The Cruel Hand of Fate
The Cruel Hand of Fate 4
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They stood. John went to let their guest in. Susan stood slightly behind them.
" I am ready." the Ambassador announced walking in.
" At least some one is." Susan muttered under her breath.
John offered him a glass of juice. He took it and said, " Well."
John motioned him to the bedroom. He went in followed by John and Susan.
" I have researched this. Humans have relations in bed. Most interesting . Well proceed." he said seating himself on the chair.
John turned to Susan. She was trembling he realized. He lead her to the bed. She sat so primly it was laughable. He undressed her slowly. He did the same for himself. They both lay back.
Two hours later John sat in front of the monitor. It was over. It had been brutal and quick. Susan had not helped at all. She just lay there and let him take her. No emotion no nothing. The Ambassador had been pleased. He left after promising to stop by the next day to seal the deal.
John hadn't known what to do. Susan hadn't moved. He told her she could take a shower first. She did so. Ten minutes later she had come out wearing her clothes again with her wet hair loose. He had gone in the shower. When he came out, his bed sheets had been changed for his usual cotton sheets. The satin ones were in the wash. Her towel was in the dryer. The chair was back where it belonged. The three flutes had been washed. She was gone.
Susan felt terrible. It wasn't the sex. She had done that more than once half drunk in her youth waking up not knowing who she had been with. It was John. She knew what she felt now. She had been forced to sleep with the man she loved. The Cruel Hand of Fate. It ruined everything. Not only would they never be together. There was forever the memory of this night between them. It would never go away. She groaned and pulled out her vodka bottle and began to drink.
John groaned. He hated himself. He had just forced the woman he loved. Love. That was it. He loved her. But nothing could come of it now. He had forced her. She hated him. He remembered how quiet she had been. She hadn't moved. She looked so sad. She hated him. And he hated himself.