Chapter One
He was walking around the lake, trying to lose the extra 30 pounds of girth his 35 year old body had added since college. His mind wandered over many such subjects as it often did during such hikes. He was a home town kid, one who had gone off to college and returned to work after graduation. A rich man monetarily, but a poor man who deeply regretted not already having a wife and children. Especially children, he could do without the wife, but wanted children.
Coming up were two beautiful women, without his glasses, their faces were not clear yet, but one could tell that it was likely mother and daughter. Just as they passed, her smile reminded him.
"Stephanie?" he asked, turning around rapidly. It couldn't be, he hadn't seen her in 15 years, since college. She had been a vision of glory in high school. He had been the high school football star. They had gone to lunch countless times, which he remembered seriously pissing off his long-time girl friend at the time. And the visions of him reaching from behind her in Latin class and first rubbing her neck and then her ample breasts flashed before him. Well, he had flirted pretty damn seriously with her, but he had never really cheated on his girlfriend. Stephanie had constantly called him a tease because he would not follow through with his flirtations. She always made fun of the fact that he was "in love" with another at such a young age. How foolish and knave he had been, she was right.
"Yes? Do I know you?" she replied.
"It is me, Jim. From high school," he stammered, hoping she didn't notice his nervousness. He had to think straight instead of being too busy dreaming how damn good she looked. Even better than in high school, he thought.
"Jim, Jim Crist? Is that you?" she queried. "It is so nice to see you again,"
"What ya up to? Are you in town again?" He quizzed wanting to continue on.
"Stephanie, let's go," the older lady demanded. "I thought we were walking."
"Yes mother. Sorry, I must go. Good to see you," she replied and with that they were disappearing behind the corner of the tree line.
Wow, I thought to myself. Amazing how some folks don't change at all, for that matter improve with age. While others, grabbing the 30 pounds of girth hanging below his chest and straining through his once 20-20 vision, do.
Chapter Two
"Guess who Jim saw the other day?" Bill needled knowing the company present. Jim sat on his side, alone as always, as a single man he rarely brought a date to these monthly dinner gatherings. Sure he dated and had plenty of one night stands, but rarely did he find a lady that he could comfortably bring to this table. The table itself was set immaculately and the candles in the candelabra gave almost a mystic view of the lake only a few hundred feet away from this mansion with Doric columns. Mark and Maggie sat on their side, all prim and proper. They now portrayed the epitome of the town's snobby social class. Both had been whoremongers in their past, but now pretended as if it had never happened. Bill sat smugly at the head of the table with what this topic he introduced was about to bear. His wife Cynthia sat at the other end leering angrily at him.
"Who would that be Bill?" quizzed Maggie, the only one not letting the subject drop as the only one not already in the loop.
"Stephanie Braziel," proclaimed Bill now giddy with anticipation.
"That whore!" said Maggie. "I hope when you saw here you turned and ran the other way." She instantly leered at Mark daring him to utter a word. That whore had almost broken up their engagement for good. One wild night with Mark had indeed broken off the engagement. Only months of begging and Mark's willingness to be cuckolded had gained back Maggie's hand. Of course, the relationship and he had paid dearly for the imbalance ever since.
"Dear, must we use that language at the table? I'm eating," complained Mark.
"Shut up Mark, don't try to change the subject just because you are uncomfortable with it," demanded Maggie. "Maybe you learned to think of the ramifications of your actions." Damn, Jim thought, I couldn't take that bitch, I'm glad it is him and not me.
"They passed each other on his walk around the lake. She was with her mother. I wonder what she is doing in town," Bill wondered aloud tossing the bait back out there. "He said they both looked pretty damn good."
"I don't know and I don't care what she is doing. All I know is that Jim, as far as I know, is the only male in this group to show any common sense and decency when it comes to her flirtations," said Cynthia. She leered at Bill knowing full well why he brought this up. Just to get a reaction out of Maggie. Yes, she was a snoot, but she was her snoot and one of her longest and best friends. She also knew that Bill had also screwed this little wench, around tenth grade, long before they had ever known each other. She knew in his sick mind this was his way of reminding her of that.
Jim just sat back and took the whole thing in. There were no secrets in this closely knit group. The men had all discussed all prior conquests, heck, he had been there when each of the other had drunkenly fallen in lust with Stephanie. Bill's fling was long before when they were all much younger. He certainly could have stopped Mark from his deal with the devil, but he hadn't. That ordeal happened at their fraternity house, hell on Jim's damn couch, while they were both in college. Stephanie just happened to show up at one of their numerous fraternity parties and again Jim turned her down. Again he was "in love" with the woman of his dreams. She settled on Mark since he didn't have the will to fight her flirtations. Jim just figured it wasn't any of his business if Mark cheated on his fiancé. Hell, what was he thinking; he probably hoped it broke the two of them up.
Cynthia was Jim's vision of beauty. He had told her how beautiful she looked, in front of her husband of course, each of the four times she was pregnant. She had surely thought he was just trying to be polite, but he had certainly meant it. She just looked like a vision of godliness to him and he knew how great a mother she was to her children. She wasn't the most beautiful woman in the world, the babies had added the pounds to her once above average figure, but it was just something about her that made him soft. How such a wonderful woman and human being had ever married a jerk like his best friend Bill astounded him. Animal magnetism, he guessed.
Maggie he had no use for. He wouldn't put up with her for a second if she tried to talk to him that way. He guessed she must have knew better. He just put up with her because Mark was a good friend.
"Mark, why do you stand up for that bitch," slammed Maggie now obviously pissed and stewing. "She went off and married that Jamaican. Not only that, my sorority sisters told me all about her. She was really into group sex. They said that she often had sex with up to ten guys at a time, including everybody at the Pike house one night. They also said that she preferred big cocks. She would beg for big black cocks."
"Maggie, I'm fucking eating here," replied Mark now obviously pissed as well. "I don't care what the fuck she did or does. She is way behind me now. I DO NOT give a damn. Am I going to have to pay for my past transgressions every damn time this bitches name is brought up?"
Bill smiled evilly as his work was done for the moment. He winked sadistically at Jim and Jim just shook his head, not really in disbelief of what had just happened.
Chapter Three
They were sprinting up and down the court. Jim dreamed to himself that he was ready for the NBA the way he was shooting today. "Nobody can stop me," he screamed as he torched the net for what must have been his tenth three-pointer of the game.
"Yea, yea, lucky damn shot," mused Mark now huffing and puffing out of control with his hands propping the weight of his body up at his knees.
"Damn, look at those bitches," exclaimed Tony as he saw two beautiful women, one blond and one black woman playing with two blond haired kids. "You can see that blond's thong sticking out of the top of her shorts. Umm, Umm, boy if I wasn't married I'd tear all into that."
