Authors: E.M. Flemming
I could feel him swelling bigger and bigger inside of me,
and going faster and faster, and I knew his climax was near. I was anxiously
awaiting his hot, sticky, manhood from sliding and creaming inside of me,
filling me to the brim. Eventually, he exploded and shot his silky sperm inside
of me until it overflowed. It was a hot sticky mess, and he grabbed the side of
my head and kissed me passionately, shooting his tongue back into my mouth
again.
Robert Dorning.
I was in heaven. I didn’t care anymore what happened. I just
wanted to be taken just like that, right there, over, and over again. I wanted
to let him have his way with me, and do whatever he wanted to do. I was willing
to do anything it took to be his; to be all his.
“So what’s bothering you?” I asked
Amy. We were sitting in an uptown coffee shop off Park Avenue, when she dropped
the bombshell on me.
“I think Robert’s cheating on me,” she said.
My heart sank. I gulped down hard. “What would make you
think that?” I asked.
“Woman’s intuition. I just have this feeling. You know the
kind of feeling you get sometimes when something just doesn’t feel right? Us
women are far better at picking up on this than men are. You know what I’m
talking about, right?”
Of course, I knew what she was talking about.
I knew exactly what she was talking about.
But, in fact, that woman’s intuition stems from a woman’s ability to better
read kinesics – body language – in other people. Us women are much
better at seeing the signs for when someone is lying to us, or when something
just doesn’t seem right. What people don’t realize is that, when they lie, they
give off certain physical and verbal cues that give them away. They don’t
realize it at the time, but it happens. And unless they are professional con
artists, it’s very difficult to hide those things.
It’s a little bit like playing poker. If you’ve heard of
something called a “tell,” it’s when another player knows someone is bluffing.
They may either blink a few times, scratch their ear, or do something else that
signals just what they’re thinking. They “tell” that they are bluffing through
their body language. Professional poker players are excellent kineseologists,
or students of body language. So when she told me she just had a sense that
Robert was lying, of course, she was right.
Little did she know, however, that her best friend – which
would be me – was sleeping with her husband. I’m not quite sure what she
would have said, had I come out and told her that “Yes, your husband is
cheating on you, and I’m the one he’s cheating on you with.” I think she would
have probably been in a state of shock for one, then she would probably have
had a nervous breakdown. The thought of that just wasn’t appealing to me. Plus,
I had an agreement with Robert Dorning. I was on a mission.
“I don’t know, Amy, this is so out of the blue. I thought
you guys were so in love? You’ve never told me about any problems that have
been on the horizon. I thought it was easy street with you two,” I said.
She didn’t look impressed. She knew she hadn’t come clean to
me in the past, and she had to spill the beans now. “Well,” she said, “ I guess
I haven’t been completely honest with you about things.”
“Oh?” Well, that was pretty obvious.
“Yes,” she said, “it’s been a really difficult time. It’s
been the worst year of our marriage thus far, and I feel like we’re drifting
further and further apart. I mean, we used to do things together all the time,
and now, it’s like we live our separate lives. He shuts me up with money, and
that’s fine to a certain extent, but I would rather have more of his time, than
his money.”
Well, that was a silly statement, I thought. “I still think
that you’re just jumping to conclusions.”
“I’m not. I’m most certainly not. For example, a few days
back, I smelled another woman’s perfume on his clothing. I mean, it was
obvious,” she said.
Wow, I’m very glad I didn’t wear any perfume that morning. “Well,
come on,” I said, “it’s entirely possible, but I don’t think it’s plausible. And
even if it is true, do you really think he could find someone who’s as
beautiful and as smart as you are?” Now I was laying it on thick.
“Well… I guess. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just overreacting,
Sara, what do you think? What are your thoughts? Am I just being overly
emotional here?”
“No. He’s your husband. Of course, you’re going to be overly
emotional about it. Anytime you’re in a relationships, emotions seem to take
over, and we all do and say things that maybe we shouldn’t.” I tried not to
smile. “But, no relationships is going to be perfect. The grass might not be
greener on the other side.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well, for example, I know I’ve never asked you this
question before,” I said, “but, have you never had eyes for someone else?
During the entire course of your marriage, have you never looked at another man
and felt like you wanted to devour him? Have you ever…” My voice trailed off as
I searched for the perfect words to ask.
Amy pursed her lips. I was watching her like a hawk. I was
looking for any tells that would give away a lie, or hide a secret from me. Spotting
a liar takes a lot of experience, and I’ve grown pretty good at the trait at
this point in my life.
Liars do several things both in their words and body
language, which make them easy to spot. Firstly, they are shifty – their
body movements don’t coordinate with their words. For example, they do things
like look off to the left a lot – which accesses the right side of the
brain, in charge of creativity. They also become more closed off, by either
crossing their legs, their arms, or moving their one hand to their other elbow
across their body. This closed off manner is something that’s instinctive. When
we were children, we would hide our hands behind our backs when we weren’t
telling the truth. Also, we would cower behind one parent as opposed to the
other to protect us when we lied. Well, hand crossing, eye movements, and
shiftiness are grown up versions of that.
When people lie, they also are much more verbose. They use a
lot of words when they could use fewer, in an effort to cover up their lies. If
a person is telling the truth, they will generally use fewer words, because
they have nothing to hide or to prove to anyone. And, liars use much more
profanity. When someone is lying, you will hear them curse much more often than
when they are not. These points have actually been proven in psychological
studies.
So, as I sat there with my “best friend,” and awaited her
answer, I continued to watch her carefully. I was being the worst friend
possible – I was being a rat. I was the one that was sleeping with her
husband, then going behind her back to try to scoop up information. Of course,
I had a lot on the line as well, but clearly I didn’t care that much about our
friendship.
“Well, no, I haven’t,” she said, “What would make you think
that?” Her answers were short and sweet. She then looked to me, and I didn’t
see her do anything strange with her body language. Had she actually been
faithful to him? I waited there in suspense for a moment while she continued
looking at me with a blank stare.
Was she telling the truth?
“So, you mean to tell me that you’ve never once –
never, ever, ever – in your entire relationship, looked at another man,
or been with another man in any way shape or form.” I was pressing her now. I
was grilling her like an interrogator.
“I don’t understand why you would sit here and think that I
would be capable of doing something like that. He and I have been together for
so long, why would I want to do that to him? Why would I want to ruin something
that’s so good? I was always good to him, and never did anything to him that
would remotely be considered as unfaithful.”
She was lying!
How did I know? Well, the biggest sign of them all in that
very verbose statement was the use of third-person pronouns. That would be
words like: he, she, him, her, his, and hers. A person uses third-person
pronouns when they’re lying to distance themselves from the truth, just like
they do when they close off their body language.
But, how was I going to get proof?
“Well, that’s not what I’m saying, Amy, I just think that…”
“You think what?” she asked. “Do you actually believe that
I’m capable of that? Do you actually believe that I would ruin something that’s
so good?”
Yes, she was certainly capable of it.
All women are capable of it.
Maybe I’m just a cynic, but it’s true.
That’s the real truth. “Yes, you’re capable of it, Amy, because all women are.
We all want what we can’t have.”
“Well, that’s just not me. I’m not capable of it, and I
don’t agree with you at all. I don’t think that all women are capable of that.”
“I guess we can
agree to disagree, then,” I said.
She gave me another blank stare, and continued to argue with
me for another thirty minutes as to why she wasn’t capable of it. She was
totally lying. Now, I just had to uncover the truth. “I guess so,” she remarked
coldly.
I had to change the subject. “Okay, well, let’s talk about
something else. I’m sorry I’m not being more supportive of you, maybe I just
live in this fantasy world of fiction.”
“Like your books?” she said, coldly.
“Like my books? I thought you said you didn’t read my
books?” In fact, Robert Dorning had admitted that not only did she read my
books, but that she
loved
my books.
“Well, I don’t.” she looked away.
“You don’t? Then how would you know anything about my
books?”
“Well, I’ve read the descriptions of them.” She was lying
right to my face now. Why did she not want to admit to me that she had read my
books? What was she afraid of?
“Sounds like you’ve read more than that,” I said, and
smiled.
I had caught her. She was lying the entire time, but she was
a good liar. She was a good liar because I guess I never really thought to pay
close attention to it, or never really cared that much. But there was something
hidden there. Something sadistic. I knew it. I could feel it, and I was going
to find out. I was going to find it all out somehow.
When a person like Robert Dorning
makes you an “Offer you can’t refuse,” you don’t just throw it to the wayside.
When a person like that offers you something that you’ve always wanted, you go
after it, and you go after it with a vengeance. Now, most people may call me a
bad person, or a really bad friend, but I’m simply an opportunist. What can I
say? In this world, it’s survival of the fittest, and we’re programed for
something called
selfish survival.
Well, that’s our instinct, anyways. We will do whatever it takes to survive.
But us humans, we’re here to do more than just survive
– we’re here to thrive. We all want to thrive in every way possible.
Think about it? Don’t you want to thrive? Don’t you want a better life for
yourself? Of course you do. We all do, which is why we’re always looking for
the next best thing. We are looking to thrive, and as a woman, I certainly want
to thrive. I want to thrive by bedding the most eligible man who can carry my
seed. It’s true. We are genetically predispositioned to go after the best male
to carry our seed; it’s just that we all go about it a little bit differently.
So, my little arrangement with Robert Dorning was definitely
all about thriving. I wanted him, and I wanted him bad. I wasn’t thinking about
the potential fallout. I now knew that if Amy got wind of what was going on,
all hell would break loose. But did I care? Not really. I wasn’t really that
concerned with Amy, because I knew she had something hiding in her own closet.
I just had to find it. I had to figure out a way that I could access her
skeletons. But how? Robert Dorning said he had used private investigators in
the past, but they weren’t able to uncover anything. How was I going to dig up,
what they couldn’t?
I knew there was really only one way to do it. I knew that I
would have to catch her in the act. I would have to bait her, in order to get
the dirt on her. That was the only way. And the only way to bait her, was going
to be to take her out and get her completely intoxicated, to the point where
she threw all her caution to the wind. And I was going to be right there. I was
going to be right there with a camera, to capture of all of the juicy action as
it happened.
That was my plan.
I picked up the phone to call Amy. “Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” she said back.
“I wanted to apologize to you for the other day at coffee. I
know I may have come across kind of rude and inconsiderate,” I said.
“I was just about to say the same thing to you. You know,
this has been a difficult time for me, and I feel like Robert is distancing him
self more and more, so I’m lashing out. You’re really the only close friend
that I have. I don’t know what I would do with out you. You’ve always been
there for me, Sara.”
Now she was laying it on thick. “ Thanks, I appreciate that.
I’ve always considered you my best friend.” Another lie from me.
“Thanks, that means so much to me.”
“Well, there’s another reason that I’m calling, actually,” I
said.
“Yeah?”
“I wanted to make it up to you. I think we need a girls
night out. I think we need to gather a few close friends, head out on the town,
and really tear things up. It’s been forever since we’ve done anything like
that together.”
“That actually sounds like such a good idea,” she said.
Yes! Score! “Okay, great, how does this weekend sound, then?
What are your plans? Are you in town?” She was always leaving town for some
function or event. You lead that life when you’re married to a billionaire.
That’s my future life she was living.