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Subject: {ASSM} Pete, A Young man's Story  Chapter 93
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CHAPTER 93

I watched Abe Cohen's face as I listened to him tell me how to
talk Nell into doing something she said she didn't want to do. 
As he warmed to the subject he began to perspire and he looked
like he was actually enjoying himself when he said, "You have to
be forceful. You have to go in there and overwhelm her. The hard
part could be letting you tie her up. But from the way she acted
on the phone I think she'll let you, and once you do you'll be in
control.  Women like her always want to be in control and if
she'll release that power to you, the rest will be a piece of
cake. I'm having a document delivered to your house. When you get
home tomorrow, take it to her and get her to sign it."
From there he explained in graphic detail how I should tease her,
constantly getting her to the brink of orgasm but not letting her
go over the edge. When she was ready to climb the walls I should
slip the document in front of her and tell her to sign it 'or
else'.
"Or else what?"
"Or else you might have to slap her around! Don't worry, she'll
love it and..."
I held up my hand to stop. "I would never do that. I understand
how important this is and I'll try to help if I can but I'm not
going to be mean or do anything to hurt her."
"You're not being mean. I know women like her, they love that
kind of shit!"
"Well, I don't love that kind of shit. There must be another
way." 
"We need you to act on this right away. 
"You keep saying 'We'. Do Sylvia and Herb know what you want me
to do?"
 "I called Herb when I saw you today. I told him I was going to
ask you to talk to Nell. I didn't say what I was going to ask you
to do, so I don't know if he talked to Sylvia."
I stood there thinking about what he wanted me to do. I had
restrained girls before. The first time was at Kate's and I had
also done it with other girls. They acted like it was a turn-on.
It was kind-of exciting to me as well but I never quite
understood why. All I knew was that I wasn't going to get
physical with Nell and I wasn't going to hurt her.
Cohen interrupted my thoughts. "I get it. You want to know what's
in it for you, right."
"That isn't it at all. I just need time to think about it."
"Like I said, there isn't time! We need an answer by Tuesday at
the latest or that other outfit might step in front of us. C'mon,
there must be something you want. For starters, how would you
like to go to the after party tonight?"
I glared at him. "I can't go to the after party, I'm here with
someone. The only thing I want is for you to quit pestering me.
I'll talk to Nell when I get back to town and I'll let you know
what happens."
As I started to leave, he scribbled something on a business card,
held it out to me and said, "Call her as soon as you get to shore
and ask her to meet with you when you get back to LA. I'd ask you
to do it now, but our cell phones don't reach out here and I
don't want to use the ship's phone again because I can't tell who
might be listening. I'll be back on shore tomorrow morning. My
cell phone number is on the card. As soon as you talk to her,
call me."
I stared at him for a minute, "It'll be after midnight by the
time we get to shore. Besides, I want to talk to Herb about
this."
He pulled the card back, scribbled something else on it, handed
it back to me and said, "Here's Herb's private cell number. I'll
tell him you're going to call."
I stuck the card in my pocket and left.

When I got back to our table there was a small group of women
gathered around it. Monique had taken off her wrap and the women
were talking with her and making comments about the bikini she
was wearing. Meg and Marla were there as well and they seemed to
be talking and doing something. 
Jay and Lane were standing off to the side so I walked over to
them, nodded in Monique's direction and asked, "What's going
on?"
Jay gave a half smile, "Someone noticed that Monique was wearing
that special bikini and they all came to see it."
"What are Meg and Marla doing?"
"Meg is helping Marla hand out WE business cards. I think Marla's
going to try to talk Tammy into giving Meg a job."
"But that bikini wasn't part of the WE ad campaign."
"I know, but the women don't know that. It's a way to get WE
business cards out there."
"who's idea was it?"
"It was Marla's. She's pretty damn smart isn't she?" 
"Yes she is. You like her a lot, don't you?"
"Damn right I do. By the way, Monique said that Abe Cohen wanted
to see you. What's that all about?"
"He and a friend of mine are doing a business deal and he wanted
me to talk to someone about it. What do you know about him?"
"He and my dad have done business together. Dad says he's okay,
but he gives me the creeps. Did you see that girl he was with?"
"Yeah, she looks about fourteen."
He grinned and said, "She's almost thirty. She says she owes her
looks to large applications of uhh, male protein. I heard she had
sex with every guy on the boat last year."
"Was it at the after party?"
"Yeah, where did you hear about the after party?"
"Cohen asked me if I wanted to go. What's it all about?"
He rolled his eyes, "Shit! This is the fourth time I've attended
this thing and I've never been asked to it. It's by invitation
only and I'm pretty sure my Mom told my Dad to make sure I'm not
invited. It's supposed to be a no-holds-barred sex party."
"Cohen says your Dad knows about what goes on."
"I think he went to a few of them before my Mom put a stop to
it."
"She can do that?"
"She sure can. My Dad's a pretty big deal in business and he was
quite a player at one time. Mom used to let him get away with it,
but a few years ago she put her foot down and when my Mom gets
serious about something he pays attention."
I thought about things for a minute, "Are you planning on
spending a lot of time with Marla from now on?"
"I hope to, why?"
"I hear that you're a player too. What are you gonna do about
that? Are you going to give it up?"
It was almost a full minute before he said, "Yeah, I think I
will," then he added, "No, I know I will!"
Lane stared at him and said, "Are you kidding?"
Jay shook his head, "No, I'm not. I've screwed around long
enough. It's time I settled down."
Lane raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you rushing things a little? What
makes you think Marla wants to get serious?"
"I don't know anything for sure, but I know she likes me and I'm
going to do whatever it takes to get her to like me more.
Speaking of which, you seem to be getting along okay with Meg."
A smile came over Lane's face, "Yeah, she's quite a girl. She
beautiful, exciting and what's more important, I really like
being around her. I haven't been this comfortable around a girl
since... well, you know."
Jay was wearing an even bigger smile when he put his hand on
Lane's shoulder. "Damn! There may be hope for you yet. I haven't
seen you this excited for a long time."
Just then the band started playing a slow number, so the three of
us gathered up the girls and headed for the dance floor. Even
though she wasn't a great dancer, holding Monique close to me was
exciting and I began to forcefully lead her around the floor. I
was doing simple steps and before long she started to get a feel
what we were doing. She began to follow me and by the end of the
tune she was wearing a big smile.
 When we danced before, as soon as a song ended she wanted to
head back to our table. But this time, when the band immediately
started with another slow tune, she looked up at me expectantly
and we began again. Most everyone had left the dining room, so
our three couples had the dance floor to ourselves. While we were
dancing I took a second to watch the others. Both Jay and Lane
were holding the girls close to them. Marla looked like she was
talking about something but Jay seemed to be staring off in the
distance with a sort of dreamy look on his face. Meg and Lane
were by themselves at the edge of the floor and were moving
slowly. She had her head on Lane's chest and they both had their
eyes closed. 
While Mom was teaching dancing she used to say that some people
have natural rhythm and learn to dance quickly. Unfortunately,
Monique was not one of them, but she was trying her best and
holding her close and feeling her body against me had me so
turned on I was sorry when the song ended.
The band started packing things up so Jay walked over to us and
said, "That'll about do it for us. Most people will be hanging
around for the after party. Let's get our stuff and get ready to
go."

When we boarded the water taxi we were joined by Doctors Snow and
Engle. I think they were trying to appear nonchalant, but I
noticed when they sat down they sat close together. The boat was
about to leave when we were also joined by Delores Rio. She was
wearing a sweat suit, carrying a small travel bag and she looked
angry. I wanted to ask her what was wrong but she sat by herself
and didn't act like she wanted to talk. As we approached the
shore she began calling on her cell phone. It was nearly midnight
and apparently she wasn't able to reach whoever she was calling
so at one point she got so angry it looked like she was going to
throw her cell phone in the water. 
Surprisingly, Meg went over and sat next to her. They talked for
a few minutes, then Meg went to Jay and I heard her say, "She's
stranded down here and she can't reach anyone. She wants to spend
the night in a hotel and try again in the morning but she's
scared. I asked her if she wanted to fly back to LA with Pete and
I in the morning. Would it be okay if she spent the night at your
place?"
"Of course. But she looks upset. What's the problem?"
"That asshole Jack Hedden said he was going to drive her home
tonight, but he hooked up with that basketball player and they
are going to stay for the party. He wanted her to join them, but
he didn't tell her what kind of party it was. When she found out,
she left."
"I don't mind her staying with us, but she's a big TV star.
Wouldn't she be more comfortable in a hotel?"
"All I know is that she's scared and she doesn't want to be
alone. She can bunk in with me."
"It's fine; tell her we'd be happy to have her join us. But it's
still early. I was thinking that we might stop on the way home
for a drink or some ice-cream."
Meg's eyes lit up and she said, "Oooh, a big banana split sounds
great. Let me tell Delores."
She started toward Delores then she stopped and went to Lane. She
whispered something to him then she kissed him on the cheek and
went to talk to Delores. When Delores smiled and nodded, Meg gave
us the 'thumbs up' sign, but instead of coming back to Lane, Meg
put her arm around Delores and they rode the rest of the way to
shore. 
While Monique and I were watching this I had my arms around her
to keep her warm. She looked up at me and quietly said, "Meg is a
nice person."
"Yes she is." 
"Have the two of you and her been dating?"
"No, we just work together."
"Why not, she's a very pretty girl?"     
I wasn't sure why she was asking me this so I thought the safest
thing to do was to change the subject. "Because you got back to
town, and when you're around I can't think of other girls."
She turned around until she was facing me. "Pete, am I really
your girlfriend?"
"You are if you want to be. Do you?"
"Yes I do. It's like I told you, I'm not used to having a
boyfriend and I'm really not sure how to act."
"You're acting just fine."
She smiled and said, "Good." Then she kissed me on the cheek,
turned around and snuggled against me.
When I looked down at her I remembered the first time I saw her
at school. She and Alice had been walking across the quad and the
sight of her had given me a chill. There were pretty girls at
school, but nothing like her. She had just transferred there that
year and every guy at school was talking about what a babe she
was. Thinking back at what happened between us later was like a
dream. I tried to picture her that day in the hotel. When she had
dropped her robe and stood there wearing nothing but that
feathered mask she had looked like a goddess. I tried to remember
what it was like making love to her but all I could think of it
what she looked like. She told me once that the reason she never
made it big in modeling was because there were a lot of pretty
girls in the business that would do the things that she wouldn't
do. I couldn't imagine anyone more beautiful than her and I
wondered what her life would have been like if she'd been willing
to do those things. It made me wonder how far I would go to
further a career. Some unpleasant things came to mind and
suddenly I was glad I didn't have to make those kinds of
decisions. 
Then something came to mind. It occurred to me that, up to now,
other people had been making decisions about my life. Maybe it
was time I started making some decisions of my own. Things like,
what did I really want from Monique? Being around her was a
thrill, but I get the feeling she was becoming needy. She was
older and had actually been out in the world. How could she look
to a kid like me for answers? And about this acting thing, did I
really want to do it? Where did I want it to take me? I was
brought out of my reverie when the boat pulled up to the dock.
 The doctors had been sitting close together during the ride and
when we all climbed onto on the dock, Jay said to Dr. Snow, "Aunt
Jane, would you and Dr. Engle like to join us for some ice
cream?"
After a quick glance at Dr. Engle she answered, "Thanks honey,
but it's late and it's a two hour ride home."
They started toward their cars and when they got out of hearing
range Jay grinned and said, "Watch this." 
When Dr. Engle drove out of the parking lot he didn't turn toward
the freeway. Instead, he headed toward town and Dr. Snow followed
him.
Jay chuckled and added, "There's gonna be a ride all right, but
what do you want to bet it's going to be in a local hotel." 
It got a laugh from everyone. 

When we got to the car the extra person made things a little
crowded so Monique ended up sitting on my lap. The ride to the
ice cream parlor was a little bumpy and in spite of me trying to
think of something else, I had a pretty good hard-on by the time
we got there. When she turned to slide off me Monique's hand
brushed against the bulge in my pants. I felt her body stiffen
for a second and when she stood up she looked down at it then up
at me with an odd look on her face that became a smile as we
headed into the building.
The place was big, noisy and crowded, but we lucked out because
just as we stepped inside a small group got up from a table. Meg
ran to it and sat down. When we got there she stood up and
grinned at Monique, "You probably just want a small diet soda,
right?" 
When Monique nodded, she said, "It figures. Okay, you guard the
table while we order," and we followed her as she headed for the
counter.
Most of us ordered cones or small sundaes but Meg said to
Delores, "C'mon, we can share something," and ordered a huge
triple banana split. Delores had been quiet since she joined us,
but Meg soon had her laughing and between bites of ice cream the
two of them began telling stories about people at the studio. 
While watching Delores I noticed something interesting. She was
pretty but she didn't have any outstanding features. Her show is
very popular and her face was very well known but the only people
that noticed us at all weren't looking at her, they were looking
at Monique. I'm sure that if the people knew who Delores was it
would have been greatly different, but now she was just another
pretty girl. She seemed tense at first, but as she and Meg talked
she started to relax. They were about half finished with their
ice cream when Delores sat back and said, "Wow, I'm full." 
Meg made a face, growled, "Amateurs," and began attacking the
remainder with a vengeance. Everyone laughed. Especially Delores
and I began to see a pleasant, more attractive side of her. 
Then I glanced at Lane...
My Mom and I were watching a movie one time and the hero was
staring at the heroin with a silly look on his face. Mom had said
he was 'smitten' by her. That's the way Lane was looking at Meg.
He was definitely smitten by her and it was nice to see.

It was late when we got to Jay's place and as we pulled into his
driveway Monique seemed to get nervous. When we got inside we
walked up to the second floor and Jay asked, "Anyone for the hot
tub?" 
When we all shook our heads he said, "Marla and I are going up to
the deck to say goodnight to the stars. See you all in the
morning."
As they walked away Meg whispered something to Lane, then she
said, "C'mon Delores, let's hit the rack," and they headed for
her room.    
Lane went to his room and I turned to Monique. I thought about
asking her to spend the night with me but after a quick kiss she
said, "Goodnight," and hurried to her room. It happened to
quickly I didn't have a chance to ask her. 
When I got to my room I could hear the girls in the bathroom and
I crawled into bed and turned off my light. I was a little wired
and I couldn't fall asleep, so I lay there thinking about
tonight. I was remembering what the dancer looked like standing
amid the antennas on the ship so I didn't notice when it got
quiet in the bathroom and I was surprised when the bathroom door
opened and a voice asked, "Pete, are you awake?"
I answered, "Yes."
Delores stepped into the room. I could tell from the bathroom
light that she was still wearing the sweat outfit and I asked,
"What's up?"
It took her a few seconds before she answered. Then she asked,
"Do you mind if I leave your door to the bathroom open?"
"No, I don't mind, but why?"
"I uhh, really don't like being alone."
"Isn't Meg with you?"
"She went to say goodnight to Lane. I told her it was okay to
stay with him if he asked her and I don't think she'll be back."
It was a bit of a shock but after I thought about it for a few
seconds I said, "Good for her, Lane seems like a nice guy."
"Yes he does, but umm, I don't like being in unfamiliar places.
It kind-of scares me, do you mind?"
I was surprised. She was a famous TV star. I'm sure she traveled
places to promote her show, why would she be afraid of staying in
a strange place? But the look on her face told me she wasn't
kidding. She really did look scared. 
So much so, that I said, "Of course not. If you like you can
spend the night in here. I'll sleep on the couch."
"No, as long as I know someone I can trust is close by, I'll be
okay."
"Meg told you I could be trusted?"
"Yes, she said you were a good guy."
"Meg has a good heart."
"She sure does. I can't believe how comfortable she made me
feel."
I wanted to ask her what was going on. She was a completely
different girl than the one with the attitude who came to my
dressing room on the boat. Something was wrong and I wondered
what it was. 
Finally I said, "I uhh, suppose I should apologize for the way I
acted when you came to my dressing room on the boat."
"Don't bother; I was the one that was out of line. I was pissed
when I found out your girlfriend was going to be Miss Galatea."
"Well, I shouldn't have paraded around you naked. That was
uncalled for."
"Don't worry about it. I enjoyed your little show. And by the
way, I especially enjoyed dancing with you. You're very good."
"So are you. I had a lot of fun. I'd like to do it again."
"I would too. Well, I'll let you get to sleep. Would you mind if
I left the bathroom light on?"
"Not at all and if you get scared or need something just yell for
me, I'm kind-of wired so I'll be awake for a while."
"I'm not tired either. Uhh, Meg and I opened my bottle of
champagne. Why don't we have a glass?"
I said, "Sure," and when she went to get it I switched on the
night stand light, pulled on a pair of pants and sat on the
couch. She came back in with the bottle and two water glasses.
She poured each half full, sat next to me and said, "Here's to
Meg," and downed her glass. 
She quickly poured herself another, this time to the brim and
continued, "I told her that champagne on top of ice cream didn't
sound too good, but actually it's not bad and I think she needed
the courage."
I took a sip, "Why does she need courage?"
"How well do you know her?"
"We haven't known each other very long, why?"
"I think she's nervous about... Well, you know."
The thought about her being nervous about anything, never crossed
my mind and I asked, "You mean about being with Lane?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well, she told me that she hasn't had a real boyfriend for a
while, but I'm sure she knows what she's doing."
She cocked her head at me and said, "Don't count on it. We girls
do dumb things once in a while."
"Do you think that what she's doing tonight is a dumb thing?"
"Probably not, he seems like a nice guy. But I'm not to one to
ask about stuff like that. I may be the world's champion at doing
dumb things."
"How so?"
She thought about things for a few seconds then she took another
long drink before she answered, "It was the morning after last
season's wrap party. During the party, some studio heavyweights
dropped by with a few of their friends. One of them is a big time
politician and he invited a few of us to his house for drinks.
His house is in the hills above Malibu. I hooked up with him and
we spent the whole night partying. I was driving home the next
morning and I hit a patch of water. My car went off the road,
down an embankment and I ended up in a grove of trees."
She took another big gulp of wine and continued, "When the car
came to a stop I was trapped inside it and couldn't move. I lay
there all day and most of the next, before some kids saw the car
and called 911. I spent the next two months in and out of
hospitals. My face took three separate operations."
"Wow! I never heard anything about it."
"It never hit the papers. The guy is a very well connected and he
made sure of it."
"What's with all the secrecy?"
"He's married. If his wife ever found out she'd cut off his
balls."
"So, no one ever found out about him?"
"No, he took care of everything. But I never saw him again. I was
pretty much okay by the time shooting started this season, but I
was still a little sore, so I told everyone I was in a skiing
accident. The story worked pretty well and I got a lot of
sympathy."
She drank the rest of her wine and was refilling her glass with
the remainder of the bottle when I asked, "Is that why you're
spooked about being alone?"
She stared at her glass for a while before she said, "I've always
been kind of a loner. I'm not married, I don't have a boyfriend
and I thought I liked it that way. But I laid in that canyon for
almost two days wondering if I was going to die and when I got to
the hospital no-one came to visit me. I've never been so scared
in my life and I-I uhh, don't like being alone anymore,
especially at night."
"Do you have someone with you at home?"
"I now have a full time, live-in housekeeper. On her day off I
stay out as late as I can and when I get home I take a pill and
go to bed."
She looked so vulnerable I slid over next to her and put my arm
around her. She looked up at me for a second then she put her
head on my chest and we sat that way for a while. I was wondering
what I could say to her when she began to snore softly. I was
going to let her sleep but it didn't seem right to leave her on
the couch so I gently picked her up. I was going to take her to
her room, but I didn't want her to be scared if she waked up in a
strange place during the night, so put her in my bed and pulled
the covers over her. I grabbed the bedspread off the bed and
tried to sleep on the couch, but it was too short to be
comfortable so I just curled up on the floor.

I didn't sleep very well. It was full light outside when I woke
up, but when I checked my watch it was only 7AM. I checked on
Delores and she was still asleep. I was a little sore from
sleeping on the floor so I took a long hot shower to work the
kinks out. I was drying off when I heard some thuds on my bedroom
door. It sounded like someone was kicking it, so I slipped into
my bathing trunks and when I opened the door Monique was standing
there holding two steaming cups of coffee and she rushed by me,
crying, "Hot, hot, hot," set them down on the end table next to
the couch and turned to me. 
She put her arms around my neck and said, "I'm sorry about last
night. I know you wanted to be with me but this is all new to me
and..."
Just then a noise caused us to look toward the bed. Delores was
sitting up staring at us. She had the bed covers pulled around
her and she was blinking and looking around as though she didn't
know where she was. 
Monique's eyes got huge. She looked at me wearing just a bathing
suit, back at Delores sitting in my bed and she said, "Oh Pete,
nooo," and she turned and headed for the door. 
I was standing there dumbfounded when Delores barked, "Monique,
Wait!"
She said it with such authority Monique stopped and turned toward
her. Delores stepped out of bed and standing there fully clothed,
she said, "Nothing went on between Pete and me. All he did was
sit with me while I drank myself to sleep. He never touched me."
I added, "I uhh, slept on the floor."
Monique looked back and forth between us. I think she was trying
to decide if we were telling the truth. Finally she said, "I'm
sorry, it looked like... well, you know." 
Then she said, "Here's some coffee. Come up to the deck when
you're ready," and she left.
I said to Delores, "I'm not sure she believes us."
She answered, "Don't worry; I'll take care of it. Get dressed and
go be with her. I'll be up in a minute."
I finished getting ready and as I was on the way out the door she
said, "Thanks for being a friend last night."

When I got to the deck Monique and Jay were sitting in the sun
drinking coffee. I asked Jay, "Are you guys gonna run this
morning?"
"I thought so, but when I knocked on Lane's door he didn't
answer. I was going to stick my head in but it was locked. I
guess he wanted to sleep in."
"What about Marla?"
"We were up kinda late last night. She told me if I knocked on
her door before ten she'd kill me. Are Delores and Meg up yet?"
Apparently Monique hadn't told him what happened with Delores and
I didn't want to say anything about Meg so I just said, "Not
yet."
"Well, instead of running I think I'll take a few laps in the
pool. Do you guys want to join me?"
When Monique shook her head and so did I, he said, "Okay, I'll be
back in a little while," and he headed for the pool. I pulled a
chair next to Monique and asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You're not mad about what you saw this morning, are you?"
"No, I believe what Delores told me. I was up most of last night
thinking about you. I know you wanted to have sex with me last
night and I decided that when I came to your room this morning I
was going to uhh, 'be with you'. But I found another girl in your
bed."
I was in shock! She had come to my room to have sex with me! 
"But nothing happened between Dolores and me!"
"I know, but this was a big deal for me this morning and it
turned out badly. It took a lot for me to come to you this
morning. You're the only guy I've ever been with. I loved what
happened in the hotel room. I was scared to death but you were
gentle and considerate. I used to think about that a lot. But
when I got to New York and I saw what the other girls would do to
further their careers I was disgusted. I made up my mind I
wouldn't do that kind of thing and I sort of put sex out of my
head. But I saw you again and I started to remember how wonderful
it was to be with you. I'm sure we'll have another opportunity.
Please be patient with me." 
I held her hand and we sat in the sun. It was a gorgeous day. The
sky was so blue it almost hurt your eyes and it was already
getting warm. Delores joined us and a little later Marla showed
up. It was great to see how Jay's eyes lit up when Marla joined
us. I'm sure they had talked most of the night but it was like he
hadn't seen her in a week. It was almost an hour later when Meg
arrived and a few minutes after that Lane got there. They both
looked tired and acted guilty. They had obviously been making
love all night and it was fun watching them trying to hide it.
Around nine-thirty I excused myself, went to my room and called
Herb. Caller ID showed him who I was because he answered on the
first ring with a cheerful, "Pete, how the hell are you?"
"I'm good, but I need to talk to you about something."
"Let me guess. You talked to Abe Cohen about how to handle Nell
Burger."
"Uh-huh. Did he tell you what he wants me to do?"
"Yes, he called me twice this morning already."
"He's kind-of a scumbag isn't he?"
 "He has absolutely no morals but he's a good businessman. May I
assume you want me to talk with you about how to handle Miss
Burger?"
"Yes, did he tell you what happens when he tries to talk to
her?"
Herb chuckled then he said, "He told me all about it. You must
have made a big impression on her the last time you were with
her." 
"I uhh, guess so, but he says I should treat her like a slave or
something. What should I do?"
"Pete, I've looked into her background a lot. Whatever notions
you may have about her are probably wrong. People say she can
appear to be a perfectly normal person. She's a brilliant
businesswoman and the success Burgers has had in the last few
years is largely because of her. But believe me, she's a very
disturbed young woman. You may have heard stories about her
unusual behavior with men and her peculiar behavior at the
stores. Those tales don't begin to tell the real story. Burgers
board of directors, spend a lot of money keeping her antics quiet
and out of the news."
"Like what?"
"One of the milder ones was told to me by a former employee of
Burgers. He said that she heard that one of the store managers
had been skimming, so she hid a video camera in his office. She
went to him, seduced him and taped her and him having sex on his
couch. 
When he finished she lay in his arms and began telling him that
she was pissed off at the board of directors and that she wished
she knew a way to get back to them by skimming money from the
store. He thought she was serious and started bragging that he
was doing it already. 
He suddenly found himself handcuffed him to the couch. Then she
stood up and, still naked and knowing she was being filmed, she
began going through his desk looking for evidence. When she found
it she held it up to the camera and called security. She was
dressed by the time they got there and she handed them the tape
and left."
"What happened next?"
"The chief of security called the head office and two members of
the board came to the store. They fired the manager and told him
if he ever mentioned what happened they would have him arrested.
The security people who were involved all got 'keep quiet'
bonuses."
"Wow! That's quite a story."
"And that's one of the tame ones. Rumor has it she was in a hotel
in Chicago and she had sex with a maid. When they were finished
the maid tried to hit her up for money. Nell got mad, punched her
hard enough to loosen two teeth and threw her out in the hallway
naked. 
I heard it cost the board ten thousand to keep her quiet."
"Huh! I didn't know Nell went both ways."
"I think there are a lot of things you don't know about her. For
instance, she can get really violent. Cohen told me that last
year a guy tried to mug her. She broke his jaw, his wrist and
when he was on the ground she jumped on his leg and blew out his
knee. I think she would have done more but some people ran up and
stopped her. Fortunately for her, someone saw the whole thing
from the beginning or there could have been a big problem."
"She's a big girl. I'd hate to cross her."
"Here's the reason I'm telling you this. I know Cohen has asked
you to try and talk her into signing with us. If you decide to do
it, fine. But if you don't want to, that's okay. I don't want you
to do something you feel is wrong."
"Cohen said that if you don't get the deal, dad would lose his
job."
"He told me he said that. Don't worry about it. If your dad lost
his job I'd hire him in an instant. I'm expanding my fleet of
planes and I need someone to run the operation. Even if we get
the deal I'm going to ask him to come and work directly for me."
"Cohen also said the only way to get through to Nell was to play
rough."
"He may be right. Are you worried that you can't handle her?"
"No, not really."
"I didn't think so, you're a big guy. Sylvia says you've gotten
bigger since I last saw you. What are you, about six foot six?"
"Six four, I think."
"Jesus! No wonder she looked tired when she got back from
California. You must have worn her out."
"She uhh, told you we were together?"
"She thought I should know. You know that she's crazy about you
don't you?"
"Well, I feel the same about her."
"That makes two of us. Three, if you count her husband. But he
won't be with us very long."
"Is he really that bad?"
"Yeah, he has a month, maybe less. That brings up something I
want to talk with you about. For quite a while, Sylvia has done
nothing but work and worry about Al. She has no life at all.
She's at work before anyone, she's the last one to leave and she
goes right to the hospital."
"He's in the hospital full time?
"Yes, he has been for a while now." 
"Isn't that awfully expensive?"
"Al did a lot of smart things. Two of the smartest were marrying
Sylvia and subscribing to a top notch health care program."
"So she's okay financially?"
"Oh yes. She and Al saved and invested well. She also makes a lot
of money working for me. But she could quit right now and never
miss it and when Al passes there's going to be enough insurance
money to fund a small country. Yeah, she's better than okay."
"So why does she work so hard?"
"Like I said, she has no life. I'm with her when I can, but I'm
gone a lot and if this deal goes through I'll be gone a lot more.
She knows that the end is near for Al. They were together for a
long time and when he passes it's going to leave a big hole. I
can't be with her and I don't want her to be alone for a while
after it happens. Do you think you could spend some time with
her?"
"Sure I will. But you love her and you know we've been together,
don't you mind her being with me?"
"I can live with it. I need someone to look out for her. You're a
good guy, I know how you feel about her and I know you'll take
good care of her."
"Of course I will, but what about you, Herb. Isn't there a way
for you and her to be together?"
"I hope there is. That's one reason this deal is so important to
me. My wife said she would never divorce me, but thank God, I
think she may have found someone she'd rather be with. A divorce
will cost me a lot of money, but it'll be worth it and if this
deal works like I think it will, I'll be back stronger than
ever."
"So, how should I try and convince Nell to sign with you guys?"
He sighed, then he said, "Cohen told me this morning what he
asked you to do. Are you sure you'd like to try and help us?"
"Sure, just tell me what to do."
"Hang up. I'm going to do a conference call and have someone talk
to you. He's a psychiatrist and he specializes in these kinds of
things. His name is not important; when he talks to you just
refer to him as 'Doctor'."
A minute or two later my phone rang. When I answered, Herb said,
"Pete, this is a friend of mine," and a low voice came online and
said, "Herb has told me what's going on with the women, are you
prepared to do what I tell you?"
"It's not going to involve violence is it?"
"No, but you're going to have to be positive with her. I
understand that when someone calls her she refuses to talk to
them because she's waiting for you to call."
"Yeah, that's what I heard."
"When was the last time you were with her?"
"Wednesday evening."
"How did it end?"
"W-What do you mean?"
"What was the last thing that happened between you? How did the
evening end?"
"I uhh, guess I was kind of mean to her."
"Tell me exactly what happened."

I told him what happened when I insisted that she ask to see me
again and for the next few minutes I listened as he told me about
women like Nell and how I should behave around her. 


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