The Uncensored Memoirs of a Doctor's Wife

By Savannah Lynn Summers

Savannah Lynn Summers falls in love with millionaire Preston Royce. Their relationship evolves into a complex, torrid affair after Savannah marries Dr. Zach Williams. Both relationships are further complicated by sensual Mason Lord. Savannah belongs to an elite sorority of women known to the public as Doctor's Wives. Her life explodes with unique sexual encounters, intrigue, and heartache. Take this amazing journey through time and be prepared for the ride of your life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Feb 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781483549835

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Chapter 1

I make it a point to say that I am from Westchester County, New York. I am a firm believer in positive first impressions. Illusion is a major factor in this game. You should know the truth. I grew up in Yonkers, New York. Yonkers is a city that borders the Bronx. It is a blue-collar town with some areas nicer than others. My home was located just off Midland Avenue. This area is known as the Dunwoodie Section of Yonkers. There is nothing very special about this area but it is not the worst part of town either. It will always be home to me.

My father was a truck driver. He should have been a professional baseball player. Dad passed up on that opportunity to take care of my mom who was stricken with multiple sclerosis at a young age. He loved her unconditionally and that was all there was to it. They were blessed with true love. This is a rare commodity in today’s world.

Neither of my parents were afforded the luxury of attending college. My mom was quite well read. She read anything she could get her hands on. She never spoke with that heavy Yonkers-Bronx accent that I desperately tried to get rid of. I never succeeded in retiring that accent to bed. It just didn’t work out for me. It always pissed me off.

My parents insisted I attend private school. They struggled to do it. Catholic schools don’t offer tuition assistance programs. I guess that is why the Vatican owns half of the world’s prime real estate. They still provided a better education than Yonkers Public Schools in my opinion.

I made the best out of school. I was a good student. I knew that an education was the only way out of where I fell in the scheme of social order. I wanted to stop taking the bus to Ashburton Avenue in South Yonkers. It was the only route to get to high school. It is not the nicest part of town. I studied to some degree in high school. I was having too much fun to really apply myself. I was popular. I got provisional matriculation at Iona College in New Rochelle, New York. Provisional matriculation means that if you don’t do well they have the right to kick you out. One of the Christian brothers at Sacred Heart High School said I wasn’t college material because I liked to party too much. Fuck him! What did he know? I was going to find more than higher education at college. I was there to become something I wasn’t born into. I made the Dean’s list every semester along with acquiring some very affluent friends. I still played hard while doing this. I could do a great many things at one time.

Never mind about school for now. Let us get down to the real purpose of this story. You can’t just become a doctor’s wife. You have to evolve into that role. Lots of people think of it as some mystical, secret cult but it really is just another club. The journey to get there is long and tedious. When you are motivated and want better, it’s just like working really hard to get promoted. I was up for the challenge. I knew that I could be good at anything I set my mind to. I was confident, cocky and conceded. I knew what I had to work with at a very young age. I knew I was a very pretty girl. I kept my hair very blonde. I had a great body minus huge breasts. I got those later. My best friend Lil’s Aunt Ruth used to tell me that I was the most beautiful girl in Yonkers. I used all these things to my advantage. I had a soft heart in my young teens. It was a disadvantage. Emotional people don’t climb the ladder of success quickly. I had to put the emotional part of me on hold. It is not always easy to do, but it can be done. It is like anything else you try to achieve that is hard to attain. You really have to put your mind to it. I was not weak minded. I was headstrong.

Chapter 2

My first semester at Iona was just about making girlfriends. I chose to befriend the right girlfriends. I was a very selective person. I was looking for friends that knew who was who, where they came from and where they were going. I wanted to associate with people who were different from the Yonkers set. The only guy I knew at Iona was Rich. He was a hotshot with a handsome face and great body. I met him three weeks before school at the wedding of my best friend Lil’s brother. Rich was a waiter in his spare time. I made his acquaintance while he was serving me soup. The guy hit on me the whole wedding and it was flattering. I didn’t give him my phone number when he asked for it. I was like that. I enjoyed testing limits. The day I started college and walked through the gates of Iona, Rich was the first person I met. Talk about the irony of coincidence. I didn’t know that Rich was a popular item at school. He had lots of handsome, rich, interesting friends. Sometimes the large world we live in is quite small. You would be amazed!

My story would not be easy to understand if you didn’t know some of the facts about my life. I had mileage on me even before I arrived at college. I didn’t allow myself to stay young for very long. My first boyfriend was twenty-five years old. I was fifteen. His name was Andy. He was nothing more than a hoodlum from South Yonkers. This man was a born bad boy. Every stupid high school girl likes a bad boy. I was no different. He was good looking. Andy knew a little, catholic school virgin when he saw one. He was jealous and possessive and slick. Those qualities were attractive to a silly kid with no experience. Of course, he never mentioned that he was an ex-junkie with a crazy ex-wife. I guess it was a minor point. Andy had some dark family secrets as well. He took me under his black wing and taught me shit no girl of fifteen had a right to know. Today’s society would label him as a child molester. In those days, no one gave a shit. I was never attracted to young boys who changed girlfriends like underwear. Andy was skilled at intense, hot, tangled tongue kisses. Once that was done, he moved on to show me how breasts should be fondled and adored. He made my body feel things that were unbelievable for a woman of any age to experience, never mind a child. From there, he went straight between my legs. He caressed my thighs and twirled his tongue around my secret parts until I shuttered from head to toe. I had no idea what hit me. I guess that was my first orgasm. I did know that I liked it. It certainly wasn’t going to be my last. I never really saw a rock hard manhood until I saw his. He taught me the art of giving the perfect blowjob. I hate the adjective for the act but there really is no way of sugar coating it. I learned how to perfect this art with just the right amount of force. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his penis in a gentle manner. I was such a quick learner. I became a master at this craft. I didn’t realize at this stage of the fame that there was much more to learn. Men love to fuck. The truth of the matter is that perfect oral skills will win you first place every time. It is intimate, hot and erotic. Give the act the respect it deserves. It is quite empowering. Men love to look down and watch. If you have ever looked up at just the right moment, you know that I am right. It will work every time! So after a good amount of that stuff there was only one prize left. It was time to fuck. It was time for me to loose my virginity. This was Andy’s primary goal. He fucked me long and hard. It wasn’t about love. It hurt like hell. He didn’t care. He had a virgin under his belt. When I think back on this event, I hate that it was Andy who got the prize. I didn’t know what love was. I hadn’t met Preston Royce yet. It should have been an expression of mutual adoration shared with someone I cared deeply about. I will always regret that. I do apologize for some of the graphic language used. These are events that need to be told as they really happened. Some things in life are not pretty. Anyway, Andy never used protection and I had no idea that you could get pregnant the first time you had sex. I understand now. I got pregnant the very first time I had sex.

The relationship started to deteriorate the minute this grown man found out that his underage girlfriend was pregnant. Andy did the responsible thing. He started fucking his crazy ex-wife again. I took a cab all by myself to Dobbs Ferry, New York to have an abortion. I lied about my age. I looked older. The procedure cost one hundred and fifty dollars. A good high school friend gave me the money. I was fifteen years old. I will never forget that day. I was clueless. No anesthesia, just a little intravenous tranquilizer and it was done. What a horror it was. There were girls crying everywhere in big lounge chairs. I got up out of my chair regardless of the pain and crawled the hell out of there. I called a cab to take me back home. I made sure the cabbie dropped me off two blocks from my house. I learned a hard lesson on that day. I learned the word birth control. I was ashamed of my actions. I was a child and didn’t know what else to do or where to turn.

The abortion ordeal could not be the end of my world. I was going back to high school in September. I threw Andy in the trash where he belonged. No one knew about it. It is not the kind of thing you ever really discuss.

Sometime during my last two years of high school I met Teddy. He had long hair, big blue eyes and the presence and demeanor of a rock star. Every girl in Sacred Heart High was in love with him. I actually met him in a business class while he was visiting our school for the day with his current girlfriend. He took one look at me and I knew he would leave her on the spot for five minutes of my time. Marianna knew it too. I felt bad for her. She was a nice person. It was inevitable. Teddy and I met up again after a church dance. We stayed out all night because we were totally engrossed in each other. He was sexy loving and romantic. Teddy offered soft lingering kisses that made me want just a little more. I took just a bit more. We fell in love or maybe it was lust. He was sweet and tender. He wrote me songs and poetry. We spent every afternoon at his parent’s house. We fucked every afternoon until one half hour before an adult would come home from work. We had great sex together and used even better drugs while we were fucking the shit out of each other. He bought me a promise ring and ankle bracelet. Could this be love? It wasn’t love. He was in love. I was getting bored. We stayed together for a little while longer because we enjoyed the taste of each other’s secret spots. Teddy fucked like a champion. Sometimes it’s hard to give that up. I was disciplined and knew I had to give Teddy up. Licking, fucking and sucking wasn’t getting me where I wanted to be. There were other issues too.

Teddy was a drunk. He just loved to drink himself into oblivion. I could take or leave the liquor and drugs. Teddy was nowhere near as intelligent as me. He dropped out of high school in his junior year. He worked in some shitty factory. Teddy came from a family that was really dysfunctional. His father was a cop who drank an ungodly amount of booze and beat the shit out of his mother every time he got drunk. His younger brother developed schizophrenia at the ripe old age of seventeen. Teddy had two sisters and another older brother. One of his sisters had her shit together. She was an OR Nurse. The other sister was dating an alcoholic that eventually died in a car crash. I felt so bad for her. His older brother left that house as fast as he could and went into the marine corp. This was not the direction my life was going to take. There was no way that I wanted to live in South Yonkers. I left Teddy and broke his heart. He was a major stalker for a while but stopped when my brother threatened to kill him after he nearly choked me to death and gave me two black eyes. I was going to Iona. So long Teddy. It was fun while it lasted. Now it’s over. I needed to move on up to bigger and better things. I knew that education was the only way for someone like me to better myself. I wanted better. I had purpose and direction.

My memoirs would not be complete without giving some credit to the first Joseph. Joseph was a nice guy. I mean a really good person. He had morals and a good sense of humor. He was the kind of stuff that navy seals were made of. Funny as it seems, when I was done with him he did become some kind of navy hot shot.

Joseph asked me to attend his senior prom. I accepted the invitation because his best friend’s parents were friends with my mother’s sister. We started to get together a few weeks before prom and we had fun. We partied a great deal together and went to concerts. Why wasn’t this guy sexual? He was cute. He was a little short but well built. What the hell was wrong with him? Joe was in love with me and he told me so. He wasn’t kidding. I did not know how to respond to him. He loved me. What the hell for? I tried to get intimate with him but he wasn’t erotic enough. He lacked that let me lick you all over quality. I just wasn’t feeling it! I decided to try and help things along because he was nice. We finally got into bed and when he went down on me, there was nothing. I mean for God’s sake this was my favorite activity. It was the stuff that multiple orgasms were founded on. His tongue did not move toward the right places. He lacked the ability to do more than one thing at a time. It was a shame because I liked him. He was a great guy from a great family. I just could not get off on him. College was just around the corner. I needed to cut him loose. He just kept coming around. He would even visit my family when I wasn’t home. This was not for me. I should have looked a little deeper. He actually loved me for me. Who said: Youth is wasted on the young? I don’t know but whoever they are, it is true. It wasn’t a total loss. I really held him in the highest regard and thought of him as a friend. I will always wish him well and I am sure that he found what he was looking for. It just wasn’t me.

Chapter 3:

Now that those three people are out of the way, we can get back to the benefits of higher education and how the people I met there changed my life forever. My mom use to say: People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. It is up to you to figure out which category they fall into. What she failed to explain was how one individual might fit into all three.

In September of 1978 I was eighteen years old and finally a college freshman. I got to Iona in spite of what some Christian brother had to say. I was not on school property for one full hour, when I met Rich, the waiter from the wedding. Talk about uncanny coincidences? I also met my friend Ava. I could not have met a better person than Ava. She was a kind, cute girl who really should have been appointed Mayor of Iona College. She knew everything about anyone who was worth knowing. We forged a friendship from day one. Ava showed me around campus and told me about Rich and his friends. Ava knew it all. She was a graduate of a fancy New Rochelle private high school. The school was a couple of blocks north of Iona. Ava was a wealth of information. She was like having a pocket dictionary of who is who!

Rich and his friends were very popular. They were sharp looking guys who prized themselves on sexual conquests and fast, flashy cars. This group of egotistical machismos should have owned and operated dirty, laundry factories. They had the filth on everyone. They were classic kiss and tell liars. They were fun.

Ava was quick to tell me that this group of Italian Stallions were interested in finding out more about me. They were too interested as far as Ava was concerned. Did I have a boyfriend? Where did I live? Where did I work? They had lots of questions. She provided no answers. Ava could be depended on to keep a good secret.

Classes started with a brain bang. They were a lot more challenging than high school subjects. I had a full schedule with long breaks in between classes. Some breaks lasted three or four hours. That gave me plenty of time to go to the student lounge to socialize. Let’s face reality. Socialization is the real reason why people go to college. Higher education is just a bonus for showing up.

It wasn’t long before I started to sit with Rich and his friends. There was Joe, Anthony, Marcus, Louis and five others. They really were entertaining. The first to ask me out on a date was Rocco. He offered dinner and a movie. For a Wednesday night that was just fine. He picked me up at my house in Yonkers in a flashy, black, Lincoln Continental. He was dressed like he was going clubbing. You could smell the Pierre Cardin cologne the minute he entered my house. I hated that cologne. It smelled like regret.

We went to see some stupid movie and grabbed a bite to eat at a restaurant-bar kind of place. We sat down, ate a little and had a few drinks. This jerk did not even finish his second vodka and cranberry cocktail when he started to develop hand problems. I pushed off his gestures with humor and told him that I had an eight a.m. class. I have got to get home Rocco!

He paid the bill and we walked to the car. He opened the car door and I got in. He followed. We weren’t driving ten minutes when he pulled off the road and stopped the car in the back of a bakery. Why would he pull into a bakery parking lot? What the hell are we doing here? He told me that his family owned the bakery. I guess owning a bakery was supposed to impress me. The next thing I knew was that this guy had his hands and lips all over me. I started to feel an overwhelming sense of nausea. Rocco smelled like he had not showered in a month. I mean he smelled like shit! He moved his hands like an octopus on steroids. I pushed him back with every ounce of strength I could muster. I slapped him right in his face. He grabbed my hand and pressed the automatic door locks. I opened my lock in half a second and jumped out of the car. I ran out of that dark lot right onto North Avenue. I went to the nearest pay phone and called my girlfriend Lil to pick me up. There were no such things as cell phones at this time. It took her about forty-five minutes to get there. I was shaken. Lil could not believe what I told her about Rocco. I had to face this would be rapist in school the next day. I was ready. This was a real low life that needed discipline.

When I got to school, I instantly befriended people who had a reputation for gossip. They lived for this kind of shit. I told them all about Mr. Rocco. The coward never came to school the next day. In fact, no one saw him for at least a week. Oh well, his actions were no surprise to me. He belonged in a pigpen as far as I was concerned. He certainly smelled like a dirty pig.

Joseph number two was the next guy to approach me from the Richard group. I think you can remember Joseph number one. Joe number two was a rich kid. His father was some kind of construction gangster. He talked a sweet tune. He told me all about his little sisters and how he loved them more than anything in the world. He asked me if I wanted to go ice–skating with him and his little sisters? I love to ice skate. I figured what could he really do with two little girls there?

We went skating on a Sunday afternoon and much to my surprise the girls actually showed up with him. They were cute kids. We had a great time. I skated as a kid every winter in a pond down the street from my house. It wasn’t until a local kid fell under the ice that we stopped skating there. From then on we went to a local Ice Skating Rink on Friday nights.

Next date with Joe was to a nice, new club in Scarsdale, New York. I loved clubs. The cover to get in was expensive. It was certainly out of this Yonkers girl’s budget. Naturally, Joe knew the owner so I thought it would be a nice evening. We did get the V.I.P. treatment. We danced and drank and danced. We had the best table in the house. I was having a good time. I didn’t really care about Joe but I was enjoying the atmosphere. It got late. It was time to leave. We said our goodbyes to his friends and got into his shiny, Cadillac Seville. In just about ten seconds, this guy went from sweet to savage. He pushed that long, fat tongue down my throat and his rough mustache was scratching my lower lip. He then proceeded to try and rip my shirt down so he could nibble on my nipples. I hardly knew this creep. I pushed him off and I pushed hard. He backed right off. He knew that I was really pissed off. I told him to take me home immediately. He was obedient. There was never going to be a third date. I knew there would be shit at school the next day and there was. Nothing really happened. I could face the bullshit and him. I had nothing to hide. I doubt he would be bragging about rejection.

I wasn’t out of my car for more than ten minutes when I realized that the entire school was buzzing about the Rocco and Joseph live soap opera. Everybody who was anybody knew what happened and they now knew that it happened twice. There is not a man alive who doesn’t relish the idea of defaming that which he believes to be virtuous. It is kind of ironic. Savannah Summers, a virtuous little virgin? I knew what and where I had been. Nobody else needed to know. The Richard guys were mortally wounded by my actions. They saw themselves as the get over kings. I was told they were betting on who could get to know me in the biblical sense. Imagine that? I asked Ava to check out the facts on this wager issue.

Ava was beside herself. She told me that there was a bet going on. I looked at her like she was crazy. A bet for what, I said? Bet on you she answered. It seems that there is a thousand dollars on the table for anyone who can get fuck you senseless and prove it. I was absolutely flawed. I do believe we attend a Catholic College run by Jesuits. All I could do was laugh. In fact, we both laughed hysterically. How crazy is something like that? It was crazy enough to be true.

One by one, these pieces of shit presented themselves and tried every trick and temptation in the book. It was sort of a tragic comedy to behold. William Shakespeare would have had a field day. They lined up like vultures and swarmed around me like dogs in fucking heat. It was disgusting. I would not waiver. My father was a gambler and he taught me how to play against the odds. I played well. In fact, I tortured these bastards. I wore clothes that would make St. Francis fall from grace. The odds were in my favor. At least, I thought they were in my favor. I wasn’t quite prepared for what was ahead. Who is ever truly prepared when it comes to matters of the heart?

Chapter 4

I can remember this day like it was five minutes ago. It has been thirty years since the actual moment. The day was April 18, 1979. That calendar date marked the moment in time that my life would change forever. Was it for the better? I will never know the answer to that question. You can judge. I still debate about the issue now!

Ava and I had gone to Puerto Rico for spring break. We had a great time. John Carlo, a French Canadian that I met there, really knew how to show a girl a good time. His friend Jacque was just fine for Ava. We needed some recreation. No one would fucking know about it anyway! We were in Puerto Rico. French men are absolutely fabulous in bed. They caress you down to your soul and make you believe everything they say. They are liars. Who cares? If you have not tried a man like this, I heartily recommend it. Do it in a foreign place so you can really cut loose. Never shit where you sleep. Good sound advice from Dad.

Not loosing track of April 18, 1979, let me tell you about the day that changed my life. There was a great deal of construction going on at Iona College. Spellman Hall housed the student center and the cafeteria. I had three straight classes and I was starving. I had made plans with Ava and Lil to meet for lunch. I got out of class and there was a damn construction crew in front of the left staircase going down to Spellman Hall’s cafeteria. I had to walk around the construction crew and use the right stairs. I looked great that day. I had on high daisy duke, cropped, white shorts, nice platform shoes and a skimpy tee shirt. My hair was beach wavy and loosely pulled up. I had a great tan too. I just got back from my vacation with Ava. John Carlo had done wonders for my confidence level. I felt sexy and alive. I knew that I oozed desire. I was still carrying that French passion in my heart. It amplified my outside appearance. Every person I passed on the sidewalk wanted a piece of what I portrayed on the outside. But they were clueless on how I got it. That was the best part!

I started to make my way down the ten steps that got you to the door of the cafeteria. I made it to the fifth step and was stopped abruptly by a bump. It was like I hit a barrier. I bumped directly into someone coming up the stairs. I looked up quite annoyed. The bump was hard. I had on high heels. I almost lost my footing. This was the moment when everything changed. I didn’t know it then but I was never going to be the same. I guess this a perfect example of predetermined destiny. Destiny will find you whether you’re looking for it or not.

I was boldly interrupted in my descent by inviting brown, penetrating eyes. This person’s eye color was almost identical to my own. Above those bedroom eyes was a full, smooth forehead. This individual’s face dimensions were in perfect proportion to one another. Michelangelo could not have done a better job. The brow folded into light brown pushed back hair. His hair had just the right amount of wave on the ends. Fabulous sunglasses adorned his perfect locks. I moved back down past the eyes and looked at a small nose. The nose was roman in feature. It was much like my own. I focused on his lips. These lips were full, pink and oh so inviting! The rest of his face was round and attractively full at the bottom. The sight of what was in front of me took me off guard. I was worried that I appeared like a deer in headlights. I think it was all in my mind. Snap out of it Savannah. It was time to continue down the stairs. I moved to the right and so did he. I moved to the left and he did so as well. He laughed a subtle, sexy chuckle. He smiled and revealed the most perfect set of teeth that I have ever seen. These teeth looked like they belonged to a movie actor. They were exactly the same size. They were perfectly aligned and so white. Then came that voice. He said: One of us has got to stand still so the other can get by. He held out both arms to stop me from moving. We just looked into each other’s eyes for one minute. It seemed like an eternity. I said: Ok. I am not going to move so you can go first. He said: I’d like you to go first. I laughed heartily. I began to walk away. I whispered God help me and prayed he didn’t hear me. My mind was going in a million directions. Who was that? Why had I never seen him before? What is his name? I stopped in the ladies room to pee and think. I always have my greatest brainstorms while peeing. I have to get to Ava. She will know. I will give her his description and she will absolutely know who he is. Ava knows everyone.

I rushed through the cafeteria looking for Ava. Damn it. She was all the way on the other side of this immense room. I hurried across the cafeteria dodging all the hellos that came my way. Ava looked up at me and said: His name is Preston. He got to me first. He already knows your name. What else would you like to know? He came over here to you already? Oh yea. He did indeed. I was totally turning inside out. I had a million questions. Ava answered them through her laughter. I began to think to myself out loud. His name is Preston. He just transferred from Fairfield University. He hangs out with all the Richard guys. What else Ava? Girlfriend, he is very, very rich. His dad owns like some huge manufacturing company. He drives hot, fucking cars. He will take you to the best clubs in the city. Would you like to dance the night away at Studio 54? You name it girl, he’s got it! I suddenly felt ill. What the hell would a guy like that want with me? I felt annoyed that he wasn’t regular. What would our families have in common? His family owns a big manufacturing company. My father is a truck driver. Hey, fuck him! Damn it! Why couldn’t he be like a plumber’s son or something? Hey, why am I being so fucking insecure? He ran to ask my friend about me. He didn’t know that I was running to ask about him. I just kept thinking about those eyes, those sunglasses, and the tight, tight jeans. Good God, I loved his face. I adored the way he carried himself. When he touched me with those hands I could feel the electricity shooting right through me. I know he felt it too. Preston was under serious consideration. This was a moment in life that took the breath right out of my body. I wasn’t prepared for this.

I decided I needed to go back to the bathroom to sort all this out. This certainly wasn’t my normal reaction to any person. What was different about this man? I looked up and there he was leaning against a wall. He stood there looking at me and through me. Hi again? Hello. He smirked and spoke. You have a great tan. I know you weren’t vacationing in Florida. I was there and never would have forgotten meeting you. Did you have a good time wherever you went? You would have had a better time with me. I smiled and said: How can you be so sure of that? I am quite sure of myself. I am always right. I am definitely right about you Savannah. How do you know my name Preston? He laughed. I had to know your name because I knew that you might want to know my name. You do know my name. I am therefore right. Now that we are passed this, where would you like to go tonight? What? You heard me. Where would you like to go? I looked at him blankly and said: Nowhere. I have plans for this evening. Break your plans Savannah! I am sorry. I cannot do that today. It would be rude of me to disappoint a friend on such short notice. Maybe we can get together some time soon? Ok for now he said. I see that you want to keep me waiting for a little while. Just make sure that it is not too long. I hate waiting for things that I want to acquire. Excuse me? Didn’t you hear what I said? I am speaking in English. He was speaking in English and his diction was perfect. Every syllable was so clear. God I have such a shit, Yonkers accent. I have to use the ladies room but will catch up to you later. I look forward to it. You really are something else Savannah. I said nothing like a total idiot. I was loosing my footing on solid ground. Wow!

I could not believe what I heard from Preston’s scrumptious mouth. Who the hell did he think he was talking to? Did I look like a servant or an employee? What an arrogant asshole. Think about what he said Savannah? Don’t keep me waiting. Preston will wait. I don’t care if you’re illegally handsome. You certainly are obnoxious. You are going to wait. I hope that this is the first time in your life that you have waited for anything. I hope that I can live through my own threat. My hands were quivering. I was breathing rapidly. I felt all tingly inside. I needed to get a life.

I made up my mind to put this jerk right out of my head. Hold on a minute. It’s Wednesday! Wednesday is a great night for a barbecue at Peachtree Club. I am getting dressed to kill and going out with my friends to have a fabulous fuck you Preston evening. I did