CHAPTER 3
SOUL MATES

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She screamed in pain as the open hand landed on her pretty face. SMACK!

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!! No Jack! Don't! Please don't!"

SMACK!

"Ahhhhhhh!!! No! Oh God, no! Please stop!"

SMACK!

"Ahhhhhhhahah!!!!! I'm, I'm, I'm sorry Jack, I'm sorry!"

"You fucking whore!!!!" he screamed again as he laid another blow across her now red face. SMACK!

Grabbing what clothes he could, the next-door neighbor scrambled from the room, knocking down one of the little girls who were screaming at the door, "Mommy, Mommy! Stop, Daddy, stop!"

Daddy didn't stop, not before he got in a few more blows. Then he stormed out of the house, smashing the furnishings as he went. Mother and daughters wailed in pain and fear.

The interview with Carson Realty went well. The owner, Kip Carson knew Greg's reputation. He respected Greg's dad as both a competitor and as his mentor.

"Joann's a fool to let you go just because some lazy busy bodies had their feathers ruffled. Still, I can see her point. Sex and the office just don't mix, causes too much of a problem. You want to do residential or commercial?"

"Commercial, but I need to stay in residential for a while until I close a deal."

"Have anything cooking?"

"Well," said Greg, "I've got the Conquest Group looking at the Palace Arms Apartments, no commitment yet, but..."

"That could be a big hit. Who brought Conquest to you?"

"An old friend of my dad's."

"Joann didn't give them to you? No? She is indeed a fool."

"Oh, and I've got a residential listing here. Wrote it up the day all hell broke loose, didn't have time to process it."

"I see. Aren't the seller's a little anxious with the delay?"

"Yes, I took the liberties and talked with them this morning. I drew up a new agreement, listing Carson Realty as the broker."

"Get a sign up today! See Jackie the office manager about a desk, business cards, etcetera. Another thing, get rid of that wreck you're driving. I'll arrange an auto lease for you. Go pick something out and drive it home; you pay for it of course. You need a cash advance or anything?"

Greg wished the offer had come before he had to sell the Mercedes. "No, I've got some cash and a place to sleep."

Greg got settled in and called his old office for messages and to let Joann know where they could contact him. He got some more good news; a contract had been placed on one of his listings located on Maple Street. The offer was low, but with a little dickering it might be made to fly.

Jackie the office manager came up to him. "I know you're just getting settled in, but one of our agents is sick. Could you show a few houses for her this afternoon?"

"I've got to get a decent car."

"Okay, go get one. The appointment is at 4:30 this afternoon. They want to see four-bedroom houses in the Del Mar area." Del Mar was a good bread and butter area for realtors. Lots of turn over, good schools, conveniently located with a wide range of floor plans and prices.

Heather emerged from her attorney's office still showing the signs of the beating she had received the week before from Jack, her now estranged husband. He was alleging adultery, but he really had no proof. She was alleging spousal abuse and battery and she had the police reports, medical reports, photographs and even a witness to her latest beating. There was also the medical report and photographs of the bruises to the head of little Cindy when she was pushed into the door jam that night.

It wasn't the first time it had happened. Both the adultery and the beatings had happened time and again over the past few years. Jack was a violent, jealous man. Enough was enough.

Neither of them could control themselves. She craved sex. She craved it ever since her cousin popped her cherry at thirteen. Sex, that Jack, for all his macho man crap, wasn't particularly interested in. True, she had two beautiful daughters by Jack, Cindy a four-year old with honey blonde hair and blue eyes like her momma, and Julie a three-year old with her father's dark brown hair and green eyes, but sex once every two weeks for five minutes wasn't very fulfilling. She wasn't going to miss him. She could support herself and her children quite well without him.

For all his good looks, Jack had proved to be an empty shell. Once she was pregnant, he lost all interest sexually in her. He was interested again after Cindy was born, but lost interest for good once she started to show with Julie. It was always a real mystery to her. Many guys found her very alluring pregnant, but not Jack.

She decided to go easy on him, not out of generosity, but cold calculated expediency. Sell the house and split it fifty-fifty. Same deal with the joint debts, and any other assets. She didn't want to take him for everything he had; she wanted him gone forever, the sooner the better.

Her deal was to get a quick divorce. If he left the state and never contacted her or the children ever again, she wouldn't seek child support. He could just go away and live somewhere else a free man. Jack was a junior banker officer, and it wouldn't be a problem for him to get job anywhere in the country. He hated Rockford, so just go. Just go and leave her alone, forever.

He wouldn't miss the kids. He only now grudgingly gave them ten minutes a week of his precious time, time better spent on the golf course, playing squash, playing pool, at the horse track, a baseball game, drinking beer with his buddies or whatever.

It could have been a lot worse. Instead of his open palm, he could have used a fist, or a belt and buckle, or a club of some sort. Thank god he'd never really beat her up. Still he was clearly dangerous and nothing would ever change that, not with him and not with her. She knew it would only get worse and that he would one day kill her. Ending it, and ending it quickly was the best thing. She would drop the felonious assault and injury to a child charges against him, they were weak and probably would be thrown out any way; still it was leverage for a quick settlement.

They would give Jack one week to consider her offer, after that she would seek to destroy him. Under the laws of the state, that was easily done, especially when both mother and child are injured during an assault. The courts really took a hard view against that.

She had moved to Masonville at the beginning of her senior year. They met in high school and eloped. She didn't get along with her parents and just wanted out. Thinking back on it, she couldn't believe how naive and stupid she was at seventeen. Despite her previous relationship with her parents, her parents supported them both while they both attended college. She got pregnant her junior year and the year after. The two girls were only eleven months apart. She dropped out of college to take care of the babies. Still she found time to get her real estate license and she started making money before Jack graduated.

It would be a few days before she could return to work as she was loath to display her bruises. She didn't want anyone to see them, not anyone. She planned to just stay home with her daughters and try to minimize Cindy's and Julie's trauma of seeing their father beating her mother.

Greg picked up the new Buick LeSabre after lunch. It was a real boat, roomy but so softly sprung that it felt like it was going to heal over and roll every time he took a hard turn. A Mercedes it wasn't. Then again it wasn't a smoking wreck either.

He delivered the Maple Street contract on his listing. He explained the offer and made a few suggestions as to a counter offer. The sellers said they would discuss it and that they would get back with him later this evening.

The afternoon appointment was really easy. The couple wanted to see three houses that Heather Moore had shown them the previous week. After touring the three houses, the couple talked among themselves. Greg was pleasantly surprised when they wanted to put a contract on the first house. They went back to the office and drew up a contract. The listing agent was with Kip Carson and that made it extremely easy to get things moving quickly.

Before leaving the office he found Heather Moore's home number and called. The answering machine picked up. "Uh, Heather," he began, "this is Greg Lockly. Give me call tomorrow at Carson Realty. Thanks."

Next day, counter offers were made and within two days both contracts had been accepted. Kip cornered Greg at the coffee pot.

"You don't waste any time do you?"

"Can't afford to."

"I like your attitude, son. I know your dad would be really proud of you."

Bagley of the Conquest Group called. He wanted to get together Thursday and cut a deal on the Palace Arms Apartments. Greg was on cloud nine.

He went 'home' a little early and found Doug and Donk banging a black girl. He'd never had sex with a Negro before, but wasted no time joining in. She started to protest, but when she saw the size of his dick she became quite willing. He just had time enough for a good quick fuck when Doug announced that he and Kanesha had to get to work. In five minutes they were up and gone.

Donk scurried around getting dressed. "Where're you headed to Donk?" Greg was hoping for an invite to tag along.

"Got a date with your old girl friend, Ginger."

Ginger! As pissed off as he was at her, he still missed her. She was young, sweet and she was pretty, and for a time she was his. He had enjoyed every minute he spent with her. Greg felt a flush of jealously.

Donk called from the other room, "You don't have a problem with that do you?"

Greg lied, "No, go ahead. Do what you want with her."

"I plan on doing just that."

Greg chugged his beer and got another one and slammed it down in three swigs. As good as his day had been, a blanket of misery descended over him. He looked at the two photos of Jarred he had gotten the day before. It was Wednesday and according to his lawyer, Jarred should be with him but Debbie was blocking that.

Debbie's lawyer contacted him and had arranged for him to get his personal effects the day before. He wasn't disappointed that she wasn't there, but he was hoping to see Jarred. He missed his little boy and he felt certain Jarred missed his daddy. He packed all the clothes and toiletries he could. The only objects he removed from the house where a photo of Jarred and a photo of Jarred, his father and him together by the pool. Before he left, he slipped the tape from the answering machine into his pocket, replacing it with a new tape. He was to get together with Harry DuBois tomorrow morning.

The lonely evening wore on. He wasn't drunk, but he felt bloated from all the beer he had consumed. "Screw this!" he shouted to the empty apartment. He got dressed and headed to the bar where Doug worked. At least they could chat while he got bombed.

He sat at the bar and waved to Doug at the other end of the bar placing drinks on the tray of the black girl who was at the apartment earlier. She beamed and waved to him. He waved back. After a few minutes she came by and flirted with him for a moment. As they bantered back and forth, Greg realized that he couldn't remember her name.

"I'm sorry, but I don't recall your name."

"Well, nobody introduced us Honey Pot, at least not a proper introduction," she complained with feigned indignity and a laugh.

"Is that important?"

"Hey, a girl's got a right to know who be making her next baby!" Greg nearly choked on his beer.

The black girl disappeared to wait on paying customers when Greg noticed that Reggie had come in and was talking to Doug. When she looked his way he waved to her to come join him. She sat down next to Greg.

"Well, hello lover," she purred with a sultry, 'come-fuck-me' voice. The softly flowing curls of her red hair spilled across her shoulders. She looked gorgeous wearing a green satin blouse with a deeply plunging neckline showing off her cleavage. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her 38C bosoms, taut and freckled, strained at the material. Her nipples were plainly outlined in the shining fabric. She wore low-slung black bellbottom slacks of a thin material that that snugly fit around her shapely ass and taut upper thighs.

"I had fun Sunday," she purred. "Did you?"

Greg reached down and adjusted his growing hard-on. "Does this tell you anything?" She smiled as he made his adjustment.

"Only that you didn't get enough Sunday."

"How right you are baby," he replied. "Say sugar, they'll be closing in an hour. How about if we go to Doug's to talk for a while? He'll be along shortly."

In reply she put her hand to his crotch and gently squeezed is rock hard dick. Then she got up and headed out the door.

Once at the apartment Greg was ready to get it on with this sexy and openly promiscuous woman but she became strangely evasive. On the one hand she was telling him how 'hungry her pussy was for his big cock'. On the other hand she kept moving away every time he tried to unbutton a button on her blouse and giggling or telling him 'let's wait for Doug' or 'you sure talk funny'. She was driving him crazy. He knew she would fuck him in a heartbeat but she was playing hard to get. At last he got the three buttons of her blouse open and was sucking tit when Doug walked in.

"God damn it Greg! Who the hell do you think you are?"

Greg was taken aback by Doug's rebuke. "I was trying to get a little before you got home."

"God damn! Let me set you straight on something pal. Reggie's not just any girl, she's my girl. She's my fianc‚e. We're getting married in few a months. I don't mind you fucking her when I'm around to enjoy the show, but don't ever fuck her behind my back. Understand?"

Greg really didn't understand. "I'm not sure where you're coming from Doug."

"We're getting married for Christ's sake, is that so hard to understand?"

"No, but Sunday..."

Doug face brightened with a smile, "Yeah, it was fun. Huh?"

"Yes, but..."

"You've got to understand this, were getting married because we love each other. We're willing to make a commitment to each other. Now we both like to have sex with different partners, and as a couple it's something we plan to do together often."

Greg still didn't get it. He was about to mention the black girl, but wisely he kept quiet.

"Okay Dimwit, I'll try again," said Doug slightly exasperated. "You want to fuck her? I know she wants to fuck you. I'm here now, so go ahead. Fuck her. I'll join you or watch. But if I'm not here Greg, for Christ's sake, show me some respect."

Reggie teasingly interjected "Now look what you did, Doug. He's all limp!"

A big grin spread across his face as he unbuckled his belt. "Come here Baby. He might be limp, but I'm not."

She got off the sofa and walked to her man. He turned her to face Greg and he pulled the open blouse from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Reaching around, he lewdly played with her luscious tits, squeezing her nipples, causing her to whence from the rough treatment. While his left hand continued to maul her left tit, with his right hand he unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks.

He tugged at her slacks, pulling them off her hips, and then with two hands he pulled them to her ankles. Her panties were still on and he hooked his fingers under the leg and waistband on each side and pulled outward until the panties ripped apart. Taking the torn panties, Doug put them to his nose and inhaled her fragrance. "Ah, you smell so sweet Baby." Then he discarded the ripped garment on the floor. Running his right hand between her legs, he made a great show of stroking and finger fucking her pussy. Meanwhile, with his free left hand, he shed all his clothes.

Licking her juices from his fingers, Doug hooked Reggie's ankle with his foot and spread her apart until her feet were separated about half a yard. Then he penetrated her from behind, fucking her pussy while they both stood. Greg had a clear view of Doug's now glistening cock shaft sliding in and out of her sopping snatch.

"Jesus Christ," Greg muttered as he continued to watch the wanton display, "Now I get it, I think." He stood and slowly removed his clothes. He wasn't limp anymore.

The next morning Greg struggled to get up. He only had but a few hours of sleep and he felt it. He got out of bed, leaving Reggie and Doug undisturbed. In thirty minutes he was on his way to see his lawyer dressed in his best business suit.

He delivered the answering machine tape as instructed and went over the facts again. On his way out, a young woman in the reception area caught his attention. She had shoulder length honey blonde hair and was dressed in a conservative knee length dress. Just enough leg was showing so that Greg knew she had great legs. Her ample bosoms made it plain that under the concealing dress was a dynamite body. Looking up from the papers she was reading, she made eye contact with her azure blue eyes and then returned to her reading. Greg then drove towards downtown to his next appointment with the Conquest Group.

"How are you doing today Heather?" Harry touched her face and looked closely. 'Such a pretty thing,' he thought to himself. 'Bet she looks great spread out.' "I'm glad to see the markings have cleared up."

"I have a lot of makeup on."

"Yes, but still, it's good that you weren't deeply bruised. Are you about to return to work?"

"Yeah, I can't afford sitting around just healing. I show a couple thirty, maybe forty houses over the past month, but never got them to make an offer. Monday I'm out, and they want to see three of the houses I had already shown them. I'm not available, so another agent takes them out for an hour and signs them up. Cost me half of my commission!"

"Half is better than nothing."

"I guess so, but it is frustrating."

Harry hated when a client started whining about money so he got down to business. "I talked with Jack's attorney yesterday, and generally outlined our plan. He wasn't too amenable at first to Jack leaving the state and never seeing his children again. He correctly pointed out that no judge in this state would do that. I pointed out that a Mexican judge would and it would be legally binding in the States. He still didn't seem to think it was fair, so I gave him the alternative, we crucify the bastard, and he runs the risk of an "Injury to a Child" conviction. He said that was bullshit, so I reminded him that Cindy's injuries were well documented. I reminded him that financially his client was getting a great deal as long as he went away for good. I told him to talk with his client and get back with me within five days or we would bury the bastard!"

"Okay. Now what?"

"Now what? I called my friend and colleague, Senor Fuentas in Monterrey this morning and told him to begin greasing the wheels of justice. Jack's attorney got back to me this morning. Jack said, 'Yes, and the sooner the better.' Plan on being in Mexico in about two weeks."

Heather let out a scream and jumped up and down hugging Harry by the neck. He nonchalantly hugged her back getting a feel of her firm buttocks.

Harry let her have her moment of joy over the good news. Then he continued, "Another thing, Jack isn't getting any part of the house. It's yours, equity and debt. You don't have to sell it."

Elated, Heather returned to her office to get back to work. Her absence had been costly. She was sitting at her desk trying to get organized when Jackie the office manager sat down to talk to her. She and Jackie had been close friends ever since she joined the firm. Jackie knew the real story behind Heather's recent illness.

"You feeling better dear?"

Heather beamed, "Jack's agreed! I'll be rid of him for good in a few weeks!"

"Oh, that's great news! That no good bastard is getting off too easy though."

"I just want him gone, forever."

"I know, but giving up child support. You didn't have to do that."

"He's as good as dead as far as the kids and I are concerned."

"If he were dead you would get Social Security Survivor Benefits."

"Screw the money. I'll do okay."

"Oh, speaking of money, I have some good news. For some reason, Greg Lockly is declining to accept any part of the commission on the Del Mar house. You get the full commission."

"You're kidding? Why did he do that?"

"I don't know. He has a mountain of problems of his own. Nasty divorce. Seems like a great guy to me. His wife must be a fool to throw away someone like him."

"Oh?"

"He's nice, he's good looking, he's generous, and he gets things done."

"I'll have to tell him thank you. I haven't even met the man. What is he? Fifty or something?"

"Heavens no! Twenty-five, twenty-six? Has a little boy, about six. Kid's picture is on his desk."

"Is he here now?"

Jackie winked at her, "No. But you could page him."

Greg was in the middle of his meeting with the principals of the Conquest Group when his pager began buzzing. He excused himself, called his service and got the number to call back. It was from the office. He returned to the discussion. The meeting broke up around five. He called the number and spoke to the receptionist.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Lockly, Heather wanted to talk to you. She's still here, let me put her on the line."

"Hello, this is Heather Moore."

Greg liked the silky melodic tone of her voice. "Heather, this is Greg Locky returning your call."

"Oh! Greg, I mean Mr. Locky, I..."

"Call me Greg."

"Yes, of course, Greg. I just wanted to thank you for your generosity."

"You're quite welcome."

"We haven't met yet and I don't mean to sound too forward, but I do want to thank you in person. Besides, I had some very good news this morning and I want to celebrate just a little before I have to pick up my girls. So if you're free, maybe we could get together for a drink, on me of course."

Greg thought a minute, 'Oh what the hell', as neither Doug nor Donk would be at the apartment pumping on yet another strange pussy. Doug would be bartending and Donk would be working late today at the athletic club. "Uh, sure. Thank you for the invite."

"Meet me at the 'La Playa' in say thirty minutes"

"Sure, I'll see you there. I'll be dressed in a gray suit."

"I'm dressed in a blue floral print dress."

The La Playa was a popular happy hour watering hole near the office. Greg sort of knew what she'd be wearing, but he really didn't have a clue as to what she really looked like, tall, short, fat, horse-faced or what. He decided it really didn't matter. He didn't have to give up his portion of the commission but after the ugly rumors of him stealing cold calls from his colleagues at Northside Realty, he figured this one time hit would put to rest those rumors that Debbie had maliciously started. He knew everyone at Carson's would hear about it. He'd never met this Heather Moore, so there couldn't be any sort of speculative gossip associated with his gesture. It cost him, but his reputation as a reliable, ethical associate would be instantly restored.

He walked into the La Playa and looked around. No one fit his mental perception as possibly being Heather Moore. He turned and nearly knocked her over. They instantly recognized each other from the law office earlier that morning.

"Oh, pardon me, miss" 'Damn, it's her,' he thought. "Heather?" He felt stupid and awkward for his clumsiness.

"I saw you today, at Harry DuBois office. You're Greg Locky?"

Greg laughed nervously, "Yes. Look, I'm sorry for being such a klutz."

She smiled, relishing his embarrassment. He was cute. "It's okay. Wasn't nearly as bad as the last time a guy knocked me around." Now she felt awkward, angry with herself for revealing such personal details.

They found a table and ordered drinks. Soon the conversation was flowing easily, all awkwardness forgotten. They found they had much in common, careers, kids, and bad marriages. Greg found her to be an engaging conversationalist. She was obviously well educated, sophisticated and a "proper" southern lady. He couldn't imagine anyone slapping around some one as pretty as Heather.

She found him irresistibly sexy with his deep blue eyes, a ruggedly handsome man who was confident in himself. He was obviously unselfish, a trait completely lacking in her husband. She thought to herself, 'That woman must be crazy throwing away a catch like this.'

"Harry must be your divorce attorney," she observed. "He's quite good."

"Are you getting divorced?"

"Yes. Son of a bitch slapped me around for the last time." "You said you received some good news today. News from Harry DuBois?"

"Yes. Jack, my soon-to-be ex, agreed to my terms for divorce. Harry say's it should be finalized in about two weeks."

"How'd he get on the court docket that fast?"

"Doing it in Mexico. It's perfectly legal and binding. Harry is just bypassing the slow wheels of our local courts."

"Hope he can get it done quickly for me. You know, my wife won't even let me see my boy. She's using him as a weapon against me. I'll have to get a court order just in order to see him a few hours."

They talked for an hour or so until Heather had to excuse herself to go home. On the way home she knew she would get to know this man very well. Normally she'd just hop right in bed with him, but she decided her best course of action was to take it slow. She didn't want to come across as the easy lay that she was.

As she pulled into her driveway, she saw that her neighbor, Pedro Martinez was home. She decided to ask Maria, her Mexican maid and baby sitter, to stay an extra hour or so while she went over and "talked" to Pedro. Pedro was a hot-blooded Latino, married and divorced several times. He'd moved last year into the rent house next-door and he had become a bit of an ever-ready stud for several ladies in the neighborhood.

It was immediately apparent as soon as she walked into the house that she wouldn't have to look far for Pedro as he had Maria bent over the arm of a sofa, dress up over her back, giving it to the maid. As soon as Heather walked into the den, Maria jumped up, pulling Pedro's brown cock from her snatch, patting her dress back into place. Pedro stood awkwardly, sheepishly grinning, pants down around his ankles, and with his stiff love rod jutting forward, glistening with moisture.

"Where are the girls, Maria, " she demanded.

Pedro interjected, "They're playing in their room."

"They shouldn't be seeing this sort of thing, they're much too young."

"Hey, it's okay Heather," said Pedro, "they didn't see anything. Besides it's nothing they hadn't seen us doing before."

She didn't mind Pedro and Maria having a little fun any more than she minded Pedro and Janet Mayer having a little fun or Pedro and Ronda Tindale having a little fun, or Pedro and Ronda's teenage daughter Kimberly having a little fun, it was just that she thought her girls were much too young to be exposed to sexual matters. Heather felt exasperated because Pedro was right, the little girls had seen them together on numerous occasions.

Heather didn't feel much like "talking" with Pedro anymore and she told Maria that she should go home now. As Pedro buckled his belt, he said, "Maria, go next door. We have unfinished business." Then turning to Heather he said, "I have some bad news Senoria, I'm being transferred to Atlanta in two weeks. Better get it while the getting's good." He winked at her and followed Maria out the door.