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"Good morning, thank you for calling Wentworth Investments, this is Gerry speaking, how may I help you, today?" The phone rarely rang before nine thirty, so Gerry had a pretty good idea who was calling at nine-oh- seven on Thursday morning. "Well, hello, Miss Morley," the snide voice on the other end of the phone oozed through the receiver. "How are we doing today, sweet cheeks?" Gerry sighed. "Good morning, Mr Williams. How may I direct your call today." "Oh, I'd say that my call has been perfectly directed already, Miss Morley. I'm looking at my calendar and I seem to be available from eleven till, hmmm, well, my afternoon looks wide open. Why don't I drop by at, say, eleven forty five and we can go to Anna Maria's Restaurant for lunch, then... who knows." "Mr Williams," Gerry's voice was nervous and he spoke in hushed tones, "I'm afraid that today just won't work for me, it's very busy around here and..." "You're not trying to avoid me, are you, Gerry? I mean, I'm just trying to catch up on lost time with an old buddy, right? An old buddy who suddenly seems to have sprouted luscious tits and has killer legs, sure, but an old buddy, nonetheless." "Not at all, Mr Williams, it's just that..." "I really like that, Gerry. That submissive, little girl quality you've developed. When I hear you call me 'Mr Williams..." he sighed, "... well, it just makes my day, sweet cheeks. I hope that you're giving me a little curtsy every time you say it, too." Gerry felt his flesh crawl. "Tell you what, since you're into this kind of submissive little girl stuff, now, I'll make all the decisions. Eleven forty five. Ditch the baby. Anna Maria's for lunch and make sure that mommy knows that you'll be gone for most of the afternoon." "Mr Williams, I am married..." "Who gives a shit? So am I. Eleven forty five. Be ready." "Mr Williams... please..." "Ooh, begging. We're off to a good start, sweetheart. I'm hanging up now. Remember, mommy wants our business, so look pretty and be nice to me, or else." Gerry sighed, again. "Yes, Mr Williams." "Oh, and one last thing! On your break this morning, you may want to run over to that drug store across the street and get some KY Jelly. I don't usually need it, but... well, I'm sure you understand. Hey, get some with that warming agent in it. I've always wanted to try that. Till later, cutie!" He disconnected the call. Gerry looked up and made eye contact with his wife, sitting at her desk. He'd never felt so dirty in his life. The very thought of cheating on Stevie was nauseating, but to do so with any man, especially Bob Williams, was absolutely vomit inducing. "Are you ok?" Dayna asked. "No, not really." He was on the verge of tears. Stevie stood and crossed to Gerry, her face looking serious. "You ok, baby?" "No. I feel awful." "I know, love, but listen." She pushed a button on her phone and they heard 'Well, hello, Miss Morley. How are we doing today, sweet cheeks?' "I got the whole thing and I've already transferred it to an MP4 file." Gerry just nodded. "Well, good morning, Mr Kirkland," they heard Taylor speaking into her phone, "this is Taylor Wentworth over at Wentworth Investments, how are you today, sir?" - she listened - "Well, I'm very well, thank you for asking. The reason I'm calling is because my associate and sister-in- law, Stevie Wentworth..." - "Yes, that's her, the other tall woman, anyway, Mr Kirkland, Stevie and I have some rather important and somewhat, shall we say, sensitive information that we'd like to discuss with you and the older Mr Williams as soon as possible." - "Well, sir, I'm afraid that this is extremely time sensitive. Would you have the time to meet Stevie and me at Anna Maria's Restaurant on Baker St. at, say, noon to discuss it?" - "Yes, I do realize that this is short notice, but I guarantee that this information will be of great interest to both you and Mr Williams." - "No, sir, I'd be very appreciative if we could just keep this between the four of us for now." - "Yes, sir, it is very important." - "Thank you, sir. Stevie and I will meet you in front of the restaurant at noon."- "Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr Kirkland." When she hung up, she looked to the reception area and held up a less than victorious thumbs up. "God Almighty," Kate said from the door to her office where she'd stood, arms crossed, throughout the previous few minutes, "you two better know what you're doing or we'll all be living on welfare in a month." She shook her head and returned to her office. Gerry shook his head. Stevie picked up his soft hand and kissed the back of it. "Don't worry, baby. I won't let anything happen to you." As she walked back to her desk, Gerry glanced at Dayna who's hands and laced fingers were pressed to the base of the front of her neck, just above her impressive breasts, her eyes glistening. Confused, Gerry asked, "What?" Dayna sighed. "She loves you, so much." A sad little smile crossed Gerry's lips. "I know." XXX Taylor found Gerry in the ladies' room. He was sitting on a padded bench with a small towel covering his left breast, where Mila was latched on, feeding. His eyes were closed and he looked more exhausted than she'd seen him since he'd left his full time computer programming job. He wasn't sleeping well near the end of that period and she had been very worried about him. "Hey," she said, quietly, as she sat next to him. "Hey," he whispered back. "Didn't sleep well last night?" He chuckled a bit, "I hardly slept at all." "Worried about the adoption?" He smiled a little. "Are you kidding? I can't wait. A little girl of my own to grow up with Mila? I can't imagine anything better. I spent almost two hours online looking at nursery ideas. I want to set everything up for two so that our baby and Mila can be like sisters. I think I drove Stevie crazy suggesting girl's names." "Did you pick one?" "I like Olivia a lot, but Stevie says it's too old fashioned. She likes that you chose a more exotic and modern name for Mila. We have time to figure it out, though. Taylor... I think I can do this. You know... be a good parent. I really do." "Of course you can, honey," Taylor smiled and put an arm around his narrow shoulders. "You're already a better mommy than I am. So much better, that sometimes I'm actually jealous of you." He laughed again. "Sure. A girly looking loser. Who wouldn't be jealous of me?" "Gerry! How can you say that?" Taylor shook her head in disbelief. "Look at you, you're absolutely beautiful and none of us could live without you? Don't ever say something like that again. I'm very proud of you. Be proud of yourself." "Thanks, Taylor. If I think about it, I'm very proud of how I take care of Mila for you and I'm looking forward to doing it with another baby, too." "See? That's what I'm talking about, honey. And that's another reason I'm jealous." "What? Because I'm able to breast feed Mila?" "No. Because you're going to St Thomas and I'm going to have to keep up the breast feeding until you get back. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that I was able to have the bonding time with her that I've had, but I'm not looking forward to being on nursing duty full time, again. Besides, I'm ready to stop the milk-works and move on." She kissed his cheek. "I am DYING for a glass of wine, Gerry. I just can't wait to get back to being myself, again." Gerry smiled at his sister's silliness, but his smile disappeared quickly and he shook his head. "Taylor... I'm scared." "Of what, honey?" "All this... stuff today, you know, with Bob Williams. What if he takes me somewhere and... you know. Taylor, I'm not like you. I'm not strong. Could I even stop him if he..." "He's not going to, baby. Stevie and I will keep our eyes on you." "Taylor... I... I don't want to be raped. And he could, you know. He could rape me and I couldn't stop him. He's much bigger and stronger than me. I'm really scared." "And that's why you were awake all night?" He nodded as he pulled Mila free and brought her to his shoulder and patted her back. "That fear, honey..." Taylor watched how delicately he maneuvered the child, "... that's something women deal with everyday. It's part of being a woman. We all learn about that fear when we're little girls. You were never a little girl, so it's all new to you. It's ok to be scared, though, honey, just... well, just never let a man get into a compromising situation. It's hard, I know, but you need to face these things." He was about to reply when Dayna opened the door. "Oh, here you are. Gerri, there's a woman here to see you. Her name is Maureen... she says she's from Kirkland - Williams and she says it's very important that she speaks to you." Taylor looked at Gerry with a question on her face. Gerry answered the question. "She's the receptionist on Bob Williams Jr's floor." "What does she want?" Taylor asked Dayna. "She just said it was important that she talked to Gerri." Dayna was confused. She only knew a little about what was happening. "Put her in the conference room," Taylor said. "Tell her we'll be right out and have Mrs Wentworth join her." "Your mother?" Dayna asked to be sure. "Jesus Christ, no!" Taylor said, way too loudly. "My sister-in-law - Stevie. We'll be right there." XXX "I really don't know for sure," the very nervous receptionist explained, "but Mr Williams Jr had me book a room at the Sure Winds Hotel this afternoon and there was this real sketchy guy in the office this morning looking for Mr Williams Jr, too. Maybe I shouldn't say anything, but you seem like such a nice girl..." Maureen stuttered for a moment, "... I mean.... Well, anyway... see... there was this girl named Kay who worked with me for a year or so, and she and Mr Williams Jr went to lunch together once and... well... she told me that she thought he'd used roofies on her and... I guess you get the picture. Anyway, she was never really the same after that and, well... like I said... you seemed like such a nice girl, taking care of your niece and all... I just needed to tell you, I guess." Gerry say opposite Maureen with Mila nuzzling his shoulder in an attempt to fall asleep and Stevie on his right and Taylor on his left. As Maureen looked at them, the girl she'd meet a few days ago just looked scared, but the two amazons on either side of him looked very angry. Maureen felt like she was on the spot - as if she was being interrogated by the police. Stevie looked at Taylor and asked, "How far is it to Anna Maria's Restaurant?" Taylor shrugged. "Two blocks? Three? No more than that, I don't think." Stevie nodded. "Listen, baby," she said to Gerry, "when Bob gets here, I want you to insist that you guys walk to the restaurant, ok? Under no circumstances are you to get into a car with him." Gerry nodded, but he was not sure that he could demand that they walk if Bob had other ideas. "I'm sorry," Stevie said to the receptionist, "I've forgotten your name." "Maureen," the girl said. . "Thank you... Maureen, I can't tell you how much we appreciate your help and concern for my husband. He is a very special person and... well, suffice it to say, I could never forgive myself if something happened to him." Maureen nodded and sighed. "I really hope that we can keep all of this between us. You know, there could be, like, repercussions for me if anyone at Kirkland-Williams were to find out that I came here behind their back." Taylor stood and offered Maureen her hand. "Of course, Maureen. Thank you for your help and if we can ever reciprocate, please let me know." "I'd better get back before I'm missed," Maureen said as she stood. "Thank you, Maureen," Gerry said, still a bit stunned. "Listen, maybe over the weekend, or something, would you come and have dinner with us? I'm a really good cook." "He really is," both Taylor and Stevie said simultaneously. Maureen slung her purse over her shoulder as she prepared to leave. "Thank you," she smiled, "but I need to take a rain check on that. I've got family commitments all weekend, but I'd love to another time, though." Gerry stood, with difficulty due to the belly and the infant sleeping on his shoulder. "Thank you, again." He kissed the woman's cheek and smiled. XXX "Ready to go to lunch, little lady!?" Bob Williams entered the office with a burst of self important bravado. "Just a minute, please, Mr Williams," Gerry stalled as he strapped Mia into her carrier. "Let me just bring Mila to her mother." "Yeah. Her mother," he laughed, "your sister. Or cousin. Or total stranger or, whatever." Gerry took Mila and headed into the offices, leaving Dayna at the reception desk. "So," Bob oozed as he spoke, "what's you're name, beautiful?" "Dayna, and you can forget about coming on to me, Mr Williams. I know all about you and I'm not interested." "Really!? Gerry talks about me, huh? All good things, I hope." "No, actually, I haven't heard a single good thing, to tell the truth." Bob chuckled. "Well, that's because my old buddy Gerry hasn't met my friend 'Little Bob,' yet. Wait until tomorrow. He'll be daydreaming about me by then." Dayna scowled at him. "Does this technique work with anyone, Mr Williams? This, 'being a pig' mentality seems awfully nineteen seventies to me." "Ahh," Bob winked, "a lesbian. I get it." Dayna shook her head and went back to her work. XXX "Call me, now," Taylor said, quietly. "Then put the phone into the mesh pouch of the sports-purse I bought you. I'll be able to hear you in my ear pods." Gerry did as he was told, dialed, set the phone on speaker and Taylor confirmed that she could hear him. "Good, now Stevie is already at Anna Maria's, sitting in the bar. I'll be right behind you while you walk. Be sure that you put your purse on the table and we'll make sure that his bosses know what a creep he is." "Taylor... what if they don't care? What if they're ok with him behaving the way he does? Isn't there a chance that they'll pat him on the back for being a creep and then mom could lose the account?" Taylor shrugged. "I suppose it's possible, Gerry, but I certainly hope that Mr Kirkland is a rational man and he'll see how messed up Bob Jr is. I would imagine that Bob Sr might be a tougher guy to convince, but, come on, the guy is blackmailing an employee of a partnering firm. That's a lawsuit waiting to happen. Right?" Gerry shrugged, then heard a loud whistle coming from reception. When he looked in that direction, Bob pointed impatiently at his watch. "I gotta go," Gerry whispered to his sister. "Don't leave me alone, ok?" "Not for a minute, honey." She smiled and kissed his cheek. "Be brave. I'll be right behind you." He nodded and headed to the reception area where he grabbed his unstylish purse, which served their purposes today. He tucked his phone, which was already connected to Taylor's, into the mesh pocket on the side of the sporty purse and headed out with Bob. As soon as the door closed, Taylor grabbed Mila's carrier and ran into her mother's office. "I'll be back as soon as I can, mom. Gerry just fed her and put her in a fresh diaper. She should be fine for as long as I'm gone." Kate shook her head at her daughter. "Please, don't be long, Taylor. I have a lot on my schedule this afternoon." "No, you don't, mom. I checked your calendar. You don't have anything until after four o'clock. I'll be back well before that." Kate huffed. "This had better go well, Taylor. I don't understand why you're escalating things this way. We should just let Gerry go on his own and see how things play out. He's a grown man, for crying out loud. He can take care of himself." "No, mom, he can't and you know it. And he's not a grown man, he's... Well... He's going through a lot and he needs help. My help, Stevie's help and it would be really nice if he got your help, too." "Oh, for crying out loud, Taylor! I've given his wife a wonderful career, I gave them a downpayment on their townhouse as a wedding present and in the past few weeks, I've spent hundreds of dollars on his new... lifestyle. I always support both of you and you know it." "Alright, mom. I'm sorry if I upset you, but I need to go, right now. Will you watch your granddaughter, or should I ask Erin to watch her for you?" "Don't be flippant, Taylor. Leave Mila with me and go, but handle those men with kit gloves. I do not want to lose their business. Am I making myself perfectly clear?" "You are, mom, yes, but I need to run so I can use my kit gloves to keep your only son from being raped by the son of your very wealthy client. See you in an hour or so. Bye." The door slammed a little harder than she'd intended, but she was in too much of a rush to care. XXX "Reservation for Williams," Bob told the girl at the desk at Anna Maria's Restaurant. "I requested a private table, please." His hand was touching the bright green, silk material at the lower back of Gerry's dress, occasionally grazing the top of his rump. Gerry looked around, but couldn't see Stevie in the bar. He looked out the window behind him and couldn't see Taylor approaching, either. He felt very alone. "This way, please," the girl said, grabbing two menus and leading them towards the back of the restaurant. When they reached a table in the rear, Bob pulled out a chair for Gerry, but Gerry moved to the other side of the table and sat facing the door. He placed his small, unstylish purse on the table and pulled his chair in for himself. When the waitress had told them the specials and left them alone, Bob said, "You know, a pretty girl like you has got to get used to being pampered by her dates. Something as simple as holding out a chair for a lady shouldn't be viewed as an unwanted advance." "Mr Williams..." "Bob." "... Mr. Williams, this is not a date. I'm not sure why you wanted to have lunch with me, but here we are." "Of course you know why, sweet cheeks. I made that clear." As he spoke, Gerry spotted Stevie heading to the door to meet Taylor and Mr Kirkland and Mr Williams Sr. He breathed a sigh of relief. "By the way," Bob looked Gerry right in the eye, "did you have a chance to get to the drug store before lunch?" "No," Gerry responded, a flash of hot fear surging through his body. "Really? Ok. Have it your way. I like it when the girl is tight. I was just thinking of you. See - I'm being a total gentleman, here. Am I your first date with a guy?" "It's not a date." "Sure it is. Have you, you know, taken it up the ass before? Another guy, maybe, or does your wife have a dildo that she uses on you? Or has it all just been a fantasy up until this point? Is that it? You're just playing a game? Well, let me tell you, baby, I'm here to make your dreams come true. When I'm done with you, you'll be on your knees, begging for more." Gerry opened the menu and looked at the selections, trying desperately to ignore the asshole opposite him. "Or, maybe it's not just a game." Bob reached across and grabbed Gerry's left hand. "Mr Williams, please..." "Oh, quiet, sweet cheeks. I just want to see the ring. New, isn't it. From your wife? Certainly not made for a man, and it looks pretty goddamned expensive. You guys are all in on this thing, aren't you. Say, do you suppose that your wife might like to join us in a threesome? I mean, she must wonder what it's like to be fucked by a man, instead of a chick with a dick." "You're a pig," Gerry whispered. "I'm a guy, Gerry. I'm a rich, powerful guy and I like women. To tell you the truth, you won't be my first tranny, either." Gerry recoiled at the ugliness of the word. "Ever been to Asia? Whoo-eee they know how to make a pretty sissy over there. Those whores in a Thailand... unbelievable! We should go sometime. I'm sure you could learn a lot from them." Gerry's stomach rolled with fear and disgust. "Since I mentioned being on your knees, baby, do you have any experience giving blowjobs?" "Don't be disgusting," Gerry snapped back. "Well, don't worry," Bob actually laughed at Gerry's reaction, "by the time you go home today, you'll be a pro. I'll teach you all you need to know. I'm an excellent coach." "May I take your order," the waitress interrupted, mercifully. "Fillet mignon," Bob smiled, "and the lady will have a Cobb salad. I'll have a beer and the lady will have a good white wine." "Excellent," the waitress said. "Actually," Gerry stopped her, "I would rather just have a cup of the Italian Wedding Soup, and I'll just stick to water. Thank you." The waitress glanced at Bob for confirmation. He just raised his eyes and smirked in a 'women - what can you do' expression. "You're not being very romantic, Gerry." "I don't feel very romantic, Mr Williams. I was blackmailed into going to lunch with you, but that's all. Now, what do you want to talk to me about? I am here to do whatever I need to do in order to be sure that my mother's business isn't destroyed because of my... situation." "Why didn't you take the glass of wine I ordered for you?" "What?" The question caught Gerry off guard. "Well... if you must know... I can't." "Why not? Are you an alcoholic? Do you have diabetes? What's wrong with a little wine?" Gerry sighed. "I'm... I'm lactating, so I can't have any alcohol." Bob laughed at him. "Lactating. Geez, Gerry, you're taking this all the way, aren't you. Pretty face, nice hair and makeup, a plump, pregnant belly and milky tits. You're the whole fucking package, young lady. I'd love to see you scooting around the kitchen, barefoot and submissive, then take you into the bedroom and fuck you like a whore, just like you want." "Mr. Williams..." Gerry tried to bring some civility to the conversation, but Bob slammed his hand down on the table to shut him up. He also attracted the attention of several diners. "You will call me 'Bob,' do you understand?" He hissed in an angry whisper. "I don't know what caused you to turn into this freak, but I gotta tell you, it turns me the fuck on. Now, I'm going to fuck you before the afternoon is over and you're going to enjoy every second of it, you little bitch. You got that? And if I want you to have a little wine to make you relax, then that's what you're going to do. Got it?" Gerry shivered, but didn't reply. Why weren't Taylor and Stevie coming yo help him? Couldn't they hear this? Suddenly, Bob's face turned into a knowing smile and he sat back and folded his arms. "Holy shit," he laughed. "I just realized... it's not because you're lactating... you're breast feeding your niece, aren't you?" Gerry didn't respond, but Bob took the look of fear on his face as confirmation of his question. "You are, aren't you? You're a wet nurse for a baby, Gerry. You used to be a man, but now you're just a fucking wet nurse. Oh, this is just too fucking good. I am going to enjoy fucking you, baby. An innocent little wet nurse who used to be a man. You're going to scream my name and beg for more. I guarantee it. Tell, you what," he leaned closer, "pretend to drop your fork and kneel down to get it. Then crawl between my legs and blow me, you little cunt. Go on. You know you want to." He reached over and knocked the fork off the table and stared hungrily at Gerry. Then, in an angry, forceful whisper, he spat, "Get it, Gerry. Go on. Go get it, then crawl, Gerry. Crawl under the table. No one will see. Crawl under and unzip me. Pull out my big hairy cock and worship it, Gerry. Go on. Do it. It's what you want, you little slut, isn't it? Now, go. On your knees, bitch. Right... fucking... now... " he leaned so far forward that he was nearly nose to nose with Gerry. "...cunt." Gerry could feel his warm, foul breath and he could see the lustful sweat forming on Bob's face. He wanted to hit him. To spit at him. To throw water in his face. Something. Anything. But all he could do was shiver with fear. He was going to be raped by this man. He knew it. This horrible excuse for a human being was going to take him, hurt him, penetrate him - rape him. There was no place to run. No one would help if he screamed. It was all going to happen. His life was never going to be the same after this. From here on out, he'd be a victim. "May I join you?" The strong, baritone voice interrupted both of their thoughts. Gerry looked up to see the very perturbed face of Ben Kirkland. "Ben!" Bob said with a more shaky bravado than earlier. "What a coincidence. Yeah, of course, please join us." "Good afternoon, young lady," Kirkland gave Gerry a nod and a business smile. "It's Gerri, isn't it? I believe we met at Wentworth a few days ago." Gerry accepted the offered handshake. "Yes, sir. Very nice to see you, again." "Yes, I imagine it would be, under the circumstances. I hate to be rude, young lady, but could you excuse us. I need to have a few words with my young associate, and I believe that your wife and sister are waiting for you in the booth closest to the entrance." Gerry stood, shakily, and Kirkland steadied him. "Do you need some help?" "No, sir, but,... thank you." "My apologies, young lady," Kirkland said, quietly. "I will deal with this." Bob stood and made to embrace Gerry. "I'll call you, Gerry," he smiled. Then to Kirkland, he said, "Nice girl. We went to high school together, you know." "Sit down, Bob," Kirkland said, forcefully. "Do not touch that woman." Bob laughed. "Ben. Gerry and I are old friends. In fact, Gerry's not even really..." "Shut up, Bob. Shut up and sit down. Keep your hands to yourself and do not say a word for the next ten minutes." "Ben..." "Shut up, Bob. Now. Or I'll call the police and have you arrested for attempted sexual assault." Then he turned to Gerry and said. "I apologize young lady. I'm sorry you had to hear that. Please excuse us." "Of... of course," Gerry muttered as he moved away, towards his wife, who he had just realized was standing by the front door. When he reached her, she said, "I'm sorry it took so long, Gerry. Mr Kirkland wanted to go over earlier, but Mr Williams was arguing with him about it until Mr Kirkland told him to leave. Come on. Have a seat." "No," he muttered as he shook, "I need to leave. Right now. I need to get away from this place, right now." "I know, baby, but we need to see how Mr Kirkland is going to handle this..." "No!" He said it much louder than he'd intended. "I NEED to leave. I NEED to leave now. Right now, Stevie." "Ok, baby," she hushed him, trying not to make a scene. "Let's just have a drink of water first and give you a minute to calm down, then..." "No!" Gerry pushed his wife away for the first time, ever, and he bolted out the front door and was already running as fast as his heels and jiggly physiology would allow by the time Stevie had signaled Taylor to grab their purses and follow her. Stevie's long, athletic stride allowed her to catch up with her husband within twenty long strides and Taylor was right behind her. "Let me go!" Gerry shouted. "Let me go!" "Baby, baby, baby," Stevie tried to calm him down, but he was blind with tears and hurt and rage and he fought against her. "Calm down, baby." "No!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, "You were going to let him do it! You were going to let him put me on my knees! You were going to let him make me take him... I was scared to death and you just sat there! Let me go!" "Gerry, Gerry, please, listen to me. I wasn't going to, baby! I wasn't. I swear! I was trying to get to you, but Mr Kirkland stopped me and said he'd do it. I know, he took forever getting Mr Williams to leave, but I couldn't get past him, baby. I swear, baby. I never would have let him hurt you." By now, Taylor had caught up with them and was trying to calm him down as well. "Honest, Gerry. Taylor was on her way when Mr Kirkland said he'd handle it." "Leave me alone!" Gerry was still struggling to pull free, Stevie pulled him into a tight hug. "What the fuck is wrong with you two?" suddenly came from behind Stevie. They turned and saw Bob Williams Sr standing there, red in the face with anger. "What kind of a game are you playing, sending this tranny to trap my son and destroy his career and maybe his marriage?" "Look, Mr Williams," Taylor tried to explain, "Bob created this problem for himself. Didn't you hear what he was saying to my brother? He was the aggressor in all of this." "Oh, give me a fucking break," Williams scoffed as he pushed past Taylor and tried to pull Gerry from Stevie. "Come with me, you little freak," he spoke in a gruff, threatening voice, "I need to straighten you out." Without a moment's hesitation, Stevie grabbed the lapel of William's suit coat and pulled him in front of her, then she pulled back her right hand and formed a strong, firm fist. "Stevie...!" Taylor yelled in an attempt to stop the inevitable from happening, but Stevie was so angry that she could only see Williams' face, surrounded by red fury and could only hear the pumping of blood in her ears. Nothing could have stopped what was about to happen. "NEVER TOUCH MY HUSBAND, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Stevie growled as she landed a punch directly on the bridge of Williams' nose, causing blood to gush out and Williams to stagger backwards before his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, clutching his bleeding face. "Shit!" Taylor gasped as Gerry stared in mute amazement. "Oh, my God," Stevie uttered in a shocked whisper, not knowing quite what to do. "Come on!" Taylor shouted as she grabbed her brother and sister-in-law by their hands and moved hurriedly away, down the street and around two corners till they came to Maury's Deli, a place busy with lunch traffic, where they could find a table in the back to gather their thoughts. "Holy shit, holy shit," Stevie muttered. "I can't believe I did that. I'm done. Your mother is going to fire me, for sure. I've ruined everything. I'm going to have to move. I won't be able to stay living next to your mother. Baby, I'm so sorry. I've messed everything up. I'm going to have to leave. I just punched your mother's biggest client in the nose. I'll probably be arrested for this." "Alright, alright," Taylor held up her hands to get everyone to slow down, "we need to figure this out. Mom's not going to go crazy. You're her daughter-in-law, Stevie. She's going to understand that you were just trying to protect your husband from being assaulted." "Really, Tay!? YOUR mother is going to understand that I lost my temper and just lost her an account worth over a billion dollars!? Have you MET your mother!? This is not going to go unpunished. I'm about to be fired - BY MY MOTHER-IN-LAW! I live next door to her, Tay! I just punched the biggest account she's ever had in the nose. I won't be able to look at her ever again, let alone see her every morning and evening! I'm done, Tay. I am done!" "Now, come on. I'll talk to her..." "Talk to her as much as you want, Tay, she's going to fire me at best, destroy me at worst. She warned us not to mess things up, and I certainly didn't heed that warning. Oh, my God... baby, I'm so sorry. I've ruined everything. Christ, how could I have done that?" "Alright, just stop it, Stevie," Taylor grabbed her sister-in-law's hand to get her attention. "My mother may be a bit... cool at times, but she loves you like a daughter. We'll get through this. I promise." "Oh, please," Stevie chuckled, sardonically, "she was fine with me as long as I did what she wanted. I just ruined her business, Taylor. I just punched one of the partners in her biggest client's firm square in the nose." "To protect your husband, for Chrissake, Stevie! My mother's son. She will understand that." "Bullshit," Stevie scoffed. "I've known your mother long enough to know that l'm through, I'm done, I'm out." She stopped for a breath and looked at Gerry, who was startled and pale. "Are you ok, baby?" She asked. He shook his head. "No. I'm not, but... Stevie... thank you. I can't believe you did that for me." She reached across the table with her free hand and took his in hers. "I will never let anyone hurt you, baby. I mean that. I love you so much..." Taylor took his free and in hers and smiled at her feminine, little brother. "We both love you, Gerry." She squeezed the hands of both her brother and sister-in-law. "That asshole had it coming." Then she laughed a little. "I wasn't 'man' enough to punch him in the nose," she couldn't help but chuckle at that, "but, Goddamnit, he had it coming!" They all laughed a bit at that. "What about mom?" Gerry asked, very concerned. He knew that his relationship with his mother was more complicated than Taylor's, but he hadn't set out to sabotage her biggest account. "Yeah," Taylor shook her head, "what about mom? That is the question of the day, I suppose. I'm tempted to just not go back to work and let her process everything and cool down a bit, but... she does have Mila, so... what do we tell mom?" Stevie shook her head. "I'm sorry, guys, I really am, but when I saw that son of a bitch touch Gerry..." "I know, Stevie," Taylor squeezed her hand. "You only did what I wanted to do." "But you didn't, did you?" Stevie took a breath and finally began to calm the adrenaline rush that had over taken her. "I swear, when I saw that son of a bitch touch Gerry... I couldn't even think straight. I just wanted... well, to tell the truth, I wanted to actually kill him. I've never felt such rage in my life." "Excuse me," a voice from the aisle next to them spoke softly. "I don't mean to interrupt, but are you all ok?" They all looked up and saw a fit man in his late thirties or early forties, with a little grey in his well groomed hair, wearing a suit that must have cost at least three thousand dollars. "I saw what happened back on Flagler Ave. Are you all alright? Can I call someone for you, or offer you a ride home?" "Oh," Stevie smiled as much as she could, "no, thank you, though. You're very kind." "Are you alright?" He looked directly at Gerry, concern evident in his expression. "I think so, yes. Thank you," he smiled as best he could. "Pardon my French," the man laid a large, gentle hand on Gerri's small, feminine shoulder, "but what kind of a jackass treats a pregnant woman that way?" Then he smiled at Stevie, "I was running across the street to intervene when you flattened that S.O.B. with that punch of yours. Very impressive." Stevie smirked. "Thanks, I'll try to keep that in mind when the police are handcuffing me." "Oh, I doubt that will happen," the man smiled and handed her a business card, "but in case that idiot should decide to file charges, call me." The card read 'Russell Cahill, Attorney at Law.' The name of one of Florida's most well known defense attorneys was well known to all three of them. They'd heard his name in dozens of news stories. Stevie was the first to read the card before passing it along. Each was duly impressed. "Thank you, Mr Cahill," Stevie said with genuine gratitude. "I certainly will call if anything comes of all of this." He nodded. "Do you know who you socked on the nose back there?" "I do," Stevie felt a bit of shame. "Then you know that he's one of the most obnoxious sons of bitches in this part of Florida. I doubt that he's going to want any publicity that involves him being flattened by one punch thrown by a beautiful woman, but should he decide to come after you... just give me a call. I'll put him in his place for you." For the first time, Stevie breathed a bit more easily, the tension unwinding in her chest. "Thank you, Mr Cahill. I'll call if I need to." He smiled a very friendly, confident smile, and winked at all three of them. "Call me Russ. Have a good day, ladies." He started to leave, but Taylor thought of something and hustled after him. Stevie and Gerry watched as she spoke to him and gestured back towards the table. Russ Cahill looked back at them and seemed to smile a bit more before he spoke quietly to Taylor, shook her hand and went on his way. "What did you say to him?" Stevie asked as Taylor returned to the table. "I explained that Gerry wasn't the woman he appeared to be." Gerry let out a worried sigh. The friendly glance that the lawyer had given them suddenly seemed more menacing than it had. "What did he say?" "He said," Taylor smiled, "that, since his attack on you was due to your choice to live an alternative lifestyle, it would actually be considered a hate crime, which is a federal offense. He said that, if he gave us any trouble, he'd enjoy dragging both of the Williams men into court and destroying their reputations." "Well," Stevie chuckled, "that seems to solve one problem. Now, as for Kate...? "You know what," Taylor seemed strangely confident all of a sudden, "I don't want think about my mother right now. I want a nice cup of Maury's delicious chicken noodle soup. I think we all need to get a little something into our stomachs and to take a few minutes to get our heads straight before facing 'Mommy Dearest' and explaining that we just lost her her most lucrative client." She stood and headed to the counter to get soup for all of them. "Are you ok, baby?" Stevie took one of Gerry's hands in both of hers and rubbed it, tenderly. "I guess," he took a deep breath and let it out a big sigh. "Mom's going to kill me, isn't she?" Stevie shrugged. "Who knows. You really didn't do anything, though, baby. It was me that punched Bob Sr. in the nose. Whatever happens, we'll face it together, though. Ok?" He nodded, then he spoke in a sheepish voice. "I'm sorry about what I said before - when I was upset about no one coming to help me." She shook her head. "We shouldn't have done what we did, baby. I think that Taylor and I got into being Nancy Drews and we lost track of your safety. To be honest, we never expected him to be as aggressive as he was right there in the restaurant." Gerry nodded. "Yeah... me neither." "Forgive me?" Gerry's eyes watered a bit as he nodded. "Forgive me?" Stevie kissed his soft, little hand. "There's nothing to forgive, my love. And as for Kate... We'll figure that out together." Taylor returned to the table with three bowls of hot, delicious smelling chicken soup and placed the tray on the table. "Alright, lets get our stories straight..." XXX "Where have you been?" Dayna greeted them as they returned. "Mrs Wentworth has been going nuts!" More than the new girl's agitation, what concerned Gerry and Taylor the most was that she was holding a very upset Mila on her hip. "Here," Gerry moved quickly to his niece, "let me take her." Nearly instantly, the baby quieted at Gerry's loving touch. "What has she heard?" Stevie asked. "God almighty," Erin said as she entered the reception area, "where have you been? Kate's been going crazy!" "Oh, God," Taylor muttered. "I guess we should go talk to her." "Not right now," Laura was suddenly there as well. "She's in with Ben Kirkland. What the hell happened?" Before anyone could explain, Kate's office door opened and she shouted, "Gerry! Taylor! Stevie! In my office! RIGHT NOW!" Taylor took a deep breath and said, "I think it's safe to say that things didn't go to plan. I'll fill you in after I talk to my mother." "Here," Erin said as Gerry neared her, "let me take Mila." More than anything else in the world right now, Gerry wanted to just hold the baby and care for her and forget about the events of the last few hours, but he knew that Mila shouldn't be in the office while tempers were high. So, he kissed the crown of her head and breathed in that beautiful baby smell before handing his niece over to Erin. "Good luck," Laura whispered as they passed. "Thanks," Stevie whispered in return. "What do you think she knows?" Gerry whispered. "Everything," Taylor shook her head. She'd hoped to have more control over the situation. "She always knows everything. She's omnipotent." Kate was seated at her desk, once again, by the time Gerry and the girls made it to the office. Opposite her, Ben Kirkland was seated, cross legged and a look of concern on his face. Taylor shut the door behind her and the moment that Kate heard the latch catch, she started speaking. Her voice was harsh, irritated and she spat out each consonant as she spoke. "Ben Kirkland, here, has been telling me about his interesting lunch meeting at Anna Maria's this noontime. Perhaps you all have something to say for yourselves?" "Kate," Kirkland held up a hand, "I don't want this to turn into a family spat. I just want to deal with this in a professional manner." "I understand, Ben, but this is just too much." She looked at her family, daggers shooting from her eyes. "Are you three aware that Bob Williams Sr has been arrested for assault?" "Good," Taylor said. "What!?" Kate stood and turned pale. "Because of you, a partner in one of the city's most prestigious companies and one of my biggest clients is going to have his reputation soiled and that's ok with you? Is that what you're telling me!?" "Mom!" Taylor was trying hard not to let her temper rise, "That jackass attacked your son! If Stevie hadn't intervened, he would have hurt Gerry, badly." Kate pointed at Stevie, "And you! You PUNCHED one of my biggest clients in the nose! What the hell were you thinking!?" "I wasn't thinking, Kate, I was protecting my husband from a lunatic who was trying to drag him away from me." Stevie was controlled, but stern. She wasn't going to apologize for what she'd done - at least not right now. "ALRIGHT! ENOUGH!" Ben stood and held up both hands. "Everyone just stop. I would like to discuss the events of the last few hours in a calm and business-like manner. Kate, please sit back down. Ms Wentworth," he said to Taylor, "please sit there, and Mrs Wentworth," he said to Stevie, "please sit there." Then to Gerry, he said, "And you, young lady... please... take my seat. You should not be standing in your condition." "Oh, for God's sake, Ben," Kate shook her head in exasperation, "that's Gerry, my son. He is most assuredly NOT a lady and NOT in any condition." Ben held the back of the chair and indicated that Gerry should sit. "Kate," he spoke patiently, "Gerry may not be a woman, but from my brief encounters with her, I can honestly say that she is certainly a lady and, furthermore, despite the fact that she is not pregnant, my understanding is that she is experiencing a very confusing change in her body, so - she most certainly is experiencing changes in her condition." He indicated the chair, once more. "Please, my dear... take a seat." Taken aback by the sudden kindness in this hostile meeting, Gerry looked to Stevie, who raised her eyebrows and indicated that he should take the proffered seat as she took her own chair. "Thank you," Gerry muttered as he sat and Ben Kirkland patted his shoulder. With everyone quite, Ben rubbed the back of his neck to relieve a bit of the tension and he looked about the room. "Jesus, what a mess," he half- chuckled. "Let me start by apologizing for the behavior of both my partner and my employee. I have to admit, young Bob's behavior isn't all that surprising. Although he certainly went much further than I expected he would, I had heard rumors of his sexual appetites before and I am ashamed to say that I turned those accusations over to my partner and let him deal with talking to his son. I realize, now, that I should have taken a more forceful role in those situations." The three younger people waited to see where this was headed, but, true to her nature, Kate tried to take control, "Listen, Ben, this is certainly not your fault. I'm not sure what my children were thinking, but..." "Kate," he spoke quietly, but forcefully, "let me continue." Kate sighed and waited. "Ladies," he looked from one face to another, "I want you to understand that I am the father of four beautiful, successful daughters. I grew up respecting every woman in my life and I have always tried to treat everyone in my employ, male and female alike, with the same level of respect that I expect in return." They all nodded. "However, I also must admit that I am aware that I have, on occasion, turned a blind eye to my colleagues, both male and female, who may have used their positions within my company to take advantage of... shall we say, the less empowered. I apologize for that and I am not going to be understanding of this behavior as I go forward." No one knew quite what to say, so Ben continued. "Having said that... I was horrified by what I overheard and witnessed at Anna Maria's today." He looked at Gerry, "My dear... how can I possibly apologize for allowing someone as lovely as you to be in such a horrible situation?" Gerry was speechless. He had no idea how to respond. "Mr Kirkland is waiting for a response, Gerry," Kate prodded. "I don't know what to say," Gerry whispered. "I mean... thank you for understanding, Mr Kirkland." Kirkland nodded. "Well, we do need to discuss the issue or the Williamses." "Do you think he'll press charges?" Stevie asked, genuinely concerned that she may be arrested. Ben shrugged. "He may want to, but I am going to make a proposal to him. I'm going to propose that if Bob Sr is willing to sell me his interests in the company for a reasonable price, and, if he and Bob Jr are willing to leave the company quietly, then, and of course, I'll need your cooperation with this aspect, you all will not press charges, either." "Oh, Ben," Kate said, "of course you'll have our complete cooperation." Taylor glanced at Stevie, her eyebrows raised, asking if this was ok with her. For her part, Stevie was relieved that no one would be filing charges against her, but she wasn't the one accosted by Williams. "Is that ok with you, Gerry?" She asked. Still overwhelmed by the events of the day and intimidated by the presence of both his mother and Mr Kirkland, Gerry shrugged. "If it's ok with you, then I guess it's ok with me." Stevie nodded. "Alright, then. No charges filed on either side." Kate gave them all a sour look for not just agreeing immediately to Kirkland's terms, but she smiled as she returned her attention to Ben. "As I said, Ben, you'll have our complete cooperation." "Excellent," Ben nodded. "Well, I guess that about wraps this all up. Ladies, once again, I apologize for my former partner's behavior. It was inexcusable, and I hope that your opinion of me won't be tarnished by his stupidity." "Of course not, Ben," Kate stood and smiled as she extended her hand, "and I hope that our business relationship won't be damaged by the behavior of my children." "Your girls behaved nobly, Kate," he shook her hand. "All three of them." He smiled at Gerry, then gently touched his shoulder. "Take care of yourself, young lady." "Yes, sir," Gerry was very confused. Were things really going to be ok? "Then, I'll be going," Kirkland turned to the door. "I'll be in touch, Kate. Bye, girls," and he exited into the office where Laura, Erin and Dayna were all doing their best to pretend that they had not been sitting in silence and trying desperately to hear what had been going on in the office. "Shut the door, Taylor" Kate said, the anger apparent in her voice. "No, mom," Taylor said, unexpectedly. "We're done talking for now. Gerry's had a long, hard day and he's taking the baby and going home to get some rest. Gerry, put Mila down and take a nice, hot bath, then relax a bit. We'll bring home dinner." Kate, unused to being countermanded was angry. "No. We have things to discuss..." "Yes, we do, mom. Just you and me. Stevie, would you and Gerry excuse my mother and me? We will be a little while." "Umm... ok," Stevie was not sure quite what was happening, but she knew that she didn't want to be in that office right now. "Come on, baby," she said, offering Gerry a hand, "let's go." Once Stevie had guided Gerry out the door, Kate steeled herself for a confrontation. "Well, young lady, I'm not sure who you think you are, but..." "I'm your daughter, mom. I'm not a 'young lady,' I am a fully formed, thirty year old woman who loves her mother and is very thankful to her for everything she's done for her, but, Goddamnit, mom, this nonsense has got to stop." "Nonsense? Exactly what 'nonsense' are you talking about." "This puppet master bullshit, mom. Gerry is where he is right now because we all pushed him too far, but Jesus Christ, mom, he was assaulted this morning by a piece of garbage who wanted to rape your youngest child and you were willing to let him do that to your son as long as it served your purposes." "Oh, that's not true..." "Yes, mom, it is and you and I are going to sit down, right now - not as boss and employee - not as mother and daughter - but as two grown woman and we're going to work this out. Now, remember, I love you. So, let's sit down, speak calmly and respectfully and make it possible for us all to move forward." XXX It was nearly three in the morning and Gerry had not even closed his eyes. For the second night in a row, he'd been looking at the shadows on the ceiling for nearly five hours, but the frightening events of the previous day kept coming back to him. There was no sense in continuing to try to sleep. He got up and grabbed the new, sheer, white, lacy robe that matched the short, sexy nightie that he'd worn to bed, and went out into the screened in porch where he sat and breathed in the damp, cool, night air. The more he thought, the more emasculated he felt, if that was even possible. He had been about to submit, he knew that he had been about to give up hope of help arriving in time and he had run out of options. He couldn't have run - Bob was between him and the door. He couldn't have screamed - who would have taken pity on a sissy in a dress who'd willingly gone out to lunch with a creep like Bob Williams Jr? The more he thought about it, the more he knew that he had only been seconds away from surrendering everything about himself and crawling under that table and giving... ... he couldn't even imagine how terrible that would have been. He looked down at himself. His breasts large and beautiful in the soft, lacy cups of the nightie. They were pretty, there was no doubt about that, and they were feminine, and if there was any doubt about that, then that doubt would be laid to rest in an hour and a half or so when he'd need to pump the mother's milk that they produced. His belly was the perfect imitation of a ripe female's distended womb and his legs were smooth and shapely. None of that was really his fault. What was his fault, though, was the pretty, coconut scented, perfectly dyed and styled hair, the deep red nails on his toes and fingers and the way he chose to dress - soft and sweet and sexy in that 'good girl next door' kind of way that Stevie seemed to like - well - that wasn't fair - he liked it, too. Maybe he really should have been born a woman. Maybe Taylor and Stevie should have been born men. They were bigger, stronger and more confident. They were driven in their careers. They loved being in charge. He hated it. He loved cooking. He loved keeping a beautiful, clean house. He loved taking care of Mila - oh, he loved that SO MUCH and he so longed for being able to nurture his own baby in just a few weeks. In short, he loved being a housewife and mother. Why was everything so messed up just because he was who he was? "Can't sleep?" Stevie's voice roused him from his thoughts. "No," he mumbled as he shook his head. "Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Stevie knelt in front of him and took his soft, little hand in hers. She smiled at the feminine engagement ring on his third finger. "What's wrong?" He let out a sad laugh. "What's wrong? Stevie, what's right? I mean... look at me. I'm not a man... I'm not a woman... I don't know what I am and... and I nearly... Stevie... I've never been as scared of anything in my life as I was today. I almost had to... I mean... what could I have done? I couldn't even defend myself, Stevie. I'm nothing but a... a..." "A woman?" He shook his head. "A sissy. A fairy. A disgrace." Stevie leaned forward and took both of his hands in hers. "Hey, now, I am not going to listen to the person I love calling himself a disgrace. Not when he's the most beautiful, miraculous man I've ever met." He snickered. "Miraculous... yeah, right." "I mean it, baby. I know, literally, thousands of men and do you know how many of them loved a baby so much that he started producing milk for her? One, baby. Just one. If that's not miraculous, then I don't know what is." He smirked at that. "And you can't sit there and tell me that you don't love being able to nurse Mila. I've seen you do it. I've seen the look of contentment on your face. You love it, don't you? Admit it." He smiled a little. "I do. That's definitely the best part of all of this." "And you're going to be such a good mommy and daddy to our own baby when she comes." He smiled a bit more. "But... Stevie... about today... at the restaurant...and on the sidewalk..." "What about it, baby?" "Stevie... I've never been so scared in my life. I'd never felt that kind of fear before. The very idea that someone could... violate me the way he almost did... Stevie, I've been small my whole life, but I never felt like that before." "Listen, baby," Stevie moved a little closer and kissed his nose, "you're new to this whole 'being a woman' thing and there's a lot to it. A lot has changed for you lately, I know. You've become a whole new and more wonderful person, but that person has to learn how to cope with a world that could turn dangerous at any second. You've already allowed yourself fo be penetrated by me, baby, but nearly every man you meet from here on out will have at least a passing thought about penetrating you himself. It's horrible and unfair, but it's a fact of life." Gerry sniffled back a tear. "How can you live like that?" "When you're brought up that way, baby, you don't know that there's any other way to live. That's why a girl looks for a big, strong man to love her, to take care of her and to protect her." He scoffed again. "You didn't find that guy, did you?" "No, I didn't." She smiled at him. "I found something so much better. See, baby, I grew up and I BECAME big and strong and didn't need a man to protect me anymore, but I never met a man who could accept me as someone who didn't need his protection. See, I don't need a man to protect me, I can do that all by myself. I don't need a man to be a driven businessman to bring home the bacon for me, I can do that all by myself, too. I need a man to just love me. A man who can put up with me being bigger and stronger and more driven. A man who can take care of me and be my life partner and help me raise my children. Someone who's so sweet and loving and maternal that he could actually nourish a child with his own body in a way that I don't think I ever could. I need YOU, baby, and thank God that I found you." He liked that. It made him feel warm and loved. "But..." he needed to make sure she understood, "I couldn't even protect myself, Stevie. You had to take care of me. Like... like I was a child or a..." "Or a woman, baby. A woman. Like I said, there's no shame in being a woman." "But I'm not..." "But you kind of are, baby, and I could not love you more if you were seven feet tall and covered in muscles. I punched that son of bitch because he was going to hurt you. That's why I'm here." He nodded. "Look, baby, we're not the norm. We're so much better than that. And besides, who wants to be normal? You and I are special. I love being strong and fit and you love being soft and feminine. We're a perfect match. Why fight it. I'll take care of you my way and you take care of me your way and who cares what anyone else says. I love you, baby. Do you love me?" "Of course I do." "Then," she slipped her hand under the lacy hem of his nightie and caressed the silky panel on the front of his panties, "let's just be us." The panel was soft and flat. Obviously, Gerry had tucked himself when he'd put them on. She continued to caress the flat, hairless area where his manhood should be and she smiled. She liked this. A man who was not a man. A man who was her little woman. A man she could cuddle and protect and see him dressed in soft, beautiful clothes. A man who needed flowers, and silk, and lace, and perfume, and babies to make him feel like a woman. She loved her girly, little man so much that her heart ached. "Come on, baby. Let's go back to bed. I'll turn on a little, soft, orchestral music and maybe we can get some rest before the sun comes up." XXX Friday got off to an odd start. For the first time since Dayna had started working at Wentworth Investments, she had not accompanied Gerry to the bakery to pick up the morning order of munchies for the clients. Gerry had to handle the load by himself while also dealing with Mila's stroller. Just before nine, Gerry returned to the office to find that the entire staff, except for him, were in the conference room. He set up the snack area while Mila sat on his hip and played with his soft hair. When he finished his morning tasks, he was about to knock on the door to the conference room to see if he needed to be part of the meeting, but he was interrupted by the sound of the entrance from the street opening and a man calling, "Hello!?" from the reception area. "Yes?" Gerry called as he hurried to his desk. "May I help you?" He asked the well tanned, handsome young man in worn denim shorts and a well worn button up shirt who was waiting with several floral arrangements. "Oh, hi," he smiled. Then he looked at Mila and his smile grew bigger. "And hi to you, too, beautiful. Aren't you a beautiful girl? What's her name?" He asked Gerry. "This is Mila," he said, thrilled that the man was paying attention to his beautiful niece. "Mila?" He seemed surprised and impressed as he remained focused on the baby. "Like that actress from 'That Seventies Show?' Or maybe that one from 'The Fifth Element?' Either way," he finally looked at Gerry, "she's got big shoes to fill. But, I suppose if she's half as beautiful as her mother, she'll do just fine." Gerry smiled at the cheap flattery. "You're right. Her mother is my sister and she is very beautiful." He smiled. He seemed like an affable kind of guy. The kind of young man you meet up and down the shores of Florida. Content to bask in the sun and do what ever menial jobs they could just to keep a roof over their head. "I have three deliveries for you." "Oh?" This was a first. No one had sent flowers to the office before - at least not since Gerry had arrived. "Who are they for?" "Let's see... This one," he pulled a medium sized arrangement of purple flowers out of his box, "is for Mrs. Stevie Wentworth." Gerry was surprised and a bit jealous. Who would send his wife flowers? Before he could get upset about it, though, the delivery man placed the flowers on the reception desk and then continued, "And this one is for Miss Gerri Wentworth." He handed Gerry an arrangement similar to the one meant for Stevie, but instead of being primarily purple, Gerry's was a blend of baby blues and pinks. "Really? That's for me? Who would be sending me flowers?" The young guy smiled and flirted on, "Oh, come on. Who wouldn't be sending a beautiful girl like you flowers. I mean, I see that huge rock on your hand. Maybe it's from your fianc?." "Maybe," Gerry smiled, but since the previous arrangement was from his wife, he assumed that these were not from Stevie. "And these," the man held up a beautiful display of five dozen, long stemmed, American Beauty roses in a tall, crystal vase, "are for Miss Taylor Wentworth." "Holy cow!" Gerry gasped. "Those are gorgeous!" "And expensive!" The man chortled. "Someone's pretty taken with Miss Taylor Wentworth." "Oh, my God!" Stevie said as she entered the reception area. "Those are beautiful. Who are they for?" "Taylor," Gerry smiled, "but these are for you." He handed her the arrangement of purple flowers. "Really? From who?" "I don't know, yet. My hands are full." He continued to bounce Mila on his hip as he turned his arrangement to admire the flowers and search for a card. "Tay!" Stevie called across the office. "You've got flowers, here." "Really?" Taylor hurried into the reception area and took the huge vase from the delivery man. "From who?" "There's a note right here," the young man smiled. "Man, are you all sisters?" His grin was huge and sincere. "More or less," Taylor replied as she placed the vase on Gerry's desk and pulled the little envelope with a card within from the flowers. By now, Stevie had found her card as well. They opened them together, then both let out surprised chuckles as they looked at each other. "Who are they from?" Gerry asked. Stevie looked at Gerry and read the card. "'To the woman with the great right handed jab to the nose. Congratulations on a job well done.' It's signed 'Russ Cahill.'" "The attorney!?" Gerry was surprised that the man who'd spoken to them at the deli yesterday had sent flowers. "Read mine, please." She dug into his arrangement and pulled out the envelope, opened it and read, "'To the little lady who put the Williams men in their place. Congratulations, Russ Cahill.'" "Wow!" Gerry said, surprised. "That was nice of him." "It sure was!" Stevie agreed. "What does yours say, Tay?" "Umm," she smiled and, uncharacteristically, she blushed, "it says, 'It was a pleasure to meet you, yesterday. I hope this isn't too forward of me, but I would love to take you for some dinner and dancing this weekend. I'll pick you up Saturday evening at six-thirty and we'll go to The Palms Country Club. Here's my cell number. Please either text regrets or your address. Either way, enjoy the roses. Sincerely, Russ Cahill.'" By now, everyone was gathered in the reception area to admire and smell the roses. "Wow," Stevie smiled. "So... are you going?" "Geez, I don't know..." Taylor was stunned, flattered and confused. The handsome, slightly older man had been very charming and it was obvious that he was a good 'catch,' but Taylor had been holding out hope that Fred would be returning at some point and that they might be able to iron things out. "... I mean... what about Fred?" "Taylor," Kate had been listening from the side, "in light of our... discussion, yesterday, I am hesitant to give you advice, but - if I WERE to offer some advice, I would say that you should go out with Russ and get to know him. I have met him many times at business events and he is always charming and polite. His wife passed away a few years ago and he has been unattached ever since. What difference would it make to just go out and enjoy his company for an evening. You deserve a night out." "Yeah?" Taylor looked at the beautiful flowers once again, blushed and giggled and sighed some more. "But... what about... Fred?" "Tay," Stevie put her arm around her sister-in-law's shoulder, "it's just a date and... well... You haven't heard a word from Fred in almost five months." "So you think I should go?" "I do." Taylor suddenly seemed much more excited. "Gerry, could I impose on you to take Mila for the night?" "Impose!?" Gerry smiled. "I'd love to, Taylor." "Well... alright, then! I guess I'm going out with Russ Cahill tomorrow night!"