Illusion of Luck by Robert Burton Robinson Read Free Book Online Page B

reading
silently.
    When I think about all the fun we’ve had
together and all the great times in the sack, it just blows my
mind. Remember that time we went at it all night long?
    So, if this thing with Cynthia doesn’t work
out, I’ll be back, Baby. And I hope you understand that I do love
you very much. But Cynthia gives me the respectability I need for
my job at the church.
    So, wish me luck!
    Greg.
    A single tear rolled down Cynthia’s
face.
    “ What’s wrong,
Sweetie?”
    “ Nothing.”
    “ Then why are you
crying?”
    “ Because…it’s just so
sweet.”
    The necklace was obviously intended for
someone else, she thought. Some tramp named Cindy that Greg had
been sleeping with on the side.
    But, no. Greg would never do
that. He couldn’t stand to hurt Cynthia. And the note was not even
in Greg’s handwriting—it was typed. It could be from anybody. Anybody who
was trying to break them up.
    But who in the world would be so cruel?

    Chapter 9

    When he yanked her blouse open, the buttons
flew into the air and landed on the floor and the bed, and behind
the dresser. But she was too busy unzipping his pants to notice.
Then he kicked each foot to shed his business Florsheims and
removed her bra faster than a backstage assistant at a fashion
show.
    He pulled down her skirt and then her
panties. She kicked them off her feet and jumped backward onto the
bed. He leaped between her legs with his boxers around his
socks.
    The couple was pumping like wild animals,
oblivious to the woman standing in the back yard with a video
camera. The sheers across the window offered no privacy
whatsoever.
    Rebecca was disgusted, but happy. He’s dead
meat now, she thought. “Men are such dogs,” she whispered to
herself.
    Then she remembered she had company. She
looked down at the mutt sitting beside her. “Sorry. You’re nothing
like that slime ball.”
    The dog looked at the window and barked.
    Rebecca panicked. The couple was still going
at it. But she didn’t want to push her luck. She hit the stop
button and began to walk around to the side of the house. The dog
was at her heels. She prayed it wouldn’t bark again or bite her on
the ankle.
    Then she heard the back door open.
    “ Who’s out there?” he
yelled.
    She hurried to the sidewalk and headed
toward her car, which she had parked down the block.
    That was close, she thought. He heard the
bark, but didn’t want to investigate until he was done. Mr. Big
Shot really knew how to satisfy a woman. The sweaty gymnastics had
lasted a mere two minutes.
    She opened her cell phone as she drove
away.
    “ Hello?”
    “ Hi. This is Rebecca
Ranghorn. Sorry to call you so late.”
    “ That’s okay.”
    “ We’ve got him. Got him cold
on video.”
    “ What’s her name?” she
demanded. “Where does she live?”
    “ Now, settle down. I’m not
going to give you her name right now. Don’t want you going over
there and blowing her head off.”
    “ I wouldn’t do that. I don’t
even have a gun.”
    “ Yeah. One time a client
told me that, but then after I gave her the woman’s name, she went
out and bought a gun.”
    “ And she killed the
woman?”
    “ No. She accidentally shot
herself in the leg. But she would
have tried to kill her if she hadn’t
shot herself first. So, I don’t take chances anymore. But, believe
me—your cheating husband is going to agree to a very nice divorce
settlement after we threaten to give this video to his
self-righteous boss.”
    “ Yeah. He’d get fired for
sure if Mr. Morris ever saw it. So, what are they doing on the
video—kissing and making out?”
    “ A lot more than that. And
he didn’t even use a condom.”
    “ So, they actually
had sex ?”
    “ I’m afraid so.”
    “ Oh! That makes me so mad.
He said he was getting the vasectomy so I wouldn’t have to go
through the ordeal of having my tubes tied. But his real reason was so
he could go out and—” She began to sob.
    “ I’m sorry. I know this is
tough. But the