Mr Taboo (Microwave Fiction - Hot Quick Done) by D T Pollard

D T Pollard
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    Copyright July 2013
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    Danny T. Pollard
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    Meagan Wilkins pulled her naked, toned frame out of the heated whirlpool spa and walked the twenty yards up to the main house as the heat from her body formed a condensation cloud around her in the cold night air. U nder the moonlight and stars Meagan appeared to be some sort of spirit with the steam cloud trailing behind her as she moved with the heat from her feet leaving steaming footprints in the cold grass. What Meagan did in that swirling pool of hot water with a man she would not have touched months ago would have her father spinning in his cold Mississippi grave. Meagan thoughts ran back to the time she first encountered this new man in her life.
    “What did you say you r name was again?” Meagan asked the handsome man standing at her checkout counter.
    “My name is Jonathan Taboo,” the man answered.
    Meagan Wilkins worked at a fine women’s undergarment’s boutique and the apparel this gentleman selected, combined with his name, aroused her curiosity. Meagan placed the crotchless panties, sheer bras and flavored oils in Mr. Taboo’s bags. This man was about thirty-two years old, six foot two inches tall and had a dark chocolate skin tone with a bald head. Meagan was not wealthy, but she knew about expensive things and he was wearing a twenty thousand dollar diamond encrusted watch.
    “Taboo is an interesting name, I’ve never heard it before,” Meagan said.
    “I selected it myself because it seemed appropriate,” Jonathan said with a smile.
    “Your wife will love these items you’ve selected for her,” Meagan said.
    “Oh, these are not for my wife, I don’t have one of those, they’re for some close friends. A man can’t have too many friends, can he?” Jonathan said to Meagan with a questioning look.
    Meagan was an ambitious woman who felt that she had stalled out in life. Meagan was thirty five