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CHAPTER 61

Karen and I were working on our lunch, and I guess I was quiet. I was
still thinking about Kristen and how much I was going to miss her,
when Karen put her hand on my arm and asked, "Pete, is something
wrong?"
Momentarily flustered, I fibbed, "Uhh, no, I was just thinking about
us making love this morning."
She leaned close, "Oh God, I was thinking about it too. You didn't
come when I did, and I feel bad. I uhh, put on some medicated cream
after we got out of the shower, and I think I'll be able to, umm, play
some more, if you want to go back upstairs."
I shook my head in wonder. I don't think Karen weighs much more than a
hundred and ten pounds, and we had made love this morning for almost
two hours. It was less than an hour later, and she was ready for more.
I made a mental note, never to underestimate the lovemaking
capabilities of a girl again. I hugged her to me and told her that we
didn't have time. But I have to admit I was tempted.
We were just finishing our lunch when a guy I didn't recognize, came
to our table.=20
"Mr. Baker, are you and Ms. Gilroy going to see Ms. Baker's show
today?"
"Yes, we are. Why?"
"Rocky sent me to get you, and he asked that you be sure and speak
with him."
He agreed to meet us after breakfast, and we went to our room to get
our things. I used the bathroom and when I came out, Karen was
standing by the window. I put my arm around her and I noticed her eyes
were moist. I hugged her to me and said, "You're having a good time
eh?"
She gave me the most loving look I ever saw, and she was trembling
when she said, "Oh Pete, it's so much more than that."

The driver dropped us at the entrance to of the Desert Dunes and went
to park the car. We went through the lobby and on the way, we passed
the cut-out of Kristen. This time it was standing next to one of
Tomaso, and the advertising sign read, "The Desert Dunes presents,
Tomaso, and, 'The raven-haired beauty with the golden voice,
'KRISTEN'."
Karen and I both grinned, and I said, "Well, I see it's already
started. It's no longer Kristen Baker. She's down to one name now."=20
We went to Kristen's dressing room and got there just as the driver
did. Rocky was outside her room guarding her door. When he saw us, he
nodded to the driver, who took over. Then he opened the door to the
dressing room for Karen. I started to follow her, but he crooked his
finger at me and we went next door to an empty room. He closed the
door, then he handed me an envelope. It had been opened. In it, were
two sheets of paper, and what looked like a memory card from a digital
camera. I opened one of the papers. It was a grainy black and white
print of Karen. She was naked, and appeared to be dancing. In an upper
corner was a face, peering through a curtain. It took me a second to
realize it was Karen, dancing at the sex shop, and the person in the
corner was me!
The other paper was a hand written note with a lot of crossed out and
miss-spelled words. It read,

After you and your girlfriend left, I went to see why the guy didn't
come out of the booth. I found him lying on the floor, holding a
camera. I called 911 and they took him away. He croaked last night, so
I kept the camera. It's like the one we have in the store, so I
printed a couple of pictures. I don't want nuthin from you, but just
remember, you owe me a favor. Bobbie.

I asked Rocky, "Where did you get this?"
"It was left for you at the Miracle."
"But, how did you get it?"
"You're a friend of Kristen's. Anything connected with her goes
through me. Especially when it's dropped off by someone like that
girl."
"You know who she is?"
"Yes, I've thrown her out of the club several times."
"Has Kristen seen this?"
"Yes."
"Karen is with Karen now. Will she tell her about it?"
"I think she'll leave that to you."
"You're very protective of Kristen. It's because of her dad, isn't
it?"
"That's a 'need-to-know' thing, and you don't need to know."
"Will Bobbie be a problem?"
"Not while she's in Vegas. I'll make sure of that."
"But she says she made a couple of copies."
"Yes, but she sent you the memory card. Computer pictures are so easy
to manipulate, nobody takes them seriously. I wouldn't worry about it.
But you might want to let Karen know. It's up to you."
I stuck the pictures and the chip in my pocket, and we went to
Kristen's dressing room. Rocky relieved the driver, and I went inside.
When I opened the door, Kristen, Amy and Karen were talking, and the
looks on their faces were serious.
Amy touched Karen on the arm, then she said to me, "I have some things
to do; I'll see you guys at home."
I asked, "When are you leaving?"
"My plane gets in at ten tonight; Dad will pick me up."
She left, and Karen reached over and squeezed Kristen's hand. Then she
grabbed me and said, "Let's go to our seats."

Karen was quiet until the show started, but she soon got into it, and
applauded loudly after every number. The show was different from when
I last saw it. It was much smoother, and when Kristen and Tomaso sang
their duet, it was even more magical than I remembered. Kristen closed
the show with a tune I hadn't heard before. There was wild applause,
but I secretly missed the 'My Guy' number.

The driver was waiting for us as we left the show, and true to what
Kristen had said, by four o'clock we were winging our way home. It was
a beautiful, warm day, and according to my E6b computer, we had a
tailwind. Karen was going on about what a great weekend we are having,
and every few minutes she kept leaning forward to look at something
below us. She had the top buttons of her blouse undone because of the
heat, and I kept glancing at her boobs. She eventually caught me doing
it, but it didn't seem to bother her at all. In fact, she giggled once
or twice. Then, without warning, she slipped out of her blouse and sat
there grinning at me.
Karen really has gorgeous tits. They're not as big as Amy's or
Kristen's, but they are beautifully formed, and Lance was right. She
has great nipples. I kept glancing at them until my cock was making a
tent in my pants. And as soon as Karen saw it, she reached in her
purse for some tissues, and she unzipped me. I was thinking that Karen
had gotten very adept at pleasing me orally. She was doing things with
her tongue that had me ready in almost no time.
After I finished my orgasm, I made sure the plane was still pointing
in the right direction, and when I looked over at her, I could tell
she was turned on. Especially, when she said, "It's a shame you don't
have an autopilot; we could join the Mile-High club together."
I responded, "Well, have you ever heard of the 'Over-the-hill' club?"
"No, what's that?"
She hadn't heard of it, so I decided to improvise a little, and I
said, "First off, you have to be naked."
With a wicked grin, she replied, "No problem!" Then, still grinning,
she undid her seat belt and pulled off her jeans and panties. I had
seen Karen naked lots of times, but seeing her like that, in our
plane, over a mile in the air, was particularly erotic. Even though
I'd climaxed only a few minutes earlier, I could feel myself getting
hard again.
I reached over and touched her between the legs. She was a little
moist, and rather slippery, so I asked, "Are you still sore from this
morning?"
"No, I put on some cream, and I'm okay now."
"All right then. In order to be a member of the club, you have to get
yourself ready. Can you do that?"
"What do you mean, 'I have to get myself ready'? You mean I have to
masturbate?"
"Uh huh."
"I've never done that in front of anybody."
It seemed to me that she needed a little encouragement, so I said,
"You're beautiful, I'm crazy about you, and I'd love to see you do
it."
She gave me a loving look, and she started touching herself. I was
hard as a rock again, but not much seemed to be happening with her,
until she reached over, grabbed my cock in one hand and began rubbing
herself with the other. Before long, I watched her body start to flush
and she began writhing around in the seat. I pushed her hand out of
the way so I could place my own hand on her pussy. It was very warm
and very wet now. I quickly found her clit and started pinching and
kneading it. It wasn't long before I felt her starting to get ready,
so I pulled the plane into a gentle climb.
I was rubbing her as fast as I could now, and she was moaning, "Oh
Yes! Oh Yes.!" When I felt the first wave of orgasm hit her, I pulled
back hard on the wheel, jammed my fingers inside her and pushed the
wheel forward.
Suddenly weightless, she screamed and grabbed my arm. But she wasn't
trying to pull it away; she was trying to force my fingers even deeper
inside her. She continued screaming until the plane was in a steep
dive, then I began to pull up. Centrifugal force drove us both deeply
into the seats, and Karen's body went rigid. By the time I leveled
off, her head was hanging, and she was breathing heavily.

That change to weightlessness at the moment of orgasm, followed by
being pushed hard into the seat when recovering from the resulting
dive, seems to be especially dramatic for a woman. I guess it would be
for a guy, too. I first saw it with Kate, and now with Karen, but it
seemed much more intense with Karen. She looked like she was
completely spent. Her hands were at her sides and her head was turned
toward me, but her eyes were closed and she appeared to be dozing. I
think the fact that the whole weekend had been unusual, had a lot to
do with it.
But she looked beautiful sitting there. The setting sun streaming
through the window, accentuated her naked young body. The picture was
sexy, but it was also beyond that. It was as though she was completely
vulnerable. It reminded me that our whole relationship had been that
way. Since we first got together, she had given herself completely to
me. I had never had anyone trust me so thoroughly before. It made me
proud, but it was a little scary. However, the more I thought about
it, the better I liked it.
There is a mountain range north of our airport, and the updrafts
sometimes make things bumpy, so I shook her awake in time to put her
clothes on, and attach the seat belt.
As we topped the last peak, I pulled back on the throttle and started
to lose altitude. The sun was very low now and the lights of the
valley below us began to sparkle. The sight was wonderful. Karen was
turning her head constantly, as though she was afraid she would miss
something. When we were about five miles out, I switched on the
landing lights and called the tower. They approved a straight-in
landing.=20
Karen happily squealed "Oh!" as she spotted the runway lights, and she
kept her eyes glued to them as I gently settled in. The landing was
smooth, and airport traffic was light, so when I pulled off the active
runway and called Ground control, they immediately vectored me to our
tie-down area. I pulled into our parking spot, and when I turned
everything off, we sat quietly for a moment, listening to the ticking
noises from the engine as it cooled.
A moment ago we were flying. The wind was rushing by, the plane was
vibrating like a living thing, and the lights of the city were all
around us. Now we were sitting quietly in the fading light. The lack
of motion and silence was almost eerie. I love landing at night for
just that reason. It seems as though time pauses when you shut things
down, and I feel like it takes me a minute or two to synchronize
myself with the world. Karen must have felt it too, because she was
sitting quietly with her eyes closed.
I got out and I was attaching the tie-downs, when Karen stepped out.
She looked around for a minute, as though she couldn't believe we were
home; then she asked for the car keys and started putting our bags in
the trunk. I was locking the door to the plane, when she walked up,
laid her cheek on the cowl and said, "Thank you for taking such good
care of us, Mister Plane."
We were both still grinning when I drove out of the parking lot. She
had been sort of quiet since we landed, so I asked, "Well, how do you
feel, now that you're a member in good standing of the 'over the hill'
club?"
I meant it as a joke, but she was serious when she answered, "It was
unbelievable, Pete. It was beyond anything I imagined. I'm still
tingling. Was it as good for the other girls?"
She caught me off guard. I started to mumble something, but she put
her hand on my leg and said, "Don't answer. It's none of my business.
So, what are we doing now?"
"Well, it's almost six o'clock. The Four Seasons is supposed to be
very posh. I'll drop you at your place, and you can put on something
fancy. I'll do the same and meet you back there in an hour."
"Okay, but make it in an hour and a half."

When I got home, Erin and Kelly were sitting on the front steps, and I
waved at them as I ran into the house. Mom and Dad were in the living
room. I kissed them both, and I was telling them what a great time I
had, when Erin joined us. We talked for a few more minutes, and I
promised to tell them about everything tomorrow; then I went to my
room. The light on my answering machine was blinking, but time was
short, so I figured I'd get it tomorrow, and I jumped into the shower.
I left the bathroom door open, so things wouldn't steam up, and when I
stepped out of the shower, something caught my eye. Kelly was standing
in the doorway, watching me.
I grabbed a towel and said, "Kelly, what are you doing here?"
"Did you have a good time in Las Vegas?"
"Yes. Why are you here?"
"Do you love Karen?"
"That's none of your business. Now please leave!" She scowled at me;
then she left, slamming the door behind her.
Kelly has changed lately. She's several months older than Erin, but
Erin seemed to mature earlier. Until recently, Kelly still carried a
lot of baby fat. But it seemed to be gone now, and she's turning into
a very pretty girl. I thought about the two of them together, and
under the right circumstances, either one of them could now pass for
their mid-twenties. I was thinking that it might be time to sit down
with Erin and talk with her about growing up.
I put on my good suit, threw some jeans and a few things in an
overnight bag and drove to Karen's house. When I knocked on the door,
Karen answered it wearing, what I heard other girls call, a 'little
black dress.' I guess I looked impressed, because she did a slow turn,
and asked, "Not bad for an hour and a half, huh?"
Her hair was pulled tightly against her head, and she was wearing just
the right make-up. She really looked terrific. I had seen other girls
spend all day at the beauty parlor to look almost as good as she did,
and she had done everything herself, in an hour and a half. I reached
for her, but she giggled and squirmed away. "Not now. The housekeeper
is here. Besides, you'll mess up my make-up."

Downtown Los Angeles is only a few minutes from where we live, so the
trip there was short. But all the way, I kept thinking about how well
suited Karen is for me. The guys call girls like her, 'wash and wear'
girls, because they don't have to spend all day to look good. They're
not spectacular, like Kristen or Bonnie, but they can be ready to go
places at a moment's notice.

Los Angeles has some beautiful hotels, and the Four Seasons is one of
the best. I had never been there, but you can't pick up a newspaper
without reading about some rich or famous person who is staying there.
We pulled into valet parking, and when the guy handed me a ticket for
the car, I noticed that there was a twenty-dollar a day charge. I had
put the airplane's parking and fuel charges on a credit card when we
were in Las Vegas, and everything else was comped, so I still had most
of the change from the hundred-dollar chip I had cashed. But I knew I
had to be careful. We went through the glass doors into the giant
lobby. It was at least three stories high, and was ringed with little
shops and boutiques. We walked to the check-in counter, where there
stood a stuffy-looking guy dressed like a butler. He didn't quite
sneer when he looked at our overnight bags, but his expression wasn't
exactly warm and friendly. He peered down his nose at us and said, "My
I help you?"
I was a little intimidated, so I probably mumbled when I said, "Uhh,
yes, my name is Peter Baker. I understand you have a room for us."
He responded, "I beg your pardon?" I didn't understand what he meant,
and I guess I was flustered, so I stood there looking at him for what
felt like hours.
Karen pushed in front of me, frowned at him and very emphatically
said, "HIS NAME IS PETER BAKER!"
His whole attitude changed! He almost gushed when he said, "Oh, Mister
Baker! I beg your pardon. Of course, we've been expecting you. I
talked with Miss Mariani personally. Your suite is ready, and they're
holding a table for you in the dining room."
He gave us our key cards and sent a guy with us to show us our room.
It was on the top floor, and when he opened the door, the suite looked
like something out of a movie set. The living room was bigger than the
one at Karen's house. He opened the drapes, and on the way out, he
handed me a card, showing where everything in the hotel was located. I
offered him some money. He smiled, but shook his head, saying, "Thank
you sir, everything has been taken care of."
Karen and I went to the window and looked out. The night was clear,
there were lights everywhere, and you could see all the way to the
ocean. Karen hugged me to her. Then she looked up at me and said,
"This has been wonderful. I wish it could go on forever."=20
I felt like I was really falling in love with her and I answered, "Can
you think of any reason why it can't?"
She didn't answer me with words; she just continued hugging me, until
suddenly, my stomach growled.
We both laughed and made a bee-line for the elevator. Karen studied
the map the helpful guy gave me, and we navigated our way to the
dining room. The hotel is pretty new, but the dining room looked like
something out of the last century. It had tall ceilings, and rich
looking wood everywhere. The main part of the room is large and full
of tables. There's a small dance floor, under floor-to-ceiling windows
on one end, and next to it, a trio of musicians were playing softly.
Except for the dance floor section, the room was ringed with a series
of semi-private dining areas, where groups of six or eight people sat
enjoying their meals. The rooms were open to the main floor, but were
protected from each other by ornately carved wooden panels that
reached to the ceiling. Even though it was Monday, it was the last day
of a three-day holiday weekend, and the room was full. I didn't see
any open tables, so I wondered if were going to get seated. So we went
to the guy at the lectern, and as soon as I gave him my name, he led
us to one of the private dining areas that had a velvet rope across
it.
While he unhooked the rope, I saw that the table had a sign on it that
said, "Mariani," and it had been set up for just two people. This
hotel was full of very wealthy people, and I was suddenly reminded of
just how rich and powerful the Mariani's really are.
A bus boy gave us water, as a young guy in a tux, hovered in the
background. Then the tux stepped forward, handed us each a thin menu,
and welcomed us to the table in broken English. Surprisingly, Karen
said something to him, in what sounded like French, which started a
five-minute conversation; that included a lot of hand waving, and
laughter. After he left, I asked her what it was about.
"His name is Jean. He's from Paris, and his family owns a restaurant
close to my uncle's place. I've eaten there several times."
"You go Paris a lot?"
"Every few years. That's why Daddy insisted that I take French when I
started high school."
"So you guys are French?"
"No, Daddy's brother owns a software company, and the French
government is his biggest client. He married a French lady and he
lives there now."
I began to realize that I didn't know very much about Karen, and I
vowed to find out more. But right now, I was hungry, so I opened the
menu. My earlier hunch about the language turned out to be dead on.
There were no prices anywhere and the whole menu was in French.
Panicked, I looked at Karen. She grinned, "Shall I order for us?"
I nodded. A few minutes later, another long conversation took place
between the Frenchman and Karen. It ended with her looking at me with
a smile, and a raised eyebrow. I soon found out why.
Jean kept coming around with tiny platters of food. The first was a
little dish of crackers and pate de foie gras. I love any pate, but
this was the best I'd ever tasted. Karen said it was genuine goose
liver that was prepared especially for this restaurant. Next was a
serving of escargot, something that Mom tricked me into trying several
years ago. She served them on mushroom caps, so I wouldn't know what
they were. At the beginning, I was turned off by their texture. It's a
little like eating rubber- bands. But I found that if you add enough
butter and garlic, almost anything is edible, and I grew to like them.
Then there was a delicious, small salad that featured some greens I
wasn't familiar with. Karen had a long French name for it, but it
turned out to be endive salad with beets.
We were waiting for the main course, when Jean showed up, looked both
ways, and quickly sat down a small plate. He said something to Karen
and left. On the plate was a slice of something covered with a
brownish sauce with capers. Karen looked at me, raised an eyebrow, and
took a small bite. She immediately leaned back, closed her eyes, and
savored the bite, going "Mmmmm." So I tried some. It had a buttery,
nut-like flavor, with a beefy aftertaste. It was wonderful. We made
short work of it.
Once I was finished, I asked, "Okay, what is it?"
She was smiling when she said, "The French call it, 'Cervelles au
Buerre Noir'."
"Uh huh. And what do we call it?"
"We call it, 'Saut=C3=A9ed calves brains in brown butter sauce'. It takes=
 a
long time to prepare. You have to clean it, soak it in water for at
least three hours, then you slice it and fry it in butter. It has to
be served right away. Someone called in yesterday for it to be served
tonight. Jean swiped a slice for us."
I'm not a food fussy, but I tried to put that out of my mind until the
main course showed up. It turned out that Karen had ordered the same
dish for both of us. It was my favorite, 'Fillet of Beef Wellington'.
They take a melt-in-your-mouth chunk of prime beef tenderloin,
marinate it in herbs and wine, cover it with a rich cloak of
mushrooms, and bake it in a decorated pastry.
Dessert was something Karen called 'Babas au Rhum'; little cakes
soaked in rum and sugar syrup, topped with cherries and slivered
almonds. Jean showed up with a silver coffee decanter. I was about to
tell him I didn't drink coffee, but I decided not to say anything, and
I was glad I didn't. It was the best coffee I ever tasted.

I felt wonderful. This was the best dinner I'd ever had, and I was
really enjoying this beautiful restaurant. But it was getting late,
and it had been a long day. I started to say something to Karen, but I
yawned before I could get the words out.
She immediately said, "No you don't. Have some more coffee. You're not
going to go to sleep yet. I want to dance with you."
That actually sounded like a good Idea, so I poured myself some more
coffee while Karen went to the rest room. As I sat drinking the
coffee, I looked around the room. I couldn't see the people on my side
because of the dividers, but the people in the middle and across the
room all looked similar. Many were older, but they were all well
dressed, and they seemed to be, for the lack of a better word,
'comfortable'. Not because of the way they were sitting, but because
they were in surroundings that pleased them. I thought, 'Everything
here is first class. This is a very expensive restaurant in a very
expensive hotel, and the people seem to be enjoying the exclusivity. I
guess I can't blame them. This is a great way to live.'
Most of the people had finished their dinner, and some were heading to
the dance floor, so I started looking around for Karen. I didn't see
her, but my eye caught a woman headed our way. She was dressed in a
business suit, and I noticed that she walked with confidence that said
she was used to these surroundings. The lights were dim, and slightly
behind her, so I couldn't see her face, but I caught a flash of
shoulder-length blonde hair, and I noticed that when she passed a
table, the men's eyes, and even some of the women's, would follow her.
She stopped a few feet away from our table and stood still. I had been
watching her walk, and the business suit did little to hide the fact
that there was definitely something of interest under it, then my eyes
went to her face and my breath caught in my throat. The woman was
Sylvia!
I have always been powerfully attracted to Sylvia. Something about her
has always pushed my buttons, and now was no different. I don't know
if it was because I hadn't seen her in a while, but she looked
absolutely fantastic. I don't even remember standing up or moving from
behind our table. The next thing I knew I was standing in front of
her, and it was like someone else talking, when I heard myself say,
"My God, you're beautiful."
A second later, she was in my arms. I don't know what perfume, if any,
she was wearing, but her scent made me dizzy. Before I could recover
my mental balance, we started kissing, and the wonder of her came back
to me. The feel of her, and touch of her lips brought memories of her
flooding back to me, and I could feel myself getting hard. I don't
know how long we went on that way, but I was pulled to earth when a
voice said, "Pete!"
It startled Sylvia too. We pulled away quickly, and I turned to see
Karen standing a few feet from us. The expression on her face was odd.
She appeared to be more resigned than angry. It took me a while to
gather my thoughts. I was about to say something when Sylvia stepped
forward and said, "Hello, I'm Sylvia Brand."
Karen's eyes darted to Sylvia's ring finger, then back to her face,
and she said, "Hello Mrs. Brand, I'm Karen Gilroy."
There was a pause, and I asked, "Sylvia, what are you doing in town?"
"I'm here with Herb. We're having dinner with some business
associates. Come over to our table. I know Herb'll be glad to see
you."
I reached for Karen's hand. She paused momentarily; then she took
mine, and we followed Sylvia to a dining area that was the second one
over from ours.
We rounded the partition, and I got the second big surprise of the
evening. Herb was seated at the table, and sitting next to him, was
Nell, the girl I spent the night with, not long ago. She was in
mid-conversation with a distinguished looking, older man, but when she
saw me, she stopped talking, and her brows furrowed. Next to them was
Mrs. Cohen, the lady we met in Las Vegas. She was sitting next to a
balding, fat guy. He had the most evil-looking eyes I'd ever seen, and
he began leering at Karen.
Herb yelled "Pete!" And he jumped up, came around the table, grabbed
my hand and started pumping it. The distinguished looking guy stood up
as well, but the fat guy just sat there.
I introduced Karen to Herb, and he said, "Boy, pal, you sure get the
pretty ones." He shook hands with her, then he turned to the table.
"I'd like to introduce you to Pete Baker and his friend Karen Gilroy.
Pete is the guy who helped me with one of my most successful
ventures." He nodded to Nell and her friend. "These two are John and
Nell Burger." Then he looked at the other couple. "And I'd like you to
meet Abe and Ceil Cohen."
They were on the other side of the table, so we couldn't shake hands,
but I noticed John Burger looking at me strangely. He turned to Nell
and sputtered, "He=E2=80=A6 he's the one..?"
Nell interrupted him by saying, "Pete and I met in Las Vegas over New
Year's. He was kind enough to let me sketch him." Then she looked back
at me. "Hi Pete, nice to see you again. Hello, Miss Gilroy."
I nodded to her, but my mind was racing. The only drawings I saw at
her house were ones of my cock. Did she do some others later? Then
another thought hit me. The place where I met her is called
"Burger's." It's one of the largest chains of computer and electronic
supplies in the country. Was she somehow connected with them?
I heard my name again, and Herb was introducing us to the Cohens. Mrs.
Cohen was leaning back in the booth looking at us. She was wearing an
evening gown that was cut so low, it barely covered her nipples, and
she was again dripping with jewelry. The way she was dressed seemed
inappropriate for a business meeting, but it did serve to show off her
tits. Fake or not.
Mrs. Cohen said, "Hello again." Then she turned to Herb and said, "I
met these young people in Las Vegas yesterday."
Mister Cohen just nodded. Then he tore his eyes away from Karen, long
enough to say, "When I came back from the crapper, I saw you sitting
at Mariani's table. Are you relatives of his?"
I know it's not fair to judge people without knowing them, but I took
an instant dislike to this guy. So in an offhanded way I answered,
"No, we just play golf once in a while."
I hoped he wouldn't ask me any golf questions, because the closest I
had ever been to a golf course was a miniature one. But it seemed to
satisfy him. When I glanced at Mrs. Cohen, she was wearing a little
smile, and it looked like she winked. Of course, she knows who I am,
so I figured that she was getting a kick out my little deception.
Herb said, "Well Pete, it looks like you know almost everyone. We're
about to go to our suite and have some brandy. Would you like to join
us?"
I looked at Karen, and she didn't look all that happy, so I said,
"Thanks, but it's been a long day."
Herb and I shook hands again, and we wished everyone goodbye.
Suddenly, Mrs. Cohen said, "See you later, Pete."=20
She was staring at me with a very intense look on her face. I was
caught off guard, and I mumbled, "Er, uhh, sure."

Sylvia walked us back to our table. When we got there, she pulled
Karen aside and they talked for a few minutes while I settled things
with Jean. He said that the tip and everything had been taken care of,
but I slipped him an extra twenty-dollar bill anyhow. Then
surprisingly, Sylvia came to me and touched me on the arm, then she
wiggled her fingers at me, and returned to her table.
We were quiet going to our room, and when we settled into bed, I asked
Karen what she and Sylvia had talked about.
Karen was strangely sober, when she said, "She apologized for the way
she behaved. Then she told me that you and she were close friends, but
for me not to worry because she was married and she promised me she
wouldn't bother you as long as we were together."
"I was as much at fault as she was."
"Yes, you were."
"I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me."
"I do; she's a beautiful woman. But what about Nell Burger?"
"What about her?"
"You slept with her too, didn't you?"
"Who told you that?"
"Nobody. I can just tell."
"Are you angry? That was before I was serious about you."
"Are you really serious about me?"
"Of course I am. How can you ask me that?"
"I always ask my boyfriend that, after I find him trying to have sex
with a girl in the middle of a restaurant."
"I wasn't trying to have sex with her. We were only kissing."
"Then why were two bus boys getting ready to throw cold water on the
two of you?"
I grinned at her and hugged her to me. "So, you ARE mad."
"No, I'm not mad. I couldn't be mad at you, after you've been so
wonderful to me all weekend."
I was trying to think of something to say to her, but I decided that
it would be better if I just shut up. Besides, I was getting sleepy.=20
I was just dozing off when she said, "Pete."
"Uh huh?"
"Are you going to sleep with Mrs. Cohen?"
"No! Absolutely not."
"Good."
She was quiet for a minute, then, "Pete."
"Yes."
"Sylvia said that she and Herb want to meet us for brunch at eleven
tomorrow."
"Okay."
I was dozing off again when she said, "Pete."
"Uh huh?"
"Would you like to make love to me?"
I was really sleepy, but I knew I was still in very hot water with
Karen, so I said, "Sure," and I began caressing her body, starting
with her back.
"Pete."
"Uh huh."
"I want you to ask me to make love to you."
"Umm, okay. Karen, would you please make love to me?"
She turned her back to me and said, "No. Go to sleep."
"Huh?! What's this all about?"
"I'm punishing you for being a dork. Now go to sleep."
I don't pretend to understand women. So I went to sleep.

Tuesday

	It was around nine thirty when I woke up. Karen was lying
almost on top of me. Her head was on my chest and her hair was
tickling my chin. It was wonderful having her there, and I stayed as
long as I could. But I had to go to the bathroom, so I slid quietly
out of bed. When I came back, I kissed her awake, and she sat up in
bed. Her was hair sticking up at weird angles and she started rubbing
her eyes. But, instead of doing it with her fingers, she was doing it
with her fists, like a little kid does. She looked cute as heck and I
started to smile, when an odd thought hit me. A very pretty, very
naked girl was in bed next to me, and instead of jumping her bones, I
was thinking how 'cute' she looked. I was getting used to being around
Karen, and I liked it a lot!
I reached over and touched her on the shoulder. She stopped rubbing
and looked at me. We stared at each other for a few seconds; then she
made a face at me and ran into the bathroom. I was lying on top of the
covers enjoying the comfort of the huge bed, thinking about her, when
she came in, flopped down on the bed and held her arms out to me.
I asked, "What's going on?"
"I've decided to quit punishing you. Come here."
I still don't understand women. But, I showed Karen that I wasn't
sleepy.

We met Sylvia and Herb just after eleven. They were sitting by a
window, and they looked like a married couple enjoying a leisurely cup
of morning coffee until we got close enough to hear what they were
saying. Herb was talking about some kind of a big deal, and Sylvia
didn't seem to be pleased about it. But they stopped when we got
there, and Herb poured us a cup of the hotel's delicious coffee.
The hotel has a world famous brunch. Tables were piled high with
everything imaginable, and it was all presented beautifully. So we got
up and loaded our plates. While we were in line, I looked at Sylvia
and Herb.=20
Sylvia was dressed more casually then last night, and she looked even
better. Even though Karen and I had just made love, I could feel
myself getting hard, just watching her. So I tore my eyes away and
looked at Herb. He looked to be in better shape than the last time I'd
seen him. The paunch was almost gone, and it looked like he had spent
some time in the sun. I pictured them on the beach in Mexico, and for
a second, I felt a little envious.
We had just finished brunch, when Herb turned to Karen and said,
"Karen, I need a favor from you. I need to talk to Pete for a while.
Sylvia has a company credit card. Would you mind if you and she went
to some of these overpriced shops and see how much damage you can do
to it, while I pick his brain a little?"
Karen looked at Sylvia; Sylvia looked at Karen, and they both grinned.
In about half a second, they had excused themselves and were headed
toward the lobby.
I watched Herb watch them walk away. He wore a soft smile on his face.
I said, "You really like her, don't you?"
"Yes, I really do."
"How are things with her husband?"
"Not good. He's in a wheelchair now, and I don't expect him to last a
lot longer. He has a full time nurse, but Sylvia still waits on him
hand and foot."
He was quiet for a minute, so I asked, "What do you want to talk to me
about?"
He raised an eyebrow and said, "I don't know how you get involved in
these things, but you are somehow connected with a business deal we're
working on. Can you tell me about your relationship with the people we
were here with last night?"
"Umm, how important is it, and where will the information go?"
"It's extremely important. It could affect a very big project I'm
involved in. The information is for me alone, and you have my word
I'll be discreet with anything you tell me."
"Okay, what do you want to know?"
"First, what is your relationship with Nell Burger?"
"It's uhh, not really a relationship. We met in Vegas over New Year's,
and I only saw her once after that."
"Did you sleep with her?"
"Why do you need to know?"
"Nell Burger is an enigmatic young woman. Her great grandfather
started a retail electronics business many years ago. He had two sons.
When he retired, one son took over the business and the other one went
out on his own. Both sons did well, but the electronic business was
the more successful by far. In fact, Burger's Electronics is now
probably the largest retail electronic outlet in the world. Nell
graduated top of her class at Wendover University, and was on her way
to becoming an artist. Her paintings and sketches can be seen in some
very fine galleries. But Nell's parents died in a boating accident
five years ago, leaving Nell as the sole surviving heir. She tried to
run things for a while, but she just didn't know enough, and the board
of directors suggested that they bring in a managing director. This is
where my information gets sketchy, but the next thing anybody knew,
she was married to John Burger, who is actually her second cousin.
John is now in charge, but Nell is still involved, too, and people
have told me that she can be found in different stores, actually
working as everything from a stock clerk to the store manager."=20
"Wow! That's really interesting, but how am I involved?"
"There are a lot of stories about her, but the one that's most
relevant to our discussion is this. There have been rumors about
indiscretions. It's been said that she's been seen with everyone from
movie stars to parking lot attendants. Chances are, most of the
stories are bullshit, but a short while ago, a painting with her
signature on it, showed up at a gallery in Chicago, and everybody who
knows her is talking about it. It's supposed to be life size, and it
shows a naked young man, lying on a bed."
"So, what's the big deal?"
"The young man in the picture has a tremendous hard-on, and rumors are
flying about who he is."
"So?"
"He looks exactly like you."
"What! Who told you that?"
"Someone took a picture of the painting and posted it on the
Internet."
He slid a folded paper to me, and when I opened it, I was looking at a
copy of a framed painting of ME! The artist had accentuated my
musculature, and my erect penis looked bigger than normal, but the
face was definitely mine.
I looked up at Herb. "Oh shit! Why did she do this?"
"I don't know. I was hoping you could tell me. Pete, we are involved
in a very big project, and I need to know everything I can about the
players. Would you mind telling me what went on between you two? Are
you still involved with her?"
I assured him that I wasn't, then I told him everything. Starting from
the night we met, to the time I saw her at the store, and what
happened later. Even about the drawings of my cock that were all over
her studio. He just raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
I asked, "What about her husband? Do you think he's angry?"
"I don't think so. Word has it that it's strictly a marriage of
convenience. He's supposed to have a girlfriend that he's been with
for a long time. But he might be worried about the embarrassment. I'll
let you know if I hear anything. Now, what about Mrs. Cohen?"
"I don't know anything about her, except what I've heard."
"What have you heard?"
"Will you tell me who they are, first?"
"He's a pig! But he's very rich. His holdings include blocks of prime
property all over the country, and his assets are supposed to be in
the hundreds of millions. His personal life is legend. There are
stories about both he and his wife that would curl your hair. Now,
tell me what do you know about them?"
I said that I didn't know anything about him, but I told him
everything that Tomaso had said about Mrs. Cohen, including the "Club"
she was in, and the fact that she was supposed to have come to Las
Vegas looking for "New Meat".
He sat back, thinking, then he said, "You've been very helpful. Is
there anything I can do for you?"
Remembering what Sally, the company pilot had told me when they showed
up for Kate's wedding, I said, "Yes. You can watch out for Sylvia. I
hear you're working her ass off. And promise me you'll be there for
her, if her husband passes away."
He looked at me for a minute, then he smiled. "Don't worry, young man.
She means every bit as much to me as she does to you."

We talked for a while more. I asked about the project, and he said he
would rather not talk about it. I didn't say anything out loud, but I
thought that he had snookered me. I had just shared some pretty
sensitive and personal information with him, but he wasn't willing to
do the same for me. Some of my anger may have shown on my face,
because he changed the subject by asking about Karen.
When I told him I liked her, he said, "Good. She seems like a sweet
girl, and you should be dating someone her age." Then we talked about
Kristen. He seemed to know about what was going on. I guessed that
word had got to Sylvia and him from Kate. I asked him if he thought I
was doing the right thing by letting her go, and he just shrugged.
Finally, we went looking for the girls. We found them in a hat store,
trying on different hats and laughing about them with each other. Bags
from several of the stores surrounded Sylvia, and Karen also had a
couple. Herb asked if he was going to have to sell the company to pay
for all the stuff. Sylvia nodded toward Karen and complained, "She
won't let me pay for anything. I finally had to get her a surprise.
But she can't open it until later."
I was a little surprised that Karen would miss this opportunity, until
I remembered that her family had plenty of money.
We walked around looking at the other shops until Herb said they had
to get going. I asked Karen if she wanted to hang around. She said
she'd seen enough, so I offered to take them to the airport. He agreed
and we went to our rooms to get ready.

The light was blinking on our telephone when we got there.=20

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