Darlene stretched languidly in the early morning sunshine, her slender white arm reaching out to touch the warm place her handsome young husband had just left vacant. She could hear his electric shaver whirring busily away in the bathroom. God, it hardly seemed like she'd quit her job a week ago already!
With a self-satisfied yawn, the young golden haired wife slipped one tapered leg out from under the protective covering of the sheets, then sat up on the edge of the bed and shook the cobwebs from her tousled head. "Roger?" she called sleepily, slipping her pretty feet into a pair of satin mules, "why didn't you wake me, darling?"
Instantly, the electric whir of the young law student's shaver stopped. "You say something, honey?"
Darlene stood and slipped into her housecoat, a flickering smile of remembrance crossing her lips as she caught sight of the sexy new nighty she'd so hastily discarded the night before lying on the floor at her feet. "I said, why didn't you wake me up, darling… I wanted to fix you a big breakfast before you took off for the first day of your last semester of law school!"
"You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you up," the young husband explained. "I've got some coffee on."
"But, darling, you can't be studying on an empty stomach!"
Roger's handsome face peeked in around the door at her. "Thought I'd just grab something in the Student Union," he smiled.
"Anybody I know?" she teased, sticking her tongue out at him.
Roger stepped up to her then, sweeping her up in his arms and kissing her full on the lips.
"Put me down, or I'll scream rape!" she struggled.
"Like you did last night when you were sucking me off?" he teased.
"Oh, you!"
Indeed, it had been glorious. The young husband didn't have the faintest idea what had gotten into his wife during the past week or so, but whatever it was, he wasn't about to complain about it. Christ, he almost had to make her quit sucking him these days so he could screw her!
"Put me down so I can get you some breakfast, you pervert!" Darlene pounded his broad chest.
Roger set his young wife down, then turned back to the bathroom to finish getting ready for school. "Two eggs over easy and a whole shit load of sausage ought a hold me `till lunch," he offered.
"Orange juice? Hash browns?"
"Yeah, let's live dangerously."
"Yes, Master"
Idly, Darlene walked into the tiny kitchen and began to place on the counter all the paraphernalia she would need to prepare the morning meal. She seldom bothered with breakfast herself, but it gave her a wholesome sense of well-being to cook for Roger. Indeed, after what she'd done behind her young husband's back, she felt an almost compulsive need to be the "model" wife and homemaker… a need made painfully acute by the knowledge that eventually, inevitably, she would play around on him again.
It wasn't that she didn't love him-God, Roger was her whole world, almost. It was just that well, she was a woman now… a woman who understood her needs and limitations… a woman who liked to supplement her now-beautiful sex life with her husband with something strange and Lewd and exciting!
"How're the eggs coming, babe?"
"I'm still working on the sausage, darling… it'll just be a sec."
"Honey, I'm going to be late," he warned, entering the kitchen fully dressed, combed, shaved and showered.
"All set, darling," she smiled strangely up at him, scraping the last of his eggs onto a melmac plate. Roger stepped up behind her and nuzzled her neck.
"Gee, you smell good, darling," she commented, melting back against him.
"What've you got on?"
"I've got a hard-on, Darlene," he teased, rubbing against her lightly-clad buttocks. "But, I didn't know you could smell it."
Playfully, she stabbed her elbow back against his rock-hard stomach. "You'd better feed that homely fucking face of yours," she laughed. "You're going to be late, remember?"
Jenny Haywood caught the phone on the second ring. "Good morning," she sang happily into the receiver. "Parker Clinic."
"Hi, Jenny, this is Darlene Jefferson."
"Oh, hi, kid!… Jeez, I never thought I'd be hearing from you again… Not after the way you stomped out of here last week."
There was a brief pause on the end of the line as Darlene cleared her throat.
"Uh," she faltered, "that was… childish of me… I-Is Doctor Parker around?"
"He hasn't come in yet, Darlene. Is it important?"
"Well, yes… I-I wanted to see if I could get my job back."
It was Jenny's turn to clear her throat. "Uh, you're too late, kid," she said,
"he's still pretty mad about your quitting and, well, he's got himself a new girl… a redhead."
"Oh?" Darlene swallowed disappointedly.
"Hey, wait a see, kid," Jenny offered suddenly. "Doctor Kirapopolis is looking for a new girl for his clinic. It's over on Wilshire Boulevard and-"
"Kirapopolis?" Darlene echoed. "What kind of name is that?"
"Greek, honey," Jenny laughed. "Think you can handle it?"
"Do you have his phone number…?"