by Deb
Brenda had changed to go bicycling and was waiting in the living room when
Jax walked out of his closet wearing a sleeveless top and spandex bicycle
shorts. (Refer to the Month of July for proper illustration) As Brenda looked
at those long muscular legs partially wrapped in spandex she couldnt
help wondering whether or not speedo removal techniques would be effective
on that outfit.
When Jax saw that look on her face he smiled, shook his head and asked And
now who is incorrigible?
Is that a complaint about me admiring and lusting after the form and
attributes of my sexy husband?
Never.
The bicycle trip had to wait until the next day because after they both practiced
several methods of spandex removal they didnt have enough energy left.
Jerry was encouraged, Alexis had called and invited him to the hotel bar
saying they had to talk. When he arrived she was already at a table in the
corner, he ordered a drink and went to join her.
He sat down and said Hi gorgeous.
Jerry, Im going to get directly to the point. I need the truth
from you and Im not sure that I can really trust you.
Alexis, I may not always be able to tell you the truth, but I swear
to you on my mothers life that I will never lie to you.
Why are you actually here in Port Charles?
To pursue you. he said with a smile.
No, Im serious.
So am I and I always get what I go after.
Is this some type of wager or game that youre playing?
An intelligent perspective cynic, Im not going to be able to
get away with much with you. Roger said that you should be the subject of
one of our wagers, but I refused.
Why?
Because you are the first woman that I have met that I would prefer
having over winning the bet.
What do you want or expect from me?
Everything and nothing.
Jerry, this doesnt make any sense Im not your type and
youre certainly not mine.
Did you ever think that maybe weve just picked the wrong types
until now?
No, this attraction just doesnt make sense. We have nothing but
business in common.
I know you better than you think I do.
Oh really?
I bet I could take you on the perfect date.
Jerry, your idea of the perfect date would be to take two or three
women to bed for the weekend.
The laughter exploded out of him as he said Been there, done that and
three were too many for me even in my wild days. But youre going to
have to be more insightful then that.
Oh, so now you dont think I could come up with the perfect date
for you? Whats the bet? she asked.
Our future.
And who will decide the winner?
You. Its up to you anyway, Im here until I have you or
you convince me to give up and go away.
All right, Ill go first. Ill come by and pick you up tomorrow
at noon.
Sonny was in his penthouse trying to drink himself into oblivion. He was
getting close as he was interrupted by someone knocking on his door. It was
Miranda, when he opened the door she just walked in, looked around and walked
to the bar.
What are you doing here?
She poured herself a drink and one for him, handed it to him and said
Cheers.
Miranda, Im not in the mood for any of your games.
You don't even know what Im offering. She drained her drink
and nodded at him.
It wouldnt matter. Sonny replied as he finished the drink
she had given him.
Are you sure? she asked as she removed her clothes.
Miranda, I dont even like you. said Sonny as he began to
get dizzy.
What does that have to do with sex? she asked as she came forward
pulling his shirt open.
The rougher he got trying to get her away from him the more excited she became
and continued to remove his clothing.
You are one sick lady. he said as his body responded to what
his mind found revolting.
When Sonny woke up the next morning he had a splitting headache. He was alone
so he hoped that Mirandas visit had just been a bad dream. As he saw
his clothes tossed around the room he had to accept the ugly reality. He
checked his penthouse and noticed that someone had expertly searched through
his belongings, but he couldnt identify anything as missing.
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Part-9