She regretted Harold hadn’t been better in bed. She thought now she could have made a better choice of the instrument for her revenge. There was that guy in the same training seminar as she, for instance. He’d been from Arizona…Randy! That was his name, Randy. Now there was a man. He’d looked just scrumptious in his tailored business suit. She wondered what Randy would have looked like standing naked beside her bed. She wondered how big he was. That bulge in his pants when that Terri woman had smiled up at him in the first night’s smoker…that had been something to see.
Suddenly Peggy knew this wasn’t going to be the last time for her. She examined the idea for a moment. Kyle would never know–she’d see to that–and if he didn’t know, it wouldn’t hurt him. How could it? She thought about it for a while longer.
She’d be very, very careful. She would never make intricate plans to get together with a man. It would always have to be someone like Randy…someone she met by accident out and away from home. Yeah, that was the way to go–random encounters–at places where Kyle would never, ever be. He never suspect anything either, because he’d never see any signs of cheating that would give her away. She’d never have a long-term affair, she decided. They were too entangling, too complicated, and she didn’t need to be involved with another man. Kyle was plenty, more than enough.
Peggy moved her lower body around in a tiny circle on the hot seat in the backseat of the taxi. It felt good. Some of the friction transferred to her pussy’s outer lips. She did it again. It felt even better. It was another thing she shouldn’t be doing. The driver might see her and know what she was doing. It was so naughty. She loved it.
Suddenly she wondered when her next trip out of town would be. She wondered who she would meet…who she would find there to…play with. Yeah, that’s what she would call it–how she’d think of it. It was playing. It wasn’t serious. She wondered what the man would look like, what he would smell like, how he would taste…
Her cell phone rang.
“Hello,” she said cheerfully.
“Mrs. Whitely? This is Sam Macmillan”
“Hi, Sam, how’re you today?” Peggy didn’t like her boss, but she could put up with him today.
“Pretty good,” Mr. Macmillan answered. He didn’t ask how she was doing. “I’m going to get right to the point, Mrs. Whitely,” he said. There was amusement in his voice…only a trace, but it was there. She could hear it.
“Okay,” Peggy replied wonderingly.
“Yes, well…here it is, Mrs. Whitely,” he said. “I’ve been asked to tell you that your employment with Bruckmeister and Son is being terminated for cause. Mr. Bruckmeister Junior wants me to inform you that you will be allowed to come into the business offices Monday morning to collect your severance check and clear out your desk anytime between the hours of 9:00 and 12:00 noon. Mr. Bruckmeister also said to tell you any questions you have would be answered at that time.”
Thunderstruck, Peggy let a long silence build. The taxi driver watched the stricken expression spread over Peggy’s attractive face. The woman’s manner had changed so abruptly the driver kept a close watch for a while. He’d had several bad experiences with people whose attitude changed so abruptly in his back seat. Then he had a feeling he wasn’t going to get a good tip from this fare. Glumly, he returned his attention to the street ahead.