Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Her Special PayBack: #3

I pulled the sheet up to her shoulders and quietly closed the door, cleaned up the kitchen, had two healthy drinks and went to bed. I thought, "Tomorrow should be interesting."

I'm an early morning person no matter when I go to bed, so I woke at sunrise, unsuccessfully tried to go back to sleep, and finally got up. My master bedroom has its own bath so I did my morning things, put on a clean shirt and shorts and went to the kitchen.

The office door was still closed so I stalled for about an hour sipping black coffee, reading the morning paper and then started organizing breakfast. I went to the office door and knocked. Nothing.

"Holly, wake up."

I knocked again hard and opened the door. She was on her side facing me with the sheet up to her neck. Her eyes were full of sleep, but open and watching me.

I said, "In twenty minutes breakfast will be ready so you better get your butt out of bed, clean up and meet me in the kitchen."

"Are you always this bossy?"

I pretended to look stern and answered, "Twenty minutes."

I walked away leaving the door open. Minutes later I heard the door to the bathroom close, and then the toilet flushed. Almost twenty minutes later she walked into the kitchen wearing the same T-shirt and shorts. I noticed this time she was wearing a bra.

She sat down without talking. A large glass of milk and another of orange juice was in front of her. I put down a plate with three pieces of toast each topped with two poached eggs accompanied by about eight slices of bacon. I put a couple of bagels on a side plate with cream cheese next to her.

She said, "This is way too much food for me."

Fifteen minutes later the food was gone.

She looked embarrassed. "I ate like a pig again."

"You ate like someone who hasn't eaten right for a while."

She blushed again.

I want to

great park four blocks from here. I'll clean up the kitchen and let's walk to the park and

circled the park once along the bike path and then sat down at a picnic table in front of a large pond; ducks were

was obvious she didn't know what

asked, "What's your

broke with no

your second most

live in a strange town and have

have cancer or

"No."

you wanted

"No."

term problem, but will be fine in the

uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just

my hand and blurted, "Shit, that was stupid of me. You saved my life yesterday; I was

her hand with mine and quietly asked, "If it will make you feel better, why don't you tell me how

first few minutes were stumbling and then everything poured out. She had grown up in a suburb of Chicago. Her father bailed out even before she was born, so she was raised by her mother. They were very poor, but her mom got her through high school

she quickly got a job working for a small business in Chicago. Two years and two promotions later she was starting to make it in the real business world when she met Jim. After three months Jim moved into

alcoholic and had fallen off the wagon. He didn't look very hard for a new job and the

received a week's severance. When she got home that afternoon she found the apartment had

she went to her bank to get the past due rent money, she found out that Jim had cleaned out their

Carol at a charity party about the same time she met Jim and had kept lightly in touch with her even after Carol had moved to Atlanta. She called Carol to see if she could stay with her a few days and start a new life.

across from me at the park sobbing as she finished her story. The look of desperation had come back as she

and be even more of an emotional cripple, but I had to give her some hope; and I was not unaware that

"Holly, you have a big short term problem, but that's all it is.

back to the

"Do you cook?"