Finally, Phil had insisted that Jackie be enrolled in a girls' high school, which was where she attended tenth and eleventh grades. It was this forced near-imprisonment of her daughter three years ago that had pushed Stella herself over the edge. In all the sixteen years of her marriage up until then, she had been scrupulously faithful to her husband. She had never so much as looked at another man, even though she was ware of Phil's meandering. Once, he had even laid a sexy little secretary at an office party, while Stella was right in the next room! The black-haired beauty had gone to get a cigarette out of her purse, and as she passed the cloakroom door, she'd heard the unmistakable whisperings of her own husband, and she'd flung open the door to find him naked from the waist down, his long, thick penis sluicing in and out of the damp pink cunt of a young blonde secretary, a girl who couldn't have been must older than Jackie!

Stella had prudently refrained from making a scene at the party, and she even decided to let this one instance of Phil's infidelity pass, in the interest of preserving her family unity. But then there had been another occurrence, not two months later, when he had taken Stella and their daughter to dinner at one of the fancy restaurants downtown. The gorgeous mother and her pretty daughter had been excited by the chance to dress up, and Phil was in better spirits than he had been for some time.

Stella had even dared to hope that her husband was finally getting over this ridiculous jealousy and over-protectiveness, but as soon as they arrived at their reserved table, she had realized the reason for her husband's exuberance. Their waitress was a petite, well-built redhead, and the way she unashamedly fluttered her heavily made-up green eyelids at Phil Burnside could mean only one thing. And sure enough, after Phil had taken his wife and daughter home, he suddenly remembered that he had left his checkbook behind at the restaurant, and he drove all the way back into town to retrieve it. Stella didn't tell him that his checkbook was still in his jacket pocket when she hung it up for him after he went back to the restaurant.