" Helen was shaking by the time an operator came on. "Why is this number out of service?" she inquired, the familiar tears returning."Don't know. Just... a moment. Oh, yes. I see." What? what do you see?" Helen felt hysteria mounting again."The number has been changed." Oh what's the new number? " Helen felt momentarily relieved."I'm sorry it's an unlisted number, and we are not allowed to give it out." NO!" Helen slammed down the telephone. "Now get hold of yourself!" she said out loud as she ran. "Oh, darling! What a super idea. I'll make a date with Nell." When you've worked out a plan it might be a good idea to run it past Frank." Yes, darling. Another super idea. Bend down."She kissed him holding his head in her hands. "Thank you, my sweet man. Oh, I'm so lucky to have you." That works both ways and I love you as well." Same here, darling."Her hands came away from his face and her arms went round him. She clung to him."I loved you before and when we married but now ... Oh, darling, I. Mr. Marchio was notorious in New York, which inevitably bled into him being infamous in New Jersey, where she lived. She knew he owned several ‘legitimate’ businesses, as well as several ‘questionable’ ones. He was easily the richest man in the area, and controlled much of the city, good and bad. Her father just HAD to get himself into $300,000 in gambling debt with HIM. She considered what he had told her-to pay off his debt and keep his life, Bella had to marry Mr. Marchio’s son Devante.. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Operators of erotic story web sites and other collections, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post and/or distribute my stories, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author. You may not make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.Well, I'll be! I did manage to sleep.