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sugar pie . You'd have a hard time explaining to our daughters how
you managed to get some bimbo pregnant while on a cruise they'd given us as an
anniversary gift, not to mention the awkwardness of presenting them with a
sibling younger than our grandkids."
Jerry snatched
the foil packet from her. "I'm not even going to respond to that," he
said. "What happens in here is none of your damn business." He yanked
open the drawer to the bedstand, tossed the packet inside and shoved the drawer
closed.
"Actually
I don't care what goes on in here," Andrea said. "If it were up to me
I'd suggest that either you and your sugar baby go to
the romantic restaurant, or Alessandro and I go. But since it will be our
twenty-fifth anniversary, and the girls expect us to
spend it with each other, out of respect for them and all the trouble they've
gone to, I say we call a truce for a few hours and bear it out. As soon as it's
over we can go our separate ways. I, for one, have plans afterwards, as I'm
sure you do too."
Jerry stared at
the fax. For twenty-five years he'd been faithful to Andrea. Never once had he
strayed. He'd checked out women from a distance, on occasion, and in the past
year found himself fantasizing about how a particular woman might be in bed, but
until boarding the ship, it had never occurred to him to strip naked with any
woman but Andrea. Yet, last night, he'd shed his clothes and stretched out in
bed while Val stood in front of him, peeling off each piece of clothing with
the skill of a seasoned stripper. But when everything was go, he couldn't do
it. "I suppose we'll have to go through with this dinner thing then,"
he said begrudgingly.
"Unfortunately,
you're right," Andrea replied. "And we're supposed to
dress-to-please. The girls were specific about that. So thinking ahead of the
evening, wear something that will make Val horny." She smiled. "I
know exactly what I'm going to wear.
It will drive Alessandro to distraction."
Jerry knew then
that Andrea planned to wear the one dress that used to drive him to distraction, and he wondered how
he'd handle it, knowing she'd be going straight from dinner with him to her Italian
stud. It was going to be one hell of a long evening.
***
What caught
Andrea's attention, as the ship cruised along Cable Beach at the west end of
New Providence Island on its way to Prince George Wharf, where they'd be
docking, was the luxury resorts and glitzy casinos lining the beach. Nassau was
the hub of activity in the Bahamas, with its shops and restaurants and dance
clubs. But none of that interested her now. Five years ago she and Jerry would
have strolled through the streets of Nassau, hand-in-hand, while browsing the
straw market and the bazaar, or they might have rented mopeds to tour the
island. But all she wanted now was to get through the afternoon and evening
with Jerry, and return to the ship, where Alessandro would be waiting for her.
The ship pulled
into Nassau in early afternoon, and after being cleared by customs, passengers
were free to tour Nassau and New Providence Island. But a couple of hours
before setting out with Jerry, Andrea decided to come clean with Alessandro
about Jerry and the divorce, and tell him about their anniversary dinner.
Alessandro had been clearly disappointed that she wouldn't be joining him for
dinner in his stateroom because he'd ordered a meal that included lobster
thermidor. But he was also sweet and understanding, and settled for
after-dinner drinks and watching a late night movie on the TV in his stateroom.
And cuddling a little, he'd informed her in his lovely Italian accent. Nothing
more. Which emboldened Andrea to want to do more, especially since Jerry would
be with Val.
She rummaged
through the bag with the gifts she'd purchased from the novelty shop on C Deck
and pulled out the octopus briefs. She still didn't know what possessed her buy
them. She wouldn't be giving them to Jerry, and Alessandro was far too reserved
to cavort around like
you managed to get some bimbo pregnant while on a cruise they'd given us as an
anniversary gift, not to mention the awkwardness of presenting them with a
sibling younger than our grandkids."
Jerry snatched
the foil packet from her. "I'm not even going to respond to that," he
said. "What happens in here is none of your damn business." He yanked
open the drawer to the bedstand, tossed the packet inside and shoved the drawer
closed.
"Actually
I don't care what goes on in here," Andrea said. "If it were up to me
I'd suggest that either you and your sugar baby go to
the romantic restaurant, or Alessandro and I go. But since it will be our
twenty-fifth anniversary, and the girls expect us to
spend it with each other, out of respect for them and all the trouble they've
gone to, I say we call a truce for a few hours and bear it out. As soon as it's
over we can go our separate ways. I, for one, have plans afterwards, as I'm
sure you do too."
Jerry stared at
the fax. For twenty-five years he'd been faithful to Andrea. Never once had he
strayed. He'd checked out women from a distance, on occasion, and in the past
year found himself fantasizing about how a particular woman might be in bed, but
until boarding the ship, it had never occurred to him to strip naked with any
woman but Andrea. Yet, last night, he'd shed his clothes and stretched out in
bed while Val stood in front of him, peeling off each piece of clothing with
the skill of a seasoned stripper. But when everything was go, he couldn't do
it. "I suppose we'll have to go through with this dinner thing then,"
he said begrudgingly.
"Unfortunately,
you're right," Andrea replied. "And we're supposed to
dress-to-please. The girls were specific about that. So thinking ahead of the
evening, wear something that will make Val horny." She smiled. "I
know exactly what I'm going to wear.
It will drive Alessandro to distraction."
Jerry knew then
that Andrea planned to wear the one dress that used to drive him to distraction, and he wondered how
he'd handle it, knowing she'd be going straight from dinner with him to her Italian
stud. It was going to be one hell of a long evening.
***
What caught
Andrea's attention, as the ship cruised along Cable Beach at the west end of
New Providence Island on its way to Prince George Wharf, where they'd be
docking, was the luxury resorts and glitzy casinos lining the beach. Nassau was
the hub of activity in the Bahamas, with its shops and restaurants and dance
clubs. But none of that interested her now. Five years ago she and Jerry would
have strolled through the streets of Nassau, hand-in-hand, while browsing the
straw market and the bazaar, or they might have rented mopeds to tour the
island. But all she wanted now was to get through the afternoon and evening
with Jerry, and return to the ship, where Alessandro would be waiting for her.
The ship pulled
into Nassau in early afternoon, and after being cleared by customs, passengers
were free to tour Nassau and New Providence Island. But a couple of hours
before setting out with Jerry, Andrea decided to come clean with Alessandro
about Jerry and the divorce, and tell him about their anniversary dinner.
Alessandro had been clearly disappointed that she wouldn't be joining him for
dinner in his stateroom because he'd ordered a meal that included lobster
thermidor. But he was also sweet and understanding, and settled for
after-dinner drinks and watching a late night movie on the TV in his stateroom.
And cuddling a little, he'd informed her in his lovely Italian accent. Nothing
more. Which emboldened Andrea to want to do more, especially since Jerry would
be with Val.
She rummaged
through the bag with the gifts she'd purchased from the novelty shop on C Deck
and pulled out the octopus briefs. She still didn't know what possessed her buy
them. She wouldn't be giving them to Jerry, and Alessandro was far too reserved
to cavort around like
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