Season 1 Episode 13 - Extreme Seduction

For a man with such a checkered past in the seduction department it could be said that John Ross finally got his just deserts.

He could not account for why his wife had gone up ten points in the sexiness meter just by getting pregnant. Her skin had acquired the luster of pearls and her cheeks had a permanent blush. She looked at him with such love he thought he would ignite like a flame.

She was in a perpetual good mood. She cooked in shorts that left her long legs exposed, and in tops that seemed to always be falling off of one shoulder or another. When her shorts stopped fitting she just left the top button open. He found himself worrying, out loud, if they were going to fall off.

"So what?" She shrugged. "I'm in the house, nobody can see me."

I can see you, you...playboy bunny. "Can't we afford you some new clothes? They have a name for them, don't they? Mother clothes."

"Maternity clothes, dummy." She broke out into the most delicious, loud laughter and when he faked being offended she came for him with open arms, insisting on kissing him and then being held tightly in his arms, until he could hardly keep from pulling her down on the couch with him.

"Let's go get you some, then," he said, to get her on another track. "We can certainly afford them. Been making a ton of money on the stock market lately."

But that strategy turned out to be disastrous. When they found a maternity shop, she was suddenly very enthusiastic about the maternity clothes, and insisted on modeling them for his approval.

These shorts were no less short, and the tops no less skimpy, except that she insisted they were sooo cute and comfortable she had to try them all.

Afterwards, he took her to dinner at one of the hotels.

"I can cook," she protested.

"Darling, I can't allow that." He didn't say it was because she had already spent so much energy on clothes shopping. He said instead, "You had me doing such hard work there, judging all those clothes, I'm starving. I couldn't bear to wait the three hours it would take for you to cook dinner."

"Oh pooh. You're such a liar," she said. "You just hate my food."

"I promise you, I DO NOT hate your food."

When they got home she insisted on showing how grateful she was. But he maneuvered her out of her amorous state. "Darling, you look dead on your feet, let me put you to bed with a foot rub. You know you can't resist my foot rubs."

"Okay," she answered, and extended her arms, for him to pick her up and carry her.

As time went by this became another tease of hers, "I'm too heavy for you now," she would say.

He then had to insist on showing her he could pick her up just fine. He didn't realize until later that he had been training for a life saving marathon.

But the tricky part of carrying her to bed was that she would make him fall into bed with her and put a hand on her belly to feel the flutter of the babies. From there, kissing her tummy, her hair, her lips were easy steps to forgetting he had to keep away from her.

It was precisely on one of these occasions that Pamela decided she had had enough. Whether it was because of her pregnancy or some other reason related to her panic attacks concerning sex, she and John Ross had been practicing this hands-off platonic love affair.

No matter how hard she tried to seduce him he managed to evade her. At first she thought she was no longer wanted. But so many things he did testified to his love for her.

She decided to stop tip-toeing around and give him no escape. For herself, she had no fears. She knew what she wanted and that was John Ross Ewing.

"Excuse me, darling, there's a bit of work I just got to get done tonight, so I can bid on these stocks tomorrow," he said, rolling out of her grasp and getting out of bed.

"Don't darling me, John Ross," she said. "Not unless you're willing to put your money where your mouth is."

"Baby, I just don't think we should do this now, you and the babies need your rest."

She got out of bed now, and blocked his path, insinuating herself into his arms again. "Don't blame our babies John Ross. Don't you-," she sniffed, "don't you want me anymore?"

He tightened his hold on her, "Baby, I want you something fierce."

"Nothing's going to happen," she whispered, "I promise."

The gusto with which John Ross had formerly enjoyed his sex life returned. His joy in this moment exceeded anything he had ever felt before. To be given another taste of something he had once taken for granted and then, had had taken away from him, perhaps forever, felt like an absolution from Providence.

For Pamela, the feeling was all ecstasy. To be touched, to be caressed, to be loved with such gentleness and yet such passion. The intensity just mounted in her until she realized she couldn't breathe anymore. Her throat had seized up, her lungs could not bear it. She mustered all her courage and said, "John Ross, Baby, can you excuse me for just a sec?"

"Sure baby, I'll be right here."

She couldn't let him see her like this. She had to calm her nerves. But when she got to the bathroom and locked the door behind her, she experienced an overwhelming desire to vomit. She turned on the water in the sink to cover the sound of it and kneeled down in front of the toilet and emptied all the contents of her stomach.

"Baby?" she heard, from outside the door.

Oh my God. She couldn't hurt him like this. He could not know what was going on. She had to calm herself. He had been so sweet, so loving. Sooo understanding of all her setbacks.

But she knew. It hurt him to be denied. It destroyed his pride. It made him feel unloved and a beggar for affection. John Ross would never beg for love. He would simply go without. But after a while he came to believe he didn't deserve any. She knew him. At the core of this very cocky man was just a little boy, fighting for love.

"Baby? Don't do this. You can't lock the door. I have to know you're alright." His voice was filled with fear.

"Baby, I'm fine." She said, hastily wiping the tears off her face. Why couldn't she give the man she loved what she wanted to give him? She was furious with herself.

She got up and unlocked the door.

"Thank you," he said. But he did not come in.

When she came out of the bathroom a few minutes later he was not there. There was a note on the bed that said,

"Went for a jog,
love you,
Sleep well."

She cried herself to sleep waiting for him to come home. She had hurt him so badly he couldn't let her see it. He was out there in the night, jogging alone. With the devil on his trail.

The next morning when John Ross woke up he also found a note on the pillow, instead of his wife.

"Went to see Gina.
be back soon
love you"

Gina had agreed to take Pamela before her first patient since she could not wait till her weekly scheduled appointment. What she saw in front of her was a deeply angry woman. Pamela had always appeared too passive to be normal and Gina was happy to see her expressing another range of emotions.

"Whats got your panties in a bind?"

"There is something wrong with me," she said. "Something deeply wrong with me."

"What do you think it is?" Gina prodded.

"I want to make love to my husband so bad. So bad I'm like a bitch in heat."

"Well the hormones of pregnancy-"

"Forget the hormones! I looove that man! I literally ache for him. I want to show him how I feel. I want his arms around me. "

"Okay so what's the problem? Dr Anika hasn't forbidden it, has she? Because it's GOOD for the babies."

Pamela explained, "When he touches me here, or here, I shut down."

"Wow. That seems like a very specific trigger. "

"Can you put me under hypnosis and find out why?"

"I can help you remember but we don't know what we'll find."

"I don't want to remember, I just want you to get inside my mind, find out what is wrong, and fix it."

John Ross was trying to concentrate on his stocks portfolio but to no avail. He wanted to know what was going on in Gina's office. It wasn't unusual for Pamela to see her alone, she had been doing that for some time now. But her emergency appointment this morning surely had to do with the events of last night. Was Gina unlocking more of her subconscious? Letting lose other memories?

If, so, he should brace himself. Anything could happen now. This could be the day of reckoning. The day when she would finally decide to kick him to the curb.

He heard the car pull in at that moment and stayed exactly where he was. He had to be sitting down if his knees were about to be cut out from under him.

She walked into the house with a purpose and threw her bag down on the couch.

He stood up, she kissed him with the force of the old, bold Pamela.

"Um, that was nice, dar-"

"Touch me. Touch me there," she moved his hands.

"Wait, let's not start this again," he said, persuading.

"Touch me there!"

"Pammie, let's not start something we can't finish. It's hard, you know. I'm a guy."

She pushed her body into his, while he held up his hands like a man under arrest, and backed away. Now she had him against a wall. She grabbed his collar with both hands. "What? You can sleep around with any hoochie that offers but you're going to deny me my rights?"

"Ha ha ha! Deny your-"

She slapped him now.

He grabbed her by the wrists, "Whoah, woman. What's gotten into you?"

"I'm mad. No, I'm furious," she stomped.

"I'm listening," he said, looking down into her eyes.

"That son of a bitch doctor stuck something in my brain. An off switch for sex!"

"A what?"

"He made it so that if you touched me there, or there, I'd get sick."

"So-" he breathed now, his anger at the doctor vying with his reawakened lust for his wife. It wasn't an aversion to him, after all.

"So, I had it taken out."

"Are you sure?" He started to kiss her face in odd places.

"Let's test it out, Baby. Pleeease," she said.

He picked her up in his arms now and carried her off to their bedroom.

It was a month since John Ross and Pamela had a achieved total felicity. The beautiful rhythm of life had been enhanced by the addition of a healthy sex life. Pamela was now six months pregnant, and without complications.

Their counseling work with Gina had also steadily progressed. They had learned about themselves and about each other. And they now knew what they valued above all things.

Dr. Anika encouraged Pamela not to over exert herself, and to wear a weight bearing belt as she gained pounds with the pregnancy. Because her trauma with the previous twins had involved the placenta partially detaching from the uterus wall it was highly possible she might spend the last months of the pregnancy in bed rest. But the longer she went without signs of trouble, the better became the odds of her carrying to term.

Pamela was very focused on getting things ready for the babies. A smaller guest room was being converted into a nursery. Pamela wanted it painted a very light shade of blue because they'd discovered the babies were twin boys. They did it together, which meant John Ross did ninety five percent of it, while she gave unnecessary instructions and did imaginary touch ups.

John Ross encouraged Pamela to shop over the internet, because going out on daily shopping sprees was exhausting. But this meant he was the one who had to assemble cribs and dressers and changing tables. Lucky for him, it was always with much help and encouragement. He found she was more adept at reading the assemblage instructions than he was. She had had previous experience. In any case, they spent much time together in this labor of love.

"John Ross that doesn't go there. Turn it around, see? This screw goes here."

"I can drill for oil faster than I can put this here baby crib together," he mumbled, under his breath.

"You're silly. You're doing great." she kissed him on the cheek. "Aren't you happy doing this?"

"To tell you the truth Pamela Barnes, I'm happier than I think a man has a right to be. I never thought I'd come to have so much in my life. "

"What do you mean? Are your stock trades going so well?"

"I wasn't talking about that. I was talking about having a gorgeous sexy wife, and babies of my own. A family, a kick ass family. Damn!"

"And why do you think you don't have a right to that?"

"'Cause I come from a broken family. I never believed in happily ever after. And most of all, because I've done things. Things that make me undeserving."

"John Ross, I know you cheated on me."

"With somebody you know."

She held up her hand "I've told you I don't care about who-"

"It was Emma." He couldn't hold it in anymore.

She stopped all movement. Then she struggled to get up from her cross legged position and he jumped up to help her. When she was standing she shook his hands off and walked into the master bedroom and locked the door.

Before she'd closed it he said. "I'm so sorry baby. But you had to know."

But was that true? Or had he just told her to get it off his chest? So he could stop living as if he had a sword hanging over his head. It was selfish. If he had to carry that secret till the end of his life it would be a just penance. He should not have unloaded it onto her.

But was he being entirely fair? Didn't their new life together deserve the truth?

Pamela went into the bedroom, but only because she wanted to get away from John Ross. What she really needed was to put some distance between herself and this house. She'd been cooped up almost without leaving for days now.

Every time she learned something about her past, she felt like the earth shook beneath her feet and she had to regroup. Now, she stepped out of the bedroom through the terrace doors and made her way to the little garden gate leading down the steps to the shore. If she walked on the beach maybe she could think this out. She'd left everything behind, including her cell phone, so she could be in peace.