The Big Bang! Theory - A fourth--and final--short, erotic encounter of the Judy Banger kind Read Free

the worst--in people every day. She didn't want him
looking at her soul, comparing it to the scoundrels and
troublemakers who frequented his court. She tried to look away but
couldn't. Her heart rate shot up to the dangerous range.
    "Judy," a familiar voice
cried. "Guess what? I'm perfect."
    Pru skidded to a stop a few
inches from Fletcher's father. In a under a millisecond, her wide
smile switched from "Well, hello, handsome" to "Holy fuck, it's the
judge."
    "I've been telling you that
for years, Pru," Judy said, relieved to be released from the man's
powerful hold.
    Pru shot her a black
look--probably because Judy used her name in front of the
judge.
    "Gotta dash. Iceland
awaits. I'll send you some reindeer jerky. 'Bye."
    Judy put out her hand,
remembering too late that the reason she couldn't find her keys was
because Pru drove that morning. "But...I rode with you. Wait...."
The door closed with a morose sigh.
    "Shit," she muttered,
forgetting she had an audience.
    The walk wouldn't kill her,
but her feet might. Her toes had barely recovered from the
excruciating ordeal she’d put them through in a pair of borrowed,
designer f-me shoes.
    "I'd be happy to give you a
lift since...it appears your ride has abandoned you."
    Because of you. She bit the inside of her lip to contain her
frustration. Pru had fretted and paced for days following what she
called their "semi-orgy," certain they'd both be served with papers
for breaking some kind of law.
    "Four consenting adults are
allowed to have sex--in any combination," Judy had insisted. "Now,
if you could go to jail for degrees of embarrassment, then I'd be
in for life. Relax, Pru. You're a healthy, beautiful, dynamic woman
of a certain age. You're entitled to have sex."
    "Screw this," Judy muttered
plopping her purse on the counter. She smashed the water bottle
into the open compartment then gestured with her hands. "Can we get
to the elephant, please?"
    "The elephant?"
    "You know...the elephant in
the room. The real reason you're here. You want me to rat out
Fletcher."
    "Rat out?"
    She crossed her arms. "Are
you making fun of me by pretending to be confused?"
    "No. I'm genuinely
confused. What did Fletcher do that requires ratting
out?"
    "I meant that figuratively.
Listen. I'm sweaty and hungry and I might have a job interview this
afternoon." One can hope. "So, just tell me why you're here. And don't say
you want to apologize because we both know I'm a gnat on the
elephant's butt."
    He looked surprised--and a
little put off by her directness. Tough. Her stomach was about to
start rumbling like a beast in some horror movie.
    "Could I buy you a cup of
coffee?"
    Her stomach answered.
Ferociously.
    He looked at her gut. "And
a muffin?"
    She wasn't sure why his
offer offended her--did he assume because she was chubby she
scarfed down any ol' food tossed her way? She grabbed her purse and
stalked to the door. "No. I'm on a diet." A lie. She'd been on a
million of them and not a single one worked. "And like I said, I
might have to go to a job interview this afternoon. I'll
walk."
    He followed her outside.
"Home? That's two miles. Or more."
    She stopped so abruptly he
plowed into her, nearly knocking her off her feet. He grabbed one
elbow to keep her from stumbling. She shook off his hand, ignoring
the instant tingle of awareness that shot through her body like an
adrenalin rush. "You know where I live? You checked me out? Is that
even legal?"
    He blinked twice then let
out a rusty sounding laugh. "I looked up your name in the phone
book. I know that sounds old-fashioned, but I'm not big on
computers. And, believe it or not, the police force is not at my
investigative disposal."
    His smile lingered. A
really nice smile. It reminded her of the quality she'd instantly
liked about his son--his genuine heart. But she didn't want to like
this man. To really like him would require her to get to know him.
Reality would obliterate her fantasy. Upper crust never mixed well
with trailer trash.