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bud mitchell was driving his ford explorer down dune road. Up ahead was a sign that said cupsogue beach county park, open dawn ’til dusk. It was getting dark, but Bud drove through an empty parking lot, on the other side of which was a wide nature trail, partially blocked by a roller fence. a sign said there were no vehicles. he said to the woman sitting in his passenger seat, “are you sure you want to do this?” Jill Winslow responded, “Yeah, it’s exciting.” Bud nodded without enthusiasm. he circled the fence and continued in an SUV down the sandy trail flanked by tall, grassy dunes. Having extramarital sex should have been exciting enough for both of them, she thought, but Jill didn’t see it that way. To her, cheating on her husband was only worth it if the sex, romance, and excitement were better than at home. for him, the taboo of having sex with another man’s wife turned him on. Around his fortieth birthday, Bud Mitchell had come to the startling conclusion that women were different. now, five years later and two years after this adventure, he realized that his and jill’s fantasies did not communicate very well. Still, Jill Winslow was beautiful, willing, and most importantly, she was someone else’s wife and she wanted to keep it that way. to him, safe sex meant having it with a married woman. An added bonus for Bud was that he and his wife, Arlene, traveled in the same social circles as Jill and her husband, Mark. When the four of them were together at a social function, Bud felt the opposite of awkward or guilty; he felt fantastic, his ego knew no bounds and he secretly reveled in the knowledge that he had seen every inch of beautiful jill winslow’s naked body. but, it wasn’t that secret, of course, or it wouldn’t have been so much fun. At the beginning of the adventure, when they were both nervous about getting caught, they swore not to tell anyone. both had since hinted that they had had to rely on close friends solely for the purpose of providing cover stories for their absences from home and home. Bud always wondered which of his friends knew, and at social gatherings he had fun trying to guess. They had driven in separate cars from their homes on Long Island’s Gold Coast, about fifty-five miles from Westhampton, and Jill had parked in a town parking lot where they had met, then driven together to a hotel in Bud’s Explorer. At the hotel, Bud had asked him what his cover story was and got a one word answer, so he asked again, “Where are you tonight?” “Dinner with a girlfriend who owns a place in East Hampton. Shopping tomorrow.” he added, “that part is true, since you have to get home in the morning.” “Is the friend okay with this?” she let out an exasperated sigh. “Yes. Don’t worry about it.” “okay.” Bud noticed that she never asked him about his cover story, as if the less he knew the better. He volunteered, “I’m deep sea fishing with friends. Bad cell phone reception in the ocean.” Jill shrugged. Bud Mitchell understood that, in his own way, he and Jill both loved their slightly boring wives, loved their children, and loved their comfortable upper-middle-class lives. They also loved each other, or said they did, but not enough to throw everything away to be together seven days a week. three or four times a month seemed to be enough. the trail ended at a sand dune and bud stopped. Jill said, “Go to the beach.” bud veered off the sandy trail into the ocean. The explorer descended a gradual incline through scrub and kelp as he navigated around a tall dune. he stopped on the other side of the dune, where the vehicle could not be seen from the path. his dash clock read 7:22.
copyright © 2004 by nelson demille
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