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Time to Think Ch. 01

By: WantABWriter



Sandra sat in her seat as the plane traveled between Atlanta and St. Louis. She was heading home from a week of seminars. However she had not attended the meeting as she should have. After a confrontation in her room Tuesday night she had checked out of the hotel and stayed with her old college roommate. It was there with Whitney that Sandra had some time to think. 

Sandra Bridgeman was not looking forward to returning home and facing her husband Thomas. They had been married for over 22 years and had two children from their marriage. Carson 20, was much like his father and in his third year of college. Their son was studying engineering at Texas A&M University. Just three months ago Sandra had helped her 18 year old daughter Megon move into her dorm at Penn State. With that she and Thomas had officially become empty nesters. 

Her dilemma had begun 6 months earlier. That was when James Zackary had transferred in to head her division. James was not a bad looking man at 55 and he brought a handsome 30 something assistant named Martin Quincy. Quickly a younger man with his trim body, dark wavy hair and brown eyes was the hit will all the women in the office. And it was all the women, married and single. Even Sandra had some wicked thoughts about the young stud man. 

The situation for Sandra at 44 was she felt she was no longer desirable to her husband Thomas. She had done her best to keep herself in shape but had lost her incentive when their sex life had dwindled. She then began to read the magazines on how to entice your husband. Sandra had spent the money for better bras, sexy panties, even purchasing several thongs, as well as sheer negligees. She got a new hair style and wore more revealing clothing. Her husband didn't seem to notice but both James and Martin did. 

Sandra hoped that when they were home alone Thomas would take the hint but he didn't. In spite of having a wife that was 5' 4" tall, weighing 122 pounds with 36 D breasts, a 25" waist and curvy 35" hips Thomas just didn't seem interested. But Sandra's efforts were appreciated by the two men at work. 

As Sandra sat in her seat she was a little angry. Was it all her fault? Thomas had more interest in his golf than he did her. Every weekend he was at the country club teeing off with friends. Coming in late in the afternoon all he wanted to do was rest. No more Saturday night's out for dinner and dancing. Not even a Sunday movie for the last year. Thomas blames it on his need of the exercise to stay in shape due to his stressful job. But he could take one weekend off she thought. He was 6' 1" tall, only 200 pounds and still attractive. Surely he could have thought of his wife one weekend every few months. 

But Sandra knew it was her that was at fault. When Martin began to turn on the charm she smiled and let it build her ego. She would try and do just a little to draw his attention such as unbuttoning one more button on her blouse complaining it was hot in the office. 

Finally three months ago there had been an office luncheon one Saturday. She had begged Thomas to go with her but he had already made a foursome for golf and wouldn't. Sandra dressed in her most revealing skirt and top. She wore heels with gartered hose. Martin was all over her upon her arrival at 10:30. When he realized Sandra was not going to do more than flirt he abandoned her to pursue another. James noticed and stepped in. He flattered Sandra with compliments and made sure she always had a full flute of champagne. 

By 2 p.m., the party over, Sandra was feeling the buzz. James suggested they go to the lounge to let her pass the affects of the liquor before she tried to dive home. There was music playing when they stepped in. James led Sandra to the dance floor. After the second number she was pressed against her boss. She knew it was wrong but it felt good to be in a man arms again.

By the end of the third number she felt her partner's erection. James was divorced and Sandra felt it was just his lack of sex that made him so amorous. James gave her a light kiss on the lips when the last song ended. He then led her to a dark booth and ordered them both a drink. In the darkness James began to kiss Sandra's neck and let his hands roam over her clothed body. She knew she should put an end to his fondling but it felt good to be desired and wanted by a man. 

By the time the drinks came James hand his hand under Sandra's short skirt. She tried to tell him to stop but he didn't listen. When his hand come contact with her panty clad pussy he pulled back. "Sandra is that a thong you're wearing? Even if it isn't it sure is wet."

Sandra blushed and nodded. James smiled and let his finger pushed the wet material aside and entered her warm passage. Sandra gave a silent gasp as her boss's finger invaded her sex. Only two men had put their hands on her there since she was married. One was her doctor and the other her husband. Now she was letting another man finger her. 

James kissed her hard on the mouth and let his tongue part her lips. Sandra was too far gone to resist. When he broke the kiss he looked at her. "Sandra I think you're a women with desires. You need some attention. I think you should go to the ladies room and remove your thong and bring it back to me. If you do I will take care of you. If you don't think it's right you can just walk out with no hard feeling. None of what happened here today will be revealed."

Sandra drained her drink without a word. She stood and looked at her boss. He was not at all unattractive. But she was married. She turned and walked to the ladies room. With a moment of hesitation she removed her thong. Looking in the mirror she told herself she would just go back and tell James it couldn't go any further. 

Sandra slid back in beside James. He didn't waste any time. His hand found her bare sex. He kissed her hard and let his tongue explore her mouth. She almost melted. She was powerless to stop him. James ordered them another round then excused himself. Sandra wanted to bolt and run but she didn't. She felt like a desirable woman again and she needed that.

James returned and they went back to necking like teenagers. Sandra by then was exploring James mouth with her tongue and her hand was feeling his erection through his pants. Ten minutes later James was taking her to the elevator. In that cab they kissed as their passion grew. In the room James removed Sandra's skirt, blouse and bra. He stepped back and complimented her on her beauty before he took her to bed. He made love to her as she wore her garter hose and heels. Yes she had to admit that the first time was special love making. It was 5 that evening before James was spent. He had made three deposits inside of Sandra. 

Sandra was frantic when she saw the time. She got up, ran to the bathroom and cleaned as best she could. Dressed she ran for the door. James was there and stopped her. He apologized but said he wasn't sorry. He needed her as much as she needed him. Sandra kissed him good bye and headed out. 

She did manage to beat Thomas home. She was in the shower when he came in. Thomas stripped and got in with her. Sandra prayed he wouldn't want sex, for that would be too much for her at that moment. But he didn't seem to be at all affected by her naked body. He explained they were late finishing and he didn't shower at the club. What a blow to her ego.

Sandra stepped out both relieved but angry. Thomas felt her hostility but figured it was because he didn't go to the boring lunch with her. 

It took a week for Sandra to be able to face James Zackary. But when she did he was pleasant and discretely apologized again for his indiscretion. He assured Sandra it was entirely his fault and he would never speak of it again. 

Over the next month things got back to normal. Martin was again hitting on Sandra and she teased him awfully. She had some guilt but it was fading with her thoughts of never faltering again. Things at home for Sandra were not any better and James realized it. He began to compliment her again and spend a little more time in her office. Then on a Friday morning the electrical system went down due to a burned out transformer. They all headed home. Just as she was picking up her purse, Sandra saw a note.

She opened it with trembling hands. It read, "Meet me at Jefferson Park if you care for a walk. j" Sandra knew the place and debated. Well it would be a private place to tell James Zackary she was a married woman that could never do such a thing again. It was just the alcohol and stress that make her succumb she would explain. 

When she drove in to the parking lot she didn't see James's car. She was disappointed. She told herself it was just because she wanted to bring closure. But it was not that and she knew it. She was startled when a knock came to her window. It was James. She felt a little excitement and tried to hide it. 

A few minutes later they were walking along the path talking. Sandra was explaining that she was married and what they had done was wrong. James was listening and agreeing. When they were in a secluded spot James pushed her against a tree and kissed her. 

Sandra moaned 'no', but kissed back. After an intense necking session James began to lead Sandra down the path. When they came to the far side of the park James took her across the street to a high rise apartment building. Sandra found that was where he lived. 

James took Sandra to his bed and again made love to her. He took his time used a lot of foreplay. It had been years since Thomas had performed such fantastic oral sex on her. James was insatiable and filled her twice with his seed. Sandra had little worry about that for she when her daughter had been born she had her tubes tied. 

On her way home she felt dirty with the remnants of James dripping down her thighs. Sandra showered washing her sex more than once. When she was dry and dressed she made herself a stiff drink. Thomas noted her mood when he came in that Friday evening.  

Several weeks later Sandra was feeling guilty. She longed for Thomas to make love to her. She took the afternoon off and went to the salon. She bought a new dress. She prepared a candle light dinner. Thomas was impressed but he didn't take the hint. The night was spent with him on his side of the bed. 

The event devastated Sandra. She cried herself to sleep. Saturday morning after Thomas left she put on her jogging shorts and went to Jefferson Park. She told herself it was just for a little exercise. In an hour James appeared. He saw her resting on a bench and sat beside her. She began to cry telling him how her husband no longer wants her. James comforted her then took her back to his apartment. He pampered her with a long bubble bath before he put her in his bed. 

James made love to her all morning and into the afternoon. She felt better in a way. But when she left him she stopped to purchase some disposable douches. She used all three. She disposed of the empties on the trash without thinking. Thomas saw them but didn't mention it. 

Sandra didn't like what she was doing but she masked her shame with anger that her husband of 22 years had lost all sexual desire for her. He had not touched her in over 6 months. So when she was sent to a seminar in Atlanta she felt it would do her good to spend a little time away from Thomas. Time to think of what she really wanted, she justified in her mind.

Just she and James Zackary were going from their company. It would be a large conference with people from all industries. She packed some special things and was ready to leave on Monday morning. Sandra kissed her husband good-bye and told him she wouldn't be back till Friday evening. She was driving to the airport so he wouldn't have to pick her up. 

Thomas shrugged and with a peck on her cheek told Sandra to have a good time. He turned and walked out the door without another word. That angered Sandra. Her husband was so casual about her absence for a week. But then again why not she thought; he had no need of her in bed anymore. She was bitter as she drove to her office and parked. 

There she met James and put her bag in his car. They drove to the airport together and acted more like a couple then boss and subordinate. James opened doors and carried her bag. He escorted her to the ticket counter and to the gate. They sat together in first class and enjoyed the service. By the time the plane was in the air Sandra no longer felt guilty. 

They checked in at the hotel and registered at the conference. When James escorted Sandra back to her room to get ready for the evenings 'meet and greet' dinner he went inside with her. Soon the two were kissing and James had his hands under Sandra's dress. 

He whispered in her hear, "Sandra, do you want to be a little naughty?"

Between kisses she asked how. James showed her. Leading Sandra to her bed her bent her over and stood behind her. Flipping her skirt up, he slid her panties to the side. In an instant James was inside her. 

Sandra felt a little thrill with it. She had not been taken in such a way in many a year. It made her feel young and desirable again. James took his time and told her what a naughty girl she was. How she just liked to fuck. The mind degradation added a little to her excitement. 

After James filled her with his cum, he stood her and kissed her. Looking into her yes he said, "Sandra you will not clean up and you will wear those dirty panties tonight to the party. It will be our secret."

Sandra did as James requested but had to put a wash cloth in the panties as she dressed to catch what dripped from her. She again was happy she was safe and could feel a man putting seed in her belly like Thomas did as they created their children. Then she thought of her two children. What would Carson and Megon say if they knew? Sandra decided they would never find out for this was the last time she would cheat on her marriage vow. She was determined but she would enjoy this week. 

At the party they mingled and were having a good time. Sandra was a little uncomfortable with James having his hands all over her body in public, but he assured her no one they knew was at the conference. So she enjoyed the male attention and didn't complain. 

Just before they were to leave the gathering James whispered a question. "Want to be a little naughty again?" 

Sandra had drank a little too much and smiled. "Sure why not."

James led her toward the restrooms. Just beyond was a small closet space. Looking around to make sure the coast was clear, James opened the door and they slipped in. In the dark they necked as people passed by too and fro. 

James had is cock out and brought Sandra's hand to it. Then he began to press down on her shoulders. Sandra took the hint. She was soon on her knees. She licked the tip of the only other cock that had used her in the last 22 years. It was the first time to take another man in her mouth since she had first met Thomas. But she still remembered what men liked. 

With him in her mouth she heard a couple of women's voices just outside the door. They hesitated only a moment but it was an eternity for Sandra. When they moved away James whispered, "Sandra there is no lock on this door so you best be quiet."

The thoughts of being discovered gave her mixed emotions. A thrill and some shame. But with the alcohol and the moment, Sandra went to work. More passed just outside the door as she performed. When James filled her mouth there were people outside in the hallway. All Sandra could do was swallow. 

When the coast was clear they slipped out and made their way back to the main hall. They said their good evening and headed to their rooms. In reality they spent the night in her room. That evening James was different. He was no longer loving and gentle. He wanted her and he just took her. As he used her on the bed Sandra preyed Thomas wouldn't call. How could she answer the phone with James in the room?

Her mind was thinking of an excuse, "I'm sorry Thomas, I was just having so much fun at the party. I was late getting to the room. I must not have heard the phone. I had too much to drink. You know I don't drink much."

When James had finished with her he rolled over and went to sleep. He snored! Sandra got up quietly and went to the bathroom. There she checked her cell phone and found no messages. Next she called the desk to check messages and was told she had none. Sandra was half thankful and half heartbroken she had no call or message. She was sitting on the commode peeing when the door opened. 

Sandra gasp, for James stood there naked with an erection. "There you are. I see you had the same need as me! Let get drain my lizard, then we can get back to some more fun."

When Sandra stood and flushed James stepped up and let fly. That was too much for Sandra, she had no desire to watch any man urinate. She went back to bed and prayed James would leave. 

He didn't. He climbed back in bed and without foreplay used her again. She went to sleep with silent sobs. In the night twice more Sandra was used like a common whore. And she had the stink of it too. James commented on her 'rich' smell and he pounded into her. He seemed to be excited by the rank odor of stale sex. 

Finally morning came and James left. Thankfully they had different schedules. Sandra made sure she didn't go to the lunch offered in order to avoid James. She ate at a small coffee shop across the street. She had called Whitney Carlson, and her former roommate had agreed to meet with her there and listen. That is what Sandra needed at that moment, someone to listen.

Sandra missed her afternoon session. After she had unburdened herself the two caught up on the others life and relived some of their college days. The two old friends talked for hours. Whitney was an attractive woman at 44. A tall, slender blond with blue eyes and a great figure, she could easily attract men. But Whitney preferred women. And she had no problem finding them either. Sandra knew that Whitney was bisexual when they roomed together but had no idea in the passing years she had turned exclusively to women. 

When Sandra went to the hotel she stopped at the desk. She asked for messages and found she had three. Her heart lifted till Sandra saw all three were from James. She debated calling her husband but a little stubborn streak appeared. She could hold out as long as he could she huffed. 

Sandra when to her room and bathed. She had just dressed in shorts and a top when there was a knock. She opened the door to confront an angry James Zackary. "Where you been whore!" he demanded. 

"None of your business!" Sandra screamed attracting the attention of several in the hallway. She went to slam the door but James pushed it open and stepped in. "Get out!" she yelled just before James slammed the door shut and set the privacy lock. 

James was drunk and livid. He told Sandra she was his cunt and she would be available for him to fuck anytime, anyplace, and anyway he wished. She was yelling for him to leave when he slapped her. 

Sandra screamed. James followed up with a second harder slap. Sandra tried to back away but James caught hold of her blouse and ripped it, brining part away in his clenched fist. 

Backed up against the wall Sandra screamed again. 

"Shut up cunt or I'll beat the shit out of you," James snarled. 

"Get out" Sandra demanded, "or I'll call..."

"Call who whore?" James laughed and put his hands on her shoulders. He proceeded to bounce Sandra off the wall. The next thing she remembered was his hands releasing her. When that happened she slid down the wall.

The reason James had released Sandra was the fact two hotel security agents and a uniformed cop were on him. They wasted no time subduing the drunk and angry man. Even if he had seen them burst in he wouldn't have lasted but a few seconds longer. As it was he got only one punch in before the officer's baton rapped his knee taking him to the floor face first. From there he was quickly cuffed.


Time to Think Ch. 01



Hoisted none too gently to his feet by the two hotel security men James kicked away as he cursed all in the room. When his knee came in contact with one of the men holding him, James received a retaliatory right to the chin. Stunned James came to his senses. He began to calm down and try to apologize. He wanted to talk his way out of this mess. It didn't work. 

The confrontation was witnessed by several in the hall. When James was hauled out of the room and off to jail only one bystander remained. She took a good look at James Zackary before turning and walking away.

It was past 11 when the police and hotel security left the room. The hotel manager extended his deepest regrets and offered her another room. Sandra declined and checked out. She called Whitney and went to stay with her. It was Thursday before Sandra thought of her husband. What if he had tried the hotel and found she had checked out? She devised a story about staying with Whitney because the hotel was so boring. 

Sandra called Thomas. The call went well as she explained how she had lost track of time enjoying old memories with Whitney. She even gave Thomas the number there at Whitney's so he would know she was telling the truth about where she was. 

Through the call Sandra felt there was something wrong. She asked her husband but he said it was just problems with work. As a last thought he said he was sorry for not calling her, but he had been busy preparing a surprise for her homecoming. That made Sandra feel a lot better for she feared Thomas knew more than he was telling. 

After she hung up she thought about it. Sandra rationalized that if Thomas knew he would not be able to hold his temper. Thomas was a good man but when properly provoked he would display real anger. 

When it was time to head back to St. Louis, Whitney drove her to the airport. Sandra wondered if she would have a job when she returned but felt James Zackary would prefer to forget the incident. His fine wouldn't have been that bad and he could surely have made bail. 

As the plane landed she had made up her mind. She would confess her infidelity and trust the love she and Thomas had shared through their marriage. She prayed it would be strong enough to weather this storm.

With her car at the office, Sandra would have to get a cab. She dared not call her husband. When she collected her bag she saw a man holding a sign. It had her company logo and her name. She approached the unknown man. 

"I'm Sandra Bridgeman," she said.

"Pleased to meet you Ms. Bridgeman, I'm Franklin Jacobs. I was sent to collect you. If you have all your luggage I have a car waiting," the man said with a British accent. 

Sandra tried to smile, "Collect me?" 

"Please take no offence. I was sent to meet you and bring you to the office. I understand that is where you automobile is."

"No offence taken Mr. Jacobs. I will be glad to be collected. It will save me riding in a cab."

"Very well, my I carry your bag."

The car was a limousine with chauffeur standing by the open trunk. The ride to the office as pleasant but silent. When the car pulled up to the front of the office there were three people there to great her. Jacobs took her bag and her keys to 'fetch' her automobile. 

Inside Sandra was escorted to the executive conference room. A vaguely familiar woman waited in the room. There introductions were made. The men were all from the corporate office of the holding group that owned the company where she worked. They came right to the point. 

The two names Sandra remembered were Stan Marble and Jill Thompson. Stan did all the talking. He told Sandra that Jill had witnessed the attack by James Zackary. Mr. Zackary had been terminated while he sat in a jail cell in Atlanta. His things had been removed from his office and he was under court order to never trespass on any holding of their group. 

They offered her quite a package as her compensation. She could stay and change departments. She could transfer to any of their other companies in the area with no loss of pay or seniority. She could accept a promotion to assistant in her department. It seemed Mr. Quincy had been retired shortly after Mr. Zackary. 

If she wished she could have a handsome severance package with the understanding she would always have a place of employments should she wish to return to work. All they wanted was for the situation, as they put it, to never be brought up in court.

It was a lot for Sandra to consider. She already had so much more on her mind. She asked how long she had to decide. "Take a week off or two if you wish. When you come back you can give us your thoughts," she was told.

Driving home she remembered what she had to do. But she might want to wait. Only time would tell. She was thinking of the call she had made to Thomas just before she boarded her flight. He had said he had everything ready for her return. He was anxious for her to get home. There was a hit of tension in his voice but again he said it was business. He wouldn't be home to greet her but it would be better that way. She would have a few minutes to unwind from her trip he said. 

Pulling in the drive Thomas's car was not there. Sandra got out, 'collected' her bag from the trunk and went to the door. Unlocking it she got a strange feeling. Something was wrong. Sandra debated on calling Thomas but thought it might sound silly. But still it didn't feel right. Taking her phone she dialed 911 and had her finger on the send button as she walked in. 

The house felt strange as if it had been violated in some way. Sandra wrote that off to her guilt. Going to her bedroom she threw the suit case on the bed and stripped off her clothes. At that moment she really felt vulnerable. Sandra wrapped in a robe and checked the house. It was empty but still felt strange. 

Sandra went to the bath and showered. She washed several times but still felt a little dirty between her legs. Stepping out, she dried and put on a negligee. If she had gone to the closet instead it would have been apparent what had been wrong all along. 

Heading to the kitchen she called Thomas. She heard his cell ring from somewhere down stairs. She smiled and hung up. He was down stairs waiting for her. She strolled slowly expecting her husband to pop out, but he didn't. She stepped into the kitchen to make coffee. She was preoccupied so she didn't notice the table till the sound of a cell phone came to her ear. It was a page to tell the person of a missed call. 

Sandra turned with pot of water in hand and looked at the table. There was a phone, an envelope with a letter and a large brown envelope. Her heart sank. She put the pot on the counter and went to the table. There beside the envelopes was a key. 

She sat down and looked at the phone. She picked it up and checked the call history. Not much there. It had been used sparingly in the last week. Putting it down, Sandra looked at the white envelope. She wanted to run but knew it was too late. With trembling hands she took the letter out and began to read. 

Sandra

This is my third attempt, I will try to be brief and to the point. 

If you are reading this you did make it to the house. I use this letter to inform you of our pending divorce. The manila envelope is the evidence that will be used in that proceeding. I give it to you so you can have a look at what you will face in court. I understand you put on quite a show in Atlanta. I say I understand for I have never looked at the evidence. I already knew. I have known for 6 months. I have been married to you for 22 years and I noticed the change. From that point I no longer had or have any sexual desire for you. I will not take seconds. 

I don't know who you were unfaithful with nor do I care to know. For if I knew and caught you at it, I would kill both you and him. But no whore is worth ruining my life over. My attorney says I have a good case, documented by the detective she hired. When all the papers are filed she will be in touch with you. I suggest you get an attorney, you will need one.

Just to let you know. She, I got a woman attorney that hates cheating wives, has frozen all our accounts. I got enough money to make my move before that happened. I will document it and it will be part of my half of our personal net worth. She has also helped me protect my retirement assets. Hope you have some money in your purse or your boyfriend will front you some for services rendered. 

I have taken all I desire from the house and have left my door key. I was a little surprised at the small amount of personal items I took. Would have thought it would have been more to show for 22 year, but I guess not. 

I have told the children that we had parted due to different desires. I am relocating and you wished to stay in St. Louis. I will continue to pay for my children's education. I will assume they are mine, and they have all ways called me dad. 

You can keep the house but I will want half the equity. I want only what is mine and have instructed my attorney to negotiate if possible. I do not want your dirty linen out for my friend and children to see. 

Please don't try to contact me. I am through with you and if necessary will ask for a court order. It is not I think you capable of violence; I just don't ever want to see or speak with you ever again. I never want to even be in the same room with you. 

Now I will wish you the best in your new life and occupation. Do be careful for there are some dreadful STD out there today. But as a professional I am sure you know that. 

I have said enough, I won't bother with a good-bye for I said that to you a week ago when you walked out of my life. 

Oh and one other thing, I want you to go back to your maiden name (Fulton). Than too will be part of my settlement demand. 

Thomas R Bridgeman

All Sandra could do was cry. At midnight she did the only thing she could think to do. She called Whitney. Her friend was on the first plane to St. Louis.

To be continued.



Time to Think Ch. 02



Whitney Carlson stepped off the plane in St. Louis. She was there to meet with Sandra Bridgeman, her friend and one time college roommate. Only the day before Whitney had driven Sandra to the airport in Atlanta for her flight home. Sandra had called late the evening before to tell her Thomas, Sandra's husband of 22 years, had filed for divorce and moved out. Whitney was surprised but was not shocked.

She had listened to her friend Sandra tell of how she had been unfaithful during the time she had sought refuge after an awful night at the Atlanta hotel. Sandra had been in town attending a seminar with her boss when he attacked her on Tuesday night. It was true Sandra had been having a brief affair with the man but she had determined to break it off. Her boss James didn't seem to like that much and had caused a disturbance so loud hotel security had come to investigate. The result had been James Zackary's arrest. 

Returning home Sandra was met by company officials that wished to keep the matter quiet. She was offered several options. Sandra went home not only to think of her options but to confess to her husband. When she got home she found a letter explain his feeling and actions. 

It was 1 a.m. in Atlanta when Whitney got the call explaining the situation. At 6 she was on a plane. Now she was face to face with her old friend. Whitney was not fully prepared for the woman that met her.

"Sandra you look like shit! You can't be the woman that left Atlanta just a day ago." Whitney didn't mean to be so blunt but she was shocked.

Sandra fell on Whitney's shoulders and began to cry. It took several minutes for Sandra to regain enough composure for them to leave the terminal. On the drive home Whitney listened to the story again. Sandra was really being hard on herself for being so stupid. 

Over the balance of the weekend Whitney helped Sandra sort out her position. She even helped Sandra answer calls from both her children. Sandra simply told them she and their father were having a problem but it would be worked out. Thomas was just a little angry she didn't want to move as quickly as he wished. It was a lie but Sandra couldn't bear to tell either of her children the truth. 

Monday came and Sandra, accompanied by Whitney, returned to her office. They met with Stan Marble. When he learned of the pending divorce he called in a team. They assured Sandra they wanted to help solve her problem as quickly and as quietly as they could. 

What resulted over the course of the next two months was the company hiring Sandra a team of attorneys and even arranged to purchase Sandra and Thomas's home at the market price with no closing cost. All in all with that and the severance package Sandra was more than financially prepared to start a new life.

Before the divorce was final Sandra learned from her son that Thomas was in Denver. She traced her ex-husband down and called him. Thomas was furious. He called her vial names and told her if she ever contacted him again he would send the evidence of her infidelity to both their children and all her family. Sandra was in tears when Thomas hung up. 

With a letter in hand guaranteeing re-employment Sandra stored her furniture and went to stay with Whitney. She arrived there an emotional wreck and soon began to drink. Sandra was so distraught she didn't leave Whitney's home for six months and only spoke on the phone with her daughter twice and her son once. Her rationalization was she didn't have to explain the reason she and Thomas had divorced.

Three months after moving to Atlanta Sandra took her letter of guaranteed employment to the headquarters of the company in the area. She found that in the last sixty days the companies had changed ownership and her letter was worthless. It then became apparent to Sandra why her company was so willing to appease her. The Group was in negotiations to sell off many of their holding in the US. Therefore they did not want any bad publicity.

Sandra came in that afternoon cursing Stan Marble, James Zackary, Martin Quincy, and Thomas Bridgeman as all being lying hypocrites and thieves. She stated all men weren't to be trusted and she was glad to be divorced. She was drunk when Whitney found her talking to the walls. And before the evening was over Sandra had recanted all to her roommate several times. 

Whitney had always had desired to have Sandra as a lover but had never made the move. Now with Sandra living with her and in such a low state, Whitney stayed close and offered all the comfort she could. One night after a little too much wine she and Sandra wound up in the same bed. Whitney moved to kiss Sandra good night.  The kiss was longer than Whitney expected. Soon they were necking, then making love.

The next morning Sandra realized she had crossed another line. But at that moment she didn't care. At least in Whitney's arms she felt loved. So began the affair between Sandra Fulton and Whitney Carlson. In the days to come there would be more women lovers for Sandra. But it was always as a couple with Whitney nearby and knowing. And Sandra was always the feminine of the pair. She never wore a strap-on but she felt many. And she learned how to please a female orally and was pleased by many more. 

Sandra just had one troubling problem and that was alcohol. She was a stay home 'wife' and had too much time on her hands. When she tired of soap operas she began to drink more and more. Whitney didn't like or approve, but she allowed Sandra to continue down a path toward alcoholism. Through a liquor haze the years past for Sandra. 

Thomas moved to Denver. He threw himself into his new job. It was his life for the first year. He was always looking for a way to make more money for his employer. His efforts did not go unnoticed. Thomas was soon promoted. With his new position he found there were duties he didn't prefer but they had to be done. But the benefits seemed more then worth the weight on his consciences. He was making six figures and had no problem finding attractive young female companionship.  

Within the second year Thomas was CEO of the company and personal friends with the founder Allen Jamison. That too had many benefits, such as the use of a Malibu beach house and a ski lodge in Aspen. That was another draw that helped Thomas cultivate a stable of beautiful women to date. With the promise of a weekend trip in the company jet to the beach or skiing even the most stubborn of females would crawl into his bed. 

Thomas also used the corporate jet to visit his children over the weekends. Each time he went Thomas took a new women on his arm and for his bed. Carson his son was impressed, however Megon was not nearly as receptive to his womanizing.  She wanted her father to settle to a decent woman that would be there for him in his older age. Thomas dismissed his daughter advice. 

It came time for Megon to graduate from Penn State. Thomas arranged to pick up Carson and his date on the way. Thomas watched the ceremony with a date just three years older than his daughter. Afterwards they met with Megon and all celebrated. Megon was disappointed her mother did not come to see her graduate but felt she understood. She scanned the crowd one last time before leaving with her father and brother. 

A sober Sandra was there at the ceremony. She saw Thomas, Carson and their dates. She noted Megon searching the crowd and hoped her daughter was looking for her. Sandra would later send a card to her daughter with a photo so Megon would know her mother shared the day with her. 

As her ex-husband walked away with the young girl gushing on his arm something snapped inside Sandra. She took a cab to the airport and exchanged her ticket for the next flight to Atlanta. When she got home Whitney knew something had happened but didn't press the issue. 

Over the next two weeks Sandra was quiet and kept to herself. She was not at all affectionate with Whitney and they slept in separate beds. Sandra would not talk about where she was going during the day. 

It was a Thursday night two weeks later when Whitney learned what Sandra was doing. "Whitney I want to ask a favor."

"Sure if I can, what's up?"

"Whitney if you care about me I want you to do what I ask."

Whitney was puzzled but listened.

"Whitney, Allie got me into The Green Door." Sandra let that soak in. Whitney's mouth flew open. She tried to speak but Sandra held up her hand and continued to speak. "I have listed you as my escort but if you don't wish to do it, I have listed Allie as an alternate."

"But Sandra, you don't know what goes on behind that door. I don't really know either but the stories Allie tells are enough to scare the shit out of me. You can't be serious."

"Yes I am and I have been to through whole process. I have been escorted thought all three floors and seen photos of what happens. I have had a physical and filled out the application. I have made all three mandatory counseling sessions and signed all three notarized statements. I will spend this weekend at The Green Door. I want you there with me if you'll go."

"Sandra I don't know if I can take that. I care about you and don't know if I can stand to see some of those things done to you. I'm not into D/S or BDSM like Allie."

"I know that I am asking a lot of you Whitney, but believe me it is something I must do. If you won't go with me I'll be forced to go with Allie. Either way she'll be there."

Whitney reluctantly agreed only because she cared for Sandra deeply. On Friday night they were at the club. They reintegrated the rules and responsibilities to Whitney. She had already read and studied the rules so she understood them all too well. 

When that was completed and the forms signed, Sandra stripped naked and waited. She was not as proud of her body as she had once been. Alcohol and poor nutrition had taken their toll. But she kept her chin up as a 3" blue star was inked on both shoulder blades and her ass cheeks. On her front she had a star on her forehead and one on each breast. Then a star was stamped on her belly just below her navel. Last a star was stamped on each of her thighs.  

Whitney watched then held out her hands. On the back of both the same star was imprinted. The reason for the markings on Sandra was so she could be identified no matter how she was bound or what garb she might be put in. The stars on Whitney would be identification that she was the escort of Sandra and could stop any session at any time. The problem was if a session was stopped for other than safety reasons the subject and the escort would b ejected. 

However for safety there were three medical attendants on each floor. They were easily identified by their nurse costume. They constantly moved through the mayhem and would stop any unsafe act. In that case the perpetrator of the act was ejected.  

Soon they were in the dressing room. Allie walked in smiling. She used leather cuffs on Sandra's wrists and ankles. She used a short chain between Sandra's ankles and then locked her writs together behind her captives back. A collar and leash were added before Allie was ready to lead Sandra out for her first two hour session. The schedule was two hours sessions with an hour rest for the next 48 hours. 

The club filmed all the action for security and for sale on the internet. Those sales were where the club made most of their money. Only later would Sandra learn just how well her tapes sold. She was pleased that most of the shorts had poor or no facial recognition. Sandra never wished anyone she knew to see or recognize her but she had accepted that risk. 

Allie embraced Sandra and kissed her. "Bitch I have been thinking about this for two weeks. I'm going to enjoy breaking you and making you beg me to stop. I want to send you out of here in the first two hours crying like a baby. It is not that I have anything against you, it is just my personality."

Sandra looked Allie in the eye then spit. The spittle showered Allie's face.  Sandra replied, "You ain't got that much in your panties you dike!" 

The response from Allie was a slap to Sandra's face. "You'll regret that you whore."

"I might be a whore but not for the likes of you, you wanker!"

Allie laughed, "This is going to be fun."

So began Sandra's stent at The Green Door Club.  In the next two days she was caned, whipped and flogged on almost every part of her body. She as used in every way sexual but many women. She was covered with candle wax and hung by her wrists. She had suction cups used on her and one sadistic women injected saline in her pussy lips to a point they looked deformed. She was bound in every way imaginable and pricked with needles. She had expandable plugs place in her and pumped to the max. 

On another session three women ganged up on the bound Sandra and 'raped' her repeatedly for the entire session. At one time all three were penetrating their victim as they belittled her. Another wicked and sadistic woman used jalapeno peppers in Sandra lower holes. More than once Whitney called to have a 'nurse' check her friends condition. And each time to her dismay the 'nurse' spoke with Sandra then allowed the scene to continue. 

Whitney was disgusted with all she witnessed. She couldn't fathom how anyone would enjoy inducing pain on another and even more baffled as to why one would wish to have such acts inflicted upon them. Whitney did get some insight when she spoke to "Nurse Vickie'. The woman had come in to check on Sandra as she rested between sessions. 

"Why? How can anyone get any pleasure here?" Whitney asked of the nurse.

The woman smiled. "I can understand your concern. I only wish I had the answer. I'm a medical doctor by profession but have an interest in psychology. I got interested when my...a close friend was involved and wound up injuring their partner. It cost my friend some time in jail. So I volunteer here as my way of trying and ensure that won't happen to some other pair they get carried away. I live in another city but I still do all I can to disguise myself."

"You volunteer? You have no interest in this...this perversion?"

"I guess it is a perversion to some. To others it's a need to be filled. It might interest you to know there are many different types of women here. Some are powerful and influential. Some are soccer moms and house wives. Some are educated and others unskilled. I mean no disrespect to a waitress but to me she is unskilled."

"Why? How can they be so cruel? What pleasure is there in pain?" Whitney asked.

"Depends, there is pleasure for some in inflicting pain. Perhaps they were hurt and want to get even. Maybe they want to wield power over another. Maybe she wants to punch a woman in proxy for stealing her lover. While others want the pain and humiliation to pay for some guilt they carry. Some women here have been on both sides. I understand we have a professional dominatrix that subjects herself to abuse to better do her job. So there is no one reason for a woman to visit."

"But it seems so wrong to me. And to see the look on some of the women is astounding. They are really getting off to hurting another."

Nurse Vickie leaned in and kissed Whitney. It surprised her but not as much as when Vickie began to feel her up and then finger her. When Vickie pulled back she looked Whitney in the eye. "You know some would say that what I just did to you was perverted. But you seemed to enjoy. I would like to know you better but I will not. I can't mix this side of my life with my straight laced professional medical image. It just wouldn't go over with my patients.  But know I would if I could."

With that Nurse Vickie left Whitey to watch over Sandra as she got her needed rest. It didn't answer all of Whitney's questions but it did give her something to take her mind off the things that were happening around her. She would look at a woman, either aggressor or submissive, and speculate that woman's life beyond this club. The women in masks intrigued Whitey the most. She could imagine them a news anchor, or politician. How many were mothers with children at home? How many have played both parts? The distraction helped Whitney keep her mind off pulling Sandra out of the madness.  

Then it was finally over. A tired and marked Sandra Fulton had completed the full ordeal. When Allie brought her back into the dressing room Whitney kissed her antagonist and thanked her. Allie was pleased and commented it was she that should thank Sandra. Through her ordeal had Sandra screamed and cried but she never broke. Sandra was content with that and Allie surprised. 

Whitney and Allie took Sandra home and put her to bed. The poor women slept for three days. When Sandra got up she was happy and in good spirits. She waited a week to get over all the pain and let the ink fade from her body. Two weeks after her ordeal Sandra got up on Monday morning. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a morning drink. She drained the glass then placed the bottle on the shelf. 

After a shower Sandra dressed. Whitney asked what was up. "I'm going out to find a job," Sandra replied. So she did but it was two weeks later. All she could get was a receptionist position that paid $8.65 per hour. But for Sandra it was the start of a new life. 

After a month on the job Sandra was sitting at the front desk searching job leads she had printed off. As she worked a man approached. He looked over the desk top and asked what she was doing. Sandra looked up at him and smiled. "I'm looking for a job."

He responded sharply, "You seem to have a job!"

"Yes I do, but I am over qualified for this and am looking for a better position."

"Why did you take employment here if you are so qualified?" he demanded. 

"It is a job and I need to be employed," she said still smiling. 

Just then the phone rang. She asked if he would wait a minute as she took three calls. Looking up when she was finished ask the gentleman name. 

"I'm George Harris!" he said as if it should mean something to Sandra. 

"Mr. Harris I do believe I have directed several call to your office. I am glad to meet you."

"If it is not too personal may I ask your true qualifications?" he asked in a sarcastic tone.

"I am better suited to accounting, cost accounting is my strong suite really Mr. Harris." Sandra said with a smile. If she was to be terminate it wouldn't be for insubordination. 

The man was not impressed. He pointed out she was using his company time to seek other employment. He then storm away. Sandra realized she would soon be unemployed. 

George Harris was a short man in his early 60's. He had always had the Napoleonic Syndrome, seeking power to compensate for his short stature. He was not an unfair man but he was strict. He fought the impulse to terminate the woman on the spot and went to his office. Being the head of Human Resources he knew the company was in dire need of a cost accountant. He smiled to himself. He would show this woman a thing or two. 

Ten minutes later Sandra saw her supervisor approaching. Betty Ramsey was head of the clerical department. Behind Betty was a younger woman named Liz. Sandra saw the hand writing on the wall. She began to collect her few personal thing as the two approached. 

"Miss Fulton I understand you have been using our time for personal matters. I have been informed to send you to HR.  I think you had best take everything you wish, for I don't think you will be coming back."

Sandra forced a smile, "Yes ma'am. I do wish to say that working here has been a pleasure."

Betty took that as a sarcastic remark. "I guess you can say that since you didn't do much work for the company, spending you day looking for another job. I dare say tomorrow you will have the full day to seek employment."

Without further words Betty took Sandra to the office of no other than George Harris. In less than 10 minutes Sandra was again facing Mr. Harris.  He wasted no time. "Young lady you say you are a cost accountant. Well we have need of just such experience it seems. I have something I want you to look at if you will." Without waiting he handed her some accounting sheet.




Time to Think Ch. 02



Sandra looked at them for 5 minutes then shrugged and handed them back. George Harris smiled. This woman obviously had no experience in accounting. "So you have no comments?"

Sandra was puzzled and her face showed it. "Comments? You mean that is a real set of numbers from one of your divisions? I thought it was from a text book on what not to do. I mean I thought it just an academic exercise."

The woman sounded sincere but George Harris was cautious. "Would you like to look again and show me your suggestions?"

Sandra's eyes lit up. "Yes sir, Mr. Harris I would love to do just that."

For 20 minutes they sat at his conference table as Sandra explained all that could be changed to improve the operation. He was impressed and smiled as she left his office. Every once in a while he got lucky and would find a good employee in an unlikely place. When Sandra was gone he compared her work with that he had contracted an independent firm to produce. She had given just about the same advice in half an hour, without the aid of the full audit, that Harris had paid dearly for. 

Pulling up her application he called her previous employer in St. Louis. He was disheartened to find they had no record of a Miss Sandra Fulton. George called Sandra back to his office. "It seems your previous employer has no record of you Miss Fulton. 

Sandra was stunned the remembered she would have been Sandra Bridgeman to them. She explained. George Harris made the second call with Sandra in the room. He got a glowing recommendation when given the correct name. With that settled George Harris asked Sandra to wait in his outer office. 

Les Morris was waiting in the outer office and was ushered in when Sandra stepped out. George Harris got right to the point. He handed the two reports to the Chief Accountant. "What do you think of this?"

Les looked at the papers then told George he would need a while to evaluate them. George was angered. He explain the woman he had just interviewed had given him the identical information the company had paid $20.000.00 for from an outside source. And she did it in 10 minutes and without an audit. It was a fluke or Sandra Fulton had talents the company could surely use. Les Morris left the office of George Harris with the knowledge Sandra Fulton would be hired. He was also instructed to load her with work and check it closely. It was trickery George Harris wanted to know quickly. 

Sandra was called back into see Mr. Harris.  "Miss Fulton I wish to offer you a position as Junior Cost Analyst. The starting salary will be $65.000.00 per year with the usual benefits."

Sandra was stunned. She was going from $8.65 an hour to $65.000.00. Her shock showed on her face. George Harris saw it and in his haste misread Sandra's reaction. "Miss Fulton you drive a hard bargain I can go to $75,000.00 but I assure you that you will earn every penny of your salary."

Sandra didn't know what to do except say 'thank you'. She then asked if she could go to the ladies room. In all the tension of thinking she was about to be unemployed, then offer an outstanding position she was in need. Mr. Harris was most understanding and instructed his secretary to escort Sandra to the executive ladies room. Sandra would have been more impressed if she hadn't been in such dire need. After she has relieved her bladder she squealed with joy. She then hoped no one heard her outburst.  

A few minutes later Sandra was back in the lobby. Her old supervisor was near the receptionist aiding her in assuming the duties. She looked up at Sandra, "I see you are about ready to leave?"

As Betty finished her sentence the saw George Harris walk into the lobby. She smirked thinking he was about to give Sandra a pink slip and her final check. She was surprised when George Harris informed her Sandra was their new Junior Cost Analyst. She would be taking Rodger Norton's old desk and extension. He then led her to her new office space. 

Whitney had watched the change in her roommate and lover. She realized with a little sorrow Sandra was moving away from her. They still slept together on occasion but their lovemaking was dwindling aseach encounter was farther apart. 

The next day Sandra was moved in and taking on a full work load. George Harris watched Sandra closely. He was to be very please he had found her reading want ads that day. In three months Sandra was promoted to Senior Cost Analyst. She got a raise and a key to the executive ladies room. 

The same week Sandra was promoted Megon Bridgeman became Mrs. William Kent. It was a small ceremony for their engagement had been short. Thomas Bridgeman gave the bride away and paid for the wedding. He had a different young woman with him as was the norm any time Megon saw her dad. Megon was saddened because she had been forbid to invite her mother to the ceremony by Thomas. For that reason she didn't tell her mother. 

Three months after the wedding it became obvious why the couple had married so quickly. Megon had made excuses when her father offered to visit or have them accompany him on one of his weekends. She knew she would have to face him and her mother someday soon but she was putting that off as long as possible. Therefore neither Thomas nor Sandra knew they would be grandparents within two months. 

It was a Monday that Thomas Bridgeman reported to the company doctor for his yearly physical. He thought nothing of it and was told that day his blood pressure was still a little high but not a serious problem. The blood work came back on Wednesday and all looked good according to the report. Friday was when the surprise came. 

When Thomas reported to work on Friday morning Allen Jamison was in his office. "What brings you to the office at this time of day Allen?" Thomas quizzed his boss and friend.

"Well to tell you the truth I came here to ask a favor," Allen said.

"Shoot, what you need?"

"Well you know that office we have in Spokane?" 

"Sure Allen, you mean the dump."

"That's the one. But that's the problem. There is a market there in the Northwest that has never been developed. I think we have neglected it long enough."

"You're kidding, right? I can't see any market for us there. The only reason we keep it is to dump off people we don't need. When they get there they are faced with starvation on commission alone. They up and leave us. And such a pity too." Thomas laughed. As he looked at Allen he realized his boss was not kidding. 

"Thomas I know what we've done, but there is reason to believe we can develop a good base in a year or so if we get the right man to run the operation. We have just about maxed out in all our other markets."

"Allen we haven't begun to tap the foreign markets yet. And with them we can unload our out of date and obsolete technology."

I know that Thomas but we are getting a hassle with our export license. Could take a year to get."

"Allen I can go to Washington and get the license next week. What gives? Who you want to get rid of now?"

"Thomas, that's what I mean. Everyone knows that is the only reason we set up the office and pay the rent. I think to keep possible lawsuits down we need to make a real effort to get it up and running even if it just breaks even."

"Ok you're the boss, what poor sucker you want me to send?"

"That's not the right attitude. I want the best man we have on this project. Someone who can make things happen. One with energy and drive." Allen Jamison just looked at Thomas.

"Oh wait a minute Allen. You're not thinking of me are you? If you want to be rid of me just say the word."

"No Thomas that's not my motive. I just want the place to have the leadership needed."

Thomas knew something was brewing so be began to play along. But he smelled a rat and was determined to get to the bottom of it. When Allen wanted Thomas to start in Spokane Monday week the realization he was on his way out fell upon him. 

"Well if that is what you want I've a lot to do. I'll take today off and get my personal things in order," Thomas offered.

"You do that Thomas and I'm glad you realize I really do want to develop a market in the Northwest."

On his way out his secretary asked him a quick question before she went back to her desk. "How was your physical?" she had said but didn't wait for a reply. On a hunch Thomas went to his personal doctor. He wanted the works as he put it and demanded the results before Monday. 

Late Saturday Thomas got a call. He headed to the hospital. There they ran an ultra sound. Checking the results they did an MRI. An hour later Thomas had a probable diagnosis, it was advanced lymphoma. The doctor told Thomas that if he had waited two or three more months there would have been no hope. 

To be continued



Time to Think Ch. 03



Late into the night Thomas lay awake. He thought about the last 6 years of his life. They had been spent with little real personal pleasure. What did he have to show for his time? A string of ex-girlfriends, some the age if his daughter. He had no real friends and no personal passion in his life. How he envied men who lived to hunt or fish. Or those that loved to ski or surf seemed so alive when they were able to do what they loved. Even the men who followed sports had something to look forward to and enjoy. Suddenly Thomas Bridgeman felt all alone. 

But it was a feeling he had known since he realized his wife was having an affair. On the day it was proven he felt a little of his heart die. Up until the moment he learned he had cancer he could deal with it. He worked and made money. He found women to bed. He looked for the next challenge. But now that was gone. Not only was he losing his job but it was in such a villainous. The company, no Allen Jamison, wanted Thomas in an isolated area and busy as the cancer ate him alive. That way Allen could pick up his shares of stock cheaply after his death. It was then he recognized the character of the man he worked for. The man who had grown richer by Thomas's efforts. A man that cared only for money. 

Thomas began to think of Sandra as he slipped into the twilight of slumber. For a moment he saw her in the times before...while they were still in love. The visions of their children being born came into his minds eyes. And watching them grow warmed his spirits. Yes if he could go to sleep and awaken 10 years in the past this nightmare would be just that.

Sunday morning Thomas made a call. An hour later he was sitting in the home of Daniel Archer. Archer was a raider that had cast an eye toward Allan's holdings but had been unsuccessful in efforts. He was ruthless, but a man of his word. He was curious as to why Thomas Bridgeman was calling. The two men sat in his den drinking coffee discussing the reason for the visit. 

"Mr. Archer I have a proposition for you. I want to sell you my stock in Jamison Holdings."

"Why would you want to do that? As soon as Allan Jamison hears about it you'll be fired."

"That won't be a problem Mr. Archer. I intend to resign next week. I'm only stalling for time. If you will allow me I will explain why I am here." Daniel Archer nodded; Thomas continued. "I can get my hands on several blocks of stock in Jamison Holding. If you make a swift offer for the common stock that will be available next Wednesday you can hold over 40% ownership. With that leverage you will be on the board. From there it will be up to you, because I'll be gone."

"Gone? Where are you going?" 

Thomas thought a moment. It would be best to tell the truth. "I'll be gone from Jamison Holding and maybe gone from this world." He let that soak in. 

"What you got?"

"They tell me advance lymphoma. If I had waited another 2 months it would have been too late. As of now I got about a 40% chance of making it. But I'll be out of it for the next six months with treatment. By then we'll know if I going to make it."

"Son this isn't a line of bullshit is it?" Daniel Archer was a direct man.

"Have you ever known me to lie?" Thomas looked Archer in the eye. 

Archer was a gambler. So he took Thomas on face value. He would front the money to purchase the personal blocks and be ready to snatch all common stock that was offered the following Wednesday. By then Thomas had made all the arrangements on his end. At noon Wednesday by a touch of a key on his computer Thomas completed all the ransactions. 

Daniel Archer found that Thomas had been wrong about the amount of stock made public by Allan Jamison Holdings. It was much larger that had been indicated. By the 6 p.m. on Wednesday evening Daniel Archer controlled 51.2% of Allen Jamison Holding. 

Late Wednesday night Archer called Thomas, "My boy you did a smashing job. I'm giving you a $100,000.00 bonus. And when you get well you come see me."

"Why so generous Mr. Archer?" Thomas asked. 

Daniel Archer laughed, "Hell Thomas you earned it. I been trying to get the goods on Jamison for over 5 years and you pulled it off in less than a week. To be truthful I just don't want you as an enemy."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant that way my boy. Now you gonna be in the office tomorrow morning?"

"Sure, I'm going in to resign."

"Good, think I'll be there too. I want to personally tell Jamison he works for me now!"

When Allan came in that morning he found Daniel Archer in Thomas's office. Thomas smiled and offered his resignation. "I guess you were gambling on getting my shares when I died Allan. You shouldn't have gambled if you couldn't afford to lose. I knew there was something up when you wanted to send me to Spokane. You used the same sales pitch I used on Jordan. Not only that but you are such a poor liar. Now I'll leave you to get acquainted with your new boss." Thursday was not a pretty day at Allan Jamison Holding. 

Two weeks later Thomas started chemo treatment. He called and asked Megon to come stay with him for a couple of weeks till he got his affairs in order. Megon hesitated but relented. When she arrived Thomas learned he was to be a grandfather. Megon cried and begged him not to be mad. She was too ashamed to tell her dad she was pregnant at her wedding. 

Thomas held her and said it was ok. He put his hand on her stomach. Looking at her he said her's might be the only grandchild he got to see. That thought made Megon cry even harder. 

Megon stayed two weeks then returned home. Thomas was getting chemo in the hospital and would spend the night. That served to allow him to drive himself to and from his treatments. Thomas had always been independent. Now he realized he would need someone to stay with him when the later treatments started. He tried all of his former 'girlfriends' and found when he mentioned cancer they hung up. At least he was not short of money and he had full hospital coverage. Daniel Archer had seen to that as part of Thomas's severance package. But he was alone. 

Megon came back one last time as Thomas was admitted for a 6 week hospital stay. He would receive chemo, radiation and a bone marrow transplant. It would be a grueling regiment and one that would require 24/7 care. On Friday morning Megon kissed her dad good-bye and headed home. Her doctor said she couldn't fly again until after the baby was born. Thomas was left all in the care of the hospital nurses. 

It was Friday for Sandra. Her first Friday as Chief Cost Analyst. She had replaced the retiring Less Morris. She was in her office at noon when she got the call. It was Megon. 

"Mother this is Megon I hope it is ok that I called you at work. I know I haven't been in contact with you like I should." 

"Megon I knew it was you. You're the only female that can call me mother. And you can call me anytime you wish. How are you doing?"

"Mother I have something to tell you." Megon said as she began to cry.

"What's the matter? Are you alright?" 

"Yes mother, but I'm just so ashamed of myself right now. I want you to know I'm sorry."

"Why, what have you to be sorry about?" Sandra was becoming concerned. 

"Mother I'm married. I have been married over 5 months. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I'm sorry I didn't invite you to the wedding. But it was...it was not well planned."

Sandra was a little hurt but she hid it. What her main concern at the moment was the cause of her daughter's despair. "That's alright but why are you so upset now?"

"Mother I had to get married. The baby is due in a month. I so sorry I let you down. I mean I should have waited. We intended to but I mean we didn't intend to...for me to get pregnant, but I did."

"Are you upset because you will make me a grandmother? I am too young you know?" Sandra tired to joke. In truth she was not at all displeased with the prospect of her daughter giving birth. And she was married to the child's father so it sounded. "Megon I'm not upset or in the least bit disappointed. Now you stop crying. There is no need of you being upset any longer."

Megon continued to cry. 

"What's wrong? Is it the baby?" Sandra was getting a little frantic. 

Megon cleared her throat and assured her mother that was not the problem. "I have some more news mother. I just wanted you to know I'm in Denver about to board a flight home. I've been here with dad. He is in the hospital. Oh mother dad has cancer and might not have long to live."

Those words caused a wave of nausea to flood over Sandra. Thomas had cancer. A man that had always been strong and healthy, now was infected with the dreaded cancer disease. She fought to stay calm. She wanted to reassure Megon. "Where is your father now?"

"Mother he is at Denver General on the 6th floor in the cancer ward."

"I'm sure they are just preparing you for the very worst. Your father is strong and healthy. He'll make it through this just fine. He'll be around long enough to spoil his grandchild and all his grandchildren."

"Oh mother, he is all alone. He has no one to care for him. I want to stay but I have to get home to Bill and for the baby."

It occurred to Sandra she didn't even know her sons name. "And who are you now Megon?" 

That stumped the emotional girl. 

"What I mean Megon what is your married name?"

"Oh I'm sorry mother, I'm Mrs. Bill...William Spencer.:"

"Well Mrs. William Spencer you go home to your husband and look after my grandchild. I'll make sure your father is cared for."

"Mother I don't know if that will work. You see I didn't invite you to the wedding because dad said if you came he couldn't stay. He paid for it all and I..."

"That is no matter right now Mrs. Spencer. You go home and take care of your husband that baby. I'll handle your father."

The call was over. Sandra stood and looked at her office. She had worked hard to get her position. She had just gotten use to her new life. Atlanta was now home. She had Whitney as a lover and friend. It just wasn't fair. Why did Megon have to call!

That Friday evening Sandra was as much an emotional wreck as when she had fist come to Whitney after Thomas had left her. Sandra poured a drink but couldn't manage to get it past her lips. Her mood swung between anger and hysteria. All Whitney could do was listen to her friend and offer what comfort she could. Finally at 11 that night an exhausted Sandra took to her bed. She and Whitney had stopped sleeping together several months earlier. 

The next morning Whitney went to check on Sandra and found an unmade bed and a note. "Gone to Denver. Will call" was all it said. Whitney tried Sandra's cell phone and got voice mail. She debated on calling the police but she realized Sandra was most probably already out of the state. All she could do was wait.

At 2 in the afternoon Whitney was waiting by the phone. A tired sounding Sandra told her she was in Kansas City and was stopping to rest. Whitney was relieved. She listened as Sandra explained she just had to tell Thomas how sorry she was for what she had done. And she had to do it in person. 

Whitney was a little angry but happy to hear Sandra was in Denver by 10 that evening. It meant that Sandra had not stopped but had driven straight through. Whitney realized that Sandra had driven alone for over 20 hours. Sandra gave Whitney the name and number of her hotel before she hung up. Whitney did verify that her friend was in fact there. With that she went to bed. 

Sunday morning Sandra was at the hospital. She found Thomas's room and went to the door. She looked in. He was sedated and had a multitude of tubes running from his body. She checked with the nurses and found there was a danger of infection due to his low immunity. Each time Sandra checked on Thomas she stood the door and wore a mask. 

On Monday she called in to tell her employer where she was. They were understanding and asked when she would return. She said she would call in the next day with an answer. 

Thomas was floating in twilight of semi-consciousness. That was good for him, for he was a proud man. It was best he was not fully aware of the nurses helping him on and off a bed pan, or giving him a sponge bath. He was aware of the nurses and on several times noticed a masked woman standing in the door seeming to be observing. The few times he got his vision and saw her clearly he felt her knew her for somewhere. It was her eyes that held him. But the woman wouldn't allow him a long look before she would turn away. In his clouded mind Thomas figured it was the head nurse checking on one of the patients in her care. 

The weeks past slowly for both Thomas, under medication, and Sandra watching his ordeal. She had called in to tender her resignation. George Harris was not happy and threatened to never allow her to return. He finally told her to come back when she could. 

Thomas was getting stronger by the firth week and thinking of going back to his condo. He knew he would need nursing care. With no-one available he was contemplating hiring a home nursing service. Even if insurance wouldn't pay he could afford it. To date the only calls he had receive were from his daughter Megon and one call from Daniel Archer. Archer made sure all his bills were being met by his insurance and to tell Thomas to come see him when he was well. 

Thomas was now able to sit up and take his meals, but even better he could go to the bathroom with minimal assistance. On more than one occasion Thomas saw the woman at his door. She still wore a mask after his nurses had abandoned the practice. Each time he tried to get a good look at her she would turn and walk from his sight allowing only a short glimpse. 

The day before he was to be discharged Thomas interviewed three nursing services. When the last had left he was trying to decide which one to choose. His thoughts were interrupted by an attractive blond woman. She walked up to his bedside and looked down at him. After a moment she spoke. 

"My name is Whitney Carlson. I am here representing a client that would like to nurse you back to health." Looking at Thomas she realized he didn't recognize her name. With a little anger she added, "And I don't know why."

That riled Thomas a little but he had been stranded in the room alone far too long. He would tolerate the visitor just a little longer. "I would say you don't make many sales with that type of presentation."

Whitney let it pass. "My friend is about your age and what she lacks in professional training she will make up for in tender loving care. She is well educated and honest. She will be faithful till the end."

"To the end? Till I die you mean?"

"Yes till you die, no matter when in the future that might be."

"Are you peddling a nurse or a Golden Retriever?"

"You son of a bitch! She is no dog!" With that Whitney went to the door and closed it. "Thomas all the nurses know what you are but there's no need to spill your dirty laundry for the other patients and visitors."

"Wow lady,...maybe you just need to move on. I don't need any of this."

"What the truth is you don't deserve any of this Thomas Wayne Bridgeman!"

It had been a long since anyone called him by his full name. One was his mother and the other is ex-wife and when either used all three of his names he was in trouble. Thomas let that pass and responded. "You are right I don't deserve your abuse any more than I deserved to have cancer."

"You're correct about all of that and you don't deserve to have someone that loves you as much as she does in spite of all you have done to her!"

"Who the hell you talking about?" Thomas was thinking about one of his many girlfriends. 

"Sandra...Sandra Fulton you asshole!"

"Sandra! What I did to her? She was the one...she whored herself. She fucked around on me! I never broke our vow, but she did!"

Whitney looked at Thomas, "Yes Mr. Bridgeman that is true, she did have an affair. She was wrong. She knew it. She spent three days with me wallowing in her shame. Sandra had broken off the affair and was coming back to you to confess and beg for your forgiveness. You weren't there. You...you pompous asshole wouldn't even allow her that. No you just walked out one the woman you had shared 22 years of your life with. You wouldn't face her."

"Look you bitch this is none of your business. Who the hell are you anyway? And why are you here? I can ring for the nurse and have you removed."

Whitney smiled, "Go ahead. Bet you won't get a quick response from any on station now!"

"It's my business because I love Sandra like a sister. More than you love anyone. You are one hell of a man. You wouldn't even let your daughter invite her mother to her wedding. And how did you feel when found your daughter was going to give you a grandchild? She feared telling you because it is obvious she was pregnant then she got married. Why do you think she hesitated? Well in case you haven't figured it out I'll tell you. She was afraid. Afraid you would push her out of your life like you did her mother because of her...her love of the man she married. Because she might bring shame to the great name of Bridgeman. That's why you didn't know till she showed up here to check on you and help you. She was afraid but she came. She loves her father even though she fears his rejection. And news flash, she loves her mother too. She called her mother to tell her you were in the hospital. She confessed the fact she was married and pregnant. Do you know how Sandra too it? She was upset...upset you were in the hospital. That was all that upset her. She is proud of Megon and Carson...and loves them both deeply. More than I can say for you!"

"Where do you think you get the authority to judge me? It was Sandra that started all this when she fucked another man or men for all I know!" Thomas shouted.

"Oh you are a sterling example of sexual morality. How many women you bedded? And where are they now? Who's here? Who cares enough about you to leave her job and drive to Denver? You have female 'friends' here in town that haven't made the effort to drive a few blocks. I understand one of your women was a girl your daughter's age. Yes Mr. Bridgeman you are a fine example of manhood!"

"Why are you here?" he demanded.

"Because I care about Sandra and for no other reason! I would rather kiss a frog's ass than to be here. I know I'm wasting my time and my breath."

"She cheated not me!"

"Thomas Bridgeman you will never know the price Sandra has paid for that indiscretion. And I won't waste the time to tell you. She was just getting back to a real life when she learned of your cancer. She had quit drinking and had a real job. She was getting her figure back. Now that has been set back by you! She hasn't eaten right and only slept in a hotel bed 6 days since she got here. She spends every waking minute by your door, sometimes 6 days straight. Thanks god the nurses look after her. Right now Sandra is sleeping on the cot in the nurse's lounge. I talked one of them into giving her a sedative. When she wakes she will come in and ask for your forgiveness before she leaves. And you had better act like you forgive Sandra or I'll come in here, rip your balls off and feed them too you."

"Really!"then Thomas laughed. It was a private joke with himself. He had never wanted a vasectomy for fear of looking his manhood. He was happy when Sandra chose to have her tubes tied. Now he thought begrudgingly how wonderful it would be to die with is balls intact.

Whitney was livid for she thought Thomas was making light of her threat. She was beginning to think of the action rather than just figuratively.

"What Sandra did was unforgivable!" Thomas whispered.

Whitney looked at him with boring eyes. "You have done something unforgiveable to someone. And you, if you're really honest, would do anything to go back and change that!"




Time to Think Ch. 03



"What makes you so sure!" he demanded.

"Because you're human! You are human aren't you Mr. Bridgeman? Now I have taken enough of your precious time." Whitney turned and walked out of the room. Outside she saw several nurses that had evidently heard the exchange. None commented they just turned back to their duties. 

Thomas Wayne Bridgeman was left with time to think. He looked up that the ceiling. Who was this woman to judge him? He was not guilty of infidelity. He had not sought sex from another. He had not betrayed his marriage. 

But her words began to haunt him. Yes he was not guilty of adultery but he did have some things he would change if he could. He had fired Ron Martin when they learned his 4 yo daughter would need heart surgery. The company was 50% self-insured and the bill could have run into the millions. As it was the child died 5 days after Ron was terminated, never becoming strong enough for the first operation. 

Thomas tried to tell himself it would have made no difference. Most of the time he could convince himself of that, but not that day.

And another incident that came to mind. A young man employed by a competitor had contacted him asking for a job. He offered several inside tips in exchange of a position with Allen Jamison Holding. Thomas listened and promised. The tips were very profitable. When the man, Paul Adams quit and came expecting to be hired, Thomas told him there was no place for him in their company. He explained to the young Adams that if he would sell out one employer, he would sell out the next. 

Thomas rationalized that he had not initiated the situation and if he had not taken the man's tips another would have. He even justified himself by saying he taught the man a valuable lesson on life and business. Now however the money he made had much less value. 

Another memory to flood Thomas's mind was of Mason Roads. He had been with Allan Jamison from the start. He was a loyal employee that had always been underpaid. But he did have stock and was nearing retirement. He and Jamison found a way to shame the man into quitting. When Mason left in disgrace he and Allen had divided his stock and it saved a chunk of money in full retirement benefits. 

Thomas wondered what had ever become of Mason Roads. He suddenly felt a heavy burden of guilt for what he had done. 

Finally his mind turned to Phil Dorn. He was devastated when his wife of many years left him for another man. Phil's sales dropped and he began to drink. He and Allan had hatched the plan to send him to Spokane. Thomas had uses the same words on Phil that Allan used with him. Tomas must have been a better salesman than Allan for Phil bought it. That fact didn't make Thomas feel any better at the moment. 

Yes Thomas Wayne Bridgeman had a lot of time to think on that day. He was alone. When he rang for a glass of ice water it was 30 minutes in coming. That only added to his shame and humiliation.

Sandra woke from her nap feeling physically rested but mentally exhausted. She knew she had to go and see Thomas. It would be her last chance. He was being discharged that afternoon. 

Thomas was anxious too. He wanted to get away. He had rung the nurse several times but had found his discharge papers hadn't been sent up yet. Then it happened. The door opened and Sandra stood there.

Thomas looked at her. It was the first time she had been in his sight without a mask. She had changed; a few more lines on her face and she had lost weight. He didn't know what to say.

"May I come in?" she asked with a breaking voice.

"Sure, come on in. I understand you have been here for a while. You need not to ask."

Sandra looked at her ex-husband. "I just didn't want...you told me once you never wanted to be in the same room with me," she explained with tears in her eyes.

"We sometimes say things we regret. You are more than free and welcome to come in."

"I just want to say I'm sorry. I have wanted to tell you for so long."

Thomas looked at Sandra. "Let's not talk about that. How have you been?"

"Oh I guess ok, got use to Atlanta. That's home now. And I guess you know we will be grandparent soon enough."

Thomas looked a little sad. "Sandra I'm sorry that you were at Megon's wedding."

Sandra smiled a little, "I agree, let's not talk about the past."

When the nurse came in with his discharge papers Thomas looked at Sandra, "Could I ask a favor?"

"Sure," was all she said.

"Would you drive me home? I don't have a home nurse set up yet because I didn't know when I was going to be released."

Sandra looked at her watch. "I've got time to do that."

She left to get her car. Whitney came in. "Thomas Wayne Bridgeman, if you hurt Sandra in any way I will do exactly as I threatened. I'll be at the hotel here in town and I will come after you." Without another word she left the room. The attending nurse acted as if she had heard nothing. 

Whitney was absent when Thomas was wheeled down to leave. Sandra was parked with her passenger door open and waiting. They helped him in then loaded his things in the back seat. 

The drive to his home was almost silent. Neither knew what to say. Getting him into his condo Sandra made him comfortable on the couch and went out to pick up a meal. They ate and made awkward small talk. Then it was time to go to bed that evening. Thomas wanted to sleep in just his underwear, he complained he had spent too my days in a hospital gown. 

When he was in bed he asked if Sandra would spend the night. She smiled and said it was too late to head home to Atlanta so she would stay. She had already brought in her bag to wash some clothing. They were in the dryer at that moment. 

She smiled and asked if he needed anything before she started to the guest room. "I am feeling a little queasy, would you stay close?"

Sandra smiled and retrieved her bed clothing. She went into the bathroom and dressed for bed. In her gown then she opened the door to let a little fresh air. Thomas watched her reflection in the mirror as she prepared for bed. He could almost predict the actions. First the washed her face with soap, then rinsed with warm water. Her next act was brushing her teeth rinsing her mouth twice. The third thing in Sandra's routine was to put cream on her forehead, under each eye and then on her cheeks. She worked it in and wiped off any excess. The last thing she did was brush her hair. 

Thomas watched every action of his ex-wife with a feeling of sadness and familiarity. She come from the bath and asked how he was feeling. Thomas smiled and said a little better. 

"I'll be in the guest room if you need me," Sandra smiled. 

"Could you stay here, in this room? I might need you in the night."

Sandra put on a smile and turned off the overhead light. In the light of the bedside lamp Thomas watched as Sandra took off robe and placed it on the foot of the bed on her side. That brought back another memory for him. He had always wondered how she could put her robe there and manage not to kick if off in the night. 

Sandra sat on the edge of the bed and turned off the lamp. She slid into bed. Thomas reached across the bed and searched out her hand. After a minute she whispered, "Carson will be in to see you next weekend. Tell him I'm sorry I haven't got to see him in a while."

"When did you last see our son Sandra?" Thomas asked.

"It was before we separated, and I have only gotten to talk to him three times. Carson is busy right now." Sandra defended her son.

Thomas sighed and responded, "I see my son has more of my faults than I would prefer."

"Thomas I just want to tell you how sorry I am. I was so foolish. I shouldn't have done what I did. I loved you and didn't mean to hurt you."

"Sandra what you did was unforgivable."

Sandra didn't know what to say to that.

"When someone has done something unforgivable all they can do is hope and pray that the one they hurt can allow their heart to forgive the unforgivable. I know that for I have been guilty of different but never the less unforgivable deeds. Knowing that, I see the need to forgive."

Sandra moved and got out of bed. Thomas thought he had said the wrong words. He was franticly debating how to explain when Sandra slipped back into bed. She moved to him. "I hope you don't mind me removing my gown. I was getting tangled in it."

Thomas felt her warm body next to his. It felt so good and reassuring. "Sandra it will be weeks before we know if the treatment worked."

"I know," Sandra whispered. 

"I might have just months left." 

"I know Thomas, and if you will let me I'll stay and we can face it together."

"I would like that Sandra."

Sandra moved up and kissed Thomas softly on the lips. They snuggle together and drifted off into a peaceful and rewarding slumber. But they clung together through the night was if they were afraid the other would try and escape. 

Then next morning Thomas woke first. He looked at Sandra sleeping with her head on his right shoulder. With his left hand Thomas brushed her hair away for Sandra's face. He bent and kissed her on the forehead. 

Sandra awoke and looked up, "Oh Thomas, I must look a fright."

Thomas smiled, "Not at all, you are beautiful Mrs. Bridgeman."