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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

RACHEL 13

RACHEL 13 [part 13 of 15]
By: kinkdude (yorkie54@hotmail.co.uk)

My dream seemed so real. A woman had her lips around my cock and was sucking me, slowly sliding my cock between her lips and as I reached out and touched a head. The feeling made the dream more lifelike and my eyes opened I saw it wasn't a dream for Rachel was laid on her chest with her head between my legs as she sucked my cock. Realising what was happening I kept hold of her head, pressing it tight against my groin when she took my manhood into her mouth. I could feel it slide between her tonsils as it slid into her throat and she gagged at first but soon adjusted her throat to its invasion. I felt my scrotal sack tighten and knew I was near cumming and Rachel must have sensed it too as she held her head back while still sucking my cock and then with a long low moan, I came as my cum erupted from my cock with jet after jet of it filling Rachel's mouth. She held her breath as her mouth filled with the leaden, salty tasting liquid and when I'd finished she slid her body up mine and kissed me, allowing my cum to flow into my mouth; I swallowed some as I rolled her over while still kissing, passing the remaining cum back into her mouth.

"Good morning my young lover; did you enjoy your wake up call"? Rachel asked

"That's the best one I've had yet", I replied as I wiped her mouth clean of remaining seminal fluid. Rachel licked my finger clean.

I have to shower Rachel told me as she rose from the bed and as she turned on the shower I went downstairs to prepare breakfast. Fifteen minutes later a naked Rachel walked into the kitchen with wisps of steam rising from her body.

"It's a shame you have to go into work today", I said.

"Sorry lover boy, but I have to. You'll just have to wait until tonight to have me again", replied Rachel.

With that she took a cup of coffee and returned to the bedroom to dress and when she returned downstairs fully dressed, we kissed before leaving the house for me to drive her to work. Traffic was light that morning and we arrived at Rachel's office early, giving us a few minutes extra. She kissed me, hard and long before opening the car door and exiting. Before she closed it, she leaned her head inside and spoke.

"Think about me today lover; I'm totally naked beneath this dress".

The door closed and she walked into the building. I watched her as my cock grew hard and despite my best efforts at not trying to picture her at work with only a thin dress covering her body it stayed hard and by midday I could go longer and was halfway through wanking myself in the kitchen when the phone rang. Having a good idea who it would be, I went into the hall and answered it; my left hand still stroking his cock.

"Hello".

"Hello Phil. It's Rachel".

"Rachel. Hi".

"I'm not disturbing anything am I"? She asked. I assumed she'd noticed the tone of my voice.

"Nothing my left hand can't take care of", I replied with a laugh.

"Are you doing it now"? She asked

"Yes. What about you"? I asked

"I'm going to lunch sooooon".

"Are you ok Rachel"?

"Yeeeessss, I'm just copyyyiiing you. OOOOHHH shit; that's better".

"Have you just cum"? I asked as my hand moved faster.

"Yes", she replied slightly breathless. It was too much and my cock twitched as strands of cum jetted from it in long arcs; each one landing on the carpet. When I told her I'd just done the same, Rachel laughed as she told me not to miss any when I cleaned up.

"Is that all you wanted to say"? I asked.

"No; Amanda wants a replay of the other night and I'm not sure what to do about it".

"Can you get her to put it off until the weekend and invite her here? I've had an idea as to what we can do to her". I answered.

"I'll try, but what if she keeps asking"?

"Just tell her she'll have to wait until Friday. Tell her that I'm having a barbie on Saturday and that's she's invited. Tell her there'll be a few guys as well. Oh and by the way, tell her its guys in shorts and girls in bikinis".

"This is news to me. When did you think this up"?

"Just now and it's perfect. Believe me when I say the guys I'm inviting will give her a good time and when they've done with her she'll be a different person".

"OK; I'll see what I can do. By the way, do I have to wear a bikini as well"?

"Of course you do. It wouldn't be fair otherwise; besides if you don't she'll realise she's been set up".

"I see what you mean. OK Phil; I'll see what I can do. Are you meeting me from work"?

"Yes".

"See you later then; bye". I heard the click as the receiver was put down.

I met Rachel after work as arranged. We kissed and walked to where I'd parked my car.

"She's bought it; she's coming over Friday after work and looking forward to meeting your friends", she said as she closed the car door

"Not half as much as they're looking forward to meeting her", I said with a grin. "Oh, I've brought something for you".

"What is it"? She asked as I passed her a plain white paper bag.

She opened it and saw it was the love balls we'd bought earlier in the week. She smiled as she removed them, and despite the public place where my car was, she pulled her dress up, opened her legs and slid them one by one into her wet pussy; leaving just the string running through them free. I could hardly believe what I saw and once they were in place she calmly pulled her dress back down.

"Take me home Phil; I need that cock of yours inside me".

The traffic was heavy on the journey home and Rachel was becoming frustrated; she could feel the weighted metal balls inside her pussy moving as both she and the car moved and asked if she could play with herself as I drove, but I told her no as I wanted her as turned on as possible when we arrived home. Finally we arrived at my home and Rachel as usual led the way. At the door I passed her the key and as she turned it in the lock I slid down the zipper which held her dress closed and as it opened she dropped her arms to her sides to allow it to fall to the floor before walking into the house naked; except for her shoes and stockings. I bent down picked up the dress as she entered the house, knowing that anyone walking past would have seen the rear of her naked body as she walked into the house.

As the door closed behind us, I threw her dress onto the floor, took her into my arms and kissed her with my tongue parting her lips and running along her teeth as my hands slid down her body and grasped her buttocks, sliding between them and feeling her juices as they ran from her ball filled pussy. I led her into the kitchen, knowing the balls would still be massaging her vaginal walls as she walked and when she asked again to take them out I told her no. I led by the hand and stood her before the table where she immediately leaned forward and rested her hands on the table's top.

I knelt behind her and began kissing her buttocks before running my tongue along the cleft between them and Rachel's breathing increased as she realised was about to happen because I was now running my tongue around her anal opening, gently probing as I licked and lubricated her with saliva. Then I stood and slowly parted her cheeks and as I did so, she must have felt my hardness nudging at her anal opening because she groaned and pushed her pelvis backwards and as she was pressing against me she slowly relaxed and inch by inch I slid inside her, listening as she groaned at every thrust until she'd taken my length up her rectal passage where I could feel the balls in her pussy rubbing against my cock through the thin membrane separating them.

"Ohhhhhh Phil, fuck me, fuck my arse. Fuck it Phil", Rachel said in between breaths as my fucking sped up.

"I take it you like your arse being fucked while your pussy's full".

Rachel could only moan in answer and I knew her arousal was growing ever higher. I could sense it and began taunting her as I fucked her.

"Do you like it slut? Do you"?

"Oh yes. Fuck my slut arse Phil. I need to feel you fuck me. I want you to fill my slut's arse with your hot cum. Cum for me my lover. Cum for me Phil. Fill me with your cum".

That was all it took to take me over the edge and I thrust into her twice more before feeling my scrotum tighten as my orgasm built inside me and I was pounding into my lover's anal canal with ever growing vigour as long slow thrusts had turned into frantic short ones and our bodies were slapping as they made contact with every thrust as Rachel was screaming; begging me not to stop; begging me to fill her arse with cum.

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCK"! I shouted as hot cum exploded from my cock, going deep into Rachel's bowels as I collapsed over her, resting my body on her back with sweat erupting from my forehead and my chest rising and falling rapidly. My head was resting on her shoulder and I saw her knuckles had turned white and guessed she'd been grasping the table hard to stop her and me ending up in a heap on the floor

My cock wilted inside Rachel and slid from her, allowing my cum to leak from her wide open anal entrance and mixed with her pussy juice which was running in a stream down her legs. I knelt behind her, slowly pulled the love balls from her pussy and licked our joint fluids from her legs.

"Rachel, you make me so horny. All I have to do is look at you and my cock grows".

"Why thank you Phil. That's so sweet", Rachel answered. "But I'm starving, so can we eat before I wilt".

"Sure. Sorry. What would you like to eat"?

"Apart from that cock of yours I don't know. Oh I do. Just order a couple of pizzas".

"Two pizzas, coming up". As I phoned the pizza restaurant Rachel walked past me on her way I presumed to the bathroom and I ran my hand over her buttocks.

"Later young man, later. You've just had that hole. The other one needs filling as well", she said laughing.

Thirty five minutes later and wearing only a towel Rachel took delivery of two pizzas while I watched from the top of the stairs. As she held her hands out to take the pizzas from the delivery guy the towel unravelled and fell to the floor. I could imagine the guy's face as he was confronted with a naked woman on the doorstep. Poor bastard; I bet no one believes him when he tells them.

"You are such a tease", I said as I walked down the stairs.

"You should have seen the poor lad's face. It was a picture. I made his day though; he walked away with a bulge in his trousers".

We both laughed as we sat on the patio and ate our food.

"What have you got planned for the weekend"? Rachel asked as she bit into a slice of pizza.

"Friday evening we have Miss Prentice over here and between us we use her for our pleasure".

"You mean both of us are going to fuck her"

"Yes. You get her first; then me; then both of us together. But first I need to know if you'd be ok with being filmed while you're fucking her".

"I....I suppose so. But what if someone got hold of the tape"?

"No one will. Not that one anyway. That ones ours".

"What do mean that ones ours? There'll be others"? I could see a worried look on her face as she spoke.

"Don't worry we won't be on it. The only face that will be visible will be hers as she gets gang fucked by my friends".

"But what if she cries rape after"?

"Who'll believe her? She's going to be dressed in a bikini in the company of six or seven young men and egging them on. No, she won't cry rape".

"How do you know she'll egg them on"?

"Let's just say I know she will".

My cock was now hard and twitching as this conversation was turning me on and I looked at Rachel as she ate her last slice of pizza, my eyes drifting down to her breasts. I stood and walked behind her, taking her firm breasts in my hands; she turned and looked at me.

"Take me to bed Phil. Take me to bed and fuck my pussy".

I took her hand and led her inside and once there, she led the way as usual, climbing the stairs with great speed and as we flopped on my bed our mouths met and locked together with our tongues dancing in each others mouth as we breathed heavily through our noses. I broke from our kissing and began placing light kisses on her face and neck, moving round to her left ear and gently blew in it, touching it lightly with my tongue. Her body shivered slightly and she let out a moan as her head twisted away from me, so I repeated what I'd just done with her right ear with the same result. I moved my head down onto her right shoulder, letting my lips gently graze her skin and as I went across the top of her chest, my tongue left a damp trail as I orally caressed her skin and all the while her moaning became more pronounced and her chest rose and fell with increased rapidity. I was now caressing the soft fleshy mound of her left breast, carefully avoiding her nipple as my tongue lapped at her soft skin as my right hand caressed her midriff.

"Oh Phil that's sooooo niiice", she moaned as I moved my head and began paying attention to her right breast.

As I moved my head I saw both her nipples were erect and standing well proud of her body and knowing how sensitive they would be I avoided them as I caressed the soft flesh of her breast with my tongue. She tried to move her arms but I told her not to and looking her in the eye as I smiled down at her, my right index finger made contact with her right nipple. Her back arched as she cried out when I touched its sensitive tip and not stopping to allow her respite I continued caressing her body with my lips covering practically every inch of her abdomen until I was eventually kissing her pubic mound.

I could smell her pussy juice as I kissed her mound and when I ran a finger along her slit it was immediately covered in her juices as they were running freely from her again and she gasped as my finger made contact with her. She was now breathing and moaning heavily as her arousal obviously grew and beads of sweat broke from her pores, giving her a glistening sheen. I moved my head down slightly and stuck out my tongue and as I parted her pussy lips I leaned closer to her, touching her clitoris with my tongue. She came instantly, sitting up as her orgasm flooded through her and her hands held my head in place as she cried out and shook with the ecstasy of it.

"Lick me you bastard. Lick my fucking pussy. I want your fucking tongue in my cunt. Lick it you bastard", she panted in between breaths.

Her choice of words surprised me at first, but after the initial shock I was soon hard at work with my tongue fucking her sopping wet pussy as I held it open with my fingers while probing as deep as I could inside it. Her pussy juices flowed into my open mouth, making me breathe through my nose while I held my head still as my mouth slowly filled with her liquid. When it was full I rose and held my head closely above hers and she must have realised my intention for as she opened her mouth wide I opened mine slightly and watched as her pussy juice fell like a small waterfall into her mouth. Once it was full, she held her mouth open so I could see it disappear as she swallowed.

We kissed with my juice coated face rubbing against hers. I rolled over her and she immediately parted her legs, allowing my body to slide between them and as we continued kissed I slid my cock over her pubic mound, across her clitoris and slowly into her vaginal opening. She murmured as I entered her and stopped.

"Oh fuck me Phil. Fuck me gently; don't rush. Let me feel you slide in and out of me", she begged.

I kissed her as I did her bidding. I took her by the ankles and lifted them, resting them on my shoulders, giving me better entry to her pussy while she moaned and pleaded for me not to stop. I wasn't going to turn her down and now had her legs pressed right back so that she was doubled up with her toes touching the bed and her head between her open legs which forced her pussy forward, enabling me to go deeper inside her. I kissed her as I made love to her for this is what this was. It wasn't just fucking, it was slow and tender was tender, just what both of us needed right then and we kissed gently as my cock slid in and out of her excessively wet pussy. I could feel her juices dribble down over my scrotal sack. We continued slowly making love until she asked me to go faster and I knew then that she was nearing orgasm and duly sped up, her juices splashing over us when our sweat covered bodies slapped together. I looked at her and saw her eyes were closed and sweat ran freely down her face; her hair was wet through with it and stuck flat to head.

"OH PHIL...........OOOOOHHHHH...GODDDDDDDDD...OOOOOHHHHHPHIIIIIL! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!

She was screaming louder than I'd ever heard her before as she came and it must have been a big one for her body shook violently while her back arched and her head rolled from side to side as she cried out. I continued fucking her, making her orgasm last even longer and then as hers abated I felt the usual stirrings inside me and felt my seminal fluids running through my tubes and then my scrotum tightened and shrank and I was now uncontrollably pounding into her as she urged me on, telling me to fill her pussy with my cum. Then it happened, as with a cry like a banshee I came, feeling my cum erupt from my cock and go deep into her; jet after jet of it going into her; it was hot as well and burnt slightly as it left my body. Sweat was pouring from every pore on my body and what ran down my face dripped onto Rachel's, mixing with her own sweat. Eventually my orgasm died and breathlessly I fell on top of Rachel before rolling to her side.

"Oh Phil. That was wonderful. It was so tender. Do you mind if I say something"?

"Of course I don't. Say what you like my lover", I answered breathlessly.

"I love Phil. I love you", she said as she began to cry and her arms held me close. I didn't reply, but just kissed gently on the mouth. I now knew she was mine.

©2008-01-13 kinkdude@hotmail.co.uk

Lena, just a kiss

Lena, just a kiss
By: Ace (storyace@hotmail.com)

Just a kiss, Lena;

So I like to flirt; sometimes it gets me in trouble. I don't worry too much about trouble because I'm a girl who can take care of myself.

I flirt with men I know, men who know I'm in a relationship and that I don't fool around. My best friends are guys that I can smile at, have a little hug and even a kiss with, but who know that's as far as it goes.

But I got myself into a tight spot a few months ago;

I run a bar that closes at midnight, and I went out to another club with a girlfriend afterwards.

It was run by a guy I know slightly, a bit of a goon. Attractive though.

He was hot for me, which I really get off on.

I'm not really a beauty; I'm a bit short and round. I have big tits though. I dress well, and look after myself. I'm 38, I've had 2 kids [who live with their dad], but guys don't seem to mind. When I smile, they smile back. If I give them a look, they return it. It makes me feel good. Anyway, we had a couple of drinks and went to Gino's club. Gino threw his arms around me and gave me a big hug when he saw me, he kissed me too. I kissed him back; it was naughty and fun.

"So where's your husband this evening?" he asked, "And who's your lovely friend?"

"This is Karen, and she's a married woman so don't get any ideas." I said as he reluctantly let go of me.

"Come into the back!" he said, noting that we had no guys with us.

We had a couple of more drinks, watching the dance floor through the half-mirrored glass.

Gino sat close to me and put a hand on my thigh, leaning close. He started to tell me a story about another club owner we knew, having an affair with an employee. As I giggled and flirted, his hand moved to the small of my back, slipping it under my shirt. Karen was watching the action through the window.

Gino kissed my neck and nibbled my ear. I should have stopped him at that point, and everything would have been fine; but I was a little drunk, and I was having just a little bit too much fun.

I dress like a floozy, but I'm a successful businesswoman. I flirt like a schoolgirl, but I'm a mother in a solid relationship. Gino knew all that, and he was turned on.

Now Gino; like I said, a bit of a goon. Big connections in city hall, big club, big guy. He was older than me, but I found him really sexy. I was turned on too, and I got off on him making a fool out of himself for me. But of course, I was the fool this time.

I leaned back and he reached across me with his other hand, and without thinking I was kissing him again. But there was a difference; at the door, in public, my kiss was a greeting. A naughty flirtatious greeting, but excusable. Even if Dick had been there, I would have done the same, it's how I am, he knows that.

Here in his office, with no one there but my friend who was pretty out of it herself, I had no business kissing Gino.

But it sure was fun.

I love kissing; it's so sexy and exciting, yet harmless and safe. Everyone kisses; parents can kiss their kids, brothers can kiss their sisters, friends can kiss. They can kiss me any time.

Gino was exciting and dangerous, strong and powerful in more way than one. I surrendered to the moment, putting my arms around him and opening my mouth to his hot tongue as his hands stroked my face.

I sucked his tongue for a minute or two, and then suddenly realized that I was in deep water.

Gino could make a lot of trouble for me! His hands were on my tits, it was 2:00AM, my man was at home asleep.

I got up, making an excuse that I had to pee. Karen and I went into Gino's office toilet.

"What the fuck are you doing, are you nuts?!" Karen hissed. "He's a sixty year old Mafioso. Married too."

"I don't know, I just... don't know. You've got to help me get out of here." I said.

"He'll never leave you alone now." Karen said.

"I have to get out of here without... you know. Going any further." I said.

"He's got a hardon like a baseball bat." Karen said, "If he thinks you were just teasing him, he might get really pissed off. Why the hell were you kissing him like that?"

"I'm allowed to kiss." I protested, "But you know I don't cheat. Gino could really fuck me. You know, like get my permits pulled I mean."

"I know what you mean." She said. "What if you just blow him or something? That's not really sex, so it wouldn't be cheating on Dick."

"Would you do that?"

"I wouldn't have sucked his tongue." She retorted.

"Let's try to get out of here." I said, taking hold of the doorknob.

As we came out of the toilet, Gino was waiting. He grabbed me in his arms and his mouth was all over my face.

I was wearing a hot little dress that could barely hold my big tits and just covered my ass; four inch heels and patterned black stockings. My hair was freshly blond with highlights, and hanging down my back.

Gino was tall and lean in a tight silk shirt and casual trousers, towering over me, his short grey hair in my hands as his tongue poked at my mouth again. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my hips; Karen was right, he was a well hung man.

Karen was pretty; long legged and skinny, long auburn hair, and wearing a slinky stretch dress that showed it all off.

Karen was my best friend. We didn't hang out too much, since we're both busy most of the time, but I love that girl, she's a rock.

She got on her knees and fished out Gino's cock.

I had a deal with Dick; I could flirt, tease, flash a little leg or whatever. I could kiss our friends as much as I could get away with, but that was the boundary. As long as I stayed inside that frontier, we were cool.

Karen knew it. So she pulled out the big Italian sausage, and started to suck him.

Fuck, I couldn't believe it! He was huge, and my prissy straight friend was doing it to him, right there in his office. Her long hair was waving like a flag as she bobbed her pretty young face over that big old rod.

"Come baby." I whispered in his ear, "Right in my friend's mouth." And I pulled his face down and took his upper lip between my teeth.

He cried out and came; and kept coming for a while, too. He let go of me and took Karen's head in his hands, pushing the top four inches in and out of her face as he squirted her full of his gini goo.

We took a taxi home.

"Thanks." I said as I dropped her off.

"Just don't get me into that kind of trouble again." she said.

I kissed her; I don't kiss girls much, but this time I gave her a good one right on the mouth.

"Use some mouthwash before you get in bed with Jake." I told her. "Your mouth tastes like old booze and fresh come."

I really like Karen's old man, Jake. I felt a little bad about what had happened, even more so because actually, I'd been getting into some trouble with him too.

I resolved to keep my mouth closed at least, and keep flirty kisses down to a few seconds each.

I knew Jake a long time, since before I knew Karen or Dick. We even went out a couple of times, but nothing came of it. I knew why; I was fat at the time, really fat. I understood; he liked me, but some guys are just turned off by fat girls. And I knew he has a small cock. I liked him, but I like a big cock. Or Dick. Later, when I lost weight, he was with Karen. And soon after that I met Dick.

I love Dick. Let me say that again; I LOVE DICK. Seriously, he's my perfect man. He's rude, tough, clever, hard working, and the best fuck I've ever had. I mean, he's REALLY good in the sack. Or wherever.

I used to do it a lot, I had multiple partners [not in bed at once, although I would have liked to], lots of relationships. I was married twice, had kids, divorced. So I know what I'm talking about.

My whole family hated Dick; he was broke, useless, short, and as I said, rude. But I let him move in with me anyway. Now he's successful, but still rude. Few people like Dick, even now. Jake is one of the few. Jake is so cool.

When Dick is really rude, Jake has a good laugh and gets rude back. Jake's a handyman, Dick has a wholesale vegetable service.

When I got home from Gino's club, I was so horny I could've fucked a goat. Dick was asleep, it was 3:00AM and he had to be up at 5.

My job goes late, his starts early. We never had sex during the week, except when we were on vacation. We do it on weekends, usually all weekend. I couldn't wake him up, knowing he'd gone to sleep late. I took a shower and then sat on the sofa in my bathrobe. I spread my legs, and then took care of myself with a vibrator. I thought of Jake and Gino, both at once. Mmm.

When Jake and Karen came over, or when we went to their place, I got to kiss Jake.

At first, it was just a normal flirty kiss, like I give most of my friends. But since it's Jake, and he's cool, I'd just hold on a little longer, and kiss a little wetter.

And if Karen wasn't looking, it would just last a few seconds extra. A ?hello' or ?goodbye' kiss for most people would be about a second, 2 seconds would be flirty. We were at about 6. Think about that; count off 6 seconds. With my big tits pressed hard against my friend's boyfriend, with my lips on his mouth, with just a touch of secret tongue. Mmmm!

I wouldn't let off if Dick was watching, but if Karen was there we'd ease off to 3 or 4 seconds.

"Does it bother you when I kiss Jake?" I asked Dick as we went to bed that night.

"No, why?"

"You were staring at us, and I was getting a little flirty."

"Baby, that was more than flirty. That was more like ?spread me on the table and fuck my brains out'. It was hot."

"Wait a minute; you like it when I kiss other guys?"

"It makes me crazy to think other guys want to fuck you."

I kissed him as I pulled on his stiff cock. It didn't end a 6 seconds either. Or 60. Mmmm.

So I kissed Jake longer and longer. We invited them over just for that kiss; Jake would hesitate at the door as Karen went to the car. No one said anything, but he was into it too.

I sucked his lower lip into my mouth, he sucked my tongue, I pushed my thigh between his legs and felt his hard dick. Jake was a good kisser, he held me just right, not too tight but firmly. He put his hands on my ass and squeezed. I'm a little sensitive about my ass, because I know it's a bit big, so I love it when a guy I'm kissing cops a feel.

Dick just stood there and watched from a decent distance.

Dick said "Hey Karen, kiss me baby." As she came to the door, and she gave him her little customary lip brush. Dick grinned like a cat who'd caught a female cat.

And as soon as Karen and Jake had reluctantly left, we were up stairs in a flurry of flying clothing, in the bed and at it.

Of course, Jake wasn't the only guy I was into kissing, but he was the only one I was really getting into. It seemed like harmless fun, just another of the many games and variations Dick and I got up to.

We did role play, light bondage, costumes. We did it in odd places, like in the woods or out on our balcony at night. So you see this little kiss thing seemed pretty lightweight to us.

I met Jake at the door, in a sheer black backless gown. I wanted to have his rough hands on my naked back.

"Where's Karen?" I asked him.

"She had to work late, she said she might make it later."

"Oh." I hesitated; without Karen, there was no one to stop us from going too far.

I opened my arms and Jake stepped forward. Mmmm...

He was hot and sexy against me, I could feel his stiff little dick in his trousers and his mouth was all mine. His hands on my back were warm and strong, and if I wasn't already spoken for, I would have taken him to bed for sure.

We kissed; delicious and long long kiss, hands on my ass and neck, my knee in his crotch, my big tits crushed against his chest. There was no Karen... "Hey where's Karen?" Dick asked, closing the door. I broke apart from Jake. "She might come later."

"She's not someplace coming now?" Dick asked with a stupid grin. "Sorry, that was rude. Come on in, kiss my wife again, I don't mind."

We didn't kiss again though. Until after dinner.

It was getting late; Jake tried Karen on her cell but she didn't pick up. "I guess she isn't coming." He said.

"Maybe she's coming, just not here." Dick said with his stupid grin again.

"Dick!" I protested.

"Right, sorry. Hey Jake, kiss my wife."

"I'm not your wife." I said.

"Same thing, common law baby." He said.

"See this hand? Has it got a rock on it?" I asked, waving my left hand at them.

"Hey baby, give me time all right? Jake, give her a kiss and get her off my case will you?" Dick said.

"Yeah, come over here." I said, patting the couch next to me.

"Really?" Jake said doubtfully.

"Go on." Dick said. "I have to check my mail in case there's any late orders."

It was Sunday night, my night off, but Dick had to deliver in the morning.

Dick came back in a couple of minutes later. I was half lying down, Jake was half on top of me, tongue in my throat. I'd pulled his shirt up and my hand was up his back. My dress was up around my hips and I had one leg around his ass.

"Shit." Dick said. "You two will burn the house down. Alright, listen; nothing below the belt. Like boxing, you do what you like, but above the belt."

Jake broke away and sat back.

"This is a little weird." He said.

"Come on, you like it." Dick said.

"Well yeah, but it's weird." Jake said.

"You kiss my wi... my old la... my girlfriend. You can even play with her tits. She's got better tits than your girlfriend man! And then you go home and make Karen come five times, you know what I mean?"

While he was talking, I pulled the strap of the gown over my head and let it down. I was wearing a heavy bra, and I took that off and let the puppies out.

"Kiss my tits!" I declared.

Jake buried his curly head between my boobs, taking one in each hand and pushing them against his face. He inhaled deeply through his nose, like a tit-scent connoisseur. I stroked his neck and back as he sucked on my nipples and nuzzled me like a cute pet. I grinned at Dick, and he grinned back. We were going to have a great night together after Jake went home to Karen.

Jake kissed my throat and nibbled my ears as I pulled his shirt off. We embraced, stroking each other's backs as our chests squeezed together. It was hot; Mmmm...

After an hour or so, Dick had enough.

"You better go home to your wife, Jake; or call her up and tell her I'm coming instead, and I'm going to..."

"Dick!" I interrupted.

"I wasn't going to say anything rude. I was going to say I'd go over and make Karen a cup of tea, you know."

"Yeah, sure you were."

Jake and his hardon left, and I was flat on my back with my legs in the air 5 seconds later, with Dick's dick in my well doing what Dick does so fucking well.

I was just getting up the next morning when Dick came home from delivering.

"Hey Lena, you'll never guess what I heard from Gino's cook."

"Which one?"

As well as the club, Gino had a couple of restaurants.

"At the club. He told me your friend was there last night, looking hot. Tall and skinny with long hair, it must have been Karen. She fucked Gino in his office."

"How does the cook know what went on in the office?"

"You think I'm the only rude guy in town? He said Gino told him she fucks like a whore and comes like a virgin."

"Holy shit."

"What do we tell Jake?"

"Are you nuts? We can't tell Jake! This is all my fault!"

"How's that? She was doing it with Gino last night, so it couldn't have had anything to do with you playing with Jake."

"All that flirty kissing." I said. I didn't want to admit that I'd gotten in trouble with Karen at Gino's two weeks before.

I called Karen right away.

"You slut! You were at Gino's last night." I said. "Can you talk?"

"Yes; but I'm not sure I want to. Who told you?"

"It's a small town baby, word travels fast."

Dick lay down next to me on the bed and put his hand on my crotch, tickling me with his finger through my panties.

"I just stopped by to say hello." She said.

I was worried she might say something about what had happened between Gino and me with Dick listening, so I pushed Dick's head down between my legs. It's his favorite eating spot, and he can't hear a thing when I clamp my thighs around his ears.

"I heard you did more than that sweetheart." I told her as Dick got to it. "I heard you got down and dirty in his office. What's the story?"

"I don't know, I just felt like stopping in for a drink, and one thing led to another."

I opened my legs so Dick could hear my side of the conversation.

"Yeah, right. Here's what I think happened; You were itchy between your legs all day, you couldn't stop thinking of him. A bit thuggish, a bit rough, a bit older, a big cock. We've all been there darling. Was he good?"

"Really good."

"Did he spread you out on his Mahogany desk?"

"Yes."

"Lick your pussy?"

"Lena!"

"Did he?"

"Yes."

"Then he slid that big rod right up in there?"

"You sound like Dick!"

"Talk to me, what was it like?"

"Well... it was awesome! I felt terrible about cheating on Jake, but at the same time, that huge cock... wow! I've never even imagined a feeling like that."

Dick's tongue in my pussy combined with Karen's story in my ear was starting to do it to me.

"But the man is old enough to be your daddy!" I said, as much to Dick as to Karen.

"Granddaddy even, who cares?" Karen said, "I don't want to marry him. I tell you Lena, I had three orgasms! It was completely wicked."

"He had staying power?"

"He was amazing! He went on and on, and he's a good kisser too, of course you know that."

"So are you going back for more?"

"I don't know."

"Are you nuts? Jake is a great guy, Karen! Are you really going to throw away a good relationship for a few quickies across a desk?"

"He has a cot in the back. And I wouldn't say it was a quickie, either... he did it to me for a half an hour! With that big cock!"

"Okay, okay, get your fingers out of your crotch and try to think straight. Gino's rich, tough, and well hung. He's also old, arrogant, and married."

"I don't want to leave Jake, Lena. I just want to fool around a little. You know what that's like, don't you?"

Shit! Did she know about me fooling around with Jake??

"I flirt Karen, but that's all. I don't cheat, it isn't worth it. You end up losing a good guy for a moment's passion. Believe me, I know."

"I guess I just don't have your will power Lena. Once I'd had that cock in my mouth, I had to have it all the way."

"I get that, but don't forget that there's a nasty old Italian man attached to the other end of it. Baby, I have to go. We'll talk later, all right?"

"She fucked him? She told you?" Dick said as I put the phone down.

"Three times."

"I'm gonna do you four times!" he said, pulling off his pants.

Actually, it was five at least; but that's Dick for you. Mmmm

The next night Karen dragged me to Gino's.

"I need you to cover for me." She said.

"I don't want to get involved." I protested, "I don't want to lie to Jake either."

"Don't give me that crap, you were the one who started this, secrets and all." She countered.

We went into Gino's office and Karen was in his arms like a schoolgirl, starting with a big wet open mouther that even I found a bit much. Gino wrapped his hands around her tight little butt, swinging her right off her feet. She held him tight around the neck and held the kiss.

Oh damn, I thought; Jake's had it.

Then Gino let go of Karen and opened his arms to me for a hug. Well, I couldn't really refuse, could I?

He was a smooth bastard; he smelled good too. And his mouth tasted of lobster or something. His body was lean and strong against my big breasts, and I could feel that big hot Italian sausage against my thigh.

I broke away from him, feeling hot and bothered. I wanted to get out of there and go home to Dick. I love Dick, I didn't love Gino. I did like feeling his sausage against my thigh though. It's flattering to know a guy is hot for me, especially at my age you know. But that doesn't mean I want to go all the way. I don't cheat.

"Nice sofa." I commented.

"Have a seat, it's real comfortable." Gino said, "Looks good in here don't you think? Italian leather, my cousin got for me wholesale." Gino poured us each a shot of cognac. He stood behind Karen and massaged her shoulders and launched into a hilarious story about the mayor's wife getting it off with her gardener.

He moved over and massaged my shoulders for a little while; I really like it when a guy I like does that, because it's sexy and flirtatious, and my shoulders are usually sore in the evening from carrying the weight of my boobs all day. Gino, that old ginni bastard, had nice hands; strong but sensitive. I realized that the sofa was placed away from the wall for a reason.

He poured us some more cognac and still talking, went back to Karen, bending down to kiss her neck and fondle her tits.

He kept talking, kept us laughing, as he came around and sat between us, putting an arm around each of us, but pulling Karen close.

She curled over him, one knee on his lap and her hands around his neck, nuzzling him as he went on about a lady restaurant owner we both knew who supposedly blew the health inspector every month, because no matter how hard she tried, she could never get rid of the last cockroach in the kitchen.

"Of course he brings the cockroach with him!" Gino laughed, pausing to kiss Karen.

They went at it for a minute, Gino squeezing my shoulder as he made out with my friend. That cognac was pretty strong I realized, I was pretty buzzed.

It was rude of Karen to make out with him as if I wasn't even there, so I kissed Gino again; why should she have all the fun?

Mmmm; it was nasty. Then I noticed Karen had her head in his lap, and she was fumbling with his pants. Well, we'd all been here before.

Gino relaxed, leaning against me as Karen started to suck his big cock. He looked at me, deep into my eyes and smiled sadly. He put his hands over Karen's ears, and said; "You turn me on baby."

"Why?" I asked; "Karen is much better looking, and young too. And she sucks cock."

"Because you have chutzpa. You're sexy, confident. If the shit hits the fan, you're the one I want covering my back. Look at her; she doesn't know what she's doing here. She thinks it's just a laugh, a little fun with Gino, harmless. You know better, Lena. You're smart, that's why you turn me on."

He kissed me again, and I had a vision; I was Gino's girl, in charge of a huge club. No more trouble from the local counsel, my bouncers all toeing the line.

I'd get serviced by that big dick every night, I'd be the toast of the town.

Gino laid his head in my lap as Karen hitched up her skirt [it was short enough to not need much hitching] and slid herself over his rod. He looked up at me and grinned as I held his head in my hands and Karen began to ride him, one foot on the floor and her other knee on the sofa. I had no idea she was such a nasty girl.

Gino reached up and pulled the top of my dress to one side, letting my left tit out. Well, Dick had let Jake play with my tits, so it was kind of allowed now I thought to myself. I leaned forward just a little, so he could suck on me.

Some girls don't like it much, for some it's neutral, but I love it when a man sucks my nipple. It sets off a nasty mommy thing [I did breast feed my kids], it makes me feel all hot and loving; I cradled his grey nasty head in my arms as he sucked hard, driving me a little nuts.

As Karen rode his cock and he sucked my tit, Gino reached around under my thigh, and he put his finger right on my clit. I closed my eyes as he tickled me, cradling his head as if he was my baby instead of the crooked old bastard he really was. It was wicked; so nasty, so depraved, so sexy. His finger went around my panties, and snuck into me. I should have stopped him, but I didn't. I don't cheat, I thought; is this cheating? I'm not fucking him, Karen is. Oh shit; I was coming.

It wasn't massive or anything, but I did come. God, it was hot! His finger in my pussy, his head in my arms, my nipple on his tonsils, his dick up Karen's twat...

Gino got up and fucked Karen without a condom over the sofa while I watched and fingered myself. My tits were both out, my legs were spread so he could watch me.

He grabbed her head and kissed her, then looked up at me with his hands still over her ears.

"I'm gonna come." He announced. "Inside your friend here. Does she want kids?"

"You can't do that!" I said, freaking out a little. Karen was pretty out of it, just lying there while Gino fucked her.

"Then open your mouth for me." He said.

What a bastard, I thought to myself. But I couldn't let him impregnate my stupid friend if I could help it; and I could. All I had to do was let him come in my mouth.

"All right." I told him.

He pulled his big quivering cock out of Karen, and stepped on the sofa to get to me. I opened wide and he stuck the end into my face, grabbing my head in his hands.

It was gross; he tasted of muff. I'm not into that; I tried it a couple of times back when I was still into experimentation, and I don't like it. I like cock, but the taste of pussy turns me right off.

Anyway, it was only for a second, because he started to come. I took his cock and balls in my hands and sucked; if I was going to do it, then I was going to do it good. I love sucking cock; that feeling of a guy coming in my mouth can't be beat. Dick likes to come in my pussy, which is great too, but I like it in the mouth best. The mouth is more sensitive; I can feel the intensity of each squirt, and taste it of course. I can suck out the last drop, work that cock for all it's worth. The more a guy comes, the better I like it. It isn't the stuff itself, it's the sexuality of it, knowing the guy is coming for me.

The problem is, for most guys, when he comes, it's over. That's why I love Dick.

Anyway, Gino pumped out a pretty respectable load, and I ate it. I like that too; again, it isn't the stuff itself, but that feeling of consuming a guy's sperm. Knowing he made it for sex, for desire, and I got to have it. Between the legs, it comes dribbling back out after a while, which is pretty disgusting. But down the throat, it's mine forever. Absorbed into my body, your baby juice is my meal.

When it was over, the three of us suddenly didn't have much to say to each other. I guess we were all thinking of our spouses.

When I got home, Dick was sleeping like a log. I looked down at him as I undressed; he was a simple guy, a hard worker, reliable, and a great fuck. I wasn't going to trade him away for a seedy affair with Gino.

"You watched him fuck her?" Dick screamed the next day when I told him [I didn't tell him that I did more than watch]. "Man that's hot! Did you get turned on?"

"A little." I admitted.

"By her or by him?" he asked, grabbing my ass and pulling me close. I didn't want to answer, so I stuck my tongue in his mouth and my hand down his pants.

A couple of hours later, we were through. I stroked his broad chest and rested my head on his shoulder. No one was better than Dick.

"What are we going to do about Gino and Karen?" he asked.

"What can we do?" I countered.

"They're our friends." He said, "You got to talk Karen out of this before Jake finds out."

"She's besotted with the old fucker." I said, "He almost knocked her up last night."

"Shit! He'll dump her in a few months. I know him."

"He's hot for me." I said.

"I know."

"I think he went for Karen because he couldn't have me." I said.

"That makes sense." Dick said. He's so sweet; he could think a guy could prefer an old bat like me to a hot young skinny girl like Karen. "Come on Lena, she's your friend; there must be some way to tell her this guy is no good for her."

"By the time she figures that out, it will be too late." I told him. "You know you Gino, how do we get him to let off?"

"That bastard? The only thing he respects is a deal."

"A deal? We don't have anything he needs."

"That's exactly what I mean. Forget about the Gino angle, you have to talk Karen out of it."

"Of course," I said, thinking out loud, "I have something he wants."

"Baby, you know I think you're the hottest, but Gino isn't going to swap Karen for you."

"For one night with me, he'd swear her off." I bragged.

"One night? Never. Okay, if you are going to be his woman, sleep in his bed and run his place for him. Otherwise, he's going to keep the girl." "You want to bet?" I challenged him.

"What, that he'll agree to dump Karen in return for sleeping with you once?"

"That's right. I'll just ask him; and if he agrees, you have to take me on vacation. Two weeks in a hotel with room service."

"And if he doesn't agree, you have to take me on vacation. A camper in the woods.

"We've been through this, you know I hate the woods!"

"I want to make love with you under the stars baby."

"Okay, it's a bet."

"Forget it! If Gino agreed, you'd have to really do it. You can't fuck around with guys like that, they get pissed off. Bets and deals they take seriously."

"Do you think I was born yesterday? I know that."

"You'd do that for Karen? That's the kind of friend you are?"

"Yeah, I'd do it for her and Jake."

"Baby, did I tell you I love you lately?"

"No."

"I love you lately."

Gino's eyes narrowed; "One night?"

"You know it won't last with Karen anyway. She's just a kid."

"That's true, but she's hot. I tell you what; a weekend in Las Vegas. You and me, penthouse suite, champagne, the works."

I love hotels. Especially first-class hotels; I can't afford them of course, but occasionally, if I get a special deal, I really adore a night in a first-class hotel. I know it's stupid, but it's true. And a suite, in Las Vegas! Glitz, glamour, sexy clothes and high heels. Sex in an expensive bed, on satin sheets, a big picture window with a view over the strip as we strip. I felt hot between my thighs, and answered with the wrong part of my anatomy.

"It's a deal." I said.

Dick was appalled.

"A weekend! A weekend with that bastard?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Of course I'm fucking jealous! That bastard is tall, rich, he's always dressed perfect, and he's got a big dick!"

"Oh come on, he's 60 years old. Who said he has a big dick?"

"Everyone knows that. Chicks are always going batty over Gino."

"Well I'm not a ?chick' any more darling. I'm not going to go batty over a guy just because he has a big dick."

"What about tall, rich, and suave?"

"Oh, we've added Suave? Sounds like you're hot for him."

"I can't believe you agreed to this. If it was any other guy, I'd go over there and fuck him up."

"Well darling, I'm afraid you can't this time. It's up to me."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Well, let's hope it's not quite that intense." I said, of course secretly hoping the opposite.

I felt bad for what I was doing to Dick. I regretted the whole thing, but there was no going back. Guys like Gino are too dangerous to offend.

He came in a limo to pick me up early Saturday morning. He put his arm around me as I slid into the dark leather interior.

"Good morning." He said, and pulled me tight for a kiss as the car pulled away.

Ah, the kiss; if it were only just a kiss we wanted to share...

I was hot for him. I admit it, I was. Sure, he was old; I didn't want to marry him, he'd be a fossil while I was still in party mode. But he still had some fire in him, and I was looking forward to playing with it. I'd committed myself to this, and since I couldn't take it back, I intended to enjoy it.

We flew business class, limo to the hotel, shot some craps before heading up to our suite. It was exciting; a break from my normal life, playing the Las Vegas glamour game for the weekend.

I was wearing a slick satin rose dress that showed off my round ass and big knockers, four inch pumps, and net stockings. I was hot white trash playing for cash, and it was a blast.

I won a hundred bucks and had a few drinks. We had lunch and went upstairs. I was feeling pretty raunchy.

Gino peeled my dress away, and unhooked my bra. He stood behind me and slid his hands across my belly, up to my shoulders, and back around to my tits. He lifted them and nibbled my ear.

I pushed away my guilt and concentrated on his hands, his dick, his teeth. I reached behind to squeeze his thing through his trousers.

We sat on the bed and kissed for a while. He took off his clothes and I pulled on his cock as he stroked my back and neck. Damn he was good!

I'd done it with a big cock guy once before, when I was eighteen or so. The guy was black too.

I liked the color thing, but I couldn't get off from the big cock. It hurt!

But now, after 20 years and 2 kids, I was ready for it. I wanted that big rod in my middle. It was fantastic in my hand; so big and stiff! On an old guy like Gino, too; somehow that made it more special. He was old and tough, healthy and strong, dangerous and sexy.

I didn't like sucking on it much though. I usually love to suck cock, but for sucking I like small ones better. I could only get a few of Gino's ten inches into my mouth, and it wasn't really comfortable. I did it anyway, because he liked it.

I got on my elbows and knees, pushing my ass up into the air. He kneeled behind me and put the tip against me.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Fuck yeah!" I said.

As he pushed into me, I thought how weird this was; I was a proud woman, I owned my own business, I had a house and a car, a boyfriend even. I was a mother with teenaged kids. And here I was, on my knees in a hotel room in Vegas, as an old Mafioso did it to me doggy style.

Wow, it felt good!

It filled me; for the first time since I'd given birth all those years ago, my pussy felt tight again. He worked it deeper, I could feel it inside myself. Strange and forbidden, powerful and hot, invading my body.

"Is it ok?" he asked.

"Keep going." I said.

He went deeper; I reached back between my legs for his balls as his hips hit my ass. I had the whole thing in me now, the whole salami. I thought I could feel it against my stomach, I think everything had had to shift around in there to make room for it. I pushed back against him, reveling in the fantastic fullness. He took my hipbones in his hands and started to give it to me in long even strokes.

I laughed and came as the old guy did his thing, sliding his rod in and out, bouncing me around the bed, feeling every sweet inch of him up my hungry middle.

I pushed back, meeting him halfway; I couldn't believe how long that thing was! It tickled my insides, filling and vacuuming me.

I pushed back and he rolled onto his back with me on top.

I like it on top; not all the time, but it's good for variety. I wanted to do the hip thing, but I'd promised Dick I wouldn't.

I learned it years ago from a girlfriend of mine who was a belly-dancer. It took me months to get it right, but now I can undulate my hips really fast. It makes me come if I do it when I'm on top, but every time I did it [to anyone before Dick], the guy would come too, usually first.

"Just promise me you won't do the hip thing." Dick had said.

"Why?" I asked.

"I can't stand the idea of you doing the hip thing on that guy." He said.

"You don't mind if I fuck him and suck his dick though?"

"Don't talk like that Lena!"

"Why not? You do."

Anyway, I didn't do it to Gino. Not the first time we were together anyway.

I lay back against him, and he held my tits as I rolled my ass around his belly with half his cock still in me. He reached down and tickled my clit, fingering me until I came the first time.

Then we did it missionary for a while, until I was coming again, and he let go inside me. I like that; I know we're not supposed to do it this way anymore, but I just don't get off unless I know he's in there, and I love the feeling of a guy coming inside.

Afterwards, it's disgusting of course. You can't have everything.

We showered, dressed, and went out to a show. Went back to the casino and lost a few hundred, had dinner and went back to the suite.

"Let's have a bath." I suggested.

It was fun; dirty and clean at the same time, hot, wet, and soapy. Big cock against my back and a hot tongue in my ear, hands on my tits and belly. Mmmmm.

"I want to shave you." He said.

"What do you mean exactly?"

"You know."

"Ok." I giggled.

I sat on the end of the tub with my legs spread as he sat in the water and did his thing to my pubes. It was fun, and afterwards I was as smooth as a baby.

I had the wax thing done once, I was sore for a week. Besides, it was weird having some strange broad fooling around between my legs.

I was into shaving it for a while, but then you have to do it all the time or you get stubble. Hair is Ok, no hair is better, but stubble is gross. I gave it up a few years ago. Ok, about 10 years ago.

After that, we went back to bed, and Gino went down on me.

The old Italian bastard was into that; he went at me as if I was a fine wine [aged to perfection? I don't want to dwell on that]. He licked and nibbled, sucked and fingered me. It was really nice.

He remembered my little problem with cunt stink, and washed his mouth out before climbing aboard for a long hard ride.

It was pretty good; I was lifting and gyrating, he was ramming that big rod in and out, we shared some tongue. I had to come, and I didn't hold back.

When I was through, so was he, and I was all wet inside.

"That was alright." I said as we lay side by side, naked.

"It was pretty good for me too." He said. "Sure you don't want to be my girl?"

"Sorry Gino. I still love Dick."

"Then why are you here?"

"Several reasons; look, I'm having a great time, don't spoil it. Want me to suck your cock?"

"Sure!"

He was on his back with his knees up; I moved down between his legs and leaned on my elbows.

The big old organ was flaccid and sticky, and I pushed it all between my cheeks for a few seconds. It tasted pretty bad at first, but soon that passed and he just tasted of nice clean cock. I looked up at him and sucked.

He was in that age when a man could look good and bad at the same time. His hair was thin and grey, he had deep crinkles at the eyes, but he still had his strength. I hadn't been with an old man since I was a young girl; but that's another story.

His cock slowly stiffened. Mmmm, that was good!

In the morning, I would be back home, back to work, reality, my boyfriend. But tonight, it was tough old Gino and the monster mobster penis!

I got on top and eased the big rod into myself again, looking down into Gino's dark eyes. He was handsome... sexy... and that made it good. He fondled my tits as I rode him, lifting up and down, pumping myself with the big cock.

It was great, my fantasy night; the hotel room with the view over Vegas, the big bed, the air-conditioning, the wealthy older man with the big penis who wanted me so much, but couldn't have me, except for this one last night.

It was wonderful, and I didn't want to end it, but it was really late, and I was exhausted.

So I went for it, and did the hip thing, flicking my bottom forward and back as his cock stood inside me.

I'd never done it with such a big cock up my middle; it was peculiar, I could feel it in there, solid and stable as I undulated my torso over it. Gino looked up in admiration and held my elbows in his hands. "Shit baby... that's really something... I think... oh shit...

We both came, writhing and bouncing, squirting and squeezing, laughing and coming.

Afterwards, we curled up together.

"I've been with a lot of women, but never anyone like you." He said.

"You're pretty good yourself." I told him, "It's been a hell of a weekend."

"And still you won't leave that... Dick for me?"

"Honey, you're the world's greatest fuck, and I like you a lot. But come on, you're 25 years older than me. Where would we be in ten years?"

I stroked his face, but didn't look at it.

It was 3:00AM.

The next day, sore all over and still leaking slightly into my panties, I got home.

It was a great weekend; good fun, great sex, and a mission accomplished. I had no regrets, and no desire to ever do it again.

I was surprised to find Jake in my kitchen, naked.

"Hey Jake! What the fuck is going on here?" I asked.

"Oh, uh... well... Karen is upstairs with Dick. And uh... I was just getting us all some drinks."

I thought I was the wild one, and my friends were getting it on with Dick in a three-way!

I started dinner for 4. I'd join in next time our friends were over, when I'd be clean and rested.

Ace, 2008 Please send comments to; storyace@hotmail.com

Monday, August 30, 2010

The Stein - Part Two

The Stein - Part Two [part 2 of 3]
By: KK (mak41750@hotmail.com)

THE STEIN by KK (Part Two)

The pain I was feeling in my chest was more than could be caused by my wounds. I began to wonder if Nicky had just dealt me the final blow. Everything wasn't clear to me yet so I knew that I had to proceed slowly to avoid making a big mistake. I reviewed all possible scenarios and kept coming back to just one conclusion, Nicky was already in the house when I was shot. She had to have been upstairs with the shooter when I came into the house. Now I had to figure out what that mean and what I should do about it.

I was very angry and knew that when Nicky came home the confrontation would be ugly. I tried to plan what I would say to her but my anger was such that I knew I wouldn't be able to contain it and it scared me. The thought of Nicky being upstairs alone with another man was making me crazy. Finally I decided that I would not be able to talk to her because I was afraid I might hurt her.

Once I had all of the facts put together in the right order I knew it was time to talk to Tony but before I called him there was someone else I needed to talk to.

Jim Culkin and I had grown up together in Glendale. We had been best friends for as long as I could remember. Jim had been the best man at my wedding and I had been his best man. I hadn't seen much of Jim for the last couple of years. Jim still lived in Glendale and with Nicky and I living in Sherman Oaks it seemed to be just too much of an effort to get together as much as we would like. It was Jim I called that evening.

"Hello, Jim?"

"Eric?"

"Yes, how are you."

"I'm good, how are you?" he asked.

"Not too good right now. I have a problem that I am going to need your help with," I said.

"You know you can count on me," Jim said. "After all, what are friends for?"

"I appreciate that, but in this case I don't need you because you're a friend, I need you because you're a lawyer."

"What's the problem?"

I told Jim everything. I explained about the shooting, and the apparent burglary and how nothing was taken. Then I told him about the airline vouchers and what they meant and then I told him what I wanted him to do for me.

"You can count on me," Jim said. "What time would you like me to come over?"

"Why don't you plan on being here at nine o'clock," I said.

"Okay then, I'll be at your house at nine o'clock."

"Thanks, Jim, I can't tell you how much this means to me."

"Like I said, what are friends for?" Jim said.

As soon as I hung up from talking to Jim I called Tony on his cell phone.

"Tony, it's Eric Anderson."

"Eric, I am glad you called. I have some news for you," he said.

"Is there any chance you could come over here tonight at nine o'clock? I have something important to tell you concerning this case." I said.

"You haven't been playing detective, have you?"

"No. I came across something that may shed some light on this case though. I am not happy about this but I have to talk to you about it," I said.

"You have me curious now. I will be there at nine," Tony said.

When I got off the phone with Tony it was seven forty-five. I had another hour and fifteen minutes to kill before Jim and Tony arrived. I hoped that Nicky would get home before they arrived so that she wouldn't walk into the house and find them already there.

I spent the next hour making my plan of action. I got a legal pad and a pencil and sat at the kitchen table making notes. I was still sitting there when Nicky walked into the house at 8:50.

"What are you writing?" she asked.

"Just making some notes for something I have to do later," I said.

"What's that?"

?That's not important right now," I said. "We are going to have some company in a few minutes."

"We are? Who?"

"Jim Culkin and Tony Trenca," I said.

"We haven seen Jim in a long time," Nicky said. "Why is he coming over?"

"I told him about the shooting so he's coming over to see if he can help," I said.

"It'll be nice to see him again but what can he do to help?" Nicky asked.

"I guess we'll have to wait and see."

"Why is Detective Trenca coming over?" she asked.

"He said he has some news about this case," I said.

I could see a lot of concern cross Nicky's face. "Have they caught the burglar who shot you?"

"I don't know," I said. "We'll have to wait till he gets her to find out."

Nicky went upstairs to change clothes and I sat down and waited for my guests to arrive. I hoped that they would arrive soon. I was finding it very difficult to hide my anger.

Jim was the first to arrive at nine o'clock on the dot. When he came in I could see him looking me over to see what condition I was in. We were still standing in the foyer when Nicky came down the stairs and gave Jim a hug.

"Nice to see you again Jim," Nicky said as she kissed him on the cheek.

Before our conversation could go any farther the doorbell rang. I opened the door and invited Tony in. After I made the introductions Tony looked at me as if to ask what Jim was doing there.

"For now let's just say that Jim is an interested observer." I said.

Tony accepted my explanation and we all headed into the family room to sit. I had already made a pot of coffee and I asked Nicky if she would help me serve our guests.

Once we were all seated with our coffee I turned to Tony.

"Tony, on the phone you said that you had some news for us," I said.

"Yes. I wanted you tell you that the gang of burglars we suspected in your shooting have been arrested. They were caught in the act of burglarizing a house about ten blocks from here this afternoon," Tony said.

I could tell by the look on Tony's face that he had something more to say that was probably not good news.

"Tony, I am getting the impression from you that you don't think these are the guys responsible for shooting me."

"How did you know that?" Tony asked.

"Like I told you on the phone, I have made a bit of a break through in this case myself," I said.

Nicky grabbed my arm and said, "What? You know who shot you?"

"No, I don't know who shot me but I think I can help Tony find out who did," I said.

I looked over at Jim and he was just sitting back watching all of us. I turned to Tony and he was staring at me.

"Okay, Eric, you have the floor," Tony said. "I am very curious to hear what you have to say."

"You'll have to be patient with me. I need you to understand how this all happened for it to make sense."

"Take your time and I'll hold my questions for later," Tony said.

"This came to me tonight. I was double-checking the contents of my safe when I came across two $300 American Airline travel vouchers. Ever since I woke up in the hospital I have been trying to remember everything that happen from the time I entered the house and walked up the stairs until I was shot. I was hoping that I would remember what the shooter looked like or that something else would come to me but the only thing I could remember was that the shooter was holding the gun in his left hand and he was wearing an onyx ring.

"When I found the travel vouchers I realized that I had to go back farther to start putting everything together. One thing that I was clear about but I didn't want to think about was that my original plans for coming home from Dallas had me arriving at LAX at 5:30 Friday evening. Nicky was going to pick me up at the airport and we were going to stop for dinner on the way home. But my plans got changed.

"By Thursday my project was running a little ahead of schedule and it appeared that if we worked late on Thursday we could finish the project and would be able to go home earlier on Friday. I discussed this with my team and the customer and we all agreed to stay late Thursday and finish the project.

"That night we broke for dinner at 5:00 and I called the airline and asked if I could change my flight to something earlier in the morning. The girl at American said that they had a flight out at 7:45 AM that would get me to LAX at 8:54 AM. I told her to book that flight. We finished the job at 11:30 Thursday night.

"Friday morning I was at the airport at 6:15 AM. I got a cup of coffee, a muffin and a newspaper and waited at my gate until the gate attendants opened the counter. As soon as they opened up I went to the counter to get my seat assignment and to do one other thing that I always do when I am not on a tight schedule,. I asked the gate attendant if the flight was over booked. She said that it was and I asked if they needed volunteers to take a later flight. She said that they did so I handed her my ticket and said that I was volunteering.

"In exchange for my ticket American Airlines gave me a $300 voucher for future travel and gave me a seat on a flight schedule at 9:15 AM. That flight was also over booked and I got a second $300 voucher and was booked on the 10:05 AM flight. This flight was not over booked and I arrived at LAX at 11:15 AM.

"In twenty minutes I had collected by bags and caught a cab. Traffic was light on the freeways that morning and so we were able to make very good time from the airport to the house.

"When I walked into the house I set my bags down in the hall just as the grandfather clock in the living room chimed on the quarter hour. I remember looking at my watch and seeing that it was 12:15. Up until I found those vouchers I couldn't remember what I did when I first came into the house. Now I remember. When I set my bags down in the hall I went into the family room, opened the safe and put the two vouchers in the safe. I locked the safe and then went back out to the foyer, picked up my bags and headed upstairs. We all know what happened then."

Nicky, who hadn't let go of my arm since we sat down, squeezed it tighter as I reminded her of what happened on the stairs.

"Once I remembered what I did when I came into the house I realized that there had been no burglars downstairs. As you can see there is no place anyone could have hidden in here. If someone had been in this room I would have seen them. I would have also seen the mess they had made but there was none.

"At this point the whole time line became a problem. I entered the house at 12:15. There was no sign of a burglary in progress on the first floor. By the time I headed upstairs at least two more minutes had passed making it about 12:17 when I was shot. Eight minutes later, at 12:25 Nicky finds me and calls 911. That would have meant that in the eight minutes between my getting shot and Nicky calling 911, the burglars decided to throw things around on the first floor to make it look like a burglary but they didn't steal anything.

"Nothing made sense to me. If the burglars had been in the house but hadn't taken anything yet and hadn't even started to search the first floor when one of them shot me why would they trash the family room to make it look like a burglary. Why wouldn't they just leave to make it look like a straight out murder? Why would they draw attention to themselves?"

"That was very well thought out," Tony said. "I can see that you are beginning to think along the same lines I am. So who do you think shot you and why?"

"I still don't know who shot me or exactly why, but I think I know someone who does," I said. "I believe that there were two people upstairs that day. One of them shot me. The other one sat with me and watched me bleed for eight minutes before she called 911. In the mean time the shooter trashed the family room to make it look like I had walked in on a burglary in progress."

Nicky had pulled away from me and was now curled up in the corner of the sofa crying.

"I believe that Nicky can tell you who shot me and why," I said.

Tony didn't look at all surprised. "I am sorry, Eric. That is what I was beginning to believe happened too," he said. "I am going to have to take her in for questioning."

"Tony, can we have a few minutes?" I asked.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea right now. I don't think you should talk to Nicky until we get this straightened out."

"Not for me. I want Nicky to talk to Jim," I said. "He is her attorney."

"You arranged for your wife to have her attorney here even though she is probably involved with your shooting?" Tony asked.

"I don't know what was going on between Nicky and the man who shot me but I can not believe that she would have intentionally caused this to happen," I said. "I just want to make sure she has excellent legal counsel from someone she trusts. If you let Jim talk to Nicky for a few minutes I think she will cooperate with you and answer all of your questions."

Nicky was still curled up on the sofa and hadn't said a word.

"I am going to go with you on this," Tony said. "She can talk with Jim and then I will give her the chance to voluntarily come to the station and answer questions. If she chooses not to come down we will issue an arrest warrant. I can't do any more than that."

Jim, Tony and I all stood up together and walked to the door. I shook Tony's hand and thanked him for giving Nicky the chance to come in voluntarily. Then Jim shook Tony's hand.

"I'll bring her into the station within an hour," Jim said. "I know her pretty well. I think she will want to cooperate."

"I hope you're right," Tony said as he turned to walk out of the house.

When the door closed Jim turned to me and said, "I'll go talk to her now. You do understand that anything Nicky tells me will be confidential and I will not be able to discuss it with you."

"I understand," I said. "I asked you to do this because I know Nicky would be more comfortable with you representing her than someone she doesn't know. I would never use our friendship to try and make you betray a client confidence and I know you wouldn't do that even if I did ask."

"I knew you would understand that under normal circumstances," Jim said, "but these are not normal circumstances. Is there anything you would like me to tell Nicky?"

"If the police let her leave after they question her she will have to go to her parents house," I said. "I still love her but I can't be with her now. Tell her that I will call her dad and tell him what is going on. I'm sure he'll come to the police station to be with her."

"You look like you want to say something else," Jim said. "What is it?"

"It's just that I don't know how all this is going to come out but it doesn't look good for my marriage," I said. "I want you to do the best you can for Nicky in this matter but I would ask you not to represent her in divorce proceedings. I know you can't represent me, that would be a conflict of interest and I sure as hell don't want my best friend sitting next to my wife during divorce proceedings. If she asks just refer her to another attorney."

"No problem," he said. "I wouldn't want to be involved on either side in divorce proceedings between you and Nicky. Let me go talk to her now. I think it will be better if you don't talk to Nicky again until this is resolved. If you need to tell her something you can call me. Agreed?"

I told Jim that I agreed but that I would also communicate with Nicky through her parents if necessary. Then I went up to our bedroom while Jim went into the family room to talk with Nicky.

Twenty minutes later Jim called up to me from the bottom of the stairs and I went down to see what he wanted.

"Eric, Nicky would like to go upstairs and pack some clothes to take with her."

"I'll go into my study, then she can go upstairs and pack," I said.

I wanted to ask if Nicky agreed to cooperate with the police investigation but I knew that I couldn't. Jim would tell me what he could but for the rest I would just have to wait and see what happens.

While Nicky was upstairs packing her bags I sat at my desk trying to make sense out of everything that had happen that day. There had never been any indication of trouble in our marriage or had I just missed the signs? The idea that Nicky would have been in our room with another man just didn't make sense to me but that is what the evidence led me to believe. Tony was thinking the same thing even before it occurred to me.

Was Nicky really having an affair? Had her lover shot me? Tony had told me that the shooter had definitely wanted me dead but he wanted me to die slowly. Why? I wonder if once I found out who shot me if that would make any more sense. The hardest thing for me to understand is why Nicky hadn't called 911 immediately. Eight minutes passed before she made that call. Was she hoping that I would die? Did she hate me that much? I refused to believe that.

Nicky had always been a loving wife. Since the shooting she has done everything possible to show me how much she loved me. I supposed that guilt could have something to do with that but could it be something darker. Was she trying to convince me that she couldn't have had anything to do with my being shot?

What scared me most was that I might never know the complete truth about what happened.

*****

When I heard footsteps coming toward my study door I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and turned as the door opened. Jim stuck his head in the door.

"Eric, we're leaving now. You said you were going to call Nicky's father, right?"

"I will call him in a few minutes. Thanks, Jim."

I sat at my desk and waited until I heard the front door close. I felt like I was about to break down but I knew I had to hold myself together a little longer. I still had to call Nicky's dad and I wanted to make sure I caught him before he went to bed. No one wants to get the kind of news I was about to deliver and if he was already in bed when I called it would just make it worse.

"George?"

"Oh, Eric. How are you, son?" Nicky's father said.

"I am improving," I said. "I am afraid I have something disturbing to tell you."

There was silence on the line for a moment and then, "What is it, Eric?"

"Nicky is at the Sherman Oaks police station. She is being questioned about her involvement in my shooting," I said.

"Oh, my God. You can't be serious," he said. "You can't believe that Nicky would have anything to do with that."

"Listen, George, I know this is a shock. It was to me also," I said. "I can't tell you any more than that right now. I just wanted to ask you to go down to the police station and be there for her. She is going to have to stay with you and Mary for a while."

"Eric, I don't know what to say. There has to be some kind of mistake. Nicky loves you. I can't believe this."

"I'm sorry, George. I know this is hard to accept," I said. "Will you go to the station?"

"Of course. What are you going to do Eric?" he asked.

"I don't know yet."

"Please don't do anything rash. Wait till we find out what really happened before you make any long term decisions," he said.

"I will, George, thanks."

I put the phone down and lay my head on the desk and tried to push all thoughts out of my mind. This was going to be the hardest time since this all started. I didn't have time to really think about what this all meant earlier. From the moment I found the travel vouchers in the safe my mind had been kept busy by all the things I had to do. I had to call Jim and explain everything to him. I had to contact Tony and ask him to come over to the house. I had to think about how I was going to explain everything to Tony so that he would understand. After that I had to talk to Nicky's dad. Now that all of that was done and I was left by myself to ponder what had had been done to me and decide what to do about it.

As hard as I tried I could not get the thought out of my mind. Nicky had a lover and he shot me. He wanted me dead so that he could have Nicky to himself. Was he planning to kill me or did he only shoot me because I showed up at the wrong moment? How long had their affair been going on?

I knew that with these thoughts spinning around in my head I wasn't going to get any sleep so I took one of the pain pills the doctor prescribed for me and went to bed. The powerful painkiller put me to sleep in less than ten minutes.

When I got up Thursday I felt lost. How was I going to function without Nicky? I was extremely angry with her but at the same time I missed her terribly. I tried to think about what I was going to do but my mind kept going back to thoughts of Nicky's betrayal. I knew I was going to have to get past all of that but it wasn't going to be easy.

The phone rang several times that morning but I let the answering machine pick up the calls. A few were from the school, wondering where Nicky was. Nicky's mother called and wanted to talk to me but I wasn't ready for that conversation. There were a few callers that left no message. I wondered if any or all of those calls might have been from Nicky's lover.

Finally at five o'clock Tony called. When I heard his voice I picked up the phone.

"Tony, I'm here."

"Hi, Eric. How you holding up?" he asked.

"Not very well?"

"You got any scotch at your house?" Tony asked.

"Yea, I have a bottle. Why?"

"I'd like to stop over for a drink," he said.

"Sure, come on over. I could use the company," I said.

An hour later Tony was sitting in the winged chair opposite me swirling the ice around in his glass of scotch.

"Sorry I can't tell you any more at this time." Tony said.

He had just finished telling me that Nicky had cooperated and answered every question they asked her. He said that she was at the station for two hours and then they let her go home with her father. Tony said that they now knew who shot me but he couldn't tell me that until he was arrested.

Apparently the man who shot me was out of state attending a meeting and was due back on Sunday. They didn't want to do anything to tip him off that they were looking for him. Tony said that they could have the police in Colorado, where he was attending the meeting, arrest him but then they would have to go through the extradition process, which could slow things down. Tony said that the assistant district attorney assigned to the case decided to wait until Sunday so they could pick the suspect up at his house.

"I was all for having the Denver Police pick him up. I would rather have him behind bars waiting to be extradited than to chance him finding out we are looking for him. He might disappear if he knows we are after him," Tony said, "but I was overruled."

I felt some relief that they knew who shot me but the fact that they got that information from Nicky just confirmed what I was hoping was somehow not true. Nicky was involved.

Tony told me that he didn't know what Nicky had told the investigator because he was not there during her questioning. He said that even if he had been there he would not be able to discuss it with me. He said this was an ongoing investigation and he would not have been able to tell me anymore than he already had.

I took a sip of my scotch and looked up at the ceiling fan as it turned slowly.

"I can't quite seem to get a handle on my feelings about all this. I guess I am just confused by the whole thing," I said.

"That's understandable. This will all get much clearer next week," Tony said. "You know what I would do if I were you? I would get the hell out of Dodge," he said.

"What? Leave town, and go where?" I asked.

"Go to the beach, go to Vegas, go to Hawaii. Just get away from here for a while. A change of scenery would do you good," he said.

I thought about that for a minute and said, "You might be right. There is nothing to keep me here right now. Maybe lying on a beach somewhere is just what I need."

"I'll call you if anything happens that you need to know about," Tony said.

"I think I'll do that. I don't know where just yet but I will go somewhere. Thanks for the suggestion. You will call me if anything happens, right?"

"I said I would, didn't I?" Tony said.

Tony stayed for another hour and just chatted with me. When he first came over I thought he was trying to get information from me but it became obvious that he just wanted to talk. Before he left he got my cell phone number and told me to let him know where I was going and where I would stay.

After Tony left I thought about where I might go to get away for a while. Hawaii sounded great but in my condition I didn't feel that I was up to the long plane ride. Every place I could think of was either too far to travel or not far enough away to suit me. By the time I finally went to bed I still hadn't made any decision.

Friday morning I called my office to see what was happening there in my absence. I was both relieved and disappointed to find out they were functioning quite well without me. I was talking to my boss, Charlie Carson, about when I would be able to come back to work and he told me not to worry about it.

"Whenever you are ready your job will be waiting for you," Charlie said. "How is Nicky holding up through all this?"

"She's doing as well as can be expected under the circumstances," I said. I hadn't told him that she was involved in the shooting. At the time I felt that the fewer people who knew about that the better.

"I know how hard it must be for you to just sit around," Charlie said. "What are you going to do to keep yourself occupied?"

"I thought I would get out of town for a couple of weeks," I said.

"Where will you go?"

"I haven't decided yet. I can't go far. I can't sit comfortably for more than a couple of hours so no long car rides or plane rides." I said.

"How about Vegas?" Charlie suggested.

"I don't know," I said, "I thought about it but I don't think I want to stay in one of those huge hotels. I need to be able to get away by myself. It would be nice if I could have both the privacy I need and still have access to the casinos and the great restaurants."

"I just might have the solution for you," Charlie said. "I have a small house in Vegas just a few miles west of the strip. I bought it a few years ago before the real estate prices went crazy over there. You are welcome to use it."

"That's really generous of you but I'm not sure..."

Charlie cut me off. "Actually you would be doing me a favor. We haven't been there for almost three months. I would appreciate it if you would spend some time there and check up on things for me. Make sure there are no water leaks and the air conditioner is working."

"Since you put it that way, I guess I could do that. It is just a short flight and taxi ride. I'll do it," I said. "Thanks."

"Good. Just a couple of things I need you to do while you are there," he said.

"Sure, whatever you need."

"There's an old Honda Civic in the garage. You might have to put the battery on the charger I have in the garage but I would like you to use that while you are there and then fill the gas tank before you leave. Also, before you come home I want you to pick up a case of Heineken and stick it in the refrigerator. We are going over there next month and it would be nice to have some cold beer waiting for us."

"I can do that. I might even get some for myself... Thanks, Charlie," I said.

"I am glad that this works out for you," Charlie said. "I'll drop the key off at your house on my way home from work tonight."

I decided then that I would catch a flight to Vegas in the morning and called to make flight reservations. Later in the day I called Nicky's parents house.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Mary, it's Eric."

"Eric, did you want to talk to Nicky?" Mary said.

"No, I can't talk to her right now," I said.

"Please, she really needs to talk to you."

"I'm sorry, I just can't handle that right now. I just called to tell you that I am going out of town for a while," I said. "I will be leaving in the morning so tell Nicky that if she wants to come over to the house to get some of her clothes or anything else she can stop by anytime after ten tomorrow morning."

"I'll tell her, Eric, but can't you speak to her yourself?" Mary pleaded.

"Mary, I just can't. I am too angry and hurt right now to be able to deal with her. I'm sorry," I said.

"I understand. I hope you two can work this out," Mary said.

I don't know why but Mary's last comment set me off. "Work this out? For God's sake Mary, her lover shot me. That doesn't leave a lot of room for forgiveness."

Before Nicky's mother could say another word I disconnected.

I was in a real funk after that call. I felt bad that I treated Mary so badly and I had to admit to myself that I wished there was a way for us to work things out but I couldn't see how that could be done.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about my relationship with Nicky trying to remember any little detail that might have indicated that there was a problem festering in our marriage. There was nothing. I could think of nothing that Nicky had ever done that would make me think that she was cheating on me or that there was any other problem in our marriage. To the contrary I could only think of things she had done to show her love for me. I couldn't think of any time that I was ever anything but sure that Nicky loved me as much as I loved her. How all this could have happened was a great mystery to me.

I hoped that my time in Las Vegas would help me find some clarity.

At 6:30 that evening Charlie stopped by the house and gave me the keys and directions to his house in Vegas.

"I think you and Nicky will like the house," Charlie said.

" Nicky is not going with me," I said and immediately wished that I hadn't.

"She's not? Why?" Charlie asked.

"She couldn't get away," was the first thing I could think of to say. "Classes start on Monday so she has to stay in town. Charlie, do me one more favor, don't tell anyone where I am... Anyone. I don't want to be disturbed."

I could tell that Charlie understood what I was saying.

"Don't worry, no one will know where you are unless you tell them," Charlie said.

After Charlie left I called Tony and told him I was going to Vegas.

"What hotel you staying at? He asked.

"I am not staying at a hotel, I am staying at a friends house," I said.

"Good. Who else knows where you are staying?" he asked.

"Only my boss and that's only because it's his house. Why?"

"I just don't want anyone to know where you are until we have our suspect in custody. I'm still not happy with the Assistant DA's decision to wait till this guy comes home to arrest him. Too many things could go wrong. I just feel that the fewer people that know where you are the better."

"In that case I am glad I made a point out of telling my boss not to tell anyone where I was going," I said.

"Good job," Tony said. "Have you talked to your wife?"

"No. I called her mother this morning to tell her I was going away for a while. She tried to get me to talk to Nicky but I refused."

"Good. I know this is difficult but it is better that you don't talk with her until we get this mess cleaned up," Tony said. "Well, I have your cell phone number so if I need to get a hold of you I can. Make sure you keep your phone with you."

"Jesus, you're being a bit of a mother hen, aren't you?"

"Remember what I told you. This guy didn't just shoot you in a panic. He wanted you dead and he wanted it to be slow and painful. I think that if he had another chance at you he would kill you," Tony said. "I may be wrong, but fifteen years as a cop tells me I am right. No sense taking any chances."

"I will heed your warning and be careful," I said. "Anything else you want to tell me?"

"Yes. The Assistant DA plans on talking to your wife again tomorrow. Is there anything you can think of that we can ask her about that might shed any light on this case?" he asked.

"Tony, I thought about that all day and could come up with nothing. Nicky has never done anything that has made me the least bit suspicious of her. I can't think of anything that would help your investigation. I wish I could help. I want the answers as much as you do," I said.

"I am sure you do," he said. "When are you leaving?"

"I have a 9:00 AM flight out of Burbank."

"Well, enjoy your... I don't know what to call this. Anyway, try and relax and get yourself strong. Some of the most painful parts of this case are still ahead and you will need to be strong to deal with them," Tony said.

"Tony, I really appreciate everything you have done. It's only been two weeks since this shit storm started and the only positive thing that has happened is that I feel like I have made a new friend," I said.

"You're right. You have made a friend. I usually don't get this personally involved in a case. I just hope that when this is all over you will still consider me a friend." Tony said.

"I don't think that will be a problem. I value friendship and besides, I think having a cop for a friend would be a smart move on my part," I said.

"You know, you're not as dumb as you look," Tony said.

"I get that a lot."

After the call I went up to pack for my trip. I had to take enough clothes for a two-week stay while at the same time I had to travel light. I still wasn't strong enough to handle heavy suitcases. I was able to use a small rolling bag and a small carry on. I packed mostly socks and underwear. I packed three pairs of pants three shorts and six short sleeve shirts. I knew that Charlie's house had a washer and dryer so I didn't need a lot of shirts and pants. If I needed anything more I could purchase it in Vegas.

******

At 10:30 Saturday morning I was in Las Vegas in a taxi heading west on Charleston Boulevard. The temperature that morning was already 101 degrees and climbing. When I stepped out of the terminal building it felt like a blast furnace hit me. Luckily the taxi had a good air conditioner. Charlie Carson's house was on Desert Foot Hills Drive, which is about seven miles west of Las Vegas Boulevard. When the taxi stopped in front of the house I was very surprised. Charlie had said it was a small house. I guess it was small if you consider 3500 square feet small.

The house was white stucco with a red tile roof, much like most of the other houses in the area but this one just seemed more elegant. The front entrance consisted of heavy red oak double doors with stained glass windows. The doors opened into a large foyer with a stone tile floor. The air conditioner was already on and the house was a comfortable seventy-two degrees. I discovered as I explored the house that it was a smart home. A computer controlled everything. Charlie was able to control the climate control, the alarm systems and security lights remotely via the Internet. There were security cameras above the front entrance, above the garage door and in the back of the house overlooking the back door and the swimming pool. Everything was high tech.

The inside of the house looked like a magazine spread in Architectural Digest. The master bedroom was on the second floor and it was huge. The room was the full depth of the house so it had windows facing both east and west. Looking out the windows to the west provided a beautiful view of the mountains. Through the windows facing east was a view of the hotels along the strip and the swimming pool in the back yard. The back of the house faced east which kept the afternoon sun off the patio and the large pool.

The house momentarily lifted my spirits. As I was looking around at the beautiful home I thought, "Nicky would love this," and then the depression I had been feeling for the last three days came crashing back down on me. How could I miss her so much and at the same time feel so much anger toward her? I was there, at Charlie's house by myself because of what Nicky had done.

I forced my thoughts away from Nicky and started thinking about what I was going to do with the rest of my day. The swimming pool looked very inviting but I decided that I had better take care of some other things first while I still had the energy. I knew that as the day wore on my energy level would drop significantly. That is the way it had been since I woke up in the hospital almost two weeks earlier. Each day I felt better in the mornings and got progressively weaker as the day wore on.

My first objective was to get the Honda in the garage started so that I could go get some groceries. The car was ten years old but Charlie had obviously taken very good care of it. I was relieved to find that the battery wasn't dead and the car started on the first try and as I pull out of the garage I was glad that I had been paying attention as I rode in the taxi because I remembered seeing a shopping center not far from the house. It was only five blocks away and I managed to find it easily.

I bought enough food, soft drinks and beer to last me a week and then headed back to the house. When I pulled the car into the garage I realized that I was drained. I barely had enough strength left to carry the groceries into the house.

I managed to get the groceries put away and then poured myself a large glass of orange juice hoping that would help restore some of my energy. I made myself a sandwich and after I ate I decided to go out and relax by the pool and get some sun before it disappeared to the west side of the house.

I put my swimming trunks on and went into the bathroom to remove my bandages and put on some sunscreen. When I looked in the mirror I saw the three ugly scars from the bullet wounds. I thought to myself, "What a wonderful conversation piece they make."

The scars made me self-conscious so I put a shirt on before I went outside and I waited to be sure none of the neighbors could see me before I removed the shirt. The extreme heat forced me to go into the pool to cool off. Feeling refreshed I got out and lay down in a lounge chair and was nearly asleep when my cell phone rang.

"Eric?"

"Hey, Tony, how are you?"

"Good. Listen, Eric, I have to ask you some questions if you don't mind."

"No problem. Ask whatever you want," I said, although I could not imagine what he could ask me that he hadn't already asked me.

"Tell me about Sarah Bowden." Tony said.

"Sarah Bowden? What does she have to do with this?" I asked.

"I don't know. I am hoping you can tell me," Tony said.

"Sarah is a girl I knew in college."

"Did you date her?"

"Yes, I went out with her three or four times."

"Did you have sex with her?" Tony asked.

I was starting to get annoyed. "What's this all about?"

"Sorry, Eric, just part of the investigation. So, did you have sex with her?"

"No."

"Is that why you broke up with her, because she wouldn't have sex with you?" Tony said.

"No, it wasn't like that at all," I said, letting the tone of my voice show that I was getting pissed off. "We went out a few times and we both realized the relationship was going nowhere, so we stopped dating."

"Were you still on speaking terms when you broke up?"

"Yes, we were still on speaking terms but we didn't break up. We were never in an exclusive relationship. The relationship we had didn't last that long. Why are you asking me about a girl I dated a few times more than ten years ago."

"Just something that came up in the investigation that I have to follow up on. Were you dating your wife then, too?"

"No. I hadn't met Nicky yet."

"Okay then tell me about your relationship with Sarah Bowden."

"What exactly do you want to know?" I asked.

"Why don't you start with how you met?"

I took a deep breath as I tried to remember. "It was a Saturday night and I was heading back to the fraternity house after a party. I stopped to get gas at one of those gas station mini marts. While I was filling my tank a car pulled up on the other side of the pumps. There was a couple in the car and the guy was yelling at the girl. I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other but the guy was getting pretty loud.

"When my tank was full I went inside the store to pay and as I was coming out the guy that had been in the other car was coming into the store."

"Did you know him?" Tony asked.

"No. We didn't even look at each other as we passed. Anyway, when I got back to my car the girl jumps out of the other car and starts begging me to take her with me. I could see that she had a mouse under her eye and I figure her boyfriend must have hit her so I told her to get in my car and we left before her boyfriend came out of the store.

"She was pretty shaken up. I asked her where she wanted to go and she asked if I would take her somewhere she could get a cup of coffee. The only place we could find open that time of night was a Denny's. We got a booth and ordered two cups of coffee and then just sat there. Finally I asked her why her boyfriend had hit her. She told me that he wasn't her boyfriend. She said that she had gone out with him twice and he suddenly became very possessive. She said that earlier that night she was at a dance and was dancing with a friend when the guy came in and grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the place.

"She said that he made her get into his car and then he started accusing her of cheating on him. When I saw them at the gas station she was trying to explain to him that they weren't going steady so she could dance with or see anyone she wanted. That was when he hit her. When he went into the store to buy cigarettes she jumped out of the car and asked me to help her.

"We talked for a long time that night and then I took her back to her dorm. When I dropped her off she thanked me for helping her and then kissed me. I didn't know what else to do so I asked her out on a date.

"By the end of our first date I could tell that there really wasn't any connection between us. I would have ended it right then but I sensed that she wanted me to ask her out again so I did. It was on our third or fourth date that we both realized we were going nowhere. We parted as friends."

"Did you remain friends?" Tony asked.

"I think we would have but I just didn't see her very often after that. I saw her on campus a few times over the next month or so but never saw her after that."

"Who was the guy that hit her?" Tony asked.

"I don't know. I don't remember if she ever told me his name."

"So, is there anything else you can tell me about Sarah Bowden?" Tony asked.

"No. This is the first time anyone has mentioned her name to me since college... No, wait a minute. Nicky asked me about her once, about a year ago."

"Why did she ask?"

"I don't know," I said. "It was just after she came back from Germany. I had fixed a romantic dinner to welcome her home and while we were eating Nicky asked me if I knew a Sarah Bowden."

"What did you tell her?" Tony asked.

"The truth. That I had dated her a few times during my junior year."

"And Nicky didn't tell you why she asked?" Tony said.

"Nicky said that someone told her to ask me if I knew her but she wouldn't tell me who asked," I said.

"Why was your wife in Germany?"

"She was a chaperone for a trip for the members of the German Club at the high school where Nicky teaches." I said.

"Who else was on the trip with her?"

"The German language teacher Carol Stanley and her husband Jack, the European History teacher Barbara Martin and her husband Cal, guidance counselor Janice Whiten and the physical education teacher John Parker," I said.

Tony's expression changed for a moment as if something I had said registered with him.

"Why didn't you go with your wife?"

"I was supposed to but I had to cancel out so I could go to a technical education conference in Denver that was scheduled the same week," I said.

"Has your wife ever mentioned Sarah Bowden again?"

"No."

"So that's everything?"

"Yes."

"I hope so." Tony said.

"What the fuck does that mean?" I said.

"I don't know if this Sarah Bowden has anything to do with this case, but it is a lead I have to follow so I am just hoping that you told me everything I should know about your relationship with her," Tony said.

I was hot. Was Tony insinuating that I had done something wrong with Sarah? I had thought he was a friend but now he was pulling this bullshit.

"Can you tell me now why you are asking me about Sarah?" I asked.

"Sorry, buddy, can't tell you anything at this time," he said.

"Why are you trying to find skeletons in my closet? I thought we were friends?"

"That's the problem with having a friend that's a cop. I still have to do my job," Tony said and hung up on me.

Doing his job? Bullshit. Someone was trying to derail the investigation by bringing Sarah into it. I couldn't imagine how she could possibly figure into this mess.

I spent the rest of the weekend relaxing. I spent a lot of time around the pool and the rest of the time reading books that Charlie had in his library. The boss was really impressing me. Who would have thought that he would have a great library in his house? I didn't think he ever read a book.

On Monday I started to increase my physical activity. I took a two-mile walk in the morning and that afternoon I started swimming laps. I expected a call from Tony Monday telling me that they had arrested my shooter but he didn't call.

That afternoon I called Nicky's father to see how she was doing. After saying hello I asked how Nicky was holding up.

"Eric, did you know that Nicky resigned from her job?" George asked.

"She quit? Why?" I asked.

"She said that it was because she was worried that rumors would start up after this comes out in the news," George said, "but I think there's more to it than that."

I didn't know what to think about that. Nicky loved teaching so I felt badly for her but at the same time I felt that she did this to herself.

"Tell her I'm sorry that she had to quit her job."

"I will, Eric," he said.

I had nothing else to say so I ended the call.

*****

When I hadn't heard from Tony by late Tuesday afternoon I was ready to call him but a part of me didn't want to talk to Tony. I was still a little pissed about the way he questioned me about Sarah Bowden.

Wednesday morning Charlie called me.

"How is the house working out for you, Eric?" he asked.

"Great, Charlie. I thought you said this was a small house," I said.

"It is compared to my house in Sherman Oaks," he said. "So you got the car started?"

"Yes, I did and I picked up a couple of cases of Heineken but somehow I don't think they'll last till you get here. I may have to buy some more before I head home. So what's going on over there?"

"Not much but there was a police detective over here asking about you first thing this morning," Charlie said.

I was getting pissed again. Why the fuck was Tony snooping around where I worked?

"What did he want?" I asked.

"He wanted to know if I knew where you were."

"He already knows where I am... Oh. Wait, no he doesn't. I told him I was staying at a friend's house but I didn't tell him whose house and I didn't tell him the address. Did you tell him where I was?"

"Yes. I hope that was all right."

"No problem. It's okay to tell the cops where I am," I said.

Charlie and I talked for a little while longer about work and projects that he hoped I would be back to work on soon. After the call I was feeling pretty good so I poured myself a Heineken and sat in the pool and refreshed my inside and outside at the same time.

When I didn't hear from Tony by five o'clock that evening I decided to drive down to the strip. I thought I would play some blackjack and then get some dinner. I was thinking of going to Bellagio but then I remembered how much Nicky liked the Bellagio and I didn't want to be reminded of her that evening. I ended up at Treasure Island instead. I played blackjack for three hours and suddenly I felt very tired. I decided to skip the idea of having dinner in one of the great restaurants on the strip and just go back to the house.

I got back to the house just before nine o'clock and it wasn't until I was in the kitchen fixing a sandwich that I noticed that I had missed a call on my cell phone. I must not have heard the phone ring when I was in the casino. I checked voice mail and there was a message from Tony. It just said, "Call me," and gave me his cell phone number.

I was still pissed at him so I waited till I finished eating my sandwich before I called him.

"You wanted me to call?" I said when he answered the phone.

"Where the hell have you been?" Tony asked.

"Whoa there. What the hell is this? I don't have to check in with you. I went out tonight," I said.

"Sorry to be so brusque but we have a problem. We don't know where he is?" Tony said.

"You don't know where who is?"

"Our suspect. He didn't return from his meeting in Denver," Tony said. "We know that he checked out of his hotel and went to the airport and got on the plane to LA but we lost him at LAX."

"So the guy that shot me is still on the loose? Jesus Christ, how could that happen?" I asked.

"I am sorry, buddy but this isn't my fault. If you remember, I wanted him picked up in Denver and held for extradition but I was overruled. Now he is on the loose. We don't know if he knows we are looking for him or not. We hope not. You should be safe over there and we are keeping a close watch on your wife. We don't think she contacted him but we are doing everything we can to make sure of that."

"You think Nicky might have tipped him off that you were looking for him?"

"I would not have thought so but now? Who knows?"

"So, other than that how are you doing?" Tony asked.

"I'd be doing a whole lot better if you would stop snooping around in my business and catch this guy," I said.

"What do you mean, snooping around in your business?" Tony asked.

"First you call me and started asking me about a girl I knew more than ten years ago and won't tell me why and then this morning you start snooping around my place of employment asking questions about me."

"What are you talking about?" Tony asked.

"My boss called me this morning and said that you were in there first thing this morning asking questions about me?"

"Shit. It wasn't me, Eric. What kind of questions?"

"It wasn't you? Did you send someone else out there?"

"No."

"Charlie told me the cop that came out there asked him where I was and he told him."

"Oh, fuck. You need to get out of the house now. Get a hotel room somewhere and don't talk to anyone but me." Tony said.

"You think he is coming here?"

"I don't know but I think it's a good bet. Why else would he want to know where you are?"

"Tony?"

"What"?

"I think it's time you tell me who the fuck this guy I," I said.

"John Parker."

"The high school phys Ed teacher?"

"That's right. How well do you know him?" Tony asked.

"I don't really know him at all," I said. Nicky talked about him a lot when he first came to the school two years ago. She thought he was going to do a good job as a phys Ed teacher and the football coach. I have never met him myself. Oh, shit... I just remembered that Nicky told me that Parker once told her that he knew who I was in college."

"But you don't know him?"

"I don't remember his name from my college days and I don't know if I would recognize him if I saw him," I said. Then another thought struck me. "Is Nicky having an affair with John Parker?"

I could feel my chest tightening as the realization set in. How long had this been going on and how had I not had seen any indication that Nicky was cheating on me? I felt pain, betrayal, anger and stupidity all at the same time.

"We are still not sure what the relationship is between Mr. Parker and your wife. We only know what she has told us so far but we don't know if it is the truth yet but we will find out," Tony said.

"What has Nicky told you?"

"I am sorry Eric, but I just can tell you at this time. I promise I will tell you everything as soon as I can. For now I just want you to get out of that house and find some other place to stay tonight."

"He could already be here. It only takes an hour to fly from LA to Vegas," I said.

"He may be there but he didn't fly. We have been watching the airports and we have been in touch with his credit card company and he has not made any charges today. If he is in Vegas he drove there. I want you to leave the house now and make sure you are not being followed. If you even think someone is following you, call me immediately," Tony said.

"What can you do if I am being followed? You're in LA and I ?m in Vegas." I said.

"I can get in touch with the Las Vegas police and get them to come to your assistance."

"Okay, I am leaving now."

I closed my phone and started turning off lights. Once I had the interior of the house dark I peeked out the windows and looked for any cars parked in the street. When I didn't see any cars on the street I went into the garage and got into Charlie's Honda.

Throughout this whole ordeal I had dealt with just about every imaginable emotion but as I sat in the dark contemplating my next action, I felt fear for the first time. I started the Honda and waited for a few more seconds before I pushed the button on the remote to open the garage door. As soon as there was enough clearance under the door I drove out of the garage fast hitting the button to close the garage door, as I turned left onto the street.