The Better Man

[angelique127]

* This is a typical story of a married woman, who, because of circumstances beyond her control, is unable to resist the seduction and temptations of her own desire...

Isabelle Renee' Jenkins had everything her heart desired, a sucessful husband, a solid {or so she thought } marriage, wealth, beauty, a fine home in Savannah Georgia, along with a nice sports car, until the day her world simply fell apart ! After seven years of marriage, her hubby, Brain, was arrested for pocession, with intent to distribute cocaine. She was devastated...never, in a thousand years, did she suspect that her husband would ever be involved in an illegal activity or take such a risk. Of course, Brain insisted that he was innocent of any wrongdoing, and denied all of the charges, but, unfortunately his very expensive, and high profile lawyer was not able to convince the judge of his innocense.

Brain Jenkins was sentenced to five years in prison, and a fifty thousand dollar fine. His pride and joy, a sleek, cherry red convertable Corvette was seized, since that was where the drugs were found, but that was the least of their problems. The attorney fees were unbelievable, the mortage still needed to be paid, plus the other bills, and they no longer had an income. Thankfully, Isabelle had a small trust fund, left to her by her late father, but she doubted that this would get her very far, considering the huge amount of debt she now faced. Still, she was determined to hang on to what she had as long as possible.

Needless to say, Belle was grateful, when Brain's employer, Drake Mc Finn, offered his assistance and remained very supportive of her dire position...

While not closed, all roles or suggestions are by PM only.

 

[makofin]

Drake

a solid, muscular 225 pounds, tall, dark hair and eyes, 35 years old, confident, aggressive, single by choice.

I really have to wonder what motivates people sometimes. Take Brain Jenkins for example, a promising, middle-aged, somewhat successful guy in my company, making almost ninety thousand a year with a beautiful wife, car, and home, who throws it all away for an ounce of coke. He loses everything. It only goes to show, you can't trust anybody these days. I mean, the guy was the last person you would suspect of doing drugs, although he was underweight, if not quiet. Brain had me fooled. Whatever, his wife is the one I feel sorry for, she don't deserve what is happening to her. Mrs.Isabelle Jenkins has class, not to mention that she is one of the most gorgeous females I ever ever laid eyes upon. A perfect body, long, dark hair, brown, sultry eyes, sophisticated, charming, slighty spoiled, but entitled perhaps. With an irresistable, and delicious southern accent.

Not that I would take advantage of a married woman. Nor would I not help a damsel in distress, if I could.


Deciding that the time was right, I placed the call. Isabelle answered by the third ring. Politely, I inquired about her well being. She hesitated, saying that everything was fine. For some reason, I doubted this, knowing better. Her husband had just been sentenced to five years in prison, and fined thousands of dollars. When I asked her if it would be okay if I dropped by tommorrow, about noon, Isabelle seemed surprised, but said that she would be looking forward to my unexpected visit.