View From A Bridge

[Blue Dolphin]

3AM, I could hear the church bell chiming, as I took my first faltering steps onto the bridge. Cold, hungry and alone, I knew that I should not be here, but it did not matter now, nothing did. The past 36 hours had destroyed my life, my soul, and even my very being. How could she? And how long had it been going on? These were the questions I kept asking myself. But what was the point now? It was over, totally and irrevocably, and soon, there would be no more.

I stood by the rails, Jack Dawson, 42 year old failure. In less than 2 days, well a day and half really, I had lost my job, my home, and my wife. Why had I rushed so much to get home to Estelle? If only I had stayed another night, I would still have been in blissful ignorance of her, and his cheating at my expense. I walked on, just after 3pm yesterday, and there they were, the three of them. His secretary was lying on the couch, as my wife ate her pussy, while he fucked her from behind. Needless to say, I went berserk, attacking Roger with all the strength that I could muster. It was useless of course, he is ten years younger than me at 32, and built like a linebacker.

And then my bitch of a wife had the gall to call the cops, and have me arrested for assault. The cops came, manacling me and taking me away, while I screamed abuse at those 3 fuck happy bastards. They didn’t charge me, Roger did not want to proceed, and afraid of spoiling his squeaky clean image I figured, and I was released the next morning. I went home, but it was not home anymore. The house was hers, left to her by an aunt, and I was singularly informed that I was not welcome there any more. Her brother answered the door, letting me know in no uncertain terms that it was over. My job, my marriage, and my home, had all been taken away from me in an instant. He even took the keys to my company car.

I had spent the day in a daze, particularly when I discovered that my bankcards had been blocked also. Then in the afternoon I went to the library, and wrote a letter. The same letter that now sat in my pocket. At least I had the foresight to have it laminated, for this was to be the expose. To tell the world what this pillar of society, my slut of a wife, and his married prim and proper secretary were really like.

I looked over the fence, down at the water; it had taken me ten hours to walk the twenty-five miles to this bridge, named after his father. The irony that this would my place of death, would I knew not be lost on him. The water was dark, no pleasure boats now, nothing, just the blackness of dead of night. Climbing up on the railing, I held onto the support wires, wanting to be certain to jump out far enough not to hit the bridge foundations, 80 feet below. The church clock chimed again, half past the hour, as I braced myself, deciding to jump on the final peal.

Suddenly, I sensed that I was not alone; there was someone, something close by, very close by.

”Mister?”


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OOC
Initially this thread is for Maid Of Marvels and myself.
We may seek other participants, should the situation demand it.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Serendipity Jones pulled her faux fur tighter around herself as she limped toward her apartment. "Frigging stones!" she cursed, bending her leg up and yanking her heel off to dislodge yet another hitchhiking rock. "Oh great!" she grimaced at the ladder that was speedily racing up her stockinged calf. It was her last pair.

Sometimes, she thought morbidly, it just didn't pay to get out of bed. Oh, wait! That's how she was supposed to spend her day. Serendipity Mattress-on-Her-Back Jones, hooker UNextraordinaire. Cripes! How did she ever get herself into this lousy business anyway?

Reaching into her pocket, she fished for a rubber band to fasten her hair out of the way. The wind was picking up and for some reason it always seemed to be a bit more frisky on the bridge. She hated windy night. No. She didn't really. She hated walking cause she got dumped and robbed on a windy night.

"Standing here isn't going to get you anywhere, gal. Get your feet moving. Only five more miles to go." Head down and hands tucked into her pockets, she resumed her trek.

At first she wasn't sure what she was seeing. It was his overcoat flapping in the wind that caught her eye. She almost missed him. If she had stood still a moment longer she might have. Heaven help him, he was going to jump!

"Mister?" Serendipity grabbed his coat and yanked with all of her might just as he was starting to let go. Luckily, he was just off balance enough that she managed to pull him back onto herself.

By the time she caught her breath, Serendipity was furious. She could swear she'd heard her skirt rip. "Jesus Christ! Are you out of your mind? Do you have any idea how cold that water is right now? You'd probably freeze to death."

Scrambling out from under him, she knelt beside him, poking him in the chest. "And another thing... My skirt." She looked down at her knee gaping through a huge tear in the black nylons. "My stockings!"

Tears streamed down her face as the man, still laying on his back, began to laugh. A loud, booming, belly laugh. The kind one heard and had to join in with even if they didn't want to -- and Serendipity didn't want to. But she did anyhow. The same way he joined her in her tears.

"Serendipity," she finally said.

"I'd say it was more like bad luck," he replied.

"No need to get nasty. You were going to jump."

"And you interfered."

"It's what I do. I interfere."

She held out her hand to help him up. "Come on, then. We can't stay here all night. My place is just... " Serendipity pointed vaguely in the direction she'd been heading. "That way."

 

[Blue Dolphin]

It was time, there was no more thinking to be done, I was past that. All I wanted now was to sink into the cold waters of the river, and meet my maker, if there was such a being that is.
Closing my eyes, as I loosened my grip on the wires, I wondered, "Will my life flash before me as I fall? Will I see them all, Mom, Dad and sis, not to mention that fucking bitch whore of a wife."

Well it was too late now, Jack Dawson was about to make his final gesture, while hoping that the bitch who caused it rotted in hell, at what she had done. I let go of the wires, closed my eyes, and started to lean out. The wind tugged at me I thought, as I felt my feet leave the parapet on which I stood. This was it, the end.
Should I scream, or just fall? I dint know

Then I hit something, soft at first, and then harder, something was moving, pushing me aside, opening my eyes I looked to see just what was going on here. Just in time to see a woman, dressed like a whore, shuffling out from underneath me. And I realised ythat I had fallen backwards opnto the bridge, and this interfering bitch was probably responsible for that.

"And just who the fuck are you lady?"

"Serendipity,"

"I'd say it was more like bad luck," I replied, there was nothing here to do with serendipity, not a fucking thing.

"No need to get nasty. You were going to jump."

"And you interfered."

"It's what I do. I interfere."

She held out her hand to me. "Come on, then. We can't stay here all night. My place is just... "

This was unbelievable, I stared at her, an incredulous look upon my face.

"And what the fuck would I want to come with you for lady. I came here to finish something off, not to jump on a whore, if that is what you are? And if you are, I am no fucking use to you, I have no money, no job, every single fucking thing I ever had, now belongs to that bitch, that dirty two,or is it three timing cunt of a wife I once had. So dont say come with me lady, you go, I am climbing straight back up onto this bridge. And then I will jump, and neither you nor the whole fucking US Army is going to stop me, you hear me whore, YOU HEAR ME?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Cool." Serendipity shrugged, turned to walk away and fell flat on her ass. "Great. Just fucking great!" Pulling her shoe off she held it up, watching the broken heel swaying back and forth like a drunken pendulum. "You see this? Do you?" she screamed, holding up the useless piece of footwear as the dangly bit fell off, bouncing twice before going through the rails of the bridge and taking a plunge. "This is my last pair of stockings. My shoes are ruined. A hundred twenty dollars on sale. I got fleeced way back there... " She pointed in the direction she had come from. "I live way over there... " She pointed in the direction she was heading. "Get out of my way, Mr. Congeniality. I'm going with you!"

Pushing past him, Serendipity started to climb up onto the railing and had finally managed to straddle it when her second heel decided to join the missing part of the first one. "See what I mean? A gal just can't catch a break some days."

Still, she persisted. Hooking her arm around one of the cables, she struggled to stand. "Well, come on!" she hollered at him. "It's freezing up here. What the fuck are you waiting foooooor... " Serendipity lost her balance, her body spinning around the cable as one leg managed somehow to snake through the railing as she twisted. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!"

The way she had slipped, her right foot, turned sideways beyond the rail, was the only thing that was keeping her from falling. That and a precarious hold on a metal something that was sticking out of the bridge. "Dammit, Mister. Let me loose so I can do this right! And why the fuck aren't you on this side of the bridge with me anyhow? I thought you were jumping!" Serendipity started to squirm.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I listened as she went rambling on about her shoes, and her stockings, and fuck knows what else.

Still lying on the ground I was, watching her, thinking that she was fucking nuts.

And then the silly bitch did it, climbing up onto the bridge, and getting ready to jump. before she slipped that is, Hanging from the bridge, one foot trapped in the rail, and shouting at me once again. I stood slowly, looking at her, trying to control my anger now.

So tell me Serenfuckingdipity? Just who the fuck do you think you are, coming here and pissing on my parade? Eh? I came here to jump, alone and silently, not to have some cheap looking whore, fuck up what was left of my miserable fucking life. And now, I have got to save you, if there is a God watching, then he has got one fucking wierd sense of humor, is all that I can say."

Moving closer, I tried to get a good grip of her body, accidentally catching a feel of her tits while I did so, and it was an accident too. I had no sexual thoughts at this time, not a fucking one. I held her foot, pushing and sliding it, slowly releasing her, until her full weight was against me. And then, once more, we collapsed into a heap oon the sidewalk.

The thought was not lost on me, two fucking losers, who could not even manage a single suicide between them. I started to laugh, I could not help it, this was so fucking stupid.

I looked at her, in a heap next top me on the sidewalk.

"Lady, I dont know which of us is the bigger loser, but we are one hell of a fucking team, between us, we cant even manage for one of us to jump off this stupid fucking bridge. Maybe we should just walk away, and go start us a Losers Anonymoes outfit, coz losers we most certainly is lady, big fucking time losers too."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

One shoe on and one shoe off...

"Wee Willie Winkie... " she murmured dazedly, looking down at her leather mini which appeared to have literally come apart at the seams... not unlike her life. And it was just about to get worse.

The brief wail of a siren emphasized the kleig-like flashing lights adorning a squad car that had just pulled up beside them. Serendipity blinked, shielding her eyes from the egregious glare of the search light as the cop turned it on them. "Okay, you two. Off the ground, hands on the railing... legs spread."

She looked at her erstwhile suicide buddy and started to laugh. "Feeling like a threesome?" she snapped as they stood and did as he said.

"No smart mouth, Serendipity. I gotta check you two out, see? Laying on the road in the middle of the bridge and all... "

"You know him?" The guy hissed at her under his breath. "Jay zuss! Don't mention jumping whatever you do... We'll end up in matching straight jackets for sure and that will drive me crazy."

"Look, Rocco. I got dumped and robbed back there... " she pointed, beginning to think she might have a prospect as The Scarecrow if someone would give her an audition. "I was heading home when... " The guy beside her growled and Serendipity yipped as Rocco frisked her... a little too high up her inner thigh.

"Keep going. This one of your john's?" he whispered against her ear as his hand came up under her coat to squeeze a boob.

"Nope. Never met him before... Hey! Knock that off!" Serendipity turned. "Look, Rocco," she said, turning around. "I'll give you a freebie if you give us a lift back to my place. Do a good deed, will ya?"

Lucky for them, Rocco Marzano was in a giving kind of mood. Well, not exactly giving, but he was feeling felicitous. "You... " he said to the man who was still leaning against the railing. "I'll skip you on the pandering if you watch out for any cars coming up." The likelihood of that happening on a night like this was slim to none, he knew, but he didn't favor having the guy watch him get sucked off.

His cock was already out when Serendipity dropped to her knees. "That's it, slut. Suck it. Ooooh yeah... "

Two minutes and a bunch of grunting and squealing later, he was tucking his limp noodle away and opening the back door of the radio car. "Get in. And don't forget how lucky you were tonight."

Serendipity let the cum she'd been holding in her mouth dribble out onto the seat as she slid in. "Come on before he changes his mind," she whispered once her mouth was empty and gestured for her companion to get in. "We'll go to my place and figure something out from there."

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I watched in amazement, as Serendipity gave the cop a blow-job. I mean, I had heard of this sort of thing, but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that I would witness it.

For a fleeting moment, I wished that I was carrying my cell phone, and could have taken a video of this. Then of course I realised, that would be a bad move, as indeed would letting the cop know that I had attempted suicide. Jesus, he would have had me in the funny farm in quick time, and how my wife bitch would have revelled in that?

I sat quietly in the car, on the journey to her home, happy for the cop to think that I was just another one of her "John`s". I looked at my watch, checking the time, then I looked again, of course, it was Rolex, a wedding gift from that bitch. An idea started to form, in the morning i would go see my old friend, Sol Cohen, at his jewellery store. Even I knew that a Rolex Oyster, in mint condition, was worth almost 3 grand on the open market. Sol being the sheister that he was, would happily give me a 1000 bucks cash for it.

I wondered also, if he might loan me his Merc for an hour or so? Tomorrow was Friday, her day for golf, only the maid Maria would be at home. She had only been with us for 6 months, and I was sure that she had the hots for me, so talking my way into the house would be easy. That was it then, now I had a plan.

Looking across at Serendipity, I smiled, already wondering if she expected me to try and fuck her, we would see no doubt, in due course.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"So let us out already!" Serendipity groused, banging on the grille as Rocco pulled over to the curb two blocks from her house. He was already outside of his precinct so this was a boon. "Hurry up," she hissed at her compatriot when the pig finally moseyed around to let them out after making a couple of snide remarks.

She waited for him to drive out of sight before turning to her companion. "It's not far," she said, gesturing for him to follow as she started to walk. "Fuck!"

"What now, potty mouth?"

Serendipity wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue. "Fucking shoes!" Lifting her leg, she yanked off the only heel she was wearing and tossed it in a trash can. "Better. Colder. But better," she commented. "At least I don't walk like Quasimodo now."

Her building was an old brownstone that had seen better days. Inside was quite a lovely surprise. The foyer gave the entrants a glimpse of its former grandeur. The flooring was Italian tile, pock-marked like the facade of the building, but clean and shiny. "I'm upstairs. Third floor, but it's all mine," Serendipity told him as she slid the gate on the elevator back and stepped in. "This is a lot newer than the building. It was put in when they subdivided it and made... " She sighed, knowing he really didn't give a hoot.

The lift grumped and grumbled and moaned and creaked as it rose unsteadily upward. Another, smaller foyer, and a door that obviously led to her apartment. "C'mon in," she waggled her fingers as she unlocked the door. "I hear a huge mug of tea calling me and a hot bubble bath. Welcome to my world, Mister... You know... We shared a suicide pack, I got us a ride back here and I still don't know your name. Are you going to share or shall I just call you Bob?"

"Bob's a good name," Serendipity droned on as she hung her coat on a rack by the door and walked toward her kitchen. "Kind of plain and simple. Honest, you know? I like it. Hey... " She peeked her head out to see where he was. "You want a cup? If you prefer something stronger, you'll find it on the sideboard in the living room."

Serendipity chuckled to herself as she put the kettle on to boil. She could just hear him now... "What's a two-bit whore like you doing in a place like this?" She supposed she'd tell him. Maybe. After she drank her tea and bathed.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I followed her into the apartment, like she said, it was plain and simple. Not that there was anything wrong with that.

"My name is actually Jack, Jack Dawson, but what the fuck, after the night, and day that I have had Bob is just fine Serendipity. Fuck but thats a lomg name, five syllables, can I call you something else maybe?"

I figured that she hadnt heard me, her kettle was more than a little noisy I had noticed. I joined her in the kitchen, there was something I needed to know, but I wasnt really sure how she would take it.

"I wonder lady, do you have a pimp? Is that what they are called, these big guys who run whores? Is he likely to come here, and kick seven kinds of crap out of me? Coz if he is, I am outa here lady, and no fucking mistake."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Do you ever do anything besides complain?" Serendipity asked, pouring out two mugs of tea. "I saved your life back there, and all you have to say is grumble grouse and mutter."

"Saved my life? You were going to jump!"

Serendipity shook her head and smiled. "All part of the plan, Jack. Drink," she said, placing the mugs on the table. "Milk, sugar, lemon? Gottem all. It'll warm you up and tea has a way of... soothing. I've got bagels and some cream cheese, too. Lox if you like them."

"Look, Jack," Serendipity finally said in hopes of forestalling his imminent tirade. "I'm cold. I'm tired. I smell like a two bit whore. Which is," she continued, "exactly what I am not."

Pulling out a chair, she sat, gesturing for him to join her. "The food's not spoiled or even poisoned. Eat. You look like you could use something to take your mind off whatever is making you so miserable."

"As for pimps," Serendipity grinned. "Yeah, I've got one of those, though he wouldn't like knowing I call him that. Maybe I'll tell you about him one day." She chuckled at her private joke. "But don't worry... this is my domain and no one comes here except people I personally invite. No johns. No one from the neighborhood. Actually, you're my first... guest... ever. Consider yourself special."

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I accepted the food, and the hot tea gratefully, I had not had anything in more than twelve hours I realised. I watched her as I ate, this Serendipity woman, if that was her name, whicjh I doubted.

Most hookers have a reputation of being hard assed bitches, although some were supposed to be "tarts with hearts" I had heard somewhere. Not that I had any experience that is, Serendipity was the first that I had ever spoken to I figured, as I listened to her.

"As for pimps, Yeah, I've got one of those, though he wouldn't like knowing I call him that. Maybe I'll tell you about him one day, But don't worry... this is my domain and no one comes here except people I personally invite. No johns. No one from the neighborhood. Actually, you're my first... guest... ever. Consider yourself special!"

I tried to smile, feeling a little more comfortable at last.

Well, I guess I owe you an apology, and a thank you, for stopping me from jumping. It just felt so hopeless, after what had happened, but now, in the cold light of day, or night you might say. I see things a little more clearly, junping would have been to her advantage, and that is the last thing I want for that bitch.
What I really want is revenge, and what is more I shall have it. Tomorrow morning, I will sell my watch, it is worth 3 grand, but of course I wont get that for it. Then I will go to our home, and get some stuff, while she is put golfing, and then at the beauty parlour. Did I say golfing? Maybe that should have been fucking, she has probably had half of the members by now, fucking cunt that she is. Anyway, UI need to ask, can I stay here tonight, please? If you come with me to see SWOl, then I can pay you for this. If you let me stay that is, will it be OK Serendipity?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Yeah, you can stay, Jack," Serendipity smiled. "For as long or as little as you want. Frankly, I could use the company. But first... " He looked at her as though she was going to suggest something weird or kinky. "I need a bath. Maybe two. Okay. Three. With disinfect. I won't take long and then you can go in." She paused to think for a minute. "I have a pair of men's pajamas if you want. They'll be a bit short on you, but it'll give you something to wear that isn't full of street gunk. Other than that, make yourself at home. Television, books... whatever."

She was out of the room before he could reply, stripping even as she walked through the bathroom door. "Scrub and rinse. Scrub and rinse." For the life of her she didn't know how she'd let that bastard Joe Bordonaro talk her into this. Actually, she did know. A scoop was a scoop. Speaking of which... Serendipity poured a double capful of bath salts into the running water and stepped into the tub even before it finished filling.

Twenty minutes later she was out, a short robe wrapped around her body and a towel around her head. "Your turn," she said. "Clean towels and washcloths in the linen closet, soap and shampoo on the shelf over the tub. Loofah, too, if you've a mind."

Sinking onto the sofa, she propped her feet up on the coffee table and leaned back. It had been a hell of a day and she was glad to see it over.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

To be honest, I was amazed at how different she looked after her bath. No more the hard nosed whore, now she looked all soft and gentle, not virginal of course, that would have been asking too much. But she really was attractive, which made me wonder, what it was that had drawn her into a life of prostitution?

Not that i was about to ask though, that was none of my business, and anyway, I had my own worries, without thinking about hers.

"Your turn," she said. "Clean towels and washcloths in the linen closet, soap and shampoo on the shelf over the tub. Loofah, too, if you've a mind."

I quickly moved to the bathroom, striping off my clothes, leaving them where they lay, before climbing in, and filling the bath up to my neck almost. I wanted to soak, and let the grime of the day work its way out of me. This was my new beginning, the first bath of my new single life.

I lay back, luxuriating in the heat, and then I remembered, I had not locked the door. But I did not that was a problem, she was a whore, and I doubted that freebies were on the menu tonight anyway.

I was right, she left me alone, and after a good soak, I dried off, and took a robe that hung on the door. The robe was a little short, not that it mattered though. I put it on, and returned to her room, wondering just what might happen next?

 

[Maid of Marvels]

She listened to the splish splash of the bathwater as he washed. It had been a close call tonight for sure, she thought. What if he hadn't... Serendipity shivered at the idea that she might be so much minced meat -- or at least fish food -- if he hadn't pulled her back up. "Swimmin' wid da fitches," she mocked in a low Brooklyn accent.

Hearing the click of the bathroom door latch as it opened, Serendipity looked up from the book she was reading as Jack walked into the living room. "Nice legs," she quipped. "PJ's are in your room."

"My room?"

The look on his face made her chuckle. Poor man. She'd really put him through some changes -- on top of what he'd already gone through before the bridge thing. "Uh huh. Two bedrooms. Well... mostly I use it for scribbling and stuff, but there's a trundle bed in there that opens nice. And the sheets are clean." Serendipity couldn't suppress the laugh this time. "Damn, Jack. You'd think I was nothing but a two bit hoe."

"Well aren't you?" The words were out before he could call them back and that made her smile all the more.

"Vestis virum reddit," she said mysteriously. "Or do they?"

 

[Blue Dolphin]

"Vestis virum reddit, Or do they?"

I understaood what she meant, about clothes making the woman, but I also knew that this was not necessarily the case.

"Well, looking like a hoe, dont need to mean that you is a hoe. For all I know, you might have been to some kinky party. Hell, after today, what do I know? Apart from the fact the my ex wife is a fucking slut bitch."

I paused for a moment

Sorry, I didnt mean to get angry."

I stood watching her read, a little surprised that she even had 2 rooms. I thought that she was a whore, and just the one bed, which would have meant I would have wanted to fuck her. I guess she realised that too now.

"Well, Serendipity, Christ thats a long fucking name, can I shorten it a little maybe?
Where is this room?
I think I will turn in, I, maybe even we, have a big day tomorrow. You want to lead the way hoe?"

I grinned at her, hoping that she saw the joke.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"In here," she said, gesturing toward the open door as she flicked on the light. "It's not fancy schmancy. Mostly I use it for... " Serendipity stopped herself and blushed. "I already said that, huh?"

Jack nodded as she shrugged and they both laughed. "Anyhow... It's yours. Sweet dreams, Jack Dawson."

Slipping past him, she returned to the living room and paced for a few minutes before walking into the bathroom. His clothes were folded where he'd set them on the commode, but they looked like they had seen better days even if they weren't WalMart specials. The trousers were definitely not washable. Taking them with her to her own bedroom, Serendipity set them down while she dressed.

An hour later she was back with a few groceries from the all-night and Jack's things freshly dry-cleaned with Auntie Wu from Wu's Dry Cleaning fifty bucks richer for her efforts. At least he'd have clean socks and unders to go to jail in if he got caught.

Restless, despite how tired she was, Serendipity changed into a tee shirt and boxers and returned to her book, not waking until the smell of coffee and frying bacon woke her several hours later.

"What is it about bacon?" she asked him as she wandered into the kitchen. "People sleep through alarms every day of the week, but nobody ever sleeps through bacon. Laura."

"What?"

"My name is Laura."

 

[Blue Dolphin]

"My name is Laura."

Well then Laura, bacon my dear, is the stomach`s aphrodisiac, absolutely guaranteed to get a positive reaction. The taste buds Viagra one might say."

I chuckled at my little joke, having no doubt in my mind, that Laura, as she now was, could see my change of mood. And I did feel good, I was really up for it, and beginning to plan my revenge on that BITCH.

"I want to thank you again Laura, a, for saving me, and b, for allowing me to stay here. I owe you, and believe me, I will repay you. Later today I will go see my friend Sol, the jeweller, and selll him this Rolex that the bitch wife bought me. Hopefully you will come with me Laura, to Sol`s, and then onto my home. Well it isnt mine now, but I can still get in and pick up some of my stuff, maybe even one of the cars with a little luck too. Will you come along with me Laura? Please?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"One of the cars?" she asked, blinking as she poured out two mugs of coffee. "A little B and E might be fun, but auto theft? You'd best think long and hard on that one, Jack. Unless you're gonna sell it off real quick." She shrugged. "I might know someone who knows someone but if you just need some wheels to get around in til you get on your feet, I might be able to manage."

"Manage?"

"Umm... well, it's not posh or anything but it's paid for and it's mine." Laura grabbed two plates and stuck a bagel in the toaster.

"If you have a car what were you doing walking last night?"

"That story goes with the one about my pimp. Juice?" she asked, already pouring. "Oh... Your clothes are clean. I took them over to Auntie Wu last night after you fell asleep. Nothing worse than putting a clean body into dirty clothes."

"How do you like your eggs?"

Laura admired the fact that he was holding back questions. Personally, she'd have been asking away. "Soft boiled when I can't have poached," she grinned. "I'll make it easy on you this time though. Fried. And you don't even have to make them over easy. Count your blessings, I could have asked for Eggs Benedict."

"I could have managed that."

"Oh really... " Laura looked at Jack over the top of her cup as she sipped. "And does that get delivered in bed?"

 

[Blue Dolphin]

"Oh really... And does that get delivered in bed?"

I grinned back at her, for I was beginning to take a shine to this lady, and her somewhat twisted sense of humor.

"One of the cars? you ask, yes, we have four. She is from a very rich family. And today I hope will be my lucky day, as she is out all day. The only person home will be the maid, Maria, who has already let me know that I have only to ask if I want her. Not that I do, but that simple fact will get us into the house. From then on it will be easy, I will collect some of my stuff, and fill up the Jaguar with it. That alone is worth a few grand, and whats more, it is in my name. Also, unknown to her, I have a small private bank account, with just a few dollars in, and I so glad I thought of doing that now Laura. too damned right I am..
You can get some things from her wardrobe as well, teach her a fucking lesson, coz there is no way she will take this to court. Her family will not allow their name to be sullied.
But, I might have to fuck Maria to keep her quiet and stop her phoning the bitch, I hope you dont mind that, but even if I do it wont take long, she is hot for me anyway."

I stopped speaking, watching Laura, trying, unsuccessfully to guage her reaction to my words.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Belated Birthday and Happy New Year, Blue!!

"Well," Laura said thoughtfully, "I can easily erase the appointments I had pencilled in for today. It's been a while since I've been for a spin in a Jag. As for your not taking long with the maid... " She dipped a piece of bagel in her eggs and winked. "I'm not sure you should be advertising the brevity of the situation, but I'm in. I'm not sure why exactly, but I'm in."

They made some short term plans while they ate their breakfast. A cab would take them there and she'd wait with it -- just in case. If everything went well, he'd have his clothes and his car and they'd leave in that. Personally though, Laura wasn't too sure how kindly the maid was going to take to seeing another woman with her ex-boss after he boinked her.

It was still early, and since Jack cooked, Laura did the dishes. "I make a wicked grilled cheese," she announced proudly. "Oh, and frankfurters and beans." She nodded, all the while planning what she'd make for dinner -- if they didn't end up in a special, catered suite at the county jail.

An hour later, she was dressed in a heavy, cable-knit sweater over a pair of jeans and red sneakers. With her dark hair gathered up in a ponytail, Laura looked nothing like the hooker he'd saved from jumping the night before. She had a fresh, kind of girl-next-door look about her, if you didn't look into her eyes, that is. Her eyes told a whole different story, but what that was was anyone's guess.

Hearing the sound of a horn from the street below, Laura tilted her head and looked Jack up and down. "You clean up purdy nice, you know? Ready?"

"Yup."

"Great," she said, linking her arm through his. "Our cabbie awaits. Manny Rodriguez late of Puerto Rico. A good friend. You'll like him."

The look on Jack's face told her different, but Laura smiled anyhow. She'd always loved twists in stories, and this was turning out to be quite a lovely one.

 

[Blue Dolphin]

Smiling back at her, I nodded, the taxi would be fine I knew that. As we travelled downtown in the cab, I spoke to her.

"Remember Laura, I am married to this bitch, and it was I that caught her fucking my boss and his secretary, then she threw me out, me, the innocent party. Now I am no lawyer, but I do know that I have certain rights here. I can claim my property, maybe even make her sell the house, or pay me a percentage of the value at least. We will not be breaking any laws entering my house, as Maria will let us in, willingly. So from a legal standpoint, we have no worries Laura, none at all."

The cab stopped outside, in the road, and I left it there, telling Laura that I would not be long inside. As I had expected, the bitch`s car was gone, so it was quite safe for me to approach and ring the bell. Maria opened the door, with a look of abject shock on her face.

"It`s you Sir, what are you doing here? I thought that ...."

"Yes, its me, I dont know what your Mistress told you Maria, but I bet it was not the truth, that I came home early, and caught her, fucking my boss and his little slut, did she?"

Maria shook her head, obviously surprised, the smile draining away from her face, as tears started to form.

"I wanted to tell you Sir, weeks ago, but I could not, this job,. I need it so much, my child, the apartment...."

her voice trailed off as she started to cry softly.

"Its OK Maria, I understand, now. are you going to invite me in or what?"

"Yes Sir, of course, come in please."

"It is not Sir anymore Maria, call me Jack from now on, OK?

She nodded, wiping away at the tears, as she moved aside to let me in. I moved quickly to the master bedroom, rapidly locating the keys to the S type Jag, and filling a suitcase with my clothes, as Maria watched, crying again. I stopped, and put my arms around her, hugging her.

"It is OK Maria, this is for the best, the marriage is dead now, dead and buried. But I am not, give me your cell number Maria, i promise, in a day or so, I will call you, and we can talk, OK?"[/i]

A barely perceptible yes escaped from her lips, as I released her, and made my way downstairs, and out to the garage.I tossed the suitacase into the trunk of the jag, and then went out to call Laura in.

"Its OK Laura, the house is open, and you can come in now, and take your pick from the bitches clothes. Lets see if she has the gall to sue me, and admit in court what happened."

Leading Laura up the drive and into the hallway, I introduced her to Maria, as an old friend, who had helped me out last night.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Laura followed Jack to the master bedroom, her eyes taking in her surroundings with less wonderment and veneration than he seemed to expect, so she made some deferential oohing and aahing noises to please him. "Her Highass' Wardrobe," he pronounced, opening a door to a closet that was larger than her spare bedroom, its contents would easily stock a small boutique. A couple of wows and at least one amazing later, she had run her hands over some of the clothes and pulled a couple of things out before rejoining him in the bedroom where he was engaged in a liplock with Chiquita or whatever her name was.

"Done," she announced. "Are you sure this is okay?" Finally coming up for air, he assured her yet again that it was, but frankly Laura didn't care one way or another. She'd only donate the clothes to Good Will or take them to the Samaritan Center anyhow. This little spree had taught her at least a couple of things though... Now she knew what not to wear around Jack and also what perfume she should avoid. As for the other -- maid outfits were easy to come by.

"You know," she said as they walked toward the garage and their new/old/fancy schmancy ride, "I always thought kissing scenes were a great turn-on -- especially in the old flicks. Robin Hood and Marian -- Errol Flynn not Disney, though "Lady and the Tramp" does it for me, too. Rhett and Scarlett. Bogey and Bacall in anything and Ingrid Bergman in "Casablanca"." Laura rambled on. ""To Catch a Thief"... Cary Grant. "From Here to Eternity" with waves crashing over them while she asked if he had his adding machine." She chuckled. "Or the infamous kiss of death in "The Postman Always Rings Twice". Kisses with dreams in them. Kisses that come from life... " They had just reached the car and were climbing in when Laura shrieked, "Look out, Frank!"

Her eyes widened and she tried to show at least a good sampling of chagrin as Jack swore, rubbing the back of his head which had taken a bit of a conk when he'd jerked his head up. "Crazy woman!" he hissed.

"Thanks, but I think that's a bit over the mark. I'd rather say quirky. Is it bleeding?" Laura leaned over to check but he winced from her touch. "Ice," she said perfunctorilly. "When we get home. Where to next, Fagin?"

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I was not sure if it was Laura mentioning all the movies, or the bang on the head, but I had a sudden flashback.
I was in the bedroom, feeling up Maria`s ass as we kissed, and there in the corner, on a tripod, the video camera. I could not believe it, surely they had not been that stupid, and videoed their fucking? There was only one way to find out. I told Laura that I would not be long, and raced back into the house, to Maria`s great surprise.

She followed me up the stairs, and then stood watching me, as I wound the tape back, and watched on the little screen. There they were, in all their glory, Darren fucking my wife Sharon, as she fingered Jessica`s ass while eating her out.

"Maria, are there more of these?"

She nodded, pointing to a drawer in my wife`s dresser. Another 7 tapes were lying there, conveniently dated I noticed. I gathered them all up into a bag, along with the tripod and video cam. I also grabbed the digital Nikon, certain that there would be stills also.
Leaving Maria crying, with a promise to call her when all this was over, I returned to the car, and Laura.

"You will not believe this, but the stupid bitch has been videoing all of her fucking, and I have all the tapes."

Then I remebered my head, and the pain.

"Ouch, my head hurts, did you say ice? Good, we will go back, drop this stuff off, and then you can see to my head, before we go see Jessica, at the Acme Industrial Air Conditioning plant. It will make a change to see her with her clothes on wont it?"

Feeling good, I leaned across, and kissed Laura on the cheek, before starting the engine, and gunning the Jag up the drive.

"And tonight Laura, we party, like no one ever partied before."

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"There's a twenty four hour car park about a block and a half down from my place," Laura remarked. "It'll be a lot safer than the street." The brownstone wasn't in the worst neighborhood, but after seeing what Jack was used to and the salability of the Jag, she was sure he'd see the logic in her suggestion.

Laura looked at Jack as he drove, smiling as some of his "edge" seemed to slough away. She'd take care of that bump once they got home but she wasn't so sure about going to meet that Jessica chick. Still, he hadn't been wrong yet and things really seemed to be going his way. She crossed her fingers, looking out through the windshield and winked.

Jack dropped her off outside her place, double parking while he helped carry the suitcase and the few clothes she'd taken from his wife's wardrobe into the entryway. "I'll get them the rest of the way up. Go park... and make sure you tell Stanley that you're... Serendipity's friend."

She watched him leave as she pulled the gate closed on the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. It had been an interesting morning to be sure, and the afternoon and evening promised to bring more of the same. Laura smiled as the elevator grumbled its way upward.

By the time he returned, she'd placed the suitcase in his room and bagged up the things she'd taken. "Catch!" she called out as he stuck his head in the kitchen door.

"What??? Mixed vegetables?"

"For your bump," Laura replied with a smile. "Much better than an ice pack and it'll mold itself to your head. Wrap it in this." She tossed a dish towel, aiming and scoring as it landed on the top of his head. "Making coffee now... Unless you prefer tea or want something other and I'll meet you in the livingroom."

 

[Blue Dolphin]

I laughed at first when I caught the frozen veg, and had a dish towel land on my head. But I realised that she knew what she was doing, and it was not really a surprise, for Laura was turning out to be a very resourceful lady.

"Coffee will be fine, it will give me time to think about my next move."

I smiled at her, before walking back to the living area and sitting down. I did not want to rush things, I knew that I was in a bit of a pickle concerning the now dead marriage. But it was time to move on, and get the best that I could out of my situation. I would need Laura`s help, there was no doubt about that, for she had the contacts, that I would no doubt need in the next few days. Luckily for me, I had mainained my personal bank account, with about a hundred in it. Which meant that I would be able to bank the money I get from Sol for the Rolex. I also knew that I would need more, but, I had a plan, a plan that rquired Laura to come good again.

She came in smiling, with the coffee on a tray, I waited till she sat before talking.

"Before I go and see Darren`s ecretary Jessica, and start to turn the screw on my bitch wife, I want to see Sol, and sell him my watch. Then later, I think I will need your help again Laura, to sell the Jag. Its a 2003 S type, and worth almost $30,000. I am sure that you will know someone who will pay maybe 25,000 or even 22,500 for it. I need the funds, to get started again, and to repay you for your kindness also. Once that the Jag is gone, I can buy something a little more functional to get us around in. So laura, any ideas?"