“And discovered you are Archibald McNally, attorney-at-law.” So tonight, while you were in the john, I went through your wallet.” Most of them are looking for teen-aged centerfolds. “I don’t ordinarily attract the attention of handsome, charming men my own age. “I suspected you from the start,” she said. “I believe these may be what you want,” she said sternly. I glanced at the letters and knew immediately what they were: the reason for my duplicity. She had replaced her contacts, and gave me the full force of a direct, chilling stare. I was shattered by shame.īut she brought me a packet of letters tied with a bit of ribbon. Perhaps a gold lighter or cashmere pullover-something expensive she could ill afford. Here I was deluding the poor girl, and she was about to give me a present. “Thank you for a super evening,” I said politely. She rose and donned an enormous white terry robe that bore the crest of a Monte Carlo hotel. Later, a bit after midnight, I regretfully dragged myself from her warm embrace and dressed. I felt a momentary pang over how I was deceiving her. What a jolly lady she turned out to be! Enthusiastic. Stripped to the tawny buff and devoid of her gray contact lenses, she metamorphosed into an entirely different woman. Jennifer Towley was almost as tall as I, and had impressed me as being a rather reserved, elegant, somewhat austere lady who dressed smartly but usually in black-and this is South Florida, where everyone favors pastels. Part of my joy was due to pleased surprise. This was the first time we had bedded and, though I cannot speak for the lady, I know I was delighted it was one of those rare sexual romps when realization exceeds expectation. So I took up where I had left off, and the next hour was a larky interlude of laughs and high-intensity moans. I mean I wasn’t even serious about not being serious, if you follow me. She might think I was serious about it, and I wasn’t. I could have explained all this to Jennifer, but didn’t. The world is filled with kvetchers, and I have no desire to join the club. I am an amiable, sunnily tempered chap (and something of an ass, my father would undoubtedly add), and I see no need to concern myself with disasters that may never happen. It hadn’t happened yet, had it? The old world tottered along, and I was content to totter along with it. In my going-on thirty-seven years I had lived through dire warnings of nuclear catastrophe, global warming, ozone depletion, universal extinction via cholesterol, and the invasion of killer bees.Īfter a while my juices stopped their panicky surge and I realized I was bored with all these screeched predictions of Armageddon due next Tuesday. I POURED A FEW drops of an ’87 Mondavi Chardonnay into her navel and leaned down to slurp it out. McNally’s Secret, McNally’s Luck, and McNally’s Risk GET FANTASTIC DEALS ON BESTSELLING EBOOKS
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