Chapter 4

Hal and Yvonne had dinner alone. There was a lot of small talk, and Hal went on and on about the recession. It amused Yvonne, because he had plenty of money and rich clients and she was sure that it had not affected him at all.

"They have to prime-pump the government," he said as he cut his thick steak.

"You worry about prime-pumping me," she replied.

"Is that all you have on your mind-sex?" he asked.

Yvonne's eyes twinkled. "Mr. Prude?"

"Of course not," retorted Hal, "but there are other things in life, like good food. This is delicious."

"It sure is," Yvonne agreed as she munched her steak.

"I really like it here. It's very relaxing," he smiled, "We run and run all week in that rat race."

"I know," said Yvonne.

"I worked my way through law school by being an usher in a movie theater," Hal grinned. "Those were the days."

Yvonne nodded. "I was an usherette. I'll bet you screwed a lot of usherettes?"

"Some," he admitted.

Yvonne shook her head knowingly. "Yeah, I know, the manager's got his eye out for all the choice pussy. The theater manager taught me how to suck cock."

Hal looked around, embarrassed, "Lower your voice and don't talk like that."

Yvonne laughed. "Cut it out, you're insulting my intelligence. All these people are up here for sex. If I went out there in the middle of the floor and pissed they wouldn't be shocked."

"I don't know about that," said Hal reluctantly.

"You want me to show you?" she teased, starting to get up.

"No, no," replied Hal nervously. "Sit down."

Yvonne was amused, "You men amaze me, you're like animals behind closed doors, and in public you act like prudes."

Hal shrugged. "Don't you know any word besides that one-prude? I'm not a prude, but I don't believe in being vulgar in public."

"How prissy," replied Yvonne.

"Come on, you know I'm right," Hal said.

"Are you really?" she asked. "You get paid a fortune for defending criminals. How many of your clients are really guilty, Hal?"

"What's that got to do with what we are talking about?" he probed.

"You kill me," laughed Yvonne. "Why don't you answer my question?"

"Quit needling me," he answered, irritated.

"I like needling you. You have a big cock, but you're a pompous ass," she said heatedly.

They finished their steaks, had coffee and dessert, and then went for a walk.

"I've been thinking," Hal said.

"What?" Yvonne queried.

"About my clients. You are right," he admitted. "About eighty-five percent are guilty."

Yvonne had a self-satisfied smile. "I'm always right. I have to be."

"Life is sort of a comedy and tragedy both, for all people," Hal interjected.

"Wow, that was a profound observation," Yvonne whistled.

"Oh, I'm intelligent. You should see me in court." Then he stopped. "That's right, you have never seen me in court. I'm great."

"So I've heard," Yvonne acknowledged.

"You know why I became a lawyer? Because when I was a kid, I had to do everything that everyone else wanted me to do. Now that I'm a success, I do as I please," Hal informed her.

"True," she admitted.

"What chance has a man got with women, anyway?" Hal said, more relaxed now. "They always win."

Yvonne stopped and kissed him. It was a warm passionate kiss. When they parted, Hal sighed, "Wow, they ought to call you Hot lips."

"They do," said Yvonne.

"I heard a funny joke the other day," said Hal. "This guy said to another, 'Who was that lady I saw you with last night?' and the other guy replied, 'That was your wife. You ought to go home more often.'"

Yvonne started laughing. She liked Hal because he was a spender. She knew other men that she liked better, but they were tighter with a dollar. Hal made it and spent it. He dressed well, too-all his clothes were expensive. He also bought her clothes, dresses and things like that. She took them. Her swinging Aunt Clara had taught her years ago, "When it's free, take it." She practiced that philosophy.

Hal would get very prim at times and talk about women respecting him. "Once I get to respect a woman too," he had said, "I think that I could fall in love with her."

This amused Yvonne.

She had once dated a young doctor, who was very clinical and told her, "Emotional disturbances cause glandular disturbances." This, the doctor explained to her, was why some women, who got aroused before sex, were hotter during the actual act.

She had had a wild affair with the doctor and they had almost married, but she got involved with a young tennis coach who was teaching her tennis, and they screwed in the afternoon after each lesson. The word got back to the young doctor, Ray, and one day he took time off and trailed them. He bribed a motel manager and the man opened the door and there they were screwing like two dogs in heat. She remembered his face as he stood in the doorway and cursed, "You whore, you Goddamned whore."

She forgot about him in a day and continued with the young tennis teacher until she met Mark Raymond. She married Mark and the marriage lasted five years and was a good one. They screwed every chance they got and he satisfied Yvonne, but then Mark died. Yvonne was pained by his death, and she took back her maiden name and left town. Mark had left her plenty of money, and that helped.

She knew that like all pretty women she had the touch of the bitch in her, but she felt that was what intrigued men and what smart men liked with their sex-a woman who had spice in her.

As she lived from day to day, Yvonne realized that she was having more and more sex, and with more sex she became an artist at it. Every man who she had sex with admitted that she was a great lay. She hated being frustrated and she took men to bed when she had the need. She had no desire to be frustrated and she considered her own fulfillment her primary need.

As she had more and more sex, she realized that her sexual appetite increased. She found that besides having sex with Hal she was having it with others. When she slept, she had erotic dreams. She read avidly, usually spicy best sellers. When she talked with other women, she talked of sex and enjoyed hearing their exploits.

She knew that she had an ego and she enjoyed seducing men. With some men, she was aggressive; with others, docile and willing. She relied on her female instinct to decide how to act. She believed that the female of the species was more deadly than the male. She acted coy most of the time, but with Hal she developed the habit of needling him and she fought to restrain herself. At the moment, she needed him.

She grinned at Hal. "You love to be with a woman between the sheets. Admit it."

Hal grinned. "I admit it."