I knew he was right. Hell, after what she'd done, I didn't want to stay married to her anyway. But it still felt like she and Frank had beaten me in a game I didn't even know I was playing. Jonathan's tone became sympathetic once again. "Listen, Michael, I know the attorney that Melanie used. If you sign, we can get this Settlement Agreement filed with the court very quickly. That will pretty well lock in what she's proposed. Then, if she begins to have 'buyer's remorse' and wants to come back -- and if you're willing to take her back -- you still have thirty days to drop the divorce." I knew that wasn't going to happen. "Can I borrow your pen?" I asked. When I got back to the office, I headed straight for Human Resources. I had lots of changes to make in my health insurance, my 401K plan and numerous other benefits that involved a spouse. The clerk who helped me must have done this a lot because he was able to produce all the forms I needed in short order. As I was signing them I
"OK, Jerry, so here's my question: when you're entertaining your best clients, have you ever had occasion to use an escort service?" He looked at me oddly. "No, Michael, absolutely not. That's against company policy, and I would never do that." I leaned over the table toward him. "Jerry, this is not a company issue, and we're not on business here. This is strictly personal, if you know what I mean." He looked at me for a few seconds, and then light dawned in his eyes. "Oh, I get it," he said. "I guess it's been a long dry spell for you, what with the wife splitting and you being out of the dating game and all." He paused and then leaned closer to me. "Sure, I know one of the top services in the city. But listen, Michael, they cater only to the biggest hitters, understand? Their girls are unbelievable, but I think they may be way out of your price range." I smiled at him. "You let me worry about that. Just tell me how to get in touch with them and what to expect." And over burger
She smiled and broke the silence. "I'm going to take that to mean you approve," she said. "Oh, yes, I'm sorry," I stammered, "I just, for a moment, that is . . ." My voice tailed off in embarrassment. Thankfully, at that moment the waitress came over to take our orders. I don't even remember what I ordered, but Rhiannon settled for a green salad with dressing on the side. As the waitress wrote down her selection, I could tell that she had fallen under Rhiannon's spell as well. She kept glancing at her until finally she burst out, "Aren't you on television?" Rhiannon smiled at her sweetly. "No, I'm afraid not," she said, and the waitress walked away mumbling to herself. Their little exchange allowed the rational part of my brain to re-engage. I looked at Rhiannon curiously. "I'll bet that happens to you often." She nodded unselfconsciously. "Yes, it happens quite a bit." "Can I ask you a question? Why aren't you on television or modeling, instead of, well, you know," I asked, stu
I reluctantly shifted my view away from Rhiannon to look at Melanie. She was glaring angrily at me. Then she turned and spoke sharply to Frank before grabbing her things and heading for the exit. He tagged along behind her, once again looking over his shoulder at Rhiannon.She gracefully settled herself in the lounge chair with her eyes closed. I could just hear her murmur, "Mission accomplished."Only one bad thing happened while we were there. As we were getting ready to leave, I looked up to see Penny walking in my direction. "Oh, shit," I thought, "I forgot all about Penny's women's team playing today. What am I going to tell her?""Hi, Michael, I'm so glad to see you out again. Maybe we can get together and play some more . . ." She stopped abruptly as Rhiannon stood up and grasped my arm. "Oh," Penny said in surprise, "who's this?""Um, this is Rhiannon, my date," I said awkwardly.Penny blinked and looked in silence at Rhiannon for a moment. Then she stuck out her hand. "I'm Pe
"I'm so glad you're feeling better," I told her. "You should have called me to let me know you felt well enough to come tonight." "I guess I wasn't sure until the last minute, Michael. Besides, I figured you'd be here with your new girlfriend, and I didn't want to bother you." Just then, Rhiannon walked by, laughing and talking with one of my teammates. "And I see that I was right," Penny went on with a scowl on her face. She started to walk away, but I grabbed her arm again. "Wait, Penny, we need to talk about our next match." She hesitated and then apparently made a decision. "About that, Michael, things have gotten really busy for me lately, and, well, I've decided to drop mixed doubles and just focus on the women's team." I was shocked. "You can't do that, Penny," I blurted out. "You're my partner. Who will I find to play with?" Penny looked over my shoulder, and when I looked around, I saw Rhiannon standing there. "You'll find somebody, Michael," Penny said. "Now, please le
She reluctantly agreed, and as a new song started to play, I began to dance with her. It was an interesting experience: I'd loved this woman and been married to her for ten years. Yet after what had happened, the only thing left in me was an intense desire to make her feel what she'd done to me. "So was our marriage really that bad?" I asked. She sighed. "No, Michael, it wasn't like that at all. We had some good years and some good times. But then things settled down into a routine, and after a while I just didn't feel very excited about our relationship any more. When Frank came along and made it so obvious how much he wanted me, I just got swept up in it all. I really fell hard, Michael. It felt just like when I was back in college." She looked up at me. "I didn't want to hurt you, Michael, but I had to do what was right for me. Can you understand that?" "I understand," I said bitterly, "you decided to trade up." "I didn't mean it like that," she said defensively. "That's okay
STORY TITLE:SALES TEAM Introduction: Desperate woman tries to pay back man who saves her. Read and Enjoy...............********************** It was a hot and muggy Atlanta summer day as I slowly walked to the second floor of my apartment complex. The morning had gone well; five sales calls and two of those turned out to be winners. My commission check would be a big one next month. It was a relatively new apartment complex—a lot of singles and parties—and I was glad I had decided to splurge and rent the two-bedroom model. I rationalized at the time that the second bedroom would be my office and vaguely I thought I might get a tax write-off also. The small gym and large pool made meeting other singles easy. In my first four months at the apartment it was relatively easy to get dates. All the single women wanted to test out the new tenant. However, from my view, none of the women seemed to be keepers, so I kept my options open and continued to party hard. I kept in shape at the
She answered, "Okay, but I just want to say your bark and bite are nothing—you're a nice person." The steaks were done and we went to the kitchen. I poured the first of the red wine into a clean wine glass for Holly and we ate. I purposely bought very large steaks. Holly had said they were way too big for her, but once she started eating, she never stopped. Her steak, potato and salad with more red wine all disappeared. I thought, "She hasn't eaten in days." Finally the meal was done. She looked at me embarrassed and said, "I made a pig out of myself. The steak was wonderful, but I didn't even try to talk to you." I reached for the wine and poured each of us a half glass which killed the bottle. I made a mock toast with my glass held high, "To a great steak dinner, cooked by an expert, and assisted by a person of beauty." She giggled and then her eyes filled with tears. "Phil, that was a wonderful meal and I really want to..." and she yawned. "Oh shit; I'm sorry to yawn at you,"