3 comments/ 26518 views/ 1 favorites Revenge On An Old Flame By: Zazbek I had been out of college for about five years, working in a large West Coast city as an economist for an import/export firm, when I got the call. I was in the middle of a large transaction involving shipments of Australian beer, of all things, and was awaiting the final import duty figures when the phone rang. I whipped it up off of its carriage and barked, "Ok, what do you have for me?" Silence, and then an amused female voice said, "That depends. Do I get dinner first?" And the world stopped for a moment. Jana had that sort of effect on me, and I had never - quite - gotten over it. "Um, you still there, Dave?" There was the slightest hesitation in her voice, as if she understood how hard it was to talk to her. "Yeah, I'm here. How did you get my number?" "Your brother took pity on me. I think I cried a little. That seemed to help." "It would. He's a sucker that way." "You were, too, once." Her voice was warm, friendly. "Once. Things change. So, what do you want?" "Do I have to want something?" "No. You don't. It just always seems to work out that way." There was a long silence, and I could hear her breathing. I knew this ploy really well. If she waited long enough, the silence would eventually be filled by the other person, in this case, she obviously hoped, by me. I crooked the phone onto my shoulder and went back to work. She lasted about three minutes. "Are you still there, Davie?" Jesus. Davie. What the hell was she up to? "Ok, fine. I'm in town. I want to talk to you." I paused. "Why? What would be the point?" And here came the warmth she was known for, the charm. "Do I have to have a reason, really, to see you? I care about you, you know that." Yikes. Much worse than I had thought on first take. "Uh-huh. Ok. Look, a person doesn't always have to have a reason, but I've never known you to not have one, so what is it?" "It's just, I'm buying for the store and I'm in town by myself. I just thought you and I could get together and chat." The store. A poor play, but better than none. I hated that goddamn store, and hated the owner worse. I started to lose my cool in spite of myself, and then forced myself back under control. Two years of thickened skin ought to count for something. I thought for a moment, and then decided. "You want to get together and chat? Chat?" I let that word hang on the line for a moment. "Ok, fine. Where are you staying?" She told me, and then told me that her hotel had a terrific restaurant, which I knew. It was also very close to her room, which I also knew, and which I wanted no damned part of. I named a different place, farther uptown, and she agreed. "Should I meet you there," she asked, amusement in her voice. "No, I'll make the reservations and pick you up around eight. I won't be able to get out of here for another couple of hours." We agreed to meet out front of the hotel, and I rang off. I had to think. Jana and I had been a three year item in college. She was strikingly gorgeous, golden-red hair, legs to there and tits out to THERE. And she knew it. She always knew the effect she had on people, and learned to play the game like an absolute stone cold pro. And like a pro, she rarely let on that she was playing at all. Interestingly, my parents had never really liked her. I should have taken that as a sign at the time, but I was so incredibly stuck on Jana, that I didn't listen. Only in retrospect did I understand what they were saying from the start. And it hurt like hell to understand that they were right. My parents are well off, pretty rich, really. Some year, I stand to inherit a lot of stock in the company, but in the meantime, they are taking care of the business and adding to the fortune. And, considering that they are both in their early 50s, they're likely to be around another 30 to 40 years, which I'm pretty damned happy about. They're great people, and while they miss me, they're glad I have been making it on my own, on my own merit. That's important. And from my perspective, I take nothing from them. Ok, birthday gifts and small presents at Christmas. I stress small, because they gave me my first car at Christmas when I was 15. They indulged me then, and I loved it. I loved their money, and loved what I could buy with it. And I loved Jana. Her family was not rich, but they did fine. I liked her parents, still do. When Jana and I became an item, they looked forward to having me around, just as I looked forward to them ass. As I said, Jana and I dated for three years, and those were steamy years, let me tell you. She had an incredible body, and she knew how to use every inch of it. We would make love for hours, just hibernate and screw. She used to shave her pussy, and it was so damn smooth and sweet that we would fall into a 69 and drive each other completely berserk as a game to see who could get the other to go first, or scream loudest, or whatever. And she loved to show herself off. We used to go out on the town, and she would wear clothes that would have caused riots in earlier times. They damn near caused them in ours. She loved low cut dresses that bloused out and let her tits flash naked and then hidden. She loved thong underwear, when she bothered to wear any, and her legs were so taut and nice she rarely wore hose. Consequently, her usual sort of outfit consisted of a dress and a pair of shoes. And that was it. As a horny young one, of course, I loved it. I loved having the greatest looking girl I knew on my arm and in my bed. I loved being able to cop a feel of her in public, just out of sight, or when we were really drunk, in sight but not giving a damn. And we used to screw whenever and wherever the mood struck. We would be walking down a sidewalk, kissing periodically, and one of us would pull the other into a deep doorway and zip! flip! Ready for action and screwing like mink. And then she got the job at the store. Braxton's, to be exact, which is a Midwest clothing giant. They have stores in malls all over Iowa, Missouri, Nebraska, Kansas, Minnesota and Illinois. And Jana got a job in purchasing. Let's be honest. She was talented and hard working, and within six months, she was a buyer. Within a year, she was the assistant manager in charge of women's clothing. And then when the manager moved up, she got that promotion too. At age 23, she was taking trips to the coasts and to France and England to buy for the chain. And then she met Jonas Braxton, the man who built it all. He was in his seventies when they met, and I don't know when it started, but she set her sights on him from the beginning. I didn't know that then. Now I do. The sad thing is how I found out. Jana and I had set the date for our wedding, and when it was about a month away, she called it off. She met me one evening at my place and was waiting for me when I got home. She sat at the bar and was twirling a key on a ring. When I walked over to her to kiss her, she turned her cheek and backed away. And then she handed me the key and told me it was over, that she had decided to move on. It got worse. She told me everything. How she'd been fucking him for months, chasing him, making herself available for trips, for everything. And he'd bitten strong. Why not? As I said, Jana was gorgeous. And, oh, by the way, the wedding was off. She and Jonas were getting married in two weeks. She said she was sorry, that she had to look out for her future, for her career. And then she left without a backwards glance. My world cratered. It took months to get it together again, years to trust another girl. But I did get it together. My parents helped, but it was mostly a case of denial and grunt work studying to finish my degree in three and a half years (plus a summer session). I borrowed a grub stake and moved after I graduated, accepting the first plausible job that came along. And then I began to climb. Now, five years later, I was one step down from a vice-presidency in the company. I had charted my course. Within ten years, I would be running the place. My brother kept me up to date on what Jana was doing, whenever I got stupid and asked, which, for a while, was too often. She had gotten married, and was helping her husband run the place. Then, about two years after she had broken things off, she suddenly appeared back in my life. For almost three weeks, she stayed in town, and it was like we had never been apart. She had rushed back into my life, saying she had been wrong and stupid, that she had fallen for Braxton, but had not taken into account the age difference. It was just too much, she said, and she was trying to figure out what she needed to do next. She needed my help. Of course I offered to help. Of course. I was still in love with her and would have cheerfully slit my wrists to help her. So we talked a lot at first, and then fell back into a sexual relationship that was, if anything, even more astonishing than it had been. I could not take any time off, so I would work during the day and we would spend the nights making love over and over again until we got sore, and then figured out ways to work around the pain. One afternoon, she came to my office, a first, wearing a business suit and glasses. Her hair was up, and she carried a briefcase. She looked very businesslike, and she told my secretary that she had an appointment. When I saw who it was, I let her in. She closed and locked the door behind her, then started a very slow, very sensual, and very very filthy striptease. She caressed her tits luxuriantly inside her jacket, and when she tossed the thing to the floor, her nipples were plainly visible - and plainly erect - through a sheer white blouse. Each button was an eternity as she stood there, hands roaming all over her form. When the last button was unbuttoned, she took her time about pulling the tails of the blouse from her skirt. She turned around, letting the blouse hang open, then bent way over. Her skirt rode up on her thighs, giving me a clear view of her tight ass and the tips of her tits between her legs. The she pulled the skirt a little higher, and then a bit more. She slowly, ever so slowly, backed up to me until her ass was within reaching distance. I still don't know exactly what she had in mind, because I reached out and yanked the skirt the rest of the way up around her waist and pulled her to me. Her cleft was very damp and I could smell her getting hotter. I put a finger up against her pussy and it sank deeply into her without the slightest friction. I reached up inside her to just behind her pubic bone and gently flicked my finger. She squirmed agreeably, and I got my face down there and began to work her over with my tongue. She started whimpering and pushing back against me, trying to get me deeper inside her. I spread her legs out a bit wider, and when it became obvious she was going to fall without help, I jumped up and positioned her over the back of my couch. She spread widely and I worked her over, nibbling and flicking with my tongue, trying to drive her to a quick orgasm. Jana was very multi-orgasmic, but it worked better if she came first very quickly. If that happened, the fun was on for as long as we could both stand it. I could feel her legs getting rubbery as the orgasm approached, and just as it appeared obvious she was going to cum within seconds, I stood and buried my dick inside her. She whooped and cried out, cumming shatteringly. She threw herself from side to side, her tits flowing back and forth, moving the shirt like a sail. She grasped her nipples and pulled them sharply, and I felt her pussy contract on me, cranking down and then loosening. I pulled out, stripped her quickly, then put her on her back on my desk. Her tits pointed slightly outwards and her legs were as wide open as she could manage. As I stepped in, she grabbed my ass and pulling me closer. I pounded away at her for quite awhile, it seemed, and she just got louder and louder. I finally got up on the desk with her so I could kiss her and shut her up. And when she torched off again, she took me with her. I came so hard I got a cramp in my ass, but I stayed in her until my dick deflated and popped out by itself. She got herself dressed a few moments later and told me she was going back to the hotel so I could work. What she didn't tell me was that she was leaving town. I had to find that out for myself. She also didn't bother telling me about the child she and her husband had, conveniently, some nine months later. I had no proof that it was mine; still don't, and probably never will. There was nothing I could do but feel betrayed - again. It was a very tough time, and it lasted for months. Slowly, the blackness lifted and, with the help of a lady in my firm, I was able to move beyond Jana into something resembling a relationship. And even though it didn't last, Grace Davis was every bit the woman suggested by her name. Which led me back to the phone call and the evening with Jana. I stayed in my office until I had to go or be late. There was a considerable interest on my part in standing her up, but I decided I probably ought to find out what she was planning. Forewarned is forearmed, you know. I was running a little late when I left the office, but figured I'd be fine. I mean, what was she going to do? Leave without telling me what was going on? Been there, done that, have the tattoo. I pulled into the roundabout in front of the hotel, and she was standing out front, talking to the concierge looking like an absolute angel. The dress was black with white with a jacket, Halston, perhaps, and was stunning. There were slits here and there which accented her legs, but the big draw was the low cut front, which displayed, classily, I admit, a rather astonishing set of 38D cha-chas. But unlike the case sometimes with a stunning outfit where the dress wears the person, this was a case where the girl very definitely wore the dress. Her hair was out, full and wavy. Her cheeks were flushed slightly, lips full and inviting. The eyes? A charming and vivid blue. I was well and truly screwed. She had brought up the big artillery and was armed for battle. This would be ugly, and if I weren't really careful, she'd stomp my heart into flinders again. I stopped, the concierge handed her into my BMW, and we drove off to the restaurant I had selected, an Italian place with some secluded seating areas and terrific food. I could take or leave Italian food, myself, but Jana loved it, and I figured anything that could throw off her concentration was a good thing. We arrived, were seated as per reservation, and got settled in with decent Chianti. "So, do we talk about old times for a bit, or do you just tell me why you wanted to talk to me?" I was in no mood to be overly pleasant. She frowned. "I know I've given you no reason to be happy I'm here, but I thought it would be nice to re-connect." I know I raised an eyebrow at this point. "We have such a lot of history together.." She paused and gave me a slight, but perceptible leer. "And we've always gotten along so well. I just thought we ought to talk." "Talk? What about? Commodity prices, shipping schedules, or what Parisian models are making, presupposing a franc to dollar exchange?" I sipped my wine. "Ok, look. I showed up. I'm here. It's your dime. What's on your mind?" "Is there any reason we can't be civil about this?" "Takes too long, and I have a Yankees game I'm just dying to watch." She looked at me speculatively. "What would you say if I told you that Jonas and I are through?" I looked at her expressionlessly. "Bummer. Too bad. Next question?" "Don't you want to know why?" She leaned over slightly, blousing the front of her dress and exposing the tops of her breasts. So? I'd already seen them naked. Then why did her movement have an effect on me? Damn it. I carefully kept my face blank. "Let's see, because you haven't fucked with my head in a couple of years and you like that sort of thing? Close?" "Actually, I missed you." "Not buying it. Try again." I took another sip of the Chianti, and then decided I had better stay clear headed. "It's true." She looked a little bitter. "You want to know what my life is like?" I hoped it was Hell. "Champagne wishes and caviar dreams, yes?" "Not hardly. Jonas is seventy-three years old. And he had prostate cancer a couple of years ago." She took a quick drink. "Dead from the waist down "There's ways around that." "And he uses them. With his secretary." She genuinely looked pissed, which amazed me. "This broad has been with him since the dawn of time, is twice my age and looks it. He's in love with her. Whatever. But guess what else?" "Wouldn't attempt it." "After our son was born, Jonas fired me! He fired me and made me stay home with the kid!" I couldn't help smiling, even though the fact that she obviously WASN'T in town to buy for the store gave me pause. "Maybe he wanted the little heir to the throne to grow up in a normal house. You know, mom stays home, dad goes to work. Father Knows Best kind of universe." "I was head of purchasing for the whole company, and he tells me my services are needed elsewhere, that I need to stay home with Everett, and that my position will be filled by my assistant! I couldn't believe it!" "You know, I think I was right the first time. He probably thought you would want to take care of little.what was his name, Everett?" She nodded. "Lots of moms would want to. He might have thought he was doing you both a favor." "I know more about the company than he does now. I'd been there every day for years, watching the books, keeping track of accounts and the bottom line, working my ass off. And that was the thanks I got?" "So, what did you do?" "Do? I stayed home! What choice did I have? I told him I could get a job anywhere, and he said he'd make sure I didn't. He wanted me home, and that was that." Dinner arrived, and I nibbled at my Veal Parmigiana. Jana kept watching me while she tore into her fettucine. She always had a great appetite, and not just for food. Afterwards, I sipped a cappuccino while she had a glass of some sort of white wine. I still wasn't sure where this was all going, but I was sure that she had discovered that getting is not so fine a thing after all as wanting. "So, you're home now with the boy. What next?" She sighed, and her tits arced under the fabric. Certain parts of mine jumped slightly under the table. Down, goddamnit! "So I stayed there. What could I do? And after the yelling and tears were over, Jonas mostly stayed in the city with Cheryl. You know, Girl Friday." She stopped, then looked me in the eye. "I've never forgotten you. I've never forgotten us. I just always wanted more, and I wanted it now. I thought that you and I together would never get to where I wanted to go." She leaned in. "You weren't ambitious, David. You never tried any harder than you needed to for what was happening right then in your life. It scared me. I have always been scared of being second rate, of not having a chance to do the things I was always dying to do." It figured. Whether her emotions were honest or not, I couldn't help being struck by the truth in her words. I had been a slacker, probably still would have been one had she not dynamited the foundations of my life. I had been very comfortable at home, and I was now far away from everything I held dear and was working daily like a sled dog for other people. "So, anyway, when Jonas took notice of me, I was flattered. But I also understood that it was the chance I needed. David, my parents were and aren't that well off. You know that. They scrimped like hell to get me into college, and I worked and got scholarships for everything. But it was never quite enough. And when the chance came, I took it." She stopped and removed her jacket top. "I took it. I'm not proud of the way I took it, but I knew that I couldn't marry you. So I made myself indispensable at work, came on to the boss, and after awhile I landed him. But I didn't know how to tell you, and when Jonas proposed, I thought that it was better that you hated me than sat and felt sorry for yourself." Revenge On An Old Flame I was feeling pretty much like Jerry Quarry in a fight with Muhammad Ali at this point, and it got worse. "Then, when I came out here a couple of years ago to see you, I intended to stay. I did intend to stay. But when I woke up the morning I left, I felt really bad in a way I had never felt bad before, so I went to a doctor the hotel manager suggested and he ran some tests." She leaned in on her elbows. "I was pregnant, David. Pregnant, and my plans were all gone to crap. Nothing for it but to go home and have my baby. I gave you the best send off I knew how, and thought that we were done forever. But I still thought of you, and when I lay there at night in that big house and in that big bed by myself, I missed you horribly. I wanted you. I needed you, needed you inside of me. And you weren't there, and you never would be there." She stopped, took a deep breath. "I'm here now because I just couldn't stand it anymore. I can't stand my life in a gilded cage with no prospects, no love, no sex, and no excitement. I need that, David, like I need air." She took my hand. "I need you." I was worse than screwed at this point. I was stone fucked, and I was confused as hell. Christ, the opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference. I had hated her for years, but the only reason I could hate that long and that passionately was because that hate was being fueled by the love I still felt. I wondered if I could borrow a sword from one of the other patrons, because hari-kari was looking real nice at that moment. My biggest problem was, of course, whether I could trust the situation at all. Every time she appeared in my life, boom, my life went to Hell in a handcart. I didn't know if I could take it again. But then, sitting there in that restaurant, staring across the table at the woman of my dreams (both good and bad), it was difficult to remain dispassionate. Particularly since there were parts of me that were anything but unaware of the woman I was with. I pulled my hand back across the table. "How can I ever trust you again? How could I ever trust a thing you were saying?" I was honest and blunt. I had no choice, and I was genuinely asking, not just throwing out rhetorical questions. "You've never been straight with me, not once. Why should I think that you'd be straight with me now?" She looked hurt for a moment, then set her jaw. "I was never as straight with you before as I have been now. I admit that. But I also think that you weren't as able to take the truth with the bark on as you are now. You're tougher than you were. You're also a lot more self-assured." She sipped her wine. "See, David, when we were together before, you were confident but soft. Life was easy, you were protected, and if something bad happened, your parents could bail you out. And that happened a lot. Remember?" The fact is I could remember times when my parents took care of problems for me, made my life smoother than it might, perhaps should, have been. And to be fair, Jana had been upset about those occasions at the time. But I never worried about them. I never had to worry about them. "Ok, I'm different. I'm not the guy I was. I'm also not as happy. You put my life through hell, damn it, and you sit there expecting me to just forgive and forget. Have you lost your mind entirely?" Her eyes suddenly misted and she ducked her head. Suddenly, she raised it back up and looked me in the eyes. There were tears captured in her baby blues, but her resolve was plain. "Maybe I have. I don't know. I know this, though. I've spent the last several years having to evaluate my life, and I didn't like what I saw." She dabbed at her eyes with her napkin, then continued. "I'm in a loveless marriage because that's the deal I struck. I know that. Jonas was plain in what he wanted. He wanted a son, and when I gave him one, he was also plain in what he expected. He wanted his wife to be a brood mare, and I was. That I also helped him run his company, he understood and appreciated, but that wasn't why I was around. As he pointed out a couple of weeks ago, people who could do for his company what I was doing are easy to find. Maybe they were not as talented or as smart, but they could do the job he needed to have done. But they couldn't give him a son, and that's what he wanted." I was back on my heels at this point. "So, what are you going to do now?" "I'm already doing it," she replied. "I filed for divorce last week. We had a pre-nuptial; the terms are already in place. Shared custody of any children, $5 million settlement, child support, and our house in Illinois. Pretty generous, really." I looked across the table at her, and wondered why it was that her husband thought it was a good idea to let her divorce him. Even now, after everything that had happened between us, I was right on the edge of falling for her all over again. "Look, Jana. I sympathize and all that, but I just don't know what it is that you expect me to do. We have a lot of history between us, and not all of it is good. I know I'm sounding like a broken record here, but I don't trust you. Why should I?" She dropped her eyes, then looked up again and reached across the table and clasped my hand. "Would you be willing to let me try and gain your trust? Can you do that for me? Just give me a chance? I'm not asking for the world here. I just want a shot." She let go of my hand and took hold of the front of her dress. We were pretty secluded, what with the booth and some strategically situated plants, but we were definitely not alone. But, as I told you before, Jana was not body shy. She watched my reaction and opened the front of her dress, showing me her tits. They were, maybe, slightly larger than before and her nipples looked more pronounced and a bit darker. Nursing a child will do that to you, I suppose, but the fact remained that they were a terrific set of breasts and my crotch reacted almost instantly. She could tell, too, damn her. She had known me long enough to tell when I was getting aroused, and she knew she was on the right track. She leaned back slightly, letting her boobs settle against her ribs and then stretched to make them bobble a bit. Then she put her hands under the edge of the table and began wiggling around on her chair. After a moment, she smiled kind of wickedly and reached across the table, a thong with undone snaps clenched tightly in her hand. "Here," she said, "I won't be needing this anymore." She flipped it over to me and I caught it. The thing was soaked through, and I could smell her fragrance all over it. Doomed. Absolutely frosted, unless I could think of something. And my smaller head was doing all of the thinking at that point. Jana stood up, put her tits back in her dress, gave me a look, and then started off in the direction of the bathroom. "Oh well," I thought. I followed her and watch her open the men's room door, glance inside, and then enter. I was a few paces behind her, but was close enough to see her go into a stall. I went in with her, turned to shut the door, and when I turned back Jana had lost her dress somehow and was flowing into my arms. We kissed like teenagers, passionately, hard and very hot. I had my hands all over her, grasping her ass, holding her shoulders, fondling and squeezing titty while she was trying to get my pants open. She got my belt undone and was working on my zipper when the door opened and someone wandered in. Jana kept doing what she was doing, but with a glint in her eye. She got my pants undone and fished around for my dick. When she had it out and standing at attention, she sat on the toilet seat and started rubbing my dick with her tits and brushing the tip up against her lips. She looked up at me, dropped her mouth over the tip, and began to lightly suck and swirl her tongue around it. She was as good as ever, maybe even better, and my hips began to move in spite of my best efforts. The guy out in the bathroom proper had apparently finished combing his hair or checking his phiz for zits, because he went to the urinal and began to piss copiously. On and on it went, and I would have laughed if I had been able to, but it was rough sledding just to stay silent at all. Finally, at about the point when I was sure Jana was going to start snickering, he guy zipped up and left without washing his hands. As soon as he left, Jana redoubled her efforts, trying like crazy to get me to blow off. But I wasn't having any of it. I pulled her to her feet, spun her around, spread her legs out and sank to the nuts in her hot little box. I started ripping away, faster and faster, punishing her pussy for all I was worth, trying to work off some of my remaining mad. She started whimpering almost immediately and when I grabbed her tits and have her nipples a pull and a honk, she clamped down hard and shrieked, pushing back against me. I kept up my pace, though, leaning back to get the best view of her ass and quim. She normally shaved down there and kept things very tidy, and now was no exception. Her lips were swollen and puffy, but were slick and moist. I reached under and grasped her tits, now bouncing free and swinging heavily from side to side. "Oh god, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh god, oh god. Uuhhh, OH god." She was randomly saying things at this point, and I could tell that another orgasm was brewing to a burst . She reached down between her legs and worked her clit with a free hand. "Unh, unh, uuh, ohm.oh my. Jesus. Fuck!" She shrieked again, arms twitching, legs weak and rubbery. I reached around and got my hand onto her mound and began stroking away at her clit. She shrieked louder, and I felt a small gush of hot liquid around my dick. Well, that was it for me. I grabbed a firm hold on her hips and hammered about a quart of cum into her box. I almost fainted, I came so damn hard, and it was a couple of moments before my erection started to wilt. It finally did, and I cleaned the thing off with toilet paper and tucked myself back into my pants. Jana was leaning against the wall, breathing wildly initially and calming down incrementally. By the time I had gotten myself together, she was mostly back to normal, still leaning but not hyperventilating anymore. I reached back and undid the latch for the stall. "Take care," I said, grabbing her dress and heading for the door. I glanced back as I left the bathroom and the shock on her face was gorgeous to see. I know, I know. It was childish. It was silly. It was a rotten trick to pull on an old flame. Stipulated. Now, go home, put your bib on, and eat your oatmeal. I waited about five minutes to see whether or not she had the guts to come out of the men's room like that, and figured she took that time to get cleaned up the best she could and decide what to do. I waited another two minutes, just for luck, then walked back into the john. The door to the stall was closed, presumably locked. No sign of her legs under the panels. I walked directly to the door, put the dress over the top, then left and went back to the table and finished my cappuccino. Moments later, Jana walked out, came to the table and sat down. "That was a really shitty thing to do." "I know. That's why I did it. Now, before you say or do anything else, could we please have an agreement between the two of us?" She looked at me, still a little upset but curious. "What's that?" "How about we try to treat each other kindly, tell each other the truth, and get on with our lives? Ok?" She stared for a moment, uncertain. Nodded. "Fine. Should we get your luggage from the hotel on the way back?" Her smile was incredible to behold. "My room has a Jacuzzi. I have the place reserved through Sunday, and their room service is incredible. Want to come up?" It's true you know. The best revenge IS living well.