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Blushing, I moved away from his hand. "You really shouldn't say things like that, Mr. Taylor." I set the plate of cookies and glasses of lemonade on the table, taking a seat and motioning for him to sit, too.
OOC: I'm sorry, I just kinda blanked and I had no idea where to go with that.
OOC: I'm sorry, I just kinda blanked and I had no idea where to go with that.
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Sara motioned for me to sit... She seemed flustered and somewhat embarrassed by my comment. I walked around behind her and chose the chair to her immediate left. Sitting down beside my beautiful young neighbor, I smiled. She was definitely going through some tough times and I knew that her bastard of a husband was the cause of her problems. Allowing her to spill her guts was my way in...I took a deep breath, gazing into her beautiful green eyes and prepared to be her "shoulder" to cry on...
"Now young lady, what is troubling you ?"
"Now young lady, what is troubling you ?"
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At Mr. Taylor's encouraging words, I began explaining the situation with Phil-- his long, frequent trips, his increased disinterest in me, my growing suspicions and fears...
"I just don't know what to do, Mr. Taylor. Nothing I've tried works to open him up, and that's what I want... I want us to talk about our problems and deal with them like adults. Maybe we can get through them... but maybe we can't... But if we can't, I don't know what I'll do. I hate to do that to Bethany, to split apart her family, and I don't think that I could handle it myself... I've been with Phil my whole adult life, and I don't know if I'd be the same without him, you know?"
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, and I dropped my head to my hands to hide my face as I began sobbing once more.
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At Mr. Taylor's encouraging words, I began explaining the situation with Phil-- his long, frequent trips, his increased disinterest in me, my growing suspicions and fears...
"I just don't know what to do, Mr. Taylor. Nothing I've tried works to open him up, and that's what I want... I want us to talk about our problems and deal with them like adults. Maybe we can get through them... but maybe we can't... But if we can't, I don't know what I'll do. I hate to do that to Bethany, to split apart her family, and I don't think that I could handle it myself... I've been with Phil my whole adult life, and I don't know if I'd be the same without him, you know?"
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, and I dropped my head to my hands to hide my face as I began sobbing once more.
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As she sobbed, I moved my seat closer, wrapping my arm around her shoulder I pulled her to me. Gently, I moved her long hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. With her face buried in her hands, I kissed the top of her head, whispering... "It's okay, sweetheart...don't cry...everything's going to be fine."
Her vulnerability excited me. On the outside I portrayed the part of the gentle caring "father" figure. But the thoughts going through my mind were far from fatherly. The softness of her skin...the intoxicating scent of her smooth hair...the beauty of her childlike face...
"You're such a beautiful, vibrant, sexy young lady. There must be something terribly wrong for Phil to not find you attractive."
I tried being diplomatic and not openly show my disdain for the arrogant prick that she called her husband.
"Could it be pressure at work or maybe something medical ?"
Holding her tightly, I placed my other hand on her knee. A gesture that could easily be mistaken for friendliness, but was definitely not the case.
Moving my mouth close to her exposed ear, I whispered.
"Any man in his right mind would give his right arm to make love to you."
Her vulnerability excited me. On the outside I portrayed the part of the gentle caring "father" figure. But the thoughts going through my mind were far from fatherly. The softness of her skin...the intoxicating scent of her smooth hair...the beauty of her childlike face...
"You're such a beautiful, vibrant, sexy young lady. There must be something terribly wrong for Phil to not find you attractive."
I tried being diplomatic and not openly show my disdain for the arrogant prick that she called her husband.
"Could it be pressure at work or maybe something medical ?"
Holding her tightly, I placed my other hand on her knee. A gesture that could easily be mistaken for friendliness, but was definitely not the case.
Moving my mouth close to her exposed ear, I whispered.
"Any man in his right mind would give his right arm to make love to you."
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His words and his touch were comforting... just what I'd needed. I began to get ahold of myself. But then, at Frank's suggestion that Phil's disinterest was caused by medical reasons, I broke down once more, remembering Phil's angry reaction when I'd tried to ask him the same question. Feeling weak and shaking with sobs, I leaned into Frank's large frame.
Then I heard his words in my ear... the image of Frank's fully erect penis, the doubts I had had about him earlier... it all came rushing back... I needed a friend, nothing else... sex would be good, but I was a married woman. Even if I appeared to be a basket case, I was still a level-headed, practical person underneath my shaky exterior and smudged make-up....
I stiffened in his arms and sat up straight, trying to wipe away my tears with the back of my hand, preparing to show Frank to the door...
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His words and his touch were comforting... just what I'd needed. I began to get ahold of myself. But then, at Frank's suggestion that Phil's disinterest was caused by medical reasons, I broke down once more, remembering Phil's angry reaction when I'd tried to ask him the same question. Feeling weak and shaking with sobs, I leaned into Frank's large frame.
Then I heard his words in my ear... the image of Frank's fully erect penis, the doubts I had had about him earlier... it all came rushing back... I needed a friend, nothing else... sex would be good, but I was a married woman. Even if I appeared to be a basket case, I was still a level-headed, practical person underneath my shaky exterior and smudged make-up....
I stiffened in his arms and sat up straight, trying to wipe away my tears with the back of my hand, preparing to show Frank to the door...
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Sara tensed up, the expression on her face clearly changing to one of distrust, suspicion... I sensed her defenses beginning to kick in and immediately removed my hands from her shoulder and leg. Sitting back and smiling warmly, I allowed her to regain her personal space and hopefully relaxed any inhibitions she may have felt... I broke the silence
"Sara, I've been around the block a few times and seen an awful lot in my lifetime... If you don't mind my ramblings, I might be able to shed some light on your husband's rather peculiar behavior."
Shifting in my seat, I reached out for my glass of lemonade and took a drink.
Turning my attention back to the confused young lady seated beside me, I continued.
"Many young, successful men go through a stage where they are determined to conquer the world... They enter the job market, fresh out of college and begin climbing the corporate ladder. Each success feeds their ego, giving them a misguided sense of infallibility. For the first time in their lives, they have real power, in their eager hands. Maybe they have their own office.... corporate credit card...company car... maybe even a secretary.
With each new perk, comes temptation...."
I studied her face and saw a look of recognition written all over it.
"Unfortunately, the lure of power overwhelms them, so much so that they start neglecting their families... The work days become longer, as do the more frequent "business" trips... Sara, Ive seen it happen a million times..."
I paused, giving her an opportunity to digest my words...Hoping that my "worldy" assessment might intrigue her enough to continue our conversation. I knew I had hit home. Now I had to see how she would react ....
"Sara, I've been around the block a few times and seen an awful lot in my lifetime... If you don't mind my ramblings, I might be able to shed some light on your husband's rather peculiar behavior."
Shifting in my seat, I reached out for my glass of lemonade and took a drink.
Turning my attention back to the confused young lady seated beside me, I continued.
"Many young, successful men go through a stage where they are determined to conquer the world... They enter the job market, fresh out of college and begin climbing the corporate ladder. Each success feeds their ego, giving them a misguided sense of infallibility. For the first time in their lives, they have real power, in their eager hands. Maybe they have their own office.... corporate credit card...company car... maybe even a secretary.
With each new perk, comes temptation...."
I studied her face and saw a look of recognition written all over it.
"Unfortunately, the lure of power overwhelms them, so much so that they start neglecting their families... The work days become longer, as do the more frequent "business" trips... Sara, Ive seen it happen a million times..."
I paused, giving her an opportunity to digest my words...Hoping that my "worldy" assessment might intrigue her enough to continue our conversation. I knew I had hit home. Now I had to see how she would react ....
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"Mr. Taylor, I may be a mess, but I'm not stupid... I realize that you're suggesting that Phil's trips are for pleasure (I cringed as I said that word) and not business, and I've been suspicious of that for a while. I may seem innocent to you and I may be fairly ignorant of things of this sort, but I... I do know some things... and I... I would appreciate it if you wouldn't treat me like a child..."
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Her words stung me, for a second... My immediate reaction being one of anger. Who the fuck did this little bitch think she was dealing with. Maybe my little act was so convincing that she believed me to be a senile old fart. I wonder if she would change her mind if I bent her over the kitchen table and gave her a good fucking...
My mind scrambled to regain control... "Calm down," I repeated to myself... "Keep cool and you'll bed this cute little piece of ass."
I forced myself to smile, settling back into my "worldly older man" persona.
"I'm sorry if I treated you like a child, Sara. I thought you wanted advice on your husband's behavior and wanted to help out. "
I stood up and looked down upon the small woman... so beautiful... so sexy... so confused. Putting on the most convincing hurt look I could muster, I pushed in the chair.
"I think I'd better leave before I upset you more."
I slowly turned toward the door, feeling comfortable that I had made some progress today. If she asked me to stay, I would, but if not, I would be back. There was one thing that Sara really didn't understand about me. If nothing else, I was relentless...
My mind scrambled to regain control... "Calm down," I repeated to myself... "Keep cool and you'll bed this cute little piece of ass."
I forced myself to smile, settling back into my "worldly older man" persona.
"I'm sorry if I treated you like a child, Sara. I thought you wanted advice on your husband's behavior and wanted to help out. "
I stood up and looked down upon the small woman... so beautiful... so sexy... so confused. Putting on the most convincing hurt look I could muster, I pushed in the chair.
"I think I'd better leave before I upset you more."
I slowly turned toward the door, feeling comfortable that I had made some progress today. If she asked me to stay, I would, but if not, I would be back. There was one thing that Sara really didn't understand about me. If nothing else, I was relentless...
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He was leaving. Good, that's what I'd wanted. But then why was I regretting my harshness towards him? He hadn't meant to patronize me... perhaps I had been ambiguous in my recounting of Phil's disinterest.
"Mr. Taylor, I didn't mean... I'm sorry, I've been quite edgy lately. And I don't like to dwell on thoughts of what Phil may be up too. I just, well, I wanted to get it off my chest, so thank you for that. And I want to find a solution to the problem... besides divorce... I don't think I could live without him. You're a guy, so maybe you could help... I don't know how to get through to him..."
Looking up at him with wide eyes and a tear-streaked face, I added, "Please, Mr. Taylor, don't go just yet. I don't think we're through talking. I'd like for you to stay, if you don't mind."
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He was leaving. Good, that's what I'd wanted. But then why was I regretting my harshness towards him? He hadn't meant to patronize me... perhaps I had been ambiguous in my recounting of Phil's disinterest.
"Mr. Taylor, I didn't mean... I'm sorry, I've been quite edgy lately. And I don't like to dwell on thoughts of what Phil may be up too. I just, well, I wanted to get it off my chest, so thank you for that. And I want to find a solution to the problem... besides divorce... I don't think I could live without him. You're a guy, so maybe you could help... I don't know how to get through to him..."
Looking up at him with wide eyes and a tear-streaked face, I added, "Please, Mr. Taylor, don't go just yet. I don't think we're through talking. I'd like for you to stay, if you don't mind."
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Her reaction was perfect. There was a sense of desperation, that intrigued me. I hesitated for a moment, but when I looked into her eyes, I couldn't resist. Slowly turning back to her, I returned and sat down again.
"It's okay, honey," I said kindly, "sometimes I get a little preachy and you'll need to put me in my place."
I thought for a moment and then decided to take the conversation into a little more risque area. Maybe it would be a mistake... But then again maybe it wouldn't be.
"Well Sara, I really don't know how to ask this without sounding nosey. So I'll just ask and you can answer if you like."
I cleared my throat, trying to act uncomforatble about the subject I was about to broach...
"Have you ever tried rekindling the... Um... sexual spark between yourself and Phil ?"
I studied her face, trying to determine if I should continue...
"I mean...sometimes a change of pace.... you know... something a little different... um ... might be worth a try."
"It's okay, honey," I said kindly, "sometimes I get a little preachy and you'll need to put me in my place."
I thought for a moment and then decided to take the conversation into a little more risque area. Maybe it would be a mistake... But then again maybe it wouldn't be.
"Well Sara, I really don't know how to ask this without sounding nosey. So I'll just ask and you can answer if you like."
I cleared my throat, trying to act uncomforatble about the subject I was about to broach...
"Have you ever tried rekindling the... Um... sexual spark between yourself and Phil ?"
I studied her face, trying to determine if I should continue...
"I mean...sometimes a change of pace.... you know... something a little different... um ... might be worth a try."
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God! There he went treating me like an foolish, helpless, ignorant child again!
Angrily, I stood abruptly and made my way to the sink. "God, Mr. Taylor! Don't you think I've tried that?? Phil won't... he won't touch me... let alone..." I could feel tears coming on again. "Maybe you were right... Maybe you should just leave... I'm sorry... I..." Turning away from him, I slumped over the sink, my body shaking and my eyes overflowing once again.
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God! There he went treating me like an foolish, helpless, ignorant child again!
Angrily, I stood abruptly and made my way to the sink. "God, Mr. Taylor! Don't you think I've tried that?? Phil won't... he won't touch me... let alone..." I could feel tears coming on again. "Maybe you were right... Maybe you should just leave... I'm sorry... I..." Turning away from him, I slumped over the sink, my body shaking and my eyes overflowing once again.
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She was obviously an emotional wreck. She had clearly asked for advice and then berated me for trying to provide it. I again held my anger in check, moving to her and placing my hands on her shoulders.
She wept silently, her body bent over the sink... My hands began kneading the tense muscles of her shoulders and neck.
"Sara, maybe it's time to stop spending so much time figuring out Phil's problem and start doing things that please you."
Moving expertly from her upper arms to her neck and back again, I massaged away the tension.
"You have a beautiful little girl that needs her mommy and in your emotional state, you can't provide the stability that she needs."
I stepped closer to her, still kneading her soft flesh.
"What is it that you need, Sara ?" I asked, "Other that Phil, what would make you feel better ?"
She wept silently, her body bent over the sink... My hands began kneading the tense muscles of her shoulders and neck.
"Sara, maybe it's time to stop spending so much time figuring out Phil's problem and start doing things that please you."
Moving expertly from her upper arms to her neck and back again, I massaged away the tension.
"You have a beautiful little girl that needs her mommy and in your emotional state, you can't provide the stability that she needs."
I stepped closer to her, still kneading her soft flesh.
"What is it that you need, Sara ?" I asked, "Other that Phil, what would make you feel better ?"
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His hands felt so nice on my shoulders... I had always loved a good massage. And his words... so kind. I could tell he was at least trying to understand. I moved closer to him despite myself. I supposed I had been too hard on him...
Wait a minute! My emotional state?? What right did he have to psychoanalyze me?? The anger I had lately reserved only for Phil boiled up inside me. How dare this man question my ability to be a good mother to Bethany?? What the hell did he know anyway?? He wasn't me... He didn't know...
Turning to face him, my face flushed and my hands clenched, my anger erupted. "What I want is for you to leave me alone! Why can't everyone just leave me alone?? How dare you judge me! I've been pretty much abandoned by my husband, the love of my life, and I'm not even allowed to cry?? Get out of my house!!"
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His hands felt so nice on my shoulders... I had always loved a good massage. And his words... so kind. I could tell he was at least trying to understand. I moved closer to him despite myself. I supposed I had been too hard on him...
Wait a minute! My emotional state?? What right did he have to psychoanalyze me?? The anger I had lately reserved only for Phil boiled up inside me. How dare this man question my ability to be a good mother to Bethany?? What the hell did he know anyway?? He wasn't me... He didn't know...
Turning to face him, my face flushed and my hands clenched, my anger erupted. "What I want is for you to leave me alone! Why can't everyone just leave me alone?? How dare you judge me! I've been pretty much abandoned by my husband, the love of my life, and I'm not even allowed to cry?? Get out of my house!!"
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I turned and walked to the door, my blood boiling with anger. 'Oh, I'll leave your house you little bitch,' I thought to myself, 'but I'll be back and I'll get what I want.'
I reached for the door handle and opened it, turning once again to face the beautiful young woman once again.
"You are a beautiful young woman, Sara," I said quietly, "don't ever let any man make you question that. I'm sorry that I wasn't more help to you... but if you ever need anything... don't hesitate to call me."
I studied her from the doorway...my mind filled with sexual desire, wanting to take her right there and then. Images of her naked body flashed through my brain... 'Sweet little Sara, you have no idea who you are dealing with,' I thought.
I had already started to formulate a plan...
I reached for the door handle and opened it, turning once again to face the beautiful young woman once again.
"You are a beautiful young woman, Sara," I said quietly, "don't ever let any man make you question that. I'm sorry that I wasn't more help to you... but if you ever need anything... don't hesitate to call me."
I studied her from the doorway...my mind filled with sexual desire, wanting to take her right there and then. Images of her naked body flashed through my brain... 'Sweet little Sara, you have no idea who you are dealing with,' I thought.
I had already started to formulate a plan...
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In my opinion, Phil and Mr. Taylor had perfectly illustrated just what was wrong with men today... they didn't think before they spoke or acted. They didn't think about what their words and actions would do to the women involved in their lives. They thought they could fix everything but never stopped to think out anything clearly. Arg, I was so frustrated with men!
I washed my face, fixed my makeup, and pulled myself together, which wasn't very hard to do without a man there to remind me of my situation. Besides, I'd turned my TV on to Jerry Springer, which not only distracted me but also made my life seem a lot more normal and sane.
Around one o'clock in the afternoon I called my friend Patty, and we went out to a late lunch together. I griped to her about my neighbor and his rude comments (She was already aware of my concerns about Phil), and together we complained about men in general and concluded that they were all animals.
After a short trip to Wal-Mart, I picked Bethany up from school. She was suprised to see me, as she normally rode the bus home, but greeted me with a sticky kiss and a private viewing of her masterpiece-- a watercolor picture of our family. I think I had used up all my tears that morning, as I was able to stay calm and praise her efforts.
On the way home, she chattered about Casey's frog and teacher's hiccups and how Sandy had tripped over Luke's lunchbox. I just smiled at the chattering girl, happy that the problems between Phil and me weren't affecting her as of yet.
As I turned the car into our street, Bethany said, "Oh, no! Mom, I almost forgot! I'm supposed to go to Casey's tonight for her bir'day party!"
"Oh gosh, Bethany! I forgot about that too! Umm, there's a present for her at the house, isn't there?"
"Yep. We got her a Veggie Tales coloring book, 'member?"
"Oh, yeah, that's right. Well, we'll pick that up and then I'll get you over there as quickly as possible, 'k sweetie?"
So that's what we did... and then I returned home alone, wondering what to do with my suddenly empty evening.
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In my opinion, Phil and Mr. Taylor had perfectly illustrated just what was wrong with men today... they didn't think before they spoke or acted. They didn't think about what their words and actions would do to the women involved in their lives. They thought they could fix everything but never stopped to think out anything clearly. Arg, I was so frustrated with men!
I washed my face, fixed my makeup, and pulled myself together, which wasn't very hard to do without a man there to remind me of my situation. Besides, I'd turned my TV on to Jerry Springer, which not only distracted me but also made my life seem a lot more normal and sane.
Around one o'clock in the afternoon I called my friend Patty, and we went out to a late lunch together. I griped to her about my neighbor and his rude comments (She was already aware of my concerns about Phil), and together we complained about men in general and concluded that they were all animals.
After a short trip to Wal-Mart, I picked Bethany up from school. She was suprised to see me, as she normally rode the bus home, but greeted me with a sticky kiss and a private viewing of her masterpiece-- a watercolor picture of our family. I think I had used up all my tears that morning, as I was able to stay calm and praise her efforts.
On the way home, she chattered about Casey's frog and teacher's hiccups and how Sandy had tripped over Luke's lunchbox. I just smiled at the chattering girl, happy that the problems between Phil and me weren't affecting her as of yet.
As I turned the car into our street, Bethany said, "Oh, no! Mom, I almost forgot! I'm supposed to go to Casey's tonight for her bir'day party!"
"Oh gosh, Bethany! I forgot about that too! Umm, there's a present for her at the house, isn't there?"
"Yep. We got her a Veggie Tales coloring book, 'member?"
"Oh, yeah, that's right. Well, we'll pick that up and then I'll get you over there as quickly as possible, 'k sweetie?"
So that's what we did... and then I returned home alone, wondering what to do with my suddenly empty evening.
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I went home, gathered some equipment that I had in the basement and waited... watching the Kline's house...wondering what my sexy little neighbor was up to.
Finally around 1:00 I saw her leave...
Rushing out my backdoor and into their yard, I turned over the brick which I knew hid a key. (I had seen Phil use it several times when he returned home in the wee hours of the morning.)
Letting myself in, I hurried into the basement, immediately locating the phone line. Tracing it to it's source, I found a nice spot to splice in. Within minutes I had the small bug wired in and ready. (I had used the same device to catch my ex-wife in her extramarital affair. How ironic, now I was going to use it to get Sara to commit the same act.)
Finishing my business downstairs, I couldn't help but take another quick tour of the Kline's master bedroom. Carefully opening each dresser drawer, I found one containing Sara's lingerie. Picking up one skimpy black teddy, I noticed a small vibrator hidden beneath it.
"Oh my little Sara, how sad for such a beautiful young thing to resort to such measures," I mumbled to myself. Returning her sex aid and the lingerie to the drawer, I made my way downstairs and back to my own home.
With the first part of my preparation completed, I grabbed my car keys and hopped into my car. Heading down to the local liquor store, I talked to the owner and had him find me a nice bottle of wine. Explaining that it was a gift, I had him wrap it up nicely...
Back at home I attached a small note, "A small peace offering... Please forgive me" and signed it. Once again I made my way nextdoor , but this time I left the bottle on her front porch, knowing she would find it when she returned.
I felt great, the voyeur in me was pleased with the thought of being able to listen in on her conversations... I just hoped I'd hear something worthwhile...
Meanwhile, I'd try to smooth things over with her and hopefully regain her trust...
Finally around 1:00 I saw her leave...
Rushing out my backdoor and into their yard, I turned over the brick which I knew hid a key. (I had seen Phil use it several times when he returned home in the wee hours of the morning.)
Letting myself in, I hurried into the basement, immediately locating the phone line. Tracing it to it's source, I found a nice spot to splice in. Within minutes I had the small bug wired in and ready. (I had used the same device to catch my ex-wife in her extramarital affair. How ironic, now I was going to use it to get Sara to commit the same act.)
Finishing my business downstairs, I couldn't help but take another quick tour of the Kline's master bedroom. Carefully opening each dresser drawer, I found one containing Sara's lingerie. Picking up one skimpy black teddy, I noticed a small vibrator hidden beneath it.
"Oh my little Sara, how sad for such a beautiful young thing to resort to such measures," I mumbled to myself. Returning her sex aid and the lingerie to the drawer, I made my way downstairs and back to my own home.
With the first part of my preparation completed, I grabbed my car keys and hopped into my car. Heading down to the local liquor store, I talked to the owner and had him find me a nice bottle of wine. Explaining that it was a gift, I had him wrap it up nicely...
Back at home I attached a small note, "A small peace offering... Please forgive me" and signed it. Once again I made my way nextdoor , but this time I left the bottle on her front porch, knowing she would find it when she returned.
I felt great, the voyeur in me was pleased with the thought of being able to listen in on her conversations... I just hoped I'd hear something worthwhile...
Meanwhile, I'd try to smooth things over with her and hopefully regain her trust...
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Returning home from dropping Bethany off at the party, I nearly tripped on the wine bottle sitting on my welcome mat. "A small peace offering... Please forgive me," the note read, but I refused to let the token of friendship erase my frustration at Mr. Taylor's ignorance and patronization. I'd decided that he may be a good person to have around as a friend, but I planned to let him grovel for a bit.
I figured if Phil was indeed going elsewhere for physical comfort, I may as well do the same for emotional comfort (which Mr. Taylor would be great at if he wasn't be such a GUY), and who better to go to than a man more or less despised by my husband? A friendship with Mr. Taylor would give me somewhat of an upperhand in my marriage to Phil; instead of the current situation, which I was the spouse suffering from rejection, I planned to create a scenario in which Phil would see what it felt like to be the rejected party... the hurt, the jealousy, the confusion, the anger...
Tossing the apologetic note into the garbage, I set the ribbon-wrapped bottle on the kitchen counter, in a nice central location where Phil would be sure to look when he returned from his... trip.
Lounging on the living room sofa, I flipped through the TV Guide, finding nothing that sounded the least bit stimulating or even amusing. I almost jumped from fright when the phone rang, the shrill sound echoing through the empty house.
"Kline residence. Sara speaking."
"Hi, sweetie, it's Patty."
"Hey!"
"I just wanted to call and see if you were doing any better. You seemed really upset at lunch, though it was definitely understandable, considering the situation. But I was just concerned..."
"Oh! Thanks so much for caring. You're such a doll!"
"So how are you?"
"Better... I've come up with a plan to give Phil bit of a taste of his own medicine." I proceeded to explain in full my plan to build a friendship with my neighbor in order to make my husband realize how much it hurt to be rejected. "So, do you think it'll work?"
"Mmm, probably. I'd say it's definitely worth a try. Just be careful, Sara. It sounds like you could be playing with fire, you know?"
"Yeah..."
"I just mean that things could get out of hand if you're not careful, but I know you will be, so I'll just wish you the best of luck and let you get back to whatever you were doing..."
"Which was nothing," I said with a little laugh. "Thanks for the call, Patty. I'll most defnitely heed you're advice, k?"
"Good. Bye sweetie."
"G'bye."
Hanging up the phone, I headed upstairs to change into something more comfortable...
IC:
Returning home from dropping Bethany off at the party, I nearly tripped on the wine bottle sitting on my welcome mat. "A small peace offering... Please forgive me," the note read, but I refused to let the token of friendship erase my frustration at Mr. Taylor's ignorance and patronization. I'd decided that he may be a good person to have around as a friend, but I planned to let him grovel for a bit.
I figured if Phil was indeed going elsewhere for physical comfort, I may as well do the same for emotional comfort (which Mr. Taylor would be great at if he wasn't be such a GUY), and who better to go to than a man more or less despised by my husband? A friendship with Mr. Taylor would give me somewhat of an upperhand in my marriage to Phil; instead of the current situation, which I was the spouse suffering from rejection, I planned to create a scenario in which Phil would see what it felt like to be the rejected party... the hurt, the jealousy, the confusion, the anger...
Tossing the apologetic note into the garbage, I set the ribbon-wrapped bottle on the kitchen counter, in a nice central location where Phil would be sure to look when he returned from his... trip.
Lounging on the living room sofa, I flipped through the TV Guide, finding nothing that sounded the least bit stimulating or even amusing. I almost jumped from fright when the phone rang, the shrill sound echoing through the empty house.
"Kline residence. Sara speaking."
"Hi, sweetie, it's Patty."
"Hey!"
"I just wanted to call and see if you were doing any better. You seemed really upset at lunch, though it was definitely understandable, considering the situation. But I was just concerned..."
"Oh! Thanks so much for caring. You're such a doll!"
"So how are you?"
"Better... I've come up with a plan to give Phil bit of a taste of his own medicine." I proceeded to explain in full my plan to build a friendship with my neighbor in order to make my husband realize how much it hurt to be rejected. "So, do you think it'll work?"
"Mmm, probably. I'd say it's definitely worth a try. Just be careful, Sara. It sounds like you could be playing with fire, you know?"
"Yeah..."
"I just mean that things could get out of hand if you're not careful, but I know you will be, so I'll just wish you the best of luck and let you get back to whatever you were doing..."
"Which was nothing," I said with a little laugh. "Thanks for the call, Patty. I'll most defnitely heed you're advice, k?"
"Good. Bye sweetie."
"G'bye."
Hanging up the phone, I headed upstairs to change into something more comfortable...
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OOC: Welcome back, and thanks for continuing the thread !!
IC: The sound of Sara's voice, on the phone, sent tentacles of excitement throughout my body. I have always had a weird thing about listening in on women's private conversations and spying on them... I am a true voyeur...
Her soft, childlike voice was so sexy.
I envisioned her, all alone in the big house. Her small sexy body, curled up on the couch. Those smooth, shapely legs tucked under her... God, I wanted her so badly !!!
My homemade contraption worked perfectly. I have always enjoyed working with electronics and could build just about anything. This little toy was especially fun, given my penchant for spying. I could record or just eavesdrop on Sara without her having a clue...
I listened intently as Sara spelled out her plan....
She would use me to make her useless husband jealous !!
"Oh Sara, you are a naughty girl," I said outloud. Her words ignited something inside me. I was more determined, than ever, to have this little beauty. "If you think you are going to use me, you little cunt," I muttered, "you have another thing coming !!"
I stood at the window, listening...waiting...watching....
She hung up the phone. I saw her small figure, walk through the kitchen, toward the stairway...
"Come on baby, let Frank have another peak at that cute body !!"
IC: The sound of Sara's voice, on the phone, sent tentacles of excitement throughout my body. I have always had a weird thing about listening in on women's private conversations and spying on them... I am a true voyeur...
Her soft, childlike voice was so sexy.
I envisioned her, all alone in the big house. Her small sexy body, curled up on the couch. Those smooth, shapely legs tucked under her... God, I wanted her so badly !!!
My homemade contraption worked perfectly. I have always enjoyed working with electronics and could build just about anything. This little toy was especially fun, given my penchant for spying. I could record or just eavesdrop on Sara without her having a clue...
I listened intently as Sara spelled out her plan....
She would use me to make her useless husband jealous !!
"Oh Sara, you are a naughty girl," I said outloud. Her words ignited something inside me. I was more determined, than ever, to have this little beauty. "If you think you are going to use me, you little cunt," I muttered, "you have another thing coming !!"
I stood at the window, listening...waiting...watching....
She hung up the phone. I saw her small figure, walk through the kitchen, toward the stairway...
"Come on baby, let Frank have another peak at that cute body !!"
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Sara
I entered my bathroom and picked up the nightie that I'd tossed into the hamper that morning. It was still clean... well, clean enough, especially since I had a big house, a big bed, all to myself for the night (When we'd arrived at Casey's house, Bethany had begged and begged to be allowed to stay there overnight, and I'd finally caved in, not wanting to be the "mean mom.")
Setting the nightie aside, I stripped off my top and skirt and moved to the sink. Running a warm, soapy washcloth over my smooth skin, I closed my eyes and imagined I was washing away all my worries and cares. I then dried myself with a fluffy towel, removed my bra and undies and squeezed a dab of peach-scented lotion into my hand. I first lotioned my arms, then my legs, running my hands along my firm thighs and calves in long, slow strokes. I massaged lotion into my tense shoulders and rubbed some into the soft skin of my abdomen. Moving my hands upward, I let my eyes fall shut as my lotioned fingers cupped the underside of my breasts. My thumbs moved in small circles, kneeding the firm flesh and brushing against my perfect nipples. My chin fell back and a soft smile played on my lips as I felt them grow taut under my fingers. A low moan escaped my lips, and I longed for release. It had been so long...
Running my hands down my sides, I forced myself to open my eyes and regain control. I slipped into the short, light-blue nightie and brushed my hair back into a plain ponytail.
I would just have to wait until Phil came back, I told myself. I'd think of something so enticing that he wouldn't be able to refuse pleasuring me. I had no idea what, since I'd already tried everything I could think of (except the stuff I thought would scare him... don't wanna do that), but there must be something I'd forgotten. Maybe I'd tie him down...
With that thought, I made my way back downstairs. I had nothing worthwhile to do, but it was still too early to go to bed. Lounging on the sofa, I picked up a John Grisham novel I was about halfway through and began to read.
I entered my bathroom and picked up the nightie that I'd tossed into the hamper that morning. It was still clean... well, clean enough, especially since I had a big house, a big bed, all to myself for the night (When we'd arrived at Casey's house, Bethany had begged and begged to be allowed to stay there overnight, and I'd finally caved in, not wanting to be the "mean mom.")
Setting the nightie aside, I stripped off my top and skirt and moved to the sink. Running a warm, soapy washcloth over my smooth skin, I closed my eyes and imagined I was washing away all my worries and cares. I then dried myself with a fluffy towel, removed my bra and undies and squeezed a dab of peach-scented lotion into my hand. I first lotioned my arms, then my legs, running my hands along my firm thighs and calves in long, slow strokes. I massaged lotion into my tense shoulders and rubbed some into the soft skin of my abdomen. Moving my hands upward, I let my eyes fall shut as my lotioned fingers cupped the underside of my breasts. My thumbs moved in small circles, kneeding the firm flesh and brushing against my perfect nipples. My chin fell back and a soft smile played on my lips as I felt them grow taut under my fingers. A low moan escaped my lips, and I longed for release. It had been so long...
Running my hands down my sides, I forced myself to open my eyes and regain control. I slipped into the short, light-blue nightie and brushed my hair back into a plain ponytail.
I would just have to wait until Phil came back, I told myself. I'd think of something so enticing that he wouldn't be able to refuse pleasuring me. I had no idea what, since I'd already tried everything I could think of (except the stuff I thought would scare him... don't wanna do that), but there must be something I'd forgotten. Maybe I'd tie him down...
With that thought, I made my way back downstairs. I had nothing worthwhile to do, but it was still too early to go to bed. Lounging on the sofa, I picked up a John Grisham novel I was about halfway through and began to read.
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"Oh yeah sweetheart, slide that hand all over those beatiful titties," I moaned, watching Sara, in the bathroom...
The binoculars gave me a nice closeup of her sexy young form...
those sexy legs...that cute little ass...
And then she left...
"Oh shit, I've got to get over there....," I exclaim to myself.
Hurrying out accross the front lawn and onto her porch, I formulate an excuse to be there. Rining the doorbell, I wait...and then I see the curtains part...Sara looks out the livingroom window...
The door opens...but only a crack...
"Sorry for disturbing you," I offer, trying to sound convincing. "But there was a guy snooping around your house just now. Maybe the same one that stopped by this afternoon. I saw him staring up at your bathroom window..."
I studied the look on her face, hoping she was buying my story...
"When I came out, he ran down the street."
Her beautiful eyes...
Please God, let her believe me...
"I just wanted to make sure you were alright..."
The binoculars gave me a nice closeup of her sexy young form...
those sexy legs...that cute little ass...
And then she left...
"Oh shit, I've got to get over there....," I exclaim to myself.
Hurrying out accross the front lawn and onto her porch, I formulate an excuse to be there. Rining the doorbell, I wait...and then I see the curtains part...Sara looks out the livingroom window...
The door opens...but only a crack...
"Sorry for disturbing you," I offer, trying to sound convincing. "But there was a guy snooping around your house just now. Maybe the same one that stopped by this afternoon. I saw him staring up at your bathroom window..."
I studied the look on her face, hoping she was buying my story...
"When I came out, he ran down the street."
Her beautiful eyes...
Please God, let her believe me...
"I just wanted to make sure you were alright..."
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Sara
I started at the sound of the doorbell. "Who could be stopping by at this hour?" I wondered. Peeking through the window, I saw Mr. Taylor standing in the florescent glow of the porchlight, looking somewhat nervous. Opening the door a few inches, I listened to his excuse for invading upon my quiet evening. It sounded legit, especially since that guy had been stalking me. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right," he was saying.
"Thanks, Mr. Taylor, I really do appreciate the concern. Maybe I should call the authorities and report that guy. He's really starting to creep me out..."
Opening the door wider, I motioned for my neighbor to come inside. "Won't you come in? I feel really badly about the way I acted towards you earlier. I'm just going through a tough time, you know? I know that's no excuse for my behavior, but I do hope you can understand. I really would like for us to be friends."
I waited for his response, hoping that my plan to foster a friendship with him in order to make Phil jealous would work.
I started at the sound of the doorbell. "Who could be stopping by at this hour?" I wondered. Peeking through the window, I saw Mr. Taylor standing in the florescent glow of the porchlight, looking somewhat nervous. Opening the door a few inches, I listened to his excuse for invading upon my quiet evening. It sounded legit, especially since that guy had been stalking me. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right," he was saying.
"Thanks, Mr. Taylor, I really do appreciate the concern. Maybe I should call the authorities and report that guy. He's really starting to creep me out..."
Opening the door wider, I motioned for my neighbor to come inside. "Won't you come in? I feel really badly about the way I acted towards you earlier. I'm just going through a tough time, you know? I know that's no excuse for my behavior, but I do hope you can understand. I really would like for us to be friends."
I waited for his response, hoping that my plan to foster a friendship with him in order to make Phil jealous would work.
