Betrayal

It is 5:00 am the next morning, Saturday. Whitney is up before him. He turns over once and then reverses his position, hand swaying to find her naked body. Obviously, he doesn't . He opens his eyes to notice at once a blanket covering him. Confused by the existence of the cover and absence of Whitney next to him he shifts his eyes to see her standing alongside a dim lit lamp. He is in full endorsement of her appearance, so he stays quiet as he continues to admire her beautiful buck naked body. She leans forward to flick the ash of her cigarette into an empty cup that she found in the kitchen. She takes one final drag from the cigarette and then stuffs it completely out in the same cup. Her nakedness and the curves of her body remain in full view for Jimmy to admire. Her senses have now returned to a finely tuned instrument. With her back to him she says, "You seemed a little cold last night so I found the blanket on your bed." Her voice is soft and scrumptious sounding to his ears. He stays quiet while he continues to soak it all in. He hopes, really hopes, it's not another one of his erotic dreams. She continues, "Last night was good for me. I didn't realize how much I needed it. Thanks." She turns to face him with her sweet looking breasts looking directly at him. "How about you?" He takes in a deep swallow, astonished at how he is lost for words. He's never met anyone like her before. All he can do is to nod his head a few times. Then he coughs and takes in another gulp of needed air. He concludes this is the real thing, not a dream. "I was married for less than a year, something like that. I don't really want to remember. I thought I was happy. Maybe I just pretended to be happy, at least that's what the analyst said, to pretend to be happy and sane." She laughs in a guttural sound. She's not interested if he's listening or interested in her story. That's not the point. It's all about how she feels. "My husband ran off with his boyfriend. Can you believe that? I had no idea he was gay, none what-so-ever, honestly." She shakes her head a few times. "And so I had an affair with my analyst. Why not, I needed someone at that moment and it was costing me a ton of money for the sessions, so I figured I'd get the most out of the fee." She flickers her eyebrows, extends her arms forward and close to her sides with the palms up. "He told me I was a lame lay. I had no idea that I was so bad. Maybe that's what drove my former husband to change teams." She lets out another guttural laugh, tilts her head downward and slightly shakes it sideways a few times. Then she reaches for another cigarette and lights it up. While taking in a deep drag, she looks up towards the ceiling. "I apparently have a masculine disposition. I get aroused quickly, I climax prematurely, and I can't wait to get my clothes back on to leave. I seem to be inept at intimacy issues but I'm damn good at my work." She takes another long drag of the cigarette and blows the smoke into the open air. "Don't take this the wrong way. I enjoyed last night, but it's time for me to go. Don't try to get in touch with me. I'm not interested. I'm not much for commitments these days, except for work, so I'll betray you the first chance I get."