Two weeks passed and Lloyd Parish didn't phone. Chuck Hartwell arrived, and Jackie found herself busy with household tasks. Contrary to what Herb had said, now that Chuck was here she found herself spending more time cleaning the house and cooking special meals.

She was in the kitchen whipping up one of her special cakes when Chuck came in to get some water.

"This is a lot of extra trouble for you, isn't it?" he said, his eyes raking over her body.

She kept her eyes on the cake batter, nevertheless feeling her pussy moisten as he took in her tits and ass and legs. "Not really," she said.

"Herb's sure a lucky guy," he said.

She shrugged. "He doesn't think so."

"Well, I can tell him, he is. You're a very beautiful woman, you know."

Jackie was beginning to feel uncomfortable. She moved around the kitchen, putting the cake in the oven, his eyes on her ass as she bounced around.

She always dressed comfortably around the house, and today she wore short shorts and a halter top. As she was dressing this morning, she had to admit she gave a little thought to Chuck's presence in the house. Her hair hung down in a long ponytail and she'd put extra care into her make-up.

They sat down at the kitchen table and had a sandwich and a cup of coffee. Herb had gone out on the road, and she suddenly realized that for the rest of the week she and Chuck would be alone in the house.

That shithead Herb certainly took her for granted! He was so damn sure she was faithful he'd actually left her alone with a strange man. An attractive strange man. Well, he was no Robert Redford, but he was kind of cute with sparkling blue eyes and an impressive looking crotch.