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Danny gave a grunt of annoyance as he watched the breaking news on the TV about the latest sex scandal involving a top army General and one of his aides, a married lady with two young k**s. The next clipping showed the now disgraced General telling some reporters that it had been a morally incorrect decision on his part. He was somber faced and looked a lot thinner than in some of the pictures shown earlier with his aide, now also known to be his mistress.
"Funny how they all wring their hands and say some sorry remarks AFTER they have been caught," he said to his wife of almost thirty years.
He glanced at Dawn as he said that. They were in their living room catching up with the news after dinner like they had always done for the past so many years. They had made this a habit of theirs so that they could share some quiet time together, especially during the years their c***dren were growing up and free time or "us" time was a commodity in real short supply as she was seldom home before midnight. Now both their c***dren, James and Karen, were adults and had their own families. James was 28 and an electrical engineer. He had married his c***dhood sweetheart a few of years ago and they had a three-year-old daughter. Karen, at 24, was the younger one and had married a guy she met in her office. They had a two-year-old son. Danny himself was 50 years of age and Dawn was a couple of years younger than him. She was and always had been a fitness freak and that showed in her well-toned 5'8'' body with big juicy-mama boobs and a derriere that still made heads turn. No doubt the effects of gravity and age were discernible, but they were only just discernible. Her brown hair had that just-right tinge of white streaks in it which went well with her green eyes and cheerful face and, as far as Danny was concerned, his wife was one hot mama and grandma. Just a glance at his wife sitting next to him began a stirring in his loins. He may be a year short of fifty but long walks on a daily basis along with Dawn and power yoga helped in keeping his equipment going strong and steady. Some of his colleagues were already having high BP, high sugar levels and related issues. He was lucky. At six feet, with silver grey hair and blue eyes, he looked more like a successful CEO than a retired technocrat. Danny looked fondly at Dawn. Her favorite serial was coming up next and he shifted closer to her and placed his right hand on her thigh. He knew her well. A bit of foreplay in the midst of her favorite serial never failed to turn her on. He could get lucky tonight. Over the last month he had been getting lucky more than in his whole marrage, she just seamed horny all the time!
Dawn says about the news article "I suppose like any other two adults in an affair by mutual consensus, they never thought they would get caught one day," she replied with a toss of her neatly coiffed brown hair, her green eyes fixed intently on the tv screen.
Danny turned back to watch the news. A retired war veteran was now on the screen telling the world how difficult these constant foreign postings were. The men would be away from their families for months in a row and, well, men would be men. He then went on to say that the General in the dock for putting his pecker in the wrong hole had been to six foreign postings in the last ten years. His manner and style of presentation left the listener in no doubt that the concerned lady aide of his, who was also married like he was, had been his only source of entertainment at an otherwise tough and cold frontier.
"Do you think the absence of the near and dear ones and the resultant loss of companionship can be considered to be a genuine and forgivable reason for adultery?" asked Danny.
He was not sure but for a moment his wife's body seemed to have tensed up and then relaxed. He had been gently stroking her thigh and he was sure his palm had felt that sudden tensing, but he could not really be sure why.
She was silent for a minute or two as though considering her thoughts and then she replied, "We live in a society where gay marriages are no longer frowned upon, couples are in open marriages, live-in relationships are not even worth talking 'bout ... in short, it would depend upon the individuals concerned. It would be wrong for anybody else, including us, to pass opinions on matters that are essentially personal in nature. "
Danny digested his wife's reply. It seemed a bit hazy, answering but then not really answering what he had asked. By "individuals" had she meant the man and woman involved in the affair alone or perhaps also about their respective relationship with their spouse or partner also? Did she mean that it was okay to cheat if the couple were in an unhappy relationship with their respective partners and craved the companionship of the opposite sex?
Danny's mind didn't get any more time to ponder his wife's replays Dawn shifted her position at that time and her legs opened up invitingly. Danny wasted no time in moving his caressing fingers closer to her womanly treasure. His hands grazed his wife's panties and he felt the heat emanating from her core. Dawn's serial was now playing on the TV and she was completely engrossed in the unfolding story. With his hand playing over her panties, Danny took her juicy left boob in his mouth from over her flimsy nightie and began sucking upon it. Dawn responded by pulling his face into her breast and running her fingers thru his hair. This took him by surprise as she normally reached this level of arousal only towards the end of her favorite serial. Her love tunnel had also attained a level of arousal that made sure her panties were soaking wet. He pushed aside the fabric and began running his fingers up and down her vaginal opening. Dawn let out a low moan even as her eyes continued to remain fixed on the screen. Her hand travelled down and into his boxer shorts. She wrapped her fingers around his hardening shaft and began to gently stroke him. She began pumping his shaft in tandem with his fingers moving in and out of her wet tunnel.
They continued with their foreplay for some more minutes till Dawn breathed out her wish. "Take me, Danny, take me now," she whispered, breathing highly irregularly. Now Danny was completely surprised. It would be the first time they would be doing it on the sitting couch even before the serial came anywhere near to a close for the evening, but he wasn't complaining. He quickly stepped out of his clothes and then watched Dawn as she adjusted herself and stuck her ass up in the air, her nightie pulled up and around her waist. By now the serial was all but forgotten. For some moments he stood behind his wife, stroking his lengthening cock as he admired her smooth, round ass. Her vaginal lips were parted, and he could see the inner pink lips. His cock had stretched out to its complete seven-and-a-half inches; it was long and on the thicker side, the circumcised head a bright tomato red. Danny moved closer and lovingly ran his palms over his wife's buttock cheeks, caressing them, admiring them. He then began running his tongue up and down her ass crack, leaving a trial of wet saliva.
"Ohhh ..." moaned Dawn as her womanly scent filled up the room. Her eyes were closed tight, and her mouth was half open as she enjoyed the sexual sensations building up inside her. Finally, Danny stood behind his wife and began rubbing his knob up and down Dawn's wet suit. "Aahhh ... yes! Yes, put it in, Danny Brown. I need you" she moaned out softly, knowing fully well that the real fun was just about to begin.
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The next morning Danny left early for his old firm's office. A couple of years earlier he had resigned from his post of Vice President. His company really didn't want him to go; he had been with them for over twenty years, beginning as a site engineer and gradually making his way up the hierarchy. But Danny was adamant. He had discussed the issue with Dawn before taking it up with his company. With their c***dren taking up jobs and starting families, the two felt they needed more "my time" for meeting their extending families more often. In a couple of years Dawn would also be putting in her papers. They finally agreed that he would continue to be associated with them as a consultant. The idea appealed to Danny as he could continue to be in touch with the construction industry while his old company would benefit from his vast experience. As per understanding, Danny would visit the office two to three times a week unless something important came up. This gave him ample free time to pursue his hobbies, namely golf. On the other hand, Dawn held a senior post in the accounts department of a Dallas based company having a chain of retail shops across the state. She had been with them almost sence they had been married her boss Harry Wolman. There were times when Danny would fondly recollect their years spent in Dallas. Both their k**s had been born and raised there and sometimes he wished they had settled there after retirement, but Dawn had not been keen. As she reasoned, they were closer to their k**s and grandc***dren from Houston and that mattered more than the nostalgic memories of the past. Better to live in the present than the past had been her line of reasoning. Danny didn't see any reason to argue with that and with the consultancy offer, it didn't seem to be a bad choice at all.
That evening there were some more updates in the prime-time news about the fallen General and his mistress. Looking at the frantic media coverage the affair was getting, it seemed as though this was the next best thing to have happened for the press industry since the sad and tragic events surrounding Lady Diana's demise. According to the newsreader, the woman involved had told her friends that she regretted the damage done to her family and others by her affair.
"You know what?" said Danny to his wife as she handed him his glass of wine. "She says she regrets the hurt she has caused her family, but she has nowhere mentioned that she's sorry for the affair. How can a woman ... or for that matter a man ... be so ambitious and totally focused upon climbing the corporate ladder? Did it never once cross her mind that she was being deceitful and breaking the trust bestowed upon her by her husband?"
"How can you be so sure that this affair was all about ambition and glamour?" replied Dawn softly as she sipped her wine.
Danny was taken aback by the reply. He looked sharply at his wife who continued to stare at the TV screen.
"That lady out there is not a twenty something immature girl but a fully mature forty-year-old woman! You mean she deliberately and consciously made the decision to step out of her marriage? Are you saying that she developed feelings which should have been reserved for her husband and ventured headlong into a steamy affair ignoring even her c***dren and the repercussions it could have on their future upbringing?" asked Danny incredulously.
By now the news channel was showing some old clippings where the woman could be seen doing push-ups along with the person interviewing her. It had been taken around the time the mistress had released a book about her lover, written by her. It was the General's biography. Of course, at that time the world didn't know that the General and the writer were also sleeping together when not discussing the book.
"Danny, women and men don't think alike. Try and understand what I'm trying to say. If one were to ask women their most cherished moment, most of them will tell you about a picnic outing incident or coffee at a bistro one rainy afternoon, but the guy involved would most probably recount the various positions they had sex in AFTER returning home from the bistro."
For some moments neither spoke as Danny tried to understand the point his wife was trying to make. Then Dawn continued, "During the time the lady was drafting the biography, the two of them were thrown together for many months, if not years, and most probably gradually developed a mutual bond of sorts, a coming together of two minds."
"And bodies too," replied Danny testily. It seemed as though his wife was condoning the actions of the erring couple. Dawn pressed her lips together on hearing her husband's outburst and continued to gaze steadily at the TV screen.
"That guy is old enough to play grandfather to her young k**s. At least he should have shown the maturity ... which our leaders thought he had before assigning him those important foreign postings ... for ensuring that the mutual infatuation did not cross any unreasonable limits," continued Danny in a tone he normally reserved for lecturing his juniors.
"Ah! If only one's heart could think and behave rationally like one's mind. It was an affair of the heart, fully consummated by the two," she whispered.
Danny was flabbergasted. He could not believe what he had just heard his wife say. The way she was going on was as if this was another episode of one of her tear-jerker soap operas.
"For the sake of her family and young c***dren, if nothing else, I hope her husband thinks of her betrayal in the same way as you do," he replied testily.
There it was once again. He was sure he felt her muscles tense up on hearing him say that; she was sitting a bit straighter too. Perhaps he should not have sounded as harsh as he did, thought Danny. It seemed they had u*********sly taken sides here. He had sided with the betrayed guy while his wife had sided with the adulterous woman. Danny picked up the remote and changed channels.
The next few days Danny really didn't get time to follow up on the affair of the fallen General and his married mistress. He and Dawn were expecting their c***dren and grandc***dren over for Thanksgiving and Dawn had given him a long list of things to do. There were items to be purchased for the little ones who were, it seems, in constant touch with their grandmother thru their parents' mobile numbers. Then there was the precious chinaware to be safely put aside in the attic. The idea was to give their grandc***dren enough open space to run around freely without crashing into something expensive. Danny got so involved in his chores that he decided to forgo his golfing session. Little did he know that his decision would change his life forever. He spent the whole day wrapping up the expensive dinner set items in soft cloths and old newspapers and then putting them in cardboard boxes which were then hauled up to the attic. That done, he began moving some of the other fragile living room items to the garage.
He didn't hear the doorbell ring the first time as he had been busy putting things in place in the garage. By the time he re-entered the main house, the guy from the courier service was more or less keeping his finger continuously pressed to the bell. Danny glanced around quickly before making way to the front door. He still had a lot of things to complete.
"You the Browns?" asked the courier boy nonchalantly, as he obviously shifted his chewing gum from one side of his mouth to another. "Parcel for you," he continued in the same breath as he held out a paper for Danny to sign.
"These k**s of today just have no manners," grumbled Danny as he slammed the door shut. He put the box on the kitchen table at the same time as looking to see who the sender was. It bore his name, "D. Brown," and was from a legal firm in Dallas. The fact that it was sent by somebody from their old town raised his curiosity.
Perhaps, had he not been so preoccupied, he would have realized that the initials "D. Brown" could also stand for "Dawn Brown." Perhaps he would have then let Dawn open up the parcel after she had returned from work. But things didn't happen that way; Danny picked up a kitchen knife and slit open the packing tape.
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The sound of Dawn's car turning into their driveway in the evening broke the eerie silence prevailing in the Brown's residence for the past several hours. It was followed by the sound of her car door opening and then closing. A few moments later Dawn walked into the house thru the garage door.
"Hi, honey, I'm home," she called out as she busied herself with the task of putting down some shopping bags she had been carrying along with the bag carrying her laptop. "My, my, somebody has been really busy today," she continued in a light tone as she surveyed the disarrayed scene in the living room.
"Honey, c'mon down and join me in the kitchen. I'm gonna brew up some real hot coffee for both of us," said Dawn as she made her way to the kitchen. The fact that her husband hadn't responded till now didn't seem to have aroused her curiosity.
"Hey, what do we have here?" he heard his wife say. Danny looked down thru his red rimmed eyes at the photocopied paper he held in his now almost numb hands. Until just recently, they had been trembling uncontrollably. Danny gripped the piece of paper in his hands as though his very life depended on it. He had rearranged the parcel contents just as he had found them, with the letter addressed by his wife's lover at the very top. He knew that's what she must be looking at this very moment. Danny put on his reading glasses and began reading the letter once again, knowing full well that his wife must be doing the same also.
My Dearest Pretty Petals,
If you have this letter in your pretty hands and are reading it, then let me tell you, my dear, that my time in this world has come to a close and the Lord ordains that I be at his Heavenly Abode.
First things first, please, please, do not grieve for me. I'm an old man in my seventies;
So, like I just said, please do not grieve for me. In fact, it's now time to be reunited with my girl. My c***dren are well settled, and I pray our c***dern are well, my Pretty Petals, say your goodbyes with a smile to this senile old man. If there's life after death then it's time to start up all again and check out where my Martha is.
And as for you, my Pretty Petals, if it had not been for your loving care and kindness all those years especially during those dreadful days after my Martha died. You took me in your loving care, comforting me like a mother would comfort a grieving c***d. The warmth of your love and our intimacy worked like a magic potion. You know, the truth is, I always had a soft spot for you in spite of our age difference. Whether it was watching you at work or watching you being busy during our c***dren's birthday party, I always had a strong affection for you. Perhaps in many ways you reminded me of my younger days when my k**s were at home and Martha and I had our hands full. Those special touches and naughty whispers that you girls in the office gossiped and laughed about were really meant for you alone. I said those things to the other girls just to cover my tracks. It seemed it worked out okay as whenever you girls in the office would exchange notes my naughtiness would figure high and you all laugh it away as an old man's senility.
And then after I was left alone in this world, I saw another side of you, a caring and loving side. Have you ever wondered what the symbol representing womanhood (a full circle with an equilateral cross) signifies? Well, let me tell you: the circle represents spirit and the cross represents matter. And you, my dear Dawn, are the epitome of womanhood. You nurtured this fatally wounded soul back to health, giving it a reason for living. If Martha is watching me write these last words to you, I'm sure she wholeheartedly agrees.
And the physical intimacy that you shared with me? It was fantastic! You were always so alive, filled with energy (and naughty tricks). Even the Playboy girls could learn a thing or two from you. In short, you are the epitome of womanhood, in spirit, in mind, and definitely in body too. May the Lord fill each minute and second of your life with happiness and good health! You love c***dren and I hope the Lord gives you many more of the cuddly young 'uns.
Well, Pretty Petals, it's taking quite an effort to pen my eternal gratefulness to you. Let me come to my main reasons for writing this letter to you. The first reason you have perhaps already guessed by looking at the stack of photos and CD's enclosed with this letter in the parcel. Yes, you guessed right. These are memories of our togetherness. Please forgive me for this voyeuristic streak in me but you know me so well that perhaps you were already aware of it though you never spoke about it. Well, I had cameras strategically fixed in my office and home. But rest assured I've never shared these memories of our togetherness with anyone, not even with some of the ladies with whom I shared friendship ... that too at your behest and you know all about them. With my end near, I could not bear to burn them so I'm sending them to you. Please keep them close to your heart forever as I have.
And now for the other reason. Darling, my lawyers will be shortly getting in touch with you about a cheque for two million dollars made out in your favor. Remember that trip we took to Miami for two days? We had sailed out of the harbor and lived totally nude under the open, blue skies? (Sigh.) that's one trip I wish I had taken my surveillance camera also. We snorkeled in the nude then spent the whole lazy afternoon making love on the open deck. Then we would prepare dinner, get drunk, and then again make love in the living quarters. Those were great moments we shared together. You may also remember that on the last day we visited an art gallery and you selected some portraits. Well, my Pretty Petals, they are now estimated to be worth close to a couple of million dollars and I don't think I should pass that on to any of my c***dren. I have instructed my lawyers to get a fair price for them and send the full proceeds over to you. Additionally, I am sending you 0ne million cash consider it an overdue bonus. If you wish, you can send your bank details to my lawyer and he will have them electronically transferred to your bank account.
Well, I think I have said all that I wanted to. My dearest Pretty Petals, I again wish all the very best in life to you.
Take care.
Forever indebted to you,
Peachie
"Funny how they all wring their hands and say some sorry remarks AFTER they have been caught," he said to his wife of almost thirty years.
He glanced at Dawn as he said that. They were in their living room catching up with the news after dinner like they had always done for the past so many years. They had made this a habit of theirs so that they could share some quiet time together, especially during the years their c***dren were growing up and free time or "us" time was a commodity in real short supply as she was seldom home before midnight. Now both their c***dren, James and Karen, were adults and had their own families. James was 28 and an electrical engineer. He had married his c***dhood sweetheart a few of years ago and they had a three-year-old daughter. Karen, at 24, was the younger one and had married a guy she met in her office. They had a two-year-old son. Danny himself was 50 years of age and Dawn was a couple of years younger than him. She was and always had been a fitness freak and that showed in her well-toned 5'8'' body with big juicy-mama boobs and a derriere that still made heads turn. No doubt the effects of gravity and age were discernible, but they were only just discernible. Her brown hair had that just-right tinge of white streaks in it which went well with her green eyes and cheerful face and, as far as Danny was concerned, his wife was one hot mama and grandma. Just a glance at his wife sitting next to him began a stirring in his loins. He may be a year short of fifty but long walks on a daily basis along with Dawn and power yoga helped in keeping his equipment going strong and steady. Some of his colleagues were already having high BP, high sugar levels and related issues. He was lucky. At six feet, with silver grey hair and blue eyes, he looked more like a successful CEO than a retired technocrat. Danny looked fondly at Dawn. Her favorite serial was coming up next and he shifted closer to her and placed his right hand on her thigh. He knew her well. A bit of foreplay in the midst of her favorite serial never failed to turn her on. He could get lucky tonight. Over the last month he had been getting lucky more than in his whole marrage, she just seamed horny all the time!
Dawn says about the news article "I suppose like any other two adults in an affair by mutual consensus, they never thought they would get caught one day," she replied with a toss of her neatly coiffed brown hair, her green eyes fixed intently on the tv screen.
Danny turned back to watch the news. A retired war veteran was now on the screen telling the world how difficult these constant foreign postings were. The men would be away from their families for months in a row and, well, men would be men. He then went on to say that the General in the dock for putting his pecker in the wrong hole had been to six foreign postings in the last ten years. His manner and style of presentation left the listener in no doubt that the concerned lady aide of his, who was also married like he was, had been his only source of entertainment at an otherwise tough and cold frontier.
"Do you think the absence of the near and dear ones and the resultant loss of companionship can be considered to be a genuine and forgivable reason for adultery?" asked Danny.
He was not sure but for a moment his wife's body seemed to have tensed up and then relaxed. He had been gently stroking her thigh and he was sure his palm had felt that sudden tensing, but he could not really be sure why.
She was silent for a minute or two as though considering her thoughts and then she replied, "We live in a society where gay marriages are no longer frowned upon, couples are in open marriages, live-in relationships are not even worth talking 'bout ... in short, it would depend upon the individuals concerned. It would be wrong for anybody else, including us, to pass opinions on matters that are essentially personal in nature. "
Danny digested his wife's reply. It seemed a bit hazy, answering but then not really answering what he had asked. By "individuals" had she meant the man and woman involved in the affair alone or perhaps also about their respective relationship with their spouse or partner also? Did she mean that it was okay to cheat if the couple were in an unhappy relationship with their respective partners and craved the companionship of the opposite sex?
Danny's mind didn't get any more time to ponder his wife's replays Dawn shifted her position at that time and her legs opened up invitingly. Danny wasted no time in moving his caressing fingers closer to her womanly treasure. His hands grazed his wife's panties and he felt the heat emanating from her core. Dawn's serial was now playing on the TV and she was completely engrossed in the unfolding story. With his hand playing over her panties, Danny took her juicy left boob in his mouth from over her flimsy nightie and began sucking upon it. Dawn responded by pulling his face into her breast and running her fingers thru his hair. This took him by surprise as she normally reached this level of arousal only towards the end of her favorite serial. Her love tunnel had also attained a level of arousal that made sure her panties were soaking wet. He pushed aside the fabric and began running his fingers up and down her vaginal opening. Dawn let out a low moan even as her eyes continued to remain fixed on the screen. Her hand travelled down and into his boxer shorts. She wrapped her fingers around his hardening shaft and began to gently stroke him. She began pumping his shaft in tandem with his fingers moving in and out of her wet tunnel.
They continued with their foreplay for some more minutes till Dawn breathed out her wish. "Take me, Danny, take me now," she whispered, breathing highly irregularly. Now Danny was completely surprised. It would be the first time they would be doing it on the sitting couch even before the serial came anywhere near to a close for the evening, but he wasn't complaining. He quickly stepped out of his clothes and then watched Dawn as she adjusted herself and stuck her ass up in the air, her nightie pulled up and around her waist. By now the serial was all but forgotten. For some moments he stood behind his wife, stroking his lengthening cock as he admired her smooth, round ass. Her vaginal lips were parted, and he could see the inner pink lips. His cock had stretched out to its complete seven-and-a-half inches; it was long and on the thicker side, the circumcised head a bright tomato red. Danny moved closer and lovingly ran his palms over his wife's buttock cheeks, caressing them, admiring them. He then began running his tongue up and down her ass crack, leaving a trial of wet saliva.
"Ohhh ..." moaned Dawn as her womanly scent filled up the room. Her eyes were closed tight, and her mouth was half open as she enjoyed the sexual sensations building up inside her. Finally, Danny stood behind his wife and began rubbing his knob up and down Dawn's wet suit. "Aahhh ... yes! Yes, put it in, Danny Brown. I need you" she moaned out softly, knowing fully well that the real fun was just about to begin.
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The next morning Danny left early for his old firm's office. A couple of years earlier he had resigned from his post of Vice President. His company really didn't want him to go; he had been with them for over twenty years, beginning as a site engineer and gradually making his way up the hierarchy. But Danny was adamant. He had discussed the issue with Dawn before taking it up with his company. With their c***dren taking up jobs and starting families, the two felt they needed more "my time" for meeting their extending families more often. In a couple of years Dawn would also be putting in her papers. They finally agreed that he would continue to be associated with them as a consultant. The idea appealed to Danny as he could continue to be in touch with the construction industry while his old company would benefit from his vast experience. As per understanding, Danny would visit the office two to three times a week unless something important came up. This gave him ample free time to pursue his hobbies, namely golf. On the other hand, Dawn held a senior post in the accounts department of a Dallas based company having a chain of retail shops across the state. She had been with them almost sence they had been married her boss Harry Wolman. There were times when Danny would fondly recollect their years spent in Dallas. Both their k**s had been born and raised there and sometimes he wished they had settled there after retirement, but Dawn had not been keen. As she reasoned, they were closer to their k**s and grandc***dren from Houston and that mattered more than the nostalgic memories of the past. Better to live in the present than the past had been her line of reasoning. Danny didn't see any reason to argue with that and with the consultancy offer, it didn't seem to be a bad choice at all.
That evening there were some more updates in the prime-time news about the fallen General and his mistress. Looking at the frantic media coverage the affair was getting, it seemed as though this was the next best thing to have happened for the press industry since the sad and tragic events surrounding Lady Diana's demise. According to the newsreader, the woman involved had told her friends that she regretted the damage done to her family and others by her affair.
"You know what?" said Danny to his wife as she handed him his glass of wine. "She says she regrets the hurt she has caused her family, but she has nowhere mentioned that she's sorry for the affair. How can a woman ... or for that matter a man ... be so ambitious and totally focused upon climbing the corporate ladder? Did it never once cross her mind that she was being deceitful and breaking the trust bestowed upon her by her husband?"
"How can you be so sure that this affair was all about ambition and glamour?" replied Dawn softly as she sipped her wine.
Danny was taken aback by the reply. He looked sharply at his wife who continued to stare at the TV screen.
"That lady out there is not a twenty something immature girl but a fully mature forty-year-old woman! You mean she deliberately and consciously made the decision to step out of her marriage? Are you saying that she developed feelings which should have been reserved for her husband and ventured headlong into a steamy affair ignoring even her c***dren and the repercussions it could have on their future upbringing?" asked Danny incredulously.
By now the news channel was showing some old clippings where the woman could be seen doing push-ups along with the person interviewing her. It had been taken around the time the mistress had released a book about her lover, written by her. It was the General's biography. Of course, at that time the world didn't know that the General and the writer were also sleeping together when not discussing the book.
"Danny, women and men don't think alike. Try and understand what I'm trying to say. If one were to ask women their most cherished moment, most of them will tell you about a picnic outing incident or coffee at a bistro one rainy afternoon, but the guy involved would most probably recount the various positions they had sex in AFTER returning home from the bistro."
For some moments neither spoke as Danny tried to understand the point his wife was trying to make. Then Dawn continued, "During the time the lady was drafting the biography, the two of them were thrown together for many months, if not years, and most probably gradually developed a mutual bond of sorts, a coming together of two minds."
"And bodies too," replied Danny testily. It seemed as though his wife was condoning the actions of the erring couple. Dawn pressed her lips together on hearing her husband's outburst and continued to gaze steadily at the TV screen.
"That guy is old enough to play grandfather to her young k**s. At least he should have shown the maturity ... which our leaders thought he had before assigning him those important foreign postings ... for ensuring that the mutual infatuation did not cross any unreasonable limits," continued Danny in a tone he normally reserved for lecturing his juniors.
"Ah! If only one's heart could think and behave rationally like one's mind. It was an affair of the heart, fully consummated by the two," she whispered.
Danny was flabbergasted. He could not believe what he had just heard his wife say. The way she was going on was as if this was another episode of one of her tear-jerker soap operas.
"For the sake of her family and young c***dren, if nothing else, I hope her husband thinks of her betrayal in the same way as you do," he replied testily.
There it was once again. He was sure he felt her muscles tense up on hearing him say that; she was sitting a bit straighter too. Perhaps he should not have sounded as harsh as he did, thought Danny. It seemed they had u*********sly taken sides here. He had sided with the betrayed guy while his wife had sided with the adulterous woman. Danny picked up the remote and changed channels.
The next few days Danny really didn't get time to follow up on the affair of the fallen General and his married mistress. He and Dawn were expecting their c***dren and grandc***dren over for Thanksgiving and Dawn had given him a long list of things to do. There were items to be purchased for the little ones who were, it seems, in constant touch with their grandmother thru their parents' mobile numbers. Then there was the precious chinaware to be safely put aside in the attic. The idea was to give their grandc***dren enough open space to run around freely without crashing into something expensive. Danny got so involved in his chores that he decided to forgo his golfing session. Little did he know that his decision would change his life forever. He spent the whole day wrapping up the expensive dinner set items in soft cloths and old newspapers and then putting them in cardboard boxes which were then hauled up to the attic. That done, he began moving some of the other fragile living room items to the garage.
He didn't hear the doorbell ring the first time as he had been busy putting things in place in the garage. By the time he re-entered the main house, the guy from the courier service was more or less keeping his finger continuously pressed to the bell. Danny glanced around quickly before making way to the front door. He still had a lot of things to complete.
"You the Browns?" asked the courier boy nonchalantly, as he obviously shifted his chewing gum from one side of his mouth to another. "Parcel for you," he continued in the same breath as he held out a paper for Danny to sign.
"These k**s of today just have no manners," grumbled Danny as he slammed the door shut. He put the box on the kitchen table at the same time as looking to see who the sender was. It bore his name, "D. Brown," and was from a legal firm in Dallas. The fact that it was sent by somebody from their old town raised his curiosity.
Perhaps, had he not been so preoccupied, he would have realized that the initials "D. Brown" could also stand for "Dawn Brown." Perhaps he would have then let Dawn open up the parcel after she had returned from work. But things didn't happen that way; Danny picked up a kitchen knife and slit open the packing tape.
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The sound of Dawn's car turning into their driveway in the evening broke the eerie silence prevailing in the Brown's residence for the past several hours. It was followed by the sound of her car door opening and then closing. A few moments later Dawn walked into the house thru the garage door.
"Hi, honey, I'm home," she called out as she busied herself with the task of putting down some shopping bags she had been carrying along with the bag carrying her laptop. "My, my, somebody has been really busy today," she continued in a light tone as she surveyed the disarrayed scene in the living room.
"Honey, c'mon down and join me in the kitchen. I'm gonna brew up some real hot coffee for both of us," said Dawn as she made her way to the kitchen. The fact that her husband hadn't responded till now didn't seem to have aroused her curiosity.
"Hey, what do we have here?" he heard his wife say. Danny looked down thru his red rimmed eyes at the photocopied paper he held in his now almost numb hands. Until just recently, they had been trembling uncontrollably. Danny gripped the piece of paper in his hands as though his very life depended on it. He had rearranged the parcel contents just as he had found them, with the letter addressed by his wife's lover at the very top. He knew that's what she must be looking at this very moment. Danny put on his reading glasses and began reading the letter once again, knowing full well that his wife must be doing the same also.
My Dearest Pretty Petals,
If you have this letter in your pretty hands and are reading it, then let me tell you, my dear, that my time in this world has come to a close and the Lord ordains that I be at his Heavenly Abode.
First things first, please, please, do not grieve for me. I'm an old man in my seventies;
So, like I just said, please do not grieve for me. In fact, it's now time to be reunited with my girl. My c***dren are well settled, and I pray our c***dern are well, my Pretty Petals, say your goodbyes with a smile to this senile old man. If there's life after death then it's time to start up all again and check out where my Martha is.
And as for you, my Pretty Petals, if it had not been for your loving care and kindness all those years especially during those dreadful days after my Martha died. You took me in your loving care, comforting me like a mother would comfort a grieving c***d. The warmth of your love and our intimacy worked like a magic potion. You know, the truth is, I always had a soft spot for you in spite of our age difference. Whether it was watching you at work or watching you being busy during our c***dren's birthday party, I always had a strong affection for you. Perhaps in many ways you reminded me of my younger days when my k**s were at home and Martha and I had our hands full. Those special touches and naughty whispers that you girls in the office gossiped and laughed about were really meant for you alone. I said those things to the other girls just to cover my tracks. It seemed it worked out okay as whenever you girls in the office would exchange notes my naughtiness would figure high and you all laugh it away as an old man's senility.
And then after I was left alone in this world, I saw another side of you, a caring and loving side. Have you ever wondered what the symbol representing womanhood (a full circle with an equilateral cross) signifies? Well, let me tell you: the circle represents spirit and the cross represents matter. And you, my dear Dawn, are the epitome of womanhood. You nurtured this fatally wounded soul back to health, giving it a reason for living. If Martha is watching me write these last words to you, I'm sure she wholeheartedly agrees.
And the physical intimacy that you shared with me? It was fantastic! You were always so alive, filled with energy (and naughty tricks). Even the Playboy girls could learn a thing or two from you. In short, you are the epitome of womanhood, in spirit, in mind, and definitely in body too. May the Lord fill each minute and second of your life with happiness and good health! You love c***dren and I hope the Lord gives you many more of the cuddly young 'uns.
Well, Pretty Petals, it's taking quite an effort to pen my eternal gratefulness to you. Let me come to my main reasons for writing this letter to you. The first reason you have perhaps already guessed by looking at the stack of photos and CD's enclosed with this letter in the parcel. Yes, you guessed right. These are memories of our togetherness. Please forgive me for this voyeuristic streak in me but you know me so well that perhaps you were already aware of it though you never spoke about it. Well, I had cameras strategically fixed in my office and home. But rest assured I've never shared these memories of our togetherness with anyone, not even with some of the ladies with whom I shared friendship ... that too at your behest and you know all about them. With my end near, I could not bear to burn them so I'm sending them to you. Please keep them close to your heart forever as I have.
And now for the other reason. Darling, my lawyers will be shortly getting in touch with you about a cheque for two million dollars made out in your favor. Remember that trip we took to Miami for two days? We had sailed out of the harbor and lived totally nude under the open, blue skies? (Sigh.) that's one trip I wish I had taken my surveillance camera also. We snorkeled in the nude then spent the whole lazy afternoon making love on the open deck. Then we would prepare dinner, get drunk, and then again make love in the living quarters. Those were great moments we shared together. You may also remember that on the last day we visited an art gallery and you selected some portraits. Well, my Pretty Petals, they are now estimated to be worth close to a couple of million dollars and I don't think I should pass that on to any of my c***dren. I have instructed my lawyers to get a fair price for them and send the full proceeds over to you. Additionally, I am sending you 0ne million cash consider it an overdue bonus. If you wish, you can send your bank details to my lawyer and he will have them electronically transferred to your bank account.
Well, I think I have said all that I wanted to. My dearest Pretty Petals, I again wish all the very best in life to you.
Take care.
Forever indebted to you,
Peachie
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