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Chapter
29
Samantha
was so mad at Wally for keeping something from her. She realized that she’d
kept something from him, but that was for his own good. It was no secret that Wally had a thing for
her. She’d known that since high school, but now that the shoe was on the other
foot, it pissed her off. This was so unlike Wally. He had told her once that
Carol, whatever her name is, had a reputation of being on the prowl for men.
She walked determinedly to her bedroom, taking her clothes off and slinging
them on the floor. The closet was crammed with clothes. Samantha was looking
for the sexiest outfit she could find. As she pushed clothes aside, the red
dress she’d been looking for fell to the floor. It had a low, plunging
neckline, and ended above mid-thigh. Let’s see whether Ms. Carol can beat this,
she thought to herself.
The
minute she walked into Avenue de Bistro, Samantha knew that she’d made a big
mistake. Phil Underwood sat on a bench by the front door waiting for her. His
eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Phil could have come out of the
nineteen fifties with his slicked back hair, long sideburns, and the silk
handkerchief folded into three identical points peeking out of his suit coat.
“Hi, Phil,” she said, holding out her hand.
Samantha’s
unencumbered breasts swayed as she walked, and there was nothing she could do
to control the situation.
“Samantha,
you look beautiful!”
Phil
Underwood couldn’t keep his eyes off of Samantha’s breasts. She cupped his chin
in her hands and lifted his head until their eyes met.
“Dinner?
Shouldn’t we go sit down?”
Phil
nodded to the waiter who picked up a couple of menus and motioned for them to
follow him. Samantha looked straight ahead as every eye in Avenue de Bistro
followed her to a table in the back of the room. The waiter pulled Samantha’s chair out for
her and when she sat down, her dress billowed for a second, exposing her
breasts to both men.
“Thank
you,” she said.
Avenue
de Bistro was a small upscale neighborhood restaurant well known in Kansas City
for delicious food at reasonable prices. Located on the West side of the
Brookside business district, it had been very successful in attracting
customers from all over the metropolitan area. Wally had brought Samantha here
two years ago for her birthday and she fell in love with the place. They
ordered, and Samantha felt foolish and uncomfortable. Deep inside she heard
Wally admonishing her to take her medicine. She hated having to take medicine
to control her impulses. She’d driven her mother crazy when she was in high school,
and the two years of college had been filled with parties instead of studying.
Wally came back into her life when he graduated from the University of
Missouri. His patience and love got Samantha moving in the right direction. He
had little influence in her refusing to take her medicines. Inside she knew
that the medicine helped her, but it made her angry that she couldn’t do it
herself, which always led to trouble like going to the Top Hat or dressing to
kill for Phil.
“I’m
so glad to see you, Samantha. Frankly, I’m surprised you called me after the
last time we met…but I’m glad you did.”
The
lecherous smile spread across his face, revealing yellowed teeth from smoking.
How could someone so overt in his seduction attempts, look so disgusting and be
a successful salesman? He appeared more like a used car salesman than a
successful real estate agent for high-end homes. She had seen him with clients,
and his whole demeanor changed: a chameleon in the pinstriped suit.
“I
just came from a luncheon date with Wally,” she lied.
At the
mention of her burly friend, Phil drew back.
“Are
you and Wally a thing now?” he asked.
She
gazed at him through half-closed eyes and purred, “You might say that.”
“Playing
the field is much more fun,” he said.
“Some
have better equipment,” she retorted and picked up the menu.
They
ordered a glass of wine while they waited for their meals.
“So,
what can I do to help you?” he asked, resigned to the fact that although
Samantha was dressed to kill, it wasn’t intended for him.
“Tell
me about Patricia Wilson,” she said.
Phil placed his elbows on the table and rested
his chin on his hands.
“Why
do you want to know about Patricia?”
“Let’s
say I’m curious.”
“I
don’t understand. Patricia is part owner of Wilson RE and is now missing. Does this
have something to do with her disappearance?” he asked suspiciously.
“I
really don’t know, Phil. Something personal happened to me two weeks ago, and
I’m tracking all avenues to settle the matter. It is not about Patricia Wilson
per se, but I’m hoping if I learn more about her I’ll be able to better
understand what happened to me.”
“Sounds
corny to me,” he replied.
Before
she could stop herself, the words slipped from Samantha’s mouth.
“It
may sound corny, but being raped is not fun or corny.”
“You were
raped?” he whispered.
She averted
her eyes and nodded.
“I
really don’t want to talk about it, but I need your help. Will you please help
me?”
Phil’s
cheeks puffed out as he considered her request. His eyes searched hers to see
any telltale sign that she was lying. Satisfied, he said:
“Okay.
What do you want to know?”
“Tell
me about Patricia. What was she like?”
Phil
leaned back in his chair, pushed one hand in his pocket and picked up his wine
glass with the other.
“In a
word, Patricia could be summed up as driven.”
“Driven?”
“Driven
to succeed in whatever endeavor she pursued.” He chuckled more to himself than
to Samantha. “She usually succeeded, except in the field of love. She never
married, never had children and most affairs didn’t last long.”
“What
was the matter? Was she the queen bitch?”
“Quite
the contrary, she was the exact opposite. I think her main problem was she
towered over men in height and success. Everything that Patricia did made her a
lot of money.”
Samantha
grimaced and said, “That’s sad.”
“Yeah,
it is. She’d tease that a jerk like me was luckier in love than she’d ever be.”
Samantha
doubted that Patricia Wilson was teasing Phil. More likely, she was lamenting
the fact.
“Did
she ever think about adopting?”
Phil
shrugged and made a face.
“I
don’t think so. I think the only time I saw her happy, really happy, is when
she got on that dating site Fish in the Sea.”
Samantha
gave Phil a surprised look.
“A
dating site? Fish in the Sea? “
“I
think a friend suggested she try it.”
Chapter
30
Samantha
started to ask about the friend when the waiter brought their dinner. He lingered
over her as he refilled the water glass and asked whether she’d like more wine.
She made sure she made no unnecessary moves that would reveal more skin. To end
his attention, Samantha placed her napkin on her chest and smiled. Once the
waiter had left, she buttered a hot roll and watched in amazement as Phil scarfed
his food down as if he’d been starving. Persistence played a big part in Phil's
ability to pick up women. The old saying that if you throw enough shit on the wall
something is bound to stick, fit him perfectly.
He
caught her staring.
“What?”
Phil asked while stuffing a piece of bread in his mouth.
“Nothing,”
she countered. “Just thinking about Patricia’s friend suggesting a dating
site.”
“A lot
of men and women do it today. Haven’t you seen the advertisements saying that
one out of five relationships starts online? Patricia was no stranger to dating
sites. You name it and she’d tried it. I overheard her telling one of her
friends on the phone one day that she’d found a younger man who adored her. In
fact, I’d never seen her so happy. When she caught me hanging around her office
door, she asked what I wanted. I had to pull it out of my ass that time.”
He
laughed.
“Do
you remember his name by any chance?” she asked.
“I
don’t think I ever heard it.”
Samantha
had enough information. They quickly finished dinner since Phil ate more like
an animal than a human being. He burped so loud when they finished that
Samantha turned red from embarrassment.
“Thanks,
Phil. That’s all I needed to know. Thanks for the dinner.”
“You
have to go now? Don’t you want dessert?”
“No,
I’m afraid not. I’ll return the favor.”
Samantha
bent over as she retrieved her purse to give Phil an eyeful because that is all
he was ever going to get as far as she was concerned. As she left, she
accentuated her hip movement and wondered if Phil realized she didn’t have on
any panties. The waiter certainly noticed and waved as she walked out the front
door.
Samantha
had parked in the small lot in front of the restaurant, and as she tossed her
purse on the passenger’s seat, she thought of going back downtown. She was mad
at herself, mad at Wally and upset that she was such a fool. Her Honda hybrid
gave a slight purring sound when she started it. Backing out of her parking
spot, she realized she was just a short distance from her mother’s condo and
decided to stop by and talk. Her mother would probably go berserk when she saw
Samantha’s outfit, especially this early in the day. Samantha had a change of
clothes stashed away in the extra bedroom so she’d change into something more
comfortable.
Waiting
for traffic to clear on Wornall Road, Samantha adjusted her rearview mirror and
was blinded by the bright lights from the black car that pulled in behind her.
Samantha flipped the little lever at the bottom of the rearview mirror to mute
the lights. The crazy bastard had his lights on high beam, she thought. The
Honda slipped into traffic and the car behind her followed. Driving a short
four blocks, Samantha turned right and the car behind her followed. Samantha
frowned. At Brookside Boulevard, she turned left and was thankful that the
light at Fifty-ninth Street was green. The Honda zoomed through the
intersection, and the speedometer read forty-five miles an hour. The black car
kept up with her. Reaching Fifty-fourth Street, Samantha slammed on the brakes
and whipped the steering wheel to the right. The Honda slid around the corner
and bumped into the curb on the opposite side of the street. She didn’t
hesitate. Her foot pressed down hard on the accelerator, and the Honda jumped
to life. A quick look in the rearview mirror revealed that the black car had
sped on down Brookside Boulevard. Samantha swung the car into her mother’s
parking lot and slipped into the parking space her mother had reserved for her.
She turned the key off and sat for a second to calm down.
Had
the car really followed her, or was she imagining things? It didn’t matter. It
had scared the shit out of her.
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