[jakeleg]

I put the dull edge against her soft white throat and dragged it slowly across the entire width of her throat. Feeling the cold steel her eyes widened as I moved the blade and for just a second she thought I was actually cutting her throat.

I slid the blade between her breasts and slowly sliced through her dress from the top all the way to her hemline. The dress fell gently to the floor and there she was in a black lace bra and panties, real nylons and a black lace garter belt. This was going to be a very good night.

I felt completely exposed and venerable as my dress floated to the floor. He looked at my breast with those menacing eyes and for a moment the fear took me again and I doubted whether this was really Mark. I was shaking as he stepped forward again and slid the tip of that awful knife under the elastic of my bra between my breasts. His eyes never left mine as his wrist suddenly flipped and my bra joined my dress on the floor. I tried my best to not tremble as he slid the cold steel blade inside my panties. This time he didn't cut. He used the knife to pull out the waistband and slide his fingers under it. Then once again as my rapist stared into my soul with those wicked eyes he snatched my panties from me in one fell swoop.

She could hardly stand; she was so frightened, as I held her panties to my face savoring the wonderful smell of the perfumed pussy that they had so recently covered. I looked her over from head to toe as she trembled not knowing what evil might befall her next. She would soon find out as I walked to my case and took out the cat-o-nine tails. The handle was in the shape of a big, black leather cock. Her eyes grew wide as I approached her.

"What are you doing?" she pleaded.

I said nothing and began to rub the handle over her neck and shoulders. Her eyes followed the shaft as I guided it around her large firm breast. I could watch her nipples harden as I gently caressed each one with the head of the whip handle. I pushed her breast against the leather shaft and stroked it up and down, pushing the bulbous head towards her soft red lips. I gently touched her lips with the head. She turned her head away. I grabbed a handful of hair and snapped her head back forward.

"I'll just ask you once whore.....open your mouth."

She violently pulled her head back.

"I will not you.....you bastard, take your hands off of me."

I put my lips to her ear. "You've had your chance Phyllis, now you'll pay for your insolence."

Just then the phone rang. Once.....twice.....three times, before the machine picked it up.

"Hello, you've reached Phyllis and Mark. You have either called while we are out or we're very, very busy. If you talk when you hear the tone we will call you back as soon as we are free."

"Hey baby, sorry to call so late. If you're there pick up and if you're not shame on you for staying so late at the art show, it's after midnight. I just called to let you know I will have to stay here in Chicago for another day. The meeting got delayed so my plane will be arriving back there sometime Saturday morning. I'll try and call tomorrow afternoon. I hope you're having a good time at the show. See you on Saturday."

My blood ran cold as the reality hit me. Mark was in Chicago. This man...this monster was not my husband. All logic left me as I began to scream for Mark.

"Mark don't hang up......please Mark I need you.....please I'm being attacked....Mark oh Mark please he's going to rape me."

He can only hear you if you pick up the phone Phyllis was the last thing I heard before the sting of the whip assaulted my ass. "Oh god no.........ohhhhhh please no."

Again I heard the swish of the whip cutting through the air before making its cruel contact with my bottom. "Oh no more I begged please don't hit me again."

But he did hit me again...and again and again. He must have hit me a dozen times before my body fell limp hanging from those ropes by my wrist. My ass was on fire as he walked behind me again and again, taking his time and taunting me with each stroke. Finally he stopped and walked around in front of me. He took the handle of his whip and again pressed the bulbous end against my lips.

"Open your mouth Phyllis."

I had to do what he wanted; I couldn't take any more of that evil whip. I opened my mouth and he pushed the shaft over my lips until it hit the back of my throat. I began to gag and he withdrew it slowly and then pushed it back in. He continued for a few more strokes and then he removed it completely.

"Now I'm going to cut you down Phyllis, and if you don't do exactly as I say I'll hang you back up and do the same thing to your back as I did to your beautiful round ass."

I reached up and cut through the rope around her wrist cuffs. I caught her just as her knees were about to buckle. With my arm around her waist I pulled her very tightly against me letting her feel my manhood. Her gorgeous eyes widened as I ground my steel shaft against her thigh. "On your knees whore."

With her cuffed wrist flat against my chest she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. "Please don't make me do this. I'm begging you. My husband will give you money.....he has a lot of money.....just please...please don't make me do this."

"Not that I don't enjoy seeing you beg beautiful, but if it were money I wanted I'd rob a fucking bank. Now get on your knees."

With tears flowing freely down her cheeks she lowered herself to her knees. As she did I opened the leather flap on my jock. She reached in and wrapped her hand around my cock. Her eyes again widened as she felt its width. With her other hand she pulled the flap away and found herself face to face with what she would remember for years as the most perfect cock she had ever seen.

She knelt there immobile for the best part of a minute holding my cock and staring. I put my left hand behind her head and guided my cock towards her wet, warm lips with my right. She didn't fight me. She knew I was serious about the whip. She let me spread her lips with my cockhead and as I did she opened her gorgeous mouth and I slid in past her lips. I felt the warmth of her tongue on the bottom of my cock. I withdrew so that her lips covered only my head and then gently pushed back in each time going just a little deeper into her mouth.

"Phyllis, I want you to look only in my eyes while you suck my cock. "She looked up at me with those eyes and kept them fixed on mine. I pushed to the back of her throat causing her to gag and choke until she adjusted her breathing. Once she got her timing down she began to push down and pull back on her own. I picked up the pace holding her head in both my hands and pumping my cock into her throat. Phyllis was taking the full stroke of my cock and moaning in perfect sequence.

She began to quicken the pace even more and grabbed my thigh with her cuffed hands. I pulled out of her mouth and she instinctively licked my balls and ran her tongue from the base to the tip of my cock many times licking the precum from the head of my dick while never taking her eyes from mine.

I continued to rape her beautiful face for another twenty minutes or so sometimes slowing down to a painfully slow stroke and other time letting loose and ramming my rock hard eight inch cock all the way down her throat. Finally with her head in my hands pumping her face full of my cock and her moaning in utter ecstasy I exploded an enormous wave of cum into her mouth.

She swallowed again and again but not fast enough to prevent cum from shooting out the sides of her mouth and running down her neck. Her face was covered with my cum as she licked every bit of cum from my cock. I wiped it from her face with my dick and let her have every bit of my steaming hot seed.

I pulled her to her feet and once again pulled her tight up against me. With my lips touching hers, "It's not really rape anymore is it Phyllis?"

"How dare you" she screamed. "You'll never get away with this you bastard; you had better turn me loose and get out."

I picked her up and laid her on the table I had set up earlier. She tried to resist until I reminded her of the whip and she quickly settled down. I stretched her arms over her head and fastened them to the table. I spread her legs and affixed each one to a corner of the table. I took a straight razor from my case and laid it on her tummy. "What are you doing? What is that for" she asked nervously.

I ignored her as I took the shaving cream from my case. After applying it and massaging it in, I very carefully and slowly removed her little landing strip. I finished up with a hot washcloth from the master bath and watched her eyes try and deny her pleasure as I gently wiped the cream from her newly shaven pussy.

God she was beautiful! Those long perfectly shaped legs, that flat stomach, and a gorgeous set of absolutely flawless tits. I leaned down and kissed her full, red lips. "Stop it you monster, stop it and turn me loose."

I ignored her insults and ignited the can of sterno I had brought along. With a small container and some water from the bathroom I put the massage oil on the sterno to heat it up. Then I lit four candles and placed them at each corner of the table near enough to her hands and feet that she could feel the warmth.

"What are you going to do with those? Haven't you taken enough from me? Haven't you gotten what you came for? When will you stop this madness.......when?"

"Have you gotten everything you wanted Phyllis? Have you had enough pleasure? Have you had enough pain?"

"I don't want anything from you but for you to turn me loose and get out."

"I don't believe you want me to do either Phyllis, but I do believe I know exactly what you do want and before this night is over I intend on making all your fantasies come true."

After that he spoke no more. He tied a black scarf around my eyes terrifying me. With the knives and candles and whips I had no idea what he would do. I had never been more frightened of anything in my life.

"Please don't hurt me.......I'll do anything you ask...anything at all. I can give you money if that will keep you from hurting me.....please just don't hurt me."

He said nothing but put his finger on my lips as if to tell me to hush. Then he began to run his fingers down my neck, caressing my face and neck. Tracing down my shoulders very gently to my breast where he slowly circled each nipple, almost tenderly, as if he were making love to me rather than taking me by force. The smell of the hot amber oil was permeating my senses and the blindfold helped to give me a false sense of warmth and safety. His fingers gently followed the line of my ribs and then slowly across my belly pausing at my "spot" halfway between my navel and my sex. How did he know, I wondered to myself. How could he possibly be aware that was the one spot on my body that a man could touch "just right" and get anything he wanted from me?

He brought a second finger and began to rub very sensually. I didn't want to but I could not help but to let out a slight moan when his lips and then his tongue found their way to my secret spot. When he saw my hips start to move he quickly removed his mouth and his fingers trailed down to my thighs.

"Please don't do this to me...you don't have the right to do this...please I'm begging you....please."

He already knew he could arouse me and that made all this so much worse. I was Marks women and as much as I wanted this I didn't want it from a stranger, a stranger who was taking what belonged to Mark.

He easily slipped a finger into my pussy already dripping wet from all his expert manipulation. I was so ashamed that my body’s desires were stronger than my will to resist. He began to pump very slowly with his fingers; at first just one and then two as my juices lubricated his fingers. I resisted as long as I could but he was so good at what he was doing. My hips were beginning to rise slightly off the table, his speed began to quicken, he pushed deeper with each stroke and all the while his palm was gently manipulating my clit. I was completely out of control and began to bang my hips against his hand when the first of the hot wax hit my chin and started a burning hot line that seared me from my neck down my chest and stomach all the way to my pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......Oh God no.............no no no oh god please no."

It was ten or twenty seconds until the worst of the burning subsided and to my shock my hips were still bucking up off the table to meet this maniac’s hand. Oh god how could this be happening. Without slowing down his fucking of me with his hand he reached up and pulled my blindfold from my face. I saw his disgusting smile behind that mask. I hated him. I hated him for what he was doing. But mostly I hated him because he owned me and he knew it.

He kept slowly finger fucking me as he reached into the pouch on his belt. He pulled out what looked like and egg and slipped it into the hand he was using to fuck me with. Oh my god it was vibrating! It was an egg shaped vibrator!

He pushed it against my clit. I tried to shift my position to avoid the egg hitting my clit, but my ankles were tied too tight for me to do any substantial moving. I melted as he ground the egg against my most sensitive spot. As I pushed my sex against his hand he popped the egg inside of me. "Oh noooooooooooo", I cried and tried to push it back out but each time he would block its exit and push it right back in.

The more I would squeeze hard to push it out with him blocking its exit the hotter I got. I could not believe I was on the verge of orgasm for the second time tonight with my rapist.

The sweat was running in my eyes, my chest was heaving up and down; my hips were trying to engulf his entire arm when my eyes saw him reach for another candle.

"Oh no he wouldn't oh god oh no please Nooooooooooooo.......... Oh Jesus no oh please no"

The wax hit her beautiful body slower this time, two, three, four drops at a time starting on her glorious tits and making a trail down her perfectly flat tummy and ending up coating my fingers and everything close by, but this time she would remember no pain although she screamed louder than ever. She was in the midst of the largest orgasm of her life and somewhere on that trail of hot wax the pain turned into unadulterated, erotic pleasure.

She closed her eyes as she lay there on the table trying to catch her breath. I watched as her body quivered from the after shocks of her enormous climax. Covered with sweat, wax covering her chest and tummy, mascara running all over her face, and her nylons down around her ankles she was still one of the most gorgeous creatures on the planet.

She didn't open her eyes again until the warmed oil began to fall on her stomach. Her eyes opened wide at the first sensation of heat but then she quickly realized it was a good sensation and closed her eyes as I massaged her entire body with the warm oil. I started with her breasts gently squeezing and massaging as I went along. The oil seemed to make it easier to peel off the wax that had stuck to her smooth white skin. I covered her hips, her chest her shoulders and finally her thighs. She was very relaxed when I unfastened her restraints and asked her to turn over.

This monster could be so gentle at one moment and an absolute maniac the next. He had beat me, whipped me, raped my face and burnt me with hot wax for the last four hours and now he casually unhooks my restraints and ask me, ASKED ME MIND YOU, if I wouldn't mind turning over.

I let him see the hate in my eyes as I sat up on the table. Without ever taking my eyes off his I unbuckled my stilettos, taking them off I flung them across the room. Still staring defiantly into his eyes I said "My feet are killing me you son of a bitch." I flipped over on my belly and shuttered at the thought of what may happen to me next.

He tied my wrist together with a thin nylon ribbon and placed them stretched out over my head. Then he pushed my ankles together and used a similar ribbon to tie them together. I could have snapped either ribbon apart at will. It was if he was showing me that I was still his captive but he knew I had no intention of trying to escape.....and it was true, and that infuriated me even more.

I felt the warm, soothing oil drip onto the small of my back. It was a welcome change from the burning hot wax and the sting of the whip. He poured way too much but quickly began to gently spread it over my shoulders with his expert fingers. His touch was soft and calming. He made me feel exhilarated and I hated him for it. He spread the amber oil over my entire back and then worked his way down to my still burning fanny. I held my breath as he dripped more oil directly on my ass. It stung at first but quickly began to sooth my welted, burning butt.

He rubbed it over my ass with both his hands until the burning was all but gone. He began to rub and caress with more pressure kneading deeply and pushing and squeezing with just the right amount of force to get me aroused again. I knew what was coming and I didn't even flinch as he spread my cheeks with one hand and dripped hot oil directly into the crack of my ass.

I moaned as it rolled down over my rosebud. The warmth of the oil was so pleasurable that I didn't even mind when he slid his thumb into my pink little ass. I gasped at first at the feeling as I had never had anything in my ass before. I had not even allowed my husband, although he tried more than once, to fuck me in the ass. Had he forced me it would have been a different story but he always gave up so easy.

His hand was covered with the oil as he began to push his thumb slowly deeper. I tensed up and he pulled out stopping just short of coming all the way out.

"Please don't do this......I don't think I can take it.......I've never done this and I think you will hurt me."

"I have only hurt you when you needed the pain to show you the way to pleasure. You know the path now. I have no intention of giving you anything but pleasure."

" I hate you so."

As he pushed his thumb deep into me I moaned as his fingers surrounded my pussy lips. He trapped them between his fingers and tugged on them as he retracted his thumb. He drove his thumb deeper this time and once again laid his fingers across my lips. He continued for twenty minutes to fuck my ass with his thumb, while all the while caressing my clit with his fingers. I tried to resist, I really did, but his persistence and his expertise were overpowering.

I finally could not stand it any longer and found my hips beginning to rise up off the table and push my ass into his hand. Once my ass began to pump his speed increased. He massaged my back and ass with his free hand as he slid two fingers into my pussy.

"Ohhhh my god........ Oh please sto......st....please...don't ohhh..."

My ass began to buck up off the table at an incredible rate. His sweat poured from his head and chest dropping onto my back and ass. I slammed my hips into his masterful hand with all the power I possessed. "Damn you" I heard myself scream. "Damn you to hell.", as my ass exploded in another enormous orgasm. He held my pussy in his hot hand while I pumped my hips for what seemed like ten minutes. I had barely clamed down and caught my breath when he reached under me, picked me up and turned me over on my back.

Sometime while I was face down on the table he had taken off the full leather head and face mask and put on leather "Zorro" type mask that just covered his eyes. I was shocked to see his full head of salt and pepper hair and a full matching, well trimmed beard.

He grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the end of the table. He lifted my legs and tied each one to one of the ropes he had previously hung from the beams at the end of the table. I was on my back with my legs almost vertical and fully spread.

I slid a four legged stool over and positioned it at the foot of the table.

"As your passion overtakes you, you may have the urge to reach down in your ecstasy and grab my head. I would warn you to be very careful not to remove my mask. If you were to see my face you would be able to identify me, and that.....would be totally unacceptable. Do you understand?"

I was devastated by his threat. My mind was reeling.

"Phyllis, do you understand?"

He was actually telling me he would kill me if I saw his face.

"Phyllis.....DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

“You had better tie my hands to the table", she said in complete submission.

"I love a woman who knows her own limitations" I said with a wry smile as I re-fastened her wrist together and then secured them to the table.

I began with light kisses to her beautifully tanned thighs. Moving slowly towards her womanhood, getting almost there and then pulling back and beginning again. I could feel her anticipation build as my lips traveled up one thigh and then gently down the other. I nibbled at her skin with my lips first and then lightly with my teeth. Her passion was building and I bit down firmly with my lips on that tendon that you get to right before the pussy.

I loved nuzzling that tendon as her anticipation built. She was becoming very impatient as witnessed by the slight moaning and her hips beginning to push up from the table. I kissed around the top of her sweet, hot pussy and slipped my hands under her ass. I teased her for ten solid minutes before she finally gave into the wants and needs of her body.

"Please" she whispered as I began to squeeze her ass. I continued to tease her with biting, kissing and licking all around her hot, wet pussy. "Please.....I...I...ohhhh” This time her whisper was more demanding and I couldn’t resist her pleading no longer. I slid my tongue into her with pure abandon. She gasped as I sucked her lips into my mouth. Her ass was coming up off the table with enough force to bounce my face away from her pussy. I took her clit in my teeth and held it. I slowed her down and began to make my way over every centimeter of her gorgeous, hot pussy.

I dragged my tongue across her swollen clit over and over. I took her lips in mine and tugged at them until she screamed. She quit trying to hide her ecstasy as she moaned and screamed for me to give her more. I put the egg vibrator against her opening and forced it in with my lips. She yelped with pure pleasure as the vibrations heightened her arousal. She pushed it out and I pushed it back in time after time. She used her ankle restraints to lift her ass off the table and drive her sweet, dripping pussy into my face. Her erotic moans were making me crazy when she screamed........

"I'll give you anything........anything you want......anything you need.......please ..please just fuck me now...fuck me right now..right now damn you.....right fucking now!"

A woman this eloquent should not be denied I thought to myself.

He finally stood up between my thighs. He took his enormous cock in his hand and put the head on my center. He owned me and he knew it.

"Phyllis I want you to fix those gorgeous eyes on mine and not take them away until I tell you to. Do you understand?"

"Anything...I said I'd give you anything, just give me that cock"

She fixed her eyes on mine as I started to rub the head of my cock on her clit. "Oh god...." I dipped it into her opening slightly. "Aw yea...yea I want more” I pushed my head all the way in. "Mnnn....uh--huh...oh yea oh yea". Her entire body was glistening with sweat as she pushed her hips towards mine trying to get more of my cock.

I teased her with half stokes. Pushing in ever so slowly and watching her eyes sparkle with lust and anticipation. I continued to pump my shaft into her and watch as she devoured the pleasure. After fucking her very slow and very sensually for twenty minutes she looked at me with fire in her eyes and said........

"Give it to me damn you, give it to me now. I want it all and I want it now you bastard."

I slammed the entire length of my cock deep into her. She screamed as she felt herself being impaled on my rock hard cock. I withdrew and slammed her again and again.

"Oh god yes....yes yes yes....."

He slowed his pace and began to push his massive cock all the way into to me with every stroke. I pulled my ass off the table with my ankles pushing my pussy against him as hard as I could. I wanted every bit of him inside of me. I didn't care who he was or how he found me, but at this moment in time all I could think about was his perfect cock.

His sweat was falling like rain on my belly as he stared intently at my eyes. He began to moan as he pulled me onto his shaft and then slowly push me back. Each time he took it away from me all I could think about was the void he had left and how frantic I was until he once again filled me with his cock. He made me want cock like no man ever had before.

Suddenly he picked his knife from the table and cut the ropes holding up my legs. Then as he slammed me full of cock he leaned over me and cut the rope holding my wrist to the table. I sat up and put my cuffed arms around his neck as he picked me up off the table. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my eyes never leaving his. He began a sensuous march to my bed one step at a time that had me screaming in total ecstasy.

He took a step and lifted me slowly letting me slide back down on his rock hard manhood, and then a second step and another lift. Each time he took another step he would control the speed of my impalement onto his massive cock. Each step we took drove me madder with passion.

He climbed onto my bed with me still wrapped around him and laid me on my back. He then started to fuck me with a ferocity I had never known was possible. He grabbed my wrist and held them outstretched over my head. He used his legs to spread me further than I thought I could be spread. "Don't you dare close your eyes" he said as he began. What he did to me over the next hour was almost indescribable. He pumped me incredibly fast and hard for at least ten minutes and just as I was about to cum he pulled his cock almost all the way out of me. He left only the head inside of me and he stopped stroking.

He stared at me for an eternity. Not moving, just sweating and staring. In reality it was only twenty seconds or so but it was enough to make me beg him to start again.

"Please don't stop.....I.....I....want your cock.......I need you to fuck me....please.......please."

He started again, slower this time but making sure he drove all the way to my bottom with each stroke. He gradually picked up speed and soon had me bouncing my ass off the bed to grab as much of that fantastic cock as I could. God I loved the way he fucked me! I thought he was going to fuck me forever as he drove me towards the edge of the bed. He started kissing me feverishly as he drove my head over the edge of the bed. He was moaning and my passion was reaching its height. His cock seemed to get bigger and bigger each and every time he slammed it into my pussy.

My climax started in my toes and ran up my legs like black powder burning a fiery trail towards its final powder keg. When it hit my pussy it shot hot burning fire throughout my entire body that seemed to burn forever. The last thing I remember before I passed out was sliding off the edge of the bed in the arms of my rapist at the height of the best orgasm of my life.

His whip first wrapped around my ankles about ten p.m. Thursday night when I arrived home from the art show. He finished his rape of me at four-thirteen a.m. on Saturday. I know this because I had apparently knocked my antique alarm clock off the nightstand as I was sliding off the bed and broken the face, which stopped the clock at that time.

I awakened to the sweet kiss of my husband Mark late Saturday afternoon. It must have seemed to Mark as if I had seen a ghost. I was shocked to wake up and not see the.....the...man that had taken me to places I knew I would never go again. Could it have all been a dream? No, my ass was still sore and then I saw the alarm clock. No it was real all right, as real as anything that ever happened in my life.

"Are you feeling all right? I don't usually find you sound asleep in the middle of the afternoon."

"I....I was up most of the night. I couldn't sleep and when I did drift off it was a fitful sleep and I woke up right away tossing and turning. That must be when I knocked the clock off the nightstand."

As I told one lie after another I quickly scanned the bedroom. Everything he had brought with him was gone. The massage table...gone, the black leather case...gone and all the ropes that had made my bedroom into a den of sexual torture...gone. There was no indication that anything out of the ordinary had taken place here over the eighteen hours I was held against my will.

Nothing to witness the fear and degradation that he subjected me to. No record of the pain and terror he administered as my handler, my owner.....my master. And yes there was nothing to describe or verify or justify the level of ecstasy he took me to. It ended just ten hours ago and already there was a terrible void in the pit of my stomach just knowing that my "perfect" night was over too soon.....entirely too soon.


Epilog

I went to work at Mark’s boat business full time trying to keep busy. Trying to do anything to keep busy, to keep my mind from reliving that night over and over, but the work didn't help. Every waking thought took me back to the night, the man, the ecstasy.

It had been six weeks since he took me. I did mostly busy work for Mark as there was really only enough work to keep me busy part time. My desk was in Mark’s office and one day he was going through his desk sorting some things out and came across a stack of business cards.

"Phyllis why don't you go to Staples and get one of those roll-a-dex that hold business cards and you can load these that I have been throwing in this drawer for the last year or so."

"You have a file like that in the empty desk in the outer office, how about if I use that?"

"Fine with me" Mark said and for the next couple of hours I sorted through a couple of hundred business cards sliding them in their little plastic covers in alphabetical order.

Phyllis came upon a card and when she read it she felt as if she had been hit by a lightening bolt. With her hand shaking she slid the card across the desk to Mark.

"Mark where did you get this card?"

Mark looked at the card and instantly recognized it.

"The owner of that place just bought a boat. A custom job that he designed himself. As a matter of fact I think we are just about to deliver it the first of the month."

"Did he use our design program?"

"Yea he did. It is still right here on my pc. It seems that he came a day earlier than we were expecting him and while I was out to lunch Brad put him on my pc because the one we usually use for clients was being used at the time by that fisherman from Chicago."

"Mark.....what is the date on that design?"

While Mark was searching for the date Phyllis was scanning her archived, sent email for the date she sent her email to Mark. When she found it the date on it was March 16th.

“Oh yea I remember now. The reason he came a day early was that he couldn't be away from his business on St. Patrick’s Day that puts him here on March 16th. Why are you so interested? Do you know that place or the owner?"

Phyllis was in sensory overload. She heard Marks words but was unable to answer. Her eyes dropped back to the card as she read the words again and again. She knew she had to answer him soon.

"I recognize the name of that club from when I lived in Cincinnati, that’s all. I...I was never in there it’s just like a name from the past."

Phyllis excused herself and went to the ladies room. She stood in front of the mirror and ran her fingers across the words on the card as she read them once again.

DESIREE'S
a great place for a drink
owner
Bob Alexandria

THE END

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