All characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of eighteen.
Hidden Acres, known to the rest of the world as the sleepy town of Logan, bakes in the summer heat. As the days grow longer and hotter, the nights are becoming steamier for a number of households. Family loving is a long, well kept secret of this little hamlet tucked in the backwoods of America.
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Elaine Austin paused as she was headed out the door, ready to leave church behind her. A sea of people were chatting, as is always the case after the services let out. Church was as much a social event as a spiritual one. In small towns like Hidden Acres, it was the prime networking point for many people. Elaine's eyes were locked on Lydia Wilson. Pulling her dark sunglasses off her face, she folded them up and made a beeline through the crowd.
Men and women moved out of Elaine's way smoothly. At nearly five foot eleven, she was taller than most of the women in the church; as head of the Junior League and her husband, a senior partner at the only real law firm in town, she was a powerful woman.
It was no wonder that the crowd parted easily for her, most of the eyes in the room were on her. She was used to the attention her figure brought, from an early age she had been a shapely girl that had grown into an impossible beauty. An hourglass figure, topped by mouth watering breasts that not only stood out proudly, but were rounded on the sides. She had a perfect silhouette not only in profile, but from the front as well. Her tapered waist, toned tummy and tight ass is where she wore her pride though, as she worked hard to maintain her measurements.
Elaine was not merely a spectacle of physical beauty, she was a master of fashion and always dressed to display her blessings in a tasteful, yet teasing way. This bright Sunday found her in church wearing a full length cream floral wrap dress with plunging neckline. A double strand of pearls hung across the expanse of her cleavage, bouncing lightly against her skin as she stepped through the crowd. Her golden locks were pulled back, a lazy curl of hair framing each side of her face as she wore a large brimmed hat.
Lydia turned to face Elaine as she approached, her eyes bright and her laugh easy. Elaine could see it from across the room and wondered if any of the other women in the order had picked up on it as well. Lydia was a changed woman and for the better.
It was not unheard of for new women to be admitted to the order, but it was rare enough that most members could only recall a handful in their lives. Elaine, as some of the other women in the Junior League, knew how to spot some of the telltale signs when an outsider had stumbled their way along the path. Seeing Lydia glowing so radiantly, Elaine felt certain that this was the case before her.
"Elaine? Are you there?" Lydia's voice cut through her thoughts, and she was forced to apologize.
"I'm sorry," she said, her eyes fixed on Lydia. "What were you saying?"
"I was wondering if you knew Dorothy Tenant?"
Elaine turned and blinked slowly. She had completely missed the sight of Dot standing next to her.
"Of course I know Dot! We're old friends, aren't we?" Elaine reached out with her gloved hands and planted air kisses on each side of Dorothy's face. Stepping back she took another look at her long time rival, seeing some of the same signs she spotted in Lydia. With a smile, she dismissed the thought, Dot was unmarried and had no children to speak of.
"Well, if by old friends," Dot said with a hint of sourness, "you mean you stole my boyfriend and married him, then yes." Dot gave Elaine a perfunctory smile and then looked back to Lydia. Lydia's shocked look made both women laugh. Guileless, Lydia was not well practiced at hiding her surprise, a skill she'd never had to learn as Elaine had.
"I mean look at you two, you could almost be sisters," Lydia said and then immediately regretted it as both women gave her dark looks. "I mean, you are both so gorgeous, any woman in town would die to have your figures. I know I would."
Elaine gave the sputtering woman a warm smile and then waved her hand in the air, brushing off the praise. "Don't sell yourself short, Lydia. You're one hot number yourself, I'm sure you get all the attention you want."
The blush that bloomed on Lydia's cheeks sealed Elaine's suspicion. She watched as Lydia's eyes darted across the room and then back. Following the other woman's gaze she spotted Kyle Wilson across the foyer. Lydia's son's eyes were glued to his mother, only looking at the people he was talking with out of obligation to courtesy. Kyle was looking as happy as a newlywed himself.
Elaine turned to Dorothy, considering her more closely. There was a radiance in the woman she had picked up on before. It wasn't as obvious as Lydia's glowing, but it was there, just beneath the surface. Dot couldn't help but flash a nervous smile when she realized that Elaine was appraising her.
"Yes?" Dot asked at last.
"Lots of changes lately. First Sandra, then Lydia here, and I dare say you are on the verge as well."
"Verge of what?" Dot asked, careful to moderate her tone.
"Oh, I'm not sure," Elaine said slowly, her eyes squinting a little. "New man in your life?"
"Ha!" Dot laughed too loudly. People near them turned to look. "You know I'm not into dating anymore. I'm not getting mixed up with any middle aged gas bag who wants me to cook and clean for him."
"Still," Elaine persisted, "there is someone new in your life."
"Oh? Didn't I tell you? I've taken up seducing young, virile college boys. Maybe I'll sink my hooks into your son Mark and then I can call you mom."
Lydia stepped back in fright over the angry look that flashed in Elaine's eyes. It was there for only a fraction of a second and Elaine cursed silently for letting herself slip. She was tender when it came to Mark and Dot knew it.
"Well that simply would never happen," she answered coolly.
"Why is that?" Dot revelled in the momentary crack in the perfection that was Elaine. "You don't think I could lure him out from his momma's skirt?"
"Well,
if
you
could
, I'd kill you."
