Thursday
Mary Wilson was sitting at her desk looking through her e-mails from yesterday. The morning had been unremarkable and there was really nothing pressing for her to do. Her cell phone rang. Not recognizing the number, she ignored the call. About five minutes later she got a text message from the same number. When she opened the text she found a picture. Although you couldn't see her face she recognized when and where it had been taken and who the hand belonged to that was resting comfortably on her ass. It wasn't her husband's.
Mary called the number. It was answered on the third ring.
"Hello Mary, I thought that might get your interest," said the unfamiliar male voice.
"Who is this?"
"Classified, sorry. Mary, have you ever heard the twelve year old rule?"
"Really, who is this?"
"Answer my question, Mary. Have you heard the twelve year old rule?"
"Yes, my husband's mentioned it several times."
"You broke the rule. Didn't you, Mary?"
"Tell me who this is or I'll hang up."
"Hang up then. I'll send you another picture and then we can talk." Mary cut off the call.
Almost immediately she got another text. In this photo the male's face was clearly visible as were both of his arms around her and both hands on her ass. She dialed the number again.
"I thought so."
"It was an innocent meeting."
"Innocent enough you don't mind me sharing those and the rest of my photos with your husband?"
"What do you want?"
"You broke the rule didn't you, Mary."
"Maybe stretched it a little but it was harmless."
"So it would be okay to let a twelve year old put his hands on your ass?"
"No. Okay, what do you want?"
"Mary, I know you haven't cheated. Yet, at least, but your buddy there is wanting you to and you have been considering it."
"That's not true."
"Mary, I have your meeting on tape. The entire conversation and the video."
Mary hesitated, "What do you want?"
"The big question is what do you want? Your husband of over twenty years or a one time fling with a known womanizer? What do you want Mary?"
"Tell me who you are."
"That's not going to happen. Hang up on me again and your husband gets all the photos and video. Your friend's wife gets a copy too. How do you think good old Art is going to feel about what he sees on that video?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I'm a friend."
"Friends don't blackmail each other."
"Wives don't plot affairs either, do they, Mary?"
"What do you want from me?"
"First of all, this potential affair is finished. And yes, that means cancelling your lunch with him today."
"He's a client. It's a business lunch."
"Not anymore he isn't. You're going to drop him and his business. You know what I'll do if you don't."
"Why are you doing this?"
"I already told you. I'm a friend."
"This is short notice to drop a client."
"Not that short. Shall I send the video to good old Art?"
"I want my husband left alone."
"Then you are going to have to follow my rules."
"What are your rules?"
"First, drop the client. Will you do that?"
"I will."
"Second, cancel the lunch and never meet with him again."
"I'll do that too. Is that it?"
"Oh Mary, we're just beginning."
"I'll do what you said. Let's just drop it now. You destroy the photos and videos."
"That would be far too easy. You could just start a new little meeting with someone else. We wouldn't want that to happen would we, Mary?"
"I won't do it again. It was innocent anyway."
"Art wouldn't see it that way."
Mary was quiet.
"Would he, Mary?"
"No."
"Mary, when was the last time you gave your husband a blow job?"
"That's none of your business."
"Valentine's Day this year. Almost six months ago."
"Oh, it couldn't...wait a minute. How could you know that?"
"I know everything about you and Art, Mary."
"Art must have told you."
"I've never spoken to Art about your sex life."
"Art and I are the only two people who would know that and I sure as hell didn't tell you."
"Obviously, someone besides you and Art know, Mary. I know."
"So what are you driving at?"
"I think your husband deserves a good blowjob."
"Fine, so give him one."
"I don't mess around with married men. You can blow him tonight."
"Listen, you aren't dictating my sex life to me."
"Oh, but I am. Test me."
"How?"
"Fail to give him a blowjob tonight and see who gets the videos in the morning."
"You're bluffing."
"I assure you, I'm not, Mary. I'll call you tomorrow."
The line went dead. Mary tried to call back but there was no answer. She considered her options. Not knowing who she was dealing with complicated things. She did a reverse number check on the internet and came up empty handed. Mary knew if Art saw the pictures or heard the conversation from yesterdays lunch he would divorce her. His rules on marital infidelity were very clear. She had crossed the twelve year old line even though she had never cheated on him. Mary told her secretary to call and cancel the lunch and advise the client to find a new realtor to work with. She was to tell him that she was just too busy to handle it.
A few minutes later the secretary came into her office.
"He wants to talk to you."