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Chapter Four

Wednesday, September 24, 1958

She arrived at the gas station as before, driving through, honking and waving. Maeve parked in back in the alley and walked around to the men's restroom. A man was waiting for her in there. She lifted up her dress, turned and bent over the sink.

He took a while. He was long and thick and rammed her for what seemed an hour. It was probably only ten minutes. Maeve was sore from last night, which didn't help.

He gave her seven-fifty, she was expecting ten dollars. "That's what Wilbur told me it'd be," he said. She did not say anything more, just put the money on the towel case on the wall and waited for the next one.

Wilbur came in next. He looked at her. She was pretty, he thought, but just a cheap whore. "Turn around," he said.

She faced him.

"Bill is going to watch the station while you and I go somewhere."

She let her dress fall, pushed it down and straightened it. He noticed she had the garter belt but no stockings on. She looked tired. "Somewhere?" she asked.

"You'll be working at a motel on the beach." He unlatched the door. "I'll show you where."

"Working?"

"Working making more money." He followed her out to the alley behind the station and around to her red Thunderbird. He held his hand out.

Maeve said, "Shit." She left him and came back a minute later. She gave him four dollars. "You owe me a quarter."

"Get in the car." Wilbur opened the passenger door for himself and got in.

While Maeve was driving Wilbur played with the radio. "Don't do that," she said.

"I'm just trying to get my favorite station." He fiddled with the dial some more, gave up. He sat back in his seat. He left the dial so the radio only played static.

Maeve turned the radio off, faced the road and concentrated on her driving. She was losing control, she realized.

"Nice car," Wilbur said.

Maeve did not say a thing.

"What do you think your husband would say if he knew?" He paused. "I have his name and address somewhere." She could hear him fish in his pocket. He pulled out a piece of paper and slowly read from it. "Mr. Ronald Denton. His work number is Orange 6-5485." He paused. "I think you know the address, Mrs. Denton."

"How did you —?"

Wilbur laughed. He reached in front of her and flipped her visor down. "It wasn't hard, mam. While you were busy yesterday." He flipped the visor back up. He sat back in his seat. "Mrs. Denton, I found the perfect place for you. Nice motel. Agreeable owner. Rooms are seven-fifty. He wants an extra twenty dollars, which is reasonable, I think." He paused. "He gets to fuck you for free, like me."

She shook her head.

"I think you'll like it, mam. A nice lounge next door. The beach a block away for a quick swim if you have time. Besides, that station restroom is nasty. I could never smell your perfume like I can now."

"You're nasty," she said. She faced straight ahead as she drove.

"Whores are nasty. Pimps are just businessmen." He laughed. "It's three blocks away, on your left." He paused. "As they say, location, location, location. This place has it."

Maeve decided the motel room wasn't that bad. There was a place to wash up afterwards, the room felt and smelled clean. She even could smell salt on the air from the beach nearby. Still, she thought, I will have to fuck five or six guys plus the owner just to pay its cost. She decided the room was not worth it and turned to leave. Wilbur and another man, a short fat greasy person, were in the doorway looking at her.

"Mam," Wilbur said. "I think it's time I finally see you without that dress on."

She found her self on her hands and knees, Wilbur was doing her from behind, the short man was doing her mouth. She thought he didn't want her to breathe.

When they were done, they left her. She lay on her side on the bed thinking about how much she had to make today. She got up, put on her shoes and dress and went over to the lounge. It's dark in there, she thought, I don't need to wash up first.

Thirteen men later she had the thirty dollars for Johnny, the twenty-seven fifty for the motel owner and fifty-seven fifty for Wilbur. She didn't have any extra for herself. She had to stop at the service station to drop Wilbur's money off, let him fuck her a second time and then go to Johnny's. She didn't wash, she smelled like a fish market. She thought Johnny might appreciate that.

Maeve had planned to call Johnny at work sometime during the day. She wanted to talk to him, to hear his voice. She wanted to be sure he still liked her. She had ended up being too busy to call. She wanted Johnny to be first tonight, no matter what.

Maeve pulled into Johnny's drive. She recognized all three cars there besides Johnny's white Chevrolet Impala. She groaned. Alex and Charles had just about worn her out last night and here they were, back for more.

Maeve had never thought anyone could wear her out.

She parked behind Michael's car, got out of the red Thunderbird and shut the door. She straightened her orange jersey dress. She walked towards Johnny's door wondering if they would notice her boobs jiggle. She was not wearing a bra and it showed more in this dress.

She knocked at the door and waited.

Johnny opened it; he smiled when he saw her. "You didn't need to knock." He stepped aside when she entered. He saw her look about. "They're in the other room, snacking."

"Johnny," Maeve said. She saw he stood with his hand out, after shutting the door. "Oh." She opened her purse, took the thirty dollars out, and handed it to him.

Johnny bent to her and they kissed.

Maeve pushed Johnny back with her hand to his chest. "Johnny, we need to talk."

"OK." He stepped back. "Why don't you take those things off?"

Maeve looked closely at Johnny. She nodded. She hoped they would get a chance to talk soon. She removed her dress and garter belt, laying them over the back of the wing chair. "Happy now?" She stepped toward him.

"You are incredibly beautiful, Maeve." He let his eyes wander down her body and then slowly back up to her face. "Let's go show you to the guys."

Maeve followed him, letting him drag her after him by her hand. He had changed. She really needed to talk to him. "Johnny?"

They passed the kitchen, then they were in another room. Alex and Charles sat on a sofa, they looked up and saw her and smiled. Alex blushed. Michael was in an armchair with his back to Johnny and Maeve. "She's here," Johnny said. He drew her into the center of the room so they all could see her.

"Hi guys," she said. "Johnny?"

Johnny hugged her. "Yes, dear." He grinned at his friends. One finger traced the bottom of her ribcage, from her sternum to her side, then back up again. She leaned against him.

Maeve opened her eyes. "We need to talk first."

Johnny winked to his friends. "OK."

Maeve followed him down the hall toward his room; they turned to the left into the guestroom.

She stood and looked through the door. All the furniture had been removed except for a straightback chair in a corner. The double bed was moved to the center of a wall, it had only a pale blue bottom sheet. A ceramic hanging lamp in the corner gave the room's light.

"Like it?" Johnny asked. He walked into the room and sat on the bed. "No, stand. I want to look at you."

Maeve stood and watched while Johnny undressed. He left his clothes in a pile on the floor.

"OK," he said. "Let's talk." He drew her down onto the bed beside him. They kissed. Johnny drew her further up on the bed and started touching her.

Maeve held still and felt his hands on her breasts. She wanted to talk, she wanted to feel him. Johnny kissed her, his fingers were in her pussy. He could feel the slipperiness of today's men, she knew. She was glad that it did not seem to bother him.

Johnny climbed on top of her, entered her and thrust slowly. She wanted to pull him down into her; she raised her knees and pressed her heels into his back. She pulled his shoulders down, she moved against each thrust, she used her muscles to tantalize his cock. She hoped that was what he was feeling, the best feeling possible. She squeezed, she rolled, she squeezed, and she panted into his ear, "Fuck me, Johnny."

Johnny kept the same steady pace. Maeve couldn't do more, she relaxed. Her legs relaxed, her arms relaxed, she was moaning. Cries came out of her, she came and shook.

Johnny kept the same steady pace. Maeve dropped her legs back to the bed. Her hands were holding his arms, they slid down and flopped open on the bed. Maeve was shaking her head from side to side, mumbling and moaning. She opened her eyes and called out. Her whole body trembled from her toes to her shoulders in waves.

Johnny kept the same steady pace. She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him close to her. She twitched her pelvis rapidly from side to side. She growled in his ear, she shook, her eyes opened and she smiled. She shut her eyes. Johnny came.

He was asleep on her; she felt the back of his head, felt his face rub against hers. He needs another shave, she thought. Oh Johnny, she thought.

Johnny snorted, his eyes opened and he stared, then smiled. He raised himself off her and looked down at her. "Ready for the others?"

"Johnny, we need to talk."

"I thought you meant we needed to fuck." He rolled off her and sat up. "Maeve, that was incredible. You're incredible." He traced his finger along the side of her breast.

"Johnny, we need to talk."

"OK. We'll talk." He stood up, went over to his pile of clothes and started to put them on.

Maeve sat up. "Johnny, I'm serious. We need to talk."

"We will." He stood up and pulled on his pants. "We'll talk after the party. The guys are waiting." He came over and kissed her. "You know how much they love you." He went back to his clothes and put on his shirt.

"Johnny." Her eyes followed his hands as he buttoned the shirt. She liked his long, slender fingers. They looked like the hands of an artist or musician, she thought.

He sat on the bed by her. "Maeve. We'll talk after they leave." He took her hand. "I have to go back to the office tonight. I won't leave right away. I'll be back around midnight." He squeezed her hand. "I'll chase them away then." He bent and they kissed. "Then we'll talk. You must be tired. Alex and Charles go on and on about last night." They kissed again. He stood up and went to the door. "Shall I send them on in, or do you want to come out?"

"Johnny. I love you, I really do." She looked at him. She tried to use every muscle in her body to show how much she loved him.

Johnny came back to Maeve and bent down. He looked into her moist eyes. His finger touched her cheek. "I know you do. I realized last night how much you love me." He kissed her. She looked at his face as he drew away. "I love you, Maeve."

"Oh Johnny." She held out her arms to him. They hugged and kissed. He backed away, finally.

"Here or do you want to come out?" He smiled at her.

"Here. Tell them I'm ready and waiting." Maeve smiled at his back as he went to the door. "Johnny." He turned. "I'd do anything for you."

He smiled. "I'll send them in." He started to go out, then turned back. "Alex brought his camera. He is going to take pictures. OK?" She nodded and smiled at him.

Johnny sat down with Michael after Alex and Charles hurried off to Maeve.

"I need to go out shortly. I'll be back around midnight."

Michael nodded and smiled. "You devil."

Johnny looked at him. "No. It's the office. Honest."

"You sly devil."

Johnny sat back in his seat with a cracker in his hand. "Anyway. When I come back, I will be chasing everyone off. Maeve needs to sleep."

Michael grinned even more. "You sly devil. I never knew you had it in you."

"No. Really. She needs to sleep. She has a busy day tomorrow. Then Joe's Tavern afterwards." He took another cracker. "You're coming, aren't you?"

"Nothing could keep me away." Michael took a sip of his beer. "Johnny?"

Johnny looked at him, chewing on the cracker.

"When I was in Germany, we'd just taken her. Hitler was dead, the country was a mess, a ruin. People were starving. Women were for the picking. I had a girl named Hilda, Hildegard actually. Her father was some nutty medievalist, a professor at the university. Hilda was like Maeve, gorgeous and wild. She was mine and did whatever I wanted. She whored for me, not for money much, mostly for army favors, to the brass. I miss her; this week has been like the good old days for me. I envy you." Michael took a sip of beer. "And you've got another?" He put the beer down on the table and looked at Johnny. "Don't do anything stupid and lose Maeve, will you? It'd break all our hearts. Yours worst of all." He picked up the beer again. "You wouldn't find out until too late, that's when it really hurts." He tipped the bottle at Johnny as a toast and finished the beer. "It still hurts, take it from me." Michael smiled. "The bitch is making me maudlin. Goddamn." He put the empty beer bottle down and stood up. Michael smiled at Johnny. "Better get me some now since we're on short rations tonight." He headed toward the guest bedroom.

Johnny sat and ate crackers and thought. He wondered what Michael told Alice.

Maeve was on her back, her legs wrapped around Charles' hips as he fucked her when she felt someone watching. She opened her eyes and saw Michael standing in the doorway. She smiled at him, turned back to Charles and whispered, "Fuck me harder," in his ear.

Alex was taking his turn when she noticed Michael again in the doorway watching her. He smiled at her, she smiled back. She turned to Alex and shut her eyes.

Alex finished and climbed off the bed. Michael came into the room. Maeve opened her eyes and looked at him.

"It's my turn now, whore," he said. He bent and held her chin. "Listening?"

She looked up to him. He still had his clothes on. She tried to nod her head, couldn't. "Yes." She watched his face.

"Good." Michael turned to Alex and Charles. "Ignore us for a few minutes." He turned to Maeve. He shook her head, then released her chin. He stood back from the bed and threw something onto it. "On your knees." He paused. "Face the end of the bed."

Maeve watched him over her shoulder as she got on her knees. She faced forward. She waited.

"Move to the end of the bed, whore."

She nodded; she crawled using her knees to the edge of the bed. She waited.

"Hands behind you."

She moved her hands so they were behind her.

"Clasp them."

She clasped her hands together. He grabbed them and pulled them down to her ankles, forcing her to arch her back. She faced forward. Michael held her like that for a minute, then released her.

"Don't move."

She blinked her eyes. She saw the look on Charles' and Alex's faces. Alex reached for his camera.

She felt Michael's breath on her ear. "You're listening, aren't you?" he asked softly.

She nodded slightly.

"Johnny isn't sure you love him. He's distracted. This work thing is bothering him." He stroked the edge of her jaw with the back of his finger. "You love Johnny, don't you?"

She nodded.

"You'd do anything for him?"

She nodded.

"You don't want to lose him?"

She looked at Michael.

He pushed her face forward. He stroked her chin. "You don't want to lose him, do you?"

She shook her head. She shifted her eyes to her left, trying to see Michael.

His finger dropped down her shoulder, it followed a line between her neck and her arm, then circled back.

"Sweetheart, you have everything a man could ever want." His finger slid to her breast, he felt a nipple, squeezed her breast. His hand left her body. He tapped her head. "What's up here will keep him." He paused. "Use it."

She nodded.

"OK?"

She nodded.

"OK." Michael spoke loud enough for Charles and Alex to hear. He looked at them. "Maeve has agreed to do some special pictures." He paused. "Haven't you?"

She looked at him quickly, she faced forward and nodded.

"Shut your eyes. Open your mouth, whore."

She opened her mouth. Her eyes were shut. She listened to his breathing.

"Alex, shoot whenever you see something interesting."

She felt a large object enter her mouth.

"Suck it."

She closed her lips and felt it slide slightly in and out.

"Get it good and wet, whore."

She used her tongue. It was blunt, smooth but not polished metal smooth. It had a faint texture. Michael released it, leaving it in her mouth. She saw, through her eyelids, brightness as the flash went off.

"Arch your back more, bitch. Show your tits."

She bent back further, her hands held her ankles. Her hair fell behind her, she felt it on her arms. The flash went off. She heard the bulb eject and fall on the floor.

The object in her mouth was soft, not as soft as clay or skin, but softer than wood.

"Spread your knees." She felt a hand shift her knees apart. It stroked her inner thigh, one of her most sensitive areas. It touched her pussy. The flash went off.

She felt something push into her pussy, enter her.

"OK, now hold that with your cunt, whore." Michael paused. "Look about right, Alex? Good." He whispered into her ear. "Don't let it fall out."

She felt the object in her pussy, she held it with her muscles. It was as large as a cock. She used her tongue to feel the object in her mouth. She saw the flash go off, heard a bulb hit the floor. The flash went off again. And again.

"Raise your head." He paused. "Open your eyes."

The flash went off. She saw a strange look on Charles' face. He was hard, his erection pointed at her. She saw a long, thick green object in front of her face, the other end, she thought, to what was in her mouth.

"Now turn your head and face your right."

She looked to her right. She felt hands stroke her side, circle her, drop to her ass, then rise to her breasts. They squeezed her left breast. The flash went off, she heard the bulb drop. She had a brief glimpse of her shadow on the wall; something huge was sticking out of her mouth.

"Face forward, whore." He paused. "Now Alex is going to loan me his camera and he and Charles are going to stand on each side of you."

She heard them move in the room. Alex passed in front of her, his eyes never left her face.

"Bring your hands to your sides. Higher, whore." Her hands were roughly grabbed and raised. "Open your fingers, bitch." She opened her fingers.

Michael stood in front of her. "You look great, kid." He stood back. "Now Alex and Charles are going to put their cocks in your hands and you'll hold them." She felt them in her hands, she closed her fingers. They felt familiar, warm and hard.

On her left, she felt Charles shift position slightly. Her hand was taken and moved closer to Charles, she could feel his pubic hair. Her other hand was moved closer to Alex. Michael stepped back. He looked at them and smiled. He picked up the camera, aimed and shot several pictures from different angles.

Michael put down the camera. He walked up to her and took her hair at the side of her head in his hand. He gave her a small shake. "Good girl. That was for Johnny." He let go of her, stepped back, and smiled. "She's all yours, boys. I'm going to get a beer and rest a moment. That was hard work." He stood in the doorway. "Might I suggest on her hands and knees, one at her mouth, the other at her cunt." He paused. "Oh, and remember to remove the zucchinis first."

She heard him walk down the hall.

Alex said softly, "God Maeve, you look incredible." She turned her head and smiled around the squash. She gave his cock a squeeze.

Johnny went to The Pelican Diner and sat with his coffee and watched out the windows as the cars drove by on the busy street. When he'd come in he had spotted Kitty and nodded. He sat at a table and waited.

Kitty came for his order. "Coffee, please." He looked at her. "When you're done would you like to go to the beach again tonight?"

Kitty smiled. "That darn Mildred, she's sick again." She said over her shoulder as she walked away, "I'll have to call my parents." She smiled. It seemed to Johnny that she put an extra sway in her hips.

Johnny had an old army blanket in the trunk. When they stopped at their spot he got it out and carried it under his arm as they walked through the dunes.

Johnny spread the blanket near the edge of the water and they sat on it and talked. Johnny learned that Kitty's son's name was Mark. That he was the center of Kitty's life. They had a small place on the south side, near the bay. She'd been lucky with her parents supporting her desire to keep Mark. Raising a child meant Kitty didn't have many boyfriends, gentlemen callers was how she put it.

"Shall I take off my clothes?" she asked.

"I was hoping." He started to take off his.

"So I'm still in the running for the position."

"Only candidate who's made it this far."

"That's a relief." She lay back down on the blanket, her hand on her stomach watching him. "I'm still thinking about it." Her skin was pale in the moonlight.

"Good." He lay beside her. "Think long and hard about it." Johnny kissed her softly. They kissed. "It's not something to jump in lightly."

"So tomorrow after nine at Joe's, Saturday late, or call you next week?"

"I hope to stop by Friday if I can." He traced the edge of her breast with his fingers. He had never realized that there were subtle differences between each person's softness. Kitty was denser than Maeve, there was just the lesser amount of give when he touched her skin.

They made love.

Johnny pulled up in his driveway besides Michael's car and turned off the engine. He sat back in his seat and shut his eyes. Going between the two different worlds was hard. He waited. He was ready. He went inside.

Johnny got a beer from the refrigerator and walked back to the guestroom. He stood in the door and watched.

Maeve was sandwiched between Charles, who was on top thrusting, and Michael, who was on bottom. Michael didn't look like he was suffering. He had a huge grin on his face. His eyes were shut and his body was shaking under the efforts of Maeve and Charles. Alex had his camera; he was walking around the bed, taking shots. He would pop out the hot bulb from the flashgun, put in a new bulb and creep along, his limp dick dry and small, swinging as he moved. Alex looked up at Johnny and waved, then returned to his work.

Johnny sat in the chair and watched them change positions. Charles had come, he rolled off. Maeve sat up, she saw Johnny for the first time, and smiled. Maeve shut her eyes and started slowly bouncing up and down on Michael's cock. She was facing his feet, leaning forward slightly on her knees.

Johnny could see Michael's cock slide, sleek, in and out of her ass. She bit her lip in concentration, her large breasts jumped with every movement. Johnny was getting hard watching them. Charles got up off the bed and stood, leaning against the wall. Michael came, he held her hips to him, he let go of her and fell back.

Maeve climbed off Michael and crawled unsteadily on her hands and knees to the end of the bed toward Johnny. He got up and knelt. He held her head and kissed her. He felt her stiffen as Alex entered her from the rear. He held her head and kissed her while Alex thrust from the back. Maeve was shaking, she was groaning into Johnny's mouth, their tongues chased each other. Alex was done; Maeve was still except for the trembling in her arms and legs. Johnny drew away.

"I think it's time for me to tuck her in for the night, guys." He touched Maeve's head. It was hanging limply. He could see her arms tremble. "Are you ready for bed dear?"

Maeve gave her head a nod, her black hair brushed back and forth across the sheet. She looked up at him and mouthed, "I love you." Her head fell limp. She lowered herself onto her elbows.

Alex took a final picture of her rear; her bare pussy was visible. Her legs and rear were sloppy with cum. Johnny shook his head in amazement when he walked around to look at her in the dim light.

He touched her back. "Dear. We're going to carry you to bed."

She slowly nodded her head.

Johnny climbed into his bed beside Maeve. He touched her shoulder. "I have some wine for you if you want."

She opened her eyes. She nodded with a small smile. Maeve sat up in bed, letting the sheets fall away from her. She felt Johnny's awareness of her nakedness. She took the glass and took a sip. She looked at Johnny and smiled. "That kiss was incredible." She took another sip of wine and looked at him over the rim of the glass.

"Did you want to talk?" Johnny asked.

Maeve lowered her glass. "The schedule. It was a crazy thing to make you do. Why don't we forget it?"

Johnny smiled. "Too late. I have already made arrangements for tomorrow and Saturday nights at Joe's Tavern. You'll like it there. I've invited my friends for Friday night. They're expecting you."

"Do we have to?"

Johnny nodded.

"And the day stuff?"

Johnny nodded. "It was all your idea, you know. I didn't want to do it."

Maeve shut her eyes. She leaned her head against the headboard. She nodded. "You're right." She opened her eyes. She turned and smiled at Johnny. "Then it's time for a little more about my history." She finished her wine. "Is that all right?"

Johnny put his glass on the bedside table; he took hers and placed it beside his. He slid down under the covers. "I'm all ears."

Maeve slid down under the covers. "What about the light?"

"The better to see you by." He paused. She smiled. "Go on," he said.

"Halfway through my sophomore year of college my father suddenly fell ill and died. I had two choices. Once choice was to quit college, go home and see what I could do there — find a job or marry a high school sweetheart. Johnny," she said, "you won't believe this but I was the ugly duckling of my school. It wasn't until college that I started to bloom."

Johnny smiled. "I don't believe it." He touched her pert nose with his.

"It's true. Well, there were no high school sweethearts to fall back on. The other choice was to find a job that allowed me the chance to make enough money for college.

"I found the job. I finished my sophomore year, went home that summer and helped my family. My mom had dad's insurance money, it was enough to live on, but little else. I returned to college the next fall and resumed my work at my job. I made enough to pay for my housing and education and I was able to afford a nice dress now and again.

"My friends thought I worked for the fancy department store, in an office in the back as secretary for a manager.

"Johnny. I wasn't doing that. I was one of a small number of girls working in an exclusive house. I was a whore, for real, Johnny. Can you still love me?" She looked at him, concern on her face.

"Dear, I figured you had a past of some sort to come up with this scheme." He kissed her. "What a crazy seduction."

"It worked?" She smiled tentatively.

"It worked." They kissed.

Maeve continued. "The woman who ran the house, Mabel, was nice and warm hearted. She had a great sense of humor. Most importantly, she never allowed things to get out of hand. Rivalries between us girls were tolerated only to a point. Problems with customers were dealt with fairly. Sometimes, the customer was wrong, or just had the wrong girl.

"I enjoyed working there.

"One night, it was dark and stormy. Really it was. For some reason only another girl, Robin, and I were available. It was Friday night and in spite of the weather, we had a rush. The customers came in clumps, in parties of two or three. Fortunately, they were extremely drunk. Robin and I went from room to room, making each occupant believe we were theirs alone for the night. We had a drunken fuck, when the customer was asleep, Robin or I would go back to a previous customer or welcome new ones. We both satisfied twelve men all night long without anyone realizing, or admitting they realized, they were short-changed.

"It was a quick and easy was to earn money and still allow time for college and studies. My work made my social life non-existent, which I accepted. I had plans for life after college. After working in the house, I realized who had money and who did not. College men my age or a little older, did not. Their dads did.

"I graduated with a BA I found that my majors in French literature and history did not help in my new life, even at parties. Mere mention of Rabelais caused blank stares. You know who Rabelais is, don't you?"

Johnny nodded. He didn't have the slightest idea.

"You're lying, I can tell. I still love you." She grinned. "I moved to New York City, settled in a modest apartment using savings from my whoring. I figured I had a year to find myself a good husband. I met Ronald at a Met Opera, Fidelio." She looked at him. "You don't know what that is either, do you?"

Johnny shook his head.

"No matter. I discovered I liked him. He was well to do, well traveled and well read. Other than a less than ideal sex life he is the perfect husband for me. . . . Until I met you."

Johnny nodded.

"I won't leave him without a proposal of marriage from you. I won't even consider it." She looked at him. "And after my story such a proposal is hardly forthcoming, is it?"

Johnny kissed her. "I'm seriously thinking about it. I am not sure I make enough to keep you in the style you are used to living. I'm not sure I'm sophisticated enough for you."

"Oh Johnny, those things don't matter." She hugged him. "Ronald will be back Sunday. He'll know something is up since I haven't been at home this week when he's called."

"Will you be in trouble?"

"I can manage Ronald."

"Like you manage me?"

"Better." Maeve looked at him with surprise in her eyes.

"Was than an oops?" Johnny smiled.

Maeve nodded.

"Maybe we'd better go to sleep. You're tired." He turned out the light.

Maeve said, "I love you."

"I love you, dear." He pulled her close to him. He liked the way her breasts felt pressed against his chest.

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Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four |
Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | The Schedule

The first part of Switch: a novel is Switch.
The second part of Switch: a novel is The Babysitter.
The third part of Switch: a novel is Comes the Bride.
The fourth part of Switch: a novel is The Revolver.

Disclaimer: Some of the things the characters do in this story are seen as offensive or frightening (even terrifying) by some if not most people. Please don't surprise anyone. Always ask first. Have an agreed upon safe word even if you don't do BDSM.

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