5 comments/ 23464 views/ 1 favorites Revenge Inc. Noel By: H20wader the ravings of a known lunatic. Copyrighted May 2006 by The H20wader. Edited by Techsan, who still suffers with my spelling, my spacing, my Capital letters, and my dialogue sequences. I hope I am learning. He tries so hard. Alas, I cannot stop adding material, therefore all errors you can find are mine alone. Of course, all errors you cannot find are his. LOL. Spacer also had a hand in trying to straightening out the twists in the story. We disagreed on the ending. As author, I selected my ending. I did do a rewrite to make it hopefully plainer and clearer. The third in a hopefully never-ending series. ***** It was Monday. Harold Stasson was always the first in the office. He placed the bagels, which he had picked up at the Johnson's Deli on his way to the office, on the napkins on the tray he always used. He liked the calm and the quiet of the early morning. He had just made the morning coffee when he heard the buzzer from the front door. Judith, for sure, she would want coffee too. He pushed the button that would allow the door to open. He poured her cup to the three quarter level, added the sugar and cream, and placed the cup next to the plain bagel on the napkin. He turned to the door and waited for her smiling face. Judith was lovely in the morning when she came to work. Actually, Harold thought she was lovely anytime and all the time. He was sure that he was falling in love with a fellow worker. He was not sure of himself in this situation. He was not sure that she was very receptive to the idea. Yes, she had given him assurances. She had let him fondle and kiss her wonderful breasts, but was she just playing with him? There was also the Boss, would he approve of this relationship or fire the pair of them. Judith entered the break room. His heart skipped several beats. She was so beautiful. How could a woman this beautiful fall in love with him? He was not tall, he wore bifocals, his hair was thinning, he had a potbelly, and he had trouble talking in her presence. "Good morning, Harold. I have two cases I am working on today. I need to get started. Thank you for the bagel and coffee. Can you check the emails, please?" "Huh, oh yes, sure." Damn, why could the not be comfortable with her? Why did he talk like an idiot when he was with her? Why did his stupid penis get hard every time she was near him? She left the break room and the hardness ached as her ass swayed gently as she walked away. It looked so beautiful, so touchable, so inviting, so... Harold shook his head to clear his mind. He finished the black coffee and the cinnamon raisin bagel. The E-mails were waiting for him. The first one was opened. To: Revenge Inc. From: Noel Lodge Subject: Revenge Sirs: Recently a story was published on several sites on the internet. After reading the story, I am convinced that I am the subject of that story. The story is exactly what happened to me in my junior year of high school. A rival did just what the story says. Here is the URL I suggest you read it before you continue with this E-mail. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.com Yes, I was a bitch in my high school. Yes, I did everything Beth mentioned in the story but I need to explain what life was like in school and how I reacted to the problems that plagued me. You may call me at 555-555-1212. Noel Lodge There were several other E-mails but nothing important. He did not want to have his penis enlarged. His mind briefly wondered if Judith would be happy with what he had. How could he ask her? Again, he shook his head and sent the enlargement thing to spam. He returned to the first E-mail. He called up the story and read it. A Queen Bee is rich, good looking and stuck up. All the boys in the school gone goggle eyed for her. She could have any boy she wanted so there were boys who dumped girls to date her. Being too popular with boys to have a steady, she went through a lot of boys, each one leaving behind at least one angry girlfriend. There is a get-even scene where the Queen is gang raped by a retarded boy and a rather large group of boys who were just there and wanted the Queen Bee. In addition, there were four girls who were orally satisfied. A fantasy, the male writer, said, but the E-mail said it was true. Harold wondered where The H20wader got his facts. If it was true, high school had gotten a lot rougher since he was there. He never got any blowjobs but he had heard that others did. He read it again. He kinda liked the way it turned out. This writer had a way with words and could tell a story very well. A queen bee got her comeuppance. Well, maybe it was rough on the Bee, but it was a fantasy, wasn't it? The E-mail said it was a true story. He called the number. The phone rang three times. "Hello. Lodge residence. To whom do you wish to speak?" "Noel, please." "Who shall I say is calling?" "Harold Stasson." "May I tell her why you are calling?" "In reference to an E-mail sent to my office." "Hold, please." Thank god there none of that dumb music. The wait was only a minute. "Noel, here, if this is what I think it is, give me an appointment please. As soon as possible." "Today, 11 AM?" "Excellent." Harold replaced the phone and sat back in his chair. The Boss always told him never to anticipate. Sure, right. Harold's mind was running a million miles a second. He decided to E-mail the Boss again about the credit cars for Judith and himself. They would be so much easier that keeping track of the job related expenses and the paperwork of E-mailing the damn thing to the boss. There were times when he did not have the money in his account to pay some of the bills and he was then forced to use his own credit card. That made expense reporting very difficult. The E-mail was written and sent. It was now just 10 AM. He had an hour to kill. He decided to check on Judith. He eased down the hall and peeked in her office. A client, a young woman dressed in sweats was crying. Harold eased back to his office. He checked his files for active cases. There were three. All were on hold waiting for the client's nemesis to return from trips. As soon as they were local, the case would move forward. If the nemesis did not return, the case would be forwarded to the office in that sector. Everything was ready. Harold went to the restroom and combed his thinning hair. Maybe implants? It was not expensive and it might make him look better. But would Judith approve? How could he ask her? He heard the buzzer from the front door. He hurried back to this desk, almost falling, and thumbed the button. He headed for the small lobby. They really needed a receptionist. "You are Noel, I believe?" He looked at the girl, woman, before him. She was a true blonde or she had been to her hairdressers recently. There were no dark roots. She was short maybe five three, in the heels it was hard to say. Blue eyes of course. Diamond studs in the lobes of her ears. A small chain around her neck holding a larger diamond with the same cut and color. Her dress was fashionable but not revealing. She looked like a rich college student trying to impress him. "Yes." "Follow me to my office, please." He sat behind the desk; she sat in the large leather chair. She looked tiny in the huge chair. Her legs were perfect, long, lean and well tanned, not encumbered by hose. The shoes were heeled but sensible pumps, that appeared to Harold to be 2 maybe 2 and a half inches. Harold did not know women's clothing well, but Noel was dressed in an extremely well made pants suit. It was not sexy but demonstrated that there was a very nice young body under the cloth. Harold pushed the record button under the desk. "Do you mind if the session is taped? It is a help when the final plans are made. Your full name, please." "Noel Cabot Lodge. No, I do not mind. You already know why I am here." "I have read the story as you requested. According to the author, The H20wader, it was a fantasy of a high school girl." "Sir, I assure you the story was true. I was drugged and gangbanged by I don't know how many boys. That was almost four years ago." "Then I will assume the story as written was true. I am in the revenge business. What do you want me to do?" "First, let me tell you my side of the story," Noel said. She licked her lips, took a deep breath and started. "My mother died when I was 12. My father remarried when just before I was 14. He married a 26-year-old trophy wife. She was a gold digger but she was a very beautiful woman. She made me feel as if I were an ugly duckling. I was young and insecure, she ridiculed me often. Without my mother, I had to rely on myself and things did not go well for me. Katherine made me call her by her first name so, as she said, we could be sisters, not a mother and daughter. "She also signed a pre-nup. Just after I graduated from high school, my father was killed in an automobile crash with a drunk driver. My stepmother got 50 million and departed for places unknown. My father's sister took me in and I still live with her in a small mansion in Grosse Points Shores. I am attending the University of Windsor, across the bridge. My aunt is elderly and I love her. She is a very real Grand Dame. "I am part of the Boston Lodges. There are trust funds for all of us. An early ancestor from the Revolutionary War made a large profit in the slave trade and the money has been pouring in ever since. The actual money is handled by a very nice old-line investment company, whose whole purpose is to maintain the growth so that every one in the family will be filthy rich. "Boston is my home town, actually area. Father wanted to spend his life in a middle class town, as far away from the hoity-torties, as he called them. My mother was not in favor of the idea. She wanted me to be raised among the wealthy and have the life that our money entitled. The best private schools were mine. "After my mother died, we moved to Livonia. I started the eighth grade in a public school. I still thought as myself as better that the common people. I was quite attractive and attracted boys. I was according to mt female class mates stuck-up. I was that and more. My stepmother did not care for me and often ridiculed me. Oh, privately, of course, but she was very effective in destroying any confidence I might have had. I hated her and she hated me. "As said, I was very pretty, but I did not believe in myself. I was vain and cruel to people in the school. I used the boy's attention to me to hurt many young girls. All I had to do was hint that I might be interested and a boy would drop everything, especially his girlfriend. The one that I hurt the most was Beth. I heard about a sex party she attended. Sex party is a harsh term; it was a party where several young insecure young girls each gave oral sex to one boy in a contest. I had just taken Beth's boy friend away from her and she would not know until the following Monday. I was exceptionally cruel to her. "That was in the start of my junior year. Then things exploded. I was gang raped. I was drugged and used. The plot was the result of the years I had been a snob, a bitch, and a high and mighty Queen Bee. Beth took pictures of the rape. I want the pictures back. "Mr. Stasson, I am not a Paris Hilton, I do not wish to be a celebrity. I have more money that I will ever be able to spend; I give a lot to charities. I am dating a young man, but it is not serious. I do hope in time to marry and have children. I want to be a mother. I cannot do that with those pictures hanging over my head." Harold looked thoughtful, "Have you tried to approach this Beth?" "I am terrified of her; I would prefer to stay away for her. I could meet her under the right circumstances, if I were in a position of power. She might post the pictures on the net at any time. I need to make sure all of them are destroyed. I do know how many sets she has or where they are. "I have been in heavy therapy for the last four years. I now have a grip on my life and I wish to move on with that life. Beth is the last thing I have to deal with so that my life will better and more worry free. I have not seen any of my high school ..er.. acquaintances since we graduated. I did not go on the senior trip to Barbados as my father had just been killed. I was already in therapy at that time. I have not talked on any of my classmates personally since I graduated. I did hire am excellent private detective and I have some information to share with you." Noel removed a small notebook from her purse and placed it on the desk. There was another fifteen minutes as Noel told Harold all that he needed to know. "I will need some time to think on this. May I call you, say, in a day or two? You do understand that I have a feeling that this will be very expensive?" "Sir, on my twenty-first birthday I inherited over $100,000,000. There is a lot more to come as I become twenty-five, thirty and thirty-five. I seriously doubt that you will put even a very small dent, or should I say nick or even a scratch in that much money. Sir, I am buying my life back." "Then look for my call. The same number as before?" "No, use my cell. 555-555-1111. I can find my way out." Harold watched her leave. She was exquisitely beautiful. If he was younger, had hair, no potbelly, and more money and did not love Judith he would... He laughed at himself. He made a copy of the CD used for the recording. Backs up are always nice. Harold got another cinnamon raisin bagel and more black coffee; he started to think. Several things she had said stood out, the one that had caught his attention was the comment about not knowing how many sets of the pictures existed. The first order of business was to see what material Noel had gathered. The next ten minutes he read the notebook. Noel had done a lot of homework. There were names, addresses, telephone numbers, cell numbers, safe deposit box numbers, and the role each person played in that night. Harold was impressed; Noel had an excellent private detective. There was, of course, the fact that Noel was the source of the memories of that night and that she had one hell of a lot of money. "Ah, well, the longest journey begins with the first step." The first call was to a friend at the FBI, John Bezzel. "John, Harold here, how's Carol?" "Carol is fine; pregnant again. What do you want?" "I have a list of names. Can you please check them for me?" "Harold, damn it, I do have to work here, you know. Every time you mention Carol, you want information." "John, I will never tell her.' "Yeah, yeah. Gimme the damn names." "John, I promised I would never tell her; I keep my promises. I will E-mail them to you." "Tomorrow afternoon, Harold." "Thanks John. I will never tell her." "I know, but I am still guilty." Twenty-five names with addresses, driver's license, and social security numbers were E-mailed. Harold looked at the clock on the wall. Maybe Judith would like some lunch. He walked to her office. She was alone, good! "Judith." She jumped in surprise, "Harold, you scared me." She was smiling just like she was when she came to work that morning. "We need a receptionist. Would you like me to order Chinese?" "Sounds good, Harold. Mongolian Beef, medium, for me. I have a call coming in; can you yell for me and make tea when it arrives." Judith giggled, "Harold, why do we need a Chinese receptionist?" They laughed together. Weird Harold began to grow in Harold's pants. "Judith, I have been, well, thinking. Maybe we should, like, maybe, get a weekend off. You know, like, maybe, go somewhere together?" How did she do this to him? He was a damn idiot; he could not talk to her with falling all over himself. He wondered if she could see the lump in his pants. Judith looked at the man she was falling in love with. He was asking her to spend two nights alone in a hotel or a motel room somewhere. "Harold, I am not sure. Can you give me an idea of when and where?" Her mind flashed: What was she saying to him? You silly cow tell him yes, yes, yes! Harold had never intended on asking her for a weekend away. It had just blurted out. Now he had no idea where to go. He had to say something. "How about Port Sanilac?" he took a breath. "There are beaches and a small golf course and a summer play house. When are you free?" "I love theater, what is playing?" "I have no idea." Harold wanted to sink into the floor and vanish. Why had he not checked? Why was he asking this wonderful woman if she wanted to go somewhere and sleep with him? Why didn't he just die? Judith was struggling not to laugh. Harold was completely hopeless when he talked to her. She wanted to kiss him, but they were in the workplace. The ringing phone on her desk saved her and Harold. Harold waved at her and left the room. (For once, not running in the doorjamb.) He ordered lunch. Sweet and soup pork for him Mongolian beef for Judith, white rice, egg rolls and egg drop soup. Delivery in 30 minutes. The neat thing about Harold is when he is not talking to, looking at, or thinking about Judith, he could accomplish a lot. The base plan was starting to form in his mind. Like most plans, it would weave and twist but the idea was there. Out of twenty-five names, one had to have done something wrong. He picked up his phone and called his contact with state police. He gave the names to Francine, his ex-wife. She was a systems analyst with the communications section of the state police. She could do research as a problem searching exercise. She was a lot faster than the FBI and would have results in three hours. Lunch was delivered. Harold took out the checkerboard tablecloth and the real plates, the real stainless steel tableware, the real cups and made the tea. He called Judith to using the hall way as a conduit of the message. "Lunch, my sweet lady, is served." Why the hell could he not talk to her like that when he was facing her? The lunch was excellent. Victor Lim's was the finest Chinese place for 30 miles. He was careful not to talk excessively and put his foot in his mouth. He wondered if she was on the pill. Would she expect him to provide protection? Maybe he should buy some Trojans. How many? Would a dozen be enough? Would she want lubed or plain? Colored or plain? Ribbed or plain? He decided that the subject would be better dicussed at a later time. She was careful not to ask about the weekend. Two nights? Was she ready for this? It had been four years since her divorce and except for that trip to Cancun, there had been no man in her bed. Should she tell him that with no man in sight she had given up the pill? She needed to get to the doctor's office and get that problem rectified. Damn, it would not be fast enough for the weekend away. Would Harold buy condoms? Should she? How many? Would a dozen be enough? Would he want lubed or plain? Colored or plain? Ribbed or plain? She decided that the subject would be better if discussed at a later time. They each returned to their respective offices and got on with the day-to-day work of righting wrong deeds, of making the bad guys pay and serving revenge where it so richly deserved. Harold made several calls. The wheels on the bus began to go round and round as his plan began to come together. Harold's ex called back early. "I have that look up you wanted. The material is in your E-mail now. Harold, I am sorry about what I did to you." "I know you are but that is behind us. I have forgiven you, it is just that I cannot forget. Thank you for the help." Harold looked at the print out. The one with the largest file was David Swenson, Dave in the story. Nothing major but two DUI's, three assaults (barroom fights), and charges pending for soliciting a minor. The girl was 17 not 18 and she had called the police. According to the police report it was he said-she said. Prosecution unlikely. Nice, just what Harold had been hoping for. Revenge Inc. Noel Harold got Noel's notebook and called Dave. "Hello!!!" Dave did not sound like a nice person. The voice was harsh and belligerent. "Hello, Dave. My name is Peter Hawk, I am an attorney. You have charges pending against you for soliciting a minor. I can help you out." "Look, that little bitch has been fucking me for weeks. She wants me to marry her. I wanted to break it off and she had me arrested." "Oh, good, tell that to the police and get five years for statutory rape. She is just seventeen. I do not think that case is a serious problem for you. You have a more serious problem." "Like what?" "I need to know all about the Noel Lodge rape." "Now, just wait a minute. What does Noel have to do with this?" "Quite a bit, I fear. I have no idea where this Noel person is. While the police had you locked up for two nights, you were talking in your sleep. One of my clients heard you and told me. If the cops need a snitch, you will be in deep shit, Dave. Rape and assault with your record means life." "Beth set that up; I did not even know it was happening." "You had no idea you were raping a virgin? I am sure the DA will find that story quite amusing. I also think a jury would find you very guilty." "You can keep this away from the cops?" "I need to know all about it and yes, I can keep my man away from the DA." Dave told Harold the same story as in Beth's Fantasy. He named the same names. "Dave, there will be a couple of people visiting you in a day or two. Cooperate and I will make sure that you are never charged with that rape." Peter Hawk agreed to be Dave's attorney for the rape of Noel Lodge, if and when Dave was charged. Peter Hawk's next call was to Betty Jean Riley, a junior at Oakland University. As Dave's lawyer, he had to tell her that she might also be charged with rape. "But it was years ago." "They have twenty years to charge you. I want you to be quiet and keep your mouth shut. This case can blow up if it is made public. Talk to no one about it. I can represent you and Dave but I need to know where those damning pictures are. If the DA finds out about the pictures, the police will be all over you. Where are the pictures? How many copies are there? Who has them?" "Beth had them. She said they were in a safe deposit box. As far as I know there is only one set of pictures. Wait, Beth gave one set to Noel. So there were two. She was the one who set it up, she planned it." "Really? Were you not the one who wanted someone to eat you until you came? Now here is what I want you to do." Harold (Peter Hawk) gave very simple instructions. Gina was next on the list. Paul Higgins was last. Paul had been asleep during the rape but did have some extremely interesting information about the senior trip to Barbados. Harold grinned, the plan was complete all he needed were the pictures from that night. It was 4:30 and time to close up shop and head home. As he turned off his light, Judith called him. "Harold." "Yes, Judith?" "That playhouse in Port Sanilac is called The Barn. They are performing 'Greater Tuna' for the next three weekends. Harold, we are going to Port Sanilac." "Judith, what is a greater tuna?" "A play, Harold, a play. A funny, very funny play. I want to see it again. I saw it in college. It is so funny. It has two men. One is fat . One is skinny. They do 20 or 30 characters." Judith wondered why she babbling. The play was funny but not great. Maybe she was having diarrhea of the mouth because she would have Harold alone in a bed for two whole nights. "When do you want to go?" "As soon as possible, this weekend, if we do not have to work. Do you have anything pending?" "No, nothing seems to be coming up as of now." "Good, I will make reservations." She had closed and locked the door and was headed toward her car. As she open the car's door she looked over her shoulder at him, "Harold, buy a dozed condoms, plain." Harold walked over to her open door. "Are you sure about this? The week end?" Judith had very good hearing. She heard the question behind the question. "Will you have sex with me for two nights? Give me your body to use as I see fit?" "Yes, Harold I am very sure." Harold stepped back from her door, she closed it, started the engine and drove out of the parking lot. She drove two blocks and pulled over. Her hands were shaking, her mouth was dry, and her vagina was wet. What the hell had she said? She had told Harold to buy condoms? Was she insane? She had just told Harold she was going to fuck him 12 times? My god, would he fuck her 12 times? Could he fuck her 12 times? Did she want him to fuck her 12 times? NO! Not Fuck! Make love, yes, make love 12 times. Would Harold try to fuck her? She would do that if he wanted. She would do anything he wanted. She hoped he wanted to make love with her. Judith was able to drive after several people blew their horns because she was blocking the entrance to a car wash. Harold stopped at the first CVS drugstore and bought two dozen condoms; better over equipped than under armed. Harold had his first wet dream in thirteen years that night. As she lay in her bed, Judith was very pleased with herself. She had called Port Sanilac and found out what was playing. It was then easy to be enthusiastic about the play and set things up. She was so ready to go away with Harold she leaked all night. She had to use Kotex pads to sleep on a dry bed. Harold was always the first in the office. He placed the bagels, which he had picked up at the Johnson's Deli on his way to the office, on the napkins on the tray he always used. He liked the calm and the quiet of the early morning. He had just made the morning coffee when he heard the buzzer from the front door. Judith. She would want coffee too. He pushed the button that would allow the door to open. He poured her cup the quarters full , added the sugar and cream, and placed the cup next to the plain bagel on the napkin. He turned to the door and waited for her smiling face. "Harold, I really want to see that play." Judith was a believer in the old adage of 'in for a penny, in for a pound.' She also had a grand samile on her face. AS he looked at her, his penis started to rise. "Did you get reservations?" "That was a problem. Everything was full except for a motel about a mile west of town. There was one room left. I took it. It does have double beds." No use in telling him they would be sharing a bed let him wonder a bit. Would he wonder or would he just assume that they would be sharing a bed? Would he be able to handle all the sex she wanted t give him? She hoped he was not too large. The man in Cancun had hurt her, she had to force him to go very slow and while she did get off, she would have preferred two or three inches less. Circumference was better than length. His penis jumped to full attention, "Are you sure you want to go with me?" She just looked at him, "Harold, you will enjoy the weekend." The bulge in his pants was not that long but it was prominent. Judith began to leak. She had just answered the question behind the question with a 'Harold, you will have all of me you can handle.' She grabbed the coffee and bagel and headed for her office. Harold was watching her as she walked away. She seemed so happy. Was it because of the play or him? She was going with him; to see the play she could drive up and see by herself. She had answered the real question. Harold smiled and his penis got harder. Harold checked back on several of the calls he had made the day before. So far so good. John B. called at 8:30, "Check the E-mail." Harold looked at the E-mails. John had the same report as his ex. A few more tidbits of information but nothing would cause any action on Harold's part. There was an E-mail from the Boss. It was two lines long. Hire a receptionist. College, start training to become an associate. Credit cards are to picked up at the LaSalle Bank, be careful with their use. He had to tell Judith. Harold was hotfooting it down the short hall, when Judith came out of her office at a run. The collision was stunning to say the least. Harold tried to save Judith by wrapping his arms around her as they met. The floor was not very welcoming. They bounced hard. Harold ended up with his face pressed into Judith's crotch. They were stunned and lay there for a few seconds as they realized their present positions. As they tried to unscramble, Harold's face moved tighter into the V of her legs. The skirt she was wearing was full enough that his head was covered and had enough roon to fit exactly where it was. Harold tried to say how sorry he was but his mouth was full of her panties and the warm flesh under the panties. Weird Harold was in full bloom. Judith was trying wiggle to get away from Harold mouth. The wiggles forced her wet panties tighter to Harold mouth. She realized she was leaking and very wet. She froze. She could feel Harold's mouth as he was trying to talk. Oh, my God! YES! Harold was amazed to find the wetness against his lips and found the taste to be beyond his wildest reams. He licked his lips. He stopped the all his movements and froze. Oh, my GOD! YES! They lay there for two long breaths. "Harold, please help me up." "Yes, Judith," was mumbled into the wetness and Harold very slowly got to his feet. He took her hands and gently pulled her to her feet. They looked at each other, their eyes shinning. Their breaths were coming in gasps. Harold broke first, "Judith, I am... I was on my way to tell you the boss wants us to hire a receptionist and train her to be an associate." He did not want to lick his lips while she could see, but it was reflex. She gasps as he tasted his lips. "I got the same E-mail and was on my way to tell you." The flood was easing down her legs. They looked at each other. Judith suddenly aware of how wet she was and Harold suddenly aware how hard he was. Both flushed with embarrassment. "Harold, I must go to the restroom," she turned and went back into her office got her purse and went to the women's restroom. She took off the wet panties that she had paid $23.57 for at Victoria's Secret. She stood there looking at her self in the mirror. She stared and slowly started to smile. She wondered if one dozen would be enough. Thank god, she had Kotex pads and extra panties in her office. Harold ended up in the men's restroom. His boxers had a quarter sized spot of wetness and Weird Harold was full, heavy and very dark looking. He looked in the mirror and slowly began to smile. He wondered if two dozen would be enough. Lunch was a time of avoiding the obvious. They talked about the cases. It was easier that way. He gave her the outline of the Noel case and she really liked it. The next two days were just a matter of insuring that everything was in place and ready to go. Harold had other problems, bigger problems. What to take for two nights with Judith in paradise, er...Port Sanilac? Would she want to go dancing? Was there a place to dance? What was the dress code for the playhouse? Well that one was easy; he called and asked; casual, jeans, shirt and hopefully shoes. It had been years since Harold had used a condom. He bought another dozen and practiced. Harold remembered that the last time he had used a condom the woman had place it on his penis. He hoped Judith would do that. It was just so sexy. After lunch on Thursday, Harold was back on the phone. At 6:00 PM, Harold called Dave, Betty Jean and Gina with instructed to call Beth and tell her that Noel was trying to charge everyone at that party with rape. The pictures would be the main evidence. Beth was waiting outside her bank when it opened Friday morning. She left with a small package in her purse. Only three blocks from the bank, she was pulled over by the Livonia police. She was taken into custody when a small bag of white power was found on the floor of the back seat. Fortunately, or rather as planned, she was driven to Harold office. The conference room was not crowded. There were only three people there. Harold, Noel and Beth. Beth had been angry when stopped and then terrified when the small bag was found. A drug charge would ruin her chances of becoming a Doctor. She knew it was planted but why? What would she have to do to get out of the arrest? Now she was beginning to get the feeling that she had been set up bu Noel and this Stasson. Harold began, "Since we are all here, I will set the basis for the negotiations. Beth, you have pictures of an incident that occurred almost five years ago. Noel has become weary of that sword hanging over her head and wishes it removed. This meeting will determine just how this removal is to be arranged. I am here to prevent any bloodshed. Noel, you have the floor." Noel had two packages on the table, one by her right hand and the othe rby he left hand. "Beth, I am glad to see you again. Shall we get to it? First, my set of the pictures you took that night." She laid the pictures out on the table. "You were very careful not to have any faces showing but mine." Beth was not sure of this entire thing; she did, however, grin, "Thank you Noel, just lucky I guess." "I am sure you were. I also have here several stills and a video from your senior trip to the Bahamas. The photographers were not as lucky as you were, they had a lot of faces in these stills. Most of them are unknown but you are easily seen. So ease to recognized you. I like this one it shows you and three men, one for each hole. Pity none of the men were your classmates. The women in the other stills are Gina and Betty Jean and they, too, are highly visible." "Wait a damn minute; I did not do anything like that when I was in the Bahamas. Gina and Betty Jean may have done that, I never asked. There was only one man with me and that was Paul. These pictures are fakes." "Of course they are, Beth. Mr Stasson and I would never arrange for you to be raped. I was raped repeatedly by a number of boys that I had to go to school with for an entire year. Billy was the only the first, remember. Billy also forced me to do oral on him several times in that year. Now this next package is just you and six very close friends in a lake, on the raft just off shore. It seems that every time a man was able to swim to you he was welcomed with open legs, open mouth and open anus. I like this one, a multiracial experience. A Black, an Oriental, a Hispanic and you." "Noel, I get the idea. You have faked all these pictures. Why?" "Beth, I will never trust you not to put my pictures on the net or to spread them around where they will do the most damage. Worse yet, I have no idea how many sets you have. I will never believe you. So we have, I think, what is called a Mexican Standoff. If any one of my pictures is made public in any way, I will put my pictures of you, Gina and Betty Jean all over the net, your college, your job, your family and to every man who dates you and who has ever dated you. Oh, I am sure that you will tell everyone that you are innocent. However, I will release them in such a way that you will have to explain them over and over again for the rest of your life. I understand you wish to be a doctor, every patient that walks into your office will receive a full set of the pictures." Beth was angry, "Why are you doing this to me, you fucking bitch." "Mr. Stasson, I think I will be quiet safe with Beth. You may leave us alone now." Harold left the room and moved to his office where he turned on the speaker. Trust, but verify. There would be no damage done to either young lady. "Beth, I owe you. I was a fucked up kid with major problems. I was on my way to hell in a hand basket. You got me into some serious counseling. I did not care for the way you did it, but I am indeed better off today. I will not share my entire history with you. However, after that rape, I was a gangbang queen for six months. I picked up men in bars and often off the streets. I was infected with an STD, gonorrhea. I went for treatment. The doctor asked me some questions and referred me to a psychiatrist. I have just left treatments after four years with her. All I have to do now is settle with you. I cannot trust you. Therefore, I will hold my weapons and you will hold yours." Beth looked at Noel with some amazement, "What about the powder in my car?" "Flushed down the toilet." "I need a ride back to my car." "Your car is just outside." "Mutual Assured Destruction. I like it. You have a deal. You have to promise never to steal the man I want again." "All's fair in love and war, Beth." "Noel, I was going to destroy the pictures. I really was." "Beth, I do not trust you." "Okay, then we are agreed. Mine will back in the safe deposit box today. I will have a sealed envelope with your name and address on it. If and when anything happens to me, you will have the entire set." "Beth, I will have my attorney destroy all the pictures I have, if and when." "Noel, how did you get the pictures?" "Mr. Stasson found them. With so many young women doing porn these days, it was easy to find one who looked like you. Once found, a few computer tricks and there was Beth have the time of her life." "Noel, do you have time for lunch?" Harold was pleased with himself. There was something about the easy ones. "Yes, Beth, I do. I have to see Mr. Stasson for a minute. Shall I meet you in the parking lot?" He turned off the speaker and waited. Noel entered smiling, "This going better than I had hoped. What is the damage? How big a dent will you put in my inheritance?" "That is for you to decide. There is no hurry. Anytime you are ready, send us a check." "You know you could ask for a very large amount, so why are you just leaving it up to me?" "I have found that fair people will pay a fair amount, Ms. Lodge." Noel removed the checkbook from her purse, filled out a check and placed it on the desk so Harold could read it, "Will that be satisfactory?" Harold's eye never left hers, "Of course it will. Have a nice lunch." He watched her walk away. He shook his head. The check was moved from desk to the bank bag. His thoughts were looking forward to 4:30 when he and Judith would drive to Port Sanilac, have a quiet dinner and register at the motel. Harold had packed for the trip very carefully. The packing had been his only home task for the last forty-eight hours. A swimsuit. (Damn he wished he had time to lose this roll of fat at his waist.) Three changes beyond the suit he was wearing now. His golf clubs were in the trunk of the car. The two bags were on the back seat. The two dozen condoms were hidden neatly in the rolled up beach towel, where they would become too hot. He was so ready for this. The clock slowly ticked away. The clanging of the phone brought him back to where he was. "Hello." "This is Beth, you did not tell her." "No." "Where did you find it?" "From Paul. He drugged you and had the film made. He wanted to give the video to Noel. However, after high school he did not know where she was. There is only one copy. Paul was there and he took every tape fron both cameras. By the way, Paul did not drug Gina or Betty Jean." "Paul? Damn. Well, I was worried about that night. Why did Noel do all this when she had the damn video?" "She did not have it until early this morning. Paul gave it to me and I gave it to her. She had to make sure that you knew she had it. A hidden weapon is useless. It must be known to be effective. Enjoy your new friend; she is a very nice person. Oh, I think Paul and Noel will most likely date. They both asked me to be sure to tell the other that thye wanted to meet." "I see, well, thank you, I think. Good day and good-bye. I never want to see you again." Revenge Inc. Noel Judith was only 20 feet way in her office. She too was thinking if she had packed the right things. Four sets of the expensive and sexy underwear. She wondered if Harold would notice them before he made love to her. She wondered how many times he would want her and how many times she would want him. She would not tell Harold she had a dozen condoms rolled up in her beach towel, just it case his dozen would not be enough. Her golf clubs were in the truck of her car ready to be moved to his car. The two bags were on the back seat. She was wet, very wet just thinking about the weekend. Her phone rang, shrilly in the quiet office. She answered. "Hello... yes... yes... immediately, sir." Harold was erect and aching as he waited for the hands on the clock to move. He did not hear her as she entered. "Harold?" He could hear the agony in her voice. "Judith, what is wrong?" "I have to go to Seattle for a month. The Boss just called; one of the people there was hurt. I have to fill in." Harold's heart screamed NO, his mouth asked, "When do you leave?" "The flight leaves in three hours, I am so sorry." The tears spilled over as she turned to leave. He ran to her and kissed her, "There be time when you return, Judith." She left the office. Harold knew he was in for the longest month of his life. On his way home, he dropped a very nice check in the night deposit of the La Salle Bank. He sat in his favorite chair thinking. Judith was gone for a month, maybe longer. Nothing he could do about that. He turned his mind to the other problem. The decision was made quickly. He reached for the phone. "Hello." "Noel, Harold Stasson here, I would like to meet with you in my office Monday morning at 8:30." May I ask what this meeting is in reference to?" "An open position in Revenge, Inc." ***** Damn, I had them and let them get away. Who the hell is this Damn Boss? i am The H20wader. Again, "Lay on MacDuff and damn'd be he who cries. "Hold enough." Shakespeare's MacBeth, act v scene v iii.