Mike listened to the sound of Marcy talking, but was incapable of hearing anymore. A weird sense of unreality crept over him. It was like déjà vu or something. Mike had put off having children too, and where had that gotten him? Childless and alone. He found this weird similarity to Marcy's ex disturbing.
The conversation dwindled as they drove into the hospital grounds.
Jesus Christ, I hate hospitals, Mike thought, with months of Barbara's treatment flashing through his mind. He parked the car and let Marcy precede him inside, while trying his best to not look grim.
The little girl was sitting watching TV when they came into the busy children's area. Katie's face brightened when she saw her mom and she immediately got up and came to her with a sunny smile. The loving embrace they gave each other was really something to see.
Mike smiled for the first time since leaving the golf course.
The doctor informed them that Katie had sustained a "green stick" fracture to her left radius. It had been placed in a cast, but there was no need for surgery. The cast would only need to be on for a couple of weeks.
Katie's hair was straight and blonde, her face more rounded, and her nose delicate and aquiline. She didn't look like her mother at all, except for her honey-brown eyes and her equally generous smile. Yet her personality? Mike thought he could already see similarities there, in Katie's apology for injuring herself, and her stoic manner of bearing her burdens.
What a great kid, he mused, wishing that Katie was his. This little girl could turn my heart into silly putty with one look.
Marcy admired her pretty cast which was pink. "I got to pick the color," Katie informed her mother and Mike admired it too. Katie was a little shy around him, but definitely interested in the possibility of being friends. Mike knew they would get along well. Kids liked him, and he would love any child of Marcy's in any case.
Life was a strange thing. Mike, a man who had no hint of real attraction to anyone for months, was already completely gone on Marcy Paget.
How had it happened?
From the first moment he had seen her, and every minute since Mike had only found more reasons to admire and respect Marcy. Independent and self-contained, she had such a grateful and cheerful personality, despite all the shit she had been put through. Even though she had significant problems, Marcy felt lucky to have such a beautiful child and to be who she was. André had been right about her: If Marcy Paget didn’t deserve good fortune and happiness, then who did?
Mike wanted to be the one that made her happy.
He recalled the drive to the miniature golf park, when she had fallen asleep. For awhile he had sat and simply watched her sleeping before he turned the car off and woke her up. That could have been considered creepy, but it wasn't. He hadn't wanted to wake her because she obviously needed the rest.
Why was he so ridiculously drawn to her? Marcy's features were plain and even severe while asleep, but Mike had still found her attractive. It was hard not to look at her and recall her broad sincere smiles and heartfelt laughter.
While waiting for her to wake, he had played with his phone, checking the internet. There he found that NASA scientists discovered that lightning frequently hit the ground two or more times in the exact same place. The chances of being struck for a second time are about 45 percent higher than what people commonly assume.
In other words, lightning really did, quite commonly, strike twice.
This knowledge had both amused and inspired him. That spark he had felt when they had touched was real. It seemed to him that if lightning naturally struck twice, then someone who had found True Love once should be able to find it again. But what about Marcy? Had she ever been in love? Now that was something to think about.
Maybe I'll be her first and only True Love. The possibility cheered him.
He remembered their conversation when she had jerked awake in the car.
"Bad dream?"
"No, it was a really, really good one."
"I know exactly what you're talking about," he had replied. "The good dreams hurt most of all."
Mike hated sleeping alone. How many times had he woken up, imagining his wife's body wrapped around him, with her head on his chest? Even the sound of her comforting breathing and heavy heartbeat had seemed so real. For the first time since she had passed, Mike thought that tonight he would not dream of Barbara. He would fantasize about Marcy instead.
But he'd have to be careful because of Marcy's resistance to "dating" and getting close to a man again. She even tended to freeze up when he touched her, so clearly she wasn't used to that.
First he'd have to get her hooked on his company. Today was a good start. Giving the line lots of play, he would eventually reel her in with slow yet persistent effort, just like an obstinate fish.
He would have to hide his intentions, of course, and be subtle as hell. Mike smiled, knowing he could do that without too much difficulty.
Excusing himself, he went off to arrange payment of Katie's medical bill. André had employed her, and therefore he would medically cover her and her family. The generous Frenchman would be overjoyed with the timing. Mike could almost hear him now, "You see, my friend? How karma works? Already Marcy is rewarded for not taking the hundred dollar bill."
Mike would have bitten his tongue to avoid the obvious reply, why did her daughter break her arm at all? That wasn't good karma. Yet even if he had said this to André, no doubt the man would have come back with something like, "Ah, but we have yet to see the result of this broken arm, no?"
Marcy gave him her address and Mike drove the two of them home. Without waiting to be asked, he went inside. The woman wasn't getting rid of him that easily. He really wanted to make sure they were both alright. The condo was small, yet tidy. Two women working full time, each with a child, would have to be pretty organized.
Poor little Katie was worn out. She gave a cute little childish giggle when Mike solemnly shook her good hand goodbye. Then Marcy put her to bed for a nap before dinner.
When Marcy came out of the bedroom, she asked Mike if he wanted a coffee. Her manner was polite, yet rigid and forced. There was something about her in the way she was holding herself so stiffly.
Mike had the impression that she was about to cry.
Instinctively wanting to comfort her he said, "Come here," and gently pulled her into his arms. Marcy – that self-contained woman who tensed up whenever he touched her, folded into him, holding on as tightly as if he were a life raft in an empty open sea.
And then she burst into tears.
14. Trent Berger
"Oh yeah, baby," Trent grunted with each thrust. "Who's the best fuck you've ever had?"
"You are, Trent," she gasped. "You are!"
Mary Hawkins, the young, attractive blonde dental technician had her tiny red panties still around one of her ankles.
Legs spread wide apart - the woman was bent right over the dental chair with her ass in the air. Still in her uniform, it was hiked up over her buttocks and bunched at the waist. Her tight little naked backside was tilted up and fully exposed. Just then, Trent Berger was squeezing those delicious round globes while thrusting himself hard inside her pussy.
The little slut loves it, he mused.
Trent wasn't sure if Mary was actually a slut, but he knew that she was certainly ambitious. Mary hoped that he would take her on full time when she completed her dental hygienist internship. If he was going to help her, then she was going to pay for it – they both understood that.
Ambitious women and sluts flocked around Trent, which was no surprise. He was good looking – tall and built, with classic Germanic features, a sculpted jaw, blond hair and blue eyes. Sluts liked that.
Motivated women also wanted to be near him, too. Why wouldn’t they? He wasn't only good-looking. Trent had power and money, and those two things were the biggest aphrodisiacs of all. He was a big important man going somewhere. Lesser people recognized that about him
"You like that d
on't you, you little slut?" he said as he pounded inside the woman in ever increasing fast short strokes.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned. "Yes!"
"Fuck, I'm going to come, baby," he gasped
The sharp ring of the interoffice phone interrupted him and he swore viciously and stopped thrusting. Talking a deep calming breath he answered it. "Tina," he said through clenched teeth. He kept his voice mild, yet it resonated with suppressed menace. "I told you to hold my calls."
"Yes, Sir, I know, Sir," she said rapidly in a tone that was apologetic and clearly meant to pacify him. "But it's your ex-wife on the phone and she is pretty upset. She said if she isn’t allowed to speak to you she will come right over here and make a scene."
"Shit. Alright put her on." Trent pulled out, ripped off his condom and threw it in the trash. He was beginning to go soft and that really pissed him off. He snapped his fingers, pointed to the floor, and gave Mary a look. Good little ambitious slut that she was, she immediately went to her knees. Taking his shaft into her mouth, her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck.
Marcy's voice was like fingernails on a blackboard to Trent's mind. The woman droned on and on. Apparently Katie had broken her arm. Bored, Trent put his attention on the little whore at his feet that was intent on pleasuring him. Fuck she was good. Her breath on his balls, the sensation of her tongue tickling over his ridges, the way she held and stroked him, and that solid sucking. God damn, Mary was eager to please.
"So what's the bottom line here?" he interrupted, attempting to end the conversation. "Are you asking for money?"
"I am not calling you to ask for money," she claimed in a shrill voice. "Have I ever asked you for money? I'm calling to inform you and to ask you to please come and visit Katie. I know that she'll want you to visit her."
"Marcy, I'm snowed under," he snapped. Irritated, he took his frustration out on the woman kneeling before him by grabbing the back of her head, and pushing himself deep, right down her throat. Unskilled at deep throating, the woman gagged. He pulled out a bit, and then shoved himself in again, out, in, until her nose was buried deep into his pubic hair.
Mary didn’t try to pull away, and Trent didn’t expect her to. She should be getting used to it by now.
"I can't drop everything, Marcy," Trent said, pulling back a bit to let the dirty little whore fill her lungs with a gasp. Apparently grateful for the respite, Mary became even more enthusiastic in her attentions to his dick. Trent ran his free hand through her hair, resting it on her nape.
"I've been invited to an important V.I.P. dinner tonight," Trent said. "The Carltons invited me – you know, the Carltons of GM? Not many people can say that. I'm in with the real Movers and Shakers now. I have to keep up."
"Trent, she is your daughter, too!" The fat ugly cow screamed in his ear. "You obviously have a lot on your plate. Go enjoy that important V.I.P. charity dinner and create your links to possible future clients - I don’t give a damn! You are a total shit and you don’t deserve to have a daughter anyway!" The phone went silent.
Trent snorted. "Stupid bitch," he muttered. He knew that tone of voice. The woman wasn't going to let up. He looked down at Mary who was diligently working his cock. "Yeah, baby, that's good," he said. "You're one horny little slut, aren’t you? You love sucking cock. Keep doing that and you're gonna make me real happy."
He pressed a button and spoke on the phone to his secretary, while smiling down at the woman between his legs. "Tina?"
"Yes, Sir?"
"Can you please get some flowers and a 'Get well' card? Send them to my ex-wife's address. Put on the card, 'Dear Katie, get well soon. Love Dad.'"
"Yes, Sir. Of course. I'll do that right away," she said brightly.
"Thank you so much, Tina," he said. "You're a life saver." Trent hung up, still incredibly irritated.
He spread Mary's dress open. The buttons were already undone, her bra pushed down to display her pert little breasts. Using his thumb and forefinger he grabbed both of her tits. Squeezing her nipples, Trent held on hard. He began thrusting then, fucking her face while using her breasts for leverage.
"Shit that feels good, baby," he growled, breathing rapidly. His dick was fucking huge, throbbing and pounding with blood, ready for release. "I'm going to shoot all over that pretty face of yours. You want that? Want my hot jizz to spray all over you?"
A mumbled sound and nod signaled her affirmative. Not that what she wanted mattered in the least. Trent planned to do exactly what he wanted to do in any case.
He bucked when his balls tightened and his groin clenched in pre-orgasmic stiffening. Pulling out, he rapidly fisted his cock with his right hand, while grabbing Mary's hair in a tight grip to place her face exactly where he needed it to be.
"Keep that mouth open, yeah that's right, you dirty little whore…there you go!" he gasped as he ejaculated repeatedly into her mouth, on her lips, nose, cheeks and eyes in pulsing sprays of release.
As a healthy man in his prime, Trent had an impressive amount of semen. Ropes of it covered the woman's face. Some even got in her hair. Trent jerked and grunted while waves of pleasure rushed out into his body from his testicles, thighs and shaft.
"Fuck that was good," he said, putting his cock back into her mouth.
Mary instantly began licking him clean. They had done this before and she knew the drill. He hated it when his dick was sticky with cum. She would make it spotless before he tucked himself back into his trousers.
When she was finished he zipped himself up. Still on her knees, Mary was covered in cum, half dressed, and disheveled. "Go clean yourself up," he said with a smirk. "What will our patients think?"
Mary smiled and stood up. "Yes, Sir," she said with a saucy grin, clearly happy to have pleased him.
And why shouldn’t she be happy? Trent thought. Mary is lucky enough to work for me. And I am a very powerful and important man.
15. Personality Disorder
Trent Berger had no idea that he was a totally self-absorbed dickhead.
The only child of a single mother who had ambitions for her only child, he grew up living in a universe of one while being constantly told how special he was. Trent thought about his own needs and tended to identify with people and situations only where he could personally benefit. No one was ever good enough for Trent Berger.
Arrogant and superior, Trent had a secret that he had never confided to anyone. In his mind and his little heart of hearts, other people were not worthy of him because they were all complete idiots.
There was some truth to this as Trent Berger did have an unusually high IQ. Using charm and subtle persuasion he had learned to influence others so that they could be more useful to him. If that didn’t get the right result, guilt trips, putting words into their mouth, the 'silent treatment' and general 'make wrong' behaviors always worked.
Trent had manipulation down to a fine art and never once really looked at what he was doing. He was a taker, not a giver. He was a talker, not a listener. A psychologist would say that Trent Berger was a self-absorbed narcissistic personality that had no personal insight into his own motivations and behavior.
Mentally, Trent justified everything he did, explaining away his self-absorbed approach to life. He was hyper-critical of anyone who didn’t agree with him or adore him. He could be charming so his patients loved him. He kept them well informed about his many talents. He charged them extra because he had graduated top of his class.
To be fair, on the plus side, as a skilled orthodontist Trent really did know how to professionally straighten teeth.
Right now, Trent's life was just about perfect. And why shouldn’t it be? He was brighter than anyone he knew, better looking, and he was a go-getter. Survival of the fittest baby! That was his way of thinking. Trent figured that he was just about the fittest person around.
Trent's first wife, Marcy had been a necessary evil as she had supported him all through graduate school, and they had lived in her mother's home. Initially Marcy had recog
nized his authority, had been utterly compliant, and didn't ever question him. This had been a good start, but in time she had become difficult. Trent blamed her for every financial, marital, or any other problem they had.
Marcy had been lucky to have been with someone in a class so far above her, but she had never really appreciated him. She had also been a really lousy lay. The woman was no beauty. Trent had been ashamed to be seen with her, particularly when she put on weight during and after the baby. As he was physically a perfect specimen, he owed it to himself to be married to someone of a similar caliber.
The selfish bitch had gotten herself knocked up. He hadn't planned on a child, but as Marcy had been the main breadwinner during the marriage, at least he didn’t need to pay alimony. Child support had been judged according to the pay scale he was on during the divorce, and that was only part-time work in a dental surgery, and a mere pittance in pay. All in all, everything had turned out well.
His new wife, Debra, was twelve years younger than he was and had worked in sales. She looked up to Trent, and bragged about all his many achievements to her father and friends. She also did everything he said without question.
This was exactly what Trent wanted in a wife.
Debra had already landed him a ton of new patients. Trent knew that he deserved a better looking woman. He needed a wife who could dress well and attend social functions with him. Someone young and sexy that he could show off. That way others could realize just how special and important he was.
His new wife had a very Christian upbringing, and that was all the better in Trent's opinion. Debra took her vows of "love, honor and obey," seriously. She gave him the respect he deserved and would never question him about anything.
Too bad she still froze up when watching porn. But making her watch it when she didn’t like it was fun, too. He had taught her to give head like a vacuum. The sexually deprived little slut was always happy to please him in bed.