Chapter 25

The incredible dinner with all of its revelations had been on Thursday, and all of the young people were scheduled to be married a week from the following Saturday. Before the weekend was over, invitations had been conveyed and it was shaping up to be a very large gathering. Bill and Ali Clifford had made arrangements to charter a plane because so many guests were coming from the West Coast.

For Sarah Duncan, the subsequent few days were the most remarkable of her life. Not only was she now desperately, head-over-heels in love, but she found that her lover was generally considered to be one of the very finest athletes who has ever lived. Before they parted the evening of the party, Sarah confirmed that David was serious about her becoming his new agent.

As a result, with a lot of assistance from Kathy Carlson, who, she learned, was the nation's foremost authority on contract drafting, and Bill Johnson, the advertising executive, she had prepared for her meeting with the Giants' management scheduled for the following Tuesday.

When she told the Giants' general manager, Clyde Henry, that David Wilson would be present at the meeting, he was shocked. As a standard practice, contract negotiations were handled between management and the player's agent, with the player almost never being present. When Henry protested, Sarah pointed out quietly that it was David's contract, and David's life. With poor grace, Henry acquiesced — although really he had no other choice.

Sally approached the forthcoming meeting like a general planning a military campaign. And, like a military campaign, no detail was overlooked. Early Friday morning, for example, while still lying in bed, she discussed her dress for the meeting with Nita. Instantly understanding what was required, Nita called a friend at Brooks Brothers. Later that day the two young women went into the store and Nita supervised the purchase of several outfits that were the epitome of stylish female professional clothing.

While still in midtown, the two young women went to Bill Johnson's advertising agency. Their incredible beauty attracted an immediate crowd. When the word traveled that the brown-haired girl was Anita Lucas, it seemed like every woman in the organization wanted to see her. Although she and Bill had been working together for years, as a matter of habit all meetings were held at Bergdorf's. Nita had never visited the agency.

Somehow the word got out that Bill and Nita were to be married in a week, and now it seemed that everyone in the entire agency wanted to see her. They were utterly dazzled by her poise, beauty, and aplomb. Even the women in the agency all agreed that Bill Johnson could not possibly do better, although there was some concern that she was too sophisticated and socially prominent for him.

When they first arrived, Bill was in a conference with the agency president. Learning that Nita was in the lobby waiting, he broke free from the conference as soon as he could and rushed out to greet her. Then the handsome couple melted into each other's arms in the most loving and passionate kiss anyone present had ever seen. Sarah covered her mouth to stifle a laugh when the intake of breath of the people watching became audible.

When he reluctantly broke the kiss with Nita, Bill turned to Sarah, cocked his head and asked, "Sally, since you're my almost-sister-in-law, do I get a kiss from you, too?"

Only then did the bystanders really notice Sarah and her incredible beauty for the first time. She just grinned and nodded her head rapidly. Bill took her in his arms, tried to replicate one of Andy's kisses of pure love, and did a remarkably good job of it.

Easing away, Sally's eyes were gleaming as she said, "Thank you so much, brother." She nodded her head slowly and added, "Nita really caught a live one. Bill Johnson, I'm certain my sister is going to make you very happy. And having ... seen ... you, I think you will be able to keep her entertained, too."

The spectators could not know that Sally had often seen Bill drinking at Nita's source while she went down on him. Both she and Bill knew that she was referring to his huge cock and large, cum-filled scrotum with its very large pair of balls. The two grinned at each other and simultaneously winked.

When he took the girls into his office, Sally explained what she was looking for and why. Bill grinned, instantly understanding her information needs. Coupling his knowledge of available media information with her idea, Sally developed her information request. Then Bill called the agency's director of media research. When the woman came into his office, he quickly explained what he was looking for. The girl grinned and added some additional points of her own to reinforce the story. Finally, she promised to have everything ready first thing Monday morning.

On Monday morning, Sally went into the agency by herself. Bill and the director of media research were waiting for her in his office. After reviewing the director's data, Sally was elated. The data supported — indeed, confirmed — the case that she wanted to make. After thanking the woman profusely for her weekend's work, the director withdrew. She was replaced by an art director who undertook to convert the data into a series of easel cards which would be ready by six that evening. He was as good as his word.

In the meantime, Sally had consulted extensively with Kathy Carlson. After a series of faxes had crossed and re-crossed the continent, Sally finally had a four-page contract which covered all of the points included in the Giants' proposed 45-page monster. In addition, though, there was her own one-page supplement to it. Now she was all ready.

On Tuesday morning, David picked her up at the apartment at nine o'clock to drive together over to the Meadowlands for a ten o'clock meeting. When he saw Sally, he let out a low whistle of appreciation. Wearing one of her new outfits, she was the epitome of a top female professional. When he winked and squeezed an ass cheek, she just made wonderful warm noises deep in her body.

Leaving the apartment building garage, Sally was amused to find that Dave drove a white Mazda 626 four-door sedan. His one concession to sportiness was that it had a sunroof. When she teased him about it, he just stuck out his tongue and pointed out that no one ever hassled him when he was driving such a pedestrian-looking car. Moreover, unlike the very expensive BMWs, Porsches, and Mercedes that his teammates drove, he didn't have to worry constantly about car thieves and vandals.

"I love you very much, David Wilson," she said lovingly, "and I even love your car. There's just one thing..." He glanced at her, and quickly returned his eyes to the road. Nevertheless, he raised his eyebrow closest to her. Knowing that she was undoubtedly about to jerk his chain, he just waited. "Darling," she continued, "when we're married, how will you ever be able to fuck me in this? There really isn't very much room."

With a completely deadpan expression on his face, he said, "The back seat folds down flat. Along with the trunk, it's almost like a bed. It won't be hard at all."

Sally howled with laughter, then gave his arm a loving squeeze.

As they drove through midtown Manhattan on the way to the Lincoln Tunnel, they frequently had to stop at traffic lights. Each time, David looked across at Sally, and each time he shook his head in wonder. She looked so lovely and poised and yet, at the same time he knew how intensely passionate she was and how funny. In just the last few days, he had come to adore her sense of humor which, he found, asserted itself in the strangest ways and at the strangest times. Nonetheless, he loved it.

Reflecting on the upcoming meeting, he realized he was not concerned about it in the least, in spite of how financially important it was to him. Then he realized that he had also developed an appreciation for how brilliant a woman his fiancée really was. He was totally confident that she would represent herself and his interests perfectly.

When they arrived at Giants headquarters and were ushered into the conference room, it was apparent that Clyde Henry and his people didn't know what to expect. They were off balance at the outset in trying to deal with a female agent. Moreover, with the exception of David Wilson, all of the top names in the NFL were represented by a small handful of very well-known agents. They were people with whom management was used to dealing. In general, each had his particular hot button contract demand which was relatively easy to accommodate.

Sally Duncan, representing David Wilson, was a double-barreled problem for them. In the first place, David was critically important to the team. Second, she was a totally unknown quantity. They were very nervous.

Clyde Henry was on his feet when David Wilson was shown into the conference room. When he saw the woman with Wilson, Henry's eyes widened in amazement. She was the most incredibly beautiful young woman he had ever seen. At the same time, her dress was the ultimate in female professional attire. The woman gave him a professional smile, and shook his hand. Henry was surprised at the strength in her grip. To his surprise, she wasted no time with small talk. Instead, taking her seat with Dave Wilson sitting beside her, she started right in.

"Good morning, Mr. Henry." Seeing his aides and attorneys gathered around him, she smiled self-effacingly and said, "To save your attorneys time in trying to find me in Martindale-Hubbell, my name is Sarah Duncan. They will find me listed as Assistant Attorney General of the United States, presently serving as Director of the Civil Rights Division of the Department of Justice."

A movement beside him caught Henry's eye. Glancing over, he saw that the Giants' principal outside counsel, Charley Wellington, was looking aghast. In fact, what had attracted Henry's attention was his jaw dropping. Wellington motioned to an associate sitting beside him who immediately left the room.

"While we wait for your colleague to check me out, could we have some coffee?" Sarah asked.

It was obvious that she was as much at home as the Giants' management and advisors were uncomfortable. Coffee was quickly produced, and while it was being served, the associate returned. Now he was as white as a sheet. Obviously, he had fully confirmed everything Sarah had told them.

"Well," Sally exclaimed brightly, "now that that's been taken care of, we can begin. First, the Attorney General has approved my request to personally represent David Wilson in his contract negotiations."

The Giants delegation exchanged looks among them. This was beginning as the strangest meeting of its kind any of them had ever heard of, let alone participated in.

Reaching into her attaché case, Sally first took out the 45-page contract proposal the Giants had prepared and then took out a stack of copies of her four-page substitute. "Gentlemen," she began, "I like the contents of your initial proposal. On the other hand, I really don't care for the way it was drafted. Don't you agree that 45 pages is a bit ... excessive?

"Anyway, I took the liberty of redrafting it. I'm sure you will find that these four pages contain all of the significant elements in your original. At the same time, it eliminates a number of ambiguities and — I regret to say — five separate pairs of contradictions in yours."

Sally appeared reticent, yet tried to handle it professorially. Dave had his hand over his mouth to try to conceal his smile. Although the meeting had scarcely begun, his darling already had management on the run.

"You know," she continued, "that's the real problem with these huge contracts. Inadvertently, one ends up with a clause on page thirty-eight that contradicts an already-forgotten clause on page four. No one ever notices — until, God forbid — there is a disagreement. Then one says, 'You have to do thus and so. Look at page four.' And the reply is, 'What do you mean my client has to do thus and so? Are you people blind? Didn't you read page thirty-eight?' And so it goes."

Smiling brightly, she said, "Now why don't you just take a few minutes, read it over, and digest it? In the meantime, David and I will amuse ourselves elsewhere. Is there an office nearby we can use while you do?"

A junior member of the Giants' negotiating team showed them to a vacant office and then returned to the meeting. Sally just grinned at Dave and curled up on his lap. While he proceeded gently to run his hands over her glorious body — he had been watching her erect nipples move under her opaque silk blouse all morning — she concentrated on kissing him.