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Darren wheeled his suitcase into the Saint Louis airport and Marcia dragged hers. They approached the check-in counter. “Weather delays in Chicago,” he remarked. “It’s going to be late by the time I get into Pittsburgh.”
“I’ll be late getting home, too,” she said. “I wonder what sort of mood Rob’s going to be in.” She made a snort. “Actually, I know what sort of mood he’ll be in.”
They headed to the security checkpoint and down the concourse. The waiting area outside their gate was nearly deserted. They sat in chairs overlooking the tarmac.
“You okay?” Darren asked.
She forced a smile and nodded. “I’m all right. I meant what I said, Darren. If nothing else I’ll cherish the memories.”
He took her hand and squeezed it. “We might as well get a head start on our recommendation.” He pulled his laptop from its case and powered it up.
The flight to Pittsburgh droned on through pitch-black skies. Darren sat in the aisle seat, holding his forehead. He pondered the notion of telling Stephanie. Their marriage really was a dead-end. He feared the wrath of a woman scorned, though. How vindictive could she be? he wondered. He knew she was capable of plenty. Then there were the logistics -- dividing up their property ... selling the house ... moving his business. It was a daunting proposition. One thing he knew for sure -- Marcia had gotten under his skin. The safe course is the slow one, he reminded himself. There were easily four months of work for him at Kirk’s firm. Maybe more if he played his cards right -- plenty of time for him and Marcia to feel their way through a relationship.
The plane touched down. It was after midnight by the time he had retrieved his bag from the carousel. He stood by the taxi stand and waited for one to pull up. It would be a forty-five minute drive to his house in an affluent subdivision on the other side of the city. He gave the driver the address and the cab pulled onto the rain-slicked interstate.
Darren watched the landmarks pass. The cab headed into Penn Hills and onto the street leading to his subdivision. Stopping by his driveway the cabbie opened the trunk and retrieved Darren’s valise. He paid the driver and headed up his driveway. Parked near the front door was a white, customized Ford F250 pickup truck. So that’s how it is, he thought.
He unlocked his front door and stepped inside. A beep came from a panel near the door and he keyed in a code to disarm the security system. After locking the door he re-armed the alarm and headed upstairs. Easing open the bedroom door he peered in. Stephanie was asleep ... but she was not alone. He eased closer to get a better look at her bedfellow, but tripped over a shoe and knocked over a chair.
The young man leapt up. Within seconds Darren found his face against the carpet, his arms in a lock and a knee between his shoulder blades. “Steph!” the man yelled. “Steph! Call the cops. We have an intruder!”
“Let go of me, you moron,” Darren shouted, “this is MY house!”
The lamp went on. “Steph -- is this guy really your husband?”
“Yes, he is -- unfortunately.”
Darren was freed from his grip. The man extended a hand and helped Darren up. “Sorry, man ... I ... I think I’d better be going. I’ll call you tomorrow, Steph.” He started pulling on his clothes and then headed downstairs.
“Watch out for the alarm!” Darren shouted. He looked at his wife. “You probably gave him the code -- didn’t you?”
She glowered at him. “What the hell are you doing here?” she asked.
“I live here -- remember?”
“You weren’t supposed to come home ‘til Friday.”
“No -- I told you I was coming home after the conference. It ended today. I got in late because of weather delays at O’Hare.”
“You could’ve had the decency to call.”
“Since when do I need an appointment to come into my own home? As a matter of fact, I did call. I got no answer so I left a message. You should check your voice mail more often.” He heard the sound of the F250’s diesel engine starting and then fading into the distance. “Tell me about your boy-toy.”
“His name is Evan. He has a landscaping business and he’s a personal trainer at my club.”
“And, he’s hung like an army mule,” Darren observed.
“You noticed.”
“It’s hard not to. I know I disappointed you in that department, Stephanie.”
“You never heard me complain.”
“Nonetheless ... I am pleased to see the eighteen grand I coughed for Extreme Makeover Stephanie Edition is being put to good use. Tell me -- is he really happy with an older woman?”
“I’ll have you know that Evan likes my body very much, thank you.”
“He ought to -- you have new boobs, new gut, new ass, new thighs...”
“He likes a woman who’s seasoned.”
“You’re well seasoned, Steph. How long has this been going on?”
“About six months.”
“That’s even before I took this Walnut Street gig. What, were you working in nooners before then?”
“Do you really want to know, Darren? You were the one who said, whatever makes me happy.”
“I did say that. Does Evan make you happy?”
“He does.”
Darren nodded. “Then, I hope you make him happy.”
“You can’t tell me that, in all the years you were traveling you never strayed.”
“In all the years I was traveling I never strayed,” he asserted. “Stephanie -- I’m exhausted. I’m going to sleep in the guest room. We can continue this conversation in the morning.”
He dragged his suitcase down the hallway to the guest room. There he stripped to his briefs, turned down the covers and slid between the sheets.
Dawn light roused him. He dressed from his suitcase and went downstairs to the kitchen. After filling and starting the coffee maker he looked in the refrigerator. From it he took a pack of bagels and some cream cheese.
Stephanie stepped into the kitchen wearing a flannel robe. Darren regarded her. “I’m sorry to have interrupted a tender moment last night,” he said.
“Sarcasm will get you nowhere.”
“I wasn’t being sarcastic. I meant it.” He poured two mugs of coffee and handed one to her. “This Evan ... are you serious about him?”
“I am. He’s serious about me. He says I possess the body of a twenty-year-old woman.”
“My God, Stephanie -- did he discover the box you hide it in?” She stared at him through narrowed eyes. “What about us? Do you think we should just call it quits?”
“I have been talking to Dickson,” she replied.
“Ah, Dickson. The attorney with a heart of gold -- only harder.”
“You certainly are in an odd mood this morning, Darren. We were trying to determine the best way to break it to you. We were hoping you’d cooperate.”
He slipped his wedding band from his finger and set it on the table. “Let’s go together. There’s no reason to battle it out. I think we can come to an equitable arrangement.”
“Are you serious?”
He nodded. “I am. I’ll agree to anything that’s fair. Besides, if we file jointly it’ll eliminate the hassle of serving papers.”
“Why are you being so reasonable?”
“Why not? What good would acrimony serve? I’m ready for a change. Besides -- sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.”
“Darren -- have you found someone?”
“I have.”
“Are you serious about her? ... I assume she’s a woman though these days nothing would surprise me.”
He chuckled. “Her name is Marcia. She works for Walnut Street and I’ve been working with her on this project for the past few weeks.”
“Marcia? What’s she like?”
“She’s about your age, maybe a four or five years younger. She’s smart and pretty ... and, she’s married.” He flashed a quick smile. “I really like her. I don’t know if we can make it work, but I’m going to do my part to try. I’ll give Dickson a call and see if he can meet with us this morning and get the process started. Then, I’m flying back to my client.”
“Darren,” she said, “if nothing else, you always were pragmatic.”
It was Monday morning. Darren walked from his temporary quarters to the Westmar building and rode the elevator to the twelfth floor. “Good morning, Cory,” he said to Kirk’s middle-aged receptionist and assistant.
“Good morning Darren.”
He headed into the back office and stopped at Marcia’s desk. It was vacant. He approached a middle-aged woman with dark blonde hair pulled back with a headband. “Rebecca -- have you seen Marcia?”
“She called this morning and said she wasn’t coming in.”
“Is she ill?”
“She didn’t say.”
“We have that meeting tomorrow to discuss our vendor selection. I wanted to finalize our recommendation.”
“She said tomorrow is iffy, too. You might need to do it solo, Darren.”
“Do you have her home phone number?” he asked.
Rebecca turned to her computer and copied numbers onto a pad of sticky notes. “I shouldn’t be giving you this...”
Darren sat at the desk he had been provided and punched in the number. It rang without an answer.
“Rebecca -- I have a bad feeling about this. It isn’t like Marcia, and I know how much this project means to her.”
“You’re right. I’ve been worried, too.”
“Maybe I should go to her home and see if she’s all right.”
Rebecca’s gaze flicked from him to her computer and back. “All right...” He handed her the note and she added a street address. “Maybe I should come with you.”
He regarded her and the look of sincere concern on her face. “I think not, Rebecca. If this has to do with what happened during the conference -- I think it would be better if we were alone.”
“Why? What happened during the conference?”
“Marcia and I ... connected.”
Rebecca nodded. “I see.”
“It wasn’t anything I anticipated, Rebecca. It was just ... chemistry.”
“Oh, I understand. I met Ray under similar circumstances.”
“I care for her, Rebecca. I would never hurt her.”
“I’m relieved to hear it. Ray’s known you a long time, Darren, and he’s picky about who he keeps as a friend. I trust you.”
She handed him the slip of paper and Darren regarded it. “I’m not familiar with this town. How do I get there?”
“Do you have a car?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No -- for the amount of use I give it, it’s not worth the expense.”
“Ask Cory to call a cab.” He nodded. “Darren -- If she needs anything...”
“I’ll let you know.”
“Good luck.”
Darren waited on the street. He saw a white Crown Victoria with lettering reading City Taxi approach. The driver rolled down the window. “You call for a cab?”
“Yeah...” He handed the driver the slip and sat in the back seat.
Darren watched city buildings give way to a high-density residential area. The cab pulled into a private drive and stopped before a building with a half-dozen townhouse condominiums. Darren paid the driver and looked at the numbers on the doors. He spotted number 317. “Wait for a moment in case nobody’s home,” he said to the driver. The cabbie nodded, tapped out a cigarette and lit it.
He approached the door and rang the bell. “Marcia!” he called, rang the bell and knocked on the door. “Marcia!”
“Go away!” came a voice from behind the door. He knocked again. “GO AWAY! I’ll call the police!”
“Marcia -- it’s Darren!”
“Darren?” He heard the sound of the deadbolt being retracted.
Darren waved to the cabbie, who then drove off. The door opened and he stepped inside. “Marcia?”
Marcia was standing behind the door. She closed it and he regarded her -- she was in her bathrobe and had two black eyes, a swollen and cut lip and other bruises on her face. “Oh, my God! Did Rob do that to you?”
“Yes. We had a terrible argument. Ever since I started working at Walnut Street he’s accused me of being unfaithful. It’s because of all the long hours and off-site meetings. I always denied it. Then, last night he accused me again ... and...”
“You told him about us.”
Her lip trembled and she nodded. “I wanted to hurt him. He started slapping me around. It’s all my fault...”
Darren put two fingers under his front lip and blew a loud whistle. He held one hand upright and placed the other, palm down atop his fingers to make a time-out sign. “Marcia -- you are the victim. No matter what you said, no matter what you did -- it’s not your fault. Unless you threw the first punch, it’s not your fault. Do you hear me?”
She nodded.
“We must stop blaming the victim. Say it, Marcia. Say, it wasn’t my fault.”
“It wasn’t my fault,” she repeated.
“Louder.”
“It wasn’t my fault,” she said, louder.
“Louder yet.”
“It wasn’t my fault,” she yelled.
“Again.”
“It wasn’t my fault!” Tears began flowing down her cheeks. “It wasn’t my fault! IT WASN’T MY FAULT! Oh, Darren!” She fell against him, weeping.
“That’s it -- let it out. Let it all out.” He held her as she sobbed, her shoulders shaking, until she began to calm. Tears were running down his cheeks, too.
“Oh, Darren...” Marcia grabbed a tissue and blotted her face; then she took another and blotted his.
“Has Rob abused you before?” he asked.
“Not like this,” she replied. “Up ‘til now it’s only been verbal ... and emotional abuse. Nothing physical.”
“This doesn’t surprise me.”
“Do you mean you anticipated it?”
“No -- I couldn’t predict it. But, it doesn’t surprise me.” He sat on her sofa and she sat beside him. “These things have a tendency to escalate. My sister was in an abusive relationship and she barely escaped with her life. In her case, it started out as verbal abuse and escalated to pushing and shoving, then to hitting. Then, one day, her boyfriend -- they weren’t even married -- came to her office and beat the tar out of her -- put her in the hospital.” He regarded Marcia and she turned her face from him.
“Don’t look at me,” she said.
He gently turned her face toward his and kissed her lips. “Tell me the whole story.”
Marcia picked up her purse and retrieved her cell phone. She punched in numbers and held it to her ear, then handed it to Darren. He listened to a voicemail message. Listen, you filthy cunt... “ He handed it back to her. “I heard enough.”
She pressed more keys and handed it to him. CALL ME NOW, BITCH! He returned it to her. “These were from when we were in Saint Louis?”
Marcia nodded. “Yes. There are more ... about twenty in total. The first night he called the room at one in the morning and railed at me for taking the trip.”
“You should’ve said something.”
“I didn’t want to involve you...”
“I’m involved, Marcia -- and I was, then, and I am, now.”
“ ... and I thought maybe I was to blame.”
“Say it, Marcia. It wasn’t my fault.”
“It wasn’t my fault.”
“Don’t erase those. They might be useful.”
“When I heard these I knew I was in for it. It was late when I got in on Thursday. I came home and Rob was asleep. I got into bed. When I woke he was already gone -- his day starts at seven so he’s up early. I went to my office but couldn’t get much work done -- my mind kept wandering to you. Then our team had our usual Friday at Farley’s, but we also had a problem so Rebecca and I went back to the office to straighten it out. It was pretty late by the time I got home and Rob was already asleep again.”
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Ethel's Pa was telling a story. "A man comes into the garage wanting a new horn for his Dodge. The old bulb was torn. Well, we have horns; but they don't fit his brackets..." "What did he want with a horn?" Ma asked. "Dodge cars don't need them. They have 'Dodge, Brothers' written clearly on the front." "Oh, Nellie," Pa said, but -- at least -- he dropped the story. Ethel couldn't decide which was worse, Ma's jokes or Pa's stories. Pa was fascinated by anything mechanical,...
Damn Katherine and her classy fashion sense... Once again my Mother-in-law had a new skirt suit which would work for brunch, mother-of-the-bride or some other fancy occasion, it was simply lovely. Tonight was one of those other occasions. The suit was perfect for the work awards dinner that my wife Veronica has dragged me too. Katherine, on the other hand, who was looking just so, was all too happy to attend. Katherine's suit is simply irresistible to me. The color, the style,...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-Fifrom my supernatural~romantic novel set in Regency England from the diary of Betsy Corning, Darlington, England, September 1815 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am undone! I have given into temptation and trod the left-hand path. I did not tarry there long, I yet have a semblance of a conscience. But little good will it do me – I will be punished for it sooner or later. But oh, should any ladies read this, perhaps you, at least, will understand what provocation I had endured and grant me some...
When we entered the dining salon, all conversation stopped. I had changed from my travel clothes earlier, but was still in black. Esther was in a peach colored evening gown. As I said before, she was ravishing. Martha and Hatty walked behind us in their evening gowns. It was plain that everyone wondered who this girl was with the Royal Executioner and the Guild Master for companions. Certainly most of the apprentices and the other Guild members had not met, or been introduced to Esther. None...
“Are the statements, that the Lord Executioner made, true?” the Village Chief demanded sternly. “Yes, Un ... Uncle,” the young man finally answered very quietly. “A week in the stocks,” the Village Chief pronounced, “and the same for those two friends of yours.” The Village Chief then turned to me to apologize. “I am sorry I doubted you, Lord Executioner. It would appear that I need to pay closer attention to what is going on with the workers in the fields.” “An excellent idea,” I replied,...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in...
Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...
The next day I was in full Katherine mode from the moment I unlocked her door. I greeted Sunshine just like Katherine did, using the same tone of voice and gestures. Of course Sunshine reacted just she would with her female owner. As soon as I took her for a short walk and fed her, I went straight to my bedroom, well after the prior day I felt so much more comfortable there, I wanted it to be my bedroom. I took a shower and shaved everything again. I didn't know how I was going to...
Hope you like Esther's latest installment! ESTHER FOUR By TamarainRubber I obediently followed Esther down the long narrow hallway that led into an enormous room filled with the sounds of clinking glasses, soft whispers and a bevy of leather-clad women and men dolled up as maids, rubber babies, and crossdressing sluts like me. Strangely enough (and very much to my pleasure), there was little if any evidence of the S&M parties I had only read about, but never...
The front door opened and again Frank came in, a little less dramatically than the day before but no less intimidating to me as I felt timid and weak dressed in my mother-in-laws things. Frank was half expecting me to be dressed as my normal slouchy male self, ready to put a stop to all this, but he was happy when he saw I didn't have the fortitude to do that. He actually smiled at me, "There's my little wife. That dress looks nice on you." I smiled back not knowing what to do, it...
Caroline dumped her books so loudly on the table that it caused Mike to look up momentarily from his laptop.“Hi, Caroline, I take it the tutorial didn’t go so well?”Caroline slumped onto the chair opposite him.“The pompous bitch basically told me to start again.”“Look I know nothing about art, I don’t even know what I like, but I do know that you know your stuff. Why don’t I get you a drink and we can talk about something else.”As Mike placed the two pints of beer down on the table, Caroline...
Fantasy & Sci-FiEsther sat on the side of the road, freezing, she feared that if she didn't find a place to stay soon, she probably freeze to death.Lately life had been pretty fucked up for Esther, both her parents had die before she could barley talk, and this year she had run away, because her foster parents were abusive.She had no one now, and was stranded on the side of the road. Esther picked herself off of the ground and started walking again, until a huge house came in sight. "Warmth." She said, she was...
When Esther had woken up the next morning laying next to Romeo, she almost freaked out, but the all of the memories from the night before flooded into her brain."Oh god." She sat up and looked at Romeo's sleeping figure next to her, his teal hair was tossed about the pillow, and he chest heaved up and down, Damn he is so hot, she thought, I acted kind of crazy last night, her face burned, ugh, what the fuck was wrong with her these days? She felt Romeo's body shift a little and her heart sped...
Esther II By TamarainRubber I had found the woman I had been dreaming about, hoping she would be my lover for years to come. Esther was the first real lady I had encountered who actually seemed to be honest about wanting to share my passions. I prayed that I would not be disappointed. From how she reacted, I didn't think I would be, but I was the planet's biggest skeptic. For the past four hours, Esther made me try on an incredibly sexy collection of female fetish wear that...
Chapter 1 – The Birth of a Goddess Zeke cracked his knuckles and spread out his fingers. They touched the black glass in front of him and the desk lit up. A white keyboard appeared and he started to type on the touchscreen desktop. His fingers bounced around the screen, typing across the keyboard of light. You see, Zeke was a genius beyond his years. He was currently eighteen and in his second year of college. His masterful mind crossed with a youth of video games made him into one of the...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting on airs. "I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw." "You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this country...
Lesbian“You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers,...
He stood hugging himself tightly, not that it helped keep him warm anymore. The cold had long since seeped so far into him the only thing that kept him from running to find somewhere warm was the fear that, should he leave his spot, he’d return to find it taken and his chance of seeing her, Athena, gone forever. The singer Athena had caught the world by storm, nobody a year ago, the young woman had taken to the celebrity lifestyle like a duck to water and was now breaking records with her...
It was a warm night in Georgia when I arrived for a very special meeting, This was not about business but it was very important to him as he was coming to meet for the first time his internet “friend”. Shannon his friend was a very subservient women who was proud to be just who she was and although for this first meeting they had something a little different in mind to give her master a new experience. What she didn't know was that I had a surprise for her as well, he was a bit of a romantic...
Athena - 1 "Look at that stream! We should stop and go swimming!" Athena exclaimed as we barreled over a small bridge in the work van. I stop the van and put it in reverse and stop again, this time on top of the small bridge. I peer out of the window and gaze upon the stream. The water was crystal clear and as still as glass. I could see an almost perfect reflection of the trees on it's surface. "but we don't have bathing suits..." I responded. My response was flirty in...
Hypothermiaby oggbashan © Copyright Oggbashan April 2003 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.****************I have a fantasy of sharing a bed with two attractive young women preferably naked. Most adult males would share that fantasy. I never expected it to happen or if it...
There was something very special about Athena. I knew it right away from the moment we met. It was more than the fact that her hair framed her face like gilt around the most perfect of portraits. It was more than the fact that she took life as a game and played it. She was carefree without being spoiled. She was innocent without guile. She was unique. It was remarkable, really, that she was so enchanting, so child like, so incredibly unselfish. She had been born into wealth. Her father had...
Clothesline[This story is part of the Leather in Lawnville series.] Clothesline By DuskPetersonYou can tell a lot about a guy from where he shops. Take my friends, who have specialized tastes. Some of them spend their time at the hardware store, while others take an interest in our town's fabric shop, which has needles and pins that make them drool. Still others hang out at the department store, eyeing the cutlery collection. Somehow all of us end up rubbing shoulders at the town's jacket...
“I don't like it” Ian muttered before taking a sip of his jet black coffee. “Don't like what?” Marco asked in between bites of his reheated chicken parmesan. The two sat in one of Athena Corp's many cafeterias. They were chatting over lunch, as they did most days. The talk of fellow co-workers buzzed around them. It was a cacophony of commiseration over the many drastic changes to the corporate hierarchy in recent weeks. “What do you think I'm talking about?!? The shakeup! The layoffs....
Once a upon a time, a long long time ago yesterday in fact. Today I began my plan to catch the elusive one. The one who rescues clothespins from clotheslines. The plan was a simple one to string up 7 clotheslines facing the wind knowing that if she was near that she might hear the cries of the clothespins. Now that the 7 lines were up I just had to wait and hope the wind would do it's job and carry the cries of the clothespins. This quest started years ago when I first put a clothespin on my...