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

Ask anybody. Hearts had been broken for
less.
    But she could use a little
nourishment before her long walk.
    "Plain coffee. Yogurt with
fruit."
    "Excellent." Could that
possibly be a hint of hunger in his eyes? For her? No. Impossible.
Maybe he loved fruit.
    Her stomach growled again.
"And a slice of zucchini bread," she added, giving in to her
desires--like always. So much for good
intentions. She marched toward the coffee
shop next door to the gym without looking back to see if he
followed.
    Wiley employed his best
judge skills to keep from showing his elation--just in case Judy
Banger looked over her shoulder. He'd planned this meeting for
days. And despite what he told her, he had called a friend on the
force--Fletcher's ex-commander, in fact--to pick his brain about
Judy Banger. The man's response had been...political. A few facts
mixed with hedged speculation. Obviously, he didn't want to be
anyone's named source--or get in the middle of father-son
issues.
    "Ms. Banger doesn't have a
record, if that's what you're asking. She's no pro--despite what
your son's ex-partner wants people to believe. Clarice has a real
hard-on for this woman--and I don't mean that in a sexual way. She
blames Judy Banger for fucking up Fletcher's life. I assume that's
why you're calling?"
    "No. In fact, I'm prepared
to take full credit for that myself. I have reason to believe this
woman might be the only person in town still in contact with
Fletcher. I need to make sure he's okay."
    A lie. Wiley had no doubt
Fletcher was doing exactly what Fletcher wanted--and was doing it
with panache. His son had been a strong, wholly formed personality
practically since the day he popped out of Eva's womb. After Eva
passed away, their four-year old son's independence--or lack of
dependence on his father or anyone else--had contributed to Wiley's
decision to remarry. Was anyone less cut out to be a parent--let
alone a single parent? Apparently, not. So, he snapped up the first young
intern who showed an interest: Julie. Late wife number two. Game
over.
    "Let me get the door," he
said, reaching around the woman dressed in form-fitting black yoga
pants and a bright orange tank top with the gym's logo emblazoned
across the back.
    She wasn't a skinny mini
like the woman--her friend--who disappeared the moment she spotted
Wiley. Judy Banger had flesh on her bones, unapologetically so.
And, yes, her breasts really were as large as he remembered. At
least, he guessed they were. The restrictive sports bra she wore
under the tank left confirmation to his imagination. Something he'd
been doing quite often lately.
    She stepped to the counter
and ordered without hesitation. "Grande. Plain. One ice cube,
please."
    At his curious look, she
added, "Burns the roof of my mouth every time, but this place
freezes leftover coffee in trays so it doesn't dilute the flavor.
Smart, huh?"
    Very. And smart of her to
know this.
    "I'll have the same," he
told the barista, holding out a twenty so Judy didn't try to pay
for her own. "And please give the lady a yogurt with fruit and a
piece of zucchini bread."
    "You don't need to buy my
breakfast."
    He chose to ignore the
protest. "Outside okay?"
    She hesitated a moment then
sighed. "Perfect. I'm a little sweaty from my workout."
    They grabbed a table in the
tiny patio area. He pulled out her chair. She looked over the rim
of her sunglasses as if expecting him to yank it away once she
started to sit. He'd been that kind of bully once. A long time ago.
Teetering on the pinnacle of extreme ego. Before Eva rescued him
from the hubris of his own press and shaped him into a man with a
far more refined awareness of his own flaws. How did Judy Banger guess? Were his failings that
obvious?
    Given the fact she knew
Fletcher, perhaps they were.
    "Thank you," she said,
wiggling slightly to get comfy.
    Damned if watching her
squirm didn't make him a little hard. He sat quickly and crossed
his legs.
    "What kind of job are you
looking for?"
    Not what