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mistaken, sugar pie , I'd swear you're
jealous."
Jerry gave a
short snort. "If I were jealous, sweetheart ,
it wouldn't be over an Italian gigolo who'll drop you like a hot potato as soon
as he's through taking you for all you're worth. And if he doesn't get enough
out of the divorce settlement you'll be getting from me, he can dip into the Ellison
fortune. It's a much deeper pocket."
Andrea snatched
her elbow from Jerry's grip and folded her arms across her midriff, then realizing it pushed her breasts higher out of the
dress, unfolded them again. "You can't stand it that Alessandro's a decent
man who's attracted to me," she said. "I told him about us today and
he was very understanding."
Jerry let out a
little grunt of derision. "I'll just bet he was."
"Look, we
agreed to call a truce for today," Andrea said. "Can't you at least
try to be courteous? I did give you the best years of my life. You can't deny
that."
For a few
moments Jerry said nothing, then he sucked in a long
slow breath, and said while exhaling, "You're right. For the girls I'd do
about anything."
As they rode in
the horse-drawn buggy that had been waiting for them at the docks, compliments
of the girls, Andrea could feel Jerry's eyes returning to where the dress
revealed a deep cleavage and a sizeable amount of flesh. She also knew the
swell of her breasts were bouncing and jiggling as the buggy traversed the
bumpy road.
Jerry confirmed
that by saying, "A middle-aged woman displaying her goods doesn't suit
you. Besides, that dress is out of style."
Andrea wondered
about that. The dress was at least eight years old, if not older... several
years out of style. She'd brought it on the cruise to rankle Jerry. And it did.
But now she felt an urge to tug on the top and pull it up to her chin. "If
it bothers you, look the other way." He did, and for some reason that disturbed
Andrea more than if he'd been staring with disdain.
"Where are
we going?" Jerry asked, in a curt voice.
"The fax
said to some kind of zoological garden," Andrea replied, "though I
don’t know why the girls planned that for us. Going to a zoo isn't exactly a romantic
hideaway."
"Maybe
they're psychic," Jerry said. "Figured we'd feel at home in a
zoo."
"I thought
we agreed to cut the snide remarks."
Jerry let out a
little grunt of disgust. "Our biggest mistake was going on the damn cruise
in the first place. We should have come clean with the girls and let them get
their money back. If we had, we wouldn't be on the cruise from hell."
"You said,
when we were at dinner the other night, that you were enjoying the
cruise," Andrea reminded him. "Do I detect a hint of dissatisfaction
with your sugar baby? And after all she's done to liven up your sex life."
"I'm not
even going to comment on that," Jerry snapped.
"No, I'm
sure you're not. But I'm glad I came on the cruise," Andrea said.
"For the first time in years I feel like a desirable woman."
"But you
look like a middle-aged slut with it all coming out."
"Tsk, tsk,
tsk. There you go again, running down my dress." She let out a little
snigger. "But like I told you when we were packing, I'm not wearing the
dress for you. But I'm sure it will be appreciated before the night is
done."
"Not until
it's in a heap on the floor of your Italian stud's stateroom," Jerry said.
"We live
in hope," Andrea replied, then turned to look out her window.
A few minutes
later they arrived at Ardastra Gardens Zoo, where the buggy driver informed
them he'd be returning for them in two hours.
Following a
sign-guided path, and making no attempt to converse, they strolled between lush
tropical plants and took in the wide variety of exotic animals. Andrea couldn't
help but wonder what this was all about. The girls arranged everything geared
for romance, yet here they were at the zoo, looking at parrots and peacocks and
black swans and a variety of exotic animals that included lemurs, kinkajous, and
capuchin monkeys. It wasn't until Andrea noticed a
jealous."
Jerry gave a
short snort. "If I were jealous, sweetheart ,
it wouldn't be over an Italian gigolo who'll drop you like a hot potato as soon
as he's through taking you for all you're worth. And if he doesn't get enough
out of the divorce settlement you'll be getting from me, he can dip into the Ellison
fortune. It's a much deeper pocket."
Andrea snatched
her elbow from Jerry's grip and folded her arms across her midriff, then realizing it pushed her breasts higher out of the
dress, unfolded them again. "You can't stand it that Alessandro's a decent
man who's attracted to me," she said. "I told him about us today and
he was very understanding."
Jerry let out a
little grunt of derision. "I'll just bet he was."
"Look, we
agreed to call a truce for today," Andrea said. "Can't you at least
try to be courteous? I did give you the best years of my life. You can't deny
that."
For a few
moments Jerry said nothing, then he sucked in a long
slow breath, and said while exhaling, "You're right. For the girls I'd do
about anything."
As they rode in
the horse-drawn buggy that had been waiting for them at the docks, compliments
of the girls, Andrea could feel Jerry's eyes returning to where the dress
revealed a deep cleavage and a sizeable amount of flesh. She also knew the
swell of her breasts were bouncing and jiggling as the buggy traversed the
bumpy road.
Jerry confirmed
that by saying, "A middle-aged woman displaying her goods doesn't suit
you. Besides, that dress is out of style."
Andrea wondered
about that. The dress was at least eight years old, if not older... several
years out of style. She'd brought it on the cruise to rankle Jerry. And it did.
But now she felt an urge to tug on the top and pull it up to her chin. "If
it bothers you, look the other way." He did, and for some reason that disturbed
Andrea more than if he'd been staring with disdain.
"Where are
we going?" Jerry asked, in a curt voice.
"The fax
said to some kind of zoological garden," Andrea replied, "though I
don’t know why the girls planned that for us. Going to a zoo isn't exactly a romantic
hideaway."
"Maybe
they're psychic," Jerry said. "Figured we'd feel at home in a
zoo."
"I thought
we agreed to cut the snide remarks."
Jerry let out a
little grunt of disgust. "Our biggest mistake was going on the damn cruise
in the first place. We should have come clean with the girls and let them get
their money back. If we had, we wouldn't be on the cruise from hell."
"You said,
when we were at dinner the other night, that you were enjoying the
cruise," Andrea reminded him. "Do I detect a hint of dissatisfaction
with your sugar baby? And after all she's done to liven up your sex life."
"I'm not
even going to comment on that," Jerry snapped.
"No, I'm
sure you're not. But I'm glad I came on the cruise," Andrea said.
"For the first time in years I feel like a desirable woman."
"But you
look like a middle-aged slut with it all coming out."
"Tsk, tsk,
tsk. There you go again, running down my dress." She let out a little
snigger. "But like I told you when we were packing, I'm not wearing the
dress for you. But I'm sure it will be appreciated before the night is
done."
"Not until
it's in a heap on the floor of your Italian stud's stateroom," Jerry said.
"We live
in hope," Andrea replied, then turned to look out her window.
A few minutes
later they arrived at Ardastra Gardens Zoo, where the buggy driver informed
them he'd be returning for them in two hours.
Following a
sign-guided path, and making no attempt to converse, they strolled between lush
tropical plants and took in the wide variety of exotic animals. Andrea couldn't
help but wonder what this was all about. The girls arranged everything geared
for romance, yet here they were at the zoo, looking at parrots and peacocks and
black swans and a variety of exotic animals that included lemurs, kinkajous, and
capuchin monkeys. It wasn't until Andrea noticed a
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