The War Is Over, Part 3

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THE WAR IS OVER

3.	Unexpected Transformation.

   "Ms. Williams, are you listening?"

   Kathleen blinked.  "Uh, yeah, Brooke.  What did you say again?"

   "The steering committee meeting got moved up to day after tomorrow at
three."

   "Okay, right," Kathleen nodded.  "Uh, I'm sorry.  I'm a little distracted
today."

   "I know," her young assistant nodded.  "You've been preoccupied.  Is
everything okay?"

   "Yeah, fine," Kathleen smiled.  "Now that the war's over, my mind's on
things other than work.  See, I saw this guy last night, and we had the most
incredible sex."

   Brooke grinned.  She was well aware of her boss's voracious sexual
appetites.  "So, who was it this time?  Somebody new?"

   "Yeah, sorta," Kathleen smiled mysteriously.  "I've known him a while but
it was the first time we had sex.  God, it was great.  I dunno, Brooke.  I
didn't think I'd react this way.  All I can think about today is the great
time I had last night; and about him."

   "So tell me, who was it?  Was it Mitch Rodriquez?"

   "Mitch?  Oh God, no," Kathleen laughed.  "What made you think it might be
Mitch?"

   "Mitch has been after you for months," Brooke smiled.  "It's no secret he
wants to fuck you, Ms. Williams."  Brooke occasionally still called her boss
by her last name though they'd become pretty good friends.

   Kathleen raised her eyebrow.  "God, Brooke!  Subtle much?"

   "No, no more subtle than Mitch chasing you," her assistant grinned.  She
pushed a lock of her brown hair off her face.  "So it's not Mitch?"

   "No, it's not Mitch," Kathleen replied, grinning mysteriously.  "I don't
want to say anything more.  It's a little embarrassing, to be honest."

   "Well, it sounds like you got more involved than you usually do, Ms.
Williams, I mean Kathy," her assistant nodded.  "But don't forget the
steering committee meeting day after tomorrow.  They want to see your
proposal to extend your contract.  It expires at the end of the month.
Remember?  So if you want to stay on here you'll have to sell them on an
extension."

   Kathleen nodded absentmindedly.  "Right."

   "The other thing I said before you tuned out is that Mitch Rodriguez wants
yet another interview.  He says you're great for his ratings."  She smirked.
"You're sure it wasn't Mitch?"

   Kathleen laughed.  "Mitch?  God, no!  I already told you I have no
interest in Mitch.  Why do you think it must be Mitch, Brooke?"

   "I dunno.  I think he's cute.  And he likes you.  I've seen his eyes
following you across a room.  He totally has the hots for you, Kathy.  If you
give him any encouragement he'll fall like a house of cards."

   She paused.  As usual her pretty assistant was right.  Mitch stared at her
before and during each interview.  Yeah, he wanted her.  She knew it.  She'd
known it a long time.  "He's only a talking head on TV," she grinned.
"There's no substance behind Mitch's fake smile."

   "But if you'd fuck Mitch you'd get lots better press," Brooke impishly
suggested.  "I bet he'd pull his punches and stop being such a pest when he
interviews you."

   Kathleen frowned.  "Yeah, if I fucked Mitch I'd get better treatment, and
you know me; Brooke, I'd do it if I had to.  But I don't.  I don't need to.
Mitch favors the antismoking side so he already slants things in my favor.
No, I don't need to fuck him.  I'd only need to if I was on Phil Wolfe's
side."  She paused thoughtfully and smiled.  "Last night I was with this guy
who's smart, handsome and daring as hell.  It was great sex."  She cleared
her throat.  "Look, I need to work on my proposal for the steering
committee."  She looked up and waited for Brooke to go.  "We'll talk about my
sex life later.  For now just be sure I'm not interrupted for the next hour.
Okay?"

   "You got it, boss," her assistant called from the hall before shutting the
door with a wink.

   At her computer Kathleen tried to type her contract extension.  It was no
use.  Her thoughts kept going back to Phil and the great sex they had.  It
was bizarre.  She didn't intend to get emotionally involved.  She knew better
but it was too late.  She could think of nothing else.  She had to see Phil
again.  It was amazing the way he enticed her, how he helped seduce her into
giving in to her baser instincts.  She was no prude.  She had a long history
of casual sexual encounters.  But this one was different.  Something about
Phil made her totally crazy, willing to do stuff she never imagined.

   Like smoking, for instance.  She was ashamed.  She let Phil feed her smoke
while they fucked.  Plus she smoked with him after.  He said she had to share
his smoke to get fucked and she let him.  Worse, she liked it.  It turned her
on doing something that wicked, so depraved, so disgusting and dangerous.
She groaned.  The danger thing was huge.  She loved fucking in his bedroom
knowing that in hours his wife would see and know everything that happened.
She wondered, how did Teresa react?  She grinned mischievously.  Actually she
didn't care unless it would keep her from seeing Phil again.  That she
absolutely _had_ to!

   Silently she stared out the window.  God, the smoking thing was weird.
Entering the building that morning she passed through a hazy cloud generated
by some smokers at the front door.  Each morning three or four inevitably
smoked outside the entrance.  SmokeFreeBayCity's offices were on the tenth
floor of the building.  But lots of people in the other offices smoked
outside.  She was used to running the gauntlet when she came in every
morning.

   But today was different.  She smelled the aroma of the cigarette smoke and
her panties got wet.  It reminded her of Phil and of their sex.  Without
meaning to she paused and actually savored the disgusting scent of the
secondhand smoke.  At that moment it was no longer disgusting.  It suddenly
smelled delicious - like sex.

   The door opened.  "Excuse me, Kathy," Brooke apologized.  "Sorry to
interrupt but it's Phil Wolfe on the phone.  He says it's urgent.  Says he
has to talk to you.  He insisted I interrupt.  He says you're expecting his
call.  Is that right?  I tried to tell him you can't be interrupted but he
insisted.  Is it okay to put him through?"

   "Phil Wolfe?  Oh God, sure Brooke, no problem," she said, trying hard to
sound casual.  "Yeah, put him through.  By the way, can you close my door on
your way out?"

   Eagerly she picked up the receiver.  "Hey, Phil.  God, it's nice to hear
your voice.  I'm so glad you called!"  She made a face.  She didn't mean to
sound so desperate.  But it was true.  It felt totally great to hear from
him.

   "Kathy, all morning I've thought about you.  Any regrets over last night?"

   Unconsciously she began playing with her breasts.  "Regrets?  God, no!"

   "Good.  Then meet me at the back of Bigelow's Bar & Grille, my bar on the
north side, in exactly one hour.  Behind the building is a loading dock.
Pull your car into an empty employee parking space.  A beer truck's parked at
the loading dock.  No one is inside.  Get out of your car and walk between
the beer truck and the building.  Wait for me.  I'll be there to fuck you."

   "Phil, what the-?  What the hell are you talking about?"

   "Last night you said you love having sex in dangerous places," he
whispered.  "It turns you on.  That's what you told me.  So in one hour I'll
fuck you outside my bar between that beer truck and the building where no one
can see."  He laughed.  "Or will they?"

   Kathleen's voice trembled with excitement.  Her hand moved faster.  She
massaged her breasts beneath her blouse.  "God, you're kidding, right?"

   "No, I'm not kidding.  One hour, Kathy.  At eleven o'clock sharp.  See you
then."

   "But Phil," she protested.  "I have appointments.  I'm busy."

   "Reschedule your fuckin' appointments.  One hour, Kathy.  Be there!"

   She tried to object but the line went dead.  In disbelief she put down the
receiver.  She laughed out loud.  "Oh my God.  He's fuckin' crazy!"

   She should ignore the bizarre invitation.  She had stuff to do.  She had
to prepare her contract extension for her steering committee.  But her brain
wouldn't stop running.  She imagined how it'd be to stand breathlessly
waiting for Phil, hidden behind a beer truck parked outside his bar, how it'd
feel for him to grab her and take her, hidden from onlookers by only a large
truck.

   She hit the save button on the computer and saved her contact extension
document.  "Who am I kidding?  I gotta do it.  I can't pass this up.  I
can't."  She gazed at her watch.  It was ten twenty.  She had time to get
there if she left right away.

   She grabbed her purse.  Flying through the door she paused at Brooke's
desk.  "Hey, call my eleven o'clock for me.  Tell him something came up."
She saw the irony as she imagined Phil's cock rising to salute her.  Yeah,
something was about to come up all right!  "I'll be back sometime after
lunch.  It's an emergency."

   "Uh, okay.  But can I call you on your cell if I need to?"

   She was at the office door.  "Nope, can't be interrupted, Brooke.  I'll be
back sometime early this afternoon.  I'll return calls then."

   "It's him, isn't it?" Brooke grinned.  "The guy from last night?  You
called him?"

   Kathleen laughed.  Her assistant didn't suspect it was Phil Wolfe.  But
then, why would she?  Kathleen hardly believed it herself.

   "Brooke, if you ever suggest to anyone that I rearranged my schedule today
so I could do a lunchtime quickie I'll fire your sorry ass.  Cover for me,
okay?"

   "You got it, Kathy," her assistant smirked.  "Enjoy."

   "Oh, don't worry.  I will!"

   The elevator seemed to take forever.  When it finally arrived she hit the
button for the ground floor several times.  It stopped twice to pick up
others.  Three girls who got in carried cigarettes and lighters.  Damn
smokers!

   The door opened on the ground floor.  The others left the elevator.  Kathy
was last off.  As she left the elevator she saw Dr. Bernard Robbins, a member
of her steering committee.

   "Ah, Kathleen.  Leaving?  Gee, we agreed that I'd stop in to chat for a
few minutes this morning.  Can we talk here a moment?"

   Uneasily she glanced at her watch.  "Yeah, Bernie, just for a second.  I
have a meeting on the north side at eleven and I can't be late."

   "Won't take long," smiled the doctor.  "I have new statistics for you to
see before our meeting."  He held out a sheath of papers.  "Look them over
and call me before.  Okay?"

   She grabbed the papers and leafed through them.  "Sure, Bernie.  No
problem."  She flashed an insincere smile.  "But right now I gotta go.  I'm
sorry.  Something just came up."

   Dr. Robbins nodded.  "I'll go up and see Brooke.  Have a good
appointment."

   "Oh, don't worry Bernie, I will," Kathleen smiled.  It'll be a hell of a
lot more fun than listening to you drone on and on about these damn smoking
statistics, you boring old bastard!

   She rushed to the entrance with the stack of loose papers.  In the
revolving door a man behind her went too fast and pushed too hard.  Kathy
stumbled as she got outside and dropped her papers onto the ground.
Immediately the breeze scattered them.  She groaned.  Shit!

   Just outside the main door stood the three female smokers who were on the
elevator.  Seeing Kathleen's distress they sought to help her pick up the
scattered papers.

   One of them was an attractive girl in her twenties.  She was dragging hard
on her cigarette.  She picked up several sheets and gave them to Kathleen as
a gust of wind blew.  A thick stream of smoke came from the girl's mouth and
blew right into Kathleen's face.

   "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she mumbled, greatly embarrassed.  "Honestly, I
didn't mean for that to happen."

   Kathleen gathered up the papers and smiled to reassure the petrified
female.  She was a pretty young thing, likely a secretary in one of the other
offices in the building.  "Don't worry about it.  I appreciate your help.
Really, it's no problem."

   Oddly, that was right.  She didn't mind the noxious odor.  Instead, like
it did earlier the pungent aroma of the smoke made her feel strangely
excited.

   "I'm sorry, Ms. Williams," the girl blathered.  Clearly she recognized
Kathleen and knew who she was.  She held her cigarette as far off to the side
as possible.  "I only meant to help."  It was no use.  The breeze continued
blowing it toward her.

   Kathleen smiled as smoke kept assailing her.  "Listen, don't worry.  I
didn't mind the smoke.  Go back to your break and enjoy your cigarette.
Okay?"

   The girl was flabbergasted.  "Uh, okay."  She grinned.  "Gee, thanks."

   Time was short but she nonetheless wanted to stand in the doorway with
those three girls who were smoking.  The smell of their ambient smoke would
help prepare her to fuck Phil again.

   "Thanks for collecting my papers.  You didn't need to, but thanks.  I'd
have chased them all over the place."

   One smoker was nervous but smiled awkwardly as she hit her cigarette.  "It
was nothing.  Anyone would've done it, Ms. Williams."

   Kathleen let swirling smoke from the girl's mouth hit her in the face.
She breathed it in.  Her crotch grew damp as she smelled the aromatic
fragrance.  It was turning her on.  "Nonsense, it was a big help to me.  Now
excuse me, I need to run."

   She hurried down the street and the smokers stared in disbelief.  "God,
weird," the youngest one announced.  "Last week that bitch lectured me about
smoking.  Now she's Miss Sunshine and doesn't complain at all.  Weird!"

   "Yeah, almost like she didn't want to leave."

   "She wants to join us but is afraid to ask," the third lady laughed.  "Do
you suppose?"

   Her companions chuckled.  "Yeah, that'll be the day."

   But she wasn't far wrong.  Kathleen reached her car but before she put her
key in the ignition she slid her hand under her skirt.  "Oh God, that smoky
smell reminded me of fucking Phil," she groaned.  "Christ, what's wrong with
me all of a sudden?"  She gazed at her watch.  Shit, she had to go.  She had
no time to goose herself.  She started the car and roared out of the garage
heading north.

   It was two minutes till eleven when she pulled in the lot behind Bigelow's
Bar & Grille.  As Phil promised it was deserted, except for a beer truck
parked by the loading dock.  With a twinge of anticipation Kathleen got out,
locked her car and walked carefully up to the big truck.

   "Hello?"  No answer.  "Hello?" she repeated.  Nothing.

   The loading dock adjoined a small parking area.  She saw no other cars and
no people.  It was deserted.  "Hello?" she said again.

   It was eleven by her watch.  No sign of Phil.  She walked between the
truck and the loading dock.  The truck was parked so it was flush against the
building.  The space in between was at most three feet.  The building blocked
the sun.  She stood quietly in the shadows, waiting.

   She heard a sound, like wheels rolling.  She spun around.  She saw
nothing.  "Hello?"

   Then she felt it.  Someone or something had grabbed her ankle from below.

   "Oh shit!"  She looked down.  "My God!"  Beneath the truck a hand held her
ankle.  Someone was rolling out from beneath the truck on a dolly.  It was
Phil Wolfe!

   "Jesus Christ, " she groaned, relieved.  "Phil, you scared the shit out of
me!"

   "Hush, quiet," he whispered from under the truck.  "Someone will hear."
He crawled out beneath the parked truck.  "I didn't want to be seen waiting
for you.  Shh.  Don't make noise or we'll get caught.  The street's not far
away!"

   He stood.  They embraced.  He had on a navy sport coat and khaki slacks.
He was dressed for work as she was.  She hugged him and felt his rigid cock
in his pants pushing against her.  It was rock hard.  He kissed her hungrily.
She kissed back.  She laughed.

   "Just how dangerous is it to be doing it out here like this?" she asked
quietly.

   "At this time of day no one's likely to come out the back door of the bar.
The truck driver ran an errand.  He told me he'd be back after noon."  He
kissed Kathy, tenderly fondling her breasts beneath her blouse.  "I thought
it'd be fun to fuck out here.  Agreed?"

   She giggled.  The truck parked against the loading dock hid them from
sight.  The only vantage points from which anyone could see them were on the
loading dock itself or from the bar's back door.  People on the street, and
on the other side of the truck, couldn't see them at all.

   Kathleen whispered and eagerly undid his belt.  "God, you're bad, Phil.
But what the hell?  Yeah, let's fuckin' do it!"

   She unhooked his belt, then his trousers, as Phil reached in his suit coat
pocket.  He got out a pack of Benson & Hedges Menthol 100s.  Silently he slid
two cigarettes in his mouth.

   She groaned.  "Oh God!  Smoking, out here?  Phil, it's dangerous!"

   "Nah, it's not," he answered, lighting up both cigarettes with his
lighter.  A scant two inches from her face Phil offered one to Kathleen with
a grin before exhaling smoke at her.  He laughed as she flinched.

   "I told you.  I always smoke while I fuck, and I only fuck girls who smoke
with me."

   She uneasily held the second lit cigarette.  "But look, Phil, I don't want
to-."

   "Bullshit," he interrupted as his pants fell to his feet.  "Last night you
smoked like a chimney, Kathy.  Take it.  No complaining, no bitching or I go
back inside and leave you."

   He put his cigarette in his mouth.  He removed her jacket and dropped it
to the ground while hiking up her skirt.  "Let's get rid of those damn
panties."  He said it softly, squeezing her ass while releasing a thick
exhale into her face.  "I need to fuck!"  He stuffed her hiked-up skirt in
its belt, revealing long naked legs.  He laughed at her shocked countenance.

   "The cigarette goes in between your lips, baby," he whispered.
Reluctantly Kathleen complied.  She slid the burning cylinder into her mouth.
"Yeah, that's right.  Now choose, Kathy.  We either do it doggy style as I
take you from behind or we do it face to face.  If we do it that way your
blouse and skirt get dirty from me pushing you against the truck while I fuck
you.  Doggy style is safer.  But your call, baby.  Pick your poison."

   Her cigarette hung from her mouth.  She felt _so_ excited.  "Face to
face," she groaned recklessly, taking a drag and letting smoke cascade into
his face through her trembling lips.  "I need to kiss you the way we did it
last night."

   "No problem."  He slid down his boxers as he pulled her panties to her
knees.  "I like it that way, too, baby.  I love to see you smoke while we
fuck."  He leered as smoke escaped from her lips around the cigarette.  "I
assure you, baby, I also _love_ seeing you smoke.  It shows me what a
hypocritical slutty little bitch you are!"

   He grabbed her ass and slammed her against the beer truck.  In a flash his
cock was out and he guided it into her sopping wet pussy.  With one powerful
thrust he was inside her.

   "Oh God!" she grunted passionately.  Unintentionally she did a hands-free
drag on her dangling cigarette.  "Oh yeah, that's nice!"  As she said it, the
smoke saturated her lungs.

   Phil hit on his cigarette before he took it from his mouth.  The whole
time he quietly pumped inside her, leaning as close as possible to her
contorted face.  "Tell me, bitch," he whispered with a sneer, grinding into
her furiously.  She was pinned against the side of the beer truck.  "How do
you plan to explain how your blouse and skirt got so fuckin' dirty at lunch?
Huh?"

   "I don't know," she moaned.  The cigarette stayed in her mouth.  "God,
Phil, this is great, so fuckin' hot!"

   "Hit on your cigarette, baby.  I want to see you do it.  Yeah, that's it.
Marvelous.  Shit, Kathy, it's fuckin' wicked to see you smoke a cigarette
while you beg your hated adversary Phil Wolfe to fuck you in the parking lot
behind his bar.  What would your fuckin' steering committee think if they saw
you now?  What would they say?"

   Her pelvis gyrated.  "They'd say I'm a slutty whore," she groaned wildly.
"They'd say I'm out of my fuckin' mind.  If they saw this cigarette in my
mouth they'd shit; they'd fire my sorry ass!"  She hit impatiently on her
cigarette before finally taking it out with one hand.  Exhaling, she pressed
her mouth against Phil's and kissed him with uncontrollable passion.  The
smoky exchange excited her more.  "God, I'd do anything to fuck you," she
moaned impatiently.  "Anything!"

   A voice came from the direction of the street.  "Hello?  Is someone back
there?  I thought I heard a noise.  Are you okay?"

   Phil put his finger by Kathy's lips.  He grinned.

   "Just having a little smoke break," he yelled.  "That's all."

   "Okay, I thought someone moaned.  Just wanted to be sure you're not in
trouble."

   Kathleen giggled quietly.  "No, we're fine," she yelled.  "Not to worry.
We're only smoking!"  Hearing herself say out loud that she was smoking gave
her goose flesh.

   They waited.  Nothing more was said.  He was gone.  They giggled
simultaneously.

   "It's so fuckin' exciting," she whispered faintly.  "The risk, getting
caught, I mean."

   "You told the truth.  We're just smoking.  It's just a cigarette break
behind the bar, right?"  Before she answered he thrust his B&H Menthol in her
mouth for her to take a drag.  She did and inhaled with no complaint.  "Yeah,
like I said," he approved, watching her hold the inhale in her chest.
"You're only a girl smoking out here behind the bar."  He began to pump.
"Well, there's a little more going on.  But you sure as hell are smoking,
Kathy!"

   He moved faster, thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy with rising
urgency.  With no sound Kathleen let smoke flow from her lips, relishing the
sexual stimulus.  With trembling fingers Phil raised his cigarette to her
mouth; again and again Kathy dragged on it.  At the same time she put hers to
his lips urging him to join her.  He did and immediately they fell toward one
another exhaling smoke and kissing passionately.

   All of a sudden she dug her fingers into Phil's arms and held him tight.
"Oh my God," she gasped.  "Shit, I'm already ready, baby.  Holy Christ, I'm
gonna cum now!"

   "Go ahead, gorgeous," he whispered.  "I'm ready to let go.  But remember,
quietly.  Not a sound."

   She scrunched up her face with eyes closed.  With a wicked grin he
delicately positioned his cigarette between her quivering lips.  He gently
touched her top lip and she didn't hesitate.  Closing her mouth on the
cigarette she dragged as her spasming increased.  The silent scream that
followed pulled a massive amount of smoke deep into her lungs.  Phil took a
last drag of his and after inhaling picked up the pace, unloading his cum
into her throbbing pussy.  She exhaled for what seemed like an eternity.
Neither made a sound.  It was hard but they managed to finish without making
noise.

   "Oh my God," Kathleen eventually whispered, wiping sweat from her drenched
forehead.  "That was intense, even more intense than last night."  She
laughed.  "It was great, Phil."

   Phil retrieved another cigarette from his jacket and lit it up.  "I aim to
please," he laughed quietly.  "Here, take this one."

   "No, Phil, I can't.  I shouldn't," she objected, only half-heartedly.  She
refused to take it between her fingers.  "I only smoked the last cigarette
because it's part of our little game."

   Another B&H Menthol 100 was already in Phil's mouth.  "Look, Kathy, either
you take it and smoke it or I yell, and dozens of people from the street
stream back here to see what's going on."  He grinned.  "It'd be hard to
explain, huh, especially if they recognize you from seeing you on TV."

   "You wouldn't?"

   He shrugged.  "I just lit two cigarettes.  Can't let them go to waste.  So
you choose, babe, as always.  It's your choice."  He held out a B&H Menthol
100.  "Think what Mitch Rodriguez would say if people told him they saw you
with me behind my bar at eleven in the morning, with your panties around your
ankles and a cigarette in your mouth.  It'd be a cool story."

   "Bastard," she grimaced, finally accepting the cigarette.  "Okay, but I'm
only doing it because it's part of the game."  Without being asked she raised
it to her mouth for a sumptuous drag.  "I'm not smoking, you know!"

   He watched her long thin exhale.  "Of course not.  Yeah, you're clearly
_not_ smoking, Kathy.  I can see that."  He took a hit.  "But don't be shy,
baby.  You can admit it.  Don't you like doing this with me, at least a
little?"

   Kathleen jutted out her jaw to exhale.  She couldn't suppress a smile.
"Okay, yeah, I do like it a little," she admitted.  "I never said that
smoking's not enjoyable.  I only said that we should stamp it out to protect
people from themselves.  To protect them from people like you, you bastard,"
she added, poking him in the ribs.

   "Oh, you want someone to protect you from me and my yummy menthol
cigarettes?  Is that it?  So you want me to leave you alone from now on?"

   "I didn't say that," she grunted, dragging on the B&H Menthol.

   "I see.  So if people don't want to be protected you'd just leave alone to
smoke if they want?  No matter if smoking's bad for them?"  He smirked.
"God, that's different from what you said in our debates."

   "It was different then," she complained.  He was making her mad.  "You're
still trying to win the fuckin' war, Phil.  It's over.  I won.  Remember?"

   He watched smoke stream from her gorgeous mouth.  "Yeah, I nearly forgot,
beautiful.  I nearly forgot all about it."

   He hiked up his pants.  "Soon the truck driver will be back.  We need to
be gone."

   "Wait," she objected.  "I want to hear what happened with Teresa.  Did you
tell her about us, about what happened?"

   "Couldn't help it," he whispered, cigarette dangling.  "The evidence was
obvious.  Yeah, Teresa knows.  She knows everything."

   "And?"  She did the same thing, hurriedly pulling on her clothes holding
her burning cigarette securely between her fingers.

   "At first Teresa was mad.  But I told her that you knew all about her
indiscretions.  I explained it might be better for her, for both of us, to
back off and accept things as they are.  Better for her and better for me
too."

   She sighed.  "Great.  So Teresa won't make a stink?  We can still see each
other?"

   "If you want.  Not a problem," he smirked.  "In fact, I asked Teresa about
the threesomes your detective uncovered.  I suggested perhaps Teresa's next
one ought to be with you and me."

   "You didn't!"

   "I sure did.  Teresa wasn't interested till I said that you smoke during
sex now.  She didn't believe it.  God, that got her attention!  Teresa wants
to watch you smoke while we fuck."

   "Oh God, Phil.  You told your wife I smoked with you?"

   "Sure, why not?  It's the truth.  Don't worry, Kath.  Teresa's discrete
when it's in her best interest to keep her mouth shut.  She's not saying
anything to anyone.  I made sure."

   "But Phil, we should-."

   "Hush, it's time to go, gorgeous."  He kissed her gently on the lips and
jumped up on the loading dock.  "Finish your cigarette before you go.  I
don't mind.  I'll call you.  I look forward to seeing you and Teresa together
in the same bed next time!"

   Phil disappeared inside.  Kathleen released an angry epithet and was about
to drop her cigarette.  But she didn't.  She hesitated.  She stared at it.
Reluctantly, remorsefully she put it between her lips for a last drag before
letting it fall to the ground.  As she walked to her car she exhaled smoke
and cursed Phil Wolfe under her breath.

   "Filthy, fuckin' bastard.  Phil's doing this on purpose, damn him, messing
with my head."  Last wisps of smoke escaped her lips.  "Well, I don't care
what he says or what he wants either.  I'm not smoking.  I'm not!"

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