The gala had been fun after all, and Kurt did make sure that most of the
photographers
stayed away. He was a kind man, she thought.
Jennifer fell into bed exhausted. She was drifting, and began to see the
outline of Kurt’s
handsome face. Jennifer looked into his eyes.
“I don’t want to rush you, but I can’t help how I feel about you,” Kurt was
saying to her,
taking her into his arms.
“I know,” she whispered, her eyes welling with tears.
He found her so attractive and so vulnerable. He could not help being aroused
at the
emotion on her face - the way her cheeks flushed and her slightly swollen lips
trembled.
Overtaken with passion, he pressed his lips against hers. Jennifer stiffened
and attempted to push
him away, but then slowly surrendered to the warmth of his body and the taste
of his lips on hers.
Before she knew it, they were on her bed, Kurt’s agile hands removing her
dress. His
kisses took her breath away. Kurt gazed into her eyes, as he cupped her face
in his hands. Then,
he tenderly kissed her neck and unhooked her bra. He continued kissing down
her long neck until
he reached her breasts. Kurt opened his mouth and took her pink nipple in all
the way, sucking
and nibbling on it hungrily. Jennifer moaned and ran her hands through Kurt’s
thick, golden hair.
He held her other breast, kneading and playfully pinching the nipple. He
lowered her onto the bed
and removed his clothes hastily. She looked up at his broad, tanned chest
feeling a warm,
throbbing between her legs. Kurt gazed at Jennifer’s beautiful, naked body. He
lowered himself
down on her gently, stroking her belly and inner thighs. Jennifer was
breathing heavily, her breasts
rising and falling with every breath. Kurt kissed her trembling lips. “God,
you’re beautiful,” he
whispered in her ear.
Unable to control his passion any longer, Kurt skillfully moved down and
reached for her
panties. He slid his fingers under the lace and removed them. She held Kurt’s
strong shoulders, as
he slithered between her thighs. In one deep thrust, he entered her, his
manhood pulsating with
excitement. They kissed passionately, while Kurt maneuvered himself in and
out. Jennifer’s skin
tingled with excitement, and as she climaxed, cried out, “Oh, Jonathan!”
Jennifer woke suddenly, gasping for breath. How could she be dreaming about
Kurt? Was
it Kurt that had made love to her or Jonathan? She ran her hands through her
hair, confused and
angry. It was just a dream, Jennifer reminded herself. It was just a dream.
Jonathan knew that the only chance he had to escape was to gain the trust of
Jessie. She
was volatile, to say the least, so he had to play his cards right. At least
she and Manuel had taken
him out of handcuffs and given him a cot to sleep on. Still, the days seemed
endless. It had been
almost four months of agony living in this dark, underground room. He longed
for Jennifer and
wondered what kind of hell she was living. He knew that the Coast Guard
officials had called off
their search for him and concluded that he had died at sea. His heart ached
wondering who had
informed Jennifer and how she was coping. The only comfort he had was that Max
was there, and
he knew that Max would take care of her. He couldn’t wait to hold her in his
arms again, to make
love to her like he had never done before.
He heard the cranking of the gate and figured his dinner was coming, probably
pinto beans
as usual. In crept Jessie, wearing a tight leopard skin outfit. She was
holding a newspaper under
her arm and a tray of beans. Jonathan’s heart quickened at the sight of the
paper. Any news from
the outside was a lifeline.
“I thought you might like to know what your grieving wife has been up to,”
Jessie
snickered and tossed the paper to him. “Look at the society page, darling. And
you better hurry
up. Manny’s out at the post and if he catches me showing you the paper, he’ll
kill me...and you.”
Jonathan didn’t care to play games with her. The mere mention of Jennifer’s
name made
his adrenaline soar. He turned to the back page and spotted her immediately.
The caption under
the picture read: Jennifer Hart, widow of the late Jonathan Hart, shares a
private moment with
Dr. Kurt Jameson at the Los Angeles Aquarium’s recent gala. Jonathan studied
the picture
carefully, looking longingly at his wife. She looked gorgeous, even in black
and white. She
couldn’t possibly be dating this man.
“Guess your honey has a new lover in her life,” Jessie said, wickedly.
Jonathan just stared
at her, steeling himself from the anger that he felt. Jessie knew she had
found a weak spot and
pushed further.
“He’s pretty good-looking too, this Kurt Jameson...hmmm, a doctor. I’ll bet
they have
some pretty stimulating conversations,” Jessie continued, waiting for
Jonathan’s reaction. “Yeah,
I’ll bet he stimulates her real good...like, with his tongue and his
fingers..and his eight inch...”
“SHUT UP!” Jonathan couldn’t listen to another word. His face flushed in
anger for
losing control. He took a deep breath.
“Hey, baby, don’t get upset,” Jessie purred. “I know how hard it is to be
away from her,
but hey, why should she have all the fun?” Jessie took the clip out of her
hair and let her flaming
red hair fall to her shoulders. “How about if you just pretend I’m Jennifer,”
she said wrapping her
arms around Jonathan’s strong shoulders. “I could help you release some of
this tension you’re
feeling.”
Jessie reached down between Jonathan’s legs and groped for him. Jonathan
grabbed her
face in his hands and planted his mouth on hers. He kissed her long and hard,
pushing his tongue
into her mouth, the way he knew she would like it. She moaned her approval and
began to
undress him. She tore away his shirt and began to massage his broad chest.
Quickly, she moved
down to unbuckle his pants. Jonathan began tearing away her top. She was
braless, her nipples
erect and waiting. Jonathan leaned down and kissed them and began undoing her
slacks. Jessie
backed down onto the mattress passively. Jonathan hovered over her, reaching
for his belt that
had fallen onto the side of the cot. In a flash, he grabbed hold of the belt
and tied her hands
together to the side rail of the cot. Jessie cried out, “Hey!” He grabbed his
shirt and tied her legs
together, and then pulled out his handkerchief to bind her mouth. He ran from
the room, grabbing
her keys, and not looking back. The very sight of her repulsed him.
Dr. Robert Chase looked forward to seeing his next client, the lovely
Jennifer Hart. Her
phone call was unexpected, although he knew that she was going through a
terrible time since
Jonathan’s death. They had been the most committed couple he had ever known.
During this
period of mourning, Jennifer was also taking command of Hart Industries, a
formidable task, to
say the least. The stress was no doubt taking its toll on her. His secretary
buzzed in to let him
know that she had arrived.
Jennifer entered the spacious office of Dr. Chase, the psychologist who had
been
extremely helpful when Lily Von Borg had hypnotized her into stealing jewelry.
He had also been
a vital resource to Hart Industry executives for his stress management
sessions. She trusted his
professional judgment immensely and hoped that he could help her sort out her
feelings.
“Jennifer, it’s so good to see you,” he said ushering her into a chair.
“Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
“I would always find time for you,” he said, smiling fondly at her. She was a
beautiful as
ever, but he could tell she was troubled and deeply saddened.
“How are you holding up these days?” he asked.
“Well, I’m doing the best I can...but there’s not an hour that goes by that I
don’t think of
Jonathan.” Jennifer stopped, trying to keep her composure. “Some days I don’t
think I can live
without him, and other days I feel a little stronger.”
“That’s a perfectly normal grief reaction...you’ll find that as time goes on,
the good days
will outweigh the bad,” Dr. Chase spoke, reassuringly.
“Yes...I suppose...Dr. Chase, I want to ask your opinion about something,”
Jennifer
struggled to say the words. “Would you think I was behaving inappropriately if
I were spending
time with another man?”
“You mean, you’re dating? I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, as
long as it’s
what you want to do.”
“We’re not dating. You see, there’s a man who works for a subsidiary of Hart
Industries,
a researcher in marine biology and we’ve been working on a research project
together...anyway,
we’ve been seeing a lot of each other and...,” Jennifer could not bear to tell
him about the dream,
about her betrayal to Jonathan.
“And you’ve been intimate?” Dr. Chase asked.
“No, no, but I’m afraid he may be developing feelings for me,” Jennifer said
nervously.
“And are you developing feelings for him?”
“No...I don’t think so,” Jennifer said quietly. “I do feel funny about being
with Kurt
sometimes...but I would never be unfaithful to Jonathan, you know.”
There was a palpable silence in the room. Finally, Dr. Chase spoke slowly and
clearly.
“But Jonathan is dead, Jennifer.”
The words hit her like stone. Jennifer covered her face in her hands and
began sobbing.
Dr. Chase put an arm around her shoulder to console her. He caught the scent
of perfume in her
hair and resisted his own feelings of arousal. This marine researcher, he
thought, was a lucky man.
