Excerpt from "Fantasies of a Married Woman"
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as I get busy finishing the story
Flathead valley was considered the wilderness. And what a beautiful wilderness it was. The sun was setting leaving its stunning orange radiance on the water. You could see the main house from the cottage and the night lights were beginning to come on. The rustic big house was all aglow. The crickets were singing and the first few lighting bugs could be seen with sudden flashes of light in the distant. There were still traces of snow but the breeze in the air showed signs of spring.
Lamar had retired to his room in the bunkhouse for the evening so I thought I would take a walk down the trail to the lake. I was glad we had no signings scheduled for today. I was tired and ready for a little down time. The windy path with its cobble stone floor was still covered with traces of last falls shaken foliage. Mixed with the frozen earth it made my steps crackle as I went.
As I arrived at the dock I noticed a light coming from the cabin and I could hear the low sound of music.
“Well hello.” I heard the deep sexy voice. Suddenly out of the shadows he stepped. It was Jake and he was looking fine.
“Good evening.’ I replied as I took his out stretched hand and stepped aboard the boat.
“Never thought wishes came true .” He smiled. “Would you care for something to drink? He asked as he gestured me toward the little bar and pulled out the stool so I could sit down,
“Thank you and yes please. What ever you are having will be fine.” I replied.
As a glanced across the counter I saw my book. I was trying to read the poem it was turned to when Jake sat the champagne glass down in front of me.
“I hope it is just the right color of rose.” He said as he raised his own glass. “I have already had three of these things and I am feeling real well. I think you are right. A Mister’s delight was the answer to the question. It goes with the cool night and the sound of the gulls. I bet that hot tub up at the cottage is steaming. I hear it calling my name.” He sighed as he leaned back against the bar and gazed up at the night sky.
He had read my poem. I was flattered as I listen to him recite it to me.
The sight of his sexy features and the moon shinning on his dark skin was a little more than I cared to have to deal with right now. The temptation was great. But I had never been unfaithful to Morgan. I had fantasized about moments like this, but I never thought I would put myself in a situation where it might happen. I kept trying to justify my feelings in my mind and that I had a right but in my heart I knew it wasn’t. No matter how mean Morgan was to me. I had morals and I didn’t want to become like him.
At that moment Jake and I made eye contact. Oh no I thought here it comes. I couldn’t move and I couldn’t resist as he took me in his strong arms and pressed his lips against mine.
“You’re a lonesome women, Faith.” Jake said as he brushed my hair behind my ear. “I see the hurt in you eyes and I hear the soft cry in your voice. Who have you let suppress you to this point. You are too beautiful to not be a proud elegant lady. And very talented as well. You have a lot to offer a man. I lost my wife two years ago. She was a lot like you, independent, strong and took care of her man. I miss her more than words could say.
You too would be missed. Some one just doesn’t realize that until it is too late. Then he will regret destroying the one thing that he desired the most. I don’t know why men do that. Maybe they feel threaten by a women with a little brains. But you have to lose one before you learn to appreciate it. And by then it is too late.” Jake said “So much for the gloom.” He laughed as he pulled the bottle of tequila out from under the bar.