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On many of her stories, but not on my copy of this one, deirdre wrote:
Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
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this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment is
sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre
I'm taking this as a general permission.
This story was inspired by that age-old thought: *what do men really do
when there are no women around*, and it turned into a
*Stepford Wives*-type weird-town story.
12/4/94
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Move
by deirdre
Yes I was happy. I'd called the personnel office of the company my
husband had just joined and they'd told me to come right in and talk to
them. And I was in the car and on my way. We'd just moved in and it was
Ted's first day on the job. I was still so excited about our new house and
our new town--it was all like a dream: a house on a beautiful suburban
street (bigger than *any* house we would have been able to afford back in
the city), a great job for Ted, and my first job interview on the first
morning that I started looking. It was just so right.
But I wondered a little about Ted. He had been so excited about the job,
and we'd managed to find the house and tie everything up. Then he came
home after a trip to his new employers and I could see that something was
bothering him. "I've been thinking about not going after all," he said in
response to my query.
"Not going!? Ted, this is what we've been *dreaming* of! It's going to be
so much closer to Mom's and... Ted, what's the matter?"
"Nothing. I've just been having second thoughts."
I forced myself to calm down. After a moment I tried to talk again: "Ted...
this is a big step we're taking and it is natural to have some cold feet."
"It's not that."
"Ted, I *want* that house--*please* don't do this!" He didn't answer, but
just got a drained and resigned look. He hugged me, holding me close for
almost a minute. "Are you OK with this?" I finally asked.
"Yes," he answered. I felt relieved. He kissed me and I felt better. And
now we were here and it was just like I thought it would be.
"Mr. Riley can see you in about 30 minutes," said the receptionist when I
found the office.
"Can I wait here?" I said. There was a little waiting area and she offered
it to me. I sat down and picked up a magazine. Then I looked up to see her
standing in front of me.
"He'll be busy for a while," she said. I stared at her. Why was she
repeating this?
"That's fine," I said. She still didn't leave; in fact, she sat down next
to me. There was a slight smile on her lips. This was very strange and I
was suddenly uncomfortable. And she sat close--close enough that her hips
brushed mine. Then she leaned toward me, obviously trying to kiss me!
I stood quickly. "What are you doing!?" I burst out. She was immediately
standing next to me and I started backing away from her.
"I *told* you, Mr. Riley is busy," she said. I felt my back to a file
cabinet and she was still approaching me. She still smiled. "There's
nothing to worry about," she added and proceeded to lean toward me to kiss
me again. I stood there frozen for a second, not believing this was
happening, then pushed past her. In a panic I looked around for my purse.
"What's the matter? We're alone," she said. I grabbed my purse and rushed
out the door. I didn't stop in the hall, but headed outside. I glanced
back to see if she were following me. In the car, I sat there and took
deep breaths, trying to calm myself. Finally I drove home.
I was calmer when I reached the house. In hindsight, I realized I'd run
into a genuine crazy woman and kind of laughed about it. I wondered how
she could last at the company, acting like that.
The doorbell rang. There were two women at the door, one holding
something.
"Hi, I'm Estelle, and this is Leslie and we've come to say hello." Estelle
was holding what looked to be a cake. I invited them in, glad to do
something ordinary after that experience at the personnel office. Estelle
complimented our living room, which was actually still something of a
mess, saying she liked the furniture. I thanked her and took the cake into
the kitchen. They followed me.
"You're a pretty one," said Estelle as I put the cake on the counter.
"You're too kind, I'm sure," I answered, sightly uncomfortable.
"Isn't she pretty?" Estelle directed to Leslie, "This is going to be
great!" she added, walking right up to me. Then she leaned over and kissed
me. I was so shocked that I didn't even escape! Her lips were on mine and
I was just standing there, looking at her closed eyes!
Finally I reacted, stepping away as I held her back. Her eyes opened and
she smiled. Then she was trying to get close again, though I was holding
her away by the shoulders. She took one of my wrists and pushed my arm
out of position and then was on me again, her arms around my waist! In a
panic I pulled them off me as quickly as I could and crossed the kitchen.
"What's the matter; it's just us," she said. I glanced at Leslie who was
just watching.
"I'm not in to this," I said, warily.
"No need for that pose: there aren't any men around," she answered.
"Come on." She and Leslie were closing in on me. Leslie was behind me
and she grabbed me so I couldn't leave. Estelle was approaching me again
and started kissing me.
I pulled my head back, leaning back into Leslie. "Please, no!" I begged.
Estelle backed off, to my relief.
"She's awfully picky or something," said Estelle to Leslie. "Veronica'll
loosen her up." Then they left! Both of them out the door. I stood there
in the kitchen, trying to figure this out! First the receptionist at the
office, then this.
I sat down and tried to think. What was going on here? Why were they
doing that? The doorbell rang.
I peeked out before I opened it. Another woman was standing there. I felt
like just staying locked in the house 'til Ted got home. The bell rang
again. I opened it.
The woman had a narrow but attractive face and very long straight hair
that was almost black. She smiled at me. I wondered whether to let her
in and stared at her through the storm door.
I opened it. "Hello," she said. Her voice was low but very pretty.
"Hi."
"I had to come see our new neighbor," she offered. She still just stood
there, looking at me. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse. I realized
she was more than attractive--she was very beautiful. She still smiled.
"My name is Veronica," she finally offered. She came closer--almost
floated she was so graceful. "Estelle told me you were very pretty," she
said. Her fingers were on my chest right below my throat. She unbuttoned
a button on my blouse. I stood there, staring at her. Something prevented
me from stopping her. She smiled again. I don't know why I just stood
there, watching her. She was so beautiful.
"You'll do just fine," she added, and started unbuttoning another button.
I felt a constricting in my chest--it was hard to breathe.
"No!" I suddenly blurted. I backed away, stared at her a second, then ran
out the front door, leaving her there. I jumped in the car and started
driving. I was in a panic and didn't know what to do. I drove back to the
company. I tracked down Ted's department by asking at the visitor's desk.
I found his office and entered.
A receptionist sat at a desk. "May I help you?" she asked.
"I need to see Ted Randall! I'm his wife," I said, still feeling panicky.
"He's in conference right now. Can you wait?"
"I *have* to see him right now!"
"I'm sorry, but you can't," she said, rising from the desk. "Listen,
they'll be busy for a while..." She walked up to me and took me in her
arms.
"No!" I said, pushing away from her.
"Don't worry, there's plenty of time," she said smiling, approaching me
again. I looked at the door to the inner office. I suddenly made for it
and opened it. "Noooo!" I heard the receptionist scream behind me.
I stared in the office. Naked men! Ted was naked, on his hands and knees,
with one man's cock in his mouth and another's in his rear! His hands were
fastened behind his back and he was blindfolded! The receptionist was
next to me, looking in there with me. Two other men were watching with
their hands on their cocks. One of them hurried over and shut the door in
our faces.
"They were *naked*!" said the receptionist. I looked at her. She looked
genuinely shocked. "No one would believe it! They were *having sex*!"
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Move
by deirdre
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