Mary Moore - Whore wife

"HI, Lisa," greeted Mr. Millhouse. "You're late again, Lisa."

"No, I wasn't!" protested the girl. "Your door was locked. Why was your door locked, Mr. Millhouse?"

The door closed behind them, leaving Linda giggling in the hallway.

Linda was elated when she walked out of the music school, if not also a little exhausted. Her lesson had gone well. The elementary method he was using with her was working… to say nothing of the fringe benefits. She felt she was having an impact on places other than her own home. And she liked that.

She felt so good that she took a slight detour and went over to First Avenue where the Boy Scouts office was located. She would put her name in to be a scoutmaster. In that moment, she had just the right amount of nerve. For Linda was a basically shy girl.

"Yes, ma'am?" said a short, white-haired lady in a trim black suit and a white blouse. "May I help you?"

"Uh, yes, I would like to be a scout leader."

"Certainly. Would you kindly fill out this form? We prefer gentlemen, of course, but we can't always get them."

Linda completed the form and handed it back to the lady.

"Thank you, uh, yes, dear, we'll call you for an interview."

"Oh, when will that be?" asked Linda, disappointed. She was counting on her first troop right away.

"Oh, this week, never you fear," answered the lady sweetly. "It's so nice to have people so enthusiastic," she marveled. "Usually we have to recruit. Thank you so much."

"Good-bye now," said Linda graciously.

Outside, walking up the street, she had to smile. Enthusiastic, yes. To meet up with some fine father on an overnight hike? What could be more blissful? And Tim would never suspect. After all, it was all in the line of duty. How would he know someone's old man came along to chaperone?

In a few weeks, she might need a chaperone. But before that time, she was determined to have fun.

She was interviewed by the head of the local chapter that week, and passed with flying colors. Her age was a distinct bonus. They liked them young, but mature. And energetic. She was to take group at a church on the southeast side of town.

She was hardly prepared for such an energetic group of young men. The outgoing scoutmaster, an older man, seemed glad to be rid of the bunch. She smiled continuously during the whole meeting and they eyed her curiously. Finally the man turned it over to her.

"Yes," she smiled nervously, "I see there's a fine bunch of boys here."

A wolf whistle sounded from the back of the boiler room where the boys were seated around a long table.

"Thank you for your appreciation. I trust we will all get along just fine." She brushed her hair back over her shoulders, the movement raising her breasts an inch or two.

"Mama mia," said another boy, with dirk hair and dark eyes. Linda's eyes lit upon him for a moment. His head wagged up and down; he was glad to have the attention.

Linda continued. "How would you like to have an overnight hike soon?" she asked.

Whoops and hollers resounded throughout the boiler room.

"Well, I'm glad you like the idea. Summer is fast drawing to a close and it would be a nice way to spend a weekend in August, don't you think?"

"Isn't that a bit fast, Miss…" began the outgoing scoutmaster, who had no more power as far as she was concerned. "You're new. You don't know what you're getting into. You must establish some discipline first. Get to know the boys. Have them work with you on their badges, and on all their other projects."

"That can be done all winter," said Linda firmly, not batting an eye.

When the meeting was over, Linda breathed a sigh of relief. But she was so elated she could hardly stand it. There was such excitement in that room, such energy! She found it excited and aroused her. And in a moment she could go home and masturbate it away.

The boys came up to talk to her afterwards. One by one they gave her their vote of approval. The last one to leave, the dark-haired, dark-eyed boy, said to her, "Mrs. Carney, my dad would come with us on the overnight. I just know he would."

Well, my dear, if he looks anything like you, I'm sure I'd be delighted, she thought. But she said, "Well, thank you. And who are you, may I ask?"

"Dick. My father's name is Richard Ainico. He's nuts about women. I mean…"

"We would be more than delighted to have him along, Dick. You invite him, will you?" She tried to conceal a smile.

"Oh, thanks, Mrs. Carney thanks a lot." He turned and ran out of the room.

Mrs. Carney gathered her purse and the materials she had brought along for an emergency project. She hadn't needed them. Outside the church she found a telephone. She dialed Frankie's hotel. He was not in.

"I have a message from him for Elaine," said the hotel clerk. "Is this Elaine?"

"No, this is not Elaine," said Linda coolly. She added, on second thought, "But I know Elaine, I'll give her the message."

"She's to meet him after the theater tonight, and come with him to the closing theater party at the Ton House."

"I'll give her the message," promised Linda.

"Thank you." And she hung up.

So Frankie would be leaving town soon. Her heart fell. Well, at least she had plans for the evening. Thank you, Elaine, whoever you are! She went home to change.

He was cooking supper when she got home. He seemed to be getting used to the prospect.

She bathed and changed into a black lace dress, one that drew sharp gasps and entranced expressions each time she entered a crowded room. Which had been rarely, lately. But it would do now for crashing a party.

She came downstairs, heavily made-up and perfumed. Tim looked up from the stove and stared.

"What's for supper, honey?" she asked bouncily, pretending not to notice his stares.

"You," he answered, laid down his stew ladle and came towards her.

"Oh, nothing doing," she said laughing, and backed away. "I'm going out. To a party, Tim. It's just a party," she added, in answer to the frown that crossed his face.

"Don't I even get a kiss, Linda? Just a kiss? Remember me? I'm your old man."

"A kiss, old man, here's a kiss." She pulled Tim into her arms and embraced him. It was good to feel his familiar body next to hers again. She planted a warm, wet kiss on his soft lips and withdrew.

"I feel like I've been punished enough, Linda, for whatever I've done wrong. It's all happened so fast, I'm still not sure what I did. I guess you'd been storing it up for a long time, eh?" He pawed her face and brushed her blond hair back.

"Not now, Tim. Later. We'll talk later."

She pulled away and pushed her hair into place again. He took a step back towards the kitchen door. She didn't want him to try anything. Not after he had raped her that time. She didn't completely trust him anymore.

"Linda – Linda honey," he stammered. He looked crushed. "Not another evening at home, at home without you. Please, Linda. Have a heart."

She had a heart and he was certainly tugging hard at its strings. But she was determined. There was something fierce and unrelenting in her now, and now that she was in touch with it, she would follow its course.

"I'm going, dear. Good-bye." She turned on her heel and headed across the dining room to the front door. "I'll be back later, I promise." Then she bit her lip.

She opened and closed the door quickly, before he could get any anti-social ideas. She walked briskly toward the car.

A minute later she was racing through the streets, as fast as the speed limit would allow. She wanted to take a spin in the country for some fresh air before she returned to the motel for the theater party. There had been so much excitement in her life lately. She needed some peace and quiet to think.

She drove slowly past the reservoir, along a dirt road. The air was mostly fresh out here, except for a gust of wind now and then that carried odors downwind from the corn syrup factory.