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The Gathering
By Paris Waterman
Copyright 2003


Chapter 13	- Mary Leibowitz, the Lotus Flower


Marilyn walked into Adrian's ten minutes early and although there
were few people sitting at tables, heads did turn and eyes followed her
as she made her way to the bar. Besides being a very good-looking
woman, stylishly dressed, she carried that well-fucked aura about her
as well.

To the young woman behind the bar she said, "Hi, I'm meeting a
friend here for lunch, but I'd like a vodka martini with two olives,
please."

The bartender smiled at her and asked, "Will that be on the rocks or
straight up, shaken or not?"

"Stirred, straight up, please, and thanks for asking."

The bartender fixed her martini with a flourish and placed it in front
of Marilyn, first putting a napkin down.

"Do I require a reservation for a table?" She asked.

"Not on a day like this, no," the young woman responded.

"Thanks," Marilyn said and took a sip of the drink. She was still
vibrating with the last trills of her orgasms. "But I'd like a
table away from everybody if possible," she said and handed the woman
a ten dollar tip.

"I'll see what I can do," the bartender said and moved away to
consult with a waiter.

As she recollected, Mary was usually late for any appointment. But that
had been in college, hopefully, she thought, Mary might have corrected
that habit. Marilyn nursed her martini and it was just as well, for
Mary was ten minutes late in arriving. Marilyn didn't mind the
martini had only added to the glow she felt.

"Oh, Marilyn, dear," she paused two kiss Marilyn on the cheek,
"how good of you to meet me on such short notice."

Marilyn studied her old friend. Mary was younger than she, so that made
her about 37. She was holding up very well, with a trim figure and nice
chest, no significant wrinkles evident, 'Yes,' Marilyn told herself
Mary has taken care of herself. Good for you Mary.'

She rose up from the bar stool and gave Mary a hug. Mary responded by
hugging her back. "So tell me about yourself, Mary. What have you
been doing all these years?"

The waiter was waiting for Mary to arrive and got their attention,
escorted them to a corner table that had a partition blocking off most,
but not all of the room. Marilyn was pleased and gave him a twenty,
saying, "We'll have a couple drinks, one now and one with the meal,
then we'd like to be left alone, okay?"
"Certainly Miss. Would you like a moment before ordering the
drinks?"

"No, I'll have another martini. What would you like to have
Mary?"

"Oh . . . the same, I guess. I'm not much of a drinker."

"Very good, ladies . . ." And he pivoted gracefully and made his
way back to the bar to place their order.

Mary cleared her throat and began to speak while Marilyn finished her
martini.

"First of all," Mary said, "I want to thank you for seeing me.
Where shall I begin?"

"The heart of the problem might be a good start," Marilyn
suggested.

"Okay . . . I slave away all day in an insurance company office and
then go home and slave away there for a lot less pay and worse, usually
a lot less attention. As for children, well, we don't have any." Mary
looked down at her fingernails, inspected them for a moment and then
continued, but switch tact.

"So what kind of business are you in? It sounds like you are
self-employed."

Without waiting for an answer, Mary plunged ahead, her nervousness on
display to any casual observer. Fortunately the only person near them
was the waiter, who placed the drinks on the table and withdrew, saying
only, "I'll be back in a few minutes for your order," and handed
them each a menu.

"Are you bi-sexual or are you a lesbian?"

"What the hell are you talking about, Mary?" Marilyn demanded.

Mary, totally flustered began to cry.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to insult you, I . . . I thought
that . . . well back in school I saw you with Ellen O'Neil and, and
your hand was in her blouse . . . I thought . . . I thought," she
sobbed, "you were a lezzie at the time. I shouldn't . . . God
forgive me, I thought . . . I don't know what I thought," she
finished lamely, and put her head in her hands.

"Mary, listen to me. You saw what you saw. I don't make a point of
revealing my sexual preferences, but I am bi-sexual. I have a strong
sexual appetite and I am drawn to both sexes provided they are
attractive to me. I have been married, and while married I was
heterosexual. I didn't cheat on him, but we tried things several
times. But the marriage broke up because I drank too much. I am an
alcoholic. I try to control my drinking. I know that's not the road
to curing myself, but the fact is I'm not interested in abstention.
All I want is to keep my drinking at a certain level. And I can tell
you that with all this . . ." she pointed at Mary's face, "crap
you're handing out, I can see I'll be past my quota in no time at
all."

With that she took a long pull at her martini. "Now please get to the
fucking point!"

Mary bit her lip, "I'm sorry," she said, near tears again.

"Don't be sorry, try to be explicit. What the hell is the
problem?"

"Yes, yes, well I don't know if the heterosexual relationship with my
husband is all that it is cracked up to be. The sex is good enough when
we have it, but there seems to be something lacking in the
relationship. How do I explain it?" she asked of herself. "I guess
I just don't feel that cared for anymore." She waved her hand in the
air as if trying to summon the answer. "It's hard to describe."
She picked up her martini and drained the glass.

"Ugh, that's awfully strong."

"It's perfect for this type conversation. It will loosen your
inhibitions. You're kind of wound up. Tightly wound I'd say,"
Marilyn said.

"Um," Mary replied, looking for more liquid in her empty glass.
With a forlorn look she put the glass down and was startled when the
waiter appeared with another for her.

"Are you ladies ready to order? If not I can return in a few
minutes." He was careful not to look at Mary's face which had been
ravaged by her mascara.

"A few minutes more please," Marilyn said and then ignored him as
he left them.

"You handle people well," Mary said, trying to brighten up, but
failing.

"You were about to say. . ."

"Um, yeah, I also must tell you that there is this woman . . . a girl
really, about 24 years old. She works in my office . . . that I can't
get my mind off of."

Marilyn's eyebrows lifted in interest.

Mary continued, saying, "I keep trying to say to myself, that I once
looked as good as she does, but I have my doubts. You know, the hair,
the makeup, shoes, fashion. I find myself thinking about her when I'm
lying in bed at night. That's probably what got me around to placing
the call to you. "

"Please," Marilyn said, "Go on."

Her friend took a gulp from her martini and Marilyn realized Mary was
half-drunk already.

"While I have never been with another women I have run across some
things recently which have made me wonder and I am curious about
exploring the possibility."

"Really."

"Yes, while I care for my husband very much there are desires that
are going unfulfilled.

"I see," Marilyn nodded as she spoke.

"Let's get one thing straight right away. You are very
attractive."

Mary beamed at her, but her eyes were somewhat glazed.

"I've heard stories like yours before. If that lout of a husband
treated you just a little better we probably wouldn't be sitting here.
I'm reminded of that old Sinatra song, "Try a Little Tenderness". Do
you know it?"

"Yeah . . . and Mary sang softly, 'She may be weary, women do get
weary, wearing the same old dress . . .' don't know all the words
but listening to him sing it makes me cry every time."

And tears were rolling down her cheeks. Marilyn used them as a pretext
for moving close to her. Close enough so that their thighs were
touching as she dabbed at Mary's tears with her hanky.

"Mary, every man I ever slept with goes bananas over my pussy. They
like to look at it, they love to touch it, lick it, smell it, mostly
tho, they like to deposit their sperm in it."

Mary formed an uncomfortable expression on her face, but Marilyn
continued on.

"And the same can be said for every woman I slept with, and while I
never kept count, there were more than a few. Like I said, I drink a
little, that makes me freindlier than most and I like companionship. I
like to have a body next to mine when I wake up in the morning."

She took another sip from her drink and looked directly at Mary.
"Being taken for granted, or treated as if you're not even there, is
very disheartening. Worse, you blame yourself and for what? Being
human? I gotta tell you I'm glad you don't have kids. That would only
make matters worse. He could tighten his grip on you. Now I'm not
advocating divorce --- I hardly know you, I mean years have passed
since we . . . or the facts of your situation, but you have a job and
not having kid's means you can take action if necessary."

She saw that Mary was hanging on to every syllable she uttered and
decided to change course.

"Let's chat about other things shall we? But first what shall we have
to eat? I'm famished."

"Didn't you have breakfast?" Mary inquired. "I mean its 11:15,
I ate at nine, and I'm hardly famished. I will try some salad though.
The almond chicken looks good, perhaps I'll try that."

"I had breakfast all right," Marilyn said blandly, "It consisted
of an early knock on the door while I was making coffee. This guy . . .
how do I say this? This guy with an eleven inch long penis shows up and
suddenly all I want is him. Fortunately he has similar needs and the
next thing I know I'm on the kitchen counter and he's fucking me
like there's no tomorrow."

Mary's jaw had fallen and she reached for her martini and threw it
down, swallowing it all in one gulp.

"Well there were coffee beans all over the floor . . . do you grind
your own coffee? I find it's the only way to get great coffee is to
grind it."

Mary waved for another drink.

"Anyway," Marilyn continued, "while we're grinding each other
instead of the coffee beans, out pop Evie and Marcie, two teens that
are staying with me for . . . for the duration, I guess. Of course they
get a glimpse of Tucker's . . .he's the guy, err, his endowment as
it were and being young and horny anyway, they want some of it too."

"My God!" Mary said, shocked and awed by the telling.

"Shall I continue?"

"No, no, that's quite enough. I get the picture. My God you must be
famished."

That remark caused Marilyn to burst out laughing. "I am," she said
and let her hand drop to Mary's thigh, giving it a squeeze, and
watched for her reaction.

Mary gave none and Marilyn was puzzled. Was she too drunk, or did she
not think anything of the move?'

She decided to leave her hand where it was for the moment and that
proved to be a smart move as the waiter appeared and took their order
along with another round of drinks.

"To answer your other question," Marilyn said conversationally,
"I do have my own business, but am dependent on other businesses for
most of my work. I'm versed in the transportation industry," she
paused to gauge Mary's reaction. Mary appeared attentive, and so
Marilyn continued, "Trucks carrying freight from place to place. My
support business offers small and some large businesses lower costs to
move their freight through a discount type contract I have with some
major carriers. I find these businessmen, sign them up to be a party to
my contract and if they have sufficient volumes visit their various
suppliers and check to make sure they are following the contracts and
shipping to my clients using the most economical means. I almost always
recover a good deal of money for my client. We usually split the money
50/50, neat huh?"

"Now as to your question am I bi-sexual or a lezzie, I think you
said."

Mary nodded her head in affirmation.

"Well, I still bed the occasional guy, if he has mesmerized me, like
Tucker has. I must admit I do like the feel of a nice cock, especially
when used properly and with substantial after play. But I really prefer
women. I know what they like and they know what I like. It's simple
really, but like men, finding the right one can be difficult. I've
recently ended a relationship with my lover of four years because she
cheated on me. Worse, she got herpes from 'her' friend. Fortunately, I
checked out okay. I was visiting a lot of doctors for a while until
several tests convinced me they weren't kidding me.  She and I are
still friends, but no longer lovers and won't be ever again"

Both women nibbled at their food and then Marilyn broke the silence.

"Okay let's get down to serious issues. You don't know if you're bi
or not. You do know something's missing in your present relationship.
It's probably his indifference. I gather you like or used to enjoy a
romp in the sack with him, but don't any more. Is it wham, bam, with no
thank you Ma'am, but snoring you hear?"

"I . . ."

Marilyn didn't wait for Mary to finish, but plunged ahead.

"And you've begun to desire a younger woman at work. Seeing a bit of
you in her, probably, that's not bad. You were very striking back in
college and believe me when I say this; you look pretty damn good right
now."

She used this opportunity to run her hand along Mary's thigh and for
the first time Mary noticed, placing her hand on Marilyn's to halt
the proceedings up her leg.

Unabashedly, Marilyn continued talking. "We all look in the mirror
and we all look at others and wish certain opportunities presented
themselves. And thinking about her at night is okay. You're not a
raving lezzie," she smiled at Mary and got one in return.

"You are however, a horny woman. And that's normal."

Mary found her voice. It was a little shaky but she was clear and to
the point.

"I can't say that my husband does not treat me well." She dabbed at
her mouth with her napkin, then dropped it into her lap. Her other hand
remained fixed upon Marilyn's.

"But I do get the feeling that he is a bit bored with the marriage
and I suppose that I am as well. Things just seem to have fallen into a
daily grind with very few peaks and a lot of valleys.
There are times when he is the most wonderful man in the world, but
more often are the times that I don't seem to even know him because he
gets all wrapped up in his little projects or work and at that point I
just seem to get in the way. As for children, we always wanted some,
but never agreed on the right time. I am on the pill and have been for
a long time. Maybe I should just go off it and not tell him. That would
make him pay more attention . . . well at least for a while."

"You don't want to do that. It would more than likely widen the gap
between the two of you," Marilyn said. "Men don't like surprises,
especially those kinds, believe me."

"I know, I know. But I don't plan on getting divorced and I'm not
looking for someone better, it just seems that the bright prospect of a
brand new day isn't there anymore and instead I wake up with the
attitude of "what the hell will go wrong today".

"Hello depression," Marilyn said with a kind smile and managed to
squeeze the hand that was controlling hers.

"You think?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Relishing the opportunity to unburden herself, Mary went on, "Anyway,
in walks this new girl at work and my mind starts wandering as I see
her strut across the floor in her new heels and I think to myself,
"There's a good reason to wake up in the morning."

Surprisingly, Mary shifted the topic back to Marilyn. "So from what
you say, you are some type of efficiency expert in trucking? Sounds
interesting but I must admit that I am clueless to the details. "

Then she began talking about herself which is where Marilyn had thought
she was going in the first place. "As for me, I'm a manager at an
insurance claims office. We handle personal property and casualty
claims and I supervise five other adjusters for the Sacramento area.
It's the new adjuster that was hired for another unit that I have
been eyeing of late. Her name is Jessica and she is about 27. "

Mary lifted her hand from her thigh and deliberately picked up her
drink and took another gulp.

"I can't believe I'm opening up like this. I mean I had hoped
I'd be able to talk this out with you, but now that it's actually
happening . . . well I can't tell you how good I feel."

Marilyn began to slide her hand upwards at what she considered a snails
pace and she was not deterred further by Mary, who resumed talking, but
kept her eyes averted from Marilyn's, conceding that she appreciated
the contact.

"I have always been turned on by the right man with the right tool
and I must admit there are times when I crave it no end. I have never
really given much thought to what another women and I would do with
each other. My thoughts are more toward just being near someone else
that really understands me and how I feel. "

At this, she looked directly at Marilyn. "As for my fantasies, well I
can't say that I have any at this point, at least not with a woman. For
some reason I have never really let myself go there. I daydream about
Jessica but I dream a lot about men."

She began to laugh at this and it turned into a high-pitched squeal.
Marilyn kept her facial expression the same, a look of intent interest.

"Well who hasn't? That's why some of the stuff that happened on
our last trip was so interesting."

"Oh, you hadn't mentioned any of this," Marilyn said and gave
Mary's thigh a light squeeze, then inched upward about four inches.
Marilyn thought, 'if she doesn't shave I'm into her pubic
hair,' and smiled at her friend.

"We were camping in the redwood forest of northern California,"
Mary prattled on, "and it was beautiful and the weather was perfect.
While hiking away from our camp site in the stillness of the forest my
husband decided that he wanted to have me then and there."

Marilyn thought, 'she sounds like a cheap romance novel, "he wanted
to have me," indeed.'

But Mary had no inkling of her thoughts and carried on, "Talk about
great sex!! He took me from behind as I leaned on a fallen tree and I
don't recall having an orgasm like that in years. When Harry came, he
screamed and the sound echoed off the trees. At that point on our
vacation I knew I was no lesbian."

"At that point," Marilyn said, emphasizing the "At.".

"Yes, that's right. Later, on the way back to Sacramento, we
stopped in Las Vegas and we were in the Casino of the Mirage. Harry was
totally into a game of Blackjack and while he pissed away what spending
money we had I went to one of the bars and played video poker."

"You know, "she paused and drank from her glass and looked
surprised when she found it was almost empty. Raising her hand she
caught the bartender's eye and signaled for two refills.

 "What amazed me about Las Vegas, I hadn't been there in years, was
how the women were dressed, I mean not much and a lot of cleavage."

"There's a lot of money in that town," Marilyn said, "The girls
are trying to attract some of it."

"Well regardless, those women started to attract me," Mary said and
her voice rose an octave.

"I found myself staring at several of them. In particular, there was
one sitting at the opposite side of the bar that was by herself. She
had long blond hair and every once in a while she would look over at
me. I got this funny kind of feeling deep down inside and found myself
getting into a panic at the thought of her coming to sit next to me.
She never did, but the very thought of it I found very erotic."

Mary shifted in her seat and Marilyn used the opportunity to dart her
hand between her legs.
Mary tried not to show any sign of what had just happened but her eyes
betrayed her. Still, she kept talking.

"I found myself wishing that my husband were not there with me. And
that's about as far as my fantasies go."

"Except for this babe Jessica at work, you seem to be pretty horny
about her," Marilyn said and on seeing Mary lick her lip at the
mention of this Jessica, she began to slowly caress Mary's pussy
through her slacks.

"Ugh," Mary moaned. "What . . ."

"Wouldn't you like to have Jessica in this situation, darling?"

"I . . ."

Marilyn jabbed her index finger against Mary's slit. "Answer my
question, please."

"Please . . ." Mary pleaded, but her crotch pushed back against
Marilyn's questing finger.

"No woman has ever . . ."

"Nonsense, I'm touching you right now."

"I . . . I admit I like it, but here in public? Jesus Christ!" She
wiped her moist upper lip with a napkin.

"Reach down and open your slacks I want to really touch you."

"No!"

Marilyn continued caressing Mary's pussy through her clothing. "It
doesn't matter; I'm proving a point here."

Biting her lip, Mary grimaced as if in pain and said, "What if
someone sees?"

"We have a private table. I requested it. The only one who might see
us is the bartender and as you can tell the lunch crowd has been
pouring in and she's busier than a one-armed paper hanger."

"Maybe you're right," Mary said agreeably, and reached down to
pat Marilyn's hand before opening her slacks. "But I'm not taking
my underwear off."

Marilyn's hand slid into the side of Mary's slacks and went right
to her silken panty-clad cunt.

"Ugh!" Mary grunted at the new feeling as two fingers rubbed her
labia.

"You're getting wet already," Marilyn said smiling at her friend.

"It is exciting . . . with people watching and all."

"No one's watching us Mary, no one at all. Why if I wanted to I
could just drop under the table and kiss it for you."

"No! Don't you dare. This is quite enough."

"Let's discuss Jessica for a moment. Can you concentrate on her
while I . . .? "

"I guess."

"If she's 27 she's had ample opportunity to try sex with another
woman, but you don't know if she has, and we know you haven't, so that
presents a problem. You can't risk an obvious flirtation because of the
job situation. I suggest attempting to become good friends first. Go to
lunch with her, gab about life in general, establish a mutual trust and
when she opens up to you, and reciprocate."

Mary grew even more excited and began to hump Marilyn's finger.

"Hold still for a moment," Marilyn said, "I'm going under your
panties."

Mary stiffened in apprehension, but remained in place and moaned softly
when Marilyn's questing finger made its way under her silken
underwear and actually touched her soft bush and then her moistened
labia.

Mary gave a soft "huff" as she exhaled and splayed her thighs apart
as far as the material of her slacks would allow. Marilyn's index
finger slipped inside Mary's vagina about and inch before starting to
move in small circles.

"Christ, that's nice." Mary moaned.

Acting as if this were the most casual act in the world, Marilyn
continued her conversation.

"Don't open the door to your heart to her right away, be patient. It
may not develop into a love affair, but you may find a friend who'll be
there for you. And eventually, you'll get to hug her and kiss her even
if in a sisterly fashion. Who knows where a kiss might lead? Hmmmm?"
Marilyn paused to think for a moment, but her finger was still active
and Mary was humping faster.

"Are . . . Are you positive no one can see us?"

"Ummm," Marilyn replied automatically, not caring if the whole
place had bought tickets to watch. "Can you recall any woman 'friend'
who was fond of touching you? That's one indication of 'strong'
interest, but by no means a sure fire signal."

"I . . . um, don't think so."

"Ohhhhhh, you're so squishy," Marilyn exclaimed. "I've just
got to have a taste!"

Mary went white as a sheet at that comment.

Marilyn removed her finger from her friend's pussy and stuck it in
her mouth.

"Ummm, it's sweet and a little tart at the same time. Wouldn't
you like to be a little tart, Mary?"

"I don't . . ."

"Have a taste," and she held her finger out to Mary's mouth. Mary
hesitated for a second, and then her tongue slipped out to lick
Marilyn's finger.

"There, are you satisfied?"

"It's you who getting satisfied here darling. Now take a good suck
on my finger, and mind those teeth, I don't want you biting me."


"While we're at this, I should discuss what two women do
together."

"First as you must know, women really care for one another. Mature
women's relationships tend to last for long periods, years and years.
They understand most of the problems confronting other women." Her
finger returned to Mary's cunt and Mary hunched forward trying to get
it further inside her.

"Want some more?"

"Yes!"

"How's this?" And a second finger slithered its way into Mary's
cunt. Marilyn leaned down to purchase a better angle and found herself
about and inch and a half into her friend.


"Jesus! I never did that myself!"

"You said, "and Marilyn discovered she was sweating and dabbed at
her cheek and nose with her napkin. "Its nice work, this, but hard
all the same. Earlier you said you and Harry cuddle after sex, but only
if he's in the mood. Well, women always cuddle after, and touch one
another until both are calmed down and satiated. Another thing to know
is women are capable of loving almost all night long, and have multiple
climaxes along the way, so the sex is usually fantastic."

"Are we going to cuddle here?" Mary said and managed a wane smile.

"We could, but I don't think it advisable. What kind of car did you
drive here in?"

"My van . . . Ohhh."

"Was that my fingers or the idea the van suggested to you?"

"Both."

"Do you masturbate regularly Mary?" Without waiting for a reply
Marilyn continued. "I do almost every day. I own several invaluable
toys, to help me out, do you? The reason I ask is that while you're
certainly not a lesbian, your bi-sexual instincts are starting to
surface. This is not bad, regardless of what happens with any future
experiences with a woman. It's kinda natural. "

"Oh, oh, oh," Mary gasped.

"Are you coming?"

"Think so . . ."

Remember the woman in Vegas?"

Mary, eyes closed, nodded.

"You had this funny feeling while looking at her. Now think about
this, why would someone who's not subconsciously committed to a sexual
encounter with a woman panic at the thought of a woman sitting next to
her?"

"I know, I know," Mary gasped, she was definitely having an orgasm,
although not a gigantic one. "Guilt," she sobbed, "fear of being
caught."

"That's right," the idea of easy sex with a woman in Vegas
appealed to you. Therefore, Jessica may not be the only woman you're
attracted to." Marilyn laughed, "Of course that's the case,
I've got two fingers in your pussy right now and you've just come
haven't you?"

"Oh, my God!" Mary sobbed.

"By the way, sex with a woman is easier than having sex with a man. I
don't mean the act itself I mean the getting together. Your husband
won't be a problem in this area. Men are pretty much blind to these
activities. After all, women have friends. They go shopping, attend
social activities, they help each other out their homes, and so on.
Opportunities abound for get-togethers. You don't need a motel, use
your own home, no one is the wiser, unless your caught at it. And even
then there's an escape clause, entice the man, it might not be your
husband, it might be hers, into bed with the two of you."

"You've got it all figured out haven't you?"

"Mary," she said placatingly.

"So how are your relationships working out?" Mary asked.

"Not as well as yours, but I've got this drinking problem that
keeps people at bay or chases them off after a while."

"That why you have teens living with you?"

"Don't get nasty, Mary."

"You're right, I apologize. That was very rude of me. I asked you
for help and you've given it. More than I may have wanted really, but
you were there for me; I'm so sorry, I just . . ."

Both women were quiet for a minute. Then Mary, after unobtrusively
zipping up her slacks, said, "The environment in my office is the not
the kind where you can sit around and casually talk to someone, and I
am not sure that it is a good idea anyway. I think that I am a tad bit
modest in my up-bringing to go 'chasing tail' at my office. This all
seems a bit new and bizarre to me so I intend to be a bit cautious. I
can just see how I would explain to my husband that I got fired form my
job because of a sexual harassment suit filed by a female co-worker."

Marilyn laughed first, then Mary joined in. The waiter appeared and
left the check, saying only that they could pay at the register on the
way out.

"As for Jessica," Mary continued after he'd departed, "she
appears smart, fit, a little bit on the sassy side. Even in the summer
months she still wears hose and a short skirt, with heels. She is
probably about 5'4" in stocking feet and about 120lbs. I am guessing
that she is 38-24-32, with long dark hair and bangs. She turns quite
few of the guy's heads in the office with those legs and I think she
may be a bit of a tease with the way that she dresses."


"And I have thought about having sex with her, but not in any great
detail. Most of my night time fantasy is just about holding her or
another woman and being with them, no talking, no bumping and grinding,
just getting in tune with each others feelings. Sometime I use my . . .
my," she hesitated, then went on, "I do have a toy of sorts," I
usually use it, or Mr. Finger about three for four times a week."

"Where?" Marilyn asked softly.

"Usually in the shower in the morning or sometimes of late while
driving in my car, to or from work. This is something that I never used
to do, but I must admit the thrill is pretty intense. Just have to
watch out for those Semi-Trucks that can see down into the car. I can't
believe I am telling you this!"

They both began to giggle. "Want another martini?" Marilyn asked,
wanting one herself.

"Lord, no! I'm sure I'm tipsy already and I do have to drive back
to wo . . ."

Marilyn took her hand in hers. I recommend you take the rest of the day
off. Call in and say you took ill at lunch, they'll understand."

"I never would have thought to do that," Mary said, tears welling
up in her eyes.
"Sure you would. You're not a dumb blonde."

"Perhaps I will start having bridge parties and break out the gin and
see what happens," she giggled. "I know that Harry will be out of
there as soon as the girls start showing up."

"Make the phone call, dear,." Marilyn suggested.

"Umm, yeah, all right," Mary picked up her purse and walked to the
bar to ask for a phone. While she was making the call, Marilyn paid the
check and was waiting for her at the entrance, about ten feet from the
phone. Mary hung up, turned and saw her standing there.

Her eyes were bright. "They bought it. Told me to get some rest and
hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow."

"Great," Marilyn said, taking her hand. "Now where is this van of
yours?"


If you enjoyed this story, I'd love to hear what you favorite part
was, or any other comments you may have.  Writing these stories takes
effort, and a minute or two of your time is all I ask for in return.
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