0 comments/ 22520 views/ 4 favorites Carrie's Second Chance By: Egmont0409 WARNING: Our leading lady blots her character, becoming involved in adultery and sister-sister sex. But the clean-cut man becoming increasingly influential in her life will almost certainly improve her morality through example. Er hopefully. ----- CHAPTER 1 After the funeral and the last visitors had left, Helen Nelson sat with her three daughters while Harry fetched drinks. Helen held the hand of her youngest Carrie Lamb, red-eyed and newly widowed, while across from them sat Beth Nichols happily married to a surgeon and Debbie Muir who'd become wealthy after being divorced by an elderly attorney. It was rumored Debbie was bedding a new man every week but when asked about that by Beth had laughed and said, "I wish." Debbie, taking a white wine from her father said, "Carrie will you keep the name Lamb or revert to Nelson?" Carrie's answer was to burst into tears. She took the wine from Harry and swallowed it in two gulps. Harry looked disapprovingly because it was a top wine from his cellar but his wife told him to shut up although he hadn't said anything. Harry retaliated by serving Beth her wine and taking Carrie's empty glass before serving his wife and earning a glare. Harry of course was impervious to that evil look as all guys are who've lived in a house of females and survive by becoming... well impervious. Carrie had left home four months ago after her wedding. Debs had been gone four years but usually visited two or three times a week. Beth had frequently spent nights away from her new choice of man Bruce, who was waiting for his wife to vacate the house and their marriage to be dissolved. The house had been surrendered eighteen months ago and that allowed Beth to shift in permanently with Bruce and they married seven months ago. "Carrie will plan her life without Alan with our help when she feels ready for that," Helen said, dabbing Carrie's eyes with a handkerchief. "Yes and I'll assist because coming out of the other side of a divorce is somewhat similar," Debs said. "I have that experience to call on." Her mother snorted, "I fail to see how seeking comfort in the arms of multiple men is a likely avenue for Carrie." "Mother, never have I confessed to being involved in groupies." "You know what I mean Debbie. People are saying you are having four new male callers a week." "Dad are you going to stand by and allow your wife to besmirch the name of your favorite daughter?" "I have no favorites with my daughter and I'm sitting here to enjoy my wine, hopefully in peace. All I can say is show me one rumor that has proved to be true." "Yeah, try showing me a rumor," Debs snapped. "All I can tell you Carrie is show a bit of leg and you'll have guys coming out of the woodwork at you and not all will be married." "Debbie!" "Well mom obviously you feel I don't fit in here so I'm going." "Debbie sit down instantly. Carrie needs our support." "Okay mom. Dad get me another wine." "Get it yourself." Each Sunday for the next four weeks Beth and Debs called on Sunday morning at 11:00 for a couple of wines and then stayed for lunch with their parents and grieving 29-year-old sister who appeared to be losing weight as well as her bloom. She seemed to cry at every opportunity, especially at Debs' unsympathetic comments. At that fourth lunch Helen whispered to Beth and Debbie (Helen rarely called her Debs like the others did) to meet her at the garden center for coffee at 3:00 and said, "It is not right a widow should weep for so long. I've consulted Dr Rice and she said it should stop eventually." Over the coffee cups Debs said, "She needs a good poke by a man. That will fix her." "Leave her mom," Beth hastened to intervene. "You know she's just winding you up." "Please behave yourself Debbie or leave." Debbie rose to leave but her stressed mom roared at her to sit down, startling other coffee drinkers. Mother and daughters agreed this was out of character for Carrie, the really attractive one of the family with more ability and more personality than almost all of them put together. "There was a time we called her our high-flier but now she's crashed," Beth sniffed, dabbing at her eyes. "Oh god don't start me off," Helen said, sniffing while Debs said, "God, what's wrong with you women? You have to learn to toughen up." "Thanks for your sympathy Debbie," her mom wept and Debbie displaying guilt, went around the table and hugged her. "Weren't we here to discuss our weeping widow rather than to stew in our own despair?" Beth asked and sighed "Oh God" and joined in the hugging of their mother now heaving with sobs. Debs went into the café and returned to their outside table with a bottle of wine and three glasses. In time the wine settled everyone. "Perhaps you and dad should take Carrie for a week at a resort." "Bad idea Beth; she'll spend her time weeping at the honeymooners," Debs said. "Remember she and Alan went to a resort for their honeymoon." Their mother snapped, "Instead of being negative about everything we suggest Debbie, you come up with a worthwhile suggestion." "Well first let's try to analyze why our bright-as-a-button sister, your daughter, is a weeping widow. She didn't really like Alan." Helen and Beth looked horrified and Helen said grimly, "You better justify that comment young lady or risk really being offside with me." "Oh ho whoa mother; you and whose army? I've knocked more than a couple guys down in my time. If you must know Carrie told me when they returned from their honeymoon. She said she'd rushed into marriage only to find Alan was a bit of a bore and rather unspectacular in bed." Looking bewildered Helen asked how could a young man be unspectacular in bed. They became that way when they grew older. The sisters exchanged glances with raised eyebrows, wondering if they were learning something about their father. Beth said, "Mom it could mean he lacks endurances or variety or the ability to excite his partner." "Or is prone to premature ejaculation," Debs said and the three of them smothered their smutty laughter. "I pushed to find out what really was wrong with Alan but Carrie buttoned up as if thinking she'd said more than enough." "Or was talking to the wrong sister," Beth said smugly. "Bitch." "Please behave yourselves girls. So does that end your contribution Debbie?" "No it doesn't and be prepared to be shocked about this." Helen looked uneasy while Beth learned forward eagerly. "We know Alan was electrocuted when he was raising the metal extension of a window cleaning brush and touched overhead power lines. We know Carrie was away from home at the time but why, and what was she doing? She told the investigators she was out window-shopping and that was accepted. But I wonder about that. Carrie out window-shopping is something I'm not aware she's ever done. She is too positive for that. Carrie decides what she wants to buy and goes out and buys it. With this on-going grief of hers I now suspect guilt and I wonder was she out seeing an old boyfriend to reconnect with sexual excitement." "Mom?" said Beth. "My mind won't accept that theory." Beth said well she thought Debbie could have stumbled on to something. "It's worth checking out." "But how?" Debbie said very seriously, "By getting your youngest into a situation where she might confess guilt. If we ask her straight out she'll lie." Helen said, "I still can't see why you came up with this theory." "Because I was searching for a reason why our strong-willed and usually effervescence sister would be so engulfed in grief. When I began searching for possibilities I began to think was it guilt from not been at the scene when her husband died?" Helen stood and said she couldn't stay listening to such wild accusation against Carrie. "Okay go. I'll stay here for a while with Beth. Mom I want you and dad out of the house next weekend. Beth and I will come and stay with Carrie." "No, oh god no. I'm not becoming involved in a conspiracy against my own daughter." "Fine then I'll tell dad about my suspicions... he'll beat a confession out of her." "That's rubbish and you know it." "Mom when dad loses it he really loses it and you know that." "Oh god, this is dreadful. I..." "You are behaving unreasonably mom. This involves possible extreme guilt. Even if I am correct with my theory Carrie hasn't committed a crime by allowing some guy to get a leg across her. Can't you see... she confesses and the healing process begins with the assistance of her closest loved ones? Oh, another thing. Why hasn't she visited her formers since the funeral although Mrs Lamb has called twice to visit Carrie." "Oh god and both times Verna called Carrie wept excessively." "Is that so; I didn't know that mom. Just keep calm over this. If it's mishandled Carrie could run off and even do something to herself. I'm suggesting things mom to force you to think rationally." "Yes I understand Debbie. I can't believe you are being so mature over this." Beth said, "Well she's no spring chicken mom. She's thirty-six." "Bitch." "Please girls, be lovely to one another. You father and I will visit my parents this weekend. We are overdue for a visit and I can't imagine Carrie wanting to come with us and being cooped up in their small house." The sisters watched Helen walk away. "God you were rough on her," Beth said. "She looks like a battered woman." "Yes and what do you expect? You're almost as over-emotional as mom." "Yeah, little wonder most guys have always been a bit scared of you. If you had enlisted in the army they would have placed you in the marines you cold-ass bitch." "Oh darling. Don't get too excessive with your accolades." Saturday went as planned. Beth's husband Rick dropped her off at her parent's place at 8:40 on his way to golf and that allowed her parents to leave. That gave Beth three hours to keep Carrie calm and to ask was she ready to settle into her changed status. "Yes. I will revert back to being Carrie Nelson and will have to get various papers and authorities changed. I discussed that with our attorney and he suggested I wait until the estate settled before I did that to eliminate the possibility of any complications in legalities as in effect a name change makes me two people during the transitional period." "What legal complications?" "Alan's parents contesting the will." "Jesus, does your attorney think they will?" "He said no but said one never knows if it will happen. He advised I should carefully consider any reasonable request his parents make." "Wow, I thought what was Alan's and yours would simply become yours?" "Apparently most things are more legally contestable that most people think." Beth said, "I'm saying this in the nicest possible way. You haven't wept in all the time I've been here. Are you feeling better?" "Each day I feel a little better. I cry more when mom's around. She seems to pressure me by attempting to be nice to me." "Oh, it's a pity she's not more like Debs." "Yeah, one never expects sympathy from her; at times Debs can be such a cow. Mom said she was staying here as well." "She'll arrive around noon and bring hot food." Debbie arrived at 12:15, carrying in several dishes. The sisters kissed and Debbie tickled Carrie under the chin and said, "You are looking better kiddo... more relaxed without the folk being overly-sympathetic?" Carrie glanced at Beth and sighed, "You are so right." Debbie smiled. "Look we have the choice of staying home and getting drunk or going out tonight for dinner and then going to a night club to see if we can pull in three guys and make a real night of it. I never have difficulty finding guys on the prowl at clubs." "You mean sex," Beth asked horrified. "What you do with your guys is over to you two. Occasionally you can find a guy who knows how to talk." "No not that; I'd rather stay home, even by myself if you two wish to go whoring." Beth glared at Carrie. "You were excluding me from that activity I hope?" "Yeah why not. I guess it's not whoring. We both know Debbie always was overly eager for sex." "Are you missing..." Debbie stopped catching the frown from Beth. She brushed an imaginary insect off her cheek and said, "Are you missing er a social life"? "Not yet." "Well serve this food while it's hot. I have six bottles of sparking wine to fetch from the car. Let's behave like adult sisters who like to enjoy yarning over a glass of wine." "Okay," Carrie said. Debbie smirked at Beth, being just behind Carrie. The smirk signaled everything was going to plan. By switching chairs, taking turns to make telephone calls and going out to the kitchen to make snacks, Debbie and Beth hoped to consume much less wine than Carrie and not to allow Carrie to notice that deception. Just before 5:00 when Carrie toppled over coming back from the bathroom and laughing as she climbed to her feet saying she was drunk, Beth and Debbie both said they were also having fun. As they settled down with filled glasses beside them, Debbie told a coarse joke about a housewife telling a friend she got the most sex when sweeping the kitchen floor because her husband came up behind her when she was using the dustpan and hand brush. As their laughter died Debbie looked straight at Carrie and asked, "Exactly where were you at the time Alan died?" "With Trevor Hunt. Why? Ohmigod, what am I saying?" As arranged Beth said, "It's no big deal Carrie. We're your sisters, your loving sisters. You may as well tell us." Carrie had burst into tears and Beth was over to her quickly, taking her into her arms and stroking her cheek. Debbie stayed sitting opposite, keeping the inquiry running. "Nothing so terribly wrong about that." Carrie sobbed. "If I had been home with Alan is might not have happened." "Bullshit. It was late afternoon. You would have been inside getting dinner ready." "Do you think so?" "I know so. What time do your usually get dinner ready on a Saturday when you're not going out." "Usually a little after 4:00 but sometimes later." "So usually a little after 4:00. The fatal accident was a little after 4:00, in fact the time was established at 4:10." "Yes." "Had Trevor been shafting you?" "Yes I was out walking," Carrie said, chest heaving in big sobs. As you know I ran with Trev for about five months before I met Alan. Trev asked me in for a drink. Sheryl was at a dress rehearsal at The Academy and Trev was sitting close to me. He put a hand on my thigh and I was so eager for great sex I just lost it." "And you arrived home just as the cops and emergency services were arriving?" "Yes and it was so dreadful and I was grief stricken and wracked by guilt." "Why, you didn't contribute to the accident? Alan was fatally careless." Carrie cried, "But can't you see? I was committing adultery when he died." "That's a fucking lie. You would have been on your way home when it happened. Trevor lives more than a mile away from your home. Talk to her Beth, I'm off to call mom." "Mom?" screamed Carrie. "What are you going to tell mom?" "That you were coming home after fucking Trevor Hunt when the accident happened and most of this weeping is a result of your unfounded guilt." "No don't; please don't. Promise me you won't tell mom." "Well let's negotiate." "Okay but I can't see what there is to negotiate?" "I want you to promise me you stop feeling guilty and stop this stupid weeping." Beth, not acting, yelled, "Don't be such a hard-ass bitch Debs." "No Debs is right. I've blown my guilt out of all proportion. Go on Debs." "That's all I require. You stop feeling guilty and weeping and tomorrow you jump into your car and go and visit Mr and Mrs Lamb and no way are you to cry. You take her flowers and you ask her to visit your house with you and invite her to discuss anything she'd like to have." "Anything?" "Yes she'll only want things that were favorite things of Alan's and perhaps a wedding present or two, perhaps her wedding present." "That our bed? "Well perhaps not. Remember you can always decline any request." Beth said, "Debs this is asking too much too soon." "You stay out of this Beth. Debs I'll do all of that tomorrow providing you come with me." "Hell no, you take Beth." "No Debs, just you. I'll know you are likely to swat me if I cry." "Yeah right. Okay it's a deal. We'll just tell mom we got you drunk and convinced you life was too short wasting it like this." "Mom was in this with you guys. This was a setup wasn't it?" "Yes," Beth said guiltily. "No way," Debbie lied adamantly. "Mom wasn't in this. She said she and dad were going to visit granddad and grandma over night and I suggested I'd stay with you and mom said no way would she allow me to stay with you by myself so Beth would have to be here as well. That was the setup Beth was alluding to. You know if told you and Trevor were fucking she'd practically die." "Yes, of course. Beth was shocked but why weren't you?" "Well because I know people get a bit on the side all the time. Now you are not to repeat this but I caught dad and Aunt Louise hard at it at Christmas a few years ago." Carrie and Beth momentarily looked horrified and then Carrie eased the tension when she said, "Well then, I'm no worse than dad." "Who knows, mom could have had it off with someone." "I don't think so," Beth said but Carrie said, "Mom can look very sexy when she dresses up. As Debs says who knows? God you are wonderful Debs, I feel better already and not really so drunk. Let's order in pizza and then start drinking again. I know where mom and dad keep their adult videos. I saw mom putting one away one day." Debbie and Beth looked at Carrie mouths open in shock. * * * The next day Carrie and Debbie visited the Lambs. After Carrie called to say they wished to visit, Mrs Lamb invited them to lunch and after that the three women went to the house. Debbie kept her arm firmly hooked into Carrie's arm and said, "Although it has vivid memories it's only a house, not a tomb." That seemed to calm Carrie. Mrs Lamb chose only a handful of things, as Debbie had guessed only memorabilia. Afterwards they went to the cemetery together. When they were leaving the Lambs' home after afternoon coffee Mrs Lamb kissed Carrie and said, "Thank you for coming. What we did today has given me the release I required Carrie. You are a wonderful young woman. I expect we won't see you very often after this." Debbie squeezed Carrie's arm and Carrie just smiled at Mrs Lamb. As they drove off Carrie said, "Why did you warn me not to say anything in reply to Mrs Lamb?" "She was telling you, in sort of code I guess, she didn't wish to see you again because you are no longer part of their life." "God, how brutal. But Mr Lamb really likes me. He'll not wish to see me fade away." Debbie said emphatically, "Oh yeah? Let me tell you darling Mrs Lamb rules that roost." Carrie wept for the second time that day but Debbie let it go. It was a big improvement on the figure her mom had alleged, twenty to thirty bouts of weeping each day. Helen and Harry were home when they returned. Debbie said she wouldn't go in, leaving it to Carrie to explain why she was in such better mood and dry-eyed. Debbie said firmly, holding Carrie, "You don't let mom bully you, do you hear?" "Yes I will call her to heel. You have been so wonderful to me." "Poof it was nothing. I suggest you put the house up for sale as soon as you can and relocate somewhere else, preferably right away from here but I do ask that you keep in touch with all of us." "I have been thinking along those lines. Probate will be granted in about nine months but as I'm named in the will as the sole beneficiary I'll ask my attorney to arrange the sale of the property at the earliest opportunity. There is a big insurance policy in my name so I can expect the payout within a few weeks. Meanwhile I have my own separate bank account and that has enough in it to see me through until everything settles." Carrie's Second Chance Ten days later, Carrie couldn't believe the huge change in Debbie that had occurred in just two days since she'd last seen her sister. Carrie detected it as soon as she went to stay with Debbie over night. Her sister was smartly dressed, her hair was tidy and she was in full make-up. "What's happened to get your looking like this, like you used to look before your marriage?" "I've met him." "Who?" "My next husband." Carrie grinned. "Oh not another attorney?" "Christ no. He's the director of the Pinnacle Art Gallery." "But you know nothing about art." "But I know everything about sex. Al says I teach him about women, sex and how to relate well to people and he'll teach me about art. He's forty and has been what he calls 'a cloistered academic' for much of his adult life." "That sounds a great match." "I've made him shave off his beard and buy new suits and the chairman of the gallery trust board has congratulated him for his more sophisticated appearance." * * * Two months later after a big family dinner at a restaurant, Carrie left for a much larger city 400 miles away to establish a new life. She stayed in a hotel and moved out three days later to a furnished studio apartment she'd rented that looked over a park. During the next couple of weeks she was short-listed twice for final interviews and the next week finally landed a job in her field. She was seeking a position as manager of HR for a bank but settled for assistant manager of HR at a bank three times the size of the bank she'd been working at until her marriage. Living alone and with time on her hands as the days lengthened into early summer Carrie resumed running after a four-year layoff. She felt safe running in the park as it had a perimeter running track with several cross tracks as well for variation so she never felt in isolation. She began recognizing runners from other evenings and one evening a guy about her age with a great physique fell in beside her. "Gosh you're picked up you pace compared with two weeks ago when you were practically plodding." "I had a four-year layoff and was only just getting back into it. I hope to get back to my former pace; I'm about three-quarters the way there." "I'm Frank Bond, my friends call my Bondie." "Oh really? And what do I call you Mr Bond?" "Bondie." "Well Bondie I'm Carrie." "Nice meeting you Carrie. I'll meet you over at the Lake House for early supper. I'll pay. I just want to do thirty-minutes of faster work. Come sweaty, I won't mind. I just change my top for a sweater." "B-but I don't know you. "No you don't but that will change when we talk at the Lake House won't it?" Carrie's brain slowed to a crawl, leaving her without an answer. Carrie entered the Lake House restaurant that only served snacks and light meals. But a light meal was all she wanted after running. Frank stood and waved and she went over and he kissed her, only on the cheek but that was still a surprise." They chatted easily and both choose grilled chicken salad and coffee. "I don't eat heavily straight after running," Frank said and she said that was very wise. "What do you work at Carrie?" "I'm in HR at Bertram and Bain Bank." "Oh that's near us. I'm with Allen, Bradshaw & Yang." "I know the building. Are you an investment consultant?" "A financial consultant. I deal with clients seeking partnership opportunities in smaller businesses or advising companies about restructuring or business operators in financial capital or assisting in preparation of complex applications for loans from lending institutions." Carrie took the plunge, "Are you married?" "I was divorced last year for spending far too much time at work. My ex wife didn't work. And you?" Encouraged she declared, "My husband was accidentally electrocuted not yet three months ago." "God how terrible." They continued talking for an hour and arranged to meet for a drink on Friday evening. Frank said he'd not see Carrie until then because he would be away for three days. "Well goodbye and good running," she smiled and he saluted her as they parted. At home after showering Carrie looked up Frank's CV on his company's website and noted he was thirty-two with a bachelor's degree in finance and an MBA. Well that along with his manner plus good experience ought to make him a useful adviser. On Friday after several drinks they went to Carrie's apartment. She already had a casserole slowly cooking. After dinner Frank casually placed a hand on Carrie's thigh and squeezed. Debs had said when guys did that to her she just seemed to lose it and want to be fucked. What Carrie felt was panic. "Oh god, if she rolled over for him on their first date would that be the end? Well he might be a dedicated one-night-stand guy anyway. She decided she should say no and asked him to sit on the lounge chair opposite. But before she could open her mouth he engaged her. "This is not too early after your tragic loss is it?" "Er no." "But you're not quite sure? "Correct." "Then I'll sit across in that lounge chair." "Er yes." Carrie felt frustrated. She didn't want him to move away. She might have changed her mind. She straightened the cushions on the sofa and turned back to him to ask if he wanted another wine. She almost screamed in shock. Frank was sprawled out low on the chair, his feet stretching way out. He'd unzipped and had pulled out his cock and was slowly tugging it, grinning at her. God it was the biggest erection she'd even had on offer and his balls were huge. "I don't wish to frighten you." "I'm not frightened of cocks in general but... but..." "But what?" "You are hung like a horse." "Oh Carrie, how sweet of you. Like a small pony perhaps but a horse no." "I-I think you are right." He didn't answer but neither did he stop stimulating his cock. She couldn't keep her eyes off it. She didn't know what to think. Perhaps she should call him mom; no Debs." "Come over and help me out... come on." Carrie moved so fast she had a fleeting impression she was flying. She leant over the arm of the chair and dribble on to his erection as he removed his fist. She then worked in her spit. "Ah good, you're not a novice." "You'll think of me as a harlot doing this on our first date." "Oh there are to be other dates are there?" She blushed hugely and breathed, "Yes." "I was even hoping of getting fucked," he smiled. "You must be missing it?" "Yes Bondie. Very much in fact." "I admire you having the guts to become involved and yet thinking if I did this I could lose you." Carried smiled reassurance. "I just ask one thing." "You may ask anything." She looked at him steadily, "I don't wish you to compare me with your ex-wife." Frank nodded and said that was a great idea and she ought not compare him. As if rewarding him for being such a gentleman, Carrie ran her tongue around the head of his cock three times and then with a big sigh slowly sank her mouth down around it for three inches and then massaged her tongue around it at that level and cupped one of his balls and jiggled it, as if weighing it. "You're good," he encouraged. She was unable to answer, being in the process of sliding another two inches of big fat cock with its pink and purple head towards her gullet. He now had a hand on her left breast and she had a bursting desire to yell, "Squeeze it" but her mouth was rather full. He squeezed it, damn hard actually and she almost had an orgasm. Carrie was tiring, aware Frank was displaying no signs of approaching a climax when suddenly he rolled her over and at the same time pulled her on to his chest. "Oh sorry, I must lack technique." He laughed and said that wasn't true. "You were great, so beautifully delicate. I just don't come easily unless really fired up. I didn't want you to wear out your mouth and hand on our first date." "Oh there are to be other dates?" she smiled confidently. He laughed and began kissing her deeply. Carrie hesitated about opening her mouth and then decided to leave it, thinking her mouth would open automatically when she was ready. When they broke off he said he should go because he had a big meeting in the morning. "What Saturday?" "Business runs 24/7. I never do. We rent our desks from the company and pay for corporate services including a share of the company's efforts to attract clients. I generally work five days a week so if I work a half day or full day Saturday I'll take compensatory time off in the week prior or immediately following. I have no wish to suffer burnout as many switched on consultants do through excessive hard grinding. Of course sometime I work huge hours for a client or clients in a rush but higher fee-earning compensates for that." "You may stay if you wish. I won't keep you awake all night." He grinned. "Lovely offer but I must decline." That concerned Carrie; was she receiving the brush-off already. But she was reprieved. After he pushed Carrie to her feet and stood and pushed his licked dick away and zipped up, Frank handed Carrie his business card. "May I suggest you book into the Blue House restaurant for tomorrow night, late if you can't get in around 8:00 and call me with the time and I'll stay tomorrow night if the offer is on." "Sounds fine but shouldn't you be making the booking?" "This is a form of job-sharing: I came up with the idea so you book. Like it?" She laughed and said providing there was some level of consistency and fairness. "I'm an equitable guy," he smiled and she believed him, assuming he mean he was a naturally fair-minded guy. She was so pleased he was so nice to her... firm but not overly pushy. Carrie thought she could really get to like him. CHAPTER 2 Debbie Muir practically pushed her latest seducer out the door just after 7:00 am and ran a bath, yawning. She was tiring of this seemingly pointless life. Coming home late from a club after finding and wooing a guy to stay with her the rest of the night really had lost its appeal. Sometimes her judgment had been faulty and she'd been dismayed by what she found sprawled out beside her next morning... often smelly, hairy and snoring. Ugh. Perhaps she should get a job and be too tired to go clubbing and drinking heavily and then being fucked indifferently. Yeah, get a job and finding an upfront lovely guy who'd romance her. In the bath she called Carrie. "How are you darling?" "Fine, really fine I must say. You are personally responsible for kick-starting my life. I came within an ace of being shafted last night." "Oooh, is that good?" "You of all people would know that. I'm going shopping this morning. I wish you were here with me." Debbie yawned and said idly, "Then I should think about doing that some time." Carrie wondered if she ought to push what she'd been thinking and decided she should. "Debs, I worry about you." "That's good isn't it?" Debbie said, staring at a bruise on her right breast and glaring and thinking that fucking jerk. "Well I'm not sure you'd talk to me about it." Debbie laughed. "Can you recall me ever being unwilling to shoot off my mouth?" "Well my dear charming senior sister, although it's none of my business I'm concerned you are wasting your life; you are not allowing good things to happen for you. You worked to restore me and now in similar fashion I feel obligated to work on you." "Well if you must know I've been thinking about that too. I know I'm going nowhere and what I'm doing is beginning to bore me. I think I should take a job to provide the feeling er possibly satisfaction that I'd be back being industrious again." Carrie said, "Then do what you advised me: make a clean break and go somewhere to start afresh." "Go where?" Carrie sighed. "I don't know. Come here." "Okay." "What you'll come and live with me for a while?" "Yes. Give me a couple of weeks to arrange my affairs such as putting this house on the market." "Oh that's great but I remind you this apartment is only a studio." "Well it will be like going back to college days and room sharing." "I guess but we have moved on and you're so messy. I can enquire if management can transfer me to a larger apartment." Debbie said, "That's probably a good idea but wait till I arrive and we discuss it. If the job market is no good there I may have to move on." "We have a big marketing department and I'm friendly with Marlene the manager. Perhaps she could place you or refer you to contacts. She'll know plenty of people in marketing." "Okay, now who is this guy who is about to plunder you?" "God you always had the knack of making sex sound sexy." They laughed, cementing the bond of good sisterhood although their age difference was seven years. * * * Over dinner next evening Carrie told Frank about Alan's death and how she'd not been there at the time. "Well it's not possible to be with some one all the time." "I was away having it off with a former boyfriend who really liked having sex." Frank didn't quite fall out of his chair. "I see, meaning that your husband didn't?" "Um possibly many women would think he was quite okay in bed." "But not you?" "No but I found out too late. We were married. This was the first time I'd cheated on him." "God that must have left you feeling hugely guilty, I mean being away when the accident happened although death would have been instantaneous I guess." "Yes death was instantaneous and yes I was left burning in guilt." "Oh you poor darling." "What?" "Am I not permitted to be sympathetic?" "B-but Bondie, I was expecting my confession to leave you disgusted." Frank scratched his jaw. "You gave you the reason and I didn't find anything unacceptable about that." "Oh god, thank you." Frank reached across and took her hand and squeezed it. "If you must know I'm even more than interested in you. It appears you have passion." Thinking if he wanted a passionate woman he could be more than interested in Debbie. She told him all about Debbie and that she was coming to stay with her. "She sounds all woman." "Yes well men appear to think so." "Well who knows what men are interested in," he smiled. "You know if she wants a job in marketing I could get one of our partners Rick Bradshaw to talk to her. Although he's not yet forty he's managing partner this year. He and his wife are having a trial separation and so he could be interested in dating your sister. You said she was thirty-six didn't you, and a natural blonde?" "Yes but is the agreement for a trial separation meant to be a license to hare off to date sexy women or males?" "I wouldn't know about the basics except it's meant to give a couple time off and for them to decide whether to attempt reconciliation or to divorce." "Why can't they be clear-headed about it and make a decision without that rigmarole?" "The system is probably devised for adults who are not that decisive." Carrie laughed and said oh yeah. "Anyway it's a thought and your Mr Bradshaw ought to be capable of deciding whether he dates or not." "Yeah well he wouldn't want a trial separation to decide what he wants. She's a professional painter and appears to live in the clouds." Carrie laughed. "Well when Debbie arrives you can talk to her to find out if she would be suitable for your corporate office." It was a lovely evening and not too late so they walked to Carrie's apartment. In the elevator Frank cupped one of Carrie's breasts and gently squeezed. She reached down to feel the growing erection and stroked it firmer through the pants. "It appears we are going to fuck," Frank leered. "Afraid so," Carrie said, without smiling and slowly pushed her tongue against her right cheek, pushing it out. "Christ can't this elevator go any faster," Frank complained. They left a trail of clothing from just inside the apartment to the bed and Carrie had to run back to close the self-locking door. "Be gentle. I haven't had one in me for a couple of months and you're big," she said hoarsely and he replied confidently, "Not a problem." Frank sucked at her pussy until Carrie, hands clawing at his hair and ears gasped and told him to feed it in. He did that, carefully and groaning in delight as her firmness snuggled in around his intruding dick in her now slippery passageway. "Oooh, oooh. I love it. Fuck me darling." "You wanted me to be careful." "Pound me you brute. I want to be driven through the head board." Frank didn't believe her entirely but quickly worked all the way in and began thrusting, holding her legs out wide. As he became aware she was as smooth as silk but nowhere near being tight and timid as he'd first thought, he grinned and began slamming into her and she heaved back at him. He came unexpectedly early. "God that was quick," she complained. Frank gritted, tossed her on to her belly and hauled her up at the waist. "Take this bitch," he growled not bothering to wipe away their combined juices oozing out. "Oh Bondie," she cooed. "You really know how to please a girl." He grabbed her swinging tits and crowed in delight. "This is s-o-o-o fucking good." They awoke after dawn to find themselves staring at one another. Carrie could feel the erection pressing into her thigh. "What do you want to do now?" he grinned. "Go to the bathroom, shower and when I come back from doing the same we'll fuck and go out for breakfast. I'll murder a steak." "Spoken like a champion," he grinned. "Do you mind me telling you again you have great tits and a great cunt?" "No at all. You are welcome to say that frequently and other compliments will be welcome. I'm thinking of cutting off your dick and balls and bottling them. They are such darlings." Frank resisting cupping the aforesaid articles defensively. Instead he grinned at her proudly. Over breakfast Carrie realized she was the happiest she'd been since her wedding day. She looked across at Frank at his curly almost blond hair, gray eyes and firm jaw on a quite handsome face. He looked at her and said what and she said nothing and kept on smiling. "Jesus you are embarrassing," he said. "I think you are happy." "Very much so. I feel I've got my life back and my vitality and confidence are restored." "It's surprising what a good cock can do for a girl." "That too but you are excellent company, being intelligence and articulate and your manner makes you a darling." " Christ Carrie," Frank said, looking around embarrassed, "People might hear you." She forked in a piece of steak and just smiled at him. Outside the apartment Frank kissed her and went off to the office, saying he'd call later, probably to arrange late lunch. "I thought you would have had enough of me." He grinned, slapped her ass and said, "You've got to be kidding. Bye." Back at the apartment Carrie emailed Debbie: 'I'm a woman again; you'll know what I mean. I appear to be walking on air but with my feet a little wider apart than usual. I don't think he's finished with me and probably he's dumping his regular date for me. I believe he was on the verge of telling me that. Anyway I wish to prepare for your arrival. Don't worry about Bondie I mean Frank hanging around. I can go to his apartment whenever he feels the need.' 'The furnished apartment that costs me $937/month is 945 sq ft, fairly new with floor to ceiling windows overlooking a huge park where I run and that's where I met Bondie who was running. The living room measures 14' 10" by 23' 4", the bedroom 11' 0" by 15' 9" and the kitchen 9' 10" by 7' 6'. That gives you some idea of what to expect. The sofa in the living room that has a gas wall fireplace, folds out into a bed but my bed is queen size and I won't mind you sleeping with me if you wish. I promise not to get too sexy!!!' Carrie's Second Chance 'Closet space is, as you can imagine, limited so I suggest you put most of your possession into storage when your house sells. The kitchen appliances are good quality and there's a combined washer/dryer suitable for only small washes and there are much larger coin-operated appliances in the communal laundry. We have an outdoor pool and a big communal room called the Windsor Club with small to large alcoves where tables seating from six to a maximum of twelve people can be booked. There is a doorman on duty 7:00 to 7:00 and security appears good. We are handy to everything including a six-cinema duplex and a good range of restaurants.' "Well that's all for now except to say Bondie er Frank who is a financial adviser thinks there's a chance the company he works for could possibly be interested in placing you in its marketing department. The department markets for prospective clients for its consultants like Frank who hire their desk and work as semi-independent contractors.' 'Bye, I'm so happy and will love having you're here. Debs.' 'PS: Why don't you come here next week and stay a couple of nights and bring mom and dad. I can book them into a nearby hotel?' That visit began the following Wednesday, their parents traveling with Debbie in her white Mercedes that she parked at the hotel where their parents stayed. Carrie went there as soon as she finished work. Her dad had been watching boxing on TV and Debbie and her mom had just arrived in from shopping. "Oh it's so lovely seeing you again darling," her mom cooed. She was wearing a new dress and had a new hairstyle that really suited her. "You're looking great baby," said her father who looked okay as well. The two sisters kissed and whirled around in a circle like dancers. "Your tits have enlarged; it will be all that fucking," Debbie whispered. "Still only half the size of yours," Carrie snorted. Helen said, "What was that dear?" "Um I was just saying to Debbie her fingernails are twice as long as mine." "Well she doesn't work does she?" They all went over and inspected the apartment and amenities. Helen thought the apartment was lovely. "Little wonder you are looking so well. You have done very well setting up here. I love the view. I know you described it to me in your emails but somehow I expected it to be in a dingy neighborhood with smoke and thugs." "What?" Harry sighed. "Your mother is thinking of gangster movies she watches." "You do talk nonsense at times Harry," Helen said and Harry said ditto and got away with that because Helen was staring at a photo. "Ohmigod, who's this?" Carrie had left out the photo she'd pestered Frank to give here, wanting her mom to find it. "Oh just a guy I run in the park with twice a week. He's a financial adviser Frank Bond." "Should you be linking with another man so soon?" "I just decided to let nature take its course mom and that's what happened. I'm not living with him if that's what you're worried about." "Keep your nose out of Carrie's personal affairs," Harry said and didn't have to wait long for the blast. "Go bury your head Harold Nelson." "Debbie I want you moved into here this weekend." "Mom, I want Debs moving in when she's ready and not a minute before." There was a stand-off until Debbie said, "What Carrie says makes sense. What's the panic? Mom if they are doing it they could do it on a street corner or in a restaurant. It is not necessary to do it in here." "Debbie don't be so disgusting." "I'm going to vomit." "Christ Harry, get yourself to the bathroom. You had far too many egg slices in that salad you had for lunch." "It's the conversation that's making me feel like vomiting. Who Carrie sleeps with is her business, not yours Helen." "Harry Nelson, you close that wicked mouth..." "Okay guys, time to head for the restaurant for some drinks. You'll meet Frank tomorrow evening because he's taking us all to dinner." "Frank, that sounds very intimate for someone you don't live with?" "Perhaps as Debbie says we do it on street corners." "God how can two of my three daughters have grown up to be so disgusting." "We take after you mom." Debbie got away with that because Helen, without her glasses on, just sighed and picked up the photo to peer at it again. Returning to the Park View Towers, Carrie asked, "Will the apartment be suitable for you?" "Yeah till I settle in at my job and I work out where to live. I'll then buy an apartment, a big one, and you can come and live with me if you wish." "That's very kind but I'm fine here for the moment." Entering the apartment Debbie asked were there any house rules. "Just three, be tidy, be considerate and don't hump the hostess." They giggled. Debbie said. "Um do you require privacy?" "No of course not. I used to love looking at your body when I was young." "And now?" "I reckon I'll be just as keen. You're all woman Debs." "And you're all grown up. God I remember you crying when you thought your breasts wouldn't grow. We called you Peasticks." "Well I'm getting a fat ass now. Oh, I sleep in the raw but out of respect..." "No that's fine. So do I." A cocktail and then a wine before dinner and two wines during dinner were enough to take Carrie into sleep within minutes. She awoke to find Debbie's butt against her stomach so slid a hand over Debbie's hip to cuddle her. Debbie stirred and rolling towards Carrie pulled her hand down to the bald pussy. "Make me wet." "God Debs, should we be doing this?" "It's over to you. I'm restless." "Well providing I can suck a tit." "I didn't think it was necessary to be asked that. Poke a finger up my butt if you wish." "God Debs. I'm not far removed from being virtuous." "Oh yeah," scoffed a disbelieving sister. * * * The family appeared to be delighted when meeting Frank and Carrie noticed Debbie licking her lips, the bitch. He was so charming and had kissed Carrie's cheek rather than ram his tongue down her throat, out of deference to her watching mom Carrie thought. During dinner Helen said, "Carrie hasn't told me about your apartment Frank. Carrie had long known her mom could be sly. Frank glanced at Carrie and she winked at him. "Carrie knows where I live but she'd not been to my apartment yet." "Oh that surprises me." "Why is that Mrs Nelson?" That caught Helen left-footed and she said lamely, "I really like this city. It seems to be well planned and well planted with lovely little beauty spots everywhere." "Did Carrie refuse to deny or confirm we were having sex?" Helen appeared ready to panic and Debbie looked to be choking on suppressed laughter. "Well Harry tells me it's none of my business." "We haven't been together all that long Mrs Nelson but I can assure you we not at it 24/7." Helen smiled. "That's a sensitive reply." Frank then questioned Debbie about her aspirations and then said he'd mentioned her availability to his company's managing partner. He could see Debbie in the morning early, knowing they would be heading back home. "How early?" "Rick said he could be at the office at 7:00 if that would suit you." "Well yes. What is his surname? I can't call him Rick?" "Rick Bradshaw." Debbie reacted in surprise. "What the author of 'Why Re-branding Initiatives So Often Fail? I read the paperback a couple of months ago after it received high praise." "Yes, that's our Rick. Do you mind if I mention you've read his book? It will indicate he has a confirmed readership of one from outside this city." "Yes of course but you are exaggerating I'm sure." "I'll call him now. Should I say 7:00?" "Yes please because it's an all day drive for us." Frank returned, smiling. "It's all set. He was complementary about you when I assured him I'd not briefed you about his book. I told him the truth, as soon as I gave you his name you asked what Rick Bradshaw the author and named his book." "That's a good start isn't it Frank?" "Yes indeed Mrs Nelson. A brilliant start because Rick likes sharp people." "Please call me Helen. You are such a gentleman." Later than night Debbie asked Carrie to make her wet because she was so excited she'd find it difficult to sleep. Carrie worked at it and Debbie gushed into a scream. She then rolled on to Carrie, hugely embarrassing her younger sister, and worked down and administered a great finger/tongue massage that got Carrie off big time. "God that was magnificent," the red-cheeked Carrie huffed and puffed. "Who taught you, mom?" They pulled pillows over their heads to stifle their raucous laughter. * * * When driving her parents almost 400 miles to visit their youngest daughter Carrie, Debbie had decided to get off her ass and instruct her attorney to take the necessary steps to change everything necessary to revert to her maiden name of Nelson. Carrie the brains of the family had decided to do it when probate came through so why shouldn't she do the same? Her marriage had been dissolved and it would be a clear break for her by dropping her married name of Muir. She had this thinking time because her father beside her and her mom in the back were asleep. Debbie was looking forward to reuniting with Carrie who was such an interesting young woman. God fancy Carrie going off to grab sexual satisfaction on the day her husband accidentally killed himself. Debbie who regarded herself as morally irresponsibly hadn't dared have her first adulterous plowing until after her first wedding anniversary. The day after she and her husband celebrated it in fact. It hadn't really been her fault: the pool maintenance guy came a day earlier than usual and caught her sunbathing in the nude. He'd been so complimentary about her boobs. The apartment sounded rather small but the pleasure of staying with Carrie would outweigh any inconvenience and anyway it might not be for long. Some guy was bound to want her to live with him. Sleeping with Carrie sounded promising. That young firm body would be great to play with but Carrie might run for the hills if touched by her sister. Still she for one would never had thought Carrie would commit adultery. It could be worth hitting on his nubile sister. Presumably one could describe a woman almost thirty as nubile. The thought of getting her head between those young, flawless thighs forced Debbie to adjust the airflow ventilator on to her now flushed face. She thought perhaps she ought to have a child because that could take her mind off sex, especially after going through birthing. Why hadn't modern women hadn't demanded that after the fertility process, gestation then had to occur outside the body in a jar in a backpack connected to the mother's blood supply? Although upright women mightn't like that it could perhaps be introduced as an option. They looked at the apartment building and they gaped. It was huge and rather upmarket. They checked into the hotel where they shared a two-bedroom suite and then Debbie took her mother shopping as they had an hour to spare before Carrie came to the hotel direct from her workplace. Carrie had landed a job as deputy manager in HR of a bank three times larger than the bank she'd worked in at home before her marriage. The reunion was great and their evening together went well. Debbie loved the apartment and it was more upmarket than she'd expected. In bed Debbie became excited when Carrie agreed, rather reluctantly, to get her off. She was already moist in anticipation by the time Carrie was at the slit with a finger. She'd told her sister to start with two fingers because she was quite large. Carrie didn't rush... she delivered slow, gentle strokes and managed to caress around the clit with a thumb while her other hand worked on one of Debbie's nipples. Debbie was so surprised that her young sibling was so good at it. She took Carrie's hand away from her swollen nipple and sucked it and Carrie almost made her come when she cried that was so sexy. Sexy it really was the next night when after Carrie had got her off, Debbie at last got her head between her sister's legs. She'd been thinking of doing this on and off all day. She licked and fingered and at one time had four fingers in and Carrie was juicing voluminously. When Debbie finally came up after Carrie had jerked away grunting and breathing heavily Carrie had shrieked "Oh god", clamping her hand over her mouth, at seeing the heavy secretions dripping down and off Debbie's face. Then to finish up Carrie made the crack who'd taught her to be so good at cunnilingus, their mom? God if their mom had heard that she probably would have had them both executed. As arranged Frank picked up Debbie from outside the hotel. She kissed Frank on the mouth after saying good morning brightly, careful not to tongue him. She thought she should get him used to kissing her as she had the feeling he would not be heading off anytime soon with Carrie offering him easy access to her lush body. Five minutes later there were parked almost outside the building. "I'll take you into the lobby where Rick should be waiting for you. I'll wait in the car to take you back to the hotel. Just take your time and don't be too eager and cross your legs a few times because that could just interest our Mr Bradshaw at the moment but don't go after him. I mean laidback sexiness." "I have the picture. Thanks for doing this for me darling." Frank made the introduction. Debbie was sure Rick's eyes had bulged as soon as he saw her. He checked out her face, then legs, back to face and his gaze lingered on her boobs until they got really close. God, he looked no more than forty. She recalled the blurb on the book calling him a young executive in a finance consultancy. Frank then said, "I'll leave you two at it. I'll wait in the car." Debbie almost died. God fancy saying he'd leave them at it. Poor embarrassed Mr Bradshaw. But when she looked at him he looked up from her boobs. Good grief, a titman! She admired the man. He conducted this preliminary interview very professionally and when he stood, signally it was finished, he said, "What are your social interests Debbie?" "Concerts, even a bit of classical, I love the ballet, dining out, clubbing..." "Clubbing?" "Well since my divorce I told you about I go to clubs to meet guys. You must understand as soon as your friends hear you are divorcing many of your friends fade away, particularly the males." "I see. And that suggests you like dancing and drinking>" "Yes but I don't drink immoderately when in public." "What about men?" Debbie took the risk knowing professionally he ought not have asked that. She filled her lungs and brushed a hand over her left boob and rested it on her stomach, Rick wide-eyed and following her hand all the way. "I'm almost addicted to men but am not a slut if you know what I mean?" "Oh sure, sure. I can tell you have class Debbie. I shouldn't say this but it would be a crime if any lady built like you had no interest in males." Debbie had called him Mr Bradshaw to that point but saw no need to continue that formality. "But Rick only one guy at a time for me. I tend to go for nice guys." Rick said, "Well I best let you go. Please courier a formal application to join our marketing team, enclosing your CV and what your precise interests in marketing are. Um I suggest you emphasize you believe in the team approach, your believe in the need for strong leadership and the precise execution of agreed objectives to reach agreed outcomes." "Are you giving me insider advice to help me win a position Rick?" "Ah..." Rick said, fingering his collar. "Well that will remain a secret just between you and me. I'll tell you the truth Rick, you have really impressed me as a leader." Debbie resisted running her tongue over her top lip or puffing out her chest again. But as she said goodbye and walked away she made sure Rick would catch the sight of a bit of hip sway. Men seemed to like that. Climbing into the car Debbie took her time pulling down her skirt, knowing Frank would be eyeing her thighs. "I better kiss you know to thank you for being so wonderful to me. I don't want mom seeing me kissing you full on." Frank had already wet his lips by the time Debbie leant over and had her big boobs against his chest. She moved in slowly and kissed him with a slightly open mouth and allowed the kiss to linger longer than a normal kiss between friends. "Wow you can kiss," Frank said, reaching for his seat belt. Instead of replying to that Debbie said, "The interview went very well. I was invited to apply formerly. Rick appears to be a lovely guy." "It may interest you to know he and his wife recently began a three-month separation." Debbie's eyes widened, her heart pounded. Eight days after Debbie had forwarded her application to join the marketing team she received a call from the company's HR manager. "Hi it's Sue Simpson Mrs Muir. I am bearer of good news. You have been appointed to our marketing department as assistant manager, marketing plan leader. That is one of our three teams in the department. You have five days in which to accept the position otherwise the offer will be withdrawn. Your team is under control of one of our three partners, Mr Bradshaw. I have dispatched a formal job offer to you. Have you any questions?" "Yes two. When can I start and please change my name in all documentation and other references to me as Miss Debbie Nelson, my maiden name. My attorney is presently in the process of changing my name officially and I will be issued with new documents under the name of Nelson including my passport, Social Security Number, and driving license to name just a few." "No problem. The offer states you are able to start from the 1st of next month. In the draft contract you receive just change every reference to your name and initial each change and obtain a letter from your attorney that the official name change is taking place. We'll, sent back your acceptance or rejection of our offer and good luck." Debbie thanked Mrs Simpson, cut the call and yelled "Whoopee. She then waited for her parents to return home to tell them and in the meantime called Carrie who appeared wildly excited. Early that evening Debbie received a call from Rick Bradshaw. "Hi Debbie, it's Rick Bradshaw. So you have been offered a position in one of my teams?" "Yes but still await receipt of details that are on the way. I guess I will be accepting." Rick told her the salary and conditions in the offer and outlined her duties. "In that case I will be accepting." "You won this position on your proven ability, your personality and your personal presentation Debbie." "Thank you." "Where will you live when you come here?" "I'll probably buy an apartment." "Look, I'll be frank about this Debbie. My wife and I had been scrapping so have agreed to take a breather and stay apart for three months. I've rented a big apartment and there's a bed available for you if you want it. How can I say this so it's not misunderstood? Debbie I need a woman to date during the next three months." "Only to date.... is that you being frank Nick?" "I find you very desirable Debbie and wish to get to know you intimately." "Oooh, how intimately? "Jesus Debbie." "Say it Rick if you wish me to become interested." "I want to sleep with you er... after having sex with you." "I'd hoped you'd say that Rick. I think I'd like that to happen. But what about the reaction of your partners and staff when they find out?" "Well they'll just have to cope with their jealousy won't they? I'm managing partner so I'm in control unless I do something illegal or professionally unacceptable." "So fucking me won't be professionally unacceptable?" Carrie's Second Chance "Er no way!" "Well good night Nick. Expect me to start on the 1st of next month." Debbie was very happy. She decided to focus entirely on Nick and not to succumb to the advances of other men although she accepted she'd find it hard to resist if Frank Bond made a play for her pussy. Debbie had three prospective buyers return to inspect her very desirable property for the third time and one had commissioned a pre-purchase inspection to check out the structure and to independently appraise the market value of the property. The Realtor had made it quite clear to all three that the first one to front up with the asking price, or near to it, and was ready to sign would be the successful buyer. Debbie had been told she could expect to end up with approximately $2.3 million after settlement. Further, her attorney had reported making good progress in restoring her identity to Debbie Nelson. CHAPTER 3 In great excitement Carrie told Frank about Debbie's job offer and because of his unsurprised reaction she charged, "You knew." "Yeah Nick told me three days ago, told me confidentially." "You beast. You could have told me." "Darling, if I breached Nick's trust in me I would expect him to never trust me again." "So?" "Oh come on. Although we have not discussed it I trust you not to become involved with another man so long as you and I are in a relationship." "Well I can understand that, I think. You feel the need to trust me." "God Carrie. Can't you see it? You don't steal from the bank where you work because you perceive you have a duty of fidelity." "Yes of course. The bank trusts me not to steal its money. But it has internal security system in place just in case I become a rogue." "Are you likely to do that?" "No because I have a responsibility to my employer. We call it fiduciary accountability and I understand what my obligations and duties are. We are periodically reminded of them." "Do you not accept in your personal life you are still bound by fiduciary accountability even though it's never discussed?" "It has never been discussed. Had it been discussed I would have been aware of such expectations." "Are you aware of moral standards and aware of the meaning of ethical behavior?" "Well yes, I do work in a bank." "What about in your personal behavior? "Well we girls had a tough upbringing and Debbie and I under her influence adopted the secret code that for us anything goes but I suppose in our minds there always was a barrier beyond which we'd not go, such as stealing money from our parents or denting dad's car and not telling him." "So you were aware of morality and the demands of ethical behavior?" "Yes of course. Well more or less." "God and you work in a bank." "Well instead of having sex why don't we sit down and you go through the standards you think I need to apply at all times to satisfy you. I want you to be very happy about your relationship with me." "Um rather that missing sex, what say we concentrate on sex and do that morality appraisal at some later date?" "Okay. I'd rather have sex than a lecture tonight but we must have that discussion. You are free to deepen my awareness about um, personal morality and my commitment to ethical behavior." "Yeah right. Get your top off and show me those tits." * * * The following Saturday afternoon Carrie arrived at Frank's apartment to cook dinner. Frank had invited two other couples to dinner and he helped Carrie. They worked as a team and she told him yet again it was a lovely apartment, that he should buy it. She'd first visited it three weeks earlier and immediately felt at home. Frank's sister was an interior designer and had it redecorated and then refurnished for him. "As I said before an economic downturn is not a great time to take out a big loan." "Are you going to marry me Frank?" "What?" he said, stalling. "You heard." "Are you proposing?" "You are too conservative for me to try that and get away with it. Are you ready to answer?" "Yes, I will marry you. When?" "If you commit to marry me I'll give you the additional money you require to buy this apartment. There will be no need to repay me." "Are you crazy? I need heaps of money. Apartments of this quality in this location cost big money." "How much Frank." "Three months ago I was told a price that left me just under $880,000 short." Carried smiled. "Then no problem. My deceased husband's father is an insurance company executive and when his son became engaged to me he gave him an insurance policy for $1.5 million paid up for five years so that if anything happened to his son I and any children we had in that time would be taken care of financially. The insurance was paid out a month ago." "Good god. Well give me the money I need as a properly registered first mortgage and then you'll have that loan secured in case something happens and we don't marry. I shall pay you market interest less 1%." "Okay providing interest payments cease from the day we are married." They sealed their agreement with a kiss. * * * Carrie and Frank were married a month after Debbie and Rick's wedding. In the ten months since Debbie had arrived in the city she'd been promoted to head of marketing and had a seat on the seven-member management board. Rick's family believed they'd never seem Rick so happy in years and the full-on Debbie was accredited for uplifting Rick's spirit and giving him a greater passion for life. Carrie had lost her job when her bank merged with a bigger bank and job redundancies followed. She had her finances rearranged and they each put in $600,000 towards the purchase of their apartment and took out a small mortgage. Frank had invested the $2.45 million Carrie had received after her former house sold at a higher than expected price. She new life had really turned round for her and she should take maximum advantage. "I'm sorry you have been declared redundant," Frank told Carrie. "It must be demeaning to be told by top management you are no longer wanted." "Yes but I was over it within five minutes, accepting it happens and has always happened to a lot of people." "What kind of job will you seek?" "I had decided to hang around the house darling and want you home for lunch. For several reasons this is the optimum time in my life to become pregnant so you are invited to bang me as much as you wish, including lunchtimes. I went off the pill today so in a few weeks I should be primed for pregnancy." Frank licked his lips. "As much as I wish you said?" "Oh Frankie, what a disgusting leer." THE END