Elle's obvious lying to me about her interlude with Allen had me dreaming up all kinds of scenarios on how to deal with the provocation. The fact that I'd known she would ignore my instructions, her new found freedom from all societal norms allowing her to act in any way she desired... did nothing to dissuade my thinking.
The other thing that this tryst between the two of them had proved...? I had been correct about Allen being "all talk" when faced with an aggressive female. Had Elle not opened her hoodie to expose her breasts, then asked him to touch then... nothing would have happened and she would have been right when she told me he hadn't moved when she initially offered him those opportunities.
Sometimes human nature was as easy to read as Dr. Seuss's, "
Cat in the Hat
."
On Saturday night, I had plans to take her to the "Halloween Party" at our Sex Club, "" There, I would find subtle ways to debase her... while slowly divulging the fact that I knew that she had betrayed me.
But before that happened... Mia sent me an Email asking, "Can you take me to a Halloween Party?"
"When?" I replied, starting the thread.
"Friday night... it's a costume party."
"Which Friday night, this week or next?"
"This Friday and I know that's two days away, but I'd really like you to come with me. I know it's short notice and if you have other plans I'll understand."
I'd already alerted my wife that I was going to a basketball game with some friends on Saturday night... but could I pull off a "doubleheader?"
"Let me check." I answered, figuring if I needed to disappoint someone... at this point it would be Elle.
An hour later, I contacted Mia, "Dinner reservations at 8:00... where do I pick you up and what do I wear?"
She replied immediately, "Thank you Thank you Thank you..." and gave me an address in the City. "There is a "Military" theme to the Party, but you can really wear anything you'd like. Pick me up earlier and we can have a drink before dinner. And, ThankyouThankyou! I love you! XOXOXO.
What she then added as a "PS" at end of her message... had me wide awake for the next 48 hours... "Oh and you really can wear anything you want, because I'm not going to be wearing much at all so I'm sure we'll match."
I told my wife another friend had gotten tickets for Friday night's game too, so all of us were going to both games.
No problem... because she only cared about Sports if my sons or I were playing.
I decided not to spend any money for some stupid costume and to stick with the "Sports" theme for the weekend. When I was married to my first wife, seven years of sheer Hell, but luckily with "No hits, no runs and nobody left on base," I'd found ways to stay out of the house in as many ways as possible... when I wasn't working. One was "Officiating" high school football games. It was fun, I got paid to do it and I loved working with the kids. After my business's started to grow, I had to give it up... but by that time I was separated and soon to re-marry... well you know how that had worked out.
The Officials uniform still fit and I'd kept the whistle and Penalty Flags.
I picked Mia up at a girlfriend's apartment, early as requested and we arrived at the restaurant twenty minutes early. The hostess was willing to seat us right away, but I opted to go to the bar and sit with Mia and ask why she'd been so insistent on my escorting her to this party?
After a skeptical look at her ID, our obviously gay bartender Joel, served our drinks and then played "5 Guesses" as to why we were together in the restaurant. Her wardrobe selection might have led him to believe that she was something other than, "... your niece," but as he would cruise past, taking or delivering drink orders, he'd flippantly throw a guess our way.
With tight satin pants, which showcased her tight little butt, a dark burgundy semi sheer gauze blouse, with a deeply dropping cowl front, showing off the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra and a short waisted black leather jacket and matching high heels that added a slightly "Punk" feel to the ensemble, I thought she looked perfectly respectable for a Friday night date. But seeing the tiny "clutch" handbag she carried caused me to wonder where she was hiding her costume... unless her cautionary "... I won't be wearing much," meant just that?
However that worked out would be determined later, as we now fielded Joel's guesses as to our relationship. His first, "You're his grandchildren's au pair?" made us laugh, "You're training her to be your Administrative Assistant?" made us and the young couple next to us laugh, "She's your maid's niece... who you've offered to send to a Culinary Arts College and you're here to show her that Frosted Flakes and Pop Tarts and not a staple of everyone's diet...?" before finally suggesting, "You found her on the back page of the Phoenix's "Personals" section?" had the couples on both sides of us laughing...
Mia stopped the game, as the Hostess came to escort us to our table, with, "No... I invited him out tonight and we are going to have a very nice evening together to help raise money for a young, wounded, Marine."
"We are?" I thought.
That made everyone around us turn and look, before she added, taking the twenty I'd been holding as a tip and dropping on the bar... "And you can only hope that you'll meet a man as smart, as funny, as generous and as loving as this man."
With that we turned away... but Mia stopped, turned around and stepped back to the bar. Leaning forward she looked directly at him and said, "Your fifth guess should have been for me, "You're paying him to escort you out tonight?" and I would have answered, "Yes."
Dinner was a treat, although I must confess that I had been a little nervous about Mia's behavior in such an "adult" setting. While she'd been great at the bar... now sitting in the middle of a room where the average age of the diners was probably five years older than me, she was the perfect tablemate, offering comments on whatever the subject of the conversation, having two glasses of wine with dinner and politely refusing our waiters offer to add a shot of Bailey's to her espresso.
However, as we waited for the for the Valet attendant to retrieve my car, she suddenly looked at me... teeth clenched, saying, "Those fucking people are complete assholes!"
"What people?" as I looked around.
"Those people that were sitting around us," as the kid stopped the car in front of us, then holding the open door for Mia...
Once inside, she looked at me and continued, "... the ones that were looking at us like I had a tattoo on my forehead that said, "Hooker!"
"Baby," trying not to smile, "if Joel thought we looked like a odd couple... I can only imagine what the people around us were thinking. But I do know one thing... just seeing me looking at you, they knew you weren't my daughter."
"That's no reason to show such disrespect," she fumed, "all the fucking men were looking at my tits... and their bitches were looking too... but that didn't stop them from acting like they were so much better than us!"
Turning in the seat, I took her hand and kissed the top of it.
She gave me a look and then a really slight smile.
"Mia," still holding her hand, "when all of those people leave the restaurant tonight... do you think they'll be talking about the lettuce in their salad? No, they'll be talking about us. And tomorrow morning, as they're drinking their coffee and eating their toast, they'll still be talking about us..."
Looking at me, she took off her jacket, her eyes telling me to keep talking.
"But what they'll really be thinking... the men will be thinking about how hot you are... and how none of them could keep their eyes off your chest... and how lucky I was because I was looking straight down your blouse..."
And she pulled that blouse up over her head, dropping it on the floor in front of her... now sitting next to me completely topless, her eyes still asking me to continue...
"And their wives will be remembering how their husbands use to look at them the same way... and while all of that is happening... you and I will be enjoying the rest of our evening together, enjoying the party... if we ever get there!"
Taken aback, she looked around and discovered we were still parked right where the attendant had left us, he and another attendant, along with one of the couples that had sat to our right, staring through the window at her.
