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I argued vigorously against it with my Uncle Mike. It was just wrong, and I didn't want any part of it. However, my big, burley uncle with the killer good looks and matching personality finally wore me down. The clincher was when he put his arm around my shoulders, gave me a hearty squeeze and said, "After all, we're family." Against my better judgment, I agreed to make the call.
At that time I was fresh out of law school, had passed the bar exam, and was recently admitted to practice. I was fortunate to snag an associate's position with the largest and most prestigious firm in the state and was assigned to the insurance liability section of the firm's trial division in the main office in Miami.. The firm represented a number of large insurance companies, and the trial lawyers defended the companies' insureds when they were sued. On the plus side, it was exciting work, and I loved it. I was assigned to a team working under one of the best lawyers in America, and the experience that I was accumulating was invaluable. On the down side, it was highly stressful work, and I had to put in long hours at the firm. All of the young associates, including myself, were expected to sacrifice their personal lives upon the altar of "billable hours", and it wasn't at all uncommon for me to put in six twelve to fourteen hour days per week at the office. During a trial where I was involved, the work days often stretched to sixteen, eighteen and even twenty hours.
So here I was, a young, relatively good looking professional guy with a good wardrobe, a nice car and a great apartment, but I had almost no social life. Oh, I sometimes downed a few drinks with my fellow associate-slaves after work and had an occasional date or attended a party on the weekends, but, for the most part, my personal life was a virtual desert. The only oasis in that desert was my Uncle Mike's home on Sundays. I spent almost every Sunday afternoon there with Mike, his lovely wife Jennifer, and their three year old son, Jason. I would join them after they returned from church, and usually Jennifer would then cook and serve the most marvelous meals. Sometimes, however, we dined out at a restaurant. Afterward, Mike and I would watch a ball game, play with Jason, or we would all do something together. It was a welcome break from the daily stress of my life.
Mike was my Dad's youngest brother. He was the baby of the family and was about thirty-four when I took the job in Miami. His intelligence, good looks and personality had made him a rising star in the firmament of the power company where he was already a vice-president. People just gravitated to him, and I'm told that Mike had been quite the ladies' man prior to his marriage to Jennifer. Ah, Jennifer! She was the perfect compliment to Mike, for she was loveliness incarnate. She had been a model until she became pregnant with Jason, and after he was born she and Mike decided that she should stay home and be a full time mother. Yet even at thirty-two and after the trials of pregnancy and childbirth, Jennifer had not lost her model's figure. Her long blond hair flowed onto her shoulders like honey, and her creamy complexion was offset by her azure eyes and full pink lips. Her smile was like the sun bursting through an overcast, and when she laughed the gods sighed. Her figure was, in a word, "succulent". Although moderate in size, her breasts were full and insolent. As Jackson Browne wrote, "She had points of her own, sitting way up high". Her hips were trim, and only God could create something that could move the way that they did. Her shapely legs went from here to eternity, and her ass...... her ass! Helen of Troy's face may have launched a thousand ships, but Jennifer's tight, heart-shaped buns could have launched at least ten thousand more. Moreover, her beauty was matched by her intelligence and wit, and her very best feature was her kind, generous, and loving personality.
As you may have guessed by now, I fell hopelessly in love with Jennifer the moment I first saw her notwithstanding the fact that she was at least six years my senior and was my Uncle Mike's wife. However, my fall was nothing unusual. There wasn't a heterosexual man alive who, after having met Jennifer, didn't fall in love with her or at least lust after her in his heart. I did both, but as beautiful and sensual as she was, Jennifer never even hinted that she was anything other than a loving and faithful wife. And until that fateful Sunday, I was content to worship her from afar.
I slept late that Sunday, a luxury that I permitted myself one day of the week, but when I awakened I felt uneasy. I felt guilty, and I hadn't even done anything wrong yet. I tried to drown those feelings in coffee and distract myself with the Sunday paper, but it didn't work. I'm basically a very honest person, and I was very unhappy that I had agreed to do what Mike had asked of me. But there was no way out. Finally, around eleven, I showered, shaved, dressed and otherwise prepared to go over to Mike's place. Around noon, just before I left, I made the call. Mike picked up the phone.
"Hey Uncle Mike," I said cheerlessly.
"Hello Bob," he responded. "What's up?"
My name's not Bob, and I knew that I didn't need to reply. However, I said, "I'm about ready to leave to come over there."
Then Mike went into his litany of lies. He went on about generators and emergency procedures and asked about the extent of the power outages, etc. It was total bullshit, and I was helpless to do anything about it. As he went on, however, my anger rose in my gorge, and I finally interrupted him to say angrily, "You know, Uncle Mike, you really are a pluperfect prick! I can't believe that you're pulling this bullshit on Jennifer."
His only response was, "Okay, I'll be there in about an hour." Then he hung up.
As I drove to his house I was shaking with anger and fear of discovery by Jennifer. However, as I parked my car in the driveway of Mike and Jennifer's happy home, I pulled myself together and put on my best trial lawyer poker face before knocking on their door. Mike answered the door with a big smile on his face, and Jason came running and wrapped himself around my legs. Jennifer came up behind Mike and welcomed me with her usual hug, but she wasn't smiling. I held my breath, but Mike quickly interjected, "There's an emergency down at the Turkey Point nuclear plant, and I have to go down there. Hopefully, you don't mind entertaining Jennifer and Jason for the day. I hate like hell that I have to go, but it's my job."
