
                                                          A Friendly Wager

                                                                By dc2469

                                  This is a work of fiction, intended for adults only




I woke up to the feel of hands, on my rapidly hardening cock. Looking down I saw that 
the sheet had been thrown off of me, and there was a very engrossed Angie, with her 
hands wrapped around my cock. The wild mass of dark hair kept her face hidden. With 
my cock fully hard, she snuck a glance up at me. Blushing, she looked away.

I tangled my hand in her thick dark hair, and turned her face up to me. With her hands 
still moving on my cock, she looked up at me blushing. "You don't have to feel 
embarrassed Angie, if you want something you need to tell me or show me." Smiling, I 
said, "This just shows me that you are every bit as passionate as I knew you would be."

She looked relieved, and tried to look down again. With my hand in her hair, I moved her 
up my body, steering her so that she ended up lying on top of me. As I pulled her up, she 
let go of my now hard cock, and put her hands on the mattress by my head, raising her up 
away from my face.  Looking up into her eyes, I released her hair. The hair fell down 
around my head, like drawing a dark curtain. I felt her panting breath against my face. 
Slowly my vision started to adjust to the lack of light, in my very private hideaway, and 
her features started to come into view. I could feel her lying on top of me, soft and hot. 
With her arms strait, her belly and cunt were pressed against me hard, and her thighs 
were squeezing me.

"I'll let you in on a little secret, I know more about you then you think." A puzzled look 
came over her face. "Last night, before we met in the bar, I knew I had to have you, one 
way or another. See, I was seated at the table next to yours and Jon's. I heard the end of 
the conversation, as to why you were there." 

An angry look came over Angie's face, and her body stiffened on top of me. "You mean 
you were listening to us? That was a private conversation. How could listen to a private 
conversation?"

She started to pull away, and I reached up and grabbed her, rolling on top of her, between 
her legs. I dropped my face down, until my nose was about to touch hers. Looking deeply 
into her pail, scared eyes, "If that was supposed to be such a private conversation, it 
should have been held in private, not a restaurant. I didn't ask to be seated there. I was 
there to eat, nothing more. What are you so angry about, the fact that I overheard the two 
of you, or that I heard what you said?" I pushed myself away from her, and got to my 
feet. "I'm hungry, I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going down to get something 
to eat. You're welcome to join me, or not, it's up to you," I said and walked away without 
looking back.

I went into the bathroom, and started the shower. Getting the water good and hot, I 
climbed in. Steam started to fill the room. I lathered up my hair, and had my head under 
the spray rinsing it clean, when I felt a small blast of cool air. Instead of turning around, I 
just grabbed the soap, and started to lather myself up, not even acknowledging that I 
knew she was there. After a moment or two, I felt a washcloth start rubbing my back.

"So you're staying then?" I asked.

There was no reply. The washcloth continued to rub at my back.

I put the soap down, and rinsed myself. I spun around quickly, and took her by the upper 
arms, and lifted her slightly toward me. Angie gasped, and her hands came up to protect 
herself. I waited for her to turn her head back towards me.

"I'm not sure I like these little games you play. If you are planning on staying, there are 
going to be a few changes. First, I may have gone after you, but I haven't and won't force 
you to do anything. If you stay here you are doing it because you want to. Second, you 
really need to relax a little, I heard Jon, he wants this as much or more then you do. You 
don't have to be embarrassed because you are enjoying what is happening to you. Third, 
you need to realize I'm not Jon. I don't play games, and I'm not much on orders. I know 
you make the decisions at home, but that's with Jon, not me. Now, if you want to stay, 
fine. If not, go home to your husband, it seems he will let you play all the games you 
want." I let go of her arms, and she took a small step back.

"I know you are not Jon," she said looking at me and rubbing where my hands had been 
on her arms. "I know he wants this, but it's going to take some time for me to get around 
the fact that I'm enjoying this so much, and not feel guilty." Pausing she said, "I am 
enjoying this, but it's all so new, and I'm really not very good at giving up control," she 
said as a shiver went through her.

I reached out and took her by the shoulders, and pulled her close. I turned us into the hot 
spray. The water soaked her hair flat to her head, and she turned her face up to it. I let go 
of her shoulders and she turned her front into the hot spray. I reached down to the bottom 
of the tub, and picked up the washcloth she had dropped there. I reached around Angie, to 
the shelf in front of her, and picked up the soap. I lathered up the washcloth, and started 
to use both the cloth, and my hand with the soap in it, to pull her shoulders back into my 
chest.

"Look," I said starting to cover her shoulders and upper chest in lather, "I know you're 
scared, but if you just relax a little, I promise you will enjoy it a whole lot more."

As I said the last, I ran first my smooth hand with the soap in it over both of her small, 
firm tits. I followed it with the ruff washcloth, pulling on her nipples as I went. A 
whimpered moan came from the back of her throat, and she arched her back thrusting her 
tits into my hands. I kept moving from one nipple to the other, pulling tugging, and 
twisting. I switched the cloth to my left hand, and slid my soapy right hand down her 
round belly. I ran my hand between her thighs and cupped her, pulling up. Angie 
groaned, and lifted one leg, putting it on the edge of the tub. I slipped the tips of my 
fingers in between the lips of her cunt, and ran them from the top to the bottom slowly. 
When I went back up to the top, I pinched her clit in my soapy fingers, and let it slip 
through.

I did that for a long time, with Angie writhing against my chest the whole time. Suddenly 
she froze, then her entire body started to shake. All her weight was on the hand I had 
between her legs. The shivering started to slow, and I felt her body relaxing against me. 
Not giving her the chance to come down completely, I turned her back to the wall. I slid 
my hands from her shoulders down to her waist, and from there, down to her outer thighs. 
I moved my hands to the backs of her thighs, and started to lift her.   

Angie raised her arms, and put her hands around the back of my neck. I stood back from 
the wall as far as the tub would allow. Angie leaned her shoulders back into the wall, 
wrapping her legs tight around me. With her shoulders against the wall, it left the front of 
her open to me. I started using the washcloth over her, from her throat to her belly. I slid 
the cloth down lower, to the top of her cunt, and used my thumb to rub her clit. When I 
touched her there her hips jerked up and she lost hold with her legs. While I had her legs 
loose around me, I pulled my hips back and aimed my hard cock at her hot open cunt. 
With one hand down under her ass, I used the other to rub the head up and down against 
her open slit. I pulled it up and smacked it down against her clit a few times, making her 
groan, and reach for me.

Angie grabbed my cock, pushed it down, hooked her legs again, and thrust herself down 
on me. Her first thrust got her only about a third of the way down. Her mouth snapped 
open and she growled, as she leaned her head back against the wall.

"God, I didn't think I would feel so stretched after the first time," she said as she started 
to rotate her hips a little.

Angie put pressure down on me again, and started to slide herself slowly down the rest of 
my cock. She was looking down, with her mouth open, and a constant ahh . . ., coming 
from her throat. I felt the pressure of her heels on my back, as she pulled herself towards 
me. She pulled, and then would stop and move her hips around, and then she started to 
pull again. With only a couple of inches left, she stopped. She lifted her head, and stared 
at me with those pail blue eyes, then pulled until she was tight against the base of my 
cock. When she reached the bottom, her eyes started to roll back, and close.

"Mmm.mmm.. that feels so good, but please don't move," she said smiling.

"Hey, I'm more then happy just to stand here with you wrapped around me like this. You 
kind of look natural like this, maybe you should consider a career change. Long hours, 
low pay, but there are great benefits."

"If I stay like this I'm going to get bowlegged," she said laughing, as she rotated her hips.

"That would just make it easier for me to get between them." I said.

I flexed my cock inside her, and her eyes popped open. She smiled, and I felt her give a 
quick contraction inside. I put both my hands around the backs of her thighs, and started 
to lift. I pulled her up about half way up my cock, and let her slide back down. The hot, 
slick sound of her cunt almost echoed in the shower stall. I started to get into a rhythm, 
and moving her higher up, and dropping her down harder. Soon, I was sliding that tight, 
hot cunt the entire length of my cock. 

Angie was giving a loud grunt at the bottom of each stroke. With her hands around my 
neck she pulled herself more upright, to increase to downward force of her body. The 
loud smack of flesh against flesh, and the jarring bounce were getting to her. I watched 
her small tits bounce with her movement. Her nipples stood out long and hard.

All at once Angie's legs tightened, and her nails dug into my neck and shoulders. Her 
head snapped back, and her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her hot cunt 
contracted around my cock, trying to milk the cum from my balls. She was holding me 
tight with her legs, and it felt like she was vibrating. 

As she started to come down, Angie's legs started to loose their grip. It was my turn now. 
With Angie leaning against the wall, and my hands on her ass, I started to pump hard into 
that hot, slick cunt. The snap and crackle sound coming from her wet cunt while I was 
driving in and out of her seemed even to drown out the sound of my breathing. The pearl 
white cream from her made a ring around the base of my cock.

All of a sudden Angie's thighs started to squeeze me again, and her cunt started to 
contract. This time when she started to vibrate, I was doing the same. It felt like this one 
was coming all the way from my toes. My knees started to shake, and I was having a hard 
time trying to hold Angie up.

After the first two spurts, I could feel my cum running out of her, and down my balls to 
drip into the tub. I continued to pump into her, until I started to soften inside her. Slowly, 
I pulled my cock out of her, until it dropped to sag against my thigh. The only thing 
between Angie and hitting the floor of the tub, were my hands still clutching her ass. She 
had her back against the wall, head down, eyes closed.

Slowly I started to drop us down, until my ass came into contact with a very cold tub rim. 
As I sat down, Angie's upper body came away from the wall, to splay across my thighs 
fully reclined, her long dark hair touching to floor of the tub. I looked down at her lying 
there. I noticed the spattering of freckles across her heaving chest for the first time. There 
was a mole just under her right tit, and a couple more scattered across her belly. I smiled 
when I looked at the top of her pussy. There were two moles at the top of her cleft that 
made it look as though a distorted face was looking back at me, below that my cum was 
still running out of her hot open cunt.

I rubbed my hands slowly up from her thighs to her belly, and from there, up to her stiff 
nipples. She took a deep trembling breath, and put her hands on mine. Angie pulled my 
right hand up to her mouth and kissed the fingers, while looking up at me. 

"If you ever hear me refer to you as an old man again, you have my permission to have 
me committed," she said sighing.

I patted her belly, "Well, now that that's settled, I still need food. Move that pretty ass of 
yours, so we can go,' I said as I started to help her sit up.

Angie groaned as her feet touched the floor, "God, I think I'm already bowlegged."

I pinched her nipple, "It's just been a long first day, and you'll feel better after you've 
had something to eat." I bent down and gave her a quick kiss. "Now, I'm going to get 
dressed, and get something to eat, are you coming?"

"Jeez, don't get your panties in a knot. The restaurant isn't going anywhere, what's your 
hurry?" 

"I don't know about you, but I've only eaten once since I met you, and contrary to 
popular belief, a man can't live on pussy alone," I said giving her bare pussy a rub.

"I'll be out in a few minutes, I have to start washing all over again," she said turning back 
to the spray.

I got out of the shower, and dried off. After brushing my teeth, I went to find something 
to wear. I dug a pair of jeans out, and found a pull over shirt to throw on. I sat on the bed 
to get my socks and shoes on. As I was sitting there Angie came padding out of the 
bathroom, a towel wrapped around her, held high about her throat, her dark hair hanging 
wet behind her back. The towel only reached to just below her ass, and as she moved, the 
cheeks of her ass peeked out with every step. She walked over to the chair, where her 
cloths were, and reached for her dress. As she did, the towel rose up over her ass. I 
couldn't believe it, but I was getting hard seeing her like that.

She was going through the pockets of her jacket as I got up. I don't think she gave any 
thought to how she looked, standing there bent over her cloths. When I got to her, I 
reached down, and slid my hand down over that soft, smooth cunt. Angie gave a loud 
squeak, jumped, and twirled around, grabbing my wrist.

"I thought you wanted to get something to eat. We will never get out of here if you don't 
quit that," she said laughing and throwing my hand away.

"Well, you can't blame that on me, you're the one who walked out here looking like 
that," I said totally serious. 

"Looking like what? I just got out of the shower. I don't have any make up on; my hair 
looks like I washed it in a mud puddle, and I had to use your tooth brush," she said 
looking up at me. "You know I really hadn't planned on staying, I don't have anything, 
not even any make-up. Where are we going? You know, this is all I have to wear," she 
said pointing to her dress.

I took hold of her towel like it was the lapels of a coat opening it, pulling her close 
looking into her eyes. "You don't need make-up. What you have to wear is fine. And 
considering where our mouths have already been, I don't think using my toothbrush is 
going to make any difference to either of us, and if you don't want to get thrown down 
and fucked ever time I see you, you need to quit bending over in front of me like that."

I bent down, pulling her up by the towel, I pressed my mouth to hers and thrust my 
tongue into her mouth. Angie's arms came up around my neck and pulled me harder into 
her mouth. The kiss lasted a long time. I think I could tell you where every filling was by 
the time I came up for air. I stood there breathing hard, and looking down into her glazed 
eyes. Quickly, before I could change my mind, I jerked the towel away, spun her around, 
and pushed her towards the chair.

"You need to get that on before I change mind," I said going back over to the bed.

She laughed and started to get dressed. "You know we don't have to go down there, we 
could just order it from room service."

"Maybe we'll do that later. I want to show you off," I told her.

"Show me off, huh, you just want to see if there are any more innocent women you can 
take advantage of down there," she said pulling the dress down over her head.

I looked at her, with her arms over her head, back arched, nipples hard. My resolve was 
weakening. "Well, it can't hurt to take a look. You never know, there might be some 
unsuspecting woman, down there, that I can get my hands on."

Angie pulled her dress down, and reached back to zip it as she came towards me. She had 
an evil look in her eyes. She walked right up to me, between my knees. She gave my 
shoulders a shove, and as I went back on the bed she jumped on top of me, straddling my 
waist. Angie dropped her face down right in front of mine, her long, cold, wet hair 
surrounding my face.

"Look buddy, if you even so much as look at another woman, I'll. OH" she shrieked as 
I rolled us, with me ending on top of her. Her dark wet hair covered half her beautiful 
face.

I reached up, and pulled away the hair. I dropped my right hand down to the bare thigh at 
my side, and slid it up to her ass. "Don't worry, I may look, but it's only you that I'll be 
touching. Now, let's go."

Angie went over and got her jacket on, and slipped into her shoes. After a quick check in 
the mirror, she started for the door, with me right behind her. We road the elevator down 
to the lobby, and walked across the concourse to the restaurant. There was a different 
hostess, but this one was just as cute. I asked for one of the back booths, and she took us 
strait back. 

This booth was a little different from the one I'd had yesterday, in that it was U-shaped. I 
let Angie slide in, and followed behind her. The one thing that was the same was that it 
had a very white tablecloth that was almost floor length. The hostess put a menu in front 
of each of us, and asked about drinks. 

Angie said, "I'd like a glass of the house white wine."

The girl nodded and looked at me for an order. "I'll just stick with the water, please."

With another nod she was off to put in our order. After a few minutes our server came 
with the water, and wine. It was the same girl as yesterday, Pam. She gave me a quick 
smile as she placed the drinks on the table, and stood back note pad in hand. "Are you 
ready to order, or do you need a little more time?"

Angie looked at me, "Do you know what you want?"

I looked her in the eye, with a grin on my face, and gave a couple of wiggles with my 
eyebrows. She turned so red I almost broke out laughing.

Turning back to Pam smiling I said, "I would like to try that same chicken dish please," I 
said folding the menu and handing it to her. She took it with a nod, and wrote it down on 
her pad. 

I looked over at Angie, who was hiding behind her menu, still red. She said, "I'll have a 
small Ceaser salad, please."

She folded her menu, and handed it to Pam, keeping her eyes from meeting hers. Pam's 
eyes twinkled as she smiled at me, taking the menus and our order up to the front. When 
she was out of hearing Angie turned to me.

"I wish you wouldn't do that," she said in a huff. 

"Do what?" I said trying to look innocent.

Angie gave me an exasperated look. "Embarrass me like that."

"Look, I wasn't trying to embarrass you. It's not my fault if you can't take a little joke. 
You need to lighten up. If you're going to take things so seriously, we should probably 
leave now, and you can go home." Angie gave me a hurt look. "I'm not kidding, life is 
too short to be so serious. You are probably the first woman, other then a business 
associate that I've been out with in years. If we can't have a little fun, why are we here?"

"I'm sorry, it's just a little unsettling, to be out with someone that I hardly know. I don't 
know what to say or do," she said.

"Okay, so let's get to know each other. What do you want to know?" I asked.

"Well," she said looking down at the table, "are you married?"

"No. I was once, but I guess I was the only one that thought so," I said. "How long have 
you and Jon been together?"

We've been married for almost eight years, and we dated for a little over a year before 
that," she replied. 

"Children?" I asked. 

Her brow creased, and she looked very uneasy, "No, no children. We tried and tried, 
finally I went in to see if it was me or him, and found out that I can't have children," she 
said with her eyes shining with unshed tears.

It looked like a very tender subject, so I thought I had better drop it. Maybe she would tell 
me more some other time. "What do you do? Do you work?"

It took her a second to snap out of the trance, but her eyes cleared a little and she turned 
to answer, "Yes I work, I'm an office manager for a small accounting firm downtown. I 
started as a receptionist four years ago, and just was promoted about two months ago. It's 
not a high intensity job, but the pay is good, the people are great, and the benefits are 
really good. What do you do? I assume you do a lot of traveling."

"The company I work for buys smaller ones that have been hit with hard times. There has 
to be some potential in order for us to consider it. We go in and put money into 
upgrading, find out where they were having trouble, maybe make some personnel 
changes, and get them moving forward again. We usually like to keep as many of the 
previous employees as possible. They know the job, and in most cases, care about the 
company. Yea it involves some traveling, but I'm one of the only single guys at the 
office, so it's a little easier for me. No wife and kids to piss off, or neglect."

"It must get lonely, being in a different place all the time. What about family, any 
brothers, sisters, moms, dads, uncles, aunts, cousins?" she asked.

"My father died before I turned one, some kind of heart failure. Mom's in her eighties, 
still living in our old hometown, two brothers, two sisters and assorted nieces and 
nephews, we don't stay in close contact. Once a year we find some way to all meet up at 
moms, then look out the party is on. Believe me when I tell you, I'm the only one in my 
family that doesn't drink. Hell, I'm surprised the cops don't end up there more often. But 
then, that doesn't really matter because the sheriff is one of my cousins, and the cop 
usually ends up staying for a drink," I laughed. 

Angie laughed, "It must be nice to have a big family, both Jon and I are only children. 
His mother and father are still alive, but my parents both died years ago. They had me 
when mom was in her forties. They had been trying for years and had given up hope, and 
then one day mom just got pregnant. Dad was in his fifties. He died of cancer when he 
was seventy-two, mom died two years later. They said it was heart failure, but I think she 
just missed him too much." 

As she was finishing what she was saying, Pam showed up with our meal. She sat the 
dishes down in front of us, and stood back, "Is there anything else I can get you?"

Dropping my napkin into my lap, "No I think we've got every thing we need, for now. 
Thanks, we'll let you know if we need anything."

The talking kind of fell off, as we were both really hungry. It had been a long time since I 
had had a meal with someone that wasn't work or family related. I forgot how much I 
missed having someone to talk to. We talked about our lives and pasts. High school, 
college, work, it was like we were old friends catching up. It seemed almost natural when 
she reached over and started eating off my plate.

"Why do women always do that?" I asked shaking my head.

"What?" she asked around a mouthful of my chicken.

"You order a salad or something, and then eat off the guys plate."

"You should be thankful that we do. See, this way you are only paying for salad. 
Whereas if I wanted both you would have to pay for a salad, and a meal. It's much more 
economical. Besides what if I didn't like what I ordered. This way I get to try different 
things. Plus it keeps me from looking like a pig, eating entire meal, rather then just a 
salad," she said smiling.

"Well I suppose there is some logic there somewhere, but I'm not going to try and figure 
out where."  

We finished our meal, and talked for a while. I asked if she felt like walking a little and 
she agreed. I paid the bill, and we set out to walk around the general area of the hotel. I 
had a really good expense account, so I stayed in nice places. They usually have all the 
amenities, pool, spa, weight room, hot tub. And these places are almost always 
downtown. So there are plenty of windows to look in, as we walked. As we were passing 
a small clothing store, I took Angie by the arm and pulled her in after me. I had spotted 
some women's swimsuits, and thought it would be nice to have some company in the hot 
tub for a change.

"What do we need in here?" she asked as I led her back to the swimwear section.

"My hotel has a hot tub, it would be nice to have some company, and you're elected," I 
said. 

"But I have a suit at home," she said. 

"But you're not at home, are you? Besides you probably don't have what I'm looking 
for."

"And what are you looking for?" she asked nervously.

"You'll see, come on lets have a look," I said as we reached the racks.

With Angie's coloring, I was thinking of something in yellow or white. And of course I 
was also thinking, SMALL. Angie started going through a rack, while I went over to 
another one. At least she was looking at two piecers. 

Around the back I found the stuff I was looking for. I started going through hanger after 
hanger. I came across three that I wanted her to try on. I took them back to a changing 
room, and hung them on a hook. I went back and found Angie with a few in her hand 
also. 

"Okay, that's enough for now, let's see how they look on you," I said herding her toward 
the stall I had set up. 

When she got there she saw what was already hanging there. She looked back and forth 
between the suits and me, with her mouth open. I gently pushed her in as I took the suits 
that she had in her hands, and put them on a rack outside the stall.

"My God, I can't wear that," she said pointing at the ones I had put there. "I'm not some 
teenager you know, I can't go out in that."

"You are not going OUT, anywhere. You are going IN a hot tub, with me. You know 
you're forgetting what I heard. I know you're a thirty-three year old woman. I don't 
know why your age has anything to do with it, but if your trying to tell me you don't have 
the body for it, you are going to loose that argument. Now just try them on, who knows, 
maybe you'll like one of them. I know I will."

"Huh, ya, I bet you will," she said looking at me shaking her head. "Okay, get out, if I'm 
going to do this, I need to have some privacy. Go on, you'll have to wait until I get into it 
to see," she said with her hand on my chest, pushing me back out of the stall. 

She closed the curtain. I heard her rustling around, and then it got quiet. I stood just 
outside the curtain waiting, when I started to hear her talking to herself.

"My God, I can't wear this. A nineteen year old couldn't wear this. Jesus, it's a good 
thing I'm shaved, if I had a single hair, it would be sticking out." There was a pause, and 
then she started in again. "Well, this is the first time I'm glad I don't have any boobs, 
they would be falling out of this thing. God, there isn't enough material here, to make a 
good eye patch."

I was fighting hard not to bust out laughing, at her monolog. Finally I couldn't take it 
anymore. I cleared my throat rather loudly, and said, "If you're quite through, I believe I 
was supposed to get to see it."

The curtains snapped open a couple of inches, and her head popped out, she had a sour 
look on her face. "Eavesdropping again. . You know there's not much of IT to see."

"Why do you think I picked it? Now open up let's have a look," I said

"No, I'm not coming out there, you come in here," She said pulling her head back in.

I decided to give in a little, and slipped in. "Wow, do I have good taste in cloths or 
what?" I said seeing her. 

The suit, or as she said what there was of it, was yellow. It was a thong type, maybe a 
little smaller. What I had been looking for was the top. I wanted something small. In just 
this short time I could tell that Angie was very self-conscious, about the size of her tits. I 
wanted to try and get her over that. Well, it was small all right, it covered her nipples, but 
that was about all. The bottom looked fantastic. She had it pulled high on her hips, but it 
dove down her round belly, where a triangle about four inches wide ran down between 
her thighs.
 
Twirling my finger, I indicated I wanted her to give me the full view. She was red, all the 
way down her chest. She turned around, and I knew whatever else happened, we were 
leaving with that suit. That yellow material framed her ass so beautifully. She kept 
turning until she faced me again. I didn't think it was possible but she was turning even a 
darker red, and she wouldn't look up at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked her

Whispering, she looked at me through her lashes, "We are going to have to take it now."

"Why?"

"I can't put it back the way it is now," she said

"Why not, what's wrong with it," I said looking at her nipples trying to tear their way 
trough that material.

She continued to look down, not answering.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, even though I was pretty sure, I knew what she 
was talking about. But I wanted to hear her say it.

Without saying anything, Angie stepped closer, and reached for my hand. She turned the 
palm towards her, and pulled it to her, pressing it against the front of that tiny suit. 
Sliding my fingertips over the front and down between her hot thighs, I found the reason 
she was blushing. She was soaked. My fingers came away from her coated in her hot oils. 
She watched me as I raised one to my mouth, and sucked it. When I had the taste in my 
mouth, I took the other and slid it in her mouth.

"I guess you're right, we'll have to take it," I said watching as she started to suck on my 
finger. "Keep it on, and put your dress on over it," I said pulling my finger from her 
mouth, and taking the matching white suit. "I'm going up front to settle the bill." 

I was standing just in front of the shop, as Angie came out.  We didn't say anything, just 
started back toward the hotel. As we came up to a drug store, Angie said, "You wait here, 
I'll be right back."

"What are you doing?" I said watching her walk toward the doors. 

"I need a few things, it'll just take a minute, and I'll be right out," she said turning and 
going in. 

I stood out there waiting, after about fifteen minutes she came out with a large bag.

"Damn, if this is your idea of a few things, I don't want to see how you pack for a trip. 
How much stuff do you need?" I asked.

"It's just a few things. Don't worry I'm not moving in, but you don't mind if I have a 
toothbrush, and some make-up do you?" she said as she started for the hotel, leaving me 
in her wake. 

I caught up with her in a few steps, and took her arm stopping her. "You know, I was just 
kidding, what's bothering you?" I asked. 

"Nothing is bothering me. Can we just get back to the room?" she said pulling her arm 
away, and starting for the hotel again.

I caught up with her again, and took the bag she was carrying. I put the bag with the other 
swimsuit, in the larger bag, and walked with her through the front entrance. As she was 
leading the way to the elevator, I caught her arm, and pulled her after me to the back of 
the lobby. Once there, I headed to the door with the spa sign on it, pushed it open, and 
pulled her in after me. 

"What are you doing? Can't we just go back to the room? Do we really have to come 
here now?" she asked looking confused and a little angry.

I led her over to the hot tub room, and pulled her through the door behind me. Seeing that 
the room was empty, I dropped the bag on the floor, and locked the door. There were a 
few signs in a hanging box behind the door. I went through them and pulled the "Closed 
for Repairs" sign in the window. That done I turned back to face her.

"I don't know what happened back there, but this is the reason that I wanted you to get 
that suit in the first place, remember?" I said leaning back against the closed door.

Her eyes turned to ice, "Fine," she said turning and stopping off toward the tub, "let's get 
this over with, so we can get back to the room."

She started taking off her jacket, and reach for the back of her dress. 

"Wait a second," I said reaching down, and picking up the bag. "Do you have your car 
keys?"

With a confused look, she stopped what she was doing, and picked up her jacket. She 
checked the pockets and her hand came out holding her keys. "Yes there right here, 
why?"

Turning to the door, I said, "Use them, and go home, I don't need this attitude." Not 
wanting to stop and give her the chance to try to stop me, not knowing that she wanted to 
anyway, I grabbed the door to the stairwell, and started taking them two at a time. 

I opened the door, grabbed the do not disturb sign, and put it on the outside of the door. I 
walked in, dropped the bag, and stocked over to the bed. I dropped down on it, and 
grabbed the remote. Turning it on to the news channel, I sat and stewed about what had 
just happened. About ten minutes later there was a knock at the door.

"It's me, let me in," she said through the door.

"No. Go home to your husband. If you want to come back tomorrow, without the attitude, 
you know where to find me," I said from the bed. 

"I don't want to go home," she said. 

"You should have thought about that before you started the little performance down 
there. Just leave. Go home. Think things over. Like I said, if you want to come back 
tomorrow with out the attitude, I'll be here. I really don't want to see you right now. Go 
home Angie."

I heard her give an angry sound and stomp off down the hall. 

The next move was up to her. But if she came back this time, it was going to be her 
decision, and not because I told her to. If she came back, she wouldn't be able to say to 
herself that she was there because someone else had made her do it. This time it was all 
on her shoulders.

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE


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