The Wager by Rosemary I Patterson PhD Read Free Book Online Page A

very rude to a dear friend of mine!"
    "You're coming home with me, right now!"
    John seized his mother's arm, pulled her up from her chair and started to drag her out to the parking lot. Dogzilla lunged, pulled over the table and snapped his leash. He went for Bea's son.
    "Freeze," Turk O'Brien commanded as plates, glasses and cutlery shot into the air, landed on the floor and smashed into a thousand pieces. Dogzilla dropped to the floor and froze on the spot. Trump was barking savagely and the table was moving around. Angus was covered in coconut milk from the remains of Bea's lava flow and howled pitifully.
    "Back off!" Turk shoved John Broughton away from his mother.
    "Police!" Orphelia shouted at the top of her voice.
    Bea felt tremendous embarrassment flowing through her. People in the main area of the restaurant were now staring at them through the glass wall.
    "A problem, Sir?" the manager of the restaurant spoke to Turk.
    "Call the police," Orphelia demanded. "That vicious dog is threatening my husband."
    The restaurant manager looked at Dogzilla sitting absolutely still and silent on the floor.
    "Doesn't look like it to me."
    "We were just leaving," Turk advised the manager. "Sorry about this mess. This should cover the bill and the damage."
    Turk handed the manager several large bills, freed Trump and Angus from the table, put his arm around Bea and moved the shaking woman toward the parking lot.
    "Dogzilla, come."
    The large Rottweiler followed but kept his eyes on John Broughton.
    "Mother, don't you dare go off with that man," John Broughton yelled at Bea's retreating back. She turned.
    "I don't know when I've been so ashamed of you John!"
    Bea allowed Turk to escort her out of the restaurant. The manager stepped in front of John Broughton when he tried to follow.
    By the time Turk drove back into Bea's driveway the rich food and the two cocktails had loosened Bea's usually strong moral conditioning. The dreadful scene made her feel extremely rebellious toward her son. When what Bea was now viewing as a sexy senior sensed receptivity and pulled her close
    against his powerful torso she offered no resistance. Following a deeply passionate kiss, Turk opened the garage door with Bea's remote, placed all three dogs in the backyard, returned to the car and carried an almost unconscious Bea up through her kitchen door, through the living room and onto her comfortable and luxuriously adorned bed in her bedroom. Turk did not turn on the light as he undressed both Bea and himself. He used the light of the full moon shining through the window to guide him to sensual areas in a display of foreplay that had Bea in ecstasy. Through a haze of sensuality she was experiencing sensations in areas she had not even known existed. By the time Turk allowed himself to reach completion Bea's sex life had been transformed forever.
    The next morning Bea awoke with the worst hangover she had ever experienced. She staggered out to the kitchen, swallowed several headache pills and found Turk cooking her breakfast in the kitchen.
    "All my love," he told her, planting a kiss on her forehead. Bea's heart fired up and an unfamiliar warmness settled around her heart.
    "He's so gorgeous and so romantic," she thought.
    Her positive moment was shattered, however, as Angus suddenly went into a barking ft at the front door. Bea peered out her window.
    "Oh, God!" she muttered. "It's John and Orphelia. I forgot they were coming this morning to take me on a tour of that Assisted Care Home."
    "I'll handle them for you," Turk offered.
    "No, I'll have to make peace somehow. For the sake of my grandchildren. Please go!"
    From her tone of voice Turk realised that it was important for Bea to take care of the matter. He nodded.
    "I'll take Trump. Call me when you want me to return him." Turk placed one of his cards into Bea's purse on the counter and headed for the back door blowing a kiss before he disappeared. Bea rushed to throw on some clothes as her son and