Part 3a – Planes, Streetcars and Motorcycles
Streetcars and Motorcycles
The Adams left the charity fund-raiser at the same time as Mick and Tequila. They walked two-by-two down one of the curved staircases to the enormous lobby of the Royal York.
“My Uncle,” declared Tequila looking around, “Was Reeve of Burk’s Falls for a while and came here for some meeting. He claimed the entire town would fit into this lobby.”
Matt was beside Mick. “I was wondering if you’d be up to going to the Christie Antique Show Saturday. My ride has skipped out on me.”
“Ah, off to BC? It’s been a while, but sure. Two wheels?” Matt nodded. “You have a helmet?”
“I always borrowed one from,” his eyes shifted to Julia’s back, “…my ride.”
“No problem. That’s easier as I can mic it up before we go. You live at Yonge and Eg?” Matt nodded again. “You mind meeting me at Union Station? That way we get going faster and stay off the 401.” Mick wanted to avoid one of the world’s busiest highways on motorcycle. “Say 8?”
Julia who half-heard the conversation put her fingers in her ears. “I always hate it when he’s on a motorcycle.”
The Adams caught the Yonge subway home. It was the start of Thursday rush hour and with no seats available, they were standing face to face. Matt tried to keep his voice down.
“I wasn’t too happy with Steven clawing you in public,” he said.
“It wasn’t ‘clawing’. What’s the issue? After we got caught at work, I had to tell them we were having ‘issues’. They know him as my boyfriend.”
“My work friends don’t.”
She put a finger to his lips. “Shh. It wasn’t a big deal and besides, what was I supposed to do? He was doing it and he’s my boss.”
“Sexual harassment, Jules.”
“No it’s not. It’s consensual and even if it wasn’t, if I said anything I’d be blackballed in the industry. Rights or no rights.”
“I have to work with these people…”
“Okay, okay. Point taken.” The train had stopped for a while at a station and she started thumbing her phone. She looked up at him as the train started to move. “Since we’re off early because of the charity thing, and I’m going to the gym tomorrow night with Adrianna, I’m going out for a little while. I’ll bring in a late dinner.” The train stopped again, now at Bloor Street. She kissed her husband on the lips, said, “Bye baby.” Then squeezed herself through the crowd and was gone.
He knew where she was going: Upstairs to the Bloor train, then west…to Steven. But after dinner she did make it up to him.
The next day, Matthew received a NSFW posting from Julia. It was a picture of a woman on a bed with her head thrown right back, eyes squeezed closed with mouth open. A very muscular man was between her legs. The caption was:
“You make love to her,
“He fucks her brains out,
“Can't she have both?”
One night later, Julia met Adrianna at the Central Y and took her to the main desk where she was set up to have a MyFitness orientation set. “See you in a bit,” said Jules, waving her fingers at the tall French woman then she wandered up the open, center staircase that rose the entire height of the building, to the second floor Conditioning Room A. Slipping in ear buds, she then concentrated on a rotation through the various machines.
She was sweating and bobbing her head on one of the recumbent exercycles when a hand appeared out of nowhere and picked up her smart phone. Startled, she stopped pedaling and turned to the intruder. It was Adrianna.
“Oooh, Bruce Springsteen,” said the tall woman. “You like him, huh?”
Jules pulled out the bud on that side and replied, “Absolutely! I think he’s awesome! He’s coming to Toronto! At the end of the month he’ll be performing at the Invictus games!”
The tall woman moved closer to Jules. Much closer. She gently lifted Jules’ hair up and tied it. Then her fingers softly ran down Jules’ neck. She moved even closer. Jules could actually feel the heat of the other woman.
“So, are you going to see him?” asked the other woman. She continued to move closer to Julia, who could smell something sweet.
“Aah, no. It’s really hard to get tickets with the ‘bots’ scooping so many up. There’s no way I could get any tickets when they’re released and after that, they mark them up to make your eyes water.” Julia could now feel the breath of the other woman on her cheek. The skin was flawless, the dark eye became so close, that it was all Julia could see. Julia’s heart began to hammer in her chest and her breathing quickened.
“What if I could get tickets?” said the other woman. “Would you like to go?”
Julia was becoming beyond flustered. She could feel her face going red. She almost whispered, “That would be awesome, but you can’t get tickets…” She began to play with a rogue strand of her tied-up hair.
“What if I could get tickets?” The voice was now low and Jules could feel it on the side of her face. The voice became a whisper, with the full lips almost brushing the ear. “We could go on a date. Would you like that?”
“…yes...” breathed the shorter woman. “…I’d like that…”
“You’d like to go on a date? If I get them, would you do something for me?”
Jules had no idea where to look or how to react. She was beyond flustered. “…yes…what?...what could I do?”
The tall woman eased away from Julia. “We can talk about it tomorrow.” Now, suddenly, in a normal conversational tone she asked, “Aren’t we going on some sort of trolley ride tomorrow? When did you want to go? Where do you want to meet?”
Acting almost like a fish released into the water, Julia slumped. “Yes.” She took a moment to recover. “The Queen Street Streetcar. It’s world famous. You’re living down at Harbourfront, aren’t you? Where? Maybe can walk up from there, then go all the way east to the water plant and ride the way rest. We can hop on and hop off to do shopping and lunch. We can visit the Eaton Centre, Sack’s across the road and Queen West.”
“Sounds like a lovely time. I’m at…I think it’s called Harbourfront Centre? The terminal building?”
“Oh, those places are gorgeous! Are you on the south side overlooking the water?”
“My favorite part is the terrace that overlooks the harbor. My father is renting it from the owner otherwise I wouldn’t bother with something so expensive.” She tapped the screen in front of Jules. “Looks like you still have 10 minutes to go.” Then she walked away.
It took Julia a few more minutes to regain composure.
That was the moment Matt was looking at his tablet’s screen with some dismay. He’d never seen Melissa look so tired. There were bags under her eyes and she was pale. “Hey,” he said. “How are things?”
“Hey. Well,” the tired face replied, “Mom’s home and actually, she’s not bad. I put a bench in the shower and a seat on the toilet and we got a walker, so she can get back-and-forth all by herself. She needs help dressing. Grandma’s gone home, but that means I hafta pick her up to come here, then take her back home. Things really are getting better believe it or not.”
“Do you need me to come out and help?”
She smiled. He always loved to see her smile. It changed her whole face and he was constantly mesmerized by it.
“Aw, that’s sweet. But, Chrissie’s here for a short while, so that’s a help. I’ll be fine. Mom’s first checkup is in a couple of weeks. We’ll see how things are, then.” Chrissie was the sister from the far side of the continent.
He regarded her for a moment, wanting, no, needing something. “You visited there when you were kids, right?” he asked.
She nodded. “We’d come every summer for a few years.”
“What do you remember the best?”
She was quiet for a moment. “We went to the tip of Vancouver Island a couple of times to a place called Telegraph Cove. I think the population is like 14. It was wonderful to take a boat out and look for killer whales with all the trees and mountains in the background. We saw a humpback whale once, too. But mostly, I remember going to a beach. My mind says Jericho Beach or Kitsilano. Maybe it was someplace between the two, but there were all sorts of wild bunnies. We’d take some food and wonder up this path, to feed them. As kids, it was absolutely amazing. Now Grandma can’t walk to go there anymore.” Her eyes were moist. His attempt to cheer her wasn’t as successful as he’d hoped.
After they’d signed off, Matt sat there quietly. Where was he going? What was he doing? He’d fallen for the woman who was so different from his wife in so many ways. But she had made it clear that she wasn’t a fling. She was a ‘full meal deal’ girl. He had made a show to her of explaining how his marriage was over, but then, after staying with her and sleeping on the couch for less than a week, she’d gone a 5 hour flight away. His wife, meantime, seemed to be doing her best to pull him back. His gorgeous wife. The woman he’d pledged his life to. The woman who’d indulged his kinky fantasy and was now entangled with her boss.
That pretty-boy fuck-head.
What the shit was he supposed to do?
Out of nowhere, he had a thought that one day he’d take Mel to see the bunnies in Kitsilano.
Saturday morning, Matt was outside Union Station when the red and lime green motorcycle arrived. The spare frame and flat top couldn’t have been more different from Mel’s red-wrapped streamlined, upright machine. The gas tank read, “Moto Guzzi.” Mick handed him a helmet and the two were off.
“Mel didn’t have these microphones,” Matt said appreciatively. “It was tough to hear her and she wouldn’t turn around unless we were stopped.”
They had settled down and the passing landscape turned from concrete to green. Since he could, Matt felt like he needed to have a conversation.
“So, if you don’t mind my asking, how’d you meet Tequila?”
There was a soft chuckle in Matt’s helmet. “Well, my wife had recently passed away and I was feeling rather lonely so I went down to Moss Park looking for some comfort. I circled a few times and the one hooker who stood out for me was…and if you tell this joke in front of her, she’ll have me singing soprano.” They both chuckled. “No, the first part is the same, but to get out of my comfort zone I took a Thai cooking class at the Big Carrot. She was another student and we somehow started this impromptu comedy routine that had everyone in stitches for the 4 nights of the course. The rest, as they say, is history. We really are, just friends. How about you? Where’d you meet the stunning Ms. Julia?”
Matt told Mick of the story, including saving her from the attempted rape, and soon they were at the Christie Conservation Area.
When the streetcar arrived, Jules handed Adrianna something that looked like a credit card.
“It’s a transit day pass,” she explained. “We can jump on and off whenever we like.”
“Aw, thank you so much. I’ll buy lunch! There was a large setup of tents and tables outside my building and along Queens Quay this morning. Do you have any idea what that was about?”
Julia thought. “Word On The Street, I think. It’s supposed to be a celebration of reading. There will be a lot of authors and publishers there. “After a pause she said, “I wonder if my favorite author will have a book out: Mike Crosse Jambe-Amourex.”
They got on the big red streetcar and moved as far back as they could. As soon as they were settled, Adrianna got out a hair tie and did up the long, soft blond hair. Fingers softly rubbed the back of Jules neck.
“Why do you always do that?” asked Jules. She looked at the lush, black mane that stropped at the other woman’s shoulders.
“I told you, to show off your beautiful swan neck and your pretty face.”
They had much the same introductory conversation as Mick and Matt. Then, Jules wanted to know what her companion did to look so fit.
“I’m the athlete in the family,” was the reply. “I did some martial arts when I was younger, but concentrated on track-and-field in school. I’m interested in seeing some of the Invictus games after you mentioned it. And you? Those great, toned legs aren’t from sitting around.”
Jules blushed. Why? “I try to keep in shape at the gym. When I was little I took dance and gymnastics.” Then with pride, “I actually won a ribbon at the rec centre for my floor routine.”
That seemed to trigger something in Adrianna. She pulled out her phone, swiped a bit and showed her companion the screen.
“You got them!” squealed Julia. It was the Bruce Springsteen tickets. “How?”
“Shh. Family connections,” feigning conspiracy. “Now I know what the payment for the tickets is.” Jules looked quizzical. “I want you to try out an activity with me which is like your gymnastics, and it’s also to music. It’s like circus performing.”
“Oh, I love the Cirque du Soleil! Have you seen them? They just opened a new show in the Portlands and Matt’s not interested in going…” And so the conversation went.
Mick was looking at a bunch of glass objects like lightbulbs at one of the Christie vendor’s tables.
“Aren’t those vacuum tubes?” asked Matt over his shoulder.
“Yeah. The first computer had something like 18,000 of them. I remember, our old TV had them and once in a while my father had to get them replaced when they burned out. You didn’t always know which one, so he had to take them to a store and test ‘em to see which ones were blown, then buy the replacements. Imagine going to a store and testing 18,000 tubes.” He chuckled, and then picked up what looked like a tiny hat, with three wires sticking out. "They were replaced by these: Transistors. The greatest invention of the 20th century. They’ve shrunk since and been put onto microchips. You’ve probably got the equivalent of 5 billion transistors in your phone. Just imagine going to the store…” They both laughed.
Matt wondered over to one both with a lot of maps, and started thumbing through them. The sudden loud “SLAP!” on Matt’s shoulder startled both of them and they turned to a very tall man with glasses and a short, greying beard. Matt smiled, the man lifted a clear envelope with a piece of paper inside and Matt squinted at it.
“Where’s your wife?” asked the man.
“She’s in BC on a family matter. Is that really number 1!?”
“Oh, yeah. Saved it just for her. You can check on eBay if you want, but I can let her have it for… two hundred.”
“Number 1! 1957! Where’d you get it?”
“That’s my secret.” He put on a wide grin. “If she’s not here, then I just covered you for your anniversary present.”
“I don’t have much cash, so…credit?”
“One-fifty cash,” said Mick.
“Hey!” yelled Matt. They both turned to the older man.
“One-seventy-five, final offer. But I should be looking after my good customers. Who are you?” smiled the man.
“Done. I’m the brother-in-law,” said Mick, holding out his hand. He looked at Matt, “I figure you’re good for it.” They all laughed.
When Mick and Matt walked away, the older man turned and asked, “So what the fuck was that all about? Julia isn’t in BC, it’s Melissa’s that’s in BC.” He looked at the object through the envelope. “You’re paying one hundred and seventy-five bucks for a CHUM chart!? The listing of the week’s hits on an old pimply-teen radio station?” He thought for a moment, “Is that still going?”
Matt shrugged. “You know, it’s one of those situations. Mel deals with him a lot and he assumed we were married. It’s now beyond embarrassing to say anything. And the charts are something she inherited off an uncle and, you know her, she’s determined to complete the set. Normally she spends 8 bucks at most, but I know this is the price of this one. Very rare. It’s the very first from May whatever, 1957. Good condition. When I researched it, there is apparently something on iHeartradio that uses the same name. I just want to give her something to cheer her up…” He spotted something. “And I won’t do that.” He pointed.
“Barbies?” exclaimed Mick, looking at another dealer's table. “She’s into girlie Barbies? No!”
“That’s mostly why we come to the shows. She really is a big kid at heart.”
The women had made it to the Queen Street West shopping area. Julia noted that it wasn’t what it used to be as chain stores had started to move in and displace the gritty, more interesting shops. Still, there was plenty to see and shop. They’d already done the Eaton Centre, which looked nice, but malls in big cities can all be the same. Sack’s across the road from it had been available to Adrianna in New York. They had already been to Common Sort in Riverside, where the funky action seemed to be moving. By the time they hit Durumi, things were interesting again.
In one store, Jules had spotted a beautiful short kimono-style cover. There were various colors so they held each up against Jules until they reached the red one.
“That’s yours,” Adrianna said definitively. Jules loved the butterflies and the feel. It was short. And sexy. Adrianna had found one in blue that was more her height.
“This is mine,” she declared. Jules looked at the price.
“Maybe we’ll come back to this,” she said, hiding her disappointment.
They reached Tryst, and wandered around looking at the sexy under things. Lacy things. Suggestive things. Things called Lickstarter, with pictures on panty crotches, and Hanky Panky. Jules stopped when she saw Blush Heart’s Desire and had an idea.
“I’m going to pick some things up here,” she said.
“Sure, I’ll be right back,” replied Adrianna, walking out the door. There was a palpable change in the store staff when the commanding brunette left. But, because they were clearly together, they gave Julia their full attention.
By the time they handed Julia the bag, Adrianna was back, also with a bag. She pulled a corner out to show Julia. It was the blue kimono. “Lovely!” squealed Julia, trying not to be jealous.
“Keeping up with your shopping has made me hungry,” the tall woman said. “Where am I buying lunch?”
“Well,” said the petite blond in mock concentration. “To do the full experience, there is no discussion. We have to go to the Queen Mother!”
Before finishing up for the day, Julia popped into a flower shop for a moment, and came out empty handed.
The motorcycle hadn’t been long on the road when Matt brought the subject up. “I usually pay for lunch, since Mel pays for gas. We usually do Tim Horton’s.”
“The one at Clappison’s Corners? Why don’t you buy me a coffee? I need the jolt. Then we can head back to my place. I’ve got fixins for tramezzino and I’ve gotta walk Bernini.”
“Love to. What’s with all the Italian stuff?
“When we got married, my wife and I went to Rome. She fell completely in love and we became obsessed with all things Italian.”
“So Thai cooking was a big deal.”
When they reached the Beach neighborhood, Matt said, “Any chance we can stop at a wine store?”
He was in and out in no time and five minutes later they entered a house that was facing green space, beyond which was a board walk and then the lake that looked like an ocean. As soon as they entered the house, Mick brought Matt to a basket on the floor containing a shaggy blond ball.
“Sit, Bernini,” said Mick. Nothing happened. “Stand, Bernini.” Same result. “Lie down, Bernini.”
“I was waiting for that one. It seems to work.”
Mick grinned. Then he put a small harness on the floor. “Bernini! Andiamo!” The ball popped up, waddled to the harness and more-or-less stood on it so all Mick had to do was fasten it up on the little dog’s back.
They didn’t spend long in the green space across the road for the dog to finish. Mick nodded in one direction, “The single most effective method of birth control: Socks and Birkenstocks.” While Mick cleaned up after Bernini, Matt watched a gaggle of fit girls jog by. He was clearly admiring the view. Something caught his eye and he turned to another man, clearly enjoying himself as well. They grinned knowingly at each other.
“Yoga pants,” declared the man. “The most important invention of the twentieth century.” Matt looked confused for a moment.
Returning to the house, the two men put together sandwiches on triangular bread and grilled them up in the kitchen.
“I brought this,” said Matt handing over a brown bag. Mick pulled out the bottle.
“Prosecco, eh? You do realize that she is arguably the world’s expert on champagne?” he said, referring to Mel. “I’m the opposite. I have a wine for each food and a different kind of glass for each wine. I’m anal about wine, she’s anal about everything else so she makes it easy on herself with the wine. Would you like this, or a beer or a glass of red? ”
“Whatever you’re having.”
They took the food, their glasses, a bottle of red and a bottle of white up through the house and sat on a balcony above the front porch overlooking the view to the lake. There was shade and a good view. The quiet was amazing for Matt. It was the same city that had the noise, constant construction and crushing population of Yonge and Eglinton.”
“You forgot the special glasses for the white,” teased Matt.
“That’s for you to make friends with.”
They weren’t out for long when they heard noises on the balcony on the neighboring house. The two buildings were virtually touching.
“Bonjour, Georgine!” called Mick. “Tu veux un verre de vin? [would you like a glass of wine]”
“Oui!” came the reply. And in a thick French accent, “I’ll get a glass. I broke zee other one.”
In short time, an old woman with a shaved head poked her face around the screen and waved a small tumbler of colored glass.
“Georgine, this is Matthew. He’s a friend of Melissa’s. Matt, do the honors?” And he handed over the white wine.
As Matt poured, the woman looked at him. “You know Melissa? So special. She is a beautiful girl, who can do anything a boy can do.”
“That’s all true,” said Matt.
She looked at him. “Are you married, Matthew?”
Caught by surprise, Matt was flustered a bit before he replied, “Yes. Yes, I am.”
She had closely watched his reply. “Happily married?” she asked. Matt turned red.
For a second time that day, there was a slap on Matt’s back.
“Georgine!” said Mick. “Matthew’s lunch is getting cold!”
“Ah, oui. Merci. Cin cin!” she said, raising her glass and bustling into the house.
“À la vôtre, [to your health]” called Mick. He turned to Matt, “She’s all by herself and we have this little ritual where, if she catches me with wine, she gets some. Simple pleasures.”
Matt’s phone buzzed. He checked it to find a message from Jules, “Remember, I’m out tonight.” He didn’t and was pissed. The phone buzzed again. “Adrianna has a private box available to the Jays game tomorrow. Wanna go?”
Jose Bautista’s last game as a Blue Jay at Rogers Centre! Of course he did!
Matt got home well before dark. He walked to the corner of the rented condo and looked out. The sun was setting behind the large building across the road. Lights were coming on below. There was lots of activity. He didn’t feel like being part of it and ordered a pizza and phoned the concierge to advise it was coming. That’s when he noticed the flowers in water on the table. He walked over and looked at the attached card, “Happy anniversary. S.” He thought he recognized the hand writing, but couldn’t remember seeing anything written by Steven before.
Before the pizza arrived his phone buzzed. It was a WhatsApp picture from Jules of a selfie by a woman pulling her dress up showing long legs in white stockings or pantyhose. The caption was, “Owned by another man, your wife never looked so hot.” He wasn’t feeling it and put the phone down. The pizza arrived and he settled down to eat and watch the game.
His phone buzzed again. This time the picture was another selfie of presumably, the same woman from the back with her dress hiked all the way up to mid waist. She was wearing white stockings, garter belt, panties and bustier. It made Matt think of a bride. The caption was: “I am giving him something special tonight. It will be his first time. Since he is so big, it’s like my first time. It’s like he’s taking my virginity again. It is like a wedding night. Do you like my bridal outfit?” With a shock, Matt realized that the woman was Julia. She was giving Steven her ass.
“Uh uh uh uh oh ooh
“why'd you have to go-oh
“away from home
“I feel like I'm drowning in the ocean
“somebody come and take me away
“Why you leave me, wuh why you leave me
“baby tell me beh baby tell me
“why you leave me, wuh why you leave me
“Uh uh uh uh oh ooh
“why'd you have to go-oh
“away from home
Part 3b – Planes, Streetcars and Motorcycles
In the morning, Matt woke up and tried to get his bearings. He remembered pulling down the cooking rum and…now he was in the spare room. Jules was beside him. She stirred with his movement and turned to face her husband. He couldn’t help but wonder at the beauty of the woman. No matter what time of day, no matter what she was wearing or doing. What a creature. She smiled at him.
“I have something special for you,” she teased. Ever so slowly the sheet that covered her started sliding down. Sever so slowly, the sheet revealed…a white bra strap…white bustier…white garter belt…white panties…white garters…the incredible sexy gap below the panties...and the tops of white stockings. “He’ll be mad,” she said. “But it will be our little secret. My husband thought this was all for him on our wedding night. But I want to give it to you.”
Matt was hard. Very hard.
Staying on her front, she took her husband’s pillow, lifted her waist, slid the pillow under her hips and wiggled her ass back-and-forth. “It wants a real man,” she whispered. “Are you a real man?” Her hand slid over, into his boxers and wrapped around him. “Hmm. Feels like it.” Her head turned and with her other hand she reached for a tube. “Here, get me ready.”
Matt couldn’t resist. He pulled the panties down and lay on his wife. The warmth and softness of her body added to the strain in his cock. He took the tube and was soon sliding into a tight warmth. It was much tighter than her well-used cunt. He couldn’t believe how good it felt and he rode the woman’s behind for as long as he possibly could.
Later, as he lay exhausted, it occurred to him: Why wasn’t she loose?
By noon, as they got ready to go to the ballgame, Matt noticed he’d missed a message the night before. It was another couple of perfect, naked bodies wrapped into each other. The caption read: “My husband is everything. Other men are foreplay.” He snorted.
It was a perfect day for a ballgame. Summer had been a big disappointment but the end of September was as hot as most Toronto July or August days. The dome roof was rolled back and the box was amazing. Later in the game, some of the sold-out crowd had to retreat up the aisles to escape the unseasonal heat. The box also had easy access to a bar, as well as an air conditioned area; it also had Matt’s one-and-only Jewels and the breathtaking Adrianna. But it also had Steven. Matt had somehow missed that memo. The seating arrangement kept changing somehow so that Jules was always between the other two, and Matt was always on the outside.
It was pleasant, as Adrianna kept asking reasonable questions. And it was exciting as Jose Bautista had a standing ovation every time he was at bat, then doffed his cap and left for a replacement fielder after one out in the bottom of the ninth. As a surprise bonus, the home team won the game.
Steven roared himself hoarse. “He’s been shit most of this year, but he’s one of the best all time!”
After the game, the quartet threaded its way through the crush and then to escape it, they walked up to Queen Street.
“We can go to Jack Aster’s at Dundas Square,” suggested Steven.
They were walking past City Hall and the concrete chess boards. Adrianna stopped to admire the setup. Matt walked over to her to explain, “The tables are permanently here and chess hustlers will play any body or rent out the board and their pieces.” Steven was watching—remembering his treatment at the charity event. He walked over.
“Do you play?” he asked the tall woman. She shrugged. “Wanna play?” Her eyes bored into his.
Matt paid the owner while the two sat down and started to set up. Jules hung at Steven’s shoulder. Was it for support? Was it to watch Adrianna?
“Queen takes her own color,” the Frenchwoman said.
“What?” Steven asked, looking confused.
“You’ve setup your queen on the wrong square,” said Matt. “They actually face each other.”
“Oh, sure, sure,” said the man as he quickly changed pieces around.
The game did not last long. When, on her second move, the woman pulled out her queen, Matt smelled a “Scholar’s mate.” And when the end came, Steven sat and stared at the board. Julia was silent, bent down and kissed his cheek. Inwardly he said to himself, “That’s two, bitch.”
On Monday, Matt’s NSFW message had the familiar-looking couple with the caption, “If your man can love you, and love your pleasure, wherever you need to find it, never let him go.” He immediately erased it.
Later in the day, he turned his chair in Mick’s direction to look at the man sitting at his cubicle. The same cubicle Mel had worked at not so long ago.
“Julia's away Friday night and Saturday night. Are you up for doing something?”
“Sure,” said the other man, turning. “Saturday, why don't you come down to the Beach? If we have to come into work, it’s pretty quick.” Matt nodded. “We’ve got: a classic dive in Captain Jack the regulars—including ex-pornstars, ex-athletes and Neil Young's brother—call it 'the hole.' There’s a vegan place in Castro’s Lounge; cheap food at the Fill Station—just don’t show up the wrong night if you’re a chick; a Firkin pub, just like all the rest of the chain; the historically-designated Whitlock’s; the cute-named Lion on the Beach with the cheapest burger special this side of Micky D’s; and Salty Dog, which is a classic sports bar with a better class of folks than Jack’s. Pick one.”
“Salty Dog.” No hesitation.
“Good choice. Come and get me and we’ll head over whenever you want. We can watch…whatever game.”
It was dark when Jules got home that night. She’d “worked late”, then spent some extra time with Steven. He had really been in a mood lately. Julia couldn’t do anything right at work and when she was with him, he was hard to be around. The condo felt empty. She couldn’t remember what Matt was up to. Maybe she’d forgotten to tell him about what she was doing tonight and he’d gone out in a huff. Pulling her pumps off, she unzipped her skirt and walked into the bedroom fiddling with her bracelet.
Suddenly, she let out a loud screech as she was lifted and dumped face-down on the bed with a body landing on top of her. “No!” she tried to yell, but the weight constricted her chest.
“Shut the fuck up, cunt,” said a muffled voice at her ear. “No, is not a word you say to me.”
She was pinned down and couldn’t breathe. “Please don’t hurt me,” she grunted as best as she could.
“Don’t get mouthy, bitch,” said the voice, which somehow seemed familiar. The weight lifted off her, her unzipped skirt was roughly pulled up as far as possible and her panties were practically ripped off. Well, actually, they twice got caught and were clumsily pulled down her legs…then sort of peeled off her feet.
“You’re just a piece of fuckmeat to me,” said Matt. “And you’re not the only one.”
She was somehow flipped over…with her help. The man, wearing a balaclava, unzipped his pants fell on her and rammed his stiff rod into her. No, he didn’t, that was the intention. He tried to push his flaccid penis into her. That’s when Julia started to giggle. He fumbled a couple of times and tried to use his fingers to push the offending member up, into her moist cunt. With zero luck.
That’s when Julia started laughing. And couldn’t stop. Her laughing filled the room. Matt stood up, feeling humiliated that he was being laughed at for not being able to perform in a manly fashion.
Julia sensed his feeling, stood up, and pulled the balaclava up until only his mouth was showing. She gently kissed her husband. “I’m not laughing at you for not being hard. If you were such a man that could rape someone, I wouldn’t be able to love you like I do.” She kissed him again and pulled the face covering back down. Then she slowly slid to her knees.
“Now, let’s see if we can give you a head start, as it were, and try again.” She took him into her mouth.
The next evening, Julia and Adrianna walked into a seedy looking old warehouse. The entrance was clearly makeshift with a half-assed paint job and bare concrete floors. Julia wasn’t sure about this. But then they walked through another door to find soaring ceilings with ribbons hanging on rings all the way down, and people milling around in tight clothing. Almost all were women.
“Welcome back! Again!” said a beefy woman covered in tattoos with piercings in her eyebrows, nose and ears. “You’re becoming a regular. Hi, I’m Barb,” she said to Julia.
The room was setup for aerial silks, a type of circus performance where the performer is high above and controls themself by tying up in ribbons that hang all the way to floor. Julia had come to pay off her bet on the Springsteen tickets.
“So, you want to watch for a bit? Try something out? Just tell me, honey.”
Julia opted to watch first, as Adrianna went over to a set of silks with a partner to watch her, and began climbing two stories up. Jules couldn’t watch. But she did watch one pair in rehearsal. They played music and with the two at various heights, they would let go with their hands, as they were supported by the ribbons on their legs, or tumbled down until the ribbons stopped them, or soared together way above. Julia thought it was lovely. Someone demonstrated for her one of the more spectacular moves, the flat split roll-up. Julian couldn’t help but think of Cirque-du-Soleil.
“I want to try,” she told Barb.
With Barb on one side and Adrianna on the other they showed her how to climb. “Gonna hafta work on the upper body just a bit, Honey,” said Barb.
After a while, it was clear Julia was better than average. “You must have been in gymnastics." She did get tangled up twice and as she laughed, they showed her how to count and how to ensure things weren't too tight.
She was getting tired, but Adrianna wanted to try a duet move. She climbed above Julia on the same ribbons, tangled up her legs and hung upside down, arms dangling.
“She’s the base, you’re the flyer. Go up and hang onto her, Honey,” Barb prompted.
Julia pulled herself higher, wrapped the ribbons around her as she was told, and looked up at Adrianna. Then down. She froze.
“It’s okay, Honey. The ribbons have you. Try to reach your friend.”
Julia looked up. Adrianna was smiling at her with arms outstretched. “Come,” she said. Julia managed to put one arm up and hold the other woman’s arm as she was instructed. But she couldn’t let go of the ribbon with the other hand.
“Trust me,” said Adrianna. Julia felt the strength of the woman above her flow down. She let go of the ribbon and grabbed the other arm. “Now shake off the ribbons.” She did. She was flying two stories up just holding Adrianna. She felt the rush. Owning it, she bent one knee and stretched the other leg full behind her to really look like some flying sprite. There was whooping and clapping from far below. It was amazing.
When they were down, Barb said to the two. “That was great. I have a simple routine for Halloween to the theme from “Dead Silence”. You two could be a puppet and puppet master. What do you think?” She didn’t really need to ask.
Matt said goodbye to Jules Friday morning and told her to have a nice time. Jules met Adrianna at the Hospital for Sick Children late in the afternoon. Adrianna hung in the back ground and made sure to stay out of the reporters’ pictures, but she had been responsible for bringing cancer-stricken children from war-torn areas to the hospital for treatment. Jules watched with moist eyes as the tall woman glided effortlessly, yet purposefully through the room, like some magnificent creature gliding through water.
Before they left, the tall man from the charity event appeared.
“Hoolia, may I introduce my brother, Normand. Normand, this is Julia Adams. Her husband is responsible for AME, that investment thing that Papa is interested in.” They exchanged pleasantries.
“’Hoolia’?” asked Normand.
“Of course,” his sister replied. “How else do you pronounce the name in Spanish?”
“But I’m not Spanish,” giggled Julia.
Afterwards, a car took them to the Island airport and they did indeed board a float plane. The trees were well into their fall colors around the lake when the plane touched down into the water of an area some call “The Hamptons of the North”. It taxied up to a house that took Julia’s breath away. The “cottage” was a huge three story wall of glass toward the lake. Lights were on so she could see the open expanse of the rooms, as well as the tasteful way the outside and inside blended together. The Adam’s condo would have been one small corner of one floor.
Once into the house, Julia was introduced to an older, very elegant couple. What she didn’t notice was the surprise each had on meeting her, which they quickly hid. The woman was taller than the man. She was Adrianna with short white hair and wrinkles that, if possible, made her even more distinguished. She was lovely and dressed and groomed to absolute perfection. The man was slightly stooped and moved slowly, but he had an active intelligence to his face that Julia found amusingly mischievous. They were the parents of Adrianna and Normand: Normand senior, the head of the large French firm and his wife Adelise. There was also a good-looking, tall, dark man, perhaps in his mid-forties, who hung back until he was introduced as Jamie.
They had dinner together in the soaring dining space. Jamie brought over the food and Julia thought she was in a six-star restaurant, if there was such a thing.
“My apologies,” said Jamie with a slight accent as he sat down beside Julia, across from Adelise and Adrianna. “I could only work with the ingredients I could find.” The two Normands were at opposite ends of the table.
The dinner conversation was pleasant. “Are you into sports at all,” asked the older Normand of Julia. Adrianna rolled her eyes. “You’re quite the trim young lady.”
“I don’t have much time now, but I was into dance and gymnastics when I was a kid.”
“Do you know about Ada?” he asked. Then he continued not waiting for a reply, “She was into Taekwondo when she was younger and gave it up.”
“The electronic scoring changed it as a sport and took the life out of it. It was really quite stupid to watch,” interjected his daughter.
“Then she concentrated on the heptathlon. Do you know what that is? She has to run short and long,” his head went back and forth then counted on his fingers. “Jump high, jump hurdles, throw a ball and throw a spear. Do you know, she was almost in la Jeaux de la fancophonie? And the woman who went wasn’t even French!” Julia looked puzzled.
“Olympic type competition for French-speaking countries,” Adrianna again interjected. “And no, I didn’t almost make it. And Antoinette Nana Djimou is an amazing athlete and you don’t have to be born in France to be French.” The old man shrugged.
“Where is Sela?” asked Adelise. The younger Normand looked at Julia.
“My wife is an obstetrician at Mount Sinai Hospital,” he explained. He turned to his mother, “She is on call Maman.”
“But you took time out of your busy schedule to see your mother. How sweet,” the older woman kissed in her son’s direction. She looked at Julia, “Nommy is also at Mount Sinai doing,” she waved her hands, “Some research.”
“Genetics and reproduction. At the moment I’m working on the egg membrane and how it prepares itself for fertilization. We are all ready for human trials.”
“I wish you could do something for Sela’s fertilization,” sniffed the mother. Adrianna again rolled her eyes.
“Where are you from?” Normand senior asked Julia.
“Halfway between here and Toronto on Lake Simcoe. A place called Barrie. After I went to school, my folks moved to Kingston.” Frowns all around. “It’s at the start of the Saint Lawrence River? Thousand Islands?” The frowns cleared.
“How are you spending our money?” the old man asked his daughter.
“Hoolia was with us when we greeted the poor children at the Children’s Hospital,” she replied. There were frowns again when they heard “Hoolia”.
“You know,” started Julia, “There was a park near us that vandals had pretty much destroyed. A family trust stepped in and, without big advertising of their name, had it rebuilt. I think there’s a lot of underprivileged schools that would just love to have some money for school instruments, outings, a number of things.” She trailed off as she looked around at the family staring at her.
“Would you like to help me?” asked Adrianna.
“I apologize that you ended up in a family conversation,” twinkled the older man to Julia.
“This is nothing,” she replied. “You should be around my mother’s family at Christmas.” They all laughed.
Adrianna looked at Julia and said, “Canoe canoe a canoe?”
Momentarily confused, Julia then smiled, “Sort of. Canoe?”
“I don’t know if I can—I want to find out if I can tomorrow.”
Julia and Adrianna helped Jamie clear up, then the two women donned light jackets and wandered outside. Away from the house, Jules looked up. She was awestruck. An arm went around her shoulder and her hand was pulled around a waist.
“What do you see?” asked Jules companion.
“Stars. Where we live now, we see maybe two stars and the moon. It’s incredible. I miss it so much.”
She turned to the tall woman. “Ada?”
“Family name.” Julia felt a squeeze on her shoulder. “Call me Ada, Hoolia. It sounds so nice when you say it.”
Julia snuggled into Ada. “I like Hoolia.”
Matt was in bed with his tablet when he started getting message from Jules.
“Wow!” Was the first, with a picture of a huge glass mansion with sloped roof, surrounded by trees.
“The cottage is on Lake Rosseau!” said the second.
“The neighbors are Cindy Crawford, Doug Gilmore, Goldie Hawn, Kurt Russell!”
“Tom Hanks has been spotted around here!”
Then, after a pause, another one of those pictures arrived. No, it was different. The pose was similar, but it was Julia and Steven. The caption was, “Share her. Watch her. Love her.”
He turned the machine off and rolled over.
“Whump!” went the pillow as it landed on Julia’s head.
“Get out of bed, girl!” Ada demanded. “You’ve got to say goodbye to Maman and Papa and I’m not missing this morning for anything.” Julia groaned as Ada went back to her room, but she reluctantly complied.
After seeing the parents off and having breakfast, the two women were quietly paddling around the lake, Julia in front. She loved the quiet and the wildlife. They’d seen deer, heron and a bear. The leaves were well into their color change, with orange and red highlights in the green. It was so different from Yonge and Eglinton. But this was not her current life.
“Sooooooo,” said Ada behind her. “Who’s Stevennnnnnnnnn?”
Julia half turned, “Oh, he’s my boss.”
“C’monnnn. Spill. Tell me. Is he your lover?”
Julia sighed. “Wellllll, I call him my boyfriend. I know you French have this concept of ‘lover’, but…”
Ada pulled the oar out of the water. “I have an oar and I am prepared to use it. Stupid French movies are just about as realistic as Hollywood. I hate that cutesy stuff.” The oar went back into the water. “I know what I just said, but do you know that Jamie is Maman’s lover?”
“I was quite mad at her at first. She justified it by saying that it took pressure off Papa and will let him live longer. She came up with this stuff about ‘ethical nonmonogamy’. I’m better with it now. She makes sure Papa is never embarrassed, there is always complete respect. And no one truly knows about it. I must admit, she and Jamie really are devoted to each other.”
“He’s so much younger than she is!”
“Not THAT much. Have you heard about our president? His wife was his high school teacher. And Maman and Papa seem to be still devoted to each other too. It seems to work. I just don’t like what it says about Papa.”
“What about you? Is there anyone special?”
There was a loud sigh. “Not since my fiancé died.”
“Oh! I’m so sorry,” said Julia. “How long did you go with him?”
“Her. Four years. It was over a year ago.”
“Oh, so you’re…”
“I hate labels. I had one steady boyfriend in your equivalent to high school. Then…I outgrew him. I had another man off and on until we finished school. My family expected I would marry him. But I outgrew him too. After that, I met Valery.” There was a choking sound and Julia turned around. “Sorry. I’m fine. It’s just so horrible. She was back in Spain…and…and…she was raped. I…I…tried to get back but before I could…she…she…she………she took her own life. I wasn’t there for her.” Julia sat not knowing what to say. “Maman and Papa loved her as much as I did.” They sat drifting for a moment. “We have to live not knowing what tomorrow will bring.”
They returned to the cottage for lunch and there was a surprise waiting for Julia. The parents and Jamie had been replaced by two men who looked like they had stepped out of GQ. One was introduced as Alexandre. He was a PHD student working under Normand. The other, Eddy, was his friend. Lunch was good, but nothing like Jamie’s dinner and breakfast. They had a quick dip in the cold lake and Eddy suggested they go water skiing. He had his boating operator’s license. Julia was exhausted by day’s end. She had great fun taking turns with skiing. Alexandre and Eddy looked like experts and Ada was not far behind. Julia couldn’t help but laugh as she kept wiping out. The two women, in their bikinis, got a lot of attention, and horn-soundings, from other boats.
Hours later, everyone rested back at the cottage, then Eddy started dinner. Julia asked if she could help, but when she was shooed away, she announced she’d take a shower. When she got out, there on the bed was the beautiful, red mini-kimono from Queen Street. She held it up to her body just as Ada entered the room, drying her hair and wearing the blue kimono.
“I’m just wearing this,” Ada declared.
“Ada, it’s beautiful! You shouldn’t have.”
The tall woman looked at her. “Not as beautiful as you.” She leaned down and gave Jules a peck on the cheek, then pinned up her hair. “Dinner time!”
Mick and Matt had settled in at the sport’s bar—both men carefully seating themselves so they could watch the games on the screens without looking rude by turning away. They ordered and Matt, after weighing the idea, told Matt the same story he had told Mel. He described his current marriage like it was a friend’s marriage. He told about encouraging the wife to have sex outside the marriage. How it was a turn on to watch. How some of the humiliation was a turn on. And then, how things had changed when the wife had only one partner outside the marriage and then came the bill chill, when she claimed she had fallen in love with her boyfriend.
Then he added the part after that. How the friend had found feelings for a co-worker but she’d moved away. Sort of. She was very far away with no current schedule for return. He said the friend had no idea what to do.
“Well,” said Mick. “Quite a story. Don’t know if I can help because the little bits of psychology I know are all related to motivation, communication and learning. But, I can muse. First off, I wonder if your friend is suffering under something called ‘Equity theory’. If liking the humiliation has worn off, maybe he just wants some sort of equal treatment? Not sure he can say much about spousal rights as he kinda gave those up voluntarily.
“My deepest background is in B.F. Skinner. My professor was a direct student of Skinner and he certainly brain-washed the lot of us. I have to teach a bit about Skinner and I always emphasize what others get wrong: punishment doesn’t work. If it looks like someone is going to be punished, they concentrate solely on avoiding the punishment. Not the other stuff around it. Does it look like your buddy has been avoiding things?”
“Yes,” said Matt immediately. A prime example was sleeping in the spare room.
“And if someone is already being punished, what they want to do above everything is escape the punishment, not correct their behaviour. That escape, if it can’t be physical, can be mental. Has your buddy mentally escaped from the marriage or has he tried physically?”
Matt thought about it. “I can certainly see some of that.” But not enough, he thought.
Matt asked himself, did he want to escape? The answer didn’t come back a definitive ‘no’.
Dinner was very nice and the women, again, did the cleanup. When that was all away, they gathered in the large, beautiful sitting area, Julia and Ada in their mini-kimonos. Normand disappeared for a moment and then returned with a wooden box. He opened it and extracted four joints.
“Do you mind?” he asked Julia.
“Not at all,” she replied. “You know we’ll be able to buy this in the local wine store this time next year?”
“Yes,” he said in a disgusted voice, “At ten dollars a gram. And it will likely be junk. Have you been to Amsterdam? They have stores with this in glass jars stacked in shelves. I’m sorry, I’m tired. I’ll leave you to it. Goodnight.” And he left with the box.
There were two women making out at the bar and Matt kept stealing glances over.
“Barsexuals,” said Mick.
“Yes, women who make out just to get attention from men. Gets me hot. Until recently I thought it was just me.”
“It’s interesting,” said Matt. “I read a survey recently about what porn people watch. The top two categories, in order, for women, were lesbian, then gay male. They were down at numbers 6 and 7 for men.”
“I’ll fight for any man’s rights to love whomever he wants, but…personally…ick,” the older man replied. “I wonder if women’s interest in the lesbian thing has gone up over time. You know, how women’s bodies have been used in advertising for so long? Objectified? It must somehow sink in. I’ll bet the porn thing is more about sensual sex versus grunt and blow.”
Just then, a very curvy woman in a short dress touched Mick’s shoulder on the way by. He looked up and said, “Heh-hey! Lailey! How are you?”
Matt watched her go. Her makeup was lovely and the dress accentuated a killer figure. Not super model material like Julia, but closer to the wonderful curves of Mel. He caught himself.
“Nice, eh?” asked Mick. Matt nodded. Mick leaned forward and whispered, “Do you know, she’s a gal with a little something extra?”
Matt was stunned. “No!”
Mick settled back and wagged a finger at Matt, “Now I only know this because we were both at a drunken neighborhood pool party and just got a quick glance by accident.” He leaned forward again. “She’s hung like she could inseminate fucking cows.” He settled back again. “Bigger than me, and not to insult you, but I’ll bet, bigger than you.”
Matt couldn’t help but watch the absolutely-feminine, gorgeous woman move around the room. With an eye on Lailey, he lifted his beer for a sip.
“You know,” chuckled Mick, “We could have all the sexual bases covered right here in this room, if you and I just started making out.”
Beer came out of Matt’s nose. “SCORE!” roared Mick.
Wine and smoke had been going on for a while. Julia had begun to feel that liquid, slow flow of time. She hadn’t noticed that Ada had touched very little. Julia noticed Alexandre and Eddy move closer. Then their faces came together. She had to focus. They were making out. A tongue slipped into the other’s mouth. Julia began to feel warm.
Ada leaned over to her with lips pursed almost touching her friend. Julia opened her mouth, and as Ada exhaled the heady smoke, Julia sucked it in. Ada did not move back. Julia looked over again and one very sculpted male chest was bare, and was being caressed. A nipple was sucked. She looked back and Ada was ready again. Julia opened her mouth and breathed in. When Ada didn’t move back, Julia couldn’t resist. She moved her head a tiny bit forward and the lips touched. The jolt was electric. She opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into the moist warmth and moved it around the silken interior.
Ada broke off the kiss and looked over at the men. Julia turned and an enormous cock was out and a head was slowly bobbing up and down the slick shaft. Julia turned back to Ada with open mouth. This time the tongue was slipped into her mouth and she slowly sucked it in and out like it was a tiny version of the cock across the room. Tongues took turns, mouths kept exploring.
Ada broke off again and looked over. Julia saw two beautiful sculpted bodies. One turned over and the other lay on top. She was fascinated by the clench and release of the perfect buttocks. They were fucking.
She turned to Ada, who stood up. “Trust me,” she heard. She lifted her arms and was lifted up. She had her arms around Ada’s neck, her legs around Ada’s waist and was being supported under her buttocks. Unable to resist, she started a liquid kiss as she was floated through the house to be softly spread upon a bed. She watched as a finger slid under the knot in her kimono and as the finger rose, the belt split like aerial silk ribbons then landed softly on the bed. Now two fingers touched the lapels of her wrap and slid down her body, revealing its beauty.
“Oh, girls,” moaned Ada. “You’re lovelier than I imagined.” Warm wetness visited Julia’s nipples one, then the other, then back again. When the mouth moved off, a finger would glide in the slick that was left behind. Julia was euphoric.
Soft kisses traced down her flat stomach. She reflexively parted her thighs. “Have you heard of an Australian kiss?” said a voice in a dream.
“A French kiss down under,” replied Julia with a giggle. Then she felt one. She moaned. The kiss continued and expanded its sphere slowly, gently. It would catch her clit from time-to-time and the jolt was beyond electric. Julia had no concept of time. Years could have passed. She didn’t know. Didn’t care.
“Do you know what a Full Irish is?” asked the voice.
Julia smiled, “No idea.” And she didn’t care.
Two fingers were inserted into her. They began, as the tongue continued to swirl, to alternate between rubbing up behind her pubic bone, then spin and rubbing down toward her back. She couldn’t believe how such a wonderful thing got better. Then there was a pause, a sucking sound, and something wet was pressed against her anus. She flinched slightly and the object entered. With tongue in one place, two fingers in another, and another finger in a third, her floating rose off into the stratosphere.
When Julia finally came down, she looked down to see the beautiful face looking up. “What have you done to me?” she asked the face.
“Less than you deserve,” came the reply.
Ada gently separated Jules’s lower lips and rubbed the top of her tongue up-and-down the clit. This time, Julia could at least recognize the orgasm and realize there was only one. It came fast and was still wonderful beyond belief.
Later in the night, Julia was on top of Ada with her head next to the soft breasts. She looked up, and glints in the dark eyes were looking down. “What can I do for you?” asked Julia.
Ada gave a soft chuckle, “Don’t move.” Her hands went under Jules and separated the lips beneath. Then Ada softly pushed down on Jules as she moved her pelvis up and down. Jules could feel a warm slick on her flat stomach and held still. Then she sucked the finger and thumb on one hand and reached to play with a nipple. When Ada came, she groaned and clutched at her lover. Julia smiled and relaxed. There is satisfaction and power in the feeling that you get, knowing you can make someone cum.
When Julia woke up, there was a bright stripe of light down the curtains. She slid out of bed, padded across the room, grabbed one curtain and slowly walked it back to the wall, slowly revealing the bright scene. Then she did the other side and walked back to stand in the middle of the enormous window. And drank it in. All of it: the colors of the trees, the color of the sky, the warmth of the light, the reflection off the flat water. After some minutes she turned and Ada was looking at her.
“Beautiful,” said Julia.
“Much better view from where I am,” was the reply.
Julia padded back to the bed, slid in and onto the other woman’s body. Head on chest.
“Julia, normal people get up, have breakfast, have a life.” Julia shook her head vigorously. “I’ll make you a deal. We get up, have breakfast, we can come back for a cuddle before we have to get ready to leave.” More vigorous head shaking. “You will!” And Ada quickly sat up, moved the sheet and smacked Julia’s soft behind. They could hear the screech in the kitchen.
After breakfast, they returned to the room and slipped off the kimonos. Julia climbed onto the bed as Ada fiddled with something at the wall socket.
“Lay back,” Julia was ordered. Ada straddled Jules’s groin and put an object between them. “Now, the trick is, bottom girl controls where this goes and top girl adjusts accordingly.” There was a buzzing sound. Julia took hold of the handle and moved in around until her head snapped back, her eyes snapped closed and she groaned, “Ooooooh, goddddddddddddd...."
Later, as they stripped the bed, Julia mused on a saying she’d read back in school. “Burn the boat.” Rowers burned the boat after a winning performance. Explorers burned the boat so there was no retreat. She wondered which one this was.
As Ada showered, Julia found Alexandre. She gave him her phone and he punched into it. She’d waited until Ada was in the shower, so she wouldn’t misunderstand what she was doing.
Matt was in the living room when the door opened. Jules was first with hands full, followed by Ada. Running over to her husband, Jules flung her arms around him and gave him a long kiss.
“Hey, Baby,” she said in a sultry voice. “Ada helped me bring up food from Grazie: Baked goat cheese salad, Allessandra with spicy sausage and Basta with shrimp. I figured it was a winner since you like Italian so much these days.”
Matt had to take it all in. Then he asked, “Is Ada staying for dinner?”
“No,” said the tall woman. “I have to get home and get some rest, and you two haven’t seen each other all weekend. How was the implementation?”
“Perfectly uneventful. What did you two do?”
“Ate oysters and searched for pearls,” winked Ada. Matt looked confused.
“We canoedled!” said Jules. Matt still looked confused.
Ada turned to go and an object, much like a microphone fell out of her bag. Jules’s hand flew to her face and she gave an embarrassed giggle.
Without missing a beat, the woman picked up the object, pointed it at Matt, and said, “Hitachi Magic Wand: the greatest invention of the twentieth century.”
The following evening, Julia was going to be late, so Matt contacted Mel. He had the CHUM chart beside him. They chatted for a while, things were improving with Mom, then out of the blue Mel said, “I have to tell you something." She smiled. “I’m going on a date tomorrow night. My Mom, my sister and Grandma all insist that I go out with this guy who’s a son of a friend of Mom. He’s apparently a lawyer, and…”
Matt couldn’t concentrate on the rest of the conversation. The CHUM chart stayed in its place.
When he closed out the conversation, there were two NSFW messages waiting from Jules. The first was of two women in lingerie: one with her back to the camera entering a room where the second one, out-of-focus was sitting. The caption was: “There is more than one way to cuckold a husband.”
The second again had a woman standing in lingerie with her back to the camera. Another woman was sitting, facing the camera, holding the panties of the first as if to pull them down. The expression of the second woman was challenging, powerful. The caption was: “Women can be bulls too.”
Part of an old children’s song came to Matt:
“There were four in the bed and the little one said, "Roll over."
“So they all rolled over and one fell out…”
“She's a cool, blonde scheming bitch
“I want her so much I feel sick
“The girl can't help it, she really can't help it now
“Who’s that gal? What’s she doin’ with her?
“It’s that girl, and she’s screwing with her,
“Can’t you feel the sex and sweat?
“She’ll make you cream your jeans
“So you won’t forget!”
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