Sunday morning Dot woke at about 10:00 A.M. to find herself alone in her bed. The room still showed signs of the shameful pleasures she had allowed herself the day before, and she shivered a little as she recalled that they had lasted far into the night, she and the children exchanging sweet caresses until they could no longer keep their eyes open. She sat up and looked down at her nakedness, as though she were unable to believe that her own body had indulged so willingly in such things. She groaned as she felt the same old guilt returning… the uncertainty about what was to become of them all! Her body's indulgence had helped her forget so many horrid things… Art for example, and the awful letter from Nick… and now both problems returned to her with full force. She rose hurriedly as though by hurrying she could make up for lost time, and went into the bathroom to take a, shower. The water felt good pelting against her pink flushed breasts and belly, and it allowed her the fantasy of thinking that she was being restored to some kind of purity. Clean and refreshed as she stepped out of the stall, it was hard to believe that she had been so sensuously sweaty, so filled with pungent odors of lovemaking, only a few hours before.
She dressed as hopefully as she possibly could. After all, she thought, there was no sense going to pieces… that would solve nothing… She would have to try to hold onto herself… no matter how hard that was! A yellow dress of the new midi length cheered her. Beneath, she put on a pair of boots that Art had insisted she buy. She had never really seen herself in quite that light, she'd told him, but he had insisted, and now the dark mahogany colored leather shone brightly as she laced them up her shapely calves. They looked good with the dress, she decided, brushing her blond hair, and trying to ignore the slight trembling of her lips… and besides, it was nice to know that should Art return suddenly, she would be dressed in a way that she knew was pleasing to him. When finally she was ready, Dorothy grabbed up her shoulder bag and left the bedroom… for the first time in two days! She realized as she stepped into the hallway. The house was silent, and Dorothy realized that she hadn't heard a sound from Joe or Lee. Investigating, she discovered that they were nowhere in the house, and finally in the kitchen she found a note. Joe had gone to football practice, and Lee had gone to the Girl Scout meeting. They signed the hastily written note with xxx's for kisses and Dorothy smiled to herself, realizing just once more how young they were. They were just children! No matter how difficult it was to believe at times!
As she sat over orange juice and coffee, Dorothy realized that she was all dressed up, but she had no idea of where she was going or what she was going to do! With a frown she tried to organize her thoughts. She thought for a second of getting a pencil and paper and trying to work everything out, but then she decided that if she couldn't do it in her head, she probably couldn't do it at all!
First of all, she thought… she knew that she must not under any circumstances let another incident like yesterday happen. She would talk to the children… reason with them… explain that it was bad for them… bad for all of them! The thought of this cheered her, and Dorothy began to feel somewhat stronger, as though she had already taken matters in hand.
Secondly, she thought, she had to find Art. She got up and found the phone book and brought it back to the table. Then she marked out all the hotels that she thought he might have gone to. There were so many! But she decided she would call them all anyway. She knew if she could just find Art, just talk to him, she could make matters better… Lee had told her during the night of his reaction to their lovemaking, and Dorothy figured that with the evidence of their combined guilt not just hers, they could somehow manage to work things out between them. Of course, nothing like that would ever happen again… and if the children could survive it healthily, why then couldn't they? It seemed reasonable enough, she thought, clutching at straws in her desperation. With great effort, she managed to prevent from biting her nails, (a habit that had always plagued her as a girl) as she began to dial hotels at the hall phone.
Forty-five minutes later she gave up. It was just too frustrating and after having called some 25 numbers, her fingers were tired. After debating for a few more moments what to do, she decided to go out for a long walk! She had been hoping to have the reassurance of speaking to her new husband that day, but as she briskly strolled the suburban streets of Philadelphia, she realized that it was quite likely she would not hear from him at all for quite a while. She was slightly optimistic about the idea of calling him at work… or if worse came to worse going down to the construction site where he was foreman, if he didn't return that evening. As she walked along, she couldn't help thinking that he would know just how to cope with Nick's disturbing note… whereas she felt completely helpless and frightened about the whole thing.
It was hard not to notice the reassuringly flattering glances of men and women she passed in the street though, and shortly she began to feel a little more self-confident. Her looks were definitely pleasing, that much was clear, and nothing bolstered her morale more than this knowledge. Surely, everything would turn out all right, if she could keep on looking beautiful… somehow maintaining a level head in the midst of chaos. Her stride was firm and her hips swung provocatively by the time she reached downtown Philadelphia. After lunching, she walked out into the dusk and hailed a cab, directing the driver to take her home. She was exhausted, but as so often happened when she spent a day alone, she felt more able to cope with the many problems she had.
Dorothy had had her firm chat with the children at dinner that evening. They had listened politely enough, sometimes exchanging glances between them that she found somewhat disturbing, however. But when she had finished, they seemed to agree with her. They would do nothing else to disturb her, they assured her meekly, but she couldn't help blushing when young Joe looked at her boldly and insisted that no matter what happened in the future, he would never forget the "things" they had already done!
Dorothy was pleased by the children's compliments for her tuna casserole, the first dinner she had ever prepared for them as their new mother, and by the time they all went to their separate bedrooms, Dorothy felt as though she had accomplished something, even though Art hadn't yet returned.
She fell asleep almost immediately, and her dreams began right away. They were pleasant dreams, and she fell smoothly deeper into her sleep.
Nick had been thinking all afternoon about the information he'd received from a friend. Art had been seen boarding a bus for New York, Saturday morning the day after the wedding! It gave rise to all sorts of interesting thoughts as he rumbled about the large empty house which he had once shared with Dorothy. The house was up for sale, but until he found a buyer, he decided to remain there, for although Nick Rogers made a comfortable amount of money as head of the largest real estate firm in the area, he was notoriously tight fisted and always measured very carefully the values he received for the money he put out. In fact, one of the things that disturbed him most of all in addition to the natural humiliation of his wife's leaving him for Art, was the fact that he considered those years of marriage to her a complete financial loss. It irked him every time he thought of it.
Late in the day, still brooding about his bad fortune, he left the house and meandered over to the bar of the hotel. The bartender there knew him very well, and before he was even seated in the expensively decorated lounge, he had almost completed making the special boilermakers that Nick liked to drink on weekends. He found that drinking potent combinations of double Beefeaters gin and bitters, followed by a Heineken's ale saved him a lot of bother in his desire to reach a swift state of blissful intoxication. As he downed the first one, he congratulated Tony, the bartender, with a wink and a triumphant circle made from thumb and forefinger, then he leaned back and set about deciding just what he was going to do to get even with that little bitch Dorothy.
Nick was just beginning to get a germ of an idea when Don Smathers, a former drinking friend of his, whom he'd had a falling out with several months ago entered the bar. Nick viewed him hazily through the dimming effect of his second boilermaker and then suddenly cheered, by the recognition, he hailed him over to his, table, knowing that the younger man would be willing enough to let bygones be bygones, especially since Nick's good favor usually meant some kind of financial gain to many of the businessmen in town, Don proved more than interested in renewing the friendship as he sat down. He was already two sheets to the wind himself, and he knew that Nick was good company at such times… never a dull moment. He also pleasantly remembered Rosalie, Nick's mistress and how the older man had once generously offered the voluptuous female to him for a night's debauchery. Nick too had been present, but had soon fallen off to sleep, leaving Don with the pleasant task of keeping the young girl company for the duration of the evening. Perhaps, he thought, as he lifted his martini in a friendly toast… perhaps the same thing could happen tonight if he played his cards right. His large meaty penis rose expectantly within his trousers at the thought of Rosalie's dark nipples, the black silky curls of her groin, and the way she would groan aloud her passion once aroused.
It didn't take much to turn the conversation to women, since Nick had quite a few thoughts about them recently. "Treacherous… all of them…" he spouted. "Can't trust em… you take that wife of mine… taking up with her own brother-in-law… can you think of anything more perverse than that… why its… almost incest! Bet she had her eye on him even when her sister was alive! Going out all the time toward the end… acting like a cat in heat…"
Don listened patiently while Nick went on and on about Dorothy… He remembered having met her once, and found her so beautiful that he wondered briefly what she was doing with Nick Rogers… money probably, he concluded, but now he wasn't so sure. Nick hardly ever mentioned his wife when they'd been together, and Don knew that the older man was out whoring almost every night. There couldn't have been much left over for Dorothy, he surmised. Still, he wanted to get the conversation around to Rosalie, since as far as he was concerned it wasn't going to do him any good to hear the continuing adventures of Dorothy. Yet, as Nick went on, he became more and more vivid in his description of his ex-wife, even going so far as to depict her lewdly in the act of love. Don found himself listening politely at first, and then as his gray-haired crony became more and more precise, with great interest. He was feeling hornier than hell, and Nick's vivid description of Dorothy's body, her specific responses to certain things, etc., was getting a bit too much for him. He considered jerking off when he finally staggered into the men's room, but he decided not to for two reasons. For one, the men's attendant was standing outside waiting with towels in the event that he should want to wash his hands, and his presence embarrassed him. Secondly, he planned to propose to Nick that they get a couple of girls as soon as possible.
"Sure," Nick replied, after Don had made the suggestion. "I was just about to suggest it. I have just the one in mind too!"
Don's countenance cheered considerably as they left the bar, leaving behind a wad of crumpled bills for Tony. He was a bit disappointed that Rosalie's name hadn't been mentioned, but still he trusted Nick to know and lead him to someone at least equally well endowed.
Nick's black Cadillac pulled silently up to the curb. Looking around, Don saw that they were parked in front of a vacant lot in what appeared to be a quiet residential area. The two men sat in the car for a moment… Nick seemed to be thinking, mulling something over. Don saw him rub his crotch with a soft caressing gesture, and figured he must be thinking about what this girl, whoever she was, was going to do for him. The older man reached into the glove compartment and retrieving a gold-plated flask, offered Don a swig.
"To give you courage!" he said, chuckling.
Don downed the burning hot whiskey and felt its warmth racing through him. He was really ready for whatever was coming up, he thought. But still he waited in the car, taking his cue from Nick… after all it was his party!
Finally Nick seemed to be ready, and the two men got out of the car and began walking up the street toward a house that stood alone at the end of the block. It was about 1:00 A.M. and it was pitch-black, and Don could see that there wasn't a single light on in the windows. He was relieved that this didn't seem to bother Nick in the slightest, though, and soon they were right in front of the house.
Nick seemed to be making some calculations, and then he whispered to himself. "Yes… I think its right around there!" He started around the side of the house, and puzzled, but getting more and more excited about the whole thing, Don followed.
Nick reached the low bedroom window which he had correctly recalled as Art's bedroom. He had been in the house a couple of times… enough to know the layout of the modest ranch-style frame building. And now he caught his breath, marveling at the sheer audacity of what he was planning to do. First he tested the window, and luckily finding it unlocked, began to lift it slowly up. It went up all the way noiselessly, and Nick waited for a second to see if he could hear any reaction within. But there was nothing but Don's steady breathing behind him. Next, Nick parted the blinds, noticing with a mental snort of contempt that they were brand new, and inwardly speculating on Art's earning power. "No more silks and satins for Dot!" he thought, happily.
In the darkness, his eyes finally adjusted enough to see the form of his ex-wife where she slept deeply and peacefully on the big double bed. He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw that she was alone as he had hoped! He brought his back out from the window and whispered to Don. "You're in luck tonight my boy… just follow my lead and you'll have the fuck of your life! She may protest a bit at first… but that's the way she always is… that's the best part, in fact… so don't get spooked by that… right?" He winked at the younger man. "You know the kind," he added for good measure.
"Sure…" Don answered excitedly. Already he was trying to visualize the woman who lay within. He waited as Nick carefully maneuvered his large body through the window. For such a big man, he could move surprisingly gracefully, and soon he was standing, a trifle out of breath right inside Dorothy's bedroom. He turned and helped Don in behind him and soon the two of them were gazing contemplatively across at the sleeping female figure.