Dear Mr. Fantasy

Chapter 5-The Chamber of Secrets

"You DIDN'T!" Randall exclaimed while laughing, "Holy shit, Lorena!  You could get arrested for that!"

"He didn't see me do it," Jacqueline reasoned, "he doesn't even know that I own it."

"Yeah, but you told all the people standing around in that Walgreens," he began, "Especially the doc that chemically cauterized those vessels in your nose, what if he goes to the police?"

"No, I got the feeling he wouldn't," she said, "besides, for Leo to go to the police and say that I committed a crime by tasing his balls——well, he'll have to drop his pants and show the injury, right?  What guy would want to do that?"

"Nice point, Lorena! " he teased.

"Stop calling me that!" She argued.

"By the way, where are you?" Randall asked.

" I decided to get a hotel room in Minneapolis," she lied.

"Okay, so all has been handled in West Palm.  My interns had been Jasmine and Aladdin in the Park.  They are a couple of smart kids and they cooked up the idea to take a carpet with us.  You know, the magic carpet?  Only this was old and thread bare.  Once I moved the Maserati out of the garage they placed that old carpet in its place and placed a note on it saying Ride THIS to work, Dickhead!" he laughed again, "I was surprised at how much joy they got out of it."

"I wouldn't piss those two off!" Jacqueline noted.

"Speaking of that, they wanted to pee on it and let the aroma bake in—— but I had to step in with some upper management CPA skills and tell them the carpet and note were enough of a message for the time being.  Bodily fluids can be for another warning."

"I doubt Leo is going to make a connection that it was you who came to get the car.  You've only been working for Disney 30 years and he still asks me where you work.  If it doesn't involve his mouth to eat, his dick to get sucked, or his work where everyone verbally fellates him, then it is off his radar."

"You, Jasmine and Aladdin have some hostility issues. "He pointed out, "Anyway I picked up
any valuable marital items.  Looks like he's been on a few shopping sprees with that auction warehouse."

"I owe you big time, but have no idea how I could repay," she confessed, "and thanks for listening.  I'll send thank you notes to Jas and Al."

"That's what a family does.  You've got some really rough days ahead," he warned, "Keep me posted."

"I will," Jacqueline promised as she threw her skirt on the bed.  She had been walking around the bedroom to try to get blood back into her bum.  Next off was the shrunken sweater.  She was looking forward to wrapping herself in silken luxury of the short robe laid out on the bed.

The bed.  Probably THE bed.  The one with the mirror in the canopy.  Jeez, if that mirror could talk!  Stop thinking about that!  Accept the graciousness given to you.

She quick checked her pits for any touch-ups and then the undercarriage again—not that she was expecting any extra-curricular activities to be taking place.  She wanted to smell as beautiful as the robe looked.  Body parts check, they smelled okay.  She was in her bra, panties, thigh-highs, and heels.  Ohhhhhh, the robe felt so special!  She admired her reflection as she kept the robe open.  Not bad for a 49 year old woman.  She had vowed to herself 4 years previously that she was going to change her health habits.  No diets, no 'bad food', no exercising till in pain!  It was Weight Watchers Online (free through work), Fitbit, a few hula hoops, weekend activities, stretching, planking, yoga, etc.  She started slowly and built on good habits once one kicked in.  She had planned to get one of those sexy lingerie photos done while she was up here to give it as a present to her husband——but now would rather have a shot with that pickaxe up his ass while she grabs his hair for him to face the camera.