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For Granted - Part I

 

 

 

Since graduating from college, Simon and Melissa lived with her

parent’s at their large estate in Rhode Island. Melissa, more than Simon,

wanted to move out, away from her rich father’s influence. Even though

he had the best intentions in the world, Melissa 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 Melissa 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, Melissa 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 Melissa,

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,

Melissa 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. Melissa, 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 uncharacteristically 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, Melissa

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, Melissa noticed the shadow of someone off to the side, but she

was too horny to concern herself with one of her husband’s drunk

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. Melissa 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. Melissa 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.

Melissa 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. Melissa 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 Melissa’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, Melissa 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 Melissa 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,

Melissa 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. Melissa 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 Melissa 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 Melissa 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 Melissa’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, Melissa

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 Melissa 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. Melissa 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.

Melissa 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, Melissa 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!" Melissa 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 Melissa continued to fuck him like some sex-

starved nymphomaniac, Simon weakly dropped down to sit on the wooden

bench by the railing.

Melissa 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 Melissa 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. Melissa

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 Melissa’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 a dizziness as blurred images

of the scene he witnessed on the patio at The Landing came back to him.

Melissa’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 Melissa 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?" Melissa 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, then mumbled under his breath as she walked

out of their bedroom, "That’s not what I’d call it!"

Melissa 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 that

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." Melissa 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," Melissa 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,

Melissa 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 muskies 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, Melissa, 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, Melissa 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."

 

Melissa 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! Melissa 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?" Melissa 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." Melissa 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 Melissa

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, Melissa 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,

Melissa 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, Melissa 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, Melissa 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 Melissa 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 Melissa 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, Melissa 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, Melissa 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 Melissa became ashamed from the way she was reacting.

Tentatively, Jack raised his right hand. Melissa 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. Melissa 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. Melissa 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 themselves inside the

only piece of clothing she had on. Like a hot knife through butter, Jack

ripped her panties on both sides.

Melissa’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. Melissa’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. Melissa, 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 suppose 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 me 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 Melissa 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 Melissa 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!

Melissa 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 Melissa’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 Melissa’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!

Melissa 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. Melissa 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,

Melissa 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. Melissa 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, Melissa’s sex life was

phenomenal. She was one of the most sought after girls on campus, and

with good reason. Melissa 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, Melissa

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.

Melissa 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 Melissa

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, Melissa 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. Melissa 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, Melissa 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, or 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 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, Sy. 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! Melissa 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

Melissa 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 was adoring, 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, Sy. I’ve got shopping to do and a

house to clean. I really have to go."

Feeling sorry for himself 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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