entrance of the clothing store. She stepped inside. She spotted three young, well-dressed men among the racks, but not Dal.
One of them approached. 'How can I help you, this morning?'
'Is Dal here?'
'No, but I am. I'm Ken.'
She'd heard tales of Ken. He looked as slick and artificial as Dal described him.
'Has Dal already gone to lunch?' she asked.
'No. As a matter of fact, he didn't come in today. He's down with a bug, as they say. I'm sure that I can be of service, though.'
'Thank you,' she said, and turned away.
***
Outside, she walked. She gazed straight ahead. Her stomach hurt. She felt like curling up, and hugging her belly, and shutting her eyes tightly. She wanted to close out everything-the whole damn world.
First Dave.
Now Dal. She'd lost him. She knew she'd lost him because why else would he call in sick to work, and keep it a secret from her?
God, she thought they'd been happy together.
Someone grabbed her arm, jerked her backwards. A car flashed past, inches away. She turned to the man, who still held her arm.
'Are you okay?' he asked. His blue eyes looked gentle and concerned.
'Guess I'd better watch where I'm going, huh?"
'Unless you've got ambitions to be a hood ornament.'
She laughed. 'Well, I owe you one.'
'I'm ready to collect.'
'Oh?'
'What did you have in mind?' he asked. 'One what?'
'How about a Bloody Mary?'
'Accepted.'
'I'm Connie,' she said, and offered her hand.
He shook it. 'I'm Pete.'
***
'Come on Wednesday.' Elizabeth had told him, Friday night.
'I don't know,' Dal had said.
'Wednesday,' she repeated. 'That will give us time to miss one another.'
'But there's Connie. I can't just take off, Wednesday night, without some kind of excuse.'
'If you don't wish to arouse her suspicion, come during the day when you're supposed to be at work.'
'I only get an hour for lunch.'
'Take the whole day off. Spend it with me.'
He shook his head. 'I don't know, Elizabeth. That's… it's taking a big chance.'
'If you don't wish to come, don't come.' She kissed him lightly on the mouth, I'll be here Wednesday, waiting.'
For days, he'd thought about her offer. He didn't want to go. He had a decent job, and a good set-up with Connie. He could lose both, if he kept on with Elizabeth.
Also, she frightened him.
If a woman could enjoy screwing men in front of her paralyzed husband… God, no telling what else she might do, no telling what she might want Dal to do.
He decided, finally, to stay away. He would be much better off if he never saw Elizabeth again.
He was pleased with his decision. He felt clean and honest and relieved.
He was halfway to work, Wednesday morning, when he changed his mind. He called Lane Brothers from Elizabeth 's house. When Ken answered, he explained that he'd come down with a bad case of diarrhea.
'Don't give me that shit,' Ken had said, and laughed outrageously.
'I should be able to make it in tomorrow,' he said.
Elizabeth unzipped him.
'Have yourself a nice vacation,' Ken said.
Her hand reached in and fondled him. 'Vacation, my ass.'
More laughter from Ken.
Elizabeth freed his penis. 'Okay, see you tomorrow, Ken.' She put it in her mouth.
'See you then, buddy. Keep your shit together.'
Dal hung up. ' Mission accomplished,' he said with a trembling voice. Elizabeth moaned. As she sucked and licked. Dal stroked her soft hair. 'No audience?' he asked.
She didn't answer. Her mouth worked. Her hands unfastened his pants, and pulled them down, and clutched his bare buttocks.
He saw Herbert off to the right. Outside by the pool.
One of them approached. 'How can I help you, this morning?'
'Is Dal here?'
'No, but I am. I'm Ken.'
She'd heard tales of Ken. He looked as slick and artificial as Dal described him.
'Has Dal already gone to lunch?' she asked.
'No. As a matter of fact, he didn't come in today. He's down with a bug, as they say. I'm sure that I can be of service, though.'
'Thank you,' she said, and turned away.
***
Outside, she walked. She gazed straight ahead. Her stomach hurt. She felt like curling up, and hugging her belly, and shutting her eyes tightly. She wanted to close out everything-the whole damn world.
First Dave.
Now Dal. She'd lost him. She knew she'd lost him because why else would he call in sick to work, and keep it a secret from her?
God, she thought they'd been happy together.
Someone grabbed her arm, jerked her backwards. A car flashed past, inches away. She turned to the man, who still held her arm.
'Are you okay?' he asked. His blue eyes looked gentle and concerned.
'Guess I'd better watch where I'm going, huh?"
'Unless you've got ambitions to be a hood ornament.'
She laughed. 'Well, I owe you one.'
'I'm ready to collect.'
'Oh?'
'What did you have in mind?' he asked. 'One what?'
'How about a Bloody Mary?'
'Accepted.'
'I'm Connie,' she said, and offered her hand.
He shook it. 'I'm Pete.'
***
'Come on Wednesday.' Elizabeth had told him, Friday night.
'I don't know,' Dal had said.
'Wednesday,' she repeated. 'That will give us time to miss one another.'
'But there's Connie. I can't just take off, Wednesday night, without some kind of excuse.'
'If you don't wish to arouse her suspicion, come during the day when you're supposed to be at work.'
'I only get an hour for lunch.'
'Take the whole day off. Spend it with me.'
He shook his head. 'I don't know, Elizabeth. That's… it's taking a big chance.'
'If you don't wish to come, don't come.' She kissed him lightly on the mouth, I'll be here Wednesday, waiting.'
For days, he'd thought about her offer. He didn't want to go. He had a decent job, and a good set-up with Connie. He could lose both, if he kept on with Elizabeth.
Also, she frightened him.
If a woman could enjoy screwing men in front of her paralyzed husband… God, no telling what else she might do, no telling what she might want Dal to do.
He decided, finally, to stay away. He would be much better off if he never saw Elizabeth again.
He was pleased with his decision. He felt clean and honest and relieved.
He was halfway to work, Wednesday morning, when he changed his mind. He called Lane Brothers from Elizabeth 's house. When Ken answered, he explained that he'd come down with a bad case of diarrhea.
'Don't give me that shit,' Ken had said, and laughed outrageously.
'I should be able to make it in tomorrow,' he said.
Elizabeth unzipped him.
'Have yourself a nice vacation,' Ken said.
Her hand reached in and fondled him. 'Vacation, my ass.'
More laughter from Ken.
Elizabeth freed his penis. 'Okay, see you tomorrow, Ken.' She put it in her mouth.
'See you then, buddy. Keep your shit together.'
Dal hung up. ' Mission accomplished,' he said with a trembling voice. Elizabeth moaned. As she sucked and licked. Dal stroked her soft hair. 'No audience?' he asked.
She didn't answer. Her mouth worked. Her hands unfastened his pants, and pulled them down, and clutched his bare buttocks.
He saw Herbert off to the right. Outside by the pool.
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