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Post-Nuptials



   By Ed Rider



   It had been three weeks since Eugene and Audrey had sex, and he was
ready to explode.

   He had tried everything, from subtle hints to fancy dinners.  Gradually,
he got increasingly direct.  Tonight, he had coated his request in
flattery, with a touch of humor, ribaldry and raw desire, and she still
turned him down.

   "Are you playing some kind of game with me?" he said.

   "No."

   "Then what's wrong?"

   "I'm not in the mood."

   "You haven't been in the mood for three weeks." He waited for her to
respond.

   Audrey was a woman of few words in private.  The first time he met her
was at a party, and she was charming and chatty.  But on their first date,
he sweated blood to extract a response.  So he was used to her terseness.

   "What's wrong?" he said.

   "Nothing."

   "Why won't you have sex with me?"

   "I don't feel like it."

   "Shouldn't you see a doctor?"

   "No."

   "But we can't go on like this?"

   "Why not?"

   "Wait a minute.  We used to have sex two or three times a week.  We
celebrated our 10th anniversary last month.  And all of a sudden, you have
no interest in me?"

   "I didn't say I have no interest in you."

   "But you just said you don't care if we go on like this.  You're
contradicting yourself."

   "No, I'm not.  I have an interest in you."

   "But you don't have an interest in having sex with me."

   "Right."

   "Do you have any idea how this lack of interest started?"

   "No."

   "When did you first realize you didn't desire me anymore?  Was it
something I did?"

   "No, it wasn't something you did, and I don't know when I first realized
it."

   "Was it exactly three weeks ago, or earlier?"

   "Earlier."

   "How much earlier?"

   "I don't know exactly?"

   "Was it more than a month?"

   "Yes."

   "Was it more than three months?"

   "Yes?"

   "Wait a minute.  Was it more than a year?"

   "Yes?"

   "But why didn't you say anything before this?"

   "Because, I didn't want a divorce."

   "But now you do."

   "I'm fine with the way things are."

   "Wait.  I want to go back so I get this straight.  Has it been more than
five years?"

   "Yes."

   "More than 10 years?"

   "Yes."

   "Did you ever desire me?"

   "I wanted to marry you, didn't I?"

   "You didn't answer the question."

   "No, I didn't desire you sexually."

   "Then, why did you marry me?"

   "There were other things about you I desired.  And you desired me."

   "Back to divorce.  Did you say you don't want a divorce?"

   "No, I said I'm fine with the way things are.  But if you want a
divorce, I won't fight it."

   "You can't anyway in California.  Everything's split 50-50.  I wonder
what the jury would say in a different state about you deceiving me for
more than 10 years.  You say you don't mind staying together.  What am I
supposed to do?"

   "I don't mind if you go to whores, since I won't have to worry about
catching anything.  It's none of my business."

   "What about you?"

   "It's none of your business."

   "Have you been seeing another man?"

   "It's none of your business."

   "That's right.  You seem to know the law, too, Audrey.  If you're seeing
someone else, all I could do is divorce you, which you don't mind, because
you'd get half of everything.  But why wouldn't you want to be with him --
unless maybe he's married.  I don't really give a damn, anyway."

   "Is this conversation finished?"

   "Yes, Audrey, I'm only going to say this once, but I have to say it. 
You are a cold-hearted bitch, but a hell of an actress.  Do you have a
lawyer?"

   "Yes, it's Portia."

   "Oh yeah, your friend.  So she's been advising you.  I always thought
she was a nice person and felt sorry for her because her asshole husband
runs after every skirt he sees.  I've never done that to you.  It looks
like you're about to yawn.  OK, we'll let the lawyers do the talking."



   For some reason, Eugene procrastinated.  He woke up the next morning
feeling like a dead man.  Everything he had taken for granted had turned
out to be wrong.  It was as if he were a ghost in his own marriage.  He
walked around in a daze day after day.

   He took care of his needs with some nice looking call girls, but he felt
like an animal being serviced and got little pleasure from them.  He was
starting to think that his whole life was a lie, and a couple of times the
thought of ending it even crossed his mind.  The realization that Audrey
would inherit the entire estate stopped those impulses.

   He alternated in feeling sorry for Audrey because apparently ice flowed
in her veins instead of blood to feeling tremendous anger and rage that she
had cheated him out of true happiness.

   He was sitting in a Starbucks bent over his double shot one afternoon
when he felt someone's eyes on him.  He looked up to see Portia gazing at
him from a nearby table.  When she saw him looking back, she smiled until
she saw his face turn dark.  He got up and headed for the door.

   "Wait!" she shouted as he was walking down the street.  He stopped and
she ran up to him.

   "I know I haven't seen a lawyer yet, Portia," he said.  "Don't ask me
why."

   "I feel so bad for you, Eugene," she said.  He looked at her, and her
eyes were moist.

   "OK, fine, Portia," he said.  "I'm not blaming you for representing
Audrey.  She's your friend.  But I shouldn't be talking to you.  I don't
know what she told you, but I'm still in shock, and I might say things that
you could use against me.  So goodbye."

   "I'm not representing Audrey anymore," Portia said.  "I can't tell you
anything she told me because it was privileged, but when I started to ask
her some questions, she clammed up.  The next day she called and told me
she decided to use another lawyer because we've known each other as
couples. But she doesn't really need a lawyer anyway.  I think she knows
family law as well as I do."

   "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you how badly I felt for you, and I also
wanted you to know that I'm divorcing Jake.

   "I'm sorry," said Eugene.  "Actually, I take that back.  I'm happy for
you, because you've always seemed too nice a person to be punished with a
husband like Jake.  I'm sure you're going to find a wonderful man the
second time around."

   "I hope so," said Portia.  "And I wish you the same with your second
wife."

   "Oh, I don't know if I'll ever trust a woman again," he said.

   "Don't say that," she said.  "Audrey is not your average woman.  When
Jake and I used to get together with the two of you, we would talk about
business, and I found out she's totally amoral.  That's one reason why
she's been so successful.  She won't do anything illegal, but only because
the risk is too great.  But she'll do anything short of illegal to come out
ahead, including cheat.  It's not even something she thinks about.  She's a
special woman.  I don't think that came out right."

   "No, it's true," he said.  "She certainly is something special." He
laughed a hollow laugh.  "Thanks for your good wishes.  I'll see you
around."



   He called Portia a week later and asked her for a referral.

   "Would you think it strange if I suggested myself?" she said.

   "Could you do that?" he said.

   "I'd have to get permission from both Audrey and her lawyer," she said.
"But if you like the idea, I'll try."

   The next day, she called and said, "They both said they didn't care, so
if you want me, I'm yours.  I should tell you that it's pretty cut and
dried.  Audrey has prepared pretty well."

   "What do you mean?" he said.  "In this state, there's not much she or I
can do?"

   "You're wrong," said Portia.  "When you come in, I'll tell you what
she's done to you.  But you're right that there's not much you can do now.
Can you come in early tomorrow.  I'm all booked up, but I'll come in an
hour before my first appointment if you want."

   The next morning, she told him, "We don't have much time, but before we
talk about anything else, I need to tell you about the 10-year rule.  When
Audrey consulted me, I asked her if she knew about it, but she didn't
answer me.  I could tell she did, though."

   "What are you talking about," said Eugene.

   "I thought you didn't know," said Portia.  "In simple terms, if a woman
is married to a man for 10 years in California, she gets a huge advantage
in a divorce.  It could be the man, too, like when the woman is a wealthy
movie star.

   "After 10 years, the court considers the spouse more of an integral part
of whatever success the other partner achieved, and entitled to more.  So
Audrey will receive from you, in addition to half your joint assets,
payments that allow her to live in the same style that she's been
accustomed to."

   "So she stuck it out with me for 10 years so she could hit the jackpot,"
said Eugene.

   "Well, she can point out that when you were married, both of you had
nothing except student loans to pay off," said Portia, "but everyone who
knew you in school felt you had a high probability for success."

   The talked about legalities, options, timing and costs, and the hour was
soon almost gone.  "I haven't even had a chance to get your history," said
Portia, "but if you like fish, you can come over tonight and we can work
during dinner."

   "Thanks," said Eugene, "but I know you like Indian, so I'm picking some
up on the way over.  And I know we're sort of friends, but I insist that
you bill me for tonight."

   "OK," said Portia, "but I won't bill you for the chewing and swallowing
time, although we do have a computer program in the office that does that."



   Dinner was a group therapy session.  First, Eugene told Portia his life
story.  He broke down several times when he told her how he met and fell in
love with Audrey and about their seemingly happy marriage.  Now he was
beginning to notice some tell-tale signs, such as her postponing starting a
family, but he still couldn't understand how someone could pretend to love
someone else for 10 years.  And he blamed himself for not seeing through
her.

   Portia tried to comfort him.  She told him about some of her unusual
family law cases, and said that she had handled more than a dozen cases
where the wife not only didn't love the husband, but used him as a
baby-making money machine.  Once the kids were out of college, she quickly
divorced the husband, who often had no clue that she had never loved him.

   Then Portia told him her story, about how she found out that Jake had
started cheating within a year after their marriage.  Though she was tough
as nails at work, she was afraid to face her personal failure and get her
own divorce.  She bitterly talked about some of the humiliation she put up
with for years.

   "You know, it was Audrey coming in to see me that finally pushed me to
do what I should have done eight years ago," she said.  She was thoughtful
for a moment and took a deep breath.

   "Eugene," she said, "I'm hesitating to tell you this, because it makes
no difference to your legal situation.  But I can't help thinking of you
more as a good friend than a client, and I know that somehow or other you
will find out, and then it will be another shock.  I think hearing this
from me here tonight will soften it a little bit.  But you have to promise
me you won't do anything rash if I tell you."

   "What are you talking about, Portia?" he said.  "It's something about me
and Audrey, isn't it?  I'll bet it's another man.  I've been thinking
there's got to be something else, unless Audrey is a sexless robot.  But I
don't care who he is at this point, and I'm not angry at him.  I guess I'm
curious, that's all.  So I won't track him down and kill him, if that's
what you're worried about."

   "It's a little different than you think," said Portia.  "Did you have
any idea that Audrey was bisexual?  The other man is really a woman, and
her name would mean nothing to you, so I'm not even going to tell you. 
Audrey never talked to me or her other friends about her friend, but we
found out and know all about them.  They've been together at least eight or
nine years."

   "A woman," he said.  "I was thinking back and could never remember
Audrey flirting with another man.  But I never would have guessed it was a
woman, because of how she was with me in bed.  Of course, now I realize
that was just an act, but I still can't get over how good an act it was."

   "Does that upset you more than a man?" said Portia.  "Are you
homophobic?"

   "No," he said.  "It makes no difference who it was.  She's the one I'm
angry at.  Actually, I'm thinking she's not bisexual.  Since she didn't
like sex with me and never sought out another man, she must be a lesbian.
That means she was even a better actress than I thought."

   "I never told anybody, but when we first met, Audrey came on to me,"
said Portia.  "I think it was either before she knew her lady friend, or
they weren't really together yet.  She got me all red in the face at lunch
one day when she was trying to seduce me and tell me it would make no
difference to our husbands because she wasn't a man.

   "I didn't know what to do, so I told her I was flattered, but I couldn't
do that to Jake and you.  I already knew Jake was running around, so I was
really thinking of you, and I really felt sorry for you then.  Afterward, I
thought to myself that I should have told her I wasn't bisexual so there
were no misunderstandings.  But then I heard about her and her friend, and
they've been monogamous as far as I can tell.

   "I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have used that word considering how she was
deceiving you.  Whenever Jake and I got together with Audrey and you, I
enjoyed your company, but I always had a tear in my eye when we went home,
because I felt so bad for you.  There, that's all of the true confessions I
can think of for tonight.

   "Thank you, Portia," he said.  "Despite the psychodrama, this has been a
wonderful evening.  I hope I haven't intruded on your private life.  I feel
that because of your friendship, I'm getting much more from my lawyer than
I'm paying for."

   She ignored his words, but he saw her wiping a tear from her eye. 
"Speaking of money," she said, "I want to wind this up quickly, because the
more I drag it out, the more it will cost you.  I think I have all the
information I need for now.  I'll call you if there are any questions, and
when I'm ready to lay everything out for you, my secretary will schedule an
appointment."



   The call came two weeks later.  The secretary said that Audrey was
overbooked for the next week but didn't want to delay seeing him, and would
it be all right if they met at her house for dinner the next night.  He was
not to bring anything, except a bottle of wine.

   After the plates had been cleared, Portia put a large folder of papers
in front of her.  "This is it, and it's all ready to go whenever you want
to file," she said.  "I didn't date anything yet, and you can take your
time going through everything.  The news isn't good.  There's no legal way
she's not going to get half of everything, plus those healthy lifestyle
payments for staying with you 10 years.  I hope you can afford them.

   "By the way, even though I think I've researched every possible legal
way to change the settlement, I may have overlooked something, and I don't
mind at all if you take all these papers to another lawyer or two for their
opinions.  I've done all the work for them, so they can get the picture
quickly and shouldn't charge too much."

   "I'm sure I don't need to do that," he said.

   "Thanks for the vote of confidence," she said.  "I really wish I thought
there was even a slight chance for another lawyer to find something I
missed.  I feel so bad for you."

   "It's funny," he said, "listening to you right now, do you know what I
picked up on?  I think you said it twice, something to the effect that
there's no legal way to fight this.  What popped into my mind was, is there
an illegal way?"

   She laughed.  "Yes, I thought about that, too, when I was working on
this," she said.  "What could you do that might not be legal?  The only
thing I could think of was blackmail.  Do you want to hear what I was
fantasizing about?"

   "I'd love to," he said.

   "Well then, the consultation part of this evening is over, and we're
moving to the living room.  What I'm about to tell you has nothing to do
with my profession, and I'm not advising you in any way.  You're just going
to listen to the sick ravings of a demented mind.  Is that understood?"

   They sat down facing each other.  She looked at him and laughed again.
"You are so innocent and naive," she said.  "You would never be a good
lawyer.

   "I was thinking to myself, if you had something on her, you could use it
against her.  But what could it be?  It couldn't be her cheating on you
with her girlfriend, because this is a no-fault state, and she knows it. 
You could out her and maybe cause a little embarrassment, because it's
obvious she keeps that part of her life private.  But enough people already
know about it that you couldn't do much damage.  She probably knows that,
too.

   "That made me think of embarrassment.  Since we both know her so well,
we know that she is deathly afraid of any kind of mortification and
humiliation.  I'm sure she hasn't been able to hide that from you for 10
years.  So if there was a way you could threaten her with exposing
something that would embarrass her in front of the world, maybe you could
get rid of the extra payment.

   "That's where I got stuck in my blackmail scheme.  I can't think of
anything like that.  In your 10 years together, can you think of anything
she did that would make her vulnerable to humiliation or contempt if you
exposed it?"

   "No," he said.  "I'm excited about your extra-legal idea, but you're
right.  She was so protective of herself.  She would do strange things
sometimes just to avoid the slightest chance she could be embarrassed. 
I'll think about it some more, but I doubt I'll come up with anything."

   "Too bad," she said and laughed.  "I guess I won't lose my license for
helping you commit a crime after all."

   After that, the talk turned to their personal lives.  He still hadn't
found anyone he wanted to date and confessed that he had been using call
girls and feeling horrible about it.  She told him to be careful about
disease and said she felt sad about him being conflicted, but she also felt
glad, because it confirmed what she felt about his character.

   As for her, she had dates now and then, but she hadn't found someone she
wanted to see again, even though there had been some interest from a couple
of men.  When he left, she gave him a hug and kissed him on the cheek.  He
looked at her and saw her eyes were teary.

   "Don't worry about me, Portia," he said.  "I'll be all right.  I'm still
not ready to make a move, but now I know that once I can talk sense to
myself, it will go fast because of all the work you've done."



   That was the last time Eugene spoke to her for three weeks.  He couldn't
seem to drag himself out of the rut he was in.  One morning at the office,
he received a call from her, and she spoke fast in an excited voice.  "I've
got some interesting news for you," she said, "but I'm booked until about 9
tonight.  Can you meet me then.  I'll stay at the restaurant after my
meeting and call you as soon as I'm free and you can come over.  It's not
far from your house."

   When he sat down, he saw her eyes were blazing.

   "The restaurant's almost empty, but it doesn't close for an hour," she
said, "so we can have coffee and talk.  You won't believe this.

   "I've talked to Audrey five times in the last three days.  At first, I
wasn't going to tell you, but I decided I had to.  So I told her how much I
liked you, and I shouldn't even be talking to her because I was disgusted
with her for what she did to you.  She had no response other than shifting
right back to what she was interested in.  So I don't feel as guilty now
since she knows how I feel.  I'm still a bad girl, though." She giggled.

   "What?" he said.

   "First, her girlfriend dumped her.  Well, the way she put it was her
friend accepted a good job in another city without even thinking about her.
She said her friend knows how critical it is for her to stay in her career
path for the next few years.  She would lose everything by moving.

   "When she told me how inconsiderate and selfish her friend was, I
couldn't help telling her, 'It sounds to me like she's a cold-hearted bitch
who thinks only of herself.' She looked at me, and she knew exactly what I
was saying, but she ignored it.

   "Let me go back.  This all started with a call at work.  She was crying
so hard, I could barely understand her.  She pleaded with me to have dinner
with her that night, and I agreed, even though I don't consider her a
friend anymore.

   "She told me the whole story at dinner and had a good cry.  And then
things really got weird.  Guess who's the prospective replacement for her
lover?  You're looking at her.

   "I reminded her that I don't go that way, but she started in on how Jake
had used me, and how I obviously hadn't found anyone to replace him yet. 
Then she started up on how men just wanted one thing, and their brains were
between their legs.  She even mentioned you and your call girls, and that
got me really angry for some reason.

   "She told me she was loyal and would never cheat on a lover -- I guess
she doesn't count you as a lover -- and that she knows she could fulfill me
both physically and emotionally.  You know how persuasive she can be when
she's trying.  Well, she pulled out all the stops.

   "I didn't respond at all.  In fact, I kept shooting her down.  Finally,
I could see the restaurant was anxious to get rid of us, and I told her I
had to go.  She begged me -- right in front of the staff -- to see her the
next night and said she might do something drastic to herself if I
wouldn't. For some reason, I agreed.

   "I thought about her a couple of times during the next day, and I was
more prepared for her.  She wanted to come to my house, and I told her OK,
but no monkey business.  She promised.

   "I pretended that I was curious about lesbian sex and started asking
questions.  I got more and more specific.  You know how she clams up
whenever conversations get personal, but she told me every detail I wanted
to know about her and her lover: what they did, how they did it, how she
felt about her.  I think she thought it would help her seduce me.

   "It turns out that the Audrey we know is a lot different than the Audrey
in her relationship.  She was totally subservient to her partner, almost a
slave.  She even told me that her lover had betrayed her many times. 
Sometimes she was forced to watch her with another woman.  Sometimes she
forced Audrey to participate in degrading sex, and sometimes Audrey had to
put on shows for her with other women that also involved humiliation.

   "I couldn't believe my ears.  I told her, `You would never have put up
with something like this from Eugene.  How can you be so forceful and
self-confident in all your relationships at work and in your marriage and
let your lover do that to you?'

   "You know what she said.  She would do the same for me if I would take
her.  She would devote herself to making me love her by doing everything I
asked, no matter what.

   "I asked her if she really enjoyed being degraded, and she said, no, she
hated it.  She said she was sure I wouldn't be as cruel as her previous
lover, and she would teach me a pure love that was -- how did she put it --
so exciting that I would feel like I was exploding like a rocket and so
warm and comforting that no matter what happened to me at work, I would
know that she would heal me that evening.  What a sales pitch!

   "Now comes the part where I turn into an evil witch.  You know what I
thought about after the second meeting?  I thought, maybe there's some way
I can take advantage of her crazy infatuation and find a way for you to
blackmail her.  She gave me so much ammunition with the story of her
relationship.  There has to be something we could use.  And I found out
just how much she cares about her position and career, because even though
she was totally dominated by her girlfriend, she wouldn't destroy her
career to follow her.

   "I twisted and turned that information around in my mind so many ways,
you wouldn't believe it.  And I came up with some great schemes for you to
get revenge, or at least get a better deal on the divorce.  I feel so
strange.  I'm disgusted with myself and excited at the same time.  And I
couldn't wait to tell you."

   "I guess I'm slow," said Eugene, "because I don't see how we can do
anything?"

   "I'm always shutting down restaurants lately," she said.  "I can see
they want to go home.  Do you want to come over to my house?  Audrey's
still living with you, right?"

   "Yes, she is," he said.  "I stupidly haven't even looked at the papers
you gave me."

   "Well, don't look at them now." she said.  "I'll meet you at my house in
30 minutes."

   When she opened the door, Eugene saw that Portia had changed clothes. 
She wasn't wearing anything revealing, but the material of her dress was
clinging to her in a way that emphasized every curve.  He realized again
what a beautiful woman she was and wished he had met her before she had met
Jake and before he had met Audrey.

   She made some coffee, and then they started discussing conspiracies. 
"She knows how I feel about her and you," said Portia.  "I'm sure of it. 
But she knows what she wants, and that doesn't matter to her.  She's called
me a few times after the second meeting, and she's trying different
approaches, but each one has only one purpose.

   "What I was thinking is what if she did become obedient to me, and what
if I made her do some disgusting things, and what if I videotaped them.  At
first, I was thinking of doing the videos in secret, but then I thought,
why should I?  I'll even have her help me with setting up the cameras and
everything.  I won't hide anything.  Either she'll do it for me or she
won't.

   "If she does, I'll gather some really embarrassing video recordings of
her and give them to you, and you can use them against her.  I can't
believe I'm saying this."

   "What a fantasy!" said Eugene.  "You've got me excited.  I can't believe
you're even thinking of doing that for me.  You're such a wonderful
person!"

   "Please shut up with the wonderful person stuff, Eugene," said Portia.
"As you can see, I'm as evil and conniving a bitch as Audrey is."

   "I'm sorry, Miss Horrible Person," he said.  "But I will treasure the
thought that you would sacrifice yourself in such a disgusting way for me."

   "What do you mean?" she said.  "I would have a great time humiliating
her."

   "Yes, that part sounds good, but you're not thinking of the stuff that
goes with it," he said.

   "Like what?"

   "Like, you'd have to agree to be her lover.  And for her to agree to do
the humiliating stuff, you'd have to agree to do the other stuff with her.
I couldn't ask you to do that.  You told me yourself that it's not for
you."

   "Now I see what you're talking about, Eugene," she said.  "Yes, you're
right.  That's how I used to think a long time ago." She laughed.  "Yes,
last week.

   "But I've been thinking it over, and Audrey does make some points.  Like
I haven't really had a man approach me who I wanted to sleep with since
Jake and I split.  And I'm not like you -- or I should say like a man --
who can just hire someone to take care of my needs.

   "I've never desired a woman, but the idea of having sex with a woman
doesn't disgust me either.  I guess I'm neutral.  I'm looking at it as a
learning experience.  What is the downside?  She's not going to get me
pregnant or give me a disease.  Maybe I'll be turned off, but maybe I'll
enjoy it a little, maybe only because it will be so different.  I'm not
thinking this is going to be a sacrifice for me.  Do you find that
strange?"

   "Frankly, yes," Eugene said.  "I guess I will never understand how women
think.  So you are really ready to go through with this?"

   "Yes, I think I am, and part of my excitement is thinking about sharing
everything I do with you at my progress reports.  It like I'm Scheherezade
and telling you a new story each night, although we can't get together
every night.  I'm thinking about whether you'll be excited by my stories.
Maybe you'll get so turned on that -- I don't know -- maybe you'll lose
control and ...  I mean, maybe you'll have to call up one of your girls and
get together with her right away.  No, I don't want to watch." She laughed

   "Well, you have my blessing if you want to do this," he said.  "But I
have a feeling after you think about it for a while, you'll calm down and
be more rational.  This is too weird."

   "That's exactly what I was thinking," she said.  "I've got to go now.  I
have some early appointments.  I'll call you when I have something to
report."



   He didn't hear from Portia for two weeks and decided that she must have
gotten cold feet.  But whenever he thought about her and her scheme, it put
a smile on his face.  She was really a lot crazier than he had thought she
was.  Although they rarely exchanged a word, he saw Audrey around the house
occasionally, and she didn't look any different.  But then, he thought, she
never did look different.  She can hide anything.

   "I can't talk," said Portia's voice when he picked up her call.  She was
speaking so low, she was almost whispering.  "She's in the bathroom, and I
may hang up in a hurry.  I've got to see you.  You won't believe -- oops,
bye."

   The next morning, she called him at work.  "Audrey has a long evening
appointment tonight," she said, "and then she's going straight home.  But
just in case, let's meet at that Denny's outside the mall, I mean the big
mall right outside of town.  I'll see you at 7."

   She was once again wearing a dress that didn't show much but clung to
her so tightly that it really showed everything.  She is so sexy, he
thought, and she is glowing.

   "You look great," he said.  "Better than I've ever seen you."

   "I'm going to blush," she said.  "It's all because of lesbian sex.  It's
too bad you can never experience it.  I've had some amazing orgasms since I
last saw you, and I think it's improved my digestion, my skin and my
attitude.  I feel radiant."

   "You look radiant," he said.  "So it sounds like you've fallen in love
with Audrey."

   "Quite the contrary," she said.  "Lesbian love is great all right, but I
still need a big, hot -- oops.  I don't mean to be crude.  Anyway, let's
just say that I think I've experienced the best of what lesbian love
offers, and I really like it, but I like men more.  Each to his own.  So
are you interested in hearing about it?"

   They sat in the corner and barely ate their burgers as they talked
nearly four hours.  Every hour, he gave the waitress $15 to pour coffee and
keep people away.  The place was almost deserted anyway, so that wasn't
hard.

   As she told him her stories, she sometimes had to stop and laugh at the
expression on his face.  "Your jaw is going to fall all the way to the
floor," she said once.  Sometimes he had to laugh at some of the sillier
things she did and how seriously Audrey responded.  Sometimes they both
laughed at the same time, and once a delighted Portia leaned over and
impulsively kissed him on the cheek and said, "Even if nothing ever comes
of this, it was worth it to see you happy and smiling again."

   She told him how her strategy was to reject Audrey at first.  But sure
enough, Audrey persisted and gradually, Portia allowed herself to be worn
down.

   The first date was a riot.  Audrey was earnestly trying to create a
romantic mood of seduction, and Portia would torment her by playing
clueless.  The evening ended in frustration for Audrey.

   When they finally consummated on the third date, Audrey pulled out all
the stops and Portia climaxed at least eight times at her count.  She said
Audrey was in ecstasy.  For a while, she let Audrey take the lead and
introduce her to all the ways she could be pleasured, and she learned
quickly how to pleasure Audrey back.

   Then slowly Portia began taking command.  It started with her suggesting
some of her favorite things to Audrey, which Audrey eagerly responded to.
After a while, Portia directed their lovemaking sessions.  Sometimes Audrey
would make a request, and Portia would grant it.  She consciously lowered
the percentage of times she allowed Audrey to have what she wanted, and now
it was around 30 per cent, but Audrey hadn't complained yet.

   When Portia had absorbed everything Audrey could teach her, she started
trying other things that Audrey hadn't mentioned.  That's when she found
out there were things Audrey didn't like.  One of them was fingers in the
vagina, which she thought was too much like a man making love.  Fingers in
the anus were even worse.

   Audrey loved to give and receive cunnilingus, but she had a phobia about
touching her tongue anywhere below the vagina.  She was deathly afraid to
have any contact with Portia's anus or let Portia touch hers.  She told
Portia that it was even more disgusting than swallowing semen.  "But I
found out that she swallowed your semen for 10 years without complaining,"
said Portia, "so she can do anything if she has enough motivation."

   The other thing Audrey hated was anything that involved pain, even
slightly.  Her old girlfriend had enjoyed slapping her and spanking her in
their sessions, and she put up with it even though she hated it.  She told
Portia she was so glad that she wasn't sadistic, like her old lover.

   "I said that I had thought once or twice about spanking and slapping her
and squeezing her breasts after she told me about her old girlfriend," said
Portia.  "Would she mind if I tried it to see if it turned me on.  You know
what she said?  She said she knows I'm more loving, and she wouldn't mind
at all.  I tried a couple of spanks one time, and I could tell it bothered
her, but she didn't try to stop me.  She'll really do anything I say.

   "I think I'm at the end of the preliminary stage now, and I'm slowly
going to ask more often for things she doesn't like.  She's already agreed
to letting me make videos of our lovemaking.  In fact, we are learning how
to set up cameras and lighting now, and she's excited about editing the
videos together and watching them while we play with each other.  I
pretended to torment her, and I asked her how she'd feel if I showed the
videos to you.  She didn't say anything.  Whenever I bring up your name,
which isn't often, she clams up."

   They were swaying like two happy drunks when they left Denny's, even
though they'd only been drinking coffee and water.



   The next progress report took place at Portia's home in the living room,
where she showed Eugene some videos and added her comments.

   "Look at the expression on her face, when I stuck the third finger into
her vagina," said Portia.  "She's really disgusted and mortified.  See how
she's looking into the camera with that horrified expression.  She forgot
it was there.  When she remembered, she turned away and hid her face.  But
she forgot that the camera on the other side was still on her face.

   "And here I'm putting a second finger into her anus.  At first she's
hysterical, but I stroked her with my other hand until she calmed down. 
Notice, I never took the fingers out.  In a second I'll start moving them a
little.  I alternate the humiliation with sessions where I give her
everything she wants.  I wonder what she'd do if was mean to her all the
time.

   "Look at how red I got her ass in this video.  When I was spanking her,
I was thinking of you and how many spanks equaled a month of what she did
to you, and how many equaled a year.  You notice that even though she's
screaming like crazy, I have no sympathy at all.  I wasn't faking that for
the camera.  She told me after that session, she couldn't sit down without
pain for five days, so I think I'll have to cut back next time.

   "Slapping is the same.  You see, I can't slap her as much as I'd like,
because I'd injure her.  As I was slapping her, I was thinking, I wish I
could slap some sense into you so you'd beg your husband for forgiveness."

   When the videos were finished and Portia turned the lights up, Eugene's
eyes were glazed.  "Wake up!" she said.  "Show's over!"

   "I'm stunned," he said in a quiet voice.  "I can't believe that's
Audrey, that's the woman I'm still married to.  She looks the same as
Audrey, but she's nothing like Audrey."

   "That's the real Audrey," said Portia.  "Don't forget why I'm doing this
-- I mean in addition to enjoying every minute of it.  I'm so evil, and
you're so good." She grabbed his face and kissed him on the cheek.

   She smells so good, he thought.  I'd like to grab her and make love to
her right now.  It must be the videos that got me so worked up.  But I
can't ruin our friendship.  I'll call up someone when I leave.

   When he left her house, she said, "I've got a business trip next week,
and Audrey's going to join me at a resort on the weekend.  I'm thinking
about what I can do to humiliate her there.  I know she's modest, but I
think she's going to be buying some bikinis where I shop, so she's going to
have to let everything hang out.

   "I'll call you for another video session in two or three weeks.  By that
time, I hope I'll have what you need."



   She had everything he needed and more.  He watched videos of Portia
fisting Audrey in the vagina and anus day after day, each time in a
slightly different position.  Sometimes two hands were in one hole or the
other.  Sometimes one hand was in one hole, and the other in the second.  A
few times Portia managed to get her entire arm up to the shoulder into
Audrey's anus.  "I saw that online and didn't believe it," she said, "but
it can be done.  Did you notice that you can see Audrey's face in sharp
focus, but all you can see of me is my arms and hands some naked breast?  I
edited the video so it's Internet ready.

   The most horrible video was the one where she forced Audrey to eat her
anus out and pretend as if she loved the taste.  She told Audrey that she
hadn't washed there in two days and had been holding back just so Audrey
could really enjoy herself.  Audrey did an incredible job of acting right
after she almost threw up, but Portia wasn't satisfied.  She kept telling
her she wasn't making it sexy enough.  She had to act as if eating out
Portia's ass was the most thrilling thing in the world.

   Eugene was amazed that Audrey got better each time she did it, until by
the last take, he could almost believe she loved it if he hadn't seen the
earlier ones.  "That's the one we'll use right after I explain how dirty my
ass was," said Portia.  "Of course, I lied to her.  I cleaned myself out
really well before doing that scene.  I was so clean you could have eaten
dinner from inside me, so to speak.  But after I watched that one, I was so
disgusted that even I couldn't make her do that again."

   "Thank goodness," he said.  He was breathing heavily, and when he looked
at Portia, she was, too.  They sat there looking at each other for a few
minutes as they calmed down.

   Finally, he said, "Well, what next?"

   "I was thinking about that," she said.  "I would love it if you let me
present the case to her as your lawyer, although in this case I'm your
accomplice in extortion.  Is that OK?  I want to see her reaction.  You
know, although I know her sexual side pretty well now, she is so
unpredictable in other ways that I have no idea what she'll say."

   "You've got the job," he said.  "I'm actually relieved.  I don't know if
I'd have the guts to carry this off.  I'd much rather stay quiet and let
you do the talking."

   The next day they knew Audrey would be home at night, Portia called her
when she was leaving work and said she was coming over.  Audrey protested
that Eugene was home, but Portia said she had to see her right away and
wouldn't take no for an answer.

   He stayed in his home office until Audrey came and told him Portia
wanted him to join them.  He tried to keep a straight face.

   They sat down in the living room, and Portia went through her
presentation.  She explained it without any frills, from the plot to the
execution to the consequences for Audrey.  She would get 50 per cent of the
assets and no more.  Portia finished and looked at Eugene quickly, then
focused on Audrey.

   Audrey had ignored him the entire time and gazed only at Portia.  He
didn't see her face change expression once, even when Portia spoke in terms
so graphic that he was a little shocked.

   No one spoke for a while.  Then Audrey calmly turned to him.

   "I've been thinking about this, Eugene," she said, "and I've come up
with a solution.  None of us, especially me, is going to like it, but I
think it will work.  You will divorce me and marry Portia and have kids
with her.  I will have at least a few hours alone with her once a week
every week, except when she's on a family vacation.

   "As for the money, I don't care.  I'm making plenty.  I'll give you as
much of our assets as you want.  If you want more than 50 per cent, Portia
can decide how much you can get without the court getting suspicious that
you took advantage of me."

   Portia and Eugene looked at each other and looked at her.  Eugene
decided Audrey must be in shock and denial.  She was making no sense. 
Portia must have been thinking the same thing.

   "Maybe I need to go over some things again, Audrey," she said.  "I don't
think you understood what I was saying."

   "I understood you perfectly," said Audrey, "and you know I don't like to
waste time with a lot of hot air.  So I'll try to make my explanation
brief.

   "I figured you were making those videos for Eugene, and I didn't care.
Yes, I did originally plan to get extra money from our divorce, but now
that doesn't matter.  I don't care if Eugene and I stay married or get
divorced.  I think you love him, and he loves you, but I don't care if you
marry him or not.  All I care about is being with you for the rest of my
life, even if it's only once a week."

   "But that's not going to happen, Audrey," said Portia.  "Now you know
our fling was only for one purpose.  It's over."

   "Maybe," said Audrey, "but think about this.  Despite your threats, I
know you and Eugene would never put those videos on the Internet, because
you're both too decent to destroy someone that way -- even me.  But you
know I'm not like you.

   "You talked about editing yourself out, Portia, but you didn't notice
that I made copies of the originals on my computer when you were in the
bathroom.  They show your face as well as mine.  You wouldn't do it to me,
but if you tried to leave me, I think I might be capable of posting the
videos of us.  My life would be over anyway, so maybe I would drag you down
with me.

   "Maybe this will tell you how I feel.  When I watch those videos, I feel
nothing but pain and humiliation, and I want to tear you to pieces, Portia.
And then I see you, and I melt.  All I want to do is adore you.

   "I don't care what you make me do, even if it's a lot worse than you've
already done.  You can hate me for this and hurt me as much as you want. 
The only thing you can't do is leave me."

   She turned to Eugene.  "You know," she said, "I never could understand
your feelings for me, but I think now I may have some idea what real love
is.  No matter what she does to me, I will do anything to keep her, even if
it means sharing her with you.

   "I was never religious, as you know, but now I pray to God every night
to thank him for having Carol leave town so I could find the one person in
the world that I would do anything for."

   Audrey got up and went into the kitchen.  Eugene and Portia looked at
each other.  His mind was racing in every direction, and his head was
hurting from all the thoughts running through it.  He felt he should say
something, but he didn't know what to say.  Portia had a legal mind.  She
would think of something.  But she looked distraught and wasn't saying
anything either.

   After 15 minutes of silence, Audrey walked back in the room.  "Take as
long as you want," she said, "but until Portia asserts her authority, it
looks like I'm going to have to take charge for a while.  And I'm hungry,
so we're all going out for dinner.  We may be spending a lot of time
together from now on, and I need to practice being nice to Eugene for
Portia's sake.  I'm treating."

   She went to the door and turned around and looked at them expectantly.
Portia and Eugene looked at each other and then slowly got up.  

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