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Chapter 44 - Helen Van Sciver

Dutch was rummaging in the file cabinet searching for a file he knew
was in there but couldn't seem to find. "Damn," he said as his
phone rang. "Every time I need that damn file it's in a different
place, I've got to get more organized." He shoved the file drawer
shut and went to answer the phone.
"Perry," he said brusquely.
"Wouldn't you know it," a female voice said and he knew instantly
it was Van Sciver's daughter.
"My husband left town this morning, an emergency business trip."

"So . . ." Dutch said while his brain sifted through various
scenarios.

"So . . ." her voice was husky and yet apprehensive, "I'm free
if you're willing."

He had his mind made up before she'd finished the sentence.

"I have a cancellation at 10:45 that leaves me open until one,
how's that?"

"That's good," He could feel the apprehension leave her voice.
"I mean, I'm not imposing on you am I? I can always call Dad."

'The bitch was threatening him,' he thought and wanted to tell her
to fuck off. But he forced a dose of reality into his voice "No,
I'm ready and waiting . . . are you sure about this?"

"Ummm, not really . . . but I'll be there by eleven, okay?"

"Sure, we use your dad's office. I'll tell him we're on so he
doesn't barge in on us and so he can cover my rear in case something
happens while we're . . ."

She laughed. He liked the sound, thinking it musical and pleasant on
the ear and forgot the ill thoughts that had been running through his
mind.

She hung up and he waited restlessly until 10:30 then called his
secretary and told her to hold his calls and made his way to Dr. Van
Sciver's office, let himself in and locked the door behind him.

Helen Durant, her married name, arrived at 10:50. Before she could
knock a second time, Dutch opened the door and stepped out to greet
her.

She had on a sleeveless, black cotton dress, no stockings, and
low-heeled sandals. She wore no jewelry other than a gold necklace that
accentuated the length and whiteness of her neck. Her hair was clipped
back in a ponytail. It made her look even younger, almost like a
teenager; and he thought of Kathy and got even harder.

Helen was nervous. "I want to explain that this wasn't my idea . .
."

"I know," Dutch said, "he explained everything to me."

Her face went pale as he ushered her into the office and closed the
door. "He told you?"

"Yeah," he shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, he's the boss,
you know? But in fact said, "Yeah, the Doc thought it necessary to
get me to cooperate, but he didn't need to."

He smiled at her for the first time. "One look at you was all it
took. That this is happening at all seems like a dream to me."

"I kind of feel the same way," she murmured and noticed that they
were very close, but not touching. Her shoulders rose and fell. He took
her arm and led her to the large desk that he had cleared earlier
deliberately avoiding the leather couch that would have been more
comfortable for what he knew was going to happen.

"I'm kind of nervous," Helen said, shaking her head, sending her
blonde hair swirling around to the side of her neck.

"Me too," he said and grinned nervously at her. "I had to change
my undershirt, it was soaking wet. I wanted to shower, but there
wasn't time."

He noticed her nostrils flare and wasn't surprised when she said,
"That's okay. I kind of like your smell."

"I smell?" He stepped back, feigning embarrassment.

Her eyes revealed a momentary alarm at the possibility she might have
offended him, but then she sensed he was teasing her and she was both
amused by his tactic and aroused by the testosterone hovering in the
air around them.

Running her left hand along her right forearm, she said, "Yes you
smell, but in a very good way. I find it . . . arousing," and with
that she took a step toward him, closing the gap between them and threw
her arms around him kissing him deeply.

Dutch found her tongue gingery and nimble and holding her tight, he
tenderly stroked her face, causing her to moan and thrust her loins
into his erection.

Having confirmed that she did want to have sex with him he allowed his
fingers to glide down her neck to her back as the kiss continued. His
tongue was wrestling with hers, each playfully trying to draw the other
into their mouth vying to see who would dominate who.

He laughed to himself and dropped his hands to cup her rear. Helen
surprised him by moving his right hand around to her front, sandwiching
it between her cotton-sheathed thighs.

He explored her heat, moving several fingers up and down her mons as
she shivered in anticipation. And then she did something with her hips
that almost sent his roaming finger inside her, dress and all. She
moaned and bit his earlobe.

He groaned into her ear and nipped her lobe in return. She squeezed his
ass, sending a message of her urgent need. He responded by lifting the
black dress and slowly managed to peel her panties down. He felt the
angle of her legs widen and kissed her hungrily, savagely while his
finger found her moistened entrance and meandered in and out.

Helen cried out, expressing the sheer joy he was bringing to her and he
sent his finger slightly higher to strum her rigid nubbin.

"YES!" She moaned. "THAT'S THE SPOT!"

She had one hand entangled in his hair, holding tight. The other
fumbled with his zipper. Finally, she freed him and gasped at his
thickness and length. Helen's eyes grew larger and larger as she took
in the sheer enormity of the cock in front of her.
She gasped, "IT'S SO BIG!"
"It will fit easily enough," he said gasping for breath, but
bemused by her reaction to his size, and boosted her up on the desk,
then stepped back to admire her.

"You're a very beautiful woman, Helen."

She stared at him, slowly licking her lower lip.

"I'm going to like fucking you. That's what we're going to do
--- on this desk," he pointed at the desk she sat on. "We're not
making love, oh no, we're going to rut like two sex starved animals.

He took a moment to study her; watched her eyes widen and saw her chest
heave as she gulped in air. He wanted her excited. He wanted her super
excited. He wanted her to explode the moment his cock touched the folds
of her cunt.

"I like your eyes on me," she told him and ran a hand over her
thigh as if to reassure herself that she had brought her pussy with her
and not left it someplace else.

He noted she was braless and his hand reached out and covered an
unencumbered breast. She drew in her breath closed her eyes and moaned.

His hand began to knead the breast -- not roughly -- he sensed it was
entirely to early for that; but enough to cause her to draw another
sharp intake of air from the electricity his touch generated.

Thirty seconds later, Helen's feet hung some four inches above the
carpeted floor and her underwear was hung up around her calves. Both
nipples were fully erect and prominent against the black dress top.

He reached down and slowly eased her panties off, tossing them on the
chair behind the desk.
She let out a long sigh and raised her knees almost to her chest,
providing him with a spectacular view of a dark brown thatch of pubic
hair, shaped into an inverted triangle.
'So she's not a real blonde,' he thought and saw a single string
of moisture seeping from the lower portion of her vagina to her thigh.
She was still staring at his erection with what looked like worship.
'She's been wanting this as much, maybe even more than I have,"
he realized, and then spoke to her. "You're going to love my cock,
say those words back to me."

She was so surprised by this approach she lowered her legs, but readily
obeyed his request. "I'm going to love your cock," she said very
softly.

"You're going to suck my big fat prick deep into your throat."

She met his eyes and smiled at him. "I'm going to suck . . . I'm
going to suck that big fat prick deep into my throat."

This time Helen beat him to the punch, saying, "I'm going to
swallow every ounce of come you let fly."

He laughed, "I see you've got the idea," and laughed again.
"So, shall we fuck?"

His voice made it sound as though he were asking for a dance, but Helen
was riveted by the innuendo in his words. Her mouth opened but no sound
came out. The fact was that she hadn't heard those words in that
context, ever.

In a haltingly, tremulous voice, she answered, "You've made me so
very wet already, I thought you'd never ask."

"I like that in a woman."

"You do?" she said, finally finding her voice.

"Oh, yes I do. Now why don't you show me how wet you are?"

"Umm," she said as she brought her legs up so that her heels were
resting on the edge of the desk; and then used her thumbs to open her
coral colored cunt for his inspection.

"Like this?"

Dutch stared into her flowery cunt and thought of the Georgia O'Keefe
painted both he and Rosa had admired several months before. He had a
fleeting thought that had the O'Keefe not been painted 40 or so years
earlier, Helen might well have been the model.

"You've the loveliest cunt I've seen in a long time."

Her entire body flushed with satisfaction and desire. 'Dad picked me
a winner,' she thought as hee continued to study her gentilalia.

She became nervous under his gaze, but did not permit her vagina to
close from his scrutiny even though she was mortified by it. She
discovered that she was hotter than she'd ever been in her life and
realized she was already on the edge of having a huge climax.

"Shall we start with me going down on you?"

"Yes," she answered hoarsely, "just start."

"All right, but first I want you to play with yourself, just a
little."

Her hands started to move downward, but suddenly froze in mid air. "I
can't!" she said, her voice clearly pleading with him to take
control.

He did. "I asked you to touch yourself, can't you do it?"

"I . . . I . . ."

"It will make me hard and get you even wetter."

Her eyes darted nervously from one side of the room to the other, but
kept coming back to the bulge in his slacks.

Dutch continued speaking. His voice took on an almost hypnotic drone to
Helen's ears. She listened to every syllable he uttered. She
memorized every word he spoke.

"I don't want to have to force my way inside you," he said
reasonably. "I want to slide into you with ease. And you're not
ready for my fat prick just yet."

Her knees shook, but widened as she shifted her buttocks on the desk.
"Like this?" she said, meaning from the prone position on top of
the desk.

"Sure, the desk top is perfect. I can see everything. And I mean
everything."

Fighting to regain some semblance of composure, Helen said, "This is
worse than the gynecologist's."

"But will be more rewarding," he said and lightly ran his finger
along the inside of her thigh.

She jumped as if a current of electricity had jolted her.

"Calm down, Helen, try to calm down. I promise it will be a rewarding
experience."

She bit her lip. "Can't you just . . ."

"Fuck you?" He finished her sentence.

She nodded her head and ran a hand through her long blonde hair before
uttering a quiet, "Uh huh."

"No, not yet, now go on, masturbate for me."

Helen choked back a sob before her right hand slid down her body to cup
her sex; and once again, using her thumb, she pried herself open as
Dutch moved to her side and pulling her head downward, lightly slapped
her in the face with his stiff cock.

She winced, although there was no actual pain from the contact.

"Go on, I'm waiting," he said, hoping to urge her on.

Helen began slowly -- unsure of herself -- but soon overcame her
embarrassment and had two fingers in a V rubbing vigorously along the
outer labia. She was totally unaware that she was grunting in rhythm
with her fingers.

He looked on, holding himself with one hand, as she started
manipulating her emerging clit, lightly slapping it with her thumb of
one hand while the other rubbed the inside of her thigh.

She seemed completely detached from what she was doing, but he knew
that wasn't the case.

"Fuck yourself for me!" He said not unkindly.

And although her mouth hung open and with her head back at an angle,
her smoky eyes met his.

"Good girl," was all he said to her, but she nodded and the tempo
of her grunting increased.

He watched her chest rise and fall more rapidly as the seconds ticked
by; and saw a little stream of vaginal juice leaking out of her cunt,
sliding down to her anus, finally forming a pool on the desk.

Minutes went by and when she spoke she sounded desperate, as if she
would do "anything"
as long as he fucked her soon.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"God yes!"

"Maybe I'll just watch you a few minutes more," he said, meaning to
tease her, but when she moaned another idea began to take shape in his
mind.



He drew a fingertip across her emerging clit, causing Helen to jerk
backward.

"Shit! Perry, I felt that all the way to my toes!" she said hoarsely.

Dutch smiled and continued with his little exploration. This time he
traced the outline of her labia with a crooked finger and carefully
entered her marshy slit.

She went rigid.

He pulled out, only to tease her very obvious protruding clit. Her
breathing became more and more ragged. He used his free hand to reach
up and tug at a nipple; and then seized it between his teeth. She
groaned and shivered.

He drew the teat into his mouth and sucked hard upon it as if expecting
her to provide with a healthy supply of lactate.

She groaned louder.

Finally he allowed her breast to pop out of his mouth, and parting her
thighs, moved down to nuzzle amongst the wispy patch of blonde hair. He
inhaled the heady fragrance that wafted up from her simmering cunt.
Then, with a heavy sigh, he put his tongue to work; separating
Helen's full pink labia and licking at the bright red bud I found
beckoning to him.

Helen issued forth a soft "Ohhhh," sound and at the same time her
hands locked in his hair and began squeezing in rhythm with the soft
sounds she was murmuring.  When Dutch sucked in the head of her clit
and touched his teeth to it, she jerked and began frantically tugging
at my head.

"I'm ready!" She pleaded, "Jesus am I ever ready! Fuck me now,
please?"
The dark idea coalesced at that moment in his mind.
"All right, tell you what," he said and gestured at her, "Sit back.
If you allow me this little ... indiscretion, I will fuck you like
you've never been fucked in your life. And you want that, don't you?"
He looked down at her.
"Yes, Jesus yes, more than anything," she said with a tear rolling down
her cheek.
"You've been dreaming about a guy like me for years, haven't you?" he
said.
"Yes," she said, dabbing at the tear and hoping she wouldn't start
bawling like a baby.
 "More than anything," she said again and hating herself for being
reduced to begging for his cock.
"Isn't it amazing where we find the most unexpected surprises?" he
said.
"I thought you were hot from the moment I saw you watched me with my
father," she conceded, "but I never knew ..."
She stopped, puzzled at his actions, for he was spreading towels around
on the floor in front of the desk.
"Get off the desk," he said tersely.
She hopped of and stood facing him, wanting to cover her cunt from his
eyes, but not daring too.
"Squat, please," he said.
Helen did as he'd asked and looked up at him.
"Now sit back on your heels."
She rested her weight on her heels and continued looking at him. He was
holding his prick in one hand and squeezing it.
"I'm going to piss on you," he said and her mouth opened in shock.
Had she heard him correctly?"
She listened to his next words as intently as she had ever listened to
anything in her life.
"And then, "he went on, "you're going to go clean yourself off,
and then I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked in your
life."

"What did you . . . . "?
"I know you heard every word I said. If you truly want the fuck of
your life, you'll do it and we'll get on with it. Well?"
She started up at him and her body began to tremble as she fell to the
floor.
"I want an answer," Dutch said in a demanding tone.
"I . . . I . . . I'm coming!" She moaned and he saw that she was
indeed having a strong orgasm.
'The power of the word,' he thought and waited until she was able
to compose herself.
"If you thought that was something, wait until I fuck you," he said
this kindly and when she raised her eyes to meet his, he asked her once
more, "Shall I begin now?"
Helen shook her head affirmatively and knelt on the towels.
Dutch aimed his prick at the cleavage between her breasts and began to
piss on her. It went slowly at first, hitting her knees until the
pressure grew and then he was on target, spraying a steady stream of
urine from one breast to the other.
Helen's eyes never blinked, but stayed focused on his cock, or rather
the hole in it from which the urine gushed. He raised his aim to her
face and just before the urine hit home she closed her eyes, shifting
her body slightly as if to get more comfortable.
Eventually, the stream began to lessen, and then subside. Finally,
there was nothing. Helen opened her eyes then and resumed staring at
him.
"Take those towels into the bathroom with you and rinse them out. Come
back when the smell of urine is gone and hang the towels up to dry.
They better not have any smell on them either."
Not saying a word, she picked up the stained towels and walked to the
bathroom. He heard the shower running and smiled. She was his slave
from now on.
He timed her. It took seven minutes for her to emerge from the
bathroom, several dampened towels in her arms. She carefully deposited
them near the door, so as to take them with her when she finally left.
Then she moved back in front of the desk and stood there waiting.

He moved to her and taking her in his arms kissed her savagely and she
responded in kind. The weight of his body forced her thighs back into
the desk. The imprints would still be visible several hours later when
she was dressing for dinner with her husband. Helen's hands went back
involuntarily to keep her from falling backward onto the desk.

The kiss terminated abruptly, and in a fast and raspy voice she asked
if she had done everything he required.

"On the contrary, you haven't paid homage to my cock. Get on your
knees and blow me."

With a forlorn sigh, Helen resigned herself to his demand and knelt in
front of him. He had placed his member back in his slacks and she was
compelled to unzip him and remove it.

"Do you think it a nice prick?" He asked calmly.

"I think it a lovely . . . prick. Would you like me to start now?"

"Yes, that would be good."

Helen hefted his cock in her hand, it weighed far more than her
husbands and her excitement continued to mount. 'I'm going to come
without him doing anything to me,' she thought.

'Well that's not exactly true, he's already done a great deal to
me that I'll never, ever forget,' she told herself as she placed
the head of his cock to her lips.

Dutch noted that she had a rather small mouth and felt his prick
stretching it as she accepted him.

He allowed her to take her time in adjusting to his thickness and was
amply rewarded as several inches were soon sliding in and out from
between the red oval her lips formed. He saw that his cock was
glistening from her saliva as it protruded from her distended lips.

Perhaps another two minutes passed, the time was filled with the steady
sound of Helen's slurping and sucking. He was pleased that she had
begun to play with his testicles without being told, doubly surprised
when the base of his prick mashed against her lips.

He thought he heard her gulp, but decided she was swallowing her
saliva. She abandoned his balls and placed both hands on his ass as he
began a slow long fuck into her inverted face.
Helen had parted her legs sufficiently that she could pleasure herself
with her fingers as Dutch continued fucking her face.

"Suck it you slut!" He cried intuitively sensing she would respond
even more too verbal debasing and taunts.

He was right about that as she promptly proved by maneuvering her
suddenly voracious mouth to engulf the brunt of his lengthy prick down
her throat and seizing the base of it between her teeth.

"Listen you cunt, bite me and I'll break your fucking neck! He
warned; and then felt the pressure building in his balls. His breathing
became labored and his cock ached to explode.
Helen had begun moaning from deep down her throat; and since Dutch
refused to extract himself from her throaty confines, she too was
struggling to breathe.

The first salvo of sperm surprised Dutch, but not Helen. She somehow
managed ease several inches of his cock from the recesses of her throat
and swallowing loudly, accepted the first two lines of sperm. Wanting
to ensure that none of his load was lost, she once again grabbed him by
the buttocks and held his body against her face.

He was amazed at her control. Even Alice, who prided herself on her
cocksucking abilities, would have gagged if he had sent as much jizm
down her throat as he had Helen's.  But Helen took every drop, and
kept sucking on him relentlessly.

Slowly he sank downward until he fell backwards onto the carpeted floor
next to her. Laying there with his flaccid dick hanging out of his
slacks he gazed at her as she cleaned the last remnants of his bodily
fluids from his member.

Taking a deep breath, he raised himself to his feet and undressed.

"Your turn, Helen," he said and saw her close her eyes and then
open them as if to persuade herself that she was not dreaming. He
reached down and helped her to her feet.

"Let's try the couch; it may be more comfortable than the desk."

They moved to the leather couch and Helen lay down on her back and
opened her legs for him.
She was already quivering in anticipation of what she knew would
follow.

He fell on top of her and kissed her hungrily. She reached for him and
groaned her disappointment in finding him still soft.

"What did you did you think, I was Superman?" He teased. "Don't
worry, I'm going to eat you baby. I'm going to tongue your pussy so
much your cunt will look like the Great Swamp. And then I'll fuck you
with my big Daddy cock."

That said Dutch scooted down her body until his face was between her
legs. He spread them further apart and brought his lips to her vulva
and paused to inhale the heady aroma of her oozing juices.

"At least you don't smell like a fish," he said and saw her
flinch from his words.

He discovered there was no need to spread her labia open, it was
already gaping at him from her earlier fingering and so he wasted no
more time and quickly sent his tongue out to slither along her major
labia.

Helen felt the air whoosh from her lungs and came at the touch from the
pent up anticipation.

"You actually taste good for a fucking slut," he told her as she
jerked her pelvis into his face.

He continued teasing her, licking only the outer edges of her cunt's
crevice as Helen bucked frantically against him, trying to force more
of his tongue into her pussy. Finally, he relented and took her clit
into his mouth and strummed it slowly with his tongue.

She shrieked from the intense thrill that shot through her.

He sent two fingers into her cunt and she squirmed frantically,
attempting to wedge his fingers deeper inside her, but he was content
to take his time.

She groaned like a lost soul.

He sent his fingers in to the last knuckle and curled them.

"How's it feel, you slutty whore?"

"Good! Good!

"Want more fingers in there?"

"Yes . . . Yes, please!" She whined and her cunt closed around his
fingers, holding them in a vise-like grip.

Dutch was hard again and ready to fuck her, but held back knowing the
longer her made her wait, the greater her final orgasm would be. He did
start licking her labia with long strokes that ended with his tongue
embracing her clitoris. And each time he crossed over her engorged nub
she quivered and moaned.

"FUCK MEEEEE!" She pleaded.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

"I . . . I'm . . . a whorish slut! I'm a bitch can't get enough
cock! I. . . I. . . I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

"YES! Just . . . FUCK MEEEEE!"

He gave her spread pussy one last kiss and she drew in her breath,
arching upward anticipating his cock surging into her. He held his
stiff prick in one hand and directed it toward her gaping hole, bumping
the head against her fleshy labia. Helen groaned and bit her lip as he
entered her.
Dutch watched as his thick prick wedged itself into her, stretching her
cunt lips to the brink in order to accommodate the entire width of his
massive weapon.
For some reason Dutch decided to take his time and eased into her
gradually and while he did this, Helen was relatively passive, not
churning and bucking beneath him as he had expected her to do. Once he
was fully immersed in her cunt he eased back out. The was a soft
sucking sound as his prick broke the tight seal her cunt lips had on
his member and then he sent it back, slower than the first time,
feeling her trying to clutch him even tighter with her cunt muscles
although how that was possible he couldn't fathom.
After the sixth or seventh slow thrust, he glanced down and saw that
his prick was causing her juices to foam up into a creamy substance
that covered his cock as he came out of her and then was transferred
back into her on his return only to ad even more cream with the next
withdrawal.
He did this for ten minutes, as her legs, now wrapped around his hips,
tightened convulsively around him. Helen's eyes rolled back into her
head and she began to shake and shiver as she rolled from one orgasm to
the next.
"Pretty good, eh?" He asked not knowing if she was capable of
replying for his member had just bumped into what had to be her cervix.
"Ugh," Was the only response she could provide as she continued to
writhe under him, her body jerking against his like a jackhammer gone
berserk while he maintained his slow, deep penetrating fuck.
"You do have a hot, tight cunt!" He said, wanting to compliment her
from this point on as opposed to his earlier diatribe demeaning her. He
gripped her ankles, holding them like the handlebars of a motorcycle.
And after an extra slow withdrawal that tormented her as she felt a
tremendous release eminently near, Dutch switched and drove himself in
to the hilt and began a frantic fuck, his balls slapping against her
ass, her cream no longer able to cling to his prick as it surged back
into her, but splattered this way and that, small speckles flying
everywhere, but Helen knew nothing of this, for she was welcoming the
mother of all orgasms, moving her ass in a circular motion, then
changing direction, as though trying to center his pole in just the
right spot inside her. Only there was no 'right spot,' it was
everywhere within her.

"You're a great fuck!" He groaned as the sweat flew from his
face. It looked like the veins in Helen's neck were going to pop out;
her face was bright red and bearing a hideous grimace, resembling a
pilot at Mach 10.

All Helen knew was that she was in heaven and wanted it to last
forever, swinging her head back and forth as the rush engulfed her.

Dutch was pounding into now, his lower back muscles began to ache and
he pulled out of her at the same time she lost all control of her body.
 Her legs dropped from his hips -- her arms stiffened momentarily, then
relaxed as she entered a series of violent spasms.
He had to concentrate hard not to come himself, but kept pounding into
her, not letting up. And then Helen's entire body seized up and she
collapsed back into the leather couch, babbling incoherently.
He relaxed  and almost, but not quite stopped his thrusting, choosing
to hold off coming for the moment, just slowly easing in and out of her
now gaping cunt that was slathered in her creamy come.
He heard her mumble something.

"What did you say?"

She opened her eyes and looked into his. Then bit the inside of her lip
and nodded.

"Go on, ask me."

"I want . . . I want your come on me."

"You do?"

"Yes," she hissed. "I want to feel you come on my tits. The way you
pissed on them before."

"You like that did you?"

"Yes," she said, drawing out the 's' into a long hiss.

He withdrew his cock from her and held it in his hand. It was slimy
with her fluids. He shook it and droplets of her juices flew across her
belly and into her thatch of pubic hair.


Helen began rolling her nipples with her fingers, eagerly watching his
glistening prick. Dutch jerked himself three or four times and felt it
coming on.

"Get ready," he warned her.

She stopped playing with her nipples and pushed her tits together,
forming a delicious target. He aimed at her left nipple and felt the
first rush of semen coming up his member.

With a loud groan, Dutch watched his load soar into the air only to
splash down on her left breast.

The second line merged with the first and then he corrected his aim and
the third and fourth roped across her right nipple.

Helen groaned and he knew she had come again just from the act itself.

Finished coming, Dutch sat back, breathing heavily, and watched as
Helen spread his semen over her chest, rubbing the pearly liquid into
her flesh.

***

"Will we be doing this again? " He asked.

"I certainly hope so," she replied as she applied the finishing
touches of lipstick to her mouth.

"Not here though," he said.

"Where then, a motel?"

"No, I have something else in mind."

She arched her eyebrows. "Really? Where then?"

He smiled to himself, thinking she was back to normal, her old cold,
aloof self. But he now knew the smoldering bitch beneath the façade.

"My friend has a place; a place with a special room. I have the key
and permission to use it anytime I want. In fact I have with my
fiancé. He wouldn't mind and will not bother us."

That sounds nice. When did you want to . . . um, meet again?"

"I don't know right now. Why not call me at home tonight. I have to
clear things with Rosa, she's my finance."

"You're going to tell her about us? She was ready to panic at
someone else beside her father knowing about this affair.

"We discuss everything. She had no problem with us being together
today."

Helen's jaw dropped. "No fucking problem with . . ."

"We have an open relationship. I've fucked her mother and she's
okay with it. She's fucked people and I'm okay with that. We attend
an occasional swinging party, so please understand, we . . ."

She held up her hand stopping him. "I understand. My husband
wouldn't, but I do. So I'll call you around ten and I won't hang
up if she . . . Rosa, was it?'

He  nodded.

"If Rosa answers."

She brushed his lips with hers and quickly left her fathers office.
Dutch waited five minutes and then returned to his office and tried to
resume his work, but couldn't. Not that he cared. He was already
wondering what their next meeting would bring.

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