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realize… I…
sir…”
    “Do you mind?” Bradley asked.
    “Sir.  No.  Sorry…”
    Bradley pulled his mask down and
kept walking.  He leaned towards Becky.  “His company was three days away from
closing.  His wife had her bags packed to leave him.  His mistress had already
flown back to California.  Guess who stepped in with a last second investment
that saved him?”
    Becky didn’t answer.
    Through the crowd they hustled and
when Bradley moved his hand down to hers, he didn’t just hold her hand, palm to
palm, he opened his fingers, letting his interlock with hers.  It sent a warm
rush through Becky’s body.  She wanted this to be… this.  Right now.  Tonight. 
Tomorrow.
    “Good evening,” Bradley called out.
    There was soft stringed music in
the background.  It was a soothing sound even though it didn’t sooth Becky one
bit.
    “Well now, who do we have here?”
the man asked.  He removed his orange mask and set it upon the table in front
of him.
    He was a portly man with a thick
black moustache.  His eyebrows matched, looking dangerously close to
connecting.  He had a thick mop of unkempt black hair too.  His eyes were large
and happy looking.  The man looked goofy and the woman next to him stood a half
a foot taller than him.  She had thick blonde hair and stood with her hip
cocked out, a perfect figure of a woman.
    It almost made Becky feel
uncomfortable.
    “Mr. Carlello,” Bradley said as he
took his mask off.  “I’m happy to see you.”
    “Ah, yes, Mr. Bradley.  I’m
surprised you’re here.”
    “Surprised?  Why would I miss such
a party?”
    “Well, I know how you feel about
social gatherings and all.”
    “True, very true.  But I needed a
night out.  A night to show off my beautiful bride.”
    Becky turned her head to Bradley. 
    “Bride,” Becky whispered.
    “Oh yes, that’s right,” Bradley
said as he looked back to Mr. Carlello.  “I’m in such husband mode these days. 
This isn’t my wife… yet.  This is my fiancée, Rebecca.”

6.
    B ecky,
now being called Rebecca again, had only been somewhat prepared for Bradley’s
need for her to be anything.  She assumed that meant something different than
the words wife or fiancée and if she had to be honest with
herself, she wanted it to be sexual.  It seemed the more time she spent with
Bradley, the more she wanted him physically.  She had never been the type to be
so wild and open, but when he looked at her, it was like he was opening her
mind, body, and soul.  All at once.  She couldn’t get enough of his sex, of his
taste, of the desperate need to pleasure him again and again.  She believed
that a man existed behind the steel wall of good looks and hunger for success
that Bradley put up.
    And now…
    “Your beautiful fiancée,” Carlello
said as he clapped his fat hands together.  “Please take your mask off.  I need
to see you…”
    Becky looked at Bradley before
listening to Carlello.  Bradley’s word was the final word.  He nodded at her so
Becky took the mask off.
    “Look at you, my lovely dear,
you’re beautiful.  What a find.  What a steal!”
    Becky raised an eyebrow and looked
to Bradley.
    Bradley half smiled.  His face was
smug, knowing damn well that he had set this whole thing up.
    “She’s an angel,” Bradley said, his
eyes locked on Becky’s.  “She sort of appeared from nowhere really.  She was just
there one day…”
    Bradley’s other hand reached for
Becky and he faced her.  All their fingers were interlocked, Bradley taking the
lead, sliding his fingers up and down along Becky’s fingers.  The move was
subtle but it was laced with so much erotic meaning that Becky felt her face
burning. 
    “Bradley,” she whispered.
    She didn’t get her moment to
finish.
    “She took my heart, and my life. 
All together.  The final piece to my puzzle I guess you could say.” 
    When Bradley looked back to
Carlello, Becky found herself on the brink of tears.  Her