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So far: Mr. Marcus's wife, Harriett, arranged for a local girl, Inga, to perform a ministry once a week while she's away. Despite the fact that Inga's mother, Dr. Stephanie Crumholtz, demanded Mr. Marcus keep his hands off her daughter, he's had some very close calls, including a chemical shower in the nude. But the ministry was over, and Mr. Marcus could breathe a sigh of relief. No more Inga to tease or torture him with an unobtainable goal. In your dreams...
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Revenge of the Niece
The fireman dropped me off, still in the once-piece jumpsuit. Somewhere, my rolled-over coupe contaminated with biological waste was sitting, awaiting damage assessment. And lovely Inga's health was being verified by some lucky doctor who wasn't constrained in how and where he touched her. "Return the jumpsuit at your convenience," said the driver.
Harriett came shuffling in from the kitchen as I came through the front door. Her expression was the usual displeased.
"Where have you been?" she asked. "I told you to come straight back after dropping off Inga. I need to talk to you."
Harriett must have been blind. No 'Why are you wearing that?' No questions about me. Only her issue. "I ran off the road, wrecked the car, and got dunked in some hazardous waste. Thank you for asking."
Harriett paused for a moment before replying. "Just remember, if you have to replace that sports coupe of yours, no two seater. Now, come into the kitchen and sit down."
I was pissed at her lack of concern, plus her continued resistance to a two-seat sports car, but intrigued about the burning issue that had to take precedence over everything else. I pulled up a chair and crossed my legs. The jumpsuit material was stiff and scratchy. "So what's up?"
Harriett sat down, knees tight and leaned forward, as if about to spill a secret. "My boss touched me. Sexually." Her hand covered her mouth as the final word escaped her lips.
Her manager Ed touched Harriett? "I always knew that guy was no good. Ever since I caught you two hugging-" I stopped, deciding not to remind her of the episode where I fucked Ed's daughter Erica, with mutual consent of both Ed and Harriett. And of course Erica, who engineered the whole thing.
"As usual, you've got it all wrong." Harriett's face got redder. "Ed was transferred when the company got bought."
I didn't remember knowing that. My expression of cluelessness must have been evident. I got a diet soda from the fridge and sat back down.
"I told you before," Harriett lectured. "Chattanooga Consulting bought out my company. Ed was laid off. He moved his family down to Florida."
Not that I was anxious for a rematch, but Ed's relocation put Erica well beyond casual reach. "So who's your boss now?"
"Ryan Black."
I pulled the pop tab. "No problem. Just file a sexual harassment grievance with Personnel and they'll take care of the shmuck." The fizzy liquid was cold and soothing down my throat.
Harriett's voice went back to stealth volume. "Ryan doesn't have a - shmuck. Ryan is a woman."
Carbonation shot up my nose. I grabbed for a napkin to catch the wrong-way flow. Harriett's new boss, a woman, came on to her? "Damn!"
"Can't you drink soda without making a mess?" She returned to her topic. "Ryan fondled my breast in the elevator, and put her hand between my legs during a strategy session."
That was more action than I'd gotten from Harriett in years. "You can still file a grievance."
Harriett shook her head. "Ryan's been with the company forever. Maybe since the beginning. No one would ever take my word over hers. They only kept me because I've shown great results with my clients. The company is still downsizing. If I make a fuss, I'll be terminated. Ryan has power."
Harriet's salary was making a significant contribution to our retirement nest egg. We needed that money, since all of my schemes to cash in big had fallen apart. All sexual inventions. Definitely a pattern to my thought processes.
"Maybe you could talk with her," she said.
"Me?" What would I say? 'Harriett isn't sexual. Believe me, I know.'?
"Yes. Tell her I can't - I won't do those things. I barely -"
Harriett stopped. She barely what? We hadn't had sex in a long time. Years. Had she and Ed been doing things on their joint trips? I didn't want to know. Hell, I may have driven them together, after they urged, almost demanded, I fuck his daughter Erica.
Harriett continued, "Ryan and I are meeting clients in Nashville this weekend. Immediate family members have been invited for a stay-over. Please. Come down and have a word with Ryan."
I let my head hang, as if it was a difficult decision. Inside, I was composing my plea to Ryan. 'Harriett wants hands off, by men and women.' 'Don't waste your efforts on an ice cube.' 'Take it from me, there's no satisfaction to be had, so don't try.' "All right, if it means that much to you."
"Good." For the first time in a long time, Harriett smiled. "I'll make reservations for this Thursday, so you can sightsee."
I stood. Harriett jumped from her chair and made a move that looked like she was going to hug me. She froze in mid arm opening, turned and walked like a zombie from the room.
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The next day I was back at work. I used Harriett's SUV to drive in. There had been insufficient time for my insurance company to assess the damages on my coupe. I prayed that they'd call it totaled, because a car with that amount of damage is never the same after it's repaired. This I knew from experience. Twice.
I was halfway through my emails and my first cup of coffee when the phone rang. It was Mr. Tashun's secretary. Tashun was about three reporting levels above me. When he called, you wanted to be anywhere else. It was a command performance, in his office immediately. I put my suit jacket on and straightened my tie. The elevator made the trip seem like forever. His secretary motioned for me to go right in. Standing next to him was Reese, his niece. No, not again! The last time she visited the office, I assigned her filing, and before the day was over, I was filling her, between her legs.
"Marcus, you remember my niece Reese." Tashun moved around his desk and lowered himself into his custom leather executive chair.
"Of course. How are you?" She'd cut her hair shorter in a flip style. She was tan, accentuating her white smile. It might have been my imagination, but her breasts seemed larger in a ruffled white blouse, and her hips wider in a skirt no more than six inches long. Much more woman than a young lady. Had I been too obvious in my head-to-toe assessment?
"Fine, now that you're here." She smiled, and gave me a wink undetectable by her uncle.
"Marcus, Reese is going to take an intern position at the company. Her first assignment is in Sales."
