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The Gate House :: Demille Nelson
Страница: 428 из 490But there are rules, spoken and unspoken, and that would really cross the line and serve no purpose other than making Susan think even less of her father than she already did. And yet I despised him so much, I actually thought about telling her. But that would raise other issues that didn’t need to be part of our future.
“John? Hello? Sex?”
“Didn’t we do it this morning?”
“No, you had sex with a seaman’s wife.”
“Right.”
I stood, locked the door, and took off my blazer.
Susan slipped off her panties, hiked up her skirt, and whispered, “Hurry, before my father comes home.”
So, recalling those half-clothed quickies we used to have in Stanhope Hall before we were married, I stripped from the waist down and lay on top of her, and she rested her legs on my shoulders.
One of the joys of sex with Susan Stanhope was knowing that I was also figuratively fucking her father. But this time, it was just Susan and me in the room, and it was great.
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
S usan and I had fallen asleep on the couch, and I was awakened by the ringing phone. It was dark outside, and the only light in the office was from a floor lamp that had been on when William and I had our talk.
I got up and made my way to the desk. The Caller ID showed Restricted, and the desk clock showed 9:32, though it seemed later.
I picked up the phone and said, “Sutter.”
Mr. Mancuso said, “Good evening, Mr. Sutter.”
I could hear noise in the background, men and women talking, but I had the feeling he wasn’t in his office or at home.
He said, “I have some news for you.”
I thought maybe they’d found Anthony eating spaghetti at Mom’s, and I said, “Good news, I hope.”
“News.”
I glanced back at Susan, who was stirring. I said to Mancuso, “Let me get Susan.” I put the phone on hold and said to her, “It’s Mancuso.”
She sat up, and I put the phone on speaker, then said to Mr. Mancuso, “We’re here.”
He said, “Good evening, Mrs. Sutter.”
She stood beside me and replied, “Good evening.”
He began by saying, “Just to let you know, Anthony Bellarosa did not show himself at his father’s grave, but his wife and kids did, and so did the rest of the family, including Anthony’s brothers and their wives and kids. They all had dinner at Anna’s house.”
Poor Megan. I knew, of course, by the tone of his voice that there was more news.
“John? Hello? Sex?”
“Didn’t we do it this morning?”
“No, you had sex with a seaman’s wife.”
“Right.”
I stood, locked the door, and took off my blazer.
Susan slipped off her panties, hiked up her skirt, and whispered, “Hurry, before my father comes home.”
So, recalling those half-clothed quickies we used to have in Stanhope Hall before we were married, I stripped from the waist down and lay on top of her, and she rested her legs on my shoulders.
One of the joys of sex with Susan Stanhope was knowing that I was also figuratively fucking her father. But this time, it was just Susan and me in the room, and it was great.
CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
S usan and I had fallen asleep on the couch, and I was awakened by the ringing phone. It was dark outside, and the only light in the office was from a floor lamp that had been on when William and I had our talk.
I got up and made my way to the desk. The Caller ID showed Restricted, and the desk clock showed 9:32, though it seemed later.
I picked up the phone and said, “Sutter.”
Mr. Mancuso said, “Good evening, Mr. Sutter.”
I could hear noise in the background, men and women talking, but I had the feeling he wasn’t in his office or at home.
He said, “I have some news for you.”
I thought maybe they’d found Anthony eating spaghetti at Mom’s, and I said, “Good news, I hope.”
“News.”
I glanced back at Susan, who was stirring. I said to Mancuso, “Let me get Susan.” I put the phone on hold and said to her, “It’s Mancuso.”
She sat up, and I put the phone on speaker, then said to Mr. Mancuso, “We’re here.”
He said, “Good evening, Mrs. Sutter.”
She stood beside me and replied, “Good evening.”
He began by saying, “Just to let you know, Anthony Bellarosa did not show himself at his father’s grave, but his wife and kids did, and so did the rest of the family, including Anthony’s brothers and their wives and kids. They all had dinner at Anna’s house.”
Poor Megan. I knew, of course, by the tone of his voice that there was more news.