Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Wednesday Words



Here's another story from my archives you may enjoy, it's one of my favorites.  It was a long story so I divided it into three parts. This is the conclusion. 

AND THE BAND PLAYED ON


PRESENT DAY

Rowdy couldn’t wait until their set was finished.  He wondered if she would come backstage or just wait until the concert was over and waited near the bus.  When the audience called for an encore, he groaned.  The band played three more numbers and Rowdy practically ran off the stage.

Cindy wasn’t backstage.  He asked a couple of people if they had seen her, and everybody told him there hadn’t been anybody backstage asking for him.  He began to think that maybe his imagination had played tricks on him.  He had an hour before they were due back on stage, and he went out for some air.

Standing away from the crowd, he saw her.  He smiled, and she smiled back at him as he walked toward her. It was a little awkward; he had all he could do to keep from enveloping her in his arms. 

“Hello Rowdy,” she said in the sweet, sultry voice he loved so well.

“Hello, Cindy.  You look great, but then you always did, even with a dirty face and hair all askew from working at the ranch.”

“Thank you for that.”

“What are you doing here Cindy?  Everything’s all right, isn’t it?  Jeb would have let me know if anything was wrong.”

“I need to talk to you,” she told him.  “I didn’t want to do it over the phone.”

Suddenly, he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, and it felt as if the ground had just dropped beneath his feet.

“Sure, do you want to do it now or meet me later?”


“I’d like to meet you later.  I’m staying at a hotel in town, The Carlisle.  Why don’t you meet me afterward?  I’m in Room 420.”

“Sure, are you going to give me any clues?”

“We need to talk,” was all she told him.

The next two hours and forty-five minutes lasted for days.  He kept messing up the chords and getting dirty looks from his brother. 

“What the hell is the matter with you?  You keep fucking up.” Wes asked his brother during a break between songs.

“Cindy’s here.”

Wes nodded his understanding and told Joe and Jack to be aware and ready to take over at any time.  He knew how his brother still felt about Cindy and her showing up at a venue didn’t bode well for Rowdy.

The minute the show ended he bolted. Through his manager, he arranged for a bag, a cab, and a room when he returned from meeting Cindy earlier.  He grabbed a quick shower, changed clothes and hopped on the elevator. He rapped on the door and heard her voice.

“It’s me, Cindy.”   He heard the slip lock slide back, and the door opened.

Once again, he had all he could do not to take her in his arms.  He loved her as much now as the day he took her as his wife, and it was killing him that he couldn’t act on it.

“How was the show?” she asked.

“Like all the rest, over,” he answered.  “How are the kids?  I Skyped with Buck the other day.”

“He mentioned it.  Ashley is busy with her school project.  Difficult to believe next year she will be entering high school.”

“Okay, Cindy.  My stomach is in knots, and although I’m not sure I want to hear what you have to say, it needs to be said eventually.”

“This isn’t easy for me either, you know,” she told him.

“I know that.  What’s up?”

“I’m seeing someone.  It’s starting to get serious, and I want to file for divorce,” she told him.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK” was all he could think to say for a minute.

“Who is he?  Have the kids met him?  Do they know what you’re doing here?”

“His name is John Sanderson.  He’s the pharmacist at the local drug store.  I met him when Buck had that infection a while back.  The kids met him, and they like him, and no, they don’t know why I am here, or that I am here.  I wanted to tell you in person.  I don’t expect things to move quickly, but I didn’t want it to come as a shock when you are served with the papers.”

“Do you love him?”

“I like him well enough.”

“That’s not what I asked.  Do you love him?”  She didn’t answer him and looked away.

“So you don’t love him.”

“He’s a decent man; he likes the kids, and he is good to me, and I’m tired of being alone.”

“Have you slept with him?”

“I don’t think that is any of your concern, Rowdy?”

“You’re right, and I really don’t want an answer because I don’t want a picture of you and some other guy in my head. Is lonely an excuse to hook up with some guy you don’t love?”

“Rowdy, I’ve been waiting for five years for you to decide that I’m more important to you than the damn music.  I’m not getting any younger and John is a good man and loves me.”

“I love you too, and I’m a good man.”

“Yes, you are.  I can’t deny that.  However, John Sanderson will be in my bed every single night of my life.  Can you say that?”

“Yes,” he answered so quickly he shocked her.

“Yes, then why haven’t you done it?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you wanted to give us another chance?  You know how I feel about you; I've never held back.  I have just been honoring that damn agreement you made me sign when we separated.  I didn’t want to jeopardize not being present in my kid's lives by pressuring you into something I didn’t think you wanted.”

“I always wanted you; I didn’t want the lifestyle.”

“Well, it seems we’ve been at cross purposes,” he told her.  “What will it take for you to forget about this and take me back?”

“You know the answer to that, Rowdy.”

“Okay.”  She watched him take his phone out of his pocket and dial a number. 

“It’s me.  I’m through, do whatever you have to do.  I’ll tell the guys.”  He dialed another number.

“Wes, are Joe and Jack with you?”

Wes replied, “Yeah; we're just winding down here in the bus. Are you with Cindy?”

“Yeah.  I wanted you to know I’m quitting as of right now.  I just called Jeb and told him to do whatever is necessary.  I won’t be back this time so don’t hold my spot.  I know what’s important now,” and he ended the call.

This time, he did what he wanted to do earlier, he went over to Cindy and took her in his arms.  They melded together like hot glue.

 The following morning, Cindy and Rowdy boarded a plane headed to the Midland Airport. He called Jeb to have a car waiting for him.

“I’ll do it this time bro, but don’t forget I don’t work for you anymore,” and laughed.

“Yeah, that’s going to take some getting used to,” Rowdy said.

Cindy told him “Welcome to the real world.” He laughed and his hand found her bottom, giving her a gentle pat.

                                  *******************************

Rowdy decided to throw a big bash for friends, family, and neighbors to celebrate their being back together.  He hired a party planner and told them what he wanted; barbecue,  beer, soft drinks, and a band that did covers of Rivers Rangers.  Wes, Jack, and Joe flew in for the event, so did Jeb, who commented that he’d done a good job organizing everything without help.  Cindy piped in that he hired a party planner but he did need lots of help and laughed.  Rowdy popped her bottom when no one was looking.

During the party, Rowdy tried getting around to greet everyone.  He went up to this one older couple and introduced himself.

“Hi, I’m Rowdy Rivers.  Welcome to the party.  I’m not sure I know you.  Are you new around here?”

“Fairly new.  I’m John Sanderson, and this is my wife, Emily.”

“John Sanderson,” he repeated. “John Sanderson, the pharmacist.”

“Yes, I met your wife when she was picking up a prescription for your son Buck.”

“I see, well welcome to the area.  Hope you’re enjoying yourself.  Be sure to stick around for the fireworks.”

“We plan to,” they told him.

Rowdy went off to find Cindy.  He found her in the kitchen mixing up a batch of margaritas.

“I just met the nicest older couple,” he told her.

“Oh really, who?”  



"John Sanderson and his wife, Emily.”

The color drained from her face.  He watched her start to squirm.

“Yeah, you better squirm.  You made up that whole damn story.”

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” 

He laughed.  “Yeah, it did.  It doesn't mean you are not going to pay the piper for that little charade. You put me through hell. Tonite, when everyone’s gone, and the kids are off doing their thing; you are going to get a spanking that’s going to light you up good. 

“Fireworks after the fireworks,” she said.

“You bet,” he told her.

“I can’t wait.”


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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Wednesday Words



Here's another story from my archives you may enjoy, it's one of my favorites.  It was a long story so I divided it into three parts. This is the second of the three parts. Come back the next  Wednesday to continue reading.

AND THE BAND PLAYED ON




FAST FORWARD TO PRESENT

He heard the chants and the foot stomping from the audience that brought him back to the present. He started to play and go through the motions, but she was the only thing he thought about. His mind continued to wander back to the beginning of their relationship again.

Cindy and Rowdy had made it ten years before they split. During that time, Rivers Rangers popularity continued to grow and every year it seemed Rowdy was home less and less.  Once in a while, she would travel with him, or meet him on the road for a couple of days until she couldn’t take it anymore and would retreat to Rivers Roost.  She hated he traveled so much and while she understood it, she didn’t like it. The first time he took her over his knee for a spanking came as a result of a fit she threw after one of the band’s concerts. Until then, he swatted her bottom frequently, mostly in fun.  She had the cutest little butt, and he had a hard time keeping his hands to himself around her. That changed that night in Little Rock.  The band had a three-day gig and instead of staying on the bus, Rowdy rented a hotel room so they could have some alone time. Everything was fine the first night, but the second night Cindy decided she didn’t want to attend the concert. She planned a sexy interlude with her husband and wanted to primp and be ready when he returned.  Unfortunately, that night Rowdy didn’t get back to the hotel room until the wee hours. Unbeknownst to him, the band manager arranged a photo shoot and an interview for a magazine after the concert.  When he finally arrived, Cindy didn’t hesitate to make her displeasure known.  Flying objects greeted him as he opened the door, while she ranted and raved accusing him of cavorting with the groupies that were always present.  He tried to get her to listen to reason and explain about the interview, but Cindy wasn’t interested and continued to carry on.  Once she ran out of objects to throw at him, she began pummeling him with her fists.  He walked away from her, but she followed and slapped him across the face accusing him of being a lying, no-good for nothing cheater. That was the last straw; he had it!  She needed a spanking and by damn she was going to get what she deserved!  Reaching for her and hauling her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he took her over to the bed, sat down and arranged her over his knee. Still clad in her sexy underwear, he wedged the black lace thong into her crack and let loose.  He peppered her bottom with spanks until he achieved a nice pink glow.  Cindy, hollering and kicking the whole time, didn’t deter him. The longer she carried on, the harder he spanked. His hand began to hurt, and he looked around for something to use other than his hand.  Nothing was handy.  Her whole bottom and upper thighs were red from his punishment, and he wondered how much longer she could withstand this assault on her fanny.  Finally, she stopped yelling, and he sensed she had enough. He gradually slowed the pace and ferocity of the spanks.

“Have you had enough?” 

“Yes,” Cindy answered in a voice so low, he barely heard.

“If I stop spanking and let you up, are you going to listen to reason?”

Again in a whisper, she answered “yes.”   Instead of spanking and letting her up, the hands that had just punished her bottom started rubbing out the sting and before long other bodily parts were receiving his attention. This was how most of their arguments were resolved.

                    *****************************************

In the final stages of pregnancy with Buck, she stayed behind and never toured with them again.  Instead, she waited for Rowdy to come home. When their daughter Ashley came along two years later, Rowdy surprised her by bowing out of the tour for the following year. 

Rowdy was glad to be off the road and settled into family life and ranching.  The first couple of months were bliss to Cindy. The kids loved having their daddy around, and Cindy loved having her husband in her bed every night. They fought like any other couples, mostly about Rowdy spoiling the kids and Cindy being so frugal, but the make-ups were fun. He would threaten to take her over his knee; she would act all indignant and fight him every step of the way, but she loved it, and those trips over his knee always ended with the most mind-blowing orgasms.

After about a year at home, Cindy began to notice Rowdy’s restlessness.  He dusted off his guitar, and he began playing occasionally.  He would hole himself up in the studio for hours. The other guys stopped by during a break in the tour and when they left he became really moody.  He was finding fault with everything and everybody.

“Stay away from Daddy.  He’s grumpy again.” He heard Buck say to Ashley.

He felt bad about his behavior. He loved his wife and kids, but it wasn’t enough, he missed making music.  He had spent a good portion of his life on the road, and he missed the music and the camaraderie with the guys.  Truth be told, he was jealous when the guys related stories of events that occurred on the road. The other guys didn’t have wives anymore; they were free to come and go without any familial responsibility.  Their spouses decided they didn’t like being married to someone who was never home, and even when they were home, road life often interfered with their family life.  There were still promotional spots, rehearsals, wardrobe fittings, photo shoots to get in before they took to the road again. The ever-present groupies and the fear that one day their loved one would give into the temptations constantly being offered didn’t help either.  None of them, except for Rowdy and Cindy, ever made it more than two or three years.

He tried talking to Cindy about his restlessness, but she didn’t want to hear it.  She didn’t understand why being with her, and the kids weren't enough to keep him happy. They started bickering at each other until finally, Rowdy made a decision he hoped would solve the problem.

 “I’m doing a weekend gig with the guys when they come through Dallas next weekend.” he told her.

“But next weekend is my Daddy’s birthday party,” she told him.

“Tell him I said Happy Birthday,” and he went out and slammed the door behind him.

She followed him out of the door, still hollering at him. He knew he was acting like a bastard, but he needed this.  It was only for a weekend and maybe he would see that it wasn’t what he wanted.

“That’s enough, Cindy.  I don’t want to hear any more.  I need a break.”

“What about me, when do I get a break?” she asked him.

“If you want a break, go now. I’m not leaving until Friday, so you have until Thursday.”

“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you, it takes away your guilt for going next weekend.”
                                                         
“Either go or don’t go, it’s your choice.  I’ll be here until Thursday.”

Cindy ran up to him, hauled off and gave him a hard kick in the shins.  He took hold of her and guided her over to the tack room.  He grabbed a set of leather reins, yanked her over a hay bale and started wailing on her behind.  She was kicking and yelling at him to stop.  Suddenly, he heard Buck’s voice.

“Daddy, stop, stop.  Don’t spank Mommy anymore.”  He stopped and threw down the reins.  Cindy stood up and went over to Buck and said it was alright that she and Daddy were just playing a game.  She hugged him tightly.

“Where’s your sister? Let’s go inside and get some lemonade and cookies.” Cindy told him.

She and Buck walked out of the barn and toward the house, passing Rowdy on the way.  He was leaning against the fence, staring off into space. She stopped.

“Next week when you go to Dallas, don’t come back here until you have made up your mind what you want.”  Rowdy couldn’t believe what just did.  He never spanked in anger, and he was angry.  Granted, her kicking him in the shins didn’t help, but still, he should have controlled his temper.  He never even gave thought to anyone being around and seeing him whipping his wife, much less his son.  He needed to talk to Buck about what he saw and apologize to them both.

He tried talking to Cindy, but she was too upset.  Luckily, things went better with Buck.

“Mommy and I were playing a game.  You know how sometimes when you’re playing with Ashley, and she’s asking you to stop, and you ignore her.  She doesn’t really mean it, just like Mommy didn’t mean it when she was yelling at me to stop.”

“That’s okay Daddy.  I know you wouldn’t hurt mommy.  You’re always huggin’ and kissin’ on each other.” With that, he ran off to play. Rowdy needed this time away, and he hoped to get his head on straight before he returned home.

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The weekend gig in Dallas was a mistake. When he rejoined the group, he realized what he had and what he was giving up. Unfortunately, fate stepped in and changed the course of his life.

It was true what was written and heard about roadies.  They were a determined group, and although it was fun at first to have such rabid fans; it soon lost its luster. Some of them would maneuver a band member into a compromising situation and then had a friend take a picture and sell it to one of the “celebrity” publications. Rumors of affairs and one-night stands that never happened were often the cause of many a marriage break up.

Wives and girlfriends had to have thick skins, and lots of trust in their guy and Cindy had that for years.  However, now she was older, and Cindy worried about the constant barrage of young, sexy girls throwing themselves at him.  Lonely guys often fell prey to temptation. Even though Cindy should have known better, when the story made the front pages of the “celebrity rags” that Randy Rivers of River's Rangers was back on the market, she still fell victim to believing the rumors.

When Rowdy explained it was all untrue, Cindy was too hurt to listen and told him she wanted a break. She said she would take the kids and move into town.  He didn’t want to uproot Cindy and the kids; so he moved into the foreman’s quarters on the ranch.  This arrangement allowed Rowdy access to his kids when he was home.  Cindy agreed that as long as he honored her wishes to stay away from the house, the children could stay with him when he was in town.  As hard as it was on him, and hoping she would eventually come to her senses, he had honored this agreement and hadn’t set foot in the main house since the split.

Buck and Ashley were devastated by their parents split. They got to spend time with their dad because he still lived at the ranch between road trips, but it wasn't enough.  Even after five years, they still wished their parents would get back together.  It's what Rowdy wanted too. Cindy still held his heart in her hands.


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Thursday, August 10, 2017

Wednesday's Words

Here's another story from my archives you may enjoy, it's one of my favorites.  It's a long story so I'm dividing it into three parts.  Come back the next two Wednesdays to continue reading.

AND THE BAND PLAYED ON


Today was the last day of a tour that took them through 42 states during the past eleven months. Both band and crew members were exhausted. It was grueling work – the crew had to put up and take down the equipment and stage effects every single day at each venue, and for the band performing on stage for two/three hours, a night under those blazing hot lights when temperatures often reached over 100+ degrees was anything but glamorous. Outsiders thought the life of performers was all glitz and glamor. That’s because they were looking at it from the outside in, not the other way around. Being on the road and away from home was not easy. The money was phenomenal, but it meant little sleep, lousy food and cramped quarters; and it was hell on relationships.

He looked out over the audience and even with the lights shining in his eyes, he saw her; he always played to one girl only.  However, this time, she was real, not the imaginary version he had pictured over the last couple of years.  Right now, he was not 44 years old but 26 and remembering.

SIXTEEN YEARS EARLIER

Rowdy bought a ranch, Rivers’ Roost, in the hill country of Texas. He planned to retire there once his musical career was over.   It was his place to unwind and forget about being a “country rock” star. During one of his extended stays between road trips, he met Cindy Travers.  Cindy was working behind the counter in Johnson’s Feed and Supply.   Born and raised in Odessa, she was a cowgirl in the real sense of the word, not the Hollywood version.  She was sweet and down to earth and had no idea that he was part of Rivers Rangers, a famous country rock group, which suited him just fine.  One of the things he loved about this part of Texas was that no one cared about his fame, 95% of them never made the connection, so he could live as normal folks did while he was there.  His dates with Cindy consisted of going on picnics, horseback rides, evenings at the drive-in theater, an occasional visit to one of the local bars if there was a live band, stuff he hadn’t done since he was a teenager.

On one of their nights out, a Rivers Rangers song was playing on the radio, and Cindy was singing along.  The DJ announced that the group, along with several other bands, were giving a concert for The Children’s Network at the Fort Worth Convention Center and that tickets were available.

“I sure would love to see those guys in concert.  I listen to them all the time. They are one of the few groups I would travel to Fort Worth to see."

“Really, do you know anything about them?” Rowdy asked.

“Other than they’ve been around a while and play great music, not much.  I know there're four of them, but I don’t even know what they look like.”

He loved her innocence and hoped that what he told her would not change anything between them.

“You’re right, Cindy, there are four of them.  Two of them are brothers and the other two childhood friends.”

“So you must like them too if you know about them.” Rowdy was still in awe of her naivete.

“Oh yeah, I know all about them.  If you want to go to the concert, I can get you a front-row seat and a backstage pass?”

“I would love it, but it would be too expensive.”          

“On the contrary, it won’t cost me a dime.”

“How can that be?” she asked.

“I’m Randy Rivers of Rivers Rangers.”

“No, you are not; your name is Rowdy.” Rowdy laughed.

“Yes, Rowdy Rivers but my real name is Randy.  Rowdy is just a nickname my mom gave me as a kid, and it stuck.  My longtime friends and all of my family call me Rowdy, but my given name is Randy. Think about it for just a minute. The name of my ranch is Rivers’ Roost, and my last name is Rivers.”

“But you’re so normal,” she told him.

“When I’m here with you, I’m normal.  My other life is anything but normal.  We’ll go to the concert, and you will see what I mean.”

She came to the concert and couldn’t believe how different everything was from home.  There were what seemed like thousands of people clamoring for his time and attention. Girls of every make and model were all throwing bras, and undies, trying to stuff things in his pocket, people pulling him this way and that for a picture.  She was overwhelmed and couldn’t wait to get out of there.  He saw the panic on her face and quickly had his manager remove her from the havoc and take her to a quiet place.

“How do you cope with this turmoil? This is craziness. She asked him when he finally joined her.”

“Yes, it is, but I wanted you to see what my life was like when I’m not with you.”

What Cindy saw was just a fraction of what usually occurred backstage.  Appalled didn’t even begin to describe the way she felt seeing the way grown men and women behaved. People were sniffing cocaine, smoking marijuana, drinking booze straight out of the bottle like a soft drink, lying on couches and chairs, in various stages of undress doing things that shouldn’t be done in public.  If she dressed or acted like some of those young girls, her daddy would have taken a strap to her backside and wouldn’t have cared that she was an adult woman.  So embarrassed, she couldn’t wait to get away from there.

On their way home after the concert, Rowdy asked what she thought.

“I loved the concert itself.  The music was fabulous, but I couldn’t believe some of the things that went on backstage and in the dressing rooms. I can’t believe people act like that in public. Thank Goodness, Rivers Rangers behave themselves."

“I don’t want you to think we are angels. Back when we started out, we were pretty raucous too.  We’ve just mellowed in the last five or six years,” he told her.

“I like the way you are now.  I could never be like those girls, and if that’s what you want or expect, I don’t think we should be together,” she told him.

“Believe me; that is not what I want anymore. As I said, I used to indulge when I was young, not because I necessarily wanted to, but because I could.  Now, the thought alone turns my stomach.  I can’t wait to get out of that scene after we’ve finished playing.  Trust me; it’s not what I want.  As a matter of fact, if you ever tried acting like any of those girls, or doing any of those things in public like that, I would bare your bottom and spank the devil out of you, right then and there.”

She giggled.  “You think I’m kidding?” he asked her.

“No, I giggled because earlier when I saw how those girls were carrying on, I said to myself that my daddy would strap my bottom if he ever found out.  I’m not sure he wouldn’t strap my bottom for being present while those things are happening.”

“He might do it, but he would have to stand in line behind me.”


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Saturday, July 29, 2017

Saturday Spankings





The last Saturday in July, and it's been a hot, hot summer here. How about where you are?  

Today instead of the norm, I'm featuring a boxed set that has just been released.  I've followed the rules and used a mere eight sentences to tweak your interest.


THE DOCTOR AND HER RANCHER: After 35-year-old Lauren Bancroft's parents are killed in a helicopter crash, she decides to take up the position of town doctor at a small township in Montana. On arrival she is greeted by the tall, handsome rancher, Trace Connors, chairman of the town council and owner of the Double Pines Ranch. 

FINDING HOME: Sally has grown up with Cade Collier and there has always been a special bond between them, a bond that has deepened over the years. But Sally meets Jake Raymond, a tall, good-looking cowboy who is interested in buying one of Sally's horses ... and he's also interested in her. 

A COWBOY'S LOVE: It is the late 1800's, and when Marsh Tucker discovers an overturned stagecoach, he takes the survivors, including the attractive young woman Grace Callahan, to his home at Winding Creek Ranch. Little does he know that Grace will be instrumental in changing his life. 

FINDING LOVE AT THE TRAIL'S END: Following the death of her mother, life takes a turn for the worse for Lily Rose. When her father succumbs to alcoholism, Lily is forced to run the family's mercantile business on her own. However, when handsome wagon train scout Johnny Billings takes a fancy to her, she seizes the opportunity to get away, and although he forbids her to accompany him on the Oregon Trail she finds a way to finagle her passage. 

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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Wednesday's Words



Here's another story from the archives.  It was titled What Wanda Wants, I love alliteration.


Wanda Carmichael was running away from home, well not really.  Although she was an adult woman, the idea of running away appealed to her, and she finally decided to do what she wanted. As a successful realtor, a board member of many civic organizations, chairwoman of at least five charitable events, she was stressed to the max.  The fact that she brought all the stress upon herself mattered not a whit.  Leaving a message on her phone, pinning a note to her door and after canceling the mail and the newspaper and she was off to a new life.

A couple of months back she traded in her sedate four-door practical Volvo for a sleek two-door Mercedes convertible.  Thinking back, as she backed the car out of the garage, this was probably the first sign of her rebellion.  Maybe rebellion was too strong a word, but from that day forward she became more and more disenchanted with the life she had created.

Raised in a small town with what is referred to as ‘midwestern values’, she escaped to a larger city after college and began her climb to success.  Many of those values were abandoned along the way as she became more and more successful.  At first, she was heady with success and the glitz and glamor of her ‘new’ world. 

Somewhere along the way, she acquired several lovers but they never quite measured up to her ideal man.  She left them behind, just like her values, and moved on to the next one.  Until Jason.

Jason McDowell was a volunteer at one of the civic organizations in which she participated.  As the organizer of one of the events to raise money, she had to work closely with him.  He was nothing special, at least, that was her first thought of him. He was like all the men she knew growing up - filled with midwestern values. His looks were quite average, his manner of dress strictly non-descript, he was much too nice and nothing like her idea of her ‘dream man.’

After working with him a while, she realized that the one thing that stood him apart from the rest was his commitment to a project.  She started to admire his zeal, the way he stood up for what he believed, his no-nonsense manner in dealing with others. She took notice of how he managed always to get his way, but in a way that was quite different from the usual way.  He didn’t bulldoze anyone into his way of thinking – well not so much that they’d notice.  He did it with charm and straight-out facts, a smile here, a handshake there and before you knew it, you were on his side.

The first time he asked her to join him for a cup of coffee, she said no. He was persistent because she said no ten more times before she finally gave in.  It took him a year to finally convince her to have dinner with him.  After their first dinner, she realized she enjoyed his company, so the next time he asked, she readily agreed.  Thus began their once a month dinners.  At their sixth dinner, he kissed her goodnight.  A simple peck on the cheek.  She pulled back after that – she didn’t want a romantic relationship with this man.  He didn’t meet her criteria; he was much too nice to give her what she craved in a lover.  ‘Why couldn’t he leave well enough alone?’ she asked herself.

He called several times, but they reverted to seeing each other at civic get-togethers and the occasional coffee or dinner date.  Wanda continued her quest to meet the perfect lover and soulmate.

Weeks turned into months and months into years and still Wanda hadn’t found her perfect partner.  She even stopped dating for a while.  Her vibrator could fill some of her needs and the rest she managed to tamp down and live vicariously through her dreams.Life was becoming more and more humdrum, and she began to question the meaning of it all.  She had everything she wanted, didn’t she?  Why was she unhappy? 

Then, one day, out of the blue, while she was in one of her daydreams, Jason McDowell’s image flitted into the dream.  ‘What the hell is he doing here?” she asked herself and immediately put him out of her mind.  For some reason, he kept creeping into her thoughts, not just daydreams but everyday thoughts.  She’d give him a call. 

Fate was working in her favor, or so she thought because she ran into him on the street.

“Hello, Jason, how are you? For some reason, you’ve been creeping into my thoughts lately, and I was going to give you a call.  How about one of our dinner dates? We can catch up.”

“Sounds good.  I’m free on Wednesday, how about if I meet you at Vincenzo’s?”

‘Okay,  7:30 okay with you?”

“Mind if we do it about six.  I have another engagement later that evening.”

“Sure, I’ll see you there at six.”

They chatted a few minutes longer and went their separate ways.  Wanda’s smile carried her through the rest of the days.  Even her secretary noticed how much happier she seemed the last couple of days.  Wanda could only attribute it to meeting up with Jason and looking forward to their dinner date.

She spent an unusual amount of time primping for their date.  When she arrived at Vincenzo’s, heads turned, but she didn’t notice and headed straight to the man who was standing and waving her over to a table in the corner. 

“You look lovely,” he told her as he kissed her cheek in greeting.  Suddenly, flushed and realizing butterflies were taking up residence in her tummy; she managed to thank him for the compliment.

“You’re welcome,” he told her and guided her into her seat.  ‘Such a gentleman,’ she thought to herself.  “I’ve taken the liberty of ordering your favorite cocktail. A Lemon Drop Martini is still your favorite cocktail, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she answered just as the server was setting it down in front of her.

“How did you remember that?”

“I remember many things about you.”

They ordered dinner, and before she knew what happened, he was asking for the check and saying he had to leave so he wouldn’t be late for his other engagement. 

“One would think you had another date because it’s pretty late for a business meeting.”

“It is a date, Wanda.”  He left it at that.

“You’re seeing someone?”

“Yes.”

“And yet you agreed to have dinner with me.”

“Yes, we’re friends.  At least, you made it seem that’s all we were to each other. So why wouldn’t I have dinner with a friend?”

“But you remembered I liked Lemon Drop Martini’s?”

He only smiled, and that’s when she remembered she always had the feeling he wanted more than friendship.  He walked her to her car, and she opened the door and stepped in.

“I hope we run into one another again sometime. It was great seeing you and catching up?” He took her hand to his lips and kissed it.  She turned on the ignition and pulled out into traffic. In her rearview mirror, she noticed he was still standing there watching.


Jason was uppermost in her mind for days afterward.  Although glad he was happy and had found someone he deserved; she realized she wanted it to be her.  ‘Was it that now he belonged to someone else and was no longer a puppet on her string?’ She had to find out. Maybe this relationship of his wasn’t what he wanted, and he was settling.  She remembered him watching her as she pulled away that night.  The wistful look on his face said more than his words.

She conjured up an excuse to call him and asked him to meet her.  He agreed.  Wanda arranged to pick him up and was surprised when he gave her his address.  For some reason, she always thought he lived in midtown in one of those old buildings.  Driving up to a gated community and giving his name to the attendant seemed surreal ‘He must be housesitting.’ She said to herself. 
Following the instructions of the attendant, she found herself entering a curved driveway lined with trees.  The house, although one story, sprawled out across the landscape and she realized it backed up to Lake Pleasanton.

He stepped out as she turned off the ignition and was there to open the door.

“Hello, Wanda.  I see you were able to find me.”

“Yes, good ole’ Mandy never lets me down.”

“Well, good.  Rather than going out I thought maybe we’d stay here for dinner. Is that okay with you?”

“Sure, as long as you don’t expect me to cook because it’s not one of my best traits. This is a beautiful house,” she said looking around.  She didn’t want to come right out and ask if it was his.

“I like it,” he said not offering anything.  “Come on out to the kitchen.  I’ll fix you a drink, and you can watch me cook.”

“A man of hidden talents,”  Wanda said.

“Not so much hidden as uncovered.  At least by you.”

“Hmmm,” was her only comment.  He fixed her a drink, and they raised their glasses in a toast.  “To Friendship,” he said.  “To forever friends,” she said.

“So, Wanda, why don’t you tell me why you really called?”

“I told you on the phone,”

“Wanda, do you think I don’t know when you’re not telling it as it is.”  She blushed.

“How do you manage to know me so well when I hardly know you at all?”

“I was paying attention,” he answered in his low, calm voice.  “Let me tell you what I think.  I think that finding out I was seeing someone else bugged you.  You are the kind of person that always wants what is out of your grasp, and now that I’m out of your reach, you find you want what you were so willing to throw away years ago.”

“You make it sound so unsavory.”

“It is in a way, isn’t it.  Anyway, did I hit the nail on the head?”

“In a way, but let me explain.  I liked you, still do.  But you are so nice.  Too nice for me. I didn’t want romance from you.  I like a particular kind of man, and you didn’t fit the bill.”

“What I didn’t have a prestigious enough career or have enough money or any of the other superficial things people think are important.”

“It’s not that at all.”  She could feel the color creeping up her neck and into her face.  “It’s just that I like a man who takes over, who doesn’t always let me have my way.”

“And you think I do that.  How about the time you wanted to change the rules for board elections, or the time you wanted to cancel the summer fair for the Boy’s Club, or the time you wanted to hire an outside consultant for the “Y” fundraising event.  Did you get your way?”

She thought back, and he saw the light go on in her brain.  “No, I didn’t.”

“And who was it that opposed you on all of those things?”

“You,” she whispered.  “Oh, my God.  I never realized.”

“You don’t have to be a thug to assert yourself, Wanda.  Believe me, I am domineering, I only do it in a different way.”

“Does it carry over to your personal life too?”

“Do you mean in romantic relationships and the bedroom?”

“Yes.” Her blush deepened.

“Show me,” she told him.

And he did, right after her told her he’d broken it off with his lady friend.  He told Wanda he realized it wasn't fair to Michelle to continue their relationship.  Their dinner had proven to him he was still in love with her.

They never had dinner.  Wanda learned just how wrong she was about Jason McDowell. She’d never had a lover as dominant as him.  He led her to places she never thought possible, and when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he brought out his bag of toys.He flogged her breasts, plugged her anus, clipped her labia, whipped her pussy and belted her ass until she begged for mercy and then he made her kneel to him and suck him dry.

When they were sated to the point of exhaustion, he asked her if she thought that maybe she was wrong about him.

“Oh my God, was I ever?’

After that night, she and Jason were inseparable.  She learned that everything she thought she knew about him was wrong.  He wasn’t housesitting – the house was his, as well as the company she thought he worked as an employee.  He was a self-made man who had struck it rich but determined that he would never lose his ‘midwestern values.’  He knew what was important in life and didn’t need all the outer trappings to make him happy. 

Six months later, Jason asked her to marry him.  It was a question; she wasn’t prepared to answer right away.  In his usual way, he bided his time, and when she didn’t give him an answer when he thought she should, he issued an ultimatum. 


“Get your ass over here right now, or I’ll come get you.  Then I’m dragging you down to the courthouse to get a marriage license, and if you fight me, I’ll raise your skirts and blister your bottom right there in the courthouse and then we’ll get married.  Is that what you want?”

Apparently, it was, she thought as she drove away.

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