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Sweet Nothings
Married - yes, but in love? by Begin Again
 Category:  General Fiction
  Posted: October 18, 2009      Views: 366
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Begin Again is a resilient "senior citizen". Reinventing and restructuring her life has become almost common place for her.

I love music, books, and sitting by the water. Each of these activities brings a sense of life to me.

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"Hmmm ... have I told you lately how gorgeous you are?"

"Yes, but feel free to tell me again. I never get tired of hearing you say it." Lola smiled coyly. Giving her blonde mane a toss, she locked her emerald green eyes with her husband's hungry ones. "Only thing better is when you show me."

"I don't need an engraved invitation, baby."

Anthony crossed the room and swept her into his arms, nuzzling her neck. "Hmmm ... you smell delicious enough to eat."

He brushed his lips gently across her breasts, letting his tongue flick at her perky nipples. Slowly, his hands caressed her until she purred like a kitten. He eased her toward their giant four-poster bed, their erotic play-land.

"Anthony, did you forget we are going out to dinner?" She playfully scolded, while continuing to enjoy the pleasure of his hands. She ached for his touch.

"I'm only hungry for you." Anthony pulled her tightly against his body, letting his manhood throb against her thigh. "We'll be late. Do you really care?"

"No, I don't, but you should. After all, you are trying to get promoted to Senior Vice President, aren't you?" She wiggled out of his arms, but not before kissing his cheek. "Mr. Tadwell might not be pleased if you keep him waiting."

Knowing he could be very persuasive in an enjoyable way, she stepped away from his reach.

"I suppose you are right, but ..." He slipped his arms around her again. "It's not my fault you are so irresistible, is it?" He pulled her to him and kissed her lips, gently at first, and more passionately when she did not resist.

Nibbling at his ear, she whispered, "I promise to make it up to you when we come home." A groan escaped Anthony's lips, but he released her from his grasp.

"A promise that I shall happily hold you to, sweetheart." His eyes ravaged her one more time, before finally conceding. "You're right! You're right! I can see Tadwell getting pissed if we're late for his precious dinner party."

"Anthony, be nice! He is your boss, after all." Lola slipped into a long, formfitting, black, strapless gown, stopping to admire her figure in the mirror. "If you want the job, you know what it'll take."

"Yeah! Yeah! Kissing Tadwell's ugly ass!" Anthony laughed before playfully swatting at her pretty butt. "I'd be happier to kiss yours."

"Go get ready! We're going to be late." She blew him a kiss and turned to apply the finishing touches to her make-up. Satisfied, she left the bedroom, leaving her husband to get ready by himself.

Across town, a similar scenario was taking place between Phil and Colette. Phil paced the floor while his wife applied her make-up.

"Will you stop! If you keep walking back and forth, you're going to wear a hole in the carpet." Collette shook her head in disgust. "I don't know what all the hype is about anyhow. It's just dinner with your boss. Big deal!"

"Easy for you to say. Anthony and his wife are going to be there, too. What if Tadwell makes his decision tonight?" Stepping over to the small bar,  Phil poured himself a drink and slugged it down. "If I don't get that promotion, we could lose this house. Will you be saying big deal then, Honey Pot?"

"Don't call me that. You know I don't like it. It sounds so vulgar." Pursing her freshly applied lipstick, she turned to face him. "Tadwell and his wife are pure class. Maybe you should put a little polish on your manners or you won't get that promotion."

"What's wrong with my manners? I called my wife Honey Pot and now I'm Slime Ball of the Year." Grabbing the whiskey bottle, he poured another drink.

"I'd slow down on those, too. Showing up at the dinner party sloshed will get you nowhere, unless it's Teri Tadwell you're after."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I've got eyes, Phil. I saw how you were drooling every time she walked by you in her itsy bitsy bikini."

"At the barbeque? Get over it, Colette." He emptied his glass before continuing. "We've had this same discussion a hundred times. I'm a healthy, red-blooded American. We look, especially when the honey is shoved into our faces. It's not my fault that Teri paraded herself around the pool." A smile eased across his face. "Are you jealous or something?"

"Oh, so now we are going there. Is it my fault that I am carrying 30 extra pounds after having children?" Glumly, she stared into the mirror. "Heaven knows, I've tried to lose it."

"Well maybe if you lay off the candy bars, you might have a chance."

"Maybe if you lay off the booze, you wouldn't be such a pig either."

"Why don't you shut up? We're going to be late." He slammed his glass down on the counter, sneered at his wife and stormed out of the room. "I'm getting the car. Either get your ass downstairs or I'm going without you."

Colette laid her head on her dressing table, fighting against the tears. What did I do to deserve this?

Pulling open one of the drawers, she picked up a chocolate bar, opened it and took a big bite. Savoring the sweetness in her mouth, a smile crossed her face. Oh well, dinner at Salvatore's should be wonderful.

Before marrying Jack Tadwell, Teri had been an up-and-coming fashion model. Five years ago, Jack attended a business luncheon at Francesco's, a posh eatery for the rich and famous. During the lunch hour, Teri and five other models walked the runway, modeling for the bored housewives, the shopaholics, and of course, the ogling business executives.

Jack loved to brag how he fell in love the first time she walked out on the runway wearing a skimpy mini dress over legs that wouldn't stop. After a three-month whirlwind courtship, they were married and Teri could no longer model. He told her if he found her that way, someone else might too, and her place was in his home not on a runway. Teri had no say whatsoever; Jack considered his words to be law.

"You sure look sexy tonight, honey." Teri pressed her body up against her husband's back, rubbing him with hers. "Want to give your wife a little loving?"

"Teri, get real, will you. We are supposed to be at a dinner in less than a half hour." He combed his hair in the mirror, but he kept his eyes on her. "Sex isn't everything, ya know."

Sighing, she stepped away from him. "You're right. It isn't everything, but when I have to set up an appointment for it ...." She let her words trail off. It was a useless conversation. "Have you made your decision on who will get the promotion?"

"I don't know yet. Who would you choose if it was up to you?" He turned to face her, watching her closely.

"Me? I have no preference one way or the other." She walked over to the closet and scanned the wide array of dresses. "I was just making conversation."

"Maybe you'd like to see Phil get the job." A touch of bitterness clung to his words.

"Phil? Why would you say that?" She continued to shuffle through the dresses as if undecided as to what to wear.

"Well, you were pretty cozy with him at the barbeque."

"Stop!" She spun around to face him. "Just because I was friendly to one of our guests, doesn't mean anything. Why do you have to be so jealous?"

"Why do you protest so much?" He stepped closer to his wife, pulling her into his arms. "You're married to me and don't ever forget it." His grip was like a vise. Releasing her, he snarled, "You going to pick one of those dresses or should I?"

Teri quickly chose a red strapless gown and slipped it on. We'll see, Jack. I'm not your puppet. The sooner you learn that the better off you'll be.


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