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The Grand Affairs

11/15/2008

Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived
with her parent's at their large estate in Rhode Island.
Melisa, more than Simon, wanted to move out, away from her
rich father's influence. Even though he had the best
intentions in the world, Melisa didn't want her husband
conforming to her father's conservative way of life,
which she felt Simon would if they remained living there.
As it was, her husband could be a real stick in the mud at times,
and Melisa didn't want him getting any worse. Her prayers
were answered one day when Simon received an unexpected
job offer from one of his old friends. The sexy, but spoiled,
redhead used all of her charms and every trick she knew to
coax Simon into accepting the offer, which was no small
accomplishment since her father had a counter offer for
a large pay increase and a better position within his corporation
for Simon. In the end though, Melisa won out, and they moved
away to Simon's home town in northern Wisconsin. Tonight,
a week after their move, her husband's old high school
friends were having a welcome home party at The Landing,
a small lodge hidden deep in the woods. Away from their wives
for the evening, Simon's buddies proceeded to get
drunk out of their minds while telling Melisa, the only
woman present, about the wild times they use to have together.
After a couple hours of drinking and listening to their
tall tales, Melisa began feeling the effects of the alcohol
she had consumed. In yet another toast made by someone,
she gulped down her fifth shot of whiskey. Melisa, feeling
no pain and more than a little horny, then started giving
her husband some not-so-subtle suggestions about how
amorous she was. With a drink in her hand and sporting a devilish
grin, the petite redhead un-characteristically walked
up to him and asked Simon to go outside, suggestively squeezing
his buns and winking at him. Simon grumbled, "Maybe,
later." Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour
later, Melisa walked over to the far end of the patio behind
The Landing. The view was incredible. It was a clear and
cloudless night with a huge, bright full moon hanging in
the sky. Like the largest light bulb ever created, the moonbeams
sparkled off the water of the lake below, bathing the surrounding
forest and patio in a soft white glow. When she reached the
railing, Melisa noticed the shadow of someone off to the
side, but she was too horny to concern herself with one of
her husband's drunken friends. Slowly turning around,
she tilted her head back, and parted her lips for a kiss.
His hands immediately went to her breasts as he bent down
to kiss her. Melisa felt him groping around at the top of
her expensive dress, almost ripping it, as he tried to get
his hands inside. He finally pushed her dress from her shoulders
and pulled it down. His touch felt like fire when his fingertips
finally dipped inside the lace cups of her bra. Melisa could
feel his urgency, his desire, and she was happy that it matched
hers. She heard a slight tear, then a loud rip. In his lustful
state he had torn her bra apart. The round curves and softness
of her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night
air. Melisa didn't care that he had ripped her bra.
She had waited three long hours for this, and a torn piece
of clothing wasn't going to dampen her excitement.
He pinched her already hardened nipples while his lips
continued to crush and smother hers in a sloppy kiss. Melisa
moaned her hunger into his open mouth. He dropped his hands
and seized the undulating cheeks of her firm ass. Because
he was 6' 4" and she was only 5' 5", even
with 3" heels on, their embrace didn't last long.
Already Melisa's neck was getting sore from leaning
back at such an awkward angle. Breaking their kiss, she
pressed her hands against his chest, and stepped back a
bit. Simon's heart almost stopped beating when his
wife reached out to open his jeans. With lust in her eyes,
Melisa quickly undid his pants, and pushed them and his
underwear down to his ankles. Dropping to her knees in front
of him, Simon held his breath as Melisa teasingly licked
and kissed her way slowly up his thighs. He gritted his teeth
when her lips parted, and she encircled the crown of his
dick with them. Simon though his head would explode when
his wife's mouth began to suck and swallow his now completely
hard shaft. Her saliva was making his dick glisten like
the lake below them. In the two years they had known each
other, Melisa had never sucked him off before. Simon was
too stunned by the sight of her luscious, red lips sliding
up and down his thick rod to say anything to her now. While
she gently fondled his testicles with her right hand, his
wife reached around and massaged his ass with her other
one. Melisa then began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded
to steadily increase its loving action. Almost ready to
climax, he reached for the back of her head, but Melisa removed
her mouth from his cock and raised herself up. "I can't
wait any longer. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right
now!" his wife panted as she lifted her dress up to
her waist and spread her feet apart. Simon had tried telling
her that The Landing wasn't as fancy as the places back
east, only a local hang out for the loggers and a few sportsmen
who knew of it, but Melisa insisted on dressing up for the
party anyway. In the bright moonlight, the sight of her
shapely legs encased in tan nylons and perched atop a pair
of high heels was the most erotic vision Simon had ever seen.
When Melisa's trimmed, red pussy hairs came into view,
Simon was shocked. He didn't know she had left the house
without wearing any panties. With the top of her dress down
and the bottom of it raised, Melisa hoped she looked like
a woman begging to be fucked. That's what she was, and
that's what she wanted to look like. It had been over
a month since Simon had fucked her last, and Melisa thought
she'd die if she didn't get fucked now. With ease,
he lifted her 105 pound frame up and kissed her hard on the
mouth. Melisa wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing
him back with a passion Simon didn't know she had. When
her silky legs surrounded his mid-section and she locked
her ankles together, he cupped the cheeks of her small ass
in the palms of his hands. With one swift and powerful thrust,
his entire cock pierced and buried itself inside her pussy.
Melisa suddenly broke their kiss and cried out. Savoring
the way his cock had enlarged and filled her pussy so completely,
his wife held herself steady for a moment. Every nerve in
her body tingling with excitement, and a barrage of fireworks
was going off behind her tightly closed eyelids. After
the initial wave of pleasure passed, Melisa looked into
his eyes and in a throaty whisper said, "It's
been so long!" His wife then crushed her mouth over
his in another wet and passionate kiss. Simon was shocked
that his prim and proper wife from the east coast could ever
act this way. "Come on, baby, really give it to me.
Fuck my brains out! Faster! Faster!" Melisa hissed
as she began to wildly bounced up and down, impaling herself
upon his cock with every once of energy she had. Simon was
starting to feel dizzy, and wasn't able to stand on
his own two feet any longer. While Melisa continued to fuck
him like some sex-starved nymphomaniac, Simon weakly
dropped down to sit on the wooden bench by the railing. Melisa
cried out again, "Come on, honey, fuck me faster!
Please, baby, faster! I'm almost there. Fuck me, baby!
Fuck me!" Suddenly, Simon became sick to his stomach.
Just in time, he leaned over the patio and heaved his guts
out. After Melisa straightened out her clothes, she kissed
him one more time then went back to rejoin the party. Simon
threw up again when the man who just fucked his wife followed
her inside. "Good morning, sleepy head." he heard a soft
and far away voice say. The throbbing pain started as soon
as Simon opened his eyes. Melisa leaned forward and gently
kissed her husband on the forehead, while her hand ducked
under the covers. "How could you?" was all Simon
said, not even flinching when Melisa's cold fingertips
touched his crotch. "Hey, I did everything I could
last night to get you to... you know... make love to me. I'm
still horny, Simon." The pain in his temples was replaced
by dizziness as blurred images of the scene he witnessed
on the patio at The Landing came back to him. Melisa's
silky legs were wrapped around another man. Another man's
huge hands were squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she furiously
leaped up and down on him. Another man's tongue was
probing her open mouth in an eager kiss. Simon closed his
eyes in torment. Was it all just a bad dream? Did he only imagine
that Melisa had sex with someone else last night? His wife
mistook his confused look as a sign of a hangover. "Do
you want something for your headache, or how about some
breakfast?" Melisa asked as she slipped out of bed
and threw her robe on. "Maybe after you're feeling
better, we could... mess around." "Mess around?"
Simon said, and then mumbled under his breath as she walked
out of their bedroom, "That's not what I'd
call it!" Melisa was right about one thing though,
Simon was experiencing the worst headache of his life.
It had been a long time since he went out drinking with the
guys, and now it was time to pay the piper. His stomach did
a sudden flip-flop, and he made a mad, stumbling dash for
their bathroom. On his knees in homage, Simon had no offering
for the porcelain god. His belly was empty. All he could
do was listen to his gut wrenching prayers as they echoed
around in the rotund bowl, making his head pound that much
more. His stomach began hurting from the violent convulsions
it was going through trying to present anything in praise
to the short, white deity he was kneeling in front of, but
it had nothing to give. Like a rejected beggar, Simon bowed
his head and implored the powers to be for mercy. The icy-cold,
ceramic altar was soothing his forehead when his silent
petition was answered. The toilet seat came crashing down
on the back of his neck. "Oh, honey, are you okay?"
Simon turned toward the compassionate voice he heard,
and looked up through the hallow-like hole above his head.
"My, oh, my! Don't we look green?" Melisa
said and then started laughing. "It's not funny!"
Simon groaned, half in anger, half in self pity. "From
where I'm standing, you look funny. Here, "
Melisa said as she grabbed her husband's arm and helped
him to his feet, "get back to bed. You'll need
to sleep this one off." After making him take some
aspirin with a full glass of orange juice, Melisa tucked
her husband into bed like a little boy. "JESUS H. CHRIST! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" came
the shout that woke him up. "Leave me alone!"
Simon grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to see who
was there. "Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?"
Simon's best friend Bob yelled out. "It should
be ready in a few minutes." "Come on, those muskiest
are practically dying to jump in the boat, LETS GO!"
All Bob got was another tortured grunt. "Did Simple
Simon have too much to drink last night? Does his little
head hurt?" Bob teased. "ASSHOLE!" "PUSSY!"
"Double asshole!" "Weekend Weed Whacker!"
Simon opened his eyes at his friend's last jab. He remembered
it was a derogatory nickname the locals called all the city
people. "What the hell are you doing here? It's
not even..." then Simon remembered they were suppose
to go fishing this morning. "Damn, what did those
people on the east coast do to you?" Bob said, then
quickly yanked the covers off of Simon. "Hey, Melisa,
Simon's got one of them retractable fishing rods and
the line's all tangled up! You better get in here and
help this poor boy, cause I sure as hell ain't!"
"OKAY, I'm up already! Now get the hell out of
here while I get dressed!" "Never mind. False
alarm." Bob shouted. In the kitchen, Melisa sarcastically
stated, "Another one!" "I need to ask you something, Bob." "No,
we're not going in! I don't care how many times
you throw up, or how green you get. I'm always out here
until I get my quota, so don't ask again." "It
has nothing to do with that." Simon said. "What
is it then?" When his friend didn't answer, Bob
turned his head around. Simon seemed to be looking at something
in the distance, so Bob followed his line of sight, and tried
to figure out what it was. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary,
he asked again, "Well, you going to tell me what's
on your mind?" Confused, hurt, angry and still hung
over, Simon said, "Never mind." Melisa was so startled to hear the knocking at the front
door that she almost dropped the box of crystal she was carrying
into the dinning room. Setting it on the table, she yelled
out, "I'll be right there!" A man wearing
only a T-shirt and jeans, his back turned to the door, was
standing on their porch. Boy! she thought, They sure grow
them big up here! Melisa suddenly realized she was still
only dressed in her short robe. She jumped when the man began
knocking again. Opening the door up enough to stick her
head out, the half-naked housewife asked, "What
can I do for you?" "Hi there! My name's Jack.
Sorry to bother you, but can I use your phone? My truck got
a flat and I need to call somebody out here. It's just
down the road a bit." he said with a smile. "Don't
you have a spare?" Melisa asked, afraid to let a stranger
in the house, especially the way she was dressed. "Don't
I wish? Listen, I haul logs for the mill, so it's not
my rig, but if I'm not back by a certain time, I'll
be in deep shit. Look, I just need to let them know I got a flat,
then I'll go back out there and wait for them to send
somebody to fix it." "Where are my manners?
I'm sorry. Come in, the phone is in the living room."
Melisa said as she opened the door all the way. Jack stepped
in and followed her as she walked past him after closing
the door. Tom was right. Not only was the redhead beautiful,
but she had a fantastic body! She was a little small for his
taste, but if everything else Tom said was true, he could
overlook that. When Melisa turned around to face him and
point at the phone on a table by the wall, Jack had to swallow
his heart. The red haired beauty before him had the biggest
pair of tits he'd ever seen on a woman her size. While
Jack was on the phone, Melisa knew she should have gotten
dressed. Every time she turned around the man's eyes
were on her. It was like he didn't care if anyone was
on the other end of the line. Her cheeks turned red and her
pulse quickened when she saw his gaze fix upon her breasts.
Pulling her robe together to hide herself from his stare
only seemed to make Jack's eyes grow larger. Looking
down, she noticed the thin material of her short, white
satin robe was stretched tightly across chest, making
her erect nipples even more visible. Completely embarrassed
for getting excited just from having a man look at her, Melisa
ran into the kitchen. "I've got to hand it to you,
Tom, you were right." Jack said when the woman disappeared.
"She sure is something else! How long have I got?"
"Well, it's only nine and she's probably
sober by now, so be here when everybody gets back from lunch."
his boss said. "Thanks! See you at one." Jack
replied as he hung up the phone. Now all he had to do was figure
out a way of getting the redhead to let him stay in the house
while a fictitious emergency truck repaired his fictitious
flat tire. "Say, lady!" he called out, "Can
I use your bathroom?" "It's the first door
on the left, down the hallway." When she heard the
man close the bathroom door, Melisa raced from the kitchen
and into her bedroom. She hurriedly straightened up the
bed, threw the clothes she wore last night into the closet
and took her robe off. After wiggling into a tight pair of
pink bikini panties, she searched for a matching bra in
her dresser drawer. From the corner of her eye, Melisa saw
something move, and bolted upright in surprise. Less than
two feet away, Jack was standing in the open doorway to the
adjoining bathroom. He didn't say anything, didn't
even apologize for sneaking up on her, but then he didn't
have to. The way he was looking at Melisa said it all. Before,
when he was on the phone, his looks were appreciative, even
complimentary. Now, there was something else in his eyes,
and Melisa started to tremble. Jack was awed by the near
flawless set of tits the young redhead had. And her nipples!
My God, they were the most perfectly shaped little nubs
he had ever laid eyes on! The two of them just stood there,
both with their mouth open and both wanting something different.
Neither knew what the other's next move was going to
be, so they both were afraid to move. Wearing only a flimsy
pair of panties, Melisa felt vulnerable and helpless.
On the other hand, Jack couldn't remember the last
time he was this sexually aroused. It was certain they couldn't
just let the tension keep building up between them, one
of them had to do something, but which one was going to make
the first move? Last night, Melisa had too much to drink,
and just got carried away. That's all it was. Yet, like
last night, she could feel her pussy beginning to moisten,
and she became embarrassed again. The young wife looked
down, to keep the man from seeing the way she was blushing.
Her heart skipped several beats, and she stopped breathing.
The man's cock was sticking out of his open jeans, coming
to life, bouncing slightly as it grew larger and stiffer.
Her nipples hardened all the more at the sight, and Melisa
became ashamed from the way she was reacting. Tentatively,
Jack raised his right hand. Melisa flinched at his sudden
movement, but stood her ground. Slowly he reached out to
her. The sigh the redhead made after his hand covered and
gently squeezed her left breast told Jack all he needed
to know. He reached out with his other hand and began slowly
squeezing both her tits. Melisa legs wobbled, and another
sigh escaped from her still open and suddenly dry mouth.
Jack released her breasts, and his hands slid to her rib
cage. Melisa clamped her eyes shut and bit her lower lip
as she raised her head. Her mouth opened with a soft and pleading
moan as his hands surrounded her slim waist. She felt his
fingers at her hips, hooking them inside the only piece
of clothing she had on. Like a hot knife through butter,
Jack ripped her panties on both sides. Melisa's only
response was to look up, not in surprise, but in anticipation
of his next move. Jack noticed the change in her and reached
down. Melisa's legs parted, and he lazily pulled the
torn and useless panties from between her quivering thighs.
At that moment, they both knew she was his. Melisa, almost
in a trance, walked over to the bed. She couldn't believe
that she was again going to fuck a man she didn't even
know! "That makes twelve, six each, right?" "Yeah,
yeah, I know. Jesus, Simon, you really look like shit! How
about we get you a little hair of the dog that bit you?"
"I just want to go back to bed." Simon said as
he put his fishing gear away. "By the way, don't
forget you and Mel are suppose to come over tonight for dinner.
Sue's been dying to meet your wife." Bob said.
"I meant to ask you about that. How come nobody else
brought their wife or girlfriend last night?" "I'm
not supposed to tell you this, but all the girls are planning
a big surprise dinner for you two day after tomorrow. Tell
Mel to be prepared, too. Some of them are pissed at her for
catching you. I'm pretty sure she'll even hear
some catty remarks from Sue tonight." "Look,
Bob, I only dated Sue once, then stepped aside when you told
me how you felt about her." "Shit, I'm not
accusing you of anything. I wouldn't mind being in
your shoes, though. A lot of the other guys feel the same
way. We're just jealous. Hell, you were the star jock
at school, had your pick of any girl you wanted, got a nice
scholarship, married a gal who's not only the sexiest
creature on earth, but comes from a rich family to boot!
You guys are the envy of the whole town, so you better get
use to it. The same goes for the rest of us. Yeah, I'm
a little jealous, too, but I am what I am. Just do I a favor,
will you?" "What's that?" Simon
asked his friend. "Don't let it go to your head.
As far as I can tell, all your success hasn't changed
you. Try to keep that way." Simon waved from the dock as Bob pulled his boat away. The
fresh air had done him some good. At least he wasn't
sick anymore, and maybe only a short nap would get rid of
his headache. As he walked up the hill to the lake front cottage
they recently bought, Simon thought of asking Melisa about
last night. He then decided it was best to get rid of his headache
first. Besides, he still wasn't sure if he had really
seen Melisa with another man, or if he had dreamed it all.
Thankful that his wife wasn't around when he opened
the door, he tossed his fish into the kitchen sink, and headed
off to bed. Simon might as well have been shot with a gun when
he opened his bedroom door. In a way, he was. This was no dream.
This was real! His wife WAS with another man! Melisa was
kneeling over his prone body. Her hands were clutching
at his dick and balls, while her lips were sliding up and
down his cock. Simon could see the obscene lump in her cheeks
expand and move as a stranger's dick poked around inside
his wife's sucking mouth. Simon could see Melisa's
tiny hands stroking the thick shaft of the huge cock protruding
from her lips. Simon couldn't see who the man was though.
His head was trapped between Melisa's thighs, hiding
him from view, as she lewdly smeared her pussy back and forth
in a fucking rhythm on his face. The wet slurping sounds
of their tongues and mouths on each others genitals made
Simon sick to his stomach again. Their grunting, groaning
and moaning made his head pound more painfully. The brokenhearted
Simon wanted to die on the spot! Melisa shamelessly made
love to the man's cock with her mouth and tongue as her
fingers played with his hairy scrotum below her chin. Her
dainty hands then firmly grasped the base of his cock, and
with ever increasing speed, she began stroking his dick
with both hands while her head bobbed up and down. Melisa
twisted her face in a corkscrew motion and her hands continued
to fly rapidly over the man's shaft until he finally
ejaculated. She suddenly gagged when his cock briefly
forced its way into her throat. She then moaned loudly in
orgasm as vast amounts of thick gooey cum poured from her
lips and began running down the dick she was still wantonly
sucking. Simon didn't see or hear any of this. He had
rushed outside, racing aimlessly up their driveway and
then down the road. With tear stained eyes, he looked up
when he heard a car coming from behind. "Well, hello
there stranger! Long time no see. Hop in, I'll give
you a ride." a cheerful woman's voice said. Like
a zombie, Simon walked around to the other side of the car
and got in. Letting the hot water of the shower pelt her still tingling
body, Melisa shook her head. She felt guilty for cheating
on her husband a second time, but she also felt marvelously
satisfied and very relaxed something she hadn't felt
in a long time. Melisa really did love Simon, and knew that
what she did was wrong, but she just couldn't help herself.
Two years ago, before she ever met her husband, Melisa's
sex life was phenomenal. She was one of the most sought after
girls on campus, and with good reason. Melisa thought college
was nothing but a four year orgy and very seldom turned down
a chance to have sex. She had no qualms about letting any
of her dates get into her panties. The guy had to be a real
geek if he couldn't get between her legs, and even then,
Melisa would at least give him head. As far as she was concerned,
the only thing in life that could come close to having a stiff
cock was shopping. Melisa knew everybody thought she was
a slut, but it didn't matter because no one would dare
say it to her face. Her family's status in the community
prevented that. It was also the reason for her wild behavior.
The strict rules and conduct she had to abide by at home didn't
apply when she wasn't there. Her father's dated
codes of what a lady should act like always collided her
unbridled spirit. And after high school, she became even
more rebellious toward him. All of this seemed to change
when she started seeing Simon. It was as though her popularity
had dropped to zero. All the guys stopped asking her out,
and wouldn't even flirt with her anymore. At 6'
5" and the middle linebacker for the football team
all four years he was there, Simon was an imposing figure
that nobody wanted to mess with, but Melisa didn't
take this into account. She thought men didn't find
her attractive anymore. In a way, this was all right, because
she fell in love with Simon, and didn't want her past
indiscretions to ruin their relationship. But, within
six months after they got married, Melisa began to feel
unwanted and repressed again. Even though she always wore
the sexiest clothes she could lay her hands on, Simon didn't
seem to want her. Before they moved, her confidence plummeted
to an all time low because he hadn't fucked her in over
a month. She couldn't understand why Simon didn't
want to fuck as much as she did. Melisa just couldn't
go that long without sex, and didn't know how her husband
could. Sure, she enjoyed fucking the guy last night and
the one this morning, it helped take the edge off her sexual
appetite. But she really didn't want to fuck them;
she wanted Simon to fuck her. "Well, if my own husband
won't screw me, at least I know other men still want
to." she said aloud when she stepped out of the shower.
As degrading a thought as this was, Melisa decided it wasn't
her fault. She also made up her mind that she'd fuck
someone else again if Simon didn't start paying more
attention to her. It was only eleven o'clock in the morning and already
Simon was well on his way to getting bombed. He picked up
the tenth shot glass from the neatly lined row of twelve,
and gulped the fiery liquid down in a single swallow. Janice
was still sitting across from him, talking up a storm about
something or other. He didn't know what she was saying,
nor did he really care. She had been yakking away ever since
she picked him up on the side of the road. He looked at her
through the empty thick shot glass. All he could see were
two distorted red lines, opening and closing. "You
still suck cock?" he blurted out. Totally stunned,
Janice sat there with her mouth hanging open as Simon continued
his one sided conversation. "I didn't think
my wife did, but she does. She's a pretty good at it too,
opens her mouth up real wide and plays with your balls. You
play with the balls when you suck a guy's cock?"
When the bartender looked their way because Simon wasn't
being so quiet anymore, Janice leaned forward and said,
"Why don't I take you home now, See. I think you've
had enough." "Is she with him?" he mumbled.
"What?" "Is she still with him?"
"Simon, you're not making any sense. What are
you talking about?" Janice asked, not really understanding
him. Leaning over the table the way Janice was, Simon got
to within inches of her face and said, "My wife and
some other guy are playing hide the salami in our own fucking
house!" "I don't believe it! You're
just imagining things. Why, from what I've heard,
your wife sounds like a real nice girl." "I saw
it with my own eyes! Melisa was sucking this guy's cock
and rubbing her pussy all over his face, right there in the
middle of our own fucking bed!" "Listen, Simon,
why would any girl in her right mind want to run around on
you? Besides, name one guy in this neck of the woods who would
even dare think of doing something like that with your wife.
Hell, you only moved back a couple of weeks ago. Nobody's
even met her yet!" Janice truly believed what she
was telling her former boyfriend, because that was how
she felt. Six years ago, they were the hottest item in town.
Janice had dreams of marrying Simon one day and living happily
ever after, but then things changed. When he received a
full scholarship to a university on the east coast, she
was happy for him, but also sad because her plans for getting
him to ask for her hand in marriage were put on hold. The day
Simon left for college, Janice thought her life ended.
She would have waited until Hell froze over, if he asked
her to, but never Simon did. Janice was completely shattered,
and blamed herself for letting him get away. Even though
she had married someone else since then, she still loved,
and often dreamed of Simon. Janice doubted that Melisa
was cheating on him, but maybe; just maybe, this was the
second chance she'd been hoping and praying for. Simon,
for the first time since she picked him up, really looked
at Janice. Her soft chestnut hair was longer than it use
to be, and her face was thinner, but Janice was still very
attractive. She still has that look, Simon thought. Janice's
deep brown eyes were what attracted him to her in the first
place. When they were alone in the past, which was often,
she would give him a look that adored, while at the same time
very sultry. She was giving him that look now, and the old
feelings for her were starting to come back. Simon reached
out to hold Janice's hand, but she jerked it back quickly.
"Let me get you home." she said as she gathered
up her things. "I told you, I don't want to go home."
"Well, I can't stay here all day, See. I've
got shopping to do and a house to clean. I really have to go."
Feeling sorry for him again, Simon leaned back in his chair
and said, "I'll be fine, why don't you take
off." Driving away and leaving Simon at Don's
tavern, Janice began thinking. If his wife was really cheating
on him, she could get Simon back. She had heard the rumors
about her own husband's infidelities and figured
that all she had to do was wait around and catch him in the
act, then file for a divorce. Janice suddenly pounded on
the steering wheel when she realized exactly what she was
thinking about. "Damn it, Simon!” she yelled, "Why
did you have to come back?" and then she started crying.

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