The Winifred Chronicles Chapter Four

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After Reese's appearance in my office as the Omniscient Software's
representative, I was shaken.  Well, maybe not shaken enough to refuse
sex with Lore and Justine, but certainly upset.  However she infiltrated
or compromised IT upper management, the results would be catastrophic. 
Every major system and most of the minor ones would be impacted if we
went ahead and implemented Omniscient's products.   And it was pretty
clear that no one from the user community had reviewed what it would do
to existing functionality.  In the best case, there would be complete
disruption.  In the worst case, the company would implode from a
system's perspective.

When I got to the office Tuesday morning, I tightened my belt a notch
and went to Tashun's office.  His secretary, an older woman, told me he
was not to be disturbed.  I went in anyway despite her shouts and a
feeble attempt to hold me back by my suit coat sleeve after lunging
across her desk.

I pulled free and opened the door.  Tashun was doing a crossword puzzle.
 He looked up with a mean stare.  "I wasn't to be disturbed."

"This Omniscient Software fiasco doesn't disturb you?"  I remained
standing.

He leaned back.  The chair tilted but remained stable.  "What was I
supposed to do?  I told you, Hunter himself signed off on the contract. 
I didn't get a copy in advance, or I would have passed it to legal. 
Standard protocol."

Too bad the dummy didn't think past his nose about the impact.  At least
Tashun knew what standard protocol was.  "So what are we supposed to do?
 Just let Hunter disrupt the whole operation?"

He aimed his pencil at me.  "Do you have a better idea?"

I thought for a moment.  "What do you think he gets out of this?  Some
kind of kickback?"

"Hunter?"  Tashun shook his head.  "He's too smart for that.  And too
close to retirement."

"But there has to be something in it for him, to take the risk."  I
plopped down in Tashun's visitor chair, even though I hadn't been
invited to stay.  I hadn't been thrown out either.

"Maybe he sees no risk.  Thinks of himself as a short-timer."  Tashun
scribbled something on the paper, scowled and erased it.

This was the first time Tashun and I had a serious chat that didn't
involve shouting or accusations of each other.  Maybe Hunter was our
only safe topic.  "Okay, then what's the upside?  What kind of perk or
advantage does he get out of this?"

Tashun scratched his head with the pencil.  "Maybe a well-paid
do-nothing position at Omniscient after he retires?  That's what I'd
shoot for."  He stared at the crossword, a different puzzle from the one
I was trying to solve.  "He's only about a year or so from retirement,
if he goes at the earliest opportunity."

"By then, the whole place will be a shambles."

Tashun didn't seem to be worried.  "Hunter is ultimate corporate
politician.  He'll give a great speech, wave and smile at his send-off,
and move on with a nice pension and a comfy executive suite at
Omniscient."

Tashun was still missing the point.  "And at the same time, the user
departments will be calling for our heads.  You and me, Dick.  The shit
will hit the fan and we'll take the bulk of it.  No, we have to stop
this now, before it starts."

Tashun seemed weary, beaten down, and completely disinterested in
anything but his crossword puzzle.  "Well, we can't unsign the contract,
and the penalty clause is full payment.  So we should just bite the
bullet and install the software as long as we're paying for it.  You'll
figure it out.  Hunter trusts you."

I noticed that he said 'Hunter' and not 'I.'  Tashun's spite was leaking
out, poisoning his decisions.  Shit, I would have given him back his
bonus if he'd only gotten his mind right.  Our conversation was about to
become normal, with me screaming.  I took a deep breath.  "But the cost
doesn't end there.  Interfaces will need to be built at Omniscient's
boundaries.  There will be new training required, and new operational
procedures-"

For the first time, my comments furrowed Tashun's brow.  "Weren't those
part of the contract?"  He pulled open drawer after drawer, looking for
his copy of the document.

"I know you didn't sign the contract, but didn't you read it?  It says
Omniscient will consult for free on interfaces and documentation, but
that the client, that's us, bears the cost of design, development,
testing, training, and operations.  That basically triples the cost, or
worse.  And how will your budget take an impact like that?"

Tashun pushed the last open drawer shut.  "We'll just charge those costs
to the user departments-"

"Who didn't ask for this, didn't approve it, and didn't have any say in
the matter whatsoever?"  I couldn't help but raise my voice.  "That will
never fly, and you know it.  If we let this go, we're cooked.  I don't
know about you, but I just got back to a Director position and I'm not
going to let Hunter or anyone else fuck it up."  I hadn't intended on
using the word 'fuck' - it sort of slipped out.

"Fuck, huh?"  Tashun scratched his head, this time with his index
finger.  "Reese probably seduced him.  It was a miracle of self-control
that kept you off of her yesterday.  Didn't know you had it in you."

I didn't tell him I was almost caught with my cock firmly planted inside
her.  "Yeah, self control."   Maybe Tashun had been joking, but I
believed he was close to the truth.   "Whatever Hunter did, we need him
to admit it and then share his confession with the Board.  They'll toss
his ass out and cancel the contract.  There is a propriety clause we can
probably make stick.  Evidently, Omniscient was founded by some
evangelical organizations, kind of a money laundering, but legal. 
They'll void the contract rather than take the bad publicity."

Tashun put down the crossword and folded his arms.  "And how are you
going to get him to confess?  Escort him up to the executive suite and
beat him until he fesses up?"

I thought about what Hunter's secretary said, the one with the pointy
tits.  "He's vulnerable, just like the general in A Few Good Men.  He
wants to tell somebody he screwed the company."  And Reese.  "I just
need to give him the opportunity."

"And then what?  You'll have Ms. Ryder take it all down in shorthand?"

I didn't think she even knew shorthand, except maybe giving old Hunter a
hand job occasionally.  I thought about Zenellis and Reese, both
attempting blackmail with recordings.  "No, I'm going to record him." 
I'd brought some of Lore's surveillance equipment to work to use on
Reese.  "I'll take the risk of getting caught, but if I get a
confession, I need to know you'll back me up.  Do I have your word?"  I
stuck out my hand.  Tashun squirmed in his heavily padded chair.  I
didn't think he was on board when suddenly, his eyes went wide as he
jumped from the chair and shook my hand with both of his.  "Let's get
the old son of a bitch.  Maybe they'll promote me as a result."

No surprise, Tashun was in this for his own advancement.  That didn't
matter, as long as I could trust him for support.  After the handshake,
I counted my fingers.

I fetched a microphone, a recorder and a small roll of duct tape from my
briefcase and entered a bathroom stall.  In private, I taped the wires
to my bare skin.  The microphone was connected behind my necktie, and
the recorder clipped to the back of my suit pants, covered by my suit
jacket.  I dabbed perspiration from my forehead and took the elevator
upstairs.

I hadn't been upstairs very often, but I remembered the route on my most
recent visit when Lorraine Ryder, Hunter's secretary, took me up to his
office.  We'd stopped for a bit of kiss and grope in the supplies room. 
I hoped I wouldn't get an erection from seeing her again, but those
horizontal peaks were a real turn-on.

Looking for Lorraine, I overshot Hunter's office.  I backed up and saw
his nameplate on the wall.  A small thin girl who appeared to be under
aged occupied Lorraine's chair.  Where was Lorraine?  On a break?  In
the bathroom, or had she grabbed some unsuspecting soul and taken him
into the supply room for a quickie?

I guessed the age of the girl in Lorraine's chair at maybe fourteen. 
"Hi, when will Ms. Ryder be back?"

"Oh, she's not here anymore.  I'm her replacement, Twiz."  She stuck out
a tiny hand.

I looked up and down the wide paneled corridor but didn't see her in
front of any office.  Had Lorraine been snatched by some higher-level
executive, perhaps one with a breast fetish?  Or a mountain climber?  No
matter.  I was there for serious, not monkey, business.

"I can give you her personal email address, if you need to get in touch
with her."  Twiz wrote it on the back of one of Hunter's business cards.

Lorraine was gone?  I was about to ask the circumstances when a voice
boomed from within the office.  "Marcus, is that you?"

I snatched the card from Twiz's desk.  "Thanks."  Was Twiz Hunter's new
'special employee' as Lorraine had described?  Maybe his 'special
niece.'

Twiz smiled.  Braces.  "I guess that means he'll see you."

Colorful travel brochures were open and scattered on Hunter's huge
mahogany desk.  He was sitting, bent over, studying the photos of
smiling, swimsuit-wearing models that purportedly visited the resorts
and destinations being marketed.

I waited patiently until he saw fit to tear his eyes away from a
particularly scantily clad and buxom young women.  "What brings you up
here?"

I forced myself to abandon looking at the same photo.  "Uh, me?"  Could
I actually pull this off?

"Tashun not treating you right?  'Cause from his departmental reports,
you've got things moving smoothly again.  In a week, I'll be computing
compensation - management bonuses, that is - and I haven't forgotten
that you'll be getting Tashun's.  I'm a man of my word, don't you forget
that."

"Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir.  I won't, sir."  I took a deep breath and
let it out slowly.  "Actually, I came up here to talk about the
Omniscient Software contract."

"Really?"  He stood, took a few steps and leaned out the door.  "Twiz,
would you please hold all of my calls?  Thank you, sweetheart."  He
spoke to her like she was his daughter, not a secretary.  "Take a seat,
Marcus."  Hunter closed the door and sat down slowly.  "Sooo, what
questions do you have about the contract?  You're not here to convince
me to change my mind, are you?  Better men have tried."

I wondered who those men were.  "Oh no, sir."  Was I 'sir'ing too much? 
Hunter seemed to like the sign of respect.

"The contract is signed, sealed and delivered.  And I have faith in you,
Marcus.  You do wonders down there in Tashun's department.  Everything I
throw at him gets done, now that you're back in charge."

If I was really in charge, I would have cancelled the contract.  "I
appreciate your confidence, sir.  But based on the pervasiveness of the
software identified in the contract-" I took another deep breath, "-we
don't have the budget for implementation."

"We don't?"  He leaned back, hands folded behind his head.  "So then,
don't implement."

"Excuse me?"

"I thought that was clear enough.  Sit on the software.  Should make
your job a whole lot easier."

"Yes.  It would."  I had half of the smoking gun.  The company would
easily find cause, Hunter buying something we wouldn't use.  Hunter's
fiduciary responsibility was in shreds.  But that wouldn't get us out of
the contract.  "So, if I might ask, if we're licensing the software, why
wouldn't we install it?"

His hands came down on the table, flat on the swimsuit models.  "For
exactly the reason you mentioned.  I'm no idiot, Marcus.  I estimated
the fallout of implementation before I put pen to paper.  Nope, it would
be foolish to implement this stuff.  Make a complete shambles of our
systems.  Users would be looking to string me up."

So he knew?  But he signed anyway.  I was halfway there, just a bit
further to an admission.  I must have smiled.  "Phewww.  That's a
relief.  Thank you sir."  I stood up, as if I was about to leave.  Then
I delivered my best Tom Cruise impression.  "But if we aren't going to
implement, why did we license it in the first place?"  Just like asking,
'If everyone on base does what you say, and you said Santiago wasn't to
be touched, why was he in jeopardy?'

Hunter's voice was a command, just like Jack Nicholson.  "Sit down,
Marcus."

I returned to my seat and leaned forward expectantly.

"You appreciated my generosity, putting you back in your old position,
upping your salary, assigning Tashun's bonus to you?  You did, didn't
you?"

"Yes, very much."

"In fact, instead of waiting until next week, I'll just compute Tashun's
share and assign it to you, right now.  How's that?"

On tape, that would sound like a bribe.  "You don't have to do that.  It
can wait until you do the others-"

"Nonsense.  I wouldn't want any mistakes, like Tashun getting the money
instead of you."  He swiveled to a small laptop, opened the lid and
began clicking and typing.

Although I liked what Hunter was doing, for the tape I had to protest
hard.  "Maybe you shouldn't take the money away from Mr. Tashun."

"No, damn it.  He raised that ridiculous scene about you getting another
employee pregnant on a business trip with no evidence, demoted you and
cut your salary.  And his timing made sure you weren't eligible for a
bonus you certainly would have received.  This is his punishment."  He
shut the lid of the laptop.  "All cared for."

"Thank you, sir.  You're too kind."  I wasn't going to get the rest of
his story, I just knew it.

"No one upstairs is caring for me like I just took care of you."  His
gaze was expectant, pleading for understanding.  "So, that made it my
responsibility, you see.  To make sure I'm being cared for."  He
examined his hands, big hands with thick fingers.  "And suddenly, I had
these unexpected expenses.  Several, all at the same time.  A man in my
position, well, my reputation is my bond, so to speak."

"Everyone here thinks the world of you, sir."  A little schmoozing
wouldn't hurt.

He leaned forward.  "Which is precisely why I cleared your name of those
outrageous charges.  A man's reputation is important."  He smiled and
raised one eyebrow.  "Besides, what red-blooded man at this company
hasn't played around a bit, huh?"

Hunter had just admitted screwing around with female employees. 
Lorraine, most likely.  But who else?  Not Twiz!  "If you say so, sir."

He glowered.  "Damn right I do!"

He'd created the opening.  "So you're taking care of yourself, right? 
Keeping yourself solvent?"  Maybe he would open up.

He smiled, self-satisfied like after a big meal or good sex.  "Something
like that.  Plus some benefits on the side, if you catch my drift."  He
winked.  Aha!  There was money behind Hunter's decision.  Sex was part
of it, too.  "You know Reese, Tashun's niece, right?'

"Yes sir."  Biblically, twice.

"He introduced me to her a few years ago, at one of those "Dads and
Daughters Day" things.  Asked if she could watch me work.  I thought it
was a suck up move.  Damn if she didn't have my cock out, sucking me off
within fifteen minutes of meeting her."

"Wow! That's unbelievable."  I believed every word.

"I knew she was going to grow up into a fine example of a woman.  And
every year, she'd coax me into doing a little more.  Until a couple of
years ago, she threw off all of her clothes and begged me to deflower
her.  All of those experiments, leading up to, well, the event."

I'd been through the same ordeal, but I couldn't share, not on the
recording.  "But she consented.  Heck, she seduced you!"

"Didn't make it right.  But I couldn't help myself.  Even got her an
internship, evaluating vendor software.  Which is how she met the folks
at Omniscient.  Turn around, and she's working for them.  And then comes
back to me with this big purchase order and says I have to sign off or
she'll blow the whistle.  Seems she wasn't legal age when we, uh,
completed her education."

No wonder Hunter signed off.  Statutory rape!  I had enough.  Any
financial kickbacks from Omniscient were picky details.  "Now I
understand."

"No, you don't.  See, Mrs. Hunter passed on a few years ago.  Left me
alone for the first time.  Loneliness can be an awful thing.  Some of
the women here, they took pity on an old man.  Came over to the house. 
Company made the house seem less empty.  Cooked meals.  After a while, I
got to know some of them better.  Seemed they had needs, just like me."

Hunter was playing the 'pity' card.  I didn't buy it, not for a minute. 
But I played along, to get the rest of the story.  "It's only natural. 
Men.  Women."

"You may have been in the same situation, you and that Muniz woman.  I'm
not judging, I'm just saying that if you did seek comfort with her and
her with you, maybe you were just luckier than me that your sperm didn't
catch."

His sperm infiltrated the secretarial pool and created a squad of Little
Hunters?  This conversation was getting deeper than I wanted.  Time to
back out.  "I appreciate your candor, I really do.  You don't have to
justify your behavior with me.  But you need to get this contract
cancelled."  I decided to give him one last shot at doing the right
thing.

He crossed his arms on the desk, covering all of the brochures.  "Unless
there's some wanton breach of the terms and conditions, which I expect
isn't likely, we're stuck with the agreement."

And Omniscient had an office ready and waiting for their former big
customer.  "I understand."

"Now, I've taken care of you, right?  Tashun's bonus?  And you'll have
the next one too.  But this stays between us, right?"

I had to keep myself clean on the audiotape even though I relished the
thought of a second helping of Tashun money.  "You don't have to bribe
me, Mr. Hunter.  Tashun's current bonus makes up for the one I lost
because of that unwarranted demotion.  We're even.  Thanks for your
time."

Hunter stood.  "Thank you, Marcus.  You're a good man and a good
listener.  I guess I really needed to get that off my chest.  Tough to
live with, you know?"

"I certainly do."  I had my share of sex secrets too.

He extended his big hand.  I wiped my sweaty palm on my pants and I
shook it heartily.

My fingers were on the door handle.  All I had to do was leave, and
claim success.  Instead, I turned my head and asked, "By the way, what
ever happened to Ms. Ryder?"

Hunter's face got bright red.  "Ungrateful bitch!  Excuse my language. 
After all I did for her, investing in her education, she got snotty with
me.  If there's one thing I won't tolerate, it's snotty.  Fired her ass
a few weeks ago.  Twiz out there, she doesn't give me any lip."

I expected pretty soon she'd be giving Hunter head.  "She seems nice
enough."

"Minds her own business, not the snoopy type.  And she's got great legs.
 Probably couldn't see them, with her sitting.  Should I call her in so
you can see them?"  He reached for an intercom button.

"No thanks.  Maybe some other time."

That last bit of dialogue showed Hunter's true nature as a leach.  As I
passed by Twiz's desk, I looked back, just in case her legs were
exposed.  No such luck.

I rode the elevator down.  Hunter was involved in a lot of nasty. 
Paying blackmail?  Child support?  It didn't matter.  It was
unscrupulous and illegal.  Maybe Tashun was right about an exit to
Omniscient after retirement.  The elevator doors opened.  I headed
straight for the bathroom, ripped off the tape and some body hair.  I
stifled a scream.  Painful as hell.  Dressed and with recorder in hand,
I stuck my head into Tashun's office.  His secretary didn't try to stop
me.  "Got it.  Hunter's confession.  How soon can we see the Board?"

Tashun searched the calendar on his smartphone.  "They meet this week. 
I'll get myself on the agenda.  But how did you-"

"Tom Cruise.  A Few Good Men.  Great movie."  I walked out of Tashun's
office, head held high.  I'd just saved the company.  That was more than
a days work.  So I took the elevator down to the garage and drove home.

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I found Winifred pacing in the front hallway.  Her pale face got very
red at the unexpected sight of me.  "Mr. Marcus!  You're home!"

"What's up?  Where's Harriett?"

She pointed to the staircase.  "She's getting ready for a dinner
meeting, and then a client's fundraising party."  She seemed
uncomfortable, like her clothes were too tight, despite the fact that
her bold print dress was like a tent over her huge body.

"What's wrong?"  Harriett had insisted that Winifred be happy with us,
so if she had any anxiety, I would surely be blamed.  Even if I had
nothing to do with it.

"I'm so sorry.  I really am."  She wrung her hands.  "I needed to use a
computer, and Harriett was on hers, so I tried using yours but it's
password protected."

To keep Harriett and Winifred away from my erotic photos and videos, for
one thing.  "Okay, no harm done."

"But then I remembered the one in the basement, the older one.  So I
went downstairs and-"

Shit!  I'd removed my password so Lore would have an easy time getting
the RAID array installed.  And I hadn't put it back on.  Had I even shut
down the computer after Lore and Justine's visit?  "You saw something, I
take it?"

Winifred dropped her voice, like she was sharing a secret.  But we both
knew.  "Mr. Marcus, there were all of these videos, of men and girls
having sexual intercourse.  In all kinds of positions."  She was
perspiring, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

She hadn't said she saw me in a video, so maybe she hadn't come across
that scene.  "They're instructional videos.  My friend asked me to
evaluate them, for educational, uh, effectiveness.  Nothing for you to
worry about, or mention to Harriett."

"But they were so explicit, I, well, I'd never seen anything like that,
and I-"

Harriett's voice came wafting down the stairs ahead of her body. 
"Harvey, we're going out.  Dinner with a client-"

"Yes, Winifred told me.  And a fund raiser afterwards."

Harriett smiled at Winifred's efficiency.  I smiled because I had to. 
"There are leftover vegetables in the fridge, and I put the stir fry pan
out.  Make yourself something healthy for a change."

Winifred glared at me, probably frustrated that our conversation had
been interrupted.  Both of us knew we couldn't continue our chat with
Harriett present.  That made us co-conspirators, a better circumstance
than Winifred as my accuser and her as a victim.

Harriett took Winifred's elbow.  "Come, dear, I can't wait to introduce
you to some of the nicest people-"

Her voice faded as they entered the garage.  Then a shout, "Harvey! 
Move your car so we can get out!  How inconsiderate you are!"

I went outside and moved my car to the other side of the driveway. 
Winifred stared at me, confused and distracted.  The same thing happens
to me when I watch porn.  I waited until they'd departed, and then
entered the house through the garage.  As I approached the stove with
the empty stir fry pan, the magnet on the fridge for A Hot Piece, my
favorite pizza place, caught my attention.   How long had it been since
I'd seen Nashta, the delivery girl?  Too long.

I decided that I'd treat myself to a pizza and take the chance that
Nashta would bring me my pie.  Maybe this time we could have a
conversation before she ran off.  On the phone, the owner was his same,
friendly self, barking at me.  I was surprised he was still in business
with that attitude.  Although maybe a lot of his customers were smitten
by his erotically beautiful delivery girl.

While I waited, I checked out the basement computer.  No password, just
as I expected.  Winifred hadn't even closed the video player, but there
was no father/daughter scene on the screen.  By examining the 'Last
Modified' dates, I identified which video clip she'd seen.  I opened it.
 Yep, my former neighbor Cocksworth, the one with the foot long, fucking
Annie.  Shit, Winifred had never met our daughter.  How would she react
to their first encounter after seeing this?

I heard the doorbell.  That was a whole lot faster than any other time
I'd called.

I opened the door and there she was, dark hair with that sexy white
streak.  "Hi," she said.

Why were her hands empty?  I stepped out of the way.  "Come in.  I
though you were delivering my order."

Her hands were jammed into her jacket pockets.  "You order?  I go back,
get for you."

I put a hand on her shoulder.  "No, wait.  If you don't have my pizza,
why are you here?"  I closed the door behind her.

She was looking past me, perhaps wondering if anyone else was at home. 
"I finish deliveries, had to see you."

Had to?  I'd wanted to have some quality time with this erotic creature
ever since we'd met.  Finally, a chance to chat.  "Come in, sit down. 
No one else is here."

She shook her head violently.  "No, cannot."

"Okay, we'll stand.  Why did you want to see me."  I didn't repeat her
'need' word.

"I very confused."  She looked at the floor, not my face.  "Other
customer, other men, they give big tips.  Just like you."  She raised
her face, our eyes meeting.  "But they want things.  Touch me.  Put
hands inside clothes.  Kiss.  But you, you no ask anything."

"It was just a tip."  No reason to scare her off by telling her my
fantasies.

"No, money not just tip.  Money is escape."  She slumped against the
wall.  "My situation no so good.  I go school, work hard, try to make
something."  A tear splattered on the tile floor.  "I live with aunt and
uncle.  They came over sooner and sponsor me.  But they make me bring
drugs."

She was a courier?  "That's terrible."

"Worst.  My uncle, he slips into my room, takes me."

Her uncle was fucking her?  Nashta's situation was horrid.  I slowly
closed the distance between us and took her in my arms.  "You poor
dear."  I stroked her straight black hair.  "You don't deserve that."

"When other men give me big tips, I cooperate.  It is fair.  But you. 
You don't want.  So I give you back tips."  She pulled a couple of
twenties from her pocket.  "Here."

I put my hand around hers, closing her fingers on the bills.  "No, you
keep them.  Maybe if you earn enough, you can find a roommate and move
out.  Or treat yourself to something nice."

"You nice.  Nice man."  She stared at me, her eyes and arms pulling me
closer.  Our faces were mere inches apart.  "Not like others.  Nice." 
She pressed her face forward, our lips touching.

It was the kiss I'd been waiting for.  Her head tilted, changing the
angle of her approach.  I held her close to me, anticipating what her
naked body would look and feel like.  But I was a nice guy, she said. 
Not someone who'd take advantage.  Still, it was enough to get me erect.
 Could she feel my cock through our clothes?  And would it scare her?

And then she slipped me her tongue!  Damn, so much for being nice.  Our
kissing became frenetic.  I kissed her mouth and cheeks and eyes and
forehead and back to her lips.  She was humping against me, demanding
attention.  My cock was at attention, prepared to give her whatever she
demanded.  And given how animated she was, I anticipated some really hot
sex.  Ironic, that by not asking, I was going to get the big prize.  I
hoped she wasn't scared off by the lump that poked against her lower
belly.  She wasn't, essentially fucking me with clothes on.  I
considered repeating my offer to come in, but to the bedroom instead of
the living room.

And then the doorbell rang.  She startled and pushed me away.

I reached to fix her hair, out of place from our suckface, but she
backed off, out of reach.  "You answer."

I pulled the door open.  There was pimple guy from A Hot Piece.  He
looked at both of us.  "Nasty, whatcha doing here?"

Nasty?  Was that her nickname?

"Nothing.  I go."  She bolted past him before I could say a word.

He held out the box.

"She, uh, she thought she had a delivery.  But of course she didn't. 
You do."  I gave him a dollar more than the price.

He handed me the box.  "Weird."  He tightened his cockeyed ball cap and
trotted down the walkway.

Damn, just when I was getting prepared to do the nasty with Nasty, my
pizza shows up and blows the whole thing.  My cock was unfulfilled.  I
brought the pizza into the kitchen and pulled a cold root beer from the
fridge.  Maybe after some pizza, I'd make some vegetables, just to
satisfy Harriett, and eat them downstairs in front of a few Zenellis
father/daughter videos.  As I brought the first slice to my lips, the
doorbell rang again.  Nashta?  Pimple boy?  Harriett and Winifred forgot
something or came back early?  But they had a key.  I didn't know what
or who to expect.

I peeked through the window.  On my doorstep was Ruthie, a friend of my
daughter, a bit taller and more mature, holding hands with a young man
I'd never met.

I opened the door.  "Ruthie?"

"I thought I was the only one who calls you Ruthie," said the young man.

"I told you, Stanley, Mr. Marcus and I have a history.  He can call me
Ruthie if he wants."

They crossed the threshold.  It was an awkward moment.  I wasn't sure
whether to give her a big hug and piss off her male companion or shake
hands.  But how could I shake hands with a young woman who'd I
deflowered on her 18th birthday?  And not just taken, but shoved my cock
all the way up her shallow vagina into her womb.  Evidently I was
fortunate on that occasion because there were no follow up calls about a
pregnancy.

"I haven't seen you in, what, three years?"

"Yeah, my eighteenth birthday at Sally's house.  That was quite a mess."

I didn't know if Ruthie was referring to Sally dumping ice cream and
chocolate syrup all over us, or the globs of semen and vaginal juices
when we decoupled.  "So what brings you by?"

"Stanley and I need a favor.  It's kind of complicated."  She craned her
neck, looking past me into the living room.  "Is anybody else here?"

"Nope, just me.  Harriett and her assistant are out.

"Good!"  Ruthie breathed a huge sigh, her breasts rising and falling.  I
noticed the wedding bands.  "You're married?"

"Yes, last year.  It's almost our first anniversary.."

"How nice.  Congratulations."  Stanley was a lucky guy, frolicking in
the sack with Ruthie.  She was taller but still short and her breasts
had grown, voluptuous for her frame.  I led them into the living room. 
She and Stanley sat close together at one end of our couch, me at the
other.  "So, what can I do for you."

"You can get me pregnant."

"Ruthie!" exclaimed Stanley.

I shook my head.  "I think that's Stanley's job."  Memories of impaling
Ruthie on my cock, deep with the head past her cervix in the shower,
raised my temperature and got the blood flowing to my firmest of organs.

"Maybe I should have been more subtle.  I told you, it's complicated."

Stanley spoke up, "It's my uncle and my brothers.  Only one of my
brothers, actually."  He poked himself between the eyes to bring his
glasses up.

Ruthie put her hand over Stanley's mouth.  "Let me tell him."

Stanley nodded.

Ruthie crossed her legs.  They were better too, more sculpted, like
she'd been working out.  "After we got married, we wanted a child.  So
we tried our best.  I mean, realllly tried."

Stanley's face got red.

I still couldn't compute the need for my contribution.  "Okay, well,
there are therapists for this kind of thing.  They can advise you better
than I can-"

"We've been to pregnancy counselors," said Ruthie.  "They say Stanley's
sperm aren't potent enough to get me pregnant."

Stanley's red face got even redder.

Maybe she just needed a concentrated dose of the little wigglers.  "Have
you thought about artificial insemination. With Stanley's sperm, of
course?"

"I looked into it, but it's way too expensive.  We can't afford anything
that sophisticated.  Or that slow."

"What's the hurry?  You're young and obviously in love."  Their fingers
were intertwined.  "But coming to me isn't the answer."  I regretted the
word 'coming' as soon as I'd said it.  "Keep saving up, and keep trying
in the meantime, and I'm sure it'll work out-"

"But we don't have time to wait.  I have to get pregnant now!"

Stanley stroked Ruthie's head, which hung down as if she'd been
rejected.  And I had, hadn't I?  "Let me explain the urgency.  My uncle,
my dad's brother, is dying from cancer.  And he's obsessed with carrying
on the family name.  So he redrafted his will - I can show you a copy
because he sent it to me and my two brothers.  It stipulates that the
first one of us to have a child becomes his sole heir.  And I mean sole!
 He's got no kids of his own."

Maybe Uncle Nutso has the same sperm problem as Stanley.  In any case,
he'd turned procreation into a contest.  "Okay.  So?"

"My oldest brother is gay, so that's no problem.  My other brother
announced his engagement the moment he got his copy of my uncle's will. 
But his fiancée is serving overseas and won't be back stateside for
about a month.  So you see, we have a window of opportunity to get
Ruthie pregnant."

"Are you sure you want to have a child just to win this contest?"

"We wanted one anyway, like we said.  This is icing on the cake." 
Stanley pulled his wife closer.

Ruthie raised her head.  "We were about to give up.  But then I
remembered you and my first time.  So I told Stanley about us.  About
what we did in the shower, how hard you got and how deep you went-"

"All the details!"  moaned Stanley.

"So you're our only hope, Mr. Marcus.  If we do it today, at the right
time of my cycle, I'll get pregnant before Gary and his fianc�e."

I wouldn't actually consider fucking Ruthie into pregnancy, would I? 
"How do you know it's your fertile time?"

"It's the right number of days.  And I've been taking my temperature. 
Today is my peak ovulating day this month."

I hated the immediacy.  "So, what do you expect, for me to take you
upstairs and-"  I didn't know what words to use, with her husband
sitting there.  'Fuck you'?  'Make love to you'?  "-stick it in?"

"You make it sound so clinical.  You were so kind and sweet last time, I
thought we'd both enjoy it."

"Ruthie, we said it would be sex for procreation, not enjoyment. 
Besides, we talked about paying Mr. Marcus for his services. 
Businesslike.  We don't have the money now, but after Uncle Jake dies-"

"What do you two think I am?  Some kind of gigolo or stud for hire?" 
For the first time, I was insulted about the idea of sex.  "I don't work
that way."

"But you've done it with lots of young women.  Sally told me all about
you.  I'm just asking for you to do it one more time."

"So, does Stanley have to dump whipped cream or chocolate syrup all over
us so we'll take off our clothes and shower together?" I asked.

Ruthie smiled.  "Come on, Mr. Marcus, we don't really need that
elaborate a set-up, do we?"

I knew it was wrong, but my cock was doing all of my thinking.  The
conversation had brought me to an erection, and my body wanted a
release.  Even if the release resulted in a child for Ruthie and
Stanley.  "Okay, let's go upstairs."  I tossed Stanley the remote.  "You
can watch anything you want.  I've even got a few premium channels-"

Stanley dropped the remote.  "I'm not staying down here.  If Ruthie goes
upstairs with you, so do I."

Ruthie stood facing her husband, no space between them.  "Now, honey,
you won't want to see-"

"The hell I don't!  Some guy is going to have sex with my wife.  I want
to make sure it's the minimum possible emotion involved, that's all.  As
clinical as possible."

I sighed.  How was I going to perform with an audience?  "I don't know
if I'll even be able to get it up if you're watching."

Ruthie came over and fondled the bulge in my pants.  "I'm sure that
won't be a problem.  You're stiff already, and we're both still
dressed."

I led the way upstairs.  With Harriett out, we could use the master
bedroom, which had a side chair for Stanley.

Ruthie reached for the buttons on her blouse.

"No, leave that on.  Just your slacks and panties.  And you, naked just
below the waist."

I whispered to Ruthie, "Does he think he's the director?"

Stanley plopped into the side chair.  "What did you say?"

"I said, 'What will Stanley think of my erection?'"  I dropped my pants
and jockeys in one smooth move.  My cock was hard and erect.

"Shit!  Ruthie told me you were big, but that's huge."

In a show of dominance, I took one step closer.  "You haven't changed
your mind, have you?"

A sharp "No" from Ruthie came from behind me.  I turned.  She'd taken
off her pants and underwear.  Her shaved, fat bald pussy waiting for me.
 Me, not Stanley.

I approached her, took her in my arms and prepared to kiss her.

"No kissing!" hollered Stanley.

I pulled my gaze from Ruthie's face and glanced in his direction. 
"What?"

"You're not making love to my wife.  You're just getting her pregnant."

"Don't we have foreplay when we have sex?" asked Ruthie.

"Sure."  Stanley crossed his legs.  Was he getting excited and wanted to
hide it?

"And why do we do that?" asked Ruthie.

"So that I get hard, which doesn't seem to be problem for Mr. Marcus-"

"And so that I get lubricated for penetration.  And I'm not moist.  Yet.
 So would you please let-"

I pushed Ruthie back on the bed.  "I can get her moist without kissing
her."  I dove for the junction of her spread legs and kissed her labia. 
My tongue darted between them,  She wiggled but I held her hips and
attacked.

Stanley practically lifted himself out of the chair.  "Hey, what the
hell-"

Ruthie was breathing heavy.  "You said he couldn't kiss me, so Mr.
Marcus is getting me wet.  Ooooh God, he's getting me sooo wet."

When I was satisfied that I'd gotten Ruthie's juices flowing, I stood
upright.  Ruthie sat up, her face a bit red, my cock pointing at her. 
She took it in hand and place her lips on the tip.

Stanley exploded.  "What are you doing that for?  You don't do that to
me!"

"I'm just making sure Mr. Marcus is firm and moist, so he can get in
easily.  You don't him to hurt me, do you?"

"If you're wet, he'll get in just fine."  Stanley pushed his glasses
back up.

Ruthie took one last suck.  "I guess we're ready."  Ruthie laid back on
the bed, and opened her thighs.  I crawled in between.  She guided my
cock to her labia and pressed.  "It's been a while since I've had one
this big."

"What?  When?" asked Stanley.

"Just the one time,  With Mr. Marcus."  Ruthie winked at me.  Maybe
she'd had others, but I didn't ask and just pressed forward, sliding
into her.  She was looser than our first time, but still plenty tight. 
"Oh God, I'd forgotten how good you feel.  That night, before you showed
up, Sally and I had been looking at photos of naked men on the Internet.
 That was pretty exciting, but having one in person and close and then
inside me-"

"Would you two just get on with it?"  Stanley was obviously frustrated
with our reminiscing.

"We'll be more likely to succeed if we both have orgasms."  Ruthie
tightened her pussy.  "Talking dirty helps.  And getting interrupted by
you is very distracting.  Can you just sit there and be a silent
observer?  Or go watch the Playboy channel downstairs?"

"Okay.  Go on, get it done already."

I was making good progress, in and out.  We were both excited, our
reunion very exciting for both of us.  I could see it in Ruthie's face.

"I want you to cum in my womb," she said.

"You mean, all the way in?"  I kept up my humping.

"Yes, Just like last time."

"Won't it hurt?"

"I'll deal.  I want you to give me a child."  She whispered "Like last
time."

"What?"  Ruthie had a baby?

"What's the matter?" asked Stanley.

"Nothing.  Shut up!"  Ruthie grabbed my ass and pulled.  "It
spontaneously aborted.  But I know you'll knock me up if you get all the
way in."

I could feel Ruthie's muscles.  Her arms, back, gluteus, everything was
tense.  "I'll never get in this way."

"Maybe gravity would help.  Stand up."

I stood at the edge of the bed.  Ruthie hung on my neck and pulled
herself against me.  As she slid down, I positioned my cock so that I'd
reenter her.  I felt my cock against her cervix.  But that's as far as I
was going.  She was still tense, trying too hard.  As she rubbed against
me, the buttons on her blouse scratched my belly.  "Can you take your
blouse off, please?"

"Sure."

"Hey, that's not necessary," complained Stanley.

"It is if you want me to continue.  I'm only going to check out Ruthie's
cleavage, to get me excited.  Her buttons are rough."

"Oh, okay, but that's as far as-"

"We're trying to make a baby here," shouted Ruthie.

Her frustration was showing, and so was her cleavage, which had deepened
since last time due to bigger tits.  I had to make Ruthie more relaxed. 
Last time it was warm water and a sudden thrust that broke through.

I noticed that Stanley had opened his zipper, his cock in his hand.  Our
mating got him so excited, he had to touch himself.  Ruthie's back was
to her husband.  "You know, your husband is a real stand-up guy."

"You're just saying that because he's allowing me to have sex with you."

"No, really, look!"  I turned us so she could see Stanley's average
sized penis poking out of his pants.  "See, Stanley is standing up."

Ruthie snickered.  I chuckled back.  She giggled a little louder, which
provoked me to laugh.  Pretty soon, we were both laughing out loud.

"What is it?"  Stanley covered his erection with both hands.  "Are you
two laughing at me?"

Ruthie's muscles had relaxed.  That was my opportunity.  I pulled her
down hard on my cock.  Ruthie gasped.  The head of my penis passed
through her cervix.  I was in, the tight grip holding my cock captive.

"Oh God, you did it!"  Ruthie kissed me with pent-up passion.

"Hey, no kissing.  This is supposed to be just sex."

Ruthie took a break from saliva swapping.  "Oh it is."  Ruthie swayed
side to side, then pressed her groin down to force me deeper.  "The
hottest sex I've had in a long time.  Long and hard."

The massage of the tip of my penis by Ruthie's cervix was outstanding. 
"I'm really close."

"Good, finish already," said Stanley.

I rubbed Ruthie's ass.  "I need something more, something to tip me
over."

"Did you say tits?"  Ruthie reached behind to undo her bra hook.  With
her hands occupied, I held her weight.

"No, I said no breasts."  Stanley stuck his finger on his glasses and
jammed them up his nose.  "You don't need to see Ruthie's breasts to-"

"Yes, he does."  Ruthie had already tossed the bra over her shoulder.

I appreciated Ruthie's willingness.  "I need to see them and suck them
and-"  I stopped describing and started showing.

Ruthie moaned and writhed against me.  "I think I'm ready.  Are you
ready?"

I pulled away, my teeth scraping a nipple. "Yes, very close."

"We're in the wrong position.  All of your sperm will leak out, just
like in the shower."  Ruthie slipped me her tongue.

She tasted so good, her saliva carbonated.  "Good idea.  We wouldn't
want all this effort to go to waste."  I walked up to the bed and slowly
lowered us without decoupling.

Ruthie laid, legs wrapped around the backs of my thighs.  "I don't know
how long I can keep this up.  You have to finish me now."

"Now?  Right now?"  I asked.  Her cervix clamped down on the sensitive
spot on my cock, just below the head.  "But only if you cum too."  I was
about to blast, but I could still be a gentleman.

"Oh God.  Oh God.  Make me a baby.  Make meeeee-"

I thrust in and out, short strokes, never leaving her womb. If I slipped
out, I'd probably wouldn't get back in.  I felt her fingertips barely
stroke my balls.  I pressed forward and splurged hard up into her. 
"Aggggggh."

Ruthie screamed, "Yessssss."

My balls weren't finished.  I thrust again and again, draining my
scrotum.

I let my cock stay inside her, plugging her so my sperm had the best
chance of hitting one of her fertile eggs.  I kept her pelvis tilted as
well.

"Is that it?  Did you finish?"  Stanley stood, his pecker at attention.

"Yes."  I'd just cuckolded the young man and felt terrible about it.  "I
have an idea.  Why don't you take my place, and keep Ruthie from losing
any ejaculate."

Ruthie smiled at me and nodded to her husband.  He threw off his clothes
to match his wife's nakedness.  He got beside me on the bed..  As I
pulled back, I tipped Ruthie's hips so her vagina opening faced the
ceiling.  Stanley got into position and stuck his prick into his wife. 
She cooed, as if she was enjoying his average sized dick.  In my mind,
she was faking.

I scooted off to the master bathroom to wash off my sticky penis and get
dressed, confident that I'd delivered a belated wedding present to the
young couple.  I wondered whatever happened to Sally and the rest of
Annie's friends.  The possibility of reunions with them stirred my
penis.

I decided to leave the happy couple alone, so I bopped downstairs.  I
tuned the cable box to the Playboy channel.  A special, "Where Are They
Now?" had just started.  The subject: the whereabouts of former
supermodels.  In the introduction, they flashed pictures of the models
they'd researched.  And that's when I saw her face, the face from the
corridor outside Underwuud Photography.  I knew Elizabeth was beautiful,
but a supermodel?  The narrator said her full name was Elizabeth Harden.
 My Elizabeth, the one whose husband would pay if I got her pregnant. 
Evidently she'd given up modeling and married Unger Abel and was an
executive in his corporation, focusing on the work of the Abel
International Foundation, which funded health initiatives in needy
countries.  Good for him, I thought.  And good for her.

Ruthie and Stanley came downstairs.  "We just wanted to say thank you."

"Are you sure you should be standing up so soon?"  The possibility that
Stanley would let us make it a double-header crossed my mind.  His arm
firmly around Ruthie's waist told me he wouldn't allow it.  I muted the
show and met them in the foyer.

"It was nice to see you," I said.  See her?  I'd impregnated her.

"Same here.  I'll let you know how it turns out."

"I think you've just changed our lives."  Stanley extended a hand and I
shook it.

"Bye, Mr. Marcus."  Ruthie pulled away from her husband, wrapped her
arms around my neck and kissed me, tongue and all.

"Ruthie, stop it."  Stanley was pissed.  He must have thought we were
finished.

"I was just thanking him."  Ruthie let her hand drag down my chest as
she stepped away.

Stanley grunted.

I let them out and went back to the Playboy special.  Had I just started
a new phase in my sex life, getting women pregnant?  Elizabeth would be
the second, assuming she'd ask me.  And assuming I'd just succeeded with
Ruthie.  Did I want to go around, making women pregnant?  And
intentionally?  I'd been lucky for so long.  Maybe Lore was right about
my Lucky Peter.

Dinner the next evening was going to be very interesting.

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