The Affair
8. Ooops, where's all those beans?
Friday, April 17th 2020
12:10 PM
Sam had chosen the restaurant this month; Macrina Café in the Belltown neighborhood. Carly and Fred had both arrived a few minutes before noon. It was a lovely day, so Carly had chosen a table outside, on the sidewalk.
"Sam's late! I hope her appointment went ok, Freddie. George and I got in a mess with IRS once. Our tax guy said one thing, but IRS said he was wrong. That cost us plenty."
"Yeah, I know Carl's… death and taxes. Being self employed, I have a go-round with them every year it seems… I'd give her a call, but I don't want to disturb her if she's still in the meeting."
Carly and Sam had spoken at least every other day for more years than they could remember. Carly, of course, knew all about Sam's appointment today.
"I'm sure she told you, but you know Sam had the house phone taken out a couple days ago. She only has the cell now, so you should take the house number off your speed dial, Freddie."
Fred knew all about it, but didn't say anything to Carly. He and Sam had thought that Carly would try to call Sam at home, but she spent most of her time at Fred's now. So the land line that could incriminate her was removed.
Sam came walking around the corner, it didn't look good. Sam was wearing a cute dress accessorized with a death glare, her eyes narrowed slits. She sat down at the table and slowly looked from Fred to Carly and back…
"That… low life… Ergh! I'm so pissed! Phil didn't file taxes the entire time we were together. I owe piles of money to the government! The upside to all this is I know where Phil is. The IRS wants him, bad. It seems he had some other problems before we were together. They knocked off all the penalties and interest for giving them his address and cell number. The IRS agents set up a payment schedule for me, but I'm broke, and will be for the next four years. I can't even afford the tiny apartment I'm in now. I'll have to move… Damn it! Now, get this, the bastard was married to some gal in Arizona, and was never divorced! We were never legally married!"
During Sam's tirade, the waitress came over and took our orders, then brought our drinks. Sam and Carly were bemoaning the fact that Sam's present apartment wasn't in the best area in town. To find a less expensive place in a nice area would be impossible. While they were talking, Fred had been thinking, so he put his thoughts to words.
"Well ladies, it's a good thing I had my armor polished this morning."
Both Carly and Sam looked to Freddie with questioning expressions.
"The handsome, wonderful, and oh so clever white knight has heard your cries blond demon, er I mean damsel. Behind my house, is an entire, working, functioning apartment twice the size of the one your in now. You both should be very familiar with it since the plans for the remodeling of it was designed by the two of you. Samantha, would you be so kind as to grace my very vacant apartment with your broke self, semi free of charge? Let's say your rent would be cooking for me a few times a month."
The two women stared at Fred, stunned.
"Do you mean Sam can move into your mother in law apartment, for free? That's a nice place!" Carly said.
Sam didn't say a word. Her expression had gone from questioning to utter amazement. Finally ending at a 'little girl gets a pony Christmas morning' smile.
"It's obvious Carly. The demon has been smitten by my charm and candor. She has lost the power of speech! Indeed, I am a genius!"
Carly had the giggles; Sam seemed to snap out of her stupor…
"You really mean that, don't you Fred? I'm shocked by your generosity! I know we're friends, but this is beyond the boundaries, don't you think?"
"No, it's not Sam, not in the least. Look… the apartment hasn't had anything other than cardboard boxes in it since I finished the remodeling. It's really a great two bedroom place. You and Carly designed the huge kitchen so we three could entertain easily. You might as well use it. You've kind of gotten hammered with this Phil thing, so you know… The old cliché 'what are friends for'? So, do you want to move in?"
"Yes, please!" Sam said.
"Good, ok then. We can start moving your stuff this weekend if you want. I'll go home after lunch and get the boxes and stored stuff out of the apartment and give it a good cleaning. Since you are now poor, Carly and I will split the bill."
Carly said "Let's all go clean the place. We'll have it done in no time. If you want, we could begin moving stuff this evening."
Freddie left to go begin cleaning the apartment when the girls began talking about Phil's previous marriage. Bigamy wasn't looked on well in Washington. Sam was sure she would be getting a call from the police before this was all over.
Friday, April 17th 2020
2:20 PM
Freddie had finished moving and stacking the cardboard boxes from the apartment into the garage. He would be able to recycle them, but not until he was sure Sam wouldn't need them for storage or moving. He was starting to vacuum the floors when he saw her in the doorway. She ran into his arms and buried her head in his chest.
"We have enough time, you know…" She said, grinning.
"Where's…"
"She had some errands, and then is picking up Larry at day care."
"You know, I always liked you in a dress. You rarely wear them though…"
He began by pulling her into a deep kiss. All while gently sliding his had inside her panties and caressing her. Soon she began to moan. He turned her around, lifted her dress and removed her panties. In the same motion he dropped his trousers and took her standing, from behind.
Not long after they finished, they heard the little boy talking as he came down the driveway. Moments later little Larry burst into the apartment.
"Uncle Fred" he yelled and ran into Fred's hug.
"Hey guys! Look who Auntie Sam rescued from day care!"
Carly put down the broom, and smiled.
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