1 comments/ 19539 views/ 2 favorites What Did You Have In Mind? By: alexandria_lee "So what exactly did you have in mind...or did your husband have in mind?" Alexandria fiddled with her venti, worrying the paper sleeve around the tall paper cup. She had agreed to meet the "stranger" as she thought of him, at the Starbucks at Campbell and River. The sun was setting and the patio area was suffused with soft, warm light. Alexandria had been to the tanning salon that morning and her skin and russet hair fairly glowed. She had opted for a red-orange stretchy Victoria's Secret sundress/coverup that came to midthigh and was completely open in the back and fairly low-cut in front. She was wearing strappy sandals and nothing else. "Oh, I don't think either of us have an "exactly" in mind...We have been together seven years and he is worried about the seven year itch...that we are going to get bored with our sex life as it is...so he, more than me, hatched this scheme to try to bring in a third party to liven things up..." "Well, if it is really HIS scheme, then why are you even here? Why did you agree to meet me?" "Well...in part to humor him, and to titillate him-he is about 8000 miles away right now, and going a little stir crazy where he is working-and in part...to satisfy my own curiosity, I guess." "Curiosity about what, exactly?" "MMM, I guess I wanted to see I felt any chemistry between us in real life...I enjoyed IMing with you, you were fun and flirtatious without being too crude and gross-a common blunder, I might add..." "Well, do you? Do you feel that "warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow...'" Alexandria giggled, "Ahh, a Floyd fan as well. Well, not yet, frankly." "MMM. Because, I have to say, you WAY exceeded my expectations. That one photo you attached didn't begin to do you justice. So you just tell me what I would need to do or say to..." he reached over and lightly touched the top of her knee..."sample some of this..." Afraid that he had overstepped, he quickly said, "Well tell me about your sex life now. I mean what do people do for seven years?" He said that last as though it were an unimaginable stretch of time, which at 27, it probably was. "We both have enjoyed a rich, shared fantasy life. When we're apart, we will send each other links to Literotica stories that we like, for example. He has WAY more free time than I do, and he likes to spend it writing fantasy scenarios for me to enact...Also, when we are in bed, he loves me to tell him about...my past." The stranger glanced around the patio area, and noting the proximity of other patrons, slid his chair alongside hers so that they could talk more privately. "What do you mean, 'your past' were you a sex slave or something?" he asked with a grin. Alexandria smiled, "well yes, I was actually, when I was very young. My neighbor would tie me up after school and use me as his own personal slave. He used those very words, in fact... 'you are my slave...bring me a coke...get on your knees...lick the head...' That kind of thing." "Wow. That IS hot," the stranger said adjusting himself discretely under the table. "And more recently," she continued, "Just before we met, I had a VERY full and varied sex life...and he likes to hear all about that, as well." "Like what?" "Well, for example, the day before we actually MET, in person, I had a golf date in the afternoon with this guy that I had met online...After 8 holes, we went out to his car and I blew him in the front seat. He fingered me to two orgasms...it was too cramped to fuck...That was the first and last time I saw the guy. Then, that night, I went out with a group of friends, met this random guy, a little younger than you, we went to Taco Bell...then he drove me back to my house..." "Then what happened?" "Well, he walked me to my door and I said 'thanks for the ride,' and he goes 'that's it? Not even a goodnight kiss?' So I gave him a kiss, and then his hands were on my ass, pulling me in so that his hard cock was jabbing me in the stomach..." "Go on," the stranger said, his voice strained... "I said, 'you'd better come in,' and once inside we locked lips again, him thrusting against my tummy. After a little of that, he placed his hand on top of my head to force me onto my knees, and with his other hand he snaked his cock out of his gym shorts. He was pretty brutal, just fucked my face, ramming himself deep down my throat, until the last second, then pulling out and spewing all over my face and throat. Like I say, he was young, and once was not enough...He really never even got soft. So I rolled a condom onto his cock and he forced me face first onto the coffee table, flipped my skirt up and plunged in..." "Did he rip your panties off, or just push them to one side?" He asked in an urgent whisper. "Oh, I'm almost always commando." "Are you now?" "Well, yeah." She replied with a very teenage "duh" intonation. "Will you show me? Will show me now that you're commando?" She looked at him appraisingly for a moment, shrugged then pushed her chair back from the table. In almost the same motion, she hiked her skirt up, and spread her legs wide, leaning back in her own chair. She only granted him a moment's flash, and then returned to a more normal seated posture, but left her chair so that it was facing his, her right elbow on the table. It was enough. "You shave too," he whispered. "Laser." She said matter of factly. "So does your husband want you to resume your exploits and then tell him about them? Is that the general idea?" "Well he THINKS he does. I suspect that he will find that it is not as great as he thought. Most fantasies are better left as fantasies." "Well, but your past life...those weren't fantasies, were they, they actually happened, right?" Alexandria gave her customary throaty chortle. "Oh, yeah, they happened alright!" "Well doesn't part of you still want more of that, more of that wild and wanton...?" "Well, not CONSCIOUSLY. Maybe a little bit. Maybe a small part of me would like that..." "Like maybe just... your nipples? They have been poking out like crazy since you started telling me this...Or maybe your clit...is it erect now, too? Are you getting wet? Because I'm hard as a rock!" "Maybe a little moist she admitted." She reached down and removed her sandals, then placed her left foot in his lap. "Well, we do some to have some turgidity in the house." He began to caress her calf and foot which had the doubly satisfactory effect of rubbing her foot against his groin. Her skin felt delicious, and it was hard to guess which of the two of them were enjoying the contact more. Alexandria shivered at his touch. Goosebumps immediately arose, prominent in the low light. Her nipples became bullets pressing hard against the fabric of her dress...The sodium vapor lights had come on as night descended, and the resultant dimness provided them with a slightly greater degree of privacy. Observing her body's response to his touch, he continued stroking her leg on up to her thighs, as far as he could reach without awkward straining. Boldly he stared into her eyes, daring her to tell him to stop, or to give him some sign that his advances were unwelcome, then dropping his eyes to her chest, he pointedly stared at her straining nipples. Alexandria shivered again, and shifted almost imperceptibly in her seat, infinitesimally spread her legs. She glanced around the patio to see if they were being observed... Without a word being spoken, the two leaned in toward each other and kissed. The shift in position gave the stranger the opportunity to slide his left hand high up under her dress, between her thighs, not quite touching her sex. He whispered, "are you feeling anything for me now?" "Getting there." She responded tersely. "Now your turn. When did you start having sex?" she asked leaning back in her chair. "Mmm. Senior year. High School." "Who with?" "My stepsister. She was 20, home from college for Christmas break...It was a time where I went from being about 5'10" and skinny, to being 6'1" and pretty buff..." "And...?" "Well, everyone else had gone Christmas shopping or something, we were alone in the house. She seemed to be looking at me funny. I had ALWAYS lusted after her, even though I knew it was verboten." "Go on, "Alexandria urged, becoming intrigued. "She goes, how tall are you now? And comes up to me to measure herself against me...but instead of going back to back like you usually do, she stood facing me, her tits brushing my chest as she used the flat of her hand like a level demonstrating that the top of her head now was at my eye level...She whispers sort of into my neck, right by my ear, 'You are such a BIG boy now. You are even sort of good looking, for a high school nerd...Do you have a girlfriend, now? Does she do this to you?' and she blows softly in my ear, and nibbles on my earlobe! I almost jumped out of my skin. I got hard immediately, and there was no place for it to go. She was pressed right up against me...It was vacation, you know, so I was still in what I had slept in, a t shirt and boxers. She was wearing about the same thing, those baggy shorts that say 'ASU' across the ass, and a tank top..." "She wrapped her arms around me hugging me tight to her, my dick trapped against her stomach...half of me wanted to rape her right then, and the other half wanted to die of embarrassment and shame..." "She said, 'Mmmm. You seem to be growing right now, huh? Remember when we were little, when mom and dad were gone and we would play Doctor in my bedroom? We would switch off being patient...You always had a woodie. I thought it was so cute...Now I don't think cute would cover it. Will you show it to me now, little brother? I'll let you see mine...'" "She stepped back from me, and I pulled my shorts down to let it pop out...She pushed me back onto the couch and sat down alongside. Without another word, she took her hand and softly starting stroking me. With her free hand she pulled her top down, so the white tank top forced her tits straight up at me. It was awkward, but she directed me to suck her tits while she jerked me off. I came in a minute, and splattered EVERYWHERE. I still think about that hand job...Right after I came, we heard the rumble of the garage door, and we both ran to our rooms!" "OK, we need to go now," Alexandria said abruptly and picking up her keys and phone brushed past him. She turned to the stranger and asked, "What are you driving?" "That Escalade over there," he replied pointing at the monstrous vehicle parked in the shadow of the Aleppo pines. "That will do, pig," she said. He clicked his remote and she climbed into the back seat.Hesitating briefly, the stranger climbed into the back seat as well... Once inside the SUV, the stranger immediately slid along the seat to press Alexandria into the far corner. "Not so fast, Romeo...you still owe me one more thing..." "Really? What's that?" he asked, trying to force his hand between her thighs. "You also are wearing a wedding ring...what is YOUR story?" "Oh, man. Buzz kill," he said as he extracted his hand and sat up straight. "We got married right out of college. At school she was CRAZY in the best way. Sex in the stairwell of the parking structure? Check. Skinny dipping in the fountain graduation weekend? Check. But it was like someone flicked a switch when we got married. I have to beg, or do endless lists of chores or errands to get any attention at all...It is like it now is just work for her. Something else to endure. It used to be mutual, she loved to fuck as much as me. MORE. I used to have to feign sleep, I'd be so raw...Now, she never initiates it, and if she seems to be initiating it, it is because she wants something..." As though on cue, his phone chirped, warning of an incoming text. "Oh fuck. You had to speak of her...she who must not be named..." "Wait," Alexandria said, "You married Voldemort? My husband's first wife is Voldemort as well!" "Well," the stranger said miserably, "That is two things he and I have in common...marriage to Voldemort, and we both want to fuck you... Christ. I have to go. She needs me to pick up tampons and thought that I was going to be home an hour ago. If I don't go get them right now, and get 'em gift wrapped, my life will be hell for the next month!" "Well tiger, sorry about that, but it sounds to me like your life is already hell." Without another word or a backwards glance, Alexandria slid out of the far door and briskly walked to her scooter. The next day was Monday, and Alexandria had the morning free. She got up early, did her TRX workout out and then enjoyed a painfully hot shower. As she was drying off, she remembered that she had shut her phone off when she had met the guy last night-she had never even asked his real name-and hadn't turned it back on. She walked over to the bedside table and thumbed the "on" button. No less than 15 emails and IMs spilled out, 10 of them from the guy. "WTF," she muttered, "guy is trippin'." Five of the messages were from this morning, less than an hour old. He had included his phone number in all of them, and all described his state of extreme horniness, and his immediate availability...She had thought she might rub one out after her shower-she was feeling a little that way-but decided to hold off for a moment and see what he had in mind. Maybe she could play off of him, instead of reading Literotica... Not wanting to reveal her real number, she used her google voice account which got routed through a server in Nevada, masking even the correct area code with a 702 prefix... He picked up before the second ring, sounding breathless. "Hello?" "Its me. The succubus who tormented your dreams last night..." "Oh, thank God you called!" "What's up? Why are you acting so desperate?" "I AM so desperate! I can't get the sight of you out of my mind. I am just driving around aimlessly..." "Dude, it's Monday! Don't you have a job or something?" "I'm a drug rep. I don't have anything on the board for today..." "Of course you're a rep. That makes perfect sense," Alexandria said derisively. "Why? What do you mean?" "Never mind. Listen. If you get here in the next 20 minutes, I'll let you in, and maybe help you with your problem." She told him where "here" was, and listened to him speak to his GPS... She felt fairly ambivalent, horny, certainly, but not convinced that he was the solution to that problem. She really hadn't had that "any port in a storm mentality for quite a while..." Just the same, she used a big hairclip to secure her auburn locks, then tossed on her school girl outfit, white thigh highs, black shoes, plaid skirt, white half bra, and white top. Thinking a moment, she next went into the living room and set up her camera on video mode on the shelf under the TV. It was essentially invisible there amongst the tangle of wires, but at the very least would serve as a voice recorder for any conversations on the couch... Not two minutes later, and with three minutes to spare, she heard a knock on the front door. "Well, you made it. C'mon in." She beckoned him in and hastily shut and locked the front door. She turned around and there he was, hugging her fiercely, bending down to kiss her neck, nibble her earlobe... A tremor passed though her-she had always been very susceptible to having her neck and ears kissed, and his fervor was kind of a turn on... She backed him up to the couch and forced him backwards onto it, much in the way he had described his stepsister directing him in the story from last night. But this time, Alexandria sat astride him, urging him to release her breasts and to suckle them... "Yesss, that is exactly what you need huh, Romeo...you need your mouth full of my titties..." She reached under her and fumbled with his belt. He scrambled to help, and she clambered off, deciding again to follow the lead of the step sister and give him a manual assist... His prick sprang free, abundantly inflated, purple and angry looking. She began to stroke it with her right hand, while allowing him to continue to play with her tits...She leaned over and spat in her hand. Making a loose circle of her fist, she gently drove over the velvet head, and all the way to the thick base. Keeping well lubed with spit, it was all over for him within five minutes... She held all of his discharge that she was able to capture in her hand. She leaned back on the couch flipped up her skirt and smeared his cum over her thighs and mons. "Eat me. Clean up your mess. Make me cum." Like many men, he had never tasted his own jizz before, and he was revolted at the thought, but such was her power that he was soon between her legs lapping at her sex greedily. "Shove your fingers in my cunt," she ordered. "Come up here and suck my titties!" When he raised up to comply, she went to work on her clit, frigging herself mercilessly, and within minutes she too had cum, and curled up on the couch. She pulled a quilt over herself, and said "Ok, you can go now." "But,..." he started to protest. "If you ever want to even see me again, you will always do what I tell you to. With alacrity. Your choice. You can stay and I'll call your wife and tell her what we just did..." He didn't let the door hit him on the ass on the way out... That evening, after class, she got home and changed into her jammies. They consisted of a mid-thigh length, sheer off-white blouse, with a pair of white boyshorts as bottoms. She walked out to the front porch with her laptop in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. She paused just inside the screen door to plug in the strand of Christmas lights, sat in her favorite chair and lit a smoke. She booted up the lappie and read the latest bit of bad prose from her husband...It was pretty hot, actually, and she contemplated putting either the cigarette or her glass of wine down to take care of business...The included note listed his flight information for the upcoming Wednesday night. "Thank God," she said to no one, "He'll be home day after tomorrow!" She backed out of his message and scanned her inbox...another something from the guy, with an attachment called Blood Test Results.PDF. She didn't bother to download the attachment OR to read the guy's note. Class had been grueling, her classmates annoying, and she was ready to head into bed. In her bedroom, she brushed her teeth then opened the backdoor to let in the evening breeze, ensuring that the security screen was locked. She set her alarm, then set the phone to "alarm only" and went to bed. She was sound asleep sometime later when a quiet rapping on the screen awakened her. She stumbled out of bed and first turned on the overhead light, then quickly turned it off and hit the correct outside light switch. It was the guy. "Jesus!" she whispered with annoyance, "what TIME is it?" She opened the screen door to let him in, preferring to not have some late night conversation where the nosy neighbors could hear... He whispered back, "I tried calling you about 20 times to see if you were up... and I wanted to make sure that you read the blood report" Shaking her head, she said, "listen I was asleep, and I am going back to sleep. If you want to climb on my back with a condom..." Eagerly, he interrupted, "that was why I sent you the PDF, I'm clean, no herpes, no aids, nada!" "Whatever. Goodnight." And she turned off the overhead, rolled onto her stomach and was soon drowsing again. He wasn't. He had taken in plenty in the brief moment that the overhead light had been on, and it had inflamed him afresh. Her prime breasts were clearly visible through the sheer top, and there was more than a hint of camel toe on display through her panties... What Did You Have In Mind? He debated for a few seconds: would she actually be pissed and kick him out, possibly for good if he really did climb aboard, or did she mean that he really WAS welcome to use her? He stripped off his clothes and stood by the bedside. There was enough ambient light in the room to see her magnificent ass. He stroked himself back to his full erect state, then reached for her...He ran his free hand gently over the swell of her butt, back and forth, up and down, then gently tracing the cleft between her cheeks...In response, she made low noncommittal moans, but when he slipped a finger under the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down, she raised her hips to help... Using both hands he peeled them down to mid-thigh...He relished the sexy look of the half-off underwear. She was now rhythmically raising and lowering her hips, a mute invitation. He then pulled her panties down and off, leaving them clumped on her right ankle. He knelt on the bed, knees between her thighs, and cupped her ass with his hands, his thumbs began pressing into her center, spreading her cheeks to expose her sex. He drooled a long slide of saliva onto her lips and gently spread the outer folds. He backward bucking became more urgent now, the "Uhhhh, Uhhhhh, Uhhhh" of her moans louder. He took his penis in hand and began rubbing it, shiny with precum, against her lips. A few moments of this delicious slickness, this primal friction and he came, shuddering against her, his cum splashing over her ass and cunt. Mortified that he had blown his second or THIRD chance with this luscious succubus, he started to back away and off of the bed. She rolled onto her side and said drowsily, "Its OK lover, come here." And cradled between her perfect breasts he fell asleep in the tangle of her bedclothes. Around four am, he awoke on his side, his arm draped over and his hand cupping a perfect breast. Disoriented, he was aware that the breast was too big and firm to belong to his wife. "Holy shit," he thought, "I spent the night with the succubus. The realization, plus the fact that the breast in his hand was possessed of an almost preternaturally erect nipple, gave him an instant erection...his stiff penis prodding her ass. Langorously he rolled the nipple between his fingers. The fullness of the breast, the exquisite shape, the way it overflowed his hand... "Heaven," he thought. "This is heaven." He allowed his penis to gently prod between her thighs... "Here," she said, startling him completely, convinced as he was that she was asleep, "there is lube right....here" reaching over her shoulder to hand him the tube. She rolled once more onto her tummy, and he smeared her lips and his cock and slid into her in one smooth stroke. "OH!" she said, gratifying him immensely, "YES! Fuck meeee. Fuck me with your hard cock. She reached over and turned on the bedside light. "You want to see don't you?" she asked rhetorically, twisting her torso to look up at him. "Pull my top off!" she ordered. He pulled it up over her tits, and worked her arms out of the sleeves, but as with the panties, he liked the effect of the cloth bunched around her neck... This time he lasted a bit longer, and at least deposited all of his seed deep inside her. She loved the feel of a man spasming in her, the strain, the guttural groans, the labored breathing. She came as well, nothing earthshaking, but a pleasant way to start a Tuesday... He attempted to roll off of her then, but she reached back and held him in place, softening as both drifted off to sleep again. An hour or so later, her alarm went off, but he did not stir. She slipped out of bed, kicked the panties off of her ankle, and re-installed the sheer nightshirt on her person. Once she left the room, he dialed his number on her phone, which she had left beside the bed. "gotcha!" he said to himself. Padding into the kitchen she started the coffee process, going into the bathroom to quietly grind the coffee. She brought her laptop to the kitchen bar and opened her mail. While the coffee steeped, she opened the attachment from the strange man in her bed. It was indeed a clean bill of health from the Planned Parenthood clinic, and dated the previous Friday, though the blood had been drawn a few weeks before. Next she opened the brief note from her husband which merely stated that he was about to leave the hotel and start the long migration northward. The coffee done, she filled two cups, remembering that he took his black from their first meeting at Starbucks and carried it into the bedroom. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bacy..." She placed the cups on the bedside table and propped herself up in bed, as he did the same. She handed him a cup and sighed contentedly as she enjoyed her first sip. "Good coffee. Thank you. Thank you for everything." "Well, my husband flies home tomorrow night, so I figured we might as well make the most of it. And you were SO in need of release." He had drained most of his cup in two long draughts, and reached across her to set the cup on her side table. This action brought his arm in contact with her breasts and the effect on him was electric. As she continued to drink her coffee, he arranged her nightshirt so that one breast gaped free. He happily ogled it for a few moments then bent to suckle. She pushed him away, protesting that she had to be at clinicals in a few hours. She kicked him out then, reminding him of her promise of the day before... He stuffed his still rampant penis back in his pants and shuffled out the back door. That evening, when she was again installed on her front porch, wine glass and cigarette in hand, her phone rang. It was the guy. "Well, you little sneak. I am tempted to hang up and cut you off forever...let me guess, you dialed your phone with mine when I went into to make coffee this morning. Did you root through my underwear drawer too, you little perv?" She wasn't actually particularly mad, but always enjoyed winding guys like him up... "No, please don't hang up. I want to tell you what I did when I left you this morning." He interpreted her silence as acquiescence, and plunged into his tale. "My wife sleeps in late anytime I'm not home, and I had told her I had flown to LA for a few days...So, I snuck into the house with a few supplies that I had picked up yesterday afternoon...A black ski mask, an airsoft gun that looked just like a Beretta, and a roll of duct tape...I got to the foot of the bed, and sure enough, she was out like a light. I carefully moved her telephone out of reach, then pulled off several pieces of duct tape and put them at strategic locations...Then I got up on the bed and straddled her stomach, shoving the gun in her face. I didn't say a word, but first taped her mouth then had to wrassle her to tape her hands together... when I had them lashed to the corner of the headboard, then I slid down the bed and secured first one, then the other of her feet to the bedposts...that was actually the hardest because she kicked like crazy...but once that was done, I knew she couldn't go anywhere. I pulled a knife out of my pants pocket and snicked it open right by her face. Then I slowly cut open her pj bottoms. I lifted the material off of her tits and cut holes there so they would poke through...by now I was hard, really hard. She was panting too, and her nipples were hard as little cherry pits...I stroked her tits with the edge of the blade and she began to gasp, and thrust her hips up at me...next I ran my hand down over her belly watching her eyes...When I got to her cunt, she closed her eyes and moaned...she was dripping wet...Just like she used to get in the good old days. I climbed on top of her and slammed into her, ripping the tape off of her mouth, just to see what she would do." "She said, 'God, noooo, noooo, uh huh, uh huh,....yessss, YESSSS!' it was awesome! She hasn't come like that for me in three years..." For her part, Alexandria was equal parts titillated and repulsed by the story. As he had been talking she had been stroking herself. Finally she asked, a little breathless, "So where are you now, rapist?" "Parked by your mailbox..." "Ok, well you'd better come on in then. Give me five minutes, I want to have on something that I don't mind getting destroyed..." She let herself back into the house and selected an old very tight tshirt-it had been snug before she had her boobs done, but now it was just ridiculous. And a pair of scrub pants. She unlocked the backdoor, left on her bedside lamp, and lay back on her back, feigning sleep. She didn't have long to wait... He had donned the ski mask, and brandished the knife in one hand and the duct tape in the other. She watched him prepare by cutting off 3 long strips of tape and one short one...He jumped onto the bed, astride her tummy, leaning forward to secure her arms to the wrought iron headboard. "I would be screaming my head off right now," she said. With that he taped her mouth, and moved to secure her legs...she thrashed around for effect, trying to buck him off her...He picked his knife up and lifting the material up in the middle he slit the shirt, then ripped it wide open. For whatever reason, that was very arousing for them both. He reached down to lightly bite a taut nipple and she moaned in pleasure. Next he cut away the crotch of the scrubs, and unable to contain himself fell down and feasted on her bare, juicy pussy. She came hard, and then again when he thrust into her, his ski mask scratchy on her face...he pulled the tape gently from her mouth, and for the first time fed her his cock, her own juices glistening on it...she brought him off deftly and he finished by spraying onto her breasts.... Later she asked, "So are you going to sleep over or what?" "Can I?" "I guess. It's your last night. He's home tomorrow." "Are you going to tell him everything?" "Haven't decided. Had it been just one or two episodes, certainly, but I don't want to freak the poor dude out...Christ, you have been here, what twice a day?" "Well, I have been here," he said indicating her vagina, four times in the last day and a half!" "True!" she chortled, and rolled onto her side, drawing his hand onto her breast. The next morning, their final together, she gave him the wake up that every man fantasizes about: While he was still asleep, she began to fellate him...She was an extremely skillful operator and she had him begging for release before she finally relented and finished him off...She held his cum in her mouth, and suggested that he take a picture of her with his cum bubbling out of her mouth and down her chin. She said: "this is it cowboy, so if you want a memento, now is your chance." She gave him a real kiss, and then sent him on his way. Two weeks and three days had passed since Alexandria had said goodbye to the stranger. He had honored her request to leave her "the fuck alone, my husband is going to be home..." But she hadn't told him that her husband was typically only home for 8 or 10 days at a time...So, she was alone again. She stayed busy, between work and school, but even so, the weekends seemed long and lonely. She had got home from work on Friday afternoon, and was feeling a little lonely and bored. And horny. Her phone sounded. "Call from l'estranger." She felt a flash of real pleasure and a flush of anticipation. "Well hello, sailor!" "Can you talk?" "Yep. I'm alone again." "Alone, alone, or just at this minute, alone?" "I have been alone, alone for exactly one week." "Why didn't you tell me?" "Didn't have the urge. Why are you calling now? You need some tampons?" "Don't be that way. I wanted to tell you something, and ask you something... When Alexandria said nothing, he continued, "Jen never said one word to me about raping her that morning. Not a word. Don't you think that's odd? I think she loved it. And I think I she wants to keep it a secret from me..." "Well, maybe. People are strange. Morrison wasn't the first to make that observation... But that has nothing to do with me, Romeo." "OK, the other thing that definitely does pertain to you... I just wondered if there was anyway I could talk you into hosting my poker party tomorrow night...I would buy everything, but Jen won't let me have it here anymore..." There was silence on the line. "Are you there?" "Yeah. I'm here. Listen. You can use my place. I'll leave the back door open. Just no cigar smoke in the house. If you guys stink up my house I'll castrate you." "Wellll,.. We could do that...but I was really hoping that you would, you know, host it...play hostess." "Oh, I see, put on a little outfit and get pawed by your perv friends....mmm. no thanks. I will admit to a certain fondness for you, but I owe your idiot friends nothing. Ciao." She hung up, then turned her phone off for good measure. She smiled wickedly, and thought about what she might extract from him when she ultimately relented...She did like new outfits...