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TRUST COMES EASY part 2
By Rogue Writer

(FF, FFF, exhibitionism, toys, threesome, drugs, violence, death,
destruction of a high-grade printer)

AUTHOR NOTE:  If you like this hilariously grim little tale, read some
of my other equally uninspired fiction:

After the Party
Daphne's New Life
How I Spent My Summer Vacation by Carol Hitchcock
A Death, Baked Bob, and the Personal Ad
Screwing My Ex

They came out in that order, and according to one reader I got better
as I went along, so do yourself a favor and read them in order to avoid
getting disappointed by my early lack of skills.  Please send feedback
to roguewriter@hotmail.com.

DISCLAIMER: Pay attention!  This story is fiction and not meant to do
anything more than entertain, don't read this stuff with any
intention other than having a good time, don't take life too
seriously and don't swim after you've just eaten.  Isn't it
stupid that I have to write these warnings in case someone goes out and
does something bad because of what they read in my story?  What's
happened in our society to cause this?  I know, I know, lawsuit-happy
people and the lawyers who run commercials that inspire them.  Now you
have to put warning labels on everything.  And I understand that some
things need warning labels.  Hydrochloric acid - big warning label on
that one.  With letters four feet tall.  But I don't need a cup of
coffee with a warning label that says it's hot.  I know it's hot.
I wanted it hot!  Well, not that hot.  I take it light, actually.


II. It's All Downhill From Here

6.
Amanda was playing on the Internet.  She had told Kaye and Maggie she
needed to get some work done on her laptop, and that's why she
couldn't go food shopping with them.  What she really needed to do
was keep out of the public eye.  Sure, her face had changed and she had
good fake documents, but her fingerprints hadn't changed and if they
got arrested for any reason she was screwed.  This was the first time
she'd been on American soil in four years, ever since she boarded the
boat of that Gold woman.

Four years.  Four years on the run.  Four years of swindling people.
Of feasting at a fancy restaurant in the company of a mark one night
and eating a piece of bread all alone in some dingy apartment the next.
 Four years of looking over her shoulder, of getting nervous every time
she saw a cop, of fighting the urge to run down the fire escape every
time there was a knock at the door.  Four years of having sex with
people, some beautiful and some disgusting, but always because she
needed something from them.  That was the worst of it all - four
years of having no power.  In all that time, fear and helplessness and
desperation were all she'd known.  Sure, there were times she'd had
it good.  Eight months living in a villa with some rich count, but at
that point she was even less than the hired help.  She was just some
sex puppet.  The count had all the power, and he never let Amanda
forget it.

All these thoughts brought tears to Amanda's eyes.  If she had known
what these past four years would be like back when she had used the
knife on Dr. Sara Gold, she would have used it on herself instead.  But
not much longer now and she would have power.  As soon as Maggie and
Kaye left she checked to see if it was still there, and it was.  Her
power.  After four years it was still there.  Amanda could just take it
and leave like she had planned.  Yet something kept her there.

Not something.  Maggie.

An intelligent, resourceful, spitfire of a girl, one who'd had things
thrown at her in life which would have broken most people.  Maggie had
gotten past all that and conquered it.  And at one point Amanda had
her.  Maggie was her sex puppet, and a very special one.  It's easy
to have some bimbo or idiot on a leash, keeping them around as a toy.
Types like that deluded themselves into thinking sex gave them power,
right up to the moment they were replaced for someone younger and
hotter.

But Maggie was different.  Not so easily fooled, and never self
deluded.  Maggie could have real power if she wanted; she had the
focus, knew how to work for things and obviously had the ability to do
whatever it took to get there.  She just had no ambition.  Maggie was
content with her worker bee job and living in an apartment with an
oversexed schoolteacher.  Playing house when she could be playing
hardball.  To have someone with Maggie's potential as a toy, that
represented true power.  And that was something Amanda wanted.  There
was only one obstacle...all she had to do was take Kaye out of the way
and she was sure Maggie would break.  Just take Kaye out of the way...

No.  That was the Stupid Move, like her father taught her.  She'd
spend a few more hours here, enjoy fucking around with Maggie and her
bitch some more, and then she would leave.  That was the smart move.
Now if Maggie could just avoid doing anything stupid...


7.
"Kaye, listen, I know you're angry..."

We were sitting in the car, parked outside the supermarket.  But I'm
getting ahead of myself.  Half an hour earlier we were inside said
supermarket, where I was pushing a cart without watching where I was
going, my mind trying to figure out how to tell Kaye just enough truth
to get her on my bandwagon of throwing Amanda out on her ass.  At the
same time, I needed to keep her away from some other truth that would
make her throw my ass out just as quickly.  I didn't believe for one
second that Amanda was planning on leaving later that day like she'd
told us, and I feared that whatever reason she was here somehow put
Kaye and I in danger.

Kaye was two feet ahead of me, tossing whatever caught her eye in the
cart; blissfully ignorant of the huge weight my mind was trying to
softly drop on her.  I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't
notice Kaye had stopped and I bumped into her.

"Hey!"

"Sorry," I said.  "Next time put on your brake lights."

"Like this?"  She pulled up her short skirt and flashed me her
beautiful ass, complete with butterfly tattoo and the string from her
dental floss undies almost invisible between her cheeks.  I had
wondered why she put on a skirt this morning.  She usually went food
shopping in a T-shirt and jeans.

Kaye asked, "Does Amanda like sweet cereal or healthy wheat shit?"

"I don't know.  It's been four years."

She turned and stared at me like I just tried to change a color in the
spectrum.

"Healthy wheat shit."

She rolled her eyes and tossed a box of healthy wheat shit in the cart.
 I shook my head and mumbled, "No wonder you were tubby as a kid."

As we turned the corner into the next aisle Kaye let me pass and then
came up behind me.  Her hand slid under the back of my shirt and snaked
around my side, simultaneously pressing her body up against mine and
whispering into my ear.  "How hot was last night?"

"Pretty fucking hot."

Kaye's hand moved up to my breast.  I wasn't wearing a bra and I
shuddered as her fingers brushed lightly against the bottom of my bare
globe.  "Did you get turned on watching me with Amanda?"

"Yes," I had to admit as she started toying with my nipple.  My
eyes darted to the end of the empty aisle, where people faced away from
us at the checkout line.

Kaye said, "Because watching you with her drove me crazy.  And I mean
the really good kind of crazy."

She pinched my nipple and stuck her tongue in my ear.  I gasped as I
moved my hand under her skirt, pressing against the inside of her left
leg and slowly moving my way up.  When she moaned in my ear it sounded
like a bullhorn.  My fingers touched the material of her panties and
-

"Ahem."

We both half spun and saw an old woman standing there with her cart.
She had an annoyed look on her face.

I said, "Sorry."  We turned and made a beeline for the end of the
aisle.

We were in the frozen food section when I worked up enough courage to
ask, "So are you pissed at me?"

"Why would I be pissed at you?"

"You know, not telling you about my past."

Kaye shrugged.  Without looking at me she said, "I'm not thrilled
about it," she paused, "but I understand."

Despite her words I could tell it was really bothering her, and that
meant she was lying to me.  Even if it was a little one, even if it was
to protect my feelings or just to avoid getting into an argument, this
was the first time I knew Kaye wasn't being straight with me.  It
hurt, and then it hurt even more because I thought about how she must
have felt last night, and how she was probably going to feel when I
dropped the next bomb on her.

We'd just finished loading the groceries in the car when I realized
it was now or never.  I kept trying to think of the exact words to use,
how to say it so it wouldn't sound as bad as it was.

When we got in I was on the driver's side, Kaye was in the passenger
seat.  I put the keys in the ignition, then stopped and pulled my hand
away.  Turned and looked at her.  She looked at me.  I opened my mouth
to speak.

Before I got out the first sound she was kissing me.

I wasn't going to argue.  Luckily we had parked on the side of the
supermarket, in a lot that wasn't used as much.  It's always
awkward having sex in a car, and ours was meant for the rule rather
than the exception.  There was no way anyone's mouth was going to
anyone else's puss.  But Kaye opened the button and zipper of my
cargo pants and slid her hand inside, rubbing her fingers over my
shaved mound.  With her other hand she pulled up my Goldfinger T-shirt
and exposed my breasts.  I had a few other tattoos and piercings Robert
Hanson didn't know about but would probably still hate, like the
tattoo of a ring of thorns around my bellybutton, or the silver rings
in both my nipples.  Kaye starting licking around the globe of my right
breast, slowly working her way towards the center where her tongue
played with my nipple ring.  She sucked in my nipple, ring and all, and
the feeling was beautifully intense.

"Oh Pookie," I called out.  "Oh baby."

I, meanwhile, slid my hand up and down her bare legs to start getting
her worked up.  Kaye finished playing with my breast and started
kissing me again.  Down below, her fingers slid into my lips and found
them soaking wet.  Her fingers gave me such pleasure, sliding all over
the sensitive skin, each movement causing a jolt of pleasure through my
body.  She found my clit ring and tugged on it, causing me to break the
kiss and yell out a sharp cry.

"I want you in me," she breathed.  I brought my hand between her
legs and pulled her pelvic dental floss out of the way.  She spread her
legs and I pressed the palm of my hand against her cunt, and she
responded by pressing back against my hand.  My fingers slid into her
folds, and then came to her clit, where the tips of my digits started
rubbing fiercely.

Kaye brought her fingers to my slit and worked them inside of me.
"Let's come together," I said, and slowly slid my fingers inside
of her.  We began to pump each other while our thumbs worked our clits.

"Oh!" Kaye exclaimed when I hit her clit just right.  "Right
there!"

I continued to work that spot as I stared into her eyes.  Kaye stared
back, her mouth hanging open as each breath became labored.  We handled
each other the same way I handle my violin, with the knowing touch of
someone who has practiced for years.  Kaye and I spent lots of time
practicing.  Our breathing was getting loud, pierced by grunts and
groans that marked when we touched a spot just right, hitting a sweet
note that caused both of us pleasure.

"Harder," she cried.  I pushed a little more with each thrust,
watching as her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth hung open, eliciting
the cries of pleasure.  My fingers moved in and out of her smooth
walls, lubricated by the secretions I'd caused.  Suddenly I felt the
wave building and my eyes closed tight, I gritted my teeth and heard my
breath whistle between them.

"Faster!" I called.  Kaye complied and her fingers picked up the
pace that my body called for.  I felt the electricity flowing within
me, that pulse of natural excitement nothing else compares to.

Kaye yelled, "Harder!"  At this point I lost all concern about
hurting her and pounded away.

"Ah!  Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" was all Kaye could say after that.

She went first, shaking so hard she accidentally popped me in the chin
with her shoulder.

"Sorry!" she said.  I told her that's okay and not to stop.  It
wasn't much longer before I felt the crest of the wave break and wash
down pleasure all over me.  We sat there breathing heavily, our faces
up against one another as much for support as for cuddling.  Then we
kissed.

"That was great," I said.

"Yeah, intense."

We put ourselves back together and then shared a cigarette.

"I was thinking," Kaye said.

"Is that what I smelled?"

"Shut up.  I was thinking we should invite Amanda to the party
tonight.  Maybe that way she'd stay afterwards and we could have some
more fun."  Kaye gave a wide smile, the
I-really-want-this-so-don't-turn-me-down smile.

"Um, you think we should?  She's probably got to get going.  Back
to work and all."

"Really?  She told me she's on vacation.  Kind of just going around
seeing people she hasn't seen in a while.  No real plans, just
dropping in, that way it's not 'We'll try to get together next
month.'  She can probably stay as long as she wants.  And that's
why I was thinking...if we get her to stay another night, maybe we
could get another girl involved and make it a foursome!  Wouldn't
that be great?"

Suddenly I realized there was no way of saying what I needed to without
making Kaye angry with me.  I just had to say it and get it over with.
And hope that I didn't just experience the last time I'd ever make
love to her.

Kaye was still engrossed in thoughts of an orgy.  "How many people do
you think we can fit in our shower?"

"Amanda's a wanted woman."

Kaye smiled.  "Yeah, and after last night I can see why."

"No, Kaye.  She's a wanted woman."

Kaye is no idiot.  I just caught her off guard.  Her smile slowly
dropped as her mind took in my words.  Then in a slow, measured tone,
she said, "You mean by the police, don't you?"

I nodded.  "And the FBI."

Her mouth hung open and her eyes slowly drifted away from me, off
somewhere to my right.  I had a natural urge to keep talking, to break
the silence, to prompt her to say something so I had a gauge as to how
much trouble I was in.  But my instincts told me to keep my mouth shut.
 The less I said, the less chance of saying more than I wanted to.

Finally her eyes came back to me, and when they did it felt like razors
were going right through me.  "When exactly were you going to tell me
about this?"

"I'm telling you now."

She nodded.  "And not last night, as soon as you saw who it was."

"I was caught off guard.  She was the last person I expected to see.
Hell, I thought she'd never set foot in this country again.  Word was
she'd gone to Mexico."

Kaye looked down and nodded silently.  Then she was quiet.  Panic
started sweeping through me more than if she had been screaming.

Finally Kaye asked, "What did she do, exactly?"

"It's kind of complicated."

Kaye turned to me.  "Complicated like a fugitive criminal hanging out
in our apartment?"

"I didn't mean I wasn't going to explain it, I just wanted to
warn you."

"Consider me warned.  Now explain it."

I took a breath.  This was the part where I had to be careful.  "Just
let me start from the beginning.  When I met Amanda I was in my third
year of school.  She was working as a trader at some huge firm on Wall
Street, and after I graduated she asked me to move in with her.  After
what happened with my folks I wasn't very into trusting people.  But
I had feelings for her.  Finally I figured I needed to take the chance,
nothing risked nothing lost and all that, so I said yes."

"And it was good for the most part.  Sometimes she'd come home and
want us to go out to the clubs when I had all this homework, but living
in one place meant getting to spend more time together since one of us
didn't have to hoof it across town.  Then a few months later she
started acting...strange.  Sometimes she was excited like a kid on
Christmas morning, smiling and getting giddy over the smallest things.
We'd go out and she'd buy drinks for everyone we were hanging out
with, like she had something to celebrate.  Other times she seemed
nervous or scared, paranoid too.  Someone would knock on the door of
the apartment and she'd make me answer it while she stayed in the
kitchen.  Later it occurred to me that the kitchen window led to the
fire escape."

I looked at Kaye.  Her eyes were staring at me intently.  "Amanda was
that way for about two weeks.  Then one day I came home and the door
was open, and there were a couple of police officers and a bunch of
guys in suits going through everything in the apartment.  They were
from the SEC.  That's the Securities and Exchange Commis-"

Kaye held up her hand to stop me.  "I know who they are, thank
you."

I swallowed.  "They asked me to go with them to the police station.
I spent ten hours in an interrogation room answering questions.  One
question they kept coming back to was if I knew where Amanda was.  I
told them she left for work that morning and I hadn't seen her since,
but I think it took a while before they believed me.  Then they
explained that there was an arrest warrant for her.  Apparently..." I
shrugged.  "I don't know exactly how it worked.  You know me and
finance."

"Yeah, you think the record keeping part of a checkbook is a place to
doodle.  So tell me already, what did she do?"

"Amanda and two others she worked with, this guy and this girl, stole
money from their clients."

Kaye snorted.  "That's real original."

I shook my head.  "That's not all of it.  They stole the money in
order to finance an insider trading deal.  The girl's dad worked for
some pharmaceutical company and he knew about this upcoming merger that
meant big money for anyone holding stock in the company.  Amanda and
the others invested two hundred thousand and walked away with two
million."

Kaye sat back.  "Holy shit, I remember that one.  It was on the news.
 Didn't the other two get caught?  Then the guy committed suicide,
right?"

I nodded.  "Just before the trial.  And the girl got sentenced to
something crazy like fifteen years.  I remember thinking that I'd
heard of murderers getting less time."

"Makes for an important lesson.  Don't fuck with the rich and their
money."

I grunted.  "Anyway, it took some time to convince the cops I
didn't know anything about it.  They let me go, but for the next few
months I could swear they were following me.  And every couple of weeks
they would stop by, checking up, asking if I'd heard from Amanda.
Even after I moved to Jersey."  I shook my head.  "In fact, the
last time they stopped by was only two months before we started
dating."

She didn't respond to that, so I didn't say anything more.  Just
gave her time to digest.  Which gave me time to realize that
tomorrow's marriage proposal would have to be put off for a while, at
least until I got her to trust me again.  Maybe a couple of weeks, or
was that too hopeful?  Maybe I should just tell her what I was
planning.

"Kaye, listen, I know you're angry..."

Kaye shook her head.  "Maggie, I can't have this get public.  I'm
a fucking schoolteacher.  Never mind the lesbian thing, if I get
connected with a wanted felon..."

"I know."

"We have to tell her to leave."

I sighed.  "I know.  But I have to warn you, she's dangerous.  Last
night I slipped out of bed to go through her bag, try and see what
she's up to, and she caught me."

Kaye's face went from anger to concern.

"Nothing happened, but...she's changed Kaye.  We need to be careful
when we go back."

"Should we get a weapon?" Kaye asked.  I stared at her.  She rolled
her eyes.  "Just to threaten with.  You know how I feel about
violence."

I reached into my jacket and took out a folding knife.  It was a
one-handed open, so when my finger touched the latch it sprang to full
length.  Kaye jumped.  She stared at the three inches of the gleaming
blade.  "Where the fuck did you get that?"

I looked at her.  "A little leftover from my days on the road."

"Jesus Christ," she said.  "I'm dating fucking Xena."


8.
When we got back to the apartment and Amanda was on the couch, reading
one of the Roman history books.  She got up and helped us put away the
groceries.  I made small talk with her while Kaye gave her total
concentration to what she was doing.  She didn't even look at Amanda
once.  Amanda's face gave no indication of whether or not she noticed
the elephant in the room, or if it even bothered her.

I spent the entire time feeling every muscle in my body tighten, and
each breath I took felt labored and strained.  The knife sat in the
pocket of my cargo pants, where I could feel the weight of it when I
turned a certain way.  It gave me comfort and made me nervous at the
same time.  And there was more than just the physical danger, there was
the very real possibility that Amanda would follow through on her
threat from last night by telling Kaye things I didn't want her to
know, things that would put my marriage proposal off indefinitely.

When we were done the three of us walked back into the living room and
Amanda said to Kaye, "She told you, didn't she?"

Kaye finally looked at Amanda.  "Yes, she did.  So I hope you don't
think it rude of me to ask you to get the hell out of my place."

Amanda nodded.  "That's fine, I understand."

She went over to her bag and started packing.  I was amazed she was
going so easily, without putting up a big fight.  The look on Kaye's
face said she was amazed too.  "Can we...help you with anything?"

"No thanks," Amanda said.  "I'm used to clearing out fast.
Life of a fugitive and all."

Within a minute she was packed and ready.  Amanda stopped in front of
us and said, "Sorry if I caused you any trouble," then headed to
the door.  I looked at Kaye and she shrugged.  We turned and watched
Amanda go.  The second her hand touched the doorknob I breathed a
silent sigh of relief.   Amanda stopped, almost like she had heard the
sigh, like that was what she had been waiting for.

And that's when I knew I was fucked.

Amanda said, "Maggie said she told you everything."  She turned to
Kaye.  "But are you sure she told you 'everything'?"

"I..." Kaye started, and then stopped.  I saw something in her eyes
that scared me.  With all the crazy shit that ended up coming down that
day, nothing shook me more than what I saw in her eyes.  I saw doubt.

Amanda took a few steps towards us.  "For instance, did she tell you
how we met?"  She stared at Kaye.  "Hmm, I guess she didn't."

Suddenly I realized my hand was in my pocket, gripping the knife.  I
wasn't sure exactly when I put it in there.  Normally I'm not a
violent person, but it seemed Amanda brought out the worst in me.  A
decent amount of willpower was needed to make my hand let go of it.
Instead I said, "Amanda, don't.  Just leave.  Please."

Amanda looked carefree about the fact that she was about to destroy my
life.  "And not tell your girlfriend the truth?  Is your relationship
not based on honesty?"

I looked at Kaye, and could see there was something else along with the
doubt in her eyes.  There was fear.

Amanda turned to Kaye.  "Let me tell you a little story.  I'm sure
Maggie explained that I used to work on Wall Street.  It's no picnic,
especially when you're at the bottom.  Right out of college and I'm
working eighty-hour weeks, which doesn't leave much time to go to a
bar or a club and find a mate.  Hell, I usually didn't have time to
shop for food.  So one night I'm flipping the yellow pages for this
Ethiopian place someone told me about.  I couldn't find it under
restaurants, so I just looked for Ethiopian.  And that's when I came
across another ad.  Escort services.  I figure, fuck, why not.  I order
take-out food, why not order take-out sex?  So I call them up, and let
me tell you, it was great.  Sometimes a guy, sometimes a girl,
sometimes both.  Blonde, redhead, black, Hispanic, Asian...I tried all
thirty one flavors."

Amanda walked over and stood behind me.  "And when I got bored with
everyone at the first agency, I called a different one.  I was in the
mood for a girl that time.  And lo and behold, who shows up at my
door..."

My eyes were on the floor.  I couldn't stand the thought of looking
up at Kaye.  Amanda's hand touched my shoulder and I shrugged it off.
 "...but this stunning nineteen year-old."  Amanda started to
really get into it, letting her tone convey dramatic effect.  "I was
captivated.  Not just by her beauty, for there were more beautiful, and
not just for her brains, because there are far more college students
hooking than you'd think."  She took in a deep breath and let it
out with a loud sigh.  "It was her fire.  I could sense it just by
the way she stood there, all nervous energy, and the way she made
love...it was obvious that she was different.  So I started ordering
her all the time.  Like a favorite dish."

I managed to get my head up enough to steal a glance at Kaye, and it
was even worse than I feared.  The disappointment in her look made me
catch my breath.  I could feel the tears roll down my cheeks.  Right
then I just wanted to melt into the floor.

And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, Amanda delivered
her last blow.  "She's damaged goods Kaye.  How do you like her
now?"

By the time Kaye turned her stare from me to Amanda, the look on her
face changed from disappointment to anger of the fire-breathing
variety.  "That's between me and her.  It doesn't change the fact
that you're about to leave."

Amanda smiled.  "Oh, I think otherwise.  You see, I have some
business here for the next few days and I could use a place to stay."

"Find a hotel."

Amanda made a face.  "Well, I suppose I could, but I like the sex
here better, so I think I'll stay."

Kaye took three strides to the coffee table and picked up the phone.
"Then I'll have to call the police."

"Wouldn't do that if I were you, unless you're interested in
losing your job."

"You've got no control over that, bitch."

Amanda shook her head.  "I knew you weren't that bright.  Think
about the press this will get, 'Fugitive caught after four years,
right back on US soil.'  'Caught in ex-girlfriend's apartment
with her new lover, a teacher of young children.'

Kaye started to dial.  "And then we did the right thing and called
the cops.  They find out I'm a dyke and fire me...I hire a lawyer and
they get a wrongful termination suit.  You end up in jail where you
belong.  Everyone walks away unhappy.  That's life."

I thought Kaye had her.  I thought Amanda was going to grab her things
and run to the door.  But my ex-girlfriend just gave a big, wide smile.
 "And then there's the videotape."

I could hear the emergency operator come on the line.  Kaye stood
there, frozen, staring at Amanda, who added, "Imagine it getting to
the press.  You having sex with said fugitive...you smoking pot with
said fugitive.  It'll be on the Internet by the end of the day.
Don't just say goodbye to your job, say goodbye to your career."

Kaye stood there, with the emergency operator asking if anyone is on
the line.  Finally Kaye said, "Sorry, I misdialed," and hung up the
phone.


9.
We were in the bedroom.  Amanda had left us alone, because she wanted
to give us some time "in case we wanted to go at it".  I don't
think she meant sex.

Kaye was just staring at the door, and had been doing so for a good ten
minutes.  Finally I worked up the courage to say something.  "Kaye,
please believe me, I wanted to tell you the truth since two weeks after
we met.  That's when I realized I wanted to be with you the rest of
my life.  I just..."

She held up her hand without looking at me.  "Stop!  Just stop."
Kaye continued to stare at the door as she spoke.  "So, you were a
hooker.  Okay.  I get that."

Suddenly I realized Kaye was freaking out.  I'd only seen it once
before, when her mom was in the hospital and Kaye talked about every
fact like it needed to be verified.  This wasn't going to be fun.

"So," she said, her voice a little too loud for what she was
saying, "you slept with lots of people."  Suddenly she turned to me
and there was shock in her eyes.  "Men?  Did you sleep with men
too?"

"No Kaye," I said in a calm, even voice.  "I told you I've
never been with a man in my life."

"And you're not just saying that because you already told me you
didn't?"

"No.  I didn't lie to you when I first said it and I'm not lying
now.  So calm the hell down."

"Calm down!  How the fuck am I supposed to calm down?  You were a
fucking hooker!"

"And I was in a bad situation."

"I thought you had scholarships!"

"I did," I said.  "But one of them dried up, or went broke, or
whatever happens when they run out of money.  Either way, I was halfway
through school and I couldn't pay for the next semester.  What was I
supposed to do?"

"Not sell your body for money, that's one.  Why not leave school
for a while, work until you get enough money to go back?"

"There were lots of reasons."

"Like?"  She had switched from freaking out to anger.  But it was a
stern anger, something I'd never seen in her before.  Suddenly I
realized this is the side the students who give her shit must see.

"Like I was afraid I wouldn't go back for some reason, or that I
wouldn't be able to earn enough money.  For Christ sake it was an Ivy
League school, that's twenty thousand a year!"

"So instead you went for the easy solution."

"Easy?  You think it was easy for me?"

"Yes, easy."

"You are such a hypocrite."

"What?"

I pointed my finger at her.  "You are the biggest slut I know.
Anywhere and everywhere you want to have sex.  Bars, bathrooms,
airports, your fucking parents house during Christmas dinner!  And you
want to have threesomes and who knows what next."

"It's not about the sex, Mags.  You sold your body for money.  You
worked for an industry that exploits women."

I smiled.  "Oh, so that's it.  The Women's Studies minor you took
finally kicking in?"

"Fuck you!"

"Fine, but first you listen.  I wasn't some streetwalker with a
pimp who beat me up for half my take.  I was a freelance operator in
the only business where I could make the kind of money I needed."

"Oh please!"

"No, it's the truth.  And I wasn't alone.  I met plenty, plenty
of women and men using it to pay their way through college, to better
themselves.  Even if I quit school and worked three jobs it'd have
taken me ten years to work up enough money.  I wasn't trained in
anything other than being a waitress.  And not all of us grew up with
rich parents from Connecticut."

That hit her.  She became silent, but her face was still seething
anger.  I wanted to turn this all around, to get her to understand my
side of things.  I've feared this day for some time now, and what I
told Kaye about wanting to come clean early in our relationship was
true.  Sure, there was the fear of being out with Kaye and running into
an old co-worker, or even worse an old client, but mostly it had to do
with my upbringing.  I don't like lying, despite the fact that I'm
obviously good at it.  I wanted to counter that, to be up front with
her, to be completely open and honest.

But there was another part of me, one that had wanted to see if I could
go the rest of my life without telling anyone about escorting.  Because
despite the fact that it paid my way through college, and that it's
such a large industry because people from all walks of life hire
escorts, there is also a huge stigmatism attached to hooking in our
society.  I've kept in contact with a few of the men and women I'd
worked with, and while many of them are now married or in a committed
relationship, very few of them tell their partners, and the ones who
have, ended up regretting it.  One girl I worked with was married to a
great guy who promptly left her when she decided to be 'open and
honest' with him about her past.  Another one was a guy who told his
partner, and while the partner didn't leave him there's been
obvious tension in their relationship ever since.  Another guy told his
wife and she took their kids and left for six months before he
convinced her to come back.  Honesty is great and all, but it comes at
a price.

I decided to calm down and try to talk to her again.  "Listen Kaye,
I'm sorry."

"Sorry.  Hmm.  That's interesting.  Are you sorry for lying to me
or sorry I found out?"

And suddenly calm was out the window.  It was all too much, and it had
happened too fast.  Twenty-four hours ago I was as happy as I'd ever
been.  I had the girl, I had the job, and I had a roof over my head.
Now all of it was slipping from my grasp.  And then a terrible thought
entered my head.  What if they were right?  My parents, my friends, the
kids at school, Robert Hanson, everyone who ever said my life was going
to go down the tubes.  It was happening just like they said.  At that
moment something snapped in my brain, and I lost it.  I started
screaming at Kaye.

"What the fuck do you expect of me, huh!  Should I have told you on
our first date?  Our second?  When's a good time to bring up the fact
that I had sex for money?  Or that I dated a wanted felon?  Or tell you
some sob story about how my parents threw me out easier than they
tossed out trash?  What's the common timing on that one?  I'd like
to know Kaye, because obviously I blew it!  I blew it because I wanted
you to stay!  I didn't want to drive you off with all the shit I was
trying to leave behind!  So I guess that makes me a selfish bitch!"

The door opened and Amanda stood there looking at us.  "You two
really should learn to get along better."  She walked over to the
side of the bed.  "Maybe you need some help.  Both of you, strip.
Now."

Amanda started taking off her clothes.  Kaye and I just stood there,
staring at her.  She stopped and looked at us.  "Do it now or I'll
leave and drop the videotape in the mail.  The envelope is already
addressed.  Principal Larry Woods.  It was in your little book in the
phone table."

Kaye looked at me and I could see the seething anger in her face again.
 I'm sure part of it was because of Amanda, but I couldn't help
thinking that part of it was for me.  We started taking off our clothes
while Amanda climbed on the bed and lay down right in the middle.
"Now, Maggie, why don't you climb up onto the dresser over there.
On your knees, where you belong.  Kaye, you climb on top of me here."

Kaye hesitated.  Then she looked at me, turned and climbed on top of
Amanda.

"I won't ask you to kiss me, that'd be a little too much,
wouldn't it?"  Amanda smiled at her.  "Why don't you give my
boobs a little loving?"

I couldn't see Kaye's face, but I had an idea what it looked like.
Not happy.  She tilted her head down and started with Amanda's right
nipple.  Amanda put her hand on Kaye's head and stroked her fingers
in my girlfriend's hair.  "Mmm.  You do have a talented tongue."
Amanda looked up at me.  "Put on a show, like you used to.  Remember
how I like it?"

I bit my lip to keep from saying something I shouldn't.  Then I
started rubbing my hands all over myself, slowly.  Over my chest, down
to my breasts, over my nipples, down to my stomach and then over to my
hips where I shook them a little, back and forth.  Then I split them up
and sent my left hand back up to my breast while my right one went down
to my pussy.

Kaye had already switched to Amanda's other nipple.  My ex-girlfriend
exhaled sharply as my current girlfriend sucked hard.  Amanda stared
straight at me, her eyes locked on mine, as she said to Kaye, "Go
down on me."

Kaye brought her head up for a moment and then moved her body down
between Amanda's legs.  My hand was between my legs now, with two
fingers moving back and forth on my lips.  My other hand was pinching
my nipple.

An annoyed look crossed Amanda's face.  "Come on now Maggie.  At
least look like you're enjoying it."

I sighed and put on a fake smile.  It had been a long time since I had
to work at looking like I was getting into it.  Escorting only took up
two years of my life, but within a few months I'd burned out a bit on
sex.  There were a few clients that I had such a genuine passion with
that I never had to fake it, but after a while it became a job like any
other.  Sometimes it was more work to act like I was into it than it
was to actually have sex.

I moaned and moved like I was turned on, but my mind was elsewhere.  I
realized I needed to come up with a plan.  A way to get rid of Amanda
without having Kaye's career ruined.  I needed to find that tape.
Find the tape and we're right back where Kaye said, calling the
police.  But wouldn't that still be bad for Kaye?  Amanda could make
all sorts of accusations, true and false, that could haunt my
girlfriend forever.

"Oh yeah!" Amanda cried.  Kaye's head was moving up and down,
which meant she was really getting into it.  Amanda looked at me and I
pulled on my clit ring and a nipple ring and acted like I was getting
turned on.  Well, I was, a little, but my mind was coming to the
conclusion that we had to find a way to make Amanda leave, a way that
wouldn't make her so mad as to send the tape.

Amanda rode out her orgasm with her eyes still locked on mine.  When it
was over, Kaye brought her head up and I could see her back moving up
and down as she tried to catch her breath.

"That was pretty sad, Maggie," Amanda said.  "Last night you were
much better.  Got your mind on other things I guess.  Why don't you
come down here and see if you can make me come too."

I climbed down and took Kaye's place between Amanda's legs, while
she made Kaye lay beside her. As I started licking and sucking up all
her juices Kaye turned away.  Amanda put her finger on Kaye's chin
and directed her face to look back at me.  I worked my tongue hard and
then I slipped a finger inside Amanda.  She started cooing and I
centered my attention on her clit.  Within minutes I had her riding
high again, until she came in another orgasm.  Breathing softly, she
pushed Kaye aside and leaned up on her elbows.

"Very good," Amanda said.  "You've managed to redeem yourself.
Now I think we should get cleaned up, someone needs to prepare for this
party tonight."

Christ, I'd forgotten about the party.  That would be just great,
two-dozen people hanging out with all this shit going on.


10.
Two hours later that was exactly what we had.  Two dozen people hanging
out, with no idea of what was going on.  They didn't even know
Amanda's real name.  She had instructed Kaye and I that for the
purpose of the evening we were to call her Michelle.

"Last night when you called me you said her name was Amanda,"
Kaye's friend Lucy said when introduced to 'Michelle'.

"C'mon," Kaye said with a very convincing smile on her face.
"You know how I am about names.  Hell, I keep pushing my family to
use nametags at weddings and funerals."

By nine the party was going strong.  I played hostess while Kaye did
some last minute cooking in the kitchen.  After making some rounds I
went to check on my girlfriend.  Kaye was alone, cooking chicken wings
and cutting up vegetables and drinking wine.  She looked up at me.
"Everyone good out there?" she asked.

"Yeah," I replied.  Glancing at the doorway, I added, "I'll
find a way out this.  I promise."

Kaye had gone back to chopping.  She didn't look at me when she said,
"Would you mind taking out the garbage please?"

I stared at her for a moment, then tied up the bag and carried it out
of the apartment.  Along the way I saw all the people having a good
time.  They had no idea how bad it was between Kaye and I or that a
wanted felon was mingling amongst them.  Amanda was on the couch,
talking with some people, and when she saw me she smiled and winked.

Just as I got out into the hallway I saw Mike coming out of his
apartment.  I remembered my pledge to be more friendly and realized
that this might be a welcome diversion from my problems.  I said,
"Hey, how are you?"

Tonight he was dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a nice button down
shirt.  His only response was to nod at me.

I looked back at my apartment and then at him.  "Ah, sorry.  Another
night with a lot of noise."

"It's okay.  I'm going out again."

"Oh, how did last night go?"  I smiled broadly and tapped him on
the arm.  "Pick up any chicks?" I said, followed by a chuckle.  Why
was I acting like an idiot?

"No," he said, his eyes towards the floor.  "I'm trying a
different place tonight."

I wanted to say something encouraging, but came up short.  Then I
glanced at my door.  "Well, uh, why don't you try our place?"  I
pointed at the apartment.  "I know we have a few single girls here
tonight."

"Um, no offense, but aren't you girls gay?"

"Yeah, but we know a few straight ones.  And bisexual girls too, heh,
they're lots of fun."  Yeah, like Amanda.

Mike hesitated, probably because I was back to acting like and idiot.
"Uh, I don't know.  I'm not really a party type."

"C'mon," I said.  Then I grabbed his hand and dragged him and the
garbage back into my apartment.  I started introducing him to people as
we passed them, including any girls who I knew were single.  Then I
left him on his own and went to take another stab at Kaye.

She was still working in the kitchen.  We stood there quietly for a few
moments.  I was as stumped for something to say as I was with Mike.
Hell, trying to talk to that guy was impossible, being without his wife
made him so depressed.  That's when I remembered something.  I said
to Kaye, "You are my light."

"Huh?"

"Mrs. Klendiski, the woman who ran the escort agency with her
husband.  When I was leaving she told me, "This is a dark world we
live in.  But remember there's always a light somewhere, the trick is
to know it when you see it."

"Profound."

"Comes with experience, and she'd certainly seen enough in life."

Kaye put a tray of frozen something in the oven and then turned to me.
"So what are you saying?"

"That you are my light.  Kaye, when I met you everything changed.  I
changed.  I'd spent so much time being angry at the world for handing
me a shitty deal, and then you came along and showed me that good
things can happen too.  And suddenly all that hate I'd been carrying
around for so long didn't seem as important anymore."  I took a few
steps towards her.  "No matter what happens, I know we can get
through this."

Kaye shook her head and stared at a corner of the ceiling with a look
of disgust on her face.  Finally her eyes came down to me, with the
look of disgust still there.  "I don't know what to tell you about
us anymore.  What I do know is that if you love me, really love
me...you will find a way to keep that bitch from destroying my
career."

Just then a guy I worked with named Pete walked into the kitchen.
"Hey Maggie, there's a problem with the bathroom."

I said I'd deal with it and left Kaye to her food and anger.  As I
went down the hallway I noticed Mike leaving through the front door.  I
was disappointed, but at the same time I felt I had tried all I could.
Like my Aunt Peggy used to say, you can't help some people because
sometimes they're happy with whatever miserable situation they're
in.

There were a few people standing outside the bathroom door, and one
girl was pounding on it.  "C'mon!" she yelled.

"You sure somebody's in there?" I asked.

"No," she replied.  "I'm sure there's two somebody's in
there."  She was about to pound on the door again when it opened.
Out came Kaye's friend Amber with a huge smile on her face.  We
looked in the bathroom and saw Janey, a friend of mine, pulling up her
panties.  As she scooted out past us, Janey looked at me and said,
"Great party."

I shook my head.  Amber had come here with her girlfriend.  As I walked
back down the hallway, feeling like there was nothing good happening in
the world tonight, the door opened and my friend Lisa walked in,
followed by her boyfriend John.

"Hey!" she yelled.

I smiled.  It felt good to smile.  Lisa and I hugged and started
talking.  We hadn't seen each other in a while, and catching up with
her and John was a welcome distraction.

Finally, Lisa asked a dreaded question.  "So how are you guys
doing?"

Just then I almost did it.  I almost told Lisa everything that was
going on, to get her friendly advice, her comfort and support.  And
being such the good guy he is, John would have done the same, as well
as offering to do damage to Amanda for us.  Granted, it meant I had to
tell Lisa about escorting.  That was something I'd never told her,
something I'd managed to do right under her nose during college.
Escorting was not a job I boasted to friends about.  Lisa might be hurt
that I kept it from her, but she would be more concerned that Kaye and
I were in danger.  Lisa is one of those kinds of friends.  I think if I
needed a moon rock she'd break into NASA and hotwire a space shuttle.

And at that moment I realized I couldn't drag her and John into this
for precisely that reason.  Once I had them involved they wouldn't
let go of it, and I might put them in danger.  Speaking of that danger,
my eyes caught sight of Amanda in the living room.  Amongst all the
partygoers she was standing by herself, once again staring at the print
she had given me.

"We're fine," I told Lisa and John, suddenly wanting to get them
away from me before I said something or started crying.  "Kaye is
cooking in the kitchen.  I hate to ask you guys, but she could use some
help."

"No problem," Lisa said as they started to walk off.

John smiled.  "Yeah, we'll have this place on fire in no time."

I watched them go to the kitchen.  This was my problem, and I needed to
handle it myself.  So I went into the living room and walked up beside
Amanda.  Maybe if I were friendly to her she'd ease up on the
threatening.  "Whatcha doing?" I asked.

Amanda took a deep breath and let it out.  "Wondering.  What do you
think Rembrandt was thinking when he painted it?"

"This is going to make me rich and get me laid."

Amanda gave a slight chuckle.  "At least that hasn't changed about
you."

"What do you mean?"

"I was thinking I'd come back and find you the same person I once
knew.  The one with all the fire."  She turned to me.  "My father
taught me that people are weak.  So many of them don't know how to
work hard, really hard, for what they want.  They're afraid to
sacrifice current comfort for a future goal.  They get some crappy job
and take what they're given.  Drink, watch television, masturbate,
and stay slaves to their most base desires.  They are weak, and
that's what makes me better than them.  Because I'm not weak."

I sneered at her.  "Goody for you."

"But there was a time you weren't weak either.  When you had drive
and ambition.  Now...now you're just pathetic."

I felt the sting of her words.  "Well maybe...maybe I just achieved
my goals."

"And this is all you wanted?"  Amanda looked around the apartment.
"This, and some girl who's can't see past her own prejudices to
understand that you did what you had to do?"  Amanda shook her head.
"Some dream.  Didn't take much to make it fall apart, either."


11.
I was sitting alone in the bedroom, holding Mr. Pookie.  It felt like
everything I tried to do today went wrong in the worst possible way.
Even worse, I still had no plan about how to save Kaye from Amanda.  I
put down Mr. Pookie and picked up a picture of Kaye and me at the
beach.  She looked good in a bikini.  I looked like a pale, shaved cat.

"I hope you know she loves you."

I looked up and saw Kaye's friend Lucy standing in the doorway.
She's tall and a little big boned and her Asian features made her
look like the hottest Amazon you've ever seen.

I smiled.  "I know."

Lucy walked in and sat down.  "You guys are going through something
and I'm not going to pry.  But I wanted you to know that I was just
talking to Kaye, and she says that as far as she's concerned you're
as good as chocolate.  Which is her way of saying her world revolves
around you."

I closed my eyes tight and gritted my teeth.  There was still a chance.
 She still loves me.  But I couldn't figure out a way to keep my
problem from ruining her life.  I opened my eyes.  "I thought things
got easy when you found that one special person."

Lucy chuckled.  "My therapist calls it The Cinderella Complex.
We're all raised on Cinderella or similar tales, where the struggle
in the story is finding that special someone, that perfect mate, and
convincing them you exist.  Once that happens they ride off into the
sunset together, happily ever after, and then the story ends, the hard
part is over, roll credits.  Except in real life the hard part isn't
over, it's just beginning.  Because these two people need to learn to
live together, and that means you need to learn to compromise.  You
can't just think about yourself anymore, you have to think about the
other person as well.  And sometimes that means giving up things,
making sacrifices.  Other times it means doing something you wouldn't
normally do, or don't want to do.  It's a big change, and so few
people are ready for it.  I think you and Kaye are really good
together.  Honestly she's happier than I've ever seen her.  So
whatever it is, please don't give up on her."

I nodded and we were quiet for a moment.  Then Lucy stood.  "Now if
you'll excuse me, I've had to pee for the last half of this
conversation."

Lucy walked away, but when she reached the door she turned.  "Oh, and
if you hurt her, just keep in mind how mentally unstable I am and that
I own a big knife collection."

With that she walked out.  But I wasn't concerned about her threat.
It was what she said before that was tumbling around in my head.

"...the perfect mate...can t just think about yourself
anymore...happier than I've ever seen her..."

Tumbling around.  Not making much sense.

"...hurt her...making sacrifices...happily ever after..."

But then some things started coming into focus.

"...the hard part isn't over...something you wouldn't normally
do...think of the other person as well..."

Suddenly, it hit me.

"...the other person...knife collection...once that happens they ride
off into the sunset together..."

And with that I knew what needed to be done.  I had brought the problem
into our lives and I would take it out.  Standing up, I went to the
bedside drawer and took out my pocketknife.  With the gentle push of my
finger the blade sprang open.  I held the knife in my hand and looked
at its sharp edge, and then stared at my distorted reflection on the
side.  Suddenly there was only one question I had to answer.

What was I going to do with the body?


Coming in part 3 - planning a murder isn't easy.

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