The next morning Phillip was up early.
He put his sweats on and went out jogging as he usually did when
Elizabeth worked on the weekends. It was a cool, fall morning and
one of the prettiest times of the year. As he jogged down the
street he kicked up the bright colored leaves that lay on the
Their townhome was in a
new development, and the area still had a little country
atmosphere. The city hadn't reached this far yet. That's why
Phillip and Elizabeth loved this area so much. It was like living
in the country, yet only minutes from work. When Phillip got back
to the house he went right to the kitchen to make his morning
coffee. As he picked up the coffee pot, he noticed the note
Elizabeth had left for him:
My Dearest Phillip,
I put a tray with some food and coffee in
She should be pretty sick so I don't
think she'll come out. But if
she does, it'll just be for something to
drink. Please be nice to her
and thanks for letting me bring her home.
See you tonight.
I love you,
Phillip made his coffee,
ate breakfast, then went up and took a shower. He drove to the
supermarket to pick up a few things, and then came home. He cleaned
a little, washed his breakfast dishes, and then sat down at the
kitchen table to do some work that he brought home from the office.
It was about 11:30 and the stereo was playing low. He looked up as
Marlie walked into the kitchen, wrapped in Elizabeth's bathrobe.
She looked like shit. Her hair was a mess, her make-up smeared, and
she had bags under her eyes. She had a cold stare on her face as
she walked past Phillip.
"Good morning," said
Phillip. Marlie said nothing.
"Good morning," he said
Marlie didn't return his
greeting. "Where are the sodas?" she asked.
Phillip turned and pointed
at the refrigerator. "In the fridge," he said. Marlie opened the
door, pulled out a couple of sodas, shut the door, turned, and
walked out of the kitchen without saying another word.
Phillip watched as she
walked past him, her face cold, looking straight ahead, and showing
no expression at all. He could hear as she made her way up the
stairs and back to her room. The door closed, and that was the last
he saw or heard from her for the rest of the day. Phillip turned
and looked at his papers in front of him and became lost in his
Elizabeth opened the door
and walked into the living room, where Phillip was stretched out on
the floor, watching a football game. He looked up at Elizabeth,
then at his watch; it was 6:30. "Hi, honey. How was your day?" he
asked as he sat up.
"Ah, these sales. They're
the shits," Elizabeth said as she sat next to Phillip. "Oh, my feet
are killing me," she gave Phillip a kiss on the cheek then she
kicked her shoes off.
"How was your day?" She
asked as she pulled a cushion from the sofa and leaned back against
"Oh Marlie," said
"Yeah," Elizabeth said as
she adjusted the cushion and moved closer to Phillip. "How was she
Phillip put his feet up on
the coffee table, folded his hands across his stomach. "Well, she
came down around 11:00 or so and got something to drink, then went
"She didn't have anything
to say?" asked Elizabeth.
REFRIGERATOR," Phillip said with a deepvoice.
"Well," Elizabeth reached
over and put her hand on Phillip's hand. "She's feeling pretty bad
right now Phillip, so please don't make fun of her."
"I'm not," said Phillip.
"I'm sorry. "She came down, I said `hello.' I pointed her in the
direction of the refrigerator, and she got something to drink and
went back upstairs. That's it. I haven't heard another sound all
"Okay," Elizabeth squeezed
Phillip's hands with approval. "I'll go up and see how she's
doing." she said. "Then I'll come down and make dinner."
Phillip kissed Elizabeth's
hand. "No babe. Go up and sees how Marlie is doing, take a shower
and relax. I'll cook dinner . . . okay?"
"Oh, that sounds great,"
said Elizabeth as she got up. "What are we going to have?"
"That's a surprise,"
Phillip said as he picked up the sofa cushions from the floor and
hit Elizabeth on the rear. "Now go on I want to get started. I'm
Elizabeth knocked lightly
on the door. "Marlie." She knocked again. "Marlie, it's Elizabeth."
She opened the door and peeked in.
The lights were out and
only the setting sun shining under the window shade lit the room.
The stereo was playing low and Marlie was lying naked across the
bed. Her eyes were half-open as she looked up at Elizabeth as she
came into the room.
"How do you feel?" asked
Elizabeth as she walked over to the bed and looked down at
"Like shit. How do you
think I feel?" Marlie strained to open her eyes a little more as
she looked up at Elizabeth. "What happened last night?" Elizabeth
sat on the edge of the bed, reached over, and pushed Marlie's hair
back from her face. "Dinner didn't go too well," she said. "I think
you had a little too much to drink. And I'm a little disappointed
that you were doing that shit in the restaurant." Elizabeth pulled
back so she could look Marlie straight in her eyes, "And that you
were like that the first time you met Phillip."
"What shit?" asked
"You know what I mean,"
said Elizabeth. "I don't like to see you doingdrugs. You know you can't handle
"Well, I don't remember,"
snapped Marlie. "It couldn't have been too bad anyway. You don't
look pissed at me."
Elizabeth held Marlie's
hand. "We've been through this before honey . . . I, I just don't
like to see you like this. It upsets me and I worry about
"Yeah, well you forgive me
don't you?" asked Marlie. "I mean, I've missed you and I guess I
was a little lonely. I don't know. Shit happens."
"I know, I know,"
Elizabeth kissed Marlie's hand. "But you have to do something about
the drugs honey," she said.
"Promise me that you'll
try to stop, okay?" Elizabeth stared at Marlie waiting for a
Marlie looked up at
Elizabeth. "Yeah sure, we'll try to stop . . . I promise."
"Good, good. I'm glad to
hear you say that," said Elizabeth. "We're like, like sisters, and
I only want you to be happy," she said. Elizabeth kissed Marlie's
hand and reached up under her chin. "Are you hungry?" she asked.
"Phillip is making dinner. I know you're not up to sitting at the
table with us right now, but I can bring a plate up for
Marlie cracked a half
smile. "Sure, sure I'm hungry."
The next morning, Sunday,
Elizabeth was up early for work. She hated Sundays, especially this
one. It was the last day of a big sale the store was running, and
she knew that every woman in town would be out shopping today. She
liked to get to the store early to make sure all the girls were at
their stations by opening time. Most of the girls were young and
Sundays were a little rough trying to get everyone to look bright
and awake by the time the doors opened.
Elizabeth looked at her
watch. Shit, she would be late if she didn't get going. She hurried
to get dressed, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake
Phillip. She peeked into Marlie's room on the way out to check on
her. Marlie was under the covers sound asleep. The TV was still on
so Elizabeth tiptoed in quietly to turn it off. She looked at
Marlie as she closed the door. Phillip had been very understanding.
She hoped Marlie would be okay today and would stay in her room
until she came home. Then she'd take her back to the club tonight,
and make this up to Phillip later. On the way out she went into the
kitchen and wrote Phillip a note telling him how much she loved him
and that she would try to get home as early as she could tonight.
She put the note next to the flowers on the table and left for
Phillip slept in late as
he usually did on Sunday. It was a warm and sunny Sunday morning.
He took a late morning jog and when he returned he went into the
kitchen to start coffee. He found Elizabeth's note and was smiling
to himself as he went upstairs to take a shower. When Phillip got
out of the shower, he put on his robe, opened the curtains to let
the sun shine into the bedroom, and went downstairs to make
breakfast. He turned the radio on. "Ah, some moody jazz to scramble
eggs to," he thought to himself. He put some bacon on the stove
then poured himself a cup of coffee. Then he cracked a couple of
eggs into a bowl and started scrambling them to the sound of the
music. Phillip was dancing in front of the stove, scrambling his
eggs when he heard something behind him.
He turned and saw Marlie
standing in the doorway. The dining room curtains were open behind
her and the glare of the morning sun cast a glow around her body as
she stood in the doorway. Phillip stared for a second, motionless
as he looked at Marlie. The sun's soft rays bounced off her body.
They reflected off the silk robe. He couldn't quite see her face
but was stunned by her beauty. Marlie leaned against the door
The robe was tied tight
around her waist and clung close to every curve of her body. She
had her hands in her pockets and her head was leaning against the
"Making breakfast?" she
Phillip caught himself
staring, and quickly started to scramble the eggs again. "Yeah, ah,
yeah, you hungry?" he said as he turned back towards the
"Yes, yes I am." I heard
the music and smelled the coffee. Could I have a cup?" she
"Sure, sure," said
Phillip. "Let me get it for you." He started to put the eggs down
and reach for a cup.
"No, no I'll get it," said
Marlie, as she walked towards the coffeepot. "I don't want to take
you away from your cooking. You seem to be enjoying it so much."
She poured a cup, then leaned against the table towards Phillip and
took as sip. "Ah, that tastes great." She took one hand and
pushedher hair as
she leaned her head back. "Oh," she said as she stretched one arm
over her head and arched her back pushing her breasts out against
the thin silk robe.
Phillip noticed that his
mixing strokes were getting slower. He picked up his pace and
turned back to the stove. "How do you like your eggs," he said as
he turned and looked at Marlie again.
She was holding the coffee
cup up to her lips taking little sips, "Scrambled will be fine."
She held the cup with both hands as she lowered it down to her
breasts, "Would you mind if I shower first?" she asked.
"No, no not at all,"
Phillip said as he put the eggs down and reached to turn the bacon
over. "It'll be about ten minutes, is that okay?" He turned to look
She was standing in the
doorway on her way out when she turned back to Phillip. "I'll be
right down," then turned and walked out of the room. Phillip stood
at the stove staring as he watched her leave. His eyes followed her
as she disappeared into the sun's glow. His mind was drifting with
all kind of thoughts. She seemed to have some kind of presence
about her that he couldn't pinpoint. He just didn't know exactly
what it was but she had some kind of overwhelming presence about
her. It seemed that when she talked to you everything stood still.
The bacon grease popped and Phillip snapped out of it. He shook his
head, and turned his attention to fixing breakfast.
Phillip was pouring coffee
as Marlie walked in. "Come on and sit down. It's fresh off the
stove," he said.
Marlie sat down at the
table. "This looks great," she said. "Come to think of it I'm
"Well here, try this,"
Phillip put some eggs on her plate. "I'm the best scrambled egg
cooker in this neighborhood."
Marlie reached over and
touched Phillip's hand. "I want to thank you Phillip . . . well,
for being so understanding. I want to apologize for any trouble
He looked at Marlie,
looked straight into her face. Her hair sparkled from the sun's
rays. It was cut close and her bangs covered most of her forehead,
then circled around to small points just below her eyes then
tapered off to her jaw and down to her shoulders. She wore no
makeup, and didn't need any. Her eyes were dark, a sort of a
shining dark, andpenetrating. When she looked at you
she looked right at you. Her skin was soft and clear white. And her
lips, her lips were perfectly formed and pink, a beautiful color of
"It's been no trouble, no
trouble at all," Phillip said. "And your apology is not necessary,"
he said. "You're Elizabeth's friend, and now I hope mine
Marlie held her head down
and looked up at Phillip with her penetrating eyes. "Thank you
Phillip. Thank you very much," she said slowly. "You don't know how
much that means to me," as she continued looking straight into
"Hey, let's eat it's
getting cold," Phillip said as he reached and picked up his coffee.
He was looking at Marlie as he tipped his cup to her and then took
a sip. "Yeah, let's eat."
When they were finished,
Phillip pushed his plate to the side and leaned back in his chair.
"I'm stuffed," he said. "This is the only time of the week I eat a
breakfast and I always seem to eat too much." He put his hands on
his stomach. "Christ, I think I'll have to go jogging this
afternoon just to build up an appetite for dinner."
Marlie looked at Phillip.
"No, I'm sure you won't," then smiled. Phillip smiled back. He
reached over and picked the coffeepot up and said, "I think I can
fit one more cup in, how about you?"
"Sure," Marlie said as she
pushed her cup towards Phillip.
As Phillip poured the
coffee he looked at Marlie. "Let's drink this in the living room.
I'll do the dishes later."
Marlie said, "No, after
that wonderful breakfast I'll do them, but later sounds fine." She
walked over to the sink and put her plate down then turned to
Phillip. "Coffee in the living room sounds fine too."
Phillip turned the stereo
on, picked the Sunday paper up from the table, and sat on the sofa.
"What section do you want?" he asked as he thumbed through the
Marlie was sitting up
against the end of the sofa. She turned towards
Phillip and put her legs
up on the cushion, then pulled her feet up to her side as the robe
slid up her thigh. She leaned her head back and took one hand and
ran it down her neck to her breast. She pushed open the robe to let
her hand run down over her skin, back and forth.
"I don't read the paper,"
she said. Marlie stared at Phillip for a longwhile. She remembered Elizabeth
telling her about him, how good lookingshe said he was, and he was. She ran
her finger across her lips as she lookedhim over, from top to bottom. Phillip
was around five eleven, one hundredand seventy five pounds and not a
pound of fat to be seen anywhere. Ifhe had a dimple on his chin he'd look
just like Kirk Douglas, strong andhandsome. She watched him closely as
he read the paper.
Phillip could feel Marlie
staring at him. He looked up and their eyes locked. Without taking
his eyes off hers he watched as she ran her hand across her chest
then to the back of her neck. "Yeah, yeah," he said as he looked
back at the paper, "I just read the sports section myself."
After a few minutes,
Marlie looked over to Phillip. He was half reading the paper,
nervously shuffling through the pages.
"Let's talk," she said as
she put one arm over the back of the sofa and rested her head on
her hand. Then she took her other hand and ran it down the crack of
her robe from her cleavage down to the belt, playing with the knot.
"What time will Elizabeth be home?"
Phillip put his feet up on
the coffee table then laid the paper across his legs and said, "Oh,
they're having some kind of sale today, so I guess around 6:30 or
so. But she said she would try to get home early if she
Marlie looked up at the
clock on the wall, just 12:00. "She doesn't mind working weekends
and leaving you alone?"
"No, no not at all,"
Phillip said. "She really likes her job and she's happy at what
she's doing." Phillip sat up, took his legs off the coffee table,
put one leg up on the sofa as he turned towards Marlie. "I
understand you helped get her the job."
"Yeah, yeah, someone I
know has something to do with the store," Marlie said. "Elizabeth
and I have been friends for a long time, so it was no
"Right, she tells me that
you guys were from the same neighborhood and sort of grew up
together," said Phillip.
"Grew up together." Marlie
laughed. "We were inseparable, closer than sisters. All the way up
until she married that asshole." Marlie reached down, picked up her
coffee, and took a sip.
"You mean Robert," asked
"Yeah, Robert," Marlie
said as she put her coffee back down on the table then leaned back
into the corner of the sofa.
Phillip looked over at
Marlie and with a smile on his face he said,
"Elizabeth doesn't talk
much about him." He leaned back into the corner, put one arm up the
back of the sofa, and clasped his hands together. "Just that they
didn't get along for some reason or other, and that she left
"Ha," Marlie said as she
threw her head back. Then she slowly moved her head down to where
she was looking Phillip straight in the eyes. "Didn't get along,"
she said slowly, "no, they didn't. The asshole was fuckin' loaded
all the time. I don't think she got laid more than a dozen times in
all the years she stayed with the prick," she giggled, then one
eyebrow arched up, "figuratively speaking of course."
Phillip looked down to his
hands. "Oh, well, she never talks much about her marriage, accept
that she wasn't happy."
"No she wasn't, not at
all. And not satisfied either." Marlie straightened one leg out
along the cushion and moved it down till it touched Phillip's
"I think that's why she
likes you so much. I understand you're really something, and I
think you're helping her make up for all that lost time with what's
his name. You know when he couldn't get it up." Marlie ran her foot
along Phillip's leg.
"There's nothing more
dissatisfying then trying to make love with a man who can't do
anything for you. But from what I understand you wouldn't know
anything about that, would you?" Marlie continued to move her foot
up Phillip's leg, and then pushed it up under his robe.
She looked at him as she
moved one hand down under her robe and started to run her fingers
over her breasts. And she liked what she saw. "You're blushing,"
she said. "And you have a right to. I've heard about you, about the
things you do, and the things you would like to do," she
Phillip took his hand and
pushed against Marlie's foot. "I think that's a little private,
"Oh Phillip, you know how
us girls are. And Elizabeth and I are very close. We talk about
everything." She moved her foot back up Phillip's leg.
"Everything," she said. "Everything," said Phillip. "What do you
mean by everything?" He looked at Marlie. Her robe was open just
enough to see her thigh.
"Well, I know Elizabeth,
and I know how traditional she is in her love making. And I know
how you like to do things . . . and have things done to you. Things
that Elizabeth won't do." Marlie's legs slowly started to
Phillip watched as more of
her thigh became exposed. He looked up at her. She was running her
finger across her lips and staring at him. Her eyes were dark and
cold, and just for a moment it seemed as if they were telling him
something. He looked back down at her legs. He could see that she
wasn't wearing any panties. She had nothing on under the robe.
Phillip pushed himself back into the corner of the sofa, "I think
we're getting a little personal."
Marlie pushed her foot
further up Phillip's robe. "How long has it been Phillip, how long
has it been since you've been totally satisfied in your . . .
special way?" She moved her foot slowly up his thigh until she
found what she was searching for.
Phillip moved even further
into the corner of the sofa. "Marlie, please," he said as he put
his hand on her leg, half pushing it away. "Please."
Marlie was staring into
Phillip's eyes as she pulled her leg away. Then she moved slowly
towards Phillip, inching her way across the sofa cushions.
Phillip just stared at her
as she moved closer. She put her hand on his leg, then moved it up
under his robe. Phillip couldn't move any further. He was backed
into a corner. He wanted to resist, but he couldn't. He just
continued staring into her eyes.
"You didn't answer me,
Phillip," she said as she ran her hand further up his leg and moved
Phillip didn't say
anything. He just stared and did nothing.
"Ooh," Marlie said as she
found what she was looking for. She took her other hand and opened
her robe as she moved closer. Christ, she was hot. Phillip could
feel the heat from her body as she moved within inches of his
"I-I don't know what you
mean," Phillip said as Marlie stared into his eyes. "I, I don't
Marlie opened Phillip's
robe. She ran her hand slowly from his innerthigh up to his chest.
Phillip looked down at
Marlie. He looked at her breasts, firm round breasts with nipples
as big as nickels. Dark nipples, almost black against her white
skin. He looked at her flat stomach, straight down from her rib
cage to her pelvis, flat and firm. Then his eyes opened wide as he
lookedat her. She was totally exposed. His eyes locked on her as he
stared. Shewas shaven, not a hair on her body.
Marlie leaned over and
began to kiss his nipples as she moved her hand back down to his
inner thigh, kissing his chest, then his stomach as she moved down
lower and lower.
Phillip had dinner made
and on the table when Elizabeth came home.
She walked in the kitchen
where Phillip was standing at the sink.
"Oh, honey, you're
wonderful," she said. "I'm starving and tired as hell." She put her
arms around his waist and rested her head on his back. "I think
I'll go upstairs and check on Marlie and get washed up for dinner.
I'll ask her to join us, okay?" as she kissed Phillip on his back,
to walk out of the
kitchen. She stopped at the doorway and turned back, "How has she
been today honey? No trouble I hope."
Phillip turned towards
Elizabeth, "NO, no, no . . . trouble at all. She's been quiet all
day, no trouble." He smiled at Elizabeth. "Sure, sure tell
her to join us."
Elizabeth walked over to
Phillip and kissed him lightly on the lips, "Love you." Then she
turned and walked out into the dining room. "Smells great,
Phillip watched as she
walked out of sight, then turned and stared into the sink.
Elizabeth tapped lightly
on the door, then once more as she stuck her head inside. Marlie
was lying on the bed half asleep. "How do you feel?" Elizabeth
Marlie lifted her head.
"Oh hi. Come sit and talk with me." Marlie patted the bed.
"Sure, how do you feel
today?" Elizabeth asked as she sat down.
"Oh better," she
"Well, you look one
hundred percent better," said Elizabeth. Thenshe began to stroke Marlie's
"I feel all right. As a
matter of fact, I had breakfast with Phillip this morning. He's a
great cook, huh."
"Yes he is, and he's got
dinner waiting for us," said Elizabeth. "You'll join us, won't
"Sure, sure, I will,"
Marlie said, reaching for Elizabeth's hand. "And
I want to thank you for
taking care of me, okay? I love you for it."
"Hey, don't worry about
it. As long as you're all right, and healthy, that's all I care
about," said Elizabeth.
"Look, let's go into my
room and find a dress for you. I'll get washed and we'll both get
ourselves fixed up and go down and join Phillip for dinner, okay?"
Elizabeth grabbed Marlie and pulled her up from the bed towards the
door. "Come on let's go."
They walked over to the
closet and opened the door. "Here," said
Elizabeth as she ran her
hands through the dresses. "Anything you want to wear. The shoes
are over there," pointing to the floor, "and the makeup is on the
table over there. Make yourself look pretty. I'm going to get
washed up and then we'll go down for dinner," then she walked into
Marlie looked over and
said, "Sure, go on, I'll pick out something."
She started to look
through the clothes. At the end of the rack were some sport coats,
shirts and pants. "Hum, Phillip's," she thought to herself as she
moved further into the closet. She riffled through them looking at
every one, touching them, and moving on to look at his ties and
hold them in her hands for a few seconds. Then she turned back and
continued to look through the dresses until she found one she
liked. She walked over to the bed and laid it down, then stood back
and looked at it for a second. She walked back to the closet to
pick out a pair of shoes and found herself staring at Phillip's
She drifted for a second
and thought about this morning. She thought how long it had been
since she had been with a man and how good Phillip made her feel.
She could understand why Elizabeth loved him. He was gentle, yet
eager and rough when you wanted him to be. She knew that Elizabeth
was not very experienced. She remembered Elizabeth telling her of
different things Phillip wanted her to try, things that were
unnatural to her. She smiled to herself. She knew that those were
the things she liked.
And now she knew that
Phillip could satisfy her, and that she could satisfy him in all
those ways he wanted to try with Elizabeth. Marlie knew that she
would have Phillip again.
She picked out a pair of
shoes and put them on the floor next to the bed, then walked over
to the dresser to get a pair of panties. She opened the drawer to
look in. "Oh," she said to herself as she noticed the clothes.
"This must be Phillip's drawer, socks, tee shirts, and underwear."
She pulled a pair out and looked at them. Then she looked over her
shoulder to the bathroom. She saw Elizabeth in the mirror. She was
washing. Marlie opened her robe and slipped the underwear on, then
looked through the drawers until she found some panty hose. She
took a pair out, went over to the bed, and put them on over the
underwear, then put the dress and shoes on.
Elizabeth called from the
bathroom, "How you doing out there?" Marlie answered, "Oh just
going to put some makeup on. I'll be ready in a minute." Elizabeth
came out of the bathroom with the towel in her hands drying her
face. She looked over to Marlie. "Oh I like that dress on
Marlie was sitting at the
makeup table putting on some lip-gloss.
"Stand up and let me see
you," said Elizabeth.
Marlie finished with her
lips, and then stood up for Elizabeth's approval. "Turn around,"
Elizabeth said as she smiled, "and let me look at you." Marlie held
her hands over her head and turned for Elizabeth.
"It fits you great and you
look wonderful in it," Elizabeth said. "Why don't you keep
"Oh, honey I have more
dresses than I know what to do with," said
"I know, I know, but
please keep it," said Elizabeth, "from me to you, okay?"
Marlie smiled at
Elizabeth. "Okay, sure, from you to me." Then she walked over to
Elizabeth and gave her a hug.
"Come on and sit down. You
finish putting your makeup on and
I'll comb your hair," said
Elizabeth. "You know like when we were little kids."
"Well maybe a little eye
makeup to cover these bags," Marlie sat andlooked into the mirror, "but that's
all. I don't wear this shit anymore." Shestared at Elizabeth in the mirror for
a minute, then reached back and tookElizabeth's hand and held it to her
face for a second and kissed it. "We'vebeen close for a long time, haven't
we?" she said.
"We share everything,
don't we?" said Marlie.
"What's mine is yours,"
said Elizabeth as she combed Marlie's hair.
"Yes I know, I know and
what's mine is yours," said Marlie.
Marlie's hair and stood back. "Now you look great."
Marlie stood up then
leaned over, looked into the mirror, and ran her finger under the
bottom of her lip to make sure the lip-gloss was just right. She
stood and turned to Elizabeth and said, "You know, I do feel a
hundred percent better."
Elizabeth sat down and ran
the comb through her hair. She looked into the mirror to see if her
makeup was all right, then turned to Marlie and said, "Well are you
"Just one more minute.
I've got to go pottie first. "She walked into the bathroom and
closed the door. As she washed her hands, she noticed a comb and
brush next to the sink, which she knew must be Phillip's. She
pulled some of the hair from the brush and balled it up between her
hands. Then she pushed the ball of hair down her dress between her
breasts. She looked at herself in the mirror, adjusted her dress,
played with her hair, then turned and walked out of the bathroom
into the bedroom. "Well, you ready? I'm starving."
"Okay," said Elizabeth,
"let's go. I know Phillip's got a great meal waiting for
"Yes, I bet he does," said
Marlie as she looked at Elizabeth with a small smile on her
It was Monday afternoon,
and Phillip was sitting at his desk when the phone rang. "Hello.
Phillip Thomas speaking. Can I help you?"
"Well, hello Phillip. How
Phillip stopped for a
second. "Fine, just fine." he said. It was Marlie "You sound
"I feel 100 percent
better, and it's only because of the fine care I
wasgiven, and fine
food. And . . . I do want to thank you for being so kind
tome Phillip. I
enjoyed the . . . weekend a great deal," said Marlie.
"Well, you're welcome,"
said Phillip, "and the thanks weren't really necessary."
"Thank you Phillip, that's
very nice of you. But let me say that, well,that I wasn't at my
best this weekend, and I didn't want to leave you with a . . . a
bad impression of me. I hope you understand."
"That's okay." You didn't
leave anyone with a bad impression," Phillip said.
"Oh Phillip, you don't
know how that makes me feel," Marlie said.
Phillip noticed a change
in Marlie's voice. She spoke in a soft and seductive tone.
"But that's not the only
reason I called, just to thank you. I would like to show you my
appreciation by inviting you to lunch, and please don't say no. Let
me at least once repay you for being so nice to me."
"I don't know," said
Phillip. "My schedule is pretty tight, and that's ah, not really
"I know; I know, Phillip.
But I wouldn't feel right if I didn't thank you, and this is my way
of doing that. Just from one friend to another, that's all, a
friendly lunch. And I know you come downtown at least once a week
to check on some kind of building or something, so let's just say
when you come down to check on your building that lunch is on
Phillip turned his chair
around and looked out of the window. "I don't know, Marlie. I don't
really have much time for lunch. I usually grab a quick sandwich on
the way back to the office."
There was silence on the
other end of the phone for a few seconds.
Then Marlie spoke.
"Phillip, listen to me," she spoke in a soft but firm voice. "We
are friends, and we are going to be friends for a long time.
Phillip, please make me
happy by doing this one favor for me, okay?"
Phillip listened. He
didn't say anything for a few seconds. "Well, I guess I could find
time to stop by," he said.
"Good, good Phillip," said
Marlie. "You don't know how happy that makes me." "Now when is your
next trip downtown?"
Phillip thought to himself
as he held the phone. "Why am I giving
in to her?" His mind
drifted away and the voice at the other end of the phone seemed to
become more distant. His eyes focused on something outside the
window as he thought to himself. "I think I should just tell her I
can't make it."
"Phillip, Phillip listen
to me," Marlie said. "When is your next trip
Phillip's attention was
drawn back to the phone. "Um, ah actually tomorrow-yeah tomorrow
I'll be coming downtown."
"That's great Phillip,
that's great. Now listen to me. I want you to write this address
down. Okay Phillip?"
"Right, let me grab a
pencil," said Phillip as he reached for a pencil on the desk. His
hand stopped as he reached across the desk and he looked at it. His
mind was blank, totally blank. He picked up the pencil. "Okay, what
"It's Twenty-Two Ten Saint
Charles Street, Phillip."
Phillip could hear Marlie
take a deep breath, he just listened. "Do you know where it is,
Phillip?" asked Marlie.