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A Small Indiscretion Ch. 06

By: alex_lover



Many thanks to Greowulf for his wonderful editing.

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The next couple of days went by without any further progress in their investigation. Sherry was tied up incorporating feedback and edits for her new storyline, but in the evenings she would be beside Stella in the hospital. Even after her discharge it was decided that Stella will not be left alone. 

Evelyn had quit her job and left the town. It seemed Dave's faithful crew members and their black brothers had scared the shit out of her. They had a couple of drinks with her at her house and then, as Dave had correctly predicted, they asked her to go along with them to some dance bars. She had some more drinks at the bar after which the guys had taken turns in screwing her. After that it was the turn of some of their black brothers. They returned around two in the night. The party then continued in her living room where the boys had spread out the mattress. By the time they left, Evelyn had all her holes filled up by God knows how many men. She had been drunk and the only thing she remembered was their telling her they would love to meet up again. That had helped her make a decision to move out of the city. 

Scotty had remained home for a couple more days and then returned to the Orbit Mall site after Sherry promised to spend the nights with Stella.

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Almost a week had passed since that fateful day. Sherry told Stella about Evelyn quitting her job. She also told her about how Dave's workers worked her out. For the first time Stella smiled. She had no doubt that Evelyn had set up her gang bang. But the memory hurt ... and Scotty was still in the dark about the true reason for her taking that overdose. The only thing that seemed to comfort her was the idea that it was not exactly a consensual act on her end, that the booze and drugs had a role-but then, that didn't mean she was fully absolved. 

Sherry glanced at her watch. She hesitated briefly, then picked up her mobile and called her husband.

He picked it up instantly.

"Hi baby, how's the day going?" he asked in his deep masculine voice. She loved the sound of his voice. Sherry closed her eyes and enjoyed the reverberation of his voice in her mind. The tingling sensation between her legs signalled her body's arousal. It had been a long time. Apart from that small indiscretion with Ed, her dildos had been her only support these last few weeks. She was feeling frustrated, very frustrated.

"Oh, just your normal, everyday routine at the newspaper here. Some news about a couple of revolutions in some distant banana republics, some more news about some political bigwigs in yet another sex scandal, and so on," replied Sherry lightly. She had always enjoyed such bantering in the past.

"How's your new story coming along?" asked Dave.

"I have started to get feedback from my staff. Tomorrow I should get the remaining information. I will have to first go through this pile of information before deciding on the next course of action," replied Sherry "How's Scotty doing?" she continued.

"Still worried about his wife. I have promised him the weekend off from site duties. He can be home with Stella and you can get a much needed rest," replied Dave.

"Yeah, you are right. In fact I have to also get serious on this new assignment. Stella's cousin will be taking my place tomorrow as I plan to work from home in the night,"

"You take care Sherry, things have been kinda crazy and stressed out these last few weeks," came back Dave in a sombre tone.

"You too Dave, the Orbit Mall has seen a lot of funny things happening," she responded.

"The company has already started thinking ahead of the Orbit Mall. With the work going on smoothly here, the head office has started formulating plans for the Wilbur Smith Housing Project. We have our bankers here for working out the estimated fund projections."

"Good for you," said Sherry with a hint of pride in her voice.

They continued talking for some time before hanging up with a promise to get together for dinner as soon as possible. But it could not be in the coming days as the next evening Dave would be hoisting a dinner for the bankers and Sherry was supposed to work on her next story. He asked her if she could join him for the banker's dinner, but she refused politely, citing her heavy workload as an excuse.

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"And gentleman, if we look at the EBIDTA numbers, it is quite obvious that the returns envisaged by SeaTech Constructions are not only achievable, but also far higher than the returns shown by any other company in the past on a project of this large scale," said Yvonne as she tapped the cue against the numbers achieved by other companies and those promised by their company. The presentation to the bankers was into its fourth hour now.

Dave leaned back and watched the bankers studying the numbers displayed on the projector screen.

"Dave your estimations of cost are very fair and realistic," said Mr Lorenzo, the head of the business loan department. 

"Thanks Mr Lorenzo, the pricing is based on the cost being incurred by us as of now at other projects plus a fair mark up for cost escalation," replied Dave. He was pretty pleased. Getting a compliment from Mr Lorenzo was an achievement. He glanced at Yvonne and gave her a thumb up gesture. She flashed him a quick thank you smile in return.

Mr Lorenzo turned to his partner and said, "Nick, do you have any questions to ask? I'm pretty much satisfied from the cost and finance angle. Dave and Fred have done a good job here, ably supported by Yvonne here." 

Yvonne beamed happily. Cyndi was supposed to have been at the presentation. But Dave had insisted that she conduct the presentation. It seemed that his confidence in her had not been misplaced. Rita, representing the commercial department, looked on bemused.

Nick Spalding nodded his head in agreement. "They are procuring all their material through approved suppliers and the materials bear the necessary mark of quality. I think we can put up their proposal to our board."

"Well, that wraps things up then, Dave," said Greg Lorenzo, "now with your permission we could perhaps close the day now and then meet up for dinner in the evening?" 

"Sure thing, Greg. We will be expecting you around eight in the evening," replied Dave.

"It's a date, guys," replied Greg with a laugh as he and Nick headed out of the conference room.

"Boss we have done it!" shrieked Yvonne and before he could stop her, she rushed into his arms and pressed her warm body to his. The two were alone in the conference room as the others had already made their way out.

"There, there, steady girl, that was only the appetiser, so to say. The main course is yet to be served by us, and that will happen only when we complete the Orbit Mall construction in time," said Dave, enjoying the warmth of Yvonne's soft body against him. He already had a raging hard on and there was no way Yvonne was ignorant of that fact. She snuggled closer.

"Boss, I'll have the main course ready, you can count on me. With your expert guidance, I can accomplish anything," she whispered, coming closer to Dave. Her breasts were pressed tightly against his broad chest. Dave wrapped his arms around her and affectionately kissed her forehead.

"My dear Yvonne, if you keep showing me your appreciation like you are doing now, I doubt you will leave me in a position to guide you any further," he replied in a mock complaining voice, his hands resting on the small of her back.

Dave felt Yvonne change her position as she continued wrap herself around him. Now she deliberately brushed her belly against his hard on, then pressed it gently with a barely perceptible thrust of her hips.

"Boss, gimme your guidance anytime, anywhere. I am your willing disciple," she replied in an aroused tone. She then released her grasp and stood back and looked at his bulge with her hands behind her back. Yvonne giggled, "I wouldn't want my loving boss to get tied up in some stupid personal law of the company about fraternising with the staff," she said with that naughty look back on her face.

"Seven thirty in the evening?" she asked with a smile playing upon her lips.

"You're on, baby," he replied with a twinkle. He did like his new trainee.

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Dave was in for a real surprise in the evening. Yvonne's dress sense was in a complete contrast to their other evening's outing. Tonight she was dressed in a black, strapless, sequin cocktail dress with a sweetheart neckline. The dress came to just above her knees. A diamond necklace and ear rings along with a sapphire and diamond bracelet completed her ensemble for the evening. In short, she looked stunning. Fred was accompanied by his wife while Rita was accompanied by her boy friend.

The dinner turned out to be a nice affair. They had drinks, made small talk, then danced with the ladies. Somehow Yvonne managed to have Dave as her partner for most of the dances, not to the complete liking of Rita. But Dave was not complaining. All in all it turned out to be a very nice outing.

By eleven the other guests had departed. Yvonne was in Dave's arms as they moved gracefully over the dance floor. She was good on the dance floor, just as she was in the office.

"Yvonne, you are a graceful dancer," said Dave as she twirled around against his outstretched arm.

"Boss, you definitely don't have two left foot," replied Yvonne. She came up close against Dave and wrapped her hands around his neck resting her face against his broad chest as they continued to move slowly to the rhythm of the music.

Her belly was again in close contact with his hard on. She made no move to step away, instead she seemed to press even closer. Dave pulled her closer, the two barely moving to the music. 

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While Dave entertained his guests, Sherry was busy poring over the reports submitted by her staff. After turning some pages of the latest report, Sherry finally put it down and let out a sigh. There was nothing much in the report from Bellingham. Well, some hanky panky was always there where politicians were involved. But she wanted something different, something her reader would immediately love to bite into.

She prepared some hot coffee and opened the folder sent from her Tacoma team members and began reading the contents. Halfway through the papers she quietly placed her coffee mug on the table. She sat looking out into the night with a thoughtful expression on her face.

A few minutes later she picked up her cell and rang a number.

"I have read the report. I think we have what we want here. Now listen carefully, I want CDs and good quality pics showing her going out with different men." She talked for some more moments and then shut her mobile. 

Sue Morrison ... the name had cropped up again. As per her journalist friend in Tacoma there were strong rumours that some companies were supplying women to Govt officials in return for lucrative building contracts, and Sue Morrison was in the thick of it. Was she the same Sue Morrison about whom Evelyn had spoken? She was supposedly Stella's friend and at the root of all the suffering and humiliation Stella had undergone.

Just then her computer beeped. She had an email.

She opened it. It was from her free lance journalist in Tacoma. He had sent her a picture of Sue Morrison taken at a restaurant recently. She clicked on the attachment and leaned back, waiting for the picture to fill up her screen.

Suddenly she went still. Her eyes opened wide in amazement as her hand went to her mouth.

The smiling face on her screen was that of Susan Gilmour!

"Susan Gilmour ... Sue Morrison ... they were one and the same! The woman with whom Dave had a one night stand and the woman who paid for Stella's orgy were one and the same person!

But why the two different surnames? Why?

Sherry's mind was in a whirl. Her brain was just not connecting things up. Her heartbeat was racing, she was breathing rapidly. She printed the photo from her Tacoma contemporary. Tomorrow she intended to show the photo to Stella. 

Sherry glanced at her watch. It was getting late. She began shutting down her computer.

The buzz of her mobile distracted her. It was Cyndi calling. A look of alarm crossed her face. Why would she be calling this late?

"What's up?" said Sherry in an alarmed tone as soon as she brought her mobile to her ear.

"Yvonne called," said Cyndi simply.

Sherry went cold. She could feel a knot forming in her stomach.

She sat back in her chair, feeling weak and nauseous.

"And?" she finally managed to whisper.

"My cousin sister has fallen in love with her boss and she is crying her heart out. As planned by us, she had been sending all the right signals these past few days. Dave had been the perfect, courteous and guiding boss and so she really didn't have much trouble in putting on her show. Then this evening they had been to a dinner with the company's bankers at one the classier hotels. They wined and danced the night away and reached home pretty late," replied Cyndi as she paused for breath.

"Go on," said Sherry with concern in her voice.

"Well, from what I can gather from her tearful warbling is that somewhere in between she really began to have a crush on Dave. Back home she invited him inside. He steadfastly refused to take the drink she offered. As per Yvonne he said that he had had enough drinks inside him for this life. Well, she anyway decided to have a glass or two ... became tipsy and the next thing we know is that she was standing in front of Dave totally nude."

Sherry could hear her heart thumping. She had nothing to say. Her body was trembling.

"Guess what Dave did! He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and stood looking at her, with, as my sister says, with his big, brownie, lovey dovey eyes. Then, just when Yvonne thought that he was going to join her, he pulled the bed sheet over her naked body, kissed her forehead and told her she was like his kid sister and he hoped she would understand that. With that, Dave got up and made his way out," said Cyndi.

For a few moments there was total silence as Sherry digested what she had heard. It had been Cyndi's idea. Sherry had not been sure on whether she could give another chance to their marriage. Marriage was all about mutual trust and respect, and Sherry had not been sure if she could continue in the relationship.

This had been a way to check if Dave would be tempted again. Cyndi had pulled strings to have her cousin transferred here for her training under Dave. The idea had been to use somebody who could be trusted. Yvonne fitted the bill.

New waves of emotions were now engulfing Sherry. All along she had been feeling as though she was being helplessly tossed about in choppy seas by strong tidal waves, without hope, all alone with just little DJ clutching to her. 

But now it seemed as though a sudden calmness had swept over her. She was no longer tossed around like a rag doll. It was almost as though she had seen land over the horizon ... a glimmer of hope, a new beginning ... Dave had been tempted but he had stood fast. He had not succumbed to Yvonne's bewitching charms. Her husband was not a skirt chaser!

Suddenly she felt confident and alive, as though she had been injected with a dose of some energizing multi vitamin. 

"So what do we do about my little cousin? She is completely heartbroken. She says she wants to have babies ... lots of them, from Dave. What do I tell her?," asked Cyndi.

A smile began to play upon Sherry's lips. 

"Tell her that Dave already has a full time baby making machine at home and his Little Willie is booked over time for this lifetime at least," replied Sherry.

As soon as she said that she could hear Cyndi burst into tears.

"And ... and tell her that her sister is waiting to meet her ... and ... and she will fix her up with her very own Little Willie ... that's a promise ... and tell her that I will never forget what she did for me," sobbed out Sherry.

"Tell her all that yourself House Wife," sobbed out Cyndi. Sherry had taken a decision she had been desperately hoping for, praying for.

"I told you my boss is a good man," she whispered before breaking into tears again.

"I always knew that, Office Wife," sobbed back Sherry.

The two comforted each other for some time before finally calling it a day.

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At sharp nine in the morning, Sherry walked into Stella's cabin. She had earlier rung up in the morning and asked her for some time. The matter of Sue Morrison or Susan Gilmour was weighing heavily on her mind and she wanted to get at the bottom of it all. 

As soon as Sherry entered, Stella got up and walked over to give her a big hug.

"You needn't have bothered to call. You can come over anytime," gushed a smiling Stella.

"How're you doing?" asked Sherry with concern in her eyes.

"Physically healed but from inside ... "Stella trailed off as she sat back on her chair.

"Time will heal all. We are with you," replied Sherry, "You've been very brave," she added.

"I haven't told Scotty the messy details as yet and that's eating me up. I can't hold on like this Sherry. Someday I am going to tell him all the sordid details, and I'm ready for the worst. But I will definitely not keep my husband in the dark forever," replied Stella with a resigned but firm look on her face.

"And I'm sure he will understand and forgive you," replied Sherry as she took her friend's hand in hers and squeezed it.

"Maybe I was drunk, maybe I was even drugged, but I'm an adult and it was expected of me to make a better decision. Let's say I just let some of my inner desires to surface," posited Stella without looking towards Sherry.

"Stella, all I'm asking from you is some more time before you tell everything to Scotty. In fact I'll be there with you when you have your talk with him." Sherry took a deep breath and then pulled out the picture of Sue Morrison and placed it on the table.

"Do you know her?" asked Sherry.

Stella glanced at the picture and looked up. "Never seen her before. Any reason I should know her?" asked Stella with a puzzled frown on her face.

"Evelyn claims that this is the woman who asked her to show you a good time. In fact she even paid her some good money for meeting all the expenses. Her name is Sue Morrison and she told Evelyn that she was a good friend of yours from college days."

"Sherry, I have never known a Susan all my life," replied Stella. "I bet Evelyn made up that story to protect herself. She ... she just wanted to have a groupie with me," sobbed Stella as the trauma of the recent past began rearing its ugly head.

"Ssh, there, baby, don't cry. Be strong, you have to be, for us, for Scotty," replied Sherry. Stella nodded her head and began wiping her tears with a tissue paper. Sherry sat watching Stella for some time. Her mind was working over time. Stella didn't know Sue Morrison, Dave slept with Susan Gilmour, these two were one and the same woman ... it just didn't make sense to her.

Anyway there was no sense in taking up any more of Stella's time. Sherry walked briskly back to the parking lot. Her mind went back to the crazy events that had been unfolding the past few weeks, in fact almost a month now. There was a missing link and she had to find it, find it fast before it became too late. She swung her car into her office's parking lot and quickly walked up to her office. She called for Nancy as soon as she settled down.

Her voice was cold and crisp as she began relaying a series of instructions. "Nancy I want a complete low down on Sue Morrison. Money will not be a problem. I want twenty-four hour surveillance on her. It has to be the best sting operation of this newspaper," she said.


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"You got it Sherry," replied Nancy. She was already on her way out with her mobile close to her ears. Nancy had been a member of some previous sting operations. She knew the ropes.

For some moments Sherry sat staring ahead at nothing in particular. Then her glance fell on her wedding ring and a smile began to play upon her lips. Her Dave was really not as bad a villain as she had initially painted him. Was he even a villain? The mysterious Sue held the key to some of the important answers in her life. She closed her eyes and began to relax, thinking about Dave, her Dave.

Back in office Dave was finding it hard to concentrate on his work. His mind kept going back to Yvonne and the previous night's events.

It seems the word is out that I'm more or less single and available, thought Dave wryly. He thought about Yvonne and how incredibly sexy she looked when she stood nude before him. Those firm breasts with chocolate brown areolas, flaring hips tapering down to long slender legs, ... so smooth, so invitingly fresh.

He had been sorely tempted. It had been almost a month since he had last had sex. He remembered how she had taken his face in her hands and then pressed it between her enticing globes. But then the distraught face of his beloved Sherry had flashed before his eyes, and his decision was made.

Yvonne was supposed to have submitted some workings on the Wilbur Smith Housing Project by midday. It was well past that time. He realised she must be feeling hesitant in coming to meet him after the last evening. He took a deep breath and called up her number on the intercom.

"Morning boss," came back her voice, a slight hesitancy apparent in her tone.

"Come over, I have something to talk to you about," he replied cordially.

A couple of minutes later she was standing before him, looking at him with her downcast eyes, her face flushing with embarrassment. 

Dave walked over to stand in front of her. He gazed at her affectionately. There was no lasciviousness in that look. Then he dug into his pocket and took out a bracelet.

Yvonne's eyes widened in surprise.

"For my incredibly beautiful and brilliant sister," said Dave with a smile on his face. 

He had thought about it all night long. He didn't want to lose Yvonne. She was a good and hardworking girl, definitely an asset to the company and his team in particular. But he realized she must be scared shitless of meeting with him.

He stepped closer and gave her a big bear hug. They stood close for a few moments.

"Right, now let's get back to work shall we?" 

"Sure boss, I mean brother," replied Yvonne instantly. The playful twinkle in her eyes was back again.

Dave grinned. His simple plan had worked, and he had meant every word he had said. Perhaps now things would be back on an even keel.

It was past eight in the evening when a very tired Dave entered his apartment. The work at Orbit Mall was now thankfully going smoothly and he would be through in another fifteen days or so. Now the head office wanted him to start preparing the estimates for the Wilbur Smith Housing Project. Their company stood a good chance of winning the tender.

He looked around tiredly. The apartment looked like a typical bachelor dig. It was sparsely furnished as he really hadn't had the time to do any purchasing. In fact he neither had the inclination. He sat down and switched on the TV just like he had done so many times earlier on similar, lonely nights. He wondered what he would have for dinner. He decided to call for pizza and sandwiches from the nearby restaurant. Tomorrow morning he would be leaving for the Orbit Mall, hopefully for the last and final round. After that another team would be looking after the interior finishing's. His work would stand completed and he would be moving on to the Wilbur Smith Housing Project.

The buzz of the doorbell snapped him out of his reverie. Wondering who it could be at this late hour, Dave got up and opened the door.

"Hi, Dave," said Sherry. 

She was smiling but had a look of cautiousness about her. She was dressed in tight faded jeans and a form hugging pullover. Dave was surprised but at the same time happy to see her at his door. This was the first time that Sherry had come to his apartment. She was carrying a bag with her. The wonderful aroma made it amply clear what was inside it.

Dave stepped up close and kissed his wife, its intensity making his feelings crystal clear. He then took his wife by her hand and led her inside.

"Nothing much to show around," he said apologetically.

Sherry flushed. He was here in this apartment because she had asked for some time alone to gather her thoughts. But her husband was being so polite about it. He was treating her just like a guy would treat his girlfriend when she visits his place for the first time.

"It's okay," replied Sherry in an understanding tone and made her way to the kitchen. They stood making idle chat as Sherry quickly laid out their dinner. She next took out a bottle of white wine.

"How about a glass?" she inquired.

Dave smiled back at her.

"You go ahead. My quota of hard drinks is over and finished with. I will have a beer to give you company."

There was an old classic movie running. The two sat close next to each other, sipping their drinks, watching the movie with an occasional word to each other.

Sherry looked sideways at her husband. Though the last few weeks had been harrowing, they had also provided an opportunity for Sherry to get a glimpse into his tough interior and no-nonsense nature. She thought back to the way Dave had handled the stripper and then Evelyn. She smiled to herself as she drank from her glass. Companionship and security, a woman looks for these essentials in her relationship, and Dave certainly landed on top of the list with flying colours.

Her thoughts then went to Stella. She had been hurt terribly by this Sue whatever. Stella was not sure about how Scotty would react, but still she did not want to hide anything from her husband. And yes, she was mentally preparing herself for a possible rejection by Scotty. Poor girl.

And Dave? He had truthfully told her about his mistake. He knew he had breached the trust Sherry had bestowed upon him. And just like Stella, he must have been acutely aware of the possible fallout after telling her about his adventure.

Now didn't that put Dave and Stella in the same situation? Sherry wanted Scotty to understand the situation and forgive Stella. So, shouldn't she be applying the same logic and line of thinking in her case also?

Sue Gilmour ... Morrison ... she had to get to the bottom of that also. But somehow Sue seemed to be fading into the background and becoming a minor issue. 

Dave was physically intimate with another woman ... how bad was that? Bad enough to end her marriage? What about DJ? Perhaps she might find another man to share her life with, but why make DJ suffer. He should have both his biological parents with him in his growing years. It was his birthright and it was also the duty and responsibility of his biological parents to be there for him. And what about this hypothetical new man in her future life? Oh c'mon Sherry, don't be naive, he must have had physical intimacy with quite some women before meeting you. Yes, yes we all say the past doesn't matter. But at the same time there is no denying the fact that the past, present and future are all linked together in a way. What if he had some grey spots in his past which may rear up their head in "their" future?

In short, was her love for Dave and her family strong enough to forgive Dave and save her marriage? 

Sherry put her glass down. The bottle of wine was more than half empty and it was now a foregone conclusion that she would not drive home tonight by herself. Anyway, Ma Harding had already been warned about that possibility.

She stood in front of her husband and pulled off her top. Her braless 36C breasts tumbled free, nipples taut and proudly erect.

Dave sat watching as Sherry unzipped her jeans and stepped out of them. Her white cotton panties soon joined her jeans on the floor.

For a moment Dave sat staring at the wonderful sight in front of him before his brain screamed out a clear, distinct message, Man, that is your wife in the nude!

Dave scooped up his woman in his arms and purposefully strode towards his bedroom.

He laid his naked wife on the bed and whispered to her, "Baby, all I can say is that if a priceless vase develops a crack, all one can do is to apply some adhesive to prevent any further damage. My marriage is worth more than all the priceless vases in the world. I will apply the balm I think is necessary to remove the damage I have caused. The scars will no doubt remain, but Sherry I promise to give you a good home, protect you and our family from all Nature's fury and yes, never ever betray the trust you have so lovingly bestowed upon me."

As Sherry heard her husband speak, she felt a current flow through her body, the sexual call from between her thighs was spreading through her hot body, making her moan, her juices flooding her engorged pink pussy lips.

Dave lowered his face and took a nipple into his mouth. As he nibbled lightly, Sherry moaned and he felt the urge to be more aggressive. Dave pulled his wife closer, tighter, and began kissing both breasts with fervour.

His hands were actually shaking as he pushed her to a sitting position on the bed. Dave pushed her legs apart and tentatively kissed his way up Sherry's thigh. 

She put her hands on the back of his head, so he knew he was on the right track. Dave finally let himself make contact with her labia. He began licking around her lips. When he felt like she was ready, Dave urged his wife down until she was lying on the bed with her legs off of the end. Dave put one leg on his shoulder and attacked her clit with a vengeance. He could feel her juices already flowing. 

She began moving against his face, so without removing his mouth Dave took one finger and slid it back and forth across her folds. After making sure she was wet enough, he sank it all the way into her with one, smooth motion. She moaned louder and lifted her hips off of the bed, so Dave started moving it faster, this time while sucking on her clit. He could feel her legs quiver and felt pride in his ability to drive his beautiful woman so wild. Dave added a second finger and softly turned his hand as they pushed into her. Sherry changed her noises to short bursts and Dave suspected she was close.

After a few more seconds she cried out, "Yes Dave, yes!" and pulled her husband's face hard against her while she thrust her hips wildly. Dave removed his fingers and stuck his tongue as far as he could into the opening of her pussy, savouring the way she shook as he touched different spots inside of her.

When his wife finished cumming, Dave moved up her body, dragging his tongue softly all the way. When he reached her face, she didn't hesitate to kiss him deeply. Dave began moving his cock up and down her now drenched pussy, searching for the entrance.

Sherry tried to stop him, "Isn't it your turn now?" She was smiling. Sherry was very proud of her oral skills. 

Dave caressed her cheek, "Trust me Sherry, this is what I want."

Dave lodged the head of his cock inside Sherry, but she put out her hands to stop him from entering further. When Dave gave her a questioning look, she wrapped her legs behind him and slowly pulled him inside of her. It was the single most erotic feeling Dave had ever had. She was tight, warm and unbelievably wet. Dave suddenly wished he had let her go down on him. He hadn't had sex in a long time and didn't want to disappoint his love.

Dave began thrusting slowly. As he felt more comfortable, he began kissing Sherry and rotating his hips trying to touch every inch of her. Sherry rocked her hips up to meet her husband's thrusts, making Dave feel like she was fucking him, even though he was on the top. Dave returned his mouth to her breasts, trying to find a way to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him.

Dave reached behind one of her legs and brought it up high, allowing him to penetrate a little deeper. It was just right for Sherry. He heard her moan when he had finally got all the way inside of her. Her pussy gripped him snugly, but it wasn't too tight. Again Dave reflected on how perfect everything seemed to be between them. His random thought almost betrayed him as he felt himself reach the edge of an orgasm. 

Dave stopped moving and put his head down between Sherry's breasts. "Honey, we need to change positions or this is going to be over way too quickly," he said, hoping she'd understand. 

Sherry didn't say a word, but slid out from under him. Dave got onto his back in the middle of the bed as she kneeled beside him. She gave him a couple seconds to get in control again as she lazily dragged her tongue over his stomach, then down to his legs. When she made the return trip up, she took her husband's cock into her mouth for just a second, nibbling on the head. She looked up at him and flashed a nasty smile that made him realize the adventures were just starting.

Sherry straightened up and swung one leg over her husband. She took his cock by the shaft and rubbed it slowly back and forth across the opening to her pussy. Dave grabbed the sheets with both hands and squeezed as the sensation made him want to thrust hard into her. She took her time, teasing her husband as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. First she let the head and about a couple of inches inside of her. She smiled as she raised herself up and almost off of him, then slid down another inch.

Dave took the opportunity to admire the woman he loved. She had slim hips with an even slimmer waist. Her shape was more that of a college cheerleader than an adult woman, but it was beautiful. Dave thought his wife was an incredibly beautiful woman. He couldn't imagine how she could possibly be sexier.

Sherry let go of Dave with her hand and leaned forward across his body. As she licked and bit at his chest, she continued moving her hips, pushing her husband deep inside her. She would go halfway down his shaft and then, on the next thrust, would only go an inch. After several minutes of this maddening teasing, Dave grabbed her hips and tried to push himself deeper.

Sherry had a mischievous look in her eyes and said, "No way, I'm in charge now." She just moved further forward and prevented Dave from getting what he wanted. Finally she took pity on him and pulled his head forward to kiss him as she slid down hard and drove her husband all the way into her. She leaned back again and drove herself down onto him faster and harder, making him believe she was heading for another orgasm. He knew he was.

Dave started trying to think of baseball, politics, or anything else that would keep him from cumming and ending this incredible moment. It wasn't easy, his wife had a way of rotating her hips as she was also raising and lowering them that made him go just crazy. Suddenly she pushed down hard on him and leaned further back. She squeezed his hands tightly as he felt her whole body shake in a powerful orgasm. She made a noise that was somewhere between a moan and a squeal. Dave couldn't suppress a smile. It seemed like there wasn't anything about her that he didn't find enchanting.

After taking a second to bask in her pleasure, Sherry turned her attention back to her husband. She got a determined look in her eye and started raising herself almost the entire length of his shaft, then dropping down hard. It started slowly, but gained speed on every thrust. After only another minute Dave warned Sherry that he was close.

She continued to furiously pump his cock with her vaginal muscles. 

Dave arched his back as his hands clenched so hard he could feel his nails dig into his own skin. With a final thrust Dave groaned as his semen spurted out again and again, filling up his woman's warm and moist womb. Sherry continued to sit on top of him till his cock shrinked in size after releasing his baby making seeds.

Sherry then quietly lay down beside her husband, tears streaking her face. Dave turned towards her and the two hugged each other.

"I love you baby," whispered Dave again and again as he stroked her hair till both of them fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

Dave woke up the next morning to the smell of hot coffee. Sherry had risen early. Since Dave was supposed to take the early commuter jet, she had prepared a quick breakfast with whatever was available in the sparsely stocked kitchen.

They spoke to each other, openly and frankly after a very long time. Dave promised to get back to her after he closed the matters at the Orbit Mall. Sherry agreed to that. She too wanted a few more days to sort out the matter regarding Sue Morrison. She had not yet told Dave about what she knew about this Susan woman. Firstly, because she did not want to bring up the name of the other woman at this sensitive phase of her marriage, and secondly she wanted all the hard facts on her table before making any final call.

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The next few days passed rather uneventfully. She got nothing new on Susan, but she also had some other stories to cover regarding the tourism industry. The government had come out with some new sops for the industry and she got the comments and views of some of the top players. 

Dave and Sherry were now in daily contact with each other. Both were hopeful that they were now perhaps coming to some kind of a closure to their long running problem. Sherry had always feared that when Dave would make love to her, the other woman would somehow be ever present there in their bedroom, making it an unfriendly and unwelcome threesome. But that had not been the case that evening at Dave's apartment. 

The forceful manner with which Dave had handled Stella's tormentors had, in a way, driven the ghost of the other woman from her mind and reaffirmed her faith in her husband. She had felt emotionally happy and secure in the arms of her husband. Now her body and mind could not be lying to her could they?

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As the sun was setting down on another uneventful day, Nancy walked into Sherry's office with a parcel in hand. 

"My team has sent me this packet from Tacoma. It's all about that Susan woman."

Sherry's heart skipped a beat. Finally! She had been looking forward to this piece of information for so long. She put the packet in her bag. She intended to go through the details minutely at home.

Back home she took a nice hot shower. It felt nice. She had been feeling utterly different since their love making. Yes, it had been about making love and not having sex. Her husband knew her body inside and out. He knew her bodily demands and knew how to go about satisfying her. Likewise she could bring her man to his peak and then change tactics so that his Little Willie stayed hard and attentive to her needs. By the end of their lovemaking both experienced total satisfaction. Yes, there was a difference between making love and just plain sex.

Sherry spent the next hour or so with DJ and Ma Harding. DJ was missing his dad. She could see that. A child of his age cannot fully understand or express themselves. She watched his favourite cartoon with him as she cajoled him into finishing his supper. Then she finally tucked him into his bed and went to the study room and switched on her laptop.

She first skimmed the report on Susan Morrison. She was 35 years of age, 5'7'', blond hair, blue eyes with a degree in marketing. She was married to a Phillip Morrison whom she had met at work. They had been married for over ten years. Sherry glanced at the photo of Phillip Morrison. He was about 5'10'' with a thin, lanky frame, brown eyes and dark hair with receding hairline. He was about 42 years in age and was Vice President (Technical) at a well known construction firm called Gilmour Construction Inc. 




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Sherry's eyes narrowed with interest. "Gilmour Construction Inc," ... now didn't Susan introduce herself to Dave as Susan Gilmour? She began reading with renewed interest. It seemed Susan was distantly related to the family holding the majority shares in the company in which her husband, Phillip, worked. In fact it seemed that he got the initial employment solely because of his wife's family connections. This was getting interesting. Sherry continued to read on.

As per the feedback received by their informer, both husband and wife were a very ambitious couple, and not very scrupulous either in their handlings.

Sherry turned pale and her hands began to tremble as she read the final two paragraphs.

It seemed Susan Morrison took a very keen interest in the career of her husband. Gilmour Construction Inc was a big set with many interests including construction of off shore rigging platforms. Phillip Morrison was in the division looking after construction of shopping malls and housing projects. Phillip Morrison was reported to be not only very ambitious but also not averse to cutting corners on quality standards. There had been some complaints in the past about the quality of work executed. But nothing went further than the complaint stage. 

Then Sherry began reading the last paragraph about the Susan's personal life. Susan was apparently promiscuous by nature. She was known to have had numerous affairs. The report couldn't say for certain whether her husband was aware of her promiscuity. She was very discreet and always chose to go by her maiden name of Susan Gilmour whenever she dallied through the night with one of her lovers in a hotel. 

The last few lines described what was in the CDs. The sting operation had recorded her booking herself a hotel room in the name of Susan Gilmour. Later on a man calling himself her husband had joined her for the night. The CDs had her booking into different hotels on different dates at different cities under her maiden name with different men, all claiming to be Mr. Gilmour, entering her room in the night, only to come out in the morning. As to what transpired during the night with each Mr. Gilmour, the CDs had the entire show recorded for her.

Sherry's heart was beating a mile a minute. Her arm pits and back were wet with sweat. With trembling hands Sherry picked up the first CD and inserted it in the player.

The first shot showed Susan entering a hotel. She was attractively dressed in a pair of faded jeans and a form hugging top. She flashed a smile to the receptionist and asked for the room keys. The next footage was of the corridor on which Susan's room was situated. She was seen stepping out of the elevator with a bell boy carrying her overnight bag. Sherry realised that these were no doubt clippings from the hotel's security camera which her members had been able to obtain. A few minutes later a waiter arrived with drinks which Susan must have ordered. 

The next shot was of the clock hanging above the elevator. About half an hour had elapsed since Susan had entered the room.

The elevator door opened and a man in his mid forties walked out. He was of average height with a small paunch. As he came to a halt before Susan's room, he looked around furtively with shifty eyes. Then he rang the bell.

Now the CD began to play the scenes from inside the room. No doubt the sting operation team had been successful in placing electronic recording bugs in the room. 

The man was embracing Susan who was now dressed in a black micro mini skirt and a top that came just down to her midriff. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her tight top. Obviously, she was not wearing a bra. Her lips were painted a bright red and it seemed she had applied all her war paint. Mrs Susan Morrison was looking sexy, slutty and she was in the arms of a man other than her husband.

"How do you like my dress lover boy," asked Susan in a teasing tone as she freed herself from his pawing hands and began pouring out drinks.

"I like you more in the nude," he replied in a greedy voice. As he took his drink in one hand, his other hand grabbed her boobs and he began to greedily press them.

Susan stood smiling as her lover continued to maul her body. He had emptied his glass in a couple of gulps and then dragged Susan to the couch. She sat on his lap and the two began kissing each other. By now lover boy had his hands under her blouse. Soon he pulled it up in one quick jerk and threw it aside. He was now hungrily staring at Susan's luscious globes.

"Like them lover boy? Do you like my puppies," asked Susan in a playful tone.

In response, Sherry watched Susan's lover boy of the evening place his mouth over Susan's left breast while he began to pull upon the taut nipples of her right. He would alternately pull her tits upwards and then press them down with his thumb. All along his mouth continued to greedily suck upon the left boob, his free hand caressing Susan's bare back.

Susan had thrown her head back, enjoying the sensations produced in her body by her lover's caress. Her hands were clasped around his neck and she was pressing his face down on her boobs. 

The two continued to make out like crazy on the couch for some more moments. Then Susan's lover made her stand. He unzipped her skirt. For some time he gazed admiringly at her wet pussy with a neat landing strip. He inserted one and then two fingers.

"Ooohh ... "moaned Susan. He withdrew his fingers and licked them with glee. Then he stood up and led her to the bed. Susan lay down on her back and opened her legs invitingly.

"C'mon Jake baby, what are you waiting for? Fill me up," said Susan in a seductive tone, as she teasingly played with her clit.

Jake ... at least now she had a name for Susan's lover boy, thought Sherry, as she continued to watch the two of them fucking.

Jake quickly undressed. He had a normal looking cock, a bit thickish, but nothing special to write home about. It was sticking straight out. He climbed the bed and without much ado positioned himself between Susan's open legs and pushed his cock inside her wet cunt.

"Yeahh baby ... that's it, take me, take me harder," panted Susan as Sherry watched Jake's hips move rhythmically. Susan continued to wail and thrash about as Jake pummelled her with his cock. 

"You like it, you like it, bitch," panted Jake. He was towering above Susan, his body shining with sweat. 

Susan continued to make some breathless noises till Jake was unable to control any longer. With a grunt he gave a final thrust and pumped his cum inside Susan. A little while later he dropped exhausted next to her.

They were now making some idle pillow talk as all lovers do. The TV was blaring in the background and Sherry was having some difficulty in catch all that was being said.

" ... we almost had him over the mountain road," she heard Susan say. 

Sherry's sat erect in her chair. What was that?

"I wish your guys had succeeded. We spent the whole day trying to pick loopholes but we just couldn't get lucky," replied Jake as he watched Susan lick him clean. 

"But this time Jake Morris, you will succeed won't you," replied Susan. She had succeeded in her ministrations, and now Sherry could see Jake was getting an erection again.

Jake just smiled as he watched Susan climb on top of him. It was a smile of pure greed and lust.

"Jake, we want our company's name recommended for the Wilbur Project," said Susan as she began to ride him cowgirl style.

"Maybe, we spend a week at the Bahamas and talk over the details," replied Jake, his lust apparent in his eyes. "It would certainly help if you could persuade Janet to come along, you know the receptionist at Phillip's office?" continued Jake as Susan picked up speed.

Susan didn't reply but the smile on her face more than confirmed the deal.

"What about Phil? Will he mind you taking off for a week, and his receptionist too?" asked Jake with his eyes closed, enjoying the pleasures being offered by Susan.

"What about Phil?" repeated Susan and the two laughed.

"On your hands and knees my slut," rasped Jake as he sat up to change positions.

Then there was silence, just the sound of Susan's laborious breathing and Jake's moans of pleasure permeated the silence.

They continued with their fornication for some more time, till Jake finally pushed away from Susan, fully satisfied and tired. Soon he was fast asleep.

Sherry saw Susan glance at Jake's sleeping form. She then got up and entered the bathroom.

The next scene moved to the bathroom and Susan could be heard speaking over the mobile.

"Yeah, Phil honey, he has agreed," she heard Susan speak over her mobile. Obviously she was speaking to her husband. For a moment she was silent, then she burst out laughing.

"No dear, no partying as of now. Let's get the things in writing before we start celebrating."

"Oh by the way, he would like me to spend some time with him in the Bahamas. He was also asking for Janet. He didn't say so but I think Jonathan will be also coming to Bahamas. You do remember him don't you, he's that new Councillor. He couldn't take his eyes off me during last week's party. I had seen Luke speaking to him so my guess is that we have one more Councillor in our bag. Honey if all goes well, you should make it to the Family Board of Directors in a short time from now."

She spoke for some more moments and then went back to the room. She poured out a drink for herself and sat next to the sleeping Jake. She glanced at him to make sure he was sleeping, then she switched on the TV to watch some program.

Sherry sat back stunned. She now remembered Dave telling her about the ominous visit of the City Council Inspectors. One of them was named Jake Newman! And that near accident on the mountain road when Dave had rushed back to meet her for the first time after she had asked him over to their home for a quiet dinner.

All along she had been hurting as the victim of her husband's one night stand with another woman. But now it seemed that Dave was also a victim ... both victims of a Machiavellian plan, meticulously plotted and executed!

The pieces were now logically falling into place in her mind. Susan Morrison was sleeping with government officials to obtain favourable building contracts so that her husband could move up the corporate ladder. She was related to the principals of the company in which her husband worked, so it seemed likely that she wanted her husband in the board of directors ... that too pretty quick.

And she was unscrupulous too. She seduced Dave, well, to be honest Dave was an adult and should have known better, but Susan must have really worked him up. And then she had rung up Sherry to say that she was sorry. 

Sorry my foot!

It was a carefully designed honey trap. Susan wanted to delay the completion of the Orbit Mall project. Delay would mean an automatic disqualification of Dave's company and Susan's husband would have stood to gain the most if SeaTech was out of the running for the Wilbur Smith Housing Project.

By speaking to Sherry directly, Susan had planned on their marriage breaking up. This would have put Dave under tremendous pressure and quite possibly he would have failed miserably in completing the Orbit Mall project in time.

But that had not happened. Instead, Dave had immersed himself into his work, simply because he wanted to keep the pain of separation at bay. So the plan had misfired. Next she had Jake going over to the Orbit Mall seeking some technical shortcomings that would disqualify Dave's company. Perhaps those mysterious accidents at the construction site were also a result of Susan's devious planning. And that mountain road accident was no accident either.

Sherry could feel her Irish temper rising. That devious, calculating bitch! 

So when they couldn't get at Dave, they turned their attention to Scotty, his strongest and most dependable team member. They did to Stella what Susan had done with Dave!

Suddenly Sherry began to feel scared for her Dave. 

This woman Susan was a slur to womanhood, she was an evil, dangerous woman and would not let anything stand in her way.

She looked at her watch. It was getting late. She would speak to Dave first thing in the morning. Having decided upon that, Sherry climbed up the stairs to her bedroom. First thing tomorrow morning she was going to Dave's apartment and shift all his stuff home. It was time for her man to come home.

By the time sleep took hold of Sherry it was two thirty in the morning. But had Sherry decided to ring up her husband she would have found him to be fully awake and supervising his team members at the site. The project team was working round the clock and there was no time for rest.

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Wearily Dave made his way to the top floor. He was satisfied with the work progress on the other floors. Things were in control there. This last floor however did have some work to be done. The central A.C. was yet to start functioning while the flooring was only half complete. He began walking around the entire floor, making a mental estimate of the manpower to be allotted. There weren't many workers around as they had been redirected to complete the lower floor first. 

He felt their presence. He did not hear them approaching him in the eerie stillness of the night. His sixth sense called out to him.

Dave whirled around. 

There were two of them. Their faces were covered with ski masks. They were approaching him fast, their rubber soles not making much noise. The bigger of the two had an iron pipe in his hand while the smaller one welded an ugly looking knife. 

The big one reached Dave first. He swung the iron pipe towards Dave's head. Dave weaved and swung his arms in protection the pipe glanced against the side of his head and fell to the floor.

It hurt like hell.

"Scotty, we are under attack," screamed out Dave as he rolled to his left, ignoring the searing pain. He came back on his feet. The guy with the knife was getting closer. 

He needed help, and fast. Dave looked around. He had to do something to attract the attention of his men before he became history. He saw his company's sign board shining brightly and his eyes lit up. He picked the iron pipe and hurled it with all his might at the sign board. The iron pipe was bang on target. It hit the sign board smack in the centre and its lights went out with a bang. Shards of broken glass fell on the ground three storeys down and he could hear his crew members calling out to each other. Dave smiled. They would be up here in a couple of minutes. 

Dave turned to face the second assailant. He caused him to misdirect his thrust into the belly of his confederate who was close behind. He sank silently to the ground like the stock market. The assailant, momentarily shocked by his miscalculation, pulled his weapon free and slashed high. He pulled back and came at Dave again. Dave tried to dodge his thrust, but it was hard because of the searing pain in his head and because the blood, which was everywhere, all but blinded him. Dave was able to partially avoid his thrust, but it still pierced his chest, just to the right of his heart. 

The assailant snarled and reached out to grab Dave by his tunic, but Dave caught his arm, and acting on pure adrenaline, broke it at the elbow. His scream energized Dave for the briefest of moments. He disarmed him and jammed his own blade under his rib cage and twisted it. That was the last thing he remembered, that as well as the shouts of his men before he passed out.

Sherry was awakened by the persistent ringing of her mobile. She rubbed her eyes, forcing herself wide awake. 

"Sherry this is Scotty."

Sherry felt a knot form in her stomach.

"Why are you calling," she half whispered.

"Look Sherry there has been an accident and Dave has been hurt. He is in the hospital. You don't have time to catch the commuter jet, but our company car will be there in half an hour," said Scotty in an assuring tone.

Sherry felt her world collapsing around her. She tried to speak, but words didn't seem to come out.

"How is he?" she asked in a quavering voice. 

"Don't ask any questions now. Just get here. Stella will be with you," replied Scotty. 

Sherry nodded numbly and quickly dressed. Her heart was beating wildly.

"Stay calm, baby. Don't panic," she repeated to herself, trying her level best to drive away panic.

It was over three hours before they reached the hospital. All along Sherry kept ringing up Scotty for updates. But he refused to divulge any details. All he replied was that Dave was not in any imminent danger.

Sherry rushed inside the hospital with Stella close behind. She was received by Scotty who led them into the room where Dave was recuperating. The doctor was there when they entered the room.

Sherry choked when she saw Dave. His head was covered in bandages, bloodstains colouring them a deep red. Tubes were running out from his nose and mouth. Wires were attached all over his body. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be under sedation.

"How is my husband?" cried out Sherry in despair.

The doctor peered at them from over his glasses and then took them side. He cleared his throat and began talking.

"The hit he took in the head from the pipe has given him a concussion. It has caused haemorrhaging and swelling that was putting pressure against his optic nerve. It may take a couple of weeks to heal. The other doctors were considering surgery, but because it could be risky, we ultimately decided to use medication and time to deal with it for now."

"The blood loss from the chest wound almost killed him, but turned out to be far less serious than the concussion. The cut wasn't too deep, so there wasn't severe muscle damage," he added.

"Now I only request that the patient should get a complete rest. We don't want him under any kind of stress."

With that, the doctor left for his rounds and Sherry was left alone with Dave as Scotty had gone out to check about the prescriptions.

She held her husband's hand and began to weep uncontrollably. Her Dave had been a victim of a carefully wrought plan that involved nothing but pure greed. Susan and her husband desperately wanted to bag the Wilbur Smith Housing Project. For that they were willing to commit even murder. And it seemed they had succeeded. Although Dave had escaped with his life, there was no way he was going to go back to the Orbit Mall and see its completion.

"That bitch must be celebrating with her husband and God knows how many other men," thought Sherry bitterly as she lovingly caressed her husband's cheeks.

As she watched the IV fluid flow into her husband's veins through the needle piercing his wrist, she began to feel an anger welling up inside her against the injustice wrought upon her husband, her family.

"Oh God, he was just doing his duty, just working his ass off to give a better life to his family. Oh, why does this all happen with the good guys while the bad and the ugly go scot free" she sobbed.

Suddenly her face jerked up. The hand lovingly stroking her husband's cheeks went still. Her eyes had a far way look in them. With a slight nod of her head, she again began stroking her husband's cheeks. She placed her head near her husband's face, but her eyes continued to remain open for a long time, till sleep and exhaustion finally won over her grieving body.

To Be Continued ...

ALEX

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A Small Indiscretion Ch. 07



 (Many thanks to Greowulf for his wonderful editing)




Phillip Morrison looked at his watch. It was almost five in the evening. He smiled to himself. He would be leaving early this evening.

He leaned back on his swivel chair and stared at the ceiling smugly. At last things were going smoothly as planned. The downtown construction project that he was personally leading would be coming to a close in a week to ten days. But the best thing was that the Orbit Mall was definitely going to take more than the stipulated time to complete, and that would effectively put SeaTech out of the reckoning for the Wilbur Smith Housing Project.



It had been difficult but finally they had been able to bring down Dave Harding. Damn him. He was good at his work and because of him Morrison's company had the possibility of ending up a poor second. Now that he had been taken care of, the threat had faded into the background. All this had already been explained by Susan to the esteemed City Councillor and Jake with whom she was spending some days in the Bahamas.



The thought of his wife with one of the most respected City Councillors made him grow hard. He felt his bulge and smiled. A look of pure greed and evil enveloped his face. Yes, he and his wife made a great pair. He had the brains and she had the looks. Between them it wouldn't be long before he was in full control of the business currently controlled by his wife's relatives. That was what he wanted ... and so did she. Yes, they made a perfect pair.



His long, slender fingers unzipped his fly and he took out his flaccid cock and began playing with himself with one hand. With his other hand he picked up the sheaf of paper lying on his desk and began reading the contents.

It was an email from Gina Hopeman confirming that she would be meeting him as planned for an interview dinner at the Marriot. Things were moving places. She was from one of the better dailies at Columbus. A good interview at this point of time could certainly boost his company's profile, he mused.



He looked at his erect phallus and grinned. He reached out to his intercom and rang up his personal secretary.



"Marge, got a few minutes?" he said rather than asked and put down the receiver.



It was code she fully understood. "Few minutes" meant a quick blowjob before she left the office. Marge had a great figure. She was also in need of a good steady job as her husband was out of work and they had two small kids. A few weeks into her job, she had put in a request for a loan. Phil then told her that there was going to be a cut in the jobs and the new employees would be the first to go and so he really could not approve her loan. Then he made a magnanimous offer to her and she could hardly resist, given her poor financial position.



There was a knock on his door.



"Come in," called out Phil with a smile as he continued to play with his cock.



A quick blowjob and then he would head home for a quick change for that dinner meeting with Gina Hopeman.

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Phil looked at his watch. It was a few minutes past eight. He had arrived at the restaurant dot on time. As if on cue he saw a stunning blond woman enter the restaurant. She looked around for a few moments and then her eyes settled on him. With a smile she began walking towards him. 



Phil inadvertently licked his lips as he stared at the green eyed blond walking purposefully towards him. She was wearing a body hugging cocktail dress that came to just above her knees. The hem line was far enough above the knee to say "flirt with me" without saying "I'll sleep with you for a price". The front was low enough to give a tantalising glimpse of her deep cleavage, but at the same time nothing cheap and gaudy. Her thick mane came to below her shoulder but she seems to carry it with élan. The sparkling diamond necklace with matching ear rings added to her appeal. All in all she looked what she was, a successful business woman about the town. But the real message was sent with the high stiletto heels that said "You can get lucky tonight, stud."



"Hi, I'm Gina, sorry for being late," she gushed as she extended her hand. With a great difficulty, Phil managed to tear his eyes away from her enticing bosom as they firmly shook hands and settled down.



"It was so very nice of you to agree for this meeting at such a short notice. We know just how busy a person you are," continued Gina with an awe struck look in her eyes. She leaned closer as she said that, allowing Phil to get a good glimpse of her twin globes.



"Tell me everything Phil," she continued huskily without changing her position.



"Tell you what?" Phil finally croaked, his eyes firmly riveted to the amazing view in front of him.



"About you, all about you," continued Gina in her sultry tone, "it will make the perfect story ... the rise of a strong man to dizzy heights, power, fame," replied Gina. She beckoned to the waiter who was hovering nearby for a refill. Then she leaned forward and turned her full attention to Phil.



The drinks and Gina's adulatory remarks began to have their effect on Phil. He began to proudly speak about himself, how he rose from constructing small housing projects to where he was today. All along his eyes kept checking out the succulent breasts in display. He rubbed his cock. This was beautiful piece of ass.



Gina stopped him in the middle of his elaboratory discourse about his struggle and rise in the construction business. She took him by his hand to the dance floor. He wasn't complaining. Gina clung to him, pressing her hot body against his, letting his hardened cock rub against her flat stomach. A couple of times he moved away, but Gina followed him and they were back close to each other, all but grinding.



Phil rubbed his palms over her bare back as another slow number began playing. In response Gina rested her head on his chest, her hands clasped around his neck.



"The woman is hot and drunk," thought Phil to himself. Now he had to just play his cards right.



It was getting late and there were few couples remaining.



"Gina it's getting late and you are a bit tipsy. Let me drop you off at your floor," suggested Phil in a sincere tone, his lust filled eyes telling their very own different story.



Gina giggled and offered her hand to him as she stood up unsteadily on her feet.



"Thanks Phil. Wouldn't it be just awful if I were to enter somebody else's room," she said with a giggle and clung to him as he guided her out of the restaurant. She continued to hang on to him during the trip in the elevator and then down the corridor to her room. Phil saw this as a God send opportunity and continued to be his gentlemanly best.



"Say Phil," drawled Gina as Phil entered the card into the lock for her, "I have some good stuff with me that I always take on my lonely trips. Why don't you have a night cap with me and help finish it off?" she continued drunkenly.



Phil's eyes lighted up. It was going to be fun banging this stunning blond.



"Sure Gina," he replied as the two entered her hotel room.



Phil sat on the edge of the bed which he hoped to soon occupy with the drunk blond and watched Gina pour out a large one for him. She walked over to him and placed his glass in his hands.



"Won't you be joining me?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.



"Gotta go and freshen up," she whispered. Gina then gave him a seductive smile and walked over to the bathroom.



His glass was almost empty when she walked back in.



Phil just sat staring. Gina was arrayed in just a sheer negligee which just about covered her womanly treasures but did more with suggestion than could possibly be done with bare skin. Her braless full breasts were clearly discernible as were the erect nipples poking through the thin material.



She stood in front of him, allowing his greedy eyes to feast upon the delights she was offering him.



"How do I look?" she asked in an innocent tone, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief.



Phil set down his now empty glass and got up. His hands began to play with Gina's breasts over her negligee. He pressed his lips to hers, crushing them with his hunger.



Phil then grabbed her negligee and pulled it over her head. Her breasts spilled free and he grabbed her left orb in his right hand while his left hand began exploring her bare back. He wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss her passionately. He was very excited. He kissed her lips with lots of tongue, kissed her nose, and then moved to her neck just below the ear. Gina began to shiver with pleasure since that was her most intense pleasure spot. He kissed over to the hollow of her throat, just below her chin and finally moved down to her cleavage. 



"Uuummm ....," moaned Gina. Her eyes were closed and she was obviously enjoying the intimacy. Her womanly juices were seeping through her pussy lips. The air was filled with the scent of her arousal.



"Undress me," he finally commanded.



With nimble hands Gina quickly had his shirt off. His trousers soon followed suit. Gina was by now on her knees and staring at Phil's erection still lying hidden inside his boxers.



"Ummm, I must have that," she exclaimed and brought her hands to his waist and pulled down the last vestige of clothing.



He was thin and long, growing straighter and stronger by the second. Gina placed her right hand on his shaft and drunk in the sight before her. Her eyes widened briefly as her gaze travelled over his knob but the adulatory, almost obsessed look was soon back.



"Suck me," commanded Phil hoarsely.



Gina put one of her hands on Phil's cock and moved it up and down the shaft, very slowly. As she did, she looked at him and smiled. She was beautiful! Phil couldn't believe a creature like this was here in bed with him. He didn't want to wake from this dream.



Gina bent over his cock and took the head between her lips. She moved her tongue over the slit and tasted the pre-cum that was there.



"You taste as good as I thought you would."



Phil groaned. She was good, very good. Her erotic talk was doing tricks to his erection.



She moved her lips down Phil's shaft until she had taken 2 or 3 inches in. She pulled back and then moved down again, adding an additional inch. Gina continued this until she had taken all of him. She then began to bob her head up and down the shaft while one hand played with his balls and the other encircled his shaft at the base. She began to increase her pace and suck strongly as she did. 



Phil felt his scrotum begin to contract and he could feel the beginnings of his climax. Phil warned her that he was about to cum but Gina just looked him in the eyes and smiled. If anything, she began to move faster. Just when Phil thought that he would not be able to stop the explosion that was coming, Gina removed his cock from her mouth, her hand tightly squeezing his cock at its base. She then sat back with a huge smile on her face, his erect cock still in her hand. Her squeezing technique had stalled his burst and he was still strong and raring to go.



"I want you to cum in my pussy, you, you are so strong, so macho," she drooled and then quickly scampered up on the bed and positioned herself on her hands and knees, sticking up her ass in the air. Phil moved in. He had never felt so proud and self assured about himself before. He stood behind her and began rubbing his cock along her ass crack. Then, with Gina's help he guided his erection inside her. He grabbed her with both his hands and began thrusting vigorously. 



Gina began pushing her buttocks back in response to his thrusting. Beads of sweat began dropping from her forehead as the two continued to be locked in their animalistic coupling. The feel of a man on her soft body, his demanding penetrations inside her wet pussy were igniting a fiery response inside her, increasing in intensity, threatening to engulf her.



Phil continued his pounding from her behind. But the fantastic blowjob followed immediately by his taking her doggy style without any respite had run down his will power to control his build up to an eruption. He was now close, very close to shooting. With a final lunge, he drove his cock deep inside Gina's cunt. He closed his eyes as his body tensed and then shot out his cum deep inside the hot welcoming womb. Spurt after spurt shot out from his excited organ, till he slowly slid down and lay beside Gina, his erection fast receding.



That was good, great in fact. Phil began to relax. He closed his eyes, giving time to get his breath back. Then he would take her again. The night was still young.

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Gina lay listening to the deep snores coming from the man in deep sleep besides her. She was wide awake, her green eyes staring lifelessly up at the ceiling. 



When she was sure he was not going to awaken, she sat up and looked down at him. Her eyes were cold, filled with hatred and contempt. She then got up and pulled out her mobile and punched a number.



"I have finished. He is out. The drugged drink did its work."



"I have finished at my end too," came back the crisp businesslike reply from the woman at the other end. "Now get your ass out of there. Pronto!"



Gina didn't waste any time. She did as she was told. She had a quick wash and then quickly changed into a pair of faded jeans and t shirt. She then put on a plain denim jacket and stuffed all her belongings into her suitcase.



She gave a last backward glance at the sleeping form on the bed. Phil's mouth was half open and he was snoring, totally oblivious to the on goings around him. His pecker was small and shrivelled up.



Gina looked contemptuously at him and spat in his direction before walking out into the corridor. Down at the reception she paid the hotel bill in cash with a request that her friend be allowed to leave in the morning. As her payment covered everything, her request caused no problem.



She stepped into the SUV standing at the kerb. The two women didn't speak with each other till they crossed the city limits. They were both lost in their own thoughts. They had another three hours of driving ahead of them. The night was still young.



An hour later the SUV came to a halt besides a small gurgling stream. The passenger nodded a quick thanks and stepped out.



She walked up the stream till she was sure no headlight could hit her. She then took out the dress she had worn in the evening and flung it into the water. She stood watching the dress float away from her in the moonlight. The eyes still reflected the hatred and fury they had first displayed when she had sat up in her hotel bed and looked down at the bastard sleeping next to her, the bastard who was the husband of Susan Gilmour Morrison. 



One by one she slipped out of her clothes till she was stark naked. She watched the last piece of her attire swept away from her forever by the coursing, cleansing stream. Totally naked she stepped into the cold water. She closed her eyes and sunk to her neck, washing away the memories of the last few bitter hours.



Finally she grabbed her blond hairdo and carefully removed it from her head. She shook her head to allow her natural brown hair to fall free on her shoulders. With a grimace she threw it far away from her into the water. She then carefully pressed her eyes to remove the green coloured contact lens.



Sherry continued to sit in the running water for some time, as though willing the water to remove all impurities. Her eyes now no longer had that look of hatred. She vigorously washed off the remaining make up from her face. Then she stood up purposefully and walked back to where she had placed a fresh set of clothing. It was a simple white dress, not for virginity or purity, but for starting over with a clean slate. She quickly dressed up and ran back to the SUV and slid into the back seat. She opened the laptop and began to quickly go through the editing done by the driver while she was waiting for the bastard to fall asleep under the effect of the drugs. The driver had used the hotel's wifi to record all the scenes being streamed out from the surveillance unit they had set up in her hotel room.





"Let's go Ma, we have work to do."



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Dave heard voices in the distant background. It had been like this so many times before. Voices in the dark, some whispering and then total darkness as he would again go back into his coma. This time it was different. He thought he could recognise them.



His eyes blinked open. The first person he saw was his loving wife Sherry. He gave a start. She looked so different, so frail, so weak. She was holding his hand. Her eyes were closed and he could hear the sound of deep breathing.



Then as his eyes got accustomed to the dim light, he took stock of his surroundings. He noted that there were some tubes running into him, just like he had seen in Luke's case. He was in a hospital room!



Why? Why was he here? The last he remembered was being at the Orbit Mall. It was to be perhaps his final visit before they successfully completed the work ... completed the work! ... the two guys with ski masks! It all came back then.



"Sherry," he cried out hoarsely, clutching at her outstretched arm lying on the bed beside him.



Sherry woke up with a start. Dave had been floating in and out of his coma for the last few days. The doctors had told them that it was a good sign. The swelling in his head was subsiding and his mind was raring to get back to full drive. But it would be some days before they really got to see real change. 



She had never given up hope. She had been there by his bedside. They had had him airlifted back to Seattle so that he could get better medical care. And then they had waited with tepid anticipation, with hope in their hearts and fear in their mind.



"Oh Dave," she exclaimed and gave him a small hug. 



She then rushed out to call for the nurse. It was six in the morning. He had drifted back to sleep again after some time. But the barrier had been crossed. He was back with the living world again, though slipping into blissful sleep.



When Dave woke up again he was pleasantly surprised to see all his family members as well as some of his office staff.



Ma Harding was holding DJ in her arms while the rest of his family had big smiles on their faces. He could see some unshed tears in his father's eyes.



"Da ... da," chirped DJ in glee as he saw his dad looking at him. Ma Harding brought him close to Dave so that he could plant a big kiss on his cheeks.



Tears swelled in Dave's eyes. He had never felt so much happiness before. 



Then his eyes fell upon Scotty. His eyes brightened up for a moment and then dulled. He remembered the tight schedule they had been working on at the Orbit Mall. The Orbit Mall ... the Wilbur Smith Housing Project, he could not dare hope. But he didn't care. He had his loved ones back with him and no price was too high for that.



His eyes looked at Scotty's face questioningly. 



Scotty in turn looked at Yvonne and gave a slight nod with his head.



Yvonne stepped up to him with a non committal look on her face. 



"Boss I have something to read out to you," she said as she held up a letter in front of her. Dave saw that it was on his company's letterhead. Slowly she began reading out its contents.



"Dear Dave, in recognition of your dedication and hard work and for successfully completing the Orbit Mall Project to the full satisfaction of the City Council and for being instrumental in achieving the Wilbur Smith Housing Project the company wishes to issue this Letter of Achievement, and also promote you to the post of Chief Executive of Projects."




A Small Indiscretion Ch. 07



The crowd in the room began clapping and laughing. Yvonne had tears in her eyes. She rushed forward to kiss him.



"Great going brother," she said as she planted a real wet kiss on his forehead. Soon all his family members were around him, congratulating him, hugging him.



Dave lay bewildered. He had been in hospital for over a fortnight, then how?



After some time everyone bade him goodbye and a speedy recovery. Soon he was alone with just Sherry and Scotty who seemed to have lingered back.

"Scotty, I don't quite understand," said Dave weakly. It would be a few more days before he could get his strength back.

"You do remember the attack on you don't you?"

"Yeah, there were two of them. Did we catch them?"

"Yeah we did. The Police interrogated them. According to the Police they had been paid by an underworld goon for attacking him. Killing him would have earned them an extra bonus."

"But why?"

"They couldn't answer that. They were just the bottom rung players who had been paid to do the actual dirty thing. The Police then began tracking the guy who had hired them. During this time they got some pretty useful information from their network of informants."

"What kind of information?"

"The word going around in the underworld grapevine was that some company had offered a large sum for taking out somebody working for one of their competitors."

Dave felt sick. 

"Which company wanted me out?" he asked as he grasped Sherry's hand.

Scotty's face broke into a big smile.

"Before the Police could dig deeper, Sherry's paper came out with a sting operation story that really shook up the construction industry."

"Why don't you tell the rest of the story Sherry? After all you were right in the midst of it."

Sherry took a deep breath and then began telling Dave bout the sting operation.



"As I had told you, our newspaper was planning to take out a story on the big time corruption taking place in Government contracts, something that ultimately hits the everyday common man. My responsibility was to cover the housing project deals. During the course of investigations, my people came across some information about money and women being offered in return for lucrative contracts. That seemed to be a juicy piece of story. So I told our contacts to dig deeper."

"And?" asked Dave. He was by now full of curiosity.

"Well, here's where it began it began to get interesting. It seems that there was this woman going by the name of Susan Morrison who was really deep into it."

"Susan Morrison?" asked Dave.

"Yes, subsequent investigations revealed that her full name was Susan Gilmour Morrison and she was the wife of one Phillip Morrison," continued Sherry.

"As in Gilmour Construction Inc?" asked Dave incredulously.

"Yup that's him and it's the same woman whom you met that evening," said Sherry softly with concern in her eyes.

Dave remained silent though Sherry could see that he had clenched his fists.

"I have met him a couple of times. Seemed like a seedy fellow to me. Shifty mean-looking eyes and all that," said Dave in a reflective tone. "And yes Susan too," he added bitterly.

Sherry placed her hand on his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze.

"Further investigations revealed that she was not only sleeping around with government officials and some City Councillors but also supplying girls to them."

"Wow," exclaimed Dave, "One does get to read about all this in papers, but happening so close to us--whew!" said Dave.

"Much closer than you could imagine Dave. She spent the evening with you and then sold the bullshit about telling our spouses about our indiscretion. She even talked to me if you remember."

Dave nodded his head thoughtfully. 

"Actually they were after the Wilbur Smith Housing Project. They knew their company didn't stand a chance if you guys completed the Orbit Mall in time. So they planned a devious plan for disrupting the work there."

"Go on," said Dave though he was getting a picture of it.

"She hit upon you with the sole purpose of breaking us up so that you wouldn't be in any proper mental condition to continue at the Orbit Mall."

Sherry stopped for a moment before continuing.

"But you were strong. In spite of the odds you bounced back," said Sherry. By now she had taken both his hands in hers. She leaned forward and kissed his hands and looked up to her husband with tears in her eyes.

She had forgiven him!

Dave could see that in her eyes. They continued to hold hands with a smile on their lips like two love struck teens.

"I still wish I had been strong enough or less drunk," said Dave with a firm note.

"You never stood a chance against her you stupid boy," replied Sherry, "she's an incarnation of the Devil in woman form."

"I was your best friend. You adored me, trusted me, wanted to raise a family with me. I guess I messed it all up real big," replied Dave with a sigh.

"No, baby, you were against a She-Devil. You were and are all that I want," replied Sherry. Tears were flowing down her cheeks, "One thing I have learned over the last couple of months is that light comes from darkness and strength grows from weakness. Tables have a way of turning. I do want you back in your family where you belong."

They were again silent for some moments before Sherry continued.

"We set up some sting operations then. Once we were onto her it became quite easy, actually. In one CD we had Susan in bed with Jake and they were discussing the inspection of the Orbit Mall and how Jake couldn't get anything on you. Then they even discussed your mountain road accident."

"What?"

"Yes, Dave, that and the other attack you survived," continued Sherry.

Dave's eyes flitted to Scotty's face and then back to Sherry. He was thinking about Stella.

"Yes Chief," replied Scotty, "what Stella went through was also planned by Susan. Sherry and Stella told me about it all."

"Seems my woman never really knew me completely after so many years of marriage, she feared I would divorce her after hearing about it. Hell, if she had told me about her ordeal earlier, that woman and those strippers would have reached the gates of Hell a long time back and you wouldn't have been here in the hospital. I would have believed her always and not what some silly CD footage showed," he continued grimly.

Dave laid back on his pillow. He had been feeling bad about holding things back from Scotty, but now he was feeling relieved.

"So how does all this add up to my getting this letter of appreciation for bagging the Wilbur Smith Housing Project?"

Sherry smiled.

"Well, Dave, we also found out that in return for her husband's company being awarded the Wilbur Housing Project, she planned on spending some days in the Bahamas in the company of a well known City Councillor and Jake. She was even going to bring along another girl from Phil's office.

"Needless to say we tagged along and captured them on CD in the Bahamas. They could be seen having sex in every imaginative way possible as well as discussing the Wilbur Smith Housing Project, the Orbit Mall and yes how you had survived the attack and were going to live to see another day."

"Bad man, real bad," mumbled Dave.

"The rest as they say is history. A couple days back we ran our story on all that we had collected. We even mentioned the internet link through which the public could have a real good uncensored view of all that was being written in the paper."

Dave laughed. "I know your writing style and can very well imagine the contents."

Scotty fished around and came up with a bundle of newspapers.

"You can do better than that. Here, read it all for yourself."

Dave picked up the newspapers and began reading with avid interest. It was all on the front page, the names, the name of the contractors, the payoffs and yes, the meeting places. Some pictures even showed one prominent City Councillor and some government functionaries in Susan's "company". They could be seen at the reception desk of different hotels, entering hotel rooms and then leaving together the next morning. He recognised Jake and a couple of other guys.

"After the exposure, all hell broke loose," said Scotty with a big grin.

"Then the Government agencies began their rear guard action or, say, their cover up action. The guys in the picture were immediately suspended while the implicated City Councillor suddenly decided to resign on health grounds. Gilmour Construction, Inc. was blacklisted. They really stand to lose a lot. Phil Morrison submitted his resignation which was immediately accepted. Then looking at the fact that our company had been deliberately targeted and was a victim of a well thought out plan with the complete involvement of some Government people, we were given an extension of three weeks to complete the Orbit Mall and, yes, as of last week we completed the work," said Scotty proudly.

"Then a couple of days back, the City Council back here rolled out the names of the companies shortlisted for the Wilbur Smith Housing Project. One of their benchmarks for the short listing was the quality and timeliness of the work executed at the Orbit Mall," finished Sherry.

"What about that Susan woman?"

"A funny thing happened with her, Dave," replied Scotty, "During the time we were running those clips on the internet that showed Susan with the City Councillor, another clipping came out showing her husband Phil screwing a stunning blond. Going by the date on the recording it was at the same time as Susan was doing it in the Bahamas."

Sherry sat quietly, looking down at her hands placed on her lap as Scotty continued telling about Phil.

"Susan went freaking mad. It was bad enough to be getting exposed about her services, but she was shocked to realise that her husband had been enjoying himself behind her back. All along she had been under the mistaken notion that she was doing it for "them" so to say, but it was turned out to be otherwise."

Dave smiled. The bitch deserved it.

"Last known was that she had filed for divorce on grounds of infidelity. Can you beat that?!" guffawed Scotty.

"In other words the She-Devil has bitten the dust," retorted Dave. He was not the vengeful type, but on hearing her fate he began to feel a lot better. 

The two had been busy talking to each other; but had either of them looked towards Sherry when that last sentence had been said, they would have been shocked to see that the otherwise friendly blue eyes had suddenly for the briefest instant turned into a pair of spine chilling, cold, pitiless venom-spitting pinpricks. But then that was for the briefest of instants, and her face had been down looking at her lap.

It was getting late in the night. Mother O'Brien brought over two mugs of coffee to where Ma Harding was sitting. She peered over her shoulders as she placed her cup besides her.

"What are you writing down?" she asked as she settled down comfortably besides her son's mother.

"Names," she replied.

"Let me see," said Mother O'Brien as Ma Harding pushed the piece of paper towards her.

Mother O'Brien's eyes quickly went over the names of girl's neatly written down by Ma Harding.

"Which one do you like?" asked Ma Harding.

"You sure it's gonna be a girl this time?" asked Mother O'Brien as she took a deep sip of her hot coffee.

Dave had taken a couple weeks long-overdue leave from his office before starting on the Wilbur Smith Housing Project. They had decided to spend some quiet moments at the pad his wife's father had purchased for his daughter when she had moved to college. It was just the three of them, he, Sherry and DJ. They had had a lot of catching up to do. They planned to spend some idyllic moments strolling along the shores of the lake, reminiscing about their undergraduate times when life seemed so much simpler and uncomplicated. And yes, Sherry was in her fertile period. She had stopped taking her pills sometime back.

"Give me your pen. I want to add some of my preferences to your list," replied Mother O'Brien.

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EPILOGUE

A thundering round of applause went up as Dave stepped up to join the other senior executives on the podium. The senior City Councillor looking after the Wilbur Smith Housing Project had insisted upon it. 

Over three months had passed since Dave had been discharged from the hospital. They were at the grand party organized by the City Council for declaring the beginning of the Wilbur Smith Housing Project. They had called for all the companies involved to be represented by their senior executives, and the grey-haired City Councillor standing at the podium making big political speeches had insisted that Dave be front and center. 

It was a political stunt, she knew that. Dave's name had made headlines for days and days. Stories had been published about how one dynamic man had single handedly fought against the odds thrown up by a devious mix of industrial competition and conniving government servants and a few politicians too. So, today it made sense to call him up and show their solidarity with him, or the likes of him for the benefit of the public. Public memory has always been short and what is seen today would be remembered more clearly than what was read about some months back, or so thought the type of men like the City Councillor standing on the podium with the mike in his hand.

She patted her stomach and said softly, "Girlie your dad is a national hero of sorts, he's right there amongst the big and the powerful."

She was pregnant with her second child. It was going to be a girl, she just knew it. She sighed contentedly, watching the ceremonies with a benign smile, her hand again and again going over her tummy as though caressing the child she was carrying in her womb. It was an imperfect world they lived in, a world that needed girls like Sherry to be there to take care of the Daves taking on the world with their idealistic plans.

A slight movement to her right caught her attention. It was her! 

Susan Gilmour Morrison was standing in the far corner of the hall, away from prying eyes and cameras. She continued to look at her, the fiery rage that she had felt so long ago on that lonely night besides the hospital bed of her injured husband began to rear its ugly head. 

She watched her make her way towards the powder room. The woman had changed. The confident look and the aura of success that she had seen in Susan when she had met her face to face were totally missing. Her shoulders had stooped; there was a shuffle to her steps and she had lost weight. Susan had cut her hair short and the dress she was wearing hardly showed her off to her best. She had also started wearing glasses. But Sherry had recognised her immediately as the conspirator who had planned to kill her man, to wreck her family ... to take away DJ's father from him ... all for wealth and lucre. 

Sherry got up and followed Susan into the powder room. She looked around. Susan was standing near one of the wash basins. There seemed to be no one else around.

"Susan? It's Susan Morrison isn't it?" asked Sherry in a mock questioning tone as her piercing blue eyes bore into her.

"Well, hello, Sherry," replied Susan in a somewhat tentative tone, refusing to hold her gaze more than necessary.

"Fancy meeting you here at the unveiling of the Wilbur Smith Housing Project," continued Sherry. 

The two stood staring at each other like two street cats seizing up each other with their claws out before pouncing upon each other.

"I didn't know that the people from Gilmour Construction, Inc. were invited to the unveiling ceremony," said Sherry. "Or are you freelancing?" continued Sherry, letting the last two words hang in the air, the double entendre clear by the contemptuous look on her face.

Susan made to step aside and walk out of the wash room. But Sherry barred her way. That famous temper of hers was ready, waiting in the background like a tiger on a light leash just waiting for slack and the chance to strike.

Susan stood trembling, still refusing to look directly at Sherry.

"How was he Susan?"

Susan's head snapped up to look at Sherry's face.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean you bitch. I asked you whether you liked the time my husband spent with you that night. I know my man. He is a stallion in bed. He can go on and on like a powerful self propelled piston. And isn't he long and thick? When he took what you offered him, I'm sure you must have never imagined that you would be getting the fuck of your lifetime. Look at me, whore!" lashed out Sherry furiously.

The sweeping, glancing look that Susan gave her confirmed her suspicions. She smiled contemptuously at her adversary.

"I get that stallion in my bed every night. He services me all night long. And he is up in the morning for some further servicing with his morning woody," continued Sherry in her haughty taunting tone. 

"You know something? I feel sorry for you and I understand also." continued Sherry as she continued to fire salvo after salvo at her cornered adversary.

"You're speaking in Chinese dear," replied Susan, still trying to edge her way out.

"If I had a pencil-thin thingy back at home for regular servicing with freckles all around you know where then I would definitely be spreading my legs like you for all the strange cocks I could lay my sight on ... making some good money through favored contracts would just be a bonus," hissed Sherry, "Afterall, a gal has to make a living and have some fun too. If the man is a good for nothing at office and in bed then he is at least useful as a pimp for satiating all one's needs."

Susan stood dazed as she listened to the burning words coming from the wrathful Sherry.

"Freckled ... how do you know that Phil has a freck..." she did not complete her sentence as suddenly realisation dawned upon her.

"You! It was you with Phil that night in the hotel," said Susan hoarsely, her eyes wide with amazement, unable to believe what she had just comprehended.

Sherry looked on silently, savouring her victory, enjoying every second of it.

Suddenly a cunning look came over Susan's face.

"Dearie, if your stallion was to get to know that ..."

She didn't get to finish her line as Sherry cut in.

"Remember seeing that Councillor on the podium with a mike in his hand?"

Susan stood glaring at her.

"The word going around is that he has some mafia links, probably that's one reason why he is trying to create such a good image amongst the public out there in front of all those cameras," said Sherry. Then she leaned closer.

"Now supposing a CD would start moving around showing a man, who decidedly looks very much like him banging a married whore, who decidedly looks very much like you, out in the balcony of the hotel room they had stayed some time back, in the wee hours of the morning, while the whore begged him to give a few favours to her husband's company, just how do you think he would react?"

Susan went ghostly white. She began trembling. Some of the people close to the Councillor were rumoured to be of the shady type and would take any extreme step to ensure their man continued unscathed.

"Fade away, bitch, this party is mine," said Sherry and walked out of the powder room.

Back in the room, the long boring drawn out speech was finally coming to an end.

Sherry lovingly patted her tummy as her eyes followed he husband making his way back to her.

"Sorry, baby, mama lost her cool for some moments. But now she promises never to do that again," murmured Sherry as Dave leaned over to give her a kiss.

The End

ALEX

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