parties from bickering about the value of an item, and using it as a bargaining chip in the divorce."

Tonya nodded. "OK, but I want the house."

Joyce cringed. Tonya had given me information that I wasn't supposed to have. I thought I already knew that, but I could use that information to push the agreed value of the house a bit higher, and then pass on the coin flip. Paul could then get more money this way. I knew that Paul did not want the house, because Ben and Tonya had made love in their bed. This was starting to make the actual settlement go a bit faster. 

"And for my final question, I want you to consider how far apart our settlements are. I would like a measure of how cooperative you two will be. Would you be interested in settling before Paul's leaves for classes in the northwest?"

Joyce answered again, "We will be willing to sign any REASONABLE offer, before Paul leaves." 

"I'll take that as a YES."

I smiled and reached into my briefcase. "Thank you for your cooperation. Now I have a copy of two documents to give you, and then we can look at the video clip together. Thursday afternoon, about three hours before the event in the parking lot, Paul received this notice from a family planning clinic. Paul has Chlamydia, and he suspects that Ben Everson gave it to Tonya, and Tonya gave it to him. I am not accusing you at this point, I am just telling you about what Paul thinks. I would like to keep this divorce discreet if possible, so I have not followed up on any leads to confirm his suspicions. Tonya, I would like you to be tested, and if you are positive, I would expect you to inform Ben Everson that he needs to be tested, if you have had relations with him."

Joyce took the copy of the document and winced. Even though infidelity no longer had any weight in deciding a financial settlement, giving your life partner a STD did.

I then pulled out a second document. "This is the sperm test done at the same time. Paul had not been rendered infertile by being infected by Chlamydia, and is presently in the process of being cured."

Joyce relaxed, and Tanya winced. "You mean I may be infertile?"

"Yes, Tonya. And I am sorry to have to inform you of this, but this STD can cause infertility in a woman by scarring up their uterus."

Joyce had relaxed because the financial settlement was usually increased if the STD was incurable, or had caused some permanent damage. Tonya was now despondent.

I tried to consol Tonya. "Tonya, we don't know for sure. You can be tested tomorrow, or should I say, later this morning."

Joyce fought back, "This proves nothing, many people do not show any symptoms of Chlamydia, and so never get tested. Paul could have given it to Tonya."

Tonya glanced at Joyce, and then at me. I nodded, "Joyce is right, this just shows that Paul has Chlamydia, and does not tell me how he got it. I do not want to argue who gave what to whom with you. I am only trying to tell you that Paul found out just three hours before the event that you are going to see, that he knew that he had been infected, and that you might be infertile. I am trying to give you knowledge about his mindset at the time. 

"Paul told his supervisor, Richard Davidson, that day that Tonya had been unfaithful to him. Richard gave Paul the afternoon off, but Paul returned to work after going to the clinic. My guess is that Richard Davidson may have been informed that Paul had a STD at that time. I do not know, and I didn't want to give Morton Packaging any additional information, so I didn't ask."

I looked over at Tonya. "Tonya, I am not accusing you of anything, I am just trying to tell you what the company knew about Paul's state of mind when he entering the parking lot. Richard Davidson also knew that Paul was a Black Belt in Kendo. I want you to understand that Morton Packaging believes that Paul was goading three men to attack him. That is why he was fired, even though he looked like a hero. The person who starts a fight may not be the person that threw the first punch."

I queued up the video and turned the screen towards the two women. "You will see three men harassing a woman as she walks to her ride home. You will see Paul ignore the woman and not ask her if she needs help, but block the path of the three men, which made company think that Paul was not actually interested in helping the woman at all. You will then see Paul, who has eighteen years of martial arts experience, and a black belt in Kendo, give ground to the three men, which the company believes is feinting weakness. You will then see the fight, and see Paul taunting the other two to attack him. You will then see the lady thank him, and after a moment Paul will walk away."

I played the video, each time Paul talked to the men, he backed up. I had finished the clip where I had stopped it for Paul.

"Paul only was attacked by one person; the company is using this image to show that Paul was not pleased with what had happened. Morton Packaging believes that Paul wanted all three to attack him, and even though Paul didn't throw the first punch, they believe that he caused the fight to happen".

I turned to Joyce. "Do you understand the justification that Morton Packaging would be using against me in the wrongful termination suit?"

Joyce nodded, "You may not win."

"I also want to mention that by bringing a case of wrongful termination suit, the fact that Paul thought that Tonya was being unfaithful would be made public. If it is proved that Tonya Beckson and Ben Everson were having an affair, then their jobs may be in danger because of the "Morals" clauses in their teaching contracts.

Joyce and Tonya both winced, they had not thought about this side effect. 

"I got what I could for Paul, without endangering the jobs of Tonya and Ben. Paul has received three months severance pay, along with his accrued vacation pay. He will now have to put on every application that he was fired for fighting. He is going to try and start a company, and he will have to do so with whatever he can get from the divorce and his severance. He may be able to do some odd jobs, but his career as a company employee may be over." 

"Paul told me to seek alimony from you, Tonya, for having him served in front of your perceived lover. I had done so, but I am not expecting you to sign that settlement. I am just following instructions. Two people have already lost their jobs because of this situation, Paul Beckson and Len Goodwin. I do not want to have two more people lose their jobs. I have heard that there is a petition circulating at Morton Packaging to re-instate Paul. It is possible that Paul may get his job back, I don't know. But I do know that Paul is at a crossroads in life, and he is hurting. I want you to give Paul a few days to recover, before proceeding on. Please do not try to contact him at all, and work with me on this. Paul has already talked about a "Scorch and Burn" option, and I do not want to go there." 

"I have put Paul in a hotel because everything around him was not his to break. I did not think he would hit Tonya directly, but he is now hitting Tonya by proxy. I was afraid that if he saw anything that reminded him of Tonya, that he would break it to try and vent his frustrations at the current situation. He vented in the parking lot, and lost his job, he vented at school, by trying to beat up your office. The one good thing is that he has demonstrated that he is not a danger to you. He will heal, and then you can talk to him. Please do not put out a restraining order on him, because that will push him further. 

The mood was very solemn as I turned the laptop around and shut it down. I was also a little bit on edge about the whole situation myself. I had made my point, and I would have a couple of days to get my client into a better state of mind to face Tonya. 

I left the Beckson home, and told Joyce to call me. I didn't actually lie to them, but I didn't tell them the whole truth. The severance package for Paul was layered in several documents, and I had only given Joyce and Tonya the default document that went into effect if Paul never passed his requirements to be re-hired. The people at Morton understood what Paul wanted to cut out any alimony from the divorce, and had complied. 

I still had a wild card roaming about in Mary Brooks. She had been my client in her divorce, but she could ruin everything. I knew that she was helping Paul, but to what end? I didn't know if she was trying cause the divorce so that she could go after Paul, or, if she was trying to break up Ben and Tonya, to go after Ben. After looking at the video clips, I thought that she was stalking Ben Everson, but Mary told me that she had found a new partner. I was hoping that she was on Paul's side, and I could count on her.

I didn't think that Beckson Glassworks would actually provide enough income for Paul to live on, but it might supplement his income to the point where he could recover from the divorce quickly. I simply saw him as one of the artists that might have a booth in a craft fair three of four times a year, and possibly having some stuff on consignment in a store somewhere. 

As for the line of what the company had thought about, THAT was actually my opinion of what had happened. I didn't think Paul was a bully, but I thought that he had snapped. What I saw on the video frightened me. I was worried about Paul. I trained myself to look for visual cues from body language, and Paul had one of the best poker faces in the world. It seemed that his movements were thought out and controlled better than anyone I had ever seen. I didn't blame Tonya for wanting to divorce Paul, and I felt sorry for her. Considering the evidence I had, Paul could end her career as a teacher in a heartbeat. 




The Contract Ch. 04



I knew that I was holding the aces in this game of divorce, and it had an intoxicating effect on me. Having this much power in a case can go to your head. I started to drive home again, but I decided to stop by the adult store. I bought a vibrating butt plug with a remote control, and some edible panties, and went into the bathroom at the adult store, and put them on. I arrived home, sopping wet in anticipation, and went into the bedroom. George was sleeping face up without the covers, and still wearing the slave thong. I silently removed my dress to reveal my mistress costume, and crawled on top of him, wearing my edible panties, a black corset, black stockings, and a pair of 4 inch pumps. I positioned my ass so that George's slave thong went into my crack, and pressed the remote control to turn the butt plug on. Slowly I started to rub my vibrating ass up and down the loincloth. 

When I saw George's eyes open, I reached down, grabbed his wrists, and pinned them on either side of his head. "Slave, are you still hungry?"

"Yes Mistress."

This had the makings of a good morning.

***** *****

"Please George, I'll do any thing you want. Just give me the phone."

George smiled and dangled the phone in front of me. "Say pretty please."

I rolled my eyes. "Pretty please, George." I would have fluttered my eyelashes at him, but all I could see was the carpet three feet below me. My head and hands were locked in a set of blocks. My legs were spread apart and shackled.

George placed the blackberry in my hand and then went over to the dresser. 

I fumbled around and managed to press the speed dial for the throw away phone. 

I leaned over as far as I could and push my hand towards my face, as far as the bindings would let me. I could feel George behind me, pushing a wet finger into my ass. 

"Hello?"

"Yes, Paul. This is Carol. George! Not so fast! Slow down! I'm sorry, Paul. I know that I told you that I would meet with you this morning, but I am a little tied up at the moment. I want you to go to the Dojo this morning and sign up for classes. I took care of the membership stuff yesterday, and they are expecting you this morning."

George removed his finger, and then I felt two wet fingers up my ass. He went slower this time. 

"Yes George, that's a lot better. Now Paul, you are not to go home today, but you can go to that little farm of yours, and poke around. I want you to have no contact with Tonya, and I want you back at the hotel at five o'clock, and we will be having dinner with Mary Brooks tonight. She wants to help you with your divorce, and is willing to testify if this thing goes to trial."

"What about my glass. I want to see the glass I fused."

"Paul, we will be going to your house on Monday, to empty the garage. I do not want you to have contact with Tonya, so we will go over when Tonya goes to her job at the high school. You will have to wait until then. Now what do I want you to do?"

"Sign up for classes. Stay away from Tonya. Dinner with you and Mary at five." 

George had removed his fingers from my ass, and had come around to the front. He was fitting a strap on harness on himself, and was going to double bore me. I licked my lips.

"Very good, Paul, I need to give my full attention to George now. I will meet with you and Mary at five. Bye bye!"

I turned off the phone, and dropped it on the floor. I opened my mouth, and started to get my husband hard again. This was turning out to be a magnificent morning!

***** *****

It was just after noon, and we both lying in bed. George was exhausted, but I continued to fondle him. "Is Mr. Happy ready for another round?"

"Carol, I think Mr. Happy is down for the count. What else is on your planner for today?"

I went and grabbed my blackberry off the floor, and then sat back on the bed, resting my back against the headboard. I punched a few buttons and got to my planner. 

"Nothing much this afternoon. I have three appraisers going over to the Beckson home, but I don't need to do anything about that. I have a dinner at five, and the rock concert with you at eight."

"Who are we seeing again?"

I elbowed George. He knew, and I knew he knew. "Azure Heart."

"Oh, yes, THAT band." 

"Yes, THAT band."

George smiled, "Are you sill upset about being thrown in jail for public lewdness?"

"Nah, if I hadn't ended up in jail, I would have never met a certain bail bondsmen who was milling around the courthouse." I rolled over and fondled Mr. Happy again. There was no reaction at all. "Who was attached to this!"

I gave Mr. Happy a kiss. "I still wouldn't mind knowing where my top went to."

"If you throw you top in the air, its fair game for a souvenir. You allowed some guy to have a story that night to tell his friends about how he got "Lucky" that night."

"Yeah, right. He may have got the top, but not the girl."

George was right! Mr. Happy was down for the count. I stopped fondling, and started snuggling, and wrapped my arms and legs around George. I nibbled and then licked his ear. I then whispered him, "So, are you looking forward to the concert tonight?"

"Yeah. If it hadn't been for that concert two years ago, we'd have never gotten married."

I snuggled again, and then sat up. "George, you're brilliant!" I reached for my blackberry. 

George gave me THAT look, and sighed. I had switched from "lover mode" to "lawyer mode". He still wanted some cuddle time.

"Hello Joyce, I think I have an idea about the Beckson divorce, and I would like to run it by you and Tonya. We could meet at the Beckson home, and get the appraisers assessment of the home too."

George was running his hands up and down my legs, and prying my legs apart.

Joyce was cautious, "Carol, I though you wanted a cooling off period?"

"It just an idea, but I have some additional information that I will share with you. You may even want to get Ben Everson over, because this also involves him."

I was getting excited in more ways than one. Ben had plunged his head between my legs, and was trying his hardest to get me back into "lover mode", but this was a great idea.

"Carol, it this some grand stunt of yours, to get Tonya to admit she is having an affair?"

"No it isn't. I think I have figured a way to give Tonya and Ben some job security."

"OK, I will meet with you first, and if I like the idea, then we will present it to Tonya."

"Beckson home in one hour?"

"Sure."

"OK Joyce, I see ya then." I hung up the phone and started to roll out of bed. George held me tight. 

"George, I need to go!"

George continued his administrations.

"George, I though you said that Mr. Happy was down for the count?"

George looked up, "but the little man in the boat isn't." He grinned and resumed his efforts.

"George, I need to get dressed, and I also need to make out a......oohhh that feel good!"

I fought the feeling, I needed time to prepare! "George, you need to stop....right...now!"

I was losing the battle, "No George, not there! Please! A little more to the left! Oohhh yes, yes YES!"

I stepped off of the edge of the earth where I was in control, and allowed myself to dive into the deep water of rapture. I would fall and crest with the waves of pleasure that George was sending though my body. I surrendered myself to him, because I needed to show him that he was more important to me than my work would ever be. I trusted him to take me into a tidal wave of ecstasy and bring me back onto the shore of sanity once again. George was everything to me, and my heart and soul belonged to him.

Joyce and Tonya would just have to wait.

***** *****

I arrived only ten minutes late, and all the way over, I couldn't keep the smile off my face. I had barley got back in "Lawyer mode" when I arrived.

Joyce once again met me at the door. "This had better be good!"

We went into the kitchen and sat at the breakfast nook. 

"Joyce, did she go to the clinic?"

"Yes, she has."

"How is she taking it?"

"Not well. She has some damage to her uterus, by it may heal up after treatment."

"I hope it does, Joyce. I know I am representing Paul in this divorce, but as a woman, can you offer her my sympathy, and tell her I am sorry for what she is going through?"

I heard a sniffle, and I stood up, turned, and held out my arms. Tonya and I hugged for a while, and I let her cry out and sob for a while. 

We sent Tonya away to have a little sidebar, so to speak. I started explaining that there was another woman involved in this mess, and that I didn't know her motivations. I explained that Mary Brooks was an ex-girlfriend of Ben, and showed Joyce the entire set of clips that Mary had amassed, and mentioned that it was Mary that had witnessed the showdown that Paul and Tonya had in the Band hall. We both agreed that even Tonya might not want all of the clips that Mary had made.

I was laying my guns and ammunition of the table for Joyce. Mary was acting like a stalker, and had recorded Ben having relations with several single mothers who had children in the high school band, and also with a married Tonya. I told Joyce that I would need to interview each of the women, and try to see if any others had also been infected with Chlamydia. She now knew one of the reasons that I needed time to prepare my case. I never mentioned that I actually had some documentation already from Mary. Mary had contracted Chlamydia from Ben, and I had her test results.

Joyce was getting enraged by the evidence that I had to prove that Ben had indeed infected Tonya. And then I showed the tryst in Orlando. The two were having an affair while on a school function; it was a clear violation of a "Morals" clause. I had the power to get Tonya fired.

Joyce was despondent, and then I uttered one word "Annulment".

Joyce looked quizzical.

"With an annulment, there was no infidelity that was taking place in a hotel room in Orlando, it was a boyfriend and girlfriend hooking up. It was a stretch, but it might give a loophole in the "Morals" clause to both Tonya and Ben." 

I then laid out my conditions.

Paul's little farm property was inherited; it was off limits to Tonya. Tonya's stock was also inherited; it was off limits to Paul. No alimony for either party; no marriage = no alimony. Division of the nest egg would be based on financial contributions. 

The final requirement was the one that Joyce was displeased with, but I argued that we need to think that Paul and Tonya were just roommates, and not lovers. How would the division been if it were two heterosexual males living together until the two decide to go their separate ways?

What really got her was that on the last year's 1040 statement, Paul had earned 63% and Tonya had only earned 37%. I was suggesting a 63-37 split. She started going off on me. 

"OK Joyce, then we go to the Judge, and I prove infidelity and that Tonya gave Paul a STD, and you know that I am gathering in ammunition to do that. Paul's little farm was given to him BEFORE they got married, and Tonya received the stock DURING their marriage. The farm is nonmarital property, and the stock is marital property, and that is a fact. With the infidelity causing Paul to get an STD, I think that the judge will side with keeping the farm out as an unwritten prenuptial, and include the stock. Run the numbers, and see what the results are, if I just get an even 50-50 split, and that is the furthest I will go without going public, and endangering Tonya's career. I want to remind you that Paul has already lost his, and has little to lose."

Joyce did the numbers, and Tonya did indeed fair worst. Joyce needed some sort of win out of this mess. Joyce blurted out, "Tonya gets the house, and it is valued as a sold home."

"You want me to reduce the home value by 6% for realtor's commissions?"

"8% Carol, the home would have to be put up for quick sale. Come on, Carol, throw me a bone! Tonya may not be able to afford to stay in the home."

"I'll meet you halfway, 3%." I looked into Joyce's pleading eyes. "OK, 4%."

"Deal!"

We started to figure out the totals for each party. The farm was of higher value than the stock, so Paul ended up walking away with 65% of the assets. I was pretty happy. 

We then ran the numbers for Tonya, if she sold the stock and used it and the rest of the money she would receive, she could pay off half of the loan, and refinance, then she would be able to reduce the monthly interest portion of the mortgage to one third of its current amount. It would be difficult, but she could keep the home.

Then came the hard part, Joyce had to tell the bad news to Tonya. The original settlement that Joyce had shown Tonya was double the assets, and Tonya was going to receive alimony, at least until she married Ben. I was asked to leave the house. 

It was a cool October afternoon, but it felt great listening to the radio, it was far better then the sound coming from inside the house. Joyce came out and asked for the "Brooks Video", and I gave her the Orlando clip only. It was quite in the home for a while. Joyce came out again.

"Has Paul seen this video?" Tonya was in the doorway, watching us talk.

"Not yet, but he knows about it. He HAS heard this." I held out Paul's recorder and pressed play. Joyce could hear quite clearly, "Hello, Ben. Yeah, it's Tonya. Paul is leaving right now. We'll have at least three hours before he comes back. Get over here and fuck me silly."

"Joyce, that was two night's ago. Want a copy?" 

"What else is on that thing?" Joyce could see that I had even more evidence, but I wasn't going to share. 

I held up a CD with the audio of the entire love making session while Paul was at the banquet, and nothing more. She went back inside. I heard Tonya scream.

I waited a while. I then got out of my car, and walked back up to the house. Tonya was sobbing. The CD was still playing, and I could hear Tonya and Ben moaning. 

"I'm sorry Tonya, Paul has heard the entire thing." 

"And he's going to see the video too? And he's going to show my parents this, and everyone else. Oh God, I am such a bitch!"

"We want to keep this discreet, so I am advising Paul not to use the scorch and burn option. We can try to keep Paul from seeing the video. I would rather not have him see it. I will not show it to him, but I can't vouch for Mary Brooks, she is the one who shot it."

Tonya continued to cry. "I'm not the bad one here, Paul shut down on me! He never accepted me as a drill team instructor! I have waited for five years, FIVE YEARS, for him to accept me, but he keeps thinking of me as that modern dancer I was five years ago. He loved her, and not the woman that I became. He idealized that part of me, and I could never ever attempt to compete against what he manufactured in his mind. He loved a fantasy, and pushed the real me out of his life! I waited for five years, FIVE FUCKING YEARS! And now, I'm the bad one because I was cut off, and starving for love. This isn't fair! This is just not fair!"

Joyce went over and held Tonya. Joyce looked up at me, "I'll get her through this. You go talk to Paul, and see if he will agree."

I nodded to Joyce, and quietly opened the door, and left. 

I had seen Paul's cold demeanor that he had built around his soul. I could see what Tonya had faced the last five years. Paul must not have adjusted well when Tonya stopped dancing. I wondered if someone like Michael Phelps would have this trouble with a wife. Michael had won 8 metals in the 2004 Olympics, and 8 metals in the 2008 Olympics, would a wife of his expect him to win 8 metals in each of the 2012, 2016, and 2020 Olympics too? People change with age, and your soul mate must change with you. But if Paul had really shut down on Tonya, she should have detached herself from Paul and healed herself, before attempting to find a new love. So I felt that both parties had played a part in the endgame of this marriage. Tonya stepped over the line, and was paying for it.

The best I could do was to get this marriage over quickly, and start the healing process.

I didn't have much time before my next meeting. I drove to the hotel that I had put Paul up in, and when into the lobby. I sat down and pulled out a book, and started reading.

***** *****

Mary was the first to come. She arrived with the woman that was in the parking lot video. We made small talk, and I asked Mary what her impression of Paul was.

"Well, my first impression was that he was like the professor that was very smart, but very dull. You know. The one who puts half the class to sleep with his lectures. He is very stoic, but he is an amazing negotiator! He listens well and picks up on subtle nuances and body language, but he doesn't give much away. I also think Tonya is a fool to screw around on him, and Morton is insane for firing him."

"So, he would be a great poker player." 

Mary nodded, "Yes, I believe he would. That might be why he is so good at his job."

The other lady's eyes were red and puffy, and I assumed that this was from crying. "I know I wasn't invited, but can I come and tell Paul how sorry I am that he was fired? Please, I'll pay for the meal, it's the least I can do!"

"Miss, I am willing have you eat with us, but it is up to Paul."

We made more small talk, and Paul arrived. We agreed on a restaurant, and we went in two cars. Paul was in my car. I wanted to get him alone before we ate. I talked to him before we started to go over to the restaurant. 

"Paul, Tonya went home yesterday afternoon, and found out the most of your clothes were gone. She then tried to call you at work, and found out you had been fired. Then she went to the bank, and found out the 65% of the assets were removed. She though you were bolting, probably going to the northwest where those classes were."

"Yeah? That would have been a pretty good plan."

"Paul, she saw you at the game, and wanted to approach you, but she thought you would run off. She called her lawyer up, and had her serve you immediately, before you bolted. She had no thoughts about Ben witnessing you being served, she felt it was her only opportunity to have claim to the money you transferred. I need you to understand her reason, it was to keep you from running off with the money. It had nothing to do with Ben."

"So that's her story line?"

Paul wasn't buying it, so I continued with the separation idea.

"Yes Paul, that's her justification, and I believe her. I have talked to Tonya's lawyer, and we think that instead of a divorce, we may try to have the marriage annulled."

"What's the difference?"

"Well, the farm and the stock would be out of the settlement. There can be no alimony, and I can claim that the roommate with the higher income during the marriage would get more of the assets."

Paul grinned, "So I get more money?"

"You would get 63% of the estate, and Tonya gets 37%, but I had to let Tonya have the house with a little knocked off to offset the realtor's commission. If you include everything, you will be walking away with 65% of what you and Tonya have."

"Wow, I though I would only get half. Let's do it!"

I texted Joyce in my blackberry, "Paul OK with Annulment".

I started the car, and pulled out, and told Paul that the annulment would be over quickly.

Paul was humming to the music as we drove He turned to me and said, "And I don't have to give her any part of the bonus check, do I?"

I stopped the car, "WHAT bonus check?"

We had a little talk. I had to explain that this would be declared on next year's taxes, and that Tonya's lawyer would want to review the tax return, if this thing dragged out. I had already handed them the severance package, and it would be impossible to hide a bonus check for $100,000 from them. 

While I was talking to Paul, my blackberry chimed in. It was Joyce. She told me that she had convinced Tonya to take the deal, and she wanted to run the documents by me. I gave her the name of the restaurant we were going to.




The Contract Ch. 04



I was OK with proofing the documents. I started driving again. I wanted to see if Paul would be able to meet with Tonya. 

"Paul, Tonya wants to meet with you, and explain things to you."

Paul waived his hand, "Yeah, Yeah, let me guess. I am not supporting her in her career. I have withdrawn from her. Yada, yada, yada. Let me tell you what she doesn't say, I was the one would told her to get the teaching certificate. I was fully supportive of her having a career as a teacher, but only after she has her children. This was the deal, and I got her word before we were married on this. She would become a dancer, and dance as long as she could. Then she would become a mother, and stay at home until the youngest was in the first grade. Then, and only THEN, she would start her teaching career. She removed the middle part about how we were going to have a family."

My phone rang again. I ignored it, and listened to Paul.

"Tonya put her career before her family, and that's what I had a problem with. I was trained as a graphic artist, but am I doing that? No! I have put that aside to earn the most money I can for my family. She said five years ago that it would only be for one or two years, but that was five years ago. I my opinion, she turned her back on me, not the other way around." 

Paul was talking in a calm was about the situation, he didn't seem flustered at all. The two had obviously had this discussion many times, and nothing had been resolved. Well, there it was, both of them were at an impasse. Paul had given in, and gave Tonya two years, but Tonya had not lived up to her part of the bargain. I did know one thing for sure; the Beckson marriage was dead, and at this point, neither party even wanted to attempt to revive it. They were just chanting their dogmas at each other.

I then got a text message from Joyce, "Judge Parker and Notary coming."

I started driving faster. I wanted to get to the restaurant first.

"Oh, Fuck. Paul, Joyce is bringing a Judge over and you might be signing the annulment twenty minutes from now. We need to not mention that bonus check, OK, and hope that we get through this. As least nobody else knows about this check yet."

"Well, Mary does, she's the one who authorized it."

"She is with us, so we are safe."

"What about the teller at the bank?"

I pulled the car over again. "WHAT TELLER AT WHAT BANK?"

All I could do was put my head in hands, a teller at Paul's bank had seen the check, and refused it because it was post-dated. Joyce would have a field day with this. Paul had not had any permanent damage from the STD, and was in the process of being cured. With a post dated check, we would now be looked upon as manipulating funds. Even if that didn't fly, we pushing for a quick settlement would look like I was hiding the check. The pendulum of this divorce was swinging the other way. I hate finding things out at the last moment.

I needed time to think this through. I pulled the car into traffic again. 

I started rolling it over in my mind. FUCK! How did Joyce know this? It was Saturday, and the banks were closed. She would have to talk to the teller. NO, WAIT, stop this Carol, you are over thinking this. What if she doesn't know about the check? Why would she be coming over so quickly? I had already shown her what I had, and it was pretty damming. 

I started to smile. That little Dyke! She's the one who has been manipulating funds!

"Paul, did you ever see any payment for the lawyer that Tonya hired in the finances?"

"No." 

"Paul, didn't you say that you felt you were saving less?

"Yes, it's little things, but it's been ongoing."

"How long?"

"Two years."

BINGO! "What furniture have you purchased in the last two years?"

Paul rambled on about what new things had been bought. I need to keep him busy while I thought. I may have tensed up at the thought of Joyce coaching Tonya. I tried to not let it show. I tried to relax. 

"Paul, Tonya's lawyer has a nickname. She is sometimes referred to as "The Dyke" because she is a man hating divorce lawyer. I want you to know that some of the actions that Tonya has taken have been because she has been listening to that raging bitch of a lawyer. Tonya has been acting on her advice, and some of it isn't very good. I'm going to protect you, and I will not tell you to sign, unless I think it's in your best interests. But please remember, let's not bring up the bonus check."

"What check?" 

"That's good Paul, just keep that up."

We got to the restaurant first, and Mary and Sherri were there. I told everyone that Paul might be a single man before the dinner was done. I told both of them to not mention the bonus check. 

Mary produced the check, "You mean this one? I was told to redo with the right date."

I grabbed it away and put it in my briefcase. Both Mary and Sherri agreed to assist Paul, and keep silent about the check. 

We were seated, and after our drink order arrived, in swept Joyce herself, with Tanya, a notary, and Judge Parker in tow. 

I was handed the documents and I started to scan over them. I pulled out my laptop and compared numbers, everything was in order. I started through the rest of the documents. I was looking for the paper. Yes, I needed to see if THE paper was there. 

I started to chant in my mind. Come on Joyce, Fuck me! Fuck me hard. I know you can do it. Bend me over and force it up my ass. Come on Joyce, you can do it. Please Joyce, make me beg to climax! Fuck me! Fuck me now!

I found the document, I passed it by. YES, YES! You stupid bitch, you just fucked your client out of part of $100,000 for some chump change! God, I wanted to tell someone, but I couldn't, I need to let the documents get processed.

"Everything seems to be in order. Thank You, Joyce, for preparing the documents."

I ordered two bottles of wine, and had extra glasses brought for everyone. 

Paul Signed, Tanya Signed, I signed, and Joyce signed. We got Mary and Sherri to sign as witnesses, and Judge Parker and the notary checked everything out. When he was satisfied, Judge Parked signed the annulment into law. "Paul Beckson and Tonya Silverton, may you have a happy life."

We clinked glasses and had a toast to Tonya and Paul being single again. The only thing left to do was for Paul would come over tomorrow and empty the garage. The Judge and the notary left. I hit my glass to get everyone's attention.

"We need to let everyone heal from this thing, and I would like to make a comment. This whole thing really started to unravel about two years ago, and Paul, I want you to know that the marriage probably died back then. I believe that Tonya purchased the bed in your house because she was ready for a new life. Your old bed, your marital bed is the one that is packed away in your garage. I want you to go away from this thinking that Tonya may not have know this actively, but she respected you enough to not have a man in the bed that you shared before your marriage died. You two came to an impasse, and neither would budge. Paul, you had withheld you support for Tonya, and she did something that hurt you, and I know she wishes she could take it back, but I am asking you to set that aside. She has taken many of your favorite things and placed them in the garage for you; a couch, the bed, a dining room set, and the recliner that you liked. In this way she is wishing you happiness. Cheers!"

Everyone held up their glasses and drank. I had done it! I had mentioned the time line (Two years) and the fact that the house had been refurbished just before the divorce. Joyce gave me a raised eyebrow, and I smiled back at her. She then gave me the evil eye. She figured out that I knew about the hidden account, and that I had used her.

Joyce wanted to Tonya for a separate victory dinner, so the two left, rather quickly.

We ordered and our salads came. I let out a deep breath and started to laugh.

Mary turned to me, "That was a very silly speech, Carol. OK what gives?"

"That bitch just screwed her client out of any part of the bonus check!"

I had to explain it to them. Joyce had put an exclusion clause that make both clients give up rights to other accounts that were not explicitly stated. Joyce had coached Tonya to build a divorce war chest and to refurbish the home right before the divorce. This would be in essence extra assets that Tonya would receive in the divorce. When Tonya would go out with her friends for lunch, Tonya would pay the tab with her credit card, and then get cash from everyone. She would do this every week, and take that money and put it in a hidden account in another bank. She might offer to but some shoes for a friend, and use her credit card, so that the husband wouldn't notice, and get paid back in cash over a few weeks. Paul would get the old furniture, but it was still good. She could not take too much, or it would set off alarms. So over the last twenty four months, Tonya could probably have put aside a few thousand dollars, this was minor compared to the bonus check. Joyce had royally fucked Tonya trying to screw Paul over that little extra bit. 

We had a great time. The food was superb. Sherri kept her word, and treated everyone to the dinner. The two ladies agreed to drive Paul back to the hotel, so I could home to get ready for the concert. 

***** *****

The concert was FANTASTIC! I loved sitting on Georges shoulders. And yes, I did take off my top and throw it into the crowd. 

After the concert was over, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my bikini top and put it on. George smiled, "You came prepared this time."

"Yeah, I knew I wanted to throw my top off again, just like two years ago."

"You know, Carol, it's not the summer, and you could catch a cold. Why don't you put this on?"

He handed me a halter top. Not just any halter top, the one that I had thrown in the air two years ago. I stared at it in amazement. 

"You know, I was also at a concert two years ago, and I saw this angel take off her top and throw it towards me. It was like a calling to me. I fought off two other guys for that halter top, and won. I was going to give it back to her at the end of the concert, but then I decided to keep it, and buy her an Azure Heart T-shirt instead. "

He held out the Azure Heart T-shirt. "But when I found her, it was too late; she had already hit a cop."

"Well, that was his fault for grabbing my knockers!"

"You were resisting arrest! You spun around and put his hands on your tits before yelling RAPE!"

"Oh my god! You saw that!"

"Sure did! I just had to go and rescue that angel from the courthouse. But you were too pissed off for me to give you either shirt without giving away that I was at the concert."

SO, you did get the top AND the girl.

Sure did, and I'm not letting go. Happy Second Anniversary Carol."

"But that's not until tomorrow."

"It is tomorrow, Angel. It is"

I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist. I couldn't shower him with enough kisses. This was going to be another magnificent morning!

***** *****

This is the end of part four. Thank You, for reading. This is turning into a seven part series. I hope to the next installment out to you real soon. 

P.S. The traditional second anniversary gift is cotton. 



The Contract Ch. 04



AS IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER THERE ARE NO SEX SCENES IN THIS CHAPTER, IF THAT'S YOU RBAG, PLEASE TRY ELSEWHERE.

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Life for Jim had settled down, he was settled in his flat and Jenny spent at least one day of every weekend with him. 

He was not dating anyone, he found he did not know how or where to go to meet women who were interested in short term relationships. He was at that age when he was too old for the trendy bars, they were always packed with young adults closer to Jenny's age than his. Anyway, he could not hear himself speak for the loud RAP music when on the odd occasion, he did drop into one. 

He was also too young for the for the twin-set and tweeds set that frequented the more up market lounges and he quickly found out that the women in the singles bars he had gone into, were either cock teasers or divorced and on the hunt for another husband. He missed Janice and thought of her every day. He realised he still loved her, even though their divorce was now final and he was a free agent again. So was she, he thought. He found the idea that she may have found someone else too depressing to contemplate and to stop himself dwelling on what he had thrown away, he concentrated on his work.

Jake Pearson had phoned him the week after the review meeting and was very apologetic. He confirmed that the test results they had commissioned had verified his findings and that he had authorised the immediate payment of all outstanding invoices. 

Jim asked him if he had any details on their internal investigation on how the substitution had been done and was not surprised that Jake deflected his question and said, "We have not completed our enquiries, but I can tell you, our warehouse manager has resigned. There may be others involved and I cannot name names or give you any further information at this time."

For Janice, life continued, she dated occasionally but had not been sufficiently attracted to any of her dates to warrant a second date and none of them made it into her bed. She was at work one day, almost nine months since she and Jim had parted and three months after the divorce was finalised when she took a call from Jake Pearson. She was surprised and somewhat to reluctant to speak with him given the circumstances, but he asked if he could meet her for dinner that evening as he had some business matters he wanted to discuss and also some personal reasons he would explain later. She agreed and arranged a date for the following evening at his hotel.

She took her time dressing for her date with Jake and Sally, who was standing watching her mother mull over which dress to choose. Finally, Jenny just picked up the little black dress and said, "This is the one."

Janice looked at her and said, "You don't think it's a little too revealing for a business meeting?"

Jenny was getting a little exasperated with her and told her, "Mum, this guy is more than just a business date to you, you have been debating over what to wear for an hour, so he means something to you even now. So if you want to find out if he is still attracted to you, wear the little black number!"

Then as an afterthought she asked: "He's not married is he?"

"No." Janice replied, "He is divorced and has two boys but he only sees them once or twice a year, their mother re-married and lives in Spain now."

Janice completed dressing, putting on the little black dress and arrived at the hotel a little early for her date, but Jake was waiting for her in Reception and taking her hand led her into a private dining room he had reserved. 

Janice said with a smile, "Are you trying to impress me or something? You did not need to go to this expense, the main dining room or even a Room Service meal would have been sufficient."

He said reddening slightly with embarrassment, "What I need to talk to you about needs some privacy and I thought suggesting a room service meal would make you think I had an ulterior motive, so this is a compromise that I hope you find acceptable."

"I sure that it will be OK, but you have me intrigued, whatever is it that you need to talk to me about, I would have thought Jim would have been your contact on business matters."

"It's nothing to do with the Contract with Jim's company, well not directly anyway. Let's sit down and enjoy our meal. I will explain as we eat."

He led her to the table and seated her at the table. He sat directly opposite her and had to move the little flower decoration that the waiter had placed between them, otherwise he would not be able to see her eyes. The ordered their meals and made small talk until the main course was served and the waiter had departed. 

Jake asked her, "Would your company be prepared to assist Pearson's recruiting a new Head of Procurement?"

Janice was thrown for a moment, "But isn't that Andy's job?" she blurted.

"It was but he no longer works for Pearson's, confidentially I can tell you that we believe that he was the one behind the attempt to drive your ex-husband's company to the wall. Fortunately, Jim had taken what turned out to be suitable precautions to verify the quality of their product. We could not prove Andy's role in the substitution of the parts in court, but there were other matters that led to his departure.

Janice questioned Jake about some of the details relating to the role they wanted of the new Procurement Manager and he promised to forward a detail specification in the morning. The business part of the evening being concluded, Janice said, "When you invited me to dinner, you said you also had some personal reasons for this meeting. Is this the right time or do you want to order coffee from room service?"

"If you are happy to have our coffee in my room, then I can tell you what's on my mind."

They went to his room and ordered the coffee and while they were waiting for it to appear, Jake said, "The real reason that Andy left, was that we found some transactions relating to his expenses submissions that to put it bluntly amounted to gross misconduct. Director's at Pearson's have a generous expenses system that leaves them a lot of discretionary spend that does not require receipts for verification. Andy had submitted two claims under entertainment amounting to over £1,000. Under questioning, he admitted they were for call girls. I can't prove it but I think he used them to set your husband up. We found copies of some photographs in his desk when we were clearing it out."

"That means that it was him that sent me those photographs? He deliberately set out to cause the break my marriage?"

"Yes, I believe he still wanted you and his twisted logic was that if Jim was out of the way, it would leave the field clear for him to move in."

"The bastard, you cannot know how close he came to succeeding, if he hadn't tried it on with Jenny......" her voice trailed off as she realised how close she had been to making the mistake of her life.

Janice stood up to leave and Jake reached out for her and she just stepped into his arms. Without making a conscious decision, they clutched at one another and started kissing. For the first time since her divorce, she found comfort in another man's arms. 

Jake pulled back and asked, "What about Jim, I know this doesn't exonerate him, but he was set up by professionals?"

"He still had the choice, not just once but twice. He deliberately cheated on me, he could have pulled back, but didn't. No we are finished, I know that for sure, I could never trust him again. Every time he went out of town, I would be wondering if he was with someone else. I can't live like that."

She reached up and pulled him into another long kiss. "Now take me to bed and fuck me."

Jake took her to bed and slowly undressed her. It had been a long time since she had felt so turned on. She wondered briefly about that, maybe it's because this is the longest period I have ever gone without sex in over twenty years. 

He slowly worked his way down her body, starting with her neck and ears, planting little kisses as he went. He spent longer on her nipples, slowly bringing them so erect that they hurt with the ache of longing. When he reached her labia, she was so wet that her thighs jerked uncontrollably searching for that release only an orgasm could bring. She tried to pull him up away from her pulsating centre, but he persisted and suddenly she went over the top. Her orgasm was so intense she blacked out for a few seconds and soon she was aware that he was now poised to penetrate her, her legs wrapped around the back of his thighs pulling him into her. She gasped as he pushed his way into her pussy and almost as if on set to automatic, her hips started thrusting at him, trying to increase the pace of his manhood as it went deeper and deeper into her very being. 

He was taking control of the pace now and started to thrust at her, increasing the pace until he felt himself ready to explode. Jake slowed for a second, trying to gauge if she was matching his arousal. She almost screamed at him, "Don't slow down, keep going, that's it, that's so good, don't stop." Then he felt her convulse against him and he could not hold back any longer and felt himself explode deep inside her.

Afterwards, as they lay there, she said, "That was making love not just fucking! I didn't know you could be so gentle."

"There's a lot about me you don't know. I was so in love with you from our first meeting, but you were with Andy and I was so jealous of him that I kept out of your life as much as possible. I knew you were so in love with him. I never knew that he was bringing other men into your life until the evening I was told about his gang bang plans. I had to tell you the truth that night and I was so proud of the way you handled that situation. I was prepared to step in if he got nasty, but in the end there was no need."

"Why didn't you get in touch after Andy and I split?" she demanded.

"You were so off men after your break up, no one could get near you. You cut me dead one night when I tried to approach you after class. I thought enough's enough and started dating someone else."

"That's in the past now and we cannot do anything about it, but what's next? Is there a chance for us to get to know each other again, or is this just a one night stand?" he asked.

Janice looked at him and took her time before replying, "I would like to see you again, but I not ready to commit to a long term relationship just yet. Let's just take it slowly and see what develops? OK?"

"Speaking of things developing, are you ready to play again already? " she asked with a smile as she felt his manhood stirring against her thigh.

"You have my undivided attention." He growled and proceeded to prove his desire again.

Over the next few month's, they managed to get together fairly frequently as Janice was working to fulfil the vacant management position at Pearson's but once that was completed they found that the travel to meet up at weekends became too much of an obstacle. They both found the travelling distance a hurdle and Janice still had a responsibilities keeping her at home most weekends. Jenny was still a teenager and despite her being older than her years and very self confident, Janice felt she needed to be there, just in case. 

There was no single issue that led to their final parting, just a gradual seepage of missed dates and opportunities until they both agreed that it would be better to be friends rather than lovers.

Janice never heard any more from Andy, despite his threats of getting retribution and had never really taken any great notice of his threats anyway.

Jenny managed to get Jim and Janice to talk civilly to one another, but quickly realised that her mother would not allow him to sweet talk himself back into her mother's life.

Janice started dating other men and occasionally did find one sufficiently attractive to allow him into her bed, but they never lasted too long. 

About two years later, with Jenny now at University, Janice found herself at a party with friends when Jake reappeared in her life. They got together and slowly started to try again.



The Contract Ch. 04



As I wiped my face with the washcloth, I heard someone come into the bathroom with me. Turning to see, I found Samantha staring at me. All she did was stare and it began to make me uncomfortable. Finally, my discomfort becoming more and more pronounced, I had to get something out of her.

"What?"

"Have you ever thought of what this is doing to Becky?"

"What do you mean? Once she's gone, it won't matter anymore."

"But it will. She's going over to the next step in life and you're leaving her with the knowledge that when she goes, you will kill yourself because of her. How do you suppose that makes her feel? You are doing more to hurt her than you imagine. Not only does she have to deal with her dying; she has to worry about your worthless ass too. That's what you are too, by the way. A worthless ass."

"What do you know about anything? What do you know?"

"I know that Becky has done things for you that you have no idea of, and you never will. She has loved you without fail, without remorse and without fear. Until now. You're destroying her last days on earth with you and her family, all for selfish reasons of your own making. I can't believe you John. I really can't. Isn't it enough for you that Becky is dying? Are you so spineless that you'd give up without her? What kind of man are you?"

"You don't understand. I love her so much..."

"That you will ruin her last memories of you two together. You will give up on her now, when she needs you most. You will give up on her kids, and her soon to be grandkids."

"They're my kids too."

"Are they really? You are giving them up rather easy. Maybe you never liked your kids? Maybe you hated your kids? Maybe you hate Becky now too? Maybe you..."

"HOW DARE YOU. I love Becky and I love my kids. How dare you say that I don't. Where do you get off walking in here and acting like you're queen of all knowing, while I lose the love of my life? Where do you get off telling me anything about my family? You don't know me at all...not at all."

"I know your type. Weak and insufferable. You'd let your wife have a miserable last few weeks or months all at her expense...just because you are a selfish brat. You're letting your 'poor me' attitude take over your life while the rest of the world moves on. Do you think anyone will care when you're gone? Do you? Maybe your kids will...your grandkids will never know you so you'll just be the crazy old man that killed himself because he couldn't manage to function without grandma. You are a foolish, foolish man John...very foolish."

She turned and walked out on me. I was fuming now, angry that she had interfered in my life. Angry that she had the nerve to accuse me of...of...being selfish. It was at that moment that I knew that is what I had been. Selfish. I had been unable to accept the loss of Becky, and I had begun to work out a way to make it 'acceptable' to me. I sat down on the toilet and cried. 

I was losing my wife, the one person I truly loved and needed in my life, and I had been acting like a fool. I had gotten caught up in my own misery and miserable plan, all at the expense of my wife's last days. I was making her last days about as bad as I could, and I hadn't seen it. I felt about as low as I ever had at that moment. How could I make this up to Becky now?

Not only that, Samantha had just shown me that she cared about Becky more than I did. She had been here, of her own free will, staying with us in case we needed anything. She had been there for Becky while I had been off working out my plan. I was ashamed of myself. What I had become I had done on my own. Now I had to fix things, if I could.

I had also been suspicious of them both. I was sure, right up until now anyway, that they had some crazy scheme cooked up to take care of me after Becky died. I had been thinking about that so often lately, that I had actually put my main plan on the back burner for a bit.

I cleaned up and checked myself out in the mirror. Opening the door, I saw our bedroom door closing, and I almost ran to open it. Only, I found when I got there, it was locked. Becky was locking me out now? Was that it for us? Had I really screwed things up so bad I couldn't fix them now? I spent the night on the couch in the den. In the morning I woke up to find someone had covered me with a blanket while I slept. 

Stretching, I worked the kinks out of my back, wondering who had done me the favor. It didn't take long to figure that out. Samantha walked out in her robe, two cups of coffee in her hands.

"I thought you might want something hot to drink this morning."

"You...uh...the blanket...that was you?"

"Nope. Becky did that. She was upset last night, and after you went to sleep, she came out and just sat there, watching you. When she finally went to bed, she covered you up first. You really hurt her John. You really did. Had it been me, I'd have kicked your ass out the door."

"I know. I thought about it all and realized that I've been acting like a fool. I was being selfish, like you said, and I didn't see it. You and Becky opened my eyes last night...I just hope I'm not too late to fix things now."

"I don't think you are. It's a sobering thought to know that you've been wrong about something isn't it? I've been there several times...it's never pretty."

"Yeah. It isn't."

We drank our coffee in silence after that exchange, while I stewed over what I could do to make things right between us. Between all of us. I had hurt Samantha as well as Becky last night, although it appeared that Samantha was over it already. For the first time I looked at her in a different light. A far different light than I had before. 

Samantha was a genuine person and a good and loving person too. She was someone who was worthy of sharing a life with. Just like Becky, but different too. I finally saw her as a woman without any guards or shields up. I wasn't looking at her like she was in some kind of plan to 'save' me. But here she had. She had opened my eyes up to what I had been doing to Becky. 

"I owe you an apology."

"For what?"

"Last night."

"No. You owe that to Becky. I was just here for both of you guys, that's all."

"Yeah, but I was a bit hard on you. You've been here for us...mostly Becky, but both of us in many ways too. I had no right accusing you of anything like I did last night. None."

"Forget about it John. You were upset, and not thinking clearly. It happens."

"Well, I'm sorry anyway. Please forgive me."

"Okay, okay, you're forgiven. Now...go fix things with Becky."

I left her and went in to our bedroom door. Knocking, I waited until Becky opened it up.

"Oh, it's you."

"Look...I've been a fool Becky. I...I was thinking of myself instead of you, even though I had fooled myself into believing I was thinking of you. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt..." "This another plan to throw me off John?"

"NO. Look, last night Samantha made me see how big a fool I've been. I thought about it and I have nothing that I can say that can make up for how I've acted or what I planned. Our kids mean the world to me too, I was just caught up in losing you and..."

"Really? Honest? Are you telling me the truth? How will I be able to tell if you are telling the truth...now?"

Her voice was hollow sounding and empty. Without realizing it, I had begun to cry. Tears were running down my cheeks as I finally came face to face with how wrong and stupid I had been. 

"All I can say is that I won't try to do something stupid like kill myself. I won't give up on life or living. I will miss you Becky...I will miss you so much...but I will be here for our grandkids, your grandkids. I promise that."

"Fine."

I stood there unable to find the words to convince her that I meant what I said. I was desperate to let her see that I was being honest with her...finally. She turned and went back into the bedroom leaving the door open. I stepped inside and stood there just watching her. It became crystal clear that I was seeing her for some of the last times I ever would, and I had wasted or been wasting time with her that could have been far better spent loving and enjoying her.

I went to my knees, wiping my eyes and cheeks clear of my tears as I did.

"Becky...Rebecca...I have been an idiot. I know I don't deserve a second chance, and for what I've done so far, for the pain I've caused you, I can't take that back. All I can say is that I will be forever sorry and regretful for acting as I have. I have finally realized that you are right about things and that I do have lots of things to live for. Please...please...forgive me? I don't want us to be angry or upset with each other anymore. Please forgive me?"

"You're not going to off yourself?"

"No."

"You're going to try to live well and for a long time?"

"Yes."

"You'll find someone else eventually?"

I hesitated. I was afraid of this. I loved her so much, and that thought that there could be someone else out there haunted me, as much as feeling that it was dishonoring her or actually, cheating on her to even think of someone else. I didn't know how to explain myself to her, and just knelt there wondering what I could say to cover this situation?

"Well John? You'll find someone else eventually?"

"Uh...I suppose I could. I mean...right now I think that even the thought of that leaves a bad taste in my mouth, but eventually I think maybe I possibly could move...on."

"Are you shining me on again John?"

"No...it's just...I just can't bear the thought of losing you already, and to sit here and say that I will find someone else is...it just doesn't feel right Becky. What can I say about that? What can I say that will convince you I'll be okay without promising something like this?"

"Just promise me you will try?"

"I...I don't want to. I'm sorry Becky, I just don't want to promise you anything that I may not be able to deliver."

We had left the bedroom door open, and Samantha had walked in behind me. I was first aware of her when she cleared her throat and spoke up.

"Ahem. Uh, Becky, I think what John is trying to say is that he can't tell if he will be able to find someone else because he is still in love with you so much he would feel like he was cheating on you...or maybe your memory."

"Yeah...something like that. Thank you Samantha."

"Cheating on me? John, it's not cheating if I told you to do it. It's not cheating if I'm okay with it. It's not cheating because when that time comes, I'll be dead. I'll be gone and you will be alone."

"Physically maybe...but you will still be in my heart Becky. In my soul. In my mind. In me. What if it were me that was dying? Would you move on?"

"Well, that's different. I wouldn't because I would have no need to do that."

"Yes you would. If I were dying I'd want you to be happy too Becky. Can't you see that I have loved you forever? I just can't throw that away in a minute or a day or a week. It will take time. Maybe I will never be able to find someone else...maybe I won't want to. That wouldn't be a real bad thing you know. Would it?"

"NOW I believe you. NOW I can see you are serious and honest with me. Now you know why I feel the way I do. Imagine that you were the one dying and I was left behind John...that's how I would want you to be...just like you would want me. What you want for me, I want for you."

"There...I can see you two finally figured out your problems. I'll be in the kitchen brewing up some coffee."

With that Samantha turned and left the bedroom. Becky and I embraced and kissed. Finally, I understood her whole thinking process. Finally I understood why she wanted me to have someone. I realized that Samantha had helped us far more than anyone else had up to this point too. I owed her...big time.

"So, is that a pickle in your pocket or are you glad to see me?"

"It ain't a pickle dearest."

"Maybe I should fix that for you so it isn't so uncomfortable to stand or sit down."

"That would be...great."

"How about if I call Samantha in and give her a taste of..."

"Uh...how about just you and me take care of it for now."

"Later then?" "Samantha?"

"Why not?"

"I don't know...she is nice, pretty, and fairly smart..."

"She is great, beautiful, and very intelligent. She is also free, single and I'd bet, looking too."

"Can we just make love for now and worry about that later?"

"Nope."

"Nope? What then?"

"I don't want to make love. I want to be FUCKED. Fuck me John. Take me...use me...FUCK ME."

"I think I can handle that too."

I picked her up and almost threw her onto the bed. She bounced a couple of times while I started stripping off my clothes. I crawled up between her legs once I was naked, and began pulling off her panties. As they slid down her thighs she was already moaning. She undid her bra and pulled it off as I tossed her panties to one side. 

I moved to kiss her feet, and she giggled. My tongue tickled her and as I worked my way up, her giggles turned to moans. By the time I was at her inner-thighs, she was thrashing...trying to pull my head up into her pussy, and also trying to lock her legs around me at the same time. I held her legs apart, and then slowly pushed them up and out. Pretty soon her knees were on either side of her head, and she was splayed wide open before me.

I could see her nipples standing out like little rocks, and I knew that they were very sensitive at that moment. Reaching up, I took one in between two fingers and tugged on it. I could see her juices start to flow out of her pussy when I did that. It was as if I had turned on a faucet or something.

Licking her pussy lips, I tugged on her nipple, slowly working two fingers up into her tight wet hole. I could feel her heat surrounding those fingers, and my tongue worked over her clit real firmly for a bit. Becky suddenly tightened up stiff as a board and came. I was surprised in that she rarely had been so responsive to me like this before. I mean, she had been responsive, but not as fast as this.

Holding her legs up and back, I moved down and began to lick all around her pussy and then her little butt hole. Becky whispered to me when my tongue slipped across that little brown bud...

"Oh...God...that feels...good. I'm sorry...I am such a slut...but I've always wanted you to do something like that."

"Really? Well, I like doing it too. Wish I had done something like this a long time ago."

I had ate her out lots of times, but never had my tongue gone where it was now. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would have been either. Matter of fact, I was relishing her response to my efforts now. My nose was in her pussy hole, my tongue playing with her asshole. I could feel it pulsing as I licked it, and once in a while my tongue would almost slip inside. I was getting braver and finally I used my hands to spread her ass cheeks wide open, and slipped my tongue inside. 

"Oh...ummm...yesss. Yesss...oh God...yesss....that feels...so good....do it some more John....do it some more."

I was happy to oblige, and really began to work over her asshole with my fingers and tongue. Becky was headed to an orgasm as I did that, and once she started, I had my hands full keeping up with her. Her hands pulled on my head hard, and I slipped my tongue up to caress her clit as she went ballistic. Her legs tightened up around my head, still bent back most of the way, yet her thighs were just able to grip me firmly.

I let her use me as she wanted, working to keep my breathing clear. At times I thought she was going to smother me, but I managed to keep some air moving into my lungs. As she came down, her legs fell to either side of me, and her hands loosened their grip on me. I licked her here and there a bit more, then moved up to suck on her nipples.

Pretty soon she was getting turned on again, and her response to me was to twist me onto my back and move down to suck my cock. I watched her lips go around the head, then slowly move down my shaft. I was feeling pretty good, and since I hadn't been laid the night before, I was close to shooting. I told her that. 

"Uh...be careful baby. I'm real close to shooting already. You spend too much time down there I may shoot off in your mouth."

"Mmmm...that would be great. I want you to. Come on sweetie...shoot in my mouth. I really want you to."

Becky was working me over like a pro...when suddenly she shifted positions. Straddling my head in a classic sixty-nine, she once again began to work on my hard throbbing shaft. I was busy with licking and sucking on her very wet pussy now.

I felt her pause for a moment, then she started to really suck on my shaft, taking the whole thing in. I could feel the head of my cock in her throat at times, and her tongue was working magic on the underneath side of my cock too.

That's when it hit me. How was she able to get her tongue on the underneath side of my cock in a sixty-nine? I stayed still for a moment making sure I was feeling it as I imagined, and I was certain after a bit that her tongue was definitely licking on the vein that ran underneath my cock. Her lips were tight around my shaft, yet her tongue was in a position that defied the way we were laying.

I began to move around, trying to see how in the world she was able to do what she was doing, but her legs had me held down. I felt her knees tighten up around my shoulders, and her pussy drove down into my face. I wasn't in danger of suffocating, but I could tell she was preventing me from getting free to see what was going on.

I gave up after a bit, and let the sensations take over. It did feel good, whatever she was doing, and I loved it. I began to feel the stirrings of my orgasm approaching, so I moaned into her pussy to let her know that I was about to cum. Becky exploded in an orgasm on my face when I moaned, evidently the vibrations from my moaning causing her to take off.

I started to shoot off at that same time, and as I came, I felt her lips tighten even more near the base of my shaft. Feeling her throat working to swallow my load really set me off and I came harder yet. I about passed out, the sensations were so overloading me. 

As I laid there, recovering from a tremendous orgasm, I just savored the feel of the tongues licking my shaft. 

'TONGUES'?! 

Plural, as in two of them. One on top, and one underneath. Both running up and down my shaft at the same time, then switching off and one going up while the other went down. Once in a while, the one underneath was going down and licking my balls too. Definitely two tongues were licking me. It was at that point that I realized what was happening. It had to be Samantha in there with us. It had to be. At least, it was someone other than Becky in there with us.

I was rock hard still, and I could tell that I wasn't going to go soft for a bit now. I could feel Becky sitting up, still straddling my face and not letting me see what was going on. The next thing I felt was something warm, tight, and hot moving down over my shaft. I could feel wetness, and then muscles milking my shaft.

My wife was straddled my face as I continued eating her out, while someone else was on my cock, fucking! My initial thought was to stop all of this and find out what was happening. My second and baser instinct took over, reveling in the pleasures and sensations I was experiencing.

I relaxed as best I could in the situation I was in, and went with the flow. After all, if another woman was here with us, and Becky was still on top of me, it must be with her full knowledge and consent. I just wish that they had talked to me about this and let me give my consent too. At any rate, I was enjoying this.

I ate Becky out while someone fucked herself on my cock. I was not going to cum for a while having just came like I had, so they were going to have me for however long they wanted. After a bit Becky moved to get off me, using her hands to cover my eyes, and whoever had been fucking me slipped off my shaft and onto my face in a very practiced move.




The Contract Ch. 04



Before I knew it, the strange woman was on my face, her shaved pussy rubbing on my nose and lips. I soon felt Becky, or who I assumed was Becky, (Not being able to see for certain.) mounting my still hard cock. I just kept on, actually beginning to really enjoy this treat.

My hands being free, I moved them up the body on top of my face, and found two very firm and nice breasts bouncing around. I knew then, by the touch of her nipples, that it was Samantha on my face now. I remembered how they had looked that night her robe had parted and I had such a great view. 

Had they planned this all? Was it just an instant happening kind of thing? I was betting on the former rather than the latter...but we would see later.

I pulled and tugged on the nipples between my fingers and was rewarded with a wet pussy slipping and sliding all over my nose and lips. I had my tongue out, licking as I could, trying for her clit, but usually just having to suffice at where it ended up at that moment.

Becky was fucking me hard and fast, shaking the whole bed. I could tell that I was about to start building for another orgasm, and was very happy that it was Becky on my cock. Samantha was grinding down hard on my face now and cumming like crazy. I licked up her juices as best I could, my face was wet with them.

I could feel Becky shuddering on my cock, and her pussy grabbing my cock hard. That set me off and I started to cum too. Afterwards, as we all laid in a heap on the bed I rose up into a sitting position to look at the two tired women.

"So...whose idea was this?"

They both spoke at once.

"Mine." "Mine."

"Hmmm...who's this 'mine' person and where did they come from? Should I send them a couple bucks or something for the pleasures I've gotten so far tonight?"

I started to laugh at my poor joke as two pillows began hitting me. I laid back and covered my face...while reaching out to hug someone to me tightly. It ended up being Becky, and I was happy for that little fact. Samantha cuddled in along side of us and I put an arm around her too. Hugging them, naked as they were, seemed natural.

We fell asleep like that, and later on I had to get up to pee. I slipped out of bed and did my business, then went out to the kitchen, naked still, for a glass of water. As I stood in front of the kitchen sink drinking I heard someone come up behind me. 

"Hope you are all right with that little surprise."

"Caught me off guard. I wasn't expecting it at all. Out of the blue."

"Becky thought it would be best this way."

"So, I guess you are she then?"

"She?"

"The one that Becky has picked out to replace her?"

"No...well, not replace exactly...just...join you. Does that upset you still?"

"Actually, it felt...I mean to say...uh...damn...I'm getting all tongue tied now for some strange reason."

"Maybe it's because you're naked yet, and your cock is getting hard too."

I hadn't noticed that until she mentioned it. It was true, I was naked and my cock was stirring to life. She was standing there naked as I, and I could see her nipples were hard as two little rocks too. I wasn't the only one turned on it appeared. Of course on her behalf, it could have been a bit cool in the kitchen at that moment, which would have caused hard nipples too, but I was betting on the former again, instead of the latter.

"I'm not the only one naked you know."

"Yes...I know. So...should we head back to the bedroom and see if Becky wants to join in too?"

"Becky is here and wanting to watch for a bit. You two go ahead and start. Right here...right now."

Becky had walked in as we were talking. I looked into her eyes, wanting some kind of reassurance that she was okay with this, but her statement more than told me what I was wondering. I took Samantha's hand, pulling her to me, and as her breasts pressed into my chest, I put an arm around her holding her fast. My other hand shot out and grabbed Becky and pulled her in to us too.

Naked, we shared a three-way hug. Then, Becky broke away and giving my cock a little playful tug, she spoke to both of us.

"Well...go on. Give me a show worth watching now. I've been wondering for a long time what it would be like to see two people making love in person. Don 't disappoint me now. Come on...get going."

Samantha looked into my eyes and kissed me. I held her to my body, feeling her nipples driving into my chest. My cock throbbed between us, coming up between her legs and rubbing her already wet pussy lips. I moved my hips back and forth a bit, loving the feeling her wetness was giving me. I was doing something for her too it seemed as she moaned softly, and ground back.

I moved her back and put Samantha's butt up against the kitchen table. As she leaned back, I picked up on her thighs, and sat her up on it. I pushed between her spread legs, my cock rubbing on her clit. I bent down, licking her nipples before taking one at a time into my mouth and sucking on them.

I stopped at this point and looked over at Becky, wanting to make sure she was approving of this. I was uncertain to the extent that it was not my wife I was about to enjoy sexually, even after last night. It was all happening so fast for me. Becky winked at me and smiled, nodding her head to direct my attentions back to Samantha.

Becky had moved to sit in kitchen chair only inches from where we were, getting a great view of us. My cock slid into Samantha's pussy, and as soon as I was half way in, I held still, giving her a chance to get used to me. Bit by bit I worked in the rest of it, and by the time I bottomed out she was moaning, crying out for me to fuck her.

I began to stroke in and out, getting faster and faster as I went, until pretty soon I was driving into her so fast I broke out in a sweat. I slowed down a bit, letting us both catch a breath, and then I began to rotate when I would bottom out.

Before I knew it, I was getting ready to shoot off, and Samantha was about there too. I reached out and grasping a nipple in each hand, pulled on them gently, bringing her up and over into her orgasm. As soon as she cried out and started shaking, I began to thrust in and out hard and fast, only stopping when I came. At that point I drove fully into her hot and oh so tight pussy, and actually shoved the table back a few inches as I did. 

I sat down afterwards, a hand on Samantha's thigh, as she lay out on the table. Becky suddenly did something that I had never dreamed she'd do. Pushing me aside, she moved her chair to be in between Samantha's legs, and started to lick and kiss her pussy. I sat there, stunned at the spectacle in front of me. My wife, licking and kissing another woman's pussy.

I leaned in close, and once in a while, Becky would lean over to me and kiss me, her tongue slipping between my lips. I could taste Samantha and me on her when she did that, and though I didn't think I'd really like it, I found it to not be too bad tasting.

Pretty soon, Becky had Samantha about to cum again. Once she had her there, I moved behind Becky's chair, and pulled her into a standing position, with her bending over to keep up her work on Samantha. Shoving the chair out of the way, I stepped in behind Becky and pushed my now hard cock into her pussy.

Becky stopped me, and reaching out, grabbed some butter. Moving her hand between her ass cheeks, she spread it in and around her bottom, and then shook her ass at me. Never having moved her tongue away from Samantha's pussy while doing so.

Knowing what she wanted, I place the head of my cock back there and pushed. A little familiar 'pop' and I was in. Gently and slowly, I worked my whole cock inside her. Once I bottomed out I held still for a bit, letting her ass get used to the invader back there. While I did that, my hands were busy playing with her breasts.

Once Becky relaxed a bit, I started to fuck her backdoor. As I did, Samantha held Becky's head to her pussy, and had an orgasm. Becky moved to one side, allowing Samantha to get up, and as I continued to fuck Becky's ass, Samantha sat up and watched.  

Pretty soon Becky came, and came hard. As she did, she reached back and spread her ass cheeks wide, showing Samantha that I was in her ass. Samantha leaned in, and looked closely, and just her head being there watching us fuck like that did something inside me, and I came hard. I didn't think I had much left in me, but I found out under the right circumstances, one could have more than they thought.

After that, we all went in and showered. The girls helped me wash my back and I helped them wash theirs. I dried off and then went back to bed and slept for a bit. When I woke up later, Becky and I were alone in the house. Samantha had gone to see a friend according to Becky and she'd be back later.

We sat in the kitchen, dressed now, and had some coffee while we talked. Enlightening was a key word on this visit.

"Are you upset with me John?"

"Upset? No. Surprised maybe...a bit uncertain too, but not upset."

"Do you like Samantha?"

"Obviously."

"I mean, do you like her...more than as a friend?"

"Oh...so you do plan to shove her off onto me then?"

"You make it sound like some chore or something. She's a very beautiful woman and she is also very sexual. She'd be a great partner for you too. I think she likes you on top of that. That's saying a lot, considering the way you treated her at first."

"I just don't like the fact that you are match making for me Becky. I know you're worried and all, but I just can't drop you in a second and take up with another woman just like that."

"I'm not asking you to. I am showing and telling you that if you want to start a relationship with Samantha, I'm more than willing to share you with her. Only her...but I can see that you two are hitting it off finally."

"Can't I just love you and keep you around instead?"

"Don't you think I'll get a little rank smelling eventually? Besides, what would people say? I can see you now...'Hi, I'm John, and this is my wife Becky. She's a little...dead...but I like having her around.'"

"Damn you have a morbid sense of humor. How can you joke about something like that anyway?"

"If I dwell on my close at hand end too much it drives me crazy John, this lets me...I don't know...blow it off a bit."

"It's just a lot to take in Becky. I mean I spent years being faithful and cherishing you. Now suddenly I'm supposed to change over to wanting and liking someone else...at your insistence. Kind of hard for me to work out in the ol' head, you know?"

"I don't want you to just like Samantha John...I want you to love her. Just like you love me. I want you to be together forever after."

"I don't know...I don't know Becky. You're asking an awful lot of me. I'll try...but I can't promise anything."

"You trying is all I need to hear. I am going to hold you to that John. You must try to fall in love with Samantha. You have to try. If that means dating her and all that goes with it, then so be it. I want you to enjoy her and love her. Whatever it takes."

I was beginning to understand more and more that Becky was going to be single minded in her determination of making sure I had someone in my life. Samantha wouldn't be a bad choice as far as I was concerned. I made a decision at that point to at least give Samantha a chance. After all, I had sampled her already, and found her to be very nice sexually.

Something I wasn't aware of was that Becky had talked to our kids and told them about her plans for making sure I had someone in my life after she was gone. Becky hadn't told them how she had made the deal, but only that she wanted someone there for me. She had gone so far as to tell them it would be Samantha, so they should support her last wishes and make sure to give Samantha a real chance. That all came out later, but at this point she had already figured out that her plan had a large chance of success. 



The Contract Ch. 05



The day of the funeral was a damp and dreary one. Samantha, my three kids and their spouses all stood there to one side of the coffin as the preacher droned on and on. This guy had never taken the time to get to know us, even though we had been members of his 'flock' for years, and now he was expounding on Becky's virtues and how she was going to heaven like he had known us forever. It sort of made me sick inside.

I had things on my mind this day too. Becky's lawyer had contacted me immediately after her passing to tell me a very eye-opening story. Deep inside I knew that Becky had meant well, but for her to have bought a hooker for her replacement as my wife was a bit much for me to handle. I hated her lawyer for having spilled the beans too. 

He had called me up and made arrangements for the meeting then once there, he had talked on and on about Samantha and how she was an escort service girl...a pro, hired by Becky with a life insurance nest egg she had. How Becky had been able to hide that policy from me had me wondering just how much I did know about my late wife.

The kids had been there for me, and they all seemed to love Samantha...although I had to wonder too what they would think if they knew the whole story about her. I stood there holding the umbrella over Samantha and I still being the ever faithful and loving man. I was in a turmoil now, and I didn't know quite what to do.

In my mind I started to run over all the facts, as I knew them. The most obvious first fact was that Becky, my loving wife, had in fact paid a woman to pretend to love me...in order that I'd not be alone after this day.

The second fact was that Becky had paid this woman just over a million dollars to do so...with a contract that spelled out all the details in finite form. 

The third fact was that Samantha was either a very great actress or she really did have some feelings for me. After all, she was still standing beside me when her part of the deal had been lived up to...almost. The money was to be paid out in four parts, the first quarter the day after tomorrow. Then for the rest of the next year from today she'd get another quarter until all four were paid out.

The last fact I had was the hardest for me to deal and cope with. This fact was the breaker for everything. Samantha had become so much a part of my life and of my kid's lives now; she fit in with us all. Not only that...I had fallen in love with her. Me...a faithful husband, loving only one woman in all these years, had fallen for another woman as my wife died. A woman that was or at least had been, a professional...escort.

After the service we all went to the house and tons of people came by paying their last respects. I was in the process of getting rather well oiled; drinking scotch like it was water. My oldest son was keeping an eye on me, and once in an while he'd slip up beside Samantha and they would both eye me over quite seriously.

I was getting on my lips drunk now and the drunker I got, the more everyone around me would come by and tell me they were headed out...and to take care. It was obvious that they wanted to be far away from me now, since I was more than likely going to have a come apart. I was stressing out, and had nobody I could trust to talk to anymore. 

Everyone but the kids and Samantha were gone as I stumbled into the back yard to sit on the swing I had built for Becky so long ago. I hurt deep inside and couldn't get around how unfair life had turned out for Becky and me. Totally unfair. Sitting there I realized that I had no suicidal tendencies. I was questioning that when someone slipped in beside me in the swing.

"Hey there. You okay?"

"Hi Samantha. Just thinking...that's all. Did I ever tell you that I built this swing for Becky about fifteen years ago? I did. My own two hands. The whole thing."

"Becky told me about it. How you had started it and then had to change it several times because she was changing her mind all the time on what she wanted. She made it a very funny story."

"Becky told you that? This swing was the cause of our worst argument...for a long time. I had gotten angry when she kept changing her mind and almost lit into her hard...but just as I was about to I overheard her telling our daughter, who was three at the time, that daddy was the bestest husband in the whole world because he put up with mommies nonsense on this swing. After that, what could I do but keep on making the changes for her until she was satisfied?"

"You are a good man John. Becky really caught a good one when she caught you."

"Well, I was luckier. Becky was the catch of a lifetime. One could not ask for a better or more loving wife than she was."

I stopped talking, thinking about how Samantha had come to being here, and then having to ask myself if Becky could still fit that all encompassing bill I had just paraded out there. I suppose that in her own way, doing what she had done and how she had done it, was only the best she could do under the circumstances.

Now though, I had the problem of figuring out if Samantha and I could be a couple...or if I even wanted to be. Our whole relationship had been started with lies and deceit. Samantha wasn't who she really said she was...well, what she had been, to be fair. Maybe she had changed. Maybe, at the end of things, her and Becky had become true best friends.

"Penny for your thoughts."

"I was just wondering when you were going to take off. I mean, Becky's gone now...your part in her deal is all over with, so you're free to fly away."

Samantha froze up and just stared at me. Then a tear started in one eye, and soon both eyes were running streams of tears.

"You know then."

A statement. Not a question. She had heard me and accepted it as fact that I knew all about the 'deal'.

"Yeah. Becky's lawyer called me the day after her death. He had quite a tale to talk about and he felt I needed to know about all that money that Becky foolishly threw into the hands of a hooker."

"I was never a hooker John. I was an escort. There is a difference...even though you may not think so. At first I was in it for the money...but after a while...I was in it for Becky. She was a special lady and I was lucky to have been able to call her a friend."

"So...I know this will sound selfish and all, but where exactly does that leave me?"

"Oh. I think I see now. You think that all that's happened up to now has been me just playing some kind of part then?"

"Yeah...you see, I have a million or so reasons to think that. That's what Becky paid you isn't it? A million dollars...to have me fall in love with you and keep me from dying off?"

"At first...but not now."

"Oh? What's changed then?"

"I...I...really fell in love with you John. Honestly...I did. I even told Becky that a while back. I told her that I had fallen in love with you...and that I was scared that you'd find out about my past and dump me like a hot potato. I was and have been afraid that this particular day would come...as it has."

"You love me? You can honestly sit there and tell me that you love me? You're not acting or working on my feelings to keep in my good graces so you get all the money?"

"Do you think that's why I'm still here John? Do you? If you think that then I guess that 'we' never did have a chance then did we?"

I saw the anger flash across her face as she said that. I had hit a nerve. That surprised me too.

"Well, what did you expect?"

"I figured that when you found out about the money that you'd come ask me about it...and I could tell you what I had planned for it. Instead, that creepy asshole lawyer double dealt me and went behind my back to spill the beans about it. Of course, he has no way of knowing what I had or did plan for that money either. Becky did since I told her. She was mad at me at first...but she soon came to understand my point. One day this would happen. She saw that I was right in doing what I did...and accepted it."

"What did you plan for the money then?"

"I won't tell you. Not now. It will keep until the time is right. Whenever you decide what it is you want, and how you are going to deal with this whole thing, I'll let you know about that money. For now all you need to know is that I love you John. I'm not lying and I'm not acting. The money has nothing to do with it and I'm speaking from my heart. I gave my heart over to you several months ago. I...who never have allowed myself that luxury...I fell I in love with you. God that's so fucked up too. I fell in love with a john named John."

"So now I'm supposed to believe that you truly love me? Our whole life together is started on lies and mis-directions...by my wife no less, and so now I'm supposed to think that you're telling me the truth?"

"I am...damnit. I do love you John. I do. I know that you probably hate me now...knowing what you do about my past and all. I haven't been a 'good' girl at all. I do have feelings though. I have always tried to act honestly with everyone I met. This whole thing with you and Becky...it started out as a business proposition but turned into the real deal more or less."

"I wish I could believe that Samantha. I really do. I know that I need to be alone to figure things out now. I want you to leave. Move out. I need the space. Maybe I'll figure out what it is I want and then we can see where we stand. Not right now though. I just don't know who you are now. Everything has changed. By the way...is Samantha really your name?"

She was gray in the face, tears falling freely. I had a hard time looking at her, so I just looked off across the yard as I said those hard things. I felt it was the right thing to do...for me...at that time. She sat there for a bit. Then she stood up and turned, walking away. Over her shoulder I heard her say;

"Yes. Samantha is my given name. The name my father gave me when I was born. I was named after my mother, who died in childbirth...my childbirth."

Samantha walked out at that point. Out of my life and into that limbo land that people can disappear to. I was lost now doubly. I had fallen in love with her, and driven her out of my life. That old fucker lawyer, I really wished he would have kept all his 'important information' to himself as he should have. I had gone from deeply in love with my wife to falling in love with another woman, at my late wife's insistence, to not being sure what the hell was going on in my life anymore.

I spent the next month alone. The kids stopped by when they could, all worried about me and asking where Samantha was. One day I had enough and unwound on my daughter. She had come over and was almost pissed off at me for having chased Samantha away.

"Yeah? I chased her away you say? Listen up little girl...Samantha isn't the person you think she is. She's not exactly...let's just say that her past kind of stinks a bit. Your mother put her up to some kind of stupid deal and it all fell apart after your mom died."

"It wasn't some kind of stupid deal dad. I know all about it...mom told me. Samantha was an escort. Mom hired her to keep you from doing the stupid thing...YOU...doing the STUPID THING. God daddy, sometimes you make me so mad."

"You knew?"

"Well, DUH...Samantha came and told me a few months ago. She wanted me to know the truth in case anything happened between you two. She was upset because she felt you would find out and cop an attitude about her past...even though mom didn't think so. Mom wasn't thinking straight about anything by then and I went to talk to her. She spilled the whole thing out to me. Dad...can't you see that Samantha loves you? Can't you see that she's the next best thing that ever happened to you nest to mom? Can't you see that you are the luckiest man in the world having a wife that thought so much of you that she went out and found someone for you to love after she was gone? Then you go and fuck it all up. What's the matter with you? Can't you be happy at all anymore? Have you lost your mind?"

"Have you lost your mind little girl? Samantha was or is still, a hooker...an escort...a paid pro. She provided 'services' to an unknown number of men. She was paid to put out. You know that and you can be okay with all that? I thought I raised you better than that."

"Ohhh...you asshole dad. How dare you demean Samantha's love for you. Or moms for that matter. Did you know that her and mom loved each other like best friends? Did you know that Samantha gave that money away long before mom got real sick? Did you know that Samantha set that money up in a trust fund for us kids and our kids too? She did that because she loved you...you worthless ass."

I had never had my daughter so mad at me ever before. She was yelling at me holding nothing back. She was truly angry with me. Sticking up for Samantha. I was beyond reason now. My mind must have been lost a long time ago. The whole world had gone mad. Even my daughter had known about the hooker that was paid to fall in love with me and agreed that it had been a good thing to do?

"What? I should be happy that your mom was able to find a hooker for me then? It was never about sex you know. It was about sharing my life with the person I loved. Having your mom be there with me. Sex wasn't what it was about. And where do you get off calling me worthless?"

"So you think that Samantha was thinking only of the money and doing you for sex? God you're a stupid man at times dad. Very stupid. For your information, any man that would treat a woman who loved him like you did is a worthless ass."

"What did you mean she gave that money up to you kids anyway? The lawyer told me it was sent to her account as ordered on the contract."

"Jesus dad...haven't you ever heard of a brokerage account? About having a broker set up a trust account using money from other sources? Haven't you ever heard about other people setting up accounts for people like Samantha did? Daddy, sometimes you are the stupidest man I know. She loves you and you drove her away. You had a second chance at love, and mom helped to set you up with it...and then you go and blow it like this. I can't believe you."

"I'll bet your brothers don't think that way."

"What? Dad, mom told them after she told me. They accepted it long before I did. It took me a bit before I could accept that Samantha was on the level about things. After I saw that she was, I accepted her fully and without reservation. Why can't you do the same? She loves you...in spite of yourself. You have to go find her dad...you have to."

"I won't. I can't and I won't."

Nothing settled, my daughter left. Alone I sat and brooded. I thought it strange that my daughter had chosen to call me a worthless asshole...just as someone else had not so long ago. I wondered how that had come about? How had my daughter decided to use just that phrase when calling me a name? I was torn between looking for Samantha and not. I was also thinking about my original plan now too. It would be so much easier to just call it quits. No more pain, suffering, or damnable kids calling me names.

That was the last I saw of my daughter for two months. My sons would call once in a while, but my daughter stayed out of my life. It hurt. I was sitting in my dark living room one night, just brooding when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Is this John?"

"There's a lot of John's in the world, but I happen to be one...yes."

"Do you know Samantha?"

"Who is this? What do you want?"

I was angry. I wondered just who would call me up this late and want to ask questions like this. I wasn't in the mood to talk about neither Samantha nor my Becky either. I just wanted to be left alone.

"I am probably the closest friend Samantha has. I'm worried about her. I know that her troubles all started when she took some kind of deal from your wife...and that after your wife Becky died it all fell apart. I wanted to talk to you about her. Samantha I mean."

"Maybe I don't want or need to talk about Samantha."

"Maybe you should get your head out of your...I'm sorry. Look, can I come over to your place and talk to you...or can we meet somewhere where we can talk?"

"You know where I live?"

"Yes. Samantha told me when she first went to live with you guys. She wanted someone to know where she was. Someone she knew she could trust that is."

She hadn't come right out and said it, but by the inflection in her voice I knew that she had pointed that last part at me. I guess she thought I was not a trustworthy person. If I hadn't been in such a shitty mood I could have laughed at that. Me, untrustworthy. Me, who hadn't lied to anyone forever...not to be trusted. "Well, you might as well save your breath...I don't care what happens to her now."

"God...you are a heartless bastard. I can't see what your Becky ever saw in you. She must have been blind. Very blind. Samantha is a great person, and deserving of far better than the likes of you."

"Well, at least you think so."

"Yeah? Well your sons and daughter think so too. They've been trying to get in touch with her for days now. She won't return their calls and refuses to talk about anything to do with you or your family to me either."

"My sons and daughter were in touch with her?"

"Until just lately. I'm worried sick about her and you are the only person I know of that has a chance in hell of being able to talk to her. Look, I know you must hate her for lying to you and everything. You have to remember though, it was your wife that wanted her there...for your own good."

"Fine...come over and do your best. I will warn you though, I'm not going to be easy to convince of anything doing with her now."

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

She was there in ten. The pounding on the door woke me out of my trance. I found that I was looking on the mantle over the fireplace at a picture of Becky and I and Samantha in the first days Samantha had come into our lives. I found myself asking why I hadn't tossed that picture out yet?

"Come in...I'm sorry, I don't know your name."

"Susan. I am the lady that takes care of...um...business for Sam...and a few others."

"The madam?"

"NO. I am not a madam. I am a business agent. It is all a percentage deal arranged beforehand. I take in the calls for...escorts, and then I put them in touch with the girls...after I've screened them. It is a very high-class operation, and matter of fact, we have strong repeat business, and rarely take on new customers. It makes it safer for all involved."

"Screen customers? You really do that?"

"Yes. We require STD tests annually from them, in addition to making certain of their backgrounds and attitudes. We don't want people who are into pain or that type of stuff, and we also want to make sure that they aren't messing around on the side with hookers or someone who could get STD's started. I'm very thorough. Your wife, Becky had to talk a blue streak to even get in the door. She was quite secretive about what the deal was entirely, but she told me enough to let me know which girl would possibly be interested in a long-term deal. Since she was looking, I made her go through the testing and everything first."

"You really did?"

"Damn straight I did. Sam and the other girls are my friends in addition to being my bread and butter. No way will I let them into a situation where they could catch something or get hurt."

"How would you have been paid for this long term deal?"

"Sam had made arrangements, matter of fact, she paid my percentage a couple of months ago. I'm thinking that she won't get the full money from the deal now though since you kicked her out. I have tried to get her to take it back...the percentage...she refuses. She also refuses to work anymore too. She just sits at home...and mopes around."

"She quit working then?"

"She had told me that she was in love with a man...and planned on living the rest of her life with him. Then...that rat bastard kicked her out. Right after a funeral."




The Contract Ch. 05



This is my fifth installment on my first submission. This chapter is from the point of view of Paul Beckson again. I would like to thank Redwing2655, LKHooker, and MarionRed for their editing help. I hope you enjoy.

***** Saturday 5:20PM , 10/21/2006, 8 hours prior to the end of chapter 04 *****

It was signed and done! I, Paul Beckson, was longer married to Tonya! I was free! I had walked away with 65% of the assets of the marriage, a little farm and a bonus check for $83,458.92 that wasn't even included in the agreement! 

I was more than happy with my lawyer Carol Bernstein. She'd figured out that Tonya's lawyer was doing something screwy, and that she might have squirreled away some money that was at most one tenth of the bonus check. Carol could have gone after that money, but would've had to include the bonus check in the settlement. I knew Carol was good, but never thought she'd get a 90/10 split on the bonus check.

It also came out that Tonya had been planning the divorce for a while. According to Carol, she had secretly put aside little amounts of money for the last two years to pay her lawyer. She'd started to divorce me two years ago. This bonus check was the first I'd ever received as a commission for landing an account. If she'd divorced me two years ago, she'd have no claim to it. I felt the money was completely mine.

I also felt right about getting an annulment. This meant that I was not at fault. The basis for the annulment was that my wife refused to bear children, my main beef with our marriage. I had outlined to Tonya, in very plain terms, that she could (1) have a career as a dancer, then (2) have children, and (3) become a school teacher. Tonya had skipped part about having children. 

My lawyer Carol, my two friends Mary, Sherri, and I had a great time celebrating at dinner. It was supposed to be a divorce strategy dinner, but it ended up being an annulment celebration. Sherri felt bad about causing the fight in the parking lot and insisted on paying for the meal. Carol and I could not tell her that Morton Packaging was not mad at me at all. In fact, Richard laughed through the "termination", knowing how much of a farce it was. I'd be back at work again in about 5 months, after getting my life back on track. 

After dinner, I found out that I was going to switch rides. Carol had driven me to this dinner, but Sherri and Mary were going to take me back to my hotel. Carol had a concert to get to, with a one hour drive to get to the town it was in. I was going back to my hotel room in the big white van I'd seen in the at Morton Packaging parking lot from time to time, but not every day.

As we approached the van, I became more curious about it. "Mary, I thought you drove a Jetta."

"I do, this isn't mine. The van belongs to Sherri's sister. We swapped vehicles for while."

Sherri opened the door and clicked the unlock button. Mary was shotgun, I was in the back. When I opened the sliding door, I saw that only one of the bench seats in the rear was still in place. There must have been 8 feet of empty space behind the bench. "What's the story on the van? Are you moving somewhere?"

"Paul, we could help you move your things tomorrow if you like, but that's not why my sister owns the van. She's a freelance jeweler and sells her stuff at art fairs. She uses the rear of the van to haul her booth to shows, but art fairs are seasonal. Right now, she's on a road trip to restock consignment stores. We swapped cars so she could save on gas."

Whoa! Sherri's sister was in the arts and crafts business! I was now very interested in Sherri's sister. She knew the ropes. I had never thought about how cyclical the business might be. I was going to start taking classes in fusing glass in two weeks. Now I was starting to figure out why it was being offered at this time. This was the down time for the artists, and courses like the ones I was taking would allow new skills to be developed for the next season. I had aspirations of developing an independent business with Beckson Glassworks. Now, Mary and Sherri may have a contact that I needed. I could work on my craft for the next five months, and then start to develop the business while working at Morton.

I didn't trust Mary and Sherri completely, but, at this point, I needed them as contacts. They were a tie to Morton and a potential business consultant. They wanted me to sell them my sperm and give up parental rights to any children I might sire. But, I didn't want to start their family, I wanted to start mine. I needed stay on friendly terms with them and string them along about using me as a sperm donor. The idea of using them to move some of my stuff started to appeal to me. 

"Sherri, I have made arrangement with the Kendo team to help me move things out of the garage on Monday. But, I could use your help to move the more fragile things, like my craft stuff. I have a lot of glass to be moved, and I think you two would be a lot more careful than the Kendo team."

Sherri nodded as she drove. Mary turned around to face me. "Sounds good to us, it seems like the van is going to help you. You weren't very talkative at dinner. You haven't talked about how you're day went. I went through a divorce a year ago. Do you need a sympathetic ear?"

I shook my head. "Actually I am actually having a good day today. I worked out with my Kendo team this morning, and convinced them to help me move my stuff tomorrow. I also signed up for new classes at the Dojo. This afternoon I went out to the farm I inherited. The people building my workshop had started drilling holes in the ground and filling them with metal rods and concrete. I am almost out of my marriage, and had a great dinner with you two."

"What do you mean almost out, Paul? It's over!"

"Not until I sign over the house, and she gives me the balance of the funds. Then, and only then, will it be over."

"You're still hanging on a bit, aren't you? You're talking about what you did, but not how you felt about what's happening to you."

Mary turned back, "If you're not ready to talk about how you feel. I understand. Paul. I've been through it. But, it's going to hit you in a couple of days. When you're ready to talk, give me a call. I know we did a sneaky thing with the STD test, but I want you to know we wanted you to have hard evidence in your hands, not just my word that Tonya and Ben were doing the big deed behind your back."

Sherri chimed in, "Oh, that's right! We have your test results with us!"

"I don't think I need them anymore, Sherri."

"That's OK, I want to give them to you, anyway, plus we have a gift for you, too!"

We pulled into the parking lot of the hotel and I got out. Mary went to the back of the van and retrieved an overnight case with a bow on it. We both walked around to the driver's side of the van, where Sherri was gingerly stepping out. 

We started walking up, and Sherri lagged behind a bit.

I turned around, "Sherri, are you OK?"

"I'm in a little pain, but I'm OK. I'll be better when we get inside."

We went straight to my suite. I was a little worried about Sherri, but Mary insisted that she knew about Sherri's condition, and that she was OK. They had me sit on the couch so that they could give me my present. Mary opened the overnight and produced some papers, and handed them to me.

"First, for the little stuff. Paul, here are your test results, and yes, you have Chlamydia."

I looked at the test results, and noticed that they were a lot more forms. I turned to another test result, which was completely clear of all STDs, It was Sherri's. "Wait, why do I have Sherri's results?"

"Paul, you'll find mine in there too. We are both clean. AND......."

Both Sherri and Mary turned around and dropped their pants. I was now seeing two glorious bottoms with thongs on. Each woman pointed to a small round band aid on their left butt cheek.

"WE are both on medication to prevent us from getting Chlamydia!"

Mary stepped out of her pants, and went to the overnight. She pulled out some small boxes.

"Paul, these are two doses of RU486, the morning after pill. We are giving you a gift of us tonight. We are going to be your love slaves all night. You can look at the packaging, and we will take this pill in front of you. We will not get pregnant tonight and are willing to give ourselves to you, to make up for getting you fired. Please Paul, it's the least that we can do." 

"I can't do that, I mean, what about Sherri, she is in pain! How can I do this with Sherri in this condition?"

Sherri carefully finished pulling her pants off, and proceeded to unbutton her blouse. She smiled as she removed her blouse, and undid the center clasp on her bra. I stared as Sherri's breasts, those tantalizing breasts, poured out of her bra in all their glory. Sherri winced as the breasts jiggled. I couldn't tear my eyes from those glorious orbs as she slowly approached me. 

"Paul, I really want to have a baby. Before Mary and I had sex, she would pretend that she was my child, and would nurse on my breasts. I don't know how it happened, but I started to lactate."

As Sherri approached me, I could see milky drops starting to form on each nipple. I started to salivate. These are breasts that I had lusted after, bigger now than ever before. They were completely engorged!

"Please Paul. I'm so full I'm in pain. My breasts are aching to be drained. If you don't want to help, or if it's a turn off for you, I'll understand. I'll go into the bathroom and express myself, but I wanted you to have an opportunity to do it for me to take away the pain! Please suck on my breasts and ease my suffering!"

She walked up to me and put a nipple an inch from my open mouth. My mind was not thinking about anything but latching on to that nipple. I didn't say a word. I just leaned forward and started to lick the drops dripping from her proffered breasts. I reached up and ran my hand over the other breast. The mere touch and the licking turned the dripping into a stream. Milk covered my hand as I started to suck. My hand was pulled away from her other breast as Mary's lips latched onto the other nipple. We both drank Sherri's nectar as Sherri's hands came up to caress our heads. Sherri started cooing and singing a lullaby. 

I knew that Sherri wanted to start a family, but never knew this could happen to a woman. Sherri probably wanted a child more than I did, so I knew that I would have to watch both of them take the morning after pill. For now, though, I wanted to live in the moment, with Sherri's nipple in my mouth. I fondled her breast and found hard lumps in places. When I pressed my fingers on the lumps, the pocket of milk would clear and the lump would soften. I continued until every lump had been cleared. Once I was satisfied that Sherri pain had ended. I pulled back.

"OK, now I know what human breast milk tastes like, and figured out that I don't have a breast feeding fetish. I accept your offer to be my love slaves for tonight. You two can get rid of the rest of the milk any way you want, but I want to see you take the pills!"

I was a little curious about Mary nursing on Sherri's breasts. "Mary, do you really enjoy Sherri's milk?"

"It is honey from my honey. Of course I do!"

I shook my head. I didn't want to be treated like a child. I understood that Sherri wanted to feel like a mother, but I didn't understand why Mary wanted to feel like a child. Maybe Mary had something in her past. 

Mary continued to drain Sherri as I read the packaging. The instructions were exactly as Mary had stated. I also found a Viagra pill. I looked at the lab results, and everything checked out. We were consenting adults, protected from pregnancy, with an STD to be controlled with medication. I needed to figure out what I wanted to do. While I waited for Mary to drain Sherri's breasts, I played with her rear. She spread her legs to give me access as she completed her task. Reaching between her legs, my hand was lightly slapped by Sherri."

"Paul, this is not sexual to Mary, this is bonding and an assurance of safety. Stroke her as you would a child. She'll be very primal after this. You'll be rewarded soon."

So, there it was. Mary had baggage she had to overcome. If this went too wild, Mary would shut down, and I didn't want that. I could demand things, but it would get ugly. I needed to keep this in a "safe" zone.

We took our pills, and then I laid out my plan for the night.

"I have never had a three way, nor have I ever seen how a woman makes love to another woman. I also know that I can probably have no more orgasms tonight than the fingers on one hand. Sherri, I know you were approached by Mary's ex and my guess is that you've have had many three ways." 

They both nodded, so I went on.

"The main thing I know is that Sherri stole Mary's heart from her ex in one night. You must know an incredible amount about making love to a woman. I want your knowledge and want to practice in using it. I want you to show me every nuance of what you've learned about pleasing each other. What turns you on, as well as what you with the women you've been with. Show me, from a woman's point of view, what intimacy is all about."

We went off to the shower and Sherri took the lead. She used her knowledge to give me a very explicit anatomy lesson on women. She spent time talking about eighteen different erogenous zones that she enjoyed playing with, and the different touches that she would use on each. 

Slowly, they showed me how they wanted their body touched, and what signs to look for. It changed how I stroked their flesh to maximize their sensations. I was not feeling their body for my own pleasure, but using my touch to heighten theirs. My body mingled with theirs, as I learned what to seek to bring their bodies to the edge of rapture, over and over again. 

We had turned sex into a journey, not a goal. I found out that intimacy for a woman had little to do with the orgasm. The object was to express your love and embrace the love you received. I learned about how each reacted to the same touch and how to alter my touch to maximize their pleasure. I learned to recognize the change in the odor of their sweat as excitement drove their bodies to a state of lust. It was not about thrusting as deep as I could, but feeling the places of pleasure within their bodies, and thrusting to the right depth.

Sherri was easier to please; she was open and free of inhibitions. Mary was closed, and needed time and trust to respond. I found out how to work with each of them, and to recognize what each had to offer. 

I'd dated Tonya for two years, and been married for eight, but in seven hours of slow lovemaking, I ended up knowing both Mary's and Sherri's body better than Tonya's. 

Each of us would take breaks, clean up, and rejoin the action. It all took place in a slow relaxed pace, never racing to the finish, until the very end. I fell asleep exhausted. I slept peacefully. 

***** Sunday 7:15AM, 10/22/2006 *****

The three of us were still in bed when I woke up. I rolled over and saw Mary again nursing on Sherri's breast. Sherri smiled at me, put one finger up to her lips and give the "shhh" sign. She then motioned me to get out of bed and come around and look. I got out of bed and silently walked around. Mary had her eyes closed. She was still asleep with her mouth wrapped around Sherri's nipple. Mary was sleep nursing!

Sherri smiled, and whispered to me. "Isn't she cute. She's almost done."

I stroked Sherri's bottom, and gave her a kiss on the shoulder, "Any chance for some morning nookie?" I said in a whisper. 

"Sure, we're still yours to play with. Let me finish feeding her, and we'll go and play on the couch."

I went into the bathroom, and then to the couch. In a few minutes Sherri went to the bathroom, and then joined me on the couch. We had to keep quiet and mostly cuddled and did some oral. After we had been going at it for about a half an hour, Mary sauntered by as if nothing unusual was happening and went to the bathroom to answer nature's call. 

She came back, and stood in front of us, and yawned. "You wouldn't believe the amazing dreams that I have been having lately!"

Sherri and I just looked at each other and started laughing.

Mary looked at the two of us, "What!" 

Sherri giggled some more, "Come here baby, I'll tell you later."

We had two more hours of fun. 

The overnight Mary had brought also contained fresh underwear and blouses for both women. We showered, dressed, and had breakfast at the hotel breakfast bar. I called Tonya and asked if we could pick up some things in the garage. She said it was OK.

We didn't go into the house; but pulled into the driveway and went to the detached garage. Tonya opened the back door and waved, but never came out. I waved back and unlocked the side door of the garage. I went in and opened the main garage door from the inside. I noticed a few things that Tonya had put in the garage. I picked one up, a lamp, and started for the house. 

Tonya made no effort to come out of the house, but said "You didn't take any lamps, Paul. I thought you might want some." 

I looked down at the lamp. "OK. I'll take the lamps. But I want to know... my lawyer said that you started a separate savings account at another bank. Is this true?"

"Paul, I never wanted to hurt you. I didn't think you would find out."

"Tonya, you're sorry because I found out, and not because you had an affair. Since you didn't answer my question, I'll assume that you did have a secret bank account."

"Paul...."

"It's OK Tonya, my lawyer figured it out, and it was an acceptable loss. It would have taken a lot of time to document what you did. That would have cost a lot of money to figure out. I'm just glad it will be over soon."

"Paul, did the last eight years mean so little to you?"

"Tonya, I'm just tired of fighting with you, I just want it to end." 

I turned around and put the lamp in the van. I went back to the garage and picked up a box of assorted glass frits. When I came out of the garage, the back door to the house was closed and Tonya was gone. Mary, Sherri, and I didn't say much. We carefully loaded up the glass, most of the tools, two small kilns and left. 

We drove out of town, and down Brown River Road. The property I inherited was ten acres that bordered the Brown River, 8 acres of the Brown River floodplain, and 2 acres of a small flat topped hill about 30 feet above the floodplain. The floodplain had about 15 feet of water in it on the worst recorded flood, so I felt very safe on top of the hill. We unloaded the stuff into the shipping container. 

Mary asked if she could use the bathroom, so I let her into the trailer. After going into the trailer, Mary decided that she could hold it until we went back for a second load. I showed Mary and Sherri the 24 holes in the ground, spaced 10 feet apart on a 4 x 6 grid, filled with concrete and metal rods. My workshop was starting to take shape.

We left and stopped at a gas station on the way back. I put $40 in the tank while Mary and Sherri used the restroom at the station. Mary came back to the van with a can of insecticide and told me that she liked being alone in the bathroom. 

We did a second trip to my old home to get more stuff out of the garage. This time we never saw Tonya, just a pitcher of iced tea, an iced tea maker, and a set of six plastic tumblers. There was a note, "I thought you might want these too. Tonya." I knew she was trying to make a peace offering, but I was not about to go up to the door and knock.

We ran the second load to the Farm. I wanted to go to each of them and use the knowledge I had gained to thank them for helping me. When Sherri placed the final box down, I embraced her.

"Thank you for helping me move, Sherri." 




The Contract Ch. 05



She responded, returning the embrace. Our lips locked and then opened to allow for a lingering French kiss. I closed my mind to everything around me, and felt her tongue exploring mine. Then, I heard sobbing. 

We broke our kiss to find Mary collapsed against the wall of the shipping container, barely keeping herself upright. Sherri rushed over to her.

"Baby, it was only a kiss."

"No it wasn't, I'm losing you to him!"

"No Baby, I love you!"

"You can say that now, but after you have his child growing inside you, I'll never be able to compete!"

"But you will also have his child inside of you. We'll be connected by him."

"I know what you're saying, but the blood bond between you two will be stronger than the blood bond between us. I don't want to lose you Sherri! I won't be able to take it!"

Sherri supported Mary as she sobbed. "Paul, please. Find my purse, and bring it here."

I went to the van and brought back the purse. "Good, now hand me the black box."

I opened the purse, and retrieved a box.

Sherri straightened Mary up, and reached for the box. She went down on one knee, and opened the box. "I swear to you Mary, Paul and I will not happen. I want to be with you, for the rest of my life. Lala made these for us before she went out of town. Please take this ring, and be my wife. 

"I don't know Sherri, I didn't know I could have such feeling for a woman as I do with you. This makes it real, but I'm still not sure you won't abandon me."

"But Mary, you do know that and that's what is important. I waited for you to come back when you went to Ben, and I'll be there forever if you'll just say yes. If sharing me is a problem, then we'll only use sperm samples. I'll never be with my sperm donor, if that's what you wish. I want us to become a family, and have children together." 

Mary continued to sob. 

"You don't have to say yes right now, but, please, take the ring. I won't bring up children and will concentrate on your happiness. You know I want children, but I want you more than that. You don't have to say yes, just take the ring. Let me prove that you are the most important person in my life." 

Mary took the ring, and put it on her finger. Sherri removed the second ring, and put it on. They embraced. I had learned a lot last night, about being intimate with a lover. I felt humbled by the tenderness displayed between the two of them.

"Is that better?" Sherri asked. Mary nodded. Once again, I became a spectator, as they merged their souls into each other. 

The rings were amazing. Sherri's sister was a master. A lily motif covered the base of the rings, with a floret extending up to hold the diamond. 

They dropped me off at the hotel. It was early afternoon, and I still had one more thing to do. This would be my last night at the hotel. Tomorrow would be the start of my new life at the farm. My last act was to see how my golden Dojo membership would pan out. 

I usually just paid my Kempo and Kendo fees, but the Gold membership covered all the different clubs at the dojo. I decided to take a 4 hour basic knife skills class. It started at three o'clock, and would last until seven. I showered and got ready.

***** *****

Knife skills my ASS! I know that this Dojo was a cultural center for the Japanese community in our town, but this was NOT what I had expected a basic knife skills class to be. Here I was standing with a pink apron on, cutting up Carrots, Onions, Sweet Potatoes, Tomatoes, and Mushrooms. There was one other guy in the class of twelve, and I felt out of place. Did I mention that this wasn't just a pink apron; this was a pink FRILLY apron!

To make matters worse, the owner's daughter was there, Ran Himaki, right next to me. She made me look like an incompetent fool. Of course, I had never actually HAD a cooking class. Don't get me wrong, with a microwave, I can cook up a bowl of instant Ramen noodles as well as the next guy. But I didn't see myself becoming an Iron Chef. This didn't seem to have much value to me. 

The three lady instructors took the things we chopped and started mixing the ingredients. By six thirty, we were done, and cleaned up our work tables in the kitchen. We were then taken into the dining hall and served a meal made from the things we had chopped up. The hall was just that, a wide hallway with a series of tables against the outside wall. The hall had a series of picture windows all along the outside wall, giving a good view of the sculpted garden. The window faced west, towards Japan. There was a sweet potato soup, a salad, and a noodle pasta main course. 

During the meal, I sat across from Ran. She was slightly taller than the other Japanese women in the class, and comported herself with grace. She was an herbalist, and ran the Pharmacy in the Dojo, offering traditional Japanese medicines to patrons. I knew that Ran was a few years younger than me, but I couldn't remember how many; And NO, I wasn't going to embarrass myself and pry.

"Mr. Beckson, I've heard that you are leaving."

"Miss Himaki, My wife and I are separating. I am just moving out of my house."

"I am sorry that you have to go through such an experience."

We didn't say much, we ate, drank tea, and watched the sunset from the dining hall. Ran excused herself, got up and came back. For most of the meal, we ate in silence and watched the sun go down. When the sun was one diameter away from the horizon, Ran showed me the items she had taken from the pharmacy.

"Mr. Beckson, I have some incense, and a luck charm for a safe journey. Would you care to come with me to the Shrine and pray for your new life?"

We went to the shrine, clapped, rang the bell, placed the charm near an altar, and lit the incense. Each of us bowed our heads, and then we sat just outside the shrine and finished watching the sunset. It was a tranquil way to end my marriage. I never cried, which many people would expect at a loss. I felt more like I was renewing myself. I breathed the cool autumn air, and smelled the scent of fallen leaves about me. The tension, which had come between Tonya and I, started to fall away from me, like I was a tree shedding leaves. Instead of leaves, I was shedding the endless arguments that Tonya and I had gotten into. Over the last three years, and maybe more, we had stopped communicating, and were simply defending our positions. I needed to let go before I would be able to move on.

After the sun had set, Ran went back and retrieved the charm that was placed next to the incense, and gave it to me. I thanked Miss Himaki for the charm, and drove back to the hotel. Considering the last four days of turmoil, I really needed an evening like this.

***** *****

After Paul left, Ran went back into the pharmacy. She removed all the white extra large aprons from the closet, and took them back into the kitchen. Paul had comported himself well during the knife skills workshop, even about wearing a pink frilly apron. She remembered him as a strong and peaceful man, and she had to know if he had changed. The gossip in the Himaki ladies bath was constant, and Ran only had to soak for a half hour to hear everything that was going on around town. She knew of the fight, and Paul losing his job. She also knew that he had asked the Kendo team to help him load up a U-Haul.

Ran met Paul when he joined the Dojo. Paul was a freshman in high school, and Ran was a 5th grader. She had slipped and fell that year, twisting her ankle on the way home from elementary school. Paul was on the way to the Dojo, and found her. She remembered the strong young man carrying her home. She was now 26 years old, a full grown woman.

She now knew that Paul was about to become available. She had heard Paul's name come up several times as a Kempo and Kendo Instructor. She didn't know how her father would take it, but she felt that Paul had a chance. 

She smiled, "He may be the one."

***** *****

Kenji Himaki was puzzled by a class roster that day. His daughter had signed up for an elementary cooking class. He decided to stay around and walk in the garden that night. Ran had the course when she was 12 years old, and was a good cook. He sat on an inconspicuous bench and saw Ran and Paul going up to the shrine together. Paul had kept his distance, and was respectful of his precious Ran. "Aah, so that's it."

Kenji had three children, two boys and a girl. Ran was the youngest, and was his treasure. His two sons grew up, and left home for their careers, one became stock broker in New York, and the other started a software company in Silicon Valley. 

Ran came later and grew up a tomboy. She loved American food. Pizzas, Cheeseburgers, Chicken fried steak became her staple. At home, she ate traditional Japanese food, but she relished going out. Her high activity kept her thin, even though she drank three cartons of milk every day a lunch. When she entered puberty, the milk, sold to the school by the lowest bidder and loaded with dairy lactation hormones, started to have an effect on Ran. 

It's been said the average American breast has grown a cup size in the last two decades. Ran easily surpassed the average and her hips flared out to give her an abundant hourglass figure, which, in Japan, would be called Bon Kyu Bon. By the time she was a freshman in high school; Kenji started to worry about his daughter embracing the American lifestyle a little too much, and became worried about the too abundant figure. 

He took drastic action. During the spring break of her freshman year, he sent her to live with his cousin in Kyoto. The school year in Japan start at the end of March, and Ran failed to place in any of the upper level high schools. She repeated her freshman year at a junior high, and was sent to cram school. Ran was angry for having to repeat her freshman year, but mostly angry at herself for not scoring high marks on the entrance tests. 

When Ran started school, she immediately noticed the difference between her body and the slender bodies of the other girls. She felt self conscious and adopted the much lower fat diet of her classmates. Her body responded but the hormones that slipped through the American dairy system had many permanent results, which caused boys around her to lust after her. Even after shrinking, her breasts settled into a generous American C cup size, or, with the finer metric graduations, a Japanese E cup. Ran's figure screamed that she was a kitsune, a vixen. 

Classes were difficult, and she ended up going after school to a second school, a cram school designed to get her into the elite high schools. The year paid off, and Ran spent three years at a premier high school. Her hot Americanized body made tutors out of almost every boy in the school. Ran kept her distance as best she could, because she knew that she was going back to the Ozarks one day.

At first she hated her father for sending her away, but she ended up embracing the culture of her ancestors, and found much to improve at the Himaki cultural center back in the Ozarks. She spent four years at Tokyo University studying herbal medicine before returning home.

Kenji was pleased with the change in his daughter. She left a wild tomboy, and came back a graceful woman. Ran came back and dove into making the cultural center the best in the United Stated. Now, it seemed, she had fallen in love. Kenji knew he would need to know more about this man that Ran had feelings for. 

***** Monday 10/23/2006 *****

I checked out of the hotel and went to the farm with some bug bombs. I put three in the trailer, set them off, and left to meet Tonya at the bank. We had instructions from Carol and Tonya's lawyer on what we were to do today. Tonya was to put in a "sell" order for her stock, and have the entire amount put into my account. The stock was more than I was supposed to get. Once we had the total amount, we had a formula to figure out how much money I needed to transfer back into the joint fund. This gave Tonya instant access to the funds that she would have. 

We did a lot of going into one office, talking to one guy, signing a few forms and then being sent to another office. We signed paperwork to refinance the house, and put it in Tonya's name. When our lawyers showed up, we broke for lunch. We went to different restaurants across from the bank, Tonya and her lawyer had Italian, Carol and I had Mexican. We went back and spent another hour running through paperwork until everything was complete for today. The final paperwork would be done on Friday.

I went back to the farm. This afternoon would be spent cleaning and scrubbing down the trailer. I opened every door and window to air out the bug bombs and went back into town for supplies. When I returned, every piece of furniture came out and all the floors were either scrubbed or shampooed. Finally the walls were scrubbed down. I got the bedroom put back together just before going to the dojo for my first lesson in Jujitsu.

The Dojo had four forms of martial arts, Kempo , Jujitsu, Kendo, and Kyudo. Kempo is direct force, which is punches and kicks, and is mainly derived form Kung Fu. Jujitsu is indirect force, which involves throws and hand locks, which includes Judo and Aikido techniques. Kempo is a hard technique, and Jujitsu is a soft technique. Kendo is sword fighting using bamboo blades, Kyudo is archery. I had originally started out learning Tae Kwon Do version of Karate. I switched to the Himaki Dojo to do swordplay. I switched to Kempo, the Dojo's form of hard techniques at the same time.

This was not all that this Dojo had. The Himaki dojo was a cultural focal point, and included other arts. Tea Ceremony, Calligraphy, Japanese, Flower Arranging, Asian Cooking, and Tradition Musical Instruments were taught also. 

The Dojo was placed over a hot spring found by Takumi Himaki in 1905. Takumi was the son of Ambassador Himaki, sent to procure weapons during the Meiji Restoration in 1866. The Himaki family was a highly ranked clan in service to the emperor. The ambassador could have sent for a dozen women from Japan of high clan rank for Takumi to choose his wife from, but Takumi chose Charesse Dean, an American woman of French decent. He was on a family vacation, and traversed a creek in the Ozarks when he felt the water change in temperature. He had felt this same change in his native Japan, and knew what it meant. Takumi went back to New York, and invested money heavily in the stock market. In 1926, Takumi pulled all of his money out of the market, to retire in the Ozarks. He traced the spring back to its source, and went about purchasing the land. 

I live in Quartz Springs, Arkansas, a small town of about 7000 people, but at least 1000 of them are of Japanese decent. Weird, don't you think? It has to do with the interment camps during World War II. Over 19,000 American citizens of Japanese decent were interned in two camps in Arkansas, Rohwer, and Jerome. Some of the families that were living in different parts of the country bonded in these interment camps. Many liked the Arkansas climate, which is similar to the mountains of Japan, and which also have hot springs. The Himaki family made many contacts and once World War II ended, a group of thirty four families decided to come to the Ozarks to live near the Himaki hot spring. These families had other members in other parts of the country, who, in turn, decided to move here too. With a huge base of families to work with, the Himaki family built a shrine near the hot spring they discovered, and the rest is history. 

I had not worn a white belt in 15 years, but here I was, learning soft techniques in a beginner class. We trained on the basic forms for most of the day, a prescribed series of movements, sometimes called Kata. My first day went well; At least I thought it did.

After dinner I rented a U-haul truck and six members of the Kendo club helped me empty out the rest of the garage. I ended up packing 30 feet of the forty foot shipping container solid with stuff. I thanked the team and returned the truck. I was glad that the bedroom was at least finished in the trailer, I was exhausted.

***** Tuesday 10/24/2006 *****

I set up the rest of the trailer, and organized the shipping container. I had moved all my clothes first, and they were now twenty feet behind all sorts of things. By the end of the day, I had a thin hallway going all the way to the rear of the shipping container.

***** Wednesday 10/25/2006 *****

WHAM! I was flat on my back again. I had pissed off the Sensei big time. 

"And that waza is called yoko goshi gatame, or the side hip lock, which is required for a second degree Brown belt. OK, Mr. Black Belt in Kempo, come at me again."

He was not holding anything back, and was destroying me. Many boys want to go into martial arts because it's cool to hit things. The hard techniques tend to get four times the enrollment as the soft techniques. This instructor was taking it upon himself to demonstrate how the soft techniques were superior to the hard ones. I was the focus of all of his anger of having children choose Kempo over Jujitsu. My God, this was my second day in class! 

WHAM! I was getting used to looking at the ceiling. I looked over at the other white belts watching the Sensei rip me apart. They were glad that it was me, and not them.

"That waza is called uki otoshi, or the floating body drop, which is a requirement for a second degree black belt. Your Crane techniques are no match for me!"

What is this? I was now living some sort of cheesy Kung Fu movie! I did use two crane moves just then, but that was not all that I had used. Oh, well. At least I was working my way up to more difficult throws. I looked over at the clock, nine more minutes. The class would end in nine more minutes. Come on Paul. Just keep it together for nine more minutes.

***** *****

Mr. Sato was frustrated with Paul. He could not tell anyone about the struggle he was having. He had given Paul several openings to take him down, so that Paul would save face, but Paul would simply return to a defensive stance, and allow Mr. Sato to recompose himself. Sato finally figured out that Paul would not allow the head Sensei in Jujitsu to lose face in front of the class to a white belt. Paul would continue to block and respond, forcing Mr. Sato to use more and more difficult techniques to defeat him. Paul was learning at a record pace.

Just stay down, I don't want to hurt you any more than I have to. Stay down. No! Don't get up! Think of something to say. I have to delay this. 

"Your Crane Techniques are no match for me!"

Heavens, how corny can you get? Nine minutes, there are only nine more minutes of class left. Please Mr. Beckson, just stay down on the next one.

***** *****

All the white belts are supposed to clean up the dojo after class. The other students let me lay on my back, as they cleaned up the practice hall. 

I staggered into the locker room and went into the bath. I simply sat on the stool for a while before turning on the shower. After I did manage to wash off my body, I poured myself into the soaking pool. I was barely conscious. 

I heard a yelp, and opened my eyes. There was Ben Everson, all spindly 5 foot 9 inches of him. 

"Hello Ben, it's OK. Come on in."

"Are you sure Paul?"

"Ben, I really don't care what happens to Tonya anymore. Right now I would hurt myself if I tried to hit you. You see this ring finger. That's the only part of my body that doesn't hurt right now."

"What happened?"

"I told Mr. Sato, my Jujitsu instructor, that I was just here to get a yellow belt. I think I insulted him. Remind me never to say "just a yellow belt" ever again. Did you know that there are over thirty two different throws that you have to learn in order to get a black belt in Jujitsu? I think the Mountain Storm Throw sounds the coolest, what do you think?"




The Contract Ch. 05



"I wouldn't know Paul."

"So Ben, what are you doing here at the dojo?"

"Taiko Drumming, I'm one of the instructors."

He sat on one of the stools and lathered himself up. I looked at him, and noticed a red mark on his butt. 

"So, I see that Tonya told you to get tested."

He washed off and came into the soaking pool.

"Yeah, I got it too. Tell me, did they pull out a long....."

I nodded. "Hurt didn't it?"

He nodded. "Paul, she lied to me. She told me that she was already in the process of divorcing you. I thought you had been served eight months ago in February. She said the divorce was coming, but the paperwork was dragging behind. I found out she had not told the truth when she had you served at the football game. Do you know that she also wanted us to leave Quartz Springs high school, and go to Batesville."

I held up my hand. "Don't care. Don't want to care. She's from Batesville, so that makes sense." 

I let out a deep breath. Maybe I did care, a little. Batesville was 35 miles away. Tonya switching schools to her home town would put her in a AAAA School district. She didn't want to stay at a AAA High school like Quartz Springs. She had ambitions. 

"Well Ben, she was divorcing me, but she never told me she was. She had a man hating bitch for a lawyer, and was planning on royally screwing me. My lawyer turned it against her. Tonya ended up getting fucked by her lawyer's tricks, but she'll be OK."

We sat there silently for a few minutes. 

"So, are you going to marry Tonya?"

"I broke it off as soon as she came back to the stadium. We're not seeing each other right now."

"What?"

"Yeah, she lied to me. She told me she wanted me to move in with her immediately. This has all happened too quickly, and I demanded a cooling off period. I wanted her to get her head on straight before I commit to anything with her. I don't trust her."

I nodded. I understood what he meant about trust. 

"Just remember this Ben. You would be marrying a woman who was unfaithful to her first husband. She really needs to prove to you that she won't get the seven year itch on you." 

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that a lot."

We didn't say much after that. I finally got out and started to leave. 

"My god, you really did get worked over!"

"Yeah, I can't wait until my third day of class." 

***** Thursday 10/26/2006 ***** 

I didn't go out of the trailer. I managed to make ramen noodles, twice. 

A crew came up and knocked on the door. They were going to work on the slab for the workshop. They made a lot of noise, and then they went away.

***** At the Dojo *****

The room was quiet as Mr. Sato entered the room and knelt.

"Mr. Sato, what is your evaluation? 

"Mr. Himaki, his training is good, but he lacks flexibility especially in his left shoulder. The rigidity is pretty typical for someone using hard techniques. He has strong wrists, probably from his two sword fighting style in Kendo. He is very respectful of his superiors, never telegraphs his moves, is patient with others, and is very tenacious. Overall, he has the making of a champion, and would make an incredible instructor for the dojo. 

Mr. Sato looked over at Ran Himaki, who was pouring tea for the two of them to drink. There was no expression on Ran's face. She finished pouring the tea, returned to a corner of the room, and sat. Mr. Sato continued.

"By the time Mr. Beckson has completed the minimum requirement of two months of training as a white belt, he will probably have successfully demonstrated the Waza for the first five levels. He will have to wait three months as a yellow belt to obtain the orange belt. It takes a minimum of three years to obtain a black belt, but he will have to actually desire the black belt to get it. I have no idea why he only wants a yellow belt."

Kenji Himaki leaned forward. "We can offer him a Junior Instructor position for Kempo, and Kendo, but he will not have enough classes to add him full time to the Dojo. He was given a six month membership, so we think we will have to offer him a full time position before that. Can we count on you?"

Mr. Sato shook his head, "Not with an orange belt. In two years, if he acquires a brown belt, yes. But I can not make him a junior instructor in six months. You will have to find something else for him to do. What about running the Kyudo hall?"

"He has no training there either." 

Kenji Himaki picked up his tea, and took a sip. He had expected Mr. Sato's response to be exactly that. He had hoped Ran had heard enough. Ran had Kyudo experience. She even competed while she went to High school, and at Tokyo University. Ran could train him in Kyudo, if she wanted him around full time. He decided to give Ran a little push.

"Ran."

"Yes father."

"After his next Jujitsu lesson, I want you to examine Mr. Beckson's left shoulder. Report your findings to Mr. Sato, and charge any medication to my account." 

"As you wish, father." As Ran bowed, she smiled.

***** Friday 10/27/2006 *****

I woke to the sound of machinery. The building people had a trencher and dug eight inch slits joining each of yesterday's holes. Metal rods were going into the slits, and metal forms were going up around the edge. I was told that the concrete slab would be poured today. I left to get away from the noise. 

There was a short stop at the bank, Tonya and I finalized the transfer of the house and refinanced the loan into her name. I was now separated completely from Tonya. 

I spent most of the afternoon at the glass supply store, talking to Eddy. I was in limbo in terms of getting back to anything with the glass. I did show Eddy the pattern block that I had made, and the pot melt results. The pattern block was good, but the pot melt sucked. I talked to Eddy about how to get started in the craft business.

I went back to the farm at four, only to be blocked by cement trucks trying to get in. I drove back into town. I thought about calling Mary and talking to her, but she would be at the football game with her son Jason. I didn't think Mary would appreciate me taking Sherri out to dinner. I didn't want to go to the football game. I had no interest in seeing Tonya's drill team, or Ben's marching band. 

I ended up having a beer and barbeque. The place was deserted; most people were at the homecoming game. I took my time.

I felt alone, very alone. The last two days I had been alone. Sure I had talked to Eddy, but I had not talked to my friends at work in a week. My wife was gone. I was required to stop training in Kempo and switch to Jujitsu, for my anger management requirements, so those friends were gone. I still had Kendo, but I had passed on Thursday's class because I was too beaten up. If the Sempai Sato didn't let up on me, Kendo would be out, too.

The country music at the barbeque switched to a song about losing your woman. The music wasn't helping at all. I thought I was handling this well, but it was starting to hit me how alone I was. Mary was right, I would take a few days before this whole thing would hit home. Right now, I needed someone to talk to, and there was no one. 

The next thing I knew Richard was standing at my table and reaching his hand in to shake mine. He sat down and we talked. But it was more like I listened. I was happy to hear a friendly voice. Richard eventually slipped me the numbers of two women at the company who were very concerned about me. Wow! Women were giving me their numbers, without me even asking for them! My ego was given a huge boost. 

***** Halftime at Stadium ******

The band and the drill team watched as the away team marched on the field, Mary Brooks picked up another case of Sprite and Coke and placed them into a washtub. Once the bottom of the tub was filled, Mary dumped the cooler of ice on top. Her job would be to hand out drinks to the band and drill team members after they did their show. She looked over at the float, and a tear ran down her face. 

Seventeen years ago, she was seventeen years old. Mary was on one of those floats, and she had been first runner up as homecoming queen. These were happy memories of that night. She also had the memory of what changed her life that night. Seventeen years ago, Jimmy Brooks, the all county linebacker, made love to her in the bed of his pickup at Arrow Point, and they conceived their son Jason. She spent most of her senior year, receiving condemning looks from her classmates. When Mary graduated in May, she was seven months pregnant. Mary had a June wedding and a July delivery.

Mary would not have an abortion. She felt it was a horrible thing to end a life. All the people she thought were friends treated her like she had the plague. She was abandoned, and ridiculed for doing what she felt was right. Jimmy seemed immune to the scorn. Many friends gave him high fives for showing how virile he was. Jimmy's parents paid for the engagement ring, which he gave her on Christmas Eve. Even with the engagement ring on, Mary was a scum in the eyes of the student body.

It had been a hard life, living in the garage apartment of her parent's home. Jimmy went to work as an auto mechanic, and didn't help much with Jason. She felt ashamed of her pregnancy, but loved her child. When she went to the grocery store to buy food, she felt that all eyes were staring at her, condemning her as a slut. Her mother stepped in, and started going to the store for her. Mary stayed home, and didn't venture out of the apartment for almost two years.

Jimmy would come home, and watch TV, waiting for Jason to fall asleep. He would then rut into his wife until he had ejaculated, and then go back to watching TV. Mary became a pleasure doll for him, and he expected sex to only be about his gratification. The only love bond that Mary had was with Jason, especially as he suckled on her breasts. She felt that she was the only one who cared about her son and vowed to keep him safe. She would never abandon her son, like her friends had abandoned her. Breast feeding Jason became the time when Mary nourished her own soul.

Finally, Mary's mother convinced her to earn a college degree at night.. Her mother babysat Jason two nights a week, for four years. When Jason was in the first and second grade, Mary switched to day classes. After earning her degree, it took Mary another eight months to pass the CPA exam. She'd done it. Mary Brooks was now a Certified Public Accountant and started to come out of her shell of misery.

It was while studying for the CPA exam that Mary caught Jimmy cheating for the first time. She took him back, but swore not to get off the pill until her career as an accountant had been established. She suspected that he'd been running around on her the entire marriage, but had no proof. Twice more Jimmy strayed. Twice more Mary forgave, but never forgot.

In a last ditch effort to save her marriage, Mary gave in to Jimmy's pleadings, and agreed to have a three way with another woman. Jimmy brought home Sherri Grey, and the three enjoyed themselves. The following week, Jimmy set up a second encounter, but had to work late. When he got home, he silently watched the two make love before entering. Jimmy found out that both Mary and Sherri had faked every orgasm with him, and that ended their marriage. 

Mary used Ben as a rebound lover, and contracted Chlamydia. She went back to Sherri, and Sherri opened her heart to her. Mary's talk about nursing Jason turned on Sherri's biological clock, and now Sherri longed for a baby. Mary responded by pretending to be her child, and once again, breast feeding became the time that Mary nourished her soul.

Mary reached into her bag, retrieved a thick rubber right glove and put it on. The glove insulated her hand from the cold when she reached into the tub to grab a soft drink. She paused and looked at the ring that Sherri had given her six days ago. Less than two years ago, Mary thought that she was a heterosexual woman. While she still hadn't said "Yes" to Sherri, she was getting more and more used to the thought that she was going to have a female life partner instead of a male. She still had not talked to her mother, or any of her friends. The only sole who knew was Paul.

Once again, she was afraid of the condemning eyes that would glare at her. The homecoming brought back the shame that she had felt in her senior year.. It was going to happen again. This time she might not have her mother to help her through it. This time the entire town might turn their backs on her as a lesbian. 

Tomorrow was a big day for Mary; she was going shopping with her mother. Her mother knew that she was living with a roommate, but thought it was a platonic relationship. Unlike her son Jason, Mary's mother would understand the significance of the ring she was wearing. Mary wasn't expecting to get much shopping done. She was worried about how her mother would act. Her mother had done so much to help her raise Jason, and it was tearing her apart to think that her mother might turn her back on her. 

"Bitch."

The voice was low, but she had heard it. Mary was knocked out of her train of thought. "What did you say?"

Mary turned in the direction of the voice, and saw Tonya.

"You heard me the first time, Traitor."

Tonya had accused her of stabbing her in the back, but Mary knew she had done the right thing. In Mary's eyes, Tonya became every friend that had abandoned her that last year of high school. This time, Mary would not shrink away. She would fight back for what she felt was right.

"Tell me Tonya, would you call me that if Paul was the one having an affair, and I had come to you?"

Tonya was frozen. 

"I see. I actually liked both of you, and I would have ratted either of you out. I don't like cheaters. My ex cheated on me at least three times."

"You almost cost me my job." Tonya was still talking in a low voice, trying to make this look like a casual conversation.

"And you're actions caused Paul to lose his. There is no comparison here, Tonya."

"Paul is keeping something big from me, and I want you to find out what it is. My lawyer told me that he had set up a trap for me."

"Oh, so you want to know about the bonus check?"

"What did he cheat me out of, Mary?"

"Nothing Tonya, Paul actually never received the bonus check until after the annulment. So you have no claim to it, if your lawyer would have slowed down instead speeding up the annulment, you might have gotten part of it. Besides Tonya, you made out well, from what I hear."

"That's not true, I got bent over and screwed."

"I'll trade you settlements right now, Tonya."

"What?" 

"You heard me, I was married for sixteen years Tonya, I will trade you everything I got for everything that you got."

For the second time, Tonya was frozen. 

"One year ago, I got a two year old Volkswagen Jetta with a ten thousand dollar loan on it, two thousand dollars in credit card debt, and four thousand in cash. I ended up leaving my marriage with eight thousand dollars of debt. Now, before you EVEN accuse me of going after either Ben OR Paul, I want you to look at this!"

Mary held up her left hand, and showed off her engagement ring. She was now proud to be Sherri's partner. Tonya had given her the courage to face her mother, and tell her everything. Mary pulled off the glove, reached into her bag, and pulled out her cell phone. She punched the speed dial. 

After a few seconds Tonya could clearly hear Mary say, "Honey, I love you, with all my heart, and the answer is YES! I will marry you!"

Tonya was crushed. She was hurting over the loss of both Ben and Paul. She wanted someone to sympathize over her situation. She had become angry that no one would listen to her side of the story, and had lashed out at Mary. Mary had it far worse that she did, and was not giving her an ounce of sympathy. Worse than that, Mary had filled her life with someone she truly cared about, and was rubbing it in Tonya's face. Tonya shrank away, and went back to her drill team.

***** *****

Ben watched the little encounter between Mary and Tonya, and was happy that someone else was giving Tonya grief about what she did. If he was going to connect up with Tonya ever again, she would have to learn to respect the feelings of the man she was with. She was smothering herself in self pity, and denying any responsibly for failure of her marriage. 

He thought they had a chance, but he could not start a relationship on deception. He had to break it off. She would have to come clean, and then he might be, and that was a big might be, able to start it up again. The trust was gone, and now he took Tonya's words with the same regard as one of his students when they forgot their homework.

He was tired of the life of casual sex, he was able to get pussy any time he wanted it. What he wanted now, was a wife and a family. Ben was a musician, and before being a high school band director, he was a bass player in several rock bands. Besides being a musician, Ben was also extremely well endowed. He would have the groupies begging to take another slide down his pole.

He had all the women he wanted, but no security. He had learned the hard way, the difference between a musician and a large pizza was that the pizza could actually feed a family of four.

His final stint lasted three years with a local band that never made it out of the college circuit. They had a CD and tried to get a larger national following but had failed. He did get his pick of women every night. They would flock to him and open their mouths and their legs. He had contracted an STD a few times, but had been careful and very lucky. 

After a threadbare summer tour, the bottom fell out the rock band, Azure Heart, three years ago. Three of the five members had contracted permanent STD's. Two had genital herpes, and Ricky, the drummer, tested positive for HIV. Ben was one of the two that had dodged a bullet. Within three months Ricky came down with full blown AIDS. His health slipped away quickly, and was barely able to make it to the band's final concert, a tribute and fundraiser for him. Ben remembered playing his heart out at that concert. That concert was considered the best concert Azure Heart ever put on.

For the past three years, Ben had been a high school band director. It didn't pay very well, but it was a living. Other than the tribute concert, Ben had started to live a more normal life, and wanted to find a special someone to share it with. 

He tried to hook up with the single parents of his students, considering it less hazardous than being on the road. It wasn't. He contracted Chlamydia. Word got around that Ben was a "Big Man", and divorcees came running to him, but not for marriage. He became a novelty for the women to sample, and pass on. Many had sex with him, just to humiliate their ex with how they were now getting it from a "Big Man". Worse still, one woman had laughed in his face at the thought of getting married to him. That woman got a larger alimony check each month than Ben made as a teacher. She'd lose her meal ticket and that was out of the question.

Ben was a novelty act to these women. He didn't want to go back to the life on the road. He wanted a normal life. He wanted to meet a woman, fall in love and marry her. He thought he'd found it in Tonya. She was amazing and her husband didn't appreciate her. It was a dream come true when he comforted Tonya about her dissolving marriage, and she told him that she was falling in love with him. When he learned of the impending divorce, he thought he'd be a part of a husband-wife team, working together, sharing in their accomplishments. He felt led on and used by this two-timer, just like the other women who just wanted to have the experience of a big man between their legs. When she said she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, he thought she was telling the truth, but now, he wasn't sure.




The Contract Ch. 05



The look she gave me was one of those hard and intimidating ones that some women can pull off quite well. Susan had it down pat. I was actually a bit nervous at that point wondering what she was capable of.

"Look, you don't know the whole story obviously."

"Yes I do. I got it out of Sam a while back. Your wife, Becky, hired her to have you fall in love with her. Becky was afraid that you were going to do something stupid after she passed, and she wanted to ensure that you lived a happy and full life after she was gone. She had a life insurance policy you didn't know about, and Sam was to get the proceeds of that upon completion of a certain time period. Paid in four even installments. Sam had gotten the first installment the day before the funeral."

"So. What do you expect me to do then? I won't go running to her and forgive her. She did it all for the money and I can't believe that she ever truly loved me. Besides, I'm not so sure she'd talk to me now anyway. After the way we parted, I don't think she would have anything good to say to me, if she would see me even."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

Her question seemed off to me. I wasn't sure what she wanted to know.

"Why can't you see yourself in love with Sam? She's a great person, beautiful, sexy, loving, and intelligent. She would make the perfect spouse...better half for any man. Why can you bring yourself to love her and accept her as she is? She is honest...no matter what you may think. Ask yourself why Becky chose Sam in the end? Ask yourself why Becky ended up loving Sam like a sister? Sam has great qualities. You...on the other hand..."

"It always comes back to me doesn't it? My daughter said the same thing. I've disappointed her it seems. Why dad won't live happily ever after with the prostitute is beyond her too. My sons also as a matter of fact. Seems that everyone in the world that knows me anyway, thinks that I'm an asshole."

"If the shoe fits..."

"She lied to me."

"Your wife lied to you...your wife set up the whole deal. Sam told me she wanted to tell you a million times...even before you two started having sex. Becky talked her out of it every single time."

"I should believe the words of a liar?"

"I'm not a liar John. Sam told me all about it each time she tried to tell you. She'd come over to my place troubled about it and we'd talk. She is my friend. She was very troubled about the whole idea of how she was brought into your life. Becky told her that she hoped you could forgive her if you ever found out the truth. Obviously, your wife put far more faith in you than was deserved."

"Leave my wife out of this."

"Your wife is the reason you met Sam to begin with. YOU are the reason she's shacked up like a hermit...I think that she's not eating right...not looking good...matter of fact, if I don't miss my guess, I think she's trying to starve herself to death. Over some worthless ass like you."

There it was again. Getting called a worthless ass was getting old to me. I had to ask myself though...was I acting like that? Hearing that she was starving herself to death struck me to the core. Suddenly I realized that if I lost her, I would have nobody left in the world. That thought hit home harder than I liked. It was at that point that I realized that I still loved her.

"I see that you didn't argue with me this time."

"What?"

"You didn't argue that you weren't a worthless asshole. Must have done some thinking so far then huh?"

"Where can I find her?"

"Why?"

"Look lady, you came to me. You wanted me to go to her and talk to her. No you're not going to tell me?"

"I'm not so sure I want you to know where she lives now...I'm not sure I want you talking to her. If you have some idea of hurting her more than you already have I won't be a part of it. On the other hand, if you have come to some kind of realization that you do still love her and want to try to fix things between you..."

"Where'd you get the idea that I came to some kind of realization the I'd still love her?"

"God...men are so stupid at times. It's written all over your face. You've been fighting it ever since you found out...like you can't or shouldn't be in love with an escort. She's a person too. A real, live, blood and spirit woman who can and does love you, in spite of yourself."

"Where does she live...please. Look...I have acted...poorly. It's just everything that happened, and how it all happened...hit me hard...too sudden."

She looked at me hard for a bit...then reluctantly gave me Samantha's address.

"If you hurt her...believe me buster...I know some people who owe me big time...you'll get to the other side in a long and painful way...just so you know. I'm serious about that too."

I could see she was. I had a chill go through me as she spoke. She was deadly serious. Of course, I didn't know where this was all going...but I felt I needed to talk to Samantha and try to see where we stood with each other now.

If you are asking...yes...I still loved her. In spite of everything, I had found that I couldn't get her out of my mind...or my heart. I had been sleepless night after night dreaming of her. When I wasn't thinking of Becky I was thinking of her. I had been torturing myself for months now. It was time to fix things right.

Susan had given me Sam's phone number. As she left she hugged me tight. 

"You could overcome this worthless asshole stuff you know. I think that once you figure out how to accept Sam you'll do just fine. Just don't hurt her...I meant what I said a bit ago."

"I saw that in your eyes. I won't hurt her intentionally. I'm not sure what she'll think of me now though."

"Give her time. Go easy and take your time. Be honest above all. Don't hold back on your feelings or how you feel."

"You know how I feel then?"

"John I told you...it's written all over your face. Face it buddy...you love her...in spite of yourself."

Her voice was hesitant on the phone. She sounded tired. 

"Hello?"

"Hi. Its me...John. Don't hang up...please...Samantha...please hold on."

Silence.

Then, after a bit...

"What do you want John?"

"Can we get together and talk. You and I?"

"What's there to talk about John. You were pretty clear that you wanted me out of your life that day."

"Look...I've been wrong...about a lot of stuff. Can we just get together and talk some...please?"

"Okay. Let's say we meet at...the park on Fourth Ave. this afternoon at say...three?"

"The park on Fourth Avenue. I'll be there at three sharp. Um...where exactly?"

"There's a bench by the pond on the North side. Follow the path from the parking lot. You can't miss it."

As I drove over to the park that afternoon I wondered what I'd find? Would we be able to fix things or had I tossed it all away now? I found the closer I got to my destination, the more nervous I felt. I was still not sure how much I loved Samantha, or if I could overcome her past and the deceit that had happened. I was angry...a bit at Becky and a bit at Samantha for having messed with me as they had. Even if it had all been for me and to help me...I still had some issues to resolve. 

Arriving at the park I saw that I was the only car in the lot. It was empty. The day was quite hot of course, but I would have figured that there would have been kids all over the place. Maybe there weren't a lot of kids in this neighborhood.

Walking around the park I found the bench I believed to be the one Samantha had told me about. Sitting down, I looked around carefully, not seeing anyone at all. Had she stood me up then? I sat there for about ten minutes and was about to get up and leave when I saw her shadow fall across the bench.

I turned to see Samantha...but a different looking Samantha than I had ever seen before. She looked thinner, and pale. Her eyes had large circles around them, and she was dressed like she was afraid of getting cold or something.

"Hi."

She said nothing. Sitting beside me she just looked off and was silent.

"Are you going to talk to me at all Samantha?"

Still silence reigned.

Frustrated I was about to get up and leave. I had gotten her on time, waited patiently, and then when she had shown up...finally, she refused to talk to me. 

"Wait. I just need a moment to collect myself. Seeing you...I wasn't prepared as much as I thought I was John."

So I sat. Quietly looking at her...or trying to, as she had turned away from me now. I saw her dabbing a hanky to her eyes time to time...obviously trying to gain control over her emotions. I felt real bad now...as if I hadn't before...knowing that I was the cause of her state.

A little bit went by...maybe twenty minutes. I had reached out to put my arm around her, but the instant I touched her shoulder with my hand, she stiffened so much I feared that she was about to jump and run. I pulled back my arm and sat a bit stiffly now myself.

"So...you wanted to talk then?"

"Yes. Are you okay Samantha?"

"Fine. I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Say what you have to say John. Get it over with."

I sat there realizing that she must have figured that I was here to make our break final and forever. I felt worse now than I had. I was unsure where this would lead, and I was a bit afraid of how she'd react to me now too. Finally I plunged ahead.

"Look, a while back I was harsh towards you. Far harder than I had a right to be. I was hurt...yes...but I should have given you a chance. Instead, I pushed you out of my life. Ever since I've been...tormented. If I'm not thinking about Becky I'm thinking about you. My kids won't come see me any more...my daughter hasn't talked to me in over two months now. I'm miserable. Terribly miserable. I want it to all go away...but I can't fix this by myself. I need you Samantha. I know that now. I love you and need you in my life."

Nothing. Her shoulders were shaking, a silent sign of the pain I had rendered her.

"I'm not sure what to do Samantha. I love you and I've treated you rottenly. I have no right to ask you back into my life again...even if you wanted to. Everyone is mad at me because of what I did to you. I couldn't see how much you loved me...until it was too late."

Still nothing. Her shoulders had stopped shaking at least. Feeling that I may have made some headway at last...I started again.

"Samantha...I was wrong to ask you to leave. I was wrong to not trust and believe you when you told me that you did love me. I was wrong to think that you did it only for the money. Becky had shown me in so many ways how much you loved me and I refused to allow myself to believe it. Can you forgive me?"

So softly I hardly heard her, she spoke. Never looking at me, just speaking out in the direction she was looking in.

"What is it you want John?"

"What is it I want? I want you. I want you Samantha. I know I love you...I can't get you out of my mind. I want you to be with me...forever." "And if I don't come to you or feel the same way, what then?"

"But...you told me you loved me that day...even after I sent you away...I thought you loved me. Were you acting then? I talked to my daughter, my boys, and Susan...they all claim that you love me. Did you lie to all of them then? Don't you love me? Look me in my eyes and tell me you don't love me Samantha. Look at me!"

Turning slowly, so slowly I wasn't sure at first she was turning towards me, she tore her eyes from her hands and brought them to mine. Red rimmed from crying, she was still beautiful as I remembered. Not really healthy as she had been...but still hauntingly beautiful.

"I still love you...but you hurt me John. I can't trust that you won't hurt me again, whether in a few minutes or days...I can't take being hurt again. If you're here to just get even by acting like you love me now, and then plan on dumping me in some kind of sick get even agenda...just get up and leave. I'll not come with you that easily, nor will I allow you to hurt me anymore."

I saw fire in her eyes as she started to talk. The longer she went, the louder she got. By the end she was almost shouting. I sat there unsure what to say now. We had both been hurt with all the revelations about our whole time together, and we both had demons now too.

"I don't want to hurt you Samantha. I came here hoping to fix things between us. Maybe, if you were willing, to try and start over. I was wrong about so many things. I listened to that old damned asshole lawyer instead of my heart. I should have known that Becky wouldn't have picked out someone not fit to be with me. I should have seen that you truly did love me. I should have known that you'd do the right thing by me and for Becky too. I'm ashamed of how I've acted...and I am telling you now...from my heart...I do love you...and I do want you in my life...forever."

"I can't come to you like nothing's happened now. I want to believe you John...but so much happened...it's been months...I'm not sure that I should trust you...now."

"Could we try a date? Just you and me, out for dinner...maybe?"

"I don't know..."

"I'm trying Samantha...I really am. I messed up big time...I have no excuse. None at all. All I can do is try to get us back together, and the only thing I can think of is a date. Don't you want to try...at all anymore? Did I shove you away forever then?"

"I...I just don't know John. I want to believe you, that you are being honest with me and that you're not playing a game...but all this time and nothing from you...until today. I'm a bit confused."

"Susan came over and talked to me last night. She was quite...forceful with me. I can assure you I am not playing a game. I'm serious. Serious as hell."

"Susan saw you last night? She talked to you?"

"Yeah...she was worried about you...called me up, and then got me to meet with her. She read me the riot act...called me...well it seems that there is one thing everyone agrees on when talking about me anyway...she called me a worthless asshole. Not like I hadn't heard that...a lot lately...but coming from someone I didn't know...and with such an attitude...it got through to me."

"Susan called you a worthless asshole? Susan? Wow."

"Yeah. She was quite...straightforward with me too. Look, I'm not sure what to say here Samantha. I want us to get past this and move on...I want you in my life. I want to love you and have you with me every night when I get home, or go to bed, or get up in the morning...I want you to share my life with me. I need you. Without Becky and without you...I'm not even half a man."

"Susan called you a worthless asshole...man...that's a first."

"She threatened me too. Told me that if I hurt you again, that she knew some people who would make my trip to the other side quite long and painful."

"She threatened you too?"

"Yeah."

"So, you think you need me in your life? What if I don't want you in mine anymore?"

That struck me like a blow from nowhere. Suddenly I was worried that maybe I was the only one here that wanted to fix things. I didn't know what to say to her now. Finally I decided to be honest...completely honest.

"Look, I know that I hurt you badly Samantha. I was hard and...wrong. I want you in my life, and I can't tell you enough about how sorry I truly am, and how much I wish I could take back these last months. I can see that I pushed you too far away now though. I've lost you."

I stood up and started to turn away.

"For what it's worth...I truly am sorry...and I truly do love you. You know my phone number...where I live and all..."

I walked away.

She said nothing as I left. The walk back to my car was a long and hard one. I was lost now...far more than I had been too. I realized, too late...that I had lost two people I loved...one by death, and one by my own hand. I was also in danger of losing my kids now too. I wasn't sure where I was headed...but my future looked bleaker than it ever had before in my life.

I sat in my car for a long time...idling...hoping against hope that she'd come running up to me and forgive me. That wasn't to be. Sighing, I backed up and drove home. Home to my empty and lonely house. Home to an uncertain future. If Becky had been worried about me committing suicide...at that moment I was closer than I ever had been before.

Sitting at home I was lost in thought when the phone rang. It was Susan.

"Hey. You all right?"

"Not really. I screwed up big time."

"You were honest with her...right?"

"Yes. I don't think she believed me though. She thinks, or is afraid that I'm playing some kind of sick game on her now."

"What did you expect? I told you that it wouldn't be easy. It never is. Give her some time. I think she'll come around."

"Hey...wait a minute...how'd you know that we met?"

"Sam told me that she was going to the park to meet you today. After she got back home she called me and talked for a bit. It's the first time in ages that she's called me first. That's a good sign. Hang in there bucko. She may come around yet."

"I doubt it...but thanks for calling just the same."

"Just don't give up yet John. Trust me."

"Yeah...okay."

I hung up, not believing Susan at all. The look and the way Samantha's voice had carried that last question to me haunted me deeply. I could tell that I had destroyed any chances of fixing things now. I would be better off...dead. I had nothing. Nothing at all. My kids hated me...Samantha hated me...I...hated me. I hated what I had become...what I had done to those I supposedly loved...I hated my life.

The next day I went into work and put in my retirement. The paperwork took a lot less time than I figured it would, and by that afternoon, I was pretty much on the way out the door...forever. I drove home, planning the next days and what needed to taken care of. I had to make some money and financial moves over the next week or so, and I wanted to make sure that I did them right.

I had made up my mind that moving away would do me some good. My home...my house held too many memories of times that had been full of laughter, fun, and sunny days. Now, sitting in any room there just made me miserable. It was time for me to make a change.

Work had been stunned by my move to retire. Of course, I didn't give them much notice...and I was pressing everything and everyone to get it done as soon as I could. I wanted to be free of any kind of entanglements now. I needed to be able to do what I needed to do without something like a job or work hanging over my head.

Now that my mind was made up and I had a plan, I actually began to feel a bit lighthearted. Well...more cheerful anyway. I had a plan, and my life was soon to be fixed as well as I could fix it. I could clearly see my path for the first time in a long time. Right or wrong, I had made a choice.



The Contract Ch. 06



I was in the garage, packing up some of the things that had gone by the wayside in all the rush of my big move. There, in the middle of the day, in the middle of my garage, with the door wide open...I found a box of Becky's things. All from the time after Samantha had joined us. All mementos of happier and yet sadder times. 

Standing there I froze...unable to do anything with that box. I thought I had gotten rid of all that type of stuff. Now, looking through it all, my pains were brought back to life and stabbing me in the face.

Finally I moved...setting the box back down on some other boxes stacked everywhere. Sitting down on one, I began to purposely go through that box...digging into my recent past. A small book of pictures fell out to one side, and I picked it up. There we were...at the beach...in the park...in the back yard having a barbecue with the kids. Memories cascading past me, not letting me loose. I soon found myself crying.

I cried for what I had lost in Becky's passing. I cried for losing Samantha, and I cried for losing my kids respect. I think I was crying for not only my loss, but what I had so stupidly shoved away too. I couldn't see any way back to those happier days...and now...seeing those days in front of me just was too much to handle.

I didn't hear them come up from behind me. I felt like a foolish man sitting there in tears...caught being sentimental like that.

"So...moving somewhere are you?"

I knew the voice...it was my daughter.

"Hi. Yeah...I'm moving. I left a message on your answering machine...not sure if you got it or not."

I kept my back to them.

"You packed rather quickly Dad."

I hadn't turned around yet...trying to get my eyes dry and myself more composed before I did so.

Looking at the picture of Samantha and I and Becky in our backyard I realized that not only was I a miserable man, I had made my family miserable too.

Turning I found all my kids standing there, with their spouses. Not only them, but Susan and Samantha as well.

"What?"

It was all I could think of to say.

"Where you moving to dad?"

My oldest son...always the pragmatic one, accepting a fact and then moving from that.

"Got a place all lined up. Smaller...less for me to take care of."

"Got room for two in that place?"

Samantha had spoken softly, yet her voice seemed to cut right through to the core of my being.

"Not sure anybody would want to live there with me."

"You never know about that."

My daughter spoke into the void that statement from Samantha left.

"You kind of dropped out of sight dad."

"I dropped from sight? You guys dropped out of sight."

"Well, you were being kind of an ass dad. What did you expect?"

"I thought that you would at least come over and still talk to me. Instead, you...my family...push me aside. At least, that's how it felt to me."

"So...where's this new place at dad?"

Again, my oldest son. There was something up here that I didn't know if I wanted to see. I was tired and just wanting this moving crap done with. I had packed all of it myself. Every little item. Some boxes were marked for giving to thrift stores; some marked for a garage sale...should I ever get around to having one. A very precious few were marked for keeping.

Susan stood back a ways, then suddenly bulled ahead of everyone. She looked angry...pissed off angry. Real pissed off angry.

"What the hell? Cutting and running huh? Figured you'd try something like that. I've been keeping an eye on you...when I saw you packing stuff out here I got in touch with everyone. You have some explaining to do buster."

"Nothing to explain. I left a message about what I was up to with my kids...no secrets...just moving."

"That's it huh? Moving away. Running from your troubles."

"Well...lets recap a bit shall we?"

I was getting mad.

"My kids pushed me away when I pushed Samantha away. Then, you came over and talked me into trying to fix things between us...so I did. I gave it everything I had...and Samantha shoved me out then. That left me...as I count it anyway...me myself and I against the world."

"Dad...we didn't push you away. We were mad at you for kicking Samantha out of your life...but we weren't pushing you away."

"Not how I saw it. Not how I see it now either."

"Can you leave us for a bit you guys. I think John and I need to clear the air a bit before this erupts into something that can't be fixed."

Samantha was looking quite a bit better now...like she had been eating and sleeping better. I only wish I could have said the same. The looks on the faces of my kids...well I couldn't fathom what they were thinking of me. Susan looked mad still, and Samantha just looked...well...sad.

After the others had walked into the house, leaving us alone, Samantha came to sit beside me. Glancing down she saw the pictures I had been looking at. Taking it from my hands she started to flip through them.

"You didn't toss this out?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"There were some pictures of Becky...and you. The only ones I had now. Wanted some kind of memory...you know...remembering the happy times."

"We did look happy didn't we?"

"Yeah. So...what is it you all wanted anyway?"

"Why didn't you call me?"

"You pretty much told me that you wanted me gone. What was I supposed to do then? Stalk you?"

"I never said that John. I just asked you what if I didn't want you in my life any more. That was all. It was more of a rhetorical question."

"Sounded rather straightforward to me."

"I thought that was what you figured. When you didn't call back or come around I knew that I should have said something else...before you walked away. I was just..."

"What was there to say Samantha? You made it clear that I had shoved you out of my life and evidently there was no way back to you. All I know is I finally got a plan and began to make my moves then."

"You packed all this stuff in two days?"

"Five actually. I had already been packing up...Becky's things...just got going and didn't stop."

"Had you decided to move away before you came to see me then?"

"No. Afterwards. I realized...finally...that I was alone now. I needed a fresh start somewhere where the memories wouldn't be quite so...painful."

"So...you gave up on us just like that then?"

I was getting confused and a bit mad again. I couldn't understand this woman at all anymore. She had walked out of my life...then I had gone to try to get her back and she had refused me...or so I thought...and now she was here trying to...what...what was she trying to do?"

"I didn't give up...exactly. I just...got...tired...all of the sudden. Too tired."

"I'm sorry John."

"Nothing to be sorry about Sam."

"That's the first time you've called me that."

"Sam? I guess it is."

"We've both been fools John, and I mean both of us. I should have never let you walk away the other day. I should have caught you and tried to explain how I was feeling. Instead I let you walk. Huge mistake on my part. I should have told you how I loved you so much, and that the thought that you may be playing some kind of cruel game scared me too much to want to let you know how I felt."

"I wasn't playing a game. I was being..."

"Honest...I know that now. When you left me I was scared, mad, and then I suddenly realized...alone. So very alone. You see, without you I'm half a woman, just as you're half a man without me. Do you think we could...I don't know...do you think we could...get back together and see...what happens?"

"I want to Sam. I really do. I want nothing more than to be with you...happy. I just don't know if we could be happy though. Look at us...we've both been acting like fools...although I think I have the major amount of fool going on..."

"John...I love you. I want to be with you. I always have. Look...I forgive you. I...Forgive...YOU. Okay? I love you and I forgive you."

"You can say that after the way I treated you?"

"I love you John."

I took her in my arms and hugged her tight. Holding her close I could feel my heart opening back up again. It almost took my breath away. I was choked up...barely able to speak.

"I...I...love you too Samantha...I always have."

We hugged...then kissed. We were like that when the kids and Susan showed back up suddenly.

"Hey you two...don't get too involved there."

Susan...being...Susan.

"Dad...damn. Remember...your kids are standing right here...geez."

My daughter...of course...being my daughter.

"Whoo hooo...way to go old man..."

My youngest son...always with the smart-assed comments.

I pulled away from Samantha. Looking into her eyes...I saw love, and meaning.

"So...feel like moving somewhere with me?"

"Where are we moving to?"

"Anywhere away from these..."

"DAD..."

I laughed through my tears. I got them at the very last. 

The move went quicker than it had been going. Once we got to our new place, Samantha went inside with my kids, looking it all over. Susan came up to me.

"So...you gonna get it all straight this time then John?"

"I hope so."

"Nice place. Never figured you for a beach bum though."

"Why not?"

"Somebody told me that you can't swim."

She laughed at my look as she walked away.

"Wait...who told you I can't swim? Susan? Come back here..."

"I told her dad. We met...and were talking. About you. I told her how you couldn't swim. How you always hated the beach because of that."

"I never hated the beach. I just felt more comfortable in other places. I couldn't go out and have fun like you kids were. You and your mom."

"The beach dad?"

"Well...I like the sound of the ocean as the waves break on the shore. It's calming to me."

Later, after the kids had left and Samantha and I were all alone, she kept exclaiming on how great a choice I had made. She really liked the house and the beachfront property that came with it. We had our own little private part of our world here. Totally ours.

This all took place several years ago. If you're ever in the neighborhood, stop by, I'll throw some coffee on and we can sit on the back deck, watch the waves, and just...well...bullshit the day away. Samantha and I were married a year after we moved in together...and we have been very happy. We both miss Becky time to time...and when we get that way we will sit down and go through several of the photo albums we kept. 

It has been a full and rich life for me. I know that not every man could think of having a serious relationship with a former escort girl, but I have...and I have found out that it is no different than what Becky and I had together...well...for the most part. 

We are still in love, and still share all things together. It hasn't been easy because at times we do have some differences, just as all married people will. For the most part I'm glad that we got over our 'bumps' and moved on together.

We are also the proud grandparents of four little ones now with each of my boys and their wives having one baby, my daughter had twins. Sam and I spend lots of time spoiling them rotten. All in all, while I do miss Becky...and I will always love her...I have to admit she knew what was best for me in the end. Even when I couldn't see it she knew what would be best in the long run. 



The Contract Ch. 06



This is my sixth installment on my first submission. I would like to thank Redwing2655, LKHooker, and MarionRed for their editing help. I hope you enjoy.

***** Saturday 10/28/2006 *****

Hello, my name is Paul Beckson. I found out that my wife Tonya was having an affair ten days ago. My wife had also given me Chlamydia. Last week, my marriage was annulled, and I have been trying to rebuild my life. I am living in an old airstream travel trailer on a ten acre farm that I inherited, and building a workshop to start a private craft business in art glass. 

Unknown to most people, I have about a fifteen week paid leave of absence from my work, to get my life back in order. I can also use my vacation leave, but I have to complete the first level yellow belt in Jujitsu during that time, in order to keep my job. I have a black belt in Kempo, and I also train and compete in Kendo (Sword fighting). Getting a Yellow belt should be a snap, unless you piss off your instructor, like I did.

I went to my morning Kendo practice, and found that I was still stiff. I usually use the indoor soaking pool after a workout, but today, I decided to go to the outdoor bath and use the fluminarium channel. The Himaki hot spring has a large output of heated spring water. The nearby creek is diverted into a channel, and enough heated spring water is added to heat the combined water to 105 degrees. You enter the channel of water, or flume, and can soak as the water flows by you. One can lean into the heated running water, and have it loosen stiff muscles. 

There were more women on the "communal" side of the bath today, so I assumed that there wasn't enough water to keep both sides working. The bath is clothing optional, and there is a women's side and a communal side. The men have to use the communal side, and women, for modesty reasons, usually use the women's side. It's late October, and my guess is that the creek water is so cold, that only one fluminarium could be supported. 

Most patrons who use the bath are nude, but carry a towel. The towel is used to cover ones privates until they are in the water. The towel is usually folded up and placed on top of the head, or wrapped around the hair. Even though I am in a place with many other naked people, I rarely see any frontal nudity. 

As I looked around, I thought about the two pieces of paper that my boss Richard gave me. I was working at Morton Packaging, until I got into a scuffle in the parking lot, and hit a guy. Now I have to get a yellow belt in a soft martial art so that I can prove that I can defend myself without hitting anyone. Even though I was technically fired, many people thought I had behaved gallantly by defending a woman who was being sexually harassed. 

Each paper had a name and number of a woman who wanted me to call them. I recognized Becky from customer support, but I could not put a face on Motoko. I wondered if she could be looking at me right now. We could be naked in this outdoor bath, and looking at each other. I was a little leery about being set up by Richard on two blind dates, but I decided to give it a chance. I was now off the antibiotics for Chlamydia, and I could consider myself clean. 

Thanks to two women, Mary and Sherri, I had learned a bit about making love to a woman. I was willing to try out my new lovemaking skills, but I also didn't want to catch anything. I decided my first rule was no one-night stands, I had to know the woman first. I was not sure if I wanted to be dating exclusively, but that seemed like a good second rule. A third rule I thought of was to only date women with the intension of marriage. I though about my initial idea, which was to try out the skills that I had learned form Mary and Sherri, and all three rules seemed to conflict with the original intent. I could date a few times, practice a few times, and then adhere to the rules. 

I had pondered enough about the two numbers, and I decided to act. I went to the locker room and got dressed. I pulled out the two numbers, and I decided to call the one I knew first, Becky. Becky said "yes", but for lunch and a movie tomorrow. I called Motoko next, and she said that she would be happy to go out to dinner with me, tonight. We agreed on Italian.

The dinner went well, and I let Motoko do most of the talking. She was an area associate in sales, and knew that I had landed the McGreggor account for Morton. She told me about watching the fight in the parking lot, and how brave she thought I was to stand up to those disgusting men. I gave recount of the fight from my perspective for her, but I insisted that she give her description to me. It was nothing like what my lawyer, Carol Bernstein, had described to me when we watched the video. It was clear that Motoko felt that I had done a great service to all the women who worked at Morton Packaging.

Once I got her started, she talked briefly about almost any topic, and then would ask my opinion. I have heard that the most powerful pick up line in the world is "Tell me about yourself," and it appears to be true. Honest attention does more to move a woman's heart then any amount of flattery. Motoko kept the conversation active, by pausing and asking me questions, too. I wouldn't go into my annulment, and told her it was too soon to talk about it. I didn't want to open freshly healed wounds, and she understood. I also figured out that she probably knew that I had received a bonus check, so I had the impression that Motoko might be a gold digger. 

We talked about a second date, and Motoko suggested Japanese. When I balked at the idea of eating raw fish, Motoko argued that sushi wasn't the only type of Japanese food. She insisted on cooking a traditional Japanese meal called Tonkatsu, a pork dish somewhat like chicken fried steak, with a plum sauce. 

I drove her home, and she invited me in. I refused, but I did offer a kiss goodnight. I embraced her and held her for a moment before lowering my head. As we kissed, I ran my hand from the small of her back up to the nape of her neck, and stroked tenderly as I gently pressed my lips against hers. After a minute I broke off the kiss, and held her close. As I walked back to my car, I could swear I heard a squeal from behind the door. 

***** Sunday 10/29/2006 *****

I walked around on the slab, and tried to imagine the workshop. I now had a 30-foot-by-50-foot base of concrete that would be cured enough to erect the walls in four days. I would at least get to see the workshop shell go up before I left for the Northwest. 

I kept myself busy in the morning with a tiller. I turned a section of soil to make a garden. I also walked about on the lower floodplain and noticed a lot of low branches. I had let the farm go natural, and now that I was going to live here, I needed to start taking care of the trees. 

***** *****

I now remember why I was always leary about going out on a blind date. Becky chattered nonstop. It wasn't like Motoko, who tried to keep an exchange of information going. This was a woman who loved to hear herself! What was worse, we agreed on a movie at the Megaplex 3 that was 40 miles away. I listened to Becky chat as I drove to the restaurant, and then listened while we ate lunch. She did keep quiet during the movie, but we were almost halfway back home, and my patience was growing weak. Trying to change the subject seemed to just revitalize her. When I gave her a new topic to talk about, she would get excited, and have a wonderful story about what had happened to her. 

I wanted a break, just for a little while. Maybe if I kept quiet, she might talk herself out. I just needed to get this date over with. I needed something to break up the incessant drabble coming out of her mouth, and then my cell phone rang. 

I picked up the phone, and felt a quandary. It would be rude of me to interrupt her talking to answer the phone, but the call might be important. I looked at the caller, and figured out that I was trapped. I decided to take the lesser of two evils this time. I pulled over, motioned to Becky to give me a moment, and I answered the phone. 

"Hello Tonya, what can I help you with?"

"Paul, can you come over for a little bit."

"Tonya, it's Sunday evening, can't this wait?"

"Well, I though you might want your dresser."

"Is that it? You want me to come over on a Sunday night and pick up my dresser?"

"Well, yes."

"And ..."

"Well, if it's not too much trouble, the toilet is leaking again."

"We're not married anymore, Tonya. You need to call a plumber and pay him to fix it."

"Well, Paul, it's just that it's Sunday evening, and it's very hard to find a plumber on a Sunday evening. Can you come over, please? You can pick up your dresser if you wish."

I let a deep sign. "OK, I'll come over, and I'll stop the leak," and hung up. At least it gave me an excuse to end the date quickly.

Damn! I was thinking that this was over! I was no longer married to Tonya, but I still had to deal with her crap. I should have let the phone go to voice mail. I pulled back on the road, and got Becky dropped off, and went back to the farm to pick up tools, and change clothes. 

***** ******

The toilet tank was leaking. The rubber washers at the bottom of the tank had shifted again, and water was dribbling onto the floor. I turned off the cutoff valve and flushed the water out of the tank. I started loosening the bolts holding the tank on, and then pulled the tank off. I examined the washers, and found that one of them had been cut. I felt around of the tank, and found a chip in the porcelain. I could get another washer, but it would eventually get cut too. 

"The tank has a chip in it. It's going to have to be replaced. I can get a new one tomorrow at Henning's Building Supply. You will have to use the other bathroom tonight."

I mopped up the floor, and went over to the dresser. It was still in good shape, and didn't match the rest of the bedroom furniture. What I saw was the deceit that Tonya had shown to me by stocking the house with new furniture just prior to divorcing me. The dresser was just another throwaway item to her, just like our marriage.

We took out the drawers, and carried them to the detached garage. We then hauled the empty carcass of the dresser into the garage. The dresser wouldn't fit into my car, so I figured that I would have to call Mary and Sherri, and see if they would help me out again. 

I was ticked at Tonya for having me come out, and I didn't want a repeat of this. I was glad that I would be leaving on Friday, and would be out of town for 16 days. Tonya needed to be able to handle such emergencies on her own. A simple twist of the cut off valve and a flush would have been enough to stop water damage to the home. I thought Tonya was more self reliant than this. 

I found that I was getting myself worked up, and decided to go for a drive. It was a crisp autumn night, and I lowered all the windows, and felt the breeze hit me. There's not much open on a Sunday night in the Ozarks, but I knew of a great pizza place that stayed open late this time of year, just to cater to Sunday night football fans. It was the Dallas Cowboys against the Carolina Panthers in Charlotte. Both had average records, but I just needed somewhere to escape. 

I kept looking at the bar across the street, and thinking about how I caved into Tonya. I was not allowing her to release her guilt by listening to her explanations. I was still cutting her off every time she wanted to explain her actions, because she kept returning to her tried and true defensive position. She had been a lot more open when we first married, when she was performing modern dance. I finished half of the pizza, closed the box, and sipped my beer. 

She was still living her truth, and was not able to face what she did to me. If I was ever to have a meaningful conversation with her, she would need to feel some of the pain that I felt. I need to give her a jolt. I got an idea, and finished my beer. I put the pizza in the car, and walked across the street to ask some questions. 

***** Monday 10/29/2006 *****

I went to Henning's Building Supply, and got supplies. I rented their truck to get everything home. I also went to the farm supply store and got a new chainsaw and a chipper shredder. I used the Henning's Building Supply rental truck to get those home too. I dropped off the toilet and stuff at Tonya's, and moved the dresser home. I returned the rental truck to Henning's Building Supply, and picked up my car. I went to Tonya's and fixed the toilet, along with my special project. 

***** *****

Ran saw some of her "informants" come into the cultural center. She helped the two customers in the pharmacy, and told the other worker that she was going to take her dinner break. Ran quickly ate, and went into the women's locker room and disrobed. A few seconds later, she was in the indoor bath and listening to the chatter. 

This time she didn't hear what she wanted. Motoko was chatting up how she had found the perfect man. She couldn't believe that Tonya had run around, and dumped him. Ran thought she would have more time. 

She decided that she would have to do a little bit more than examine his shoulder. 

***** *****

I was dreading jujitsu, and I was not disappointed. Mr. Sato had a new torture for me, flexibility training. I was bent into a pretzel. After the class, I did manage to help the other white belts clean up the practice hall. I went to the locker room, and needed another warm soak. 

This time, Ben was already in the soaking pool before me. When I talked to Tonya, she confirmed Ben's story, he had cut her off completely. I knew that Tonya had been unfaithful to me with Ben, but it was Tonya who betrayed me. We were both punishing Tonya, and that made me feel better about Ben. 

I lathered up, rinsed and got into the soaking pool. It was full of man talk. 

"Yo."

"Dude."

After our conversation, we both relaxed. 

"Ben, expect a call from Tonya, she'll be pissed at me." 

"I cut her off, didn't I tell you that?"

"Yeah, just expect the call."

The outside door opened, and a shadowed figure entered the screened area. The indoor men's bath was also communal, but women rarely entered. 

Ran spoke, "Is Mr. Beckson here?"

"Yes, I am here."

"Please compose yourself. I am to inspect your left shoulder, Mr. Beckson."

Ran waited in the screened off area, as I got out of the soaking pool and wrapped a towel around my waist. I went over to one of the shower stools and sat down. The screen was backlit, and Ran Himaki's clothes were clearly visible. The two other men that were bathing decided to get out, probably due to modesty. Ben and I were the only ones left in the bathing area. I gave the "all clear" to Miss Himaki. 

"You may enter now."

Ran came over and placed a stool behind mine, and sat down. Ran tested my arm and shoulder for flexibility. She then used finger pressure techniques to examine my shoulders, and relieve a knot of muscle in my left shoulder. She then returned to testing flexibility.

"I will have a special tea mixture that will help your muscles relax, and give you extra flexibility. Please take it easy tomorrow, and do not strain yourself, Mr. Beckson."

"OK."

"May I wash your back for you?"

I nodded. Ran took my shower kit and lathered up my washcloth. She then scrubbed my back, and rinsed it off. 

"You may reenter the bath after I have left. Good Evening, Mr. Beckson."

Ran stood up and left. 

After Ran left, I stood up and returned to the soaking pool with Ben. Ben just stared off.

"Dude, that's a fox! Are you going to tap that ass?"

"That's Ran Himaki you are talking about, that's the owner's only daughter. "

"Dude, that's still a fox! Are you going to marry her, and THEN tap that ass?"

"Look, she was just following orders."

"No, you're wrong! She was coming on to you. She washed your back."

I smiled. "She did, didn't she?"

"Yeah."

I relaxed a bit, and then heard my cell phone ring from the locker room. That had to be Tonya. By the time I got into the locker room, it would go over to voice mail. I decided to get up and get dressed. I wondered if Tonya would call again. 

"I'd better get up. I think Tonya made it home."

Ben got out and followed.

As we dressed, the phone rang again.

"Hello."

"You son of a bitch, why did you do that for?"

"I thought you wanted me to fix the toilet, and I did Tonya."

"I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about the stripper pole you installed."

"Oh, the piece of exercise equipment I installed. That a gift from me to you."

Ben was curious, and listened in to my part of the conversation.

"You bastard! Do you know how humiliating this is?"

"Let me see, would it be more humiliating if the entire student body saw it, like they saw me being served?"

"That's different. I didn't call you a slut."

"And I haven't called you a slut either, I called you a dancer."

"Paul Beckson, I am never going to call you again! Ever!" She hung up on me.

I closed me phone. "Well, THAT went well."

Ben was puzzled. "What did you do?"

"I installed a stripper pole in her bedroom."

Ben started laughing. Ben's phone started ringing. Ben handed me his phone. 

"Hello, this is Ben's phone. Ben doesn't want to talk to you Tonya. So please leave no message at the beep. BEEEEEEP!" 

I hung up. We laughed.

"OK, Dude, you got me interested. Tonya fed me her line of the truth. Will you tell me your side of the story?"

I did. I told him about meeting her for the first time in a drawing class, and drawing her nude. I talked about marrying her, and about wanting her to teach AFTER our children were all in school. And I talked about how she ignored me, and went ahead and started teaching. 

"You know, Paul. I have cut her off, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure."

"If she ever apologies, and tells you she should have started a family, just as you asked her to do, tell me."

"I let you know when hell freezes over, too. It's probably going to happen on the same day."

I paused and thought about what Ben was asking me to do. "Are you going after her?"

"I doubt it, but I might. I screwed up when I mixed business with pleasure. I have some old friends that want me to go back in business with them. I'm being pressured, and I am not sure what I want."

***** *****

Ran was upset. Usually men would leave when she would enter the bath. After all, she was the owner's daughter! This other guy wouldn't leave, and just sat in the soaking pool and watched.

She had to keep up the image that was expected of her by her father. The only gesture she could give Paul was a simple one, she washed his back. She had hoped that Paul understood her intent. She wanted to soft play this, so that she could read whether or not Paul was interested in her. 

She had a lot of work to do, because her marriage would be arranged by her parents. Her husband may not be her choice. Her father had shown interest in the man, so he had a chance. Ran could tip the scales one way or the other, but she would have to accept her father's decision on whom her husband would be. 

***** Tuesday 10/30/2006 *****

As much as I wanted to be near the workshop, I knew that I was in the way. I spent the afternoon chopping things up for a garden. I raked leaves and fed them through the shredder. I then spread the shredded leaves about an inch thick in the garden and tilled them in. I then took my chainsaw and started loping limbs off trees and mulching them up. Once again, I spread out the mulched limbs, and tilled the garden a second time. I went back and found more limbs and mulched them up again. I spread the mulch on top, and left it. Everything would rot, and I would be able to start a garden next year. I was killing time, but it did feel good to be outdoors and working on something. 




The Contract Ch. 06



***** *****

I knocked on Motoko's door and she let me in. The dinner was great. We ended up watching a movie in her living room. We started making out, and Motoko took off her top. She was about to take off more, but I stopped her. I told her that we needed to take this slow. I took my shirt off, but we both kept our pants on. The movie became background noise, as we explored each others bodies.

***** Wendesday 10/31/2006 *****

Ran was even more agitated by the bath chatter. Motoko now referred to Paul as her boyfriend. Ran had even taught Motoko how to prepare Tonkatsu. She was seducing Paul with her own dish! This was getting out of hand. She would have to do something fast!

***** *****

At Jujitsu, I was back doing Kata forms again. This was great. I concentrated on getting each movement, and performing them with smoothness. I took my time. It is very easy to rush the forms, and basically practice your errors until you got it down precisely wrong. Each movement can be practiced slowly for accuracy, the speed will come later.

After the training session, I asked Mr. Sato for training centers in the Northwest. I was going to be gone for two weeks, and I needed to maintain attendance by visiting a dojo which had a reciprocating agreement with ours. It took a while, by Mr. Sato found the information and made copies for me. 

***** *****

It was late when I got to the bath to clean up. Ben was already done and getting dressed. I went into the bath. I was alone. 

As I sat on a stool, the outer door slid open, and once again I heard Ran.

"Mr. Beckson, are you there?"

"Yes, Please give me a minute." I covered myself up. "You may enter."

She came in with an air mattress. "I was wondering if I could bathe you tonight. I wanted to check for more stiffness in your muscles."

I nodded. She put the mattress down, and turned around so I could lie down on the mattress. "This will feel like a massage. Please, Mr. Beckson, lay face down, and I will clean and inspect your muscles."

I placed myself on the mattress, and she used the handset to rinse me down. She then started at my feet and slowly worked her way up my body. It was very relaxing, and her touch was very soothing. Her touch as she lathered me up was very soft. After rinsing me down again, I was told to turn over.

I wasn't ready for what I saw. Ran was naked, and rinsing me down. I knew this was clothing optional, but she never disrobed when she washed my back. Ran then took the soap and lathered up her pubic hair. She then used her lathered up area to clean my shins. She was moaning as she rubbed herself on me. She was washing me by grinding her pussy all over my body!

I watched, as she would stop and lather up her pubic hair again and again, and then lower her body onto mine to clean it. My body betrayed my thoughts and in no time, I was sporting a hard on. When I went to cover myself with my hands, Ran smiled as if she was pleased with herself. 

"Mr. Beckson. You are a man, and I would expect such a reaction when a real man gets a soap bath. I am ........ pure, and I must not indulge until my wedding night. I am sorry if this has caused you any embarrassment. Please forgive me."

She bowed and went on. 

"I am of age to be a wife, and my father will pick what he feels is the best qualified man to be my husband. I will have no say, and I must accept his decision. My brothers have left, and I have remained behind to run the cultural center. A good selection for my husband would be a man skilled in Kendo, Kempo, Jujitsu, and Kyudo. That man could run the martial arts dojo for me." 

Ran stood up, and rinsed off. 

"There is a Kyudo class that starts in two weeks, and there is one opening, I have filled out the paperwork for you. It is in the pharmacy. If you come in tomorrow morning, I will measure you for your equipment."

She continued as she put on her clothes.

"Should you wonder if I accept you as a husband, I hope I have given you my answer tonight. I will be able to complete soap baths for my husband, when I am his wife." 

She left the bath while I laid on my back and stared at the ceiling, sporting a raging erection. 

"Wow!" It was Halloween, and I wasn't sure if that was a trick or a treat. 

***** *****

Ran went back to the ladies locker room. She was wet with excitement. She went to touch herself, but pulled back. Her father would be ashamed of her if she did. After all, she was pure, and a pure girl would not touch herself in such a way. She was breathing heavily, she needed to calm down. 

She went into the women's indoor bath. It was empty, but she envisioned the air mattress with Paul laying on it, and his ... Ohhhhh ... this was not helping her to calm down. The outdoor baths had already been closed down for the night. She used her key to unlock the women's outdoor bath, but the fluminarium channel was closed down. She went to the communal entrance door and unlocked it, and went into the empty bath. 

She walked into the fluminarium channel, and spread her feet wide against the walls of the channel. The heated water caressed her body and stroked her body into a higher state of wanting. Her heavy breathing started to turn into panting. She wedged her knees against the wall to give the water even more access to her nether regions. She lowered her body to allow the flow to caress her breasts, and then her neck. 

In the indoor bath, she wanted to slam her body onto Paul, but she was a good girl, and she didn't want to be a wanton slut in her father's eyes. She would have let Paul take her, and give some protest, but then she would be his, and free herself of her aching. She had practiced the words. She wouldn't say that she mustn't do it, she would say that she shouldn't do it. She couldn't end her suffering, because that would betray her father. She could not give herself to Paul, but Paul had to be the one to take her. Paul did not go after her, he just stared in amazement. She even lingered to rinse and towel herself off, and still Paul made no advances towards her. DAMN!

Ran lowered herself deeper into the water, touching her lips to the water. She closed her eyes, and pursed her lips at her watery lover. The flowing water caressed her, and brought her closer to the edge. Her hands let go of the sides of the channel and her body floated backwards with the flow. The water rushed over her belly and danced around her breasts. She arched her back, and stared up into the starry night. 

She was a good girl, so she could not touch her throbbing loin. She took her hands and reached down and pulled on her skin, opening her body to an even deeper invasion. She was not touching her privates, so she felt she was still being a good girl as the water washed across her innermost regions. A thousand heated tongues washed over her, driving her to start bucking against the water. 

Her breath quickened as she thought of her lover taking her. Yes, take me! I am yours. Please, make me a woman! She imagined her lover on top of her, and plunging into her. Ran shuttered, and released her foothold on the channel. She floated to the end of the fluminarium in a peaceful bliss. 

***** Thursday 11/01/2006 ***** 

At seven AM, I went to the dojo. I signed up for the archery class, and was fitted for my gear. I was the only one in the pharmacy. I thanked Ran and gave her a hug. I was a little taken back by her reaction. She allowed me to hug her, but she made no initial attempt to hug back. There was a hesitation, but after about 15 seconds she did hug me back, but it was awkward. Was this the same person who was grinding her privates into me just last night?

When I got back home, the workshop crew had set up scaffolding. A trailer was there with hundreds of curved pieces of metal, and some flat channel. By nine thirty, the first two ribs were being attached to each other. 

I watched as the same process happened over and over. Five curved pieces of metal were put together with 16 bolts. This formed a 1-foot rib. The rib was then raised into place and bolted to the other ribs, the scaffold was moved over a foot, and the process was repeated to make the 50-foot workshop. With a crew of eight men, each rib went up in about six minutes.

By noon, half of the ribs were in place. The ground crew had finished building all the ribs, and started building the front wall. When everyone broke for lunch at one, the front wall was up except for the roll-up two-car garage door, a window, and a normal door entrance. 

The ribs bulged out a bit. The warehouse looked like it was not cut exactly in half, but a little extra on the bottom. I asked, and found out it was actually a 31-foot diameter arch building with the middle diameter 4 feet off the floor. The salesman was happy to give me all the answers about their wonderful design. He then plied me for additional options.

I fell for it. He started talking about how, for just a little extra, the area above the kitchen, bathroom, and office; could have a second floor for say, a bedroom. He had seen my trailer, and knew what to say to nickel and dime me for more money. 

"We could install the bathroom and the kitchen, and have it ready when you get back."

"We could put a bathroom on the second floor right above the first bathroom.

"For just a little more, we could spray in foam insulation on the inside of the workshop, and install heating and air conditioning."

We could add 10-feet to the front, and not move that front wall, and you would have a covered porch. 

"You know, we could add an extra 20 feet on the back, and you would have a three-car garage. 

For a man with an $83,458.92 check burning a hole in his pocket, he had me right where he wanted me, and I was buying everything, until he summed up all the options. 

The bottom line was a killer! I pulled back immediately. I still needed money to build a home, a real home. This was just a workshop, and if I was fusing glass, why would I want it insulated, to keep 1400-degree heat in? I started cutting back. 

I ended up having them build the living area, and insulating that portion only, and adding a 20-foot deep porch in the front. I would use the porch as a carport. Everything would be ready, including the porch, when I got back.

I knew the shell of the workshop was going to be finished today. So I started to make arrangements to have a celebration. I called the kendo members, and offered to have tonight's practice in my workshop. 

I called Mary at work, and arranged for Mary and Sherri to come. I also called Ran, Richard, and Motoko to come by, too. I went to the store and bought 10 sets of the icicle light sets, the kind that are hung along the edge of a house. I also bought duct tape and several extensions cords. 

While the crew finished putting the ribs up, I used a spare ladder to run the icicle lights along the side walls. The salesman was more than happy to put duct tape on the floor where the walls of the living area would be. When the crew had finished, they used the scaffolding to run six sets of lights evenly spaced along the arching ceiling. I ended up with six lines of lights going along six ribs, and two long lines of lights, going the length of the building. 

By five thirty, the workshop shell was finished, and I went into town and bought some pizza, soft drinks, and bags of ice. I went to the dojo and grabbed my kendo gear. When I got back, I grabbed any chairs I could, or anything that looked sturdy enough to sit on, and brought it into the workshop.

Ran arrived first, and helped me bring my sofa into the workshop. When Mary and Sherri arrived, Sherri was bubbling over with excitement. Mary had said "Yes!" When I went to introduce Ran, I hesitated as to what to introduce her as. 

"Ran. This is Mary and Sherri. They were co-workers at Morton Packaging. Mary and Sherri, this is Ran Himaki, from the dojo that I train at."

"Paul, you have a beautiful girlfriend."

I coughed, and sputtered. Ran cut in.

"I am Paul's private archery instructor. I am pleased to meet you."

Sherri went over and gave Ran a hug. Once again, I saw that Ran was hesitant to hug back. I guess it might have been cultural, but Motoko had no trouble hugging me. Of course, Motoko was ready to get naked on the second date. I knew that Ran was a virgin, and was expected to be so until her wedding night.

So, there was only one opening in the class! Hmmmm ... how did she ... I shook it off. She was the owner's daughter. She could get away with it. 

In time others came, the kendo team brought a rug with the dueling circle on in and spread it out. Motoko came by with several of her girlfriends and announced to my embarrassment that she was my girlfriend. Some of the kendo team brought their girlfriends. 

While everyone mingled and ate, I pulled Ran over to one side. We went outside. I needed to explain my relationship with Motoko to her.

"Miss Himaki, I need to talk to you about Motoko. I want you to know that whatever she says, that she is not my girlfriend. We have been on two dates, and that is all."

"Yes, and she made you Tonkasu, a dish that I taught her how to make. Do you know how it feels to find out that your future husband is being seduced by another woman by your own recipe? If I fed you that dish, you would think I copied Motoko, wouldn't you?""

"What? I mean, how do you know?"

"Mr. Beckson, the bathhouse has ears."

"Oh." 

So, Ran knew. Motoko sits in the bath and talks about me. I guess it was bound to happen. After all, Paul and I have been talking about Tonya, and others could have listened in on our conversation, too. 

"Yes, I know! And now you know that anything that you do with Motoko will get back to me. You could tell her, but I don't think that woman can keep a secret. I think I would know if you told her about our relationship. I don't want to look like I am influencing my father, so you should not mention us to anyone."

Ran paced a bit. She stopped.

"I want to thank you for your concern about my feelings. I know that your dinner was Tuesday evening, and that was before I approached you. I think this shows that you have serious interest in me, so I am flattered by your concern."

"Miss Himaki, I brought her here so that I could tell her that I was not going to see her anymore, I am going away for two weeks, and I didn't want her to think I had just dumped her."

"Shh!" Ran paced again. I could tell that she felt trapped by the situation. 

"Mr. Beckson, I am aware that you are not a virgin. I recognize that you are a man who has urges, and I can accept that. I have a long term goal, and it will take you three years to become a black belt in jujitsu. I cannot expect you to take a vow of chastity for me, when I don't even know if my father will choose you as my husband. I want you to show me in deeds of learning jujitsu and kyudo, that I am the goal that you strive for."

I was about to say something, but she held out her hand. 

"Love can have two elements, passion and compassion. I know the measure of Motoko, and she will try to win your heart through passion alone. As your instructor, we will have many talks, and I will try to win your heart through compassion. In the end, passion is fleeting, and compassion is enduring." 

I understood Ran instantly, because I was married to Tonya. I first met Tonya in a drawing class, she was the model. The passion was instant. After two years of dating and eight years of marriage, I found that she never went to my martial arts matches, and infrequently went to my awards banquets for work. Her compassion for me was nonexistent. If this is what I would receive from Motoko, then I wouldn't want her either. Motoko would be a momentary pleasure toy, and nothing more.

"Mr. Beckson, I have the ability to monitor Motoko, so I feel safer with her than with other women. Play with your mistress, if you like, and become the most skilled lover you can for me. If I lose you to someone like her, then I would have a lesser opinion of your character, and I would not want you as a husband. You may bed her tonight, for all I care, but make sure that she does not have a child. I will not tolerate the shame of having a husband with bastard children."

Wow! I was surprised by Ran's suggestion. Motoko was such a known commodity to her that she trusted me not to fall for her. She even suggested that I have sex with her. A woman like Ran has such strength of character, that I found myself craving her even more. She also confirmed my feelings about giving my sperm to Mary and Sherri. It felt wrong to me, and Ran reinforced that opinion. It's true what they say about desiring something that you cannot have, and Ran had put herself very high on a pedestal that I yearned to attain.

I suddenly felt the need to improve myself, to make myself even more worthy of having Ran as my wife. I needed to prove to her that I was as strong as she was. I decided I needed to use my golden membership even more, and I thought of how I would impress her father even more. I had drawing skills, if I could apply them to calligraphy, and learn Japanese; I would be an even better selection as a husband. 

Motoko came out of the workshop, and started walking over towards us. I introduced Ran to Motoko as my Kyudo instructor, and I called Motoko a woman I was dating. Motoko became irritated, and I told her that two dates do not make us boyfriend and girlfriend, but I would allow this to be our third date. Motoko seemed happy that I was now her official "date" for tonight. I changed the subject by asking Ran about taking elementary writing and calligraphy skills. Motoko became excited, and told me that she could teach me both of the Japanese alphabets, Hiragana and Katakana. Katakana is very blockish, like printing, and Hiragana is more formal like cursive writing. I told her that I had the golden membership, and that I would let her tutor me, while I took a formal course. 

We returned to the workshop, and most of the pizza was gone. Richard made a second pizza run, as the club went into the trailer to change into training tunics. As people watched, we started going through warm up drills. We let non players take strikes at us with a bamboo sword called a Shinai. We of course, were in full armor. We also parried strikes delivered at us, to show how hard it would be to win a point. 

When Richard returned with the pizza and beer, we started matches. I did four matches, winning three, and losing one. Every time I finished a match, Motoko came over and gave me a hug and, after I removed my helmet, a kiss. Each time I glanced over to Ran, and she clapped politely, and gave me a nod.

Sherri didn't seem repulsed by the matches that we were doing, and seemed to enjoy the competition. I remembered her response in the parking lot, a sense of disgust. This was not a war being fought over her, but matches done in a friendly competition. She was safe, and that was the difference in her attitude. 

Several of the other women that Motoko brought started rooting for different single men in the club. I think two other men paired up with a woman that night. In all, everyone had a good time. The matches ended about 10:30, and by 11, everything was put away. I said goodbye to my guests, and everyone started for home. Motoko and Ran stayed behind to help me clean up. After twenty minutes, Ran finished what she was doing, and came over to the two of us.

"You fought well tonight, Mr. Beckson. I hope your girlfriend is proud of you."

Motoko molded her body around me. "Don't worry Miss Himaki. I plan to show him how proud I am of him."

Ran smiled and bowed. When she rose back up, her confidence was evident on her face. It was like giving your competition a running start. She twitched her eyebrows and said, "May you have a pleasant evening, I must go home." 




The Contract Ch. 06



Motoko stayed the night, and came prepared with condoms. I knew that Ran would find out, and I felt even more nervous. Tonight I was not only going to be with Motoko, but Ran would be getting a thrust by thrust review. I took it slow, and played with Motoko's body, sending it into to many crescendos. I used Motoko to satisfy myself, but I had Ran in my mind the entire time.

After my first orgasm, I decided to try to perform a Seventh Heaven. I had talked to Mary and Sherri about what I had heard on the recorder while Tonya and Ben were making love. Sherri believed that Ben was doing a Seventh Heaven, and explained it to me. I started making love to Motoko again, and allowed myself to become close to an orgasm, holding on until Motoko had her orgasm, and then let it reside, a First Heaven. I would switch what I was doing until I had control again, and resume. Each time, I would get more excited and have to fight the urge to explode. I held off my orgasm each time, and pulled back after Motoko achieved a climax. On the Sixth Heaven, Motoko found out that she was multi orgasmic as I sent her into five orgasms spaced about 2 minutes apart. On the Seventh Heaven, I went all out, and madly worked Motoko into a frenzy. Motoko had a climax that lasted for over 30 seconds, before my body welled up with a gigantic release. We both collapsed and cuddled, before falling asleep.

***** Friday 11/02/2006 ***** 

After Motoko left, I had to pack and leave for my trip. I wanted to leave by 10, to give myself as much daytime driving as I could. That was when the city commissioner arrived. I was informed that I had not applied for a permit for my building. I went into the trailer, and pulled out my property description, showing that I received it 14 years ago, it was in an unincorporated area. 

The commissioner informed me that the land had been annexed 12 years ago. Apparently, when the large farm was cut up and parceled out to the relatives, the city decided to annex the land into the city, so that they could tax the occupants. I knew my property taxes had jumped up a bit, but I had not understood that it was because the land was incorporated. I ended up calling the building salesman and the three of us did a quick negotiation which resulted in some changes to what I wanted to allow for code compliance. I also had to pay a fine, uuuugh! 

I ended up having to submit blueprints, and had to have them approved before any additional work could be done. The commissioner said that they would be able to start back up in a week, if all went well. I also found out that the reason the commissioner found out was because we made so much noise last night. Thin metal walls transmitted sound fairly well. I felt I now wanted to insulate the workshop floor.

I met with the salesman. We had to put in a back door on the first floor, and a window as a fire escape from the second floor bedroom. I told him to insulate the entire 50 feet, and put in a bigger central air unit. I also had the porch extended to 30 feet and enclosed as a garage without any climate control in it. I could put the kilns in the garage area, and have a comfortable workshop to work in. He worked out the details, and I had to fork over more money, but he would get the blueprints in with the permit request today.

***** *****

I was out by one o'clock, three hours later than I thought I would be. But I was now on my way to Saltspring Island in British Columbia. Ten hours later, I was just past Denver and calling it a night. I made it to Boise the next day, and by Sunday afternoon, I was on a ferry to Saltspring Island.

All the time I kept thinking of Ran and Motoko. I was bothered by the attitude that Ran had toward Motoko. I felt Motoko was kind and attentive, and I had a little feeling that she might be a gold digger, but then again, she was going after a man who, except for a few people in the know, was unemployed. I talked to Motoko about the workshop, and that it meant that I might have several hard years ahead of me, and that didn't seem to bother her. I felt Ran's opinion was starting to look like a bluff on her part. In either case, I would let my relationship with Motoko run its course. 

Ran wanted to encourage me to improve myself. I admired that, but I also needed to know if that encouragement ended when she had her husband. Ran could turn into an owner of the cultural center that controlled her husband. I would be a puppet that she controlled. If that were the case, I don't think I would ever be satisfied being married to Ran. 

I checked into the hotel, and walked about the artist colony. I saw a wheelchair that I had seen before, and went over. 

"Hello Eleanor." 

She just missed me with her backswing. "How many times do I have to tell you that my name is Rose!"

"Well, we'll just have to see what your name card will have on it, won't we?" 

"Paul, you know they will put my first name on it, so stop teasing me."

"OK Rose. How are you doing?"

"I'm a little angry since you interrupted this wonderful day. But I'll be a lot better after you buy me dinner."

"Well Milady, what can your gallant knight serve you for dinner?"

Eleanor Rose Jones and I seemed to keep bumping into each other at glass fusing classes. We met in Michigan, and then again in Pennsylvania. This was my second trip out to the west coast for classes. Next week would be my second class at Magma Glass in Oregon, and she was in the first class I attended. In all, I had spent five weeks taking glass workshop classes next to Rose. I think I struck a nerve the first time I saw her, because I kept calling her Eleanor instead of Rose. I think she got teased a lot about the name "Eleanor" a lot.

Everyone else called her Rose, but I still liked to get her riled up a bit. She seemed so sad in her wheelchair, and I think people avoided her. My teasing seemed to liven her up a bit, so I continued doing it. Sometimes, she was full of fire, and her wheelchair would not keep her down. She had a pair of crutches strapped to the back of the wheelchair, and would pull them out from time to time. Rose had one bad knee, her left one, what would not support weight. There were other times that Rose would fold into herself. That's when I would call her "Eleanor", and have to watch her mighty backhand.

"Paul, let me guess, you're going to Magma Glass's class next week."

"Sure am."

"So I am going to have to put up with you for two weeks straight?"

"Sure will, won't it be fun, Eleanor?"

She got me with her backhand that time. I laughed.

We had a great dinner. I found out that her ex-husband was still in jail for aggravated assault, but would be out in about eight months if she was unlucky. Rose was raped at a bar that she was serving drinks at. She refused to tell Jake who the men were, because Jake was enraged. Rose wanted the police to handle it, and she didn't want her husband to go to jail. Her husband went after the guys who did it, after he beat who it was out of Rose with a baseball bat. Rose ended up with a broken nose, broken left cheek, a broken left jaw, lost 6 teeth, a twice fractured left arm, broken ribs, three fractures in her left leg, and her left knee would never be able to support her weight ever again. Rose went down on the first swing. She had curled into a fetal position, and Jake beat the names out of her. 

She was found nearly 12 hours later, when the police came to question her. Her bones had already started fusing back together, in whatever bent position they were in. A victims fund paid to get her jaw and nose fixed, so that she could eat again, and several of the fractures were broken and reset, but they couldn't do much for the knee. Her husband's rage had sentenced her to a wheelchair.

Rose was still upbeat, and I seemed to bring out the best in her. I seem to have a soft spot for maidens in distress. I stuck with her, and helped her the entire week. 

***** *****

As if the water wasn't hot enough in the bath, Ran was steaming mad. Ran couldn't believe what she was hearing. Motoko had claimed that she had 14 orgasms the night of the warehouse kendo matches. Sure, there were two doubles, and one quintuple, but still, that meant that Paul had brought her to orgasm eight different times. Ran was twitching in frustration over letting Paul use Motoko. 

Ran had her first orgasm four days ago, in the fluminarium channel. She was dying for Paul to take her, and end her frustration. Ran kept thinking to herself, I'm a good girl, I don't play with myself. She watched the other women in the bath, listening to Motoko spin her tale, and noticed that many of them had a hand between their legs. She could actually see that some of them were moving their elbows back and forth. Those Sluts, she would never be like them! She looked down, caught herself doing the same thing, and quickly moved her hand from between her legs. She watched as Motoko left the bath, and noticed how calm she was. Ran didn't know if she could take anymore of this torture. 

Three years! How could she last three years of this! She had to think of some way to break down Paul's defenses, and let him take her. She would have to plea a little, but not much. She knew her path was going to be through respect and admiration, but right now, she just wanted to submit her body to Paul and make the aching go away. She watched as one of the girls quietly tensed up, and then relaxed. She looked down at her hand and willed it once again to remove itself from between her legs.  

There was now secondary talk among other girls about how to get his attention after he had broken up with Motoko. He now had at least four other women wanting to be his next girlfriend, and Motoko's relationship wasn't even cold yet. Ran was seeing even more rivals against her. What kind of man was Paul, that he could send Motoko into 14 orgasms? And how would she ever get her own aching to stop?

***** Monday 11/05/2006 *****

The class on Saltspring Island was a studio boot camp. The studio was a place where artists paid money to use their equipment. Fifteen different pieces of equipment were covered; saws, cutters, grinders, flat laps, belt sanders, two sandblasters, and a lathe were demonstrated, as well as four different styles of kilns. Each of us was given four projects on the first four days, and expected to qualify for each piece of equipment. In total, I would end up with sixteen finished pieces. The last two days of class were free days to allow students to finish projects.

I considered this to be the more important class of the two that I had signed up for. Sure, Magma Glass was where artists received true inspiration from the masters, but this class allowed me to try out every piece of equipment that I might want in my workshop, and see how to use it before I bought one.

Once again, I was a man with a huge bonus check burning a hole in his pocket. 

Near the end of the week, I found out that Rose had her flight to Oregon from Vancouver cancelled. I stepped in, and offered to drive her to Oregon. I had enough room to get both of our bags into the trunk of my Impala, and her wheelchair into the back seat. So she accepted. 

On, Sunday, we drove to Portland, Oregon, home of Magma Glass. This class was called manipulating molten glass, and involved pouring and altering glass while it was in a pliable state. The pot melt that I tried turned out terrible, and I wanted to do a lot better. It was also fortunate that we were in the same hotel, so Rose didn't have to rent a car for the week.

When we pulled over for gas, Rose offered to drive. I gave her a puzzled look. "I have a bad left leg, and unless this has a manual transmission, which it doesn't, I can drive." Rose and I alternated driving after that. 

While driving to Portland, I found out that Rose lived in St. Louis, which is only a four hour drive from my home. I offered to drive her to the St. Louis airport so that she could pick up her car. She insisted on paying half of the gas money, and we figured out that we would both come out ahead. I then asked about hotel, and she told me that as long as there were two beds, and that I was a gentleman, we could split the hotel room costs, but no funny business.

When the class started on Monday, Rose wandered off, and I looked for an open workstation so that I could sit next to her. When I discovered that there was only one workstation left, I figured out that Rose was an instructor for this class. She was introduced as a thin glass master, one who does enameling and cloisonné. She was teaching a section on combing, which is when tools are dragged across the surface of molten glass. 

She had brought in examples of her enameling work, and she was a master of combing on these very thin pieces of glass that were melted on top of metal. Rose was expanding from thin glass to fused glass, and now showing these techniques to others.

The week went well, and I placed a huge order for some clear/vanilla streaky glass, and some assorted glass packs. In all, I purchased about 500 pounds of it. I got a very huge discount for such a large purchase. Rose also placed an order for glass, but a lot less than I did. She was grateful to be able to drive home with glass, and not have to ship it. 

***** *****

We got on the road on Friday about four in the afternoon, when the class ended. The driving was wonderful. Rose and I made a hundred mile rule. Each of us would drive for 100 miles, and then we would switch. I was a lot more relaxed on the drive, and we were able to travel longer. Rose already knew many of the hotels that had handicap accessible rooms, so I let her make the overnight arrangement. We ended up in just east of Boise the first night with a room with two queen beds.

***** *****

Jake paced the floor. "Rose! Tell me! Tell me who raped you!"

Rose sobbed, "No Jake! You're too drunk! If I tell you now, you'll go after them yourself. Let the police do their job, and pick them up. I did the rape kit, and they have all the evidence they need. Please, Jake, let it go!"

"Woman, you don't understand! If they attacked my wife, they attacked me, and I'm not going to sit around and do nothing! Once more Rose, tell me who did this!"

Rose felt Jake grab her again, and slam her into the bathroom door. He then threw her onto the floor and grabbed a baseball bat. 

"No, Jake, Please!"

Jake looked at the bathroom door, that had a dent where Rose's head had been. 

"You haven't asked to clean up, have you?" 

"Jake I did that at the hospital."

"No! You liked it! You came home, and still have the filth of those men on you, and you have been home for over a half an hour, and you didn't wash their filth off of you yet. You teased them into raping you, didn't you?"

"NO, JAKE! I was cleaning up when you arrived at the hospital. I love you! I never wanted them to touch me, I swear!"

"NO! BITCH! You wanted it! Now tell me their fucking names!"

"JAKE, PLEASE!"

WHACK! "TELL ME, BITCH! OR I'll give you another!"

"JAKE! NO!"

WHACK!

"It was Mick Henders, and the Peterson brothers."

"What the FUCK! They're my friends? Why would they go after you Rose?"

"I don't know Jake, but they did."

"I'LL KILL 'EM. I'll kill ALL THREE of 'em. You must have been teasing them, Rose. This is your fault. You let them have you, didn't you?"

"No Jake, I sw..."

The rain of hits started to pound as Rose curled herself onto her right side. Rose felt every blow crashing down on her, crushing bones, and pounding her flesh into meat.

Then she felt a soft touch. "Rose, you're having a nightmare. You are safe."

Paul stroked Rose carefully, and spoke in a soothing voice. Rose rolled over and clung to Paul. She sobbed openly as Paul stroked her hair. "It's OK, you're safe. It's going to be OK."

Paul spent the rest of the night with Rose crushed against him. He woke up several times when Rose tensed up, and he gently stroked her and whispered encouraging words, until Rose relaxed. 

The second day of driving went well. They had a king size bed this time, and Paul held her the entire night. Rose only tensed up twice.

It was three in the afternoon when Paul pulled the Impala into the Park and Fly at Lambert-St. Louis International Airport. Rose directed Paul to her van, a big white van. 

"Rose, do you have the rear three seats pulled out of that 15-passenger van?"

"Yes, I can get my booth in the back when I go to art shows to sell my jewelry. Why?"

"You don't have a sister named Sherri Grey? Do you?"

"Yes she's my identical twin sister. Wait, you told me that you lived in the Ozarks, Paul. What city are you from?"

"Quartz Springs."

"You're the Paul from the parking lot fight, aren't you!"

"And you were driving this van that day, weren't you! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was two hundred feet away! And you were facing away from the van for most of the fight. Do you really think I can recognize you from your butt? What about you?"

"Like you said, I was too far away. I bet they knew."

"Do you know what this means?"

In unison... "We've been set up!"

Rose pulled out her cell phone, "The nerve of my sister, I can't believe they did this."

I pulled out my cell phone, "It wasn't your sister. It was Mary that did this. She's the one who suggested these classes to me!"

Rose: "Sherri! How could you do this to me!"

Paul: "Mary, this has gone far enough!"

Rose: "What right do you have to play cupid, and what makes you think that I would want to be with him?"

Paul: "Wait! I DID NOT just hear a high five, DID I?" 

Rose: "You just wait until I get down there and beat you up!"

Paul: "No Mary, I am a gentleman, I'll just hold you down. I'll give my Shinai to Rose and I let her beat you up." 

Rose: "And you can forget about me ever nursing on your breasts ever again!"

Paul: "And that goes for me too!"

We both hung up, and sat there, realizing what we had both said. The cell phones rang, and we both turned off our cell phones and turned to each other. Both of us said in unison... "We need to talk."

"You fucked my sister, didn't you?"

"And you've screwed your sister Sherri, haven't you? That's incest."

"Don't play the incest card with me, Paul unless you are ready to back it up."

"How?"

"Look me straight in the eye, Paul, and I want you to think about this. Tell me you've never ever had a fantasy about having sex with identical twin sisters. And think of two identical Sherri's while you answer that."

I paused and then I looked away.

"Aha! That's what I thought! Now look at me again. Tell me that fantasy didn't have the two girls warming up on each other, and getting each other all hot and bothered, while you watched. Well, Paul?

I was silent, and looked down. She was right.

"HA! I though so. It's always the same. People get all self righteous about incest, but doing the identical twins has been accepted as OK. Double your pleasure, double you fun? Oh, no! That would be wrong! That damn jingle has been around since the '50s!" 

I looked at her and started to apologize.

"And don't get me started how people in wheelchairs don't have sexual urges either! I don't want to beat you up, but I haven't had a date in four years, and sex with Sherri has been my only outlet."

"OK, I didn't deserve that." 

"Well, tell me Paul, have you ever thought about doing me?"

"No, but in my defense, I was married, and I now have a girlfriend."

"Ok, but I don't want any pity from you, do you hear. I'm a woman, and not a poor crippled person that you can feel good that you helped. GOT THAT?"

"Loud and clear, Eleanor!"

She backhanded me, and smiled.

***** *****

I followed Rose to her apartment building. She had a two-bedroom apartment. Both bedrooms had a handicap accessible bathroom. Rose had converted one bedroom into her workshop, and had her kilns in that bathroom. 




The Contract Ch. 07



This is my seventh installment on my first submission. I would like to thank Kightshado, and MarionRed for reviewing this chapter. I will try and get chapter eight out within a week or two. I hope you enjoy.

***** Sunday 11/26/2006 *****

My name is Paul Beckson, and I live in a travel trailer, for the time being. It is on a ten acre farm in Arkansas. I have had my marriage annulled about a month ago, and I am building a workshop with a small apartment in it. The workshop is an arch style metal building that is eighty feet long and thirty feet wide. 

At this time, I am now seeing three women regularly. Motoko is my girlfriend, Ran is my instructor in Kyudo, and Calligraphy, and Rose is going to be my business mentor, as soon as my workshop was complete. 

I am on a paid leave of absence from my job at Morton Packaging. My girlfriend Motoko still works at Morton, as does two other friends Mary and Sherri. Sherri and Rose are twin sisters, but Rose is currently in a wheelchair. In eight days, Rose is having knee replacement surgery.

It was eight AM, and Motoko and I were moving things into the garage part of the workshop, when the big white van appeared in front of the workshop. It was pulling a rental trailer, and it belonged to my business partner Rose. The van also had Mary and Sherri in it. It was moving day for Rose.

Rose had stayed last night with her twin sister Sherri and came by in "The Beluga" as I would find out. Rose had named her van, and a white whale seemed like a good name for a big white van. I am not sure why women named their cars, but my two sisters did the same thing. Rose wanted to make a trip to St. Louis to bring things down to Crystal Springs, and I had room in the workshop. Rose wanted me to come and move some of the heavier things. 

Motoko vehemently objected to me going to another city with three women. She told me that these women might try to take me away from her. Sherri tried to assure Motoko what nothing would happen, and that Mary and her were now engaged, and that they would not do it again. The word "again" really set Motoko off. Motoko went ballistic, and she insisted that she had to go along too.

I actually can't blame her. We explained that Mary, Sherri and I had sex together before my first date with Motoko, and that made it a little bit better. A little bit. The entire way up, I was pressed against the side of the van, with Motoko trying to keep all the other women away from me. 

It was a long day. Four hours up, five hours of packing, and four hours back. Motoko got to know the three women, and took a liking to Rose. I sat in the front seat on the way back, and Mary and Sherri cuddled on the way back. It took an hour to unload the stuff into the workshop, and the three were off. We had all of the big stuff, and there was a need to take a second trip, because there was too much stuff. 

Motoko asked a lot of questions about what two women did to each other, and blushed many times at what she heard. Mary, Sherri, and Rose shared their experiences. Rose and Sherri not only talked about lesbian sex but also about threesomes. The twins felt safer when one guy took the twins out, and each would take an arm. When the twins would have sex, it was common for the two of them to exhaust the guy, and the twins would still be horny. Rose and Sherri learned to please each other, as well as the guy they were with.

One of the reasons Rose and Sherri ended up "Twins Dating", as they called it, was for foreplay. When they dated as a single, many of the guys they would date would not spend enough time on foreplay, and the woman would end up sore from not being wet enough. The two would look out for each other, and slow the pace down, offering to let the guy watch some girl on girl action, or have the guy switch to the other woman, before the main event. The two of them could control the pace until they were both begging to be fucked. At the end of the evening, everyone was content. 

It almost seemed that Sherri had replaced her twin sister with Mary. Mary and Sherri still enjoyed being with a man, but would want to do so by sharing the same man. Each felt safe and supported by each other. 

Back home in my Airstream travel trailer, Motoko plied me for answers about having a three way. I tried to assure her that I was not going to be with anyone else but her. I told her that I would have to ask her permission to be with another woman, and that she would have to ask me if she wanted to be with another man. We would have to figure out what we wanted. I then told her that I only needed one woman, and that was her. 

The night before, Motoko made love to me with abandonment. This night, Motoko make love to me in desperation. Even with all the assurances that I gave her, she was still afraid of losing me. Motoko tried too hard to please me, and I could feel her tension. I may have enjoyed myself if I had wanted a slave for a lover, because I could have asked her to do anything for me. I wanted a partner to raise children with, and this desperation bothered me. I did ask for, and received, a soap land bath with a happy ending. After we rinsed and dried each other off, I concentrated on her. We fell asleep in each other's arms. 

***** Monday 11/27/2006 *****

Thwap! A bullseye! The arrow left my hand and smacked the target dead center! I smiled as I finished the Hanare (release stage) and entered the Zanshin (continuation stage). Finally, I finished my shot with the Yodaoshi (lowering the bow stage) only to see Ran's flaring eyes and outstretched claws ready to tear me apart. 

"Aaaaaagh! This is impossible! You are STILL NOT LISTENING TO ME!" 

"Miss Himaki, I hit the bullseye! I am getting better!"

"NO YOU ARE NOT!"

If Ran could shoot poison darts out of her eyes, I would be a dead man. Ran balled her hands into fists and wringed them over her head. "How do I get this through to you? I DON'T CARE if you hit the target! AAAAGH!"

Ran turned and paced away from me. I could see the anger in her shoulders. After about ten paces, she stopped, and tried to relax. "Ok, I need to tell you another way."

Ran straightened up. "Baseball... No, that won't work." Ran continued to pace. 

"Got it! Mr Beckson, have you ever gone to a bowling alley?"

"Well, sure I have."

"OK, everyone bowls differently, right? They all seem to have their little quirks."

"Yeah."

"Well, Kyudo is not like that, you are trying to perform the Hassetsu with a set of precise moves like a Katas in other martial arts. Deviation for personal style is extremely limited. The reason is so that you will be able to repeat the movements precisely, and improve your accuracy. I need you to not even care about where your arrow goes right now, and concentrate on performing the movements cleanly. 

I stared at her, not really knowing where she was going with the bowling example. "OK."

"Let's say that when you bowled, you would have the following deviations. You would add a sideways shuffle step, your arm would twist on your backstroke, your shoulder would pull up, you would then rush the swing, and release your grip early, causing you to drop the ball before completing your full forward stroke. My job as a bowling instructor would be to correct each one of those problems, before even attempting to work on your accuracy. Am I right?"

"Is it that bad?"

Ran then pointed at the target.

"Each one of the quirks would erode your accuracy, but once in a while, even a blind pig can find a truffle. If I was a bowling instructor, I might not care if every ball was a gutter ball, as long as I could first get you to not dropping the ball. I might then start working on your targeting. Is any of this getting through?"

"Yeah, I get it. Do I look that bad?" 

"Do you have a video camera?"

I sighed and nodded. 

"Bring it with you tomorrow. I want you to see your own form and match it up against mine. I have ordered a training device that looks like the handle of a bow with rubber tubing to give you the feel of pulling back a bowstring. If you can't ignore the flight of the arrow, I may have to switch you to this."

Ran walked back towards me. 

"Mr. Beckson, you could become a student of Kyudo with the quirks in your style, but never an instructor. The goal here is to get you to be capable of being an instructor of Kyudo, and not just one that performs Kyudo. Now once again, let's see your Hassetsu.

With a great deal of trepidation, I started into the Hassetsu. 

***** *****

The meals with Ran were becoming the favorite part of my whole day. Nothing was rushed. Each piece of the Bento lunch was bite sized, and simple to eat. I became better at chopsticks. I would see Ran's father Kengi Himaki take a stroll about the garden during our lunch. He would look over several times during his stroll. If Ran was correct, I was winning points with her father.

One of the things Ran talked about that day, was her first year in Japan. She took the exams in March of her freshman year of high school, so she expected to be a sophomore. She was embarrassed about failing the entrance exams at several high schools. But she found out that her birthday in late April meant that she was by age a freshman. If she would have passed the exams, she would have been placed in a grade with people a year older than her. The biggest embarrassment was that a freshman went to Junior High in Japan, so she felt that she was going backwards. By the next year, she passed every entrance exam she took, and got into an even more prestigious school she had tested for the year before. It had taught her to take fallbacks in life as an opportunity to improve.

She told me that having to repeat her freshman year was the best thing that every happened to her. I knew that she was trying to cheer me up about my Kyudo form. It was good to have a Ran confide in me. After the awkward dance of positioning that my ex-wife Tonya and I had done to each other, I was ready to move on, but hesitant in which direction to go. Ran knew that I was getting frustrated, and she was trying to help.

I enjoyed listening to Ran go into depth about herself. It was starting to bother me that Motoko would change the subject when any conversation went from simple facts to deeper emotional feelings. I was starting to see what Ran meant about passion verses compassion. Motoko held her feelings deep inside her, and wouldn't open up. Ran was building an emotional foundation to build on. Even though I was physically involved with Motoko, I was getting more emotionally involved with Ran. I was starting to see Motoko as a rebound girlfriend, one that I would eventually need to let go of.

***** ***** 

That afternoon, I pulled out the video camera. I started to find a new disk, but then decided to look at what video I had recorded on the night I was served. It had been a month, and I was curious. 

It started with me turning on the camera and positioning it to look at the stadium stands. Mary had wanted me to observe Tonya and Ben at the football games. My idea was to try and act normal at the game, and allow the video camera to catch the interactions between Ben and Tonya. 

While I watched the video, I didn't see Tonya look over at Ben at all, she kept looking over at me. I did see her become shocked when she saw me in the stands, get on her cell phone and make a call. Tonya had told me that she had gone home before the football game, and saw that I had started moving everything of mine out of the house. If Tonya had told the truth about her actions, she had expected me to move out and disappear, and she used this moment to have me served before I completely moved out.

What I really wanted to see was Ben's reaction to me being served. I had though that I was being publicly humiliated in front of Ben. I had gotten to know Ben a little, and I was now willing to listen to Ben, but not Tonya. Any further contact with Tonya would depend on Ben's expression.

I watched, and saw Ben get agitated as he figured out what had happened. While I was clutching the folder with the divorce forms, he went down and confronted Tonya. It was clear that he was as surprised as I was. This confirmed his story to me. I then watched myself get up and grab the camera, and storm out of the stands. It was clear that I had not turned off the camera, and I got to hear myself confront Tonya in the Band Hall. The camera was looking away as I started to pound on the wall. It had a good image of Tonya watching me and crying. I then saw myself leave without the camera, followed by Tonya. 

I did not expect the next part. Mary came in, and looked at what I did. She went away and came back with cleaning supplies and entered Tonya's office. I heard a couple of gasps, and then she went about cleaning up any evidence. The camera still looked out, but I could hear what Mary was doing. Near the end, I heard and saw Mary pick up the camera and wave at it.

"Paul, I think this is your camera. I am going to cover it a bit and leave it on. I will pick it up in the morning, but I will assume that you planted this to record a conversation between Ben and Tonya. I am going to wedge open the door so that you will get audio evidence too. I will give it to you tomorrow."

Mary then placed the camera to look out the window, and put a folder on top of it to cover it up. She then wedged open the door, and went out with the cleaning supplies. She then stood at the window, waived at the camera, and left. 

The next fifty minutes were boring, and I fast forwarded through it. Then Tonya came in with cleaning supplies. She went right to her office and paused in disbelief. She then closed the office door and left.

I was a bit relieved that Tonya had also tried to cover up my rampage. The video was silent as students started coming in from the game. Mary came over and wedged the door it open again. I could hear the students milling about. Tonya came over and I could hear Mary tell Tonya that she had cleaned things up. Tonya went and closed the door and walked away, and things went silent again. Mary looked straight into the camera and shrugged her shoulders. 

There was more silent milling around, and Tonya came in and sat down. Ben came in and closed the door, and proceeded to chew Tonya out. The camera was still pointing into the band hall, but I got to hear the whole play by play. When Ben left, Tonya made a call to her lawyer. Tonya was very upset, and the lawyer did her best to calm her down. Tonya asked if she would meet her at home, and she left. Mary then came over, wedged the door open once again, waived at the camera and left.

The students thinned out. I saw Ben try to push everyone out of the band hall. Everyone thinned out except for one girl. Ben was sitting at that video review desk, and it was in clear view as the student came into view. I watched and listened, girl was trying to blackmail Ben into having sex with him. 

I knew that Ben had an affair with Tonya, but it was clear from his rant that he thought that the divorce was already underway. I had heard him lay into Tonya about stringing him along, and that he would not have anything more to do with her. If Ben had thought that we were already in the process of divorce, I could find not fault Ben for his actions. Tonya was the one who had clearly wove a web of deceit. I now wondered what I should do with this evidence.

I was starting to believe that Ben was also a victim of Tonya, so I decided to help him out. I downloaded the video onto my computer, and did some editing to get the clips that I wanted. I made a clip of Ben chewing out Tonya, and of Ben and the student. I burned a copy onto a fresh DVD and headed to the high school. It was about four in the afternoon, and I caught Ben in the parking lot. I gave him the disk and told him to watch it immediately, and left. 

***** *****

When I finished Jujitsu class, Ben was waiting in the bath for me.

"Dude." 

"Yo." 

"I owe you, big time."

"Sure, Big Ben." 

He winced at the name. But he knew that I had seen the video."

"No, I mean it. I was tapping your wife. You had no reason to rescue me. If I were you, I would have let me squirm on this one."

"It's OK. Is it going to help?"

"Julie is still trying to blackmail me into having sex with her. I am going to the principle with this in the morning."

"No good deed goes unpunished, Eh?" 

"That's for sure, that will be the last time I help any girl go to the clinic. It should have been her boyfriend that took her to get checked out. She ended up with a yeast infection, and that's it. What got me was that she was planning to go to the principle and say that I had taken her to the clinic because I was the one who had sex with her. I had to screw her so that she wouldn't tell everyone that I screwed her. That's really fucked up reasoning, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I heard it on the video. What would you have done, I mean, without the evidence?"

"I was going to hand in my resignation at the school. My band is getting back together, and we're doing pretty well on the local college circuit right now."

"Really? What Instrument?"

"Bass."

I immediately got an image of a spindly Ben with shades on and a monotone expression, plucking on his bass guitar in the background. It fit the image of a drugged ravaged rock musician.

"You must get lots of women. Don't waste your time on Tonya, and move on."

"Well Paul, that's for me to decide. I am done with one night stands. I really don't want to go back on the road. I actually like the Taiko drumming thing I have going here the best, but it's only part time work. The high school bit is OK, but I would rather have a willing student here than a captive student at the high school. The students have a lot different attitude when the parents are paying for the private lessons."

We sat in silence.

"So, how big?"

"Eight and a half."

"I bet Tonya enjoyed that."

Paul got a little riled up.

"With Tonya, it wasn't about size. She never said that I was better than you. It was all about caring for her career. She was pissed at you for wanting her to quit teaching."

"Yeah, Well...I guess she also got to trade up."

Ben splashed water at me, and then scowled.

"DUDE, NOT COOL!"

I put my hands up. "Sorry."

Ben grimaced, and then looked up. 

"OK, Paul. Let me tell you about being a big man. There were two of us in our band who were well endowed, Ricky and myself. When we would go on the road, we would end up having groupies at the hotel after every concert, and they would screw whoever they wanted to. Once we were all naked, Ricky and I would usually get a turn with every girl, because of what they saw. In the summer of 2003, Rickey started to not recover as fast after each concert. Everyone got tested, and Ricky had HIV. He lasted a little over a year. I probably fucked the same girl that gave Ricky aids. I was just a little more careful, and used fresh condoms after each woman. Do you know what I see when those groupies come after us?

"No."

"I see AIDS breeding factories, and now I'm the guy with the big target between his legs." 

"Oh. Sorry about that."

It's OK, I still owe you. I need to tell you something, because I think you need to hear this, OK?

"Sure."

"I'm going to tell you about how I learned to make love to women. It's kinda weird though, and it has three parts."

I didn't say anything. Ben splashed water onto his shoulders, stretched his arms, and then started talking. 

"OK, I've been in a band since high school, and I can tell you that I get a lot of pussy. Like you just heard, we might have six or seven groupies come back with us to our hotel room, and I would put my dipstick in each one of them. Going through two dozen condoms a week was common, because I switched skins after each woman. I'm not a super sex machine or anything like that, I usually can get off only two times a night, even with six of seven girls each wanting a turn. I just felt that it was safer to switch after every girl." 




The Contract Ch. 07



"Sometime on our off days, we would stay in the same hotel, and the groupies would bring their girlfriends over with them. Then some of the groupies brought over their pregnant girlfriends for a shot at Big Ben. It would go something like this. Oh, Ellen. You're already pregnant, so he can't get you more pregnant, can he? Mark will never know, and you can feel what it's like to have a big one inside you."

Ben paused and looked at me, and waited.

"You're supposed to ask me."

"Hey, I'm still shocked about you doing pregnant women."

"Hey, I was nineteen, and never turned away pussy. What can I say? You're supposed to ask me about hurting the baby."

"Ohhhh! That's right! If your dick is that big......."

Ben waived me off. And in the most authoritative voice he could muster. He spoke. "The head of the male organ will resolve in the posterior vaginal fornix, and not against the cervical opening to the uterus."

Ben smiled and then continued. "Well that's what the doc said, when I asked him. The cervix thing, or entrance to the womb, isn't at the end of the vagina, it's on the side wall. That means you're not going to harm the baby, even if you are well endowed. A big guy ramming it in and out slides past the cervix, and doesn't actually hit up against it at the end of the vagina. That's what I figured out from screwing pregnant women. The women were perfectly happy, and there was nothing to indicate that I had messed up their pregnancy. I also asked a doctor what was going on after screwing a few pregnant women, just to make sure. The stuff about the posterior vaginal fornix is the doc's spiel that I learned."

"OK Ben. We can screw women with a bun in the oven. I still don't see what this has to do with me."

"That's part one. The next part of the story will make more sense. Before this, I was a 'stick it in as deep as you can', type of guy. When you're screwing in a motel suite with 4 other band members and 7 groupies, you get to compare notes, so to speak. And I noticed that Vince, our keyboardist, was getting the women off faster than either Ricky or I were, and we're the guys with the big dicks. Vince is less than six inches, so I started playing around with not going in as deep. What I figured out was that a woman can actually get a worst fuck with a big guy than with a normal sized guy, if both guys just go in as deep as they can. That's what I wanted you to hear."

"OK, you're saying that it's not what you have, but what you do with it. I get it. But still...."

"Yeah, well, about once every other week, we would run into a girl that we would call a size queen, but most women were not. What I figured out is the parts of a woman with the most sensation are just in the first couple of inches of the vagina. The extra bit at the end of the vagina is there, but since most men can't reach it, it is not very sensitive. Putting the nerves for pleasure at the front of the vagina makes sense, doesn't it? So I end up going all the way into the woman, and then I start backing out until I find their sweet spot. Most of the time when I am with a woman, I go in as far as I can for show, and then I back out at least halfway. What really gets me is that some women never even catch on that I am fucking them with only half of it inside of them. That end part is sometimes insensitive, that they still think I am still going in full depth. After they orgasm, they just tell me how good it feels to have such a BIG MAN inside them. 

"Whoa! You've got to be shitting me! They didn't even know?"

Ben lifted his hand. "Hand to God. I swear. Most of the time, I would have less than half of my tool inside of them, so I know that even most men can improve their sex for the woman by not going in as deep as you can. The third part of love making is varying the depth. I like it deep, but most women like it in less than that. You figure out where she likes it best and where you like it the best. Once you get to know your partner, you can switch between the two depths so that you can have a climax together. That only happens by luck with a random sex, but it can happen a lot more with a lifetime partner. That's why I'm looking for Ms. Right for me. So, now you know my secrets to making love." 

"OK."

"Now Paul, Tonya figured out that I was not using all my assets, and that it was best for her if I didn't go in all the way. That's why I told you it's not about size. She never dissed you about your physical bedroom skills. You were completely big enough to satisfy her sexually. It was always about you not emotionally supporting her in her job."

I nodded, and we were silent, again.

"Hey Paul, what happened with the owner's daughter."

"I'm getting private lessons from her."

"Cool, I told you that was a hot ass."

"No, it's not like that. I'm actually receiving Calligraphy and Kyudo lessons. That's Archery."

"Oh... so... no nookie?"

"None, she's a virgin."

Again we sat in silence.

"I do have a girlfriend now, her name is Motoko."

"Cool, I owe you. Would you like passes to the concert this weekend?"

"Sure."

"Anytime. Like I said, I owe you."

Again, silence.

***** Tuesday, 11/28/2006 *****

After shooting an arrow, Ran and I sat down and replayed the video. I watched the video of myself shooting an arrow. My left foot wiggled, I shifted my hips, and I had a swing in my right arm when lowering the bow down to shooting height. I also twitched my right shoulder just before shooting. All of these things needed to be fixed.

I then watched Ran shoot, and I understood. We went back to the firing range, and I basically had to start over. Crap! When I looked over at Ran to confirm that I understood, she seemed to only give me a glare of contempt. 

This time Ran introduced something new. Ran stapled five papers on the five targets. Each paper had a symbol on it. 

"Do you know your vowels, A E I O U?"

I nodded.

"These symbols are in Katakana, this is the phonetic alphabet that you are about to start writing in Calligraphy today. I am going to make it easy today."

She walked down the target area. She walked from right to left, pointing at each symbol with an arrow. She spoke as she touched each symbol, "ah... eh... ii... ow... ooh..."

"I will say a vowel sound and you will shoot at that target, I expect you to also say the vowel sound after the Hassetsu. Tomorrow, I will mix up the five symbols, and NOT have them in order. Do you understand?"

Once again, I nodded. 

"OK, remember to concentrate on your form and not on hitting the target. I don't want to have to rewrite them. eh..."

I walked over to the second target. "eh..." I then started into the Hassetsu. 

***** *****

I didn't do well at Kyudo, Ran seemed to even more of a taskmaster. Calligraphy didn't go much better. After correcting my strokes for the fifth time, I had enough.

"Ran, What's wrong?"

"You're not pressing hard enough, and you're making the strokes too thin."

"No, What's really wrong? It this about Motoko?"

"No, what would be wrong with your fiancée?"

I relaxed. So, Motoko had announced in the bath, that she was now engaged. That's what had set Ran off. Ran was being caught in her own trap. After all, it was Ran's suggestion that I use Motoko as a mistress. 

"I am courting Motoko only. Does she have a ring on her finger?"

"No."

"Do you want me dating ANY OTHER women, besides Motoko?" 

"No."

"Then an exclusive relationship is preferred. And how would you suggest that I make sure that Motoko only dates me exclusively?"

Ran glared at me with clenched fists. Slowly, the mouth opened and the fists softened. Ran started to cry, and then she slapped me. "That's for not telling me!"

"Oh, and what secrets are you hiding from me, Ran?"

At lunch, Ran did apologize for slapping me. She eventually told me that the idea of courting Motoko was very clever. I, however, was not playing my courtship of Motoko as a ruse. I really didn't want multiple partners, and if elevating dating to courtship resulted in that, I was all for it. If this meant that Ran was off limits until my relationship with Motoko was over, so be it. 

***** *****

Ben took the video to the Principle, and they both watched it. Julie's mother, a recent divorcee, was brought in, and she was shown the video. Julie's mother knew all about Big Ben. Julie was one of the cougars that knew about Ben's attributes. Ben was being passed around as a novelty between the single mothers in the area. She was next on the "Bang the Big Ben" list, when Ben all of a sudden stopped taking advancements from the cougars nine months ago. She figured out that her daughter had overheard her gossiping to other women about Ben's endowment on the telephone. Julie must have heard her mother's plans to screw Ben herself. She decided she couldn't let her daughter take the fall.

Julie was brought in, but just before she was about to be suspended, her mother pulled her out of school. That week, Julie and her mother left town. 

***** *****

Tonya continued to call about the bonus check, and I kept blowing her off. She never came clean with the hidden bank account. My lawyer, Carol Bernstein, had actually done some research, and found the account at a bank in Arrow Point. Carol told me she had followed up for tax purposes, but I felt she wanted proof of what that other lawyer was doing, for her own piece of mind. Tonya also kept telling me that she wasn't a slut. I think the stripper pole was getting to her. She wanted to lash back at me, but didn't know how.

At the Azure Heart concert on Saturday, I saw a lot more of Carol Bernstein than I ever thought I would. Carol was on a guy's shoulders near the front of the stage. I pointed her out to Motoko, and we both watched as Carol pulled her top off and threw it into the crowd. Motoko was not pleased. When we were with Ben and the other band members, the groupies for the band also hit on me, which made Motoko even more agitated. I spent more time trying to calm Motoko down than I did enjoying the concert. Once again, sex with Motoko that evening seemed out of desperation. I was starting to wonder about how soon our relationship was going to end. 

***** Sunday 12/03/2006 *****

Once again, Rose showed up with the Beluga. This was going to be our final trip to bring down the final things from Rose's apartment. Mary and Sherri were not there, and Motoko insisted that she came along. The three of us went with us to St. Louis, and we all took turns driving. I don't remember how the subject came up, but Motoko was shocked when she found out that Rose and I had never kissed. I was driving and Rose was shotgun at the time when the subject came up. Rose went to the rear seat and sat down next to Motoko and gave her a long kiss. 

"Paul has never ever done that to me. Don't you think he is such a fool?"

"Hey, you two keep it down back there. Don't make me have to pull this van over!"

Rose fired back at me, "Keep your eyes on the road, buster! You never told me how sweet her kisses are!"

At first Motoko tensed up, and then she kissed Rose back, and giggled.

After that, Rose and Motoko became allies against me. Motoko's mood instantly changed. Motoko started treating Rose like she was my sister, or her sister, or something like that. Rose became a non-threat and the trip went extremely well. 

We stopped by a book store in St. Louis, and browsed. Rose and I picked out several books, and Motoko just sat there. Rose went over and tried to coax Motoko to pick out some books, and she ended up looking for books to give to me. I sat nearby, and listened in, as Rose spoke to Motoko.

"Motoko, these are Paul books, I want you to pick out Motoko books."

"But I want to give these books to Paul."

"Paul can pick out his own books, is there anything that you like?"

"I like Paul."

"Well, I don't think there is a book about Paul here."

"I know, I can buy a photo album, and fill it with pictures of Paul!"

"OK, then why don't we go over and look at photography books that will help you to take pictures of Paul."

That didn't work. Rose worked with Motoko for an hour, and she ended up buying a cookbook.

As we drove home, Rose and I took turns. The front passenger seat was empty as we drove home. Motoko was exhausted from packing the van and looking at books, and we each took turns holding her in the back seat. I was really happy that Motoko and Rose had bonded. Most of my female friends were treated as threats by Motoko, so I tried to push the bond a bit tighter.

"Rose, are you still having nightmares?"

"Sometimes."

Motoko was immediately all ears! Rose explained the beating she had taken from her ex-husband, and now Motoko was moved to tears listening to Rose. Rose showed the scars, and talked about the operations. Rose explained that we had shared a hotel room with two beds on the way home from Oregon, She had a nightmare, and I came over and held her. Once again, Rose stressed that she and I never kissed, and that I just held her.

Motoko volunteered to take Rose home to her apartment that night, and Rose agreed. My plan worked. I was getting exhausted having to calm down Motoko every time I was near a woman. I think Rose even saw that I would tense up  Motoko would get worked up. I think it helped that Rose was in a wheelchair. In one week, Rose was scheduled to go down to Little Rock for her knee operation. I had no idea if Rose would become an adversary again after the operation. For the moment, Rose and Motoko were becoming close friends, and there would be peace at the workshop.

This was the first time Motoko had treated a woman as a non-threat. I did feel that Motoko was starting to wear on my nerves. Each one of these outbreaks seemed to be training me to stay away from other women. Whether I ended up at Morton Packaging as a contract negotiator, at the Himaki Dojo as an instructor, or as the owner of Beckson Glassworks, I would have to deal with women every day. Motoko would have to accept this as a fact, and would have to control her emotions.

I was starting to see why Ran had taken the measure of Motoko, and decided she was not a threat. 

***** Wednesday 12/06/2006 *****

The workshop was finished! It had not taken two weeks like the salesman had promised, but four weeks to finish the workshop. The inspectors came by, and cleared the structure. I paid off the company, and started to move things in. 

I felt my life was progressing forward. At the cultural center, I was learning the Calligraphy, getting better at Kyudo, and Jujitsu was getting easier. I would be able to set up the workshop and test out the equipment, and then Beckson Glassworks could start producing products. 

The best part was that Rose and Motoko were hitting it off. Motoko had two older brothers, but no sisters. I figured that Rose was becoming a sister that Motoko never had. Things were becoming less tense and I would be in my new home soon.

My first party, the Kendo matches, was a great success. I wanted to do a second party, to celebrate the workshop. I decided to have a Christmas party. I was already invited to the Morton party on Friday the 22nd. I thought I could swing a party on Saturday the 23rd, but I first have to ask around and test the water. 

That afternoon, Mary and her son Jason helped me move stuff into the apartment part of my workshop. Jason helped me get my bed and dresser up the steps and onto the second floor. We set up the bed, put on sheets, and then went back downstairs. I got some drinks out of the refrigerator and we sat down and talked.

"Paul, did you know that by footing part of the bill for Lala's knee operation, you have made yourself into the only man Sherri will even consider as a sperm donor. They are twins, and she's gotten a lot worse about you."

I was puzzled at first. I am used to calling Eleanor by her middle name Rose, instead of Lala. "And how are you and Sherri doing, Mary?"

"I am still worried about Sherri leaving me for you. You have become somewhat of a sore subject between the two of us. I am learning to trust her, but I am trying to let go of my fear of losing her. I understand that we will end up finding some guy to share between us, but I am having a hard time not being possessive. I tried very had not to show it when we played with you, but every time she held you, I was secretly freaking out. We've had a couple of three ways with Rose, and I am not as threatened by that. Sherri grew up this way, and she is used to sharing a man with another woman. I am not, but I am getting better."

"And Jason, how about you?"

"Dad was an asshole, and cheated on mom. Ms. Grey is at least honest and up front about stuff. As for the girl on girl stuff, it's a little embarrassing, but if that's what makes mom happy, I guess it's OK. I would feel better if mom was marrying a guy like you."

I quickly looked over to Mary. Mary shrugged her shoulders. "I think it might be better too, but you can't help who you fall in love with. Actually, I'd feel better if you were in a committed relationship, so that you wouldn't want to leave that person for Sherri. So how's Motoko working out?"

"I don't know, she is getting along with Rose now, but I think she would flip if she knew we were having this conversation."

"Yeah, you just can't stay away from self centered people." 

I sat there for a minute. "Insecure, yes! But you think Motoko is self centered? OK, I'll bite."

"Tonya is obvious, right? She was focused on her career, instead of the family."

"Yeah, but Motoko?"

"No, not yet. I want to finish talking about Tonya. Tonya puts her self worth on her career instead of you and family."

"And I could not pull her away from that. I get it, Mary. That's why we are no longer together." 

"Now, Motoko is insecure. Right?"

I lifted my beer. I knew a long winded explanation was coming. "Right."

"Motoko puts her self worth on your acceptance of her. That means that 'Please don't leave me, Please don't leave me, Please don't leave me', is going through her mind all the time. When you talk to another woman, she is not happy that you can get along with that woman. She is afraid of losing you to her. Your happiness is secondary to her feelings of security. Her insecurity will always come before your happiness." 

I just sat there for a moment, but then I pushed back. "That could also describe you, Mary. You're still worried about losing Sherri. What's the difference?"

"Well, I am trying to be honest and have expressed my feelings to Sherri. I also can at least pick out a book to read. Lala told me about the book store. Motoko is having troubles even picking out a book to read, and she has to have some interests. Has she ever talked about her hobbies and interests? It's like she is afraid for you to see the real Motoko, that she is hiding herself from you. I don't think she has a very good self image of herself. Lala is trying to have her open up to you, because she likes Motoko. In the end, Motoko will probably lose you because she will not open up to you." 

I nodded. 

"Paul, you can probably do anything physically with her, but she is not letting you in emotionally. Am I right? You can probably turn her into your little love slave, if you wanted. You could get her to shave her hot pussy, and give it to you every night. It's somewhat sad, because she is treating herself like a sex object, not you. She is treating herself as a sexual object in order to win your heart."

I nodded again. "I'm getting sex any time I want it, but I don't know if I'd want her to shave. I am enjoying soap baths from her."

"Soap Baths?"

"America has massage parlors, Japan has soap lands. It's a Japanese massage parlor technique, so to speak. She uses her pubic hair as a washcloth, and soaps it up. She will then scrub my entire body with it. I just lay there and Motoko rubs her pussy all over my body."




The Contract Ch. 07



At this point. Jason got up. "I..I..I need to go to the bathroom." Jason left.

I turned back to Mary, who was now sporting a bright red face. "Mary, I forgot that Jason was here. I'm sorry about that."

"Well, I was right about Motoko, at least. About Jason, it's OK. Jason has been making a lot of trips to the bathroom, I'm afraid. Sherri actually likes teasing him."

"This can't be good."

"Well, it's working out for the better. She comes up with weird incentives. She spent the Saturday after the Homecoming bra less in front of Jason. Her nipples eventually started to leak and she had two wet spots on her t-shirt as she went bouncing around. It drove Jason crazy. She then made a deal that she would spend the entire week between Christmas and New Years bra less if Jason got straight A's on his report card. I usually try to stop her, because I think it's kind of cruel to do these things to a teenage boy with raging hormones. But, he's now doing all his chores, and is getting better grades on his homework. It seems to be working." 

Damn, Sherri bouncing around bra less. I was envying Jason. I shook my head. I was having trouble with Sherri physically wanting me, but emotionally wanting Mary. I was looking for the entire package in one woman. I was getting the feeling that Motoko was only half the package, too.

"So, what do I do about Motoko."

"Paul, I will give you my opinions, but I am completely out of the advice business. The last time I gave you advice, I asked you to wait, and you were served. I'm not about to stick my foot in my mouth again. Sherri and I were trying to set you up with Lala, but not as a business partner, and that failed. You were the first man that Rose was interested in since Jake. Physically, I know she is a mess. I know that her face is deformed from that beating that Jake gave her, she's almost thirty pounds overweight, and wheelchair bound. I can understand you not being sexually attracted to her. I am happy right now that you are business partners with her. Sherri is happier, and that makes me happy." 

"As for Motoko, I want what is best for you. Motoko is insecure, but I don't think she will cheat on you like Tonya did. She also wants children, and I know you wanted to start a family. I believe she would leave her job at Morton to become a stay at home mother in a heartbeat. She will gladly do the things that Tonya would not do. I know you want kids, so you need to start thinking about what type of mother Motoko would be. In terms of giving you advice, that's about as close as you are going to get from me."

When Jason came back, I thanked Mary and gave Jason thirty dollars for moving the furniture. I told him to take a girl to the movies with it. Jason was happy, and they left. 

Mary was right about Motoko. Motoko was happy and eager to do the things that I had pleaded Tonya to do. If I married Motoko, she would leave her job a Morton and I would become the sole breadwinner. I could almost blink my eyes and be back on the same track I had been on, but with a different wife. I was starting to think of Motoko as a rebound girlfriend. Could I now think of her as my wife again? Did I want to go back to my old life at Morton?

In ten days, I would have the certificates from the Dojo to end my leave at Morton. The only requirement for the yellow belt in Jujitsu was now an eight weeks of training requirement. I had already received the Tai Chi short form certificate. I would have a stable job again, and could marry again. I had already set up a vacation for myself over the Christmas holiday to go to Florida, and this could be my honeymoon. If I wanted to, I could be starting the family I wanted with Motoko almost instantly.  

If I married Motoko, I would still be able to work on a part time job of the craft business in glass. If the business took off, I could then quit and commit to it full time. The same thing was not true about becoming an instructor at the Dojo if I married Motoko. Ran was helping me become an instructor in order for me to be a better prospect as a husband in her father's eyes. 

I caught myself pondering a life with a woman whose name I didn't recognize eight weeks ago. This was crazy! I needed to slow things down, and figure out if she was the one I wanted to spend my life with. And then there was Ran. Ran was smoking hot! I knew I had options, and I needed keep everything open. No, there would not be a honeymoon over Christmas. It was still too soon. 

I still had a month left on my leave, and I had eleven weeks of vacation piled up. I could extend my leave until that was all used up. At that point, I would have to return to my job. Once I returned to my job, I would be stable, and could afford to marry again. I needed to decide about Motoko before going back to Morton. I had heard that one should not marry a person until you had dated for over a year. I now felt that I had a five month limit on my courtship with Motoko, and she was not being very forthcoming about opening up to me. I was starting to feel pressure.

I slept alone that night, dreaming about Motoko as a mother. The last time we had made love to each other, she had been desperate to please me. I took that desperation to please, and dreamed about what she would be like toward our children. I kept seeing her giving in to the children, and spoiling them. I wasn't happy with this outcome, and I didn't sleep well at all. 

***** Friday 12/08/2006 *****

I finished moving out all of my stuff from the trailer, and cleaned it up. Motoko and Rose came over and inspected the trailer. Motoko was excited about using her new kitchen in the workshop, and she told me that Rose and her had worked on a recipe from the cookbook, and went straight into the workshop with bags of groceries. I do not think I tensed up when Motoko had referred to the kitchen as "her new kitchen", but I had heard the comment, and filed it away. I reminded myself to make sure she didn't leave any of her clothes behind when she left in the morning.

I stayed outside of the workshop while Rose practiced getting in and out of the trailer by herself. Her wheelchair didn't roll very well on the gravel, so I agreed to make a concrete pad for the trailer and a sidewalk to the workshop. I called the building people, and they came out and measured. Rose would not actually move in until after the operation. Rose told me that she would take her last trip to St. Louis tomorrow, and settle up on her apartment. Rose and I then went into the workshop. We talked about the positioning of equipment in both the heated and the un-heated sections, and planned what things would go where. I then heard a familiar voice.

"So THAT's your new girlfriend? Talk about settling!"

I stiffened up. I didn't even want to turn around. "Hello Tonya."

"So this is what you spent OUR money on?"

I turned around and faced Tonya. "Well, I did spend MY money on this workshop. I have a one thousand square foot apartment back there, as well as my glass workshop. There is no OUR money anymore Tonya, there is just yours and mine. May I introduce you to one of the artists and instructors at the glass workshop I attended in Oregon. She is helping me set up my workshop, and getting my business started. Tonya, this is Rose Jones."

Tonya stiffened up, and then started towards us. "So, you're not trailer trash anymore. I thought you had a girlfriend." 

I shrugged my shoulders. "I do. Motoko is in the kitchen making dinner. Rose, this is Tonya, we used to be together."

Rose smiled at Tonya shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, I will be a doing little more than helping Paul to get his business off the ground. We've signed a three year joint business contract. I'll be moving into the trailer. So I will be the trailer trash, as you put it."

Tonya was taken back. Within a minute of arriving, she had insulted my business partner twice.

"So what is it this time, Tonya. Is the bathroom toilet leaking again?"

"Well I was wondering about that bonus check you got."

"Tonya, I have already told you, you had to tell me about the account you had at the Arrow Point Savings and Trust, before I would even talk to you. It's been seven weeks, and once again, I asked you to do something, and you refused. This is just like when we were married, I ask you to have children before you start teaching, and you just ignored me. You're not getting any part of that bonus check, Tonya. Please wait here for a moment."

I went into the apartment and retrieved my checkbook. I came back, made out a check, and shook it in front of Tonya. "Look, a check worth twenty four thousand dollars. This is about what you would have received. I am out of a job, and I need to start up my business, so I am paying Rose for her expertise to get me started. Now before I give this to my business partner to pay for her knee operation, I want you to try to convince me that you need this money more than Rose needs to walk."

After being insulted twice, Rose had already figured why I wanted nothing to do with Tonya, and was willing to push my point. Rose had a stern face on her as she raised her skirt and revealed her crushed left knee to a horrified Tonya.

"Oh God, I'm sorry. I didn't know."

At this point, Motoko appeared from the apartment, in a kimono. She had changed out of the clothes she came in and had fixed her makeup and hair for a formal tea ceremony. I had wondered where she had gone off to but it was evident that she wanted my first dinner in the new place to be special. She politely bowed. "Paul-sama, should I set another place setting for your guest?"

"Tonya, I would you like to meet my girlfriend, Motoko. Would you like to stay for dinner?"

Tonya just stared at Motoko with an open mouth. I finally chimed in.

"Yes, Motoko. I would appreciate it, if you could set another place setting for our guest."

Tonya was cordial that evening. Rose and I did most of the talking, but we did compliment Motoko on every one of the eight courses of the meal that she served us. Each portion was small, but well executed. A cup of soup, a small salad, four pieces of tempura vegetables, two pieces of a California roll, a hibachi chicken skewer, rice balls with parsley, sesame salmon cooked in mirin, and pickled daikon. Motoko had only learned the salmon and the salad dressing from the cookbook she bought last week, the others she had prepared before. She had also paid extra attention to the plating of the meal. We ended the meal with a ninth course, a sweet rice pudding with shredded coconut and a pineapple sauce.

Motoko had taken Rose in for the week, and I was receiving the payoff. I had been busy with classes, and I had wondered what Rose and Motoko were up to this week. Rose kept promoting Motoko, by saying things like "She worked on this dressing for two days". I think Rose now wanted Tonya out of my life as much as I did. Motoko simply blushed at every compliment and dismissed her cooking talents each time Rose or I complimented her. Tonya spent the entire time smiling and being pleasant, and I knew that she was paying a price to get something from me.

Motoko did talk about the Japanese emphasis on variety. She was taught to try to eat thirty different foods each day, and this meal had thirty different fresh ingredients into it. The salad had the most, in that it had eleven different vegetables. She said that is why each course was so small, so that we would not fill up before we had eaten all thirty ingredients.

Rose and I talked about the craft industry. Rose made it clear to Tonya that I had picked an excellent mentor to get into the industry. I think she wanted Tonya to know that between her and Motoko, there was no need for her to ever come around again. Tonya got the message.

After dinner, I walked Rose and Tonya out to their cars. After Rose had left, I saw Tonya off.

"OK, Tonya. As far a money is concerned, the answer is no. I still have four months to go before the spring craft fair season starts, and I have no income until then. Is there anything else that I can do for you?"

"Well, I'm having financial problems, Paul. You've always taken care of that. I know I am doing something wrong. Can you come over and help me figure it out?"

"Not tonight, I think Motoko has something planned. What if I come over tomorrow afternoon, about two?"

She nodded, and left. She had sat there and taken the abuse from Rose, and relished every bite of food that Motoko had put in front of her. Tonya had even asked for extra to take home. For the proud Tonya, this had to be eating crow, but she took it. I figured that this meant that Tonya, in the last seven weeks, had maxed out her credit cards. I knew about how much Tonya was given in the divorce, and I knew that she shouldn't be having any financial problems. I didn't want to, but I would help her out again. I waived goodbye to Tonya as she drove off.

When I returned inside, Motoko looked radiant in her kimono. I embraced her and softly brought my lips to hers, she responded with burning lust. The insecure Motoko was gone, and she was replaced by the ravenous tiger once again. Motoko didn't mention it, but I figured out that Rose had taught her new things to do to me, and I loved every minute of it. I could be married to this Motoko, if I could only figure out how to get rid of the insecure one that kept popping up.

***** Saturday 12/09/2006 *****

I had made a series of three Katakana characters on three by five cards, in Calligraphy today. Ran was using them as flash cards during lunch. I was working the K's and M's today.

"kakiku... kokeka... akeka... momima... mumame... omamu..."

They were nonsense words, just to get me to get use to hearing the sounds as I looked at them. This was a phonetic alphabet, and any word in Japanese could be written in Katakana. I was getting better, and I was starting to phonetically speak the Katakana on the signs around the cultural center.

"Paul, you are picking this up a lot faster than I expected."

"Well Ran, I have been going here for fifteen years, and all of the signs at the center are in Katakana and in English, so you have to expect that some of this is just from eighteen years of exposure. Just wait till you start teaching me Hiragana, that's not on these signs."

"You are still doing better than I expected. I teach Japanese here, and you are faster than some of the children of families where Japanese is spoken at home. Do you have a photographic memory?"

"I have some photographic memory ability for pictures, but for words, no. It made it a lot easier for me to take Art History courses at college. Is there anything that came easy to you?"

Ran, smiled, and started talking about her favorite subject in high school and college, history. It was wonderful to hear someone talk in depth about themselves. I could hear that it had inspired her, and what was important to Ran. There were a few subjects that were off limits, just like me, but she was very open with me. I was more relaxed when I ate lunch with Ran, than when I ate dinner with Motoko. There were deeper conversations, and Ran's sole was growing on me every day. 

***** *****

I arrived at Tonya's to find out the she had indeed maxed out her two credit cards. When I went into her bedroom, I found the stripper pole was still there, as were the two four foot wide floor to ceiling mirrors I had installed to make the corner into a dance stage. She had strapped two horizontal bars to the stripper pole and was using the corner of the bedroom as a dressing room. She used the bars as a clothes racks, and the inside area with the mirrors as a mirrored dressing room. As I looked at all the new clothes hanging from the two horizontal bars, I saw a Tonya that was out of control. I went into the closet, and found that my meager area was also filled with new clothes.

I helped Tonya set up a budget. We went through her purchases and found over six hundred dollars worth of clothes that she could return. We went through the house and looked for things to take to the pawn shop. I told her that giving her money would not allow her to face her problem. I did go shopping for less than a hundred dollars worth of food with her, which I paid for. These were bulk items, like ten pounds of rice, beans, cans of soup, Spam, frozen vegetables, and a case of Ramen noodles. She would not starve, but she would remember the month of December of 2006 for a long time.

I had given in a little to Tonya with the food, but I was feeling proud of myself for drawing the line. 

When I got back to the workshop I was met by an angry Rose.

Rose held a rock in her hand. "WHAT IS THIS?"

"Rose, this is Quartz Springs. That is a piece of quartz. I tested the diamond blade tile saw with it."

"I KNOW it's a piece of quartz, Paul. What is it doing in a glass workshop?"

"Like I said, I was testing the tile saw."

"And you thought it would be a good idea to test the tile saw with a piece of devitrified silicon oxide?"

I looked at the quartz, bug eyed. "Oh my God! I just contaminated the workshop!"

"Yes you certainly did. Every piece of quartz dust that you made will ruin a piece of glass by becoming a seed for crystallization. Right now, you should be glad that I am going to Little Rock to get a knee replaced, or I'd be riding your ass all next week about what a bonehead you are!"

Rose pivoted her wheelchair and went into the apartment. "You'd better have this cleaned up before I get back from the hospital!"

She was right. I was pissed at myself, but I was also aware that I had seven thousand dollars worth of glass that I may have ruined, if I had not forged a deal with her. I had planned to run the kilns full out while Rose was in the hospital, to impress her. I now needed to take a big step back and wait a little longer, while I cleaned the workshop. Damn!

I was angry at myself, but I didn't want to ruin the evening. I followed Rose into the apartment, which was once again filled with the aroma of Motoko's cooking. I apologized to Rose, and told her that tonight would be a good luck celebration for the operation on Monday.

Once again, Motoko's cooking was wonderful. I complimented Rose on helping her, in the kitchen and in the bedroom, and Motoko broke down. I had guessed it already, but Motoko came clean about practicing kissing with Rose, and it was not just on the lips where they kissed and touched each other. She begged for forgiveness.

I had asked for exclusivity from Motoko, but I was also feeling guilty about Ran. The most I had ever done with Ran was holding her hand below the table as we dined, but it was still emotionally cheating on Motoko. In the one hour that we slowly ate together, Ran was seducing me not just physically with her food, but verbally through conversation. If I had lashed out at Motoko for what she did, I felt that I would have to confess my relationship with Ran. I still considered myself as courting Motoko for marriage, and I had never even kissed Ran. So I held back on confessing my guilt. 

"Motoko, are you dating any other men?"

"Oh, no, Paul-sama. I would never do that!"

"And let me guess, you practiced things from Rose that help you make love to me?"

Motoko nodded.

"What if I practiced things with Rose, to help me make love to you?"

Motoko started crying. Rose became angry. "Paul, that's uncalled for, she did it for you. Besides, she is just dating you, and I don't see a ring on her finger."

"Rose, don't try to whitewash this. Let's say I did practice things with you, just like she did. I could say the same thing to her, and mean it, but I believe that Motoko would think that I was cheating on her. I learned a lot from your sister and Mary, but that was before I decided to start courting Motoko for marriage. I need to know if I can trust her to be faithful to me, and that means with a man, or a woman. This could be a leak in the dam that can be fixed, or it might end the possibility of ever having a monogamous relationship with her. I allowed this to start on that trip to St. Louis, and we now need to set some boundaries. If we both agree on the boundaries, then it's OK. I want you to understand that I have never even kissed another woman since I have been courting Motoko."




The Contract Ch. 08



This is my eight installment on my first submission. I would like to thank Knightshado2 for reviewing the story. I hope you enjoy. Comments are welcome!

***** Very Early Monday Morning 12/11/2006 *****

I engaged Mr. Sato again. After a flurry of blocked attacks, Mr. Sato finally acquired an arm and threw me. 

WHAM!

I was exhausted, and could only lay there as Mr. Sato lauded over me.

"And that waza is called ikujinonai ahou otoshi, or the spindless wimp drop, which is required of any real man to perform and keep a happy marriage. And now I would like ask my assistants to demonstrate some body locks."

At that moment Motoko, Mary, and Sherri came forward, and removed their tunics and pounced on top of me, naked. Mary and Sherri each grabbed an arm and sat on a wrist. Motoko straddled my body, ripped my tunic open, and literally sucked my wilted penis into her vagina.

My mother walked by and said to the women, "I'll take one half dozen grandchildren, please."

I tried to cry out, but it was like I had forgotten how to speak. The only sounds that came out of my mouth were moans and groans.

Motoko started grinding against me, and looked up at my mother, "Boys or girls?" Her vaginal muscles started to ripple against my member, urging it deeper inside her.

"Well, at least one of each, if you please. Paul, be a good boy and help these ladies out." 

Sherri and Mary ground their pussies into my hands, and my fingers were sucked into their vaginas as I groaned with pleasure. I tried to get up, to take control, but that only made the women moan, and beg for more. Within seconds, my manhood was completely hard, and Motoko proceeded to rise up, and then slam her body into mine, impaling herself on my shaft, over and over again. 

"Give me your seed, Paul! Give me a baby!"

Mary and Sherri joined in. "Yes Paul, but save some for us! We're next."

As the three women continued to writhe on top of me, I felt my hands being sucked into Mary and Sherri. I was now fisting each of them as they held my biceps against the mat. I was pinned and helpless as the three women rammed their pussies against me. Their motions started to synchronize with each other and I could hear a bass guitar slapping out a rhythm. The sound became louder and I eventually saw Ben's face towering over me. 

"Paul, it seems that you've got the target between your legs now. Better you that me!"

I start to thrash around, rocking from side to side, only to see that we were now on a stage, where thousands of people were watching the three women milk me for my semen. The rocking only excited the audience, and I saw my lawyer, Carol Bernstein, who was in the audience on someone's shoulders, pull off her top and throw it into the audience. As I started kicking my legs wildly, my ex-wife Tonya climbed out of the audience and onto the stage and pinned one of my legs down. 

"You fucked me over, and now I'm going to make sure you get screwed over too! Where is my part of the bonus check, Paul!"

Carol, with her breasts bouncing to the bass rhythm shouted, "Is there a commission in it for me?"

Tonya retorted back, "Sure, I'll give you the standard commission!"

Within seconds, both of my legs were being pinned down, and Tonya and Carol were grinding their pussies across my toes and moaning. 

The only thing I could move was my head and shoulders. My head was off of the mat, and I thrashed it about, trying to rock my shoulders and turn myself over. I hear a crack and pain ripped across my left shoulder. Ran, dressed in black leather boots and black corset sauntered up, caressing a whip. 

"What did I tell you about keeping your shoulders straight during the Youfuckmo! You're never going to get this right, are you? Girls, you're really going to have to whip this wimp into shape."

Motoko, while ramming herself up and down on top of me, shuttered into an orgasm, and continued to milk my cock. "Ran, come and join in, there's some sperm here for you too!"

Ran lashed out her whip again, and pain tore down my body from my right shoulder and down into my groin. "Nah, I'm not interested in a man with bastard children," and walked away. 

Tonya chimed in, and my entire foot was enveloped inside of her. "I had a chance at that for a long time, and I'm not interested in that either. I'm just interested in fucking Paul over, and my part of the bonus!"

My other foot was sucked into Carol's flesh, and she added, "Minus my commission, of course."

At this point, Rose floated down on me from above, and her hands clamped down on either side of my head. She held my head tenderly and calmly spoke to me. "You knew we shouldn't have done anything Saturday night, darling, but I haven't had a man between my legs for so long, I couldn't help myself. Just remember, you were the one who decided to mix business with pleasure."

And with a smile on her face, Rose pressed my face into her muff, grinding her clit against my nose. The six women writhed to the bass licks, as the deep notes thundered through our bodies. I was helpless, as waves of energy pulsed through my body, and into my groin. With each wave, Motoko tried to milk my essence into her womb, and begged for more, until I could not hold back. 

My body shuddered, and my hips thrust Motoko into the air, only to have her ram herself back down and onto the continuous flow of semen erupting from my member. 

I woke up, lunging into a sitting position, with my penis still releasing it's sperm into the sheets. I pulled back the sheets and stared at my cock, as it continued to twitch.

"TRAITOR!" 

As if to respond, my manhood twitched one more time, and another spurt of sperm oozed out.

I flopped back down and shook my head, "I have got to take control of my life."

With that my stomach churned, and I let out a belch, a beef stroganoff belch.

As the smell of my mother's Stroganoff wafted through my sinuses, I shook my head. 

"This can't be good." 

***** *****

Without much sleep, I struggled through my morning lessons. Tai Chi is supposed to re-center your being, but the slow movements seem to cause my arms to shake. Ran could tell I was completely off and struggling. She eased back on the lessons, a bit. At lunchtime, I told Ran that I might have gotten a bit of food poisoning the night before, and I ate just a few rice balls with her at lunch. It continued to bother me, not just the act of being pinned down, but the intensity of the women had turned me on. I kept looking at Ran, and seeing the black leather outfit on her. I had seen her completely nude before, in the bath, but somehow, I was getting turned on by thinking of her in that outfit. 

Especially the boots. There is something about a woman in boots that come up past the knee, that end just before covering up their cheeks....

"What is it Paul? Did I spill something on my pants?"

I averted my eyes. I had to have been stating at her legs for some time. I shook my head and looked up at her face. Now I saw red lipstick on her soft lips, which I knew she hadn't put on. 

"No, Ran. I'm just lost in my dreams from last night."

"Oh?"

"Ran, I had a nightmare last night, I had lost all control of my life."

Ran nodded. "It makes sense. Right now, you're a ronin."

I tilted my head, and stared at Ran. Her lips now had their normal color, but they still looked soft and kissable. I knew that I wasn't going to kiss her, but I was tempted. Last night, Motoko had pushed my buttons, and I wanted to escape what I thought was a trap. The trap wasn't Motoko's fault, it was my fault. I didn't interrupt my mother, who was filling Motoko with ideas of having children sooner and not later. Because of the dream, I really didn't want to see Motoko today, but I knew I had to. Maybe because in my dream, Ran was the one and only woman who had not joined in, I felt Ran was currently a good place to run to. 

I regained composure. "OK, what's a ronin?" 

"It means adrift, or, lost in the surf. In an island nation like Japan, attacking samurai would have difficulty getting to shore with their weapons and armor. A ronin is lost in a struggle with the sea before attempting his true mission. The original usage was a term for a Samurai warrior that has lost his master. Being a samurai is expensive, and requires a sponsor, or master. The modern usage, a Ronin is a high school graduate who was unable to pass an entrance exam for a college. They end up doing minimum wage jobs, and attending cram schools, in hope that they will eventually pass and enter college. They are caught in a struggle before they can proceed on the path of life."

"So, this is about losing my job?"

"Paul, it could be your job, your marriage, your goals in life, anything like that. Paul, do you really know what your life is going to be like a year, or even five years from now?"

"No, not really, but I am..."

Ran cut me off. "You are adrift right now, and you need to find direction in your life. Loss of control is a common dream, were you falling?"

"Sort of, Mr. Sato kept throwing me, and I became pinned down."

"Really? Paul, from what I have heard from Mr. Sato, you have passed every waza needed for every belt up to a brown belt. You regularly trounce every opponent below a black belt, and you haven't even obtained your yellow belt yet. I know I've been a little hard on you about your form, but you are progressing well in everything I am teaching you, too."

"Well, it may be more about not having a clear goal to use my skills, than my ability to learn a skill. It also might be a bit of losing my marriage, and not being able to embrace being single again." 

Ran looked up and paused. She probably had more to say about jobs and careers, but mentioning my marriage had thrown out her train of thought. I was glad that Ran was being sympathetic with me today. I needed my head cleared, and Ran was helping. She at least was helping me see that I was progressing. She nodded her head.

"In that way, I am a Ronin too. I am at the age where I am to be married off, and I have no idea who my father will choose for me to marry. I want this feeling to go away, but at this time, the only actions I can do are smile and try to be pleasant with the people around me, and possible groom a potential suitor."

Ran gave me a wink. I wanted none of her flirting.

"That's not what you said a month ago. You simply gave me over to Motoko. I am here to learn skills with you, Ran, and I need to make it clear that I am with Motoko right now."

Ran got a little ticked off at me, and started to put away the lunch. Without a word, Ran stood up, bowed, picked up the bento boxes, and walked off slowly. It had bothered me that Ran had simply turned and walked away, but it didn't seem that she was speeding off quickly. What had I been picking up about Ran? I felt she wanted me to pull her back. 

"Ran, you obviously don't care about Motoko. Can you at least give me an honest assessment of Motoko?"

Ran stopped and stiffened up. She turned around and put the bento boxes back down. She poured some fresh tea, and sat down. She then let out a sigh. I had never seen Ran look so vulnerable.

"Paul, let's just say that I am a devious woman. Motoko has changed since you two have been courting. She is pushing herself to become more worthy of you. I knew at the Kendo Matches that I could have stepped into the opening you gave me, but instead I played a stupid game." 

All morning, I would glance over at Ran and I could almost see the black leather boots that molded themselves up to just a few inches of her glorious bottom, and her black leather corset caressing her breasts. My morning glances were of a strong powerful woman. I had a hard time seeing this new image of Ran, being adrift. Usually, Ran's confidence seemed overpowering, but now she was showing her heart. The only other time that I seen this side of Ran was when she had slapped me across the face. Ran had a soft side, and she was having trouble controlling it. Our eyes met, and then she averted hers. I could see she was having images of me.

Suddenly she looked up, "Paul, did you really bring her to eight separate orgasms that night, with several multiples?"

"She talked about THAT in the BATH?"

There was shock on Ran's face. "Y..Y..You didn't even flinch at the number, you're more concerned with privacy. Oh, My God, It's true! You did make her cum that many times. And with multiples, she said it was fourteen orgasms in all!"

I shook my head. "I can't believe she's been relaying our sex life to everyone. Is that why I'm getting looks from other women at the center?"

Ran's jaw had dropped as if she had lost all control over the facial muscles. She nodded silently.

We were both embarrassed, and looked down at our food. We ate the rest of the lunch in silence. After finishing the lunch, and while Ran cleaned up the table, she whispered, "Motoko is a lucky lady, and I am a fool". Ran bowed and walked away. I should have said something, but nothing came to mind.

I went home and slept, without even trying to clean up the workshop. Finding out that your sex life is being made public hurt almost as much as the dream. I really didn't want to see Motoko, because I was afraid that I would tear into her about talking in the bath. I also didn't want to tell her, because that would mean that Ran was confiding in me. Around mid-afternoon, when I did finally wake up, I was feeling better and I ordered two pizzas. I knew that I had classes that evening and tried force myself to eat, could only finish three pieces. After placing the boxes in the refrigerator, I thought of Tonya, barely being able to afford to buy a pizza. 

After classes, I melted into the soaking pool, just wanting my problems to go away. Ben came in.

"Yo."

"Dude."

"Can I call in a favor?"

"Sure."

"Some time this week, Take Tonya out for Pizza, Order too much. And let Tonya take the extra home with her. Make it a business meeting, something about next years marching band program. It doesn't have to be a date. I'll give you a twenty, just buy some food for her."

"What happening, Paul?"

"Tonya went on a spending binge and maxed out her credit cards after the annulment. I had to help her take her big screen TV and some other things to the pawn shop. I don't want to give her money, but I also don't want her to starve. She needs to learn a lesson out of this." 

"You want me to I date her?"

"That's your call, not mine. She's probably starving for companionship, but she still has a serious attitude problem. I am not planning to bale her out. I may give a gift card to the supermarket for Christmas, but that's it." 

"Dude, you're cold."

"As cold as being served divorce papers at a football game?"

"OK, you got me. We didn't have this conversation, did we?"

I smiled at Ben. "What conversation? And by the way, hell has not frozen over."

I didn't want to help Tonya out directly, but Ben could work as an indirect agent. She would get fed, and Tonya would get a little help. It was going to be a hard month for Tonya. 

When Ben waved off the twenty, I felt better about my situation. I had a friend who would do a favor for me. Yes, he was the guy who had an affair with Tonya, but he had done so because Tonya had told him that we were in the process of divorce. He was also pissed off at Tonya, but he still had to work with her.

I wanted control back, and I wanted Tonya to stand on her own feet. If I could use Ben to make this happen, it would make my life feel more like mine again. I was not the helpless victim in my dream, but the guy pulling strings and making things happen.

***** *****

The week went quickly. 

I didn't see Motoko until Wednesday.

Rose had the operation on Monday, and on Wednesday, had a second operation where her left leg was re-broken and re-set. There was something wrong about Rose's Femur that didn't show up until during the operation. Sherri brought her back to stay with her for a while. 

I kept my thoughts off getting a tongue lashing from Rose by spending a day meticulously cleaning the workshop. I replaced the diamond tile saw blade, and re-cleaned each piece of glass that we had. I had purchased a large amount of Vanilla Streaky glass, and found myself laying the pieces out to dry next to each other. The plates of glass became a jigsaw puzzle. I knew I was wasting time, but I kept shuffling the pieces until I had constructed the glass into the pour that came out of Magma Glass's furnace.

I had better things to do, but I kept playing with the pieces of glass until the puzzle was done. I wasted a day playing with glass. It was 1AM when I finished and walked around the glass. The pour was 40 inches wide, and the glass was split down the middle. In all, I had 24 pieces of glass that were 20 inches wide and about three feet long. I had a left side and a right side that ran for about 36 feet. I walked around the glass and saw an image running down the glass, an angel with open wings. The image was about 15 feet long.

I went upstairs and looked out the window at the shop floor. It was stretched, but it was there. It was one of those images that you would see in a cloud on a summer day. I picked up my camera and took pictures of the glass, and pushed the images into my computer. I then played with stretching the image to see if I could see it more clearly. The angel seemed to be landing. I played with shrinking one dimension about 4 times the other. The 15 feet turned into about 46 inches. After cropping the image, I ended up with a 42 inch wide by 27 inch high image, if I could slice the glass into strips and stand them on end. This was going to be a massive strip technique project, if I was to try it. I needed to ask Rose what she though about the project, before even attempting it. I carefully numbered the ten pieces of glass, and set them aside. 

I started moving the left over pieces together. After playing around I found a second image, a dragon. It was less defined and less stretched. Once again I numbered and set aside the pieces of glass. I felt overwhelmed by the size of these two projects, so I tried to come up with something a lot smaller to do. I ended up thinking about Thank You gifts for my instructors.

On Wednesday, I did go and see Motoko after the workshop was cleaned up. She was very nervous. I actually got Motoko involved with ideas for Thank You gifts to my instructors. She suggested dishes for Ran, and ornamental bowl for Mr. Sato. 

I booked a trip to Florida between Christmas and New Years. I decided on two nights at a beach on the gulf coast, and then on to Orlando. I tried to figure out what Motoko would enjoy, and the travel agent was very helpful. It would also allow me to watch her around children. I was courting her, and if she was going to be the mother of my children, I would need to know how she reacted around them. I figured a day or two at Disney and Sea World would fit the bill.

I would watch and learn, and this would help me figure out if Motoko was the one.

After that, I wanted to test out what equipment I had in the workshop. I spent a day performing some test firings. I had already had an idea for a Christmas present for my mother, a strip bowl design, and a similar one for Mr. Sato. I also wanted to do a larger project. It was overkill, but Motoko's idea of a dinnerware set for Ran was a good larger project.

I decided to make some square plates to start with. After drawing and sketching for a while I ended up playing with the Himaki family crest. Ran had been very patient training me to shoot Kyudo, so my first project turned out to be a set of glass sushi dinnerware for four people with serving plates. I used my degree in graphic design to come up with a design that included the Himaki family crest. 




The Contract Ch. 08



I noticed that many of the other women at the cultural center started to smile and flirt with me, even more than before. When I talked to Ran, she informed me that Motoko had gone silent this week in the bath. We figured that the ladies were starting to sense the end of our courtship. I felt like I was lost lamb being circled by the wolves. This was almost worst than Motoko talking about our sex life. 

On Thursday, I went into Morton Packaging to give Richard the Tai-Chi short form certification. While I was there, I stopped by Motoko's desk. Motoko and I went to the cafeteria, and gave her the itinerary for the trip. I had to hold her hand on the way back to her desk, it felt like she floated back to her desk in a daze. 

That afternoon, Motoko called and made sure that I was coming over after my evening classes, promising a special meal that night it I came to her apartment.

That night, Motoko greeted me at the door covered in nothing but whipped cream. I loved every bit of my meal that night. 

In all, it was a quiet week. Motoko and I were back as an item. Ran continued to train and sweet talk me. Rose kept her distance, and stayed with Sherri.

On Friday, I finished my anger management requirements, and could go back to Morton Packaging before Christmas. I completed my yellow belt in Jujitsu, and had already performed the Tai Chi short form to the satisfaction of the instructor. Once again, I went to Morton Packaging. I took the Jujitsu documentation and placed it in Richard's hands to get my job back. We agreed to announce my comeback at the Christmas party next week.

In addition to Jujitsu, I had learned Katakana, the basic alphabet for Japanese. I was now able to phonetically say words on the signs around the Cultural Center. Each sign had the name in English, in Katakana, and in the Kanji word symbols. I had learned a few phrases from coming to the Dojo, but not much. I also had some training in Kyudo, Japanese archery.

I threw myself into finishing the gifts. I wanted to have something done before Rose came back. Three days, and four firings later, I was finishing the plates, smoothing out edges and giving a satin edge finish with my belt sander. On Monday, December 18th, the place settings were complete. I called Tonya, and I tried to arrange a meeting with her. It was exam week, and she had Tuesday afternoon off. 

It was exam week? It had been nine weeks since midterm exams, the week my life imploded. A lot had happened in nine weeks, and my life was getting back on track. Sexually, I had done more and had the greatest sex in my life. Monetarily, I owned everything I had, without a mortgage. I had roughly eighty thousand still left over, half of which was now in the stock market. Rose came up with twelve thousand dollars, so I also had a loan to her for an additional twelve thousand, but that was due in three years. The severance bonus was gone, but I was going to start getting my normal salary in four weeks. This would continue until I had used up all of my vacation time and sick leave, which was in mid April. Things were looking good.

***** Tuesday 12/19/2006 *****

I set up a meeting with Tonya at two. It may have been the yuletide spirit, but I was feeling generous, so I borrowed Rose's van and went to the pawn shop. I paid for Tonya's big screen TV, and showed up at my old house to a very grateful Tonya. We unloaded it and she served me some ice tea.

"Paul, I'm sorry. I should have started our family, just like you wanted. I am prepared to hand in my resignation as soon as I get pregnant, and become a stay at home mother, if you will have me back."

My god! Hell had just frozen over! I wasn't ready for this.

"Tonya, I have moved on. It's too late."

"It's that Motoko girl isn't it?"

I shook my head. "It was you putting your career in front of family. You had five years, and you chose your career over us starting a family."

"But, Paul. I've learned. I will put our family first."

"Tonya, I was also wrong. I fell in love and married a dancer. You need to dance. That will never change."

"But Paul..." 

"Tonya, I tried to make you change for me, and I don't want to do that again. I want a woman who wants to be that stay at home mother, and dreams about doing that. You saw Motoko and her domestic side, I'm not sure that Motoko is the one, but I know she will gladly give up her career as an area associate at Morton in a heartbeat. I believe that even Rose is a better candidate for me than you were, because she cares about the success in the glassmaking career a lot more that more than you cared about my career at Morton Packaging as a contract negotiator. There may have been a chance for us at one time, but not any more. When I look at you now, I do not see any compassion emanating from you towards me. I see a self centered woman who I can never trust again."

Tears started streaming down Tonya's face. "So, there is no chance?"

"None."

Tonya openly started crying, "I've lost everyone, Paul. My mother and father found out, and they have disowned me. Ben won't go out with me. He took me to dinner last week, but he only talked about the marching band and drill team. I dated a two other men, but they went out on one date and never called back. I don't know what to do."

"Dance for him."

"What?"

"I told you, you are a dancer. I fell in love with your dancing. Dance for him."

"You don't understand. Benl has completely shut me off." 

Tonya, ask Ben to come here for dinner, at your house. Tell him that you have made up a drill team routine, and then dance for him."

"Ok, I can do that. I could do that at school even."

"Yes, you could. But you shouldn't do anything very seductive at school."

Tonya pondered the situation, and then she grinned. I had seen this grin before. She liked the scheme, and she knew she could seduce Ben, and call it her job as a drill team instructor. I started feeling sorry for Ben, and what I was about to unleash on him. I gave her another push, but just to make it a level playing field for Ben.

"Do you want to come to my Christmas Eve Eve party on Saturday? Ben will be there."

"Eve Eve?"

"Yes, it's on the 23rd, so it's on the Eve of Christmas Eve. Ben is bringing his band, and they are playing an acoustic set. Ben is playing upright bass. It starts a seven." "Sure."

I left my old home, and was feeling better about myself. Tonya had thrown herself back at me, and I had rejected her. I was over her, and ready to embrace being single. I would have to tell Ben that hell had frozen over, because Tonya had finally apologized. Tonya would be his problem, from now on. Little by little, I was gaining control over my life, and feeling better about it every day.

***** After Paul left *****

Tonya went up to her bedroom, and walked into her dressing area. She started stripping off her clothes, and stared at the images in the two full length mirrors. In the last nine weeks, she had been alone, and ate. The last two weeks, after finding out she was broke, she starved. It was taking a toll on her body. She knew that she was now sixteen pounds heavier than when she was a modern dancer. This made Tonya two pounds under normal weight. 

She still knew that she would have to lose weight, and it would take time to do that. Valentines Day was less than eight weeks away, and there was no way that she could lose sixteen pounds by then. It took hours of training each day to keep her body in shape for modern dance, and she knew that two hours a day wouldn't even come close to getting her back to where she was.

She was no longer sporting well defined abdominal muscles. Her body core was still in shape, but she now had almost normal amount of fat on her body. Her pert breasts that fit nicely into a AA bra were now bulging out and filling a B cup. She didn't dare turn around and look at her thighs. She was now normal weight, and that hideous to her.

She looked over at the DVD's that Paul had bought her. Striptease 101, The Art of Exotic Dancing, Pole Workout! She looked back at herself again. She was now thirty two years old, who was she kidding! She grabbed her belly and pinched a half inch of fat. When she let go, it jiggled.

She did it again. Once again, her belly jiggled.

She shimmied her hips, and watched her belly jiggle. Then she shimmied her shoulders, and watched her breasts erupt. 

"So, Ben wants the marching band to do "Scheherazade" by Rimsey-Korsakov. We can have a business meeting, and I'll show him my moves."

It was four PM. There was not much time. She went to her computer and checked for belly dance shops in Little Rock, which were ninety minutes away. She called and found out that one stayed open until six. 

On the way down, she thought about how much she hated Paul for having her take back over six hundred dollars worth of clothes. She now had six hundred dollars credit available on her credit card. It may be frivolous, but she was going to go full out to get Ben back. She was still ticked off a Paul, but she knew she had brought this all down on herself. Paul might have just given her a crack to crawl through. 

Tonya hit the shop and looked at the quality of the initial wraps and dismissed them. A thirty dollar hip scarf would fall apart after a wearing or two. She didn't want the thin coins that more for show, but actual brass coins that made a good jingling sound. She knew the beating that a good costume would take in modern dance, and she started asking about durability of the knotting of the coins. Once the owner saw Tonya's eye for quality, the good stuff was put out. Tonya spent four hundred on her outfit, and an extra sixty on videos. 

When she got home, Tonya put in the first DVD and started watching. With a degree in modern dance, Tonya knew she could pick up the moves, and choreograph a routine in no time. She was going to fight for Ben, and put her heart on the line.

***** Wednesday 12/20/2006 *****

Because of the "Welcome Back Rose' party at noon, I had to skip the Calligraphy class. I asked Ran to meet me in the dining hall. I presented Ran with my 'Thank You' gift for private instruction in Kyudo and Calligraphy. 

Ran was in awe of the plates. She looked at the design, and noticed that it included the Himaki family crest. There are thousands family crests, which include simple designs, such as the three diamonds of the Mistubishi clan, to very ornate flowers, like the Chrysanthemum blossom of the Imperial house. The Himaki crest was a sun and waves. I believe that it depicted a sunrise. 

"Where did you order these plates from, these would be awesome to sell in our store. Did you know that this symbol is the Himaki kamon? That's our family crest."

"I made them. It's my 'Thank You' gift to you, for training me in Kyudo and Calligraphy."

"You made these?" Ran picked up another plate and looked for flaws. Each plate had been executed and finished out with professional care. 

"Yes, I was very pleased with the bubbles in the surf. Bubbles in art glass are unpredictable."

"B..B..But these are not using western rules of aesthetics."

"Are you referring to the rule of thirds?"

"Yes."

"Ran, I do have a degree in graphic design. Asian Art does tend to use a 30%-70% rule for balance instead of the rule of thirds. I felt that I should use Asian aesthetics for these pieces."

"And the color palette, this is one of the color palettes..."

I joined in with her. "... used in kimono design." I smiled, "it's a spring color scheme, I believe."

"This was from your workshop?"

"Yes."

"Paul, wait here." Ran got up and walked towards the Pharmacy. 

I was impressed with her eye for what I did. She knew enough to critique my work, and knew that I had researched not only design factors, but color factors. She returned with a package.

"Here, this is your Christmas present."

I opened the present and found a sweater. It was wonderful, and when I checked for a label, there was one with "Ran's Custom Creations" on it. Ran had hand knitted this for me. I put it on, and it was a perfect fit. "How did you know what size to make this, the sleeves are perfect."

"You didn't think all those measurements that I took for Kyudo were just for uniform, did you?"

I did remember getting measured, and asking questions about measuring the arm length. That meant that Ran had started this sweater over six weeks ago. This was a very fine yarn, so this had taken Ran many hours to complete. This showed me how committed Ran was to a relationship with me.

I looked up at Ran. "You put a lot of hours into this. I can see that you care about me very much."

"Well, I can't show you how much I am interested in you the way Motoko does, but I can still show you how committed I am, without giving up my virtue. You could wear that on Saturday at your party, and Motoko would have no clue it was from me." Ran gave me a wink.

Arrgh! Women and their games! She wanted me to snub Motoko without her knowing it. "Ran, I cannot do that. It would not be fair to Motoko. You gave me up and I expect my relationship with Motoko to run its course before starting anything with you. I am committed to a monogamous and faithful relationship with her, and I am deciding if I want to ask Motoko to be my wife, I will tell Motoko that you made this for me, and I will wear it, just as I showed her the plates that I made for you. Tell, me, would you actually want me as a husband if I did such an underhanded thing as secretly wearing another woman's hand knit sweater in front of you?"

Ran looked back at me with some anger. "She knows you gave these plates to me? You told her?"

"Of course, she knows. You are my private instructor, and I also made a piece for Mr. Sato, my Jujitsu instructor. You taught Japanese cooking to Motoko, and she thought it was a great gift for a cook. I am open and honest with Motoko. I have told her about eating lunch with you."

Ran flared her eyes at me. "What did you get her, may I ask?"

"A weeks vacation in Florida, Fort Walton Beach, Disney, Sea World, and a swim with the manatees in Crystal River. I am using this to find out more about Motoko. I am courting her, after all. I've been out of work for eight weeks, but I have been working hard to get my life straightened up. I want a vacation, with my possible life partner. Tell me Ran, even if we were an item right now, do you think your father would approve of me taking you." 

Ran shook her head, "I guess Motoko is a better fit for you that I would be right now. I knew Motoko and you had made up. She is talking in the bath again. I wonder why she hasn't mentioned the trip to anyone."

"I am not sure, but you were right about her using her body to win me over. I still have trust issues with her, and I didn't expect that. If I didn't, this would have been a honeymoon."

Ran stiffened up. "Maybe that's why she was so silent about things. She probably knows that this could have been her honeymoon. She did say she was working on a new dish to feed you. A German dish, I think."

I was amazed at how much Ran picked up from the bath. I wondered how much Ran had revealed about me to others. I guessed that Ran would never have talked about our sex life the way Motoko did. "Beef Stroganoff. My mother taught her how to make it."

Ran stared at me with her jaw quivering. A tear ran down her face. "You're Mother's recipe?"

"Tell me Ran, If we were courting for six to eight weeks, would you expect me to introduce you to my mother?"

Ran took a napkin and blotted her tears. She nodded. "You're right. I just didn't think you would take Motoko so seriously. God, I am such a fool!"

"I want to remind you that this relationship was your idea, Ran. I told you that I was going to cut her off, but you pushed me into her arms. You have to let this relationship run its course."

"I know, but..."

"I don't want to play games Ran. I have trust issues with both of you and Motoko. You pushing me into Motoko arms tells me that I was just a game for you. You making this sweater tells me that you are serious. But, Ran, my life is not a game to me. You have committed a lot of time to me, and your father knows it. He is out in the garden right now as we speak, and can tell that you are irritated with me. Don't even try to look. You just need to know that you're not the only one who keeps tabs on others. Like I said, I have trust issues with Motoko, and I do see changes in her. I am trying to be patient with her, and it may be that I am the one that has a problem. After all, my wife cheated on me in my marriage, and I may be the one who has to learn to trust again, not Motoko. At this point, Ran, I have to treat you as my friend, and Motoko as my future wife."

"OK, Paul. I'm sorry." 

We sat for a while. Ran started crying. "How did this happen? This is the most personal and precious gift that I have ever received from a man, and I end up getting angry at him."

"Ran, I know that you put a lot of time into this sweater. I also expected this to be a lot more joyful exchange of gifts. We can end this on a positive note. I know you like history, Ran. I know that your crest is an ocean scene of a sunrise. Can you tell me the history of the Himaki clan, and how it came to live in Arkansas?"

Ran nodded, once again, wiped the tears from her face, and began. "The Himaki family has always served the emperor of Japan as Naval Commanders and as Imperial Astrologers. It is said that the Himaki clan is a desendant of Abe No Semei's daughter Ritsuka. I even have the tail to prove it.

"A tail?"

"Well........ Sort of. My coccyx, or tailbone, is not fused to my pelvis. I can wiggle it, a little. It's a Himaki trait."

"What's this about a tail, and what does it have to do with the Abe guy?"

"That Abe guy? You've never heard of Abe No Semei?"

I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.

"Think of a cross between Merlin and Nostradamus. He was believed to be half Kitsune, which is a fox creature who can shape change into an enchantress."

"OK, I understood fox, and the entire world would have to be blind to not know that you are a fox. I believe you. Tell me more."

Ran smiled at the compliment, and continued her story. In the end, we were both smiling. 

***** *****

When I arrived home at the workshop, Motoko was already working in the kitchen. Motoko took off the day from work and was at the workshop with several bags of groceries. As I put up decorations around the workshop apartment, She worked hard on her meal to welcome back Rose. After finishing up the decorations, I went out into the workshop, and vacuumed again. After my blunder with the tile saw, I was not about to let Rose find a single speck of quartz dust.

The "Beluga" arrived and Mary, Sherri, and Jason helped Rose out of the van, and into a wheelchair. When Rose came into the workshop she immediately noticed the two sets of railings that I had installed on one side of the workshop. 

"Paul I thought we agreed to put the sand blasting stations over there. What is going on?"

"Rose, they will be there in time, but for now, I think we needed a therapy station." 

The railings were twenty feet long and set 32 inches apart. Rose was wheeled over to the railings, and helped up. With everyone's encouragement, Rose placed one hand on each of the two rails and took a step with her new leg. After steadying herself, she moved her other leg and, once again, regained her balance. She then moved her hands forward and re-gripped the rails. With every one giving words of encouragement, Rose slowly made her way to the end, where a banner that said "Welcome Back" was stretched over the end of the rails, like a finish line. When Rose broke through the banner, she was helped back into her wheelchair, and everyone made their way to the lunch Motoko had prepared.




The Contract Ch. 08



It would normally take six to eight weeks to recover from knee surgery, but Rose's muscles in her left leg had weakened from lack of use. The doctors expected recovery time would be twice as long. After Sherri came back with some pictures of Rose in therapy, I decided to make a copy of the parallel bars from the clinic out of plumbing pipe. I ended up covering the pipe with foam insulation and duct tape. 

Rose was exhausted after going only 20 feet. I had seen her whip around on crutches in the classes we took, but having to learn to use her left leg was taking every ounce of energy she had. She was still hell on wheels in her wheelchair, and beat the rest of us to the dinner table in the apartment. 

Motoko made her Pork Tonkatsu again, or, should I say, Ran's Pork Tonkatsu. Everyone enjoyed, and the plum wine flowed. Sherri was on the way to becoming completely blitzed, and started laughing at even the slightest comment. I was somewhat amused by Sherri, but I tried not to show it. I did glance around at the others and noticed that Jason was outright staring at Sherri's chest. When I looked back at Sherri, I saw the two wet spots on Sherri's blouse, and I started to blush. Sherri was leaking, and it was now apparent that she was not wearing a nursing bra. I didn't want to make a scene, but I knew I needed to do something. I tried to distract Jason. 

"Jason, how were your grades at school this semester."

Before Jason could speak, Sherri stood up and exclaimed "Can't you tell, he got straight A's!" Sherri then went into a shimmy, and her wet spots grew larger, as her nipples traced circles on her blouse. Mary got up and apologized for Sherri's behavior, and took Sherri to the bathroom. We sent Jason out to the trailer to get one of Rose's blouses. 

It was up to Rose and me to inform Motoko about the Sherri's challenge to Jason. Sherri, with the exception of going to work, was going to be braless until New Years Day. I now had a glimpse of what Sherri might be like at the parties that I was going to attend with her. Sherri would be at the Morton Packaging party, and at mine. I needed to pull Mary to the side and tell her to get control of her fiancée. 

When Sherri came back in, Motoko started to ask questions about breastfeeding to Sherri. When Sherri talked about wanting a child and wanting to feel what it was like to breastfeed her child, Motoko became all ears. Questions started shooting out of Motoko, and I saw her getting "baby fever" again. I was not about to have this afternoon go south, just like the evening I took Motoko over to my mother. I pulled Motoko out into the workshop, and had a short talk with her.

"Motoko, Career stability first, Marriage second, and Children third. Do you understand?"

Motoko nodded in understanding.

Motoko was about to say something, and Jason interrupted. Jason came out and told me that he was getting a second blouse for Sherri, and her training bra from the van.

We waited for Jason to return with the clothing, and the three of us went back inside to find out that Mary and Sherri had gone into the bathroom again. Jason knocked on the door, and passed the clothes into Mary. Mary then came out with a bottle of milk. 

"Paul do you mind if we store this in the refrigerator?" 

I nodded my head and shrugged my shoulders, "Go ahead."

Motoko quipped in, "Is that from Sherri?" 

Mary brought the bottle over and offered it to Motoko, "You may have had mother milk as a baby, but you probably don't remember how it tastes. Would you like to try some?"

Motoko looked up at me, nervously. I heard the bathroom door open and close. Sherri had come out, but I had no idea if she would want Motoko tasting her milk. But, since Mary had offered, I assumed that it was OK with Sherri.

"Go ahead Motoko, try it. I not going to get upset, but I do not have a nursing fetish, so don't even think about doing it yourself."

Motoko cautiously took a sip. "It's warm."

"Yes, it's at body temperature."

"I don't like warm milk."

"Motoko, even baby formula is warmed up; it has to be for the baby."

"But, I'm not a baby. I like cold milk."

"Most people do."

Mary watched the conversation between us, grabbed the bottle, and downed it. "The hell with you two, this was made by my honey with love, and I will not have you two spoil it with analysis." 

I figured that Mary did this for Sherri's sake. Motoko stared at Mary, and then looked back at me. I smiled back at her, "We don't have to try this one out, do we?" 

Motoko shook her head. I gave Motoko a hug and we embraced each other.

Mary quipped in, "Hey, what's going on? What did I miss? What else have you two tried?"

Motoko's face flushed, and she buried it in my shirt.

Sherri strode over, "Lala, is there something you can tell us about what's going on?"

"This is between them, not us Sherri."

"You know, don't you?"

Rose bit her lip. I came to her rescue.

"A lady doesn't talk about someones private life in public, Mary. So let's just drop it, please."

I hugged Motoko, and continued, "Mary is right you know, Sherri made that milk with love, and it is best to give it to the one she loves. If we get married, and we have a child, I would expect your breast milk to be filled with love too. I can think of no better person to drink it than our child."

"Our child?"

"There was a big 'if" in there, but yes Motoko, our child." 

Motoko hugged me even tighter. I gave Mary a firm glance and a head bob to go over to Sherri. Mary, Sherri, and Rose all made knowing glances at each other, and the matter was dropped. I'm sure the fact that Jason was there helped, but I felt that Mary and Sherri now knew about the threesome that Motoko and Rose had with me. I also make is clear to Motoko that I wanted to keep our private life private. I hoped she would get the hint, and keep her mouth shut in the bath from now on.

We all went back the table and finished our meal.

Motoko asked Rose if she would continue to teach her how to make more jewelry. Rose was more than happy to take Motoko under her wing. Then Motoko asked about a junior college in Paris, Texas. This took Rose back.

"It has a very good program, Motoko. How do you know about that college?"

"Well, I went to the supply store in Little Rock to get some tools, and they talked about it. When I showed my parents the online website, they offered to send me to school this summer."

"Motoko, Paris Junior College's TIJT is an intensive two year program. You will end up working your ass off to pass the bench certification test. With that, you could walk into almost any jeweler in the country and get a job in repair. If you go for the whole 4 year program, you would be qualified to grade diamonds and other gemstones, along with watch repair. I'm not sure what they could teach you in only one summer."

"It is four semesters, and the program is set up for someone to start in the summer. I could graduate the following summer. But, if I you could help me learn before I go, I could see if I really want to do this, before my parents pay for summer school."

I was puzzled by Motoko's interst in jewelry. "Motoko, where did this come from?"

"I do not want to keep working at Morton Packaging, because they fired you. I want to help you with your business. I have seen glass jewelry, and I thought I could help your business by finishing the glass into jewelry for you."

I was taken back. I'm sure I needed my jaw closed. 

Rose held up her hand. "Paul, she has a good idea. You need to concentrate on your glass work, and Motoko could learn a lot in a few months. In three months, I will know if she has any aptitude in jewelry making, and will be able to give her a recommendation to get her into the school. I have been paid as a guest lecturer at PJC, and my recommendation would guarantee her a workbench. This will also help diversify your business. We should take her to Tucson with us."

Now Mary and Sherri had questions, and soon everyone was planning to go to Tucson in February.

After the others left, Motoko and I had some quiet time. Motoko had figured out that the faster she could make Beckson Glassworks a success, the faster we could get married. She recognized that I would need to be in a position to support her before I would propose. She was committing to me, for an extended courtship, and that made me feel even more confident and comfortable around her.

She had committed to me, and I felt that I had to tell her all. 

I told her about finishing my "anger management" courses with the cultural center. She now knew that I could go back to work at Morton Packaging in one month. I could support her, with my old job. We could get married, and start a family. I also told her about learning all four martial arts at the cultural center made it possible for me to switch careers to martial arts. She now knew about all three of my paths. I told her that the glass company may only be part time, and that one of the other two might end up my primary job. Motoko listened, and we snuggled. It felt good, just to snuggle with her for a while.

Her eyes started to glaze over, and she started to mouth words. I could barely hear, but I did make out a name, "Motoko Beckson".

"Remember Motoko, Job stability first, which also includes you now. Marriage and pregnancy is still two years away. Can you wait that long?"

"Yes, Paul-sama."

After kissing and snuggling for a while, Motoko tried to get up to clean up from the celebration. I held her firm. We held each other and kissed on the couch for over an hour, until I had to go to Jujitsu class. 

***** *****

After Jujitsu, Mr. Sato wanted to meet with me. I showered and started to go to Mr. Sato's office, but Ran was waiting for me outside the men's locker room in Kimono. She presented me with a fresh Jutitsu workout Gi in white, along with a navy blue Hakama (pleated pants), Tabi (divided toe socks), and a pair of sandals. I went back into the locker room and changed. I had a pair of Hakama with my Kyudo uniform, but they were black. When I returned, Ran put a navy blue Haori (jacket) on me and asked me to follow her. 

Ran then escorted me into Mr. Himaki's business office. Ran went in to announce me, and then brought me in to sit next to Mr. Sato. Mr. Himaki was sitting in front of both of us. The decorative bowl that I given Mr. Sato was off to the side of Mr. Himaki, along with Ran's dinner service. Ran went to the side of the room, and poured tea into three cups and served each of us, starting with her father. I sat quietly while all of the formalities were being handled. This was a little more involved than what I was expecting. After pouring Tea, Ran went and sat off to the side, away from the three of us, facing a wall. 

I was a little ticked off about how Ran was behaving. She was acting like a servant. It was almost as if she had positioned herself out of the conversation, and was awaiting her next order. It was like she was a robot, and I didn't like it. She was a human, and should have been allowed to face the people in the room conducting business. 

"Mr. Sato has said that you are showing a lot of promise, Mr. Beckson."

"He is being very kind to say that. I am trying my best to meet his expectations."

After my dream with Mr. Sato, I really wasn't too sure of where I stood. Ran had told me that I was doing well, but to hear it from Mr. Himaki? Well, that's different...

"I know you have completed all anger management requirements for your company. I was wondering if you were planning on continuing your training."

This was an easy question. I was wondering if it was going to get more difficult. 

"In order to return to work, I am still not allowed to practice 'hard' martial arts. In order to maintain my old position, I may not switch back to Kempo, which allows for striking your opponent. I currently plan to continue towards my orange belt, at least until the golden membership paid by Morton has terminated in April." Mr. Himaki gave a glance over at Mr. Sato, and Mr. Sato nodded with approval.

"But you are still allowed to practice Kendo, which is striking with a sword."

"I do not believe Morton Packaging expects a sword fight to spontaneously erupt on the workroom floor, or in the parking lot. As such, they consider my time at Kendo to be a sport, and not a means of self defense."

So, you are still planning on returning to your old position."

Well, he wasn't going to beat around the bush, so to speak. I had always heard that Japanese negotiations were very round about. They would start by seeking intent, and then proceed to solidifying a deal. What I had walked into was the first stage of a contract negotiation. I had no idea what the 'other side' wanted, so I needed to give open ended answers, until l I had a chance to probe myself. I still had a month before I could actually return to Morton, and I would have about eight or nine weeks of vacation and I also had sick leave that I could still use. My real intent was to use this time to start my glassmaking business. I needed to say yes, in such a way that it also said maybe.

"I am keeping my options open. I have started a glassmaking business, and I am looking into methods of financing the business until it can sustain itself." I didn't give away too much, since the glass pieces were sitting right next to Mr. Himaki. I thought I did pretty well.

"This seems to be a great departure from your job at Morton Packaging. Do you feel that you can make such a leap?"

"My degree from the University of Arkansas is in graphic design. I had expected my position at Morton to be to aid clients in designing the products they purchased from the company. I did not expect to end up as a contract negotiator. I feel that my talents in design have not been used to their full potential." 

Mr. Himaki glanced over at the pieces, and nodded. "You have made some interesting pieces here. I wish you the best in your endeavor." After the wish for success, he did a slight bow.

I bowed back. "Thank You, for your interest in my business."

That was it? I had been given a fresh martial arts uniform to be wished success in my new business? And the best praise he could give me was that they were 'interesting'? There had to be a lot more to this meeting than this. There had to be a martial arts connection, or something else. At this point, I didn't even have a clue as to the nature of the 'contract' that we had started negotiating on was even about. The only thing I could figure out was to respond in kind to his business. I needed to throw out some bait, and start fishing. I picked up my cup of tea, held out in front of my in a gesture of a toast.

"Mr. Himaki, I wish for you continued success with the cultural center, and I hope others can have the same wonderful experiences that I have experienced."

With this gesture, Mr. Sato and Mr. Himaki both lifted their cups. We all drank a toast to the cultural center. Once again, Mr. Himaki made a glance at Mr. Sato, and received a nod. 

So, I had hit. They were setting me up for something, and it had to do with Jujitsu. There was no way that I could be made an instructor with a yellow belt. I knew that I was only two months in on a three year program to obtain a black belt. They also knew that I could not accept a position in Kempo, which I was qualified to teach. I was also able to work as a Kendo instructor, but I would have expected the instructor for Kendo would be present. I still needed more information.

"Mr. Himaki, is there a way that I may help in your continued success?"

"The question should be if we could help you. A position in contract negotiation at Morton would put you away from your new business startup. Is it possible that in the future you might desire a position that would supplement your income instead of a full time position?"

"I am not sure at this time. Maybe in the future, but that will depend on the success of the business. Right now I need to concentrate on product development and gaining marketing experience."

"Then maybe we could give you a pathway in the future. During this present time of product development, would you be interested in some more intense Jujisu training?"

"I may. Is there a common goal that we both would be working towards?"

"An instructor with awards would benefit the instructor and the Dojo he teaches at."

"I am only a yellow belt in Jujitsu, you can't expect awards won by a yellow belt to mean much."

"There is a specific category at the national competition for students with brown belt or lower, that we think you would excel at. An award in this competition would speak well of you as an instructor."

"A national competition?"

"In Branson."

"If I get into a national competition, it is possible that I will lapse into Kenpo during a duel, and I will disqualify myself. I am still far more practiced at a hard martial art form than a soft one. That would not bring favor to the cultural center."

"We would not ask you to enter a competition that would involve duals, but rather a form competition."

"A Kata competition?"

"A competititon stressing form would benefit a person who was intent on becoming a teacher, but you will need an instructor as a partner."

"So, will Mr. Sato will act as my attacker, as I demonstrate drops and locks."

"Precisely."

"And this has a chance of giving the cultural center prestige at a national competition, by demonstrating their skill at training a low level belt holder with a high degree of precision."

Mr. Himaki and Mr. Sato were silent. Ran, who was still looking at the wall, stiffened.

"My apologies, but I am used to entering negotiations where one tries to see the benefits for both parties."

Mr. Himaki nodded. "You understand the opportunity that is before us, but you could not be an employee of our center to compete. I can not offer you any monetary compensation. You have to remain a student in order to compete in this competition."

"And that is why you have my glass products next to you. Your plan to offer the cultural center gift shop as a retail outlet for my products. You may even offer a minimum purchase allowance that will compensate for the time spent in training. You would then give these away and use these as a charitable write off for the cultural center."

"Mr. Beckson, you seem to do well at contract negotiations."

"I would have to decline under these conditions."

Mr. Himaki stiffened up. "Why."

"My reasoning is threefold."

"My first reasoning is that I would actually be receiving compensation for training. Even though it is indirect and would probably not be detected, it is a bit dishonest."

"My second reasoning is that I am not producing to a developing market. A minimum allowance means that I need not care if someone actally desires to purchase my products. In order to build a product base, I need a free market that will force me to alter what I produce. I understand that you are offering me a safety net. Three years from now, I could probably be offered a position where I could fill in as an instructor in Kendo, Kempo, Kyudo, and Jujitsu. If I rely on the safety net, and not on my ability to adapt, I am dooming the business to a lackluster start."

"My third reason is marketing. If my product was given as gifts away from my market, or if the product was given to someone who didn't see the value in it, it would end up on the top shelf of someone's closet. This would reduce advertising by word of mouth. I also would not want my product to show up in some goodwill store, as a chartable donation.. This would have the ultimate effect of devaluing my product, for a short term goal. I will have a limited amount of product to sell, and I will need it to go into the hand of people who appreciate it, and these people need to tell others about it."




The Contract Ch. 09



This is my ninth installment on my first submission. I hope you enjoy. This was a very difficult chapter for me to write, and I went through more revisions than I ever have. I still don't think I have captured the moment correctly, but I feel like I need to publish what I have, and move on. I would like to thank Knightshado2 and Bigguy323 for reviewing this chapter. I am repeating the final lines from the previous chapter, to set the tone. The final chapter was from Ran's point of view. I am repeating the final scene from Paul's point of view.

***** Wednesday Evening 12/21/2006 *****

I was livid at Ran as she defended her father's actions. It was a bribe, a fucking bribe!

Ran quipped back, "He had to tempt you Paul, he had to know if he could trust you with his only daughter!"

I glared back a Ran, "And do you trust me?"

Ran reached out her arms and came at me. I held out my hand.

"Ran, I am courting Motoko. I can't do this."

"But Paul, I can offer you so much! Please let me..."

"No...."

"But..." 

"Ran, I said No..."

I got into my car, and left. 

Please forgive me for ranting, but I'm not exactly happy with my life right now, I'm probably going to say some things that need to be taken with a grain of salt. No, I lied... How about some large crystals of rock salt. Please excuse the language. If you were on the side of the road, you wouldn't be hearing my motor as I came around the bend. You would be hearing a steady rant of "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" right now.

My annulment to my first wife Tonya was barely eight weeks old, and it felt like women were trying to shove a wedding ring back on my finger. I had nearly broken up with Motoko because last week she was already picking out the names of our children. With Ran pushing me, I was feeling trapped again, and my first instinct was to step on the gas, and that was exactly what I did.

Ok. I have problems, but I shouldn't complain. These may be good problems to have. I keep myself in good shape with martial arts, and at thirty years old, I have no debt. I own a piece of property with a workshop/apartment on it, and it's completely paid for. I have a girlfriend, and another is trying to take her place, and she's probably not the only one. I was getting flirted with by many of the patrons of the cultural center. For the last week and a half, I have had over twenty oriental women smile and blush as I pass them in the hallway of the cultural center. From what I hear from Ran, my idiot girlfriend Motoko has probably exalted my sexual prowess to anyone within earshot the women's bath. It was almost as if Motoko wanted to invite even more women onto the stage.

I was shaking my head, and wondered what would make Motoko do such a stupid thing. On the night of the Kendo matches at my workshop, Motoko and I made love for the first time. I had held myself back from orgasm six times. I managed to give Motoko an orgasm on each attempt, and held back mine, but just barely. After each of Motoko's climaxes, I calmed and composed myself, and then re-launched myself at her again, and again, until the seventh time, a seventh heaven, so to speak, where I rammed myself into her for a gigantic climax. Motoko had blabbed this fact in the women's communal bath at the cultural center, and I was now many women were ready to take Motoko's place. I realized that her motivation was probably to brag about her new boyfriend, but she was now giving other women a head's up on what kind of lover I would be.

And Ran Himaki, the virgin daughter of the owner of the cultural center, was one of them. Ran was a crafty bitch, and let other's work for her. She was a virgin, but she didn't have to put out herself to know that I would be good in bed. Ran had used Motoko to find out more about me, and had kept herself pure. She now needed to come up with a plan to separate Motoko from me, and step in herself. Ran was shrewd. 

Once again, you're going to have to take what I am saying with some large chucks of salt. I know that many guys would love to be in my position, and Ran is probably not that bad of woman that I am making her out to be. It was just that right now, I didn't feel like was captain of my own destiny. 

I also had plans, and I had to stick to them. My business, Beckson Glassworks was my first priority. If you spread yourself out too thin, you're going to fail. I knew that I could only learn so much every day with my business advisor Rose. If I went full throttle into the glassworks, I could blow all my security making things that would never sell. This meant that I had some time to devote to martial arts, but I was not about to sell out my glassworks before I had sold my first piece, either. 

About a mile after leaving the Himaki Cultural Center, I realized that I was speeding. I was lucky, though. The car I mistook for a speed trap had the windows steamed up. It probability had one of Tonya's drill team members trying to suck the tonsils out of some boy. I slowed down, and thanked them for pulling over and making out, because two curves later was the actual speed trap.

The speed trap was a good reality check. The meeting with Mr. Himaki and Mr. Sato had been fruitful. I was being set up to become a martial arts instructor at the cultural center. I'd been offered private training in Jujitsu for free, and this was a good thing. I liked performing the forms, and I had just been asked to represent the cultural center in a national event in a form competition. 

Sure.... It was a little farcical. I had fifteen years of Kempo training, and had a third degree black belt in Kempo. I had only eight weeks of Jujitsu. I was going to go into the national competition as an orange belt in Jujitsu. Everyone looking at an orange belt would see a person with less than a year of training, and I would make the center look good, very good.

I knew why they were doing it, and I was going to get private instruction to make me look even better. There was no lie in what we were doing, I was, in fact, just beginning to learn Jujitsu, but it still seemed like a stretch of the truth. I also knew as a contract negotiator, that this was a win-win scenario for both me and the cultural center, so I accepted.

I now needed to get everything done before Motoko and I took off for Florida. In four days, I would be taking a week off and getting away from all the craziness that had happened over the last few months. It would be just the two of us, for a week, and I was looking forward to it. But before that could happen, I had three days to get everything in order. I had business meeting with Ran on Thursday, a company party to attend on Friday at Morton Packaging, and my own party to host on Saturday. The next three days were going to be busy.

I was now driving home to my property, and my first order of business would be to have a talk with my business advisor who had finally moved into an old air stream trailer next to my workshop, today. Even though Motoko was probably waiting for me, Rose, my business partner, would be the person I needed to spend the rest of the evening with. After all, I had also just arraigned to use the cultural center as a retail outlet for Beckson Glassworks, and Rose's Heart Jewelry. I didn't know if Rose wanted a local retail outlet for her business, but I was going to offer it to her tonight. 

A smile came across my face as I thought about the old air stream trailer. I had spent many an evening in that trailer in high school. So many, that even though many of the nights were just guys playing poker and drinking beer, the trailer had been named "The Poke Her Place". I would never tell Rose about that name, and I hoped that none of my high school buddies would rat me out. If it happened, it happened, and several would be at the party on Saturday.

As I pulled in front of the workshop, there were three vehicles that weren't mine; Motoko's car, Mary's car, and Rose's van were there. Since the lights were out in the trailer, I assumed that the ladies had finished moving Rose's belongings out of Mary's and Sherri's apartment, and into the trailer. Motoko was probably around to stake out her territory, after all, a woman was moving onto my property, and it wasn't her. I would be in the apartment in the workshop, and Rose would be in the trailer, but I could tell that Motoko was still not happy with this living arraignment.

As I expected, all four women, and Mary's son Jason, were in my apartment, waiting for me to get home. With the exception of Motoko who was in the kitchen, everyone at the table sitting in the same chairs we had sat in for Rose's welcome home meal at lunchtime. It almost seemed like a re-play of this afternoon, only when Motoko came into view, she had a hot French maid's outfit on. I had expected the maid's outfit to be a 'bedroom only' outfit. My guess was that Motoko was feeling overlooked, and with all the antics that happened at the lunch, she was trying to up the ante. Needless to say, Mary's son, Jason, who was a sophomore in high school, was having trouble controlling himself. Between Sherri going braless with her massive E cup breasts, and Motoko barely covering her bottom with some rhumba panties that only covered half of her well toned ass, he was about to blow a gasket. Motoko smiled at me as she brought the main dish to the table. As Motoko bent over to place the food on the table, she intentionally mooned me, and wiggled her butt. The sheer white lace of the panties clearly showed that she had shaved herself clean that afternoon. 

In short, Motoko was at war with the three other women, and was not going down without a fight.

For the second time in a half hour, my blood was about to boil. I felt insulted by being tested by Mr. Himaki, and now I wanted to lash out a Motoko for wearing such a revealing costume in front of others. How could she do this! What was she thinking! 

I understood that Sherri was a beautiful woman, and that Sherri getting tipsy at the afternoon meal made her seem very vulnerable and available. After we ate lunch, all my attention was on Motoko, and I even snuggled with her, preventing her from cleaning up after the meal. Even though it was a 'welcome home' party for Rose, I thought I had done everything I could to show Motoko that she was the number one woman in my life. I knew Motoko was doing this for me, but I what I saw was my woman traipsing around in a sexy costume for other people while I was not home. This was MY HOME, and I was the only person that was supposed to see her in that outfit! 

And my first priority tonight was to brief Rose on a business opportunity. After driving away from Ran at the cultural center, I thought I was driving to a security, not a war zone. I lowered my head, and let out a deep sigh.

I kept my head down and spoke in a slow and harsh tone, "Motoko, can I speak to you upstairs?"

I don't know if Motoko looked up, I just heard a gasp. There was a short silence, and then Motoko spoke, "Yes, Paul-sama."

Motoko headed for the stairs, and I saw the playfulness drain from her body. I looked over at the table, and saw that Rose was biting her lip, and Mary watching sadly as Motoko started up the steps. 

As I turned to go up the stairs, I hear Mary speak in a quiet voice, "Paul, she loves you. Don't be too hard on her." 

I turned back and responded, "I know, she did this for me. But she doesn't understand what I want. I'm just going to have a short talk with her. Go ahead and eat without us, before the food gets cold."

As I put my foot on the first tread, I looked up at Motoko's bottom as it slowly ascended the stairs. I have to admit that as I watched that tight derriere swivel back and forth up the steps, causing the white lacy ruffles to flutter after each step she took, that I wanted to rip those panties off of her, and just take her on the steps. The outfit was indeed getting my juices going, but I also knew that it was doing the same thing to Jason, and THAT embarrassed me. 

I turned back to the table. "Rose, I would like to speak with you privately about our business agreement after dinner." Rose nodded, and I started to ascend the stairs.

As I climbed the stairs, I watched Motoko's bottom, and noticed that the lace over her slit was darkening. Her vaginal juices were dripping out of her, and being blotted up by the panties. This was not a reaction that had been going on for a long time, it had to have started only a few minutes ago. It had to have started the moment I parked my car, or when I entered the apartment, and continued until I asked her to come upstairs. I could now see that the actual action of me entering my own home had triggered her to start preparing her body for love. 

The effect was not for Jason, or the panties would have already have been wet. This wetness was because I came home, and because she had wanted me inside her, and I had visual proof that this had happened. Her aroma of readiness to accept me wafted towards me as I ascended towards my bedroom. As I climbed the stairs, I wanted to claim that pussy she had prepared for me. As I watched her wet spot grow, I could feel my manhood grow at the thought of invading her moist folds. That pussy was being shown off to another man, and I needed to claim it back as mine and mine alone. I quickened the pace up the stairs. I didn't care about the four people below us, or what they heard. If I was going to be with Motoko, I needed to make sure that she knew who was in charge. By the time I reached the top of the stairs, I was no longer looking up at those fluttering panties, but at the nape of her neck, where a frilly lace choker covered her tender skin. 

I grabbed her hair and pulled her back towards me. As she let out a gasp, I lower my head and ran my lips across her exposed neck above the lace choker. Motoko tried to spin around, but I held her tight, and I started to open my mouth and suck on her tender skin. After the momentary shock of what I had just did, Motoko tilted her head to give me more access to the side of her neck. I slowly moved my mouth up the side of her neck until I reached her earlobe, and started to gently nibble on it. Motoko welcomed my attentions and moaned in response. I felt one of her arms move, and it was starting to move towards her panties. I reached down a grabbed it by the wrist, preventing her fingers from reaching her vagina.

I whispered in her ear, "Did you want Jason to fuck you?"

Motoko stiffened up, and gasped. She quickly shook her head. I knew it wasn't true, but if I wanted to break my woman of any desire to act like a slut, I couldn't just take her. She had to understand that I was upset with her. With my hand on her wrist, I pinned her arm against her body, and I released my hold on her hair with one arm. My free had swung around and smacked her ruffled ass with a soft crack. It was just hard enough to get her attention. 

Once again, I whispered in her ear, "I was embarrassed by the way Sherri was acting at lunch. Do you really think I want my woman to flaunt herself like a shameless slut in front of other men?" 

Once again, Motoko shook her head, and once again she heard and felt the soft crack as my hand came down hard on those ruffled panties. I grabbed her ass and squeezed while I took my leg and stepped between her legs. With a firm grip on her ass, I dragged my leg to force her legs apart. I then released my grip on her ass, and lowered my hand between her legs until I could feel her wetness on my finger tips.

Motoko let out a whimper as I wiggled my fingers, collecting as much of her sweet lubricant as I could. 

Her hips started to buck, as my fingers continued to collect her fragrant nectar. 

With my middle two fingers covered with her lubricant, I lifted the two and I slowly dragged my pinky, index finger, and thumb back onto her bottom. Motoko stiffened back up as I stroked her hard bottom. She bucked back to try and place my hand back to where my fingers would touch her now engorged clitoris, but I moved with her ass, and refused her desire for relief. I knew that the swats that I gave her were light, and that they were only to get her attention. I knew that even though I had slapped her. It was only hard enough to get her attention. 

I brought the fingers up to my nose and breathed in the aroma of juices that announced that she was ready to taken. "This was for Jason, wasn't it?"

"Ohh... Paul-sama... I did this for you... You should want to show off how fine a woman you have."

"I should be happy that you tempt others in my own home?"

"Yes... You should have others envy what you have...and want to take me away from you!"

"And do you think you should do this while I am not home, will you be fucking them too?"

"No, No, Paul-sama! I would never do that!"

"But you did Motoko. You dressed up in those clothes, and flaunted your body in front of others while I was not home, didn't you? I have been in contract negotiations with Mr. Himaki. How long have you been showing off your body to Jason?"

"About an hour and a half."

"So Jason has seen you in that outfit for an hour longer than I have."

Motoko let out a gasp. She had worn that outfit twice before, and each time those rumba panties stayed on her bottom for less than fifteen minutes. She now realized the amount of time that had been wearing that outfit. 

"DAMMIT! I want to be shown respect and trust. You are fucking wrong to think that I would want my woman to act like a slut for other men. That just forces me to fight for you and I am not going to keep proving that I love you by continuing to defend what is mine every time you feel insecure. I will not stand by and be treated this way. Get the FUCK out of my house!"

She let out a wail, and turned towards me. She looked up at me with pleading eyes. At this point, Motoko's legs went weak and she started to crumple to the floor. I could feel her weight shift onto my hand that had pinned her wrist against her body. I dropped my other hand from my face and grabbed her ass....hard... and pulled up on her. 

"STAND UP, DAMMIT!"

"Y..Y..YES MASTER!"

The response was automatic. The word 'master' flowed out of her mouth with no effort. Motoko quickly recovered her legs and started to support her own weight. It was obvious that one of her older boyfriends had controlled her, and commanded her as if she was his slave. I knew I was enraged at this point, and I probably had rage in my eyes. I needed to calm down. I steadied myself by taking in a deep breath.

I growled at her, "Do you really want to be with me?"

She answered quickly, "YES MASTER!"

Once again, the word 'master' flowed out of her mouth. It was like she wanted to be controlled. 

"Do you still think I want a little cock tease for a girlfriend?"

Motoko swallowed hard. I a pleading voice she responded. "No....Paul-sama...I will do anything you want! Please let me show you that I have learned my lesson! Anything!"

Her chin was trembling. I held the relationship in my hands, and wondered how to respond. My anger was still there, and I felt that if I released it on her, that I would hurt her. But, she wanted me to test her, and I was not sure if I could control myself. I also knew I had guests downstairs, and it was embarrassing me to have to deal with her. It was like Motoko was a child acting up at a restaurant. 

This was not the way I would ever want Motoko to act again, and I needed to make her painfully aware of that. Painful....Was that the solution? It would be quick and over with. I felt like I was dealing with a child who needed to be told what to do, and not an adult who was responsible for their actions. Then it hit me, she had probably always used her body in exchange for affection. Maybe I was the first person to treat her as a person, and not as a sexual object. Maybe I needed to treat her like the other men had... like a sexual object... a possession, because that what she understood. I didn't like it, but I had to act, and my only reference was to treat her like a child, and spank her. 




The Contract Ch. 09



Once again, I took a beep breath, and calmed myself down.

"I have not hurt your bottom yet. I only want you to stay if you're willing to be punished for acting like a slut in front of my friends. I will let go of you, and you can walk away, and out of my life. Tonya cheated on me with another man, and I will not allow my next wife to behave like you just did in front of another man, EVER! If you want me to, I will let go of you, and you can walk down those steps and out of my life. Do you want me to let you go?"

Motoko was sobbing, and shook her head. This time I brought my hand down hard and gave her ass something to remember. Motoko yelped. 

"Motoko, I need you to tell me why I am angry, and what you want me to do."

Motoko continued to sob. "Paul-sama...hic...I have disgraced myself...hic...and I need you to punish me...hic...for exposing myself to another man."

This time, I gave her ass two hard cracks. After each one, she gave a short cry, but she controlled herself, and waited for the next hit. I raised my hand up to her nose, "Breath in the scent, Motoko. Who do you make this for?"

"Ohhh Paul-sama, I make that for you, and for your pleasure."

"Are you sure you didn't make it for Jason!"

"Noooo! I make it for you and you alone!"

"And what should I do about your disgraceful attire?"

"I need to be punished." 

I gave her four additional hard smacks to her rump, after each one, Motoko let out a whimper. I knew that the strikes could be heard downstairs, but I didn't care. I then calmed down and put my hand on her shoulder, so that she would know that I was done punishing her. 

"Good girl. That is exactly what I wanted to hear." I released her wrist, and wrapped my arm around her waist. I started to nibble her ear again, and returned my hand to caress her clenched ass. Her bottom was tender from the blows, and even though I was being gentle, she stiffened on every caress. I wanted to do more, but with her wincing with even the softest of strokes, I didn't have the heart to. I still wanted another display of loyalty, and I was brought back to my high school years. As I lightly stroked her bottom, as I released my lips from her earlobe and whispered to her once more, "Do you wish me to mark you as mine?

Motoko once again stiffened up, and paused. She nodded, "Yes Paul-sama, please mark me as your woman."

I really didn't want to hurt her, but I just needed her to submit to me. I returned to her neck, and proceeded to give her a hickey. I knew it was juvenile, and would be gone in a few days, but I wanted her to willingly allow an act of acceptance of me as her master. Motoko relaxed and began to moan again, as she realized that she was only going to get a hickey. I shifted position and moved my hands up and started to untie her costume. The apron fell away, as did the choker and the headband. She willingly helped me remove the lace cuffs on her hands, as she continued to moan to my oral ministrations to her neck. 

Once those pieces of clothing were off, I returned my hand to her bottom and felt between her legs again. The panties were drenched in her love lubricant. Motoko instantly started to buck against my hand. Pretty soon, I was hearing her pant, and then she started repeating, "I'm going! I'm going!"

After being with Motoko several times, I knew this to mean that she was close to orgasm. It's a Japanese thing, I guess. They don't say that they are 'coming', or that 'they came'. They would say that they are 'going', and after the climax, they would say 'they went'. Since she was being punished, I immediately stopped what I was doing and checked out her neck. Motoko had a good looking hickey. Her cries turned to wide eyed whimpers, and she pleaded for release. I gave her a mild slap on her bottom, and she nearly climaxed from the pain.

"I want to remind you, that you are being punished. Do you want me to swat that bottom of yours again?"

"Yes! Please Paul-sama! Punish me for being such a disgraceful slut!"

Whoa! I hadn't expected this! Motoko was so worked up over this, that she didn't want me to stop. She knew that even a few slaps on the bottom would be enough to achieve a climax, and she was begging for release. I had never really been with such a submissive woman, but she was really getting into being treated this way. She wanted me to continue to slap her bottom, and I knew she was so close to climax already, that a few would send her over the top. I now needed her to understand who was in control. I didn't want to give her a release, so I chose to keep her at the edge. 

"I'm the one in charge here. I'll decide how to punish you. I think you need to worship my cock!"

Without another word, Motoko dropped to her knees, and placed her hands on my belt. "Oh Paul-sama, may I take off your pants. Please!"

Whoa! Once again, she was telling me what to do. I wasn't going to do that. 

I shook my head, and unzipped. Motoko lunged forward and started to kiss and tongue the head of my penis. While climbing the steps, my penis had become rock hard, but it had shrunk back down while giving Motoko a hickey. I guess I wasn't really that much into dominance, but Motoko seemed to really be into being a submissive. Her oral ministrations quickly had me rigid again, and I told her to get up and put her hands on my dresser. I slid her panties off of her bottom and moved her to the edge of the dresser, where I had a chair. 

"Put you foot on the chair, Motoko."

Motoko rapidly responded, opening gap between her legs. She cocked her hips, which resulted in the folds of her vagina parting, and her lubricant started to drip on the floor. I quickly filled her void and she blissfully welcomed me into her vagina with a long moan. Within three strokes, she climaxed, and her vaginal muscles clamped down on my member as if she wanted to rip it away from my body. Motoko screamed with pleasure and clenched down on my manhood, trying to hold it in her love canal a prized treasure. The enormous amount of lubricant that Motoko had in her love canal actually resulted in the opposite happening and my penis was ejected from her soaked pussy. 

I once again rammed my cock into her, and she recovered from her orgasm, and started to milk me with every stroke. I pounded my pulsating member into her, only to have her relax until I was completely entered her love canal and started to withdraw. She then clamped her toned muscles, and tried to keep me from leaving her. She was shrieking with every thrust that I made. It didn't take long for her to climax again, with a second tremor quickly following the first one. On the tremor tremor, I erupted inside of her. 

I pulled out of her, and looked her over. Motoko was semi-lucid and weak, but very happy. She immediately dropped to her knees again and wanted to suck my cock again, but I knew that it would easily be thirty minutes before my member would be anywhere near an encore performance. After she sucked the last bit of cum from my head, I pushed her back, and zipped my pants back up. 

"Motoko, I want you to shower, and put on some more respectable clothing, before you join us for dinner."

Motoko looked up and me with dreamy eyes, "Oh, yes. Paul-sama."

I returned back to my guests, who I had expected had heard all of the wailing that Motoko had done. 

"Mary, Sherri, Rose, and Jason. I am not into exhibitionism, and would like to apologize for how Motoko was dressed. She will be down shortly after she showers and changes."

Rose was simply eating her meal, Jason was nervously playing with his food, and Mary and Sherri were staring at me dumbfounded. Sherri stood up, and started for the stairs.

As Rose continued to cut her meat, she spoke up, "Sis, where do you think you are going?"

Sherri spun around, "To check on Motoko, of course!"

Rose picked up a piece of meat with her fork, "You did see how she was dressed, didn't you."

"LALA! Are you HARD OF HEARING, she probably has bruises."

Rose eyed the piece of meat, "probably...and your point?" She then popped the morsel into her mouth.

Sherri stood dumbfounded at her sister. She turned to me. "Paul, if Motoko has any marks on her."

I held up my hand, "She does..."

Sherri spun around and went for the stairs again. She turned to go up the first stair when Rose spoke again.

"Sis, as I understand it, Motoko and Paul became an item AFTER that little thing in the parking lot, where Paul dropped a guy with one blow. Motoko knew what she was getting, and maybe she likes it rough."

"That's still not right! What they do in private is their right, but this was with guests in the house."

"And in Paul's domain. Sis, do you know what topping from the bottom is?"

I had no idea what Rose was talking about. What the hell does 'topping from the bottom' mean?

Sherri paused, and stared back a Rose. 

"He had to Sis, or else she would have dressed like that at the party in three days."

Sherri turned back to me. 

"Sherri, I gave her a choice. She chose the punishment."

Sherri stood there pondering. She looked up the steps, at Rose, and then at me. She finally fired back at Rose. "You can actually give me this line after what Jake did to you? He put you in the hospital!"

Rose quipped back, "Motoko set this up, Sherri. She's been freaking out over all the women that are around Paul, and she wanted to stand out. She wanted Paul's attention; and, good or bad, she got it. She made him claim her. Like I said, she topped from the bottom."

I still wasn't completely sure what this 'topping from the bottom' meant, but now I had a good guess. If Motoko was a submissive, she would probably be a 'bottom'. I would then be the dominant, or 'top'. The term probably meant an intentional act of misbehavior, so that the dominant would have to punish the submissive. I felt Rose's logic completely explained what had just transpired. 

Rose put another morsel of meat on her fork. "Sis, wouldn't you agree that a good submissive would want a very strong virile man, who could not only give her children, but other women as well?"

Sheri gasped, as Rose slowly sucked the juices of the tender meat. Her lips caressed and then devoured the morsel for show. She then turned her head slowly and chewed the meat in her mouth, with an evil grin.

It was hard to fathom that Rose, who had just come back from knee surgery, was the one defending my actions. Her left knee had just been replaced, but the left side of her face was still deformed from the baseball bat that Jake had used to beat her up. I felt strength in Rose, and confidence in her assessment of the situation. Even though she was a victim of abuse, she knew what I had done and why, and didn't blame me. She had obviously had heard me tell her to 'Get the FUCK out of my house', and heard the spanking I gave her. She knew that I had given Motoko an out to walk away, and she also knew that she had stayed and took her licks.

I had never had thoughts about being a sultan that was spreading my seed into a harem, but that was exactly what Rose was implying. I would no only have a wife, Motoko, but I would also have access to Mary and Sherri, a married lesbian couple, for the purposes of providing them children. Would Motoko actually see me as a stronger male, if I was impregnating Rose and Sherri? This idea had NOT entered my brain as I was swatting Motoko's bottom. 

Mary quipped in, "Sherri baby, come back to the table. Your food is getting cold."

I turned to Mary and motioned at Jason, "Does Jason know about the contract that Sherri and you proposed to me?"

Mary nodded.

I turned to Rose, "And you really think Motoko would actually WANT that?"

Rose responded, "I don't know. She wants her man to be a strong male, and that strength can come at a price. She may even be proud that she has such a virile man. You are going to have to figure out how strong of a male she wants."

My god! Rose was actually serious! I started towards the table, and noticed my spot was at the head of the table. Sherri came back and sat down, and Rose put her fork down. They sat there and waited. I stood at the head of the table and drank in to possibilities that had just been dropped at my feet. I wasn't sure I was ready for this. The other thing that still bothered me about getting Mary and Sherri pregnant was that I still wanted parental rights over my children. If I was to be the master of a harem, I could not sign away my rights as a father. The standard sperm donor contracts that I had reviewed from the clinic had me giving up all those rights. 

It really didn't feel to me like I would be this strong sultan with a harem, if I was selling my sperm. Things still didn't add up for me, and I was still hesitant to even think about selling my sperm to Mary and Sherri. I wanted my children first, and then... well... I still wasn't sure.

I looked down at my place setting, and saw a salad, and a glass of iced tea. I sat down and started to eat. After I took my first bite, Rose picked up her fork again and also started to eat, as well as Jason. Even without Motoko's presence in the room, I FELT like the head of the household, a feeling I had never had with Tonya. With Tonya, I had felt like an equal partner, and choices had to be made by both of us.

I'm not sure how Jason was taking this, but he was at the kendo matches I held at the workshop. I was thinking that he probably saw me as a warrior. He knew that Motoko had been bruised, and that the three women at the table were now considering the action justified. At this point, he was also not going to challenge me. At this dinner, and in the domain of my apartment, I had defiantly established myself as the dominant alpha male, and he would not challenge me. 

I was completely sure that if I wished, Motoko would quit her job in a heartbeat, and become a stay at home wife and mother. It would never be a partnership between two people, but she would submit to me, and support me. I was still not sure of how good of a mother would she be for my children. If she was too submissive, I felt that our children would also walk all over her, and I would end up with spoiled children. Our vacation in Florida even seemed more important, but not as a getaway, but as a way to figure out how she reacted to the parenting skills around us.

Did I want this? Did I actually want such an uneven partnership? I was confused as to what my true feelings were. 

Motoko came downstairs in a Kimono. Her hair was put up, and her neck was fully exposed. She made no attempt to hide the hickey on her neck. In fact, it appeared that she was showing it off, in a somewhat demure way. Her movements were controlled and her head lowered. 

Rose took one look at Motoko's neck and turned to me, "THAT's her bruise?"

I nodded. 

Rose leaned over towards me, and in a soft voice, she whispered, "wimp..."

Motoko then proceeded to prostate herself and apologize to the group. 

"Please excuse me for disgracing myself in from of you."

I wanted this to stop. "Thank you, Motoko. That is enough."

"But..."

"That is enough. You look radiant in your kimono, and it would be a shame if you to soiled it. Please sit down and eat."

And that just what she did. Her bottom was tender, and she was uneasy sitting on the hard wooden chair. Everyone tried to put the event behind us, put it loomed. Eventually, Rose had had enough, and rolled her wheelchair away from the table.

***** ***** Rose Speaks ***** *****

I could see that Sherri was still uneasy about Paul's treatment of Motoko, and I had to do something. I put my fork down, and pulled away from the table. 

"Paul, my sis is not going to be comfortable until someone looks at Motoko. I know Sherri is a nurse, but I have slept over at Motoko's apartment, and we have seen each other without clothes on. I believe that it would be better to have a friend examine her than a stranger. Do I have your permission to take Motoko to the bathroom and take a look at her?"

Paul looked a bit dumbfounded, but I believe it was more from me quietly calling him a wimp. Paul let out a deep sigh, "Go on, get it over with."

Motoko was more than happy to stand up, and the two of us made out way to the bathroom. 

As I followed Motoko in, I turned my wheelchair around and started to close the door. I paused, and looked back at the table. 

"Paul, do you think you could find some padding to put on Motoko's chair?"

"Sure." With that, Paul stood up, and went back up the steps.

After I closed the door, I turned my wheelchair around and faced Motoko, who was sobbing with her head in her hands. "I can't do anything right! I'm going to loose him!"

"Motoko, this is not all your fault. Paul is a little dense at times, and doesn't see all the visual cues that a woman sends out. Can I tell you a secret?"

Motoko stopped crying, and removed her hands from in front of her eyes. After a sniffle or two, she nodded.

"OK, I tried to seduce Paul on the drive from Portland to St. Louis. The first day back I didn't try anything, and Paul was a perfect gentleman. I had nightmares that night, and he came to comfort me. The second day, I asked him about his girlfriend, and he talked about you. I tried to figure out if there was anyone else to see if he was serious, and he also mentioned an archery instructor named Ran, but mostly he talked about you. I flirted with him for over ten hours, and he didn't respond to any of my advances."

Motoko looked frightened. I realized that everything I was saying was adding fuel to her fears. 

"Motoko, this was before he announced he was courting you. Paul was available, and he did nothing! I would have been a willing partner the second night, but he flatly wasn't interested in me. He was only interested in you, but you have to understand that he may not read women very well. I understand that you wanted him to acknowledge you, but you went too far. What you did earlier was over the top, and you are going to trust that he loves you, even if there are times that he is distant towards you. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Rose-san. I know I am making mistakes, and that you are trying to help, but I don't know what to do! Even when we practiced doing things for Paul-sama, I made him very angry at me."

"Well, I'll try to help you some more, but first, I need to look at that beautiful ass of yours."

Motoko blushed, turned around and pulled up her kimono. She was not wearing any panties. 

"Is this normal? Don't women wear underwear with a kimono?"

Motoko responded. "A hundred years ago, this would have been true; but now, it is normal to wear panties. I tried to put some on, but I was very tender.... Is Paul-sama going to punish me for this?"

"No, Motoko, I don't think so."

I looked at her bottom, and noticed the marks left by the lace on her skin. 

"Paul didn't pull your panties off when he spanked you, did he?"

"No... My other boyfriends did. Was he supposed to?"

"Do you two have a safe word?"

"What's a safe word?"

I shook my head and thought to myself 'My god... They're both amateurs...' 

"Don't worry about the safe word. And yes, Motoko, the panties left marks. Do you want him to treat you like your other boyfriends?"

Motoko was silent. After a long pause, I heard "Would Paul-sama like that?"

"Motoko, I need to know what you want, not what Pauls wants."

"I don't want to lose him, Rose-san," and Motoko started to cry."

"Motoko, Paul also wants to know what you want, and this is the reason that why he may eventually break up with you."

Motoko spun around, "I don't understand."

Motoko's kimono flashed before me, and settled to cover her body once more.

I let out a little sign. "Paul couldn't read Tonya's mind. Tonya didn't tell Paul that she was cheating on him. Paul cannot trust Tonya ever again. Paul is not longer married to Tonya. Do you follow that logic?"




The Contract Ch. 09



Motoko nodded.

"I just asked you a question, 'How do you want Paul to treat you?', and you didn't answer me. Instead, you wanted me to tell you what Paul wants. In order for me to get an answer, I have to read your mind. Do you understand that?"

Once again Motoko nodded. 

"You have just started the chain of logic again. Paul can't read Motoko's mind. Motoko doesn't tell Paul that she is cheating on him. And so on."

"No, No, No! I am not cheating on Paul-sama! I am not!"

"But you are holding back information from him, and that makes him leery of completely committing to you. When he asks you a question, such as 'what is your favorite color?' you are afraid of saying the wrong thing, and so you avoid answering the question. To Paul, this is worst than telling him a color that he doesn't like. It's like you are telling him that you can't trust him, and so he trusts you less."

Motoko stared wide eyed at me, saying nothing.

"Do you want me to talk to Paul for you?"

"Could you?"

I could see Motoko's eyes pleading with me. 

"Ok, I'll talk to him. Let's get back out there."

I spun my wheelchair around and opened the door. Motoko and I went back to the table. 

"She's a little tender, but she'll survive."

Paul cleared his throat, "Thank you, Rose. Can we eat now?"

Everyone waited until Paul had speared another piece of meat and put it into his mouth before continuing. We all ate, but there was still something on my chest that I needed to get out. I once again pulled my wheelchair out, but this time, I stood up.

"I have an announcement to make. Sherri and I are identical twins, but we don't look identical anymore. I know how our bodies looked, and what effect they had on the men around us, but our souls are different. Even though we looked the same, we both grew different emotionally. We grew to compliment each other. I have grown into a woman who runs her own business, and Sherri, a caregiver. I am more reserved, and Sherri is very open."

"What you saw at lunchtime was the real Sherri, and very loving and open individual. She has to keep the real Sherri bottled up in public and repress herself. Even the repressed Sherri gets stalkers, like that man that harassed her in the company parking lot. In public, she cannot be herself, and I love the real Sherri. I think the real Sherri is a very beautiful and sensual person.

"In high school, we started dating one man together, so that I could protect her. When we would go out separately, I was always worried about the real Sherri getting into trouble, and having many men come after her. I would have broken my heart if Sherri had gotten gang banged. To protect Sherri, we would be together with one man, and he would have both of us. It was safe that way, and I enjoyed being with both the man, and with Sherri."

"Mary, you may not run your own business, but as an accountant, I believe that you share many of the qualities that I have. I believe that your qualities compliment Sherri's, the same way that I did. I love my sister, and I want her to be happy. I believe that she has found in you the same loving relationship that I had with her. I want to thank you, for finding my sister, and allowing the real Sherri, the one I love, to be released once more."

I picked up her glass. "I would like to wish you two a long and happy marriage."

We all raised our glasses, and toasted to a long and happy marriage. 

I sat down, and then turned to Motoko at the end of the table.

"Motoko, you need to be yourself with Paul, and find out if you are really a match. I first met you when we went to pick up some of my things in Saint Louis, and I remember having to help you pick out a book. I believe that you keep the real Motoko hidden from many people. I am going to be in Paul's life for the next three years, and you are going to have to accept that, and not be threatened by me. From what Mary and Sherri have told me, Paul wants a 'stay-at-home' wife and mother. I am a woman who owns her own business, and I am not about to become a 'stay-at-home' caregiver. I am not a woman who fits Paul's idea of a wife. If I am in Paul's life, Mary and Sherri are also going to be in it, and as a married couple. As a lesbian couple, I do not believe that Mary and Sherri do not fit Paul's idea of a wife, either." 

"Motoko, the only woman at this table who matches Paul's ideal is you, and whether or not you two are a true match is going to be a slow process. Just like this afternoon when you got to see the real Sherri, you will need to open up to Paul, and show him the real Motoko. It will be only then that the two of you will find out if you are going to be husband and wife. I wish both of you luck next week, while the two of you are in Florida. I am hoping that you will open up, and that Paul will start to discover the real Motoko."

***** ***** Pauls speaks again ***** *****

Rose lifted her glass again, but this time she simply took a sip. 

Motoko turned to me and said, "Paul-sama, me favorite color is magenta."

I nodded, not knowing what brought that on.

Rose turned to me and smiled at me, and then is after a few seconds, rolled her eyes and shook her head. 

That was completely random! What the hell did Rose and Motoko talk about in the bathroom, fashion? How the hell was I suppose to know what these women were talking about? I don't think I'll ever understand women.

Everyone returned to eating.

While finishing my meal, I pondered what Rose had said, and what she had not done. There was no toast, just a wish that I would discover the real Motoko. I looked across the table at Motoko, and saw her smile. I also saw fear, and a lack of self confidence. Just as Ran had said many weeks ago, Kotoko was trying to win me over with passion, and not compassion. It was possible that the box that Motoko kept her soul in had opened a crack, and I had seen a part of her true spirit in my bedroom just now. I also wasn't sure I was truly the man that she had envisioned me to be. 

Sherri put her compassion for Motoko aside for the rest of the meal, although I could tell by the way she looked at Motoko, that she was dying to comfort her. Sherri was a nurse, after all, and even though one thinks of shots and other painful and embarrassing things, a nurse aim is to make the pain go away. Even though I had brought a towel down to use as a pad, Motoko shifted on her seat the entire meal, and I could see that it was eating Sherri up to not be able to help. Mary noticed it to.

Getting to understand that I had just seen the real Sherri was somewhat of an eye opener. I was turned off, because I thought she was drunk, but if that was that real Sherri, and she was actually a free spirit. Many people come out of their protective shell when their drunk, and so when we actually see the true spirit, we can become repulsed because we see it as a loss of self control. Since Rose was going to living in the trailer for the next three years, I was going to be seeing a lot more of Sherri, and probably a lot more of a braless Sherri bouncing around. I had a vision of a 60 year old braless Sherri at my dinner table, with her sagging breasts resting on the table as she ate. I watched Sherri as she took a sip from her iced tea, and place her glass down where I envisioned her breasts were on the table. I shuddered when I though of Sherri using one of her breasts as a coaster. 

The grimace brought a strange look from Sherri, "What?"

I shook my head, "Nothing." I turned my head and looked at Rose, and smiled.

Rose, smiled back.

I was going to be seeing a lot of Rose. I assumed that Rose would actually be able to exercise more, now that her knee had been replaced. The injured knee made it hard for Rose to exercise, and Rose had extra weight that she was carrying. She was at least a cup size larger that Sherri, and possibly two. I had slept with Rose on two nights, but the only reason of was in the same bed as her was because she was having nightmares. We didn't have a sexual relationship, but I those two nights I wanted to bury my face in her lovely pillows of happiness. Even when she joined Motoko and me for a three way, she left early, and I was hoping to fall asleep caressing one of those breasts. When we slept together on that trip, Rose had worn something for support under her nightgown. I had not directly touched her breasts those nights but I had placed my hand on her back, and felt additional fabric. It didn't feel like heavy straps like a bra, but a light weight material. I had seen her in classes during the week, and I knew what her bra might feel like, and this was something else. This was something Rose had purchased to wear to bed. I couldn't imagine Sherri wearing something like that when she went to bed. Sherri was a free spirit, and Rose was a lot more reserved.

Rose did express herself well at the dinner table, and made a very good point about how she was not what I was looking for in a wife. She was spot on with her logic, but I couldn't get that first kiss I had with her out of my mind. I wanted my children to have a mother that stayed at home with them, and would be there just like my mother was there for me. A woman who was off working jewelry shows every weekend was not exactly what I had in mind. But still, there was that first kiss...

I just didn't know what to think about Motoko at this point. She had really reacted to me dominating her, but I was uncomfortable with it. I went along, because I needed to put my foot down, but when I felt that I had done enough, Motoko was urging me on, because she was on the brink of a climax. The way Rose had dealt with the situation made me think that I not only needed to talk to her as a business partner, but also for advice in establishing my relationship with Motoko. The quiet word 'Wimp' that she spoke to me told me that she knew how to handle a submissive. 

I then got a weird visual of Rose and Sherri dominating a guy, taking turns on him with a strap-on. I shuddered again at the visual. NO, this was not what happened, but a strange thought that I had. Rose joined with Sherri on dates to protect her sister. The actual picture would be more like Rose controlling Sherri, to protect her. In the relationship between the two sisters, Rose was the dominant, and Sherri had accepted the submissive role, so that Rose could protect her. This also allowed Sherri to be more open expressive, because she had someone keeping her safe.

But if Sherri was the more sensual one, why was it that Rose was the one that got married? Jake had married Rose the conservative one, a not Sherri. It seemed to me that if Sherri was the more submissive one, that Jake would have asked her to marry him. Instead, Jake had picked the stronger willed one.

Several people had finished eating, and we were wait for everyone to finish. I was finished, as well as Rose, so I tried to start up a conversation.

I took a sip of iced tea, and cleared my throat, "Rose, can I ask a few questions about you marriage?"

"Sure, but just remember that we have a minor at the table."

I glanced at Jason, who blushed, and then back as Rose. "Did, you and Sherri do it with Jake?"

"Of course. That's how Sherri and I dated men."

"I'm not talking about while you were dating, but after you were man and wife."

"Yes, we did, Paul, and it was consensual sex between three adults, and not adultery."

"So you had an open marriage and allowed Jake to have sex with other women while you were married."

"Not with other women, only with Sherri, and only with me there."

Rose's face was starting to turn red. I knew I had hit a tender spot. I turned to Sherri, "Did Jake hit on you when Rose was not there?"

Sherri shrugged her shoulders, "Yes, but then he would apologize when I told him that I was not Rose. We are identical twins, after all."

Rose growled, "He knew, Sherri."

Sherri turned to Rose, "What?"

"He knew."

I was starting to put the pieces together now. "Jake cheated on you with other women, didn't he?"

Rose let out a sob. Tears started to run down Rose's cheeks as she nodded, "Twice."

"I'm sorry Rose."

"Paul, You don't have anything to be sorry about. I opened the door a crack, and I am to blame here."

"Rose, Jake chose you over Sherri because he knew you wouldn't interfere in Sherri and Jakes marriage. He could have had a monogamous marriage with Sherri because you would've handed the torch over to him, just as you just handed it over to Mary just now. Jake wanted everything, and went after you, knowing that Sherri would be pulled in."

"Paul, are you saying that I can never get married. That any man that tries to marry me will expect me to allow him to cheat on me?"

"No, I am not saying that. What I am saying is that you will continue to look after Sherri until she has found someone else to take care of her. Sherri needs to be married in order for you to have a monogamous relationship."

Rose glared at me. "So it IS my fault. Am I the one with a problem, Paul? Did I deserve to be beaten up?"

"No Rose, what I see is a woman who deeply loves her sister, and a woman that Jake took advantage of. Jake is the unfaithful one in your marriage, and manipulated the situation to his advantage. I am quite sure that you openly talked with Sherri and Jake about intimacy before and after you were married. Did you set the rules up, and did Jake agree to them?"

"Yes, Paul, but..."

I cut her off, "No Rose, you set the rules up, and he agreed to them. He knew he was violating them, and you just told me that he knew when he was hitting on Sherri, that he knew what he was doing. What's more, I think Jake knew he was doing something wrong, and didn't like himself. I can't see myself ever acting the way Jake did, if I found out my wife had been raped, my reaction would have been to comfort her. There had to be something growing inside of him that he couldn't deal with, and when he found out that you have been violated, he probably took out his hate and self loathing and targeted it at you. When he beat you, he was not facing his own demons, but releasing them."

Rose and Sherri were crying.

"You can't help who you love, Rose. And I can't blame you for falling in love. I was in love with Tonya, and we married before we really knew what we wanted in life. I now see that Tonya and I were not living for each other, but were just living together for mutual benefit. Jake was a player, and did a good job of seducing the two of you. I don't think he truly entered into your marriage with the promise to live for your happiness, but for his pleasure. I'm sorry that you had to pay such a high price.

"But, Paul, it was my decision. I may have had rose colored glasses on, but I said 'I do', and accepted Jake as my husband. I should have seen through his twisted façade."

I softened my voice, "Rose, love is blind, and I know what you are doing for Mary and Sherri, and even Motoko and I, is because you have learned a very painful lesson, and don't want others to repeat your mistake."

At this point, Motoko got up and walked over to Rose, and knelt down. "You are very kind, Rose, and I know you have a good heart. I know you are trying to help Paul-sama and me, and I want to thank you for that. You are a good person, and do not deserve what Jake did to you." 

Rose and Motoko cried and embraced each other. Mary and Sherri were already pulling back their chairs when I motioned them to join in. I got up, and went over to Jason. "Come on, Jason. I think the girls need some privacy."

I grabbed two beers, and Jason and I started out into the workshop. Before closing the door, I noticed that Mary was watching us as we got up. I lifted one of the beers, and then motioned it towards Jason. Mary nodded in approval.

Jason and I found a pair of chairs and sat down. I pushed one of the beers towards him.

"Jason, you are in my home, and Mary has given me permission to allow you to drink this. I know that you are not going to be driving home, and that one beer is not going to get you drunk, but I think with all of these women doing crazy things about you, I think you may need to talk to someone about it."

I knew Jason was only sixteen, but I also felt that he probably needed to get some things off his chest. He accepted the beer and took a drink. Jason's initial reaction told me that he wasn't a beer drinker. 

I took the beer back, 

"Sorry, sir."

"It's Paul, Jason, and it's OK. I have always believed that beer was an acquired taste, and not everyone likes beer. It was probably a bad idea on my part. Go ahead and get what you want out of the shop fridge." 

Jason went over a pulled a Sprite out of the shop fridge, and opened it. It was already stocked full for the party in three days. I didn't know how long the girls would be doing their thing in the apartment, but I wanted to give them some touchy feely girl time.

"Women can talk about their feelings a lot more then men can, we tend to keep them bottled up."

"Yes, sir."

"It's Paul, Jason. Just call me Paul."

"OK... Paul."

"That's better. I just wanted to pull you out here so that the women can have some private time. I'm nearly twice as old as you are, Jason, and I still don't have them figured out."

"Paul..." Jason started to say something, but then stopped. I wasn't sure where he was going.

"Jason, less than three months about, I thought I was married to a faithful wife. I wouldn't have thought that my marriage was going to be annulled, but it was. Don't get me wrong, I knew that our marriage was going downhill, and I was not completely blindsided to find out that Tonya was cheating of me. Tonight, I discovered something new about Motoko, and I have been courting her for the last two months. It's like Rose said, I'm going to have to slowly peel Motoko open like an onion in order to know whether or not she is the one, and it looks like it's going to be a two or three year process."

Jason stiffened up at the word 'year'. I took a long draw of beer, and waited for Jason to say something. Jason just remained silent.

"Yeah, you heard me right, I said two or three years. It's going to take some time. What you're doing in high school is just the start of learning this process, and the relationships in high school usually don't even last more than three months."

Jason nodded, but said nothing. I guess he wasn't ready to talk yet.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Jason shook his head. "No, sir."

I didn't bother to correct him about being so formal. I figured that he wasn't ready to talk, and this was his way of telling me. I wasn't really his father, anyway. I knew that I was going to be around Jason for the three years, or at least until he graduated high school. I wanted him to be comfortable to talk to me, but it was probably not my place."

"See your father much?"

"About twice a year."

"Doesn't he live nearby?"

"No. He lives in Atlanta. I'm going to see him tomorrow. Mom's going to take me to Little Rock, and I going to ride a bus to Atlanta."

Wow! Jason actually spoke three whole sentences, and one of them a compound one at that. He must be looking forward to seeing his father.

"Going through Nashville?"

"Nah. It goes through Birmingham."

"How long?"

"Fifteen hours. It gets to Atlanta at 10 pm."

Jason was answering, but just giving me facts. I decided he wasn't going to open up to me.

"Then your Christmas here is tonight, I think we need to get you home. Do you think the girls are through with their group hug yet?"

"Yeah."

We got up and went back into the apartment. Once inside the apartment, Motoko came over and gave me a long hug. Afterwards, Mary and Sherri helped Motoko clean up the dishes, and I spent some time with Rose. Rose was no longer in her wheelchair, but over on my couch. I sat on one side and offered an arm. Rose willingly slid over and into my side. With my free hand, I blew a kiss at Motoko, and when I silently mouthed "I love you', she nodded back, and silently mouthed 'I love you' back.