Chapter 14

"Hey, who brought home Krispy Kremes and didn't share?" said Heather. She held up the box she found in the trash for all to see.

Damn! Lani had meant to destroy the evidence before anyone got home. She purchased four doughnuts that morning and brought them home. The first doughnut tasted great. The second one tasted okay. The problem was with the third and fourth doughnuts. They both tasted like sweetened lard and all four sat in Lani's stomach like lead weights for most of the day. This was not the way Lani wanted to gain pounds. She just hoped they wouldn't discover the slices of cheesecake hidden in the seldom visited recesses of the refrigerator. "A friend came by today and she brought them to share with me."

"Your fat friend Carolyn probably," said Patrick.

"Carolyn is not fat," snapped Lani, "and I resent your name-calling. You're not exactly Mr. Physical Fitness yourself. You could afford to lose 20 pounds easily."

"Ooh, that hurt, honey," replied her husband as he helped himself to another helping of mashed potatoes. "I'm just glad she doesn't come over too often. One Goodyear blimp in this town is enough. By the way, I noticed you skipped your exercise routine this morning."

"That's my business. Besides, you wouldn't care if I did look like a blimp," declared the annoyed woman.

"Of course I'd care," said Patrick. "I'm devastated that you'd even think that way about me."

"I'd care, Mom," said Heather. She didn't want her mother fat unless she was fat with a baby. The thought reminded her to check with her mom and ask if she discussed having another baby with her dad.

"Me too," said Danny. He looked at his mother as if he was trying to read her mind. At least, that's how it seemed to Lani. She was feeling awfully transparent under her son's gaze. "What's for dessert?"

"I, uh, went shopping at the mall today and stopped at the Cheesecake Factory. I brought home some cheesecake for everyone," said Lani. She'd better cut her losses. If they found the cheesecake on their own Danny might, well, she didn't want to think about it.

"Yummy, I love cheesecake," said Heather. She was lucky enough to pretty much eat anything she wanted and not gain weight.

"See what you're doing to me, Lani," said Patrick. "You imply I could be in better shape and then you bring home cheesecake for dessert. He affected a look of profound sadness. "I feel so violated," he sighed.

"I'm so sorry, dearest. That was thoughtless of me. I'll let the children have your slice."

"Anyone reaching for my slice of cheesecake pulls back a stump," growled the man.

Later, when Lani was alone in the kitchen, Danny brought down a set of bathroom scales and placed the infernal device on the floor. Although embarrassed and mortified the attractive mother didn't try to play dumb or argue with her son. She merely stepped on the scales and waited while Danny made a note of her weight. Not a word was exchanged but the implication was clear. Danny would be checking up on her periodically and there better not be any pounds gained. She bridled a bit when the teenager fished a cloth tape measure out of his pocket but Lani held her tongue while he completed his measurements. "Trust, but verify," said Danny. "I hear President Reagan used to say that a lot. By the way, Mom, thanks again for letting Heather and me have your piece of cheesecake."

Trying to pork out to gain weight was a bad idea anyway Lani thought. She would have only hurt herself in the end. The attractive woman finished her second glass of wine. At least her bully son hadn't forbidden her drinking alcohol yet. She was alone in the den. Patrick had to "run an errand." He probably went to meet the perfumed bimbo from Saturday night. Danny had wandered out the door without saying where he was going and Heather was up in her room probably gabbing on the telephone. Well, she might as well go up to her room and try on the purchases she made at the mall.

Lani had always thought the garter belt and stocking combination looked attractive. Actually, those catalog models could make anything look attractive but that was beside the point. They certainly were sexy but definitely not utilitarian and so Lani never thought about purchasing them until Danny suggested it and added the palm of his hand as an incentive.

Trying on intimate wear could be a sensuous experience if one was in the right mood for it and the two glasses of wine helped. Lani slipped on the stockings and then fastened them to the belt. She then put on a pair of high heels and examined herself in the mirror. The attractive woman thought she looked pretty good actually. She imagined being a femme fatale. "You'll not cheat on me again, Patrick Dwyer. You worm!" Lani pointed her finger at the mirror. "Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!" The vengeful woman smiled grimly as she pumped hot lead into the body of her worthless husband. The corpse jumped each time a death pellet slammed into the blood splattered carcass. Good riddance!

Next, she was a Mata Hari using her feminine charms and wiles to seduce the hapless scientist into turning over the classified information desired by her spy masters. "Of course I love you, darling. Once you give me the secret invisibility formula we'll run away together and no one will find us. We'll live happily ever after." The mistress of espionage knew she'd be ordered to kill her scientist-lover unless he agreed to work for the other side but the first order of business was the formula.

The young man was tied securely to the whipping bar and stripped naked. "Mercy please, mistress," cried the young man. "I'll be good from now on. I promise. Mercy!" Mercy indeed thought the dominatrix, Mistress Lani. There would no mercy for this insolent pup, Danny Dwyer. She gripped her favorite birch rod. The arrogant teenager was about to receive 1,000 lashes on his cute little butt and he had earned every one of them. The first lash was always her favorite. The young man cried out in agony as it made contact with his previously unmarked flesh. "Argh! No, mistress! It hurts so much, mistress..."

"Okay, you horny sailors. Let's welcome the world famous stripper extraordinaire, Sweet Leilani." Lani began to bump and grind around the bedroom to the raucous cheers of the men of the U.S. Sixth Fleet. After the show Sweet Leilani would fuck the fleet admiral who promised to give her a joy ride on his aircraft carrier. Leilani was her given name but she never used it except for signing legal documents. She was conceived on her parents' Hawaiian honeymoon and so they named her Leilani in a fit of sentimentality.

With the knock at the door Lani became the little girl almost caught doing something naughty. "Just a minute," she called and rushed to put on her robe. "Who is it?"

"It's Heather. Can I come in?"

Lani breathed a sigh of relief. "Come on in." Heather walked in wearing a short robe.