Chapter 32
He and Olivia had an interesting night. One would have thought she had never even suffered a concussion at the hands of a fiend less than two weeks ago. He was to put it mildly renewed of heart and spirit. It had taken this evil thing to come into their lives and put the pieces of their hearts back together. He was still torn by it though. He was directly responsible for putting Jake Ballesston into their lives. It still ate at his soul. Olivia said she had forgiven him but could he ever truly forgive himself?
He had left her this morning reluctantly so. It shouldn't be like this. He shouldn't have to leave the woman he loved in the mornings. He shouldn't have to make love to her and wonder when it will happen again. He shouldn't be in this predicament. He should be able to secure a divorce from Mellie and live his life with Olivia the woman he loves. The complications of his life were really getting to him. He had to end the charade of a marriage he was in. It was time.
He arrived at the White House as he said mildly renewed of heart and spirit but he knew what had to be done. It was six in the morning and things were starting to move around him. He was trying to decide if he would go to the residence or go directly to the Oval. He wasn't sure he could stomach Mellie this morning if she should be lurking around. His agenda was tight today. He had neglected some things in order to be with her but it wasn't total neglect not really. With Cyrus' help things had been running smoothly. The country hadn't suffered and he was able to be with Olivia.
He decided to go to the Oval. Facing his demons was going to occur sooner or later. He chose later. He was dreading it though. Most of his demons started and ended with his wife. More than likely their encounter today was going to turn into something very ugly. All he wanted from Mellie was a divorce. He wanted it like yesterday. It was just after six in the morning and he was on the very edge. He needed to get this thing done. He had already told Mellie he would give her six months to work this thing out. Olivia believed if he petitioned for divorce Mellie will become a woman scorned and out them. He didn't believe she would. It would embarrass her if the world knew her husband didn't want her. And the fact that the woman he did want was a person of color she would never want that revealed. He was counting on Mellie to be Mellie in this situation. He picked up the phone. He looked at this watch again. It was now almost six thirty in the morning. Which meant it was some god awful time of the morning in Idaho. He hit the number on speed dial anyway. The phone started to ring. The phone rang four times before it was answered. Without preamble he started in with what he should have said years ago
"Harley I know it's early but get up and go in the kitchen or great room or something. I don't want you to disturb your wife. I need your help. I want you to draw up those papers we talked about two years ago. I need them ASAP!"
Mellie had been up since six o'clock she wanted to be up when her philandering husband showed up in the residence. He had spent all night with his whore. He was the worst person in the world. He was the President of the United States and he let his mistress lead him around by his third leg. It was a national disgrace. Animal urges cropped up of course but you satisfied them and then you were supposed to come home like a normal husband. Problem was her husband wasn't normal. She was going to get up and get dressed. She was going to confront him again this morning on his recklessness. He was going to ruin everything if he kept this type of behavior going on.
After talking to Harley the President felt re-energized. He was doing the right thing. This was the track he should have been on years ago before he even sat eyes on Olivia. He should have backed out the moment he realized what his father was up to. He had missed that chance. He should have never gone through with the marriage let alone agreed to bring children into it knowing it wasn't sustainable. He had to admit he had been weak. He had wanted the power his father had offered him in exchange for his soul. Because of that he thought he had accepted his lot in life and then this beautiful vibrant woman had walked into his life.
He had never wanted something so much in all his years on the planet. All that he had sacrificed, being unloved, the total indifference from his wife, the years of celibacy, the hatred from his father, the disgust with himself; it had all been for nothing. He realized it the moment he saw her and knew she was meant to be his and vice versa. He hadn't been living a life he was simply existing. His life wasn't shit. He had been the governor of the one richest states in the nation. He had run it like a fine tuned machine. All he had done was to lead him to his father's ultimate goal, the Presidency. He thought it had been all he had ever dreamed until that day Olivia had told him her name.
The lust he had felt for her that day it had been profound. He hadn't had a sexual inclination toward a woman for over a dozen years. He had immediately put his body behind a desk because he couldn't control himself or hide the evidence of his desire. He a master of control was at that particular moment out of control. He controlled every aspect of his sexual life before that day or so he had thought. He had listened to every word she had said as she had dissected him and his failed marriage. When he had been able to rein in his wayward urges he had run to Cyrus as hard and as fast as he could. When he had closed his eyes as clear as day he had seen their bodies entwined and he was buried deeply inside her. What in the world was happening? He had known. He would find out later from Olivia that she had known as well.
So now everything had come to a head and his circle was complete. He knew what had to be done and he would do it. He felt relieved. He had made a decision and he was a decisive man. Normally be didn't beat around the bush, he didn't procrastinate. Olivia had kept him on the "straight and narrow" by telling him his children deserved a life different from his. He needed to put them and the needs of the country before his own. Finish his first term she said and then ask Mellie for a divorce. He had tried that and look what it had gotten him. He could have lost Olivia to a predator! Enough was enough.
It was now eight thirty. He had a nine-thirty with his national security advisors. Cyrus had sent him a reminder seconds ago. He needed some things from the residence so he was going to have to go there and without a doubt his wife would be waiting for him. He knew her. She would want a confrontation. Well guess what he wanted one too! He wanted a divorce and he wanted it like yesterday. He wanted Olivia and he intended to have her. In order to do that he had to be free. He headed for the residence. He went directly to the master suite. He still had time for a shower. He needed to remember to pick up some papers he had placed in his desk. He worked there some nights rather than go to the Oval.
He opened the door and there she was just standing there her face mottled with rage. He wondered how long she had been standing there. Why not have a seat? She was such a silly woman and he just couldn't abide her any longer. He was hoping to try to end this quickly so he asked what he thought was an appropriate question.
"Is there a problem Mellie you look ill?"
"How dare you come in here after spending the night with that whore Olivia Pope and talk about my appearance? I'm angry because you have no better sense than to keep spending the night with your mistress even after all the rumors. Do you want to get caught? Do you want end your Presidency? I want you to end this affair and stop this talk of divorce. We can come to an understanding." She had decided on this initial strategy to try and talk some sense into him. She had a list of things she intended to try to rein this thing in. That included bringing that little cabal together that had gotten him elected in the first place. Someone out of that group surely could talk some sense into him. They all had broken the law. s She had gone to Cyrus and he rejected her. She was going to Verna next. She wasn't going to give Fitzgerald Grant a divorce!
Fitz had the temerity to just stand there and say nothing. He had on his Presidential cloak, it was invisible of course but with it on he wielded an aura of power and he knew it. When would this person get the fact that he loved Olivia Pope and the things that she thought were important to him were not? He wasn't going to answer her questions again. He had made himself clear too many times. He was sick of the vicious cycle. Mellie wasn't stupid she just refused to accept the truth. Fantasy and pretend had been her life for so long she just didn't know any other way. Well even she was going to learn.
"Did you hear me? Someone is going to stumble onto the truth about you and your Director of Communications. And I use the term Director of Communications lightly. We know what she is directing and it ain't communications. You are putting your Presidency in jeopardy Fitz. All we have worked for all of these years will be lost. The Party isn't going to let you have a mistress, a Black mistress at that, and stay President. Grow up Fitz and keep it in your pants! I have had enough of this philandering eye of yours. You need to rein in it. I'm more than capable of fulfilling your needs. Do you understand what I'm saying? Give her up Fitz for the sake of your political future and the sake of our family. End this and I will forgive you. We can make a fresh start. Do you understand?"
"I hear you Mellie and I do understand. You are a delusional woman living in a pretend world that I will no longer be a part of. I have told you what I want from you and it isn't a fresh start or forgiveness. It is a divorce. I'm not that particular about the details of how it is done. You can come up with just about anything at all and I will sign it. I'm a reasonable man Mellie. Get yourself a good lawyer to advise you and let's end this nightmare we are in. It isn't healthy and it is certainly isn't good for the children. They deserve better."
"I offer you everything and this is what you have to say to me. You want a divorce! What kind of man are you? You are President of the planet basically. The world looks to you to rule. You are supposed to keep the world of its axis and here you are being led around by a wayward dick. It's ironic. Your dad spent his entire life grooming you to become the most powerful man in the world and you would risk it all to lie in a whore's bed? I sacrificed my entire life for you. I had a promising career. I could have been anything. Hell I could have even been President one day. I had kids for you. I did everything I was supposed to do and more. Your father…"
"Mellie we don't need to go here. We don't need to rehash this. You have played your role superbly and for that you should be compensated. I'm more than willing to do so. I won't fight you on anything that is reasonable. Again I don't want a long protracted battle, I just want out. And you really need to leave Olivia out of this. No matter how much you want her to be the cause for the demise of our marriage you know she isn't the reason. What has happened between Olivia and I isn't the sexual tale you want it to be. There is love between us Mellie you know that. And I won't give that up even to be President as you say, of the planet. Also for goodness sake leave my father out of this. Let his wickedness stay in the grave. He has done enough harm to me from childhood to now."
"Your father has done harm to both of us some of which you don't even know. However he wanted us together. We were to form a political dynasty and we have done that Fitz we are on our way. We just have to get back on track. You aren't exactly like your father but you are his son. It was only a matter of time before you exhibited the same type of baseness that your father possessed. I knew it would happen eventually. I was prepared for it. However you have gone overboard with this affair with Olivia Pope. I have told you I would tolerate the affair as long as you use discretion. You haven't been discreet Fitz. You can't march your ass down to Walter Reed and sit at the bedside of your fucking mistress. It isn't done. Even you should know better."
"Okay I see this isn't going anywhere. You only see and hear what you want to hear. I can't be any plainer, I want out of this marriage. I want a divorce. I don't love you Mellie nor do you love me. We shouldn't have ever agreed to this debacle. I'm not sure exactly what my father promised you but he couldn't deliver. I know what he told me. I know what he wanted but it was impossible right from the start. I knew it but I stepped into the fray anyway. I was wrong to do so Mellie. I know you have been hurt by this thing and for that I am truly sorry but I can't do it anymore. I love her Mel, I can't live my life without her. She was hurt, she was injured and it nearly destroyed me. It was my job to protect her. I injected her into this mess. I want to be free to protect her and love her."
"Spare me that bullshit about love. I know about men. I know how they operate. I know you better than you know yourself. You spent years as a fucking eunuch and now you want to make up for lost time. You have found someone willing to do things that most decent women consider improper sexual behavior and you are basically out of your mind. Believe me you aren't in love, you are in lust. Olivia Pope is a novelty for you. She is obviously young, gifted in the bedroom, and Black. She is just like the slave women of ancient times that seduced their masters with their vile African wiles and led them astray…"
"For the love of god Mellie have you no sense at all? Those women were slaves. There weren't treated any better than animals. They were forced into sexual servitude. They were forced and they were violated. They were raped. There wasn't any seduction. Your analogy is dead wrong and it is sick. I have asked you to keep Olivia's name out of your mouth because every word you utter about her is filled with vile nonsense. What you envision is so far from the truth. Your mind is warped and you are simply too dense to grasp what is really happening. However I can assure you what is happening is that you and I are done. I want nothing more to do with you unless it involves our children. Whatever is between Olivia Pope and me is none of you damned business. I love her and I won't have you maligning her. You are on shaky ground with this bullshit you are espousing. I won't stand for it and I surely will not listen to it. Be very careful Mellie you don't want to oppose me on this. I promise I will break you. The life that you now lead will become extinct!"
"How dare you threaten me about your mistress! I'm the wife not her. You haven't any right to defend that bitch to me. I know what she is. She is a home wrecker and I will see her dragged through the mud in this town. She deserves very special treatment and I will see that she gets it!"
He couldn't help himself. In a matter of seconds he stepped in front of her and they were basically face to face. He inhaled deeply and tried to calm his deadly urges. He wanted to do her bodily harm and he knew it. He had to rein in the darkness he felt before he did something he would regret. He didn't violate women, not even this one that he had come to despise. This woman brought out the very worst in him. How dare she talk about Olivia that way? How dare she threaten her after all she had been through?
"You are a special type of bitch! I wish you would attempt to go after Olivia. I promise you I will drag you through the mud. I will put our entire marriage on the table for the world to dissect. I will call the newspapers myself. I will even call the tabloids. Don't try me Mellie. I'm up to here with your vindictiveness. We don't have a marriage and you know it. I will tell all right down to the marriage that was setup by my father. I will admit to the lies we told the nation during the election. I will take it all back. I will tell the world about your fake miscarriage. How in the hell could you have been pregnant if your husband hadn't touched you in twelve years? This marriage and our entire life to this point is a sham. If you want to pretend otherwise go ahead. I'm out. I want a divorce and I will have one!"
Mellie had the good sense to step back. This wasn't working and she knew it. Her husband was livid. He was as angry as she had ever seen him. He looked like he could strangle her. He was about to have a stroke about Olivia Pope. It was clear to her he wasn't going to stop what he was doing and he really would divorce her. The woman had him by the balls and it was exactly what he wanted. She was hoping her threats against Olivia and her willingness to expose them would open his eyes and get him to see how reckless he was being. He seemed oblivious to the danger this affair was to his Presidency. What else was she supposed to say to get him to open his eyes? It was obvious that her threats had not had the effect she wanted. She would move on to her next tactic.
"Look Fitz I can see you are very upset. I'm sorry about that but I'm upset too. We have a family, a family that I'm trying to protect. I'm also trying to help you retain your Presidency Fitz. I have asked you to end this thing and that we try again. I could be a better wife if you would let me. I could learn to please you in bed. However you have made it clear you don't want that so I asked you to be discreet but you flaunt your affair in my face. The world is watching you Fitz. Sooner or later someone will expose you!"
He turned away from her. Her words were making him sick. She was willing to do or say anything to stay in her position. This woman had the nerve to call Olivia a whore after the things she had said this morning. She still didn't get it and he was tired of trying to explain it. He didn't turn around as he continued speaking.
"Mellie as I suggested you should get a good lawyer. I have a good one and he is drawing up divorce papers as we speak. If you want to coordinate we can. As you know we have a pre-nup but I'm prepared to be generous. I want primary custody of the children simply because they have made it clear to me that they prefer to live with me. If you can't see that happening I will agree to sixty-forty. However keep in mind that our children's needs are going to require special treatment as we go through this process. I'm asking you to put the children first and consider their welfare above your own. I will leave this Presidency behind in a heartbeat I hope you realize that. This life of President of the Planet is optional for me but my relationship with Olivia isn't! I had told you I would give you six months to sort this out. I don't believe you are taking me seriously. That offer is rescinded. You have thirty days as of today. Thirty days or you can expect a petition of divorce from me. Those are the facts Mellie, there will be no more pretending."
"You selfish son of a bitch I hate you."
"I know you do and rest assured I don't care for you either. Do the right thing Mellie. This can end on a high note where no one gets hurt. Or we can go down another route and make this transition hard on everyone. A word to the wise, keep this between the two of us and things will go much smoother for everyone. If you will excuse me I have to get ready for work." He never did turn back to face her.
She didn't say anything else. What could she say? He was going to do it. This piece of trash was going to try and divorce her. She wasn't going to be First Lady for eight years. She wasn't even going to be FLOTUS for four years. He wanted the kids too. He could have them. They hated her anyway. She thought of that damned pre-nup, her ship was sunk. Big Jerry had promised he would take care of her and convinced her to sign it. And like a fool she had. The SOB has died and left no previsions for her. After all she had done and sacrificed for him he left her nothing. She deserved half of everything that his son of bitch son had. She wanted it all. Fitz thought to bring that whore into his life, his homes, his everything. She wouldn't stand for it. He had issued an ultimatum to her. Who in the hell did he think he was? She had to do something. This thing was getting away from her!
Fitz stepped into the shower. Olivia's scent was still on him. He hesitated to wash it off of him. He missed her so much. Last night had been heaven on earth. He was going to experience times like those for the rest of his life he promised himself as the steaming hot water began to strike his body.
Olivia was just opening her eyes. She had slept like a baby from the moment he had left her. She had felt so complete, so whole. They were back together in their "arrangement" and she was happy. She was a mistress but she was a happy mistress. Of course Fitz didn't see it that way but technically that is what she was. She was resigned to her fate. Until he was free they would go on as they had. She couldn't take another breech. These past months had been devastating. Her loneliness and inability to cope with the lost of him had nearly broken her. It had caused her to come up with the hare-brained scheme to replace Fitz in her bed and her dreams. It had been insanity and had put her very life at risk. She had been foolish but she had survived her folly. She was back in the arms of the man she loved. Dammit, she said to herself. It was possible he wouldn't come back tonight but he was going to try. He would call her at lunch time. She needed to get up and eat something so she could take her medicines. She needed to get totally well and get back to work.
Mellie had gone to the room that she sometimes slept in when she couldn't stand the sight or stench of her husband after he had fornicated with his whore. She locked the door and went to the dresser to look at herself in the mirror. She had been crying. She didn't know what else to do. Fitz was serious. He was going to divorce her with or without her input. She was so alone. She had no one. No one gave a damn about her not even the children that she had brought into this world!
She was still an attractive woman. She still turned the heads of many a man. But the one man that was supposed to want her hated her. He had been betraying her for years with another woman. She struck the dresser with her fist so hard it hurt. She opened her mouth to scream but she thought better of it. She sat down on the bed and started to cry again. She had no one or did she? She thought of the man she occasionally had sex with to get information about her husband. She needed a connection to someone anyone at the moment. She needed a diversion and then she would get back on track. She picked up her phone.
"Hi it's me. Can you make sure you are on my detail? I want to go and see my daddy today. I would like to leave in about an hour. Thank-you Hal."
She had been contacted by an assisted nursing facility in North Carolina about a year ago. Her father had been infirmed there for years. They wanted her to pay eight thousand dollars a month to continue to house the son of bitch. Apparently he had a stroke and had come there straight from the hospital and had been there ever since. His money and benefits had finally run out. The sorry ass had listed her as his next of kin. She couldn't believe it. His wife and her mother had kicked him out along with her the night she had found them fucking in the shed behind the trailer. She hadn't seen any of her family since then except for her lowlife sister. The fiend had honestly thought Mellie would give her money to keep the details of their sordid life a secret. She had given her a one-time payoff of twenty-thousand dollars and told her if she came back for more she would have her terminated. Mellie had meant what she said. She would get nothing else from her and she would take her out. That had been four years ago.
She had brought her father to Washington, DC purchased a home, and put him in it with round the clock nursing care. It was much cheaper. The house had come to serve a second purpose also. She could meet with Hal there. As for her father he couldn't talk or walk. But she knew he understood her. The first day in his new home she had a talk with him. He had listened to her intently tell him how much she hated him and the things he had made her do as a child. After she had her say she had slapped him as hard as could across the face again and again until her hand began to hurt. He had no right to destroy her childhood and ruin her life. Because of his deviancy she had become what she was. She hoped she had the privilege of watching him take his last breath one day.
Hal showed up right on time. They left the residence and they rode in silence to their destination. They arrived there and so did the other part of her detail. She nodded good morning to all and she and Hal entered the premises. The on duty nurse greeted her. Mellie advised her that she would take care of her father herself for the rest of the morning. She could take the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon off. She didn't want to see her back before two o'clock. There was nothing unusual about the request because Mellie did so regularly about once sometimes twice a month. Did it seem strange that the same Secret Service agent was always with her, she didn't think so? She let it be known that she requested Hal because he graciously assisted her when she took care of her bedridden father. He was a godsend.
She ascended the stairs and went to her father's room. He was sleeping. Good she didn't want to have to look into his beady eyes. He used to make her look at him as he took his pleasure with her. He was a piece of trash. She backed out of the room. Hal was standing at the foot of the stairs. The other agents were outside. From the top of the stairs she said, "Agent Balko would you please assist me with my father? He needs changing and I may have to bathe him afterwards."
"Of course Mrs. Grant. I will be right up. Let me inform the crew that I am helping you."
Mellie had gone into the guest room and pulled off her shoes and suit jacket. She could have done what she was planning down stairs in the pantry or anywhere but she didn't. She didn't want today to be the usual quickie or even a BJ. She was sitting on the bed. There was a soft knock on the door. She had bid him to enter.
Hal didn't beat around the bush. He knew she wanted information. "I don't have any information for you Mrs. Grant nothing more than I gave you a week ago. So I have nothing to offer for what you have to offer. I don't want you upset like you were the last time we met."
Last time they met even though he had nothing new for her he had asked her for sex anyway and she had flown off the handle literally and cursed him out. She had told him flat out that her sexual favors weren't free. Angered by her animosity he had clapped back and asked her if she were a prostitute then. She had promptly slapped him across the face and asked to be taken back to the White House. He didn't apologize he was as angry as she was.
She was the one that started the entire thing. He wasn't the one that wanted information and had offered him sex. She offered herself to him asking what he wanted in return for what he knew. He wanted to bang her and she had let him. So he started bringing her information so he could bang her. That was the deal, information about her husband for sex. When they couldn't get out here she would blow him right at the White House. She wasn't the best lay but screwing the First Lady of the United States really turned him on! She was old fashioned though. Most times she would insist that they stay completely dressed when they did the deed even out here. She was a Jekyll and Hyde. Sometimes she was nice but most of the time she was a bitch. She could be very mean and hateful if his information wasn't useful to her.
"I know you don't have anything for me Hal relax. I just need a friend today. I want to apologize for my actions the last time we met, I am so sorry. I was wrong to strike you. I am so all alone Hal. He is back with her and I don't know what to do. I'm trying to figure out what to do. He brought up divorce again and he is very determined. What will I do Hal? No one cares about me not even my own children. It is very depressing. No one loves me."
"You don't have to apologize Mrs. Grant. I understand your dilemma. Don't let your husband do this to you. You are a beautiful attractive woman. I care about you very much. Why don't you just leave him? Let her have him. He will eventually cheat on her as well. Stop the game you two are playing. "
"I'm so tired of the game. I'm so tired of him. You are my only friend Hal. I haven't anyone else but you. I will let you touch me today Hal without any strings attached. Tell me what you want Hal and I will give it to you." She always insisted that he whisper in her ear what he wanted from her.
Okay he would bite. Mrs. Grant liked games and he was more than willing to play. He whispered in her ear what he wanted from her. "Turn around. Let me unzip your dress." She had on a slip, bra, and panties underneath the dress. He wanted her naked. She hated being naked for a man it was degrading but she did it. Right away Hal was all over her breasts like he would swallow them whole. He reminded her of Big Jerry. Big Jerry loved her large breasts. And on several occasions all he did was suck and fuck them. She had been bought and paid for Big Jerry would say, so she had no say as to how he used her body. He was always quick to remind her of that so she always let him have his way. Sex had always been an out of body experience for her anyway. She rarely felt anything at all during the ritual.
At the moment Hal had his fingers inside her and she felt nothing. She was holding him though telling him how good he was making her feel. Wasn't that the lot of women to lie to men, stoke their egos, tell them they were great lovers, and to make men feel good?
When he was ready to do the deed he pulled out the condom that she required and asked her to put it on him. She did. The poor man was small even after he was excited. He pushed inside of her and pumped four or five times and it was all over. As was usual he then flopped on top of her crushing her. Ordinarily she would have pushed him off of her. She despised the sex act. Today however she held him tightly even after it was over. She needed the connection to another human. She had not felt anything sexually but he had given her peace. She placed a kiss on his forehead. Hal was a two minute man and she was grateful. That was more than enough for her today.
He opened his eyes and wondered what was happening. She hadn't pushed him off of her nor had she made some snide remark about his sexual prowess. He was glad because he didn't want to hear it today. She had actually kissed his forehead and she was still holding him and rubbing his back. He wanted to kiss her but he didn't dare. One of the rules was there was to be no kissing. However she had called him and obviously wanted to have sex with him. He liked screwing her. It was thrilling screwing the First Lady of the United States even though she wasn't really into it. He wanted her again and he felt himself reviving inside her warm snatch. He went back to her breasts and started to feast on them again.
She had felt him hardening inside her and he was back at her breasts gnawing at her like he was dog with a bone. "Hal what are you doing. It's twelve o'clock. We need to straighten out this bed and get back down stairs. Plus reusing the same condom is a no-no. Cut it out. Get off of me."
He stopped dead in his tracks. He had thought she wanted another round. He thought maybe she was warming up to him and their encounters. Just maybe they were becoming more than a sexual transaction. He was wrong obviously. He carefully pulled from her got up and went into the bathroom. He flushed the condom down the toilet and cleaned up. He came out of the bathroom tucking his shirt in his pants. She wasn't dressed like she usually was. She had put the slip back on but not her bra and panties. He was looking at those on the floor. He was still lusting after her. His erection was still was at attention and she was smiling at him.
"Hal you seem to want more. Do you want more Hal? If you do Hal ask me for it. Tell me what you want. Tell me. I'm in a generous mood today. I want to make you happy." The man had gotten her through this morning with his friendship. He had shown her tenderness and kindness. It was more than any other man had shown her after using her body. She was going to need him in the future when she struck against her husband. She needed to be kinder to him. She needed to bind him to her. Having been a professional in another life she knew what bound men to women.
"Tell me Hal what do you want to do now?"
"Are you sure Mrs. Grant? I know all of this is hard for you. A woman like you shouldn't have to offer your body for information about her spouse. You should be taken care up in all ways at home in your own bed."
"We both know that doesn't happen don't we Hal? Call me Melanie today. Let me see what you are hiding Hal. Let me see it. Tell Melanie what you want."
He couldn't believe his ears. She was going to let him have another go. He was hard and ready. He whispered in her ear what he wanted. He had dreams about what he wanted to do to her. He wanted it really bad. She had asked what he wanted and he told her in the basest of terms. He was going to go for the gusto. The woman was a little batty. She could change her mind any minute. He wondered if she would do it. It was freaky but it was what he wanted. He was waiting. She was looking at him directly saying absolutely nothing. He was stroking himself. What was she going to do?
Mellie got up on the bed and lay on her back. She pulled her breasts from the confines of her slip. She pushed them together a couple of times suggestively and ran her tongue along her lips. What Hal wanted was Big Jerry Grant 101. She had perfected this particular skill years ago. She could end this in less than the two minutes Ha; required. She could clean up, get dressed, and say good-bye to her daddy. Then she could go home and plan her next strike against her husband.
"Come to Melanie and let her make you happy."