Chapter 4

"It sure is quiet here, ain't it?" Jerry said in a low voice.

Sandra opened her eyes and shook her head, clearing her mind. "What?" she asked. "Why are we stopped?"

"I just wanted to show you one of my favorite places is all. It's real secluded and secret."

Sandra looked around. They were completely surrounded by trees and bushes, the green lushness crowding right up against the car windows. Her thoughts had been so completely occupied with the past that she had no idea where they were or how they had arrived there.

"Yes, it's very nice," she mumbled, trying to keep the panic from rising to the surface. She was alone with her husband's teen-age assistant, and there was no telling what was on his mind. She eyed him carefully, trying to keep him from seeing that she was doing so. Sure enough, there was a thick, prominent ridge extending down one leg of his tight pants. It looked as large as Hal's and was fully as hard as his was capable of growing.

Her voice was even and controlled as she spoke again. "Start the car now, Jerry, and drive me home. I have things to do."

The blond youth grinned at her and settled back against the door of the car, folding his arms across his chest. "Aw, hell, Ma'am, don't be in a hurry. It's so nice and private here, I thought you and I might get better acquainted."

"Take me home!" There was a slight quiver in her voice now. Who did this boy think she was? She was his employer's wife. If she were to tell Hal about this, he would fire Jerry on the spot. The anger flared up in her, suddenly, unexpectedly. "Take me home right now!" she shouted, her voice shrill and demanding.

"Aw calm down, Mrs. Jeski. Or should I call you Sandy?" He reached out for her.

Sandra slapped his hand away. "Young man, this is ridiculous. I've a good mind to tell my husband about this."

The boy's face fell, his confident smile replaced by lines of worry. "Aw, please, Ma'am, you wouldn't do that, would you?" His voice was pleading.

"I fully intend to. Why would you try to pull something like this, anyway?"

"If you want to know the truth," Jerry blurted, "I felt kinda sorry for you. I thought you deserved treatment as good as what your husband's getting this afternoon." He started the engine.

"What are you talking about?" Sandra demanded.

"Nothing. Forget it." He gunned the engine and started off down the country road, heading for the highway.

"I will not forget it. What did you mean by treatment? Where is my husband, anyway?"

Jerry glanced over at her. A glimmer of cunning flickered behind his eyes. "I'll tell you, if you promise not to report me to the boss."

"It doesn't seem to me you're in a position to bargain," Sandra snapped, her hands balling into small, hard fists.

Jerry shrugged his shoulders. "Why shouldn't I bargain? If I'm going to lose my job anyhow, why should I tell you anything?"

Sandra scowled angrily. The boy was perfectly right. If she wanted to know where Hal was, she would have to play Jerry's silly game. "Oh, very well," she said. "I won't tell him this time, but if you ever try to pull anything like this on me again, I'll go to him instantly."

"Don't worry, Ma'am. I've learned my lesson."

"Well, where is he?"

"I don't know that."

"What?" Sandra asked, hardly believing her ears. "What's this little talk all been about then?"

"I don't know where he is, but I do know who he's with. It's a woman."

"Oh, really?" Sandra said, trying not to sound too interested. "What's this woman's name? Is she a customer?"

"Not a regular. She's just started coming to the station the last couple of weeks. She's a real looker."

"I asked you her name."

"I don't know that. She never uses a credit card. She's got brown hair and pretty eyes. They're sort of green with little specks of dark brown in them, and she's got a terrific figure, big tits. Pardon me, Ma'am. I mean bosoms."

Sandra was smoldering. From the description, she knew there was only one person it could be-Candy. "When did they leave the station?" she asked evenly.

"Quite a while before you came in, Mrs. Jeski. Mr. Jeski said he was going out with the lady to listen to a noise in her engine."

I bet, Sandra thought. She should have known. The special attention Candy paid to Hal at the dinner party was all too obvious. The viper. She could not hold onto a husband of her own, so now she was out to take Sandra's, and the big, stupid lug was going along with it. She could hardly wait until Hal got home. She would give him a surprise he would never forget.

"Here's the house," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am, I know," Jerry answered. He pulled her car into the driveway and stopped. Jumping out, he ran around to the passenger side to let Sandra out.

"Thank you, Jefry. That's very nice of you," Sandra said, sliding out of the car. As she did so, her skirt hiked up high on her thigh, revealing the creamy whiteness of it to the hot-blooded youth. She brushed against him, the firm pointedness of her breast pressing against his arm. "Oh, excuse me," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am. My fault, Ma'am."

As Sandra started for the house, Jerry stood watching her, his eyes on the trim roundness of her flaring buttocks.

"Ma'am?" he called.

Sandra turned. "Yes?" she asked.

Jerry strode over to her, his growing sexual excitement making it awkward for him to move easily in his tight Levi's. "Ma'am, you will keep your promise, won't you? I mean, you won't tell the boss about..."

"Relax, Jerry. Your secret is safe with me." She patted his arm.

"There's one other thing." The youth hung his head as though afraid to ask.

"What's that?" Her hand lingered on Jerry's arm, feeling the hardness of his muscle.

"You won't tell your husband about my squealing on him, will you? I wouldn't want him to know I'd told."

Sandra smiled warmly. "Of course not. Good-bye, Jerry." Giving his arm a final squeeze, she turned and walked into the house.