Jolene sees Jake come into Erin’s Cut and Curl
salon on a sunny Thursday morning. She waits for him to take a seat in her barber’s
chair out of sight of others then greets him in a soft seductive voice, “Good
morning, Jake”.
“Good
morning, Jolene,” he says trying to keep his voice emotionless.
“The usual, Jake, or do you want to try it a
little shorter?”
“A little shorter is okay if you like it better
that way,” Jake replies softly so he won’t be heard.
Jolene is wearing her tightest shorts and lowest
cut blouse in anticipation of seeing Jake in the afternoon. As she cuts the
sides of his hair she presses one leg against his leg. When she gets to the
front she straddles his leg and squeezes it between her legs. As Jake enjoys
the view of her cleavage he says quietly, “Do all your customers get this
treatment?”
“Most of them like it, but maybe I don’t give
them the full treatment you’re getting this morning.”
“Careful or I won’t be able to leave here
without holding my shirt in front.”
Jolene bends over and whispers in his ear, “Good
to know I can still excite you. Be ready earlier this afternoon. I have
something I want to discuss with you after you know what. It’ll take a while so
I am leaving here early.”
Right after lunch Jolene leaves the salon and
goes to an appointment she’s made with Paul Waters at his law office.
“How can I help you, Mrs. Crenshaw?” asks the
dour graying lawyer when Jolene is shown into his office.
“I’m sure you are aware of all the uproar over
my husband’s plan to develop the Wellborne beach property. I’m concerned about
him. He’s getting anonymous death threats. I’m also concerned for myself. If
something happens to him I don’t know where I stand. The house is his, the boat
is his, the cars, the bank accounts, everything is in his name only. If
something happens to him will I be left with nothing? I know he doesn’t have a
will and he won’t discuss it when I bring it up. I grew up poor and don’t want
to be poor again.”
“It’s unfortunate that some men don’t think
about wills or their wives' needs when they are young and healthy. But you may
have nothing to worry about. Does Carson have any other living relatives?”
“No, he told me his last living relative, a
nephew died in a car accident two years ago.”
“If that
is so and you have your marriage license you have nothing to worry about. There
will have to be probate if Carson should die, I can make sure that’s quick. You’ll
inherit all of Carson’s property when probate is complete.”
“Do I need to do anything now?”
“No, everything will be okay. Don’t worry about
Carson. I think the threats are people just blowing off steam. They aren’t
going to do anything other than making a fuss. Try to ignore all the drama. I’m
sure it’ll blow over.”
“Thank you, Mr. Waters. What do I owe you?”
“Nothing, Mrs. Crenshaw. Our talk took only a
few minutes and I don’t bill for such easy questions.”
Jolene gets up, smiles at Waters and leaves his
office trying not to let him see her smile getting bigger as she goes out the
door.
In the early afternoon Jolene arrives at Jake’s
cabin. They go straight to bed as usual. It’s a warm day and hot in the cabin
so they take it slowly. After an hour they lie naked next to each other. Jolene
says, “My God, you did just what I wanted, Jake. I’ve had a lot on my mind and
I needed that.”
“Always happy to help you relieve your stress,
Jolene. You said you have something to discuss with me today.”
“Yes, I need you more than Thursday afternoons,
Jake. Carson is so caught up in this Wellborne development he hardly says hello
to me. Before we were married he would take me out on his boat in the evenings.
We’d take a picnic and a twelve-pack of beer. He taught me to fish and I loved
it. After we fished for a while and there were no other boats in sight we’d
make love naked in the twilight. Then we’d eat our dinner and chat. It reminded
me of the times you and I had sex in the grass outside this cabin on hot nights.
After we married Carson never took me fishing again. He only fishes with men
he’s doing business with. He’s out with David Wellborne every weekend Wellborne
comes north discussing their land deal. Now he hardly pays any attention to me.
I don’t care about him anymore. I want us to be together more than a short time
on Thursdays.”
“I’d like that, Jolene, but you know I don’t
have any money. I can’t support you the way you’ve gotten used to with Carson’s
money.”
“Jake, there is a way I can have you and
Carson’s house, boat and money. I finally convinced him to take out a huge life
insurance policy, so I will have no debts and money leftover if he dies. If
something happens to him I’ll get everything. He has no relatives so I get it
all. I’ve checked with the lawyer Paul Waters and he confirms it.”
“Jolene, Carson’s still young. He has a lot of
years left.”
“Not if I can help it, Jake. A lot of people in
town are hopping mad about him developing the Wellborne beach. He’s getting
death threats and I’ve let everyone I know Carson’s getting threats. Jake, if
you kill him now everyone will think it’s one of those screaming activists. No
one will suspect you. I would do it but they always suspect wives if a husband
is murdered. It has to be you.”
“Wow! That’s a big step, Jolene. I’ll think
about it. No promises though. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in
Jackson prison.”
“Okay, Jake, but don’t think too long. I need
you desperately. Now is the time to get rid of Carson when so many others are
out for his hide. Tell you what. There is going to be an open meeting at the
County Library on Saturday night at 7:00. Carson is going to explain his plans
for the Wellborne property to the community. The Chamber people are telling
Carson he needs to be completely open about his plans. From the gossip I’ve
heard at the salon the activists will be there to protest. Go to the meeting,
Jake and you’ll see Carson’s getting threats. Then you’ll see now is the time
to get rid of him and have the activists blamed.”
“Okay, Jolene, I can go to the meeting.”
“Good, sorry, I have to go now. Carson will be
expecting me home as usual.”
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