house was in a secluded area with a long paved entrance, and it sat right on the bay. What a beautiful evening, she thought, and a gorgeous property. Too bad I won’t get to enjoy it for long. She was amazed when she walked inside through huge stained-glass doors. Holy bejesus, this place is worth millions!
“Not bad digs,” she said putting a hand on his shoulder. “They must pay pretty well for weathermen these days.”
“No, truth is, they hardly pay at all; I just do it for fun. It’s my wife that has all the money.”
“Your wife? You didn’t mention you were married, and no wedding ring either. . . .shame on you Tommy boy.”
“Isn’t everyone married at one time or another. My wife is hardly ever here; we’ve been estranged for years.”
“So, where is she now?” Heather asked.
“She’s in Boston. We have another house there. Now let’s change the subject. How about a dip in the hot tub? It hangs right over the bay, and the Moon is full. You’ve got to see it.”
“But I didn’t bring my swimsuit,” she giggled shyly.
“It’s an adult hot tub, doll. You don’t need one.”
“Oh, I guess so, but how about a drink first?” She walked over to the bar. “Why don’t you go get a couple of bath robes, and I’ll fix us a Maker’s Mark neat?”
He almost ran for the bedroom. “Great idea,” he said over his shoulder as he disappeared down the hall.
She took the Rohypnol pill out of her pocket and dropped it in a short glass. She poured him a double and a tiny bit of Maker’s Mark for herself. Before he could return, the Ruffy had already dissolved.
“Can I see the master bedroom?” she asked as she walked in his direction, a drink in each hand.
“Sure, follow me,” he said, grabbing his drink and leading the way.
“ Wow!” she exclaimed. “This thing’s bigger than my mother’s house.” The bedroom was huge, with another large room attached as a sitting area. There were two fireplaces and a large flat screen TV built in. The walls were adorned with thick layers of crown molding and very expensive looking art. It smelled like money. The master bath was massive, gold plated, and it connected to a monstrous walk-in closet. All the clothes were in neat rows and everything aligned and pressed to perfection. Wonder where he throws his dirty underwear? she giggled . She took a sip of her drink and tried not to gasp. The bourbon was good, good and strong.
“Do you like it?” He sat on the bigger-than-king-size bed as she explored.
“Cheers,” she said as she clinked his glass. “Well, I have to say, I’ve seen some pretty nice bedrooms, but this takes the cake. I can’t imagine living in such grandeur. I’d be afraid to touch anything.” She walked over and sat beside him.
“It can be quite lonely,” he said fishing for sympathy. “If I only had someone to share it with.”
She grabbed one of the robes and stood. “Feel free to share it with me, honey,” she purred. “I’m going in the Lady’s room to get out of these tight jeans. I won’t be long. Will you wait for me right here?”
“Whatever you say, kid, just don’t be too long. I’m not a patient man.”
Heather slipped into the bathroom and shut the door. She took her sweet time primping. Not sure how long the drug would take, she decided to take off her clothes just in case and wrapped herself in the terrycloth robe. Finally, she walked out to find him sitting naked as a jaybird on the side of the bed. She saw the drink was only half empty. Dang! Did he drink enough? She was horrified at the prospect of making out with him, but she didn’t want him to pass out in the hot tub either. Do, do, do whacha gotta do , she sang to herself.
“Hey big fella, where’s your robe?”
“Don nee dit,” he said in a slur. “Com ‘ere.”
She stood in front of him trying to look interested. His eyes were
“Not bad digs,” she said putting a hand on his shoulder. “They must pay pretty well for weathermen these days.”
“No, truth is, they hardly pay at all; I just do it for fun. It’s my wife that has all the money.”
“Your wife? You didn’t mention you were married, and no wedding ring either. . . .shame on you Tommy boy.”
“Isn’t everyone married at one time or another. My wife is hardly ever here; we’ve been estranged for years.”
“So, where is she now?” Heather asked.
“She’s in Boston. We have another house there. Now let’s change the subject. How about a dip in the hot tub? It hangs right over the bay, and the Moon is full. You’ve got to see it.”
“But I didn’t bring my swimsuit,” she giggled shyly.
“It’s an adult hot tub, doll. You don’t need one.”
“Oh, I guess so, but how about a drink first?” She walked over to the bar. “Why don’t you go get a couple of bath robes, and I’ll fix us a Maker’s Mark neat?”
He almost ran for the bedroom. “Great idea,” he said over his shoulder as he disappeared down the hall.
She took the Rohypnol pill out of her pocket and dropped it in a short glass. She poured him a double and a tiny bit of Maker’s Mark for herself. Before he could return, the Ruffy had already dissolved.
“Can I see the master bedroom?” she asked as she walked in his direction, a drink in each hand.
“Sure, follow me,” he said, grabbing his drink and leading the way.
“ Wow!” she exclaimed. “This thing’s bigger than my mother’s house.” The bedroom was huge, with another large room attached as a sitting area. There were two fireplaces and a large flat screen TV built in. The walls were adorned with thick layers of crown molding and very expensive looking art. It smelled like money. The master bath was massive, gold plated, and it connected to a monstrous walk-in closet. All the clothes were in neat rows and everything aligned and pressed to perfection. Wonder where he throws his dirty underwear? she giggled . She took a sip of her drink and tried not to gasp. The bourbon was good, good and strong.
“Do you like it?” He sat on the bigger-than-king-size bed as she explored.
“Cheers,” she said as she clinked his glass. “Well, I have to say, I’ve seen some pretty nice bedrooms, but this takes the cake. I can’t imagine living in such grandeur. I’d be afraid to touch anything.” She walked over and sat beside him.
“It can be quite lonely,” he said fishing for sympathy. “If I only had someone to share it with.”
She grabbed one of the robes and stood. “Feel free to share it with me, honey,” she purred. “I’m going in the Lady’s room to get out of these tight jeans. I won’t be long. Will you wait for me right here?”
“Whatever you say, kid, just don’t be too long. I’m not a patient man.”
Heather slipped into the bathroom and shut the door. She took her sweet time primping. Not sure how long the drug would take, she decided to take off her clothes just in case and wrapped herself in the terrycloth robe. Finally, she walked out to find him sitting naked as a jaybird on the side of the bed. She saw the drink was only half empty. Dang! Did he drink enough? She was horrified at the prospect of making out with him, but she didn’t want him to pass out in the hot tub either. Do, do, do whacha gotta do , she sang to herself.
“Hey big fella, where’s your robe?”
“Don nee dit,” he said in a slur. “Com ‘ere.”
She stood in front of him trying to look interested. His eyes were
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