Feature Writer: Mark Gander /
Feature Title: THE HONEY DEW LIST 7 /
Published: 01.12.2016
Copyright: © 2016 by Mark Gander
Story Codes: MF, FF, MM, Bi, Drug-use, Hypnosis, Paranormal, Incest, BDSM, Anal, Pegging, Pregnancy, Squirting, Voyeurism, WS, Violent /
Synopsis: A little play on words here. Damien Martin is right on the verge of dumping his rather demanding live-in girlfriend Cassidy Lassiter, when she surprises him with a new “honey-do list” that isn’t so bad after all. /
The Honey Dew List
Chapter 7
If Damien thought that his day would be even halfway normal, he was dead wrong, of course. Tara having gotten busy reviewing her material for her article about the mall Santa, Damien expected that he would be mostly left alone to do his editing, but that just wasn’t to be. Almost immediately, there was a knock at the door of the Volunteer’s office building, which with the Chief and other seniors still absent, resulted in an irate visitor showing his face, and he wasn’t alone. Lauren stood with her husband of just six months, Lewis Harris, attorney representing one Stanley Forrester, who just happened to be Cassidy’s ex-fiance. From the agitated and nervous facial expressions, Damien surmised that she would rather be anywhere but here.
“Alright, sir, where the fuck is Amos Clark and why hasn’t that stupid … boy listened to reason? I warned his sorry ass that there will be consequences if he doesn’t leave us alone! I will not have it, do you hear me? This is a new day and we don’t have to put up with his kind much longer, not once Barry leaves office!” Lewis clearly tried for intimidation, but just as clearly censored himself from being an obvious racist jackass as he had been on the phone.
“Amos Clark is a highly respected member of our team, sir, so I strongly urge you cease and desist harassing him, or else our own legal counsel might have to respond in kind,” Damien warned Lewis, confident that the Chief would back him up in that.
Lewis became livid and he pointed the finger directly at Damien, who currently served as the face of the Volunteer in the Chief’s and seniors’ absence, “You’re going to be sorry. Isn’t that right, Lauren?”
“Actually, it’s I that am sorry, Lewis … Damien. I’m sorry that I dealt and put up with this crap for so long. Lewis, bullying the press doesn’t work like harassing and intimidating your staff does. My apologies, Damien. I thought that perhaps he would try a more sensible approach. Clearly, he hasn’t caught on that the Fourth Estate can still hold their own and still have jobs to do, even in Trump’s America. I sometimes wonder how Lewis passed his bar exam or even graduated law school. Did you bully the administration into that? Perhaps you’re in the wrong line of work, honey. The incoming Justice Department could probably use a man like you, who is into pushing people around.
“As far as lawyers are concerned, get yourself one, because I’m so fucking done with this marriage! You have embarrassed me for the last time! In front of my ex-boyfriend, no less, too! Here, take back your damn wedding band, too! I want a divorce!” Lauren told her husband, right in front of Damien, much to the astonishment of both of them.
Lewis surprisingly became much more conciliatory now, “That won’t be necessary, babe. I’ll behave. I just got a bit … upset, that’s all, and I overreacted. My apologies, Mr. Martin. It won’t happen again. I promise you that. Lauren, please be reasonable! I’m trying to build our future for our family and all that!”
Clearly, it had occurred to the lawyerly side of Lewis, Damien thought with amusement, that if divorced from him, Lauren could be required to testify against him in court. That, far more than any other reason, sexual, financial, romantic, or whatever, judging from the man’s panic, was behind his attempt to mollify and placate the missus. Then again, if Lauren was as good in bed as she had been in the past, perhaps even better, her sexual talents would be very hard to replace. It was one thing for a lawyer to find bedfellows … those leeches always could impress a young woman with ambitions and dollar signs in her eyes. It was quite another to replace a woman who not only knew her way around a man’s body, but also gave herself to a man with as much passion as she had with Damien (it never occurred to Damien that Lauren would give anything less than her best to any man that she was with, so he didn’t realize that much of her enthusiasm in the bedroom was due to her strong attachment to him).
Lewis could be loathe to lose a lover with that much ardor, Damien thought to himself, not even noticing the way that Lauren looked at him, nor the way that her lump formed in her throat from being in his presence. However, once he broke himself away from his internal reflections, he saw some real steel forming in his ex-girlfriend’s jaw and exasperation in her eyes. She was so fucking done with Lewis, he could just tell. That was good for those seeking to implicate Lewis in his client’s organized crime activities and very bad news for Lewis himself. Amos Clark, Damien himself, the Volunteer editorial board and staff, and the authorities would all want a piece of Lewis’s hide to nail to the wall, and it was likely that whatever they didn’t get, Lauren would plunder in her divorce.
“Forget it, Lewis. Don’t ‘honey’ or ‘babe’ me! I’m done with you! You’ll be hearing from my attorney! I won’t ever be bullied or pushed around again! I’m going to make you pay for the Hell that you dragged me through, you racist, sanctimonious son of a bitch! Count on your own life going down the drain when I’m done with paying you back! You’ve treated me like the ‘little woman’ for the last time, you motherfucking thug!” Lauren slapped Lewis on the face, something that Damien generally disapproved of, thinking of it as abuse, but in this case, he was ready to make an exception just for Lewis Harris.
Lewis started to strike Lauren back, but Damien glared at him and waved his finger, “If you leave now, security won’t have to show you the door, but if you lay a hand on her, your ass is going to jail, buddy! Count on it!”
Lewis scowled at both of them, but he stormed off in spite of his rage, not even bothering to try to convince Lauren at this point. She had made it plain to even him that they were history as a couple. She had sent him packing, as it were, being tired of his bullshit and his viciousness, to say the least. The moment that he was gone, though, was the real shocker, as she didn’t hesitate to plant a lip lock on Damien’s mouth.
“Time to confess … I came along just so that I could dump his ass in front of you, and then give you a kiss that makes it plain where you stand with me. Shocked? Yeah, I was, too, when you had a revenge fuck with Marina. I didn’t realize that you could get so angry and vindictive, and it frankly scared me in ways. The truth was, though, that I was easily intimidated by Lewis, both to sleep with him, and then to dump you. It was a huge mistake, of course.
“That, in the end, was the true reason that we broke up … I was too easily pushed around and bullied by Lewis to do things like that. I should have stood my ground, broke it off with him for good, and sat down to talk it over with you. I was so … so wrong. However, I’ve made a decision, and I hope that it doesn’t sound too insane. No more … no more living without you. I’m done with it. I’m devoted to you … I might be a slut, but I’m your slut for life, whether you’ll have me or not. You own me now. Period. If that sounds like a stalker, so be it.
“This is a unilateral choice and I understand if you don’t feel comfortable with it at first. You don’t owe me anything. This is my personal decision. It is unconditional and I will never change my mind. I don’t care if you have a wife, a girlfriend, or both. I don’t care if you’re engaged. I don’t care about any of that. If you never take me up on it, so be it. I belong to you, sir, and you’re stuck with me. It’s like that Dido song, ‘White Flag.’ I’m in love with you and I’ll take the consequences, whatever they are. I’m yours. This is a standing invitation to do whatever you wish with me, too.
“So, deal with it, mister, because I already got all stupid and dumped you once, and I never make the same mistake twice. From now on, I’m your property for life and the only way to get rid of me is to kill me. Period. And I know that you’re far too good of a man to do that, sir! One way or the other, I’m going to win your love back. I don’t care how long or hard the road is, or how tough things might be, how many setbacks I might have, I will never give up on our love,” Lauren truly amazed him now, making him white as a ghost.
“Wow … I never expected this. Awkwardness, sure. Regrets. Nostalgia. Granted. But this … look, I won’t string you along, but I need to get back to you on this one. This is … mind-blowing, earthshaking, staggering, even. For now, give me your number, and I will get back to you. I swear it. Have I ever lied to you, Lauren?” Damien told her as he looked into the pools of her eyes, seeing the pain and yearning in them … for him, no less.
Damn it, Damien thought, as he returned to work … you can never really know a woman, even after two years of living with her. What a surprise! Of all the exes to still love him that deeply, Damien would never have pegged Lauren as the first to make her move and the most adamant about winning him back … Surprise, surprise…
THE END OF CHAPTER SEVEN