Title: A Certain Smile
Written by: FonzFan82 and LoveofVelma
Rating: T for adult situations, innuendos
Time was very important to Roger Graves. Time was money his father had drilled into him. And if you had enough money you could indulge him your heart's desires. Roger wasn't his real name and he wasn't rich but his tendencies were simple. Lightening lit up the medium priced motel room as one of his simple desires opened the bathroom door. The boom of thunder announced the arrival of a towel wrapped Cornelia.
"I hate storms." The slim, twenty – year – old girl stated for the fifth time this evening. The rain had started as a soft shower turning quickly to a real gully – washer. Cornelia repositioned the towel confirming the fact she wore nothing underneath; she spent the past hour proving just how unfathomable that knowledge was.
"When are you going to tell your wife about us? I hate sneaking around to see you for an hour at a time." The towel dropped and she pulled on a pair of black lace panties.
"Cornnie, you'll keep on sneaking as long as I'm paying for your condo and those jewels you like so much. My wife knows nothing about us and I fully intend to keep it that way. Now, get dressed and I'll drive you home." The threat in his voice was unmistakable and Cornelia did like the condo, jewels and the spending money; like the two hundred dollars he'd given her tonight. She decided this wasn't the time to tell him about the doctor's visit and the news that she was "in the family way" as her mother had called being pregnant. The temperature had dropped in the room as well as outside as she finished dressing. The wind had increased in force during their tryst, greeting them when they left the room.
Roger was normally a careful driver but tonight he was distracted by the raven – haired vixen sitting next to him in a mini dress that kept rising up her thigh. He took one hand off the steering wheel, letting it come to rest high on her inner thigh when the wind gust hit the car broadside. Roger's last thought before the car hit the tree head on was how much Cornelia hated storms. He never thought of his wife, waiting up at home for him.
Cassandra Fox paced back and forth on the thick carpet. Her husband often stayed in the city when the weather was bad. A streak of lightning flashed in the darkened sky and the following thunder-clap made her jump.
David usually called if he was going to be working late; there had been no call. All the warning signs were there: working late (and he had worked late often lately) and the lack of attention, both physical and emotional topped the list. Not for the first time, Cassandra wondered if there was another woman involved. And what would she do if she found out it was true?
The doorbell sounded hollow, reverberating through the quiet house. Cassandra fought the urge to laugh; if she did, she wasn't sure that she would be able to stop. Tightening her robe she opened the door. A police officer stood in clear rain gear; a grim expression on his face.
"There has been an accident…"
Cassandra became aware of two things simultaneously, that her peripheral vision was going black. She fell into growing blackness, only the quick actions of the police officer saved her from hitting the floor, and her life would never be the same.
Five years later, the day after Christmas…
Cassandra had recovered from the fainting spell if not the shock of David's death. The life insurance David had conveniently provided had allowed her to live comfortably. She sat on the sofa, next to her daughter, Annie; the room was warm without being hot but sweat beaded her upper lip. The moisture was not from the temperature but from what Annie had just asked. Annie was a good daughter, her mother's best interest at heart but what she asked was impossible. Subconsciously, she lifted her arm, a Kleenex wiping away the offending wetness. "Please, Mom, come with us. It'll be fun." Annie repeated, reaching out to cover her mother's hand.
"Thank you asking but I don't think so. You two go on and have fun." She referred to Annie and John, her son – in – law. "I want to get into a new mystery paperback I picked up today."
"You can read tomorrow. This is a one time concert and John has the tickets." Annie had always been like that, having an answer to every contingency.
"But I don't have anything to wear." An empty attempt to deflect Annie was correct of course. The blue dress was splendid even if it exposed more cleavage than she was comfortable with but the shawl could be used to block any fashion misadventure.
"Who are we going to see, if I decide to go." She had lost, best to just accept it.
"His name is Jay McCarey. He does the old songs; he does a great Elvis Presley impersonation." Annie accepted the offered defeat with grace.
"Well, that's settled. I guess I'd better get ready."
"It'll be fun, Mom. We'll pick you up at five, have a nice dinner before going to the theater." The two women rose, hugging, relieved that the battle was over.
After showering, Cassandra did feel somewhat better about going out. At forty – five, she was no teenage girl getting ready for the prom; her blond hair was natural and she still curved in the right places, if not as dramatic as in her younger days. Maybe tonight would be fun after all.