"You ready for your big weekend?" Edwin stood behind his desk buttoning his pants back into place. Faith still knelt on the floor by his chair, the office lights low."Yes, and no. I'm excited for the opportunity, but nervous about being away. I'm also afraid of the mess I'll find when I return.""You don't think Nessa can handle it?""I'm afraid Cherish will drive her away." Faith was still angry about her sister's accusations and about her run in with her mother at dinner. She was tired of being the brunt of their unhappiness. Cherish would sabotage Nessa just so she could say that Faith hadn't trained her properly before leaving. She wanted Faith to fail and didn't care if it ruined another in the process."It'll be fine. All Nessa has to do is keep up with everything. There aren't any new jobs, so she won't have to worry about getting crews set up with stuff, and even if there was, Terry can handle it."Faith placed her hand on the desk and lifted herself to her feet, a look on her
Tracey closed her Styrofoam container, lunch over for the day. "We should go dancing tonight. The clubs down here hop pretty well on the weekends. Might be fun before our girl leaves for a week." She dumped the trash into the wastebasket behind the counter. "Unless, of course, you were planning to keep her all to yourself all weekend."Selby watched as she tidied up from their afternoon meal. "No way. If I can have my two favorite ladies with me, I'll take it every time."Tracey pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed his nose. "Good answer.""I've been practicing." He smiled at her. "It's true. I stand in front of the mirror wondering what you might say and then rehearse my answers, so I look sharp.""I'm sure that's what you practice in front of the mirror." She leaned against him, her breasts firm against his chest, and gave him a slow, soft kiss. Her eyes were still closed when she pulled away, savoring the moment. When she opened them, his eyes smiled back at her. "I'll meet you at th
Dinner was a succulent array of oysters, crab cakes, and salmon washed down with a crisp Chardonnay. Faith found herself giggling more and more as they talked across the table. Selby reached across and caressed the back of her hand as she rested it on the hunter green tablecloth. She couldn't take her eyes off him; his whole face seemed alight.He had dressed her in three-inch heels, black, which matched her knee-length skirt. Her blouse was a silky lime, which he had her keep unbuttoned enough to allow her cleavage to turn several heads. She found herself blushing quite a bit, but had to admit, she loved the attention. He also laid out her black lace bra, but no panties. She loved the twists of her husband's mind."You are beautiful."She felt the blush heat her cheeks. "You are blind." She felt beautiful, though. There, with him, dressed as she was. She felt sexy. Alive. She never felt that way before Selby entered her life.He grinned at her. "That means I get to read you like Brail
Selby washed his hands, tossing the Eco-friendly towel into the over-flowing trash bin as he pushed his way back out to the crowded bar. The place seemed to have doubled in occupancy since he had entered the restroom. Most of the tables were full while people lined the walls and crowded around the dance floor. First, he glanced at their table, assuming Faith had beaten him back, but it was empty. Glancing at the bar, he finally found her. He could see in the mirror behind the bar that she had their drinks, but she wasn't moving. It was then that he spotted Tracey perched on a barstool beside his wife. A smile pushed his cheeks up seeing the two of them together. He was glad Tracey showed up since dancing was her idea.He started to make his way to the girls and then stopped. Faith's eyes were closed, and her facial expression was...different. He tried to get a better look at what was happening, but the crowded dance floor was between them, and people gyrated across his line of sight. F
The midmorning sun beat down upon Faith as they lay in lounge chairs along the sandy Atlantic shore. She wore sunglasses over closed eyes and tried not to move. She had downed half a bottle of aspirin and an equal amount of coffee already. It had been way too long of a night. Tracey joined them for the rest of the evening, dancing and drinking. Faith wasn't sure when they had arrived back home. Or how.She heard Selby turn the page of whatever thick volume he was reading, and she winced at even that slight noise."It's not fair," she groaned."What's that?" His voice was distant, and she knew he hadn't even taken his eyes off the page. She'd smack the book out of his hand if she could move."Why aren't you in as much pain as I am?"Now, she heard him close the book. "Let's see, three shots of tequila, five of your Malibu and cranberries, and two Alabama Slammers. I do believe your pain is self-inflicted, my love.""So? You drank as much as I did."At that, he chuckled and the urge to s
"I think I overdid it," Faith said as they passed through the sliding door to the Florida room. Her skin was the color of the inside of her favorite steak. She felt microwaved, and she was sure her flesh had shrunk on her body. How long had they been out there?"You are kinda reddish," Tracey said, her face puckered in empathy for what Faith must be feeling.Selby merely chuckled and shook his head."I know, I know." Faith dropped her towel on a wicker chair as she passed through to their bedroom.Tracey glanced back and forth between the two. "What am I missing?"Passing through the inside slider and into the bedroom, Faith reached behind her and pulled her bathing suit top loose. "He has no sympathy for Floridians who get sunburned. We should know better.""Bully." Tracey swatted Selby as she took Faith by the arm and led her to the king-sized bed. "Here, dear, lay down. We need to get some aloe on those burns." Tracey pushed Selby toward the bedroom door. "You can get us some water
"Have you thought about what you'll wear on your trip?" Tracey sat cross-legged on the bed as Faith folded a basket of towels. They had taken almost a two-hour nap, and when they woke, Selby decided the night called for ribeyes and Merlot, so he headed to the market.Faith decided she needed to do some laundry before the trip, and Tracey wasn't leaving until she had her steak. So, Faith loaned the other woman some gym shorts and an old Green Lantern T-shirt, much to Selby's dismay who hoped the girls would stay naked for the remainder of the day. He was even willing to grill the perfect steak for them in return. They, of course, laughed as they shook their heads, but promised, perhaps, after they tasted the steaks, they might accommodate the pouting man.Faith had laughed at the time, but later was shocked at her quick agreement to the promise. All their sexual exploits, not that there had been many, had either been with single men or couples, never just a woman. Selby had always wante
Selby watched as they disappeared into the walk-in closet, both giggling about whatever women giggle about as they plot and plan in closets. He had never seen Faith have so much fun, not with another woman, anyway. Faith didn't mix with other females well. She preferred simple things, non-frilly things. She was a tomboy at heart while most of the women she grew up with preferred prissy things and mindless chatter. Or, they were the abrasive, feminist type who hated men and saw them merely as sperm donors, and if they could get the sperm without touching the cock they would. Faith always got along with men better. In high school, her best friends had always been boys. Not much had changed in almost fifteen years.Selby pushed himself off the doorframe and left the women to the dress up. He decided then would be a good time to get lost in a book. It was obvious the women were bonding. He just wasn't sure where that bond would lead. They were both loners for the most part and, outside of