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Shein drain her glass and decided it would be rude not to do the same.
Mrs. Shein pushed her chair out. "Come with me. I have something I'd like to show you."
Judy followed, puzzled. They crossed the deck to the doors to the master bedroom. Mrs. Shein slid
them open and stood aside. Judy stepped into the cool darkness and took off her dark glasses. She
heard the door being slid closed behind her. Paula Shein went over to the huge bed.
"Look at this," she instructed calmly, indicating the bedspread with a wave of her hand.
The stain! Judy felt faint as she tottered over to the bed. Dear God, there, right in the middle of the bed
was a white, crusty stain. Judy suddenly remembered the nagging worry she had been trying to pin
down. "Oh, how terrible," Judy stammered, "that beautiful bedspread." Mrs.
Shein couldn't know how it got there, Judy was thinking frantically. The only thing to do was to brazen it
out. She felt the tall woman watching her, and wanted to meet those cool, appraising gray eyes, but
couldn't.
"It's washable," Mrs. Shein finally commented placidly. "But I must say, Mrs. Penncroft, I would be
most interested in seeing a sample of your sales pitch."
Judy fought a wave of giddiness and terror as the blood drained from her face. "I d-don't know what
you mean?" she croaked. "Nonsense," the other woman replied calmly. "There is no one else who could
have done it. It was there when I came home last night. It was still damp."
"Your husband," Judy suggested stupidly, desperately, and then instantly regretted it.
"Impossible," Mrs. Shein said calmly, taking no offense. "Steven was in Topeka yesterday. Granted, he
may have left a stain there, but he wasn't responsible for the one here."
Judy's legs were shaking and she wished she could sit down. But she didn't dare.
"Now of course," Mrs. Shein went on in the same reasonable tone, "I am quite certain that it couldn't
have been me. So, who does that leave? It could only be you. You were here yesterday afternoon with
a client.
Correct?"
Judy nodded numbly. "What are you going to do?" she asked fearfully, finally looking at Paula Stein.
"Do? Why should I do anything?" Mrs. Shein replied. "As I said, the spread is washable."
"I'm-I'm terribly, terribly sorry," Judy apologized abjectly. Was this why Mrs. Shein had summoned her?
Just so she could rub Judy's nose in her mess like a naughty puppy?
Mrs. Shein folded her arms under her breasts and studied Judy. Something in her gray eyes made Judy
feel naked. "However, there is another problem."
"Oh?"
"You're aware that this house is jointly owned, are you not?" Mrs.
Shein asked.
"Why, I guess so," Judy admitted. "I mean, I assumed that it was." "It is. And naturally, that means that it
cannot be sold without my approval, too," Mrs. Shein went on.
"Naturally," Judy agreed, feeling a new fear begin gnawing at her. Paula Shein nibbled delicately on one
well-manicured fingernail, then inspected it thoughtfully. She spoke with careful deliberation, "I am not
really certain that I want this house to be sold." Judy shivered.
"It really is a very pleasant house," Mrs. Shein went on. "It is roomy and comfortable, and I like the
swimming pool. Oh, I suppose it is a little large for just the two of us, but we can afford it, so why not?"
Judy listened, her heart sinking. Steven Shein had been wrong when he had told her his wife would be
no problem. What could Judy do? "But the stain on the bed got me to thinking," Mrs. Shein went on.
"Perhaps there is some way you could convince me to agree to sell this house."
"What?" Judy croaked.
Paula Shein advanced on Judy. Her steady gaze held Judy riveted in place. "That cute little
gymnastics-trained body of yours must know some very interesting moves," the taller woman mused.
She began unbuttoning Judy's blouse.
Judy was too flabbergasted to do more than gape. Then she made a feeble attempt to pull herself
together and brush away Paula's hands, but failed. "But-but, you're married," Judy spluttered. "You can't
be . . ." She couldn't finish the sentence.
"Queer? Gay? Lesbian?" Paula Shein finished for her. "No, not really, or rather, not strictly. My, those
are pretty little breasts," she sighed. "Those cute, pink little nipples are so eager and alert." Judy
shivered. Paula Shein was teasing her nipples, and they liked it! Their reaction astonished and dismayed
Judy. She flapped her arms loosely.
"Pretty, pretty, pretty," Paula Shein crooned softly, pinching Judy's delicate pink nipples, rolling them
between her long, graceful fingers, tugging them outward to stretch Judy's small breasts provocatively.
"I'm not a homosexual," Paula explained. "I am a bisexual. Put crudely, I swing both ways."
"But Steven," Judy blurted out, trying desperately to fight the tremors of lust that were shaking her.
"Steven knows all about it," Mrs. Shein answered easily. "As a matter of fact, he finds it rather
enjoyable. Sometimes I bring my girl friends home and we have some truly interesting variations." Judy
shook her head in futile denial. She had been stripped of her blouse and was naked to the waist. She
wanted to break and run, but something held her rooted to the spot in the lush bedroom. "Let's
compare breasts, shall we?" Mrs. Shein asked, undoing her halter, then tossing the garment aside. Then
she ran her hands up, cupped her large, lush breasts and ran her thumbs over her nipples.
"OOOOoooohhhh, that's so much better. We're both very fortunate - not needing to wear bras."
Judy's eyes were glued to the tall woman's breasts. They were magnificent glands, full and round and
heavy, with no sag. There was a vague line of tan cutting barely above the nipples, although below the
line they were nearly as tan as above. The nipples were large sturdy buds, dimpled at the tips, and
surrounded by large areolae. Judy had the insane urge to touch those heavy, warm masses, to measure
their firmness and weight. She lifted her hands hesitantly. "Yes, touch them," Mrs. Shein urged. "Lift
them and feel them. Feel how soft they are, and warm and heavy. Feel them."
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