Chance looked again at the cell phone in his hand. The number pad contained the number of the lawyer that Frank wanted his help destroying, or rather, if his dream or vision the prior day were accurate, would take his life during his act of helping Frank rape her.
The vision of his supposed daughter in the hallway mirror had been imperative in signifying the life altering decision inherent in one press of a button on his cell phone.
It dawned on Chance that Frank had, through the act of violating Talia earlier that day, become enamored of the thrill of sexually violating women. That realization brought with it a conflicting storm of thought and emotion such as he had never before experienced.
On the one hand, Chance had not ultimately given Frank permission to rape the woman who Frank tricked into marrying him. A better man would not have allowed Frank to do such a thing, even to somebody that he despised as he did Talia.
However tenuous a claim to Talia he had in the way of being husband, how would Chance have reacted if Talia had actually been a woman he cared for? All the thoughts suddenly storming about in his mind were beginning to create a headache.
His cell phone went dark. He unlocked it again and the dialer appeared. The rape target's phone number was in the dialer, cursor at the end and blinking, waiting for a press of the button to call her. Frank wanted Chance to make an appointment to see her on Wednesday at the end of the day.
Maybe he could set up the appointment and just not show up to assist Frank. He could at least prevent any chance of being gut shot and bleeding out on her office floor.
But then there would be a record of his calling. That would be incriminating; especially if the police decided to question him about calling her to set up the appointment. What would he be able to say to that line of questioning?
And if Frank lived after attempting to rape that lawyer, how would Frank implicate Chance when he didn't show up to assist in her rape? Would it come down to Frank's word against Chance and Chance's word against Frank? Both of them might probably be convicted of attempted rape. All the possibilities appeared to be getting more and more complicated.
The cell phone screen went dark again with Chance's indecision and expanding line of thought. The more Chance contemplated the possible repercussions of calling the rape target, the more it seemed like the only two options were to continue to go through with the rape attempt and hope like hell he might survive being gut shot, or telling Frank to fuck off.
He was beginning to resent Frank and his half-baked pre-pubescent plans of raping a woman who had a permit to carry a concealed weapon and if his dream was any indication, knew perfectly well how to use it.
As he stood in the hallway, Chance also began to contemplate telling Frank about his dream of how that attempted rape would turn out. He guessed that Frank would believe it was mumbo-jumbo nonsense and insist that Chance complete his supposed assignment.
According to Frank, she would definitely not be able to carry while she was in court that day. But what if she somehow managed to carry her handgun anyway? He personally would not leave a handgun in his vehicle while he was in a court, but she might.
Chance was starting to believe that Frank didn't give a shit what might happen. All Frank would be thinking about would be sticking his dick where it didn't belong, and to hell with the consequences if that were true, and Chance suspected it was true. And if that was true, the absolutely safest course of action would be to tell Frank to fuck off.
Frank was a vindictive bastard though. Chance thought Frank would find some way to mess him over if he didn't comply. But every way that Chance thought Frank might mess him over was starting to look preferential to being gut shot and bleeding out on in the office of a raped woman, even as he didn't think he would be able to explain his reservations to Frank.
Chance returned to the dining room and stared at the cum-stained folded paperwork on the dining table. After a minute, he picked up the paperwork and opened it. Talia had not signed it. He began to doubt that she ever would. He would not be able to extricate himself from their presumed marriage with ease. He wasn't sure, but it might be doubly hard if he followed through with his building inclination to fire his college buddy Frank as his lawyer.
Then again, Chance thought, maybe he could convince Talia to sign the papers if he talked with her in a reasonable conversation, and then he could bring them to another lawyer to finish filing for the divorce. He had been demanding and brusque up to this point. Maybe a softer approach was called for.
Chance unlocked his cell phone once again. He deleted the phone number for Frank's rape target. Instead, he punched in Frank's number and pressed the send button. Frank picked up the phone.
"All set? You made the appointment with Ms. Taft?"
"No Frank, I did not. You're fired."
"What the fuck Chance! You can't fire me like that bitch Talia! I know you and I know how to fuck you over. Have you forgotten that?"
"Do your worst Frank. It can't possibly be as bad as the shit storm you were about to bring down on me. Send me your last bill, and fuck off after that."
With satisfaction, Chance ended the call.
Talia walked into her Mama's house. A comfy inviting sense enveloped her. She paused and breathed in the smell of baking bread. Mama was baking again. It warmed her to her bones.
"Ah, Mama, that smells delicious!"
"Dcéra, darling daughter of mine, have you perhaps had a bit too much fun?"
"Heh, if being raped is fun, Mama, yeah, I've had a bit too much for the moment."
"Did you at least have orgasm Dcéra?"
"Don't be scandalous Mama!"
"There's no sex tension in you. You must have."
"Mama! You're so bad, stop that!"
"Like I told you earlier, take pleasure where you can Dcéra," her mother chided.
"Mama, I'm tired. I'm going to sleep here tonight if you don't mind. I don't think Frank will try to have any more fun with me tonight while you are around. By the way, I had closed the studio for a bit. Janice took a long vacation, but I'm going to open up again tomorrow. Some of our customers have missed you. Do you want to stop by for a while? They would love to have you do a reading again."
"Mrs. Dupree? Aye Dcéra, I'll be there."
"Thank you Mama. Sleep well."
∞
Chance woke early. Talia had not come in the previous evening, and he suspected he knew why she had not. So now he would need to find her.
It should be fairly easy to find Talia he thought. He knew her address from when he had brought her home after the dosing she received from his door knob surprise. If she wasn't there, she might be at the Fortune Teller studio. He knew where that was also. He decided to try her home first.
When he was a half block from her address, he saw Talia leave in her vehicle. She seemed to be heading in the general direction of her studio. He let her drive past the rental auto he was in. Then he turned the vehicle around and followed from a distance to find out if she really would go there.
When she park in the garage driveway behind the bungalow, he drove on past and parked in the street a couple of hundred feet away from the handful of parking spots in front of the studio. He wanted to avoid having the receptionist call the police. He waited in the auto until the shop light came on indicating that the studio was open for business.
Nobody had entered yet, but maybe she would allow him to say his piece before she might tell him to leave. He wasn't sure how he would respond if she did. He had a history of discombobulation with respect to Talia; of over-reactions; of miscalculations.
Chance resolved not to lose rational thought this morning. He left the rental car and walked to the front door. It opened with ease. The receptionist was behind the desk and she looked up and recognized him from his visit a few weeks ago.
"Mr. Callahan? Madame Talia is just getting set up for her first appointment. I can see if she will take a walk-in customer, if her scheduled client doesn't show up. Would you like that?"
Chance noticed the doorway between the reception area and the reading room only had a bead curtain separating the two rooms. He considered just walking through. He probably would have done so, but that would be no better than all the irrational actions that he had performed previously. Checking himself, he nodded curtly and said, "Do so, please?"
Janice got to her feet and walked to the beaded doorway. When she poked her head through the beads, she withdrew almost immediately. Talia parted the beads and stepped through. "I thought I heard you out here Chance."
Talia looked at Janice and waited as the receptionist was on the way back to her seat. When Janice turned, Talia smiled at her. "This is the news that I told you about on the phone."
She gestured at Chance and explained, "Chance and I were married Thursday afternoon. When I'm not with a customer, my husband is allowed to come on back, okay?"
"Wow, congratulations! When did you two get engaged? I didn't even know you guys were a thing!"
Talia gave a light half chuckle, "It kind of caught both of us by surprise. Didn't it Chance? Come on back," she beckoned with an unexpected welcoming gesture.
It felt wrong to Chance. It felt as if things were getting beyond control again; it threatened to derail his calm and rectitude. How was it so easy for her to do this to him? He balked, "Wait! All I need is for you to sign this document."
Talia stopped and turned back toward Chance. "It needs signing right now? I'm sure it can wait until this evening Chance. Come back around 4:30. If you can't get off work early, I'll wait for you here."
With apprehension carefully hidden, she promised she would wait. She couldn't be sure whether or not Frank would return with Chance to gang-rape her. But if Chance were around, perhaps Frank would show some sort of restraint. Oddly enough, for Talia, the calculus of being married to Chance made the prospect of a rough fucking much more pleasant than being raped by Frank again.
Talia figured that preparing for the meeting with lubrication would also help. Yes, lubrication, and perhaps edging throughout the day to keep up the sexual energy. Masturbation would help her keep herself on the edge of orgasm so that any penetration this evening would be welcome. She would masturbate between sessions, and greet her husband that evening. Her Mama would know and understand, but she would have to keep it from Janice.
