The Blackmailed Wife
                             By Peter Jensen
                                Chapter 1


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The brilliant California morning sun streamed in through the large open window.
A slight, cooling breeze was blowing outside, rustling the rose bush that
sprouted up over the hill. Its leaves cast small, dancing shadows against the
far wall of the room.

Ann Morrow turned on the bed, squinting and shielding her eyes from the
brightness that played over her face. Her long, satiny blonde hair cascaded
over the pillow, forming a soft cushion for her head, that lay heavily back
against it. A thin sheet shielded her body from the breeze that blew gently in
from the open window.

She had the body of a lush young Venus, which an invisible observer hovering
over the bed, could have traced in detail through the clinging sheet. It
barely hid the high-set, round, widely spaced breasts whose rose-tipped nipples
clearly showed through the thin fabric. The sheet tapered down over a slender,
girlish waist, to round, luscious hips, a flat, smooth stomach and long full
swelling thighs. Breath taking curved calves tapered down to thin, well formed
ankles. It was a body that would attract admiring attention from the most
discriminating men, and envy from women.

The honey-blonde hair on the pillow framed a heart-shaped face that would
cause any male to turn his head when she passed. Her hazel eyes were set
slightly apart. She had a dainty, almost classical Greek nose, and a full ripe
mouth, with the lower lip protruding slightly in an almost perpetual little
girl pout. A round dimpled chin, and a soft slightly tanned ivory complexion
finish her description.

But her eyes were perceptibly puffed around the lids, and tiny lines had begun
to thread out from the outer corners, reaching toward the temples. The thick,
pancake makeup, to cover these tell-tale signs of premature wear, was smeared
and had rubbed off on the pillow during the night. Her hazel eyes blinked
painfully at the sunlight. She had a bad hangover.

A bell was ringing in the distance, reverberating down the hallway from the
living room. It had awakened her, but in her heavy stupor, it seemed to be a
great distance away, and not part of reality at all. Suddenly she realized it
was the doorbell, and after several moments of waiting and hoping whoever it
was would go away, she resignedly arose, threw on a robe carelessly,
forgetting to tie the belt, and walked down the hallway to open the door.

"Express telegram for you, Mrs. Morrow," a smiling Western Union boy said,
with a slight smirk at her condition.

His eyes blatantly traced the contour of her throat down to the cleavage
between her full breasts under the thin negligee.

Ann drew her robe around her tighter, grabbed the envelope, and closed the
door abruptly without a word, or even tipping the boy. But the bell
immediately began to ring again.

Oh, damn, she thought, I forgot to sign for it! She opened the door again and
the boy arrogantly pushed his book at her. He held out his pencil, and when
Ann reached for it, flicked it slightly with his thumb so that it flipped down
the front of her robe and lodged between her breasts.

"Get it for ya, Mrs. Morrow," he said cockily.

"You get out of here, you little beast!" she scolded, "or I'm going to report
you to your company!" She slammed the door shut, not bothering to return the
pencil, which had fallen to the floor.

Ann slumped down on the couch and held her head in her hands. My God, she
thought, have I gone so far down that a delivery boy doesn't even respect me
in my own home? Recently the remarks and looks that she got weren't just
innocent flirtations, they were outright lewd offers to go to bed. She had
been almost manhandled in the street several times in the last week. Had she
really come to look that easy? Too much was being demanded of her, and she had
vowed that she was going to see Julia and put a stop to it.

She suddenly remembered the cable she had wadded up in her hand. She opened it
and read it slowly.

"War's over for me darling, I'll be home in ten days, can't wait to get at my
neglected wife!

Love, Dave"

Ann's eyes were welling with tears. This was what she had been waiting and
praying for, for so long. He had been gone over a year now, flying in Vietnam,
and each day had been a new dread that she would receive notice from the
Department of the Navy that he was a casualty. She hadn't even been able to
read the newspapers, because there was always news about the number of planes
shot down.

"Oh, thank God, he's safe and coming home!" she kept mumbling over and over to
herself between sobs, "thank God!"

This would end all of her problems. She would be free of Julia, and could
become her old self again. She knew that she could never recover the self-
respect that she had lost, but she would be a good wife to Dave, and they could
have their children now, as they had planned before he left. She would try so
hard, she would love him almost to death. He would like that, he wrote about
it all the time in his letters what their life would be like when his tour of
duty was over, and he was out of the Navy. Now it was all coming true. Julia
had promised to return those awful pictures of her as soon as she knew that
Dave was coming home. This would release her hold on her, and she would be
free.

She felt like calling Julia right this minute and telling her, but it was only
nine o'clock in the morning, and she knew that Julia would be angry with her
for waking her. Ann hummed all the way through her shower. She now stood naked
in front of the mirror, admiring her voluptuous body. She placed her palms
under her full, well rounded breasts and lifted them slightly, until they stood
out in full bloom. She held her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers,
tweaking them gently into erection. It was exciting to know that soon Dave
would possess them again, and that his love would wash from her the
degradations that she had been forced to submit to in the last few months. The
very thought of his love excited her, and her hands moved down from her breasts
to her smooth stomach, through the soft golden down of her 'V', and across her
full, well rounded thighs.

She felt like a kitten, rubbing herself this way, and she noticed in the mirror
that some color had returned to her cheeks already. She knew it would be good
for her to get Dave back. If just the thought of him coming home did this to
her, his real arrival should be absolute heaven on Earth.

She shuddered from the movements of her hands across her body, and forced
herself to immediately stop the warm stroking. I must save all my feelings for
Dave now, she thought happily to herself.

She toweled herself dry, and went to her closet to choose a dress for the day.
After rummaging through several, she chose one of the new orange colored ones.
It was the latest mini-thing, and she had just bought it only a few days ago.
It made no pretense of hiding her charms, and she almost thought it too daring,
but she remembered that Dave had always told her not to be ashamed of the gifts
that God had given her.

"Just don't show too much of it to those lechers around here while I'm gone,"
he had added jokingly, "they'll eat you alive in this Navy town."

She had intended to save it for his first day home, but she felt so gay today
that she convinced herself it needed to be broken in. She left off most of the
make-up that she had been resorting to lately, to hide the results of her late
evening dissipations with Julia and her crowd. It seemed that just the news of
Dave's coming had taken away the puffiness from her eyes, her facial lines had
softened, and her youthful freshness had returned.

Later, on her way to the market, she noticed the looks that she was getting.
They had changed to reverent admiration. She could always tell when a man felt
something was unattainable. The spring in her walk helped, they knew when a
woman was confident of herself, and they could tell when she belonged to
someone else.

"Good morning, Mrs. Morrow," Pete, the grocer said beaming. "My, don't we look
pretty and fresh today."

"Thank you Pete," Ann blushed slightly. It had been a long time since he had
complimented her.

"It's a mighty fine day," he said, "and maybe a little tiny bit of special too,"
he added with a twinkle. "Seems I detect a little rainbow curving over your
head."

"Seems you're right, Pete," she answered. "You seem to read me, pardon the old
expression, like a book. Are you psychic by any chance?"

"Naw, nuthin' like that, Mrs. Morrow, just been in this Navy town a long time,
and I can spot your disease a mile away. A look like that can only mean two
things, either HCH or PFT."

"HCH or PFT! What on earth can those be?" Ann laughed.

"Hubby comin' home, or pregnant first time," Pete quipped philosophically,
"and I know yours can't be PFT, since Dave's been away too long."

"Why you're marvelous, Pete!" Ann clapped her hands together in surprised
amusement. "I just received his cable this morning. He'll be here in ten more
days. I just can't believe it," she said excitedly, glad to have someone else
share in her happiness.

"I'm glad Mrs. Morrow! He's a mighty fine boy! I don't think I've ever seen two
people so happy together as you two were before he left. My wife used to say
she had never seen two people so made for each other. She'll be happy to hear
he's made it through. I sometimes think she worries as much as the wives do."

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"What's all this laughin' I hear out there?" a small, round-faced Irish woman
of about fifty-five was coming out of the back of the store.

"Hello, Mrs. Leary," Ann said shyly. She had been trying to avoid Mrs. Leary,
who could sometimes be too blunt. Ann could sense that she knew something was
wrong.

"Well, hello, Ann," Mrs. Leary said. "We haven't seen you for awhile. Where
have you been, child?"

"Well," Ann stuttered, not knowing really what excuse to use, "I, I haven't
been feeling too well."

"Poppycock," the old woman snorted, "you've been drinking too much of that
rotten whiskey. That's what's wrong. I've seen it happen a thousand times in
this town. Husband goes away to sea, and the wife gets to frettin' about his
not coming home, and then the next thing you know, she's on the bottle.
Happens to all the women."

"Now Mary, you just stop that," Pete cut in. "Let the poor girl alone!"

"You don't tell me to shut up, Peter Leary," the old woman snapped at him. "I
ain't sayin' anything that Ann don't know, she's like a daughter to me, they
all are here. Besides, I heard you say Dave was comin' home, she'll be alright
now."

Mrs. Leary came over and put her arm warmly around Ann, who seemed on the
verge of tears.

"Don't you take what I'm sayin' to heart, child. It's just the truth, and what
I mean is, don't feel bad about it now. It happens to all of us, Lord, I know!
Pete was in the Navy for thirty years before we opened this store. He would
have stayed in forty, if I hadn't made him leave. I was downright alcoholic
when he was away, but when he came home, everything was fine. It's those that
don't snap out of it, and feel guilty when their man comes home, that I worry
about. The way you look today tells me that you'll make it. Don't be ashamed
of the few drinks that you had when he was gone, honey, that's what it takes
sometimes to keep a woman whose worryin' about her man, and keep from becoming
a bloomin' maniac."

"Thank you, Mrs. Leary," was all Ann could say. "I guess you know what I've
been through then."

"Of course I do, honey!" the old woman said softly. "When your man gets home,
just act like nothings happened, and take up just where you left off."

Ann pondered these thoughts on the way home, and decided that Mrs. Leary was
right. She hadn't changed in her love for Dave, and she was still the same
person, but it wasn't as simple as Mr. Leary thought, not just a case of
giving up drinking. It was breaking with Julia and her crowd. She would call
her as soon as she got home and tell her about Dave's coming home, and make
her keep her promise to give her those pictures back, so she could destroy them.

It had all seemed so simple this morning. Julia had promised faithfully that
she would give Ann the pictures, if Ann helped her while Dave was gone. But,
then, Julia had promised other things before, and had always had some excuse
to delay them. But this time, she simply had to give them back. Ann vowed that
she would make her live up to her promise this time. She had to... she just
had to.