Chapter 3

She spotted him immediately. She sat waiting for him in a tiny alcove that contained a chair, small table, and a nonburning candle. It was more for the ambience than anything else plus one could watch the comings and goings of people without being seen unless a person looked directly in that area. He was wearing khaki trousers with snap pockets on each outer leg, a pale blue polo shirt and no socks. Only shower togs. Chris Cunningham was the most beautiful, handsome, attractive man she had ever seen.

Gabrielle wore a black tube skirt about three inchs above the knee, black satin blouse with pearly white buttons at the cuffs, black stockings and black four inch stiletto heels. Rising, she approached him from behind as Chris handed the clerk his credit card.

"Mister, will you buy me some candy?" she asked in a little girl's voice.

Turning in shock, he saw the beautiful sprite standing before him. A big smile lit his face. Gabrielle wilted but managed not to buckle her knees.

"I might, if you're a good girl," he leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips. He was tall, John's size, maybe a little bigger. Very muscular with bulging biceps and flat stomach as if he had washboard abs.

"Oh, I'll buy you any kind of candy you want," he continued with her play.

"I'll do anything you want me to if you do," she smiled. Then she returned to her own voice. "Hello Chris," she held out her hand. She liked the kiss better.

"Hello Gaby," he took it and shook it gingerly as if he squeezed it, it might break into little pieces.

"You're the only one I'll permit calling me that," her smiled widened.

He signed the slip for paying by credit card. "I've got to go to room 212 to dump my stuff," he picked up two garment bags and a large valise.

"I'll ride up with you," Gabrielle volunteered.

"Aren't we rushing this?" he looked serious, but in a voice that conveyed that he was joking.

"Shut up," she punch him in his arm which hurt her fist but didn't even faze him. They stepped into the elevator and rode up to the next floor. Gabrielle looked cool, calm, and collected but inside she was a mass of jello. Her black satin and lace panties were getting wetter by the second. She feared that he might detect the odor she was emitting.

"Here we are," he unlocked the door and allowed her to enter before him. When closed the door, he mocked, "Now I've got you cornered, my sweet."

'If that were only true, ' she thought. "Hang up your clothes and let's get something to eat." 'Then bring me back and have your way with me, ' she pondered silently.

"Company car," she smiled, settling behind the wheel. She buckled her belt. She motioned for him to do the same. "Now we're off to a nice place. I hope you're hungry because I am."

"Starving," he grinned. "You know, you're a lot more beautiful in the flesh than those pictures you have on your site."

"Thank you," she smiled, not taking her eyes off the road. "The same to you. You're a lot bigger than I imagined. I had nothing in the background to compare you with. That girl that you had on your lap in one of those pics is very pretty, is she special?"

"Very special," Chris replied. "She's my baby sister."

"Your sister! You saved yourself a lecture from me about cheating on your girl friend. How many sisters do you have?"

"Two! One older, one younger than me. Both are married now. That one in my lap is Prissy, short for Priscilla, got married a year ago. She's now expecting. I'm an uncle to two girls from Cheri, my oldest one."

'You will be the father of my two girls, ' she thought. "Here we are, she pulled into Luigi's on the Northwest Highway in Palatine. Do you see this corner spot there?"

"Yeah!"

"That was the Brown's Chicken where those poor seven kids were shot execution style," Gabrielle told him with a lump in her throat. She was still shaken by the mass killings. They finally caught the killers almost twenty years later when one of the men got drunk and bragged to his girl friend. The first chance she got, she ran to the police. The men were awaiting their day in court.

Once they were settled in a booth, Chris ordered a bottle of wine from the waiter who handed them menus. Gabrielle had eaten there a few times and liked their veal parmigiana as the restaurant owners called it. The man poured them both a glass. Though she was underaged, Gabrielle had a makeover at the salon she frequented and looked over twenty-one.

"Dago red, huh?" Gabrielle giggled.

"Now don't you go around disparaging my half Italian side, Gaby," Chris disarmed her with a wide smile.

"Do you know who put the six slugs into Mussolini?" she asked.

"Okay, I'll bite."

"Two thousand of Italy's best sharpshooters," she answered.

Chris burst out laughing, "I heard that before but I was in high school at the time. "You have a good sense of humor."

"When you have to contend with four older brothers, a girl has to possess a wit as her weapon or they'll pounce all over her."

"What are your brothers names?"

"Satan, Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Baal," she replied. Chris broke out into raucous laughter that brought the other diners to stare their way. He had learned all these things back in Sunday School as a child. Gabrielle made him guffaw and her serious look made it even funnier.

"That's a good one," he admitted. "You keep keep that up and I might stick around in your life for a while.

'And fuck me senseless. That's all I want from you for the moment. You just stick it in and get me off, ' she thought. "I hope you do, I like your company. I hope you won't tire of my wit. It was my only weapon when I was growing up with the Four Stooges. You can't imagine me being teased so much. It was either cry or fight back with words. There was no way I could fight them physically. My mother took the belt to them so many times I lost count."

"Were you ever spanked?"

'I hope you will someday, ' she thought. "No, I was a good girl. I wasn't wild like those apes."

After the meal, she drove him back to his motel sitting in her car in the lot. Their talk turned serious as they each related to the other about their work and goals. When he placed his big meaty hand on her shoulder, she made to effort to remove it. Then Chris slid his arm about her as they still talked. Emotionally Gabrielle was a train wreck. She loved the feel of his arm about her shoulders. She inched over toward him to give him more room to work with. Soon he brought his head down to her and kissed her quivering lips. The kiss lasted for a long time. She didn't recall putting her tiny arms about his thick muscular neck. The kiss lasted a few minutes more as her tongue worked his mouth. His hand was no more than an inch from her breast but he never touched her tit. She was disappointed but reasoned that they had just met for the first time they had met in the flesh.