Mary Had A Little Lamborghini

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Mary had a Little Lamborghini By Debbie Girard

Triskelion Publishing in September 2005 This work is copyrighted as of 2005 by Debborah Girard.

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Chapter 1

Bad enough the road to loneliness went through hell, but to have to go through it every damn day for the last six months, definitely diabolic. The stack of wet tissues on the coffee table, a mild indication of her mood. It had been that long to the day since she and ex-fiancé, Woody Kelso, broke up. Bastard. He hadn’t even called to see if she was alive or not. She didn’t even know where he was living now. To think, Mary O’Hare, daughter of a major movie studio owner, at a loss. This was a fucking first. She was in a relationship slump, something not even Daddy could fix. Poor Daddy. He’s so sweet, so meticulously involved with his business, he barely made time for his wife and two children. She and her brother John rarely saw their father as they grew up. Not that he didn’t make up for it in other ways, he just didn’t have time to hear about a fucking run away boyfriend. Understandable. At times she missed his interaction, his discipline, and other times, she didn’t. Also understandable. She’d been a normal adolescent, now a normal young woman whose boyfriend had fucked off without a second thought. Fuck. She couldn’t get passed that. It swirled in her head and beat up against her brain. Daddy, John O’Hare the second, so wanted his children to participate in the business. So far, he got his wish with her brother, young John, as her dad called him. Young John took up an office next to Daddy, learning the ropes. Good for him. He deserved to be there. He had his fucking life in order. Mary’s proved to be more undisciplined. The way she saw it, why waste valuable time in a stuffy office when the business would be hers and her brother’s anyway? No, she had very different ideas, and right now, the only one on her mind was nowhere to be found. “Woody. Woody. You’d think you’d damn well be over your hang-ups by now.” So what if I’m wealthy and you’re not. Big fucking deal. He should be happy he’d never want for anything the rest of his life. Why? Why, couldn’t he accept that? Why did he have to make such a big deal out of it? Not just a big deal. A big, fat, fucking deal. Men. Males like Woody had more pride than justifiably permitted for one person. It was a surplus of bullshit that he clung to like a lifeline, his mantra. Well in this day and age, people could cut through bullshit with an eyelash. It just didn’t make sense for him to cling to such antiquated rubbish. He behaved like a young man cloaked with old world protocol. At first she thought it was special about him, and it was, but he just didn’t know when to let it go. Mary flipped through the television channels. Her sixty-two inch, built-in flat screen was lost in the vast room. It looked like a checker in the middle of her wall, flanked by paintings and imitation potted plants. There was nothing on Friday nights, nothing to hold her interest anyway. She rose from the white leather sofa, sauntered to her condo kitchen and pulled a soda from the refrigerator. The tab snapped with ease and she tipped it back to her mouth. “Woody, where the hell are you?” He had to be out of Los Angeles or someone in her entourage would have spotted him somewhere. It wasn’t happening. As far as she knew, they still had the same friends, frequented the same spots. Yet, no one had seen him. Didn’t make sense. No one outside her family members could be savvy enough to veto the security team that surrounded them. It would mean disloyalty on everyone’s part to keep his whereabouts from her and she didn’t see that as possible. No way. The team was responsible and very diligent. Where the hell did he go? How did he scamper out of everyone’s sight? Was he parading around as a fucking drag queen or something? Mary turned the air conditioning down, grabbed a throw and returned to the living room. She opted for the comfort of her chaise lounger and folded the blanket over her legs. “You’re hiding, Woody. But where?”

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He did move out of his shared apartment with no forwarding address. Unless his roommate was sworn to secrecy. No. Lee had such an honest face, she’d be able to tell right away. Maybe Woody was trying to teach her a lesson? That could be what he was up to. He was so fucking literal. Damn him. Why the hell did she sit around her condo on a Friday night pinning over this? She should be fine dinning at Dimitri’s, and then dancing the night away at whatever club took her fancy. What the hell’s up with this? Something was fucking wrong with this picture. If anyone walked in on her right now, she’d look like a pitiful little rich girl. The ones people laugh at when they’re hurting, because little rich girls shouldn’t hurt or want for anything. They had everything money could buy. All displays of weakness perceived as a spoiled tantrum. Fuck em’. She knew what she was. There’s no need to prove anything. She didn’t give a damn what people thought. Not to say that idiom hadn’t gotten her into trouble a time or two. Mary allowed her head to fall back into the soft cushioning of the chaise. She stared at the stark wall ahead and at the many lit original oils that hung strategically for her amusement. Her eyes shifted toward the door. “If he walks through that door right now, I’ll fucking kill him,” she hissed, running her hands through her hair. “Woody, you son-of-a-bitch. Call me.” She looked over at the desk phone, picked up her cell. Nothing. Neither was ringing and there were no messages. If the shoe were on the other foot, what the hell would he think of her if she up and broke up with him because of his financial background? He’d certainly have some choice words for her and so would everyone else. No matter how she looked at it, she couldn’t find a fair playing field. Wasn’t love supposed to conquer all? Probably all bullshit too. Mary half rose, reaching for the television remote. She flicked channel after channel. Nothing. That’s it. She was reduced to a sad, boring lifestyle. No lover for her. Then she remembered and clicked on the VCR, pushing play. There’s my Woody. This was all she had left of him. The three sex tapes they made together. She watched them over and over again. Pitiful. Couples sex tapes were all the rage lately and they too had to have one, then another and another. She certainly had all the equipment, hell she could have hired a camera crew if he’d wanted. But he didn’t. He preferred the two of them and state of the art equipment. That’s all Woody wanted. He enjoyed making them just as he enjoyed watching them. So did she. Never did she believe this would be all she had left of him. She had no inkling he’d be up and gone one day. There were no telltale signs and he wasn’t that fucking great of an actor to have hidden that from her. God. He’s gorgeous. That spiked shoe-shined blonde hair, blue eyes that reminded her of a certain lagoon in Fiji, and those crater dimples on his cheeks were her undoing. Not to mention the body. No one on earth had anything on him. Woody may have been born poor, but the Lord made up for it in another way. He had a cock, which proportionate to weight and size, would rival a horse, and a tight butt to match. “Oh, did I mention the cock?” she mumbled to herself, her tongue moistening her lips. Seeing his large hand run up and down her creamy white thighs, kneading her receptive flesh with strong fingers, turned her on. He breathed heavily. So did she. Those same fingers kept returning to the wide spread mount between her legs. Mary saw herself shift and open herself wider, trying to snatch those damn teasing fingers once and for all. Not on your life. Woody liked to perform. He imitated the fucking porno kings. So much drama. They both loved it. It made for good entertainment. Thank God she had these tapes now. It was all she had left of a one-year relationship. It wasn’t as good as the real thing, but damn close. How he loved to perform. The typical small town boy unleashed in L.A. It was one big candy store for him. When she found him, he’d been running around looking for more and more of it, unable to satisfy his insatiable hunger, making up for years of abstinence, no doubt. She liked him so much that she took him into her candy store and locked the door. She remembered

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thinking; he’ll have a good supply now. Mary rewound the part where he summoned all his restraints to keep from devouring her in one mad rush. “I love this part.” She pulled out another tissue. His love for her never more apparent, his head fell back, his eyes closed, and the pleasure etching his features told the story. “You bastard. You beautiful bastard. Where the hell are you?” On occasion Woody chose to be a slow lover for the home camera. He liked to fantasize that she was a delicate fuck and he had to bring her about carefully and timely. Actually, nothing was further from the truth. God. If Daddy could see them now. If he could see what they did with the expensive equipment he’d given her, his hair would curl. She watched herself shift again, securing the tickling fingers against her inner thighs. When she raised her hips in anticipation, Woody’s cock spewed prematurely with eagerness. That did it for him every time. A natural sucker for a wet pussy. She couldn’t deny the fact she loved to tease him. The proof was right there in Technicolor. Although it wasn’t something she would readily admit to, but a character trait nonetheless. “Where’s the part where he talks dirty?” She fast-forwarded. “Ah, there it is.” “Hold it steady, ol’boy. You’re so beautiful, Mary. I can’t wait to ram it all the way home. Do you like what you see, honey? Why don’t you hold up that pussy for me again. C’mon, flex those muscles. I want to taste the fruit of my labor. I want to fucking taste every drop. Your candy is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted. Pull those lips apart and smear it on my face.” Mary pretended to raise her hips then changed her mind. She rubbed her nipples instead. She tweaked and twisted them into pointed arrows, noticing how Woody didn’t take his eyes off her ministrations. “You say I’m a tease, I say you are.” He allowed her playfulness to go on. “We both are. Funny what the camera brings out in people isn’t it?” His overgrown, turgid cock jerked painfully. She’d admired it, him, since he’d been in L.A. Now, as she lay under him, ripe for his loving, it was almost too good to be true. The day she accepted his first invitation, indeed the best day of her life. “Have I told you lately how happy you made me the day you agreed to go out with me?” “Jesus, Woody. Is that the best you can come up with? You’ve told me that everyday for the last year. Now, c’mon, start flashing that dick of yours.” “My dick’s flashing, honey. No doubt about it.” One hand molded around her heated pussy and squeezed in short, steady fist-fills. His other hand took a turn at her nipples. The double stimulation made his almighty cock jump for joy. “God. What a fucking toy you are. One of those keepers I can’t throw away no matter how raggedy it gets. One you play with over and over again because it possesses a special quality I can’t tire of. A toy after all, makes everyone feel good, transports you to that special place in your imagination. You do all of that to me and more. So much more. You’re the prize at the end of a long day at the county fair. That special birthday gift, the surprise under the Christmas tree. Mary O’Hare, fucking toy extraordinaire.” Mary could see her dark nipples peak stiffly, reaching as if to touch him, tantalizing him, pulling him down, in. The video microphone was obviously too close because the sound of both their heavy breathing was deafening at times. “What are you going to do with that thing, Woody? Tease me a little more?” “Yes. I’m going to tease you, baby. Relax. What’s the fucking rush?” “Looking at you makes me horny, that’s all.” “Imagine how I feel looking at you. That long red hair, those green eyes that rape me with their intensity, and a voluptuous body untouched by L.A. surgeons. You’re perfect. Can you begin to imagine how I fucking feel every time I look at you, say your name, hear your voice in my ear? Sometimes I have to pinch myself for Christ’s sake.”

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Woody repositioned himself. His middle fingers followed the thick, hair lined lips of her pussy and double teased her. Her legs were wide open, exposing her entire core to his gaze, his libido. She tried to capture his upper body and pull him down, but he resisted. “C’mon, Woody. I like it slow too, but this is ridiculous.” He snickered and reached for her open invitation, flicking the tantalizing bud of her pink clit with his fingers. He did something unexpected, solely for the camera. He moistened those fingers in his mouth then resumed rubbing her clit and watching with anticipation as it began to swell and pulse. He repeated this step with stamina, control and a healthy measure of drama. Some of his technique was directed toward the camera, some solely for the purpose of driving her wild. Gently he drew her lips farther apart to expose the inner flesh and entrance to the motherland. “I want to see that filet mignon sizzle, honey.” “Then put your lips on it and brand it.” “All in good time.” “Good time? Now’s the fucking time. Do it, dammit.” “I love it when I’ve got you on the verge of orgasm without doing anything but tease. Those are the best orgasms ever. Tell me how much you like it, Mary. Go on. I can’t wait to feel your nakedness around me, your peaked boobs crushed to my chest, but this part of the ritual is important to me. I need to hear you say the words. It always sounds so fucking unbelievable. Surreal. Here you are, the catch of L. A. and you want me. Hearing you say it is a trip. I never tire of those words ringing in his ears.” “For fuck sake. Yes. I love it. I love it so much; I want you to do something about it, now.” Her tone rose but that didn’t bother him. He had a one- track mind. “I’m going to do something about it. Take it easy.” He flashed the camera a Broadway smile. “Forever the fucking actor,” she laughed. “The lady doth propose.” He shifted his body where he could keep his fingers inserted and dangle his cock over her open mouth. “What does the lady propose now?” He laughed. His organ tracing her pretty lips over and over again, leaving a trace of silky pre-cum juice in its wake. Mary tried to talk and bite at it. Like bobbing for an apple. “I’m going to lick you until it hurts. Until you beg for satisfaction.” Her tongue darted out to soak up some of the hot liquid. “And then, just when you say swallow, baby, I’m going to pull away and ask you what the fucking rush is?” Her tone increasingly rose. “I love it when you’re hot and bothered. You’re quite an actress. Papa should have you in the movies.” He lowered his head, letting his tongue take over where his fingers left off. Her pussy was fragrant, stimulated by aromatic juice. He lifted his head, making sure the camera caught the size and thickness of his extra long tongue. It was snake-like and curled around her nub with precision. He rolled it, twirled it, poked it with the heat of his tongue and slathered it with saliva. Finally his mouth opened over it and slowly enclosed it with lusty eagerness. Both his tongue and lips took a turn at her making her moan with pleasure. Mary let a faint growl escape. “Ohoo. That feels good.” He lifted his head to shout. “Growl louder.” He resumed his position without skipping a beat. “You are so ready. Never have I been with a woman who so enjoyed sex.” A perfect duo. Their sexual appetites matched only by the quantity of performances. He banged her every chance he got. She loved it, so did he. They shared more than sex. It was a passion, a fever. He couldn’t keep his hands to himself and same for her. Or so he said. She believed him. Why shouldn’t she? Sex seemed to be the tie that bound them, that drew them together and made them yearn for each other when apart. What a rush. Neither would forget this as long as they lived. Mary growled like a lion between slurps. “You growl too,” she insisted. After every growl he sucked her hard, then let up the pressure before catching the bold clit again

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and again. As long as the clit pulsed, he was the man to put it out of its misery. “Nice, Woody.” “Smile for the camera, baby. It’s show time.” Mary reached to turn down the volume on her video player. They sounded like a couple of wild animals loose in a corral. It was sad and funny. She pulled another tissue from the box. It had been six months and she’d found no one to fill Woody’s shoes. No one compared to him in any way, shape or form and probably never would. Woody put the fun in sex, the f in fuck. With anyone else it was so boring, mundane, almost clinical. As she watched herself, she felt the same feelings right now as she did at that moment. Her pulses were leaping, her heart pounded and her cunt throbbed with excitement. Despite her fleeting frustrations about Woody’s on camera lovemaking, she couldn’t deny the fact he was the best. Her orgasms were always explosive and he could pull several from her in one session. Damn. She missed him. Not just for the sex. Woody was singly the sweetest, most honest, humble person she’d ever met. His family ran a Hardware business somewhere in Washington State, exactly where, she wasn’t positive. Sure, he’d spoken about it, but she didn’t recall. A little tactless of her, but when they were together, nothing else mattered. It was all about them and sex, sex, sex. Fast sex, slow sex, kinky sex, dominant sex, they did it all. When they met, some of this was new to Woody, she could tell. Not once did she let on she knew and neither did he. He became a fast learner, brought up to L.A. standard in no time at all. “Oh. Oh. Here it is.” She fast-forwarded. “Woody’s going to ram it home.” Mary saw herself. Her pussy pulsed with readiness. Actually, much like it did right now, right here on her chaise. What that man could do, and he wasn’t even in the room. Next she watched as Woody turned, traveled upward on his fours and slowly lowered his sheathed cock between her thighs. He groped unhurriedly for the entrance to her dampened, hair lined slit and ran his cock head over and over it. “Woody, if you don’t fuck me pretty soon, I’m going to pull out my dildo.” “A dildo can’t do what I can, Mary.” “Then do it, already.” They were both fever pitched. Finally, Woody plundered into her anticipation, jerking with intense speed. The moment he started to turn red, Mary knew he was coming. It came from such a long way, from the bottom of his fired balls and up through his pulsing shaft. Even that took its bloody time. It took minutes before she felt the bubbly, hot semen spew into her. She pushed stop. She couldn’t stand it anymore. Opening the drawer on the side table beside her, she pulled out her dildo. It slid into her with slippery ease. Out of habit, she toyed with it, laughing at her silly quirk. Woody’s right. It felt nothing like him. Nothing did, probably never would again. The man size toy, after all, was just that. A replacement for the real thing. Woody’s real thing. Jesus Christ. How horny could she get? If she’s this horny, imagine Woody. He certainly couldn’t be celibate for this long. No way. That bastard probably found himself some other action and dumped her. Their parting had been too abrupt. She had no clue when she left him the night before that he’d be long gone the next day. There were no signs, no indication. It was a total shock. It just didn’t make sense. She’d love to know where the hell he was just so she could ask him face to face what his fucking problem was. She‘d been blind-sided and that irked her. She wasn’t stupid enough not to know the breakup had to do with their backgrounds, but after a year together, she thought she deserved an explanation of some kind. Woody just up and left. No note, no phone call–nothing. Bastard. Sometimes he was a pussy, she thought with a painful twist to her gut. He could be such a morose, broody person. A real homeboy. A fucking homeboy. A homey homeboy. “Wait a minute. That’s it.” She pulled the hand held dildo out of herself when she realized her revelation. “I know where you went, you son-of-a-bitch. You went home.”

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Chapter 2

A quick search on her computer made the discovery she needed. Spruce Falls, Washington? After printing out the road map, she tried to make sense of it. The fact that she never paid much attention to his ramblings accounted for that. He could ramble forever, and about nothing at all. After a while, she automatically tuned him out. It got to a point where his voice and tone began to slur together, making anything he said fucking twisted. Mary wrote down the address and slipped it in her purse. “Jesus. I had no idea home was so far away. I’ll need at least...five bags.” She made a quick calculation. She couldn’t be caught short in Spruce Falls without her essentials. There likely wasn’t an abundance of shopping facilities at her disposal there. It sounded old-fashioned, timeworn. She wished she’d paid more attention. Fuck. Okay, Mary, make a plan. She pulled clothes out of her walk-in closet and threw them on her bed to be folded. Today happened to be her housekeeper’s day off. What bad luck. She’d have to fold and pack all by herself. “Let me see. Jeans? At least a dozen pair, as well as shirts, sweats and plenty of tank tops. I may need a couple of sweaters and jackets. Evening wear? Sure. Why the hell not? Lingerie? Fucking right. Add one bag full of sex toys, never leave home without them. That was her motto to live by. At first glance, the pile of clothes on the bed shocked her. Not the abundance, but how the hell was she going to fold all that? She tried to remember Sissy’s fold movements, and practiced on a couple of her shirts. That looks fucking stupid. She tried again, this time wiping the material free of creases as she went. Better, and it had to do. She wasn’t wasting any more fucking time folding clothes that were going to be fucking creased anyway. Iron. Bringing that along would be a good idea. If she could find the fucker. No luck. She decided if they were too bad when she got there, she’d hire someone to press them. Problem solved. Mary decided on the Lamborghini for this road trip. It was unquestionably the quickest. The nearest airport to Woody’s hometown was four hours out of the direct route. She’d have to rent a car anyway. She rang the garage attendant. “Leo, could you bring my red baby to the front doors, please.” “Right away Miss O’Hare.” One last check of her phone messages. Nothing. “That’s it, buddy. I’m coming to look for you. Because now, Mary O’Hare is ticked off. Nobody likes a ticked off O’Hare.” Woody had been around her long enough to know that. There would be no pity, no mercy on what he’s got coming to him. At six in the morning, the gas station wasn’t busy. She made a mental note to remember that because she’d never been at a gas station this early in her life. “Good morning, Miss O’Hare.” The attendant knew her by name and scurried to produce whatever it was he thought she needed. “Fill it up, Harry. Give her an extra squeeze.” Mary turned off the ignition and hopped out of the car. The restaurant store was stocked with plenty of supplies, she just needed to make her choices. A hamburger wrapped in cellophane? What the hell? It wasn’t haute cuisine but satisfying enough to keep her alive for the next while. She couldn’t decide, and settled for three bags worth. In fairness, one bag was water, snacks and sweets. The wrapped egg salad sandwiches looked interesting. She’d have that right now. “Uhmm, breakfast.” An egg salad sandwich at six in the morning was another first. Not bad. Around four o’clock, Mary yawned. Her back began to get sore and she could feel a headache coming on. She decided to stop for the day and look for a hotel not far off the highway. Spotting a sign, she pulled off at the next exit. It wasn’t the fucking Ritz, but it would do. By her standard, the room

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was small, cramped and stuffy. When the clerk told her Spruce Falls wasn’t all that far from here, she decided to stay anyway. She yawned her tiredness. This was the first time she had had to do everything herself, and folding all those clothes put a fucking crick in her back. Like an idiot, she carried in all five bags because she couldn’t remember what was in each. She set them down and tried to organize her belongings. She checked her phone messages. Nothing. Fuck. Food. There had to be a decent restaurant around here. She picked up the phone. “Concierge, please.” “Miss, this is the front desk. Can I help you?” “No concierge?” “No, miss. Will I do?” “Can you tell me where the best and closest place to eat is?” “There are many fast food places you can walk to and also a little grill right next door.” “Thanks. I think I’ll give the grill a try.” The friendliness of the place made up for anything else. Mary ordered a Chicken Caesar, and joked with the waitress. “Anything exciting going on in this town?” “Not much, dear. Unless you’re interested in bingo.” “N...no. I’ll pass.” “Suit yourself. It’s a monster jackpot tonight.” That just wasn’t enough to sweeten the pot. “I think I’ll stay in my room and rest, but not before walking some of this off,” she laughed. She’d left the television on in her room. That didn’t interest her either. Nothing did right now. She had one thing on her mind, Woody, and until she came to some sort of resolution, her unrest would be front and center. She knew that. It just happened to be the way she was. What the hell was she going to do now? Her headache was lessening, she felt better. She took a shower and let the warm water sluice over her until her skin crinkled. She relaxed. Ah. The power of a fucking shower-head. She closed her eyes, letting the spray lull her. She bumped into the wall, nearly stumbling. She’d forgotten she was in a miniature shower stall. “Christ. How the hell do people use these? It’s like going around in a circle under a piss hole.” Mary turned her bed blankets down, exposing the white sheets and lay across it nude. The beds size had to be a double, yet it looked like a child’s bed. A captain’s bed to be exact. She checked the sides, making sure it didn’t have protective bars. If they did, she had a great idea how to use them, and it had nothing to do with protection. It didn’t. Shit. That might have been fun. In her mind, everything had a sexual association. She reached for the dildo she’d placed on the night table. This was going to have to do, but would it be enough? That frisky feeling was making a pain of itself. The blanket pull. Yes, that’s what she’d do. The extra muscle from the blanket would hopefully grant her more satisfaction. Mary manipulated the blanket until one end of it twisted around her feet. Next she inserted her dildo then maneuvered the blanket through her legs. Her feet held the one end tightly while she pulled on the other. The taut friction rammed the dildo deeper inside her and held it till she let up her hold on the blanket. She developed a rhythm. “One, two, three, pull, hold...release. One, two, three, pull, hold...release. Ah. Very nice, Mary.” The control for her portable DVD player was right next to her. She pushed play. Woody would have been proud to know there were now DVD versions of their sex-capades. As a salesman, versatility was important to him. She didn’t disappoint. His image materialized quickly on the small screen. That’s all she needed to see. He was fucking her slowly, steadily, holding the timing of his thrusts in tune to his inner reproductive prance. Mary saw herself strain to hold off her orgasm, letting him continue his torture of her. He loved to control these situations and she often let him think he was. It brought out the inventive beast in him. He loved to come up with new things, new ideas to keep their sex life fresh and interesting. One day he bolted trapeze swings to her bedroom ceiling. He screwed shackles into wood planks on rollers that

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could be pulled out from under the bed anytime, and positioned at any angle. He was so fucking clever when he wanted to be. Yet, picking up a fucking phone eluded him. “Bastard. If you were here right now, I’d strangle you in this fucking knot I’ve got going.” “One, two, three, pull, hold...release.” She managed to titillate herself to the same point where she was in the movie. The rhythm of her blanket- pull increased. Her arm muscles flexed with the exertion. What a feeling. “See, I can do it without you, Woody. I don’t like to, but I can. You fucking idiot.” ***** Small town, Spruce Falls was right out of storybook land. Actually more like Hazzard County. The whole town was built around this main street and she swore those two in the cruiser were Boss Hogg and Enice look a-likes. They sat in the parked vehicle outside the police station, one ate a jelly doughnut and the other a drumstick. Their conversation was loud and animated, she could tell by the way their food and free hand waved through the air. One spilled Jelly down the front of himself, while the other shook his boned meat at him. Looked like the pair had some time on their hands. Across from the main street sat a park, with a beautiful white bandstand and several benches strewn about the area for public use. Quite pretty really. Mary felt drawn to it. The large flowerpots were carefully tended to and the trees and shrubs had been trimmed to a manageable length. Where the hell was Mary Fucking Poppins? Pushing up her sunglasses, she looked around for a better view. Jesus. Places like this really exist? Unbelievable. If she’d have blinked while passing through she would have missed it. With a flick of her wrist, she pushed her blinker on and pulled into one of the angled parking spots in front of the postal building. She turned off the ignition and checked her watch. Four thirty. She’d made great time, especially since she needed to stick to the speed limit in this area because of the winding country roads, and considering she didn’t hit the road today till after noon. After her sexual playtime last night, she’d slept like a log. Not to forget, the packing, unpacking and carrying all of that luggage by herself. Fucking day that turned out to be. People stared at her. Quickly she realized it wasn’t her they were interested in, but her car. Something told her red Lamborghinis weren’t common here. Damn. They were rude. One fella actually touched the front hood. Fuck. Shoo. You little lumberjack beast. Her head fell back against the headrest. It had been a long two days of travel and she was exhausted. This was her first trip alone. Usually she was driven. She threw her water bottle on the floor. That was enough of that shit. “Go away, people. Shoo.” Flicking her hand at the offensive parties approaching didn’t do the trick. It did the opposite. They surrounded her. Christ. She couldn’t count how many people were around her. Must be the whole population. Within five to ten minutes, the entire town will know about the stranger in the red Lamborghini. She sat staring back at these peepers, wondering how the hell she could get to the cafe across the street. Tough bananas. She opened the door. Whoever got dinged would soon step aside. Maybe she should have rented a car. Next time. She’d made a lot of mental notes lately. The operative word here is ‘mental’. Maybe she should have given this more thought. “Excuse me, people.” She squeezed past. A table of four customers sat drinking coffee, all of who half turned when she walked in. Mary walked passed them and sat down in a booth at the opposite corner. The lone, elderly waitress was already at her table. She had on an old-fashioned blouse with white frills and black skirt, almost wornout, and a one piece apron tied at her back. Her gray hair was pinned back and held in place with a net. “Would you like the menu?” “Yes, please.”

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“Here you go.” She set it down in front of her. “Just hollar when you’re ready.” She wobbled away. “Thank you.” Mary opened the plastic folder and skimmed the choices. Hot-Hamburger? You mean they serve cold ones? She was giddy, but eventually decided what to have. She hollered. “How about a grilled cheese and an order of fries and gravy.” In turn, the waitress yelled into the kitchen. Isn’t it funny how the wheels turn in small town suburbia? “Where’s the hotel? “Right upstairs. Do you want me to sign you up?” The older woman asked, barely looking up. “Yes, please.” Mary looked around her and thought, oh, shit. Convenient though it was, it was even less appealing than last nights. “Just sign the back of your check when you get it. I’ll give you a key.” “Great.” Sign the back of my check. How fucking crazy is that? The large windows in the front of the cafe overlooked the street and park. It was quaint and pretty, she finally admitted. Sipping the last of her soda, she saw Woody walk across the street toward the bandstand. Talk about a stroke of fucking luck. “Hang on to your ball cap, Mr. Kelso. You’re about to get the shock of your life.” She paid her bill, signed the back and stepped outside. Woody had stopped to talk to someone, who was motioning toward her car. She advanced. Woody turned completely around to study the vehicle. He squinted to see the license plate. She saw him pivot to get a better look. He couldn’t read it from where he stood. Mary’s stride was slow and deliberate. She watched him checking out her car and she could tell the truth of the matter hadn’t sunk in yet. He hadn’t put two and two together. She crossed the street and the sidewalk then stepped onto the grass. She could hear his voice. It sounded the same, light, resonant, happy. The male he spoke with walked away. Woody gazed at her car, his hand fidgeting with his ball cap. He was nervous, uncertain. Mary sensed something else… fear maybe. “Hello, Woody.” She held her breath. He jumped then veered slowly. The double-twos hitting him just now. “Mary. What on earth are you doing here?” The shocked look on his face matched his stiff body movements. “I came to see you, Woody.” He froze then shifted nervously. “What? How did you even know where I was? Did your family hire an investigator or something?” Defensive. Interesting. “No. There was no need. I figured it out.” “You did?” “Yes. Very basic really. I just put my head together and remembered bits and pieces of our conversations.” “That led you here?” “Yes. You’re no escapist, Woody. You’re not that fucking difficult to figure out.” “That brings me to my next question. Why would you go through all the trouble, Mary?” “Because I think you owe me some kind of explanation for your disappearance.” “Why is that?” He pulled his cap down tight over his head. “I gave you a year of my life. You god-damn well owe me something.” “Have you come to collect?” “Yes.” She kicked the ground, her toe created a divot. He was trying to sound so cool, so collected but he didn’t fool her. All the while he spoke, that nervous twitch of his pulsed at the corner of his mouth. He did look good though. He hadn’t changed much.

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“What do you want from me, Mary?” She watched him take in her beauty, which always knocked him a few steps back. “You look more gorgeous than I remember. Time is certainly not your enemy. Not like it is to the rest of us. For you, it has refined your looks, picked it out, dusted a bit and set it back unnoticed, leaving you more radiant than before. Then again, if we all had the money you do, a craftsman could make a fucking monster look stunning.” “I think we should go someplace and talk. Where do you suggest?” “Christ, I don’t know. It can’t be in the cafe. Everybody’s tongues will be wagging.” “Can we go somewhere in my car?” “I suppose. Tell you what. Drive around to that end of the park. I’ll jump in there.” “Ok. I’ll be right there.” Mary fired up her car much to the chagrin of the many onlookers. She backed out, squealed her tires and drove to the far end of the park. Woody stood waiting for her. He jumped in. “Take a left, follow that to the outskirts then make a right on Jack Rabbit Road. We’ll have some privacy out there.” Mary stepped on the gas and skidded forward, swerving from side to side. The car sped like a bat out of hell. Jack Rabbit Road? Something told her the similarities between it and Rodeo Drive were few. “Jesus, Mary. Slow down. I don’t want to draw attention to us.” “I’ve gotten nothing but since I drove into this town.” “What do you expect when you drive in with a Lamborghini? People are curious.” “Some of them are downright rude.” The car hit the dirt road, swerved and adjusted to the rocky surface. Pebbles flew from her rear tires hitting the under surface of the car. “How far down this dirt trap do you want me to go?” “There’s a little side road up ahead on the right. Pull in there. It’s wide enough that you can turn around if you want.” Mary did so, and turned off the ignition. “Well, Woody, what do you have to say for yourself? I came all this way just to fucking hear it for myself.” “Mary, I don’t even know where to start.” He pushed up his cap and rubbed his forehead. “Try the beginning.” She turned to watch him, her inner horny odometer already turning. “I went to LA like any other kid, to try and make it big. I gave myself a year and a half. If nothing happened, I promised to come back and work in the family store. That’s pretty much it in a nutshell.” His eyes watched her, devoured her. “And to hell with me?” Her eyes narrowed, waiting for his reply. “I didn’t think you really gave a damn. You don’t love me, Mary. You’re just pissed off things didn’t go your way. This is your idea of a little tantrum, that’s all.” “Oh, really? Is that how you justify it?” “I’m not justifying anything. It’s the truth.” “Says who?” “Says, me. There’s no way in hell a woman like you from your background is looking to spend the rest of her life with a Hardware Salesman. Give me a break.” “How the fuck do you know what I want and what I don’t? Give me a break. I think I did fall in love with you, Woody. I’ve missed you like hell.” “Mary, hurting you is the last thing I wanted. I missed you too but...I have to be realistic.” “Woody, what we had blew realistic right out the fucking window.” She saw his features soften, his body relax. He laughed. “You’re right. What we had was unbelievable. I don’t dispute that. There just came a time I had to move on.” “Why couldn’t you tell me?”

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“I didn’t want to make a big fucking deal about it. Okay?” His eyes locked with hers. “Okay, okay. So you didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but Jesus, is one phone call or a letter too much to ask for? For two months after you left, I expected you to walk through my door. I even imagined the worst case scenarios, you laying in a ditch somewhere. You stupid, fucking idiot.” “Look, maybe I didn’t handle this perfectly. But I really had your best interests in mind.” “For Christ’s sake, Woody. I pay a staff to keep my best interests in mind—” “See what I mean.” “See, what?” Her hands began to have a language of their own. They waved and flexed as she spoke, indicating her frustration. “Your silver lining is showing.” “That’s sad.” She couldn’t keep her tone from falling several degrees. “That’s fucking sad.” “Maybe. But it’s true. You’re not mad I left, you’re mad I left you.” “Is that what you really think?” Her open mouth was target for the pesky housefly. She double swatted and watched it zero back on her nose. She slapped it away. “Oh, hell, Mary. I’m sorry. I don’t know. I just stayed true to myself and followed my gut.” He exhaled and his body slumped. “Now we’re getting somewhere. So, your hightail didn’t have anything to do with me?” “Not really, but the fact we’re from different worlds made it easy. I told myself it could never be...that made everything okay.” “For you?” Her hand balled and swung at the pest, who landed on Woody’s shoulder. She didn’t hold back. “Fuck.” He realized she swung at the fly. “Yes.” “You should have consulted me, Woody. You may have been pleasantly surprised.” Her tone evened, her nerves quieted. Woody closed his eyes and inhaled. “You’re just saying that, Mary. I know you are. You don’t fool me for one minute.” With a push of a button, Mary snapped his seat all the way back. She climbed over the center panel and straddled him. “I don’t say anything I don’t mean.” “What are you doing?” He eyed her curiously. The pseudo-shocked look on his face didn’t fool her. It didn’t even fool him. “Collecting on some of that interest you owe me.” “Ah, Mary. I don’t think we should go there.” His words sounded half-hearted. Mary pulled off her shirt, unsnapped her bra and bent forward to rub her full breasts all over his face. “I’ve never heard those words come out of you. They don’t ring true.” When his mouth opened to speak, Mary stuffed it with a healthy, erect nipple. While his mouth was full, she pulled his T-shirt free of his jeans and waited for the lull of his sucking before popping it over his head. She threw it in the back seat. “Girl, you haven’t changed.” He managed between boobs. While keeping him busy, she unzipped her own jeans and attempted to wiggle out of them. It wasn’t easy. She gave up and transferred her attention back to Woody’s jeans. Lifting herself, she pulled down his zipper and unsnapped the waistband. “Neither have you, dick-head.” “Oh, but I have.” He didn’t open his eyes. His tongue sought the erect nipples blindly. “Really? I don’t see any difference.” She crushed him. Her patience ran away with her diplomacy. Those lips needed to be taken. She couldn’t wait to taste him. She dove to his open mouth. “Ah.” Relief. “God, I missed you.” His sweet kiss prompted her next move. She wiggled out of her jeans. “Don’t fucking move, Woody.” When she accomplished that, she opened the passenger door, stood outside butt naked and pulled

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off his shoes, jeans and oh...sexy bikini shorts. “Woa. That’s a surprise.” “What is?” “You always wore boxers. Member? To keep from strangling you little boys.” “Told you I’ve changed.” “That remains to be seen.” After stuffing his legs back into the car, she lifted her right leg and straddled him anew. This time her hand took hold of his shaft, while the other grabbed a condom, tore it open with her teeth and flipped it over him with one precise movement. Promptly she directed him into her. “Oh, God, Woody. That feels so good. No, there’s no changes.” She said with finality. “None at all. Now smile, Woody.” She reached to turn on a switch on the ceiling of the car. “I had this camera device installed just for you.” “What?” He attempted to reach and shut it off. Don’t do that, Mary. Please, shut it off.” “What the fuck is your problem? You love this shit.” “Not any more.” At his flat tone, Mary knew there was something more he wasn’t telling her. She could feel it in her bones. “What’s the matter, Woody? The truth.” “Jesus. I’m coming.” He squeezed her tightly. “I’m fucking coming already. I can’t believe this.” “I want the truth. Are you going to tell me? I want it right now.” “All right. Here’s the truth, I...” “Spit it out, Woody, or I’ll fucking suck it out of you.” “Mary...I’m engaged.”

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Chapter 3

Mary shook her head. “I beg your pardon?” Her tone was dangerously low. “It’s true, Mary. I’m engaged to my high school sweetheart. We plan to settle down, take over the store and have two point five kids.” One of Mary’s hands rose to pick up her jaw, the other maneuvered and took hold of his cock. She squeezed, bending the sucker nearly in half. “Jesus, Mary. Ouch.” He tried to move but couldn’t. The lady with the iron grip was in complete control. “I didn’t want to tell you like this.” For the first time since seeing her today, he took the time to look deep into her eyes. Big mistake. They were the windows to her soul. He could see she was hurt. Wait a minute. That didn’t make sense. Although she’d said she thought she’d fallen in love with him, he knew better. “I’ve just been the latest new toy out for your amusement, you can’t deny that.” “Yeah? Well, I’m not finished fucking playing with it yet. I might want to break this fucking toy.” He thought he saw a glint of something else in the depths of her eyes. No. He must be mistaken. “Son-of-a-bitch. Mary, let go. It’s turning blue.” He was horrified. He’d never seen his cock in a grip of death. Her other hand grasped his balls. “They say if you squeeze a man’s scrotum hard enough, he’ll pass out. Do you know if that’s true, Woody?” “Mary, for God’s sake. I...can’t breath.” He looked down at his hand-squished rainbow cock and drew air sharply. He could tell by the whites of her knuckles she meant business. Part of him wanted to knock her off while another part of him enjoyed the punishment. “Did you say your prayers, Woody? I hope so. Part of me wants you to take an unscheduled nap.” “My prayers?” The words burst from him. The exertion further restricted his intake of air. “Yeah. Don’t you holier-than-thou people say your prayers before going to sleep?” He pulled himself up on his elbows then tried to push her off. “Mary, please.” “I’ll squeeze tighter. Is that what you want me to do?” “No. Look, let up a little will you?” “Does it really hurt? I mean really, really hurt?” “Yes. God dammit. Oh, my God. I’m going to fucking die.” “Good. That’s just a small sample of the hurt you inflicted on me. And don’t worry, you’re not going to fucking die. Not yet. I’ll decide that later.” “Will you stop being so fucking melodramatic.” “You know what, Woody? I’m not going to let this good hard-on go to waste. I’m going...” “Mary.” “You didn’t let me finish. I’m going to give you a blow- job. Isn’t that nice of me? That’s your favorite. Tell me, does... you didn’t tell me her name?” “Angelina.” “You’re fucking kidding, right?” “No. I’m not kidding.” “Does Angelina give you blow jobs?” She squeezed. “Answer me.” “N...no. She doesn’t.”

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“I didn’t think so. Judging by the name, she sounds like a sweet girl. Is she, Woody?” “Yes.” Mary threw out the condom, took his cock head into her mouth, letting up somewhat on the pressure from her hands. He sighed. “On a scale of one to ten, how sweet is she?” She twirled her tongue around his bulging eye. “She’s very sweet.” The puff of air spurt from the trappings of his lungs. “So you’d say about an...eight?” “Yes, yes.” He wiggled, unsure if his cock was going to break off or if he’d die of shock. “Uhmm. You’re very lucky. Your high school sweetheart and she’s still sweet. Unlike me, eh, Woody? Mary had a little Lamborghini whose fleece isn’t white as snow. Remember when you said that to me, and we played out a little impromptu sexual skit?” She took in his entire head while her tongue wiggled over the sensitive end. “Do you guys playact sexual skits?” “No. No sexual skits, Mary.” He wiped his forehead. “Easy, Mary.” “You’ll have to teach her. Or I could, if you want me to.” “No, Mary. We’ll be just fine.” He glanced up to peek at his cock. For all the punishment it had taken, he thought it would be flat out. Not. It was standing erect, monumentized, enjoying the punitive seduction. She hadn’t lost her touch. Mary is to sex as Santa is to Christmas. The fact he couldn’t resist her bothered him a little. Just when he was satisfied he’d gotten her out of his system, here she was upsetting the whole apple cart all over again. Why the hell couldn’t she leave well enough alone? “You’re almost ready to come, Woody. How do you want me to finish this?” “Ah. No time,” he managed just before he ejaculated all over Mary’s chest. “Sorry.” He saw her close her eyes, reveling in his spew of hot sperm. Nice. When he finished, the rest of her weight came down over him and smeared the thick fluid all over his chest and hers. “Shit, Mary. That’s going to make my chest hair dry cock-stiff.” “Good. Speaking of cock-stiff,” she repositioned and grabbed his cock once again. “Get this sucker back up. There better be something left for me.” She squeezed, leaving her prints on his shaft. “Are you deaf?” “Jesus Christ. If it breaks off, Mary, I swear one of your tits is going with it.” “Baby, if I break off this cock of yours, believe me, you’re not going to be reaching for tits.” She jerked it hard, not letting up until he had a semi hard-on. Once it was the size it needed to be, Mary re-sheathed, jumped on him, and stuffed it inside herself. “There we go. Give me a little something this time. Now pump me like your fucking life depends on it. Now.” “Bitch. Fucking bitch. My dick just may be the real reason you want me back. Admit it.” “I like your dick, Woody. Can’t deny it, but I’m a little insulted by that, and it’s not nice to insult a lady who’s just swallowed it.” “Mary, you make me fucking crazy.” He closed his eyes, shutting out her glaring ones, to make it easy for him to get into a pleasure filled mood. He allowed the sensations to take over. “Not as crazy as you fucking make me.” She worked him with relentless compulsion. Hard. Fucking harder. Seeing the sweat glisten on her body gave him some kind of satisfaction. And seeing it glisten on his own body just sweetened the pot. “You know what? I’m all done here.” She finally collapsed. “Why don’t you step outside and shake yourself off.” Mary moved, allowing his access. She managed, although the cramped space made it difficult. “Thanks. I need the fresh air.” He got out, flexed and stretched his muscles.

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He watched Mary slide into the driver’s seat. She locked the doors and fired up the ignition. Turning, she raked her eyes over him. He must have looked like a lost puppy standing there with droopy ears and cock because his crooked smile said as much. Then she reached into his jeans pocket, pulled out his cell phone and tossed it out the window. “Mary, what the fuck are you doing?” A sense of dread sunk through him. “Why are you giving me my cell phone?” One shocked expression came forward only to cover the previous one. “How about giving me my clothes?” He walked toward the car, not believing she’d actually leave him here naked, but the pulse of his intuition began to beat steadily stronger. “Nope.” “Mary, for Christ sake,” he yelled and saw the devilish glints in her eyes. Now he knew he was in trouble. Oh, how he recognized those glints. Her tone told him she was pissed full of mischief and she wouldn’t be satisfied until she played out her hand. He’d seen it so many times before. “I’ll see you later, Woody. I think you better call your sweetheart.” ***** Mary hit the gas and skidded out of there. The car bounced with additional power then hugged the road like a dead possum. When her ass rubbed against the leather seat, she tried reaching for her own clothing. Shit. Her arms didn’t stretch that far. She steered the car in the same direction from which she came, it wouldn’t be long before she was on the outskirts of town. She needed to stop and get dressed. Driving with one hand didn’t do her any favors. She swerved in the middle of the road and when she recouped, there were flashing lights and a siren behind her. “Where the hell did that come from? Double damn.” A quick calculation told her she had to floor it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No way could she pull over. She was naked for Christ’s sake. Now what? In her mind, she had to do the only thing she could. “Step on the gas, woman.” She gunned it and sped so far ahead, she could hear dirt and stones bouncing off the cruiser behind her. Looked like the Boss Hogg and Enice look a-likes were in for the chase of their lives. Her car bounced over the road like Evil Knievel over Caesar’s Palace. Never had her vehicle been so challenged. She’d gunned it on the highway before, but never on a dirt road. Her mechanical wonder protested, but landed every jolt. The tires clutched the road looking to stabilize and manage the curves. “Holy Shit.” Mary turned off the radio. No time for distractions. All her concentration needed to be on what she was doing. “Christ. This is my damn luck.” She could see the small town headline now. ‘Naked Girl Speeds through Spruce Falls’, or worse, ‘How Much Wood Can a Woody-Chuck, Chuck?’ She checked her rear-view, and saw how the pair of them bounced around also. The one on the passenger side held onto his hat. Up ahead loomed the turnoff onto the road that led into town. Only she decided to cut across the grassy area and omit the stop sign altogether. A great idea in theory. If only she’d remembered the ditch on the other side. Actually, she never felt a thing. The car flew over it and landed with a crooked crunch. She checked her rear view mirror again. Nothing could be seen except for a lot of dust. No telling if the cruiser was behind her or if she’d left them way back. All she knew was she couldn’t let up now. “Keep on trucking, baby.” When she hit the town limits, her speedometer crept downward. She didn’t have any choice. No way could she zoom into town at a hundred miles an hour and fear running somebody over, which she would. The whole population moved at a slow pace. No doubt someone would be in her target range. Fuck. She couldn’t chance that.

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The main street and bandstand were now in view. What the hell were her options here? Her eyes fell on the cafe. It looked like there was an alley behind it. She had to see for herself. If so, she’d park the car back there and pray she bought herself enough time to regain her composure. At least to get fucking dressed. The musing sounded better than no plan at all. However getting there was a little more challenging than she realized. As she drove through town, she flayed her arms hoping to cover her nudity. It wasn’t easy. Just as she thought. The lane-way was huge. It held several vehicles and an abundance of waste compactors and garbage bins. She parked beside the biggest one. After dressing as quickly as she could, Mary rounded the building into the cafe. The same waitress greeted her. “Hi, there, Mary. Room three is yours and it’s ready. Here’s the key.” “Thanks...Milly, is it?” “Yes. But everybody calls me Maw.” “Thanks again…Maw.” That sounded too weird. She accepted the key and found her way upstairs. Mary closed the door and leaned against it. Exhaling and closing her eyes, the tension of the last while receded. How good did that feel? Except for the ache in her arms from camouflaging her nudity. She didn’t plan any of this. Sometimes the best-laid plans had a way of intensifying. She classified anything with Woody as extremely intense. On the same token, plans did have a way of getting out of hand all on their own, and to be honest, that’s what happened here. The light switch was an old-fashioned dark brown plate, off center on the entrance wall. The light was not very bright and cast an orangey glow onto the room. Mary glanced around her. The bed, definitely a queen, with a flower print spread and shams. She sat on down. It was comfortable. Thank God. There were two night tables, a dresser and a television cabinet. Everything she needed, yet it looked so sparse. Before closing the curtains, she took one last glance onto the main street and park. There were about three people floating around. “Oh, shit.” The cruiser just pulled in to the parking spot in front of the cafe. She snapped the curtains closed and felt her heart begin to thud. No way would she be able to talk herself out of this one. Lamborghinis were not a dime a dozen in this town. Before she knew it, there was a light tap on the door. Mary breathed deep on her way to answer it. “Who is it?” Her tone held a musical quality. She loved playing the coy little new girl. “Spruce Falls police, ma’am. Can I talk to you for a minute?” “Yes.” She opened the door a crack. “May I come in?” “Of course. Come in.” She pulled the door the rest of the way and was surprised at the loud creak. “Mary O’Hare?” “Yes.” “You were on a little joy ride this evening. I ran a trace of your license plates.” “Yes, Officer. Sorry about that. The little car has so much power, it often gets away from me. When that happens, I have a hard time controlling it.” “I can understand that, Miss O’Hare. It is Miss, isn’t it?” “Yes, it is.” She batted her mascara-laden lashes. “However, I must caution you against driving above the speed limit. These country roads are not designed to take that kind of abuse.” “I certainly discovered that, Sheriff...?” “Sheriff Otis Stevens, ma’am.” “Yes, Sheriff Stevens, I really learned my lesson and I won’t make the same mistake twice. I

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promise.” Her smile was purposely wide enough in case the sheriff wanted to count her pearly white teeth. Had to give the nice sheriff his opportunities. “Very well, Miss O’Hare. Let this be a warning. I will trust you to safely comply with the driving laws of our county. Is that fair?” “Very fair, Sheriff Stevens. You don’t have to worry about me.” “Good.” He grabbed the door handle and turned to leave. “Oh… the other thing, the people of our county don’t take very well to topless activity on our streets. Your solution there would be to...er... turn up your air-conditioning.” He smiled. The twinkle in his eyes indicated he was amused by her and for the life of him, couldn’t bring himself around to even sound stern. “Thank you, Jesus.” The last thing she needed was a record or to be ordered out of town. She still had too much unfinished business for that to happen. Mary locked the door after the officer left and headed for the shower. She hoped that would revive her and add a twist to her otherwise sinking emotions. After Woody’s announcement, she couldn’t stop their downward spiral. She suffered in the worse way. Woody’s engaged? Why was she so surprised? Not like she never imagined he’d moved on with his life. He’s a young, virile, gorgeous man. Any woman would want him, and he certainly could have his pick, but the fact that he really had moved on was a bitter pill to swallow. For months, she’d been pining over him and here he was getting himself engaged. How the fuck did he get over her so fast? Was she missing something? Had she meant anything to him at all? She may be a lot of things, but she doubted she’d misread him by a mile. No. Her initial theory was making more sense, besides he’d admitted it himself. Their backgrounds were a major sore spot for him and the stubborn bastard that he was, he refused to address the matter. It was much easier for him to walk away than to work on their differences. It wasn’t easy for Mary. Seeing him today confirmed her rankling suspicion. She loved the little turncoat. She loved everything about him. The way he moved, looked, talked, and the sex was always over the top. How the hell do you just give that up? The six months of pinning made sense. It was nature’s way of telling her she couldn’t. No way could she give him up without a bit of a ruckus. If she actually believed he had no feelings for her, perhaps she could walk away without a backward glance, but that was not the case here. Woody did have feelings for her. She just knew it, could feel it in her depths. It was his damned self-will that created this problem. Nothing else. Now came the most important question. Could she do something about it? Her reply came quickly. Of course she could. But should she? She pondered this question for a minute. The answer didn’t come as quickly, but it did come. Yes, she should. If you love someone then they’re worth taking the plunge for. Mary didn’t have a mapped out plan of action. She wished she did. Although, just being here was the first step in throwing the stone into the bees nest. If anyone could be patient, she could. Six fucking months worth. Playing it out for a while wasn’t going to be a stretch. Not at all. She’d play it by ear though. Whatever happened, happened. However long it took was no sweat. She had plenty of time and money. The next little while would be very interesting and she hoped Spruce Falls was ready for her. The hot water blanketed her from the cool air. She pirouetted under the spray like a frozen tulip straining toward the sun. Wonderful. For a long while she stood and let the pounding force of the water droplets numb her. The soap provided in the room was generic. It had to be. It wasn’t one she recognized. To her surprise, it smelled nice and sudsed-up pretty good. She made a mental note not to be so selective the next time she shopped for similar supplies. Something told her she’d be in for many more surprises. Not to mention all the fucking ones she’d experienced so far. Mary stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around herself. She shivered. Quickly she dried off and stepped out of the bathroom, looking for her cases. “Shit.” She’d forgotten to retrieve

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them from the trunk of the car. She had no choice but to throw on her discarded clothing and saunter down to get them. What a fucking rotten day. On her second trip up, Maw asked if she needed any help. “These fellas sitting here could use a little exercise.” “That’s okay...Maw. I can manage. Thanks anyway.” You’d think one of the ‘fellas’ would have gotten up off their ass, but no. It didn’t matter anyway. Almost done. Making her way through with her last case, her cell phone rang. “Well, well. It works. I haven’t heard this sucker ring in ages. Hello.” “Hello, Mary.” “Woody. Did the sweetheart pick you up? Or do you need a ride?” She snickered. It was funny, after all. “I got a ride.” “Did you have a time explaining your plight?” “No.” “Really? I don’t believe you.” “It doesn’t matter. Mary, I want to talk to you.” “Sure. Do you want to come up to my room?” “No. We should meet someplace neutral. Er...wait a minute. That didn’t work. Okay, I’ll sneak up to your room within the half hour.” “I’ll be here.” “See you then.” He hung up. Well now, sounded like the spur buried itself deep into his hide. If by just being here could accomplish that, think what a little imagination could do. Closing her eyes, she thought about the possibilities. “Cool it, Mary. Keep it small town savvy.” No way is this place ready for heavy manipulation. Then again, did it really matter what this town was or wasn’t ready for? She couldn’t lose site of her focus, and that would be Woody. All she could do was hope this mission didn’t go sour on her, because she was so...so ready for the sweetness.

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Woody’s fist knocked at her door, while his lungs filled with air. He tried to anticipated how this would go. He stood there, freshly showered and fully dressed, looking at a powdered and perfumed Mary in a red lace negligee and faux-fur red slippers. “Hi, Woody. Come on in.” She pulled the door open in invitation. “You look no worse for wear. More like the grand prize from the county fair. You know...the one everyone wants to win and cuddle up to all night long.” She watched him move past her. “How did you get home? Did you call Angelina? I would have loved to hear that conversation.” “Mary, for Christ sake. You should be in clothes.” He assumed a stubborn stance. “I am. What the fuck do you think this is?” “That’s not clothes.” He looked deep into her eyes and saw those God-damn glints again. “Oh, Woody. Loosen up. Pull out that desk chair and have a seat.” “I brought a box of wine.” He set it on the desk. “I hope it’s to your liking.” He pulled the plastic off of two Styrofoam cups and paused. “Here‘s hoping we can talk freely.” He handed her one. “Wine comes out of a box?” “Yeah.” “Thanks”. “This is just what we need after the day we had.” He glanced up. “One of us had a worse day than the other.” Swallowing, his look dared her to say otherwise. “That’s debatable. Who did you call to pick you up?” “It doesn’t matter. I got home and that’s the point.” He took another swallow. “I came here to talk to you.” “About leaving you in the bush? Okay, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. You just...pissed me off.” “No. I didn’t come here to talk about that. I came here to talk about us.” He couldn’t stop from fidgeting. “What about us, Woody?” “That’s just it, Mary. There is no us anymore. We’ve both moved on.” He sighed. “Oh, no you don’t. I won’t let you turn this on me. I haven’t moved anywhere and I didn’t leave anybody either. You stand alone in that department.” Mary stacked the pillows and made herself comfortable on the bed. Woody watched her. He saw the perfect curves of her ass cheeks through the red lace. As she turned to position herself, he saw the nipples standing erect and the hint of pubic hair just above the fold at the top of her legs. “Okay, fine. Is that what you want to hear?” “No, it isn’t what I want to hear.” She sipped at her wine. “Jesus. I’ll have to get some of these juice boxes to take home. Who the fuck will believe it?” “Let’s not get side-tracked with wine from a box. Look, I just want to say I’m sorry, Mary. I handled things badly and if I had it to do over again, I’d do it differently.” “But...you would do it?” She hesitated. “Yes. I’ve moved on and so will you. You’ll see.” Mary laughed out loud. “Really?” “Don’t start,” he warned. “We both know you and I will never work out. Too many fucking differences.”

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“Funny, isn’t it? I never saw any differences. So, could it be they’re all in your imagination?” Her tone patronized him. “It doesn’t matter where they are. If I see them then they count.” He exhaled. “Look, Mary, those differences bothered me and I would never be comfortable if I didn’t act on them. I’m sorry if that hurts you. What the fuck more can I say?” “Yes. It hurts me, Woody. What hurts the most though, is how you can sit there with a puppy dog face and lie right to my face.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “You’ve moved on all right, but it isn’t what you really want to do.” His system alerted when he saw her legs uncoil from the side of the bed. Her eyes locked with his as she walked toward him. He felt his eyes glass over, begging her not to stop halfway. He could read her like a book. There went that nervous twitch at the side of his mouth. He was rattled from what she could do to him, without even touching him. Knowing she knew that put him at a slight disadvantage. It was a position he didn’t like to be in. Who did? Especially with this scenario attached to it. Her finger touched his arm and rubbed it. He moved it away. She touched his shoulder, he scowled. “What’s the matter, Woody? You’re wound up tighter than that antique clock over there.” “Don’t do that. I came here to talk to you.” “We’re talking.” She rubbed her thigh against him. “Don’t touch me.” He looked at her, his eyes pleading. “Why?” She held his gaze, not making it easy for him to look away. “Mary, for fuck sake. I don’t want a repeat of earlier today. I’m engaged to be married and that means something to me.” “What did it mean to you when we made love today? I’d be interested to know.” “That’s not fair.” He looked away, trying to control the situation. “Not fair to me.” She pulled his chin around to face her. “What?” “You heard me. You want me, may even love me, yet you insist you’re engaged to someone else. Not fair, Woody.” “Her name is Angelina. She’s very real, Mary.” “So am I. And I’m right here.” Woody tried to get up. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea.” Mary straddled him, trapping him beneath her long legs, beneath her hot pussy that was sexily draped in red lace. “Maybe you need reminding.” She picked up the remote on the desk beside them and pushed play. The television screen blared loudly with images of the two of them deeply engaged in each other. “Look at the screen, Woody. Remember that?” She knotted her arms around his neck and nibbled at his ear. “Remember how much you loved to perform for the camera? You were so good at it. At performing for the camera and performing for me. So much so, I can’t forget it, Woody. I really don’t think you can either. Not if you’re honest.” Woody saw himself licking her pussy, teasing her open lips with the length and craftiness of his long tongue. When he saw himself flash his pearly whites for the camera, an unplanned smile tugged the corner of his mouth. He tried to look away but couldn’t. He was forced to watch the sex scenes. His lips softened. Mary kissed him. Their actions weren’t hurried as they were earlier. The first time was more a release of pent-up emotion and frustration. A coming together from need and deprivation. This time was much slower. His response to her kiss, turned out warm and encouraging. He hung onto her lips. Neither made a move to break it off. It felt so good…and right. When his head did pull back, her arms held it steady. She fed him her tongue. Adding heat and shoving it down his

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throat was just the beginning. If he knew anything at all, she’d just started to cook and nothing was anything till you added the spice. “Hmm, Woody. This is so fucking good.” “Mary, I think...I should go.” “No. I want you to remember what we had. I won’t let you leave till you do.” “Mary, I could never forget you. Not as long as I live. For one whole year, you were the most important person in my life. But, things change, my dear.” When her moist mouth slid to his ear, his body tingled. He could feel his cock pound at the zippered barrier. Any moment now, he would allow her in. “Not something like that. We were more than friends. What we shared was more than comradeship. I felt it and I know you did too.” She shifted slightly, making room for her hands to unzip his tight pants. “Mary, what are you doing?” He whispered, almost trance-like. “What we both want.” With one fluid movement, she moved and bent to take his ready cock into the cunt-like cavern of her mouth. Woody opened his eyes and looked at her expounding her expertise on him. He looked away and saw himself fucking the living daylights out of her on the screen. Too fucking much. He couldn’t look anywhere without seeing an image. His control eluded him. When he came here tonight, he knew it would be an uphill battle, but he didn’t think he’d die so soon. Of course he realized he’d be wounded somewhat, but definitely not dead. On the other hand, he really shouldn’t be so surprised. The woman was a fucking sex goddess. “Jesus, Mary.” He made another valiant effort to get up, but to no avail. His gestures were drugged, paralyzed into submission. Not only couldn’t he think straight, he could barely see. He wiped at the glaze in his eyes only to smear the lust deeper into his recesses, burying it. Mary sucked him to the verge of no return but just before he spewed, she let him go and pulled him to the bed. He knew she could get to him on this level, any level for that matter. Oh, how she knew it. Now it will be interesting to see how she reacts, more importantly, how he reacts. Do I make love to her, really make love to her, or simply satisfy myself? I’m doomed no matter what happens. Woody let himself be pulled toward the bed. He watched Mary and before he knew it something snapped inside him. He pulled her toward him and kissed her mercilessly. “You are so sexy. And fit perfectly in my arms, to my body.” He took over control like the most natural thing in the world. He missed this, he missed her, and it wasn’t just the sex, it was the excitement, the thrills, the privileges, everything. “Fuck, Mary.” He grabbed her ass and repeatedly jerked her into him. She picked up her cues and moved to familiar rhythms, assisting him with his ritual. Woody picked her up and lowered her onto the bed at the same time. Her breasts stiffened from the moist promise of his mouth. Her skin infested itself with delight and her pussy arched with anticipation. Her body was the happiest. He knew it by the sporadic body swirl invitations. He also knew what she was thinking. That this is the Woody she remembered, and wanted. The one she missed. Woody licked her navel, her tummy, her inner thighs. His tongue raced along her energized skin renewing her sensitivities, charging her stamina. She responded just as he liked her to. They fell into their practiced momentum without loosing a beat. As if time stood still. He needed to take over, and seeing her pleasure lifted his spirit. He knew it lifted hers as well. In her mind, she likely thinks this proves something. Maybe it did. He did miss her, miss this. “Ah, Woody, about fucking time.” He couldn’t reply. He was possessed with the will to fuck, and not just anybody, certainly not Angelina…not like this. The sexual being he developed is all due to Mary. He could do her from

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morning till night, day in and day out, but it wasn’t their fate, their dealt card. Surely Mary understood that. How could she not? She’s not stupid. If she thought they had a history, she had to acknowledge his and Angelina’s. It was so cut and dry it nearly choked him. She moved again, squeezing him to her bosom, kissing him, licking him, not allowing much room to maneuver. “I did miss you.” She lifted her buttocks off the bed and pumped his cock so hard, it sprang immediately into orgasm. Woody collapsed on top of her. His face buried in her neck while his body, cloaked with beads of sweat, geared down from the high-speed sex. “Mary, I don’t know what you do to me.” He nibbled her ear, her temple. “I can’t fucking explain it.” “Oh, Woody. It’s simple, really.” ‘Nothing is simple, Mary. And this fucking isn’t.” “It can be.” “No. Life complicates everything. We’d get off easy if that’s all it did.” “Life doesn’t complicate anything, people do.” She hugged him. “Don’t pull out of me yet, baby. I want to feel you inside me a little longer. That’s it. Flex it like you do, Woody. Push hard.” The harder he pushed, the more she pulled on him, turning the teeter-totter game into a form of stimulation. “Mary, you’re insatiable.” “Maybe. But you fucking love it.” She laughed before catching his mouth with hers. “I don’t want you to ever leave me again, Woody. I can’t bear it.” This time his body stiffened. “Mary, what the fuck are you talking about? You know I’m engaged to be married. That hasn’t changed since I last saw you.” He felt her intake of breath and wasn’t sure what the hell to expect now. “But, we love each other, Woody. How can you marry someone else when you love me?” “Jesus Christ.” He exhaled and pulled out of her despite her plea not to. “Mary, I do love Angelina. We’ve known each other all our lives. It’s a natural progression, a good fit. And we’ll be very happy here in Spruce Falls because we’re both from this world.” “Are you going off on your fucking worlds again?” She went off to use the washroom and yelled from behind the closed door. “I’m not going to listen to that bullshit. Loving each other the way we do, we can work through anything, and you bloody well know it.” “Nothing is as easy as you make it seem, Mary. And it pisses me off the way you minimize my feelings.” She rejoined him in the room and watched him take his time with his clothing. It wasn’t easy getting material over that long, hard-on. “And nothing is as difficult as you make it.” He tried tucking his shirt in, but his cock kept bouncing it back out. “Why can’t you leave this alone? Her fingers toyed with the red lace from her navel to her pussy. “Could you if you were me?” He held his cock down with one hand and tried to zip himself with the other. “Yes.” “Liar. How can you lie with a fucking straight face?” “Oh, fuck, Mary. You know what? You come off like...” “A little rich girl who can’t get what she wants?” She advanced to give him a hand. “Let me hold that down for you.” “Yes. That’s exactly right. That defines you to a tee.” He stopped her hand. “Keep your hand away from my cock.” “Do you not hear me when I speak? I said I love you, Woody, or don’t you believe that?” She sighed. “I’m not going to twist the fucking thing off.” “Mary, I’m sure you think you do. And that’s fine. I’m flattered. But I don’t believe you love me enough for the long haul. That’s what’s important. And I only intend to get married once in my life. I think you know that much about me.” “You know something else, Woody. I may know more about you than you do yourself. For

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instance, I know you’re being pig-headed about this whole thing, and I know you love me in return. Shove that up your ass and twirl it.” “Mary, this really isn’t getting us anywhere. I’m not changing my mind about anything. I couldn’t do that to Angelina.” “You can’t do what to Angelina?” Her temper began to flare. She could feel her blood simmering. “You just fucked me twice today. Did you think of her then? Did you, Woody?” His eyes narrowed before he looked down at his feet. “You’d be doing her a favor if you ended it now.” “I’m not ending it. We have an unspoken bond.” He said the words minus his absolute resolve. “God-dammit. I know you’re pig-headed, I just didn’t know how bad.” She rubbed her head. “Is there anything you want me to say or do?” “No, Mary. Leave it alone.” His eyes implored her. “I can’t.” She turned toward the window. “Fucker.” “Fuck, Mary. Why?” “Because, you blubbering fool. If you’re only marrying once, I can’t let you make the biggest mistake of your life.” “What do I have to do to get through to you?” He didn’t smile, his face serious. Tell me, cause I’ll do it. Fuck, I’ll do it twice.” “Tell you what. Why don’t you let me prove how much we love each other.” She moved to face him. “What good is that going to do?” Sighing, he dropped his head. “A lot of good. It’ll save you from making a mistake and prove once and for all my devotion to you. Are you game?” “No, Mary. That sounds idiotic. It could only get you, or both of us in trouble.” He saw her eyes twinkling and knew that could only mean danger. “And if we don’t, we’ll both be in trouble anyways. We’ll both be doomed to a life of hell.” “I doubt your life could ever be doomed, Mary. Look at yourself. You can do and have anything or anyone you like.” He avoided gazing into her eyes. “I want you, Woody.” She stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him. “I have since the first time I saw you.” “Oh, Mary. You’re very sweet. Again, what you feel is not love. I’ve read about this. It’s some kind of a rich kid syndrome. Always striving for what they can’t have.” “Now you’re telling me how I feel. Fuck you, Woody.” She moved away and discarded the lace outfit, pulled on a thong and scrambled into a pair of jeans. “Look, Mary. I’m just trying to save us a lot of trouble. If you’re honest with yourself, you’ll admit I’m right.” Mary threw her head back and laughed. “Why is your head stuck in the fucking mud? It’s obvious we’re not going to get anywhere talking about this, so I’m just going to go ahead and do whatever it is I have to do.” She put her arms through her bra. “Can you hook this up for me?” Woody stepped forward and hooked her bra. He remained looking over at her. The space between them right now seemed as wide as the Grand Canyon. Everything in him cried out for her, but he couldn’t let go of his determination. They glared at each other for what seemed an eternity. “What is it you have to do?” “Honestly...I don’t know. It’ll all be off the top of my head.” “Christ. That sounds dangerous. Mary, let me ask you again. Will you let this go? None of this can be healthy for anyone.” “No. You want to be pig-headed, then so will I. Consider yourself challenged, Woody Kelso.” “Fuck.” He swore and walked to the window. “Okay, let me approach this from another

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perspective. Think about Angelina. She doesn’t deserve to be in the middle of this. Why do you want to hurt her?” “I don’t want to hurt her. I want to save her from making a mistake.” She sighed. “Woody, if you marry her, you’ll destroy her beyond relief. After today, you must see that.” She pulled at her bra. “I think you hooked me up wrong. Can you check it?” “Looks like one of the hooks broke.” He tried to adjust it. “Forget it.” She tugged if off and tossed it. Instead she pulled on a spandex shirt. She didn’t need a bra anyway. Let them all hang out. Who the hell cared? Right now she had a bigger problem. “Poor Mary. You’re flitting around like...a pair of lost boobs.” He smiled, then assumed his serious manner. “Once you think all this through, you’ll understand where I’m coming from.” He winked, thinking he’d gained ground. “These are as much your boobs as they are mine.” She took his hands and placed them over the braless orbs. “They’re not lost, neither am I, but I’m not sure about you.” “I disagree.” He squeezed the delicate handfuls. “This time, you’re the one way out of your league, Mary.” He kissed her neck. “I have to go.” He walked to the door and turned. “When are you going home?” She wiggled up to him and zipped up his zipper, which he’d forgotten. “When I’ve found everything I’ve lost or when I take you with me.” Woody shook his head. “Goodbye, Mary. Pack your things, cause that ain’t going to happen.”

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Chapter 5

Lost boobs? The nerve of that man. He’s really clutching at straws now. “If I could only show him.” A light bulb went off in her head. She loved it when a little stroke of genius buzzed through her. Mary walked downstairs and headed toward the library sign she’d seen earlier. It was across the street on the next block. “Does the library have a photocopier?” She asked the lone elderly woman behind the counter. The gray haired woman with the granny glasses and knarled hands looked up. “Yes. In the little office at the back. Do you need copies, dear?” “I’d like to make twenty copies.” “It’s ten cents a copy. You can go on back.” She pointed with a bent finger. “Thank you.” Mary turned on the machine and lifted the lid. It was a relic but it would do the job. She peeked out the door, then shut it. Quickly she flipped up her shirt and pressed her tits on the screen. She pushed the button. It took for fucking ever for twenty copies to come out. When she was composed, she sauntered out, her copies in hand. She tipped the elderly woman, under the guise of a donation for the library and helped herself to a stapler on her way out. With a pen, she marked across each sheet, ‘Lost Boobs. Reward guaranteed upon return to rightful owner.’ Mary walked up and down the street and whenever she felt no one was watching, she stapled one to a street light pole. On her way back to her hotel room, she glanced back and already a few people were gathering around certain poles. Like any other small town, news would indeed travel fast. People’s curiosity would be tweaked, wondering who the hell’s boobs they were? Woody would know. As soon as he saw the poster, he would recognize the perky duo. If not by the shear audacity of the stunt, then by the tiny dark mole along her right nipple. “Lost boobs, my ass.” It was ten o’clock when her cell phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID. It was Woody. “Good evening. Mary’s Lost And Found.” “So, it was you.” He snapped over the phone line. “I knew it.” “What are you talking about, Woody?” She could play the innocent victim like nobody’s business. Growing up in Hollywood had its advantages. “Did you post your tits all over town? he snarled. “Woody...what kind of question is that?” She counteracted his sour tone. “You did, didn’t you? Admit it.” “Post my tits...” “Those are yours, Mary. I know they are.” “Ah, sweetheart. You did me proud. Now if you want to collect your reward, you know where I am.” “Mary, I don’t see the point of this?” “Well, you’re on the phone to me, you recognized my tits, which shows the closeness of our ongoing relationship, and now you have a reward coming to you. Plus, plus, wouldn’t you say? And, I’m no longer a lost boob, by the way.” “You’re so fucking literal all of a sudden.” “I’m a lot of things, Woody, and can be a lot more.” It got harder to inflect lightness into her tone. “You’re funny, doll. Tell your dad to cast you in one of his comedies.”

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“And I’ll have him cast you in one of his god-damn sagas.” She licked her lips and rubbed her brow. “Look, let’s keep this positive. I owe you a reward. A big one. You can collect anytime.” “Mary, what the hell am I going to do with you?” His voice conveyed his exasperation. “I think you know the answer to that.” Hers held steady. “You just can’t take no for an answer, can you?” “Not when the no is a yes.” He laughed loudly then cleared his throat. “Mary...please. I can’t let you do this. It’s too late anyway. Tomorrow night is my bachelor party, couple nights after that is Angelina’s shower, and then on the weekend is the buck and doe. You see, we’re all committed to this. It’s just best if you go home tomorrow. Promise me you will, Mary.” “I can’t do that. I’m committed too.” “Jesus Christ.” He blew air into the receiver. “Fuck, Mary.” “Yeah. I know what it’s like to be faced with a stubborn old fool.” “You’re the stubborn old fool,” he snapped. “You are.” She kicked the bed-post. “You’re a fucking piece of stubborn shit.” “Go home, Mary. Goodnight.” He hung up. “Bastard,” she mumbled, and tossed her phone onto the bed. “Go home, he says. Sure, now that I’ve satisfied his libido. Prick.” Mary punched her pillows then lay down. She seethed. Taking a few deep breaths calmed her enough to plot her next move. Already she had an idea. She started to giggle. If she could swing this, it would be a fucking coup. Just over twelve hours later, she was back on the main street. It was ten fifteen and according to Maw, it was very busy. Mary saw little evidence of that. If this was hustle and bustle then she was Mary Quite Contrary. Wait a minute. She was that. Concealing her chuckle, she made her way to the electronic store. What was it called? There it is, Joe’s Electronics. Good. All the televisions are on. What movie was he playing today? Finding Nemo. Fuck that. She was going to make a drastic change. Mary browsed through the store pretending to be interested in some equipment, all the while eyeing the main VCR player on the front counter. The owner, Joe, was busy talking to clients whom apparently were all very good friends. He spotted her and asked if he could help her. “No. I’m just looking. Thank you.” She smiled and carried on rambling through an isle. When Joe went back to his circle of friends, Mary inched closer to the VCR. With her back angled to conceal her actions, she ejected the tape that was playing and inserted one of her and Woody’s sex tapes. She took the gum from her mouth and stuck that in after the tape, making it difficult if not impossible to eject from the machine. The brief interruption of sound was not noticed by the group, who carried on laughing, joking and drinking coffee. Mary eased out of the store and took a backward glance. Wow. The window displays and the store televisions were full of her and Woody’s sex-capades. How fucking glorious. There he was, nearly as large as life, on the wide-screens that was true. He sucked her pussy like the prized hometown boy he was. She crossed the street and watched from a safe distance. A truck angle parked in front of the store and it was some time before anyone stepped out. When they did, it was for a better view of Joe’s terrific movie selection of the day. They watched along with Mary. She’d selected a fine part of the movie where Woody’s talent was expertly showcased. He was sucking her pussy and smiling for the camera every chance he could, like the fucking little sex pro he was. With lips sluiced with her juices, he ran his tongue over them, tasting her secretions and making a big production out of loving every minute of it. “How perfect, you fucker, you.” Before she knew it, Woody was taking hold of his cock and running his hand up and down it, defining the size of the organ for the ready camera. He steered it toward her pussy, teasing it and adding his own spewing juices to the mix. “I’m getting ready to fuck you, sweetheart. Any requests?”

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“I want to do it doggy-style,” she heard herself announce across the street. A small crowd now gathered and still no one ventured inside to tell Joe about his funky choice of movie. How exhilarating. She watched as she propped herself on all fours and swung her ass round and round, trying to avoid Woody’s readiness. Woody slapped her carousel-ass trying to quiet it while his other hand expertly jerked his shaft, keeping it ready for the up-coming fuck. He laughed at her antics, swore at her playfulness and began to sweat with anticipation. One finger on his free hand slipped into her. It was all he could snag of her moving target. His facial expression revealed he’d just thought of something. The moving shackles at each side of the bed. There was a plan. He reached for the attachments, then quickly snapped the cuffs around her thighs and adjusted the leeway making it difficult for her to move. “Ha, ha, ha,” he laughed for the camera. His grand theatrics captured the growing audience. “Fuck me, Woody.” She heard, partially shading her eyes as she watched the crowd, laughing at their intake of breath and hoots. “C’mon, Woody, fuck me for Christ’s sake. I can’t wait any fucking longer.” “Hey,” somebody commented, “that’s Woody Kelso. I’ll be damned.” “That doesn’t look like Angelina.” Somebody else added. “Go, Woody, Go,” they chanted, arms swinging. Just then Joe came to the window to acknowledge the crowd outside. He pointed to his coffee and motioned for everyone to come in. Someone from the crowd waved Joe outside. “What’s going on our here?” he said. He turned to see what everyone was watching. “Holy shit. What the hell is that?” “I don’t know, Joe. We thought you could tell us.” They roared with laughter. “Isn’t that Woody?” He dashed inside for the VCR on the counter. “Yeah. And it’s his bachelor party tonight. I think I’ll bring that tape with me.” One of the younger guys piped up. Mary began walking away, keeping her ears peeled. Some of the crowd had moved into the store with Joe, while others stood in the open doorway. Mary could hear Joe curse when his attempts to get to the tape failed. “Somebody get the plug.” “You can’t,” Joe wailed, everything is on one circuit. You’ll take out my lights and the cash register.” “I don’t think you have any choice ol’ boy.” Mary looked back. A crowd always drew more people. This was no exception. Let’s see, she attempted to do the math. A crowd that big, plus a town this small, equals Woody will be calling me real soon. She giggled all the way back to the cafe, where she seated herself in a small booth and waited for Maw to put down her coffee and come over to take her order. “What’ll ya’ have, good looking?” “Bring the menu, Maw.” The older woman backtracked to collect the plastic folder and returned. “Have ya’ been out walking, dear? You cheeks are all rosy.” “Yes, I have. A gorgeous day, isn’t it?” “Too God-damn nice to be stuck in here. I need to get out for a walk, myself. My joints are buckling up. Arthritis. If I’d have done more walking when I was younger, I wouldn’t have this Goddamn problem. Are you hungry today, dear? You need to eat more.” “Oh, I’m hungry. Let’s see. I think I’ll have a big lunch today because I may be having a very late dinner. How about a big burger and fries platter. Does that come with slaw?” She felt like she was getting the lingo down pat. “Sure does. Do you want the works on that burger?” “Why not? And I’ll have a large soda. Oh, make that diet.”

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“Anything else?” “Not yet. I’m going to go wash up.” “Go ahead, dear. You have plenty of time.” Mary headed for the back washroom and locked the door. First she leaned against it, then buckled over with laughter. It was so easy to be the caper queen in this town. It took little effort and there was no fucking security anywhere in sight. Talk about a breeze. Jesus. A four year old could do this. She sobered and looked at herself in the age-spotted mirror. “Mary O’Hare, that’s a fucking good one.” How the fuck long is it going to take for word to get back to Woody? She couldn’t be sure. According to the grapevine and her own asinine calculation, it wouldn’t be long at all. Then what? A huge pile of shit would hit the fan. She so wanted to be around for that. Couldn’t wait. Bring it on, fucker. The look on Woody’s face would undoubtedly be priceless. That is if he could assemble one after the shock. What’s the worse that could happen to her? Not much. She didn’t have a damned thing to lose. Nothing. Nadda. Except maybe her pride if she couldn’t pull this off. And she was going to pull it off. Not for a second did she doubt it. She was an O’Hare, dammit. Foremost, much like her dad, she strived, even finagled, to make something work. He always spoke of two reasons not to abort a project, one, if it was finished filming and in the bag, or if he believed in it. What a fantastic adage to live by. Funny how she could open her sub-conscious and pick out tidbits she didn’t realize were stored there. In her case, both reasons applied very well. Of course their love’s in the bag. Where the hell else could it be? Not only in the fucking bag, it was sealed tight. She certainly believed in this relationship. She did right from the beginning. Oh, yeah. This is fucking meant to be. On her way back, loud voices made her stop in her tracks before rounding the partition from the bathroom. They were men’s voices, some laughing, others, talking randomly and excitedly. “Maw, you should have seen it. Joe nearly shit his pants.” “He had no idea how that happened. Except for a young girl who came through the store. But he can’t believe a young girl would do anything like that. Where the hell would she get that kind of movie around here?” “Tell Maw the best part.” “What Micky means by that, is the fella doing all the boinking in the movie was Woody Kelso.” “What?” Maw nearly swallowed her false teeth. “Woody?” “Yeah. Go figure. Now we know what kind of movies he was doing in Hollywood.” “Sure. That’s why he was so hush-hush about his time there. Jesus Christ. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Jed took out his hanky and wiped his forehead. “Where’s the movie now?” Maw asked looking from one to the other. “Joe had a hell of a time getting it out of the VCR. He had to pull the plug on the whole store and pry it out with a knife.” “All in one piece,” Micky added. “I’ve got it right here and I’m going to play it at the bachelor party sometime tonight.” “You might not get the chance.” “I’ll try.” “Woohoo,” Jed hooted. “Can you just see the look on Woody’s face?” “He may not like your plan, guys,” “We need to get some information out of him. Like how he broke into these movies? How many of these women did he boink? And how many of these films did he make?” “That fella’s been holding out on us.” Christ. They think he’s a porn star. Poetic justice in a way. Woody always acted like one when

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the camera was rolling. Bet he never thought that would bite him in the ass one day. Well, guess what? By the sound of things, he was about to be bitten again. He may as well just bend over and let the town folk have at him. She needed to see that. One way or another, she must find out where the bachelor party was being held. Hell, she’d pay a million dollars to see that look on his face. “Was he boinkin’ anyone we know?” Maw asked, dumping ashtrays. “Er...no. I don’t think so. Course, we couldn’t really tell.” The men snickered among themselves. “What do you mean?” “Most of the boinking was from...behind.” Micky laughed and stomped his foot. “Holly shit. The boy has gone Hollywood.” “And there were shackles, Maw. Oh, God, I have to see the whole movie. If you guys want to see it, show up at the bachelor party tonight. We’ll play it later on when things start to wind down.” “Son-of-a-bitch. We’ll be there. Too bad you can’t come Maw.” “What do you mean? I’ll be there, asshole. Who do you think is catering that God-damn thing? I am. I’ll just hang around a little longer in the kitchen and keep peeking. You assholes can’t have all the fun.” “Yea, Maw. Keep that kitchen partition cracked if you want to see the show.” “Don’t worry. I will. Now can I get you losers a coffee?” “Yeah, and make it strong. You better send one down to Joe. He needs something to calm his nerves.” Mary tiptoed back to her booth. She slipped into her seat and let her head fall in her hands. This was necessary to keep her body from shaking with laughter. The town folk were already abuzz. It didn’t take long. She checked her watch. Hopefully she could get her meal down before Woody called or showed up. He should be hearing all about it soon if he hadn’t already. “Here you go, sweetie. Burger, the works, fries and slaw. I’ll be right back with your diet soda.” “Thanks, Maw. Hmm. This smells good.” It wasn’t quite Jacque’s version, her family’s chef, but tasty nonetheless. Mary ate and watched the animated movements of the group talking to Maw. She couldn’t hear every word from where she sat, but imagined a lot of what they were saying. Funny how expressive people’s body movements were. Other than in the bedroom, she hadn’t really noticed before. The men had two cups of coffee and left. Mary waited them out. She collected her purse and walked to the till. “Have you got my bill ready, Maw?” “It’s all up here, honey.” She pointed to her head. “I’ve been doing this for thirty eight years and haven’t forgotten a God-damn thing.” Mary paid her and gave her a generous tip. “I hear you’re catering tonight. Do you need any help?” “I have Elly I can call if I need help. But I can usually manage by myself. Those horny old bastards don’t want much more than a plate of cold cuts, a sandwich and some finger foods.” “I thought it was a bachelor party?” “It is.” “Too bad there isn’t a big cake a girl could come out of.” She thought and said out loud. “By, Jesus. There is. Although the club hasn’t used it in years. Old farmer Bob built one out of wood about thirty years ago. It’s still in the club’s garage all covered up.” “Well, guess what, Maw? That’ll be my job for this afternoon. I’m going to uncover it, clean up the wood cake and get it ready for tonight.” “Who the hell is going to come out of that thing?” “I am.”

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“You?” Her glasses fell to the tip of her nose. “Yup. I have a costume and everything.” “You’re kidding?” She adjusted them and raised her eyebrows. “No. I’m not.” “Are you sure? There will be more horny bastards running around there than you can shake a prick at.” “Oh, I’m used to horny bastards. You don’t have to worry about me, Maw. Now let me see, is the cake on wheels?” “Yes. One might be a little sticky if I remember correctly.” “I’ll check it out. If it is, where can I get a replacement wheel?” “Down at the Hardware Store,” Maw replied, missing the expression on Mary’s face. “Kelso’s will have everything you need. And it’s directly behind the cafe on the next block. Can’t miss it.” “Oh.” Hardware Store. Now there were two words that just knocked the snot out of her. Behind the cafe. No wonder she hadn’t seen it yet. “Well, as long as I can get it in the hall, I won’t worry about a sticky wheel.” Her happy laugh failed miserably. “How about we keep this our little secret? If too many people know about it, it won’t be much of a surprise.” “If you’re sure, honey. My lips are sealed. Holly shit. This is going to be one hell of a bachelor party.” “Probably one this town hasn’t seen in a long time, right?” “You got that right. Poor Woody. He don’t know what’s coming.” Maw snorted and pushed her pencil behind her ear. “I better make extra food.” “Can you take me to the club’s garage, say around two?” Mary adjusted her watch to the clock on the cafe wall. “Sure can. Then I’ll leave you to it.” Mary made her way upstairs to her room and closed the door behind her. It had been cleaned and smelled fresh, kind of like lemons. Which seemed odd to her. What the hell did lemons have to do with cleaning? No sooner had she thrown her purse down when her cell rang. A smile smeared her face when she checked the caller ID. She let it ring. Best not be too anxious. Besides, he needed to sweat a little bit. Actually, he must be sweating bullets right now. She could just see him and wondered how the hell he explained that one. Mary laughed out loud. Her cell rang again. It took but a second to figure out she needed to answer it or have him come down to her room. That couldn’t happen. She would be much too busy this afternoon. “Hello...Woody. How the hell are you?”

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“Not good. Not good at all.” He hissed into the phone line. “What’s the matter, Woody? You sound hot and bothered. Are you wanting to collect on your reward?” “How could you do that?” His windpipe contracted rapidly. “Do what? You’re talking in riddles.” Damn she was playing this fucking hard. “You know what you did. I don’t have to tell you.” “Are you talking about today, dear? Cause if not, I’m confused.” “Mary, if you don’t go serious in three seconds, I’m coming over there,” he warned, his voice dangerously low. “Okay, okay. I’m serious...and lemony fresh.” “How could you do such a horrible thing? And, why?” “Honestly, Woody, if you had been there, it really wasn’t horrible. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Of course, I can’t say for sure about Joe. I think he did have a hemorrhage moment. But it soon passed. Maw sent him a jug of free coffee and he spiked back.” “You actually think this is funny. I can’t believe it.” “For Christ sake, Woody. So would you.” He had a half sweat on, his lip twitched and he was pulling nervously at his cap. “You wouldn’t think it funny if the role was reversed. I don’t think so. No way. Hell, you’d have an entire crime squad on my case, wouldn’t you?” “Woody, you’re over dramatizing as usual. If you were doing this to me, I’d be flattered and realize how deep your love was, silly. I wouldn’t have a crime squad breathing down your neck. Poor little sweetie. You’re so fucking delusional.” “And you’re so fucking cool.” “Woody, take a pill. Relax. I’m going to. I’m taking my clothes off right now. Oh, look, I forgot underwear. What was I thinking?” “Mary, I’m mad as hell. You have no idea the kind of questions I’ve been getting so far today.” “My pussy is really hot, I mean steamy. My fingers feel like ice cubes.” “Do you know what this did to my parents? My mother went into shock. Actually, she doesn’t quite believe it. But that’s not the point.” Air burst from his lungs. “What the hell are you doing? Get your fingers out of yourself and listen to me.” “Mummy would really be shocked if she could see the rest of those tapes, and if she knew how sexually exciting her son was. If you want, I could fill her in? I’m closing my eyes, Woody and picturing you right here in the room. Your voice, no matter the tone always does it for me. You have a sandpaper throat that grits words out and is a total turn on.” “Oh, man. None of this is good and none of this is funny.” “Woody, honey, I’m lying on the bed. I’m going to lick my fingers,” she smacked loudly, “then insert them all the way into myself. Uhmm. That feels so good, Woody. Of course, not as good as if it were you.” “Mary, I know what you’re trying to do. It’s not going to work. You think you can sweet-talk me out of anything. Well, I have news for you. Not anymore.” “Not anymore, or not this time?” “Both, Mary.” He sighed, his resistance already changing.

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“I’m very wet, Woody. Listen to the flowing juice. Can you hear that, honey?” She must have moved the phone to her pussy. “Mary, for Christ sake. Stop it.” “You didn’t answer me. Can you hear it, or do I need to...insert it a little further?” “I can hear, Mary.” “Good. How does it sound over the phone? Can you tell how juicy it is? I mean, really tell?” “Yes.” “Don’t you wish you were here?” “No, Mary.” “Three fingers, Woody. I have three fingers buried inside me. Deep inside me and there’s more room, baby. There’s room for that cock of yours. That extra long, never ending cock that can pump like a fire hose.” “Yeah, it can do that.” “Oh, man. I’m really ready. I can feel my inner lining swell with heat. That makes even more room, Woody. Shall I insert another finger? What do you think? Tell me, Woody. I can’t decide.” “If it works for you, go ahead.” He controlled the tremor in his voice but not the one on the side of his mouth. He knew if she could see him, she’d know how this was affecting him, and that she controlled the situation. Thank goodness he didn’t show up there. Because he knew what he’d be doing right now. “Four fingers. My thumb is twirling my clit. Ohoo... It’s standing tall, Woody. You’d like that. And it’s free flowing. No spit needed.” “Mary, I...” “You, what? Wish you were here?” She giggled. “I wish you were here too. Why don’t you mosey on over. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.” “I’m still very angry, Mary. What you did was nonsensical. Angelina wasn’t thrilled either.” “What did you tell her?” “Why? Is your conscious making you feel guilty?” “Just curious.” “The truth.” “Your version, you mean?” “Maybe.” “Does she know who I am, Woody?” she purred into the receiver “No. Look, Mary, you’ve got to go home. This isn’t healthy for either one of us. Why can’t you see that?” He clasped one fist, stuffed it in his pocket and drew air sharply. “Woody...” she gasped. “I’m going to pop. Talk to me. Dirty preferably. Let me hear your voice. C’mon, say something. Say something sexy. Please.” “You are unbelievable.” “That’s it. Give me more. C’mon. What have you got? Hurry.” “You are one of a kind, Mary. I’ve never met anybody else like you, but fuck, you just go so way over the top. You don’t think half the time. You are going to have to pay the piper some time, you know.” “Say fuck again...louder.” “Fuck.” “Now say, I wanna fuck you.” “Mary.” He should have known better than to even call her. “Say it, Woody. C’mon, there’s no time. Just do it.” “I wanna fuck you.” He should have hung up long ago. What the hell made him think he could outwit her. He was a sucker when it came to sex and she was the suckee. Fuck. “Thank you, Woody. Oh, baby, thank you.” She shouted, making her climax loud and noisy.

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“Jesus. What you do to me is sinful.” “Mary, go home, please.” “Eventually.” “I’ve got to go. Bye, Mary.” ***** Mary dropped her phone. Bastard. At least he hung around long enough to get her off. That said a lot. It actually said more than he realized. Or did he? Maybe he was sending mixed signals for a reason. His voice told her to go home, but his body and innuendo said otherwise. He’s confused. That’s it. All mixed up. Nutso. And...and he can’t get out of this farce of a wedding he got himself into, so he’s...making the best of it. Poor Woody. Don’t worry. Mary was downstairs at two o’clock waiving at Maw. “Youhoo” “Be right there, dearie.” The older woman dragged her feet around the counter and wiped it at the same time. Mary watched her and for one infinitesimal moment, saw herself in the distant future. “Can I help you with anything, Maw?” “Hell, no. I’m coming, just need keys.” She turned toward the kitchen. “Hey, Bozo, I’ll be back in fifteen. Do you think you can keep this place from falling apart till then?” A voice from the kitchen yelled, “I’ll have time to lay a new God-damn foundation before you get back.” “Make it better than the one we’ve got,” she winked at Mary and grabbed a set of keys. “We can use my car,” Mary offered, unsure where the woman was leading her. “Car? We don’t need no car. The hall is right through those back doors. Come, I’ll show you.” With a key, she unlocked the doors and flicked on the lights. “See. This is the dance hall, the party hall and the wedding hall. Everything happens right here. Being connected to the cafe makes it easier for us to cater.” Mary watched her half open the partition that opened to the kitchen and realized how inventively convenient small town entertaining was. “This is a good size hall.” “Sure. Big enough for what goes on around here. Follow me.” She walked toward the far doors on the left hand corner and unlocked them. “This is the storage room, I call it the garage. Here we keep all extra chairs and tables, the mower, odds and ends and right back there,” she pointed to a large structure covered with tarp, “is the big wooden cake. Big enough?” “It sure looks like it.” Mary made her way through to peek under the covering. It looked beautiful. “How about I leave you to it? Uncover it and see what you think. It may need a dusting.” “That’s fine, Maw. You go back to work and I’ll see about this. It looks like dusting may be all it needs.” “Okay. But let me know if it needs anything else.” She shuffled back in the direction of the cafe. “That new foundation better be dry.” Her hands were on either side of her mouth, directing her comment toward the kitchen. Mary pulled up a chair and began removing the tarp from the cake, trying to fold it as she went. It looked great. She pulled it away from the wall, and revealed a small door at the back. From the front and sides it looked like a large three tier cake, painted white with braided wood molding mitered around the edges and decorated with strings of pearl beads and strategically placed silk flowers. So far so good. Upon closer inspection, she opened the hatch at the top to see there was plenty of room inside and the steps up were strong and sound. Piece of cake. She chuckled to herself. Next she went about making room in the garage to move the cake forward. Her insides were jazzed. Her heart raced too

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quickly for her body to keep up. It was hard concentrating and planning at the same time, partly because of the shear unexpectedness. Things were happening in quick procession and with the speed of light. Hell, she couldn’t have paid a professional to come up with something better. It was some time before she returned the keys to Maw. “What do you think, honey?” “It’s all set, Maw. I’m going to go and start getting ready for the shindig. All I need is a couple of men to push the cake out when the time comes. That’s it.” “No problem there. There’ll be lots of those crawling around here tonight.” “See you later, Maw.” “Good luck, kid.” Upstairs, Mary stopped at the vending machine to get a couple of sodas for her room. Her selection was two diet colas and what rolled down the receptacle were two ginger ales. Shaking her head, she pulled them out and marched to her door. Feeling as dusty as she did, there was no reason not to jump back into the shower. The warm spray not only shook off the cobwebs, but spewed renewed vigor into her personality. Thinking about the upcoming party added an extra boost. Holly shit. Woody’s going to have a cow. She decided not to blow dry her hair and added plenty of product to it while it was wet. It appeared a lot darker with the wet look and a lot more exotic. She slicked it back off her face and admired her handy work. Not bad. Now for makeup. That wasn’t going to be a problem. She had a half a case full of the damn stuff. All she needed was an imaginative applicator. Sometimes she did a good job, other times she stank. The next hour or so she spent playing around with different colors and combinations, finally deciding on the extra dark look. It went hand in hand with the exotic hair style. Nice touch. Now for outfits. Oolala. She had plenty of those. The black one, the red one, the yellow seethrough, the flesh-tone...fuck. The only problem would be deciding. There was plenty of time. It would probably be a good idea to try them on and see what went best with her look. Finally she decided on the yellow see-through. It just seemed to contrast the darkness of her handiwork to perfection. Excellent. This should stop a few fucking hearts. The time leading up to the performance was the hardest. It dragged. Mary could hear the loud shouts and laughter all the way upstairs. She needed a drink. She mixed a little of her ginger ale with a shot of whiskey, she always kept several of the tiny bottles in her luggage. Thank Christ. She couldn’t think of a real reason for her jitters. It’s not like she’d never come out of a cake before. She’d come out of plenty. Somewhat of a pro. Her timing was impeccable, she had the costumes and hairpieces, but most of all, she had the desire. That’s of uppermost importance. If a gal didn’t have desire, her performance was half-ass. No ifs or buts about it. Desire and heart, really the only two requirements for the job. She kicked ass where this was concerned. No need to be nervous. The only thing she concerned herself with, is she’d never been before a crowd like this. She had no idea how a small town group of men would respond to her. She was about to find out. It was time. She wrapped a large bath towel around herself, and made her way downstairs and through the cafe, which was closed due to the bachelor party. She spotted Maw in the kitchen and waved her over. “How do I get back there to the garage without anyone seeing me?” “You’ll have to go around the back of the building and come in the back door. I’ll send Charlie there to let you in and make sure you get into the garage unnoticed. It’s that simple, dearie.” “Thank you, Maw I’ll go around now.” The older woman nodded and whistled at the same time. Mary could only assume it was for Charlie. The hoots were getting louder. The gang had been drinking for a solid couple of hours and appeared to be ready for a shake up. Charlie waited for her to arrive at the back door and cloaked her entrance to the storage room.

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“Are you going to push me out, Charlie?” “Sure am.” “When do you want to do this?” “As soon as you’re ready ma’am.” “Okay. Just let me get in and organized. I’ll yell for you when I’m ready.” “Fine ma’am. Go on in.” “You can call me Mary.” “Okay, Mary. Thank you.” He bowed his head in a half salute. This couldn’t help but be a fucking blast. Her adrenalin rushed. To top it off, she could hear Woody above the crowd. He seemed to really be whooping it up. He must have started drinking early because already he sounded half in the bag. She opened the back door of the cake, stepped in and took a moment to breath deeply. This is it, girl. You’re gonna shake those things and love every minute of it. I’m going to play this hand like it’s my trump card and enjoy the look of disbelief on Woody’s face. It would be interesting to see how Woody handled this situation. If he decided to be a pussy tonight, he’d act wounded and put on a fucking pout show. But if he rode with the tide, the evening would be very interesting. It was a fucking toss of the dice. It’s now or never. “I’m ready, Charlie.” “Okay, Mary. Just let me hit the music button.” The music was deafening. And the sudden infusion of it startled everyone, making them stop what they were doing. “I have a little surprise for everyone,” Charlie began, “in view of Woody’s bachelor party, we, the establishment have resurrected an old tradition. Some of you may remember this little treat and to the others, it will be brand new. Here’s to you, Woody.” She was moving. It was show time. Too bad she hadn’t had more time to set up her camera equipment. That piece of film would have been priceless. The loud calls and whistling almost drowned out the music. From experience, she let them carry on for a few minutes until they were fired up beyond extinguishing. Just when she thought they couldn’t stand it any longer, she punched open the lid and climbed the tiny stairs. As she emerged, there was no mistaking the caliber of welcome. They were on their feet, hooting, clapping and jumping around like school boys. Seems it’s been a long time since Spruce Falls had this much excitement. “Hello, boys.” She waved, shook her boobs, blew kisses and played them exactly as she’d planned. On cue, Charlie assisted her down where she could follow up on some of her sexual promises. She didn’t dare look at Woody. Not yet. Mary paraded around, folding herself in someone’s arms, planting kisses on another, taking hold of someone’s hand and running it up and down her inner thigh. It was shear chaos. One old fart was so excited, she thought he’d have heart failure. Someone asked if he could kiss her cleavage. “Sure. Come on over.” When the gray haired fella got close enough, Mary pulled his head right to her chest and held it there, letting him suffocate the way he’d always dreamed. “It’s Woody’s turn,” someone shouted. “We have to give him a turn, it’s his party.” “Yes. By all means. Let’s give Woody a turn,” she said facetiously. Two burly fellows had Woody by the arms, bringing him around toward her. Their eyes met. The contact was like being struck by lightning. If she’d have been a tree in the forest, she would have burst into flames. As it was, it took everything she had to quell the fire inside her. Looking at him, she could tell the smile on his face was forced. He was pissed and peeved. An ambiguous combination. Mary walked up to him, her eyes daring him. His, accepted the dare, took their time filtering it then launched a retaliative stare. At first it was obscure, then glowering. She didn’t back down,

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continuing to walk toward him. The fellows on his arms were pushing him at her. “Hi, big boy. I hear it’s your party.” She put her arms around him and pulled him in. “Give her a big wet one, Woody. C’mon, we know you got it in you.” They laughed and shoved him harder. “Yeah. It’s my party. What are you doing here?” “Hey. That’s no way to talk to the lady who’s come to make your day.” Someone smacked him on the back. “Give her a kiss, Woody.” “I think Woody’s shy,” she winked at the crowd. “Oh, no, he isn’t.” A loud voice protested. Mary’s hands took hold of his face and pulled his lips to hers. “Uhmm, he’s very good.” “Woohoo.” Somebody pushed a chair their way. Mary forced Woody to back up until he fell into it. Amidst the cheers and probably because of them, one of her sexy, camera-friendly personas took over. She straddled him and pulled his face to her chest where she rolled it and smushed it into her heavily scented boob flesh. He offered no resistance. Obviously he realized he was outnumbered. Also from a male perspective, he’d come off as gay, and no guy wants that tag. Not from his own bachelor party. Mary capitalized on his subdued behavior. She had him right where she wanted him and they both knew it. No way did he want to draw attention to the fact he knew her or that she may be the one in the video. No. He was playing it cool. Laughter coiled in her throat and when she tipped her head back, it detonated into the air above them. “So, party boy, what’s your pleasure, your fantasy? You have to tell me, you know...if you want it to come true.”

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It wasn’t long before there was a knock on her door. She walked to answer it. “I’ve been expecting you.” “Have you now?” Woody moved passed her, brushing her shoulder. “You don’t listen, do you? You just keep getting more brazen by the minute. The more I tell you to lay off, the more you go to it. What the fuck is wrong with you?” “I just volunteered my services. There was a bachelor party and absolutely no entertainment. What’s up with that?” No one could help laugh at his exaggerated look. She was no exception. “Mary, this is Spruce Falls not Hollywood. What were you thinking?” “So, I brought a little Hollywood to your party, big deal. By the look of that cake, Spruce Falls isn’t as chaste as you make out.” “It is a big deal when you and I have a history. He moved around nervously. “I don’t like what you’re doing to me, Mary.” “I don’t think anybody put two and two together. Lucky you. Although, there was a moment or two when I almost spilled my guts.” “You’re not listening, are you? Look, Mary, I can’t stay long before someone notices, but...” “But, what? Did you come to thank me?” You never know. She had to ask. “The truth? I don’t know why I came. I can’t tell or ask you to do anything because you just do the opposite. And...” “Oh, Woody, relax. I’m just waiting for you to realize your mistake and come back home with me. You are going to realize it, you know. It’s just a matter of time.” “That’s not going to happen, Mary. I told you I’m committed to this. Do you think this was a spur of the moment decision? It wasn’t. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. If you think you and I have a history, Angelina and I go way back. It’s just the right thing to do. I’m comfortable with it and happy. Now, will you please respect that and leave it alone?” “I hear what you say, Woody. That’s your mouth talking not your cock or your heart. So shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear it. As far as I’m concerned, that’s all bullshit. Do you just dream it, or make it up as you go? Whatever you do, keep it to yourself because I don’t believe you. Anybody that knows the two of us doesn’t believe you. Hell, you don’t even believe it. So, why do you push it so hard?” “See what I’m talking about. You are so fucking stubborn. Why is that?” “Maybe because I know I’m right.” She watched his eyes glare back at her. “And I know, you know, I know I’m right. It’s written all over your face.” “No. It’s all about you not liking to lose. Always has been. Always will be.” “Whatever. We can’t seem to get passed that.” She returned his stony glare. “You sound like a recording. You don’t like to lose,” she mimicked. “Fuck off.” “Look, I’ve got to get back.” He fidgeted. “Don’t do anything else or I’ll have to do something we’ll both regret.” “Ohoo. I’m shaking.” She laughed. “Er...I’ll be up reading,” she chuckled, “so if you want to come back later, the door is always open.” “No, Mary. I won’t be back.” He stopped and looked back. “Oh, by the way, what was that triple kissing about? Why the fuck did you get me involved in that? Christ. Do you just keep pulling

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this stuff out of a hat?” “Didn’t you enjoy it? I thought it would take the heat off you if there were two guys and a girl. Wasn’t that cool? I was very turned on. Three of us frenching together and ...Marty, was it? He has a long tongue almost like yours. Fuck. That was heaven.” “It wasn’t the same for me. Jesus Christ. My father was there.” “Your eyes were shut. It certainly looked like you were enjoying it. You either were or pretending real hard.” “I was trying to black it out.” He shook his head, a look of disbelief on his face. “Bullshit. You were imagining two women, weren’t you, Woody? Nobody can pretend with that much feeling. You were into it.” “You’re impossible.” He shook his head. “It’s no use, I may as well be talking to a brick wall.” “No. I’m not. I know you so well. In the ways that count. When it was your turn to lick, I could feel that rooted sexual tension of yours pound to unleash itself. And your mouth and tongue were very hot, Woody. By comparison, if you noticed, Marty’s wasn’t as fired as yours and it should have been. That bastard never even heard of Triple Kissing.” She wiggled closer. “You, on the other hand, have had a little experience. You could have coached him a little.” “Give me a break. Mary, from now on, please don’t involve me in any more of your shenanigans. I’ve got to get back.” He glanced at his watch. “Goodnight.” “It could be a great one.” She watched him glare at her and close the door with a snap. “Fucking, stubborn idiot.” She called after him, not caring who the hell heard. She couldn’t sleep. Her adrenalin still pumped at an alarming rate. She searched for the soda left in her room, and opened it. On her way upstairs, she’d grabbed a sandwich and a couple of doughnuts when she left the hall. Maybe that would settle the jitters. She hadn’t eaten since lunchtime. It actually smelled good. A soda, sandwich and a doughnut. She could hardly wait to sink her teeth into it. If Hollywood could see her now. The food was good. Homemade. It sure beat the crap out of those wrapped burgers from the gas station. Mary burped. “Oh, my. Excuse my guts for rejoicing.” Rejoice they did, over and over again. Her body was taking a toll on this sudden shift in cuisine. She needed to get used to it. After turning the television on, she pulled down the bed covers and lay down, hoping to relax. Music and muffled voices could be heard from downstairs. They were having a grand time. There were a lot of people. They must have come from far away because she didn’t think there were that many men in Spruce Falls. She chuckled to herself. Well, this is one party this town will remember for a long time. She was proud of that fact. “Made a little history myself.” Mary did what she thought she wouldn’t. She rested, but with one ear tuned to the quieting party downstairs. Maybe Woody will come back up. If he could manage to slip away from everyone. I bet he does. I know he’s thinking about it. He was so fucking turned on tonight, he was glowing, and there was a big difference between his booze glow and his horny one. Of course, one had to know Woody that way to realize that. Not till nine the next morning did she wake up. With one swift movement, she rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock. Holly shit. Not only did she fall asleep, she fell into a deep sleep. She got up and checked the door. Had Woody come back and she hadn’t heard him? Damn. No. He would have woken her. One way or the other, either for sex or to yell at her. She couldn’t picture him tiptoeing around trying not to wake her. That just wasn’t Woody. Well, no use crying over missed opportunities. Go out and create new ones, she always said. It looked to be a bright, warm day out there. Best get downstairs to the cafe and see if any...reviews were in. That should be interesting. Hey, she was really getting into this small town camaraderie. It was easy to slip into if you were so inclined. Almost a natural progression. Of course, the friendly people made it easy. Everyone was friendly. It didn’t matter if you were a stranger or family. People treated

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each other with the same friendly manner, and genuinely meant it. There was nothing phony about anybody. It kind of swelled her heart. Quite a change from what she was used to. She didn’t suppose Maw missed a day in her entire career. There she was pouring coffee and buttering toast like it was no big deal. Just another day in the Falls. “Good morning, Maw.” “Mornin’, Mary. How the hell are ya’ this morning?” She briefly glanced her way. “Great.” The fellas at the counter all turned to watch her come in, take a seat in a booth and were quick to engage her in conversation. “What time did the party break up last night? I fell asleep and missed the last hoorah.” She set out her feelers. There were three different versions but all indicative of approximately three in the morning. “Sounded like you guys had even more fun after I left.” “Oh, no. That’s not true. You were the highlight of the night by far.” “Do you think Woody thought so? And did they play the movie?” She hedged. “Oh, yeah, he sure did. We rubbed it in pretty good. He finally admitted that was the best part. And no, no movie. There was no time. I suspect they have another plan for that.” “Good. I’m glad...y’all enjoyed it.” She covered. That explained why Woody didn’t show up again last night. He had no reason to. If they’d played the movie on top of what she did, Woody would have come back upstairs and strangled her. Just knowing that tape is in someone else’s hands is driving him crazy. “Hey, we’re having a little bachelor parade at noon. Nothing fancy. Just a lineup of cars and trucks with most of the crew from last night. We’re going to parade the bachelor through town, that’s all. It’s just a custom. If you want to join us, you’re welcome.” “A bachelor parade? That sounds like fun. We can use my car. Are there any signs or posters I can tape on?” “There will likely be a mess of them. Drive around to the park around a quarter to and somebody will fix you up and put you in sequence.” “Sounds like fun.” She never ceased to be amazed by these people. “Yeah. It’s a good laugh.” “I’ll be there.” This little town was a hoot. Imagine, the whole community coming together to celebrate this way. She’d never seen anything like it. What the hell did they do for the actual wedding? Her insides gurgled with laughter...parading the fucking bachelor through town. That was a first. What the hell would they think of next? Back in her room, Mary couldn’t decide what to wear. “A bachelor parade ...through town,” she kept repeating to herself, hoping for a glimmer of fashion sense. Well, she couldn’t decide on clothes, but she knew what jewelry she was wearing. Pulling out the big black velvet box, she opened it and as always, it took her breath away. The gold and diamond ‘Woody’ necklace had set her back a quarter of a million, and she’d never even worn it yet. It was so large, so beautiful and so utterly possessive, and about to make its debut. So what if it was Woody’s bachelor parade. At least she won’t be able to say she’d never worn it. She clipped it around her neck. It was exquisite, stunning, and very heavy. Not only that, but it definitely dictated what she needed to wear. One of those elastic tube tops would show it off to perfection. She zipped up her jeans, adjusted the tube and took a last look at herself. This combination certainly registered ‘parade.’ She thought about changing her mind, but decided against it. No, this is all for Woody. Let’s make it the best we can. The best damn bachelor parade this town’s ever seen. Lucky Woody. He was getting the best of everything. Must be his year. It was a quarter to. There was quite a crowd gathered. Her Lamborghini roared into a parking spot and nearly every man there came over to see it. She couldn’t get used to this. It made her feel like she was different than everybody else, and not sure why.

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“Nice car.” “Thanks.” She blushed, looking away. “Where the heck did you find a necklace like that? I didn’t see them in the five and dime store.” Someone else asked. “Oh, I got this at the...er...million dollar store. That’s what they call it back where I come from. I guess because...uh…they have a million items.” “Wow. That must be a big store. Woody’s gonna like the look of that. All them rhinestones shinning in the sun.” “One can only hope.” She sighed and accepted her sequence number. Number ten. Meaning she was the tenth vehicle in the parade through town. “Are you sure you want us to tape posters on your car?” Charlie asked, his tone incredulous. “We can just put them in the windows, if you like?” “Go ahead. It’s not a problem. Mary glanced at them. They weren’t large and they’d only be on for about a half hour or so. No big deal. She tried to read them as they were taping them . ‘Another one bites the dust’. Hmm. Not quite yet fellas, but soon, she thought to herself and smiled, and what’s this one? ‘Honk for Woody’. Yup. She’d do a lot of that. In all there were twenty four vehicles in the parade and the plan was, as had been forever, to stop by the groom-to-be’s home, pick him up and voila...parade him around town. Not much in the way of grand style, just another community oriented get-together. Cute. Different. Her fucking neighbors in Hollywood couldn’t give a shit if she was dead or alive. So, it was refreshing to see such cordiality here in Spruce Falls. It actually made her heart swell. Now, if they only had the right groom for Angelina. The motor parade got on its way. People waved, shouted and apparently, the custom was to run out and throw a sack of potatoes, or beans or corn or whatever into the back of the pick-ups. That was for good luck and prosperity. Wasn’t that special? If she’d have known she might have grabbed a bag of bullshit from some farmer and added it to Woody’s ‘prosperity pile.’ He was going to need something fertile to plant his fucking seeds. Focus, Mary. About four blocks into it, the lead vehicle made a right hand turn onto Maple Shade Crescent. The names of everything around here sounded so peaceful and docile. It was enough to make you fall fucking asleep at the wheel. A couple of men jumped out of a truck, ran up to a home, and immediately entered. They re-appeared with Woody between them, trying to look as surprised as he possibly could under these customary circumstances. Mary honked along with the others and in her enthusiasm, tried to lift her upper torso out her car window. She waved and shouted along with everyone else. Woody saw her. His eyes saucered. It was as if he couldn’t believe she was here, in this parade. He stopped in his tracks, the men having to pull him forward. So, this was Woody’s family home. Very cute. Small, but cute. Oh, look, there was mom, waiving in the window. Wonder where Angelina was? She hadn’t seen her yet. The men hurled Woody into the back of the truck and the motorcade began to move once again. Where the hell did they go from here? Back to the hall. Yes, that was it. She remembered now. Once they got out of the subdivision, Mary made a u-turn and decided to head back herself. The lead was heading into another street when she decided she’d had enough of this shit. It wouldn’t be bad if they moved a little faster, but this crawling along was driving her nuts. She whizzed past the tail end and waved goodbye. Her car anxious to get the carbon out. Now, one block away, she checked her rear-view. Sheriff. Was he on her tail? Lights and siren were on. Maybe he wanted to get by. Mary pulled over onto the shoulder, extended her arm out the window, ushering him through. He pulled up beside her and indicated for her to stop. “What the fuck?” “Hello again, young lady.” “Sheriff. Is there a problem?”

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“That depends. Where you come from, what constitutes indecent exposure?” He looked in at her and tipped his hat. “Where I come from, I’m not sure that even applies.” She laughed. “That might explain it, ma’am.” “Explain what?” She looked up at the Sheriff, thinking this guy is going fucking nuts. “Why you’re driving around topless.” Mary looked down and did a double take. In her earlier enthusiasm, her tube top had ridden down and she’d never realized it. Holly shit. No wonder Woody’s eyes bugged out. “Oh, my God. Sheriff Stevens, I had no idea. I was so wrapped up with parade enthusiasm, I didn’t notice my tube-top. Honest. You have to believe me.” “I saw you in the parade. So, I believe you. Okay...Mary O’Hare,” he checked his notes, “I need you to cover up before you head back to the downtown core.” “No problem, sheriff. And thank you for warning me.” She pulled up the tank and cupped her boobs. “Very well, carry on.” He shook his head. “Nice necklace, by the way. Five and Dime?” “Er...yes. Bigger Dime,” her hands suggesting a bigger store, which the officer seemed to understand. Mary parked her car behind the cafe, peeled off the posters, tossed them in the trash, then scurried up to her room. If the parade was headed back this way, to the hall, surely Woody would sneak up here. He’d likely have plenty to say about today’s fiasco but he was going to have to believe she didn’t do that on purpose. She doubted it. He’d go off on his high horse as usual. She’d stick a tit in his mouth and all will be forgotten. Same shit, different day. She waited. The crowd was in the hall a good four hours. There was a homemade bean lunch and alcohol obviously. The raucous was beginning to sound like last night’s. Still no Woody. He hadn’t even called. What was up with that? She was tempted to go down but decided to wait it out. It was five when she ventured downstairs. Maw was busy with the overflow from the hall who had decided to hang around for their supper as well. She waved at her from her booth. “Have you got a good arm, sweetie? I’ll toss you the menu.” She did. Much to her surprise, Mary caught it. Well, that was a first. She’d never had a menu tossed at her before. She felt odd and welcome at the same time. Like one of the old crowd. Maw wasn’t coming over so Mary shouted her order. “I’ll have your chicken pot pie and a cup of tea.” “Coming right up, Mary.” Maw answered without even looking up. Before she knew it, Mary heard this loud tearing sound and everyone at the counter broke into laughter. Apparently the bean lunch the fellas had was making itself known, and one of them let a long, noisy one rip. “Who the hell did that? Maw turned her nose. “Get your ass out of here.” “What the hell are you feeding us, Maw?” They laughed. “I know what I’d like to feed you, you bunch of hobos.” “Er...Maw,” Mary cut in, “I’ll have mine to go.” Mary ate, checking her cell phone every two minutes. That’s it. She was calling him. She dialed. Send. It was ringing. “Hello, Mary.” “Hey. You survived your little party and your parade?” “I did.” “I was expecting you...to call.” Her heart rate accelerated . “Were you?” “Yes. Why didn’t you?”

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“What would be the point?” “Woody.” “Save it, Mary. I see you were up to your same tricks today. You don’t change.” “In my defense, that was accidental. When I extended out my window, it must have slipped down. I didn’t know. I swear. The sheriff pulled me over on my way back ...to tell me.” “I’ll bet he did.” “I’m sorry, Woody. That was an honest mistake. What can I say?” “Now you have Angelina asking questions. She wants to know who the bare-chested lady with the ‘Woody’ necklace is.” “What did you tell her?” “Nothing. I said I didn’t know.” “Excuse me.” That stung more than she could say. Like she’d been shot out of the blue and dropped to one knee. “What did you want me to say?” “The truth.” “And what would that be?” “You have to ask?” Her exasperation could not be mistaken. “Now you’re pissing me off.” “That will make two of us.” He blurted out. “Look, Mary, her bridal shower and other shit is coming up in the next few days and I don’t want to upset any of that for her.” “Why would that upset her? Surely she knows you’ve had a girlfriend before.” “I told her about you, Mary. I didn’t have a choice. But she thinks you’re in LA. She doesn’t know you’re here.” “Knowing I’m here would upset her?” Why did she insist on adding gasoline to the fucking fire? “I think so. Yes.” “Why?” “Because she knows how I felt about you.” The answer was swift, direct. No hesitation. “Ah. Yes, I can see how that would be upsetting. Woody, why do you want to keep fighting this?” “Mary, don’t even go there. We’ve been over and over this. That door is closed.” “Don’t lock that door, whatever you do.” She tried to make him laugh. “Mary...” “So...when’s the shower? Is it here in the hall?” “Mary.” She laughed into the receiver. “I don’t think I’ve ever been to a bridal shower. What’s the protocol on those things?” “Fuck.” He swore. “Why the hell are you so intent on destroying any chance I have at happiness? Are you a mad woman? Is it what you can’t have, nobody else can either? Forgive me but I’ve never heard of anyone pursuing it so vigorously. You’re like a hound on a scent.” When Mary hung up, her spirit was a lot higher than what she expected. Without wanting to, Woody gave her renewed hope. Besides, she’d sure like to meet Angelina, for curiosity reasons if nothing else. Why pass this up? By the sound of things, the little bride-to-be was somewhat insecure. This was going to be another fucking piece of cake.

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Chapter 8

As predicted, the bridal shower was in the hall two nights later. It was a cinch getting the particulars out of Maw. Her only problem being–there was no place to shop for a gift...except for the Five And Dime. Which would have been fine. She’d just have no idea what to select that would be great quality. Luckily, she didn’t have to make that choice. Mary picked up a gift bag and card. She had a beautiful new teddy she hadn’t even taken the tags off of, and a new dildo. She always carried new ones in case she lost or forgot one somewhere. She folded the teddy perfectly and inserted both into the bag with plenty of tissue. The perfect solution. The perfect gift. The party turned out to be a beach theme. Hmmm. Looked like the couple planned on a sunny honeymoon somewhere. There were beach balls kicking around, tiny umbrellas for the drinks, beach towels on all the chairs. Very cute. She helped Maw with the hall set-up and some food preparation, intending to also help her serve. It was the perfect in. Angelina was exactly how she’d pictured. A tiny, dark haired, ethnic beauty, that was as sweet and angelic as her name. Mary watched her interact among her friends and family and frankly she felt sorry for her. She’s going through all this hoopla only to lose in the end. Woody didn’t love her. He felt some sort of dedication toward her that’s all. It’s too bad really. Now that she’d seen her, it put a different spin on things. She sort of understood Woody’s perspective. Although, she’d never tell him that. As far as Mary was concerned, these gals were a tad too quiet. “Hey, Maw, I think we need to spike the punch.” She laughed. “That’s not a bad idea. There’s a bottle of vodka in that cupboard above your head. Dump her in.” “Really?” She’d just made a joke. But she certainly would if Maw wanted to. Hell, this place needed something. “Yeah. Hurry before someone falls asleep.” “I’ll pass the glasses around and keep them full.” “Good, girl. If you run out. Make another one.” Between serving the ladies, Mary swallowed a few shooters. “Woah. Good stuff, Maw.” “It should be. It’s a hundred proof.” “I didn’t see that on the bottle.” She flipped it from front to back. “When you own a place like this, you learn to re-label the good stuff or the stash will soon be depleted.” Mary replenished everyone’s punch, cranked the music, and began kicking up her heels. People were curious about her. “Are you related to Maw?” someone asked. “Just helping out,” she evaded giving any straight answers. One more shooter down the hatch. The ladies played a game whoever gets caught crossing their legs has to remove an article of clothing. At he end of the evening, the lady with the least has to model the lingerie. Two hundred pound Aunt Veralda put her purse between her legs so there was no danger of her messing up. Angelina was the winner of that game. Poor girl was beyond bashful. “Somebody help me,” she wailed. There weren’t too many takers. “I’ll help you,” Mary offered, stumbling to her aid. The pair disappeared into Maw’s garage. “Take that off and try this little number on.” Mary handed her a black

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lace teddy.” “Isn’t there one less revealing?” She searched the bag. “That one’s your best bet. Some of these are crotch-less.” Mary pointed out. “Crotch-less? I never heard of such a thing.” She laughed. “Oh, my God. Are you serious?” Mary tried to uncross her eyes to regard her squarely. “You’re kidding me, right?” “Why would I kid about that?” Angelina drew in air sharply. “Holy Cow. Look at these.” “Okay. You really do need help. Wear the black one and I’ll...wear the crotch-less one just to support you. Ready?” “I guess so. We better make this quick.” She hiccupped. “It’s just women out there. What’s the problem? You know what? I’m going to give the whole damn bunch of ya’ a lesson or two. C’mon.” Mary took her arm. “Hey, everybody, here’s Angelina. She wants everyone down to panties and bra. C’mon, Aunt Veralda. You too.” The room went quiet then broke into laughter. There was an odd sigh as well. “See these two pole supports, they are a little thick, but will do nicely. C’mon ladies, it’s time to learn to shake your booty.” One lady pulled another to her feet and another. Once they were all standing, Mary demonstrated how to move sexily around the pole. Then lined the women up to give each of them a turn. The overweight relatives were a hoot. Mary kept refilling the punch. The more it flowed, the looser the dancing ladies got. Next, Mary displayed the striptease dance and encouraged most of them to give it a try. Angelina’s attempt was dry and stunted. Her movements robot like. Obviously she’d never stripped for anyone. “Go get that new dildo you got. I’ll show you some moves. Once you get comfortable, you’ll loosen up.” “This is a dildo?” She held up the box. “It’s a good job you told me. I wouldn’t have known. I bet I would have tried to make a milkshake with it.” The ladies were all good sports, but at the sight of the dildo, all the older ones bowed out and quietly left the building. Rather quickly she thought. Mary didn’t waste any time. She took it out of the box. “Oh, good. This one you strap on if you want to.” “Strap on?” Angelina asked, confused. “Yeah. It straps around your waist and through your legs so you can fuck someone else if you want to. You can hand hold it if you want also. Your choice. Don’t you love deluxe models that do it all? One stop shopping, I say.” “Wouldn’t this be more for my husband-to-be?” Her eyebrows rose, creasing her forehead. “Why? He has a real one of these.” “Oh. You mean I...” “Yup. Do you want to give it a whirl?” Mary watched her. The bride-to-be was hesitant and excited. There were gleams in her eyes indicative of the adventure, but the halt in her limbs conveyed her shyness. “I can tell you all want to know these secrets. Let me demonstrate. Mary propped herself on the floor, her back to the support pole. “This is the solo version. Pay attention, ladies.” Mary spread her legs and aimed the large object toward her pussy. “A dildo is always your friend. Very important to know. Now, depending on circumstance, you don’t always want to jam it in. Use it to tease yourself. It’s how a man would use his cock.” Mary slid the end of it over and over her clit, twisting it into her expecting hole and out again. “This feels really good, gals. Angelina, why don’t you hold it for me and shove it in.” “I don’t...think I can do that.” She licked her lips and stared. “Nonsense. Of course you can.” Mary beckoned her with her free hand. “C’mon, Angelina.

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Take hold of it and shove it in.” Slowly Angelina advanced. Her eyes went from Mary to the dildo and back again. She reached for the dildo and closed her eyes. “Imagine how you’d want your man to make love to you. Depending on your mood, do you want it fast or do you want it slow? Once you decide, he’ll pick up on your signal.” Angelina giggled and took over Mary’s ministrations. “It almost feels real.” After her third circle around the clit, Angelina shoved it in, while her other hand squeezed the apparatus lovingly. “Very nice, Angelina. Now, why don’t you strap it on and fuck me just like you’re doing now. Go ahead.” Angelina withdrew, and with the help of another girl, strapped it on. “Now what do I do?” She laughed and waited for directions. “Take hold of it and shove it in. This time you’ll have to pump with your body. C’mon. Don’t be shy.” After the initial shove, Angelina was a natural. Mary was turned on despite her position as head of the class. There was something devilishly satisfying about fucking Woody’s bride-to-be. If he could only see them now. Mary closed her eyes and let her head fall back. “Perfect,” she whispered. How amazingly perfect. Because it was a beach themed party. There were beach balls floating all over the place. Mary decided this would be a great way to get more of a group participation. “Okay, everyone who can, grab a beach ball, you’re in for a treat. C’mon, everyone. There’s no time for shyness.” “Woohoo,” they shouted. “What the hell are we going to do now, Mary?” “Time for a shooter first,” someone yelled and proceeded to fill shot glasses. “Okay, ladies. Grab a ball and a chair. Let’s form a nice circle around the floor.” Mary stood with her ball in hand. “Here’s what we’re going to do.” “What? What? I can’t wait. What can we possibly do with a beach ball?” “I’m going to tell you. Place the ball on the chair. Easy enough. Now straddle the ball. If some balls have too much air in them, let it out. This is one technique where the air pressure has to be just perfect. C’mon ladies, I’ve seen better straddling on a horse.” Mary laughed at their first attempts. There was a flurry of pressure testing and a whole lot of laughter. It was a few minutes before everyone was ready. “Okay, straddle, ladies. No more practicing. This is the real thing.” “I can see where this is going,” Angelina echoed. “You bet. Now, use your pelvis here. Roll the ball, applying body pressure at the same time. Uhmm. Can you feel that ladies?” “Whoa. This is nice.” “Holy shit.” “Told ya. C’mon, ladies, roll it, roll it. Hang on to the back of the chair. We don’t want anybody falling off and hurting themselves. It would be hard to explain to the old Doctor, wouldn’t it?” “I don’t think anyone would tell the doctor about this.” Angelina told the crowd. “Kind of makes you wonder why the hell we need men.” “Hey, Mary, you’ve opened up a few eyes here in Spruce Falls. Some of us women may be changed forever. What do you think about that?” “Don’t get me wrong. Men are good, but sometimes women need just a little more attention to detail. You know what I mean?” “I like this. I’m actually feeling horny.” “Great.” Mary laughed. “Push down hard, girls. Hold and use your pussy to try to roll the ball. Yipee.” “Hallafrickinglulia,” someone exclaimed. When Mary thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, she jumped off her ball and rolled to the

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floor where she re-inserted her dildo and pumped herself like a mad woman. She was thinking about Woody, and doing so sent her libido into orbit as always. “Yes, oh, yes. That’s it, Mary, faster.” She continued pumping well into orgasm, quieting only when that last ripple of satisfaction rolled away not to return. She looked up to find several pairs of eyes on her, while others were achieving the same result with their balls. For one tiny moment she felt awkward and strange. Likely the alcohol. Or lack of. It was time for a shot. What a hell of a party this turned out to be. It started out slow but with a few aids, it converted into a great one. Likely a memorable one, judging by the happy faces. ***** Going to bed drunk and horny was not a great combination. Her lack of sleep could be attributed to either factor. Her money was on the lack of ’Woody.’ Not being able to have him when she wanted him bugged the hell out of her. Only now, she felt a little guilty. Having met Angelina did that to her. She really was a sweet girl, but shit. Woody was hers. No way was she wrong about how he felt about her. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew damn well when a man was in love with her, and Lord knows how much she loved him. True, total, in depth love, like what she found with Woody was something special. It didn’t happen nor was it found every day. Especially not in Hollywood. Woody was partly correct when he said she hated to lose. She couldn’t lose him, not when they felt the way they did about each other. It had nothing to do with being a spoiled, rich broad. It had to do with loving someone to distraction. Although, having met the bride-to-be, she could understand Woody’s hesitation. No doubt he had feelings for the girl he’d known most of his life, but it wasn’t love. Poor boy was confused. Or trapped. Or both. If he believed Angelina truly loved him, he’d feel like he couldn’t let her down because she was such a fragile little thing. She, on the other hand, was resilient, buoyant, and Woody knew that. He knew that out of the two of them, she came across as the tougher one and would land on her two feet no matter what. It’s true, but not fair. One of these fucking mornings he’d have to wake up honest and acknowledge his feelings. He just had to. Christ. He’s a tough nut to crack. She could just shake him. What the hell more did she have to do to prove it to him? Around nine, Mary forced herself out of bed to take a couple of headache capsules. She swallowed them with water then felt her way back to bed. Ouch. It hurt. No wonder Maw kept that stuff locked up. Mary rested but couldn’t fall back to sleep. All she could think about was Woody and how much she missed that cock. Where the hell was he right now? Was he at home or with Angelina? Dare she believe he was with her? Unlikely. She’s the type who didn’t believe in premarital sex. For Christ sake. Maybe she was all wrong about her. Maybe she wants everyone to believe that about her, and is exactly the opposite. Mary rubbed her head. She had to stop thinking about this, it drove her mad. She tossed and turned. Her head pounded with the aftermath of overindulgence. She should have known better. A hundred proof for Christ sake. Stupid. After remaining in one spot long enough without moving, she did fall into a slumber. A peaceful one. A loud knock at her door woke her up. Mary glanced at the clock. Eleven. Not bad. She staggered toward the door and pulled it open. “Woody? What are you doing here so early?” She batted her eyes and rubbed her head. He walked passed her into the room without saying a word and leaned up against the wall. “It’s not a good morning, Mary. Cause I heard you had one hell of a good night. You can’t have both.”

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So that’s it. She shut the door and moved into the room. He was going to have a hissy fit about last night. “Yeah. It was a good one. Why?” “Why? You can ask me that? You’re unbelievable, you know.” “Hey, that’s what they tell me.” She tried to laugh but it came out scratchy. “What the hell were you thinking? That’s a stupid question cause obviously you weren’t thinking at all.” His eyes spit so much fire, she could have lit a cigarette. Actually, her hand went to her lips as if to take one out of her mouth. Wait a minute. I’m dreaming again. I only smoke when I’m drinking or after sex. She checked her hand. No. No glass, and she wasn’t having sex, therefore no cigarette. “Er...what did you say?” “You’re in fine shape, aren’t you? I asked what the hell were you thinking last night?” “Too hard. Ask me something easier.” She searched for her cover-up. “Oh, God. I could throttle you.” “Slower. You could throttle me or God?” “Mary, I am so furious right now, I don’t think I can take any more of your jokes.” “I’m not joking. For fuck sake, get with the program.” “What is the program, Mary? More specifically, what’s your program all about? And is it over yet?” “Please...one at a time. Fuck. I told you that already.” She sat on the edge of the bed, shivering, chilled after being up-rooted from the warm confines of her blankets. He knew she was hung-over, but it didn’t squash his anger. So, she crossed the line, big deal. Surely he could understand where she was coming from. “Are you going to tell me what your performance was all about last night?” “Uhmm...no.” “Mary, for Christ sake. I’m angry here, and you owe me an explanation.” “I owe you dick.” She looked up then, her eyes halted his fired look, re-loaded, and shot them right back at him. “I say you do.” He pushed himself away from the wall and took a step in her direction. His eyes never left her face. “I say I don’t.” Her gaze didn’t flinch away from his. “You exasperate me beyond my limitation sometimes, this is one of those times.” He took another step in her direction. “Yeah. Anything that doesn’t go along with your plan or theory exasperates you. Well, get over it. Or you’re going to be one exasperated puppy the rest of your life. Oh, wait a minute. I take that back. If you marry Angelina, you won’t have that problem because you’ll be nothing more than a lap dog.” She eyed him squarely. His face was blood red and so were his ears. She’d hit more than a nerve, she’d hit an artery. His breaths started to come in short, loud spurts; it was difficult for him to draw in air. His chest and upper arms swelled in size and the whole picture was enough to scare anyone. But not Mary. Me thinks she’s still under the influence. “I’m going to strangle you.” He rasped, raising his arms and staging his hands. He advanced. “You don’t have the balls.” She shot back unwisely. No. That wasn’t true. She knew exactly what she was doing, and watched him advance right into her web trapping. She stood to face him. His hands went around her neck and he squeezed. “I could put an end to your interference just like that.” “Maybe. But we both know what you’re going to do instead, don’t we? You’re going to fuck the hell out of me.”

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Woody pushed her down on the bed. His arousal in her face. “Yeah. I’m gonna fuck you. Like you haven’t been fucked in a long time.” She was right. She was always fucking right. How the hell do I deal with that? I’m right on the money here. She knew what was coming as well as he did, but he had no way of knowing how she’d been fucked in his absence. Something in him would like to know. No denying it. He wondered if it was anything like what was coming her way right now. He felt her heart accelerate, her pulses leap. This, right here, right now, could potentially put the poison in that fucking wedding cake icing. No doubt about it. He could feel it in his bones, and by the look of Mary, so could she. “And that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it?” He knew that for certain. She didn’t need to answer. She was a fucking human billboard. If it weren’t for sex, this woman would have shriveled years ago. But she insisted on always calling the shots. How she felt like doing it, her equipment, yadda, yadda, yadda. This time, it was going to be for him, by him and about what he needed to express, and what was that? He needed to remind himself. To get her out of his system once and for all. That’s it. That’s what he had to do and do it quickly before he was consumed. She was like a witch with magnetic webbing. Once you were in her circle, you couldn’t escape, but he had, and he was going to stay that way. He just needed this one last exorcism. Damn her. Woody pushed her backward and watched her fall onto her back. He reached into his front jean pocket. “Look what I have. Your pink leather handcuffs. I stole them from you because I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes when I saw them. I just had to show people.” He snapped one of her wrists. “And look what I made.” He pulled out a contraption from inside his jacket pocket. It was two pieces of a hockey stick, hinged together with cuffs on each end. “I got this idea from watching my mom lock the sliding patio doors. Once she put the stick in the bottom, the door can’t be opened or closed. It’s locked, baby.” “Very crafty.” She hesitated, looking at it. “You think so? This one is for your legs. I call this, Woody’s Special.” “Okay. It’s special. I love it. Show me how it works.” “Fucking right, it is. And you’re going to find out just how special. Move up toward the pillows.” “I love how you came here with intentions.” Mary turned on her fours and moved upward. Woody smacked her ass. The sharpness resounded into the air and the unexpectedness caught each of them off-guard. They stared, unwilling to break the connection as he undressed, getting ready to join her on the bed. When ready, he’d crawl up on his fours behind her and rock her world. He was so looking forward to this. “You won’t be needing this.” He tore her skimpy negligee in two with his bare hands. “Not ever again, apparently.” “Sarcasm?” He smacked her again. Mary’s backward reaction was to throw up her leg, catching him around the neck. He tumbled to his side and she came up on top of him. “Yeah. Sarcasm, baby.” “You think you’re so cool, don’t you. Well, you’re not on top this time.” His words held a double meaning. One he was sure she understood. He took hold of her shoulders and yanked her down. He climbed on top of her once again. “Power shift. Gotta love it.”

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“Oh, Woody. You’re such a man. Just do it why don’t ya.” What man didn’t love to have his ego stroked? “First, I’m going to try out my little love contraption.” With the sleekness of a panther, he shifted on her, to the infamous sixty-nine position, where he could see what he was doing. He snapped a link around each ankle and was pleased with his homemade device. “Try to close your legs.” “I can’t.” “It works. Perfect. I love it when a plan comes together.” “If papa and the rest of your family knew what you were carving out there in the wood shed, you’d get a whipping.” “Probably.” “Maybe I should give it to you instead. I could you know, and there’s nothing I’d like better.” “Go ahead.” He invited, not really believing her. Mary raised her right hand and walloped him squarely on the cheek. It made his head snap. “Nice, Mary. I probably deserve that for what I’m going to do to you.” He put pressure on her pussy with his cock. “Like that, sweetheart?” “You know I fucking do. Press it again. Harder.” “When I’m good and ready. Right now, I’m only interested in torturing you with pleasure. I’m going to make you beg. As a matter of fact, I insist that you do. Then you know what I’m going to do, Mary? I’m going to unhook you and walk out of here forever. That’s my plan, baby. What do you think?” Laughter burst from Mary. “You’re joking, right? You’re fucking joking.” “No. I’ve never been more serious. I need to get you out from under my skin and stopping short here today will prove to both of us we can do it.” “Not going to happen, Woody. Prepare yourself for that.” “Let’s make an effort, shall we, Mary. Let’s think about Angelina. Have you ever wondered how she feels about this triangle? I didn’t think so. Or were you thinking about her feelings last night when you were teaching her the art of masturbation? Uhmm. What was going through your mind then? Did you tell her who you were? Answer me.” “No.” “Why?” He pulled her chin, keeping her from looking away. “I don’t know.” “Say it, Mary. You couldn’t do it.” He shook her shoulders. “I couldn’t do it.” She admitted. “Now, can you tell me why?” He pulled her chin around to face him. “Because...” “Because, why?” He wrapped his hands around her neck again but didn’t squeeze. “Because she’s too damned sweet. There. You happy?” “Too sweet. Yes, that does sum it up nicely. Now can you imagine what it would do to her if I literally left her at the alter. She’d be devastated, wouldn’t she?” “Yes, she probably would be, but...” “Ah, no buts, Mary. You know why? Cause that’s the end of the story.” “Oh, Woody. In this day and age you don’t have to be noble. You’re human. You make mistakes.” “This isn’t a mistake, Mary. It is the best thing for all of us.” “All of us?” “Yes. You too. You just want me cause you can’t have me. Looks like nobody has ever told you no before. But once you get over it, you’ll see I’m right. We’ll be better off, you’ll see.”

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“You are so full of shit. Who are you trying to convince, Woody? Me or you?” She started to pump her pussy in open invitation. With the flat of her feet on the bed, and shackled the way she was, her movements strained as far as allowed without hurting herself. “Aren’t you going to cuff me to the bed post?” She dangled her pink cuff in front of him. “I almost forgot. I’ll leave one arm free so you can slap me again if you want. Isn’t that nice of me? I like leaving you with a little spunk. It sparks your imagination. Sometimes that’s a good thing.” “You’re the regular fucking ‘Beaver’. C’mon, Woody. What are you going to do with all this woman in front of you?” “This part here,” he fingered her clit, “I’m going to give it a big old smooch.” His tongue embedded itself in her folds. He laughed when she lifted her middle up off the bed, hoping to force his tongue to plunge inside her. He evaded the attempt. “Horny, honey?” “Yes.” “Good. Cause I’ve just started. I told you you’re going to be begging for it.” His palms massaged her tits, then began to roughly finger her nipples. He stretched them, pulled them then let them go, only to return and pull them again. This time he added a twist and watched her squirm. Mary slapped his face again. He wasn’t expecting it and the sting echoed around the room. “Ouch. Son-of-a-bitch.” “Sorry. That came right from my imagination.” “Jesus Christ. You’re going to get it.” “Bastard. Careful on the nipples. That hurts.” “You slap me again and I’ll slap you back. I swear.” “Fucking bastard. Either fuck me or get the fuck out of here.” He chuckled. The smile stretched the print mark on his face. “There isn’t going to be any fucking going on here today. But you’re gonna be asking for it. Oh, yeah.” “We’ll see about that.” Her free hand sought his cock, but he evaded her. “Come back here.” She tried again and again. He moved down on her once again. His legs rested on his homemade shackle disabling her from kicking up her legs. She was wide open to his view, his palate. “You have the best cunt in the world. I have to give you that one. It’s always tasty and delicious.” His fingers spread her lips open, popping her clit out for the taking. “Look at that.” Her shifting butt muscles baited him closer. His approach was slow, deliberate. Just when he thought he was in control, she shoved her cunt in his face, pressing it there with a circular motion. A sexy motion that would have brought any other man to his knees. Woody didn’t flinch. He let her smear herself over his mouth. He held himself in check. If he wanted to, he could give her one good suck, and she’d be off. He chuckled deep in his throat. “C’mon, fucker. Look what Mary has for you. Take a little sample.” “Very nice, Mary.” He kissed her inner thigh. When she shivered, he licked over the same area, continuing to dodge her pussy jabs. Her butt muscles quivered. She’s tiring and would set them down soon. He knew her pattern too. “Bastard.” She tried to slap him again, but his hand arrested hers in mid-air and brought it down to her side. “No more slaps honey or you’re going to loose your free arm privilege.” He moved up on his knees toward her mouth and dangled himself over her, watching closely. With one arm tied and the other under his knee, Mary could barely move, yet she continued to force herself. He knew she couldn’t let a cock like this sway in front of her without an ingenious attempt to capture it. Sure enough, she bounced her head off the pillow and tried to grab the swollen thing with her teeth. Woody couldn’t help but dance around her attempts and laughed at her ingenuity. But then

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while his head was thrown back with laughter, Mary strained and captured the cock with her teeth “Ooowe.” Immediately, she let up with her teeth and sucked. His body tensed and relaxed in sequence. Suddenly he was one big hard-on. She didn’t just capture it, she sucked it like her life depended upon it. He pulled. She wouldn’t let go. He used his hands to pry it out of her mouth. She bit down on him again. “Ah. Fuck. Ease up, Mary.” A big old smile pushed the corners of her mouth. “Uh,hum.” She sighed out loud and sucked harder. The sharp edges of her teeth making themselves known. He slapped her cheek, knocking her off his cock. “Fuck. That’s it.” The movement freed her one arm and she used it. She grabbed his cock and pulled it right to the opening of her mouth. Sticking out her tongue, she licked it and slurped up his spewing semen. “I may be lying down but I’m not dead.” “Let go, Mary.” “Make me.” “You asked for it.” He made off like he was going to slap her but instead he tickled her armpits until she caved. Only now, their play fight left him lying on top of her. He looked into her eyes. Shit. He shouldn’t have done that. He could see her need and vise versa. She looked beautiful freshly woken. Goddammit. He shook his head trying to release his feelings of mounting desire. It didn’t work because he could feel her gyrating beneath him. Her expression told him she knew he couldn’t hold out much longer, despite all his words to the contrary. Exorcism, my ass. He simply couldn’t stay away from her, plain and simple. Fuck, he didn’t have to move hundreds of miles away just to prove that point. Oh, no. There was going to be some fucking going on here real soon, no matter what anybody thought. Not only did she gyrate, she moved her bottom half to accommodate his monstrosity and the imagery left him weak. With her free hand, she grabbed Woody’s head and pulled his lips down to hers. Her mouth was already open, and the fusion of the two was instant and impassioned. He melted like ice cream on an open fire. Suddenly everything was changing. He kissed her fiercely, responding to her every solicitation. When he tried to break it off, she pulled him back. He grew weaker and weaker. His protests were un-discernable. Finally he shifted. “Fuck. You do this to me every time.” With that he took hold of his cock and plundered it, deep. So deep, he could barely retrieve it to start the pumping action. It was stalled in her cunt cavern, needing that delay to jump-serge his suspended reaction. Her cunt contained the required fuel to send him on the trip of his fucking life. It never failed, never suffered a shortage. She was tapped in to a long supply. Woody jerked but three times before he came. Still he couldn’t move. Just for a moment, before starting all over again. He saw the smile on her face and the I-told-you-so look. He pumped longer this time, not much, and then exploded into her once again. Still, he wasn’t done. “You’re hornier than I was,” she laughed. “Mary, you drive me crazy. I can’t resist you. Damn it.” “Don’t think about anything, Woody. Just fuck me. C’mon.” She purred into his ear, her one hand doing double duty. “Fuck me, again. Get it out of your system, baby. That’s what you want to do, isn’t it?” “Yes. That’s what I want to do,” he murmured back at her. “Fuck me, again. Harder this time. Fuck me like it’s the last fuck of your life.” “It has to be the last fuck for you, Mary.” He managed, feeling his cock grow with every breath. The force of her continuously moving ass resulted with another prominent hard-on. “Then do it. Why stop now?” She kissed him. “Pump it, Woody. Pump it with all your might.”

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He went off like the fourth of July. He couldn’t help himself. Never could. She was like a favorite blanket. He just couldn’t get enough of it, nor could he toss it away. She was warm, all enveloping, all-consuming. Lord knows he tried to keep his distance, do the right thing, but knock out after knock out, this girl just kept getting back up. What the hell was he supposed to do? Woody pulled out and after a moment’s hesitation, unlocked all her cuffs. He watched her face. She wasn’t smug or cocky. Not yet. She knew enough not to be so soon. This situation just turned out to be something else he had to deal with. Nothing was fucking easy. He came here angry and with a purpose. To eradicate her from his head once and for all. What did he end up with? A situation more complicated than it was before. Why the hell couldn’t he resist her? What was so fucking special about her that kept him coming back, kept him alert and horny? What? He rubbed his head, trying to clear the fog and make way for all the right answers. There weren’t any. None he could see. It didn’t make sense. If he was so in love with Angelina, how could he let this happen? Poor Angelina. If she only knew. This would kill her. God. How on earth was he ever going to explain this? He couldn’t make sense of it himself. Maybe he needed to break it down, make two columns. Let’s see. Angelina loves me, I love her. Angelina loves me for who I am and I her. With Angelina there are no ups, downs, surprises. Ohoo. A big minus here on his part. With Angelina, the future is mapped out, predictable, safe. Mary says she loves me, and he...loves her. No way does she love him for who he is. Impossible. He doesn’t love her because she’s wealthy, but he has to admit, it sweetens the pot. Focus, he reminded himself. With Mary, the ups are high, the downs are low and the surprises are many. The future could only lead into gloom and doom. Now what? It’s what he had always known. Nothing has changed and yet everything seems like it has. Fuck. No, the result is still the same. Advantage, Angelina.

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When Woody left, a part of her went with him. Her heart bled. She loved him. It was so simple and now more obvious than ever before. He’d been so silent just now. What the hell had he been thinking about? He wouldn’t say. It had to do with their situation. That’s for sure. But what had he decided? What conclusion did he come to? So, he was off thinking. What the hell good was that going to do her? Not much. Her intuition told her nothing had changed. Her next question. What do I do about that? Mary brushed her hair and thought about it. She’d come all this way, stayed and mingled in his territory. Gave him ample opportunities to do the right thing, and still, nothing. How much more drastic could she be? She pulled up the blankets on her bed, Woody’s homemade shackle tumbled to the floor. Mary reached to pick it up. “He made this for me.” She turned to look at herself in the mirror then said it again, louder. “He made this fucking thing for me. Nobody else but me. That tells me something. It tells me he’s been thinking about me, about our sex life, and it tells me something else too. He misses our life together.” God damn right he does. He just can’t seem to pull himself out of gear. He’s stuck in...reverse for Christ sake and can’t shift himself into going forward. Can’t or won’t. Good question. Although, having met Angelina, did shade her perspective. She was everything Woody said and more. How do you crap on that? Seeing how difficult it was for Woody, at least she understood why. It’s Angelina’s preciousness that has a stranglehold on him, not whether or not he loves either one of us. She concedes he feels something for Angelina, but it isn’t true love in every sense of the meaning, and nowhere near what he feels for her. No. He was just being fucking noble, as usual. The question is - how do I crack that shell? What the hell do I do now? Mary didn’t hear from Woody the rest of the day. She wasn’t exactly sure what to make of that. Where was he? What the hell was going through his head? Dare she drive by his family home? Hell. One of these days she was going to make him pay for all this drama. Was this the end of the road for them? All she wrote, as they say? He wasn’t answering his cell phone. After another full day of the silent treatment, Mary had had enough. She packed up her belongings, stowed them in her car and paid her bill. Maw was sorry to see her go just as she was sorry to leave. She’d grown fond of this little place and learned to love the peace, quiet and simple lifestyle. To say it was growing on her downplayed her feelings. It was such a welcome change of pace. But frankly, she didn’t think she could manage three hundred and sixty five days a year of it. So fuck it. Time to go home. If Woody wanted to talk to her, he knew where to find her. If she didn’t hear from him, she could come back to haunt him any time she felt like it, and he knew that. She relished the thought knowing she could subconsciously torture him. Now, that was power. There was no dispute she possessed it, and it had more potency than any kind of physical force. This was by far the most effective form, ever. She took a last look around her room. It looked so empty now that her belongings were packed. Oh, she almost forgot, her handmade shackle lay on the desk. Mary picked it up and tucked it under her arm. She wasn’t leaving this behind. Not the ‘Woody Special’. Do I have a sliding door? No, bad idea. If she didn’t, or they didn’t get to use it again, she’d frame it, that’s all. What else could she do? Certainly not use it with anyone else. Never do that, which in her mind, would be the biggest sin in the world. It wouldn’t even have the same effect with someone else. No, this is a keepsake, a special one. Her car roared to life so quickly, it was as if it had enough of the silence as well. It revved to go, it had sat way too long. She knew the feeling. Mary gassed up and drove around the main street and

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park one last time. Nothing had changed. It looked the same right now as it did when she first drove in. A few people milling about, two or three seagulls and a handful of cars parked downtown. This is the norm. She made a mental image. She may have joked about it, but she was going to miss this place. She hadn’t been here long, but she’d made some fond memories, met some great people. Maybe she even left a little something for Spruce Falls to remember her by. Wouldn’t that be nice? Spruce Falls’s living legend. If it’s up to any of those old farts she had seen in the hall, there was no doubt in her mind. She glanced over at the park and noticed Woody sitting on a bench. What the fuck was he doing here? Should she stop, or shouldn’t she? She decided to compromise and tooted her horn waving goodbye. He looked up, and then got to his feet. Mary slowed down. Woody advanced. He came toward her at a hurried pace. She stopped and pulled over. Woody opened the passenger door and got in. “Hi, Mary.” “Hi. What’s up, Woody? Aren’t you afraid people might see you get in to my car?” “No. I’ve been sitting on the bench for a while, not a fucking soul has seen me.” Mary took her foot off the break and drove. “What are you doing in the park?” “I was just sitting there thinking without any distractions. What about you? What are you doing up and about so early?” “Me? I’m going...” Her thoughts suddenly catapulted wildly. If she was going home, and she had Woody in the passenger seat beside her, what would be the logical thing to do? That’s right, she told herself adventurously. Kidnap him. Take him back where it all began and give the chips an equal chance to fall either way. “You’re going, where? You never finished your sentence.” “Oh...just for a drive.” In her peripheral vision she could see him ogling her. “You look comfortable behind that wheel. Why wouldn’t you? This is your world.” “Indeed.” Mary sped around the town, heading for the highway. She cut one corner a little close, spit up a cloud of dust and stones, squealed her tires, and yup...when she looked in her rearview, there was Sheriff Stevens right at her back door. “Slow down, Mary. What’s your fucking rush?” “No rush, Woody. I just wanted to see if Sheriff Stevens was awake or not. I guess he is.” Fuck. She was getting good at making this shit up as she went along. It surprised her, making her choke on a bubble of mirth. “Okay, so he’s awake. You can slow down now.” “No. I’m going to lead him on a little joy ride. That should be fun. Perk up everyone’s day.” That’s what she said. In her mind she dare not stop for fear of something chancy happening and the sheriff making her head back to town. No. That couldn’t happen. She was set up perfectly right now. She and Woody were headed back to LA, and no one, not even the sheriff was going to put a damper on that. How the hell far was it to the state line? She couldn’t remember. A few hours anyway. Here’s hoping the sheriff’s department has complete car insurance coverage. She knew she did. Mary gunned it. She flew ahead with lightning speed, passing everything that crept up in her way. That took balls, especially with the law behind her. “Mary, what the hell are you doing? You’re going to give the sheriff heart failure.” “Just a joy ride, Woody. I’ll slow down in a minute.” Poor Woody. He did look nervous. “Slow it down now. You’re creeping me out.” His tone left no doubt about that. “Latch your seat belt and shut up.” “Fuck. Do you know what he’s going to do to you when he catches up?” His right hand rested on the dash. “What? Give me a good talking to?” She mimicked the sheriff’s voice and snickered. “If you piss him off, he may do more that that.” Woody adjusted himself in his seat and braced

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himself. The seat belt wasn’t enough. If she suddenly braked, he’d fly right out the fucking window. “Oh, Woody. I’m shaking,” she laughed. She took one hand off the wheel and let it tremble in the air. “Jesus Christ, Mary.” He smiled in spite of himself. “You’re too much.” He scratched his head, letting the safety of the dash go. “Will you please put two hands on the wheel?” “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “I don’t think Sheriff Stevens has ever been on this kind of a joy ride. He’s gonna shit his pants.” This time Woody laughed out loud at the prospect. Just when she thought the Sheriff’s lights and siren faded to the background for good, they appeared again, sending her off full speed ahead. She passed a hay wagon, a few cars and transports, and marveled how the cruiser managed to stay a good distance behind. She just may have to put it in super-drive and suffer through Woody crapping his pants. “Just how far are you going with this, Mary?” “How far is the state line?” She eyed him squarely for less than a split second. “W...hy?” It was clear by the expression on his face what was really happening had just dawned on him. “No reason. Just a question, Woody.” “Just a question, my ass.” He thought for a minute. “You’re going home, aren’t you?” “Yes, we are.” “Fuck. I should have known you’d do something like this. “Going for a drive. Fuck, I’m stupid.” “Relax, Woody. You’re getting all bent out of shape. I was leaving when I met you. Then you landed in the front seat. It was magic.” “That’s enough, Mary. Turn around and take me back.” He rubbed his forehead and played with his cap nervously. “No fucking way. You’re coming home with me and that’s my final word. No, wait a minute, this is my final word, we’re not stopping, Woody, not even for the night. We’re going right through. So in a few hours, I’d appreciate if you took a turn at the fucking wheel.” She hit some sort of pot- hole. He rasped and bounced “You are something else, do you know that?” “Yeah yeah. I’ll just be glad when we get on the California highway.” “At this speed, that’s going to be sooner rather than later.” Mary had taken her time coming in on this road, but it wasn’t that bad now that she was somewhat familiar with it. She knew what to expect. By a quick calculation in her head they should be home around midnight, which would be pretty good timing. Never in a million years could she have planned this so perfectly. It was like the good Lord stood up and took notice and for once, gave her the break she needed. Thank you, Lord. She glanced over at Woody, he was still brooding. He’d get over it. This was her last damn chance to get through to him. By Christ, she was going to use it as wisely as she could. After that, well, there was nothing more she could do, or wanted to do. If after all this, Woody still insisted on marrying Angelina, then so be it. She would no longer stand in his way. She’d give him away herself for fuck’s sakes. She’d walk him down that fucking isle and place him in Angelina’s most deserving hands. That would be the end of it. She may even stay and watch them get married, just to be sure he actually goes through with it. Then and only then, will she make a valiant effort to get on with her life. Maybe even think about an office down the hall from Daddy’s. Why not? If she was looking for an exciting life, that would certainly be the ticket, and it would keep her so busy, she wouldn’t have time to think about Woody and Angelina. She’d have an army of rich, good-looking men to pick from. Hell, she could have a different one every day of the fucking week. Wouldn’t that be nice? Her life could be so

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different. All she had to do is say the word. “Hungry?” she asked, when she finally lost Sheriff Stevens for good. “I thought you weren’t stopping.” “I’m not. I have a bag of goodies on the floor in the back. Help yourself, and pass me a water, please.” Woody leaned back for the bag. His eyes must have fallen on his homemade handiwork. “You kept that?” “Yea, I’m fucking sentimental. Really, I like it. It works well. I just wish I...” “You wish, what?” “That I’d had the chance to try it on you.” She turned to look at him, a quirk in the corner of her mouth. “Oh, Mary. Don’t start.” “I won’t. I’m not. I’m just saying, it’s a fine piece of...craftsmanship. You did a good thing, Woody.” “Thanks. I think.” “And it’s mine now. You can’t have it back.” She flashed him a smile. “I don’t want it back. I made it for you.” “Well, that makes it extra special.” She looked over and saw his raised eyebrows. It was after one when they turned the key into her condo lock. She drove all the way, deciding it was too risky to put Woody behind the wheel, as he may harbor the intention to turn the car around. She didn’t want to chance it. Wrestling the steering wheel out of his hands at a hundred and twenty miles an hour, in the dark, was too fucking risky even for her. Mary threw her keys on her console and weaved her way into the living room. “I’m so tired I could fucking scream.” She sprawled on her chaise lounger. “I’m not bad. I had a bit of a nap.” “Yeah. No shit.” “You changed your mind about me driving. I can’t help that.” “Well, I couldn’t have you turn around and drive all the way back to the Angel, now could I?” “Angelina.” “Whatever. I’m going to bed. Are you coming?” “No. Where do you want me to sleep?” He walked around the room looking at her art objects as if he was seeing them for the first time. “Now, that’s the stupidest damn question I’ve ever heard. Where the fuck do you think you’re going to sleep?” “Oh, I don’t know. The spare room, the guest room, on the sofa, or the chaise, how about the floor?” “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m going to have a shower then go to bed. You know where that is...and where everything else is. Help yourself.” Mary showered, powdered and slicked her hair back. She’d tend to that in the morning. Her king size bed made up with beautiful expensive linens looked so inviting. She couldn’t wait to get in it. Unfolding the thick terry towel from around herself, she tossed it in the hamper. She heard a voice. Woody’s. She tiptoed down the hall. He was on the phone talking to Angelina. Watching him, she could see the glow in his cheeks, the tender expression on his face. He was speaking low and directly into the receiver, muffling his voice. Woody was sitting on the chaise, his torso forward, his cap in his free hand. “Bastard.” She mumbled to herself. She’d like to walk over there right now and drop a big ol’ tit right in his cap and see what he tells Angelina then. Mary leaned against the wall. “Ah. What was the use?” How much plainer did he have to be? He wants to be with Angelina. So be it. What was the saying? You can lead a horse to water but you

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can’t make him fucking drink. This was the case with Woody. In any event, she was too tired to battle it out tonight, she turned toward her bedroom. She needed to lighten the mood. Relax. Unwind. Flipping through her purse, she pulled out Sex Tape Two and plugged it in. “There. Take that, Angelina. I’ll always have my Woody-cakes...and I’m eaten’ him too.”

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Chapter 11

“Uhmm.” It felt so good. Even in her dreams she could still see and feel Woody everywhere. His scent was so strong, his arms tight. Of its own volition, her ass wiggled for his cock and, oh, there it was. Like fucking magic. She loved these dreams. They always felt authentic. This was the best part about those tapes. If she watched them before bed, they gave her the best dreams ever. Dreams she could sink her teeth into. That were so much like the real thing, she usually experienced an orgasm in her sleep, but this time…wow. Fireworks, and how delicious to always remember them in the morning. Mary was folded at the waist, giving her ass the access it sought. She could feel Woody’s cock slide over and over her clit. It was long, hard, wet. Every revolution reminded her of that. Taunted her with that fact. Even in slumber she felt her senses go numb and gave it up to her wild abandon. Her body curled further. Her hands touched her toes, giving that unrelenting cock easy access. When it slid inside, her breathing changed, constricted. All of a sudden she wanted to climb onto that mechanical bull and ride that sucker home. But it wasn’t happening. It was different this time. Very much like the real thing. Nothing was ever the same with Woody. She loved that about him. Everything moved in slow motion. His gyrations were laggard, her responses delayed. Something unusual made her opt for a gradual progression, which wasn’t like her. It was nice though. Very different. Surprisingly titillating. It made her wonder why she didn’t do this more often. Because her orgasm was just as powerful, and she didn’t have to work up a sweat. Nice touch. Fuck. Now her dreams possessed a mystical quality to them, making Woody even more fucking unforgettable than before. Nobody was making this easy for her. She could see it all now. Their parting would be a constant up-hill battle emotionally. It wouldn’t hurt to get a few good psychiatrists phone numbers on the speed dial. It was past ten when Mary woke the next morning. She moved and encountered a body next to her. “Woody?” She rolled quickly to see him there. “Uhmm.” “What the fuck are you doing in here?” The sudden shift in mental gear jarred her and him, by the look on his face. What the hell is going on? If Angelina was miles away, she, Mary O’Hare would do? The thought left a sour aftermath. “Why the hell are you in my bed?” “What are you talking about? Before you turned in last night, didn’t we argue about where I’d sleep?” “That was before you went suck-holing to Angelina.” “Oh. That’s what you think. Were you listening on the other line?” “No. I came out to the living room and saw you.” “Well, I...” “Save it, Woody. Look,” she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, “I give up, okay. You fucking win.” “What does that mean?” “Just what I said. I give up. I concede to Angelina. It’s obvious you two love each other, so you deserve to be together. I’m going to make it real easy for you.” “Are you now?” He caught her hand. “Yes. No more games, no more schemes. I’m done. Spent. So, I promise from here on in, I will be a very good girl.”

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“You, Mary O’Hare are making a promise? To be a good girl? Holy Fuck.” He laughed. “Where the hell is the camera equipment?” “You heard it.” She rubbed her eyes. “I admit you don’t get many promises out of me, but you got this one. Now, don’t fucking yank my chain, or I’ll take it back.” “You’re always...good, Mary.” She turned to look at him. “Are you fucking flirting with me? Cause if you’re fucking flirting with me, I’m going to reach for that fucking scrotum of yours and squeeze you into a siesta.” “Is that an objection?” “Oh, fuck off, Woody. I’ve had enough of everybody’s bullshit. Look, let me make this right, okay. Because of all the curves I’ve thrown at you and your sweetheart, I’m going to pay for your whole wedding, and... I’m going to throw in... Let me see, since she had that beach theme shower, I assume she’s hoping for a tropical honeymoon. How does...Hawaii sound?” “You don’t have to do that, Mary.” “I know I don’t, fucker. I want to.” “Mary...” “When I get up, I’m going to give you my credit card. Are you listening, you half-hard piece of shit?” “I am.” His index finger trailed over her bare shoulder. “I’m going to give you my credit card, and I want you to go out today and make all the arrangements. And don’t spare any fucking expense. I want you to choose all the things you think Angelina will like.” “That’s very generous of you. But I don’t think anybody expects that.” “Do I ever do the expected, Woody Kelso? No.” She answered her own question. “Just do it.” “I think Angelina pretty much has that all done up.” His finger ran down her arm to her elbow. “Then undo it and redo it with my credit card. I insist. Now, if I have to go back there to Spruce Falls, I will.” She turned to glare at him. “Er...no. Okay. You win.” She turned eyeing a figurine. “Good. Thank you. It’s like pulling fucking teeth.” “Feel better now?” “Yes. I feel like a little weight has been lifted off my shoulders.” “I’m glad.” He moved to rub her shoulder. Mary moved out of his reach. “I’m going to call down to the garage and have whoever is on duty today clean up my car. You can use the Jeep if you want. I’m calling for a limo. I need a full day at the salon. Got to get the grit out.” “Thanks, Mary.” He got up and headed for the shower. “Don’t fucking mention it.” Asshole. Mary didn’t have an appointment. Judy, her regular stylist was booked. She was happy with Celine. It didn’t matter who did her hair, or gave her a massage. She just needed the pampering. “You may as well do my makeup too, Celine. I just want to sit here with my eyes closed.” Which she did for a long while. Wonderful. Someone brought her a bottle of water, someone else, a plate of tiny cucumber sandwiches. Bliss. This was so fucking far away from Spruce Falls, she could barely remember it. Her present euphoria blocked out the last few days. Heaven. She knew a part of her would miss that little place, and the people. Silly as it sounded, it was the truth. She’d always remember Maw, buttering toast and pouring coffee. The fellas, their parade, and their farts. Sheriff Stevens, who was way too lenient for his own good. Angelina. The girl did possess a quality that made you want to take care of her. Of course, she did, to the best of her ability. Maybe she’d visit sometime. Who knows? In a couple of years, it would be fun to go back and see how everything was still the same. Maybe Woody and Angelina would have children by then. Ah.

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A little Woody running around. Wonder if he’ll like Auntie Mary as much as his dad did? Mary found it hard to believe it was already past three. She stalled, not quite wanting to go home yet. The limo got stuck in traffic about a block from her condo, and she decided to walk the rest of the way. She pulled a daisy from someone’s flowerpot and picked the petals off one by one. “Is Woody here? Is he not? Does he fucking love me? Does he fucking love Angelina?” Somehow the prospect of either didn’t charge her one way or the other. It was as if her body decided to systematically shut down its fascination with Woody Kelso, and as far as she’s concerned, it was about damn time. It’s the only healthy option. For her sake, especially. Strange. She spotted him waiting for her in front of the building. “Misplace your key?” She asked, joining him in front of the security doors. “No. I’m just soaking up this great California sunshine.” “It’s hot. I’m not standing around down here on the pavement. Are you staying or are you coming up?” She didn’t believe him for a minute about the fucking sunshine. He had never soaked it up before. “First, I’d like your opinion on what I did today.” “Shoot.” She eyed him curiously. “You have to come with me. I need to show you.” He arrested her flight into the building. “Do I have to? I really don’t feel like it.” She backed away, resisting his pull. “Yes, you have to. C’mon. It won’t take long.” His strong hand gripped hers and moved her along with him. “Where the hell do we have to go?” she asked, when he turned her around and led her back toward the corner. “Across the street.” He took her elbow and guided her along. Not only was it across the street, but down a couple of blocks. She just came from here. Shit. Didn’t he know how hot it was? “How much further, Woody? This is taking the pouff right out of my eight hundred dollar pamper.” “Right here.” He motioned up the Church’s steps. Mary’s jaw dropped. “Oh, fuck off. You’re going to marry her here...in LA? “Mary. Watch your language. You’re on sacred ground now.” “I don’t fucking believe this.” Her temper rose way too quickly for her to take hold of it. “Will you relax...please.” He pulled her stiff body through the open doors. Mary’s heart beat so fast, she’d have to sprint to catch up with it. “Look, when I gave you my credit card to arrange your wedding, I assumed it would be in Spruce Falls, not in my neighborhood, you fucking idiot.” “Yeah. I agree.” He knocked on the minister’s office door. “Father Smith, I’m just going to show Mary around.” “Certainly. Same time, then?” “Er...yes.” Then he turned. “Follow me, Mary.” He led her into the church. “What do you think?” “It’s lovely. Are all those flowers fresh?” She pointed to the bouquets around the alter and half way down the isle. “Yes. Do you like all the white roses? I almost went with the red.” “No. I like the white. The perfect color for a wedding.” “Good. That’s what I thought. What about those candle thingies up at the front?” He turned her around to look. “Nice touch. That’s very pretty. Looks like they just had a wedding in here.” Mary looked around appreciatively. “Oh, yeah...I picked out the rings. Have a look,” he snapped open a velvet box that embedded

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two single gold bands. “Those are a little fucking plain, but what the hell. They’ll do the job.” “Uhmm. Could have been flashier?” “Oh, yeah. Big time.” “Well, the bride can pick out her own later on. Right?” “Trust me. She will be.” He laughed then and noticed her heightened awareness, her curiosity. “Come over here,” he took her hand. “What do you think of this mile long veil, and princess tiara?” “Holly shit, Woody. Angelina can’t pull this thing. She’ll knock off half the guests. Never mind dragging in all the dirt from the street.” Maybe giving him her credit card wasn’t such a great idea after all. Fuck. He had absolutely no fashion sense. “Why don’t you try it on?” She glanced up at him. “I don’t think so. I just spent a fortune having my hair done.” “Please.” She caught his puppy dog expression. “Oh, for...shit sakes. Give me that god-damn thing.” She pulled, and pulled, and pulled to find the end of it. Finally, she blindly stuck it on her head. Then she took hold of the tiara and arranged that in place as best she could. “There. I feel like I should be in the fucking desert somewhere.” “I like it. It looks beautiful. You look beautiful, Mary.” “Screw off, will you.” “I mean it.” He turned her around to face him. “Mary O’Hare...will you marry me?” He looked down deep into her curious eyes. “Don’t practice your fucking moves on me. Go talk to...that...virgin over there.” “I’m talking to you. Listen carefully. I’m going to ask you again so there’s no mistake.” He stopped and looked her in the eyes. “Mary O’Hare, will you marry me?” She looked up at him for the longest time. “What do you want me to say, Woody?” “Yes.” “Fine. Yes. Are you getting some kind of kink out of this?” Woody veered to look behind him. “Father Smith, can you give us five more minutes?” “No problem.” “What’s going on here?” Her antennae suddenly alerted. “I love you, Mary.” She regarded him for several seconds. “Bull sh...crap,” she amended her statement, cause she could still see the minister’s robe. “You know I do. You always knew it. And I know you love me too. You wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble if you didn’t.” “And you’re just realizing this now? Tell me, Woody,” she turned to whisper conspiratorially near his ear, “what the fuck is going on?” “No. I’m not just realizing it now. I always knew it. I just fought against it.” “That’s putting it mildly.” She turned to look around her. “I’m a little lost here. What happened to you and Angelina’s strange bond of youth? The one that dictated you two were meant to be together?” “Bonds break. Especially when they really weren’t that strong to begin with. What we feel is more a sense of convenience, comfort. We both realize that now.” “You both...realize it? Oh, for fuck sake. She dumped you, didn’t she?” “Yes...we both do. We had a long talk last night. We talked about everything from our childhood to now. What it all boils down to is how comfortable we’ve always been together, but it isn’t true love. We realize that, more importantly, she realizes it, and hearing it come out of her mouth was

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the gismo I needed to relieve myself of that damn sense of duty.” He took hold of her hands and pulled her toward him. “Does that make any sense? I know this hasn’t been a picnic for you.” “No, it hasn’t. It’s been bloody hell.” “That’s over now. Thanks to you, everything has changed.” “Thanks to me?” She quirked her eyebrow. “Yes. Everything started to unravel after that crazy bridal shower. That’s why I was so angry with you...at first. Now, I can only thank you.” “How do you mean?” He pulled one hand to his mouth and kissed it. “Well, after that party, Angelina wasn’t the same. Everyone could feel a definite change in her, and we were right. She told me last night that meeting you had opened her eyes. She’d realized there’s so much in life she hadn’t experienced yet, hadn’t lived, and suddenly she didn’t feel ready to settle down into marriage. She wants to expand her wings a little more, live a little.” “Wow. I did that? How fucking great of me, huh?” “You did. Unknowingly you took away our netting and let us fall where we may, and it turned out to be the best fucking thing for all of us.” He closed his eyes and exhaled. “So…she’s fine with you marrying…me?” “Yes. She’s not stupid, Mary. She can put two and two together, and I confirmed it to her last night. She wishes us well.” “You knew all this last night and you’re only telling me now?” Her tone rose slightly. “Well...you were sleeping, and...” “What about this morning when I gave you my credit card and told you to go out and arrange yourself a wedding and honeymoon?” “By then, I already knew what I was doing, and, I did just that. It’s not the fanciest, Mary, but you can have a big old wedding later on with all the trimmings. Today, it’s just me and you and two witnesses waiting in the office.” “You’re serious?” She saw his eyes twinkle. “Never more.” Mary pulled one hand up to camouflage her mouth. “Fuck.” She whispered. “I’m getting married?” “What’s wrong?” His expression was one of perplex. “Look at the way I’m dressed. I have cut-off shorts on, a tie-dyed pop-top and a tent on my head.” She laughed then, the whole picture taking shape in her mind’s eye. “You look beautiful. C’mon, let’s go back to the entrance. We’re both going to walk down the isle.” He looked over his shoulder. “I think we’re ready, Father Smith.” “Ah. You’re standing on my veil.” She yanked. “No...you’re still standing on it.” They took their place at the entrance of the Church. Mary arranged the veil around herself and Woody. She checked behind her. When she could be sure no one was looking, she grabbed Woody by the nuts with an iron grip. “Ouch. Jesus Christ, Mary,” he expostulated under his breath. “What the hell are you doing?” “Woody Kelso, if you’re shittin’ me about any of this, I swear, by the power invested in me, you’re taking a nap right now.” “Okay...I deserve that,” he went red. “I’m not shittin’ you...please believe me.” “Kiss me.” She loosened her grip and patted away the creases she created in the material over his crotch. When his lips met hers and immediately went from warm to hot, to all demanding, not only did she know he was telling the truth, she could feel it. Pulling away, she looked up into his passion filled eyes. “Let’s fucking do it.”

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