Return To The Land

"NO! Damn it Roger I don't want to just take off and lay around the damn beach with you. I'm sick of Miami and have more important things to do than traipse all around the country with you. That's all you want to do any more. We're young. We need to live it up before it's too late. I'm sick of you telling me I can't go out with my friends. I have a life and if you want to share it you need to change your ways. Just because I agreed to marry you doesn't give you the right to tell me I have to go on trips with you or I have to stay home and not go dancing and partying with my friends. God Damn It Roger I'm not some forty-year-old Soccer Mommie who has nothing better to do than haul a bunch of kids around. I have better things to do than sit around my house and visit on the phone or BBQ on the weekends. I'm young and I need to PAR TAY!"

Roger felt his stomach knot up as he listened to Cynthia Vanderbilt, his fiancée. It had taken him over a year to get over the breakup of his last romance and losing his parents in their auto accident. Cynthia brought him out of his depression and made him glad to be alive once more. He had met her by accident one day in the building he worked in on Wall Street. He had been late for a meeting and she had too. They were rushing for the elevator and she tried to beat him through the door. She rushed past him from behind and brushed against him causing them both to drop items they were carrying for their meeting. Instead of one of them getting the sole remaining space on the elevator neither of them made that car because they had to stop and pick up their charts and briefcases.

Roger had apologized profusely and helped her to pick up everything even though it was her fault they dropped their documents and briefcases. They both explained why they were late and caught the next elevator. When they got to the 25th floor Roger turned left for his meeting and Cynthia turned right. At that point they had not even exchanged names. Roger made it to his meeting room and saw at least that he was not the last person to arrive. He hurried to set up his easel and flip charts then checked to be sure his power point presentation was set up properly and ready to go.

Roger's boss came into the room and looked around. He frowned then said, "Roger for some reason the other representative from Jones and Bancroft is late. I have called her office and they told me she left their office early enough to get here on time. Everybody just hang loose until we see what the problem is."

As the managing partner turned to leave the room the woman Roger had bumped into came bustling past him and into the room. She almost knocked him down as she had Roger in the elevator. She was red as burgundy wine with embarrassment. She stopped just inside the room and saw everyone standing or sitting waiting on her. She gave a slight smile and said, "I'm so sorry to be late. I was rushing for the elevator and some bumpkin ran into me. I think he must have just fallen off the potato wagon. You could cut his hillbilly drawl with a knife. He was blocking the door to the elevator and bumped into me when I tried to get past him. I dropped everything I was carrying and had to pick it up. When I got to this floor I got turned around and went the wrong direction when I exited the elevator. I hope I didn't cause too big a problem for you all."

Mr. Goldstein, the Managing Partner, smiled and said, "No real problem at all Cynthia. You're the last one of your team to arrive and all my team is here so let's just get started."

He pointed at Roger and said, "This is our Vice President for New Issues Roger Dyer. He'll make a short presentation then we'll answer any questions you may have. As far as we can determine the publicity associated with the new issue of your companies bonds and the coupon rate has resulted in an over subscription. Since the desire for the issue is so high we might consider raising the amount of the offering or selling them at a premium. In fact, that is the main point we want to discuss with your team."

Roger remembered looking up at the beautiful woman standing staring daggers at him. He smiled and walked to his podium turned to face the rest of the room and said in his best country drawl, "Well if everyone will take your seats we can get started now. Ms. Vanderbilt I want to apologize once again for our mishap at the elevator. I just didn't understand how important it was that you got onto it first. After all anyone knows someone stepping into an elevator should jump out of the way of a juggernaut heading for a collision with them. I guess I had better get the eyes in the back of my head checked so I can see you from now on."

Roger waited for the laughter to die down then began his presentation. He smiled inwardly at the deep red hue and obvious embarrassment on Cynthia's face. He knew he shouldn't have said what he did but he was tired of self important Bitches throwing their weight around. She acted like most of the other women he met here in the City. They thought they had the best, most wonderful Pussy in the whole city and the most sought after body to wrap it in. She came across as arrogant and high maintenance and he didn't like that type of woman. Both the girlfriends he had after he moved to New York had been like that and he was through with that type of woman. Sometimes he wondered why he ever wanted to move away from the farm. No amount of money was worth the hassle he went through some days.

He was disgusted with the city for so many reasons. He had been raised to believe you succeeded on your own merits, your own hard work. It seemed here in the city you succeeded by back stabbing your friends and co workers, by making the competition look bad instead of by working to make yourself look good. He hated the fake friendship and camaraderie, the mandatory parties and social functions. Truthfully, he was about ready to quit his damn job and move back home where he could live a good life with real people. He had enough money saved and invested he could live well on a lower paying job back in his home area.

Roger smiled and began his presentation. He had the numbers in line and, like many Wharton MBA's he knew his stuff forwards and backwards. Many times he saw the shock and admiration in his audience's eyes as he answered their questions. One of the men from the company issuing the bonds was a sharpshooter. Roger could see his anger seething below the surface as he turned aside his verbal jabs or his answers made him look bad. Roger felt his presentation went well and from the way his boss looked so did he. Finally everyone agreed on the changes to the offering. They instructed the responsible parties to complete and file the requisite paperwork and get the issue placed.

Cynthia remained seated after the meeting broke up. She pretended to be arranging her files and placing them back into her briefcase. She was very slow and methodical. It was obvious she was delaying her departure. Finally she and Roger were the only two persons in the room. She looked up at him and stood. Roger watched as she walked toward him with a guilty childlike look on her face. When she was near him she stopped and put her hand gently on his forearm. Mr. Dyer I am sorry for the way I behaved both when we ran into each other and when I came into the room today. I know I acted like a Bitch and I am truly sorry. I was so nervous I dithered too long in my office then I could not get a cab. Then when I got here I rushed to the elevator and tried to brush past you so I would not have to wait for another one. I caused the problems and then I didn't have the decency to 'fess up when I got here. Please, since it's past quitting time can I take you out for a drink and make it up to you?"

Roger had every intention of telling her to forget it and to walk out of the room. He surprised himself when he heard his voice agreeing to go with her. That was the beginning of their romance. It was after two a.m. when he stumbled into his apartment that evening and he was besotted with Cynthia Vanderbilt. He had learned she was a very distant relative to THE Vanderbilt's and was a very driven woman.

They had exchanged addresses and phone numbers that evening. Cynthia (Roger had already learned not to call her anything but Cynthia) had agreed to a date the following Friday before they went their separate ways that night. Over the next year Roger found out Cynthia was a party animal, a socialite and, like his other New York girlfriends had been, she was High Maintenance. Several times he tried to break it off but he just could not do so. He was in love despite his dislike of some of Cynthia's likes and desires, some of her habits and mannerisms. It was obvious by her actions and statements that she felt she was better than many of the people she was forced to interact with. He was embarrassed many times when they were out by the way she treated people who served them.

In spite of her many shortcomings Roger was empty when she was not with him. He could not get enough of her. She was so special when she laughed and flirted with him, when she loved him. Finally he decided he had to have all of her all the time and he asked her to marry him. Much to his surprise she hesitated. They had been lovers for nine months by that time and had lived together for six months. She professed to love him but she took over a week to agree to marry him and he had to ask her repeatedly before she finally sighed and said, "OK, OK I'll marry you. Jeeze you whine about it like a little boy."

Roger was hurt by her comment when she accepted his proposal. To this day he did not know why he let it pass. For the last three months Cynthia (and that was another thing he did not like about her. It was CYNTHIA, NEVER Cindy or Cyn) had been getting more and more difficult to be with. She refused to stay home with him. Many evenings she would not even come home until after midnight. Other evenings she would come home from work and clean up, change clothes and go out again to meet her friends for various reasons. Roger was almost never invited to join her any longer because she told him he was a spoilsport. She rarely agreed to go anywhere he wanted to go or visit anyone he wanted to visit. One time she had even said, "Honestly I don't know why I put up with your country attitude. This is the Big Apple country boy. Get a life, go out, party and LIVE a little."

Roger obtained the name of spoilsport because he took exception to the way she danced and acted with many of the men she met at the bars and affairs she or they attended. He told her she was an engaged woman and the way she acted in the bars and with her friends were not appropriate for an engaged woman or a married one. Of course that was one of the reasons he had been excluded from her nights out lately. He had followed her a time or two and never saw her do anything totally outrageous but many of her actions made him uncomfortable from a fiancées perspective. Many of the mannerisms he found so attractive and endearing during their early courtship now made him uncomfortable because she was still flirting and using them with other men.

Roger shook himself and turned his mind from his memories to once again address his fiancée Cynthia. He felt his lips press together and jaws clench. He forced himself to relax then he began speaking. He said, "Cynthia you have been acting like a spoiled brat and a selfish bitch now for three months. We need this time away to reconnect and relax. I know both of us have high-pressure jobs and we have to work long hours but we can't go on like this. It's only six weeks until our wedding and we need to reconnect with each other to see if this is truly what we want. We need this week away to fix our relationship. I'm scared it will not last if you don't change your outlook. In fact I am not sure we are not irreparably broken now."

"When you agreed to go last week I made all the reservations. Hell, you even packed your suitcase yesterday and now you tell me you aren't going? The limo will be here any time. We ARE going and we ARE going to settle this once and for all."

Roger grabbed Cynthia's hand and pulled her to the front door of their condo. He handed her the suitcase she was using. He stepped to the door, opened it, picked up his suitcase and her overnight bag then ushered her out. When he turned from locking the door he saw the limo waiting and the driver helping Cynthia into the back.

Roger walked up and handed the bags he was carrying to the driver and started to get into the limo. He heard Cynthia talking on her cell during all this. She was saying, "He's being a total shit about the whole thing. I've had it with his crap. Yeah, that's a good idea. I'm looking forward to it." Cynthia smiled and continued, "Great, see ya there. At least I'll get something out of this week."

Cynthia looked up at Roger with anger in her eyes as she closed her phone. She did not say a word as they rode to the airport. The whole flight to Miami was filled with silence. The only time Cynthia spoke was when absolutely necessary. Roger felt his anger build until he could barely hold it inside. He was ready to admit this was a very bad idea and that his marriage might be in danger of never occurring. He decided if she didn't improve her attitude in the next couple of days he would ask for his ring back and end it. He absolutely refused to put up with crap like Cynthia was dishing out.

When they arrived at their resort and got settled in Roger suggested they go out for supper and dancing. At the mention of dancing Cynthia's eyes lit up and she got a huge grin on her face. She quickly agreed and asked where they were going. Roger told her then suggested she go clean up then he would shower while she dressed.

Roger walked into the bedroom after his shower and heard Cynthia on her phone. She said, "Yeah, supper then we'll be at the Beach Club for dancing after. Ohhh yeah. I'm looking forward to it." Cynthia giggled and continued, "Yeah, doing it like this is soooo exciting. I just can't wait to see his face when it goes down. I get such a charge out of doing it like this it makes the whole shitty time worth it almost. Well, see you when we get back."

Roger felt a little better when he heard her say she was looking forward to the night. He felt some of the knots relax in his body and turned back to the sitting room to finish dressing while he waited for Cynthia. He did wonder what she was planning that she was so excited about. From the sound of her conversation Cynthia might be planning a surprise for him. He hoped so."

Conversation at the meal was strained but somewhat pleasant. It appeared Cynthia was looking forward to the dancing and that made Roger happy. She also said she was really looking forward to the night after the dance and to the rest of the week. They got to the club and danced several dances. A time or two other men asked Cynthia to dance. She was always polite and asked if she could. Roger grudgingly gave his permission. By the end of the evening Cynthia and one of the men had quit asking him if she could dance with the stranger. She was almost dividing her time between Roger and the other tall, well-built man. Roger felt uneasy at that first because the man looked slightly familiar and secondly because they seemed much too interested in each other, much too familiar with each other.

Finally near one a.m. Roger convinced Cynthia to return to their resort. When they got there they showered together to wash the smoke off then adjourned to their bed. Roger had to almost force his way into the shower with Cynthia but she then relaxed and seemed to enjoy his attention. From past experience Roger knew if he could ever get her started Cynthia was a fucking machine. After he got into the shower with her and began soaping her down he felt her relax and she began moaning and directing his hands. They had sex in the shower before they finished cleaning themselves.

After they dried off Roger and Cynthia staggered to the bed. They continued their loving on the bed. After several minutes of kissing, nibbling and small talk, they made love once more. Roger was heartened and moved to cuddle against Cynthia's back, his hand cupping her breast. Roger smiled because Cynthia seemed much more ready for love making, more enthusiastic than she had been for several weeks. He was slightly upset when after they finished she had tried to move away from him however. She had not made an issue of him cuddling up to her though. She had just seemed to drift off to sleep lying in his arms. When their romance was young and new Cynthia used to cuddle after they had sex. Her attitude worried Roger but he let his worries fade as he drifted off into a deep slumber.

The next morning Roger awakened late. He saw by the clock it was after ten a.m. Cynthia was not in bed. He walked nude into the sitting area of the condo and she was not there. After more search he found her purse missing too. Finally he decided she had gone out for breakfast or something but besides being worried he was upset. She could have waited on him or even awakened him if she was in a hurry. He sighed and thought to himself 'this is just another indication that things are going badly wrong. She would have never done this a few weeks ago. We were inseparable and always waited on the other for breakfast on the weekends or on a trip. I have a lot more repair to do than I thought.'

As the day wore on Roger got more and more upset. Cynthia did not call. She did not come back for lunch. Roger decided she had gone shopping but then she did not come back for supper. He stayed up until after midnight and she still had not returned. Finally he called the police but they had no information on her. He was told he could not report her missing for at least 24 hours. He had a sleepless night.

The next morning Cynthia was still missing and Roger reported her as such to the police. He gritted his teeth and called her parents. Roger was very surprised when her father said, "Oh, I wouldn't worry about it Roger. I'm sure everything is fine. Why don't you just enjoy your trip and relax?"

At the time Roger was talking to her father Cynthia was laying on her back giggling in another hotel room down the block from the hotel Roger was in. After she heard Roger end the phone call with her father Cynthia turned to the man who was sucking on her breasts. She pulled him up and gave him a deep sensuous kiss. He grinned when he felt her pulling him over her for the third time that day.

Cynthia moaned and squealed her approval as she felt him slide his cock into her dripping cunt. She kissed him once more then said, "Oh, God yessss. Fuck me honey. I don't know what is better, finally getting rid of that bumpkin or finding the love of my life finally."

Cynthia felt her loins churning and she began thrusting upward to meet her new lover's thrusts. Their speed increased as did the violence of their coupling. Cynthia screamed and locked her heels behind her lover's thighs. She held herself tightly against him as her orgasm washed over her. When he felt her orgasm hit and her tight cunt fluttering, squeezing and releasing his cock he too went over the precipice. He slammed deeply into her once more and felt his cock throb as he shot his seed into Cynthia's cunt once more.

The tall blond man did not even know Roger but he hated him. He had struggled all his life to get ahead and he hated people like Roger, and, in truth like Cynthia. He felt he fought for everything he had and they just had it handed to them because they came from family or from a good college. Cynthia was not the first woman he had stolen from men like Roger but if she was as rich as he thought she was she would be the last for a while. He fully intended to marry her and live like he felt he was entitled. When a richer bitch came along he would trade up. He just hoped he didn't have to sign a pre nuptial agreement when he married Cynthia. He had been dating her now for several months and was sure he could talk her into marrying him when the time came. After all, hadn't he taken her from the asshole she was engaged to?