AB-5592 First Time In The Behind by Ron Taylor


Chapter 1


"Goddamn it to hell!" Nicole Patterson cried, pounding her fist on the 
desk top. She picked up the glossy black and white photos and started 
ripping them to pieces.

"You knew, going into it, that it might come to something like this," 
Bill Archer said. "If you hadn't been suspicious, you'd never have 
hired me in the first place."

"I know," Nicole said, dropping the torn pictures. She stared at the 
VCR. The urge was strong within her to yank the tape out of the machine 
and stomp it with her heels. "It's not you, and it's not the pictures. 
I'm just fantasizing that I'm doing this to Roger. The son of a bitch!"

She couldn't believe that she was actually in a detective's office, 
that she had just seen photograph and videotape evidence her husband 
was cheating on her. She couldn't believe she had hired the detective 
to get the evidence in the first place. She'd been positive, in the 
back of her mind, that there was some other explanation for Roger's 
behavior. Even if she couldn't imagine what it might be. Even if she 
had, honestly, always supposed that he was fucking someone else.

"Who is she?" Nicole asked. "Who is the slut?"

"Her name is Becky O'Hara," the detective said, taking a folder from 
his desk. "This is the profile. She works in a law office. They handle 
some of the business relating to your father's estate, and I suppose 
that's how Mr. Patterson first met her. Apparently they've been 
meeting, mostly at her apartment, sometimes at other places, for about 
six months."

Nicole picked up one of the torn photos. The tramp was attractive 
enough, she supposed, though it was hard to tell. In the picture she 
had a mouthful of Roger's cock and she was sucking it with firm 
concentration, her eyes closed, her lips stretched by the thick hard 
prick that was shoved between them.

The video had been even worse. Nicole's detective had gotten into Becky 
O'Hara's apartment and set up a camera. The result had been a half-hour 
tape starring Nicole's husband and his red-headed slut.

Nicole's eyes filled with tears. She felt betrayed and insulted.

"He's not getting away with it, you know," she said, fumbling for a 
tissue. "The money's mine. I just hope he and his red-haired tart can 
get by on what she makes as a law office receptionist. You do have 
duplicates of these?"

She indicated the torn photos.

He nodded. "That's the normal reaction. Most women tear up the 
pictures. I can have more when you need them."


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