Silence Before the Storm

It would turn out to be fortunate that Mrs. Taylor chose the next day to reveal the blackmailer as her recently, ‘late’, husband. Unsavory business practices, such as industrial and corporate espionage tends to leave lasting enemies, as Mr. Taylor found out the hard way.

The day after Ashley Doe chose to become your lover, instead of daughter; Mrs. Taylor was standing dressed in a form fitting elegant dress that she knew John liked, on the front porch.

Unfortunately, for Mrs. Taylor it is raining and she is positively drenched; which probably is ruining her dress.

The two of you stood there staring at each other for several long moments. Part of you wants to run your hands around her waist and hair before pressing her body to yours and kissing her. That is something you have done many times in the past, and she favored you choosing to be aggressive with her.

However, you were with your daughter, Ashley, now and the whole business with the blackmailing has left you with a distaste for keeping secrets, especially from those you love.

Mysteriously, Mrs. Taylor already knows. Her eyes convey her intrepidation at this encounter, and her fear.

The silence from the doorway, causes Ashley to come and investigate. The **** photos was the first time she had seen Mrs. Taylor. Though even from the photos it is clear she is crazy gorgeous with her lithe and svelte slim body, blond hair, sky blue eyes, and Asian facial architecture.

“You are just going to let Mrs. Taylor keep standing out there in the rain John?” Earlier she explained she is starting to use your first name to help you both mentally create a ‘different’ relationship than father-daughter. Of course, though the two of you will always be that.

Blushing you bow slightly and step out of the way, physically offering Mrs. Taylor entrance. She accepted with her seasoned and exceptional grace. She didn’t start out that way but she had quickly become a creature of high society in the decade of her marriage with Mr. Taylor.

“Where is Mr. Taylor? And to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” Ashley asks in place of a tongue tied John.

Offering Ashley a waning and warm smile, Mrs. Taylor replies “Dead…”

It takes a moment before even Ashley could mentally process a response to that news. “Wha-what…?… If you will forgive my rudeness, but you don’t seem the grieving widow.”

“Of course I do, love, and that is because it is exceptionally difficult for me to forgive a man who tricked me into being impregnated by your father… he altered my medication, that is while he was blackmailing you and your father.”

Stunned, you find your voice though fail to think of what you are saying before you say it: “So you killed him?”

Giggling as if that is the funniest thing you have said in a while Mrs. Taylor walks up to you and gently caresses you and surprisingly Ashley.

“I’ve seen the photos and tapes of you and your daughter. You were exceptionally foolish to believe anything Renold would just let you go. However, no I was here when he died in Mexico during his recent hostile takeover; And thus was unable to strangle him myself.”

The coarse words coming from Mrs. Taylor’s sophisticated mouth, voice, and mannerisms is astounding. She is twenty-eight years old and spent half her life married to a man she loved at first, before that love turn to hate and disgust. She has been in a couple movies even, but that is mostly to further the public esteem for her former husband.

“Alison, I…”

Alison cuts you off before you can continue; However, she is now concentrating on a bewildered Ashley who just lets herself be seduced by the slightly older woman. She had played around with Cindy during a couple of their many sleepovers, until now any serious consideration of being intimate with other women escaped her.

“Ssshhh, John, I told you that I know. I would have come over the moment I heard of his **** but I was curious and opened a few of his recently ‘revealed’ folders on this computer. What I saw caused me to do some soul searching.

“What I found is that I find your… Ashley to be very entrancing too… you are a very exceptional young woman, much more than I was at your age. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here…

“I am grateful for being here though, and I hope you will afford me the opportunity to join the union with yourself and John. He can attest to my normal reserved nature but I feel I could provide a buffer against reasoning with Mrs. Melissa Doe.”