Kate & Jim Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Kate & Jim Chapter 4

... you’re up to.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jim said, his face losing all expression as he tapped the hula dancer doll again. “Yes you do; stop being obtuse. You left the flyer where I was sure to find it.” “It was in my sock drawer, Kate.” “Exactly, and who washes, sorts, folds them into each other and puts your clean socks away?” “The venue where you found the flyer is circumstantial evidence at best.” “No it’s not! You wanted me to find it.” “Maybe.” “I suppose it is purely circumstantial that the first play chosen for the grand opening at the Hippodrome is “Kiss me Kate? Particularly when you have played the leading man; “Fred” when you were in college and your leading lady was Gina.” “Possibly.” “You’re not fooling me Jim Brady! I know you’re a man who can make things happen when you want too.” “For the sake of argument, suppose I did. That doesn’t negate the fact that you have a beautiful singing voice, Katherine, and I’m sure you can act. You were in your high school drama club.” “For arguments sake, suppose I can’t act or another woman is better than me; I don’t want you pulling any strings to get me the part. I want to get the part on my own, OK.......OK.........Jim?” “I admit that I did arrange for this particular play; nevertheless, I’m not surprised that you would insist on getting the part on your own; I expect nothing less from you, Katherine. I do remember most of my lines, though.” “Good, now that it’s settled; we can rehearse our parts while we ...

... drive, starting right now.” “We’ll need the script for that.” “I know; it must be circumstantial because I have a script,” and Kate removed it triumphantly from the LL Bean canvas tote on the floor between the seats. “Where did you get a script?” Jim asked very surprised although no less pleased. “It’s a secret.” “A secret you say, hmmm, did you get it from Bobby?” “Maybe.” “I bet you got the script from the director.” “Possibly.” “Now you sound like me, Katherine.” “Don’t be ridiculous, sweetheart, your voice is much deeper than mine...........” Stopping for lunch they had cold basil/garlic tomato soup and sandwiches made with sliced turkey breast, thick sliced hickory pepper/bacon, tomato, and romaine lettuce on wheat with Kate’s homemade horseradish mayonnaise dressing, saving their big meal for later in the evening, thick porterhouse steaks, to be cooked over a campfire. Kate assumed they would be stopping at the campground of their carefully planned itinerary for the night, however Jim had other plans and that can mean only one thing. She could barely sit still waiting to find out. They got off the interstate onto a secondary road and after half-an-hour turned onto a County road until they found a gravel road going another 3 miles to their destination. “This property was owned by my Uncle Bob, Kate. I call it my fortress of solitude. He sold it to me a few years back. Like him, I rent out the land to local farmers to cover the taxes, insurance and turn a small profit. In ...