Chapter 3
Patty never spoke to Rick James after that climactic evening. Several times in the office he attempted to talk to her, but on each occasion she deliberately ignored him until he gave up and walked away.
In her crushed state she threw herself with new intensity into her work, hoping that the wounds would heal faster that way. But she spent many evenings tossing and turning sob-bingly as she reflected on Rick and what a naive fool she had been.
At that time she became more closely attached to her boss, the handsome, white-haired, highly respected David Roberts, who had taken over Roberts Cosmetics upon his father's death some fifteen years earlier, at a time when the company was on the verge of floundering.
With his steady, confident hands, David Roberts had steered the company from the red into the black, to the point where it reigned as one of the leading cosmetic firms in the country.
Roberts knew better than to pry into Patty Douglas' personal life, but he didn't have to comprehend what was causing her to appear so blue. He had seen the icy tension that flowed between Rick and Patty when they were in each other's presence, whereas previously they had glowed in each other's presence.
Rather than to confront her directly regarding the problem, Roberts instead sought to treat her kindly, to bring her out of the doldrums through decent conduct.
They were nearing the busiest time of the year at Roberts Cosmetic when Patty split up with Rick, which meant that she was subjected to a good deal of overtime working with David Roberts.
The forty-five-year-old executive would, on occasion, take her to dinner following late sessions in the office. Though he was a married man with three children, Roberts found himself becoming closely drawn toward his beautiful secretary in a way he had not before. He had always been aware of her keenly artistic beauty, and that was one of the reasons he had selected her as his personal secretary. He knew that it would add to the appearance of his office to have a beautiful girl with a wholesome personality working for him.
But when he saw her depressed he began to assume more of a personalized interest in her destiny than before. He went out of his way to make her laugh and feel at ease as they had dinner together.
Then one evening, after they had had dinner together after putting in better than three hours of overtime, David Roberts was entrusted with the chore of driving her home, since Patty's car was in a garage having transmission work performed and the buses to her area were not running regularly by that time of the evening.
As they drove down dark streets heading into her area, David Roberts felt the same kind of tightness in the pit of his stomach that was always there prior to sex. He could feel his penis hardening inside his trousers and knew that he stood in a dangerous situation. If he ever let his emotions become known it could cause tremendous repercussions in his relatively happy married life.
He walked her to her apartment and she asked him to come in for a cup of coffee. He accepted with reluctance, fearing that his emotions would run away with him if he remained much longer in her presence. His penis remained rigid inside his trousers as he sat down in a chair in Patty's living room.
She sat opposite him, crossing her legs nervously as she sipped her coffee. The same emotions that were swirling through his body churned through hers. Patty was rapidly discovering just how much she admired David Roberts
He nervously wolfed down his black coffee. Patty immediately noticed the empty cup.
"Would you care for another?" she got up and walked over to him.
David's eyes flashed up toward her face. An electric chemistry drew them together and she found herself leaning forward and puckering her lips dramatically. David Roberts' heart fluttered rapidly as he pushed his lips forward and let them plunge against Patty's.
Their lips froze against each other for several seconds. Then David bolted up from the chair and locked his arms intensely around her body. He guided her downward toward the rug. Events were happening far too fast for him to completely keep up with them.
Impulse totally seized him as his fingers went to work pulling off her garments. Once he would remove one of her garments his fingers would race over her bare skin as he reveled in the excitement of the moment.
Once he pulled off her panties his eyes became captivated by her bushy nest, which looked so inviting. Perhaps he should have been through a few preliminaries before entering into the sex act itself, but he wasn't in any mood to delay things. His body quivered with expectancy and his huge phallus itched with desire.
He pushed his member forward toward her moist vagina. It slipped toward her with anxious rapidity, and, once he entered her, Patty's body quivered with delight.
"Oh, throw that cock into me," she exclaimed. "Fuck me, baby, throw that cock into me."
With keen intensity he let his dagger-like instrument drive into her vaginal walls with brute force. His breathing intensified as he drove himself to his very limits, letting his hips flail uninhibitedly as his penis resolutely attacked her again and again.
She let out groan upon groan of erotic fascination as he continued stabbing her, his loins on fire with intense desire. He wanted to totally possess her in every way he could. The longer he drove his instrument into her and the more he accelerated his tempo the smoother it became.
His early jerky movements, attributable to his unbridled emotions, became less forced and more relaxed, even though the intensity of the movements themselves remained the same.
The pace became blistering, and he let his fingers roam over the soft, creamy surface of her buttocks as his body rocked back and forth and he drove his penis into her with piston-like regularity.
Her long, sensuous legs began wiggling unrestrainedly, moving back and forth as his wildly throbbing cock drove devastating thrills into her trembling body.
"Ohhhhh, keep it up, oooohhhhh, are you fucking me," Patty gasped, completely overcome by what was happening, particularly by the rapidity with which things were occurring.
Her erotic gasps served as music to his ears, stimulating him all the more to attain great orgasmic heights with his stiff thrusts. Her fleshy hips manipulated back and forth with excitement as he continued drilling her with stiff, decisive strokes.
David Roberts' sex life had become remarkably tame in recent years. The act of sex between David and his wife had become almost totally devoid of imagination and interest. Now he had spontaneously thrust himself into a situation of great intrigue. He was going to bed with a woman who possessed both physical charm and the animal magnetism it took to perform well in sex.
As he continued forcing his throbbing organ into her with skillful massive efforts, her entire body quaked with a spirit of adventure.
"Oooohhhhh, I'm shooting," she suddenly gasped. And he immediately felt the warmth of her juices trickling inside her vagina as his penis continued pounding with relentless anxiety.
"Keep on fucking me," she encouraged. "I want your dick inside me, fuck me, drill me, I want you, pour your juice into me, now, now, I want it."
He steadily pounded his swollen rod into her with blinding excitement. His fingers reached around her buttocks one more time as the drilling continued. He was moving steadily toward an ultimate explosion, something that would release the pent-up energies from his body.
Her entire body passionately swayed as his buzz saw attack on her aroused vagina continued.
With captivating grace he pounded his blazing tool into her with all the effort he could summon.
The fleshy, meaty cudgel was now manipulating itself with dagger-like precision as it pounded into her innermost depths with consistent regularity. They both moved rapidly toward orgasm, their breathing reduced to no more than gasps.
"Don't stop now, keep it up, keep fucking me," she encouraged.
But he wasn't about to cease his efforts at that point. He had come much too close to the big moment of climax. He sallied forward several more times, his entire body rocking with a sense of great adventure.
As he felt himself draw perilously closer to the big moment he reached forward and let his tongue find its way inside her mouth. Their tongues converged, as did their bodies, which rocked from the blazing efforts they provided for each other.
He let out one final gasp and exploded, showering her with his spirited and voluminous flow of juice. At the point wherein she felt his juices being unleashed, her body shook several times, she let out a gasp, and a flow of vaginal juice was released.
"That was absolutely delicious," he whispered to her when it was all over.
"Yes, it was," she nodded.
When he raised his body from the rug and straightened the creases out of his trousers by tugging at them several times, the totality of all that had occurred surfaced in David Roberts' brain for the first time. He had become so emotionally carried away that he completely forgot his place.
He knew better than to have an extra-marital affair, particularly with his own secretary, but something had impelled him to take the chance, to have sex with her no matter what the ultimate consequences of his actions might be.
And he knew what that impelling something was. It was something called desire, which, he knew, would surmount any and all barriers which would appear in its way. It was when he began sympathizing with Patty for her break-up with Rick that he first fell prey, and once he went to her apartment there was no holding him back from having sex with her once the occasion arose.
As he prepared to leave he resolved determinedly in his mind never again to succumb to her considerable charms, no matter how much he might enjoy the act of sex with Patty, as he most assuredly did. She got up from the rug, where she had watched him with a timid little smile, and kissed him sweetly on the lips.
"Thank you for everything," she whispered.
"Goodnight," he said.
He stepped toward the door quickly, fearful of lingering in that, the longer he lingered, the greater the likelihood there would be of him going back for more.
As he opened the door and closed it behind him after reaching the hallway outside her apartment, he noticed the distinct throbbing of his still aroused cock, which was so eager for more contact with that lovely, passionate form.
As he got into his car and drove off into the darkness of late evening he knew the kind of dilemma he had created for himself by getting involved with Patty. Previously there had been a certain degree of professional distance separating them as boss and secretary, but now the gap had been suddenly and dramatically closed.
From that day forward, like it or not, David Roberts realized that Patty's thoughts toward him and attitude concerning him would never be the same again. Now he was more than just a boss. He was a lover as a result of that one devastating act performed on the rug in Patty's living room.
The change in station was conspicuous to both of them when the next office day dawned. Patty was diffident about even smiling around him, fearing he might interpret such a smile as something much more.
For one hour after he left the evening before, Patty had sat and thought in her living room about what had transpired between them. She had met David's wife Velma several times and had liked her. She knew all about David's family, and did not want to ever be in the situation of a home wrecker.
But she realized how much she was physically drawn toward David on the basis of that one decisive act, which made it all the more difficult to consider never making love to him again.
As for David, he had barely been able to sleep that night, tossing and turning most of the evening fitfully after examining the consequences of what had happened. He saw himself being drawn into a dangerous affair that could cost him his marriage and his secure position in the business community.
For several days things remained strained between them to the point where they both acted uncomfortable. Both were fearful about being drawn out once again into a love affair that would become all the more difficult to end once things came into sharp focus. Then one afternoon David Roberts was forced to keep her after hours for some dictation. As they drew to the end of their efforts he found himself unmistakably drawn to her. He wanted once more to hold that lovely body in his hands.
She immediately picked up on what he was feeling, giving him an expression of wide-eyed concern as she stared at him.
"Let's not kid ourselves," David finally said. "We want sex again, don't we?"
"Yes," she nodded slowly.
"I guess we'd just better get it out of our systems. There's a motel around the corner. Why don't we check in there."
"Whatever you say," Patty agreed. A few minutes later they were in the compact but neat room they had checked into for love-making. The soft double bed looked inviting to both of them, and an anxious David Roberts immediately drew back the spread.
His eyes drank in Patty's voluptuous beauty. He drew the drapes, creating just the atmosphere of privacy that they both sought. Then he moved toward her briskly, throwing his arms around her.
"You're just too beautiful to resist," he admitted passionately.
They exchanged several electric lip kisses. Their lips remained frozen for what seemed like eternity, after which David suddenly released his lips from hers.
"I've got to take off your clothes," he said softly. "Why don't you do the same for me."
"I would love to."
With keen anxiety they removed each other's clothes, after which they stood totally nude in each other's presence. David immediately planted his fingers against her voluptuous breasts, letting his fingers run smoothly and rhythmically against the soft white surface of her stunning ivory breasts.
"Let's take a shower together," he suggested. "Let's get our bodies so clean and sparkling that we want to do everything to each other. I want to make love to this beautiful form."
They got into the shower together and ran the warm water. They stepped directly underneath the spray and let the warm water gush down on them, making dramatic contact with their bodies.
David picked up a piece of soap and, with great enthusiasm, ran it all over Patty's breasts and nipples. He thoroughly enjoyed the slippery contact of soap rubbing against flesh.
Not to be outdone, Patty also picked up a bar of soap, running it over David's chest, enjoying the sight of foamy soap bubbles forming on his chest.
David then switched the soap bar down to her moist slit, soaping it with brisk, thorough strokes, then watching as the warm water rinsed it off thoroughly.
Then he stabbed the warm bar of soap up her anus, watching with mounting sexual passion as she wiggled her hips in dramatic response to his actions. Patty decided to follow his example, letting her soap bar shoot high up into his anus.
They rinsed their clean bodies off thoroughly, then took turns toweling each other off. Then they quickly entered the bedroom together, eager to get into action.
David was feeling the same way that he had on his honeymoon. He recalled how passionate Velma had been, and how they had often taken showers before getting into the actual sex act. Now things had slowed down sexually between them, but David was feeling those same pangs of excitement he had experienced as a very young man on his honeymoon.
His fingers moved forward with lightning speed as he circulated them inside Patty's nest. She let out an exhilarated sigh as his sweeping movements made distinct headway.
"Do the same to my prick," he called with a certain measure of impatience in his voice.
He tingled to the touch of her fingers as they caressed the end of his long stick. That caused him to wield his own fingers more effectively over her mound.
They continued their brisk movements until they were on the verge of exploding. Their sweaty bodies were ablaze with trembling passions as they lay there providing each other with the maximum in thrills.
"Let's suck each other," he suddenly suggested.
They turned their trembling bodies around and faced each other. David darted his head forward, zeroing in with great rapidity on her mound.
As his tongue flicked passionately around her box she let her tongue glide energetically up and down his rod. The passions within her rose some more as her tongue moved up and down his warm sheath.
While her tongue worked up and down on his cock, her fingers found their way down to his balls, which she tickled with passionate flowing finger movements.
They matched each other stab for stab, running their tongues over each other with a spirit of unmitigated zeal, determined to collect plentiful loads of juice for their efforts.
Patty became so hot so fast that she immediately shot. Then David went to work once more, encouraged by what he had received, determined to suck her until she was literally dry.
His fingers continued circulating over her buttocks while his tongue torpedoed her dewy cunt petals. And she continued running her tongue up and down his dong.
His legs began shaking noticeably as he observed himself drawing ever closer to an explosion. His breathing became heavier, a fact that instantly was picked up on by Patty, who proceeded to suck him all the faster.
They sucked each other with passionate grace, matching each other on a stroke for stroke basis as they drove each other closer to the brink of climax. This time they were certain that they would explode at the identical same moment.
That was precisely what happened as the juice began flowing from the tip of David's burning phallus at the identical point in which a stream of juice was emitted from Patty's nest.
The burning excitement lodged between his legs remained intact as he desired to shoot one more time. His fingers felt around her moist mound as his cock remained hard and ready for action.
He pushed his hand under her searing smooth buttocks, holding them in place as he prepared to thrust his cock forward. He let out a lengthy sigh, then shoved his penis deep inside her clasping cunt. His cock and balls, bloated with passion, were never more ready.
With intense excitement he continued shoving his phallus in and out of her smooth hairy vagina. The impact was devastating as she flipped her hips back and forth rhythmically to meet his driving, stabbing movements. Every now and then he would let out a grunt, and occasionally she would sigh.
He worked with the devastating impact of a sex machine, drilling her with a series of swift stabbing movements. Her belly rolled and she let out seething little gasps of erotic stimulation as the resolute cock pounding continued.
Her stomach rolled with his stabbing lunges. Spasms of delight circulated electrically through his power-packed body, which was providing her with all the dynamic thrills she could withstand.
"Oh, can you fuck," she sighed, letting her hips flip rhythmically in tune with his decisive movements. "Give me everything you've got, keep it driving, give me your prick."
He twisted and turned as he drove the meat spiritedly into her, emitting a quick series of ooohhhs and ahhhhss from her lips. With breathtaking regularity the pounding continued as she contracted her dewy cuntal muscles, enjoying every driving movement.
"I want your fuck," she said excitedly, her hips shaking like those of an erotic dancer as the thrusting continued. "Keep it up, screw me, give it all you've got."
With the fingers of his right hand he squeezed her buttocks cheeks affectionately, and with those of his left he squeezed her nipples, causing her body to ignite with passion.
He continued ramming his hard cock into her. A tiny smile of satisfaction surfaced on his lips. He was happy over the pleasures he was sending into her body.
Then he reached the point where he felt an intense itch in his cock that circulated as well through his balls. He pumped his flaming meat into her with even greater excitement, impatiently awaiting his final orgasmic eruption.
"Drill me, drill me, drill me," she begged.
"Oh, I will," he gasped eagerly.
"Keep fucking, honey, shoot your cum into my cunt."
"Hang on, sweetheart."
"I'm with you," she asserted, flaring her hips back and forth to meet his intense thrusts.
He made a hissing sound, gritted his teeth, and flipped his sweaty nude body forward once more, determined to make his last few dynamic penis stabs his best ever, determined to send his gorgeous lover to the heights of exhilarating passion.
"Ohhhhhhh, you're gettinnnnggggg it," he finally sighed, "I'm cuuummmiinnngggg."
"Yes, yes," she sighed, shaking her head happily as she received his profuse load. And at that same point her own orgasm surfaced. "Aaaaaagggghhhhhhhhhh."
They lay next to each other for several minutes, catching their breath, returning slowly to normal after stimulating activity. He opened his eyes finally and stared at the clock on the wall.
"I hate to say this, but I've got to be going," he patted her affectionately on her buttocks.
"This soon?" she groaned. Patty was just beginning to settle into the routine of things. She enjoyed David's stimulating sexual company.
"Afraid so," he said with obvious regret. "I've got the wife and the kids waiting at home."
A feeling of sickness suddenly bolted through Patty's stomach. She had become so aroused by what was happening to her, so stimulated by the sex action she was experiencing, that the thought of Velma and her children had temporarily passed from her mind. But the glaring reminder immediately caused her to feel guilty over what she had done.
She thought about the possibility that she could be a party to breaking up a home, and the beautiful feeling that she had had at the conclusion of the sex act suddenly gave way to one of remorse for once more having sex with Vel-ma's husband behind her back.
She envisioned poor Velma poised and waiting at home for the return of her husband, totally unaware of what was transpiring between him and his secretary.
David instinctively knew that he had done the wrong thing by mentioning his wife to Patty. He looked at her immediately after the sentence had escaped from his mouth and observed the worried look in her eyes. He knew right down to the pit of his stomach that neither one of them could react to a situation like the one with which they were involved with equanimity.
But they remained so drawn toward each other that it was difficult for them to change horses at midstream. They discovered this fact all the more readily in the next few days. They found themselves visiting various hotels and motels in the Los Angeles area after work. And, occasionally, whenever time permitted, when they got out of work early enough, they went to Patty's apartment.
They made love in every conceivable way. One moment Patty would have David's rigid penis in her mouth. The next time he would have his tongue up her flaming vagina. And, on many occasions, he would drill his penis into her with great enthusiasm until he orgasmed.
There was one side of her that remained vibrantly alive, the most happily alive she had ever been, but through it all there remained the equivocations and doubts concerning the fact she was cheating on Velma. She always feared being caught, of having everything about her romance with David dragged into the open like dirty linen.
One afternoon David excused her early, explaining that he would see her in her apartment in about an hour. She drove directly to her home, mixed a pitcher of martinis, which would serve as added stimulation, unmade the bed, and turned on the romantic Jackie Gleason records she liked to play during lovemaking on the stereo.
Then all that was left to do was to get ready for his arrival, so she slowly and systematically stripped down to her panties and bra. To be on the safe side, however, she threw her lavendar robe over her body. She had a drink as she waited, feeling the nervous itch between her legs that always preceded sex with him. She crossed and re-crossed her legs many times, waiting with keen anticipation for him to arrive.
He finally arrived, edging inside the door and planted a lengthy French kiss inside her mouth.
"Isn't that the way to get things started?" he smiled.
"Yes, how about a drink?"
"Fine, as long as it's a quick one." Then his fingers dropped down suggestively toward his swollen cock, which he fingered against the outline of his trousers.
He wolfed down the martini, then was ready for bedroom action. They went into the bedroom and, with his usual sure-handedness, stripped her robe off, then her bra and panties, after which he took his own clothes off.
Then they went into the uninhibited act of lovemaking as his cock went to work driving diligently in and out of her smooth, wet nest. His hips flipped with a determined sense of accomplishment as his penis darted back and forth with speedy precision, pushing himself ever closer to the big moment they both awaited.
Several times a gasping Patty realized just how close she was to shooting her load, but she deliberately held back, preferring to save herself for the big moment wherein he would be discharging his own juices from his inflated tool.
She watched as his balls continued rapidly swelling, full of potential orgasmic excitement, ready to pop shortly and release their voluminous juices inside her hot nest.
The orgasm came in the very manner that she had hoped it would. They bolted simultaneously, discharging plentiful streams of juice into each other as they let out sighs of exhilaration.
Patty wanted him more at that moment than she ever had before. The more frequently she shared her body with him the greater the degree of attachment that formed within her. Now she desired to have him inside her mouth, to lick on the end of his huge rod, which had gone down so very little after he exploded.
"Let me have this," she whispered in her sexiest tone, grabbing ahold of his sturdy phallus and running her fingers up and down the smooth surface of its base.
"Oh, suck me, honey," he begged, "I want you to suck me."
"Hang on, baby, 'cause that's just what I'm gonna do."
Her fingers pried their way smoothly down to his swollen scrotum, and her tongue went to work with eagerness as she flung it up and down over his aroused cock.
Her heart fluttered with rising passion as she stepped up the pace of her sucking, grinding her tongue up and down systematically with superb movements as she pushed her lover close to orgasm.
"Oh, tickle those balls some more," he gasped, "run those fingers around them, toy with them, give me some good action, baby, I love it, I love your tongue."
Her fingers circulated smoothly over his balls as her tongue worked its way with eagerness up and down his rigid, bulging cudgel, which was swollen to the bursting point.
Even though she had wanted to prolong the act so she could enjoy her suck to the fullest, her fervent desire to experience his load overcame any feelings in the direction of stringing things out. She tugged at his balls several times more and stepped up her pace as she ran her tongue eagerly up and down his cock.
"Oooohhhh, I'm ggggoooiiinnnggg, aagghhh," he gasped, setting off a deluge of thick white juice pouring into her open mouth.
They broke up their tryst right after his cock exploded into Patty's anxious mouth. He kissed her fondly at the front door, smiled, then left. She felt saddened by his leaving, silently bemoaning the fact that they had only a few stolen moments to share in life.
She wanted to spend all the time with him that she desired, which, as she was only too well aware, was an impossibility, considering David's marital situation.
Once he left she slipped into her robe and walked toward the wet bar, pouring herself a drink. She took a quick sip and sighed. How she wanted to have David and his thrusting cock all to herself! She bemoaned the fact that she was caught in a bad situation.
No sooner did she finish her first sip of the drink than the doorbell rang. She set her drink down on top of the bar, tied her robe so that no part of her body was showing, then walked toward the door.
She opened the door and her heart stopped as she stared directly into the drawn face of Velma Roberts, David's wife, looking more pale and subdued than she could ever recall seeing her. Dark circles rested under both eyes.
"May I come in?" Velma said in a hoarse whisper.
"Yes, by all means," Patty's whisper was even more quiet than that of Velma as she held the door open and watched with concern as Velma strode inside.
"Nice place you have here," Velma's eyes took in the living room approvingly.
As for Patty, she was numb. She wondered how much Velma knew, and whether she was confronting her as a part of a fishing expedition or if she had definitive proof as to her relationship with her husband.
"Thank you. Won't you sit down?"
"Don't mind if I do," Velma nodded, sitting down in the chair.
"Could I fix you a drink?"
"I could use one," she said somewhat ruefully, which gave Patty an indication of what was to come.
Patty handed Velma her drink and sat down in a chair opposite from hers. She took a long sip from the glass, then put it down on a coaster on the small table next to the chair.
"How long have you been seeing my husband?" Velma's eyes narrowed as she confronted Patty directly.
"What do you mean?"
"You don't have to play innocent, my dear, because I've seen enough already," Velma shot right back. "When two people have been living together as long as David and I have, it's very difficult for one to deceive the other, particularly when it comes to extra-marital affairs. When I observed that David was acting strange, and when I noticed that he was starting to put in more work hours than usual, I got very suspicious. Several times, when he didn't come home after work, I called your number, wondering if he would perhaps be foolish enough to carry on an affair with his secretary. Well, it seemed like nobody was ever at home here. Either that or I would get a busy signal. I finally concluded that maybe you were taking the phone off the hook so you wouldn't be disturbed. Well, tonight when David didn't come I decided to drive over to your place and investigate, seeing if my hunch was correct. I got your address from the switchboard at David's office, then investigated on my own. I couldn't have been more accurate, could I, dear?"
"I guess not," Patty slumped back in the chair, visibly shaken.
"Are you two planning to marry? Is David getting ready to ask me for a divorce?"
"We've never talked about marriage," Patty shook her head.
"Maybe it's time for you to start considering it. I'm not going to be exposed to an unpleasant double life on the part of my husband. It wouldn't be good for me or the children to endure anything like that. I'm for bringing everything into the open."
Tears surfaced in Patty's eyes and her head dropped disconsolately into her hands.
"No, there's no need to talk about a divorce," Patty said in a hushed voice after a momentary pause. "You might believe this, seeing as how I got caught in the act of doing something like this, but I'm not a family wrecker. No, I've thought a lot about what I did and I can't really say I'm proud. I just happened to have fallen in love with your husband, but that doesn't mean that I intended to have him for good. I'll step out of the picture. I want it that way. You don't ever have to worry about me again."
"You won't have anything more to do with my husband? That is, except for being his secretary."
"That's right."
"That's very good of you," her face lit up for the first time since she had come into the room. "I never expected you to do something like this in the first place. I still can't understand it."
"Neither can I," Patty shrugged. "It's just that we saw each other in a different light one night and that was it. The professional relationship suddenly ended and a romance began." drink, then got up from the chair.
"Should the three of us get together and talk this over?" Velma asked, looking at Patty with concern.
"No, that won't be necessary," Patty told her emphatically. "I'll just voluntarily step down."
"Are you going to mention my visit?"
"No, that won't do any good. I'll just tell him something that, believe it or not, I was thinking about doing anyway. I'll tell him that I'm not a marriage-wrecker and I don't believe in going behind people's backs. No, I'll just tell him emphatically that this is it, that I'm definitely stepping down."
"Thank you, Patty. You don't know how good that makes me feel," a look of relief surfaced on Velma's face.
"Don't mention it. It was the least I could do after all the trouble that I caused."
She closed the door behind her and Patty was left contemplating the empty evening by herself. Tears began rolling down both sides of her fate as the tragedy of the moment sank in with crushing impact. For the moment she wished she was dead. First there was Rick, who fizzled after she had put him on the spot and forced him to declare sincere intentions toward her. Then there was David, her handsome, sexy boss, with whom she fell hopelessly in love. But that relationship was also destined to produce tragedy.
Patty went into the bedroom after shutting off the stereo. She wanted everything completely silent, preferring to brood alone and in perfect stillness. And there was still a difficult task remaining, perhaps the most difficult task she had ever been called upon to face.
She would have to tell the man she loved that their romance was all over, and that she did not ever want to involve herself with him in a romantic sense again.
With that troubling thought in mind, she tossed and turned for most of the rest of the night, obtaining very little sleep.