Brad nodded. Somehow Caroline knew that he knew she was afraid to tell anyone. She didn't want her husband to know what had happened. She wouldn't want anyone to know.
"We leave her here," Brad said. "The road's a half mile back that way, baby. You can find it. And remember what I said. Don't tell anyone."
Caroline was happy to see the boys go. She knew that she hadn't found out anything by taking a trip to her father's. Except one thing. She loved to fuck. No matter who it was.
Caroline went out to dinner with Rick on the first night of her evening back. Perhaps Rick expected that she would be over her dark mood, but he just found it worse. Caroline was feeling such guilt that Rick couldn't help.
She couldn't even tell Rick that it wasn't his fault.
Rick brought her home but he had to leave again. She wasn't sure if he had to leave or if he was just trying to get away from her. Certainly she hadn't been much fun for him lately.
Rick was hardly put of the apartment when the phone rang.
"Yes?"
"Caroline. This is John. I'm having a little party tonight. I thought you might want to come."
"I don't think so," Caroline said. "I think I'm all done with your parties."
"Don't be like that, bitch," John said.
"You better come to this party or your husband's going to get a gift in the mail."
"A gift?" Caroline asked. "I don't understand."
"You didn't know I was taking pictures the other night. Pictures of you and Dee. Both of you were really enjoying yourself. I got some great shots. Now, do you want your husband to share those pictures with me?"
"You bastard," she said.
"Twenty-three Oak Road," John said. "Be there."
The phone went dead. Caroline was stunned. Things were really starting to get out of hand. She would have left right then if it wasn't for Rick. She had to somehow explain things to him, and she couldn't. She had no choice. She had to go.
Caroline dressed in a knee-length dark dress and called a taxi. The driver had no trouble finding the address. It was in the fancy section of town. It was a huge, sprawling mansion with a guard out front. He came out and stopped the taxi.
"Who are you?" the guard asked roughly.
"I was asked to come by John Richardson," Caroline said.
"All right," the guard said. "I was told to expect somebody like you. Drive up."
The taxi driver leered at her as she got out of his taxi at the front door. She realized that he thought she was some kind of whore. She felt tears stinging her eyes again as she realized that the driver was right. She was some kind of a whore. Only she was worse. She was like her mother. She fucked because she loved fucking.
The door was opened by an elderly gentleman who looked slightly drunk.
"So you're Caroline. John didn't tell me how beautiful you were. You're a Goddess. Come in, young woman. Don't just stand there. This is my home. I'm William Ambrose."
Caroline almost, died when she heard the name. William Ambrose was one of the biggest judges in the country. Caroline had heard Rick speaking of him lots of times. Caroline also remembered that he was top dog in Rick's law firm.
He didn't give her much room to pass. She was forced to squeeze by him and William Ambrose took full advantage of it. He let her know quickly that there was only one reason why she had been invited to the house that evening.
He touched her shoulders and stopped her before she got by him. Her round tits pressed snugly against him. She could smell the beer on his breath as he leaned over and kissed her mouth. She waited, until he finished the kiss before she passed by. He let his hand rub her ass.
"You really are a good-looking young piece," he said. "I'm glad John invited you. Come on in, darling. We'll fix you a drink and let you meet the rest of our guests."
There were quite a few people at the party. That surprised her. She hadn't expected it to be a real party. She had thought that John was just bringing her there to fuck.
Then she looked around again and she saw that most of the women at the party were young and beautiful. She was right about what kind of party it was going to be. There were no wives. This wasn't the kind of a party a man brought his wife to.
"What kind of drink?" Ambrose asked.
"It doesn't matter," she answered.
He gave her ass another gentle pat as he went off to make her drink. She looked around again and saw John coming toward her. He was grinning lewdly.
"Smile, beautiful," he said.
"You're a bastard," she said.
"Relax. Look like you're enjoying yourself. After all, we both know you love to fuck."
"Not like this. Not like I'm your property or something. I'm not something that can be called every time you feel an itch."
"You little cunt." John's face was suddenly furious. He grabbed her arm and led her out of the room. The hallway was dark. He forced her against the wall.
"Now you listen to me, bitch," he said. "You'd, better smile and enjoy yourself this evening. I told everyone you were a fun girl and you'd better act like one."
"All right," she said.
He was suddenly cordial again. He took her arm and walked her back into the party. Ambrose was there with her drink. She thanked him and she drank it quickly. She needed it. She could feel the alcohol spreading warmth through her body.
Ambrose put his arm around her waist and held her tightly.
"This is going to be some party," he said. "I've got everyone important in town at this party. You're going to love it."
"I'm sure I will," she said.
Ambrose let his hand rest on her ass while he walked her around and introduced her to all the guests. All the men leered at her. Caroline knew exactly what kind of party this was going to be.
Ambrose got bolder with his hand. He kept moving his hand from one asscheek to the other. He was squeezing brutally. He quit introducing her to people and started directing her to a room next door to the party room.
"This is my study," Ambrose said.
It was a man's study, plush and comfortable looking. She wasn't surprised when Ambrose pushed her toward the desk.
"Just bend over there, sugar," he said. "I'm going to show you something nice."