The Blackmailed Wife
                             By Peter Jensen
                                Chapter 4


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The powerful Jaguar sports car purred smoothly along the highway, going south
out of San Diego. Ann Morrow relaxed back in the passenger seat, and let her
long golden hair flow out into the cool refreshing slip stream of the car. She
felt completely relaxed and at ease for the first time in six months.

She gazed over gratefully at Julia, the driver. She had been the one who had
lifted this veil of self pity that she had thrown around herself when Dave had
left for fleet duty in Vietnam last January. This trip was going to be
wonderful for her, and Julia had convinced her she should forget everything
and leave her troubles behind for the weekend.

"Let's pretend that we're eighteen again," Julia had said just before they had
left, "and that we don't have an attachment in the world."

She had explained to Ann, while they had several martinis in her sumptuous
apartment overlooking the harbor in San Diego. "We've won this trip from my
office for two, all expenses paid for three days in Tijuana, and the bull
fights, so let's make the most of it."

After the third martini, Ann had decided that it might be fun. She needed some
kind of diversion, just to keep from going mad.

Julia had warned her that they would have to watch themselves, as there were
some pretty unsavory characters down there, who would like nothing better than
to take advantage of a couple of good looking and fancy free gringo girls, but
if they were careful, and watched their step, that they could have a good clean
weekend of fun. Ann had thought that was a wonderful idea, and had agreed to
try and not think about her loneliness. For the first time since Dave left, she
was going to enjoy herself.

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Ann had met Julia several months earlier, when she had taken a job as a
secretary at one of the large department stores in San Diego, to relieve her
boredom while Dave was away. She had written to him about her plans, and he had
answered that he thought that it was a good idea for her to keep herself busy.
She had been expressing her depression to him too much lately in her letters,
and he had good naturedly admonished her about this, saying that he didn't want
a worried looking old hag of twenty-two years old for a wife when he returned.

She was the first real friend that she had made since her husband's departure.
Julia was Mr. Schroeder's, the store owner's, private secretary, and also had
a husband who was away at sea. That gave them something in common right way.

Julia had invited her to go out for coffee the second day that she was on the
job, and they had hit it off immediately, even though she was six or seven
years older than Ann.

Julia was a little different in many respects, and Ann recognized this, but at
least, she was someone whom she could talk to, and unburden her frustrations
on. She hadn't seen much of Julia after office hours, but had gone out with her
several times in the evening for a quiet drink, when Julia had been overly
persistent. Ann had much rather gone home and read a good book, or compose her
nightly letter to Dave, which usually took up four or five pages. This alone
took two or three hours.

She hoped that he had the time to read them, though she sometimes wondered.
His answers would ignore some of the most important points, and he hadn't been
writing much lately. In fact, his last letter was over a month ago. This was
beginning to hurt Ann, and she sometimes had difficulty in sleeping at night,
wondering if he still cared as much for her. Her concern gradually turned to
frustration, and then to anger with him for neglecting her this way.

Perhaps, as Julia had suggested, she had just let him take her too much for
granted, perhaps she should go out once in awhile, and let off some steam,
maybe it would teach him a lesson.

Ann wasn't quite so certain that Julia was the devoted wife that she made
herself appear to be. Her husband was a Commander, who was making a good
income, but this didn't seem to be able to satisfy the expensive tastes that
Julia had. Her apartment alone must have taken his entire salary per month,
even without the minks, the sports car, and club memberships.

Ann wondered about these things, but never really discussed them. Julia had
mentioned once that her husband had inherited some money, so this could be the
answer. Ann couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she knew that Julia wasn't
worrying about her husband, the way that Ann herself did. She also felt that
Julia might be just a little jealous of her. She had caused quite a stir in the
store, when she had first come to work, and had taken away much of the
attention that Julia had been receiving from the male employees herself. She
knew that this hurt Julia, as she throve on that attention, and was quite a
beautiful girl herself.

Her figure was almost as perfect as Ann's, and her face was a chiseled
perfection that would have been the delight of a Greek sculptor. Her hair was
a silky jet black, and she always had it in the latest hair-do.

Ann wondered sometimes how she found so much time to have it done, while
working as the owner's secretary. But somehow she did, and this was perhaps
the thing that Ann admired most, her efficiency and self-reliance.

Julia didn't seem to worry about Bob, her husband, as much as Ann did about
Dave, and in fact, she seldom mentioned him. She took things as they came to
her, and she didn't appear to suffer as much as Ann, or the other wives did.

Ann suspected that there was something between Julia and Max Schroeder, her
boss. He was notorious for the parties he gave at his palatial estate, and
Julia often attended these. But Ann had nothing concrete, no reason to think
that Julia was going to bed with her boss.

Julia tried to get Ann to attend some of these parties, saying that it would
relieve her boredom, and that she owed it to herself not to be so tense and
worried all the time. She also had tried to get Ann to go to Tijuana for the
weekend with her several times, but Ann had always managed to find some excuse.
In reality, she had no interest in these things, and for entertainment would
have preferred a quiet movie. She had never really liked to drink, except for
one or two daiquiris before dinner when Dave was home.

She had the feeling that Mr. Schroeder was interested in her, and that might
have been the reason that she was hired. Many of the other Navy wives had
tried to find jobs, but said it was impossible. They had almost succeeded in
convincing Ann not to even try.

She had gone to the Schroeder store and been interviewed by the female
personnel manager, who had informed her that there were no job openings at
present, and probably wouldn't be in the near future, but would keep her
application on file. Mr. Schroeder had walked in during the interview, and Ann
could see him take more than casual notice of her. Nothing was said at that
time, but several days later she received a call to come to work for them, and
at a very good salary.

Since that time, she had caught the boss checking her out several times. She
could detect in his looks, more than just an appreciation of her beauty, it
was an outright lewd appraisal. He had made many invitations, but Ann had
always coldly refused.

She shuddered just thinking about him, and couldn't understand how Julia could
stand to be close to him. He was short, bald, had a huge stomach and was always
perspiring, even in the air-conditioned store. And he always chewed a large,
fat cigar between his heavy lips. He was absolutely repulsive to Ann. It was
inconceivable to her that Julia was receiving money to live the way she did by
going to bed with him.

This was one reason that Ann had always refused the invitations to go to
parties at Schroeder's estate. But Ann still trusted Julia implicitly, and
felt that it was none of her business what Julia did.

She was so understanding and nice to talk with, that Ann couldn't help feeling
that Julia had a real interest in her welfare, that the invitations were really
a good-natured attempt to get her out of her shell of self pity, into which she
had withdrawn. For this, Ann was grateful to her, and had often explained that
she didn't really need gay parties to keep her mind off of Dave's absence, that
reading her books, and the letters from him, would keep up her spirits until
he returned.

Julia had seemed to accept this explanation after a while, and didn't bother
her with further invitations, except for the occasional drinks that they had
together after work.

This time it was different, there had been a contest at the store for the
best slogan to use during the spring sale. Every employee had been required to
submit one. She had not thought much of hers, which she had turned in at the
last minute, but somehow she and Julia had tied for first place, and had each
won a prize of an expense paid weekend to the bullfights in Tijuana.

She hadn't really wanted to go, but under the circumstances, it was difficult
to find an excuse not to go. Besides, she felt that she needed it now. Dave
had been gone for six months, and was flying missions over Hanoi, and she was
almost going out of her mind with worry.

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Julia's voice, "Mexico coming up,
the border's right ahead."

"Wonderful, I can't wait!" Ann replied. She had been down there only once
before, with Dave, just before he left, and the girls had made reservations at
the same hotel.

"Pull your skirt down," Julia suggested laughingly. "If the Mexican border
guards see a knee, they'll keep us here an hour, checking everything in the
car, just so that they can look us over."

Ann did as she was told, and they passed through the customs station with just
the usual quick questions, though she did notice the admiring look one of the
young border guards cast in their direction. Looks of this kind she didn't
mind. In fact, she appreciated them.

The scenery across the border changed immediately. It had shocked her the first
time that she had seen it, and it still did. The clean, neat buildings and
houses of California changed to the decrepit and decaying buildings of old
Mexico. Even those built within the last six months seemed to have a sense of
shoddiness about them. They always looked the same way from the time that they
were built, until they collapsed or were torn down.

The same smell was there too, that of burning meat in the streets, from the
vendors who cooked their hot tacos on the corners. Noise was everywhere, horns
were blowing, and people were screaming at each other for no apparent reason.
Children were selling everything imaginable on the sidewalks, and running up
to the car to thrust chewing gum, cashew nuts, and souvenirs right in their
faces.

One boy, not more than twelve, reached into the car and squeezed Ann's right
breast tightly. She jumped in surprise, and slapped at him, but he ran off
into the crowd laughing.

"Did you see what that little brat did?" she choked disbelievingly to Julia.
"He... he grabbed my breast!"

"Honey, you'll be lucky if that's all that gets grabbed in this town. You've
got to watch them every minute, and use all four of your hands for protective
covering," Julia said, laughing it off.

"Well, it wasn't funny. I've never been so insulted in my life," Ann pouted,
still unable to believe that it had happened. "They had just better not try
that again. Don't they have any respect for a woman at all?"

"Only when she's flat on her back on a bed, dear," Julia replied, "But we're
big girls, we can take care of ourselves. Don't worry about it."

Ann was upset and furious all the way to the hotel, and was relieved when they
finally arrived. She felt safer now, away from the clanging noises and cries
in the streets. It would give her a chance to adjust a little more slowly to
this sudden change in tempo.

The hotel was beautiful, and immediately memories of Dave flooded her mind. 'If
only he were here,' she thought, 'everything would be perfect.'

It was called the El Cortez, and the architecture was typical Spanish, with low
curved arches for doors, and beautifully colored tiles on the walls and floors.
Lush green plants in large ceramic pots in the lobby, gave the place a
tropical atmosphere.

They checked in and followed the bell-boy up to their suite. It was on the
seventh floor, at the top of the hotel, and commanded a view from the terrace
of the patio, with lovely a Spanish tiled swoons pool, surrounded by palm
trees. Colorful umbrellas were scattered about the edge of the pool, looking
like giant mushrooms. Being in such plush surroundings, made Ann feel more
relaxed than she had in months. "Well, what do you think of the suite?" Julia
asked.

"It's just gorgeous!" Ann answered, looking around at the beautiful living
room and terrace, that had its own table and umbrella, "I can't believe its
ours for the weekend!"

"Well, it is," Julia quipped, "Would you have believed that slogan of yours
would win you something like this?"

"Certainly not! I wouldn't even have entered one, if it hadn't been required
by Mr. Schroeder. I've never won anything before in my life."

"We each have a bedroom too," Julia added, throwing open one door, and showing
Ann the interior of one of the beautiful rooms, with a king-sized bed that
looked as though it could hold ten people. "Which do you want?"

"Oh, it's beautiful!" Ann said gleefully, "but you choose, I just can't."

"All right," Julia said, "you take this one. They're both the same."

They had their bags put in their respective rooms, and unpacked their things.
Ann had been buying new and exciting lace bikini lingerie for the time when
her husband would come home, and decided to wear them just this one time. She
had wanted to make it a lovely weekend, and thought that these few concessions
to her vanity wouldn't matter. No one else would see them anyway. She stacked
them neatly in her drawer, humming contentedly to herself.

She finished her unpacking and freshened up a bit. It wasn't a long drive from
San Diego, but with the top down it had been pretty dusty, and she had that
traveler's grit feeling about her.

"Ready for some lunch?" Julia called from the living room.

"Yes, I'm famished," Ann answered, "I'll be right out."

The girls decided to eat on their own terrace, and then take a short siesta
before the bullfight. The Toredo didn't start until five o'clock, so this gave
them plenty of time. The lunch was delicious, and relaxed Ann so much that she
dozed off, as soon as she hit the bed. The excitement had really taken its
toll on her. Her eyes fluttered shut, as the sweet cloak of sleep enfolded her.