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back to the man standing nearby
with his back to her. She watched him check his watch, then turn and walk to the
window and open a small slit in the curtains apparently checking to see if anyone
was in view. She recognized a change in his movements from slow and deliberate to
quick steps and she feared his intentions were about to be made known to her.
    He glanced over at her from the window and knew every
action from this point on was extremely critical for him. He turned and faced his
wife on the bed and said with a firm voice, not caring if she heard.
    “Follow the plan and you will be home free with no possible
connection to you.”
    Walking to her, he focused his attention directly on
her face. Her eyes were open wide and staring directly at him, but he recognized
that her facial expression had changed. The look of fear had been replaced by a
perplexed stare as if she was attempting to analyze him or determine his intentions.
    “How strange,” he thought.
    He looked away needing to concentrate to prevent from
being side-tracked by feelings of compassion for her or letting the fear of being
caught affect his actions. After one final look around, he walked to the desk and
said to his image in the mirror loudly in a voice meant to create fear in the woman
lying on the bed.
    “It’s time Marie.”
    He moved slowly to the bed removing the wig and the horned
rim glasses anxious to enjoy her feared reaction as he did so. Her eyes reflected
the fear and confusion that he desired before she rolled away from his rapid approach.
His plan was for her to see familiar traits in him and slowly step by step realize
his identity.
    She watched his hands and recognized the gold ring her
husband had been presented for his service in the senate. But, how and when could
this man have obtained it?

7
    LON STEPPED OUT of the
car and going against his better sense walked to the mailbox at the end of the drive
and pulled out a small stack of envelopes.
    “I’m sick of bills and junk mail,” he said loudly.
    He looked around sheepishly to see if anyone was close
enough to have heard his outburst. Safe, he thought as he walked up the steps and
entered the front door. The aroma coming out of the kitchen was fabulous and immediately
his mouth began to water.
    “Lucie, I’m Home,” he called. He felt someone staring
at him. He turned and there standing on the stairway in a sky blue negligee that
hid none of her womanly attributes stood his wife.
    “Can I help you?” she asked.
    He realized immediately the game she was playing, He
asked, “Have you seen my wife?”
    “She left town for a few days.”
    “Where is my son?”
    “Your wife decided that he needed to spend the night
at his grandmother’s house.”
    “I see, and what is your purpose for being in my house?”
    “Your wife felt you needed someone to welcome you home
and comfort you while she was away.”
    “She has always been very considerate that way. What
do I call you? It would not be a good thing to call you by the wrong name. I know
my wife wouldn’t appreciate that, so I’m sure you feel the same.”
    With a very sexy saunter, never taking her eyes off him
she continued down the stairs and approached; stopping directly in front and placed
her hands on his shoulders.
    “My name is of no concern to you at this time. I am here
to serve you as I was instructed. How can I best serve you, Master? I offer you
two choices; the first is a dinner and a bottle of white wine being chilled, or…”
    The second choice was never offered as Lon reached out
and picked her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom.
    “Lon, what would your wife think about this?”
    It was apparently a game they both needed to play. Their
love making was spontaneous and purely physical, absent of normal love making habits
they had established over the years and further enhanced by expressed fantasies
they hoped to carry out with each other.
    Their dinner was eaten later and the