Girlfriends - Part 2

By Nigel McParr
von_souppe @ hotmail . com
Copyright 2011 by Nigel McParr, all rights reserved.

Heather woke with a start. A tiny gasp escaped her lips as the stark image of Carter’s pole-like cock faded into receding memory. For a fleeting second she clung to it, desperately hoping she could hang on to the beautiful memory. As she swung her long legs out of bed she realized his image was indeed unforgettable. It would surely linger long enough to resurrect tonight and perhaps tomorrow night as well.

It was Monday morning, two days after she had lost her virginity. The weekend had totally transformed her. She was still reeling from Madison’s not so sisterly ministrations and control not to mention Carter’s little-boy willingness to comply. He’d given her an unexpected gift: a whole new sense of her body and the power it held. The two of them had fucked and dildoed her so many times front and back she’d lost count. Madison had been firm, at the same time loving, warm, and understanding. She had taken her time, gently guiding Heather to sexual heights she had never dreamed existed.

Carter was quite the opposite, as eager as a puppy, anxious to bury his nose in her pussy and fuck her like crazy. Madison had had all she could do to restrain him lest he come all over her thighs before he even entered her. Her whip held him in check until just the right moment when they came together like the Big Bang. The couple had given her exactly what she needed. Her feet barely touched the floor as she walked to the bathroom. Her tentativeness was gone. She felt assertive and confident, a real woman now just like Madison.

As she showered in the stinging hot spray and worked her fingers into her soap slippery pussy, she remembered the thrust of Carter’s fat cock filling her to bursting and sliding easily up her ass after he’d taken her virginity. Madison had told her being butt-fucked was icing on the cake and she had been right. Madison’s dildo, mouth, and hands all over her breasts, belly, and pussy had enhanced the experience.

As clear as a bell as she stepped out of the shower she heard Madison’s reminder: “Don’t even think of wearing a bra to work Monday morning. I’ll be in to check on you,” she warned.

Until the weekend, Madison’s remark would have upset her.  She would not have considered going braless in public. The weekend had changed that. She had learned to completely trust her best girlfriend. She accepted her support and her motherly supervision. Madison had opened the door, given her a taste of her new lease on life. Just thinking of Madison’s fingers teasing her pussy awake sent her into a shimmering orgasm.

It was cool that morning. Fall was in the air. She would break out her autumn wardrobe. Madison hadn’t been specific about what to wear to work, except she was not to wear a bra. With her over-sized boobs, that was going to present some interesting challenges. She put the thought out of her mind and opened her underwear drawer. She selected sheer nylon panties and a silk camisole. She strapped a black garter belt around her hips, rolled a pair of seamed nylons up her legs, and snapped the stocking tops to her garters. She chose a tailored woolen plaid skirt that fit perfectly over the arcs of her hips and 4” heels she had never had the courage to wear until now. Her new height would ensure she stood an inch or two taller than her boss.

From her sweater drawer she selected a clingy navy lambs-wool cardigan with a high neckline and row of buttons down its front. It had been a gift from Madison. She’d read somewhere that men liked to imagine what lay beneath a woman’s blouse buttons.  As old fashioned as Mr. Johnson was, the tiny buttons might have a subtle teasing effect. She had no intention of undoing even a single button, but it would afford him the chance to dream.

As she buttoned the clingy sweater over the billowy expanse of her unsupported breasts, her nipples began to tingle. Looking down, she watched them prominently present themselves through her camisole and sweater. Such a blatant display of nipples would never do. She went into the bathroom and taped her nipples. It didn’t help much. “Well,” she whispered, studying her bosom in the bathroom mirror, “it’s both a curse and a wonder to be a woman so blessed. But it’s going to be a lovely day – this day the worm turns.”

She ate a hasty breakfast and made sure she got to the lingerie store early. She parked her car behind the store and checked to make sure Mr. Johnson had not yet arrived. She was unpacking a new shipment of bras when Mr. Johnson came into the store. She didn’t look up more than a second to smile at him, but she could sense in that instant he was shocked at the sight of her. She continued to fold the bras while her arms assure her breasts were kept in vigorous jiggling motion. She acted as if nothing had changed. Finally, he said good morning and hurried into his office at the back of the store. She smiled broadly at his fleeing back.

Round One…

Mrs. Wolski was waiting for Heather when she returned from lunch with Madison. She was middle-aged now, tall and matronly, busty and wide-hipped. Heather thought she must have been an attractive woman in her younger years. She possessed an air of graceful movement and self-assurance that Heather envied. She came straight to the point, sometimes even running roughshod over Mr. Johnson. Heather liked and admired this consummate symbol of womanhood.  When she came into the store, she had on her usual attire: silk print dress, tight-laced corset, low heels, and sans bra. She kept her graying hair up and arranged in an old fashioned pompadour. As she made her way through the aisles to Heather, her heavy breasts swayed ponderously at her corseted waistline.  There was a gleam of excitement in Mrs. Wolski’s eyes. Heather watched her and wondered if she was the subject of her excitement.

Mrs. Wolski took a corset from the counter and told Heather to join her in the fitting room. While Heather laced her into the new garment, Mrs. Wolski said over her shoulder, “I knew you were up to something this weekend, Heather. I had just to come in and see for myself. So, how you are doing on this day of days? You look so lovely, dear, modest and pretty. It’s about time you took off that bra. She ran her palm over the soft wool covering Heather’s breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. “Just look at you. My husband would love to get his hands on these. It’s one more reason why I will not let him near this store.” She laughed. “Your natural bust line is absolutely fantastic. I’m really enjoying your new look. It makes you one of us now.”

Heather wasn’t sure what Mrs. Wolski meant by that, but she didn’t say anything. She just nodded and blushed. “How did Mr. Johnson react when he saw you?”

“When he saw me he didn’t know what to say. He was very nervous.”

“I’ll bet he was.” A small smile flitted across Mrs. Wolski’s face.  Did your weekend go well?” Heather stared at the store’s best customer. “Heather, your look is telling. It’s time I told you. I know about Madison and her boyfriend.”  Mrs. Wolski took Heather’s hand. “Let me explain.” Heather nodded, half frightened, half excited. Things were unraveling way too fast for her.  “Do you remember my telling you I knew your mother…God rest her soul?”

“Why yes.”

“You could not have have known Madison’s mother and I have also been friends since high school. We were best girlfriends before you and Madison were born.”

“Omigosh! I had no idea.”

“Perhaps we should have told you. I’m sorry for that. Life can be complicated that way. I know all about you. Your mother, Madison’s mother and I share something in common: we are best friends and passionate about being in control - especially the men in our lives.” For the very first time, Heather watched Mrs. Wolski turn away to hide the hot blush spreading over her cheeks.

“We enjoyed scheduling our girls weekends and occasionally we still do …we make love among ourselves.” Mrs. Wolski’s eyes narrowed. “You are so pretty, Heather.” She brushed away a strand of hair from her cheek. The brush of Mrs. Wolski’s knuckles on her cheek sent a chill through Heather. Mrs. Wolski’s hand reminded her of Madison’s gentle lovemaking and how she had helped her explore the new awareness of herself.

 “I had no idea, Mrs. Wolski…” Heather stuttered, unsure, desperate to change the subject and escape the faraway look in Mrs. Wolski’s eyes.

Mrs. Wolski’s voice was like honey now, mellifluous and soft. Her arms circled Heather’s waist and pulled her in to her until their breasts met. “Dearest Heather, things cannot ever be the same now. You are not the same girl who turned out the store lights Friday evening.”

M-Mrs. Wolski…”

“Please, you must call me Sarah.”

“Sarah…what about Carter?

“What do you mean?”

“Well, this weekend we did…everything…like I had no idea how much fun it was. I want to do it again.”

“Of course you do. And I’m sure Madison will see to it. But right now, there is the even more important matter of Mr. Johnson.”

“I-I don’t understand,” Heather said, playing dumb, stalling for time, to see where Mrs. Wolski was going with this conversation. . What about Mr. Johnson?” she asked wide-eyed, trying to look innocent.

 “He wants you, Heather. You must already know that.” Heather nodded slowly, as the reality of her relationship with her boss began to sink in. She stared silently at the older woman. “Oh, I know all his foibles. I probably know him better than his deceased wife Maggie.” Mrs. Wolski smiled and stroked Heather’s cheek. “But, darling, I can tell you beneath it all he is a good man, solid, reliable, warm, and caring. Oh, and did I mention in the hands of the right woman he is compliant, too?’

Mrs. Wolski’s last comment reassured Heather. It reinforced her newly emerging persona. She understood now where Madison and Mrs. Wolski were trying to take her. Still, she would not move quickly nor make assumptions. There was so much she didn’t know about her boss, so many questions to be answered before she could be sure of the course she would adopt. On the other hand, there was no question in her mind that Mr. Johnson could provide everything she didn’t have: money, long range security, and most importantly he could meet her emerging need to control.

“I…I have no idea how to begin with Mr. Johnson. Where would I start?” she watched and waited while Mrs. Wolski drew in a deep dramatic breath that expanded her already capacious bosom and drew the silk bodice taut over her breasts.

“Your first task is to assert yourself. Then, you must begin his training, gently at first, to take him in hand. Win him over. Teach him to trust you while you show him who is boss. Everything must be on your terms. Make no mistake, Heather. Maggie’s been gone for two years. He is ripe for plucking.”

“I don’t know… I mean how-”

“You must let him know you have expectations, your expectations – not his. Don’t give an inch.  Take every concession and cherish it. Be prim and firm.”

Did you know his deceased wife well?”

Oh, yes, we were quite close. I helped them finance the start-up of this store. I worked with Maggie a great deal on the finances before the store settled itself onto an even keel. It has been a good investment.”

Heather drew in her breath. “I had no idea.’

“There’s a lot you don’t know.  The only thing Mr. Johnson understands is firm expectations and feminine resolve. Maggie provided both in spades. She never had to take a hand to him. A look, the tone of her voice was enough to rein him in. When she was forced to waiver during her illness, I took over for her. Mr. Johnson knows better than to buck my wishes or ignore one of my looks.  If he did, I’d take control of the store.”

“I-I don’t know if I have that sort of resolve within me.”

“Of course you do. Madison and I both know that. He has this dream of possessing you like some sort of bauble, a china doll to be kept on the shelf for his means and purposes. We both know what I mean by his purposes. Early on, he tried that with Maggie. It didn’t work – not for one second.  Girlfriends do not suffer fools.”

“Did Mr. Johnson and Maggie ever want children?”

“Oh, yes.”

“What happened?” 

Mrs. Wolski smiled at the question. “I understand your concern. A woman wants children.” Heather nodded her assent. “Suffice it to say for now it would not be appropriate for me to comment on their efforts. I will say they wanted children and it did not work out. They were looking into adoption when Maggie got sick.”

“So, what do you suggest, Sarah?”

“You are a beautiful young woman, far prettier than Maggie, but no less made of the right stuff.”

“But you said he wants me on his terms?”

“Yes, of course he does. Since Maggie passed he thinks it might be possible.  We both know that is not going to happen. It’s not a problem. You must be yourself. Put simply, do not yield to him…ever. Maintain control on your terms alone.”

Heather recalled how Carter had surrendered to her. She smiled at the possibilities. “I like that. How do I act, conduct myself?”

“Dress modestly with a certain air about you. Think of yourself as the complete woman in charge of the males in your life.”

“Sarah, you are describing yourself. I don’t know if I could rise to your level of competence.”

Mrs. Wolski laughed until her great breasts shook with her mirth. “You flatter me too much. But make no mistake, I am loving it. As for you, I want you to wear your long hair up off your lovely neck. Go to my hairdresser. He’ll style your hair, perhaps a bun or chignon. Never let Mr. Johnson see you with your hair down. Clothing? Think as a school teacher. No sheer blouses, no low necklines. Prefer tall heels to maximize your height. I can’t wear tight-fitting jeans any more, but you can. Prefer calf and ankle-length hemlines, denim and khaki jumpers, tailored skirts like what you are wearing but longer, and belted dresses. It goes without saying, you mustn’t wear a bra.”

“My gosh, that’s a whole new wardrobe.  I cannot afford that.”

“I understand Heather. I know what a pitiful salary Mr. Johnson pays you and that is going to change. In the meantime, you are not to worry. I know the perfect store for your new wardrobe. I want to purchase it for you.”

“S-Sarah, I cannot allow you to do that.’

“Of course you can. Look upon it as a modest investment on my part in the future of this store. Remember, if the store profits, I profit. Your look as the new store manager is critical to its success.”

“Store manager?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Oh, thank you, Sarah. But I don’t deserve it.”

“Nobody’s earned it more so than you.”

“You’re molding me into management, making me into a matron.”

“Exactly, Heather. Now we are of the same mind.”

“I’m not sure I fully understand…”

“Put simply in the vernacular, you will subdue Mr. Johnson and take him into your charge. Though I don’t think you’ll need to, you can get all the sexual satisfaction you need from Madison and Carter. At the same time, you gain control of Mr. Johnson and the store. You will have financial security, self-satisfaction, complete control, and self-realization. I want and can help you become who you really are - a take charge lady.” 

            “I won’t deny I’m drawn to your proposal. Madison has been pushing me in the same direction. I like what you say, but can I do it? Madison has Carter wrapped around her little finger. If he doesn’t obey her, she takes him over her knee. The thought of doing something like that to Mr. Johnson makes nervous. I cannot imagine using corporal punishment. No, I’m sure I could not do that, Sarah.”

            “You don’t have to, Heather. You can control him and keep him under your thumb with your demeanor and tone of your voice. I can speak to that point. It’s how I manage my own husband.  Let me give you some examples…”

Under Mrs. Wolski’s guidance, Heather grew more confident and practically unaware of her unsupported low slung breasts. She became more forward and more demanding of her boss. She was wearing her new wardrobe, which Mr. Johnson clearly saw as a sea change. She began to pepper him with questions about the store, why wasn’t kept cleaner, why hadn’t he placed an order she had requested weeks ago. She took over stocking and inventory control. Her questions amazed him. He began to lose his composure when she set her hands on her hips and peppered him with comments and questions. She was learning to assume Mrs. Wolski’s persona. He didn’t know what to say. He wilted in her glares. She could see the change in him, the cracks in his armor.

Over lunch one day, Heather told Mrs. Wolski, “I have a new confidence, Sarah. I am putting my foot down and I’m not afraid to raise my voice. I have never been able to do that. I hope he doesn’t fire me.”

“You needn’t worry, Heather. If you have one bit of difficulty with him, I want you to call me. Now, are you seeing to your needs?”

The frankness of Mrs. Wolski’s question forced Heather to giggle. “I’m sorry, Sarah. I don’t mean to make light of your concern. Madison is taking very good care of me. She’s been seeing to it that Carter fucks me regularly. He’s becoming my rent-a-cock. If he doesn’t mind me, I make him sleep on my couch. Mostly, though, he knows better and is in my bed beside…er under me.”

Mrs. Wolski smiled at that. “He and Madison are just the beginning, girl. There is so much more we have to offer. You have no idea…”

One rainy November afternoon, Heather was in the basement of the store replenishing counter stock. She was off in a corner behind some shelving when she heard Mr. Johnson coming down the basement stairs. She waited, barely breathing, to see what he was up to. He disappeared into the walled off cubicle where there was a sink and a toilet.  She waited and listened. Not a sound. He sure as hell wasn’t cleaning the bathroom. She had to stand over him to make him do that. She had her suspicions as she tip-toed across the dusty concrete to the closed cubicle door.  She rapped on the door.

“Are you all right, Mr. Johnson?  I know you are in there. I heard you lock the door ten minutes ago.” A nervous throat clearing was his only response.  “Unlock the door this minute. I know what you’re doing in there!”

When the door finally opened, Mr. Johnson stood before her, cringing and blushing. She could see the anguish in his eyes and the huge bulge in his suit trousers. The sight both excited and angered her. His demeanor fueled her resolve to take him into her charge. She pushed him out of the way and strode into the tiny bathroom.  It took her a second to spot the dog-eared magazine he’d tried to hide on the toilet paper shelf above the toilet.  She picked up the magazine and silently studied its lurid cover.

“Bare Breasted Bathing Beauties” she slowly read out loud, shaming him with her voice. “I see their measurements are included, too. You should be ashamed of yourself reading this trash! You will report to me in my office at closing. I want to have a word with you.”

With that she rolled up the magazine, struck him with it, and then spun on her heel. She went up the stairs with the magazine to the comfortable office that had once been Mr. Johnson’s. Mrs. Wolski had made that change. Now, he had no office of his own. He was forced to use the battered oak roll top desk and swivel chair in the back hallway. The same desk he had relegated to her when he’d hired her.  It afforded him the same lack of privacy she had experienced.

She spent the rest of the day in her office, leaving him to wait on the customers. Just before closing, she heard a soft knock on the door. When he came in, she had her legs crossed beneath the calf-length hem of her tailored khaki skirt. She knew he could see her ankles and the sheen of her seamed nylons. The girlie magazine lay open on her desk. She held it up to him.

            “Harold, I am deeply disappointed in your behavior,” she said, addressing him for the first time by his Christian name. “Is this how you remember Maggie?  I am not your mother nor am I your wife, but if I were, I swear I’d whip you within an inch of your life.” Tears of shame and frustration filled the man’s eyes. Heather could sense his remorse. It was written all over him.  “This is going to stop today.  Right now! What would happen to us if one of our customers saw the bulge in your pants or saw you playing with yourself?  Our business is women’s underwear built on absolute trust and discretion. If I catch you again…”

“I promise I’ll stop,” he whispered. “I know what you’re saying. It’s so embarrassing. Never again.”

“See that you don’t. If it does happen again, I’m going to tell Mrs. Wolski. She told me she has a vested interest in the store.”

“She told you that?”

Oh, yes, and much more. I know all about you Master Harold.” Heather uncrossed her legs then and sat up perfectly straight. In doing so, she lifted her suspended breasts to him, which he silently accepted as a badge of her feminine authority. His look assured her she was doing the right thing. She ignored his gaze and pressed on. “From this moment on, Harold Johnson, I am in charge of all the doings in this store. I will seek your advice and I will listen to you, but when I have made my decisions you will do as you are told. Am I perfectly clear?”  

Mr. Johnson sucked in his breath as he nodded his assent.

“Good. I also want you to know I’m aware of how you watch me while I’m consulting with our customers. This will stop immediately.” Heather had a flash of inspiration.  The moment was right to finish the job. “Take down your trousers and your underwear.”

He hesitated. His eyes pleaded with her. “Heather, please…”

“I told you to get those trousers down. Must I take them down for you?”

Her face was a mask as she caught and silenced the gasp of pleasure rising in her throat. She watched Mr. Johnson lower his pants and then his white cotton briefs.  His legs were well muscled, not at all what she had expected. His cock was huge, which amazed her even more. He was hung like a horse with large full balls and a cock that flaccid was nearly as large as Carter when he was ready to mount her. Not wanting him to know how pleased she was, she managed to hide her guilty pleasure. Her stern expression left him feeling isolated and embarrassed.

He gulped and blushed. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“Why are you sorry? Is it the magazine?”

 He shook his head. “Maggie couldn’t stand my penis.”

“Why?”

“I’m too big. After our wedding night, she rarely let me put what she called ‘my big ugly thing’ inside her. Eventually, she forbade me to sleep with her.”

“You mean all those years…?”

“We didn’t sleep together. She’d strap me sometimes and make me masturbate in front of her. Then she’d send me up to my bedroom. I wanted children. She wasn’t having any of that.”

“II had no idea, Heather lied. “Come here. I want to have a better look at you.”

Shivers of anticipation shot through her as she rolled back from her desk and took his meaty cock in one hand and the girth of his great heavy balls in the other. When he groaned she shushed him. She could barely get her hand around him as his cock swelled and grew to her touch. He began to shiver and babble as she took hold of him. “Will you be still, Harold,” she ordered. “Migod!  Maggie was right to complain. You are huge. You have lovely balls, velvety and full by the looks of them.” She glanced up into his eyes. “I must have caught you before you came.”

Mr. Johnson blushed and nodded at her expert appraisal.

“It’s a good thing, too. Oh, my,” she murmured as she began to explore his incredible instrument of pleasure meant now for her use alone.  She gently skinned him back while she stroked and teased the ribbed walls of his cock with her long nails.  She could feel him stiffen and grow. The head turned taut and scarlet as it came alive in her hands. He was every bit as responsive as Carter and easily a third bigger. He put the younger man to shame. It occurred to her he might not fit into her mouth, which at this point didn’t bother her. Sucking him off was a reward that would come later after she had him firmly in hand.

“Perhaps you deserved Maggie’s punishments - what you must have put that poor woman through. I can see where she might have refused to let you fuck her. It must have hurt her. Well, it’s of consequence now. I’m in charge and I’ll decide where we go from here. The size of your penis is impressive, but it means nothing. It is what is. If you don’t behave, you can expect me to punish you. If you do behave, you will experience my love first hand.”

He looked at her incredulously. He was beginning to understand where Heather meant to take him. She could feel him tense as she moved him to the brink. His great cock was pulsating, eager to come. He rose onto his toes as she lifted his balls and gently squeezed them.  

“Oh, please…” he whispered. “I can’t hold it any longer.”

“Do you fully submit to me? Will you obey me?”

“Y-Yes…yes…”

“Close your eyes. Imagine I have opened my blouse.  I am allowing you to touch me. Do you have that image in your mind?”  Eyes clenched shut, he nodded eagerly.

Satisfied, she drew back his foreskin and pumped him into preliminary ejaculation. She urged him to come, causing his cock to harden and ooze, then erupt like a volcano, spraying semen all over her skirt and blouse. She had never felt anything so pleasurable and powerful. This was even better than Carter fucking her. He was hers now. There was no longer any question about that.

As winter passed into spring, Heather’s dominant persona blossomed and matured. Inexplicably Heather’s breasts grew even larger, so full and heavy they made their way to her waistline. Madison and Mrs. Wolski were more than pleased with their student’s emotional and physical growth. They complimented Heather on her bust line and newfound bossiness. It was Mrs. Wolski who initially broached the possibility of marriage. Through the spring, the three women quietly discussed Heather’s wedding plans. They said nothing about it to Mr. Johnson.

Heather was managing the store and doing a far better job of it than Mr. Johnson ever had. He worked for her now and had to be careful about what he said. The customers loved the new arrangement and spread the word, bring in a lot of new business. They told Heather it was about time a woman was in charge when they came in to buy underwear. If on the rare chance Mr. Johnson were to question one of Heather’s business decisions, all she had to do was fold her arms over her capacious breasts and look him straight in the eye. With Mrs. Wolski’s encouragement, she began to do dinner and a movie with Mr. Johnson. But she kept her apartment and him at arm’s length. He was desperate, but other than a kiss, she did not allow him to touch her.

They were married in a civil ceremony. Madison and Carter, Mrs. Wolski and her husband, and a few friends attended. When Heather took her new husband to their honeymoon bed that night she arranged him flat on his back. She let him watch while she did a slow strip. His cock grew bigger than she’d ever seen. When she wrapped him in her thighs, she smiled and reminded him she was still the boss.

He let out a delightful squeal as she lowered her swaying breasts to his lips and settled her engorged pussy onto the fat bulbous head of his cock. It was his first time inside her, a completely new experience for both of them. His cock painfully stretched her, but she endured it, knowing her reward was close and she was bound to have it. She would take him completely, every blessed millimeter, every drop of him.

As he slid slowly into her, she kissed him on the mouth and whispered, “It’s like fucking a torpedo.”

He grinned proudly. “Is it good for you, Heather? I mean…I want it to be,” he whispered.

“The very best, Mr. Johnson. You are the very fucking best.”

She wished she could bottle the exquisite sense of him packing her insides. Carter had never been able to accomplish that.  He was like a great panting dragon, pulsating, throbbing and growing even fatter as he went deep. She held him off as long as she could. When she finally plunged her hips onto him, he screamed and thrust himself hard against her. It was a firestorm with no end in sight. He came and he came, filling her with super-heated unrequited love. She adored his child-like glee as he pleasured her.  His spurts were like liquid cannon balls, searing into her until she finally lifted her head and let out a scream of her own.

            Much later, barely able to move, Heather cradled Mr. Johnson in her arms and pressed him into the expansive resilience of her breasts. Immersed in a dream-like state, she lay back and let him suckle. His aggressive nursing sent shards of ecstasy through her.

“I want a child,” she murmured. “I want my breasts to grow larger and heavy with milk. We are going to do this every night until I’m pregnant.”

 “Maybe we did it tonight,” he said between slurps.

“Perhaps. We’ll see. By the way, I am spending next weekend with Madison and her mom.  It’s to be a girlfriends weekend - no boys allowed.”

He lifted his head. “What about me?”

“It’s all arranged. Friday night after we close, Mrs. Wolski will take you to her home. Her husband is conveniently away on business and she doesn’t know what she’ll do with herself.” She could feel the shivers slicing through him, his sly toothy grin nearly  hidden in the darkness. She pinched him and laughed. “Did you actually think I didn’t know? There are no secrets between Sarah Wolski and me.” She paused for effect. “Mrs. Wolski says before Maggie passed, Maggie gave her strap or was it her belt to Mrs. Wolski?”  

            Mr. Johnson shifted uncomfortably. “It was her belt,” he said softly with such resignation it moved Heather.

            Several moments passed.

            “Monday morning, when we open the store, here is what I want you to do, Mr. Johnson.”  She began to recite a litany of projects for her new husband.  He nodded, but really didn’t hear her. He was on his way to dreamland and she, though she didn’t yet know it, was pregnant.

The End