IT WAS FRAUD–Part 2 of 6

IT WAS FRAUD—Part 2 of 6 by SENORLONGO

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I had been promised that the carpet repair would begin at 8:15 and Dave was there almost on time at 8:20. He had brought a helper, a recent graduate of the high school and a roll of carpet for a patch. Dave and I hugged as we always did when we met, and I led him into the bedroom. Of course, he knew where to go. Not only had he been to the house for parties, but he had installed the original carpet about six months ago when Lori decided that she wanted carpet in the bedroom. They moved the bed out of the way and Dave cut a perfect rectangle out of the blood-stained carpet. “I’ll want to check the floor Sean. I’m sure that the blood went all the way through the carpet.” He was right. Even I could see the stain on the heavy foam base.

“We’ll take the padding up, too, Sean. I doubt that it went all the way through, but better safe than sorry. Blood on the wooden floor could result in mold which would cost you a lot more than some carpet padding, especially since I’m not charging you for it.” He cut the padding and his helper gathered up the scraps, carrying them to the truck while Dave removed what looked like a hundred staples. A few minutes later the helper brought in a roll of new pad and a staple gun. Dave cut the pad to fit and once it was installed he measured and cut the carpet to fit. Strips of double sided tape held the patch in place and Dave expertly ran his hands through the nap to blend the fibers together. Even I couldn’t tell that a patch had been installed when he was done.

I wrote a check and walked him to his truck just as Scarlett arrived. “Damn, Sean—you don’t waste any time, do you?”

“She’s my nurse, Dave. I needed someone to put some ointment on my back and she volunteered.” We were still talking when Scarlett approached. I handled the introductions then stood there silently until Dave took the hint and drove away.

“Is there anyone here you don’t know, Sean”

“Sure, but Dave was a classmate. He never had any thought of going to college. His dad owns the company and now Dave is his partner. He still goes out on some jobs. He says it’s to get away from his wife who works in the office, but he’s just kidding. He loves her and his two daughters like you wouldn’t believe.”

I took the small suitcase from her hand. It was the first time I had seen her when she wasn’t wearing scrubs and the sight was worth waiting for. I led her to the green bedroom and once she had put the clothes away she rushed to my arms with a kiss that I had prayed for. Scarlett held my head, her fingers enmeshed in my hair, as our tongues dueled in our lust. She broke it—too soon in my opinion—to tell me I needed her treatment. I agreed even though I would rather kiss her than have her rub my back, as good as that felt.

We had the routine down pat by now and Scarlett was done with me in only fifteen minutes. She went to change into her bathing suit and once she was out of my bedroom I pulled my running shorts up my legs. I slipped on a pair of flip-flops and hustled down the stairs to the family room where I took several bottles of water from the refrigerator and a bag of ice from the freezer. Once out the glass door I opened two umbrellas and pulled two chaise lounges under them. I grabbed two big towels from the pool locker and was placing them onto the lounges when I heard Scarlett walking down the steps from the deck above.

I turned around when she was about three steps from the bottom. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Scarlett far exceeded my wildest imagination. I knew that she was taller than Lori by a couple of inches and she was thinner, something that was hidden by her scrubs. Her legs were impossibly long and shapely. Her hips were feminine, but not too wide. Mostly, my attention went to her incredible breasts. They were smaller than Lori’s, but not by much and they were firmer, by far. I thought that in another twenty years Lori’s would sag badly, but Scarlett’s would still be relatively firm.

She laughed when she saw me. “You can put those eyes back into your head now, Sean.” She tiptoed up to kiss my cheek then turned away to remove her cover-up. Her bikini was tiny—pale yellow with small black polka dots. Thin straps around her neck and back were tied in bows as were the two thin ties on either side of the bottom. I was still taking in her beauty and her sexiness when she asked, “Lotion me?” I gulped a few times before taking the bottle from her hand.

I thought it would be safer to start at her feet. I’m not normally very interested in a woman’s feet, but Scarlett’s were really beautiful—small, slender ankles, and straight toes showing her delicate bone structure. Slowly, I moved up each of her calves, but gasped when I reached the top of her thighs. “It’s okay, Sean. You can touch me there. My skin is really delicate on my thighs and I hate the idea of a bad sunburn there.” I moved my hands up all the way to the cloth once she had spread her legs a bit.

I was somewhat relieved when I reached the top of her bikini bottom, but that was short-lived because once I looked up I saw that Scarlett had shed her top. Her conical breasts were staring me right in my face. On the one hand it was like a dream come true, but on the other Scarlett and I really didn’t know each other very well and I didn’t want to mess up our relationship taking unwarranted liberties. “I hate tan lines on my breasts, Sean so I always sunbathe topless. Well, I do when my aunt and uncle aren’t around. Go ahead, Sean. All you’re doing is applying some lotion like I do with your butt. You’re not feeling me up and turning me on.”

Rubbing some lotion on my hands I got to work, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t stop myself from running my thumbs around her areolas and nipples, probably a few too many times. “Uh… Sean—let’s remember that you’re applying lotion, not trying to turn me on.”

Then I told a tiny lie. “I don’t think you’d like sunburn on your nipples. I think that might really be painful.” That was my justification and I was sticking to it.

“Well…maybe you’d better do them again. What do you think?” I was thinking that I loved having my hands on her breasts as my fingers ran around her areolas repeatedly. I felt great when Scarlett let out a little moan—just enough to tell me that I was getting to her. I turned her around and proceeded to do her back. It was a lot safer back there and I could feel my raging erection slowly deflate. Once done with her I applied some lotion to my exposed skin.

Scarlett pulled her lounge out to face the sun while mine faced the other way completely under the umbrella. It was mid-June and the temperature was in the high eighties. Only minutes later my Penn State Wrestling tee was soaked through with sweat. Looking over I could see that Scarlett was hot. (I know—a terrible pun) The difference was that she could jump into the pool. I still had to be cleared by Doc Crawford and that wouldn’t happen until late Tuesday afternoon at the earliest.

I was half asleep when I felt Scarlett reach over to hold my hand. She looked over at me and smiled when I gave it a slight squeeze. Then I closed my eyes and drifted away. We stayed like that for about an hour until I felt and heard her rise from the lounge. She placed her sunglasses onto a table and walked to the pool, stepping into the deep end. It wasn’t long before she began to swim laps.

My pool is free-form, but mostly rectangular and made of gunite—a semi-liquid concrete that is sprayed onto a frame of rebar—but it is big. I also like to swim so my pool is sixty feet long by twenty wide with a depth of ten feet at one end sloping up to three near the other where there was a set of stone steps. There was a diving board that I rarely used, but was popular when I held parties in the back yard. I knew I’d have one in another nine days on a Saturday morning and afternoon.

Scarlett showed an excellent stroke as she did thirty laps. I was counting and I doubted that I could keep up with her even though I swam regularly. I moved to the pool steps, my legs into the water to my knees. When she was done she smoothed the water out of her hair and sat in my lap, soaking my tee and my running shorts. I wasn’t shocked, but I was a bit surprised when she gripped my head and pulled me into another long deep kiss. I gazed into her eyes when she broke it and I thought at the time that I could see all the way into her soul. I liked what I saw there. I liked it a lot.

Standing, I carried her back to the lounge where I had her stand so I could dry what I thought was her perfect body. I was almost done when she pulled my tee over my head and pushed the shorts down to my ankles. I’d have to say that I reacted strongly. Scarlett smiled, even as she told me, “I just wanted to see what you’ve been hiding from me.” Then after a quick kiss, “There’s no reason why anyone would want to hide such a beautiful cock.”

I had been told many things about my cock, but never that it was beautiful. I knew it was longer than average at seven and a half inches and thicker at almost six in circumference. I recalled measuring it one night way back in eighth grade and, if anything, it was even bigger now. I had used it quite a few times since then and I’d never had even a single complaint although I had always thought that what I did with it was more important than how big it was.

It was almost time for lunch so I suggested some hot dogs on my grill. It was custom-made—my own design–roughly double the size of normal propane grills. I had made the actual cooking surface myself from the highest grade stainless steel. The heating elements came from two Weber units and the whole six-foot wide apparatus was enclosed in a large stone frame that had two side burners over a set of shelves on one side of the grill and a small refrigerator on the other. The entire grill was covered with a curved and hinged section of shiny stainless steel, as well. I had made that, too. I fired up one side of the grill and let it warm up. Ten minutes later I put the dogs—Nathan’s finest–and rolls onto the grill while Scarlett broke out last night’s salad and dressing.

We ate huddled over one of the small tables by the lounges, chatting and laughing until we were interrupted by my phone. “It’s Fred,” I told her. “He told me he’d call when something happened with my case.” I answered the phone then listened for several minutes. “Fred, I hate to say this, but I have to meet with her about her clothes. I don’t want her complaining that I stole them or her jewelry and the sooner, the better.” I listened again and agreed with his suggestion, ending the call with my sincerest thanks.

“He phoned to tell me that Troy’s arraignment had taken place this morning. Bail was set at $500,000, exactly what the DA requested. He also told me that Lori and Michael were arrested on Tuesday and waived extradition so they’ll be here in custody tonight. He was going to pick me up here tomorrow morning, but I suggested that I meet him at his office around 9:30 so I could accompany him first to the jail and then drive to court. I hope my annulment will be done by then. His brother Roy will have it moved back to around eleven so I should be back by one or so. After lunch why don’t we go to Zern’s and see what we can scare up for dinner.”

“You know, I must have passed that place a hundred times, at least, but I’ve never been there. Why don’t I remove her clothes from the closet and dresser while you’re at the jail and court? Can you get some boxes for them? If you were going to take them locally you could probably use trash bags, but if they have to be shipped you’ll definitely need some boxes.”

“That’s a great idea. I’m sure I can pick some up at the U-Haul on Route 100 down by Pottstown. I’ll do that on the way back from Fred’s office. If you get here at the regular time I can take you out for breakfast after you ‘lotion me.’ I think you’ll like Zern’s. I’ve never seen another place like it. I think you could buy just about anything there. There must be at least a dozen butcher shops run by farmers and selling beef, lamb, pork, or chicken, or even eggs from their farms. There are stalls where you can buy clothing of almost any kind. I even had my hair cut there when I was a kid. Mostly, though, I like to stand at one of the corners and people watch. You’ll see…it is an amazing place.”

My comment about “lotioning me” made Scarlett laugh. “I’ll lotion you any time you want and any part of your body you want.” Then she laughed again before giving me a quick kiss. We closed the umbrellas and dumped the towels in the hamper as we walked up the stairs to the bedrooms. I kissed her again as she disappeared into the green bedroom. It shared a bathroom with my office. I walked into my bedroom and then into my shower. It was big enough for two and I had often shared it with Lori, but who could know now when it would be shared again?

I showered and shaved, dressing in a deep purple golf shirt with narrow horizontal stripes of white and black by Greg Norman and tan linen slacks, tan socks and my cordovan loafers. I was reminded of my conversation with Scarlett when I pulled the socks over my feet. A quick combing of my generally unruly hair and I checked to make sure that I had handkerchiefs, wallet, and keys before walking to the living room to await my date. I saw Scarlett laugh when she saw me. We were an almost perfect match, except that her purple silk blouse lacked stripes, her Capri’s looked like they had been spray painted onto her body, and her sandals were tan—identical to her slacks.

We held hands as we walked into the garage where I asked her, “Truck, SUV, or Porsche?” It was her first time in the garage and the first time she had seen my prize car.

“Oh my God, Sean—I can’t believe it. What is it? Is it fast? I can’t even begin to think what this cost.”

“Well, you know it’s a Porsche. Technically, it’s a Turbo Cabriolet which is just a fancy way to say expensive convertible. Cost…One eighty-one, plus tax, but it’s not mine. It belongs to my company.”

I held the door for her as she slipped into the plush leather seat. “Yes, but you own the company.”

“That’s true,” I said as I moved behind the wheel, making sure we were both securely buckled in. The turbo-driven engine whined as I backed it out of the garage. “Yes, but as company property I can take about thirty-eight thousand in depreciation annually for five years which I couldn’t do if it was my personal property. Thank God for accountants. They know all of this tax stuff; how to get as much as possible while paying as little tax as possible.”

I drove a few miles west on route 73 then south on 100 until we reached 422 where I turned west toward Reading. I could really open it up on this road, but I knew that it was a notorious speed trap in several areas so I merely drove along with traffic, even going slower in one section where I knew the speed limit dropped to 40 for about a quarter mile before going back to 55 again.

Looking across the console I noticed that Scarlett was unusually quiet so I asked, “Are you okay, Scarlett?”

“Yes, I suppose, but I have a question for you. Your wife badly betrayed you. Are you going to have trust issues with women in the future?”

“No, I learned an important lesson from my dad a long time ago. He told me that you don’t punish the whole class for the misbehavior of a few. My dad’s a smart man—Mom, too. They both taught calculus and trig. They’re probably the hardest courses in high school for most kids other than physics. Lori cheated on me and, yes, she did betray me, but all of that is on her and nobody else.”

“Then, I have to tell you something…something important. I didn’t tell you everything about my parents. Not only did they abuse alcohol and drugs, but they were also swingers, although according to my aunt they mostly just cheated on each other. Both of my parents suffered from advanced syphilis when they died. Do you know how that can affect your brain?” She continued when I said I did. “I made up my mind that day that I was going to wait for Mr. Right—the man I would love and marry and spend the rest of my life with before having sex.

“I’m not stupid, Sean. I know what I look like. Men hit on me every day—doctors, nurses, technicians, salesmen, even patients and their relatives. Most of them are married so I know that they only want to fuck me. I’ve had a lot of first dates and some seconds, but most men lose interest before the third when they discover that I’m not putting out under any circumstances. There have been times when it’s been challenging, but I don’t regret that decision. I’m waiting for the right man, period.”

“Well…a twenty-five year old virgin is unusual these days, but I support your decision. You should never do something, especially sexually, unless you feel totally comfortable with it.” I smiled then and reached across the console to hold her hand and show my support.

I had thought that the trip might take about forty minutes and I was right. We drove into the large parking lot at Stokesay Castle just five minutes before our seven o’clock reservation. “Do you want to get out at the entrance? I never use valet parking when I drive this car. I’m always afraid the valets will spend an hour or more driving all around town. I’m going to park in the back of the lot.” Scarlett decided to stay with me so I parked about two hundred feet from the door and we walked together toward the old restaurant.

“I can’t believe that it really is a castle, Sean.”

“Yeah, it is. I think you’ll be able to read all about it on the menu. Let’s go in. I asked for a table in the library. I’ve always found it to be the most romantic part of the castle.”

“Oh? Is romance on the menu, too?”

“Asks the woman who dropped my shorts so she could check out my equipment.”

“That was scientific research.” She tried to sound serious, but couldn’t hold back a grin and a giggle.

I gave her butt a little pat as I whispered, “I majored in a science, you know. It never was as much fun as you handling me.”

“Yes, I noticed there was quite a chemical reaction—exothermic, judging from what I saw and felt.” I just shook my head as I held the door for her. Five minutes later we were seated alone in the small library. Two walls were covered with floor to ceiling bookshelves, while a third was mostly taken up with a large stone fireplace. Two large windows with leaded glass panes occupied the fourth. We ordered drinks—margaritas on the rocks for both of us—as we checked out the menu. We each had the lobster bisque, which I knew from past visits, was truly outstanding with lots of lobster bits in the creamy broth. For an entrée I had the filet medium rare with steamed lobster tail, promising to share with Scarlett. She chose the seafood trio—seared scallops, seared crab galette—a lightly breaded crab cake—and lobster medallions. I had enjoyed that several times, although the last was with Lori and Marge just a week before our “wedding” so my memories weren’t totally positive.

Our drinks were great and the meal was even better. I did share my lobster tail and in return I was given one of Scarlett’s scallops. As great as the meal was, the company was even better. Scarlett reached across the table early on to touch my arm and later, once we had finished our meal, to hold my hand. Maybe we were going to have a real relationship, after all.

The sun was just setting when we returned to the car. We were seated and on our way to Nightclub Reverb when Scarlett asked, “Don’t you worry about someone stealing this car? I mean, it’s incredible.”

“Truthfully, I don’t. Most cars are stolen so they can be sold as parts and there isn’t that big a market for Porsche 911 parts. Then, there’s the locking system. Once I lock the car with the remote the doors can’t be opened, even if you were to break the glass and reach in to the handle. It’s also impossible to start the engine, so I don’t worry about it. And it is insured. Let them worry. I pay enough although it really is the company. All three of my vehicles are part of my fleet which sounds more impressive than it is.