"How long have you and your brother been lovers," Jenny asked Kelly as they drove toward Harriet's home.
"Let's see...it's been six glorious days now, but we've been in love with each other for ages."
Jenny laughed. "My, you are open-minded. You're into only the sixth day of the love affair of your life, and already you're willing to share."
Kelly blushed. "Well, a few things have happened."
"Whatever that means. I didn't mean to pry, Kelly, and I'm not being critical. Frankly, I agree with what you said about the more love you experience the larger your capacity for love, and I also believe a person can be in love with more than one person at the same time. But I have a problem with your willingness to share John with me using the theory as your rationale. John doesn't love me, and I don't love him. We don't know each other well enough to love each other, so how does your theory apply?"
Kelly grimaced. "I don't know. I guess it's the chicken and the egg syndrome. I know John is eminently loveable, and I know Mother loves you, and I trust her instincts, so you must be loveable, too. Let me explain. When I watched you and John interact with each other, jealousy hit me like a Mack truck, nearly knocked the miserly wind out of me." She chuckled. "I was green!"
"I didn't notice," Jenny said.
"You were too busy batting your gorgeous eyes at my man to notice anything once John walked in the door."
Jenny chuckled, but her expression looked guilty, like she'd been caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. "Probably, but if you were so jealous, what made you make the offer?"
"Mother dragged me from the room and verbally slapped me around a bit. What she said made sense. To be jealous is to be insecure; in my case the insecurity was neurotic." She laughed and turned to Jenny. "Jenny, I know John loves me. He loved me yesterday, and he'll love me tomorrow, even if he makes love with you in the interim. I know this is true. It's not a function of faith. It just is. So, if you want John, and he wants you, I'll share, and he'll love me more for sharing." She hesitated. "Besides, I want you, too." Kelly glanced furtively at Jenny, whose jaw dropped. Kelly chuckled. "You didn't think I'd let you take him to your bed, leaving me alone in mine, did you?"
Jenny stared straight ahead and remained silent.
"I shocked you, I guess. Sorry," Kelly muttered.
Jenny turned to her. "I've never been with another woman, Kelly. I've shared a boyfriend with another woman, but..."
"No problem. I assumed more than I should. If the thought of sex with another woman turns you off, I understand."
"Ah, I didn't say the thought turned me off. I said I've never been with another woman." Jenny hesitated and then smiled. "With you, I might...damn, let's ah..."
"Let's just wait and see. You'll be staying with Mom tonight, and tomorrow night you have a date with Bob. By the way, he's yummy."
"Yeah, he is, isn't he? Kelly, I'm going to be candid with you. I'm in serious need. It's been a while, and I'm ripe. If Bob wants me tomorrow night, I think he'll get lucky."
"Go for it, Girl!" Kelly exclaimed as she pulled into her mother's driveway. "As you've probably guessed, Mother knows about John and me, but Daddy doesn't. John and I will tell him when the time is right. Also, Dad doesn't know about the video on the Internet featuring his eldest daughter playing with herself, so he's also unaware of our plan to get even with Jim."
Jenny grinned. "Mums the word. No problem."
***
Paul Hunt invited Chuck and John into his office. Photographs lined the walls. He's pretty good, John thought. With John's training in the arts and as a fair amateur photographer himself, John recognized real talent when he saw it.
Fifteen minutes later, Hunt refused the assignment.
"This isn't my area of expertise, Chuck. I do still photography and couldn't guarantee good results with video. Besides, you'll be breaking a few laws - a situation I always avoid. Don't misunderstand. I think those cretins deserve what you plan for them, so I'll refer you to a man I know who does x-rated videos. For five hundred bucks, or maybe a little more, you'll get quality work, and he'll turn a blind eye to the less than legal elements in your plan." Paul chuckled as he flipped through his Rolodex. "Here he is." He jotted a name, address and phone number on a small piece of paper. "Tell him I referred you to him, or he might not talk to you."
Chuck pulled out his cell phone and made the call immediately. A few minutes later, Chuck smiled and gave John a thumb's up. "He'll see us now. Thanks a lot, Paul."
"Good luck," Hunt said as they exited his office.
Outside, Chuck said, "John, the photographer's address is close-by. Ride with me so we can talk. I'll drop you back at your car after we meet with him."
John agreed and climbed into the passenger seat of Chuck's Lexus. "Nice car," John commented.
"Thanks." Chuck backed out of the parking stall. "John, if this man agrees to be our photographer, what pieces of the plan are still open?"
"We still need a lure for Peter, and I haven't come up with an idea to lure both men the same night to the same hotel. In our original plan, Kelly was to call Jim and have him meet her at the bar in the hotel where we rented a room as the setting for the video. We planned that Kelly would pick a fight with Jim, stomp out of the bar, and leave Jim alone and vulnerable to Jennifer's charms. Then Jennifer would do her thing and a little later invite Jim up to her room. Even with another lure for Peter, we won't know his whereabouts to lure him to an adjoining room just before or just after Jennifer lures Jim."
"So besides a beautiful, young woman to lure Peter, we also need a method to make certain he's available to take our lure the same evening we take Jim. Correct?"
"Uh-huh. To accomplish this, Peter needs to be out and on the prowl, searching for the company of a woman - almost impossible to predict, so we need to make certain... Wait! If Peter's lure met him before the night of the shoot and made a date to meet him, the problem would be solved. The woman could call him and invite him to the room. Unfortunately with this approach, the risk to the lure is increased because she'd be exposed to Peter more than once, but the risk would be worth it so we could take them both down the same night."
"Ah, John, why can't Jennifer be the lure for both men? I mean..."
"Of course!" John exclaimed and struck his head with his palm. "I was stuck with the need for two lures, but under this scenario only one is needed! I'll talk with Jennifer today. If she's willing and the photographer we're meeting agrees, the plan can move forward with all the pieces in place - well almost. The drugs still need to be purchased. Supposedly, they're available on the street, but as a non-drug user, I don't have a clue about how to acquire them."
Chuck laughed. "I know a man who will do that chore for us. Leave the drugs to me."
"Great! How's Mary holding up? She didn't look very happy at Bob's office?"
Chuck groaned. "She was fine until I opened my big mouth. We had a fight just before we arrived. My first wife fucked around on me, John. She was - is a real slut. Mary and I were trying to come up with a name of a woman to act as the lure for Peter, and I suggested Barbara, my first wife. Well, that went over like a pregnant pole-vaulter.
"'So you think Barbara is drop-dead gorgeous, do you?' Mary remarked with a sneer, and I knew I was in trouble. Then, instead of shutting my trap, I told her my ex was good enough for the likes of Peter.
"'Yeah, like me - mediocre,' Mary said. 'She's good enough to play the part of a slut for the world to see.' Then Mary turned as sour as ten-day-old milk in the sun."
John chuckled. "Oh."
