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Hi Fi



   By Ed Rider



   "I think we're more drunk than I thought we were," said Prudence,
falling onto the couch.

   "Speak for yourself," said Paula with a hearty laugh.  "All I know is
that Jerry is a lot heavier than I thought he was." She sat down in the
stuffed chair next to the couch.

   "I'm sorry," said Jerry, slouched on the couch next to Prudence.  "I
didn't realize that I had drunk so much.  I shouldn't have come here." He
grabbed onto the side of the couch and tried to stand up.  "I'll go to my
room now.  I don't know what I was thinking."

   "Don't be silly," said Prudence, putting two fingers on his chest and
easily pushing him back down.  "You're not going anywhere, Mr.  Romeo."

   "Yeah," said Paula.  "You can't chat up two girls for two hours and then
not deliver.  Don't we turn you on?"

   "Oh yes!" said Jerry.  "I mean, I think you're both very pretty, but I
thought you told me you weren't, ummm--."

   "Hookers.  Is that what you're trying to say, Jerry?" said Paula. 
"Don't worry.  We're not what you're thinking.  You aren't going to pay us
a penny.  But I'm insulted that you only think we're pretty, and I'm not
going to stand for it.

   "Oops.  I said that wrong.  I mean, I am going to stand up right now and
show you that I'm not just pretty.  There, that's more like it.  I see
you're staring at me.  Do you like what you see?"

   "You didn't need to take off your dress," said Jerry.  "I apologize.  I
mean that you and Prudence are beautiful and sexy, and so is your sexy
underwear.  No, that didn't come out right.  But you can put your dress
back on."

   "Why should I?" said Paula.  "This is much more comfortable."

   "You are such a slut, Paula," said Prudence.  "Jerry might think you
have something on your mind."

   "It's the same thing he has on his mind," said Paula.  She stood in
front of him and stroked her body as she turned around.  The she added a
few bumps and grinds and laughed.

   "Oh no," said Jerry.  "I told you downstairs that I was married."

   "Yes," said Prudence.  "We heard all about the amazing Simone and how
beautiful she is and how perfect and how you're waiting for her to decide
to start a family, and how you would never cheat on her.  Then what are you
doing sitting here in a hotel room with one girl who's in her underwear and
another one falling out of my tiny little dress?

   "You know all the men at the bar were jealous when you were holding onto
us for support as we left.  You hit the jackpot."

   "It's all my fault," said Jerry, as he tried unsteadily to get up again,
only to be pushed down once more by Prudence's fingers.  "I shouldn't have
talked to you when you came over.  But you didn't seem to be flirting.  You
were talking about marriage and families.

   "I should have seen that you were dressed for business and waiting for
me to make a move.  Simone tells me all the time that I'm clueless.  I
really didn't mean to waste your time.  You just seemed nice, and I guess I
was lonely.  Would you be angry if I gave you $100?  That's almost
everything I have in my wallet."

   "Yes, Jerry, I really enjoyed hearing about Simone and your wonderful
marriage," said Prudence.  "You just decided to continue our wholesome
conversation in our hotel room and that's why you came with us.  Is that
what you're saying?  But please don't keep talking about money.  I told you
before that we don't want a penny from you.  We just want to have fun, like
you do when you're away from home on a business trip.  Isn't that right,
Jerry?"

   "No," said Jerry.  "You're wrong.  I never do this."

   "What does this mean?" said Paula.  "We never said what we wanted to do.
What do you do when you go to a girl's hotel room when you're out of town?
Tell us."

   "I don't do anything," said Jerry.  "I mean, I don't go to any girl's
room."

   "So they come to your room, do they?" said Prudence.

   "No, that's not what I meant," he said.  "They don't come to my room,
and I don't go to their room."

   "Then what are you doing here, Jerry," said Paula.  "And if you don't go
to their room and they don't come to yours, where do you go?  It sounds
like you're a lot more interesting than the sweet little husband you
pretended to be downstairs."

   "You've got me all confused," said Jerry.  "I don't usually talk to
anyone.  I have a drink or two and then go to my room and watch TV.  I'm
sorry.  This was a big mistake.  I don't even remember deciding to go
upstairs with you.  And I don't remember drinking so much."

   "We ordered some pretty strong drinks for you, Jerry," said Prudence. 
"We told you we were putting them on our tab so your wife wouldn't find
out. You didn't seem to object.  And you weren't objecting when we brought
you here."

   "But I've never done anything like this before," said Jerry.

   "Like what?" said Paula.  "You are such a liar, Jerry.  We've got you
figured out."

   "What do you mean?" said Jerry.

   "You're the type of guy who protests all the way to bed," said Paula. 
"That way when you wake up, you can make excuses for everything.  You were
too drunk to know what you were doing.  She took advantage of you.  We've
heard it all before, so save your breath."

   "I thought you weren't hookers," said Jerry.

   "We're not really hookers," said Prudence, "so don't keep saying that.
We told you already that we don't want your money."

   "What do you want then?" he said.

   "These girls just want to have fun," said Paula.  "We're talking too
much.  Let's have some action.  Prudence, help me get him to the bedroom."

   Jerry tried to get up again, and this time, Prudence helped him, and
then she and Paula dragged him to the bedroom as he tried to resist them.
They pushed him down, and Paula tried to untie his shoes, but she couldn't
because he kept kicking his feet.  Finally, Prudence sat on his legs until
Paula got his shoes off.

   "Why are you giving us so much trouble," said Prudence, panting as she
moved over to his stomach, where she bounced up and down, knocking the wind
out of him while Paula continued taking off his clothes.  She repeated the
question as they struggled getting his shirt and tie off.  When he was
naked, she repeated it again.

   "You know you want this, Jerry," she said.  "Why all of a sudden are you
acting so innocent?  Did we say anything to make you suspicious?"

   "Shut up, Prudence," said Paula.  "This is not the time.  You need to
get to work."

   "I'm sorry," said Prudence, "but I'm thinking this doesn't feel right,
Paula.  What if we're making a mistake?  None of the others acted like
this?"

   "You ARE making a mistake," said the naked Jerry from beneath her. 
"This is all a misunderstanding.  Please let me go."

   "No you don't," said Paula, glaring at Prudence.  "You're going to feel
better about this right now." She put her head down between his legs.

   In a moment, he was changed.  His eyes were looking up at the ceiling,
and his breathing was deep.  He didn't say a thing.  Paula lifted her head.

   "See, Jerry, you want us after all, don't you?" she said.

   Prudence turned to her and whispered.  "That doesn't mean anything,
Paula," she said.  "She told us that a blow job would turn him into putty."

   "Shhhh," whispered Paula.  "You're getting much too involved with this
guy.  He's like all the others.  He just has a different way of talking. 
He's going to do the same thing they all do.  And you're going to like it
like you always do."

   "But the others were sleazes," said Prudence.  "For some reason, he
sounds like a nice guy."

   "A nice guy?  What about his wife?" said Paula.  "He's cheating on her
despite what he says.  He's just a good actor, you chump.  Now let's finish
this job, OK?"

   "OK," said Prudence, "but I've got a bad feeling about this one."

   "Jerry," said Paula out loud.  "I see you're wilting a little, but my
mouth is going to take care of that in a second.  Keep your eyes on
Prudence.  She's going to do a little strip show for you."

   Jerry was back in a world of lust within seconds of Paula sucking him
in, and he watched Prudence taking her clothes off as if in a trance.  But
as Paula lifted her head and Prudence got on the bed to mount him, he came
back to life.

   "No!" he screamed and began thrashing around on the bed and pushing
Prudence away.  Paula came around and managed to sit down hard on his
stomach again.  There was a whooshing sound, and he stopped screaming and
writhing and lay still.  She did it twice more, and he lay on the bed
helpless, with a pained expression on his face.

   "Can you hear me?" said Prudence.  "What's wrong?  I'm just going to get
on you and go for a ride.  I know you like it that way.  Oops.  I shouldn't
have said that.  But I don't think you heard.  Can you hear me?"

   He didn't say anything, but he nodded.

   "Then tell me why you are fighting me?" she said.  "You didn't fight
Paula when she was sucking you.  What's wrong?"

   He moved his mouth, but the sound was so soft, she couldn't hear it. 
"Say that again," she said and leaned over to put her ear next to his
mouth. He moved his lips again.

   She sat up.  "It sounded like a word beginning with 'S,'" she said
looking at him.  He was nodding.  Prudence leaned down to his ear again.

   "STD," she said loudly when he moved his lips again.  "Is that right,
Jerry?  You just said STD." He nodded up and down like a wobble doll.

   "OK, let me get this right," said Prudence.  "You are telling me that
you are worried that I have an STD.  Is that it, you bastard.  I'm a lot
cleaner than you are, you cheating, lying, son of a bitch.  I should --"

   "Cool it, Prudence," said Paula.  "We're not getting anywhere like this.
You are such a baby.  Now you see what he's really like.  But she told us
he was clean, so we don't have to worry.  Just get on with it."

   "OK," said Prudence.  "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Jerry.  I shouldn't
care what you think of me.  But I need to get riding.  Won't you believe me
that I'm clean?"

   He shook his head.

   "Why are you so hung up about this?" she said.  "If you are screwing
strangers, you are always taking chances, even if you use a rubber."

   He mouthed a word.

   "It looks like you're saying STD again," said Prudence.  "No, you're
shaking your head.  It's another word that begins with 'S.' I'm right.  OK,
I'm leaning down.  Say it again.

   "Oh, you said Simone, your wife.  Let me think.  Oh, now I get it.  You
are still the good husband and doing this against your will, right?  And
you are worried that you'll contract an STD that you might give your wife?
Right?  You're really nodding.  That's it.  OK, I'll play along with this
fantasy.  How about if I put a rubber on you?  Would you agree to that?

   "How stupid I am?  Of course, I'll put a rubber on you before I fuck
your brains out, Jerry.  You will still be the good husband who was
overpowered by the bad lady, and you'll have yourself a good time, like you
always do.  Don't shake your head, you liar.  Paula, hand me a rubber."

   "Wait a second," said Paula.  "I just thought of something.  I'm going
to bounce on him a couple of times to make sure he doesn't move, and then
I'm going to his pants.  Here it is, his wallet.  What have we here? 
Credit cards.  About a hundred and fifty in cash.  But what is this little
bulge in the pocket?  What do you know?  It's a rubber, all ready for
emergencies.  What do you think of your intuition now, Prudence?"

   "Jerry," said Prudence, waving his rubber in front of his eyes, "you are
the world's greatest liar.  Does Simone know you have a rubber handy for
your business trips?  You think it will protect you?  Whatever.  OK, Paula,
suck him up again.

   "There, that didn't take long.  Let's get this on you.  Stop resisting
or I'll have Paula sit on you while I mount you bareback.  She's got you so
hard, you're going to stay that way for a while, especially once you feel
me slamming down on you.

   "There, I've got it on you.  You need to spend more on rubbers, Jerry.
It feels all dry and dusty.  Now get ready for the cowgirl.  Here we go!"

   Jerry didn't resist anymore, and Prudence went to work on him.  She
rubbed her large, round breasts on his chest, licked his earlobes and
caressed him as she watched his eyes.

   "He seems to be responding to me, even though he's trying not to," she
said to no one in particular.  "Jerry, if you weren't such a cheater, I
think we'd be good together.  Too bad."

   While she was pleasuring him, she was pleasuring herself by lifting off
of him and then coming down and thrusting his large, aroused penis into
her. She gradually picked up the speed.  He didn't seem to get more
excited, but she did.  Finally, she stopped and sat on him.

   "OK, Paula," she said.  "I'm almost there.  I've got to stop now before
I go all the way over.  Help me."

   She lay down on top of Jerry and pushed her hands under him.  With her
efforts and Paula pushing at them, they managed to roll her and Jerry over
so Jerry was on top of Prudence, who now wrapped both her arms and her legs
around him, holding him tight.

   "Now it's time for you to do the work, Jerry," she said.  "We're almost
done.  I want you to pound me like I pounded you.  Come on.  Get going. 
OK, Paula will have to help you.  Do you feel her stroking your balls.  Now
she's grabbing them and giving them a little squeeze.  There, you felt
that, didn't you?  I can feel everything through you, Jerry.

   "Time to start.  If you don't, Paula is going to squeeze harder and
harder, like that, and if you keep resisting, you may not be able to make
any babies like you told me you wanted to.  There, that got you going.  OK,
that's a good motion.  We just need to capture a couple of minutes.

   "Now, Paula's going to do something I know you really like.  Do you feel
her finger going into your ass and feeling around inside of you?  There,
she found it, your prostrate, and wow!  You really do come hard, don't you?
You almost had me coming, too, but not quite.  So you're going to have to
finish me now.

   "So let's wait until you're soft.  It's taking a long time.  If you
weren't such a rat, I'd be excited, because I love it when a man can keep
going.  There, it's slowly getting softer and coming out of me.  Paula is
gently taking the slimy old rubber off of you making sure not to spill a
drop.  Now you need to slide down my body.  If you need help from Paula
squeezing your balls, she'll be glad to get you moving.  There, now you can
stop.

   "You see what you're going to do now, don't you?  There's my hairy
vagina staring right at you, all destroyed by your big dick but still
aching for an orgasm, or maybe more than one.  It's sweaty and smelly, but
something is missing, because you are were so thoughtful and wanted to
protect your wife from getting STDs.  Well you did, because you used a
rubber, but now that you're out of me and can't get infected, Paula is
taking your rubber full of semen and pushing it into my vagina and emptying
all your semen into me so that your snack will be more flavorful.

   "Done, Paula?  OK, you can start now, Jerry.  Just do your best and
swallow the white stuff when you need to.  I'll be patient, because I know
you may gag a few times.  But we'll get through it.

   "I see you're wiggling your ass around.  No, you are not going to get
rid of Paula's finger inside you.  Start licking now.  OK, you decided to
do it slowly around my crotch.  I actually like that, but eventually you're
going to have to get your face into the gooey stuff.  Do you feel Paula? 
She's pushing a lot of lube into your ass.

   "Now she's moving her finger in and out of you slowly.  I want you to
match her pace with your tongue.  That's it.  Now slowly bring that tongue
to where it needs to be.  Oh, I felt that.  Paula must have put her second
finger into you.  That's it.  Just adjust to it.  You need to focus on
where your tongue is.

   "You're doing great, Jerry.  If you weren't such a miserable low life
and I had met you before Simone, we might have been really compatible. 
Oooh.  That was amazing.  You really opened me up.  I hear you choking a
little.  I guess a bunch of your stuff must have gone into your mouth.  I
hope you enjoy the meal.

   "Oh, that was a big reaction.  You really felt Paula's third finger go
in, didn't you?  She's slowing down for a while for you to adjust.  OK,
Paula, he doesn't like it, but he's handling it.  You can start going
faster again.

   "Do you feel her fingers going in and out, Jerry.  That's it, keep up
with her pace.  Soon there will be four.  And boom -- there they are.

   "I can tell that you're hurting, but you're taking it like a man.  Too
bad you're such an asshole.  There's a lot to admire about you, Jerry.  I'd
almost feel bad about what we're doing if -- well, you've heard it already.
I'm going to concentrate on getting off now and just letting go.

   "You need to focus on me, but also on trying to keep your ass as loose
as possible for the four fingers, because you know that soon Paula is going
to have her whole fist in there, and then she'll move the whole thing in
and out until you're hurting so much that you lose all control.  And I'll
feel it, and it will get me off.  Did you ever meet anyone as sick as me,
Jerry?  Don't answer that with your mouth full.  Ha ha.

   "I think you've figured out that this isn't about me and Paula, Jerry.
It's about you and Simone.  No, why are you stopping all of a sudden.  Do
you want Paula to squeeze again.  Squeezing and fisting together really
hurts.  That's it now.  Keep going, but listen to me.

   "I think the four fingers are finally getting to you, Jerry.  You took
them for a long time like a man, but now you are crying like a baby.  It's
all right.  I feel the tears in my vagina, and it's making me hornier.

   "Yes, Jerry.  The reason you don't have to pay for sex with us is
because Simone paid for it already.  Yes, your darling Simone knows you've
been cheating, and she hired our agency to get the proof.  We offer a
unique service that she found out about.

   "We don't just spy on people, like other private detectives.  High
Fidelity Detection helps the guilty prove their guilt, usually by using our
bodies.  So you're right, we are hookers in a way.  But we are doing it to
help wives whose husbands cheat.  Of course, we get a lot of money for it,
too.

   "In your case, you were doing fine until we found the rubber in your
wallet.  Before that, your only crime was in agreeing to come up here.  So
your punishment would only have been what you're doing now, licking your
come out of my vagina until I come.

   "But the rubber was the evidence that condemned you to Paula's fist. 
Simone is going to get videos of everything, including your punishment. 
We've got cameras set up all around the bed shooting everything from every
angle, and you'll bring the videos back to her on a flash drive so she can
watch them.

   "Yes, I hear you crying into my vagina.  And I heard that scream, too.
Paula must have pushed her fist into you up to the wrist.  Let's rest for a
minute while I tell you more, and then we can finish.  You can stop crying.
She's not doing anything right now.  I think your tears are fake anyway,
because you were handling the pain pretty well until all of a sudden you
decided to put on an act.  You win the award for best actor in a cheating
role.

   "You're lucky you're a better liar than most of our sleazy clients. 
Some of them incriminate themselves so much that they get both of Paula's
hands inside their anus and even Paula's arm in all the way to the
shoulder, or two arms, or two arms and a whipping.  You're getting off
lightly because you were so smooth and hid your real personality so well
until we found the rubber.

   "Once Paula starts up again, she's going to slowly pull out her fist and
then slowly push it back in again.  She'll gradually increase the tempo,
and as she does, I want you to increase yours with your tongue.  The way I
feel now, it won't take long, and I think I'm going to come at least five
times.  As soon as I start coming, Paula will stop and slowly pull out of
you until I'm done.

   "When I recover, I'm going to start milking you.  I'll use both hands
and pull your penis and your balls roughly while she inserts a finger and
finds your prostate to stimulate you.  Then I'm going to really grab the
penis hard and whack you off.  I'll be scraping your penis with my dry
hands.  The idea is to rub it raw, and some of the skin may even come off.
You'll have red patches that hurt if you just touch them.  But Paula's
finger will see to it that you don't get soft, and finally, she'll push
your magic button, and as I'm squeezing down hard while I pump your penis,
some semen will start dribbling out of you, even though you won't feel any
pleasure.

   "After you've licked the come from my hand, we'll be done and get you
dressed and out of here.  You'll get all videos to take home to Simone. 
She has some blue pills for you that will keep you hard as a rock, even
though sex is the last thing you'll want.  And then she's going to ride you
and have as many orgasms as she wants while she scrapes your raw penis
until you're screaming and crying like a baby again.

   "That will be the final punishment to endure if you want to stay married
to Simone.  She's willing to keep you after you've been punished by us and
by her.  She told us she's looking forward to working everything out.

   "That's right, Jerry.  Keep crying.  You don't deserve a wife like
Simone, who is spending a lot of money just to keep you instead of dumping
you like she should.  Maybe you're not faking it now.  You're anticipating
all the pain, aren't you?  You're just a whiny little cheater after all.  I
misjudged you.  I thought you were more of a man when we started, but now
you're crying more than any man we've ever worked on.  You're just a weak
little sissy after all when you have to face the music.  OK, Paula, you can
start now."

   All through the painful milking, Jerry never stopped sobbing.  When the
women got up from the bed, he lay there in the fetal position and continued
to cry.  They watched him for a few minutes.

   "He's really gushing," said Prudence.  "I'm worried he might get
dehydrated if he doesn't stop."

   "Don't worry," said Paula.  "I know what to do." She went over to him
and put one hand behind his head and gently lifted it until he was facing
her.  He was still crying and shaking.  She viciously slapped him across
his face twice and then put her face inches from his and yelled, "Snap out
of it, Jerry.  It's over.  You're wasting your tears.  Nothing else is
going to happen until you get home.  Let's get you dressed and to your room
so you can recover."

   He didn't respond to her at all other than wincing when she slapped him.
When she let go of him, he collapsed once more, and the sobbing continued.

   The women looked at him for a while longer.  "We've got to do
something," Prudence finally said.  "Let me try something different." Still
naked, she sat down next to him on the bed and struggled to lift his head
and upper body.  She finally succeeded in pulling him to her and placing
his head on her ample breasts.  She began gently stroking his head.

   "It's all right, Jerry," she said.  "It's all over here, and when you go
home it will be all over as soon as you make love to Simone.  It will hurt
a lot because your penis is bruised and raw.  But you will heal, and then
you and Simone will rebuild something much stronger, and it will last the
rest of your life.  You'll have children, too, and I could tell when we
were talking downstairs how much you're looking forward to that and how
much you'll love your children.

   "Yes, Jerry, you'll have lots of good things from now on.  You'll be a
good father and a faithful husband.  Except for running around on Simone,
you're a pretty decent guy.  I wish I had someone in my life as decent as
you are.  What's that you're saying?  I can't understand you when you're
sobbing like that.  Try to control yourself so you can tell me.  That's it.
Having your head on my breast like this, makes me feel good for some
reason, Jerry.  I feel like a mother comforting her little child who
scraped his knee.  OK, now try again.  What do you want to say?

   "What does RP mean?  Royal Pimps?  Why are you telling me that?  I
should look at the rubber?  Oh you mean the package.  OK, here it is in the
wastebasket.  Oh, I see, there's a big "RP" on it, written with a black
marker.  OK, sit up, Jerry.  No more talking in code.  We promise to sit
here and listen.  Take as long as you want, just as long as you agree to
get dressed when you're finished and go back to your room.

   "By the way, you know that if you don't bring the videos home to Simone,
we've got copies, and she'll get them anyway.  I know you're too smart to
even think about throwing the videos away, but some of our men have, so I'm
telling you anyway.  Now what do you want to tell us?  Speak up.  We can't
hear you when you're whispering like that."

   "RP stands for Royal Pimps," he said, looking at them mournfully.  He
had stopped crying and was speaking softly but clearly, with no emotion in
his voice, although it sounded like he was holding himself back.  "That was
our secret society in high school.  My friends and I pretended we were hot
lovers, and to prove it, each of us always kept a condom in his wallet. 
The funny thing is none of us lost our virginity until college, but we
always kept the rubbers, even though the packages were old and worn.  We
present them to each other in our special club salute whenever we see each
other, and then we have a big laugh."

   "Is that it?" said Paula.  "That's all that's bothering you?  You just
want us to believe your phony rubber story?"

   "Wait a minute, Paula," said Prudence.  "That rubber was pretty old and
decayed.  Why would he carry it around?  Is that all you want to tell us,
Jerry?  I have a feeling there's something else you want to say.  I can
tell you're really taking this hard.  I don't want you to do anything
foolish.  Would you like me to hold you again for a while until you're
ready to talk.  I really don't mind."

   "No," said Jerry.  "Thanks, Prudence.  I can tell you are a good person
despite what you did to me.  It's not your fault, but Simone lied to you.
She knows I've never been unfaithful to her, but I think she's cheating on
me.  She's been acting strangely for a few months, and I've suspected it,
but I hoped she would end the affair.  Now I know our marriage is over." He
began to weep softly.

   "No, you're wrong, Jerry," said Prudence.  "I was there with Paula when
Simone hired us.  We talked a long time.  She just wanted to stop your
cheating.  She really loves you, but your cheating was hurting your
marriage."

   "I know that's what she told you," said Jerry.  "She's so good at lying
that I think she even believes her own lies sometimes.  But it doesn't
matter.  It's not your fault.  You were just doing your job.

   "A couple of weeks ago a friend of mine at work told me to be careful on
my next business trip.  I asked him what he meant, and he said he didn't
mean anything except that I should be careful.  I finally got him to tell
me that he thought I was cheating on my trips.  I asked him if he really
believed I would ever cheat on Paula, and he said he didn't until his wife
told him I did.

   "He said Paula had told his wife that she knew I was cheating on her and
she was having me followed to get proof.  His wife asked if Paula had any
proof, and she said no, but she was going to get some for sure on my next
trip.  That's why my friend was warning me.  I didn't think anything about
it, because I never cheat on her.  Now I know what she was talking about.

   "She's not going to force me to do anything when I get home.  I wish she
would, but all she wants is the video to show me that I'm the same as she
is.  It will give her the excuse to leave me.  She could have done it
anyway, but she can't stand the idea that I'm true to our marriage vows.

   "I've been lying, too.  I've been lying to myself, telling myself that
she would come to her senses and we could go on.  When the two of you
started abusing me, I thought you were psychopaths, and I was trying to be
cooperative so you wouldn't mutilate me or kill me.  But when you told me
she was the one who hired you, I realized it was over, and I lost control
and broke down.  I'm sorry.  But I think I'm ready to get dressed now."

   "Good," said Paula.  "Listen, Jerry, I hope you realize that Prudence
and I were doing this professionally, and we've got nothing against you
personally, no matter what we said.  We acted in good faith and did our
little play because we thought it would save your marriage.  We are just
actors after all -- or as you realized, we really are kind of hookers."

   "I'm not holding it against you, Paula," he said, "You were just doing
the job Simone hired you to do."

   Prudence said nothing as she watched him get dressed.  But when he stood
up shakily, she walked over to him and pushed him back down on the bed.  As
he sat up, she sat down next to him.  She was still naked.  She turned to
him and kissed him hard on the lips and then pulled him violently to her
and embraced him tightly as she began sobbing loudly over his shoulder. 
Paula stared at her.  Jerry looked straight ahead.

   Finally, Prudence stopped crying, sniffed a few times and let Jerry go.
She pushed herself away from him on the bed.  "Godammit, Jerry," she said,
"if I find out you are acting right now, I'm going to kill you, and then
I'm going to kill myself for being such a sucker.  But my gut feeling is
that you're telling the truth.

   "I'm going to do my own private investigation to make sure.  Because if
you're telling the truth, I don't care what Paula says, what we did was not
in the contract.  Maybe the physical part was, but we did it thinking we
were doing it for a certain reason, and if that reason turns out to be a
lie, then for me the contract is a lie, and I have to return my share of
the payment.  I would return it to you, of course, because I don't think
I'll ever see Simone again.  Well, I'll be watching her for a while, but I
mean I won't see her face to face.

   "And if you're telling the truth, that means you'll be getting divorced,
and that will give me the chance to make this up to you.  I'm retiring from
the hooking detective profession as of right now.  I don't ever want to do
a job like this again.  I guess I'm just not cut out for this kind of work.

   "When I told you before that I could really go for you if you weren't a
lying cheat, I was telling the truth.  I don't know if you can ever forgive
me, but if you and your wife split, I'll know about it, and you'll hear
from me.

   "If that happens, I will try with all my might to prove to you that I'm
a different woman than the one you met today, that maybe I'm not worthy of
you, but that maybe I'm ready to devote my life to trying to become that
way, that I love children and want to have yours and that I want to make
amazing love with you, with no pain or humiliation.

   "Do you believe me, Jerry?  I know I'm sounding crazy.  You probably
still think I'm a psychopath.  I just met you for the first time tonight,
and all I've done was talk to you in the bar for two hours.  Well, not
counting what I did to you here.  Yes, I'm crazy, but you have to believe
me.  Or else tell me right now you don't believe me, so I don't come
crawling to beg you to let me into your life."

   He was quiet for a few seconds.  Then he said, "I don't believe you,
Prudence," and both Paula and Prudence inhaled sharply.

   Prudence stared at him for a minute, and then screamed at him.  "You
bastard, Jerry," she yelled.  "I should slap you harder than Paula did.  I
saw that little tic at the corner of your mouth.  You are the world's worst
liar."
   He opened his arms as she moved to him.  

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