CHAPTER 1
Drinking recklessly and becoming too loud, Russell Lawrence was spoiling the tone of the party and the hostess said kindly to Chase Lawrence, "Darling do you think you could ask Russell to moderate his behavior?"
"Yes of course Katie."
Chase went up to Russell who was sounding off about the inability of CEOs these days to stand up to board chairman. She waited until he finished and said, "Russell I want to go home."
"We'll go later," he said. "I'm enjoying myself."
"Russell please take me home."
"Frig off Chase," he said, pushing her away.
Chase fell quite heavily, not expecting to be pushed.
She was helped to her feet and she sat in the kitchen with Katie until she stopped shaking. Katie then called a cab and said, "I'll get Mike (her husband) and Lenny (her brother-in-law) to take Russell's car keys and then evict him. Russell is drunk and pugnacious. The walk home ought to sober him up."
Chase waited in the kitchen for her sterile husband. Russell had demanded Chase give up her career as a successful professional theater actress and sometime assistant director. He believed, because his mother had told him, that by not working Chase would increase her chances of becoming pregnant through having less stress and more rest and longer sleeps.
That didn't work and he bullied Chase into having a series of tests and then the medical specialist invited Russell to submit to tests. Russell had said sure, anything to help prove to Chase that she was the problem. However the tests proved emphatically that Russell was sterile. Before he went to sleep that night he apologized to Chase for putting her through that hassle when he was the one as fault because he was "firing blanks'.
At first Russell didn't want to talk about it and then he began joking about it and his behavior slowly changed. He began to drink more heavily and his manner, whether he was drunk or sober, became more aggressive.
Chase worried about this but he refused to seek help. Thinking back she thought what an asshole she'd been and recalled her mother saying when her daughter began dating Russell regularly that she could easily find a more gentlemanly man. Chase had been quite upset with her mother over that. God how dumb can you get, she sighed.
She groaned when she heard Russell yelling at her and then began banging at the locked back door. Chase had left the front door open for him and the outside light was on.
"Locking me out of my own home you bitch," he said slapping her across the mouth as she opened the door and he charged in.
"Humiliating me in front of my friends by having Katie get me chucked out of their home and her husband taking me car keys off me. You deserved to be whacked," he said.
Chase braced for another slap but he caught her by surprise and kneed her in the belly. She sank to the floor gasping for breath and in intense pain and was left lying there by her husband who went to bed.
Being only thirty-two and gym fit, Chase recovered quite quickly and made a mug of coffee and took it to the guest bedroom and locked the door.
Russell banged on the bedroom door in the morning and asked her to get up and get his breakfast.
"Get it yourself."
"Bitch."
And those few words were their last conversation.
Crossing the end of their street without halting at the stop sign, Russell drove straight in front of a loaded dump truck and his vehicle was partly flattened. He died at the scene, the truck driver suffering just a couple of bruises. The post-mortem established that the deceased had a blood alcohol count within the legal driving limit.
Chase had not wished her 40-year-old company accountant husband to die, and certainly not to die so horribly. But it saved her going through the trauma of divorce that she'd decided to initiate while drinking coffee late the previous night. She was now a wealthy widow or would be when the insurance monies and the payments from the firm where Russell had worked for the past twenty-six years, where in her bank account. She settled into being a grieving widow and reminded herself and talked about the good times she and Russell had enjoyed. There had been many although most occurred during their early years together.
The first romance (most other people would call it sex) that Chase had in months emerged after she engaged an investment consultant.
Pauline was a thoroughly charming and very beautiful redhead. On her second visit to Chase's home she'd accepted the late-afternoon invitation to stay on for a drink.
They exchanged personal information about themselves and Chase learned that Pauline was having a tough time with her husband.
"You mean he bullies you?"
"Well he's always done a bit of that but has never hit me. The problem is he has sex with other women, two of to my knowledge. I found him with one woman and the other woman, called me to apologize after she broke up with him. She wanted me to know what a nasty man he could be."
"My goodness. That would take some courage."
"Yes and I thought so too."
Chase and Pauline was sitting on the same sofa and Chase reached across and patted Pauline just above the knee and said supportively, "As I see it you have the choice of attempting to ignore it or confronting you husband about it."
"Yes I agree. Chase could you touch my leg again. It felt so delicious."
That ought to have warned Chase to back off but she was relaxed and in support mode and so she patted Pauline's thigh again.
"Oooh that's so lovely. Pull up my hem if you wish."
"Why?"
"To allow my to really feel the softness of your hand."
"But you are wearing stockings."
"They are thigh highs so move your hand higher up."
"Pauline I can't," Chase said, feeling embarrassed.
The consultant had trained to be persuasive to clients and to manipulate them if necessary.
"Is there something about me that scares you Chase?"
Chase was quite shocked. "No not at all."
"Then you won't mind if I kiss you?"
"You mean a sexy kiss?"
"What kind of kiss would you suggest Chase?"
"A... a friendship kiss."
"You mean like this," Pauline said. She moved over against Chase and placing an arm around Chase's shoulder drew Chase into her and kissed her lips softly and unhurriedly.
"How was that?" Pauline asked, pulling away but leaving her arm around Chase to control the limit of how far they could part. ""Now you kiss me."
Chase had thought that was a beautiful kiss. Now that she realized Pauline was up to she was not concerned. She'd had a couple of female liaisons at college and three years ago had taken part in a huge groupie at a party following the closing session of an all-female theater workshop where she'd been one of the presenters. Moreover Pauline already had her feeling sexy and her new friend was very attractive indeed.
One of the things Chase had liked about her relationship with Russell was it had been built around sex. She loved having sex and actually didn't mind if it became a little rough and the "I'm sated'' feeling as she staggered out to the bathroom ready for deep sleep after a pee and cleaning up had emerged as one of her great joys in life. But then as Russell had begun to allege she was infertile the clouds gathered over her joy.
To her astonishment Chase began picturing Pauline's inflated nipples and, oh, images of a swelling pussy began invading her mind and not without confusion. Sometimes it was a hairy vulva and sometimes a completely bald one and whether or not the images were of Pauline's vulva she had no idea but knew she was aroused and began to seriously think of working up to touch Pauline's pussy. She admired how adept Pauline was at seduction.
"Y-you mean touching b-bare thigh," Chase said, faking a stutter and swallowing hard to ensure her sofa companion noticed that=.
Oh my Pauline was good. She just smiled and brushed back Chase's blonde fringe and Chase did what was expected of her and lifted back the hem of Pauline's black skirt. The quality black stockings ended with pretty cerise lacy tops and the tan of the flesh just above that indicated that Pauline was no stranger to a sun bed or used artificial tanning methods.
Chase placed her hand softly on the upper thigh and just as she expected Pauline began stroking Chase's back and moaned a long oooooh and slowly parted her legs.
