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."
