Dirty Black Summer Chapter 2

Back in the safety and seclusion of my mountain retreat later that afternoon, Summer and I sat back and drank a few beers to unwind, allowing the adrenaline and endorphins racing through our systems to subside somewhat.

"I think we succeeded in getting inside his head a little," I told Summer.

"Yeah...no question about that," she exhaled. "Now what's this mysterious part three of your plan all about?"

"You mentioned when Larry gets down on his luck that he usually resorts to either some hard booze or maybe other women to help him get his mojo back," I replied in steady but calculating tone.

"I thought we'd try to appeal to his masculinity, especially since we just torpedoed it twice this afternoon...maybe throw him a little ego boost in the form of this," I continued, this time reaching over to the desk beside me and flipping on my computer.

Scanning through a few documents until I found the one I was looking for, I clicked on the picture of a steely, blue eyed blonde with flawless skin that I'd saved. Summer scowled at me, putting her beer down as she stifled a sarcastic chuckle.

"Let me get this straight...your idea is to punish my Husband by offering him up a young blonde slut for his troubles? He can get plenty of those on his own!" Summer shook her head.

"Sort of...but none of them are quite like Trina," I coyly replied, watching Summer try to make some sense of what I was hinting at as she downed the rest of her beer.

"So let me get my head around this," Summer tilted her gaze in my direction and hypothesized. "You're gonna use her to entice my Husband into an affair so we'll have something to take before the judge?"

"Nah," I chuckled. "I'm sure you already have all the evidence you need if you simply wanted to prove your Husband's serial infidelity...what Trina is going to provide is something we'll probably never have to put before a judge."