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Whose Fault Was It

By: WantABWriter



Janet Parker walked back into the master bedroom of their home after a 30 minute absence.  She smiled at her husband Mark. She was a little stunned by the expression on her husband's face and more then surprised that he did not greet her with even one angry word.  His eyes had a look of shock and distance; he didn't seem to notice her as she approached. Janet bent down to begin to remove his binding. 

Mark had been bound in the overstuffed chair that had been a part of their bedroom's décor since they moved into the house. He was naked and had just witnessed his wife's infidelity. As Janet removed the straps that held him securely to the chair she spoke. "Well how does it feel to see another man fuck me?"

Mark did not answer. Janet was determined to continue, "I'm sorry I took so long getting back but Steve insisted on a blow job before he would leave. What could I do but be hospitable to my guest?" Still Mark did not answer. Janet didn't feel as good about what she had done as she pretended. "He was so big and filled me with so much cum. I sure hope my birth control pills work."

By then Mark was free but remained seated. He had not given any indication he realized Janet was speaking or even in the room. "It serves you right you know Mark. You went next door and fucked my best friend Jill, how does it feel to know the one you love would do such a thing?" Again Mark did not answer or speak any words. 

'Ok, you want to do the silent treatment, I can do that too,' Janet said to herself as she turned her back to her husband and climbed into bed. She relaxed and cooed as if reveling and reliving the act in her mind. She did not realize how exhausted and drained she was. Janet had in actuality shown Steve Hill out just after he redressed but wanted to torment Mark with the idea she had done more before he had gone. Add to that the emotional drain of finding revenge was not nearly as sweet as you imagine. With her hand between her wide flayed legs she drifted off to sleep. 

The next morning Janet awoke to an empty bed. She got up and called to Mark but got no answer. 'Still sullied I see, well I can hold out as long as he can,' she said to herself. With the excuse in her mind of making coffee Janet headed thru the house. Making the rounds she glanced into both spare bedrooms expecting to see at least evidence that Mark had slept there but saw none. In the kitchen she went to the pantry and got the coffee canister. When she put it back in place, Janet opened the door to the garage to peek. Mark's car was gone.

Janet felt her anger grow.  "He has no right to be so mad. I didn't run off when I found out what he did?" she thought building a defense in her mind. So she had committed adultery, so had he! She at least had done it with a man from work not a neighbor just across the fence. She hardly knew Steve, while Jill had been her best friend for many years. "Ok mister asshole, do what you want!" The last was an audible statement. 

Janet was not in a good mood when she got to work and all her co-workers realized it. And Steve Hill was sent from her office as if she had possessed a pistol. Janet's entire department knew whatever the problem, Steve Hill was involved. Janet tried to work but couldn't keep her mind focused. Adding that to her physical exhausted state, Janet was not doing well on the phone either. How many times in the day did she dial Mark's number just to hang up before the line was answered? How many times did she have to stifle back her tears? The day came and went without Janet thinking of lunch. 

By quitting time Janet realized all her co-workers knew there was something dreadfully wrong. None approached her, but there were whispered conversations as they looked toward her office. Embarrassed Janet was the last to leave. As she closed out that evening she checked her mobile phone and found it was off. Her spirits lifted and she hit the power button. "Yes that was it! Her phone was off and Mark would have left her a message." Her hope faded when the only call was from Steve Hill. Janet did not bother to call him back. 

Janet was anxious and fearful as she pulled into the drive. She waited a full minute before she hit the garage door opener. The garage was empty. Pulling in Janet parked and closed the door behind her. In the house she checked for voice mail on the land line. A message was indicated but it was just a sales call. Janet sat on the couch and poured herself a tall Scotch. 

The next thing that Janet realized the alarm was going off. She was on the bed. She smiled thinking that Mark had come in and put her to bed. Opening her eyes Janet realized she was still wearing her work clothes. She tried to sit up to find she had dreadful headache. Janet remembered thru the pain staggering to bed from the living room. She had not eaten at all the day before, so the alcohol quickly entered her system and now she paid the price. Add the emotional exhaustions to compound the affect of the Scotch and you have a lost night. 

Janet stood and felt her heart beat in her temple. She wanted to call out for Mark but couldn't find the strength. Wandering into the bathroom Janet turned on the shower as she stripped off her clothes. All of a sudden she felt dirty. Climbing into the enclosure the sighed as she cool water covered her. Feeling a little more human Janet stepped out of the shower and began to dry off. Looking in the mirror Janet didn't like what she saw. 

It took her a little longer than normal to get dressed and made up for work. Janet knew she needed something in her stomach but the thoughts of food sickened her. She settled for a can of 'Ensure' for a little nutrition. 

Janet felt all eyes on her as she walked in that morning. Steve was absent or at least out of sight. She held her head up high and marched to her office. Inside she exhaled a long sigh. Looking at her watch Janet saw the time was past 8. Determined, she dialed Mark's number. At that moment she assured herself it was just to make sure he was ok and had done nothing rash. The phone rang and was not answered but instead went to voice mail. Janet felt her blood boil. "How dare he not answer my call!" Janet assumed Mark was in his office and recognized her number on his caller ID. She hung up without leaving a message. 

At noon she tried again only to get voice mail. 'I've had enough of this!' she thought. Janet dialed Mark's secretary. The line was quickly answered. Janet spoke quickly, "Mary this is Janet, I need a favor." 

A stunned voice came back to her. "Sure Janet if I can."

"You can, and I want you to do it no matter what Mark has told you. Put me thru to him right now!"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Parker but I can't do that."

Janet was livid, "What the hell you mean you can't, what you mean is you won't!"

"No, that is not it Mrs. Parker, I can't, because Mr. Parker isn't here."

"Mary where is Mark?" Janet asked in a little softer tone.

"I don't know Mrs. Parker."

"You don't know or you won't tell me?"

The voice and message that came back shook Janet. "Ms Parker I can't tell you where Mr. Parker is because he no longer works here. Now I have other things I must do. Good–bye Ms. Parker."

Janet heard the line go dead. She also heard Mary Little call her Ms, not Mrs. or Janet. And did she say Mark no longer worked there? Janet put her head down and began to sob. Although her sobs were heard well outside her office she had no sympatric visitors.  When Janet collected herself and made a trip to the bathroom, she called Marry Little once more. This time Janet was polite and respectful, but Mary could hear the panic in her voice. 

"I'm sorry Mrs. Parker but all I know is that yesterday morning Mr. Parker came in and wrote his letter of resignation. He was packed and out of here by 10 am. I knew something was up when he came in dressed the way he was. I mean, he was not in his suit, he was casual. And it looked like he had slept in those clothes. Is anything wrong? Does Mark, I mean Mr. Parker, have some horrible medical problem?" 

Janet couldn't answer she just thanked the woman and hung up. When Janet composed herself she called her boss and told her she would be taking the rest of the day off. Her boss didn't ask for an expiation. All Janet wanted to do put an end to this nightmare. Later that day she called Mary Little for the last time. 

"Mary do you have any way I can contact Mark?" Janet asked, almost begging.

Mary hesitated. Janet knew the woman knew something. After a sigh she spoke, "Well Mr. Parker did not say to withhold this from you or anyone else so I guess..."

Janet interrupted, "Thank you Mary," 

At that moment Mary knew it was serious. She had enough respect to refrain from asking questions. "All I have is an address, it's local, 11365 Cypress Springs." There was a silence at the other end of the line. "Are you alright Mrs. Parker?"

"Yes, yes I am fine. I know the address and thank you again." Janet couldn't hold back her tears so she hung up. She cried both from relief and from the realization of who resided at that address. It was none other than Jeremy Parker, Mark's brother. Jeremy and Emma Parker had never cared too much for Janet and the feeling was mutual. Not only was their ill will, but Jeremy was a lawyer. 

Janet began to reason, where else would Mark go? He had no other family in the area; in fact he had little family left. His parent were gone and Mark had only one other sibling besides Jeremy. Their sister was Sarah and was between Mark and Jeremy in age. She lived in a home. She had been stricken with MS at the age of 16. Mark loved Sarah and would visit often. The finical burden of Sarah was born by the estate of Mark's parents. Jeremy handled that and there was never any issue of money between the two bothers. And another rule of Mark's was to never conduct business with family. Therefore Jeremy was not Mark's lawyer. But the two were close and if Mark had gone there he had surely discussed the situation with Jeremy. 

For a few minutes Janet was angry. "How dare Mark discuss their problem with his brother! Especially knowing the regard Jeremy and Emma had for her. Yes it was just like Mark to head to his brother and spill it all," Janet ranted. There was no doubt in her mind hers would try and persuade Mark to rid himself of the 'floozy' as Emma had once referred to Janet.  It took only a few minutes for Janet to realize that the longer she put off calling Mark at Jeremy's the worse it would be. Summonsing up her courage she dialed the number of the brother-in-law. She was not at all prepared for the reception she received. 

"Hello Jeremy..this is..." was all that she was allowed to say.

"Janet what is wrong? What happened to Mark?" Jeremy asked in very concerned voice. 

"What do you mean, I thought he was staying with you," Janet fumbled. 

"What happened? Where is Mark and what is wrong?" Jeremy pressed. 

"You don't know?" Janet asked dumbfounded. 

"Hell woman, if I knew would I be asking. Don't play your bitchy games with me, or I come over there and slap that shit eating grin off your face. Now where is Mark and why did he leave?"

Janet was even more stunned. She had never heard Jeremy speak with such vulgar language or tone. Janet began to cry. Jeremy persisted. "What did you do? Where is Mark? And...and why are you being such a bitch!"

Janet gasp, "What do you mean! I am just as concerned for Mark as you! I called you didn't I, you didn't call me when he showed up at your house. Now let me talk to him or do I have to come over!" Janet was mad and it was showing.

"Number one, Miss Bitch, Mark is not here, but you are free to come over. I would like nothing more than to get my hands on you. I am sure I could choke the truth out of you...you...you...hell you're just Janet!"

"Where is Mark? I am his wife I have the right to know!" she demanded. 

"The only thing you have to right to know right now is I am Mark's attorney and have been instructed to seek a divorce for him from one Janet Lane Emerson Boyd Parker. Now if you have any more questions of me I suggest you get an attorney and either make an appointment or sent the questions thru him. Now good-bye Ms. Emerson! I will wait to be informed as of your council." Jeremy hung up. 

Janet was angry and threw the phone across the room. "Damn Mark Parker all to hell." After a drink and with a little calm restored Janet began to call all their friends looking for Mark. Everyone seemed surprised and none had any idea Mark was even gone. Janet's last call was the most difficult. "Hello mother, can you come over? I seem to have a problem." Hilda Lane Emerson was on her way. She was a hard woman but fair. Hilda would know how to handle this problem, Janet reasoned. However with that thought she also realized her mother would not be pleased with her only daughter if she learned the full extent of the reason for Mark's actions. 

As Hilda rang the door bell at Janet's door Mark Parker sat in the bar of his hotel two states away from his home. He was in Tulsa OK. He was nursing his third drink. It was Scotch and soda. Mark never liked Scotch, preferred Kentucky Bourbon. The reason we was drinking Scotch was to slow his intake of alcohol. 

It was late in the afternoon and the bar was not busy. In fact Mark was the only customer. As he sat on the stool his mind traveled back thru the years. He had met Janet by accident one hot summer day in Nashville. Mark was cruising the parking lot of a mall looking for a close spot. He noticed one three cars up on a row designed for traffic in the opposite direction, meaning he should make a loop to be headed the correct direction. Being in a small 2 seated BMW, Mark knew he could make the 135 degree turn into the spot. He did just that. As quickly as he had killed the engine and gotten out of his car, a Mercedes stopped behind him. A very attractive woman got out and began to read him the riot act. She had followed the law and circled around only to find a 'delinquent' taking her space. 

Mark was amused by this woman. She stood facing him with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her lips. Taking in the sight, Mark gave her his best smile but it didn't seem to help. Janet was not impressed. He tired to apologize but that too fell on deaf ears. Even in anger she was beautiful to Mark. Janet stood 5' 5" tall and weighed just over 110 pounds. She had dark hair, round almond colored eyes, a cute nose and full lips. And her breasts were magnificent even covered in the light summer dress. Her legs were shapely even without heels. Mark immediately wondered if she was married. 

"I'm sorry Mrs., I'm sorry I didn't catch your name."

"The name is Janet..." then catching herself left off her last name, "and I am Miss to you."

"As I was saying let me apologize and if you will back up I will surrender the spot to you. That is on one condition."

Janet raised one eyebrow and cocked her head, "And what is that?"

"You will have to allow me to buy you a cup of coffee."

"I don't think so, just move and let me have my space."

"But Janet...I'm sorry I didn't catch your last name."

"I didn't give it, so move, will you?"

"Janet I would love to, but you are blocking me. If you will back up and...promise to meet me in the for a cup of coffee in the food court in half an hour I will give you the spot, even though it doesn't have your name on it."

Janet looked at her watch. She didn't want to waste the time to have coffee with this cad but she did want the parking spot. It then occurred to her that she had been standing in the sun for more time than she would have used had she just parked a little farther out. "I suppose I could fit a quick cup of coffee into my schedule if you hurry."

Mark back out and found another spot. It was a longer walk but Mark didn't mind. He was thinking of a woman named Janet. True to her word she came to the food court for coffee though she was ten minutes late. They talked for an hour; when Janet had to go Mark gave her his card. He hoped she would call for she had repeatedly denied him her last name or phone number. 

The next day just after noon Mary Little got a strange call. "Hello, may I speak to Mark," the female caller requested. 

"May I ask who is calling?" the secretary asked.

"Mrs. Parker." Janet replied. 

A quizzing voice asked, "Mrs. Parker, may I ask your business."

"Just tell Mark his wife is on the line."

After a silence Mary replied, "I am sorry I can't do that. You see I know Mr. Parker is not married."

"You caught me, I must confess, I'm just a sales rep that really wants to speak with Mr. Parker." Janet lied. 

"I will not do that, for why would anyone wish to deal with a sales person that lies off the bat!"  The line went dead. 

Mark never heard of the call, for Mary accepted the intention of caller and forgot about it. Janet on the other hand knew that Mark was truly single. She liked Mark but knew that first impressions could be deceiving. She felt better knowing Mark was truly interested enough to ask for her number. One of Janet's traits was to use deception at times but she always justified the need. Now to find out more about this Mark Parker, Janet thought. 

The next day Janet left a message for Mark on his mobile phone. She left her number and said she would like to see him again.  For the next 6 months they were inseparable. Mark introduced Janet to his brother and sister. Jeremy was a lawyer and had an uncanny knack of reading people. He had a dislike and distrust of this woman his brother was dating. Emma, Jeremy's wife was not as perceptive but she also had reservations about Janet. Both held their thoughts to themselves until Mark announced he and Janet were engaged. At that point Jeremy and Emma told Mark of their feeling but wished him the best. 

Janet's mother, Hilda, on the other hand, loved Mark. She told her daughter Mark was a 'keeper' but warned marriage was serious and required a lot of work from both parties. 

Janet's and Mark's wedding was spectacular. Janet and her mother planned it and although it was elegant it was not overly expensive. Several times a year the two of them would look at the wedding album while sipping champagne. That naturally led to the thoughts of their honeymoon. Those nights always ended in great sex for the two. Those were special occasions and as Mark thought of them he felt very sad.

"You won't find her at the bottom of that glass," a voice fell on Marks ear jarring him back to the moment. Looking to his side he saw a young woman with a big smile. At first he studied her. She looked almost too young to be in a bar, at best in her early 20's. She had short cropped black hair and large gray eyes. Her lips had a tad too much lipstick that made her mouth appear just a little too large. She was short and petite. Looking at the light blouse it was easy to tell she was braless. However her breasts were small and pointed, with headlights prominent thru the material. Her shorts were short and tight. Her legs firm and nicely shaped. Her feet were in sandals showing brightly painted red toenails. In her hand was an empty glass held with fingers sporting long red fingernails. Looking Mark in the eyes she asked, "Buy a girl a drink?"

"You old enough to be in here?" Marked asked as he looked at the bar tender. With a nod of his head the bar tender indicated she was. "Ok what'll you have?" 

"Tequila on the rocks, you know how I like it George. And do you need another round while George is getting?" she asked. 

"Why not, one for me too George." 

"What brings you to Tulsa, and what can I call you?" the girl asked. 

"Just passing thru, and you can call me by my name, Mark."

"Glad to meet you Mark, I'm Tillie."

"And what brings you here this afternoon Tillie?" Mark asked. 


Whose Fault Was It Ch. 02



Mark and Janet are both reaping the consequences. 

As Mark sat in the bar talking to Tillie, Janet had the company of her mother. Hilda Lane Emerson was not happy with her daughter. Hilda was a widow with but one child. She had always shown strength of character and was one to speak her mind. She demanded honesty and action. Hilda had been a successful business woman and the sole supporter of her family. Her husband had 'suffered' with the 'disease of alcoholism' their entire marriage. Hilda did not like the crutch of calling alcoholism a disease but with the modern tolerance it seemed many did. Hilda contended if Alcoholism is a 'disease' it is the only one that could be purchased at a store!

Hilda was still an attractive woman despite her 67 years. She was shorter then Janet but had nice proportions. She had a shapely figure with rounded hips and a flat tummy with the help of support panties. She had nice breasts that sagged more then she liked but the bra kept them in form. She had gray hair but eyes that twinkled. Her face would light when she laughed but today she was not laughing. 

"What happened to make Mark leave so suddenly Janet?" Hilda demanded of her daughter. 

At the moment Janet was crying too hard to hear, much less answer. Hilda was angry at both Janet and Mark. They were adults but neither at the moment was acting the part. Seeing her daughter was an emotional wreck, Hilda tired to put her to bed. However Janet refused to sleep in the master bedroom, instead took one of the spare bedrooms. When Janet had cried herself to sleep Hilda made coffee and tried to make reason of why this had happened. Upon arriving all she could get out of Janet was that the two had had a fight. No matter how hard Hilda pressed Janet would give no further explanation. 

Sitting at the breakfast table Hilda thought about Janet's first husband Charles and the reason for the divorce. Janet Boyd then found that her husband, Charles was having an affair with a neighbor's wife. It was not just a random act but had been going on for well over a year when Janet realized it. In anger Janet plotted revenge. She enlisted the help of the Rita's husband, Ted Welch. The two set up small hidden cameras in the bedroom of the Welch home. When they had collected enough video's to make a good case for divorce the made their move. Setting both Rita and Charles up was easy. The pair took advantage of any time they could 'couple'. With the tale Ted would be out of town and Janet would be working, late the lovers planned some adult play time. 

When Rita and Charles got to the Welch home they were taking off their clothes in the entry hall. They were so busy building passion as the kissed and fondled heading toward the Welch marital bed they didn't hear the sounds from the bedroom till they stepped in. Both naked, they froze. There on top of the covers were Ted and Janet in the act of copulating. 

Ted was involved and enjoying the sex, Janet was not, but wanted to put on an act that would have earned her an 'Oscar'. "Ted you are so big and fill me. Deeper, deeper, let me have all of your cock! Harder, harder fuck me good, I have needed a real fucking for a good while now!"

All Ted could do was grunt as he was fulfilling Janet's desires with her feeding his libido.

"Fill me up with your cum. Fill me up full, I want your baby in my belly! That's it , oh god yes! Feels so fucking good. Damn Ted you can really fuck! Oh, Oh Baby I'm cuming!" Janet screamed as Ted filled her bareback. 

Charles and Rita just stood and watched neither seemed to care they were naked and had come to the bedroom for the very same purpose. When Janet came off her faked orgasm she looked over at her two audience members. She smiled and tapped Ted on the shoulder. "Ted I think we had better get up, the next two are here for the bed."

Ted had been so involved in the sex with Janet he had been oblivious to Charles and Rita's entrance into the bedroom. He was jarred back to the moment and climbed off without looking directly at any of the three in the room. He made a quick trek to the bathroom. 

Janet stood and faced her husband and his adulterous partner. She felt Ted's seamen drip from her pussy down onto her thigh. She was naked but offered no attempt to cover herself. After all, everyone was naked. "Sorry we ran over, and we did kind of make a mess on the bed, but what the heck we are all adults her and know each other. Hope you two have as much fun as we did. Ted I'm leaving now, catch you another time." 

Neither Charles nor Rita offered a word as Janet picked up the clothes and walked past the pair heading for the front door. She stopped in the entry way hall just long enough to pull her top over her head and slip into her shorts. Looking at the floor she saw Charles's pants. She smiled an evil smile. Bending down she took all the money from his wallet then replace it. The next stop was their house. 

Ted wouldn't come out of the bathroom. He stayed there till Charles left. That was about 30 minutes later. Another surprise awaited Charles as he exited the Welch residence. A constable stood there to serve him with divorce papers and hand him an envelope. Stunned as he was, he noticed the moving van parked at the curb in front of their home. The men were busy carrying thing from the house and loading them in the truck. 

Still in shock Charles went home and found Janet in the shower. She saw him and smiled big. Stepping out she dried and put on clean clothes. Picking up what she had worn home from her 'sexcapade', Janet dropped them in the trash. "Hi Charles you are just in time to see me off!" 

Charles begged Janet to stay and try and work it out, but she would have no part of it. She acted as happy as a child beginning a new adventure as she inspected the work of the movers. Before dark her items were packed as she wished. She followed the moving truck when it pulled out. It was later in the evening when Charles opened the large envelope. It had a letter and a DVD. The letter explained that Janet had already filed for divorce, a fact that was evident with the service. The DVD showed a dozen of the sexual rendezvous' between Charles and Rita. 

Janet had a few things delivered to her apartment and the rest went into storage. After the divorce was final and settlement paid, she transferred from Baltimore to Nashville to be close to the only family she had, her mother. 

Hilda was taken from her thoughts by the sound of the door bell. Answering the door she found Jill Stanley had come to visit. She was shocked to hear that Mark was missing. Her story was she had not seen or heard from Janet for several days and wanted to see how she was doing. 

Hilda invited her in and offered her coffee. Once seated with a fresh cup of coffee she spoke. "So you are as surprised as me that Mark would just walk out?"

Jill stammered, "Well yes I had no idea there was anything wrong. I mean how could I have known?"

"You are a neighbor and a dear friend to Janet. I would have thought if there was a problem you would have at least gotten a hint."

"Well I didn't, I am just as shocked as you are that Mark would do such a thing, disappear and all!"

"What thing did Mark do, disappear like this you mean?" Hilda asked studying the face of the woman across the table. 

"It was you that said he had walked out, not me." Jill defended herself.

"Yes that is a fact, but you used the term 'disappear'. What do you know that you aren't telling me?"

"Nothing! I know nothing of this affair! I am just as in the dark as you are Mrs. Emerson." Before the sentence was competed, Jill she wished she had picked different words. 

"Affair, what affair?" Hilda persisted.

Jill was in a panic. She felt as if Janet's mother suspected the truth. "Honest Mrs. Emerson I am just as much at a loss as you are. Janet won't talk to me either."

"That's funny for I thought you said you had not seen or spoken to Janet in the last three days?"

"Well I haven't not really, I mean, well I knew something was bothering her but...I just.. I didn't"

Hilda cut her off, "My dear woman, you are a very poor liar. I don't know if that is a complement or not but..."

"Why would I lie, Mrs. Emerson?" Jill continued her defense.

"Because you are involved in some way up to those big bright eyes of your! Now tell me what you know or get out."

"Honest I don't know a thing Mrs. Emerson."

"Very well Miss Stanley, when Janet awakes I will inform her of your visit. Now if you will please leave I have some work to do."

Defeated by relieved Jill went to the door. The exit was made a little more unpleasant by Hilda seeing her out. A curt, "Good day" was head by Jill before the door slammed and the dead bolt tripped. 

Hilda watched the clock and decided to spend the night. Janet had not awakened so she had not eaten. Hilda wanted to be there the next morning, a Friday, to make sure Janet ate before she headed to work.

Friday morning came but Janet refused to get out of bed. Hilda finally relented and called Janet's employments and explained that Janet was sick. She assured Janet's secretary that she would be back Monday. It was just a bug that was going around Hilda said. 

Friday morning Mark awoke before the wakeup call he had requested. He was in the shower when it came. Mark had not slept all that well but he was somewhat rested. He ate breakfast in the café before he checked out. Mark was on the road by 6 a.m. that Friday morning with a destination in mind. He was going to Chicago. He would be there and ready Monday to find a job. 

All day Friday Janet stayed in bed and either cried or slept. Hilda stayed with her daughter but could pry no more information from her. Hilda had tried her best even indicating Jill had confessed all. Janet had learned well from her mother and stated that if Jill had confessed then Hilda already knew everything. Hilda's plea of wishing to hear Janet's side of the story fell on deaf ears.

As Janet slept or wept, Hilda sought to find Mark. She had too much respect of her son than to believe he would do such a drastic action without just cause. Searching the phone billing records Hilda found a number in Dayton Ohio. She knew that Mark had a daughter in that area from his previous marriage. Playing the odds she dialed the number.

"Hello," came the female voice on the other end of the line. 

"My name is Hilda Emerson and I am trying to locate the daughter of Mark Parker, Allison Parker.

"I'm her, but the last name is Sutton." 

"Glad I have found you, Allison. As I said I am Hilda Emerson, my daughter Janet is married to your father."

There was a little gasp on the other end. "Is dad ok? What's happened?"

"It's not that Allison, it is just that he.. he is absent and I was hoping you knew where he was."

"Absent?" Allison repeated, "Like skipped school?"

Hilda sighed, "A little like that I guess. He has failed to come home for the last three days and.."

"Dad is missing? Have you called the police?" Allison asked anxiously. 

"We suspect no foul play if that is what you mean. But Janet is worried sick. I would just like to talk with Mark to see what caused this."

"Caused what Mrs. Emerson?"

"All I know is your father and Janet had some dreadful fight. I know they, well I know Janet still loves your father. I want to see if there is anything I can do to help resolve the issues."

"How long has dad been gone?"

"He left, I understand sometime Tuesday night. He hasn't called or come home. I was hoping he had called you." Hilda said.

Hilda could tell by the voice it was a lost cause, "Well two things, one if dad is gone and hasn't called, he doesn't want Janet to know where he is, and two don't ever call her again." Allison did say good-bye just before she just hung up. 

'Well that didn't work out so well,' Hilda thought. With second cup of coffee another avenue came to mind. Looking in the phone book she found the number. The phone was answered by the receptionist. "May I speak to Mr. Jeremy Parker please?"

"May I ask who is calling and the nature of the call?" 

"This is Hilda Emerson and I wish to speak to Mr. Jeremy Parker concerning one Mark Parker." 

"Will you hold the line Ms Emerson and I will see if Mr. Parker is available for telephone conference." 

A moment later Jeremy Parker was on the line. "Ms Emerson I intended to call you, we have some things to discuss."

"Excellent I am glad I saved you the effort to find my number." Hilda said with a smile thinking she had would get some aid or enlightenment with regards to the situation.

"Ms. Emerson I was going to call you to give you legal notice. You are to cease and desist contact with one Allison Parker Sutton. If need be I will have you served."

Hilda was just a little shaken. "What on earth would make you do that Jeremy?"

"Allison was not part to the situation between Mark and your daughter. She is now worried. I wished to spare Allison the worry until I knew more. And I mean what I say Ms Emerson for I am speaking as legal counsel for Mark Parker." Jeremy said in a stern voice. 

"Well councilor should I get an attorney? Send the questions to you thru legal channels?" Hilda asked in a flat voice.

"I don't know if you will need legal representation but if I were you I would instruct your daughter to retain an attorney."

"Janet has a name you know Jeremy. Why are you so hateful?" Hilda asked a sincere question.

"Ms Emerson, I am only talking with you out of courtesy. I wanted you to know that Mark is serious about divorcing your daughter, I'm sorry I mean Janet."

"Jeremy! How can you be that way? Janet is your sister. She has been a part of your family for almost six years. She have eaten in your home and cooked for you and your family. She had been at Christmas and even visited Sarah too. How can you be so cruel?"

"I had forgotten about that," Hilda thought Jeremy shifting to reasonable, but that was not the case. "And I want you to stay away for Sarah too. You and Janet both. I will leave orders for you both to be denied access to the home."

That hurt Hilda. "What on earth happened between Janet and Mark that would cause all this bitterness?"

"Ms Emerson I am not at liberty to discuss the affairs of my client. All I can say is that the papers have already been filed. I will follow instructions and save my client some money if I can. If Janet wants to avoid service at her work or home she must waive service. I will send the release to her home. If I haven't received it back in 5 calendar days I will proceed with timely service."

"Jeremy, today is Friday. Janet can't possibly get the paper till Monday at best, if not Tuesday. At least give her the courtesy of working days. Please tell me why."

"As I said that is privileged information. Now if you will allow me to get back to work I have used too much time already." Jeremy quipped.

"Jeremy I will gladly pay the prescribed rate. I wouldn't want you to feel that Janet or her family is indebted to you. Just connect me with your secretary and I will give her my address."

"That will not be necessary Ms Emerson but I was serious about contact with Allison or Sarah. And any communication you wish to send Mark will be thru this office. I mean at the office not my home."

Hilda began to cry. Jeremy relented and softened. "I'm sorry Hilda, I am just very agitated with the situation."

Thru the tears she asked, "Why, what happened." 

Jeremy was angry but realized it would do no good to take it out on Hilda. "Honest Hilda I don't know. Mark just came in the office Wednesday about 11 a.m. and said he was leaving. He asked me to file divorce for him. He wouldn't give details or reason. The filing will be 'irreconcilable differences'. He wanted me to go easy on Janet and give her half of the assets."

"Why would he be in such a rush to divorce and then be willing to divide the assets evenly?" Hilda thought out loud. 

"You got me. I begged him to come over to the house and at least sleep on it, but it was no use, his mind was made up. I don't know where he was headed or if he even had a destination in mind. I feel he was just trying to get away. Honestly I was a little worried that he had hurt or killed Janet. I have never known Mark to act that way. All I have is a mobile phone number and an e-mail address. I got an e-mail this morning from a hotel in Tulsa. He didn't say where he was headed but he assured he would be ok."

Hilda was sobbing by that point. "Jeremy I loved Mark almost as much as I love Janet. And Janet is my daughter. I will pray that both come to their senses quickly. If I know my daughter her sorrow will turn to anger and vengeance. That will be as costly to her as it will be on those around her. I understand your reason for not giving me Mark's number or his e-mail, but promise me you will ask him to contact me."

"I promise Hilda, I'll do that by e-mail as soon as I get off the phone. I want Mark back more than you do. He is the strength of our family."

"Thank you Jeremy. I'll make sure a lawyer contacts you about the proceedings but I will pray that it doesn't come to that." There was a silence. "And I will gladly pay your normal fee for this conciliation."

"That won't be necessary Hilda, you are still family, at least for now. I just want to wake from this nightmare." Jeremy said with a tired exhale.

Hilda sat and was even more stunned by what she had learned. Whatever had caused this was very serious. And if Janet and Mark didn't begin to work it out soon it would be too late. The thought hit Hilda that it might already be too late.

Later in the day when Janet was awake Hilda made her get up and eat something. She knew it was not the time to press the issue so she sat silently with Janet. After the meal it was late in the afternoon. Hilda needed to go home and make some arrangements. She wanted Janet to rest but she didn't want her alone in the house. Almost forcing a sedative down Janet's throat she got her daughter to bed. As a last resort Hilda called Jill and asked her to say with Janet while she was gone. Jill agreed but it was tense between her and Hilda in those few minutes before Hilda left. 

Hilda made arrangements to say the weekend with Janet. After Janet was cried out and could sleep no more Hilda sat her down to discuss the seriousness of the situation. 

"Janet did you know that Mark has intentions of divorcing you?"

"Yes I do, in fact I believe it is already underway." Janet said in a tired dull voice.

"How did you learn of that fact?" Hilda questioned. 

"Jeremy Parker Esquire seemed happy break the news to me." Janet said with distain in her voice.

"And you will not tell me what happened that caused this mess?"

Janet did not answer.

"I have strong suspicion that Jill is deeply involved." Hilda said as her eyes bored into her daughter.

That statement rocked Janet. "Why do you say that mother?"

"Because Jill is a terrible liar. You have not lied, well unless you consider not telling me why Mark left a lie by omission. But Jill did all but confess." Hilda tried again. 

"Then you know all about it. Really Mother, you have already tried that one. No the problem was just a stupid argument between a man and his wife." Janet said thru locked jaw.

"Arguments don't end with such rash actions by both parties," Hilda replied in a cold voice.

Janet just looked at the floor. 

"And why would Mark go far away, why would he not try to work it out? Is it you Janet, are you not willing to budge?"

Janet lost control again. With her face in her hands Janet sobbed, "I'd do anything to have Mark back now. I will do anything just to talk with him. Why did he leave like that. He didn't even say good-by."

"I am sure you know the answer to that Janet. Now it is up to Mark to make the first move. You see he is already out of the state."




Whose Fault Was It Ch. 02



Janet's eyes widened with shock, "Where is he mother?"

"All I know is that he was in Tulsa, and I presume that was Tulsa Oklahoma. He has left there but didn't disclose his destination."

"Oh Mother, do you think he is on his way home?" Janet's spirits lifted.

"I wouldn't get my hopes up Janet. If he was headed back he would call. Now Jeremy suggested you retain an attorney. I will get in touch with Marcus Feldman, my attorney. He can at least give us an honest assessment of the legal ramifications."

Hilda was still there Monday morning. Janet didn't want to get out of bed. "Janet Lane Parker, get out of bed this minute. You might have lost your husband; if you have, you will need to keep your job if you want to support yourself."

Janet did get up and go to work, but she was late. As she walked in she imagined every eye was on her and every whisper was about her. Here first order of business was to complete all the work from Friday. It was a little easier to concentrate but still Janet had a nagging feeling in her soul. Again she was the last to leave the office that evening. She had a little hope that Mark would be home when she got there but that was dashed when she saw the empty garage. 

Monday Mark made two job interviews in Chicago. True both were preliminary and by HR, but it was a start. He felt he had a good chance at one of the jobs because it was stationed in Seattle. Not many in Chicago wanted to go there, and with the tight economy many companies would be reluctant to fly a local in even if they had interviewed at the regional office. 

Janet went to work Tuesday and was immediately confronted by Steve Hill. He offered his concern. Mostly Steve wanted to know if Mark would come looking for him. Janet told him to get out of her office and if he ever came into her office again unescorted, even when sent for, she would cut his ball off with a pair of rusty scissors. The entire office heard the threat and laughed as Steve, the office 'stud' was run out of Janet's office. 

Tuesday Mark had a second interview at one and a first interview with another company. He was upbeat and knew he would soon be gainfully employed. 

Tuesday night the garage was empty again. It was then that Janet realized she had most probably lost Mark. It hurt terribly to know she had ruined her marriage. More than that the realization the man she loved would not be coming back shook her to her very core. Slowly Janet began to see the things Mark had taken with him. Most of his clothes were gone from the hanging rod. Half his shoes were absent. It was not till Janet opened Mark's underwear drawer that she lost control and fainted. The drawer was empty of all his undershorts and socks and in their place as a small band of gold metal. Mark had left his wedding ring. 

Janet couldn't take that. She had to call her mother. Hilda spent the night with Janet. Again she forced a tranquiller into her daughter. Just as she got Janet down Jill came over but left shortly when she learned of Janet finding Mark's wedding band. 

Work and the office were hard on Janet but she struggled thru it. Wednesday evening was especially stressful for that was when she got the first of the legal papers from her pending divorce. Janet had to allow her mother to take the notice to Marcus Feldman. 

For Mark it was busy but fruitful. He did get a surprise in the final interview. The credit report had already been up dated to show the divorce proceeding. It angered Mark a little to think Janet was worried about him destroying her credit or something. Mark also took it as a 'sign' Janet was happy about the proceeding. His hard head told him that if that is what she wanted then so be it. His heart told him different but he was afraid to call and ask. By Friday evening he was on his way to Seattle. He had a job. It would be traveling but that was ok. Mark had not place to call home. 

Both Mark and Janet were exhausted on Monday. Janet from the emotional loss and Mark from the long drive. He had not yet begun to feel the full emotional extent of the loss of Janet, his only true love. 

Tuesday Morning Janet had blood in her eye. She called a friend to her office and asked a favor. The woman was Della Smith. She was an IT for the company. The favor was for Della to search Steve Hill's computer and find anything that could be used to terminate him. Della struck gold. Steve Hill had nude photos of several women in the office. Photos that could have only been taken with the woman's consent; some in sexual position and in sex acts. Some of the women were married some were not. Janet was relieved that none of her were in the mix. The ones that interested Janet the most Shelly Albrights pictures. There was many and lewd. Shelly was single, but her older brother was a Sergeant on the Nashville Police Force. He was known to be very protective of his little sister. There were rumors that one man she dated was arrested on drug possession charges. 

Just after lunch Steve Hill was called to Janet's office. He was shocked to see 10 women waiting for him. "Steve there was reports of unauthorized use of company computers. It seems that yours has been found with a file full of naked women."

Steve looked at the women glaring at him. Janet went on, "I seems that you have naked photos of some women that work here. It appears you have been sharing those photos with others on the web. That is justification for termination. But I don't want to bring embarrassment on any woman that might have fallen under your spell." Janet looked hard at Steve. He knew it was not the time to mention what Janet was guilty of. 

"If this comes to light and Shelly's photos are made part of your termination proceedings I will make sure Shelly's brother Frank gets copies and the name of the photographer. Added will be the list of all addresses you sent the photos to Steve."

Steve took that in. He had no desire to tangle with Frank. He had met the man once and was intimidated by his size. And there might be some angry husbands and boyfriends thrown into the fray. Steve saw the handwriting on the wall. "OK what do I need to do?"

Janet smiled, "I am glad you see it our way. You will resign and be gone in less than two week. I do hope we can keep the news for Frank for that long."

"I'll be out of here by Friday." Steve left to write his resignation. 

It was hard to accept the new life but there was no other choice. Both put their full efforts into their jobs. Work kept them busy. Busy minds don't have much time to think or to reminisce. For Janet it was run her department with an iron fist. Mark worked on a system to lower the cost of travel. By scheduling correctly he could drive to each location and save the cost of plane fare and car rental. The company agreed to his plan on a trial basis. The travel gave Mark a sense of adventure. Soon he got in the habit of contacting Sarah and Jeremy twice a week by e-mail. He would drive and make rounds Monday thru Friday, then on Saturday do all his paperwork. Sunday was his day off. That was the hardest day for Mark. 

Marcus Feldman stalled the proceeding as long as he could and that was almost six months. The real problem was the court date fell on their anniversary. Janet appeared in court. Jeremy began the proceedings. 

"Your honor my client wishes to dissolve the marriage on the grounds of 'irreconcilable differences'. He is prepared to offer half the combined assets of the two. Everything, without reservation of what was brought into the marriage by either party."

The judge spoke, "Council for the defendant, what is your response to this charge?"

Marcus stood and faced the bench, "You honor my client would like to reconcile, but no attempt has been made by the plaintiff to attend counseling. The plaintiff has been unwilling to even speak to my client. We would ask for full award of all assets of the marriage on the ground of desertion on the part of the plaintiff."

The judge looked at Jeremy, "Mr. Parker may I ask where you client is? And is your client any relation to you Mr. Parker, I ask because you share the same last name."

"Your honor, Mark Parker is my older brother. And as to his whereabouts today, he is employed out of state and could not afford to take time off for this matter. It might jeopardize his employment."

"Mr. Parker a marriage is a sacred institution. I take it very seriously. Your client took a vow, an oath, that he would love and cherish this woman till death do them part. He must have taken those words lightly if he would not bother to attend this hearing.!" The Judge was not happy.

"Since there is only one party to this action in the court I would like to hear from her what this irreconcilable difference might be in the mind of her husband," the judge said looking at Janet. 

Janet started to speak and was glad to defer to her attorney. "You honor one difference is the way Mr. Parker has treated the marriage. He walked out on my client six months ago and has not been in contact in spite of many attempts by her to contact him."

The judge looked at some papers in his hands. Looking over his glasses he spoke again, "Counsel I have looked at the financial records filed in this case and find something strange to me. The finical position has not changed in the last several years. Are these the latest you have?" 

"Your honor I have a set dated only a week ago and they are certified by the same accountant as those you hold."

"Counsel, have you provided those records to Mr. Parker?"

"Your honor I have three sets with me. One for the court, and another for Plaintiff's Counsel."

"You may both approach the bench," Marcus gave a copy to the judge and the other to Jeremy. The judge looked and frowned. 

"I am seeking an understanding of this case. Mrs. Parker, may I address you as such?" the judge asked.

Janet looked at the judge, "Yes your honor, I am still Mrs. Mark Parker until a court decides otherwise."

"Thank you Mrs. Parker. Tell me why would a man leave a lovely lady such as yourself, as your husband did? I see no great amount of money was taken, at least not as far as the records provided indicated. I further understand he left a good job abruptly. He, according to you, and do not take offence, has made no attempt to contact you. But as you say, you have tried repeatedly with no success."

"That is correct. The only contact I have with Mark is thru his attorney and bother Jeremy. I have asked from the start to speak with Mark but have been denied any information."

"Mr. Parker is that a true statement?" the judge asked. 

"Your honor, Mrs. Parker had indeed requested to speak with Mark and each time I have relayed the request. It is the decision of my client not to speak with his estranged wife, not mine."

At that the judge put his elbows on his bench. He interlocked his finger and put his thumbs under his chin pushing forward till his lips on his forefinger. The judge seemed to be in deep thought. Final he raised he head and looked at Jeremy Parker. 

"Mr. Parker you must understand the feeling of Mrs. Parker in this case. She has every right to feel you might be biased. Have you any way to prove you have forwarded Mrs. Parker's request."

"Your honor, I fully understand and concede the point. You have my word and if you wish you may call my secretary. She can pull up my last five e-mails to my client and his responses. I would ask you not repeat the e-mail address because I have been requested not to give that out."

The judge wrinkled his face an instant. After a moment he offered, "Mr. Parker you will give me the number for your secretary, I will call a short recess. I would request you remain in the view of the bailiff until I return and make no phone calls or texting. I am sure you understand."

Marcus took that as a good sign. The judge was leaning to Mark being the one that abandoned the marriage. Upon returning the judge looked at Jeremy, "Mr. Parker your testimony before this court was correct. Your secretary read me your last five e-mails sent to Mr. Parker," the judge then corrected himself and continued. "Perhaps I should have said Mr. Mark Parker. It would seem from his responses he has no desire to speak with Mrs. Parker. I find that highly unusual. There are many reasons I have seen for a spouse leaving abruptly. One that is common among women is abuse. I see no documentation of spousal abuse. Mrs. Parker, did your husband ever become violent with you are threaten you in any way."

Janet took a moment.

"Mrs. Parker I wish to remind you that your testimony before this court is under sworn oath. And you must answer truthfully. Do not fear telling the truth in this court for the law will protect you."

"Your honor, I will answer truthfully. My husband Mark Parker has never and would never physically abuse me. He is the kindest and most loving man I have ever known."

"Mrs. Parker, I question your answer, for if he were in fact that kind and loving he would be here."

Marcus Feldman responded for her, "Your honor, this is highly unusual. Is it normal for counsel to do the questioning."

"Your point is well taken. If you prefer, Mr. Feldman, you can call Mrs. Parker to the stand. After her examination and cross, I will ask any questions I feel appropriate. For me this is an unusual case. I have been troubled with it from the start. But I will not go into my deliberation to this point. I only wish to seek an equitable and agreeable settlement for both parties. I have only one party to this action in my court. She contends she wishes to try and reconcile the marriage but the husband seems steadfast against it. I see no money problems, no evidence of gambling, drugs, no indictment pending. I have ruled out another lover for that is too easily documented. What would be the reason for such cruelty?" the judge asked looking at Janet. She began to cry. It was then he wondered if it was a homosexual lover that had drawn Mark away. 

"I would take it that you Mrs. Parker have some idea of the answer to this riddle," the judge stated. After a pause he asked, "Would you like to enlighten this court?"

Thru her sobs Janet answered with a 'no'. 

"If you prefer, Mrs. Parker, you and I can discuss this in my chambers."

"Your honor I would abject to my client not being allowed proper counsel."

"Mr. Feldman, are you making the accusation I would somehow deprive your client of her legal rights?"

"No your honor, it is just that my client has enough emotions strain on her at this point. Her husband has deserted her, and has refused to speak with her. She had kept the home and maintained their credit."

The judge interrupted Marcus, "Are you indicating Mr. Parker left debts unpaid?"

"Your honor, Mrs. Parker has kept up the house payments, all the normal costs of living."

"But she will have to do that after the divorce, will she not?"

"Yes your honor, but it was a shock."

"But as you said, it will be what she has to do after today no matter the decision of this court?"

"Correct your honor." Marcus Feldman admitted.

"You have no evidence of any large outstanding debts left behind my Mr. Parker, or if you do you have presented no evidence supporting the fact," the judge continued with his questioning. 

"However with the evidence of abandonment we seek 75% of the assets and a full dissolution of the marriage. If one Mark Parker has no interest or love for my client she deserves the resources to begin her life anew."

"Mr. Feldman I do see your argument. I too am rather aggravated with Mr. Parker," looking at Jeremy the judge made the correction for the record. "Let me correct that statement, my aggravation is with one Mr. Mark Parker, not counsel Jeremy Parker. The man could at least have the decency to show up. It was not money that kept him away. That I surmise from the balance sheet before me and the fact he will settle for 50%. If money meant that much to him he would have taken it all when he left, wouldn't you say?"

Looking at both tables he continued. "The only thing that keeps me from directing a verdict at this moment is the fact no one has said what this 'irresistible difference' happens to be. Not even Mrs. Parker in the privacy of my chambers. From that I feel there must be much more to this case than either party will admit. What is your suggestions counsel? You first Mr. Parker."

"Your honor, my client has made the offer of accepting 50% of the liquid assets, leaving his portion of the home entirely to Mrs. Janet Parker. We feel it is more than fair."

The judge wrinkled his brow again, "Why would you say that? Why is that more than fair? Do you know more than you're telling? And don't quote me 'client privilege'. I'm old fashion and I hold marriage in the highest regard. Too many couples go into this with the attitude 'if it doesn't work out we can always divorce'. Didn't they listen to the vows?"

"Your honor I am sorry to say I don't know why my bother left. If I did I would surely use it to argue his case. I do have in my possession two sealed envelopes. If Mrs. Parker doesn't agree to Mr. Parker's term I am to call Mrs. Parker to the stand and ask the questions enclosed. The second envelope is a sworn statement from Mr. Parker to be entered into evidence." Holding up the envelope he looked at defense council. 

The judges' voice indicated he was more than just a little irritated by Jeremy's revelation. "Mr. Parker I thought you said you had no further evidence to offer this court."

"Your honor, I am following the wishes of my client. I was not to open either of the envelops if Mrs. Parker agreed to the terms as offered by Mr. Mark Parker. I have followed his instructions and wishes, much against my better judgment. I might have broken my word if Mark wasn't my brother."

"Your honor I must object to this. With Mr. Parker not available to call to the stand I will have no chance to extract his testimony." Marcus Feldman rose as he spoke.

"Objection overruled, true you will have no one to question but there will be no one to contradict your client's testimony either." The judge looked at Janet Parker and asked. "What is your feeling Mrs. Parker? Would you like to know what is in those two envelopes? And yes I will require both to be opened. I will also make sure both are true and actual exhibits. That means I will examine both before I allow the plaintiff's council to call you to the stand." 

Janet looked at the two enveloped laying on the table in front of Jeremy. She began to cry. What hurtful things would come out? Janet didn't think she would be able to handle hearing the story in court. Looking at the judge she spoke, "Your honor I will accept the terms of the offer presented by Mark." Janet then broke down. 

The judge called a recess. After lunch they were all assembled back in the court room. "Mrs. Parker have you reconsidered your acceptance?"

"Yes I have and I am still willing to accept the terms presented." Janet said with a stiff upper lip.

The judge asked Janet's counsel if he had discussed her options. Marcus Feldman said he had and felt Janet understood the consequences of her decision. He added he felt she had case for much better terms, but could only offer advice, not make the final decision.

The judge interlocked his fingers again as he put his elbows on his bench. Chin on his fingers his face showed he was troubled. Both attorneys knew he was thinking of changing the settlement, but for which party was the big question. Marcus and Jeremy both felt certain it would be in Janet's favor. When he spoke his offer was not what either expected. "Mrs. Parker, as you might have gathered I am not at all happy with your husband's actions. I feel if he was there for the wedding and the vow he took, he could come to the action that could end his marriage. I regret that the law does not require him to attend but there are measures I can take prolong his agony. What I am proposing is this gentlemen, and of course Mrs. Parker. In my opinion you have the right to know the reason for your husband's sudden abandonment of the marriage. With that in mind I offer this. Janet Parker will be allowed to view the contents of the envelopes in private. Upon reading the documents I will allow her to again reconsider her decision. If Mrs. Parker wishes to change her decision, you Mr. Parker can have the contents and present your case. However, if she still wishes to stand by her original decision, she will surrender the documents and I will shred them in my office before witnesses."




Whose Fault Was It Ch. 02



A few minutes later Janet was at the far end of the judge's chambers with the two envelopes in her hand. The judge had offered her a letter opener but it was still difficult for Janet to open the thinner of the two. On the outside was marked 'questions'. Janet pulled the single sheet of paper out and opened it. She began to read with tear filled eyes.

Questions.

1.What is your full name?

2.Where do you reside?

3.Are you the lawfully married wife of Mark Randal Parker?

4.Do you remember what you were doing the night of April May 14th of this year?

5.Will you tell us the last time you saw your husband?

That was the only questions and there was no information as to how Mark had anticipated Janet would answer the question. She had to wipe the tears from her eyes before she replaced the folded page back in the envelope and opened the second. 

This was three sheets. Unfolding them she began to read. 

Legal Sworn Statement 

Mark Randal Parker 

This 8th Day of September 2000

1 Capital Square 

Suite 2110

Nashville TN 37211

I Mark Randal Parker come to give a full and sworn statement to be used in the proceeding of divorce from one Mrs. Janet Lane (Emerson) Parker. I do so with the full knowledge this statement is under oath and must be truthful and accurate.

I wish to state for the record that I, in the month of November 1999, did have sexual relations with another woman. This disclosure of the fact is intended to be used as my full admission of guilt. For this record the woman in question will not be named for she was not married and did not break any vow. I am and will take full responsibility for my actions and will to blame no other. I would ask that woman in question remain anonymous for the proceeding and all guilt be laid at my feet. I am now aware that what I did not only affected me and the woman but many other. This act was the beginning of the end of my marriage with Janet Lane Parker. 

It is true that no sin will go punished but the price paid has been great. I have lost a marriage, had to leave my family, and change employment. I did not know all I had to lose until it was lost.

If I could say that Janet asked me to leave for my infidelity I would not lay claim to any of our joint assets. However I do know for a fact that Janet Lane Parker did also at least one time break the covenant of our marriage. Her motives at this point are of no more consequence than my motives at the time of my failure. 

Since we have both seen fit to break the vows of our marriage it is only fitting that such be dissolved. I was the first to commit adultery so by right I do accept the added weight of being first. But there is little difference other than timing. 

I will not go into how I know of Janet's infidelity but I do know it is a true and accurate fact. As I understand he was not married either so I see no need in bringing his name into the statement since I was so chivalrous and kept my lovers name from these pages. 

Again I say I take the loins share of the blame and wish only that the two events had never happened. I have instructed my attorney to request only 50% of the liquid assets, leaving the house entirely to Janet. I have not listed nor do I care to list any benefits held by Janet in retirement accounts. I hope that the court understands the reason I felt it best to move from the state and begin a new life. 

This statement is true to the best of my knowledge and I offer it under oath.

Janet read the statement several times. She cried thinking of the things that Mark had not said. He did not go into any details of her adultery or how he came to know about it. He did not list Steve Hill or Jill Stanley by name and he accepted blame.  

Janet sorted thru the balance of the papers but they were just the standard notary sheets and legal letter heads. Folding the pages she placed them back in the second envelope and sat quietly for a minute. She stood she walked to the judge. "Your honor, thank you allowing me to see the content of those envelopes. It really helped me a lot. Now if you will, please shred them and allow me to accept Mark Parker's offer."

Back in the court room the judge did pronounce his decision, the only deviation from standard was the decree would not be final for 6 months after it was filed. The norm was 60 days but the judge was adamant on the longer time. His reason was the plaintiff was out of state and the judge wanted him to have plenty of time to challenge, or even Janet for that matter. 

Janet left the court room that Tuesday and went home. She had taken the week off for vacation. It was not that she wanted to use her vacation time for the hearing but more over she didn't want to have to go to the office after wards. Was it embarrassment or was it pride, she didn't know, Janet just knew she didn't want to face her subordinates or her superiors. At home that evening she found her mother. Hilda had asked to come to court and support her daughter but Janet had steadfastly refused. 

Hilda got Janet to eat a light meal before putting her to bed with a mild sedative. Just after Janet was well into sleep the door bell rang. When the door opened Jill was greeted by a nun too friendly Hilda.

"Hello Jill, what can I do for you?"

"Mrs. Emerson I was just wanting to check on Janet. I know she has been in court and..." Jill stammered. 

"And I am sure you know why she was in court." Hilda said in a harsh tone.

"Well yes, it was her divorce wasn't it? I know Janet has been dreading it fiercely." Jill responded meekly.

"And you know why she was in court today don't you?" Hilda demanded. 

"Yes for the divorce," Jill said with a puzzled look.

"Don't give me that 'dumb blond' look Jill Stanley. You know what caused this divorce! You are part of it! The cause or the instigator! Now if you will excuse me I need to make sure my daughter is resting well."

"Just tell her I came by," Jill said with lowered head.

"I will, now good evening!" Hilda said shutting the door before Jill could respond. The sight of Jill Stanley got Hilda's blood to a boil. If she was a woman to swear she would have call her woman every explicative for a whore she could think of. Hilda had never liked Jill, feeling she was a woman without morals. 

Janet rested the balance of the week, not bothering to leave the house. If it had not been for her mother to run her errands Janet would have been without food and drink. Ever since Mark had left Janet had forgone the chore of cooking. She would catch a bite on the way home or pick up something for the microwave. Hilda worried about Janet's health. A mother's love can be tested but it is a very strong bond. Hilda had and would continue to stand by her daughter.

While Janet was in court Mark was in Seattle moving out of the temporary quarters the company had furnished for him during the first months of his employment. Mark knew he needed to find his own place but could not find the desire to seek out an apartment for himself. All he had to move was the luggage he had brought with him from Nashville. He had not bothered to purchase anything but personal hygiene items, for the apartment was fully furnished. So packing was easy. Instead of looking for a place he headed out on the road to his first stop. He was establishing a routine. He seemed to have plenty of money and sent much of his extra cash back to Jeremy to invest for him. Mark was on the road when Jeremy called. Marked checked the ID and recognizing the number answered the call. 

Much to his dismay he did not find closure in the news. All the heard was the divorce was granted he did not hear he had 6 months to contest it. He hung up and pulled to the side of the road. His heart was beating so hard he could see his shirt move. He looked at the phone. He even dialed Janet's number but couldn't complete the call. When he went to push the send button he heard the words, 'he just wouldn't leave till I gave him a blow job." 

Mark sat on the side of the road and cried. He knew why he had refused to go to the proceeding. Mark was a coward. He could not bear the thoughts of reliving that night. And to have to do it in front of an audience would have been ten times worse. 

Mark had been sitting on the side of the road long enough to attract the attention of the highway patrol. He had not seen the cruiser stop behind him. He jumped when he heard the knock on the window. Looking at the cop he rubbed his eyes and then hit the electric window control. 

The trooper looked him over and asked, "Are you alright sir?"

"Yes I am fine, thanks officer."

It was obvious Mark had been crying. The policeman wondered what it was but didn't think it involved alcohol. "Would you step out sir?" 

Mark killed the engine and threw the keys in the passenger seat by his cell phone. Standing was harder than Mark had imagined and he needed to be steadied by the officer. 

"Are you sure you are alright. You are having trouble standing," the cop said looking hard at Mark before looking over his shoulder toward his partner. 

"Yes, I am fine. I just got the news a close friend died in Nashville. It was expected but still I have the grief of the loss."

By that time the other policeman was checking the passenger side of the car. He opened the door and picked up the cell phone. He worked the phone and saw the last number dialed. He hit send. The phone rang at Janet's home. Hilda answered. "Park's residence."

"I'm sorry I was looking for a friend name John. I must have dialed the wrong number," the officer said.

"Yes I am afraid you did. This is the Parks residence and there is no one here by the name of John."

"Could you tell me what time it is?' the policeman asked.

Hilda was considering it a prank call but would go along for another minute. "It is 10 to 6 by my watch."

Then I have gotten a wrong number it is only 10 to 4 here. I am sorry, but could you tell what city I called so when the bill comes in I will recognize it."

"Very well sir, you have reached Nashville Tennessee, now since you obviously have the wrong number and my daughter is trying to sleep after a tragic day in her life I will say good-bye."

The policeman laid the phone back down and looked over the top of the car. "Where did you say your friend was from?" 

Mark turned to see the officer for the first time. "Nashville Tennessee, why?" 

"Thought that is where you said. I visited there once." With that said the officer walked back to the hood of the police cruiser. His partner took the hint and looked at Mark. "You have been thru quite a shock. You say you are well enough to drive and have not been drinking. We can't leave you on the side of the road. If you can drive you need to move on toward your destination. Let's do this, you get back on the road and we'll follow you. If we see you are capable of driving we will let you go on your way, if not we will have to pull you over and take you into protective custody."

That thought helped Mark pull it back together. He accepted the offer and was soon on the road. He was so busy driving he did not see the patrol car drop off his tail. At the first nice motel Mark pulled in for the night. 

To be continued ...



Whose Fault Was It Ch. 03



It was a Friday when the six month period ended and the divorce was final. By that time Janet had thrown herself into her work with a vengeance. Her performance was catching the eyes of higher management. With her good performance and confidence at work Janet didn't feel at all guilty about taking that Friday afternoon off. She went to her jeweler. Janet was a familiar face and was quickly attended by the owner himself. 

Janet pulled the wedding ring from her finger and handed it to the man. "Shall I clean this while you shop?" he asked.

"No, that is not why I'm here. I want to trade that ring for something else. What have you got that I might like?" she smiled. 

The jeweler knew the ring and also of Janet's divorce. He would be happy to take the diamond in as a trade. For three hours Janet looked and tried on different rings. She would lay one aside they finally reject it for another. Finally she gave it up. "I think I will sleep on it. Just keep my ring, I'll be back in the morning and make my choice."

True to her word Janet was back when the store opened. The owner smiled. "Have you decided or do you wish to look some more?"

With a twisted smile Janet said, "I've decided." She looked down at the cloth on the counter that held her wedding bands. "I'll take this." With that Janet picked up the wedding ring slipped it back on her finger and left the store. The ring was never off her finger again for more than just minutes. 

Things changed over the next year. Jill sold her house and moved away. By that time Janet had not spoken to Jill in 6 months. Janet had moved to one of the guest bedrooms. At first she thought by purchasing new bedroom furnishing she could move back into the master bedroom. That didn't work. Janet then had the bedroom remodeled. New paint, crown molding, a new door way to the master bath didn't help either. Finally Janet gave up and resolved to sleep where she was. 

Years passed. Mark was doing well in his job. He had learned how to make money in all he did. He had worked out a per diem system where he could make money on his travel. Mark now drove Ford cars. They were cheaper and didn't cost as much per mile to own as the Lexus he was use to. When the car got just about 100,000 miles he would sell it to a friend and purchase another. Mark was replacing cars every 15 to 18 months. Mark's territory had the highest sales and the lowest cost per sale. He had been given even more territory. Mark looked on that as just more opportunity. 

Janet had been promoted twice. She was now executive level. She had a good retirement plan and was investing her money wisely. Her constant mentor was Hilda that kept a close watch on her daughter. Hilda was happy Janet had seemed to move on with her life but she could tell that there was still something missing that haunted her daughter. And the most evident clue was Janet's lack of a social life. 

Five years after the divorce Mark was in a nice hotel in the LA area. He was working out in the hotel gym. As he walked on the tread mill he looked in the mirror. He saw his reflection. He was 6' 1" in height. Mark had gained 5 pounds since he had left Nashville. He now was 195 pounds but was still in good shape for his age. His hair was a little grayer at the temples but his big brown eyes still that a twinkle. He was so lost in his thoughts he had failed to notice the woman on the stair climber. She had finished and was walking toward the door. She stopped and looked in the same mirror as she put lipstick on her lips. She caught Mark's evil grin. 

She was maybe 35. She wore spandex shorts that molded to her body. She had a white sports bra on with the top straps visible in the large neck of the loose t-shirt she wore. He had a pink sweat band across her forehead that accented the short pompom pony tail of blond hair at the top of her head. On her feet was a pair of white tennis shoes and pink socks rolled down on her ankles like pink sweat band to match the one on her head. She was short, maybe 5'2" and a beauty even after the workout. 

Mark was thinking that this woman would have the right ensemble and accessories for every need. From walking a mountain trail in Colorado, to a dance floor in New York City. Or a trip down the Snake River white water rafting to walking the beach in Miami, this woman had class. 

She caught his eye and turned to look at Mark as she put the tube of lipstick into the pouch that hung round her waist and was centered on the flat stomach. She approached Mark and looked up at him. "What was that little mischievous smile all about?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

Mark looked down at her chest. Displayed in bold letters across her pert breasts was the word guess. Mark grinned again. The woman followed his eyes to her breast mounds and looked back at him with a question in eyes. 

"If I had a 'guess', I would say those two must be beautiful," he smiled. 

Catching his wit she stuck out her hand, "I'm Julie, and you are?"

"Mark is the name and I'm pleased to meet you Julie."

Julie reached up took Mark's hand and led him away. Without a word the two went into the elevator. Julie escorted Mark to her room and when inside she turned and pushed him back against the door. She pulled the t-shirt over her head and then the bra. "They are a little sweaty but otherwise, what do you think, was your guess right?" she asked with a smile. 

Mark looked at Julie's breasts and answer even more beautiful than he imagined. "Bet you say that to all the ladies. Now if you don't mind I'll take a shower." 

Mark thought she had toyed with him and was asking him to leave. But when she added, "Are you going to join me or do you prefer to shower alone?" 

The two showered together. Mark made sure he washed ever part of her body even kneeling to wash she soles of her feet. He loved the view. Mark was even with Julie's sex. He couldn't resist the urge to lean over and kiss her there. Julie smiled and put her hand on the back of Mark's head and held him in place for a minute. Mark took that as a hint and began to explore her wet lips with his tongue and his hands played with Julie's ass. 

Julie moaned with pleasure and spread her legs just a little more to allow Mark better entrance to her. As Mark worked his tongue between her lips his fingers tracked the crack between the lovely ass cheeks. Soon his finger was touching her tight puckered rose bud. Julie squealed and flinched but it was not from pain or discomfort. 

Julie pulled up on him and Mark knew she wanted him to stand. He did and found Julie waiting to kiss him, letting her tongue explore his mouth. When she broke the kiss Julie began the favor of washing Mark. She didn't miss a spot on him and took great care washing his manhood and his ass. Julie stimulated him by probing Mark's ass as she scrubbed with a wash rag. 

Both were extremely hot when they stepped out of the shower. The heat they felt was that of sexual passion. They dried one another then Mark picked Julie up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom area of the suite. 

That portion of the unit has two king size beds. One bed had been slept on, the other was covered with luggage. All were open showing the contents. Mark saw the luggage contents were neat and straight as if being packed or not yet disturbed. He would later find it was Julie's way. She was always neat and orderly. 

Seeing that Mark had noticed her luggage, she said, "Think I brought enough for three days?"

"As far as I'm concerned you are wearing all you need to wear," he said. With that Mark laid her on the bed and took a place beside her. 

Julie looked at the clock. It wasn't quite 10 a.m. Julie knew she had time to enjoy Mark before she needed to be out of the room. Closing her eyes she felt Mark's lips on her hard nipples. As he sucked and lightly bit on her nubs his hands gently massaged and kneaded her warm breast flesh. Mark worked his way her stomach and stopped at her navel. Julie giggled as he let his tongue find its depth. 

He moved on down her body. Mark lips met her nether lips. They were smooth, warm, swollen and wet. There was no stubble because Julie had been 'bikini waxed' just three days before. Without the water of the shower to interfere, Mark got the true taste of this woman. It was sweet and as delightful as he had ever tasted. However it had been many months since Mark had been with a woman for sex. And years since he had been between ones legs like this. He felt like a high school boy. 

With urging from Julie, Mark worked his way back up her body and they were soon kissing. He was between her legs and his hard member was at the opening of Julie's pussy. With one gently smooth thrust Mark was inside her. Julie wrapped her legs around Mark and held tight. "Just don't move for a minute. I just want to enjoy this. You feel wonderful."

The two slowly kissed and let their tongues probe the other's mouth. Then together they began to move gently and proceeded slowly to a savage carnal mating session. Julie had experienced two orgasm; the second just a little stronger than the first. She was quickly building for a third as she felt Marks tense and thrust into her and hold tight. She responded by pulling him to her and tightening her own grip as if for dear life. A moment later she felt Mark begin to fill her with his offering. That was the thing that pushed Julie over the cliff and brought on a third crashing orgasm. Through it all Julie held Mark to her. Their wanton lust began to cool into the afterglow of fulfilling sex. They caught their breath and felt the sweat their coupling had produced. 

Even with hot wet bodies, they held their embrace. Soon they were on their sides deep in slumber. The combination of work out and fulfilling sex had put them both to sleep. They slept as two children that had been lovingly rocked to sleep. 

Julie was the first to wake. She sleepily looked at the clock. 11:15. Julie shook Mark. "Mark wake up, I have to check out."

Mark looked at her thru sleepy eyes. "Really, come on stay the day and I'll pay for the room."

Julie kissed his forehead, "It's not that lover. I have things to do. I was only here because they were installing a new A/C unit in my house. There will be mail waiting for me. I have to get back." Julie moved to let her lips meet Mark's. "I don't want to, but I got to. Come on get up and come home with me. How long you staying?" she asked. 

"I will be here all week." Mark answered.

"You are more than welcome at my house and I won't charge...well not money anyway!" she laughed.

"I'll gladly pay that price. You are incredible, Julie"

"Some might disagree but as long as I have you fooled. Now let's get going. Can you be ready to check out in half an hour?"

"For you, that will be no problem." Mark said as he got up and looked for his shorts. 

One hour later Mark found himself trying to follow a fast moving Porsche thru LA traffic. He wondered if Julie was trying to lose him. But Mark managed to keep her well enough in site to get off the freeway and onto Highway 1. He was surprised when she pulled into a beachfront home along exclusive Malibu Beach. Mark watched her park in the garage. He pulled in behind her into the tight semi circle of paving that served as her drive. 

Mark joined her in the garage. He helped Julie unload her luggage from the vehicle. Perhaps extract would be a better term. Getting them out of the small compartment was like working a Chinese wooden puzzle. With bags all out, it took both of their effort to get the luggage to the second floor bedroom. That done they went back to get Mark's two bags. 

At the car she leaned to him and kissed him. "I'm glad you came home with me lover."

Mark looked both directions and took in her neighborhood. The lots were 50' or so wide so there was a sea of automobiles. All were expensive. His 4 door Ford sedan looked out of place. To the north Mark recognized a Ferrari, Mercedes, BMW, and saw even more models he could not name. To the south was about the same with the exception of one Lincoln. At least his was not the only Ford product for miles. 

Looking at Julie, he asked "Think my car will be safe out here?" Mark gestured toward the expensive vehicles in both directions. 

"Oh I think it'll be safe," she smiled, "We do have a strong police presents along the highway."

"Bet it would be safe even with the keys in the ignition," Mark joked.

"I wouldn't go that far, but we better grab your bags and get inside. I have something for you!" Julie led the way closing the garage door behind them. She asked Mark if he would mind putting his luggage in the guest room. It was not where he would sleep, it would just give him better access to his clothes. 

Bags put away Julie led Mark to the street level and the sliding glass door that faced the ocean. "Now I have something for you to enjoy. You just stand and look at the ocean and I'll give it to you." That said Julie dropped to her knees and pulled Marks shorts down. Looking up at him with her big eyes she took him in her mouth. She closed her eyes and began to massage the underside of his cock with her tongue. With Julie doing her magic it was impossible for Mark to watch the water. 

Mark closed his eyes and reveled in the Julie's talents. It wasn't long before he was ready to erupt again. Not knowing Julie that well he began to nudge her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. She just increased her efforts. Mark tensed and began to pump pearls of cum into her mouth. Julie accepted that and swallowed it all. She even sucked his limp member, cleaning him of all traces. 

Mark helped Julie to her feet and they kissed again. When she pulled away she smiled. "I owned you that for what you did for me in bed. I hope you enjoyed as much as I did. I have always wanted to suck a man off in front of the door."

Mark was shocked. "That's alright when we go to the beach you can take a look at the house. All anyone could see would be you above the deck railing. Only you and I know what I was doing."

Julie told Mark to make himself at home. She had some mail to down load. Where Julie went was to her office that was on a level that would have been a walkout on the beach if there had been a door. It was well lit and a complete office. The only thing that made it a little peculiar was the lack of windows. That was to Julie's liking for she didn't want distractions when she worked. 

Mark took a seat and watched the waves. It was relaxing and he soon dozed off. When he woke up Julie was beside him in just a robe. "Ready for a little more exercise?"

Mark looked up at her and smiled. At that moment he didn't know if she meant out in the water or in the bedroom but he didn't care which. He stood and let her lead him up the stairs to the bedroom. She dropped the robe and was naked underneath. Mark just smiled and lifted both eyebrows to let her know he was impressed. 

Julie started to slowly undress Mark. He offered no resistance and did as she wanted to help the woman get him out of the few clothes he wore. As she knelt to pull his shoes and shorts off his feel she was facing his erect member. She looked up into Mark's eyes, smiled then licked her lips slowly. If it was possible Mark's erection grew harder. Gesturing toward the bed Julie soon had Mark in the middle of the bed on his back. She lay down beside him and said, "Maybe we need to discuss the rules."

Marks looked at Julie with a small puzzled look. He was thinking it was time to discuss the price of her charms. This place was not cheap, and neither was her taste. 

If Julie had any idea what Mark was thinking she didn't seem to note or care. "What I mean is the limits that I have. First I am not into group sex. I will not do a threesome or a gang bang. I have never been with a woman and I don't intend to start." She looked at Mark. "Most men like to see two women I hear, well if that is your liking then I'm not for you. Are we ok so far?"

Mark nodded 'yes', he understood and agreed to those limits. 

"Ok, we will go on with my 'don't'," she smiled. "I don't do kids or animals." Looking into Mark's eyes she continued, "I hope I am not being too crude but I want this in the open. I will not into blood or scat. And I will not have my photo on the internet. Now are you ok with that?"

"Sound reasonable to me," Mark muttered. 

"Sorry lover but I know what you must think of me. I met you in a hotel and brought you here. You must think I am some kind of...well shall we say a loose woman. I assure you I'm not. I am selective. And I selected you. Don't ask me why, there just seemed to be a connection and...well I have been without a 'boyfriend' for a few months. This town is full of freaks and I just want you to know where I stand."

Mark lied, "I never had doubts you were anything of the sort. I can tell that you are a woman of breeding... I'm sorry I mean a woman of class."

Julie laughed, "No offence taken. Oh and one other thing. I have not had a man...well fill me with...man jam in a while. I usually insist on a condom. I wanted you at the hotel and didn't have one. I am glad you didn't keep one in your wallet like some redneck. As I was saying I usually require that and in that bed side table drawer you will find one if you want it." Julie opened the drawer. There were several boxes of filled with different types of condoms. Looking up at her Julie saw the look. "Lover those have been there a while. I am not what you are thinking!"

"What was I thinking?" Mark stammered tying to be innocent.

"I'm not a prostitute and I won't ask for money. But you might worry where I've been so you are welcome. But with you in the hotel I remember how it was feeling my man fill me with his seed. I liked it. I am on the pill for more than birth control. It regulates my period, so don't worry about impregnating me. Right now I am so wet wanting you in me. To feel your...well your cock in me bareback. I want you now anyway you want me. I've been around the block. I have done most so anything I didn't list is fine."

Mark smiled, "Really?"

"I've seen that look. You want something kinky. Yes I have done most all. I've had it in all three holes. I have been tied up, and even tied up a few. I have taken a shower but I enjoy giving them better. I have posed for a lot of photos but I keep them. I've done it in public places, well within reason. I haven't been arrested. I have been spanked and spanked men. The spanking is a tossup. I've teased and flirted and then denied the poor hard fellow. I've been to a nude beach and even a nudist camp. That's about all I can think of right now. Any of those interest you?" Julie asked with a big smile. 

Mark pulled her to kiss her. "What I want now is to make love to you. I want to feel my cock in your velvety and warm pussy. I want to take my time and fill you with all the cum I've got in my balls."

Julie pulled away and teased, "And what will we do this afternoon?" But Mark was not interested in any more talk. He wanted to have her. He wanted to take her. He wanted to be inside her and feel they were one. 

Julie was feeling the passion burn in her soul too and she longed to have Mark. She was glad he didn't want a condom. Soon he was on top of her kissing her passionately. Mark's hands were fondling Julie's breasts as she massaged his cock. He could wait no longer and let Julie guide him into her spread lips. In moments they were in wild throws of passion. Both were thrusting their hips to meet the other. They were fighting for breath and beading with sweat even with the air conditioned house. 

Julie was first to cum and Mark followed her quickly. When she felt Mark erupting in her womb she wrapped her leg around his ass and held with all her strength. Moaning like an animal she took all he offered. Then she relaxed under the spent Mark. It was the most enjoyable sex Mark had had in over 5 years. He rolled off Julie and pulled her to him. He kissed her the forehead as they both drifted off into a peaceful nap. 




Whose Fault Was It Ch. 03



Just about dark the two were on the beach enjoying the water. In bathing suites and barefooted they walked in the surf holding hands. It was a moment that made Mark feel at peace for the first time in years. That night in Julies bed Mark explored more of his beautiful lover. He even sampled her tight ass. She moaned and groaned but it was all pleasure as he entered her tight hole. It did not take long for Mark to fill her ass with another load of cum. He had not had a lot of anal but he knew she was tight and had not been violated there in a while. 

Things were going good thru Sunday afternoon. Julie, who was a gourmet cook, was putting some chocolate icing on a cake when Mark walked up behind her. He snuggled to her, letting his lips nuzzle her neck as his hands moved down the front of her shorts. Soon his fingers were deep in the folds of her lower lips and massaging her clit. Julie closed her eyes and drew her hand up across her breasts and to her face. The result was a small dab of chocolate icing on her cheek. When Mark broke the embrace Julie led him to the sofa. She stripped of her clothes and said to him, "You can't start things you are not ready to finish!"

Mark quickly stripped and lay with her. He smiled at Julie and said, "Hold still." She did and he slowly bent forward and licked the dab of chocolate off her cheek with a slow lick of his tongue. Mark shivered a little, then settled down to enjoy this incredible woman again. He could not get enough of her. 

He spent the week with her and every night they enjoyed something different. He even spanked her once playfully. She wiggled and giggled as Mark turned her bottom cheeks bright red. When he was finished he stood her and bent Julie over the back of the couch. He used his finger in her pussy to lube her tight ass. 

"I see you're a dirty boy that likes to take a poor girls ass. Well what can I do, just be gently," she laughed.

Mark was gentle and was soon all the way into Julie. He felt his balls on her wet lips and his lower stomach felt the heat from the spanking. 

When they adjusted Mark began to work in and out of Julie. "God that feels good, do me good...fuck me Mark." 

That was all Mark needed in the way of encouragement. He began slamming into her with a vengeance. Julie was moaning and Mark was breathing heavy as they mated. With one last lunge Mark buried and filled her ass with yet another deposit of man jam. Pulling out, Mark helped Julie to her feet. When he did he pulled her close and kissed her hard. 

One night Mark tied Julie to the bed and took her like a rape. Julie enjoyed that too. It was good to be with her but there was something in the back of his mind that made the moments after completion just a little sad. Mark ignored the feeling, and tried to enjoy the time he had. Mark knew he had to be heading out at the beginning of the new week. 

On Sunday Mark had enjoyed Julie in the shower. Afterward he was down stairs looking out at the ocean. It was then it hit him. What had been wrong surfaced in Mark's mind. It was the chocolate icing. He was looking at the Pacific but that was not what he was seeing. 

He was seeing Janet lying on their bed. She was tied spread and Mark was dripping chocolate syrup on her naked body. He had coated her nipples and almost all her breasts before striking a trail down to her navel. From there he trailed on down to her wide spread lips. He had learned a lot that night. As he cleaned the chocolate from her body he realized he had used too much. Mark had to spend too much time licking her clean rather than enjoying bringing her sexual pleasure. It was not bad but it could have been better. Mark always vowed to himself to never use that much chocolate again. He had learned it just took taste on the nipples so there was more time to enjoy her flesh. 

Then he knew it was not the chocolate he was thinking about, it was Janet. It had been five years, did she ever think of him. Should he call? She was a beautiful woman; she would have no problem finding another man. And Jeremy had said three years ago that Janet had stopped asking about him. He suddenly felt lonely.

Just then Mark felt Julie standing beside him. "What you thinking about?" she asked with no emotion.

"I was just... it was the ocean...it is so... peaceful and... well hypnotizing...but guess you know that." Mark stuttered.

"Who is she? You have become a little more distant each time we make love. No matter what we do. I tried about all I could think of to see if it was just a kink you wanted. I don't think that's it."

"Really Julie, I was thinking about the ocean. I was from Tennessee and we don't have any views like this."

"Nice try but your car has Washington plates. They have the same ocean there as we have here." Julie countered still not angry.

"Honest Julie I was thinking about work, I have to go tomorrow and I'll miss you. Guess that is it, I was regretting that's all."

"Mark I don't believe you, you have a regret, but it is not about leaving tomorrow. It is deeper than that. I like you and think we could have a future. In spite of all I told you about what I have done, I still have had just a few lovers. You were, no, you are special. I will not ask again but I know I can't fight a ghost. You are welcome anytime, but do call first. But I know I can't have you till she turns you lose. Now let's eat breakfast."

Mark headed out on Monday. He had fond memories of Julie but was a little relieved to be gone. Mark rationalized he was afraid Julie would tire of him and shatter his ego. That was the best excuse he had. 

Janet had not dated much in the five years since Mark had gone. One reason for her lack of dates was the wedding ring she wore. Second she insisted on being call Mrs. Parker and even had her cards printed with Mrs. Janet Parker on them. 

Janet had concentrated on her work and that had rewarded her. She was working toward a vice-president position in upper management. One reason she had given for still wearing her wedding ring was to make sure men didn't try to 'hit' on her to get a sale or extra consideration. And she felt it gave her more authority. The management didn't care if she called herself 'Attila the Hun' as long as she continued to obtain all her projected goals and exceed them. 

On one occasion a man did ask Janet out and she accepted. They had a nice dinner and when he brought him home she was actually thinking about letting him spend the night. Perhaps he felt her first desire for he just wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Janet invited him to leave but he said she was a tease and needed to be taught a lesson. Janet hit the panic button on her alarm system. All the bells went off. Janet killed the noise with the key pad. Just then the phone rang. 

"Hello this is Security, we received a panic alarm, are you ok."

Janet looked at her guest. "Well to tell you the truth, a tom cat stepped on the key ring remote. I was just showing him out when it went off. I think he is ready to leave now so it should be ok."

"Ma'am can you give your pass word?" the female voice asked.

"I'd rather not, and I would like you to call me back in 10 minutes. By that time the tom cat will be gone or I won't answer the phone. Will that be acceptable?" Janet asked to the tom cat as much as the attendant. 

"Ma'am that is unusual. But now that I have you on the line, I can't call back."

"OK to make sure I am ok you can give me five choices of my pass word. Make sure you give both words," Janet continued to barter.

"Ma'am we are not to do that."

"Then I will tell you it is ok now and if I can't shoe this tom cat away I will hit it again. I have it in my hand now."

"Ma'am I need you password."

"I would rather not say it now because I am looking at the tom cat. But if you can't do my request just send the police." Janet conceded. 

The man raised his hands, "I'm leaving. And I won't be back. Hell, you probably got clap anyway."

"You have 30 second to go and the close door on your way out," Janet stared him down. 

"Can you give me 30 more second?" Janet asked the voice.

"Yes ma'am, but that's all."

Janet carried the cordless phone to the door and set the dead bolt. With that secure she set the alarm. "Thank you for your help, Lane is the password, I didn't want to say it with him listening. I am sure it would have been much uglier if I hadn't had the remote."

"You're welcome and I will notify the police of a suspected prowler in your neighborhood. It might help."

"Thanks again. May I ask your name, I will write your supervisor about the quality of your service."

Janet checked the house to make sure all doors and windows were locked. She was a little more mindful that night. When she felt comfortable she was safely locked up Janet went to her bathroom. She filled the tub with water and added bath crystals. True the tub was not as large as the one in the master bath but the smaller size somehow made her feel a little more secure. Janet didn't know if it was the ghost of Mark in the master suite in general or just the feeling the times they had been in the tub together that made her avoid it.

After washing several times, especially her sex and breast Janet got out of the tub and dried. Slipping on a gown and panties she went to bed. She was still a little anxious so she tried to read. It was no use, she saw the print but couldn't make sense of the words. Turning off the light Janet looked at the clock. The time was almost 11p.m. She laid her head on her pillow and tried to go to sleep.

Sleep finally found her in the wee hours of the morning, but not for long. Janet awoke with someone on top of her. His weight pinned her to the bed. She tried to fight but he was too heavy, too strong. Then she felt it. His erection was between her pussy lips. He forced himself into her with one lunge that took her breath. She tried to scream but she had no air in her lungs to make a sounds. She fought to inhale. She fought to push him off. She kicked but all her legs did was frail the sheets. She looked at the man but couldn't see his face, or rather make out his face. It was not that he wore a mask it was that her eyes saw only a blur where his face should have been. 

Exhausted Janet gave up the fight and looked at her attacker. The face slowly began to form. It was Steve! Steve Hill was the one raping her! He was naked and calling her vile names. Janet screamed and rose to a sitting position. It was a dream. No one was in the bed, it was just a bad dream. Then she heard sounds. She got up and crept out of her bedroom. There was light coming from the hallway to the master suite. She didn't want to go but she had to. She crept down the lighted hall and looked into the master bedroom. What she saw made her gasp and put her hands over her mouth. 

The room was as it had been 5 years earlier, on that very night. The overstuffed chair was empty but the confinement straps lay on the floor. And there she was, Janet was seeing herself in the middle of their bed. The bed she had shared with Mark. The bed she had given away rather than look at. It was back and she lay on it. Not just lying there, but nude with legs splayed one hand on her breast and the other toying with her pussy lips and clit. 

Then she heard more noise. It was the sound of packing. She moved into the room then looked into the master bath. At the far end of the master bath was the master walk in closet. Mark was there. Janet ran to him. She tried to talk to him. She begged him but he did not seem to hear her. Then a scene was burned into her memory. Mark looked into an empty drawer as he took of his wedding band. With no delay he dropped the band in the drawer and pushed it closed. 

Janet would remember thinking that could not be, for when she had found the ring it was in the center of the drawer. It would have had to have been placed there and the drawer closed gently, but all those thoughts would come later. 

Mark walked past her not noticing or caring she was there. He had three bags in his hands, Mark was leaving. Janet reached for him but her hand passed thru him and she couldn't get a grip. He disappeared around the corner heading out of the suite. Janet ran to her own image still laying spread legged on the bed and masturbating. She screamed, "Get up, get up, he's leaving, get up, stop him, oh god please get up and stop him". But the Janet on the bed paid no heed. 

Desperate now, Janet reached to grab the figure and pull her from the bed. But her hand went thru the image as if she too were a ghost. Then Janet heard the front door slam. Not a hard angry slam, but a solid closing. She ran to the front door and looked thru the glass. Mark was backing out of the garage. She had to stop him. Janet tried to open the door but it was locked. By the time she got out the door he was in the street. She screamed his name. Janet finally awoke from the dream.

Sitting up in the bed Janet looked around. She was cold and wet. Her first reaction was she had wet the bed in fright but then she felt her hair was damp. Her gown and her face were wet. The sheets were wet and tangled. No it was not urine that soaked the bed. 

Looking at the clock it was just past 3 a.m. Janet was wide awake from the shock of the dream and fear of going back to sleep. She got up and found a robe. It helped warm her body; she was still clothed in the wet gown. Janet walked thru the house and headed to the master suite. The hall and room were dark. She hesitated at the door to the master suite. She wanted to turn on the light to verify it was how she had left it earlier that evening. But she was also afraid it might not be. 

Finally pushing the light switch the room came to full illumination. It was as it should be. The new furniture, the new paint and all the remodeling features were as she had directed. And the overstuffed chair was gone and in its place sat the low brown leather modern chair. She was relieved. 

That was not the only time Janet would have that dream or similar ones, just the first night. The worse one was yet to come. 

Janet made coffee and remained awake. When she went to work her assistant noticed her appearance. "Janet, I know you had a date last night, but I don't think it went well." 

Janet gave her a half smile and said, "It didn't, but it wasn't all his fault." Her day was busy and she had lunch brought in. She was glad for it kept her mind off the dream and it tired her so she could sleep that night. 

Mark had no idea how hard Janet had sought him. Jeremy would give no assistance but she managed to trace Mark to Chicago. When she found his employment it took several months to connive the information as to the division that Mark was assigned to. Janet had called Seattle several times but each time was greeted with the statement the company would not relay personal messages to employees. "The company feels it is better to stay out of the private lives of our team members," was their policy statment. 

Janet assumed it was Mark's doing and even tried to contact another sales rep. That was met with the same stone wall. It was nothing to do with Mark or Janet. It was policy that had resulted from a law suit that had cost the company several hundred thousand dollars in settlement and legal fees. 

It seemed a married salesman that was a known philander used the card of another sales rep when he made a conquest. He did this because he knew if his wife caught him again she would leave him. The trick had served him well on more than one occasion. But on one of his one night stands a pregnancy resulted. When the women set a letter to the company it was forwarded to the address of the unsuspecting and innocent sales rep. The wife of the innocent man got the letter and opened it. When she read her husband has impregnated another women she moved out and filed for divorce. It took a blood test to prove the child was not his. Still the damage was done to the marriage and the divorce went thru. 

This resulted in a law suit filed by the sales rep for 'liable and slander'. Since the pregnant woman had nothing to take his attorney attacked the company viciously. Seeing her ex-husband's case filed the wife also filed a suit against the company for 'alienation of affection'. Both cases were settled but it was costly. It was then the pregnant woman filed suit. Her lawyer claimed 'mental anguish'. Soon that case was facing the company. Her lawyer required a photo lineup of all sales reps and soon the culprit was identified and proven with a blood test. This leant way to one more suit, the wife of the adulterous salesman filed for the embarrassment and humiliation she suffered with all the publicity. Both those cases were settled but with less expense for there was some blame on the parts of the filing parties. Thus the company policy became no personal correspondence was allowed for any employee. 

All these fact were unknown to either Mark or Janet. Mark thought Janet had made a new life and Janet thought Mark was still avoiding her. Life seems to play such dirty trick on a person sometimes. 

To be continued



Whose Fault Was It Ch. 04



Janet had begun to visit Mark's sister several months after he had left her. She did it at first with the motive of getting information about his location. Janet did get a little later on but that had long since ceased being the reason for her visits. When Jeremy found that Janet was visiting Sarah he tried to put a stop to it. However Sarah told her brother, in no uncertain terms, that she herself would make that decision. Jeremy did not relent. Even with her slurred speech, Sarah fought for her rights. Speech was difficult for a woman stricken with MS but she was determined soul. Janet was her friend. 

As a last resort Jeremy went to Sarah's Dr. and charged that Janet was upsetting his sister. The Dr. didn't buy it. He had treated Sarah for many years and had seen her decline when her older brother Mark had stopped visiting. Just now she was beginning to come out of it and part of the reason was this woman Janet. Doctor Stone had watched the interaction between his patient and Janet from afar. Janet would sometimes wheel Sarah to a private part of the garden. There with a small CD player they would listen to classical music together. Other times, such a foul weather, Janet would read sections of a classic novel to Sarah. It was evident that Janet's visits were good for Sarah. 

When the doctor disagreed with Jeremy and would not stop Janet's visits, Jeremy threatened to move Sarah to another facility. Jeremy was legal guardian for his sister and could do that. Dr. Stone said that was Jeremy's right but then asked if Jeremy loved his sister Sarah. That question both stunned and angered Jeremy and it showed. Jeremy was usually good at controlling his emotion but with that he could not. 

Dr. Stone prevailed on Jeremy to do one thing, to come to the home the next Saturday and visit the Doctor. Come to the Dr's office and not to see Sarah. Jeremy didn't understand but agreed to the request. That Saturday he and Dr. Stone watched for a hidden location. Jeremy saw how Sarah's face lit up when Janet arrived. How Janet treated his sister. How she had brought a book. How they ate together with Janet feeding Sarah. How long the visit lasted. But most of all Jeremy saw the sad smile on Sarah's face when the visit was over. 

Jeremy every bit as stubborn as his brother Mark did not verbally agree but said he would reconsider moving Sarah. Jeremy never mentioned Sarah's relocation to Dr. Stone again nor did he say a word about Janet's visits. 

By the 5th year Sarah was a big part of Janet's life. Sarah was the same age as Janet and had a normal youth with all the activities of a young attractive athletic school girl. At 17 she was diagnosed with MS. By age 22 she was confined to a wheel chair, by age 28 she was in a home to tend to her needs. One might dismiss the fail and twisted body in the wheel chair. Sarah's thin arms were in contorted fashion across her flat chest, her head at a permanent cant to the left and thin blond hair always in dishevel. But if you saw her eyes, you felt differently about her. For here eyes were two deep blue pools of life that explored all within her view. They would twinkle when she was happy. And her half smile was exaggerated because it was on the upper side of her tilted head. Sara's eyes showed love and felt pain. Her blue eyes could express a smile or sorrow and hurt. Sarah was limited with speech but she still tried to make her feeling known. All that came in contact with Sarah at the home loved and admired her. 

Janet felt closer to Mark when she was with Sarah and would even read Mark's post cards and letters for her. She knew that Sarah had most probably already heard what they had to say but with a little pain and love Janet would read them. They were all simple messages. Just a card from the city Mark was in at the time. Or a place he passed, like the Grand Canyon. Some were short notes on motel or hotel stationary telling of the weather or some local even of that city. All short, but such treasure to both women. 

Janet's dreams began in the fifth year. They only got worse with time. On the 7th anniversary of 'the night' the worse one came. Some say that it takes seven years for a trauma to surface. It was that way for both Janet and Mark. Janet's dreams reached their zenith on the 7th anniversary but continued in diminishing fright. Mark's began in earnest on that night. 

Janet had stayed late at her office on the 7th anniversary of Mark's departure from her life. The day was a Thursday and Janet felt the full weight of the occasion. She was the last one out of the department and drove home. The house was empty as it had been since the event. Janet was not hungry so she had not stopped to get anything to eat on her way home. The sun was setting when she drove in and parked in the garage. Janet looked at the door and dreaded the thoughts of being alone in the house that night. She debated on calling her mother and decided against that. Hilda still wanted to know what had been the event that had precipitated Mark's departure, as Hilda still referred it. Janet never wanted to revisit that night, much less confess it to her mother. 

In the house Janet roamed thru each room, not as much looking as trying to chase any ghosts away. At 9 p.m. she sat by the fireplace and enjoyed the gas logs. By 10 she was feeling down and decided to open a bottle of wine, thinking it would make her relax a little and perhaps sleep better. At 10:30, half the bottle later, Janet made her rounds of the house and got ready to retire. She was feeling the effects of the wine but was not really sleepy. A hot bath was next, complete with sweet bath oil. To stall inevitable sleep Janet shaved her legs. As she completed the last leg it hit her. She began to cry. The night Mark left she had come in before him. Drank a half bottle of wine for courage, taken a warm bath with oil and then shaved her legs. Why had she not remembered till that moment! Getting out of the tub, Janet wanted to dress and leave. Anywhere was better than this house tonight. A motel or her mom's house might be an escape, but it was too late for that. Fatigue was taking over and she fell across the bed.

Janet was taken back 7 years much like the story of Scrooge. But her trip would be just into the past. She would not be getting the luxury of seeing the future; she would be left to relive the past. Janet was at the door wearing a sheer gown and robe to meet Mark. He smiled at the vision. The smile brought a little disgust to Janet's mind but she didn't show it on her face. The disgust was from wondering if Mark had given the same smile and bright eyes to Jill six months earlier. 

"Mark I am so glad your home, I have you a glass of wine by the tub. Take a nice warm bath then we will see what fun we can have."

Mark smiled. That made Janet even a little more angry but she fought to hide that too. What fun was in Mark's mind? Was he thinking of Jill? In a few minutes he would know what it feels like to be hurt. Know that the one you love fucks another. All those thoughts Janet hid as she followed Mark to the master bath. As he stripped off his clothes she put them away and got him a towel. 

"Want to try some really kinky things tonight? I do and I been thinking about this for several weeks. I am so wet right now and we haven't even started," Janet said in her sexiest voice. 

"I'll do anything for you babe, and I get horny thinking about you. I am one lucky fellow to have you," Mark replied.

"Oh I know how lucky you are Mark, and I'm going to enjoy tonight. You just can't imagine what I have planned."

"I'll bet you're right Janet. You have always kept me guessing," Mark smiled as he climbed in the tub. 

"Let me scrub your back dear. I want you squeaky clean." Janet knelt beside the tub and began to gently wash Mark's body with a soft soapy cloth. She took her time and teased his sex and nipples but her mind was on revenge. 

Just a month before Jill had confessed. She had cried when she told that she and Mark had committed adultery. Janet was angry and corrected Jill, "What you mean to say is that Mark fucked you!"

Jill cried and shook her head. "I'm so sorry Janet you are my best friend, I shouldn't have let it happen. I just.. I didn't stop it when I should have. I mean it just shouldn't have happened. It started with my disposal being clogged and the sink backing up. It was past 6 so I knew it would be a long time to get a plumber so..."

"So you called Mark and when he finished with the disposal he just roto-rootered your hole too?"

"It wasn't that way, I mean we had some wine and... then the toilet broke... and I had to.. Mark tried to..he fixed it but..but I had been on it and well my panties were down..and..."

"Mark unclogged you too. Guess he was hard of fight off."

Jill dropped her eyes, "No I didn't try to stop him. I had, well we both had had too much wine."

"Jill how much wine did you to have? If you drank that much you would have been on the floor....or is that where you wound up?"

"No it wasn't like that!" Jill cried.

"Not like what? My husband fucked you and it wasn't like what?"

Jill could see Janet's fury building and wanted to avert it so she blamed it on too much wine. She told how 'they' drank three bottles. In actuality it was Jill that had consumed almost two of the three bottles before had Mark arrived. She was the one what was loaded. She had flirted. But it takes two to tango and Mark was just as guilty. 

When Mark was out of the tube Janet dried him. On her knees she dried his cock then let her lips tease it a little. Standing she offered him the balance of his glass of wine then shared the taste with him as they kissed. Leading Mark to the larger overstuffed chair she put him in it and knelt between his legs still dressed in the revealing gown and robe. As Janet began to tease Mark by licking and kissing his cock he couldn't resist grabbing Janet's head and pulling her mouth over his erection. 

"Mark you will have to be good or do I tie your arms to the chair. I intent to enjoy all I do tonight and don't want you to be interfering." Janet said and meant ever word of it. 

"I see you are really feeling kinky aren't you Janet. Well I'll try to be good." Mark promised.

"I don't trust you; you see I know you too well. Now hold still, I'm doing this for your own good," Janet smiled. Shifting she pulled a gym bag out from under the bed. Opening it she took out two straps from the bag. As sexily as she could she put the straps under the wooden chair arm that stuck out of the padded length of the chair. Janet made sure she rubbed her breasts on Marks arms as she strapped him down. 

Mark was offering no resistance. Janet pulled a long leather strap for the back and put it around Marks stomach and pulled the buckle tight. Mark was feeling the restriction but trusted Janet so he didn't worry. Janet then put a single strap high on Mark's chest pulled it tight. Mark just watched and thought about what he guessed was to come. 

Janet next step was to run a strap around Mark's upper arm then back behind the chair. Doing this to both arms Mark had his arms pulled back and tightened the pull on the wrist straps. The upper body of Mark Parker was fully secured till Janet released him.

"Isn't that a little much Janet?" Mark asked ready for her to get on with some form of sex.

"Not quite my dear, just a couple of more and it will be show time," Janet replied with an evil smile. 

Janet used a strap on Mark's ankles to fasten them to the bottom of the chair leg. Another strap half way up his calf on each leg completed the binding. When Janet was finished she smiled. "There all done. Now just more thing to do and I tell you about tonight."

Mark was more than curious as to what was next. Janet went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth then gargled. Coming back to Mark she took a seat on his knees facing him. She blew her breath in Mark' face then asked, "Clean breath I hope. I didn't want to have the smell of your cock in my mouth right now. I guess I had best confess something. I know that you fucked Jill 6 months ago."

Mark was startled for he thought he had gotten way with his only infidelity. Janet noted the stunned expression, "Your sins have found you out!"

"Now that I have your attention I will tell you my plans for tonight. You see I feel what is good for the goose is good for the gander. Well guess that would be what is good for the gander is also good for the goose. Me being the goose in this little scenario. So you had your fun with a new piece of ass so I think I will sample some different cock meat. Now you know why I don't want your cock smell in my mouth when I meet him at the door. He might take offence. When he gets here you had best be good and let me have my fun. If not then I might have to do it again without you here to see."

Janet looked at Mark; he was in mild shock. 'Good' she thought, 'let him see what it feels like to know you have been cheated on.' When Mark offered no outburst, Janet thought he had consigned himself to the fact. "I think it will be fun to have something different. Watch close because he might be able to teach you some moves. Several women at the office call him stud. Say he can go all night. I hope he doesn't wear me out so bad I can't get you lose." 

The door bell rang. With a smile Janet got up and headed toward the hall. Stopping at the door she turned and blew a kiss to Mark. "My date is here. I guess I had best not keep him waiting."

Janet met Steve at the door in the sheer robe. Steve was impressed. She invited him in as he looked her up and down. Steve had often wondered what Janet looked like naked and now he knew. To him Janet was the best looking woman in the office. Steve had more than one conquest at work and three of the women were married. Janet would make four married women and the ninth all together. Steve smiled as he counted and knew he was now half way thru the female staff in his department. 

"You look good enough to eat Janet," Steve smiled. 

Janet stepped into his arms. When she did and felt his arms around her body she shivered a little but it was not sexual excitement. Janet was getting cold feet. Maybe she should send Steve on his way and the thought of what she could have done was enough. Steve kissed her and forced his tongue into her mouth. Janet was about to break off the kiss when the image of Mark fucking Jill came to mind. It was almost like a cartoon with the devil on one shoulder and the angle on the other. If that was true the devil won. 

Janet forced herself to kiss back. She had gone this far and damn it, she was a woman that finished what she started. 

"I plan on letting you have anything you desire, and if you want a taste that's fine. I will also want to sample that fine cock I have heard so much about." 

Steve wanted to rip the gown and robe off Janet to take her right there but that was not what Janet had planned. Janet pulled away and led him down the hall to the master bedroom. Steve stepped in and saw Mark. He froze in place. Janet looked at Mark then Steve, "It's ok Mark will watch it all. I just didn't want him to get too excited and want to join in. Now come over here." 

Janet led Steve to the foot of the bed in full view of Mark. She began to remove her robe slowly. "Steve I know you have wanted this for a while. I will do my best to make sure you enjoy it." Janet made a show of striping. She kept her eyes on Steve. The man had lust in his eyes. She began to feel dirty. Janet took a quick glance at Mark. His eyes were dead. 

Mark was in shock, if he had not been he would have thrown up the wine in his stomach. All he wanted to do was get out of that chair and go. He felt his heart in his temple then all went black for Mark. If his mind recorded the scenes they were placed so far back in his mind that the images could not be found in conscious thought. 

Janet moved in and kissed Steve again as she began to unbutton his shirt. When she got it completely unbuttoned she pulled it off his body. Steve took her in his arms and pulled her breasts to his chest. Janet didn't like that much but didn't fight it. After another long kiss Janet dropped to her knees and pulled of Steve's shoes one at a time, looking up keeping eye contact with her soon to be lover. It was not that she wanted to look at Steve it was more she didn't want to see Mark. 

After the shoes came Steve's pants. When he was naked with Janet still kneeling, she was facing his erection. Steve looked down. "I know you want it, go on suck my cock. You are just a dirty slut that needs cock."

Janet at the moment didn't mind the insults because she felt like as if she deserved ever word of his degradation. But Steve was wrong when he assumed she wanted his cock for any more than just to punish Mark. She was sick at her stomach as she took another man into her mouth. She fought the urge to gag. Steve felt he gag reflex and taunted her, "Never had such a big cock in your mouth before. I knew the first day I saw you at the office you were just an uppity bitch that needed a real man to fuck her."

Janet looked up but the glint in her eye was not sexual, it was anger. She continued and allowed Steve to hold her head and fuck her mouth just to get it over with. She almost lost her stomach he came. She let some drip down the breasts but managed to swallow most of the revolting fluid. As she stood Janet had a thought. This must be what it feels like to be raped. Why would any woman fantasize about something so disgusting? But then it was back to acting as if it was the best she had ever had. 

Standing Janet led Steve to the bed. "Now stud let's see how good you are in bed. You said you wanted to eat me. Now's your chance." That said Janet climbed on to the bed and lay on her back. She spread her legs wide and invited him to join her with the crook of her finger. As Steve as getting in position Janet looked at Mark again. He still had the same dead pan eyes. Good she thought as long as he's watching. I want him to feel what I felt when Jill told me what they did, she fumed.

Steve was between her legs with his mouth on her sex. She closed her eyes and prayed. The prayer was she would not throw up till she was out of the room. Janet was getting no pleasure at all out of Steve's oral skills. Was it poor performance or with it her shame, revulsion and pain. She would question that many times in the future. Finally Janet realized she had best fake an orgasm to get the show back on schedule. She did her best thinking of the scene in 'Harry meets Sally' where Meg Ryan fakes so convincingly in a coffee shop. Janet hoped her act was as convincing. 

Steve must have bought it. He moved up her belly and then to her breasts where he lingered just long enough to bit each nipple , that brought Janet to the reality she was doing a terrible thing. She wanted to kick the asshole in the ball then throw him out but then Jill and Mark came back into her mind. 

Steve had moved up and his cock was at her wet lips. They were wet and lubed not by Janet but by the slobber of Steve. But at least it make his invasion a little less painful. When Steve was all the way in, he rose on his arms and looked down at Janet, "Bitch you are one tight cunt." 

Janet was outraged to be referred in such a way. But then it dawned on her that she was breaking a sacred vow. At that moment Jill and Mark didn't matter. Janet wanted to cry. She fourth it back but had a tear in each eye. Steve noticed.

"You never been stretched like this before, I see it in your eyes. You are now addicted to this hard cock. You'll be beggin' for it in your office next. I'll have to bend you over your desk so you can get some work done. All you bitches are alike, want everybody to think you are such a lady when deep down you are just a whore!" Steve began to thrust in and out of Janet. She was relaxing a little and the disgust of the violation was becoming tolerable. And she was getting some natural lube to ease the friction. Soon Janet was thrusting back trying to get him off. Both, as in orgasm and then off her body, Janet wanted to see the light at the end of the tunnel. 




Whose Fault Was It Ch. 04



Steve was either very controlled or the time was passing extremely slowly. What seemed like an hour past of having his member pump in and out of her womb before the man shot off his second load. As Steve was about to cum Janet started her second fake orgasm. She moaned and uttered words of praise. She had been oblivious to all the insults Steve had been heaping on her as he took her in front of Mark. 

Steve rolled off and rose on one elbow. "That was one good fuck. I know I will get a lot more of that pussy. You just couldn't get enough. If I didn't have some place to be I'd spend the night and fuck you so hard you would walk bow legged in the morning." 

Janet leaned to Steve and kissed him softly on the lips. "Thanks Steve that was just what I wanted. Now guess we best get you on your way."

"Oh, I got a few more minutes; she doesn't get off till midnight."

"Oh Steve I don't want to tire you out and besides I have Mark to take care of."

Steve took the hint thinking it would be best of him to be long gone before Mark was released. He kissed her back. Steve in his macho way retorted, "I think it is you that is afraid of being one wore out bitch but there will always be other days." 

Janet had dreamed the event to the most minute detail up till then. For in actuality Janet saw Steve to the front door and in door way explained it was a onetime only thing. Steve was smiling as if saying 'bet ya' as she closed and locked the door. Janet took the next thirty minutes not giving Steve a blow job as she told Mark but retching in the sink. She had to gargle with the last of the wine to get the taste and smell out of the mouth. 

But in the dream it shifted and she was the one in the chair watching Mark pack. She was screaming and pleading but it was as if he didn't hear a word she said. She watched Mark pack three bags slowly and methodically before removing his wedding band. She watched as if out of the chair as Mark placed the ring in the center of the drawer and slowly pushed in back into place. He picked up his bag and walked out never making eye contact. Her point of view changed and Janet was sitting bound in the chair on the drive watching Mark drive away. 

Then the last of the dream, the worst part, Janet was bound in the chair in the bedroom. Steve, Jill and Mark came back in and laughed at her. They told her she had fallen into their trap. Jill had her arms around Mark's neck and was kissing him. They were taking about having a threesome. Jill walked to Janet with a pillow case in her hand. She smiled and dropped it over Janet's head. "Don't want the slut to even see us having fun," Jill snarled. Then it was dark and cloth was over her face. But she could hear the sounds and voiced of Mark, Jill and Steve as they enjoyed sex together in her marital bed. 

Janet woke up with a sheet wrapped over her face. Her heart was pounding, she was fighting for breath. She was soaked with sweat. She was emotionally devastated. 

Janet got up and walked the house to see if the master bedroom was as it should have been. It was. The remainder of the night Janet sat at the table sipping coffee. Just before sunrise she threw up the contents of her stomach. The only good thing Janet could think of about this day was Steve was no longer in her department or in the company. She wouldn't have the possibility of running into him hopefully ever again. 

Mark that night grabbed a bite to eat at a café before he checked into a place for the night. The town was small and had only two motels. The one Mark had picked was the best of the two. Now comparing the two would be like electing 'the fire or the frying pan'. It was clean but a little shabby. The bed had clean sheets but the mattress was lumpy. The fixtures were old but dusted, and towels were adequate in number but not the highest of quality. They were so thin it took three for Mark to dry his body completely.

If it were not for the high volume customer at the edge of the small town Mark would have driven on the next 'city', two hours away. But it was a sacrifice of time, meaning the 2 hour back drive for luxury. Mark chose to save the time and the money to spend the night in 'Paradise' as the sign out front read.

He realized the significance of the date but put it out of his mind. His last thoughts were of the sale he would make in the morning as he closed his eyes. Hitting the bed Mark dropped off into a deep sleep quickly. In the early part of the morning that the dream came. It is said that most dreams are just prior to waking. 

Mark relived about the same experience as Janet had a few hours earlier that night. He had to watch Janet with another man. But when Janet led her date out it was Jill that came in the room to release him. She laughed at him and told Mark that Janet was now free. Jill and Janet were both rid of him. They could enjoy life again as they did in college. As she was explaining in her monolog how her evil plan had worked, she was taking Mark to the front door. By some strange force Jill had controlled Mark's muscles and made him follow her like a reluctant puppy. Just before the door slammed in his face, Jill said he would never see Janet again. Locked out Mark ran around the house and checked all the doors. They were all securely bolted. 

Sad and sobbing he went to the bedroom window. What he saw sickened him even more. There on the bed, his and Janet's bed, was the three of them. Steve, Janet and Jill were naked and pointing at him laughing. Then the scene changed and the three were making love. Mark couldn't stand that. He broke the glass of the window and was crawling in. The sound of the breaking glass disturbed the trio and they sat up to watch Mark trying to get thru the window. Half way inside Mark felt his body being wrapped by the drapes as if they were alive and binding him. The three pointed and laughed at Mark in his struggles. He was fighting and screaming as he woke. When he came to reality from the dream he found he had become tangled in the sheet. 

Getting up he looked at the clock radio. It was 4:15. He made coffee in the small 4 cup maker and let his emotions calm. The bed was a mess, almost as if housekeeping had stripped the bedding and thrown them back on the mattress. Mark considered making the bed out of embarrassment but he was too emotional drained to do that. 

With some coffee and the breaking dawn Mark considered calling Janet. But he was afraid to do it for fear of total rejection. It had now been 7 years. What if she had remarried? A new husband wouldn't want to get a call at... well it was almost 6 back in Tennessee. But still it might cause Mark more humiliation, and problems for Janet, so he didn't make that call. How could he have known she was sitting at her table thinking of him at that same moment? The only difference being Janet would have called had she known his mobile number. 

For Mark the dreams came more often and each more unsettling. And the chair became more prominent in every dream. With each dream he became more convince Jill wasl more of a part of it than just a horny neighbor that wanted a little on the side that one time. Mark still realized if that was true it could not have happened without his 'help'. He would not shift the blame. 

For Janet the dreams came less often but always the same and the chair was always there. Even with the hurt of the event she felt closer to Mark and wondered if he had remarried. She had given up looking for fear of finding that he had completely forgotten her. Janet settled into a life of work, a small circle of friends and her solitude in the house she had once shared with Mark. All she could do was watch the years pass. 

For the next two years Mark had a few one night stands but nothing serious. He saw Julie only one more time and by the evening he left it was quite awkward for both. Janet settled down to one steady companion. His name was Bob. That was short for Battery Operated Boyfriend. Hilda kept a close eye on her daughter and wished she could find a man but never pushed the issue or tried to set her up. 

Thing went on, both were promoted and were making good salaries. To the world they seemed successful; however both had a void in their soul's that couldn't seem to be fill.

Nine years after Mark left he got a call from his bother. He had a client in need of cash and would sell his business for 50 cents on the dollar. But it had to be quick. Jeremy quickly laid it out to Mark. They had the money and it would be a good for them both, if Mark came home to manage the business. The pay at the start wouldn't be as good but he would be home and able to see Sarah. Then if it worked like Jeremy planned they could easily expand. 

Mark didn't need to think about it long. His white Ford Crown Victoria in the parking lot had 50,000 miles on it and it was less than 9 months old. Mark had put 100,000 miles on several Crown Vic's in the last 9 year, more than he cared to remember. He would drive them till they were at or close to 100,000 miles then sell them to some customer or co-worker for a good family car. He was now in a position to pay cash for the replacement and begin the process anew. It had gotten old. Mark was ready to go home.

To be continued...



Whose Fault Was It Ch. 05



Home felt good for Mark, or at least Nashville did. He didn't notice it at first but soon realized the dreams had stopped. He had no problem sleeping for about the last two months. The feel of the same bed, the absence of an open suitcase, and his hand at 'home cooking' were small pleasures. The dreams would start again but with a little different twist after one Saturday Mark went to visit Sarah. 

Friday came and Saturday was the 15th anniversary of the day. Janet was upbeat as she ended her day. She and her secretary of 5 years walked to the parking lot together. Lulu Baker, called Lu for short, was one of the closet friends that Janet had. Lu was 10 years younger than Janet and long divorced. Neither had a steady man in their life but Lu would have appreciated one if for nothing else but a 'fuck buddy'. Janet smiled and said for that she had Bob. Lu was intrigued and kept pestering Janet to see if Bob had a friend. Janet finally confessed that Bob was really BOB, Battery Operated Boyfriend. 

That became their private joke. And on that evening Lu said she did have a date for the night. She was hoping to get lucky. Janet counter she always had Bob and didn't have to worry about getting lucky. The two parted for the weekend. Janet's only real plan was to see Sarah on Saturday. Janet had purchased a large coffee table book filled with full and double page landscapes from Ireland. One of Sarah's loves, Janet had learned, was large picture books. Without the use of her arms someone had to show them to her but that part Janet enjoyed.

Mark had been back in Nashville for six months. It had been almost 9 ½ years since he had walked out on Janet. The city still held some memories but Mark was adapting. He and his brother now owned three Oil Change Service locations. He had settled into an apartment close to Jeremy and Emma's home. Mark spent a lot of his free time there, although it was beginning to get a little uncomfortable since Emma was always 'fixing him up' with a date. 

It was a Saturday and on the day before Mark had purchased a used BMW Roadster from a customer. He was driving it as he made his rounds of the stores. He pulled into their newest location across from the Mall. It was close to 2 p.m. and Mark was ready for his day to end. He wanted to enjoy the cool spring air from the seat of the convertible. With that on his mind he went onto the waiting room and checked with the attendant. Mark picked up a clip board with the work order from the last car off the line. He smiled and looked into the crowed waiting room. It was full; Saturday was one of their busiest days. "Miss Jill Trenton," he called. 

A nice looking blond stood and indicated she was Jill Trenton. Mark approached and smiled, "Miss Trenton your car is ready, I.." was all Mark got out before the woman spoke.

"Are you Mark Parker?" she asked. 

With a puzzled look he responded he in fact was Mark Parker. Looking again at the name and the face he couldn't guess how she knew him. 

"I guess you don't remember me," she blushed. "I was Jill Stanley."

That hit Mark hard. He felt a warm flush pass thru him followed by a wave of nausea. Stammering he tried to apologize, "I'm so sorry,...I mean I didn't recognize the name, and...well you are just as pretty as ever."

"I understand; it has been a while. I thought I recognized you when you drove up in that little car. Is it the same...," she hesitated then tried again. "How long you been back in town?"

"Just a short time, I kinda work here. I do customer relations for several of these businesses. You do look great," Mark said trying to avoid answering to many questions. 

It was obvious both were uncomfortable. "So how have you been Mark?"

"Fine I guess, did a lot of traveling, and expect this job will be about the same. And you?"

"I did get married," then added, "finally! Smiling she continued, "Been three years now. Phillip is the Operations Manager for Motorola here in Nashville. We don't have any kids but he does by his previous marriage. We are expecting his first grandchild in the next few weeks."

Mark grinned big. "You will really enjoy that. I have three now. My daughter Allison in Dayton has three. Chad, Katie, and Toby. Chad will be 8 next Friday. I am going to buy him a gift after I get off. His mom gave me a list of what he wants. Seems she sent the most expensive items to me." Those thoughts lifted Mark's spirits. 

"You look good, and it's great to see you, but I know you have other things to do." Jill smiled. With that Mark walked her to her car, a Lexus. Checking that all items had been properly completed and filling out the questionnaire Mark opened the door for Jill. He just wanted her gone. Mark felt lucky she hadn't mentioned Janet. 

Before Mark could close the door she stopped him. "Mark I'm so sorry... about... you and Janet."

Mark sucked it up and looked at her with the most sincere smile he could muster, "That's ok, it was a long time ago."

"I know but....I'm sorry." Jill said as she pulled the door closed. Mark watched her drive away with a sick feeling in his stomach. It was 15 years ago today that he had met Janet. It was funny, he still after all these years, remembered the date. I had been every bit as important to him as their anniversary. "Damn the luck, why today of all days," Mark muttered as he looked across the street at the mall. 

As Mark was talking to Jill, Janet was finishing her visit with Sarah. It was as normal as clock work now. The only thing that was different was on occasion Sarah would look at Janet and giggle like a 4 year old with a secret. When Janet would ask what it was about Sarah would only say, 'uuuuuu...ellllll...seeeee' in her slurred speech that Janet was now accustomed to. This had first started 4 months ago and was only getting worse. Janet was perturbed at Sarah but she was not mad. What secret did she have? 

The day Mark had seen her; Janet had a funny feeling in the parking lot as she walked to her car. She was so involved in the warmth she didn't notice anything about her in the parking lot. That night she had a dream Mark had come back to her. The door bell rang late in the evening waking Janet from sleep. She trudged to the door to find Mark standing there. When she woke Janet was disappointed it was just a dream. However every time Sarah giggled she felt that same warm tingle that she had experienced on the walk to her car and after her dreams. That was on her mind as she drove to the mall. The Mall she thought. And the date hit her; it had been 15 years today. But with the warm feeling brought on by the visit with Sarah, and her giggle, the date didn't matter all that much. 

What Sarah was giggling about was the fact she knew Mark was back in town. Several months earlier Mark had been behind a car that had decided to stop on a yellow light. Mark thought the woman in the Cadillac should have gone for it and told her so under her breath. When the light turned green he proceeded the half a block and turned into entrance of the home where Sarah was cared for. As Mark dove toward the building she saw a woman come out the front door. He immediately recognized her as Janet. "Damn it, guess Janet had someone to visit here in this home too!" 

Janet saw the white car but didn't notice it as she walked past. She never glanced at the driver. Mark however did check her closely. The second thing he noticed was the wedding ring on her finger. The first thing he noticed was the fact she had changed little, with the exception of being a little more beautiful. Mark watched her in the rearview and saw her get into a black Mercedes. "Guess some things never change," he said out loud. Mark asked about woman that just left and was told she visited every Saturday. Mark decided to make all his visits to Sarah during the week. He never guessed Janet was there to visit Sarah. And Sarah never tried to tell him. 

Mark was then relieved the woman in the Cadillac had stopped for the light. If not he would have met Janet at the door most likely. What would he have said, after seeing the ring? He was so upset he cut his visit short with Sarah that day. It never dawned on Mark to see who Janet had signed in to visit. True he didn't know her last name but all he had to do was look for the Janet that had just signed out. That missed opportunity and the fact he would only visit Sarah during the week kept the truth away from him. 

That day caused some changes for Mark too. Mark began to have dreams about Janet but they were filled with sweet memories. Memories that were wonderful in the night but brought the pain in the daylight, knowing Janet was lost forever. That was evident with the wedding band on her finger. Each dream made Mark just more melancholy. Emma noticed and confronted the fact to Mark. He confessed to seeing Janet at the home and seeing her wedding ring. 

And that day Jill had brought back a lot of pain and Mark wanted to get away. He worked a few more customers then decided he would go shopping for his grandson's birthday present. He wanted his mind on something else at the moment, something that would bring a warm smile. He needed something to chase the gloom away, why of all times did he have to run into Jill Stanley on that day?

He turned right out onto the Boulevard and worked his way across the traffic to the left turn lane. When he got the arrow he zipped thru the intersection and drove down the north side of the mall. At the next light he pulled into the left turn lane. With that turn he drove along the west edge of the mall. The next left turn lane took him to the street on the south of the mall. Driving toward the east he pulled in the left turn lane, lining him up on the main entrance of the mall. Mark thought to himself, "Two wrongs don't make a right but three lefts do, but if that is correct then what do four lefts make?" With the light he cross the traffic and followed the lane to the front of the building. Turning to the right this time he looked for a close space. Three isles down he saw the third space was vacant. But the traffic arrow on the pavement indicated traffic was one way toward him. Mark looked around and saw no one. He quickly shot up the aisle and made a quick maneuver into the slot. He revved the engine and then turned off the key. 

Janet was turning to get to her parking spot when she saw the tail of the yellow car disappear. She knew someone had just stolen her spot. Her temper flared. Janet forgot the day, the visit with Sarah, and all good will. Damn it that was her space. The scene from "Fried Green Tomatoes" came to mind where Kathy Bates rammed the smaller VW when the two girls stole her space come. Janet quickly dismissed that, for she drove a Mercedes, not some cheap domestic automobile. A curt dressing down would have to do. And Janet Parker was one to do that, just ask anyone of those she supervised. 

Just as the roar of his car motor dies away Mark heard the distinct sound of a car door slamming. Looking in the rearview mirror he saw the fenders of a black Mercedes. Stepping out of the car, Mark saw the woman. Starting at her feet he took the scene in. She had heeled sandals, nice legs sticking out of a pair of well fitting yellow shorts. Her hips were shaped nicely and the cotton blouse revealed she was a nicely figured woman. Her hair was dark and her face scowled. With a fluid motion she pulled the wide sunglasses off her face into her right fist. Placing both fists on her hips she shifted her legs to a wide stance. The sight brought the image of Superman to Mark's mind. If she had worn a cape she would have been a dead ringer. 

"I want you to know that you are parking in my space. I played by the rules and drove around. You cheated!" she stated. 

"I guess I did, but I didn't see you or see any name on the spot," Mark retorted mildly. At that moment he had forgotten about the wedding band. 

"You know perfectly well you drove the wrong way up the aisle to take that space. I was going around, following the rules!" the woman insisted. 

"You caught me, what are you going to do? Write me a ticket or call the police?" Mark said in nervous jest.

"The question is what are you going to do? You know it is rightfully my parking space. Are you going to do the right thing and surrender it to me?" She was nervous as she spoke. 

"I guess it is only right for me to do the proper thing, but I deserve some consideration." Marks said flatly.

"Making me have a cup of coffee at the food court perhaps?" Janet quipped.

Mark looked her in the eyes, "No I'm too old for that; I don't have the time to waste." He saw that Janet tried to hide her disappointment. "I prefer you to allow me to buy you dinner tonight at 'Arnold's, say 7 p.m."

"And if I don't?" she asked but she said it was just a slight smile. 

Mark ginned weakly suddenly remembering the ring he had seen on her finger, "You can still have the space."

"What a gentleman. Now I feel bad about the fuss, perhaps I should have just asked politely," the woman said in a low voice.

"Would have been the same request, either way, I would have still wanted to buy your dinner," he countered. 

With a softened scowl she responded, "Very well, if you will move your automobile I can park and get about my business."

"I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name." Mark slightly smiled. 

"I am afraid I didn't throw it. But the name is Janet..., Janet Parker, and see you don't forget that." 

"Is that Miss or Mrs. Janet Parker?" Mark asked with a big grin. 

She smiled for the first time, "That depends. And if you wish to eat at 7 p.m. you will have to call for me at our home at 6:30. I am not some high school girl that will rush off to meet a boy." Janet hoped she hadn't pushed too far. 

Mark smiled, "Then it's a date, and you are much too lovely to be mistaken for a high school girl. Where do you live?" Mark asked fully aware she had said 'our' home.

"I'm sure you remember the address." Janet said over her shoulder as she headed back to her car. Mark had his eyes fixed on her ass as she walked away. There was a warmth and tingle in his body he hadn't felt in almost 9 ½ years. Janet was just as, or maybe more beautiful, than she had been 15 years earlier. 

Janet made it to her car just before her knees buckled. She started the car and put it in reverse to let Mark back out. Janet hadn't noticed the Minivan waiting close behind her. The aggravated mother of 3 was not pleased at all and had she been as aggressive as Janet she would have joined the discussion. The woman hit her horn to warn Janet; then began to back up her Minivan up to make room. 

Mark drove away and as he did added just enough gas at the right turn to squeal the tires. It hit him that maybe Jill had been involved somehow, but how could she have been. She didn't know where or when he intended to shop. Even if she had followed and called Janet, how could Janet have been in the right place? Mark that settled in his mind; perhaps it was just 'as it was meant to be'. 

Janet didn't park in the spot she had so fiercely fought for. Instead she drove forward, turned left and headed out of the mall parking lot. She still had time to make the beauty salon and purchase a new dress. 

The mother of three was rewarded with the space. The best part of that day for her was a parking spot three cars up for the main door. 

Mark thought as he drove away. "The same mall, the right parking area, general parking spot, almost to the minute, on the exact day, 15 years later,'what are the odds'?"

To be continued... 



Whose Fault Was It (Second Half)



Janet did make it to the salon and begged her way into a full treatment before running by to purchase that dress she had wanted but didn't have an occasion to wear, till now. On her way home she called her maid and asked her to come by that evening. The young wife and mother could use the extra money so she agreed to work. All Janet wanted to do was to get home, touch up her makeup and put on the dress. 

Mark headed to his apartment. The first thing he did upon arriving was to make reservations at Arnold's. The next item on his list was to get cleaned up. He looked at his hair and thought about getting a hair cut but was afraid he wouldn't get in with his barber. Well it would just have to do. Mark would drive the Ford that night so that entrance and exiting the vehicle would be easier for Janet in formal ware. 

Looking at his suits Mark felt he had one formal enough but needed a new shirt and tie. With those purchases made it was time for a bath and a close shave. Mark was going all out. He felt he was about to make the most important sales presentation of his entire career, no make that his life. Satisfied with his appearance Mark headed out even though it was early. He was just too nervous to sit in the small apartment. It was funny, because up until that evening the small apartment felt cozy. At his door Mark stopped to look in the mirror at the far end of the room. It was small but at the distance it gave him a full length view of himself. He thought he looked good in the dark blue suit. It had pinstripes that were just a shade lighter of blue making them almost unnoticeable without close inspection. Mark wondered why they had bothered with such closely matched colors. His tie was burgundy and his shoes black. And with a little luck, no one would notice his slight need of a trim. 

With nothing but Janet on his mind Mark took the long way to the house he had once called home with her. He was so involved with thoughts and fears that he forgot he had promised to attend a party at Jeremy and Emma's home that evening. What was in his mind was a mixture of fear Janet was setting him up for a big fall and a feeling of hope that Janet would soon be back as part of his life. It was difficult for Mark to maintain a positive attitude. The feeling he was walking into an embarrassing scene kept creeping back into his mind. 

Arriving at the street were Janet lived he stopped at the stop sign with her house, their old home, in sight. Mark was shivering and was as nervous as a 'whore in church'. He stayed so long at the sign that the car behind him blew their horn. Pulling forward he glanced at his watch. He still had almost ten minutes to kill. 

Mark began to have a case of the 'what ifs'. What if she had moved? Janet hadn't offered her address or phone number. Remembering the wedding ring his mind continued, what if she's remarried? What if she still lives there but her name is Smith or Jones? What if she is Mrs. Steve Hill? What if this is just another way to punish him? All those thoughts were filling his head as Mark sat at a stop sign at the end of the street. The car behind him had to honk their horn twice to get him back on the move. Mark had a choice to make. He could turn left and head out of the subdivision or turn right and go see who would greet him at his old house. 

The second horn blast had brought the white car back to Janet's attention. She watched and guessed the driver was looking for some specific address or perhaps a person. She was glad for the distraction for her mind was on maybe. Maybe Mark had no intention of coming tonight or any other night. He had accepted her invitation to come to 'our home' without verification. Maybe he would come with a new wife. A younger and more beautiful woman to show her the woman that had...had done such a deed in their bedroom. Or maybe Mark would come with a group of men offering her up as the whore he might think she was. Yes Janet was glad for the distraction.

All she could do was wait. Janet looked at her reflection in the mirror, was she playing the fool? She was wearing a dark burgundy dress that had a strap on one shoulder. It gave just a hint of cleavage and hugged her body to her hips. There the skirt flared a little and a slit in the skirt on the opposite side of the dress from the single strap allowed her the walk easily. The slit ended half way up her thigh making wearing a garter belt possible. The hose were sheer and black. Her shoes were black with open toes and 4" heels. They were more of a heel than Janet preferred, but she wanted to look as sexy as possible this night.

On her neck was a pearl choker with a large ruby like stone at the center of the throat. Janet's hair was up making her the matching earrings stand out even more. And to finish off the ensemble she would carry a small bag that matched her shoes. In the purse she would carry only her ID, lipstick, powder, some cash and one credit card. But that was about all the purse would hold. 

Janet had been ready for about a quarter hour and sat in an upstairs window watching the street anxiously for a yellow two seated sports car. She saw the white common sedan pass but paid it little notice. The second time round she looked it over well. It was plain and probably some door to door sales man or a process server she thought. As the clock ticked down to 6:30 Janet was worried Mark would stand her up. The chime from the wall clock in the room let her know it was 6:30 p.m. Just then the white car pulled past the stop sign and headed her way. 

Janet watched the car, to her horror it slowed and turned into her drive. Janet panicked. What would Mark think if he saw a strange car in her drive? He might just drive away and never come back. Janet dropped her purse and kicked off the heels. She knew she had to make it to the door and send this person, whom ever, on their way. She had reached the bottom of the stairs as the door bell rang. Moving down the hall she stopped just as Dinora open the door. 

Thankfully before she could burst around the corner Janet heard Mark's voice. "I have come calling for Miss Janet Parker." 

Janet was weak at the knees and leaned against the wall to catch her breath. She wanted to rush to Mark, throw her arms around his neck and smother him with kisses but she didn't. 

"Please come in, Mrs. Parker is expecting you. I think she will be ready in just a few minutes. Let me show you to the living room." The exact words Janet had coached the woman to say.

Janet was well out of sight as Mark passed into and out of her vision. He looked great. Now all Janet had to do was collect her shoes and purse. The trip back up the stairs was more taxing than Janet had anticipated. She guessed it was the excitement and anxiety of the unknown automobile. 

She picked up the items and carried them back down the stairs before putting the tall heels on her feet. Janet had not wanted to risk falling down a flight of stairs that evening. Taking a deep breath she stepped out to meet Mark. 

The look Mark's face stunned Janet. She stopped and looked down at herself to see what might be wrong. When she looked up Mark whispered, "Janet you are beautiful!"

Janet blushed as she walked to him. Again she had to fight the urge to hug, kiss and drag Mark off to the bedroom. "Thank you, a woman always likes to know her efforts are appreciated."

Mark shook his head slowly, "Janet you will never know how much I appreciate you right now."

Janet smiled lady like, "Mark you are as charming as ever. And I will say you do clean up well. It seems you matched me perfectly with that tie."

Marked looked down, he had for the moment forgotten he was even wearing clothes. 

Janet extended both hand toward Mark, "Let me look at you," she said.

Mark took her hand in his and replied, "No let me look at you. Did I say you look beautiful?"

Janet flushed, "Yes I believe you did, but I like hearing it...well from you that is." 

Mark pulled Janet to him and hugged her. He so wanted to kiss her lips but chose a cheek. "It's good to see you again. I have.. It's good to see you." Mark was afraid to say he had missed her for Janet might have asked why he never called. What would his answer to that be?

Janet lingered in his embrace as long as she dared. Pushing away she kept hold of his hands and looked at Mark again at arm's length. He had changed little, with the exception of his hair. It was so good to be with him again. 

Collecting her thoughts Janet suggested they head out. She asked Dinora to lock up and thanked her. Actually it was Donora that owed the thanks, for she was paid $100.00 for less than an hour's work. 

Mark escorted Janet to the white Crown Victoria Ford. It had a blue leather interior. Janet hadn't been in a car of this class in many a year, but at that moment the automobile would have been a Yugo for all she cared. It was clean and well kept, but best of all Mark was driving it. 

Arnold's was one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. It was filled with all the movers and shakers in Nashville society. When they were escorted in Mark was proud that many a man's head turned to look at his date. Janet too noticed but for her the women that took note that brought her the most pleasure. It meant she was dressed well and had a good looking man on her arm.

The meal was a little awkward, like a couple on their first date. Both wanted to make the very best of impressions. But that wasn't bad for them. They accepted it, their nerves were calming and they began to enjoy themselves even more. On the way to Janet's home she scooted over close to Mark and he put his arm around her as he drove. She smiled and enjoyed the feeling. The bench seat in this Ford made that possible. They could have a closeness that would have been less comfortable in either the roadster or her Mercedes. 

Back at her home Janet opened a bottle of wine. Soon Mark had his coat and shoes off and Janet sat with her hose covered feel curled under her and snuggled under Marks right arm. They talked for an hour, just exchanging general information; for neither really wanted to know all the other had done in the last 9 plus years. 

It was close to midnight when Mark stood and said it was time for him to head home. Janet looked him in the eye. "Are you sure you want to go home?" 

"I know I should, but..." Mark offered. 

"Well I think you should," Janet said as she took his hand. 

Mark was a little disappointed until she began to pull him forward. Thinking she was rushing him out he said, "Wait I need my shoes."

"No you don't, it is just a short walk," Janet said over her shoulder as she pulled him toward the hall leading the master bedroom. 

Mark had just a twinge of reservations that was relieved when Janet turned on the light. The room was changed. The chair was gone. 

"Come on in, you're home now." Janet smiled. 

Mark pulled Janet to him and kissed her with a passion that had been building. Actually a passion burning within him since he first saw her coming from the nursing home. All he wanted was to make love to her. He had been without her far too long. 

The unwrapping of his present was more fun than he could imagine. And it was equally as much fun for Janet to undress him. When they were two naked bodies in the center of the new king size bed Mark crawled between Janet's spread legs. He was as hard as a steel rod but not ready yet to make love to her. Mark wanted to hold, touch, kiss and taste Janet just to make sure this was not a dream. They kissed and embraced feeling the heat of the others body. 

When Mark did entered Janet it was the most rewarding sensation of his life. He felt as if he was melting part of his soul and body into hers. They were again one heart. He kissed Janet as he lay on top of her luscious body. Mark held still for he didn't want the feeling to ever end. The feel of Janet's breast on his chest, her mound against his as he was buried in her, he knew he couldn't live without her. The feeling of Janet's arms around him and her legs locked together behind his knees only strengthened his resolve. All was forgotten but the love he felt for her.

Janet was in heaven. Her passion, her man, her love was back inside her. She wanted him to fill her with his seed. She wanted him to leave part of himself behind deep inside her womb. Not to be pregnant for she felt she was past that at over 50, but just to have 'him' inside her. 

Mark could fight it no more. He began to thrust into Janet with wild abandon and felt her respond in kind. Both had waited so long for this and it happened too quickly but both had a shattering orgasm. As the last of Mark spilled into Janet he whispered in her ear, "Janet I love you, I always have and always will!"

Janet began to cry but it was from joy. She would had done it anyway just from having Mark in bed with her, but to hear those words meant do much. Thru her sobs she responded, "Mark I love you to and I'm so sorry..."

Mark cut her off with a kiss then whispered, "Love means you never have to say you're sorry."

Janet continued to cry softly as Mark lay on top of her. He didn't want to release her. Soon his manhood stirred and hardened. This time they took their time and enjoyed the union to another crest. They fell asleep in each other's arms in the wee hours of that morning. 

At 8:00 Sunday morning Hilda Emerson drove to the daughter's home. It was just how their Sunday's had gone for several years. Hilda would drop by and take Janet to church. What started the habit was Hilda's knowing if she depended on Janet meeting her at church, it would not happen. But now the routine had set in. Hilda would come by and drive them. The 75 yo woman was glad she could still drive and prided herself on never having a wreck or getting a citation. When she rounded the corner Hilda saw a white car in Janet's drive. That struck her as odd. Parking in the street Hilda walked past the car noting the brand and the out of state license plates. 

Ringing the door bell with no answer, Hilda took out her key and let herself in. Seeing no activity she walked softly to the bedroom her daughter used trying to prepare herself for what she might see. Hilda was shocked, for the bed had not been disturbed. 

Feeling uneasy Hilda took out her cell phone and dialed in 911. All she would need to do in an emergency was press the call button. When Hilda reached the living room she saw a man's coat, and two pairs of shoes. One pair was obviously a man's, the others were high heels. 

Hilda held the phone and looked around. She saw the two wine glasses and the bottle. The glasses were on the coffee table and the almost empty bottle was on the counter. Hilda stood and wondered what to do next. 

When Janet had heard the door bell she carefully pulled away from Mark. She didn't to wake him. She had a pretty good idea who would be ringing the door bell at that time Sunday morning. Janet was a little aggravated with herself for not calling her mother and explaining she wouldn't be able to attend church this week. But Janet had a lot of other things on her mind yesterday. And then last night when Mark did stay, even if Janet had remembered it was too last to call her mother. 

Naked, Janet looked for something to slip on. There was her dress, but that would look silly. There was Mark's white shirt. That would have to do, for Janet had no clothing to speak of in the master closet. Putting the shirt on Janet pulled it closed with her one hand at her breast and the other hand holding the shirt at the bottom. So dressed, Janet went to send her mother away.

Hilda looked up and saw Janet emerging from the hall to the master bedroom. From the looks of her daughter, Hilda could tell Janet had just climbed out of bed. And what was she wearing. It was long sleeved man's shirt. Hilda's expression must have been priceless. 

"Mother, I won't be able to go to church with you this morning. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to call," Janet whispered. 

"What is going on here Janet?" Hilda demanded in a stern tone.

"Mother please, keep your voice down," Janet said again in a whisper. 

"What have you done Janet? There's a Ford in your drive way, and you... from the looks of it you need to go to church today," 

Janet looked at her mother with a smile, "Mother, what I did last night was not a sin."

"Janet you need to throw that man out of here before the neighbors see you had an overnight guest. I mean that car sticks out liked a...a...a sore thumb. What did you do stand by the freeway last night? I mean the car is from out of state and... it's some traveling salesman isn't it. Did you meet him at work? Can you trust him? Will I hear you have been raped and had your throat cut? Let's get rid of him. We can always make the last service."

"Mother please leave. I assure you I am in no danger. I would like a little privacy. I am... I am over 21 you know." Janet was getting a little angry and her mother duly noted it.

"Janet, think of your reputation. This strange car in the drive, and on Sunday morning. People will think you picked him up at a bar or something."

Janet smiled, "Well actually I met him in a parking lot."

Hilda gasp, "Janet come to your senses. If you were a little younger I'd tan your hide."

"Oh mother, you never spanked me when I was a child, why would you start now?"

"Maybe I should start!"

"If you think I need one, I'll tell my friend in the bedroom your thoughts."

"Janet, my god, you said friend..." Hilda looked at the man's coat and man's shoes but still she asked. "You have spent the night with a man I hope."

Janet smiled, "Oh yes mother, he is all man." Janet wanted to add that some of him was dripping out of her and soaking the shirt tail that she covered herself with. She wanted to, but thought better.

"Janet you don't have enough on to cover your modesty. Get to your room and get proper covering!"

"Mother this is my home, I will thank you to leave. I have no desire to waste time explaining my actions to you. Now please leave and be quiet about it. We had a long night."

"My god honey, you aren't thinking straight. That man must have used some drug on you. Why else would you be acting so queer!" Janet didn't feel like explaining to her mother just who was in the master bedroom any more than she felt like explaining the antiquated word 'queer' as Hilda had used it. 

Janet let go of the shirt to take her mother's hand and lead her to the door. As she did the shirt opened. 

"Cover yourself Janet," Hilda scolded as she took in the wetness on the shirt tail and her daughter's sex. "I think I should call the police and have them check that car out."

Finally at the door Janet faced her mother with only one hand holding the shirt closed. Janet held it between her breasts leaving her sex practically exposed. "Mother you can do as you wish but you will only look foolish."

"I must say at the moment you are the one that is not only looking, but acting foolishly." Hilda snapped. "That Ford car might be a rental and the man inside a killer. You are acting crazy. You must have been drugged. That date rape drug."

"Mother I promise you this, if it was rape, it was on my part. Now please leave and I promise I'll explain it all as soon as I'm sure it's not just a dream."

"See you have been drugged. Come with me now and we'll have the police evict him. The neighbors won't see you and you can hold your... the shirt closed."

"Go to church mother and I'll call you later." Janet shut the door. 

Hilda stood and looked thru the front glass at Janet. She had a mixture of concern and anger for her daughter. Why wouldn't Janet listen to reason? All that Hilda could think to do was take down the license number of the car with Washington Plates. "My lord it is just a Ford, what will the neighbors think."




Whose Fault Was It (Second Half) Ch. 02



Part 7 

They took the roadster back to Janet's home. Entering they found a note from Hilda. Looking at the paper Janet frowned. Mark understood for he was not ready to spring the news on his family either. "Let's head to a hotel. We can have some privacy there." Mark suggested. 

Janet grabbed a bag and collected a few things so they could leave quickly. The yellow roadster was backing out of the drive as Hilda pulled to the stop sign at the corner. With the top down on the car, Hilda saw that it was a woman in the passenger seat. She guessed it was Janet but couldn't tell for sure. The car pulled away in the opposite direction and Hilda tried to follow but the little car was soon lost in traffic. 

Mark nor Janet had seen Hilda, but had they the result would have been the same. They wanted a little privacy. Hilda went back to make sure Janet was not home. With the house empty Hilda tried her daughter's cell number and got voice mail. Leaving a message on the phone and a note on the counter Hilda headed home with an uneasy feeling. Janet had never been so puzzling before, with the exception as to why Mark had left so suddenly. And to that day Hilda felt no closer to the answer than when she had first received the news. Worry was building in Janet's mother. 

When they arrived at the hotel, Janet smiled. Mark had chosen the Bentley Imperial, the same hotel they had stayed in for their honeymoon. Checking in the clerk asked what type of accommodation they wanted, noting they carried only two small bags. The woman had a wedding ring but the man didn't. She signed then in and gave a local address and the man paid. Noting they had the same last name the clerk was still not convinced that was not more than a lucky coincidence. With the female's statement, 'she didn't care the bed size as long as they were together in it' didn't help avert suspicion. The clerk knew what action to take. He would alert the manager about the couple. The Bentley had a reputation and didn't wish to have that marred but a jealous husband causing a scene or being violent. Reporter on the local level love juicy stories like that. So it was, Janet and Mark were flagged by the management. 

They got a room with one king size bed. Janet wanted to make it special, excusing herself to the bathroom she washed and put on her sheerest gown. When she walked out Mark's eyes lit up like a pinball machine. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world Janet," he uttered. 

Janet gave her sexist smile, "That's Mrs. Janet Parker, and see you remember it."

Mark put her on the bed and almost tore his own clothing off. He climbed into bed and began to kiss Janet. Soon he was working his way down to her warm wet pussy. She was moaning with delight. Just as Mark's mouth touched her sex he pulled away. He just realized she no longer shaved or trimmed. It was not that fact that shocked Mark, it was the fact he just now noticed it. How many times had they made love in the last 36 hours? Was it five or six? And he was just now noticing. 

Janet noticed his hesitation. "Mark... am I... do I smell...or?" she asked. 

With a smile he confessed that was not it. He had just noticed she no longer shaved or trimmed. 

Janet blushed. "Mark I didn't shave, I was waxed. And since no man... I mean I haven't had sex with anyone since you left so...it just wasn't that important." With a tear she added, "Mark I waited for you. Like a wife waits on her man at war."

Mark looked sad, "To me it was more a prison sentence!"

"Ok I waited for my man to come back to me from prison. Guess I know what it's like now." Janet smiled, "It was worth the wait to have you back!"

Mark wasted no more time with talk. He put her mouth on her warm lips and savored the taste of her sex. He lapped up her nectar and enjoyed the smell of her long curly pubic hair. The night was spent with the two in every sexual position they could imagine. They were so involved they didn't even eat dinner, well they didn't call room service that is. 

Monday it was difficult to get out of bed. The problem, not being any other reason than the two didn't want to be apart. It was almost 8 when Mark dropped Janet at her door step. She went in and began to get ready to go to work. She had a little anger toward Mark 'He was already on his way to work!' Janet thought. All a man has to do is jump out of the shower, dry, pull up his boxers, pants, throw on a shirt, slick his hair down, throw on some cologne and he was on his way to work. A woman has an hour's worth of makeup alone before she is allowed by male society to even leave the house. 

Janet's anger quickly evaporated. Mark was back and that was all that mattered. She would take her time and if she was late to work so be it. Late Janet was, walking past the receptionist she smiled big. It was not missed by the girl. Not only the smile but the fact Janet was late. That was unusual; Janet had always been on time and demanded the same of all employees. Janet had a reputation of being a hard, professional member of the management team. She expected hard work but led by example. She would not expect more of others that she was willing to put in herself. 

The receptionist called Lu to let her know Janet was on the way. Lu had been worried and was about to check the hospitals. "She's on her way and she's glowing'!" was the word relayed to Lu. What did glowing mean? Was it anger? Lu didn't get a chance to ask before the receptionist had to take another call. 

Lu saw immediately what 'glowing' meant. "Janet, I was worried, but now I'm envious. You had a date with BOB? If that is the reason you look...you glow, I want to know where you got BOB and what kind of batteries you use."

"Ah, after last weekend you can have BOB. Now I need coffee." Janet said.

"I'll get it, you got a stack on your desk," Lu offered. 

Janet wasn't ready to go to work. "No thanks Lu, you look busy. I'll get my own."

When Janet was heading to the coffee bar, the receptionist took another call. "Ms. Janet Parker, please ma'am."

"Sir I will connect you with Mrs. Parker's secretary but let me warn you. If you want to make any kind of sale, you had best ask for Mrs. Parker. She is really touchy about that. I did see her this morning and she looked in a good mood so you might get lucky," the young girl commented.

"I feel lucky and I'm about to try and land the biggest sale of my life. Please put me thru." Mark replied with his warm charm. 

"Mrs. Parker's office," Lu said into the phone as Janet approached her desk. After a second Lu explained, "Mrs. Parker is quite busy this morning. May I ask who is calling?" A second passed, then with a frown Lu replied, "Sir, Mrs. Parker has much too much work to do for me to put a call thru from a man that will only identify himself as 'the guy from the mall'". 

Before Lu could start another sentence Janet as waving her left hand in a motion toward herself. "Gimme gimme gimme gimme," she was whispering and so excited she was spilling coffee on Lu's desk from the cup she held in her right hand. 

A shocked Lu said, "Hold on a moment please sir." With one hand over the microphone on the hand set she looked at Janet. "You want me to transfer it to your office?" 

"No no just give me the phone," Janet said like a teenager waiting on a prom date. 

Shrugging, Lu handed the handset of her phone to Janet. Janet smiled bigger than Lu had ever remembered as she began, "Mrs. Janet Parker here, how many I help you?" Janet listened a minute. "Has it been that long? Really? Time passes so fast sometimes." Another pause to listen. "I see. Well I will need to consult my social calendar. Hum, let me see, tonight you say? Well I am afraid I couldn't possibly" then a pause, "Be ready before 7 p.m. tonight." 

Lu was watching in disbelief. 

"You certainly are sure of yourself mister!" With a bigger smile Janet went on with the call. "Yes I told you that was Mrs. Janet Parker. Why do you think I cautioned you to remember that?" "Ok see you tonight," Janet whispered into the phone and blew a kiss. With a long sighing exhale she handed the phone back to Lu. "Guess I had best get to work. I have a lot to do, plan on skipping lunch, cause I'm going to try to get a spa appointment this afternoon."

"Janet, are you ok?" Lu asked with a puzzled look. 

"Yes, now I got a lot to do if I'm going to be ready to make my appointment. Will you get my spa on the phone?"

Just after three Lu came in and looked at her boss. The woman was busy and almost back to the person that left the office last Friday. Still she was different in some way. For lack of a better description Janet had a joy around her. Standing in the door Lu asked her boss, "All this is caused by 'the guy from the mall'?"

Janet looked up from her work. Her face had a radiant smile. "Yes, I guess it is." Janet then got a dreamy look in her eyes. 

"Does he have a brother?" Lu asked just to keep the conversation going.

Janet frowned for the first time that day and uttered, "Yes he does but he's married...and an asshole!" It was time to get those thoughts out of her mind. She would have to forgive and more importantly forget. 

Lu went back to her desk. She had finned off inquires about Janet's strange mood. She was too loyal to her boss for gossip. A few minutes later Lu took a call from Hilda. Putting the line on hold she stuck her head in the door and told Janet her mom was on the phone. 

"Hi mother, nice to hear from you, but I'm kinda busy. I have an appointment in just a few."

"Janet what is going on with you? You won't take my calls on your cell phone. You are sleeping with and out all hours with who know what kind of people. Janet what is going on?"

"Mother I really am busy and you know I am not suppose to take personal calls on work time."

"Janet you never have worried about that before. What are you into? Dating some type of salesman; a traveling salesman or a used car peddler or the like! Janet where do you meet these people? You aren't doing that computer sex things are you? I mean there are men in those things that take advantage of women like you."

"Is that so mother? What sort of woman am I?" Janet snapped with the insult. 

"I didn't mean it like that Janet. I just love you and don't want to see you hurt. You run off and sleep with some man. What kind of woman would he think you are?"

Janet didn't want this conversation go any farther. "Mother, Jack has just come into my office. I will talk with you later." Jack was the name of Janet's boss, but he was nowhere near Janet's office at that time.

"When Janet?"

"When I can mother, I have a job and a life of my own. Now good-bye, I do have to go." Janet hung up the phone before Hilda could respond. She loved her mother and knew she meant well, but Hilda could aggravate her some times. And today was one of those 'sometimes'. 

That evening at 7 p.m. sharp, a yellow roadster rolled into the drive at Janet's home. She stood by the door and waited for Mark to ring the bell. Janet felt she still had to show some restraints or Mark might think her too easy, she rationalized. 

"Let head out to the A&W on Old Toler Road. I think a burger and cold root beer in a frosted mug would be good tonight." Mark offered. Then he asked for one of Janet's cards. Questioning she searched her purse for her card case. Handing Mark one of her cards he looked it over. 

"Why did you want one of my cards?" Janet asked.

"Just so I got your number. I want to always have it with me." Mark lied. What he checked was how she had listed herself on the card. Sure enough the card read 'Mrs. Janet Parker'. Mark began to understand another fact about the woman he loved. 

Janet was dresses casually and agreed to the idea of the drive in. Later that night the two sat in the convertible and looked up at the stars. They were parked on one of the local 'lover's lanes' in the area. It was good just to be together and they talked. The feeling was natural as if it had been the week before Mark left. It was midnight when the two made it back to Janet's. On the door was a note from Hilda. On voice mail were two messages from her mother but Janet didn't want to return the calls. She wanted to go to bed with her man. 

In bed with the lights out and embracing, Mark quickly notices the change on Janet's sex. She had felt his hand on her. She was still a little tender from the wax but Janet longed for Mark's touch. "Mark I hope you approve. Now that I have a man, no, now that you're back, I want to always be trimmed. It makes it easier for me to stay nice and fresh for you. I hope you don't mind."

Mark kissed her. "You did that today for me?" he asked.

"Yes I did, I skipped lunch so I could make the spa." 

Mark didn't respond in words, he just moved down Janet's body. When his mouth found her pussy he kissed her tender lips softly before he spread her to allow his tongue to explore her. The taste was almost heavenly to Mark. He wanted to kick himself for leaving but resolved to put that behind him. 

Mark was enjoying Janet and had gotten his tongue as deeply as possible before advancing to her clit. Licking and nibbling her sensitive bud Mark was rewarded by a moan of pleasure from Janet. Her hands were now holding his head as he enjoyed her. With their passion building Mark began again to work the entire length of her nether lips. And on several occasions he let his tongue tip touch her tight puckered star. 

Janet moaned and jerked with each touch of that sensitive spot. After her second request Mark moved back up to kiss her mouth. As he did Janet used her hand to guide his cock to her pussy. She wanted him desperately, but not as desperately as Mark wanted her. The first of their unions didn't last that long for both were already on the edge. When they had rested Janet used her lips to nurse Mark back to an erection. The second time was much longer and much more rewarding. 

The morning found two tired but content spirits still embracing. They showered together and before Mark left Janet had invited him to dinner at that evening. They would dine in this time. 

Mark went to work and when questioned by Jeremy about the weekend Mark smiled and didn't answer. Janet went to work to a barrage of phone calls from her mother. Lu had to fend most off. Lucky for Janet she did have a full day with two meeting. 

At 10 a.m. the door bell rang at the Parker home. Emma answered the door to find a flower delivery man with a large spring bouquet in hand. They were for her. Emma signed for them and took the flowers. Placing them on the counter between the kitchen and family room she turned the bouquet to read the card pinned to one of the leaves. "To a Great Sister in Law" was all it said. Emma was smiling, thinking her plan had worked. As she mentally patted herself on the back she looked at the large spray of mixed spring flowers. They were every color in the rainbow. Lot of yellows, pinks, reds, blues and oranges against the back drop of greenery. 

The second time the door bell rang it was another flower delivery. This one was smaller but it was an elegant arrangement of delicate purple flowers. The card on that one read, "Thanks for giving my number out." Emma thought that Mark had given her the credit and Janet wanted to thank her. The feeling of performing an act that would bring happiness made her warm inside. With that thought Emma went to her bedroom.

At 11 Jeremy got a call. "Honey I need you to come home. There is something I need to tell you but you have to come home. I have something to show you and then you will understand."

"Emma I'm up to my ass in alligators. What is it? Tell me now or it will have to wait." Jeremy stated. 

"Jeremy when was the last time you took just a few hours off? Come home please. If you don't I might go shopping." 

Jeremy knew that the threat of Emma shopping was nothing dangerous. She had always been frugal and what she bought was worth the money and useful. But he loved his wife. He knew it was important to her for him to come home. And he had not had a day off in a while. And besides if he was home he wouldn't have time to worry about Mark. 

"Ok Emma I guess I can take the afternoon off. I'll be there by noon." Emma smiled. She planned a low calorie treat for Jeremy that day. 

When Jeremy walked into the house he was greeted by his wife wearing a robe. "Just out of bed?" he asked flexing both eyebrows. "No, that is not why I'm dressed, or undressed this way," she smiled. 

"What was the rush to get me home?" Jeremy asked as he spied the flowers. 

"I know they aren't from you dear, that is one reason I invited you home. Read at the cards, that's part of the surprise." 

Jeremy looked at the first card. "To a Great Sister-in-Law" was a no brainer. But why had Mark sent the flowers? Looking at the smaller of the two he read, "Thanks for giving my number out". The great detective in Jeremy deduced that finally one of the dates had panned out for his brother. "So you finally made one of your matches stick? I hope we don't live to regret it." 

Emma pouted, "Jeremy, have I done wrong again?" As she did she slipped the robe off and let it fall on the floor. She was naked and Jeremy paused to take in the view. 

To Emma she had about 10 pounds more than she needed. It was divided between her thighs and the small roll on her tummy. And the stretch marks were also there as evidence she had given birth to children, three in fact. Emma's breast sagged much more that she desired but that too was the product of children and breast feeding. Her hair was getting strands of gray so she colored it. Her face had a few wrinkles and the light completion of her hands was beginning to show traces of age spots. 

Emma might not have been as confident about her body as she once was, but to Jeremy she was more beautiful than any Miss America. His member sprang to attention. 

Emma reached out her hand. "Jeremy, Josh is in Chattanooga; Taylor is on a field trip and won't be home till 10 tonight. Oops is in kindergarten and won't be dropped off for a couple of hours. Why don't we go up stairs and talk about this?"

Oops was in reality Cody Cae Parker, their 6 year old daughter and the youngest of their three. The child had come along 16 years after Josh and 14 years after Taylor. Needless to say she was not planned. Oops as she was called by many, was a copy of her mother. If a person held photos of both Emma at age 6 and Oops side by side it would be hard to tell it was not the same child. The girl had raven hair and big dark eyes that could melt your heart. Oops smile could light a room and it formed two dimples that seemed to twinkle. Oops had a very light complexion and a slender frame with legs that were just a little too long. She was the apple of her father's eye and the pampered daughter of her mother. 

Cody was not called Oops for the reason one might think. She was called by that name because it was the first word she learned to say. From the beginning of her speech she would say oops if she spilled her drink, broke a toy or fell down. As Oops' vocabulary grew and she formed sentences but she would say, "Oops, that was on accident." When she did, it mattered not if she spilled milk on the carpet or broke a Ming Vase, she was instantly forgiven. 

"Ok, but who was the 'lucky one' Mark seems to be interested in? And is that why he's acting so strange?"

"Come on up to the bedroom. I'll let you think about it for a few minutes. I bet you won't be able to guess."

Jeremy was trying to remember the women Emma had invited to be introduced to Mark. He sure hoped it wasn't that Pamela woman, she looked like a real bitch. He forgot all about the flowers when Emma led him into their bedroom. His pulse quicken at what he saw. There in the center of their bed was a stack of pillows. And laying on the end of the bed was the leather strap. 




Whose Fault Was It (Second Half) Ch. 02



Jeremy had almost forgotten about the strap. It had not been used since before Oops was born. He had put it away out of concern for both his wife and the coming child, but now it was lying on the bed. Really it was nothing special, just a wooden handle 5" long with a 2" wide stiff leather strap extending another 21". Jeremy had used it many times in the years past on the bottom of one Emma Louise Odem Parker. 

The strap was never meant for discipline but as a form of foreplay. Jeremy had become proficient with the strap and could heat Emma's back side to a boil and never leave a lasting mark. He would stop when her bottom was pink and tender but before bruising of the breaking of her skin. Oh how he had enjoyed using it on his wife. And Emma enjoyed it just as much. 

"I found that," Emma pointed toward the strap. "And I know that I have not obeyed my husband as I should have over the last few weeks. Since we have a little privacy I thought you might remind me of my place as Mrs. Jeremy Parker." Emma was looking at her husband with large longing dark eyes. 

"I guess it is time for me to reestablish myself as the head of this house. You my naughty wife will take the proper position and I will get out of this suite." Jeremy stripped and was back holding the paddle shortly after Emma was in place. Knowing what was going to happen Emma lay with her stomach on the pillows, elevating and presenting her ass for the strap. She spread her legs slightly, perhaps a 30 degree angle. Her arms she bent at the elbows and pulled under her, keeping her ample breasts trapped between her elbows. Her hands were clasp together under her body just below her chin. Emma put her face in the remaining pillows to stifle the sounds she would make. The sounds would be moans and gasps of erotic pleasure, not screams of pain. 

Jeremy now naked felt each beat of his heart in his erection. It had been a long time since he had felt so sexually stimulated. Looking at the strap in his hand and then the white soft skin of Emma's ass he felt a shiver run down his spine. Jeremy loved Emma more that his own life. He was a little confused that he would want to use the strap on such a beautiful part of the woman he loved. Cause her pain. But she enjoyed it when he did it right. So he worked at the art of pleasing Emma with the strap. 

With the first resounding slap of the leather on her skin she flinched but didn't utter a sound. How Emma excited him he thought, and wondered why he had let the stress of his career interfere with their sex life. No it was just sex, it was their love life.

Emma was feeling butterflies too. It had been too long since they had enjoyed such intimate pleasures. She remembered they had stopped shortly after Mark had left so suddenly. At first Emma had thought it was just Jeremy's involvement with divorce that had taken the desire away, and it would soon return. It hadn't and Emma had quit taking her birth control because of the hassle. Then Cody came alone. 

When she was pregnant Jeremy worried he might hurt the baby. That had not been the case during her first two pregnancies. But then he had aged and had worried for her. 

Jeremy was soon lost in his own lust. But no matter how sexually excited he became he controlled the strap with precision. Every inch or Emma's ass felt the effect of the stinging leather. Her moans were now audible thru the pillow. With one last blow Jeremy felt the skin on her ass. It was light red and hot to the touch. 

Without a word he climbed between her legs and moved into position. Emma was in her own subspace and didn't realize he had stopped till she felt his cock at the wet opening of her womb. Jeremy slipped into her fully with one lunge. Laying across her back he began to pump in and out of Emma's pussy. Emma pushed back to take her man deeper inside her body and reveling in the sensation of Jeremy against her sore bottom. 

The time was short before Jeremy emptied his neglected balls into Emma. It was such a pleasure; he questioned why it had been so long. Emma shuttered with her own orgasm and also regretted all the lost opportunities. 

The two cleared the bed pillows away and cuddled. Jeremy drifted off to sleep. When he awoke Emma was licking and sucking his cock, urging it toward another erection. Emma didn't have to be asked to do that, she liked the taste of Jeremy. She also liked the taste of Jeremy after they made love. It was a mixture of both of them. Emma had also been known to use her fingers in her pussy to claim some of the mixture of their love. She would clean it off her fingers just as slowly as she would off Jeremy.

When Jeremy was rested, he began to fondle the breasts of his wife. He always loved the feel and weight of her breasts not to mention the taste of her nipples. With Emma's oral talents Jeremy was at attention and ready to enjoy Emma again. This session lasted for over half an hour, both wanting to take their time and just feel the wonder of the union. 

When Jeremy emptied into Emma the second time they held the embrace. Neither wanted it to end. But alas it had to. Oops was due home from kindergarten in minutes. Emma reluctantly got up and slipped on a pair of Guess sweats. They were baggy; no one would know she was without bra or panties. Slipping on tennis shoes with no sock and tying her hair in a pony tail Emma asked Jeremy to stay in bed. "Rest up I'll be back in half an hour. Oops is attending a birthday party for Toby Scott down the street this afternoon. The party will last 2 hours." 

Oops came home to find her mother waiting on the porch. She took her daughter in the kitchen as was their custom for milk and cookies. Emma listened to all the child had learned that day in school and all the things Oops wanted to tell. After the ritual snack Emma helped Oops change into shorts and a top. The two worked together to make the choice. Putting her daughter's hair in a pony tail they were ready to head out. By the door was the wrapped present. Together mother and daughter strolled hand and hand down the sidewalk. It was only three houses but Emma still walked her daughter. As they walked Emma felt the remnants of the sex wetting her lips and thighs. She was hoping no one saw the darkening area between her legs. However the feeling warmed her and only made her want Jeremy again.

When Emma returned she stripped off her clothing. She held up the crotch of the sweat pants. "See what you did?" she smiled. "Want to do it again?" As she stood naked before her husband she was rubbing her belly. 

Jeremy looked at her and smiled. "Your stomach hurt?" he asked. 

"Not really, was just wondering if you impregnated me again."

Jeremy's eyes lit with anger as he raised up on one elbow. "What do you mean?"

Emma cast her eyes at the floor, "Jeremy I have been off birth control pills since a year after Oops was born."

Jeremy got off the bed and grabbed Emma. A minute later he had her on the bed in her back. Jeremy was taking her with the violence and force of a rape. Emma was enjoying it but hoped that Jeremy was not too angry. When Jeremy had filled his wife with the third load of semen he rolled off to hold her.

Emma caught her breath before kissing him. "Would it be that bad if I was pregnant again?' she asked. 

Jeremy still had a little anger in his eyes. Emma wondered what he would say. He didn't make her wait long. "Emma you go to the doctor as soon as you can get in. I want to know if there is any danger for you or the child if you were to get pregnant. I just worry about you."

Emma sighed with relief, "I thought you were mad."

"I am mad, extremely angry as a matter of fact. I see I have failed you. I didn't even know you weren't on any birth control. I'm your husband I should know these things; if by no other way than impregnating you." 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, it was that I was having side effects. And we..."

"Well Mrs. Emma Parker I will tell you that I will be more frequently indulging in our marital privilege."

"Oh god, do you always have to be so legal, so clinical? Can't you just say you will fuck me more often?"

"You know you haven't had it up your ass in a while."

"Please not that now, I want you in my pussy. And I didn't prepare for that. I will though, for you on Friday. That will give you something to look forward to." Emma offered. 

Jeremy was happy just for one more round of missionary sex, and oh how good that was. Emma was weak in the knees when she walked back to escort Oops home after the party. 

Later that night Jeremy said, "Emma do you need the strap for vulgarity? Or maybe your mouth washed out?" Jeremy smiled, "With my cock? And yes I will be fucking you more often. And since you have been amply fucked already today I see no reason not to fuck you again. Now is that to your fancy Mrs. Parker?"

Emma smiled as she lay down beside him, "As long as you are the one to do it."

Tuesday night Mark was with Janet. They were at her house. Mark had brought in Chinese. The table was still a mess but both felt that could wait. Soon they were in the tub together. Both used the excuse of washing the other's body to feel and probe their lover. 

Mark carried the naked body of Janet to the bed by 9 that night. He climbed on the bed and moved into position to place his mouth on her pussy. She tasted wonderful. As he enjoyed the treasure between her legs with his mouth, Janet moved to take him into her mouth. The 69 lasted till Mark filled Janet's mouth. Before that happened Janet had enjoyed two orgasms. 

Cuddling, the two whispered silly things in the other ear. That went on for a few minutes before Janet got up to fetch wine. Returning she sat on the bed with her legs crossed in Indian fashion. Mark joined her and sipped his wine. Suddenly he got a strange look on his face. Janet realized it and wondered what it was. Before she could ask he spoke. 

"Janet is that the same ring we were married with?"

Janet looked down and smiled filled with a warm feeling. "Yes it is."

"May I have it for a minute?" Mark asked. Janet was a little puzzled but slipped the ring from her finger and dropped it in the palm of his hand. As she did her eyes were locked on his. 

Mark took the rings and looked at them. Holding them at eye level he began his request. "Janet I want to ask you something, well really I want you to promise me something. If you do and ask me, I'll put the ring on your finger again. If you don't I will understand and give the rings back." Janet nodded as if to say, 'Go on'.

"Janet will you promise me that if I place this ring back on your finger that no matter what I have done, or how mad you are at me, you will talk to me about it first. I want to talk things out before they ever get out of hand."

Janet thought a moment. It was not that she was having problems with her answer, it was another issue. She felt honesty was the best course. After a pauses that worried Mark she replied, "Yes I will, but on one condition."

"What's that?" Mark asked.

Janet didn't answer, just jumped off the bed and disappeared into the darkness of the master bath. Mark could hear noise but he couldn't tell what she was doing. When she reappeared she had her left hand in a fist. Getting back on the bed she faced Mark. Janet held up a gold band. She let Mark get a good look at it. He realized she had gotten it out of the drawer where he left it those years ago. 

"Mark I will gladly answer yes to your question but...and here is my but. You have to let me put this ring on your finger with the promise that no matter what I have done, how angry you are at me. Rightfully or without reason, that you will never, and I mean never abandon me again. If you need space, I will accept that but you will always give me some way to contact you. Even if you aren't ready to talk to me at that moment, for I can't bear the thoughts of you leaving like that again."

Mark ducked his head in shame, "I will if you want me back," he uttered.

Janet kissed him and held out her finger. When Mark put it on her finger she repeated the promise. When she put the ring on Marks finger he made her requested promise. 

Both wearing rings Mark hugged Janet then pushed her back at arm's length. Looking her in the eye he said, "Grab some things, we're getting out of here." 

Mark dressed and joined Janet in her bedroom. Mark 'helped' her pack and was not neat about it. All he wanted was to grab her some sexy lingerie. It would be fun to unwrap Janet several times. 

Late Tuesday night Mark drove to the Bentley Imperial. Janet smiled remembering it was the hotel where they spent their honeymoon and had visited on Sunday. Many friends wondered why they didn't go to some exotic place such as Hawaii for a honeymoon. It wasn't the lack of money, it was just their preference. On a clear day they could see the mall where they met. Not the exact spot but the outline of the buildings. Each time Janet had driven by the hotel it brought back memories. For many years sad memories but this time it brought the special loving memories that had been too long hidden.

There was no valet for the car at that hour. They left the roadster at the front door. Walking in with just the small bag they approached the desk. On duty was Harold Braxton. He had worked at the Bentley for over 30 years and some might have guessed even longer than that. He was a tall gaunt man with white hair if one had a good imagination. It was not that Harold was bald, rather his hair was thinning to the point of disappearing. His face was chiseled and his prominent nose divided two small beady eyes. His thin lips were hidden by a white mustache that held more hair than the entirety of his head. Harold had never married, or more truthfully never taken a woman, for his love was the Bentley. The hotel was his 'wife' of sorts. Harold was as protective of 'The Hotel's', as he referred to the Bentley, reputation as any man was for his spouse. 

"May I help you?" Harold asked of the couple.

Janet spoke first, "Yes we need a room please." 

Harold smiled a bit for courtesy, but that vanished when Mark asked for the Bridal Suite. Trying to regain his smile Harold checked the computer. He already knew the suite was available, and would be for several days. But to him that suite was reserved for married people, more truthfully people legally married to one another. He felt the room would be defiled by a cheap affair. "I'm so sorry but that suite is not available, but we have several other rooms. 

Mark was disappointed but didn't let that affect his mood. "We'll take one then," he said.

"Very well sir if you will please sign the register I will see just what all we have. Let's see now we have a nice room with twin beds, will that do?" Harold asked.

"No king size or at least queen size?" Mark responded.

"I will check sir. Yes we have a room with two queen size beds if that will do?" 

"We won't need two beds, none with a single queen or king?" Mark questioned as Janet blushed just a little. 

"I will check sir. It seems we have one but it faces the back of the hotel, I'm afraid it has no view at all."

Janet smiled, "That'll be fine; we won't be looking out the window."

"I see, then it might be the room for you. It is well to the back of the hotel for more privacy." Harold mentioned. What he meant by that statement was they would not be as likely to embarrass the hotel should a jealous spouse arrive. With the location and the number system of the floor it would take a little time for someone not familiar with the hotel to locate. That would give sufficient time to warn the guests and aid in their escape. 

Janet began to register them. She however didn't have her ID with her, so she borrowed Mark's wallet. She smiled, her womanly ways were surfacing again. Janet would search the contents for any phone number that might be for a woman. In honesty she knew Mark had the right but she still wanted to know. 

Although Janet signed them in as Mr. and Mrs. Mark Parker, she had to use Mark's ID to verify the credit card. Harold's suspicions were justified when the driver's license was from Washington State. However the plates were Tennessee, a fact Harold had verified with a surveillance camera. 

Mark parked the car and came in the with the license number. It was needed to ensure the auto's parked in the garage were paying guests the clerk had informed them. By the time Mark was back Janet had them registered, all that was needed was Mark to sign the credit card slip. 

Given the key card the two walked away hand in hand. Harold began to type into the system. He wanted the credit card to be verified and he flagged to two. He found the couple already in the computer from Sunday's visit. A flag was used to indicate different levels of concern about a guest. There were several flags, one for a celebrity or politician, another for one suspected of some sort of fraud, and yet another for adulterous affairs. The flag on the Parker's was suspecting them to be cheating spouses. What that flag meant was their in-coming calls would be more scrupulously monitored. If it sounded like a spouse was on the way or some sort of detective to get the goods on the unfaithful husband or wife, the staff would whisk them away if possible. They wanted no violence or bad publicity. 

Mark was suspicious of the clerk. He showered first and as he waited for Janet to bathe and 'dress', if you call a see thru gown clothes, he called room service of champagne. With time on his hands he called the 800 number for the Bentley chain. Getting a sleepy sounding man he requested the Bridal Suite at the Bentley Imperial. He smiled when he made the reservation for the following day. The man did explain that Mark could have it only one night. It had been reserved for a honeymoon on Saturday. The Bentley policy required two days vacancy before it was rented again. That was for a full cleaning and airing of the suite. Mark thanked the man and hung up the phone. He hatched a plan. 

Janet came out of the bathroom. She as dressed in only the gown robe. Mark could see her body outline as she walked toward him with the light of the bathroom door behind her. She was beautify in his eyes. The gentle swing of her hips, the soft sway of her unrestrained breasts were intoxicating. The shape of her legs and the defined waist that accented her hips all added to his desire to possess her body and spirit. Most of all Mark wanted her to love him. 

Mark had been sitting on the bed as Janet approached. When she was close he reached around her waist and pulled her to him. Mark's face was against her stomach with his cheek on the soft material of the robe. Janet closed her eyes and let her hands rest on Mark's head. 

Mark released his hold on Janet's waist and brought his hands to the front of the robe. Slowly he opened the garment to let his lips touch the soft skin just above her pubic mound. With a light kiss Mark began to work his way to her wet lips. Janet closed her eyes and moaned. Mark fingers opened the swollen lips of Janet's sex like peddles of a flower. His tongue sought and found her hardened clit nub. Slowly he worked letting just the tip of his tongue brush the sensitive flesh. Mark felt Janet shiver and let out another moan. Moving his mouth down the folds of her sex Mark let his tongue enter the open of her pussy. He savored the taste of her natural flavor. The position was not comfortable for Mark but the reward was worth the strain on his neck. Burying his lips in the depth of her lips Mark began to suck the nectar for Janet's flower. 

Janet too was a little uncomfortable bending her knees forward to give Mark better access. She knew that her legs would give way soon. Reluctantly pulling away from her lover, Janet slipped the thin fabric off her shoulders. It took little effort on her part to get Mark on his back in the center of the bed. 




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Climbing on the bed Janet positioned one knee on each side of Mark. She relaxed her legs and let her pussy settle on Marks chest. She looked down into his eyes. His eyes were filled with lust. Truth be known, Janet's were also alight with the same emotion. Raising up just a little Janet leaned forward and put her hands on the top of the head board. Mark took advantage of her position and scooted down. When Janet looked down again Mark's face was between her legs. 

Closing her eyes she let her sex lips fall on his mouth. Mark was instantly busy licking and sucking on Janet with wild abandon. His hands reached up to knead her soft breast flesh as he enjoyed a privilege he had surely missed.

Janet was rocking her body so that her lips moved up and down Mark's face. Twice she flooded his mouth with the reward of her orgasm. When she reached her third she was so weak she had to lay down. Stretching out on the bed beside Mark, she pulled his mouth to hers. She wanted to kiss him and the fact where his mouth had just been didn't bother her in the least. In fact it only excited Janet that much more. 

"Mark if this is a dream I don't ever want to wake up. Make love to me please. Let me feel like we are one once again."

Mark was sporting an aching erection. He so wanted to mate with Janet, for he too felt that they were one body when he was inside her. Over the next hour they made love and enjoyed their bodies tangled together. They fell asleep on top of the bedding, still naked. They were exhausted but as happy as they had ever been. 

to be continued if there is interest 



Whose Fault Was It (Second Half) Ch. 03



Janet and Mark work things out 

Part 8 

The next morning they slept late. Mark was up first and ordered coffee. When Janet awoke she was covered. Mark had pulled the spread over her when he had gotten up. 

Janet sat up and looked around. When she saw Mark she smiled. "Glad last night wasn't a dream," she smiled. "What time is it?"

"Just about 8:30. I've called in and told them I'm taking the day off. I want you to do the same. We have several things to take care of today. I know they could wait but I don't want to. Now make your call please and get a shower while I order breakfast. 

When Janet was in the shower Mark called the front desk. He asked that whatever they left in the room be moved to the Bridal Suite. The girl checked their reservation but reminded him it was only for the night. That done Mark was transferred to room service. 

As Janet was showering a worried Hilda pulled into her daughter's drive. She had already called Janet's office and been told her daughter was not at work and had not called in. That worried Hilda. The fear that Janet had become the victim of some undesirable man was too much. She was going to check on her daughter. If she found her daughter had a man in the bedroom, Hilda would demand to meet him. She was a little relieved to see no strange car in the drive. 

Ringing the door bell three times with no answer, Hilda used her key to go inside. What she saw frightened her. There on the entrance table was Janet's purse and phone. Fearing the worst Hilda started to retreat and call the police. She would have but for the fear Janet was badly injured and the delay might be deadly. Hilda fought her panic and began to search the house. 

The breakfast table had plates with half eaten portions on them. The balance of the food was still in the paper take out container in the center of the table. That was something else to add to Hilda's anxiety. Janet was not one to leave a mess like that. Moving on to Janet's bedroom she saw the bed was neatly made but several drawers were half open like the place had been searched. Looking in Janet's bath room and finding it empty, Hilda searched the rest of the rooms. She had saved the master suite for last. It took all of Hilda's will power to step into that room.

The sight made Hilda break down. Through her tears she saw a messy bed; two wine glasses on the night stand. One glass empty, the other with lipstick on the rim was a quarter full. Hilda knew that Janet had not slept in this room since Mark had left. Even after the new furniture and remodel work, it was still not where Janet slept. 

Thinking she had no choice Hilda ventured deeper into the room. She looked for signs of a struggle or blood. Hilda saw none. She looked on the far side of the bed and even under it. No Janet. At the moment not finding her daughter was as bad as finding her. 

Into the master bath, Hilda didn't leave a stone unturned. She opened the door to the commode before heading into the walk in closet. There Hilda found a drawer open. It was the top drawer in one of the built in chests. It was empty but that didn't strike Hilda as unusual for most of this closet was empty. Janet just stored a few of her seasonal clothes in it. 

Finding no Janet, either alive or dead, Hilda walked back to the door leading to the garage. There she found Janet's Mercedes parked. Now it was time to panic. Wondering if she should call the police Hilda went to the kitchen phone. There on the counter under the cordless phone mount was a tablet. On the top page was written, 'call Emma P' with a telephone number written under it. 

Hilda picked up the phone and dialed the number. Emma was standing beside the phone about to call her doctor's office to make an appointment. She recognized the number and answered expecting Janet to be on the other end. "Hello stranger, been a long time," Emma said with a smile. 

"Hello, this is Hilda Emerson; I'm Janet Parker's mother. I'm trying to locate Janet. I fear something terrible has happened to her. I found your number by her phone. I was about to call the police. Please can you tell me where Janet is?"

"Mrs. Emerson, this is Emma Parker. I recognized the number but as you can tell I was thinking it was Janet on the line. Why do you want to call the police?"

"I don't know what else to do. Janet had taken up with some...some... man I guess. When I came to get her for church Sunday there was a car in the drive. It was a cheap plain white Ford, the kind a policeman or public servant might drive, but it had out of state plates. That might make him some kind of traveling salesman or maybe a man on the run. When Janet didn't come to the door I let myself in. She came out of the hall to the master bedroom in just a man's shirt. I meant that is all. It barely covered her and not with any modesty. Janet was very vague and sent me on. She promised to explain it all later."

"Did she?" Emma asked.

"No, that's the problem. I came back by after church just in time to see her leave with someone in a yellow sports convertible automobile. They zipped off so fast I couldn't catch up. I called several times Sunday night but got no answer. All I got on her cell phone too was the machine."

"But that was Sunday morning you say?" Emma was a little concerned. She had not made her call till Sunday at 10 a.m. And she knew Mark had a white Ford but the yellow sports car was news to her. Emma wanted to know more. "Go on why are you worried now?" 

"I call her first thing Monday morning. Janet is always early to work. She was late and when I did get thru to her about 11 she said she had a meeting and would explain it all later. She just said bye and hung up. Monday night she didn't answer the phone at home or her cell. I called Tuesday to her work and did barely get to talk with her again. She still refused to say anything to me about who she's seeing. I think she must be ashamed of him or her actions. I am just so worried. You hear of women that are lonely that men take advantage of. Now today, her secretary said Janet hadn't made it in and she hadn't heard for her either. I got no answer here today so I came over. And what I found confirmed my greatest fear."

"What did you find Mrs. Emerson?" Emma asked almost afraid of the answer. 

I found the door locked but Janet's purse and cell phone on the entrance table. Her car is in the garage. There was spoiled food on the table, a messy bed in the master bedroom, and Janet's room had been ransacked. I know someone has taken advantage of Janet. You don't think she's..." Hilda began to cry. 

"Mrs. Emerson I have a good idea what's going on but I'm not completely sure. Give me half an hour, if I can't find them you can call the police."

"Thank you Emma, that is all I know of you, but thank you all the same."

"Mrs. Emerson this is Emma Parker, Mark's sister."

That surprised Hilda for it was Jeremy, Emma's husband that had represented Mark in the divorce. But at that moment Hilda would have talked to the Devil himself to find out where her daughter was.

Emma called Jeremy. She asked first if Mark had a small yellow car. Jeremy confirmed that he had in fact purchased one but Jeremy hadn't seen it yet. Then she asked if Jeremy had heard from Mark today. Jeremy said that Mark had called to say he had a legal issue to handle. He had offered to help but Mark refused saying he would not be needed. Jeremy surmised that Mark was finally going to change his driver's license from Washington to Tennessee. 

Emma tried Mark's cell phone but got no answer. She tried his apartment but got nothing but voice mail. With the time about up Emma found and called one last number. If she had no luck there Emma would have to call Hilda and tell Janet's frantic mother all she knew. The phone rang and was answered, "Bentley Imperial Hotel, how may I direct your call?"

"I am trying to reach a Mark Parker, is he registered there?"

"One moment please," Emma could hear typing in the background, "Yes we have a Mr. and Mrs. Mark Parker as guest here. May I put you thru?" The clerk had seen the flag and knew what it meant. 

"Yes if you will, it is most urgent." The woman smiled and thought, yes bet it is, the jig is up. The clerk would listen long enough to make sure there was no threat to the hotel before she silently cleared off the line. But the room had no answer. Coming back on the line the clerk asked Emma to hold while she tried to locate the guests. Alerting the front desk the efficient crew found Mark and Janet on their way out of the hotel. 

A bell hop stopped Mark in the lobby and told him of the urgent phone call. He was directed to a private phone with Janet close behind. Picking up the line Mark was surprised. "This is Mark Parker."

"Mark this is Emma, I'm glad I found you, there's a problem."

"Emma how did you find me?" he asked.

"Mark that isn't important now, is Janet with you, and I mean right now?"

"Yes Emma, Janet's here." Mark replied as he looked at Janet. 

"Good, put her on the phone," then Emma added, "Please."

"Ok sure, here she is." Mark handed the phone to Janet.

Janet knew who it was and was just a little apprehensive, "Hello"

"Janet this is Emma, and I sure am glad I caught you two. You have a problem. Your mother is about to call the police. She thinks you have been kidnapped or killed. I promised her I would call her back in half an hour. That was 25 minutes ago. Now you have to promise to call her, because if you don't I will have to tell her where you are."

"Emma where is mother?" Janet asked.

Mark thought that Hilda was in a hospital or had been in an accident. He watched Janet closely.

"She called me from your house. You had left my number by your phone so out of desperation she called me. I'm glad in a way, otherwise she would have called the cops. Your face would be on the news by now."

"Thanks Emma, I owe you a lot. I'll call her and let her know I'm ok. If I miss her at the house I'll call her cell. And thanks again."

"It is the least a sister could do," Emma said before she realized they were no longer related by marriage. 

"Got to go if I'm going to catch mom before she calls the police. Bye Emma." Janet hung up and as she dialed the phone she explained to Mark as best she could the situation. 

The phone didn't ring on Janet's end before Hilda answered. "Mom, I'm sorry about worrying you but things have just been so hectic for the last few days." 

"Janet where are you? I've been worried sick. What are you trying to do to me! Why won't you tell me what you are doing? Your secretary won't say anything either."

"Mother I just spent the night in a hotel. It's a complicated story and I need to run. We have some things to do and I will see you tonight at home." As Janet said that, Marks shook his head then mouthed 'tomorrow night'.

"Make that tomorrow night mother."

"Janet what are you hiding. You not with a woman are you?" Hilda blurted out.

Janet had a good laugh, "No mother that's not it at all, but it might be just as surprising. Now I really have to go. Just trust me and know that I'm safer that I have been in a long time."

Hilda didn't want to take that answer but she had no choice. The call had come in as an unknown on the caller id. All the impatient mother could do was wait for Thursday. She hung up and was looking at the phone. Just then the phone rang again. This time it was Emma to make sure that Janet had indeed called. Emma was told that Janet had called but was still evasive. Hilda then pressed Emma. All she got was the promise to tell all she knew if Janet didn't follow thru on Thursday. 

When Emma hung up she called her doctor. She intended to do just as her husband had requested. 

Mark took Janet home. He sat her on her couch and knelt on the floor in front of her. Looking up with just a hint of fear in his eyes Mark began. "Janet I know what I did was wrong, not just with Jill but by leaving too. I should have stayed and tried to work it out. I ran because I thought I had lost you. I know what you did to your first husband when you found he had been unfaithful. I just couldn't face the idea of hearing you say it to me. I know that was wrong. I left for 9 ½ long years. Believe me the weight of them has been heavy on me for the last few days. I realize what I gave up. I might not deserve it but I want to ask you to remarry me."

Janet began to cry. Many years earlier she had given up hope of ever having Mark back. She too had felt the weight of her mistake. Janet didn't answer with words, instead she kissed Mark with all the passion in her soul. When she broke the kiss she held his head with her palms on his cheeks. "Yes Mark, you will never know how desperately I want just that."

An hour later they were purchasing the marriage license. Mark had to go by his apartment and get his voters registration to prove residency in Tennessee. With the paper in hand Mark asked her when she wanted to have the ceremony. Janet smiled and said, "Today! And I know who I want to marry us if he's still here."

"Don't we need a preacher?" Mark stammered.

"Or a Justice of the Peace, or a Judge. I know a judge that might do it now," Janet smiled. 

Checking with the clerk Janet found Judge Stone was still on the bench. His office was on the 6th floor. Janet led the way and almost begged the clerk to see the Judge. Finally the clerk relented and checked with the Judge Stone. All that Janet had told the women was she needed advice on her marriage.

When they were guided into the office Janet remembered it all too well. "Judge Stone I want to thank you for your time. You might not remember me but you presided over my divorce. I never forgot what you said."

"I'm sorry to say I don't remember the case Mrs. Parker, but please don't be offended. I have had far too many before my bench for that purpose. It is a product of our society it seems," the Judge lamented. 

"That is the reason we are here. We failed with our first attempt at marriage. We want, more correctly I want you to explain the full meaning to the vows. I believe neither of us really heard the words we recited." Janet smiled.

"Why do you say that?" Judge Stone asked. 

"During the proceeding you kept mentioning that people don't seem to listen to the vow, they just repeat the word. That made an impression on me, I realized I didn't really know what the vow said." Janet explained. 

The Judge rubbed his chin. "I am glad I made an impression on someone."

"What did you think of my concept young man?" Judge Stone asked of Mark.

"I am sorry, but I wasn't there. My brother Jeremy Parker represented me." Mark said as he hung his head down in shame.

"I believe I remember the case now that you mentioned Esquire Parker." 

Mark looked at the Judge, "Oh I guess it's just my age. I sometimes still refer to representatives of the law by the English title of 'Esquire', guess I am a relic." Judge Stone took a long look at Mark. "If I remember you left, more of a disappearance. I always wondered why. It has been how many years now?"

"About 9 ½ and do I call you Judge or Mr. Stone, or your Honor?" Mark questioned.

"I will answer to all. Nine years is a long time. May I be personal and ask if you were involved in some legal matter that required you do be incarcerated?" 

Mark again ducked his head, "No Judge Stone, I was working as a traveling salesman for a company out of Seattle. I can give you my old bosses name if you want to verify that. But I will say it seemed like a prison sentence."

"Mr. Parker, the reason for incarceration is for the person to reflect on their crime and learn from the experience of losing their freedoms. Since you said the time was like a jail term may I ask if you learned anything from that ordeal?"

"Judge Stone I learned a lot. And it really hit home when I saw in the flesh what I had lost." Mark said looking at Janet and taking her hand.

The Judge turned to Janet. "Mrs. Parker, I find it strange that a woman that uses the title of Mrs. is in my chambers seeking to be married. But I understand from the paper in front of me you are indeed single. So I will ask you the same question as I asked Mr. Parker. Did you learn anything for the experience?"

"Yes Your Honor, I did. I learned that...that I had to lose what was most valuable to really appreciate it. And I want you to explain in as much detail as you can the meaning and the intent of the marriage vow. If at the end of the explanation you feel either of us is not ready yet we will not ask you to perform the ceremony." 

"Very well, but I will start by saying this. I have a strong belief in GOD as creator of the universe and the ultimate judge of all of mankind. If you will allow me that I will begin."

Both Janet and Mark nodded. They held hands as the Judge explained the entire meaning of the vows. After an hour he was happy to perform the ceremony and pronounce them man and wife.

Mark asked what he owed the Judge. He smiled and said it was his pleasure, but they had best never be before his bench again unless it was for aid in retaining the marriage. Mark asked if the Judge was married. He smiled and said yes for almost 50 years. Mark's comment that his wife was a lucky lady drew the response that he, the Judge, that was the lucky one. However Mrs. Stone might have a different take on her luck of the draw. Mark left $300.00 on the Judge's desk. Judge Stone felt that might be too much. Mark responded that the Judge owned his wife the best dinner in town. The Judge accepted the money for that reason alone. 

The next stop was at Janet's jewelry store. Mark wanted to purchase her a new wedding band. She refused. Janet reasoned that if this ring had been good enough for the last 14 ½ years it was good enough for the next 15. A fast thinking jeweler wanting to make a sale offered a suggestion. "Why not purchase a 'Foundation Band' as he called it. Actually he had just invented the term. He explained it would be a new band that went under the original band. His sales pitch was they were popular with married couples that reaffirmed their vows in a ceremony. 

The crafty old jeweler sold them a white gold band with 15 diamonds on it. The largest stone was in the center of the ring. On each side were two rows of three smaller diamonds making thirteen in all. No one would buy a ring with 13 diamonds so he had added a stone on each end. These two were smaller than the center stone but larger than the doubles. The result was 15 diamonds. He now unloaded it for what he had in it. It was a win/win situation.

Mark had left to pay for the ring. Janet was standing with a very happy jeweler. "That looks so nice on your finger Mrs. Parker; it was just made for you." 

Janet looked at the three ring set on her finger and had to agree. Looking down into the counter Janet pointed to an item. "I want that. Can you give it to me quickly and bill me?"

The jeweler knew Janet well. She was a steady customer. The item was not all that expensive, it was an easy choice. 

Back in the car Janet looked at Mark. "Where to now Mr. Parker, home?"

"Not quite yet, Mrs. Parker." 

A few minutes later they were back at the Bentley Imperial. Mark went to the desk and was greeted by the same Harold Braxton. "Good evening sir, how may I help you this evening?' 

Mark smiled, "I would like the Bridal Suite please."

Harold smiled knowing it was reserved. "Sorry sir the Bridal Suite is reserved."

"It sure is and I'm the one that reserved it." Mark smiled.

Harold raised his eyebrows. He did check and see that in fact one Mark Parker did have the reservation. Trying to bluff Harold shook his head as if to say Mark was wrong. 

Mark smiled and leaned over the counter. "Mr. Braxton, may I call you Harold?"

"Yes sir if you wish."




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"Good Harold, because I think I know why you're trying to tell me the Bridal Suite is not held for us." Mark paused, "I have just spent several hours with a man that is every bit as sensitive to marriage as you Harold. That man is Judge Stone. He too is old fashioned. And I'm proud to be spending the night in a room that hasn't been desecrated by illicit sex. I thank you for being a man of principals. Now if I may borrow our Marriage License Mrs. Parker." Mark handed the document to the clerk. "I thank you Harold for not letting us have that suite last night, for we were not married then. I know the room will be much more special to us tonight."

Harold relented and accepted the words of Mark as the compliment they were truly meant to be.

On the way up to the 21 floor Mark didn't waste the privacy. He kissed his bride with all the passion he had stored for the last few years. He was light headed when the elevator stopped. Stepping off on the top floor the two were in a rather large enclave. There were 4 suites on the floor but the Bridal Suite was the largest and had a balcony that was hidden from all with the exception of maintenance workers on the roof or some sort of air craft. 

Mark took the key card from Janet and opened the door. If he had been questioned, Mark wouldn't have been able to testify to any changes in the room. Janet however would see the subtle changed in the décor but they were all minor. 

Janet started thru the door but Mark stopped her. Picking her up in his arms he carried her over the threshold. Setting her back on the floor inside the room he held her for a moment then explained. "Janet I intend to do this right this time. I want to follow all the traditions. If you want a big wedding we can do that too, it's just I wanted to have you as my wife before you had a chance to change your mind."

Janet kissed him. "Mark I have been waiting for you to come back to me since you left. I don't need a big wedding. We have already done that. I consider the ceremony we had today as nothing more than a reaffirmation of our original vows. I did enjoy and am glad Judge Stone took the time to explain the vows as he did. I listened this time."

Marked kissed his wife again, "It's time to consummate our marriage."

"Yes please, I want to be yours forever. But before we do I want to give you something." Janet smiled.

Mark looked at his wife and wondered what she had in store. 

"I want to mark you as mine." Janet handed Mark the gold chain she had selected at the jewelry store. Placing it around his neck she smiled at him. "I want to put something on you too, to be your foundation." 

Mark fingered the chain and smiled. "Now to consummate our marriage?"

Mark removed Janet's clothing as if they were gold plated. Taking care to place her clothes on a chair Mark enjoyed the task. When she was naked Mark stood back and drank in the sight. Janet was a little modest to his stare and tried to hide herself. She was not a young woman anymore and gravity had taken its toll in several places. But all in all she was an attractive woman even at the age of 52. And Janet nude was one of the most beautiful sights Mark could ever remember.

"Mark what are you looking at, I know I don't look like those girls in the magazines."

"Your right about that Janet, you are much more beautiful. I just can't believe I have you again in my life. I'm so lucky." Mark smiled.

Janet blushed an even deeper shade of red. She loved the compliment and prayed Mark meant only half of what he was saying. But that didn't matter right at that instant. It was their remarriage day. She moved to Mark and began to undress him. 

In the bed, laying on a large satin comforter they began to pet in earnest. They kissed and explored each other like they had just met. Janet felt and measured the weight of Marks balls with her hands while Mark did the same in affect with Janet's breasts. Not only did he feel her warm soft breasts but he sucked Janet's hard nipples. All of that stoked the fires in her soul. It was also doing the same for Mark. When they could stand no more Mark climbed between Janet's legs and entered her with one smooth movement. Both sighed with his entry. Mark held Janet tight for just a moment not wanting the feeling to end. 

Janet on the other hand wanted to feel Mark fill her with his seed. That feeling was almost as fulfilling as her orgasm. With Janet's movements Mark began to make love slowly as he could. Again Mark wanted to prolong the wonderful feeling of being united with a Janet. 

As he progressed his passion took control. Soon they were in the wild throws of mad love making. Both thrashing about with uncontrolled gyrations and making a mess of the bed covers. Mark filled Janet with what felt like a gallon of life draining from him. He collapsed beside Janet and held her tight. He had never felt so close to her as he did at that moment. 

After a nap Mark ordered champagne. As they waited they showered. It was good to share such a small space with Janet. 

Mark had just ordered the champagne when Emma called the hotel again. She had not been able to find the couple and as a last resort she called the hotel. She was not surprised to find they were in the Bridal Suite but it didn't occur to Emma that the two had actually married. Emma thought to send champagne but found some was on the way. "What else special do you have to send up to the Bridal Suite?" Emma asked. 

"We have chocolate covered strawberries." 

"How many to an order?' Emma asked.

"The normal is 6. There are specially chosen and taste great."

"Can you send an order if I give you my credit card."

"Yes ma'am that will not be a problem."

"Make it a dozen, I am sure they'll enjoy them all."

"Yes ma'am but that are $35.00 per half dozen. Is that acceptable?"

"Sure my husband pays the bill." Emma laughed. After arranging the order she smiled. "I wonder how they will be eaten?" she asked herself out loud. She knew what she would do with them.

Out of the shower in the soft robes the hotel provided they waited for room service. The champagne and the strawberries arrived together.

Janet read the card. "Mark the strawberries are from Emma. Isn't she sweet?" 

Mark held up one of the berries. He looked at Janet. "Now what should I do with this one?" 

Janet blushed, "Mark, what are you thinking?"

"I'll show you in a minute. Now have a little bubbly so that I can take advantage of you."

When the bottle was empty Mark removed Janet's robe. The sun was setting and the light enchanting. With her on her back Mark dropped his robe and picked up a berry. "Now let me see what I can do with this." Mark lay cross the bed with is head by Janet's spread legs. Her lips were already glistening as Mark smiled up at her. Opening her folds with two fingers he rubbed the berry between her wet lips. Janet's body heat was melting the chocolate coating. Mark watched as the dark candy coated Janet's inner lips. When the berry had lost it coating Mark put it to his lips and bit it in half. He savored the taste of the Janet coated berry. Taking the remaining half of the berry Mark coated Janet's clit with the juice. He then ate the rest of the berry. 

"Now my love it is time to taste the combination of Janet, strawberry and chocolate. I think it might make it a new ice cream flavor." 

Janet rubbed the back of Mark's head and urged his mouth to her waiting pussy. She wanted to feel the excitement of married sex again. 

Mark went to work with his tongue. The taste was exquisite. He wished he could describe it and copy the flavor. Anytime he was in need of Janet he could pop a top and get a fix. 

Janet was pushing her open lips to Marks mouth. She locked her legs behind his back with her knees at the side of his head. She wanted to scream but fought the urge. As Mark worked Janet felt her body warm with passion and with actual body heat. She was in heaven and didn't want it to end. Mark was paying superb attention to Janet's G-Spot. Janet shuttered with waves of pleasure building toward another orgasm. It was torture, torn between wanting the feeling to last and wanting to go over the edge.

Mark was out of breath when Janet constricted on his body. He felt the strength of her legs on his head and the smothering effect of her sex locked on his mouth. In another moment his mouth was flooded with her orgasm. Mark was not in danger but was shocked by Janet's strength. When she relaxed it was as if she had swooned. She was not unconscious but not fully coherent either. 

When she came around she pulled Mark to her lips and kissed him all over his face. "Mark you have never made me cum that hard before. I don't know if my heart can stand another."

"I bet you can and I'm not finished with you yet Mrs. Parker. You know it's my privilege to enjoy sex with you now. We are legally married, that should at least make you mother feel better."



Whose Fault Was It (Second Half) Ch. 04



Part Nine 

Have to Face the Music 

Thursday was a busy day. Mark and Janet had to vacate the Bridal Suite but that was ok. They had enjoyed their time there but most of all they enjoyed being reunited as legal man and wife. Mark had gone to his apartment that morning and met some movers. They packed all his possessions and loaded them on a truck. There were three men in the group. Mark tossed the key to his roadster to the oldest of the crew. "Will you take my car too? After you unload my stuff, park it in the dive next to the garage. I would appreciate it."

After Mark made sure the furnished apartment was empty of his possessions and clean, he went to pay the final fees. Back in the Ford, Mark headed to their original business location. There he put a 'For Sale' sign on the dash of the Crown Victoria and went inside to leave the keys. Mark was back at work now. He would drive the company Hummer 2 that was painted with the company logo. It was a moving billboard. Mark wasn't crazy about driving the vehicle he had dubbed the 'Bozomobile', but it was new and did help advertise their locations. Mark was above all a businessman and knew that their livelihood depended on customers, both repeat and new. He would smile and drive the outlandish vehicle if it paid his salary. 

While Mark was moving and clearing out of his apartment Janet had been at work for several hours. She had beat Lu to the office by an hour. Her secretary smiled as she walked in Janet's office to see her friend and boss busy. Janet had not noticed Lu's entrance till she was asked if she wanted fresh coffee. Looking up she stopped work for a minute. "That would be great. I've been here several hours, I need the lift. When you fill my cup you better get yourself a cup. I have some things I want you to do for me. I'm pressed for time today."

"Sure boss, it's good to have you back. I was worried about you for a while. Wondered what had happened to the woman I use to know. I even had a thought you had be abducted by aliens."

"Not hardly Lu, much better than that I assure you!" Janet smiled. 

"Damn Janet you look like...where were you last night? I mean if that BOB you got is that good, I got to have me one." Lu joked trying to get a confession. 

Janet smiled even bigger. "Guess I've been a little crazy but a girl gets to be crazy before she gets married."

That stunned Lu. In all the time she had known Janet Parker she had never heard Janet mention marriage for herself other than past tense. "He proposed? The guy at the mall actually proposed? And you said yes?"

"That's about it. He knelt down on one knee. It was so...like a fairy tale to me."

"Wait a minute, you accepted a proposal from a man you met at the mall. You have known him 5 day now, you are about to get hitched to him?"

"Not actually, Lu."

"But you said you accepted his proposal. Now you say you aren't going to marry him?"

"No Lu I can't, well I could, but that wouldn't make any difference."

"Janet Parker, what have you been drinking?"

"I want you to be the first to know, well the first here at the office to know. I am now Mrs. Mark R. Parker!" Janet beamed.

"Janet you have called yourself Mrs. Parker for as long as I've known you! Now what gives?"

"Lu, I married Mark yesterday. We spent last night at the Bentley Imperial in the Bridal Suite."

"Janet you are telling me you met a man named Parker, he proposed, the two of you got married yesterday?"

"Exactly Lu, it was like a dream, you see we spent our honeymoon at the Bentley Imperial."

"Yes so you said, in the Bridal Suite, and with a man named Parker. You know what that sounds like?"

"What Lu, tell me."Janet giggled. 

"I believe that Franklin Roosevelt married his cousin Eleanor Roosevelt. When they asked her about it she said it was so she didn't have to change the monograms on her hankies."

"I didn't know that Lu."

"See Janet if you are telling me the truth, you married another man named Parker, you won't have to change your business cards. When were you thinking about the ceremony? A fall wedding?" 

"No done that, we were married yesterday." Janet said as she held her hand up for Lu to see her wedding ring finger.

Lu looked at the ring she had seen many times. She was wondering what had gotten into Janet. And how would she allow the bum to get out of buying her a wedding ring. But the ring was different. She noticed the third band. 

"You like it Lu? The jeweler said it is a 'Foundation Band'. I never heard of them but I like it."

"What you call it? A 'Foundation Band'? What's it for? That's your old ring. You married a man and you used the old ring? I don't think I know this Janet. Where is my old boss?"

"Lu sit down. I am so excited, let me tell you what happened. You know I was divorced. My husband left me 9 ½ years ago. I had not heard from him since he left. His brother handled the divorce for him. And Jeremy's an asshole. But let me back up. Last Saturday was the 15th anniversary of the day I met my husband Mark."

"Your new husband?" 

"No Lu, just listen. Yes...well no.. 15 years ago Saturday I met Mark, ok my prior husband." Lu started to speak but Janet held up her hand. "Mark had stolen a parking space at the mall from me. I confronted him over it. He gave it to me if I would meet him for coffee. We had coffee and 6 months later we were married."

"But that was 15 years ago." Lu asked puzzled.

"Yes it was 15 years ago last Saturday. Then last Saturday I was at the mall, and this little yellow car stole my parking space again. It was 15 years to the day. I got out to confront the jerk. And who was in that car?"

"Janet you got me so confused that I can't even guess."

"It was Mark Parker, the same Mark Parker that had stolen my parking space 15 years earlier. I hadn't seen Mark in over 9 years." Janet smiled.

The light went on. "You married the same man?"

"Yes I did. He proposed and everything. It has been such a dream, I haven't told my mother yet."

"I guess it makes sense. Now I can see why the same wedding ring. But I'd made him buy me a bigger one."

"Lu he offered, but I have warn this ring for 15 years and just can't bear to part with it. After the divorce I tried to trade it off but it wasn't in me. I always prayed Mark would return to me. I guess prayers are answered. Now help me get all this done, I have to leave at noon to get Mark's things moved in. Then I have to face my mother this evening. I have put that off too long."

Mark had started his day just a little before noon. Janet had ended hers about the same time. She wanted to be home to let the movers in. Really all she wanted them to do was to put Mark's clothing in the master closet and all the other things in the garage. And to make the move complete, Janet had the men move her clothing, with the exception of lingerie, into the closet with Marks. There was no way she would sleep in the guest room ever again. 

Janet used Mark's check book to pay the movers and as he had asked she gave them all a tip. With the BMW in the drive pulled up to the side of the garage used for storage all was ready for the evening. Janet was not looking forward to telling her mother she had remarried Mark. It was not that she thought her mother would object, more that Hilda would be hurt and angry that it had taken so long for her daughter to fess up. Janet wanted to tell her mother that it was Mark in the master bedroom last Sunday morning but she was afraid that it wouldn't last. Not that she didn't trust Mark's intentions, it was just too good to be true. And it is said that something too good to be true was most likely not true. 

It was unbelievable to Janet that they would meet the say way 15 years to the day after their first encounter. The nagging doubt that it was a set up to get even was there in those first hours. Now it made her feel a little ashamed, but Janet got a warm feeling between her legs thinking of their private time. So the wrath of her mother was a small price to pay. Looking at the ring Janet now called her "Marriage Foundation" she couldn't believe her luck. Mark had wanted her back as desperately as she had wanted him. The years that had pasted were just the 'prison sentence' both had had to pay for their indiscretion. 

The move had made Janet work up a sweat. She showered and dressed casually for the meeting with her mother. Looking at the clock she just had time to do her makeup and fix her hair. She wasn't worried about looking good for her mother, it was Mark that Janet wanted to please. 

Mark was on his way home. How good it felt to have a 'home'. Not a house structure, but a home with one he loved waiting for him. Janet had called and threatened him if he was not home by 5:30. Hilda was due at 6 and Janet didn't want to face her alone. Janet's fear was her mother would think she was delusional. Not believe Mark was back. Think she was on drugs. Janet's mother had made it plain she had serious questions about her daughter's behavior. 

What Janet didn't know was that Hilda had called for Janet at her office earlier that day to speak with her daughter. The receptionist said they were giving Janet a little party to celebrate her marriage. The news had traveled like wild fire that Janet had married it seemed. There was more than one conversation as to what the fellow must be like. The receptionist didn't know that is was Janet's mother that was learning from her of Janet's marriage. 

Hilda could wait no longer. She intended to confront Janet and put an end to this foolishness. A good lawyer could get the marriage annulled. That was on her mind as she drove toward her daughter's home. Hilda would have been an hour early if it hadn't been for the flat tire. Hilda was standing by the left front fender looking and her problem. She wondered if AAA would have service close by. 

Mark drove by and noticed the lady in distress. He looked at his watch and knew he had the time to help and still make it home before the deadline. Turing around Mark headed back. As he drove by that time he thought he recognized the woman. Making another U-Turn well past the downed Mercedes her pulled in behind the vehicle and turned on the flashers. 

Hilda had noticed the vehicle and looked at it intently. The wild paint job caught her eye more than the man that stepped out. Walking toward Hilda, Mark began to smile. "Hilda Emerson is that you?" he asked.

"Yes," Hilda responded as she looked at the vaguely familiar man. After a few seconds she frowned. 

The frown Mark thought was for him. Hilda must be holding a grudge. But that was not the case at all, for she did not recognize him. After a moment of concentration Hilda said, "I'm so sorry but I just can't place a name with your face. I am ashamed to say you have the better of me."

Mark smiled, she hadn't recognized him at that point. "That's alright Mrs. Emerson; it has been a long time."

"I am so embarrassed; would you help me with your name?" 

"I'm Mark Parker, your one time son," Mark said as he watched her expression.

Hilda stammered, "Ah..ah...yes I recognize you now." After a short silence as she collected her wits Hilda asked, "How have you been Mark, it has been a long time."

"Yes it has and I hope you're not too angry at me. But in any case I'll change your flat if you want me to."

Hilda had forgotten her flat. "Yes if you would, I'm going...to an appointment and I don't wish to be late."

Mark decided to let Hilda off the hook. She had something else on her mind; that was obvious. And Mark thought he had added just a little to an uncomfortable mix. If he had worried the strain would have been unhealthy Mark would have confessed. 

When he was putting the flat tire into the trunk of the car Hilda stood beside him. She was looking at his vehicle.

Mark smiled big, "Yes I know it looks ridiculous, but they say it helps advertise the service. I wanted to drive my own car but the boss wanted me to use this one. I call it the 'Bozomoblile' because of the loud colors."

"Like Bozo the Clown?" 

"I'm glad someone knows who Bozo is. The kids in the shop never heard of him. Made me feel real old." Mark laughed. 

"Then you are back in town? How long have you been back?" Hilda questioned. 

"About 6 months, got this job. Brother helped me find it. I have been traveling for the last 9 years and was tired of it. Am glad to have a place to hang my hat now."

"Mark it is good to see you. I was so shocked when you left. Janet,...well I never found the reason."

Mark smiled, "That was all long ago, best forgotten. Now guess I had better get you on your way. Don't' want you late."

Hilda frowned thinking of where she was going. Mark interrupted her thoughts. "This is the old neighborhood. I'm close, think I'll drive by the old house."

Hilda was at a loss of what to say. She was headed there now. What might Mark think if she had hidden that from him? "Oh, it's probably about the same. Been some people moved out and new ones came in. But guess that's life. Things always change. Now I do have to run. It is nice to see you again. And you were most kind to stop and help me. Do I owe you any money, a service call?"

"No not at all, I would have done it for anyone but I am glad it was you Hilda. I always remembered you as my favorite mother."

"You are married now?" Hilda asked looking at his ring.

"Yes ma'am sure am, and you're still my favorite mother."

Mark had not brought up Janet's name and noted that Hilda had only once. And it seemed she regretted that. "Think I will drive by. Janet still live there?"

"Yes she does Mark, but...she hasn't been feeling well lately. Something serious I believe."

"Well now that I'm married it would be nice to see her. Think I'll drive by tonight just to see the old place. Who knows she might be in the dive and I can say 'hi' to her." 

"Mark I am afraid that wouldn't be good right now. Janet is really under the weather."

"I'm sorry to hear that Hilda. Well I guess you had best get to your appointment. If you need an oil change or service drop by." Mark said as he closed the door for Hilda after she had gotten into her Mercedes. 

Hilda wasted no time starting the car and heading out. Mark grinned. He wondered why he hadn't confessed and put Hilda at ease. Maybe it was because he knew that Hilda hadn't yet find out about their marriage from Janet. And Mark wanted to give Janet the 'privilege' of telling her mother. 

Following close behind Hilda, Mark drove to Janet's house. It was now his home too. Hilda pulled in the drive and was getting out when she saw that Mark had followed her. "Just thought I would take a look at the old house. Janet still lives here?"

"Well yes but,... really this isn't a good time. Janet is feeling poorly."

"Nice car." Mark said pointing to the yellow roadster. "Janet's?"

"Well I really don't know. I don't think so. Now Mark it was nice to see you but I'm sure you have some place to go. I'll tell Janet I saw you." Hilda just wanted Mark to go.

"Ok, guess I should, but it would be nice to see Janet."

"Not today!" Hilda snapped remembering why she was there.

"Ok, ok, I see I'm not welcome." Marks said acting hurt.

"I apologize, but I have a serious matter to discuss with Janet that is very personal."

"No apology needed Hilda; maybe I'll see you again." Mark walked to his truck and started the engine. He was two doors up the street before Hilda rang the bell. 

Janet came to the door. "Mother you are early, and my hus...I wanted you to meet someone."

"Janet were you about to say 'your husband' wasn't here yet?"

Janet looked at Hilda. "So you know already?"

"Yes I know you're married without even telling me, much less letting me meet the man. What is wrong with you?"

"Mother, don't be difficult. That is the exact reason I didn't try to discuss this with you. You can be unfair sometimes."

"Unfair? Unfair you say. It was me that had to learn of my daughter's marriage from some teenager on the phone!"

"Teenager mother? Who told you I was married?"

"It was the girl that answers your phone at work."

"Mother Lu is not a teenager. I must say you are a drama queen tonight." Janet looked at the door. Damn Mark, he should be here for this. But he still had five minutes before he was late, but damn it, Hilda was early. "Mother I have to turn off my curling iron. And we need to wait on someone. I want him here to face you."

"Face me, my goodness Janet. What do you mean by that?"

"Just what it sounds like mother. I want that man here to face the music with me!"

"Janet, no!" Hilda put her hand to her mouth. "Janet you didn't have to get married did you?"

Janet laughed as she understood the question. She was 52, almost 53 and being pregnant was not a real worry for her, or so she hoped. Mark had not used a condom and she was not on the pill. But the doctor said she was past those years when he took her off birth control. "No mother I am not pregnant. I have been exposed, but that's not the case."

"Janet don't make light of....of your sexual shenanigans! You should be ashamed of yourself bringing a man into the house and just...well it isn't proper."

"Where is that man, he has 2 minutes, then he'll be in as big a trouble as he can ever imagine!" Janet said to herself more than her mom. "Let me turn off my curling iron before I burn the house down and we have to talk in the street." Janet turned and left. 

Just as Janet disappeared down the hall Hilda heard a knock on the door. Without thinking she answered it. To her utter shock and disbelief Mark stood there. In a shushed tone Hilda scolded, "Mark you need to go now!"

"But Mrs. Emerson I was in the area anyway and thought it would be nice to see Janet." Mark was enjoying Hilda's discomfort. 

"Mark that yellow car belongs to Janet's new husband. You do need to go, he's due any minute." 

Janet came around the corner and found her mother at the door. "Who's at the door mother?"

"Just a...someone asking directions dear."

Janet continued to the door. Stepping up behind her mother she saw Mark. Instantly she knew what was going on. She was a little amused but not all that much. "Mark Parker, just what are you doing?"

Hilda turned to look at her daughter. What could she say? 

"You should be ashamed of yourself Mark. Why are you tormenting like this?"

"Janet, it is good to see you again!" Mark smiled.

"Mother I have a confession to make; I want you to meet your new son with all his inappropriate behavior...sometimes." Janet said as she looked at her husband. 

"That is why I came but where...." then it dawned on Hilda. "Do you mean you're married to Mark?"

"Yes mother, I am afraid you will have to learn to put up with him all over again," Janet said as she stepped to Mark and kissed him. 

Hilda had a stern look on her face. Without thinking she swung her purse and hit Mark on the opposite shoulder from Janet. "Mark Parker why did you devil me that way! You could have told me when you changed my tire! And then to come to the door like you did!"

"Mom, I can call you mom again can't I?" Hilda didn't answer so he went on. "I told you! When you saw I was married, I told you that you were still my favorite mother, remember?"

Hilda's face soften into a smile then a laugh. "Why didn't you tell me Janet?"

"Mother it all happened so fast. And then when I thought about it, I wondered how you would react."

Hilda went to her daughter and hugged her. "Janet I am happy for you, I am even glad to see 'him' back. Was it Mark in the bedroom Sunday morning?"

"Guilty mom," Mark held up his hand.

"You will never know how close I came to marching in there and giving you both a piece of my mind. Maybe I should have. I might have been invited to the ceremony."




Whose Fault Was It (Second Half) Ch. 04



"Mother the ceremony was a little different. We both needed it and appreciated the man that did it for us. I think it was best that way."

"So who was driving that white... Ford?" 

"Mom, Ford is not a dirty word," Mark laughed. "And that was my car too. Now you see what I have to drive. Which would you want in front of your house?"

Hilda smiled, "Don't really know Mark, but is good to have you back." A moment later Hilda was hugging her 'new' son.

"Now that we have broken the news to you mother, do you want to go out to eat or cook here?"

Hilda stepped between Janet and Mark and hooked her arm thru theirs, "Let cook here tonight. We can do something quick and light. That way I can leave shortly, I am sure you want to be exposed again."

Janet blushed, "It was your term Janet," Hilda reminded her. Mark decided to get and explanation later. And after the term 'exposed' was explained, he told Janet about fixing the flat for Hilda. 

Whatever her intentions, Hilda stayed till past 11that evening. They were having a good time and all enjoyed the visit. Later that night in bed Mark told Janet he still hadn't broken the news to Jeremy. Emma knew but was not going to tell, saying that was Mark's duty. Mark had arranged to meet Jeremy and Emma for dinner tomorrow night. Friday would be a busy day then the dinner. Mark didn't look forward to it and neither did Janet. If there were any old wounds they were about to be reopened. 

Jeremy was not happy when he heard that Mark wanted to meet them over dinner. All he knew was Mark had an announcement to make. Jeremy feared that he was about to lose his brother and partner to the urge to travel. Emma assured her husband that was not the case. Jeremy asked how she knew but she would not say. 

Emma had begun preparing for the evening on Friday as soon as the house was empty that morning. She enjoyed a long bath taking the time to shave her legs and her sex. Emma even tried to save her ass, she wanted to feel every sensation. Next she used the syringe once to start the cleaning process. She had promised Jeremy 'special sex' Friday night which he had been denied Tuesday when he came home for her. Emma was a woman of her word. 

At noon Emma used the red bag so long stored in the bottom drawer for more preparation for the evenings after dinner fun. She repeated the process twice, adding to the volume each time. She felt wetness between her legs and fought the urge to finger her hard clit. Emma wanted to be as excited and anxious tonight as she could possibility be. With her system squeaky clean, Emma laid out her clothes and foundations. With that in place she left to have her hair fixed.

Emma was home by the time Oops came in from school. Her mother Annabel was there to take her granddaughter for a visit. Oops was to stay till Saturday afternoon. With Taylor gone on to a soccer tournament Emma and Jeremy would have the house to themselves. A thing that was most uncommon with the extent of their children's ages. 

Before she began to dress Emma went to the attic and collected two boxes. They were things that had not been used in many years. Adult toys that had collected dust since Oops had made her presents known. She felt a tingle in her sex as she opened the first box. Putting her hand in the container she retrieved the two items she wanted. Placing one of the items in the small purse she intended to carry Emma realized she would have to be careful and not open it where others might see. 

Emma was just pulling the thong up tight in her ass when Jeremy came in. She was enjoying the feeling. It had been a long time since they had played in this way. Looking over her shoulder she called to her husband. "Honey I laid out some clothes for you. If you will please use the shower in the guest room; I don't want the steam to ruin my hair. And I'm putting on my face."

Jeremy was aggravated but didn't argue. He was not mad that he had to use another shower. Jeremy's anger was anxiety over what Mark might want to tell him. He too had sensed the distant mood of his older brother. Jeremy wanted to blame the problem on his wife. 'If she just hadn't pressured him with all the blind dates,' he rationalized but knew better. Something else was wrong with his brother. What would it be that he wanted to tell? Something with his health maybe? But there were the flowers, and Emma knew something. Jeremy had pressed his wife as much as he dared but she had insisted that the news should come from Mark. Jeremy was out of the shower and was ready to inform his wife Emma, that if Mark was heading out again she would be the one running three oil change service locations. That was on the tip of his tongue when he walked into the master bath and saw Emma.

"Emma you look beautiful, can't we stay home. I'll just call Mark. Tell him you are sick or something," Jeremy offered. Emma was still putting on her makeup. She had her hair up showing her ears and the dangling earrings. She wore a strapless white up lift bra that make her breasts look luscious as they tried to spill over the tops of the cups. Emma's legs were encased in black stocking that accented the shape of her leg. The 4" heels she wore strapped at the ankle. The only two other item she wore were her garter belt and the tight thong panties. Both in black and contrasted so against her milky white skin. 

Being just out of the shower and still drying Jeremy's erection reared quickly. Emma was putting on her lipstick and let her eyes catch the sight before she shifted her eyes to her husband's. She made a show of putting on her lip liner forming her lips into a 'O'. When she had her lips glossy she let the tip of her tongue trace the edge. Jeremy wanted to pick her up and throw her on the bed. There he would take her like the wild man his pulse indicated. 

"Calm down big boy. We have to go out tonight, but you will be rewarded when we get back. Oops is at mom's and Taylor is in Memphis."

"You better order light and eat in a hurry then. I really don't want to go Emma."

"But Jeremy, it's for your bother. He wants to talk to you. Bet he will be in as big a hurry to leave as you."

Jeremy gave up the argument and dressed. When he was ready Emma walked out and smiled at him. All Jeremy could do was whistle. His wife of 25 years looked like she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. The green dress with thin straps showed enough of her breasts to make Jeremy lustful and jealous. 

All the way to the restaurant Emma was coy and flirtatious. She was not acting. Emma's mind was on the time she would share with her man when they got home. If Emma was lucky it would last till Saturday. Emma squirmed a little hoping she was not getting a wet spot on the back of her dress. But that was one of the reasons for her selection of the dark teal; it would not show a wet spot as easily as a lighter color. 

Jeremy felt the eyes of several men in the waiting room as they walked in. And he knew it was not him the men were admiring. When they gave their name the hostess led them into the dining room. Jeremy saw Mark. He had a date. What did that mean? The woman had her back to him so Jeremy could tell nothing more than she was well dressed and seemed attractive. When they approached Mark stood and embraced his brother. With the hug Jeremy could not see the woman's face till Mark let him go. 

Emma was beside Mark and asked, "Well don't I even rate a hug?" 

"Yes you do and a kiss on the cheek because you are a great sister."

As Mark hugged and kissed Emma, Jeremy got his first look at the woman. It was Janet. Mark was out with his ex-wife? Jeremy had long since forgotten any animosity for Janet. He had watched her on several occasions visiting Sarah. And he knew after all these years Janet still visited Sarah every Saturday. 

Janet didn't know how Jeremy would accept her. He had tried his best to keep her from visiting Sarah. It was Sarah that had put a stop to Jeremy's efforts. At that moment Janet hoped Jeremy hadn't taken that personally. 

Jeremy smiled, "Janet, good to see you." As she stood he stepped to her and hugged her. She was shocked, and Mark a little stunned. He had wanted to tell his brother face to face fearing a negative reaction. When Jeremy stepped back he said, "Janet I would have thought you would have better taste then to be seen with my big bother." With the tone of the words all knew he was jesting.

Emma hugged Janet and asked, "Janet will you go with me. I think I will need help. This dress is so tight." Janet took the cue. "Sure I'll need to go too."

The two Parker men watched their women head off. They were filled with pride to be with the two prettiest women in the place. 

"Now big brother what is the big news. And I'll warn you that I will be pissed if you want to head back out on the road."

Mark grinned, "Can't do that...wife won't let me." He looked at his brother to let that soak in. 

Jeremy looked Mark's left hand. Sure enough Mark was sporting wedding band. "Who's the unlucky girl?" Jeremy asked before it dawned on him. "Janet? You married Janet. Again?" Not an angry question just one out of surprise. 

"Yes she took me back it seems. Guess she is just a glutton for punishment."

"That calls for some champagne. Waiter!" Jeremy ordered the sparkling wine. As they waited Jeremy was so relieved and he told Mark of all the things he had expected. Never had he even considered Mark being remarried. All things in the past were past, not hard feeling on his side. Jeremy started to tell of Janet and Sarah but the girls were heading back. 

Emma didn't need any help in the ladies room but Janet knew that. As they gave the men time to talk Emma got the story of how Janet and Mark had gotten together without her help. She loved the story. Janet found why Emma had made the suggestion. Mark had been moping for several months. It started when he had seen Janet coming out of the Manor on his way to visit Sarah. Janet had not noticed the white Ford and walked by it on the driver's side. If she had looked she would have seen Mark. He however had noticed her. And most of all Mark noticed the wedding ring on her finger. He had no way of knowing it was the very ring she had worn since their wedding. 

Emma said Mark just kept getting worse so she had done some checking. With the aid of some friends in her social circle, Emma found Janet was not married and she still used the name Parker. It was easy to see Janet still lived in the house and had the same phone number. With a little more prying and spying Emma determined that Janet had no steady. So seeing the pain in her brother Emma made the call, the call that was about a day late. 

Janet confessed she was afraid of how Jeremy would take the news. "I know what you mean, Parker men can be a real 'pain in the ass' some times." Little did Janet realize what that statement meant but agreed. "Yes Mark had been a pain for me there too." Janet then realized what she had said and how it could be taken. Both women blushed. Each wondered if the other Parker man had violated their bride in that way. Janet just knew she enjoyed Mark when he did. 

Still Janet was grateful for the call and told Emma so. The two women exchanged kisses on their cheek and were glad to be family again. 

The champagne was at the table when Emma and Janet returned. The men stood and helped their wives with their chairs. All seated Jeremy made a toast, "To the two prettiest women in the restaurant, and they are both have the Parker name!" 

The evening went well with all uneasiness disappearing quickly. It was good to have harmony in their family again. 

When they parted at the restaurant Jeremy helped Emma in the car. He smiled at her and she gave him a wink. That made Jeremy more interested in getting home. As they drove away Emma turned in her seat and looked at her husband. "I guess you know we can have the house to ourselves till late tomorrow if we want."

Jeremy smiled, "How did you arrange that my beautiful wife?"

"Oops is at mom's and will be there till I call. Taylor is playing soccer in Memphis. He is not due home till Sunday. And since Josh has that new love interest he hasn't come home. I wonder if he has conned her into doing his laundry?" Emma laughed.  

"The laundry doesn't worry me Emma. I am more concerned in what else he might have persuaded her to do?" Jeremy offered.

"Well Josh is your son."

"What does that mean Emma?" Jeremy asked but not in a harsh tone.

"I just remember what his father persuaded me to do when I was that age. Do you remember?" Emma asked with a big smile. 

Jeremy didn't want to answer but those things were on his mind. "That aside just when did you know that Mark and Janet were back together?"

"I had a strong suspicion on Tuesday. You remember the two flower arrangements? The ones you came home to see. And then you seemed to have had other things on your mind?"

"I remember, I knew one was from Mark but the other. I wouldn't have ever guessed the 'number' you gave out was hers." 

"I had called Mark to give him Janet's number. I knew he was not happy and thought I would mettle a bit."

"So you are guilty! But when did you know they were married?"

"I found out on Thursday when I call the hotel."

"I see so you lied to me when you told me you didn't know what Mark wanted. You let me worry for nothing?"

"Am I guilty for not telling you something I hadn't verified? I might have been spreading gossip," Emma put up a mock defense. 

"You lied by omission. You should have told me what you knew. And you could have told me who the second arrangement was from. I think you need some serious discipline!" Jeremy said with mock anger.

Emma put up her hands, "I guess if you think so I will have to surrender to your custody while you investigate." As she said that Emma took the pair of handcuffs from her small purse. 

Jeremy saw the cuffs. He almost lost control of the car. Seeing his wife's intentions he pulled to the side of the street. "I see you know how serious this is then." 

"Yes Mr. Parker, I do know that I might have acted improperly. I understand the issue must be promptly dealt with to ensure it doesn't happen again." Emma said as she handed the cuffs to her husband. 

"I am glad you are co-operating. Now undo your safety belt and turn around. These must go behind your back."

Emma pouted, "Can't you just cuff my hands in front of me?"

"No my sweet Emma, it is best that I make sure I will have full control of you while I try to drive. It is a matter of police procedure. It is for our safety."

Emma knew that was not the case but she submitted to his demand. With wrists secured behind her back, Jeremy put in back in her seat and fastened her seat belt. "I know that is not comfortable but I assure you it was necessary."

"Yes sir, I understand. I have not done as I should have and will have to reap the consequences."

"I see you understand the gravity of the situation. I want to make you remember this night. It is for your own good."

Emma just nodded as she felt a warmth between her legs. And each bump in the road stimulated her a little more. She was thankful that Mark and Janet were as anxious to have privacy as she was and had left quickly after the meal. 

The balance of the ride home was uncomfortable for Emma but she didn't mind at all. Parking in the drive Jeremy helped Emma out and escorted her to the house. Being handcuffed in public added to the thrill for Emma, but for Jeremy it was the desire to have Emma alone that made him not wish to waste the time removing the cuffs. 

With the darkness it was unlikely any of the neighbors noticed that Emma was cuffed but she blushed thinking of how she would explain it if asked. 

Inside the door Jeremy pushed Emma against the nearest wall and began to kiss her. His hand roamed her now defenseless body. Jeremy pulled Emma's dress skirt up to where his hands could feel her sex. The wetness of the thong material only made him kiss her harder. 

Jeremy was more than ready to take Emma to the bedroom. He put one hand in her hair and pulled her head back to kiss her one more time before using his grip to guide her away. She yelped. Jeremy let her go immediately. "Did I hurt you Emma?" he asked with concern.

"Yes you did, and it felt good. If you go too far you remember my 'safe word' don't you?"

Jeremy thought a minute, "Odom"? He repeated.

"Yes, that's it. Don't stop till I use it. I need this tonight. I've been bad and want to be punished."

Jeremy stepped right back into character. "Emma you have not been a proper wife. You have many shortcomings that I have neglected too long. Since we have the proper privacy I think now is the time to administer the proper discipline."

Emma stepped up and put her clothed breasts against Jeremy and rubbed against him as best she could while kissing him wildly. "Yes I know I have been bad, and I deserve all you will give me."

Taking another handful of hair Jeremy guided his willing wife to the master bedroom. There on the bed lay all the sexual toys of their youth. His eyes lit up with excitement and Emma's with joy. 

Emma was still wearing the cuffs, securing her hands behind her back. Jeremy looked at the situation. He wanted his wife at that moment. "We need to get you ready for your punishment. Need bear skin to really express the lesson." Jeremy began by unzipping the back of Emma's dress. He found the straps could be released at the back. With the two shoulder straps out of the way the dress fell to the floor at Emma's heeled feet. Jeremy took in the sight of Emma standing there. The bra held her breasts. He watched as they moved up and down with each of her excited breaths. 

Jeremy admired the lovely tummy of his wife. True it had just a little roll of fat and showed stretch marks but it only reminded him of the fun they enjoyed creating their children. Looking a little lower Jeremy saw Emma's sex covered with the small triangle of black cloth that was the front of her thong. The black garter wrapped around her waist before extending down to the retainers for her black hose. All the visual stimulation brought even more desire. 

Stepping to Emma and pulled her body to his. He kissed her deeply. Emma responded by pushing her tongue into his mouth. Her breathing was rapid and shallow as she tangled her tongue with his. Emma wanted and needed her man. 

Jeremy led Emma to the side of the bed. He looked at all that was displayed there. His eyes fell on the flogger. Emma's eyes followed his. "Emma you need to taste the sting of the flogger. It has been too long and you have forgotten that I am the man of the house. I am the king of this castle. You are here to please me. You have displeased me on several occasions and I didn't take the time to correct you."

Emma looked into Jeremy's eyes with lust. "Please Mister Parker, punish me and show me I am the submissive one in this home. Discipline me with the love I know you have in your heart. Do that, then forgive me and allow me to serve you as a woman serves a man. Fills all his needs. It is his pleasure not hers that is the most important."

"I see you understand how it should be. Maybe it is me that has forgotten and neglected my duties. I will assure you that will not be the case in the future." Jeremy looked at his wife as he reached behind her and released her strapless bra. The stiff half cupped garment dropped to the floor. Jeremy bent and kissed both of Emma's breasts. He then picked up the flogger. Holding Emma in place with another handful of hair Jeremy began to lightly frail the tender breasts before him. Emma sucked in her breath with the sensation. She flinched with one of the leather straps found one of her nipples but the feeling was more like an electrical tingle than pain. 




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Jeremy worked the soft leather strips all across the front of Emma. When he was complete there were tears in her eyes and pink stripes on her breasts, chest, and stomach. Laying the flogger down Jeremy picked up the leather collar. "This will remind you who you belong to," he said as he put it in place and buckled it. Looking at his wife he picked up the leash. It had been years since Emma had felt these on her. The leash in place, Jeremy undressed. He placed his suit on the chair with Emma's dress he had picked up off the floor. 

"That was just the start. On your knees woman. You have a duty to perform," the naked Jeremy ordered.

Emma got to her knees with the help of her husband. He stepped one leg over the leash. Jeremy turned to point his hard member toward Emma's mouth. With the leash between his legs and running over the right cheek of his ass, Jeremy slowly pulled Emma toward him. With his left hand in her hair Jeremy guided her mouth on to his cock. Emma struggled a little but in truth she wanted him in her mouth at that moment. 

Jeremy pulled on Emma's hair as he pulled on the leash. When she had her nose in his crotch hair he looked down into her eyes. He could feel the gag reflex in Emma's throat and let off just a little on the leash that tethered her to him. It was just a short time before Jeremy was pouring cum down the willing throat of his wife. She held him in her mouth and sucked him clean before allowing his limp member to slip for her lips.

Jeremy looked down at his wife. "Emma that is what your mouth is supposed to do, not back talk me."

Emma looked up and whispered, "Yes sir, I understand I haven't been the proper wife. I love you for taking the time to correct me. It means you care."

"Now get up so I can proceed with more of what you need." Jeremy commanded as he pulled her to her feet by her hair. 

Emma moaned and groaned but didn't utter the word. She was being rewarded with the sexual treatment she had missed for 6 years. 

With Emma on her feet Jeremy began to remove her thong. That was when he found the plug Emma had inserted into her ass just before they went out. It had stimulated her all thru dinner and on the ride home. "What have we here Mrs. Parker?"

"Mr. Parker, I was not ready for you to have that special pleasure last Tuesday. I wanted to give you that prize tonight as part of my offering for my improper attitude."

"I see you do understand that you are here for my pleasure. I have the right to use you any way I wish. Your body if my toy."

"Yes sir, I remember that now, but it has been so long since I was reminded."

"Yes and that is fully my failure but tonight we will begin correcting that and I will endeavor to keep to the task." If Emma had not been so sexually excited she would have questioned and corrected his legalist terms. 

Leading Emma to the bed with the leash Jeremy bent her over the end. Kicking her legs apart Jeremy pushed on the plug embedded deep in Emma's back side. "I think I'll leave that in place for a while. I have another lesson to teach you Mrs. Parker." That said Jeremy picked up the riding crop from the bed. Emma's eyes widened. She had felt that before was remembered it well. Still she didn't want to break the mood. 

Jeremy stood to the side and teased the ass flesh of Emma by sawing the thin leather wrapped shaft across her stretched skin. Emma shifted her weight from leg to leg in anticipation of what was to come. More than once he drew it away only to place it against Emma again. When that first lash came it was a true surprise. Emma sucked in air and pushed her face in the bedding to stifle her scream. Jeremy continued till he had placed ten straight red whelps across her bottom. 

Emma was sobbing but it was not all from pain. She was enjoying it and the more Jeremy teased the more excited she became. The excitement was having an effect on Jeremy too. His erection was standing out once more. With no warning he stepped behind Emma as she stayed bent over the bed. With one quick hard thrust he filled her. Jeremy wanted her and began to thrust in and out as quickly as he could. He wanted to take her for his pleasure alone. He worked in and out of her wet hole and pounded his body into her sore striped ass. 

Emma was moaning, extracting all she could from the assault. She was enjoying the power and force her husband was using on her. Emma had not felt that for too long a time. She managed a terrific orgasm as Jeremy took her. 

Pulling out he looked at the swollen and cum covered lips of his wife. She was breathing hard with her face out of the bedding. She was pointing at the head of the bed but couldn't see it because her eyes were closed. 

Standing Emma up Jeremy embraced her and kissed her deeply. The combination of the whipping and the 'rape' had make Emma weak. She placed her head on Jeremy's shoulder and would have hugged him if her arms had not been shackled. 

"Are you going to turn away from your improper path my dear wife?" Jeremy asked. 

"Yes Sir my loving husband. I will try to do better," Emma responded still in her part. 

"I will clear the bed and put you on it Emma. I then intend on working on your inner thighs. You will not be wearing shorts or short dresses for a while." 

Emma didn't worry about that. Jeremy had never marked her for more than 24 hours. "As I hide my shame under pants or long skirts I will remember the lesson given me by my loving husband."

In a few minutes Emma was on the bed with the three pillows under her belly. Jeremy was holding the leather strap in his hand. He slowly worked on the tinder skin of Emma's inner thighs between her knees and her pussy. He worked till the skin was bright pink and tinder. It was not that Jeremy used more force but just the skin there was much more tender then Emma's ass.

There were two reasons for his methodical actions. It was him trying to draw out the lashing as his erection reappeared. When it did Jeremy stopped. 

"Emma it is time for you to provide that special treat for me. I know you are more than ready." Jeremy pulled the plug from the grip of Emma's sphincter. Emma groaned for it had been in place for several hours. The plug she had used was not the largest in the collect they had, but it had stretched her opening. Jeremy watched as the opening winked at him. 

"Emma it is time for you to remember that you are for my pleasure." Jeremy climbed onto the bed and took his place between Emma's wide spread and stinging thighs. He knew he needed lube. Using his finger he lubed it in Emma's pussy. With his wet finger he probed Emma's ass and coated it as deeply as he could reach. Now it was time. In position Jeremy pushed first into her pussy then pulled out. Without hesitation he plunged into her anus. He pushed past her reluctant muscle ring and into her colon. Jeremy began to pump in and out of his submissive wife.

"Emma you need to understand that your ass is mine. Anytime I want it you had best not refuse. I wanted you last Tuesday but you forgot your place and said no. That won't be tolerated any more. Now I'm going to give you the ass fucking you so richly deserve."

"Yes...Yes...Fuck my ass...show me it is yours to use... fill me with cum...hurt me and make me feel I'm your property!"

Jeremy went wild. He hammered Emma's ass with all he had. He wanted to dump his seed in her ass and enjoy the special feeling of that hole. He had forgotten how much they both enjoyed it. When he did cum Emma had proceeded him twice. He pulled from her and helped her up. Jeremy removed all the toys save the hand cuffs. Placing Emma on the bed he unstrapped the heels and hose that she had worn thru the ordeal. Helping her under the covers he joined her. 

"Aren't you going to take the cuffs off?" she asked.

"No you will sleep in them tonight so you remember this night. I have some more planned for you tomorrow".

Emma didn't argue, she just got as comfortable as she could. She lay on her side and put her head on Jeremy's shoulder. Soon both were fast asleep. 

To be continued.... For those that want to see the conclusion



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Conclusion 

After the dinner with Emma and Jeremy, Mr. & Mrs. Mark Parker headed home. It didn't take long for the newlyweds to be ready for bed. Mark was on his back and Janet sat on his middle.

"Mark it is good to have you home!" Janet said looking down at her husband. 

Mark looked around and smiled, "Yes it is good to be back here with you in the house."

"Mark this house is not what I mean. You are inside me. You are truly home. It matters not what room we are in or the building. It is when you are inside me that I know you're home."

Mark reached to touch Janet, his hands finding her thighs on each side of his body. "I'm home then and I will never leave again, promise."

"Good, for my home fire is burning. I feel warm all over!" Janet moaned. 

"And you light my fire too, baby. I'm yours for as long as you'll have me," Mark whispered. 

Janet looked at Mark and with a twinkle in her eyes she repeated, "Till death do us part."

On Saturday morning Mark asked if they could ride together to 'The Manor'. Janet smiled and agreed. It was her day to visit Sarah. "I want to see Sarah today and tell her," Mark said. He at that point was thinking Janet visited another patient at the home. Janet on the other hand assumed that asking to ride together meant Mark knew it as Sarah she visited every Saturday. They took the Roadster and enjoyed the weather. Soon it would be too cold for the convertible. 

In the lobby, after they had signed in, Mark smiled and said Janet could see her friend while he looked for Sarah. Janet looked at the CD player in her hand and realized Mark didn't know. She smiled. Mark headed into the main lobby. He saw Sarah. Her face lit up. Mark walked toward her and bent to kiss her cheek. Standing up he looked at her and was about to break the news when Sarah began a girlish giggle. Mark had never heard that sound from Sarah before. Looking into her eyes he saw Sarah was looking at someone behind him. Turning he saw Janet standing there. Mark turned back to look at Sarah. She was still giggling. Janet stepped to her side and kissed her cheek. 

"Hi Sarah, see who I brought." Janet said.

Sarah giggled again, "eeeee ah toooodd uuuuddd seeee" 

Janet smiled, "Sarah, you knew all along Mark was back in town didn't you?" 

Sarah nodded her head as best she could and continued to smile. Janet kissed her again, "Sarah you are so special."

Mark realized Janet had been visiting Sarah when he saw her leave that Saturday. He had falsely assumed Janet knew another patient. If he had just come in that day and looked to see who Janet had come to visit. But he was too upset at that moment to think. And seeing Janet's wedding ring Mark would not have known what name to look for. But Janet was just leaving; she would have just singed out. Damn he felt dumb. 

Mark had not recovered from the realization that Janet and Sarah were close when a nurse approached. "Sarah, I see your two friends have finally arrived at the same time. I wondered when that would happen. It took longer than I guessed. Now you be good and be ready to eat today. We're having your favorite." The nurse then smiled and left. 

"Sarah, it sounds like they are having spaghetti today," Janet smiled. Sarah returned the smile.

Mark pushed Sarah to a private part of the garden. Janet started the music. The three enjoyed the weather, the music and just being together. Later Mark would watch Janet feed Sarah. That too was part of their time together. All that did was make Mark love Janet a little more and feel sorrow for all the lost years. 

When Annabel Odom brought Cody back to her daughters home she was greeted at the door by Emma. "How was Oops mother?"

"Emma, you know I prefer to call my granddaughter by her given name Cody. And Cody was delightful. She kept us spell bound with her stories of school." That said stepped to kiss Emma's cheek. Annabel pulled back with a serious expression. Looking at her daughter she took her finger and wiped a drop of whitish fluid from Emma's cheek. "You seem to have something on your cheek dear."

Emma turned red and couldn't look her mom in the eye. Annabel saw her discomfort. "Guess you had best get Cody settled in. I need to have a word with Jeremy if I may."

Emma had even more discomfort but felt it was best to let her mother have her way. Annabel was an attractive woman of 70 plus. She refused to say her age for the last 10 years. She had dark hair with the aid of a lot of salon appointments. She could have passed for a woman in her 50's if she tried. She had a slender figure with nice breasts that were kept in form by the most expensive of braziers. She wore well fitting fashions and always was in heels. She was a woman to speak her mind but could do so with tact and charm. 

Annabel went to find her son. Jeremy was in his study trying to act busy. Seeing his mother-in-law he stood to greet her. "Annabel how are you, you look lovely today."

Annabel smiled, "Don't try to charm me you devil." But Annabel was smiling as she walked toward Jeremy. When she approached her she kissed both of his cheeks. Stepping back, she had the evidence she needed. Not wanting to waste time she looked at Jeremy. Her son was trying to look innocent. "There was evidence on Emma that she had been servicing you just before I rang the door bell."

Jeremy didn't know what to say. Annabel went on, "And now I can tell you didn't seem to have reciprocated. Now I want to make sure my daughter is treated fairly. I will expect you to do the right thing. If you don't I will use the same tool I used those years ago."

Jeremy remembered exactly what Annabel was referring to. After less than 6 months of marriage Jeremy and Emma had engaged in a terrible fight. It lasted two days till Emma went home to her mother. Annabel was a woman that would not stand for that foolishness. She called Jeremy over and invited them both to the guest room where Emma was staying. Annabel began by telling both of them they were married and would have to work out their own problems, but since Emma had dragged her into it Annabel would settle this once and for all. 

Stunned by Annabel's words they watched the woman produce a ridding crop. With the power of her personal persuasion she had the two naked bent over the bed. She said they were both to blame and proceeded to thrash both of their upturned backsides. When Annabel finished she left the two to make up in their own way. They did. Jeremy and Emma didn't come out of the room for two day. Annabel made sure there was a tray of food by the door on occasion. It always disappeared. 

Annabel had only mentioned the event three other times since. Those three times were when Emma and Jeremy were at odds. Annabel's mention of intervention brought very special loving reconciliations between Emma and Jeremy. With the reminder today Jeremy realized just what a jewel Annabel was. 

"I assure you that Emma will get her due Annabel. I will have her call you if you wish!" Jeremy smiled.

"If you wish, I know you are a man of honor, but it will be good to let Emma know I still have her best interests at heart. Now since you have stirred needs in me, I will go and put Henry to work." Annabel smiled then added, "If I wasn't married and you weren't my son I would make you take care of the problem!" To that they both laughed. 

Later that evening after Oops was asleep Jeremy took Emma to bed. He positioned his wife comfortably with her back against the head board. He handed her the phone and told her to call her mother. Jeremy then climbed between her legs. Before the phone was ringing on the other end Jeremy was pleasing his wife orally. Emma had a slight tremble in her voice when she said hello to her mother. "Hello mother Jeremy said you needed to talk to me."

Annabel was in bed in almost the identical position. She was also enjoying the talent of her husband. "Yes dear I take it that Jeremy took my advice and offered you some retribution for all your previous efforts."

Emma began to get the idea. "Oh, what do you mean mother?"

"I smelled your husband on you this afternoon when I brought Cody home. And you had a little of him still on your cheek. I checked Jeremy and he didn't have evidence of fulfilling the same for you. I just suggested that if he didn't treat you right I might be forced to bend him over again."

"Mother you didn't. I mean that was a long time ago. And it is embarrassing for you to know all that happens between us."

"Oh dear it was you I was thinking of, well you and me. I hadn't enjoyed that in a while either. Your father is as busy as Jeremy is now I'll bet!"

"Mother, you mean you and father?"

"Well yes Emma, how do you think you came to be?" Annabel laughed then her voice became a moan. 

"Mother how...shame on you!" Emma said and then a wave of pleasure hit her. 

"Enjoy now Emma or I will bend you both over!" Annabel threatened. 

"Mother, how will I ever look dad in the face again?"

"Emma don't worry this is just between us girls. I have your dad trapped with my thighs and besides his hearing aids are out. He can't hear a bomb without them! Now I will be getting back to business and I think you had best do the same." Annabel hung up happy with what she was enjoying and happy her daughter was also getting some pleasure. 

Emma hung up the phone. Looking at Jeremy working, she smiled, "You know my dear husband, my mother does not approve of anal intercourse. If I told her what you did last night wonder what she might do?"

Jeremy rose up with a coating of juice from Emma's pussy on his face, "I don't know and I don't want to find out my dear wife. And she might do it to you too because I'll tell her you like it."

"Shame on you Jeremy, what would mother think of me if you said that?" Emma laughed. Jeremy went back to the business at hand. 

The next weekend Mark and Janet drove to Dayton. Allison had been prepared but still both Mark and Janet were a little apprehensive. Mark had only seen his grandchildren twice, being out of his daughter's life for the last 9 years. But all went well. Janet was happy to have the grandchild and Allison accepted Janet as her stepmother. Janet made a real connection with Kate. Mark smiled as he thought of what it would mean. Grandmother's love to shop for granddaughters. Mark was sure that Janet would make up for lost time. 

The weekend passed quickly and they headed home. They were driving Janet's Mercedes but still Janet leaned in close to Mark. He enjoyed her touch. "Mark I have a feeling there will be a lot of good come out of what we went thru."

Mark agreed and dove on toward Nashville. He smiled as Janet told him about his grandchildren, especially Kate

Three months later Jill Trenton brought her husband's Bentley for service. Jill would have preferred to take it to another location, but her husband had insisted. Raymond trusted the service at Mark's business. However Raymond had no idea of the connection between his wife Jill and Mark. If he had me might have changed his preference, but Jill was in no mood to confess to her husband. Raymond was the jealous type and had no reservation about divorce. Jill had been forced to sign a prenuptial and knew she would be out in the cold if it was even suspected she had been unfaithful. All her hopes were to outlive her husband. And that was a good possibility for Raymond Noel Trenton was 21 years older than Jill. 

On that morning Raymond that taken Jill's Lexus and left her to have his auto serviced. It was with reservation that Jill drove into Specialty Lube & Service. She didn't see the yellow roadster that she had noticed Mark driving. Feeling a little safer she waited for the attendant to take her order before she surrendered the key and headed for the waiting room. Jill had just got seated when the Bentley was pulled into one of the many service bays. Relaxing just a bit Jill looked for something to read. 

Just as Jill got interested in a magazine article she heard her named call. Looking up it was Mark. "Mrs. Trenton that's quite a car you got there."

Jill smiled at Mark. "It is actually my husbands. He had me bring it in. Raymond felt his golf was more important than brining it in himself. I wish he had not trusted me with the duty," Jill said with a sour tone. 

"Mrs. Trenton I'm afraid we don't have the proper oil filter in stock. I'll have to pick it up. It'll take about 20 extra minutes. If you want you can bring it back another time and I'll be sure we have everything we need."

With just as sour of expression Jill sighed, "No go ahead, please. The 20 minutes will not be as much a problem as Raymond finding I have not gotten his pride and joy serviced."

Mark nodded and left. Jill watched as Mark climbed into a wildly pained up SUV and pull away. She didn't feel any better but Jill didn't feel worse either. 

Just minutes later a black Mercedes pulled up. An attendant quickly arrived and took the key. The woman walked into the full waiting room. A man saw her standing and offered her his seat. The woman smiled and accepted after the man's offer. He had assured her his automobile would be out soon. 

Jill had noticed the woman come in. She couldn't believe her eyes. It was Janet. Jill felt a trickle of sweat down the small of her back. It had been a long time, perhaps Janet wouldn't recognize her. She would just try to stay hidden behind the magazine. And damn if the man beside her didn't offer Janet his seat.

"Jill Stanley is that you?"

Jill looked up and tried to look surprised. "Yes, well not Stanley now. But I'm afraid I can't place you." Jill tried to look puzzled. 

Janet smiled, "Then it is you Jill. Have I changed that much?" 

Jill wanted to say yes but decided it would be useless. "Janet, is that you Janet?" 

"Yes it is. How long has it been?"

"I guess it has been about 8 years or so. How have you been?"

"Oh I'm fine, got married, and I see you did too." Janet said as she held up her ring. 

Jill looked at it and was not impressed. She held up her left hand as if to take Janet's hand in an embrace. The ring on Jill finger had a 3 carat as the main stone and had a total combined weight of over 5 carats. Janet's total weight could not have been even 2 ½ carats. At least Jill had something to brag about. 

"How is married life with you Jill?" Janet asked. 

"It's good. Raymond and I have a grandson now. His daughter had a little boy 6 weeks ago. Want to see a photo?" Jill asked. 

"Sure, how does it feel to be a grandmother?" Janet asked. 

"Makes me feel old, but then I guess that is the price for having grandchildren," Jill smiled.

As the Jill and Janet chatted Sally Rogers was getting nervous. She had been hired as the counter attendant and cashier by Mark Parker less than a month precious. She was a single woman with twins. Her boyfriend had deserted her as soon as he found she was with child. He even accused her of being unfaithful, saying the baby was most likely not even his. Sally had to move in with her invalid mother. A great woman with little means was Alice Rogers. She lived on a disability check resulting from an automobile crash caused by her drunken husband. He had been sent to jail and when released went to greener pastures. It was hard for them to make ends meet on the small amount with four mouths to feed but Alice loved her daughter and made due. 

Sally was more than happy when she was hired. I meant that she could help support the family. The only problem with the job was the constant nag in Sally's mind that she would do something wrong and get fired. She was a cute girl, with some baby fat that made her look too heavy. She had red brown hair and big breasts. Some of the breasts were due to her feeding the twin girls. Sally however was short. One of the men that enjoyed wood work had build a 12" standing bench for Sally to put behind the counter. That helped her confidence. 

Sally watched the men in the room continue to give up their seats for the ladies that came in. She had an idea. Starting with the man that had given up his seat for the boss's wife, she invited him behind the counter and into the employee's lounge. It was not hard to get him to come, for the lounge had a nice size flat screen TV and Tennessee was at Dallas. Sally had quickly tidied up the area before she invited all the men into the lounge. It was standing room only but the game was on. The game, fresh coffee and cold water on the counter helped too. No man wanted to complain. 

Jill was getting antsy wanting to get out before Mark came into the waiting room. Especially when Janet mentioned this was her first trip to this business location. "You know when I got married I had the thoughts that he would handle the cars. It would be easy enough but it still falls on me. I now have learned places like this are just as good as the dealer and a lot cheaper. But as they say, 'the cobbler's children have no shoes'. But there are other benefits so I won't complain. I'm now a grandmother too. I have three!"

Just then Jill saw Mark's SUV drive up. Damn he's back she thought. Hopefully she could slip away and not be in the middle of a scene. If they could just finish with that damn Bentley, if the filter had been in stock, if, if Jill could just get away. 

As Janet talked Jill saw Mark come back into the room. He was behind the counter and talking to the clerk. Mark looked the young girl up and down. He had a frown. It didn't look good and his anger might carry on over to her. Jill could tell that when she brought up Janet on the last visit that Mark still considered that a touchy subject. She feared she was about to be in the middle of a hornet's nest. Luckily Janet paid no attention to the scene that was going on behind the counter.

Mark had looked Sally up and down but it was not in anger. He was thinking he had found a good employee. "Sally why are there customers in the employee lounge?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Parker but we were so busy and the waiting room was full. A man got up and gave your wife his seat." 

Mark looked over to see Janet talking with Jill. Jill had noticed his glance in her direction but he didn't seem to notice Janet. 

"Then several other men were standing and we had the space and...and I turned on the game. Some are still standing but they can watch the game. I'm sorry if I did something wrong, I just wanted them to have something to do."

"Miss Rodgers I am sorry to say that your initiative has just cost you a promotion." Mark saw the fright in Sally's eyes. "What I mean is if you want the job. I need an assistant manager for this location. It will mean more responsibility and you will be on salary not by the hour. Plus you'll have more benefits. It's yours if you want it."

All Sally heard was a raise and more benefits. She wanted to cry and did get a couple of tears before controlling herself. "Don't cry Sally you don't have to take it." Mark smiled.

"No sir, I mean yes sir, I'll take the job, and thank you. It'll mean so much."

"That's settled. Now got to get some of these cars out. How long Janet been here?"

Sally looked at her watch and guessed about 30 minutes. Mark headed back to the bay to check on the Bentley and Janet's Mercedes. 

Jill was really sweating. If she could have gotten her hands on Raymond at that moment she might have said things she would have regretted. As Mark headed back to the service bay, Jill relaxed just a little. 

Mark made sure the Bentley was ready then checked on the Mercedes. Both were soon being pulled to the ready line. Walking back inside, Mark pickup the clip board and headed to Jill. Janet was still telling her about the grand children. Mark listened. Jill saw him and was like a deer caught in the head lights of a speeding car. 

"Now I think they don't treat Kate fair. They are so interested in the boys and their sport programs my granddaughter is neglected. I think she needs piano lessons and dance class too. Kate is so sweet she calls me 'Grand MaMa' and I just love it. Sounds so much more formal then grandma!"




Whose Fault Was It (Second Half) Ch. 05



Mark spoke up, "Mrs. Trenton are you being bored to tears by Janet?'

Without looking up Janet retorted, "You hush up Mark Parker. I am a grandmother now and I have the right to enjoy it!"

Jill wanted to duck, thinking more insults would be flying with her name in the middle of some. All she wanted to do was get the keys to her husband's car and leave.

"See what I meant about the cobbler's children have no shoes. Mark could have brought my car in but no." Janet explained. 

"Sorry sweetie, but I had to make another store this morning." Mark replied sweetly.

Janet smiled at Mark, "It turned out fine, I ran into an old and dear friend." Then to Jill, "Jill you remember my husband Mark don't you?"

Jill just looked up with her mouth gapped open. She had never considered that Janet and Mark were back together. Especially with the reaction Mark had given to Janet's name when she had recognized him on her previous visit. Trying to recover she looked at Janet and smile weakly, "Yes I do, I saw him here the last time I was in. He didn't mention you two were..."

Janet looked at Mark. "I guess that Saturday when we met at the Mall I forgot to tell you that I ran into Jill, Mrs. Trenton now," he said. 

Janet smiled as big as Mark ever remembered. Mark's mind went back to the vision of Janet's ass in those tight yellow shorts as she walked away. "I guess I had other things on my mind," he explained. 

Janet blushed slightly and had no thoughts that Mark had hidden fact of the meeting. "I forgive you dear. You say our cars are ready? Then we had better leave. It has been good to see you Jill."

Mark walked both ladies to their cars. The women embraced at the Bentley before they parted. Each mentioning they would have to get together again and really catch up on old times but neither asked for the other's phone number. A relieved Jill Trenton drove away with a resolution to never patronize that location ever again. 

Marked waked Janet to her car, when he opened the door she stepped up and kissed him passionately. The kiss was a classic with Janet reaching up to let their lips meet as she bent one leg out behind her. "When will you be home Mark?"

Mark smiled, "Give me half an hour. Have to get some things in order but I'll be there."

"Good, I'll be waiting."

Mark went inside and looked at Sally, "If you want the assistant manager's job it is yours as of today."

"Yes Sir, thank you Mr. Parker." Sally was overwhelmed. She had applied for so many jobs, starting just two weeks after the twins were born but had found little luck until Mark had hired her as counter help. Sally had only an 11th grade education and everyone else had dismissed her as a candidate when she lacked the basic high school diploma. 

"Fine, you have a key and a code to the alarm. Now I want you to close tonight. Keep some men late, I don't want you alone with the cash." Mark saw that hurt her. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong; I'm worried about your safety, not the money. You alone, would be too tempting a target for some petty crooks." Sally smiled when she realized it was not her honesty that was the issue. "I'll get Randy to help with the counter. And there is one more thing I want to ask. Will you open tomorrow morning? I won't make a habit of having you close and open the next morning, but if you will I'd consider it a personal favor." 

"Yes Sir, Mr. Parker. I'll be glad to." 

Mark paused to think. "Sally I'll leave you some instructions on the desk in the office up stairs." On the desk was a note with his home and cell number and $200.00 advance on her new salary. As he passed Sally on his way to the bay he said, "Ok I got to run. Janet had something she wants me to do." 

Sally blushed. Mark realized what he had said. Not wanting to make an embarrassing matter worse he thanked Sally again and left. 

In the bay Mark sought out Billy James. Billy had come to Mark's attention over a note on the refrigerator door. It read, "No Foods Left Overnight" and had the signature of one Mark Parker. Mark had no part of the note so he investigated. It didn't take long for the finger to be pointed to one Billy James. Billy was 23 and had worked at the service for 6 years. He had come along with the store one might say. While in high school Billy had worked summers and part time till he graduated, then became a full time employee for the original owner. He was a good worker and took pride in everything he did. 

Looking at the 6' 2" freckled face boy you might think him still in school. He was not ugly but by no means handsome; the word ordinary might be the best way to describe his looks. But looks can deceive. Inside the skinny boy was a big heart. Billy had explained. "Mr. Parker, I sure am sorry bout using your name like that but it was the only thing I could think of. See we all noticed that Sally didn't eat no lunch. And one time I saw her take a roll of toilet paper to the counter and put it by her purse. She said it was to blow her nose on but it was gone when she left. That's when we all figured things was pretty tight at her place. I would get more'n I could eat and give her the leave overs." Billy paused then added, "And they was all good I mean I hadn't taken a bit or nothing like that. Sally took it but just nibble on the sandwich. That night she took it home too. So all us guys would get some extra and leave it in the fridge. Sally was too honest to take it like that so I put the sign on the door. Since she was the one that cleaned the break room at night she'd take it home, rather'n throw it out. Only way I could think of to get her to eatin' proper."

Mark was impressed. Billy continued. "Gosh Mr. Parker I'm sorry, I was just worried. You know that Sally been breast feedin' them babies. She even...she...kinda' gets the milk here and takes it home. And we was thinking she wasn't gettin' enough food to keep... you know make good milk and all."

"Sally is expressing herself her at work you say?" Mark thought out loud. 

Billy was puzzled with that and thought a minute. "Well yes sir, she said she didn't want no charity and she expressed that real well. That's why I wrote that sign and then put your name to it."

Mark smiled realizing Billy didn't understand the term of a woman 'expressing herself'. He watched and soon realized that Billy was smitten by Sally. The only problem was that Sally happened to be the only one at the shop that didn't see it. 

"Billy I want you to stay late after the store closes if you will."

"Yes Sir Mr. Parker, got a special customer?"

"No Billy, Sally is the new assistant manager and will be closing tonight. I don't want her to be alone with the money." But this time Mark explained. "A lone woman with money is too easy a target for some two bit crook. I don't want Sally hurt."

Billy smiled real big. 

"Keep a couple of men with you. Bring her car in and service it. Anything it needs put it on. If we don't have it, get it as quick as you can. She'll be opening tomorrow so you can complete it then. Write it up to me. If Sally asks tell her it part of the benefit plan."

"Sure thing Mr. Parker."

"And Billy if you will, make sure she gets home safe tonight?"

"A pleasure, can I tell her you told me to?"

"Sure Billy but don't make too much of a habit using my name. If you do I'll give you my wife's credit card bills to pay!" Mark joked. 

In half an hour Mark rolled into his drive. Janet met him at the door and kissed him. As she did her hand found his erection. Janet pulled back and looked at Mark with a serious expression. "Mark Parker if you think that every time you see a blond haired bimbo, or a big titted clerk and get a hardon you can run home to me and I'll just lay down and spread my legs?" She looked Mark in the eyes. He feared what was coming next. Evidently Janet had seen the way he had looked Sally up and down, how could he explain his true intent?

Janet continued her statement. "If that is what you think Mr. Mark Parker you are 100% correct. That is every bit as true as the fact my name has been Janet Parker for the last fifteen years. I want you to always come home to me!"

Janet took Mark's hand and led him to their bedroom. It was a short walk down the hall but it had been a long journey for them both. And it had affected not only them but so many others. 

The End



Whose Fault Was It (Second Half)



Janet stood and watched her mother leave. She knew she should have just said "Mark was back:' but in truth she still didn't believe it herself. A little tingle of fear ran thru her. What if Mark planned on dumping her after a little sexual revenge? Janet pushed that from her mind. Mark had said he loved her and always had. But if he loved her so, why was he gone for 9 years without even a letter? Then she thought, why had she not been with another man in the last 9 years? She knew the answer to that. She loved Mark Parker and would take no substitute.

Before Janet went back to bed she called Dinora. With the promise of $200.00 the woman was convinced to send her husband and children to mass and she came work. Janet went back to bed and snuggled to Mark. He had not stirred in her absence. She was cradling his head against her breast when he awoke. 

For Mark too, it seemed a dream. He feared he would wake in some hotel room in the middle of the Southwest and find he was clutching a pillow. With his face against Janet's breast he inhaled deeply thru his nose. Janet was afraid she had some offence odor. He rose to look her in the eye. "You smell too beautify to be a dream. Tell me this isn't a dream or don't ever let me wake up."

Janet smiled and bent down to kiss his forehead but Mark would have nothing to do with that. He wanted a kiss on the lips, if it was a dream he wanted as much of it as he could get. The kiss led to another then another. Soon Mark fondling the breasts he had missed for so many years. He knew they should shower but he didn't want to wait. He maneuvered into a position on top of Janet. She kissed Mark as more tears of joy flowed from her eyes. The passion built in both till they could resist no more. Mark entered Janet quickly and smoothly. Again he froze in position just to enjoy the sensation of being inside her again. She was warm and molded to his manhood as if she had been made just for him. 

At that moment Mark had forgotten the trauma he had felt in the room those years ago. All he wanted was to be one to the woman he loved. 

Luckily the two had exhausted themselves and were resting, well covered, when Dinora knocked on the door. Janet raised up holding the sheet to her breast. "Dinora will you please make coffee. While you are there see what is in the house for breakfast." 

"Coffee and breakfast, yes Miss Janet."

Janet lay back down beside Mark. He looked at her with a grin and asked, "Do all..." then reconsidered the phrasing of what he wished to say, "Every visitor get this kind of service."

Janet smiled and leaned for another kiss, "No you're the only one. And.... you are the only one."

Janet wrapped in the sheet and headed to her bath while Mark took the master bath. He looked and saw the towels hanging were decorative. Wanting something functional he opened the linen closet. There he found three bath towels, two hand towels and half a dozen wash clothes. On another shelf he found some shampoo and conditioner, in dust covered bottles. There was also some liquid bath soap.

Putting what he needed in the shower Mark began to check the vanity. It was different than when he left but still had the same features. In the top drawer he found a small travel tube of toothpaste and a new toothbrush in the package. He looked at the box that contained the toothpaste and saw the expiration date was three years prior. Smiling he joked to himself Janet was trying to poison him. The second drawer had a pair of new throw away razors and a can of shaving cream that had rusted and left a ring on the bottom of the drawer. Mark checked the can and found it felt full but had little pressure. I was evident it had been in the drawer for quite some time. 

The bottom drawer was empty. The medicine cabinet in the wall had one bottle of cologne that he had left. There were a couple bottles of aspirin, antacids and band aids but not much more. Mark began to brush his teeth and explore Janet's vanity. All the drawers were empty. In the master closet he saw just a few clothing that were Janet's. The chest of drawers she used as empty. He checked his chest and was shocked to see his ring still in the center of the now dusty drawer where he had left it. He closed the drawer gently and checked the other three drawers and found them empty. 

From the thin layer of dust Mark found he knew this bath and closet had not been used in a while. In the shower he shaved with what little shaving cream he could get from the can. Soon he was stepping out to dry with the fluffy towel. Mark had found no deodorant so he used some cologne on his face and under his arms. 

Clean and ready, he was about to get dressed when Janet came in. "Don't get dressed, we'll have breakfast in bed. I want to enjoy you as long as I can today."

They had Belgian waffles, strawberries, coffee and bacon. It was great and they took turns feeding the other. When they had eaten Janet went to dress. She was in shorts and a light mid sleeved blouse. She wore heeled sandals and had her sunglasses in hand. Mark had only his suit to wear so he suggested he head to his apartment to change. 

"Let me go with you because mother will come back after church and I am not ready to see her," Janet requested. Her reasoning was true and accurate. Hilda was planning on coming back by the house after service, skipping the lunch offer with a friend. But by that time Janet and Mark were across town. 

Mark parked in a reserved spot under an awning. The adjoining spot held a yellow BMW roadster. Janet smiled at the sight of the small car. Mark's apartment was on the first floor and just a few steps away. Inside Janet took it all in. It was small but adequate for one or two people, if they slept together, for there was but one bedroom. The rest of the apartment, save the full bath serving the master and the half bath was an open area. The only other enclosure was the closet that held the washer and drier. 

Janet was looking at the almost bare walls. There were just three pictures on one wall and a mirror opposite the door. The pictures would be what Janet would call, 'dime store prints'. Cheap nondescript floral in even cheaper frames that came in a set she guessed. 

"I know my decorator was not too good, but he was cheap," Mark laughed.

Janet caught the joke; Mark had picked out the décor. Moving on thru the apartment Janet checked the kitchen. The upper cabinets contained service for 4 in a dark blue color. There were four glasses and 4 white coffee mugs. The rest of the upper cabinets were empty. The lower cabinet had two skillets, one small and one larger. Beside that were two sauce pans with covers, one medium and the other small. Only one drawer had any utensils in it, flatware serving four and a few assorted cooking tools. The fridge had three beers still hooked with the plastic 6 pack retainer. The freezer compartment of the fridge had only two full ice trays. The pantry had salt, pepper, a box of macaroni, a can of green beans, and some paper towels.

Satisfied, Janet walked into the bedroom. I was filled with the king size bed but there was still not a true cramped feeling. Mark had laid his suit on the bed and was in the bathroom changing underwear before redressing. Janet stood in the door and watched. It felt good to see Mark comfortable with her in the room. He came out to get to his closet that was on the far end of the bedroom. Janet stepped in the bathroom. 

Beginning her search she casually checked the medicine chest, then the drawers. The small linen closet was next then the shower. Last she checked the commode closet and the cabinet above the toilet. When she came out Mark was in the bathroom door dressed in tan slacks and a white knit pull over shirt. He had a smile and a twinkle in his eye. Janet wondered what he was thinking and turned her head a little looking at him out of the corners if her eyes. 

"You won't find anything," he grinned in that big 'shit eating' grin he had.

"What do you mean? I wasn't looking for anything." Really she was and she knew it. But what seemed worse was Mark knew it too. Every woman that claims a man will leave something to stake her claim. It will be trivial to a man but it will be obvious to another woman. It shouts 'this man is taken'.

"You won't find any evidence that a woman has been here," then Mark's brow wrinkled. "Well that's not completely true."

Janet braced herself. 

"There is a woman in here regular, twice a week..." 

Janet cut him off, "You don't have to explain, you're single."

"As I was saying before I was interrupted, she comes twice a week, washes, cleans, and makes the bed," Mark looked at the made bed. "You don't think I'm that domestic do you? And she's old, fat, homely, and married to a cop!"

"Mark...I didn't mean to be nosy," Janet said with that news. 

"And you were right I was unattached." Mark added. "But I wanted you to know that no woman has been here for social reasons."

Janet felt a tear. Mark went on, "I never had an apartment all the time I was gone. I lived out of my suitcases in motels. I didn't always have the best accommodations but they were ok. I learned to live...I just lived day to day as I worked. I got a routine, I made my calls Monday thru Friday, did all my paperwork on Saturday and slept on Sundays. So for me this is luxury."

Janet went to Mark and kissed him. Tears flowed down her cheeks. She was just glad he was back. 

When they broke the kiss Mark continued, "I guess I was on the run. I didn't want...I had nothing to go back to. An apartment in Seattle would have been a waste. I only visited the main office twice a year. No one..nothing to... there was no need. But hey I saved a lot of money. Now I own my own business. Not completely true, Jeremy is my partner."

That thought frightened Janet. What would Jeremy say when he found out Mark had been with her? Jeremy had blamed her for Mark's leaving. Janet loved Mark and didn't want to come between him and his family.

Looking at Mark, Janet said, "Pack a bag Mark, you are coming to spend the night with me." Mark didn't argue. On their way out Mark stopped at the phone. He put in on speaker. "Guess I had best see who's looking for me." 

The caller ID recorded four incoming calls, one unknown number, three from the same number. Mark recognized it as Jeremy's. The first called caller left no message. The next was a message with a female voice. Mark started to delete it but with Janet there thought it was best to let it play.

"Mark, I wanted to call and say I'm sorry." Janet tensed. The message continued, "I think I know why you didn't show last night." Janet felt her breath quicken. "I know I promised not to be a medaling sister but I had to try once more. Ok so I did have you a date lined up. She was more than pissed at me when you were a no show. So I'll make the promise again. Please forgive me but it's just that I know you're unhappy. I'll promise to stay out of your social life after this...this one more suggestion. Look Mark I love you like a brother. But..." the line went dead. Emma had used the full allotment of time for the message. 

The machine went thru the options then went to the next message. It was Emma Parker again. "Ok Mark I know I've been rambling. Jeremy's playing golf, Oops is at a friend's after spending the night, and both boys are out getting into who know what, so I got time to talk. Now where was I, yes I was about to promise to stay out of your social life after this one last try. I want you to call her. She cares about you and I think you care about her even more than you'll admit to yourself. Call her! Damn you Parker men are all hard headed. Call her. She'll take your call. I know she will. If you don't remember the number..." The line went dead again. 

Mark was looking at the phone. Who was Emma trying to get him to call? The first to come to mind was Riley, a tall blond that was truly high maintenance. 

Janet wanted to rip the phone cord out of the wall. She stood looking at the phone as it stepped thru the options and went to the next message. Sure enough Emma was back. "Sorry about that but this damn machine is just a pain. Now where was I? Yes you probably know the number and I know you know her address. I've seen it in your eyes. I know I'm a medaling sister but. But if I need to give you the number I will. And you call her. If it works, and I'm betting it will, you'll owe me flowers. If not, blame it on me. I know Jeremy will. Write this down now if you have to." 

Janet's heart was pounding. She wanted to scream, "Bitch" at Emma's voice. Janet's mind began to dredge up everything that Emma had ever done to anger her. For an instant she considered going over and confronting her ex-sister then that changed instantly. The number Emma recited was Janet's.

"Yes it's Janet's number. She still lives in the same house. She still goes by your name. Isn't that odd to you? After all these years? Hey this thing just beeped. Got to go, but please, make the call. For me, Please." And the line went dead again.

The machine indicated that was the last message and went dead. Janet and Mark stood stunned. When they recovered they looked at one another and laughed. 

To be continued with part 7 if anyone wants to know what happens.



Whose Fault Was It



"I work here in a way," the girl smiled then added. "I tell fortunes. I use Tarot cards. I got them with me now but I can tell a lot without the cards."

"Really, you're physic, are you Tillie?" Mark asked as George delivered the two drinks. 

"That will be 12 bucks," the bar tender announced. 

Mark gave him a 20 from his money clip on the bar. Taking the drink in his hand he held it up as if offering a toast. The girl holding hers up smiled and said, "Cheers" then downed half the glass. Mark just took a sip of his. 

When Tillie put the glass back on the bar she looked at Mark. She had picked up a few tricks of the trade. She noticed the fresh exposed ring imprint on his wedding ring finger. She knew a ring had only shortly departed that finger. Most men that remove their ring when out of town have another ring to cover the evidence. Likewise when a man divorces he also tires to hide the fact by using a class ring or the like. With Mark being in the bar during the afternoon drinking alone, she guessed he was traveling. With the look on his face and the hurt in his eyes she guessed he was morning a lost love.  She was ready to start her act.

"You have just been rejected by the woman you loved for several years. You are traveling to get away. You have no real destination and you are thinking about her instead of what to do next." Tillie smiled and took up her glass to finish the content. When the glass was empty she looked at Mark, "Was I right? And do I deserve another drink?" 

Mark looked at the bartender that was watching the two. Mark indicated he would pay for another round for his guest. The drink was quickly delivered and paid for. 

"You are close but maybe you're guessing," Mark smiled hoping she could not really read his mind. 

"You paid for another drink so I'll consult the cards for you. Ok?" Tillie smiled with a gleam in her eyes. She started by placing 6 cards face up. Then she acted as if she was studying them. What she was really doing was trying to formulate her next revelation. She had used all she had with the first pitch. Stalling she placed another card on top of each of the original six. The new cards were positioned to cover only half of the original card. Tillie had no time left, it was now or never. "I see for these two cards that you severed important ties at home. This card said you did it quickly, and the card under indicates it was a shock to many." The girl looked up at Mark tying to see if she was guessing right. She had difficulty reading his face but felt she was on the right track. 

"Ok, what else you got for me little girl?" Mark asked. 

Tillie took that as a sign she was getting close. She shuffled the cards again and put 12 more down. Tillie had no real idea what the card were suppose to represent, she just used them as a prop. "From these two I see you will not be staying in Tulsa. The cards say you will move on quickly." Tillie looked at Mark and thought she saw a small nod. "Looking at these cards I see that all will work itself out in a few months but they will be difficult months. And these four cards say you will move toward the north and maybe the northwest. And these two cards say you will be lucky soon."

Mark chuckled under his breath. He now knew what Tillie wanted. With a look in his eye that cautioned Tillie, Mark asked, "And how will I get lucky? How much will it cost?"

Tillie just looked at Mark. "Come on, I figured you out Tillie, how much?"

The girl didn't answer so Mark pulled his wallet out of his pocket. He opened it and showed her his driver's license. "I'm no cop, so how much." Mark saw the bartender stiffen. 

Tillie smiled, "I only read fortunes mister."

"Ok I'll bite, how much to have my fortune read?" 

"Depends on how long it takes and how far you want to go?" she smiled shuffling the deck. 

"Let's say I want the full treatment. The best you can do. I do mean reading my fortune and helping me change my luck."

"For that, in your room, private and taking my time?' she asked.

"Yes I have many questions that might take all night." Mark smiled. 

"For a private reading that detailed I get $300.00," Tillie smiled hoping she could get that much. 

Mark smiled and asked, "Why do you do private reading?"

Tillie looked at him a moment, "It beats compounding student loans."

Mark wrinkled his nose at that answer. Tillie went on, "It's easier to forget what I did last night than it is to forget about $50,000.00 in of debt."

That hit Mark hard and Tillie saw it in his eyes. Mark didn't say a word as he took 4 $100.00 bills from his wallet. Handing them to her he said, "Here take this and go home. That way neither of us will have to forget tonight." He smiled as he climbed off his stool and left the bar. Tillie was stunned and would long remember the night. She would always wonder why.

Mark went to his room and thought about the first of the two nights he would gladly pay a million dollars to forget or better yet to have never happened. The first night was when Janet was out of town. Their neighbor and Janet's best friend, Jill Stanley had called him to help her unstop her garbage disposal. Mark had gone with honest intentions. Jill was in a see thru robe covering an equally transparent teddy. Mark made fast work of the problem but Jill insisted that he stay and have a glass of wine. With the wine Mark was enjoying the single woman hitting on him. It helped his male ego. It was not that there was any problem with his marriage, but a man likes to know other women find him attractive. To feel he was still attractive enough to have women throw themselves at him. 

Looking at the woman who would not be tempted? Jill was 5' 6" tall, 115 pounds, blond haired and blue eyed. She had a face that would look good on a fashion magazine. Jill had magnificent breast that were 34 D with a 22" waste and 36" hips. She always kept a tan and made sure she had no tan lines. 

"I am glad you came over Mark. It gets lonely here by myself at night. I do envy Janet that has a husband to share her life with." Jill cooed. 

"Marriage takes a lot of getting use to. I was single for about ten years and got set in my ways. Hard to break habits," Mark smiled.

"Can I get you something to drink? I want to thank you for unstopping that thingie," Jill grinned.

"Guess I got time for one, Janet is on a plane and won't be in LA for three hours." 

Jill got him a drink and offered him the couch. She took a chair across from Mark and make sure she flashed him a lot of leg. And spreading her legs slightly Jill showed off the crotch of her sheer panties. Mark noted that Jill had a nice patch of dark public hair even thought she had blond hair on her head. During the second glass of wine Jill had discarded the robe. Her breasts were very visible to Mark. During the third drink Jill was displaying all her wares. In truth Jill had been drinking heavily before she invited Mark over. 

Jill excused herself to go to the ladies room. From there she called Mark. When he got there Jill was kneeling by the commode with it running. Looking up at Mark she said, "The thingie broke on the pot, its running do I turn it off here?" pointing to the valve on the wall.

"No all you have to do is open the top and flip the flapper valve," Mark offered as he bent over Jill to stop the running toilet. He was reattaching the flapper chain when he felt the sensation. Jill had striped his shorts down and had his cock in her mouth. She had her arms wrapped around his legs, holding almost all of his length in her warm mouth. The feel was too good at that instant to think of pulling away. But pull away Mark did. Then he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Pulling off the last remnant so her gown he placed her on her back in the middle of the bed. Stripping off his clothes he climbed up beside her. The two began to kiss and fondle one another. Soon Jill had worked her way back to his cock. Mark closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Jill was talented and it brought a thrill, the thrill was more of being different. 

Jill toyed with him and brought him close to orgasm but didn't give him release. When Mark calmed she would begin to tease him again. Finally Mark could stand no more and took her head in his hands and fucked her mouth. When he tensed she knew what to do. She held tight and swallowed all he offered. When Mark was limp in her mouth and he had released her head Jill raised up to look at him. "Your turn," she said and scooted to where she could lower her pussy to Mark's mouth. 

Mark enjoyed the taste. Again it was not better than Janet, just new and different. Mark thought he was talented in the oral sex department and worked on Jill till she had completed her third orgasm. By that time he was ready to have more of her. Pulling away he climbed between her legs and buried himself deep in her pussy with one thrust. With his penetration Jill went wild thrashing about and arching her back to get more of him into her. The session was more like a wrestling match than love making. Kissing and biting, squeezing and holding, bumping and grinding were all a part of the mix. Both were sweating and exhausted by the time he filled her womb with his cum. 

As they recuperated he asked if she was on the pill. Jill assured Mark she was so that was not a worry. They cuddled and kissed a little more and Jill was surprised when Mark rolled her on her stomach. He put a pillow under her belly. "What are you doing Mark?" Jill asked.

"Oh just getting ready to have a piece of your ass." Mark replied. 

"Mark! That is nasty and... well I don't really like that... well just be gentle." Jill giggled. 

Mark lay between her wide spread legs. He let his cock head fond her tight puckered hole. Deciding he needed lube Mark first wet his member in her dripping pussy. The mixture of her nectar and his cum served the purpose. Pointing back at his target he eased into the tight hole. Again it was just new and different, not better.  

"Does Janet let you do such naughty things to her Mark?" Jill asked between gasps. 

"She has been known to give it up to me on occasion," Mark answered breathlessly. 

Jill began rocking back to meet his savage thrusts. She was moaning and had tears in her eyes but she didn't want to stop. When Mark did fill he ass with his cum they were both exhausted. Mark pulled out and climbed off the bed. He realized what he had just done. He dressed quickly. Jill saw his expression and realized their situation. She got up, grabbed her robe and followed him to the door. Mark turned to her. Jill kissed him on the lips. "That was great, but it never happened." 

"I agree, now I got to go." Mark said and did just that. That was six months before that fateful night. Mark thought he would never be found out.