LLP-209 Walo's Mistress by Jon Reskind


Chapter 1


Lynn Carter had hoped to book a flight on a 747, but had decided not to
wait until the following day just to satisfy a whim. The 707 was quite
adequate in luxury and she certainly hadn't counted on getting an entire
row of empty seats all to herself. Anyway, the whole thing was that she
get to her darling, her handsome, sorely missed husband as soon as
possible, and flight 641 to Los Angeles International Airport has
provided that six hour transition from Bratham, Massachusetts.

She recalled that she'd smiled to herself as she gazed out the window at
nothing but blue atmosphere and fluffy white clouds, smiled at the
time-passing thought of what the two GIs were probably thinking just
behind her. The empty seat to her right was going to make for some
amusing and pleasant situations she'd decided, and it had. After all,
she'd hardly resembled a wife of four years with her long blond hair and
the way she was dressed ... fashionable from the leggy, mini-suit
standpoint and the fact that she was traveling solo. Who would ever
guess that she was carrying six packets of ten one-thousand dollar bills
in her purse ... not a bulky arrangement, and snugly squeezed between
herself and the inside arm of her seat? Sixty thousand dollars, the
final settlement once the insurance company had decided that Earl Carter
had truly and accidentally drowned at sea while on a fishing holiday. Of
course, his body had never been found, how could it have been, when he
was waiting for her right at that moment in California?

Two years ... two long, lonesome and empty years ... well, at least
nearly that long before the insurance company had settled. Naturally,
she'd had to have some innocent diversion; she was, after all, only
twenty-two ... and not the slightest bit in the dark regarding her
physical attraction. Even so, she'd been extremely careful, never going
anywhere without Nick, her half-brother, whom Earl had yet to meet, and
the only living relative she had in the world. Truly, Nick had been
super to her ... but a straight girl hardly found much enjoyment in the
places a gay escort preferred to take her, which had been, perhaps, just
as well. The brother-sister thing had helped to allay any suspicions
during the long insurance investigation.

Both her waking and dreaming hours had been constantly occupied with
Earl anyway, her lover-husband who had finally made her see that it was
the only way they could ever get a start; but for months she had fought
him over the wicked idea ... until he had eventually made her realize
that accountants were to be had at ten cents the gross ... and she
remembered how he had influenced her with his warm kisses and passionate
lovemaking each night ... remembered as the young GI sat down in the
empty seat beside her smiling openly and explaining how he was just back
from twenty-eight months in Germany and was going home to Los Angeles.
Later, the other, his buddy, had been a bit more aggressive, but it'd
been the salesman from Newark who had the line, Lynn recalled.

He'd been a smooth one all right, and she had drunk with him ... two
cocktails while listening to his plight concerning his frigid wife.



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