Indiscreet

Written by: Shirley

E-mail: sgoates2607@charter.net

Rating: NC-17 (Sexual content and Language)

Context:  A scenario that might have occurred early in Nick’s tenure with Fallin 
& Associates. This is Naughty Nick at his best/worst.  It is all in fun, if a 
bit raunchy.  

Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction.  Some of the characters have been 
shamelessly stolen from “The Guardian” while others are strictly figments of my 
imagination.   Any resemblance of any of the characters depicted here to real 
persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  

~*~*~*~

“Hello.”  Nick answered his phone.

“Nick.  Could you come here a minute?  I want to introduce you to someone.”  It 
was his dad soliciting an appearance from him.  

“I guess, Dad.  Will it take long?  I’ve got an appointment at the clinic.”  He 
was still having difficulty organizing his time between corporate and charity 
work.  And now he had to play his dad’s silly games.

He rapped twice on the door and entered.  Burton was seated behind his desk, 
leaning back in his chair, his glasses in his hands.  Sitting in the chair 
across from his dad was a woman, probably in her late 30’s, maybe early 40’s.  
She was attractive, if severe; exuding a no-nonsense, take-charge ambience.  Her 
dark hair was pulled severely back in a French twist.  She sat stiffly in the 
chair with her legs crossed; nice legs.  Her suit was no off-the-rack designer 
knock-off.  It was likely the real thing.  Upon entering, Nick had glanced her 
way and forced a quick grin.  She caught his glance and returned it with a 
penetrating stare.

“Nick.  I wanted you to meet Lindy Larkin.”  Burton smiled and straightened in 
his chair.  

Nick approached with his hand extended.  Ms. Larkin took his hand but remained 
seated.  “Nice to meet you,” Nick said mechanically.  He noticed when he tried 
to remove his hand, she held on longer than normal.  He cast her a quizzical 
look and she smiled back at him.  ‘Was she coming on to him?’ he wondered.  ‘No, 
surely not.’  She released his hand.  

“Have a seat, son.”  

Nick shrugged and sat in the chair beside Ms. Larkin.  
He leaned back as far as he could in the chair and sat up straight.  He had his 
elbow resting on the armrest and his hand to his mouth.  He was trying to take 
the measure of this woman without her realizing what he was doing.  When she 
glanced his way he lowered his eyes.  

“Lindy comes from Davis & McCabe out of Philadelphia, Nicholas,” his father 
added.  

Nick squeezed his lips together and nodded.  “I see,” he said.  “What brings you 
to our fair city, Ms. Larkin?” he asked, curiously.

“Well, Nick, your father convinced me to come to work for him.  He made me an 
offer I couldn’t refuse,” she said, looking across the desk at Burton.  They 
exchanged knowing glances.

Nick thought he picked up some kind of signal or latent meaning in her 
statement.  He looked at his father who looked back at him, grinning.  Nick 
scowled.  Burton averted his eyes and, laying his glasses on the desk, said, 

“She’s agreed to come to work for us.  She’ll be replacing Bud Stephens as 
senior partner.  She’ll take his old office.”  Bud had passed away recently and 
many associates were jockeying for position to be his replacement.  “I’d like 
you to work with her to get her acclimated around here.”

“Sure,” Nick said bluntly.  So his dad had gone outside the firm, again, to hire 
a senior partner. And a woman, to boot.  His dad wouldn’t get any loyalty points 
for that.  

“Well, I guess that’s it for now, Nick.  Lindy, do you have any questions?”  

“Maybe one.  Nick, could we meet for drinks tonight so we can get to know each 
other and you can bring me up to speed on the routine?”  Nick looked at his 
father.  Burton raised his eyebrows, waiting for Nick to respond.

“You have some place in mind?” he asked.  

“I’m staying at the Hilton-Pittsburgh Towers.  Why not meet in the bar at, say, 
8:00?”  She licked her lips and smiled.  He nodded and stood.  

“Dad, I really have to be going,” he said, nodding towards the door. 

“Fine, son.”  

Nick closed the door quietly behind him and stood outside for just a moment 
trying to evaluate what had just happened.  Finally, shaking his head from side 
to side, he walked to his office to get his briefcase.  

~*~

“Nick, you’re late for your appointment.”  It was Alvin bustin’ his balls again. 
 Didn’t he realize he had other responsibilities?  Nick shrugged as Alvin 
approached him.  “You may not think your work here is important but I have news 
for you, Mr. Fallin.  You keep this up and the courts may have other plans for 
you.”  Nick stood unwavering as he usually did through Alvin’s frequent tirades. 
 “What do you have to say for yourself, Mr. Fallin?”  Alvin asked, 
contemptuously.  

Finally, he just had to say, “I do have a real job, you know.”  

“Oh, I see,” Alvin said, derisively.  “So, you don’t think your work here is a 
real job.  You had better start taking your responsibilities here seriously, Mr. 
Fallin, or I will have to include your repeated tardiness and your insolent 
attitude in my report.”  

“Okay.  Okay,” he said, impatiently. 

“Now, get over to the courthouse and relieve James since he took your 
appointment this morning.  He’s in Judge Anders’ courtroom.  

Nick obediently turned and started for the elevator.  Alvin called after him, “I 
expected more professionalism out of you, Mr. Fallin, knowing your father like I 
do.”  Nick stopped in his tracks, but didn’t turn around.  There it is again, 
Nick thought.  The inevitable comparison with his father.  He had given up a 
long time ago trying to live up to that image.  He continued towards the 
elevator. 

~*~

As Nick entered the bar at the Hilton, he wasn’t sure what to expect.  He stood 
at the door long enough for his eyes to get used to the darkness then started 
looking around the room.  In a moment he noticed Ms. Larkin waving from a 
secluded booth at the back of the bar.  

He noticed she had changed clothes.  She was now dressed in a short, 
form-fitting black dress, which hugged the curves of her perfect figure.  The 
French twist was gone; her hair now fell in loose curls around her face and onto 
her shoulders.  She definitely looked less corporate and more feminine than she 
had earlier in the day.  

“Nick,” she acknowledged him, with a big smile.  
Nick slipped into the booth across from her and said, “Ms. Larkin.”  The barmaid 
appeared immediately and Nick ordered a Manhattan.  

“Nick, do you think you could call me Lindy?”  

“I guess I could if I had to,” he said, arrogantly.  She mimed a pout. 
He cast her a steely-eyed stare.  This was his father’s idea and he didn’t much 
like being here playing nursemaid to Ms. Larkin.  

“I had really hoped we could be friends, Nick.”  

“We can be business associates.”  He let that sink in then added, “I usually 
like to choose my own friends.”  His glare remained steady.  He drummed his 
fingertips on the table.  

Lindy reached across the table and placed her hand on his, squeezing it lightly. 

 “I think you could learn to like me, if you would just let yourself.”  He 
pulled his hand out of her grasp.  

He leaned back in the booth and watched her for a moment.  He wasn’t mistaken.  
She was definitely coming on to him.  “You wanna fuck me, don’t you, Ms. 
Larkin,” he said, matter-of-factly.  He had expected she would recoil in shock, 
but no such reaction.  She was one tough cookie.  

“Are you offering, Mr. Fallin?” she asked, coyly.  

“What’s in it for me?”  Now they were negotiating.  He couldn’t believe it.  

“A night to remember,” she whispered.  

Unfazed, he said, “I’m curious, Ms. Larkin.  Are you going to sleep with all the 
associates at Fallin?”  He raised his eyebrows.

“Only those who appeal to me,” she said with a wink.  

The barmaid returned with Nick’s drink. He twisted the glass nervously around on 
the table, then asked, “Well, if you’re trying to sleep your way to the top, 
don’t you think you’re going the wrong way?  Shouldn’t you be sleeping with the 
partners?”  

“Now, now, Nick.  Enough about my sex life.  Let’s hear about yours.”  

“My sex life is none of your business.”  Nick took a large sip of his drink.  
There was something oddly appealing about this older woman.  He had to admit he 
was curious… a night to remember.  Well, he thought he had seen it all, done it 
all… but could she teach him a few tricks?  

“I guess that’s a ‘No’ then,” she stated, referring back to her earlier 
question.   She was running her finger around her lips.  Her lips parted and she 
stuck the tip of her finger just inside her mouth and sucked it sensually.  
Her actions were achieving the desired results.  He was beginning to get hard.  
He glanced away and took another sip of his drink.  He gasped slightly as he 
felt her foot on his crotch.  She rubbed her foot against his hardness.  He 
closed his eyes and swallowed hard.  

She smiled and said, “Well, I guess you’ve changed your mind, Mr. Fallin.”  He 
opened his eyes.  “Room 1250 in 15 minutes.”  She removed her foot from his 
crotch and slipped it back into her shoe.  She got up to leave.  Licking her 
fingertips, she touched them to his lips, then slowly turned and strutted out of 
the bar.  

If he were smart, he would run like hell.  But, he had to admit.  She had peaked 
his interest.  He waited the requisite time, paid the bill and found himself in 
the elevator on the way to the 12th floor.  

Outside the door, he hesitated a moment, then knocked.  

Lindy opened the door dressed in a white teddy with a short matching peignoir 
loosely tied over the top.  Her long legs ended in a pair of mules, trimmed in 
fur.  Nick knew a lot of younger women who would kill for that body.  She had 
really taken care of herself.  

The window drapes were open with a view of the cityscape; the city lights 
sparkling like thousands of tiny stars.  Candles were stationed all around the 
room.  The bed was turned back and champagne was chilling.  The black widow’s 
web was ready.  

She grabbed his tie and gently pulled him into the room.  Still holding his tie, 
she kissed him on the mouth, her tongue finding his.  She then removed his suit 
jacket, tossing it over a nearby chair.  Slowly, she began to loosen his tie, 
all the while rubbing against him.  His earlier erection had passed but he was 
getting an encore.  He put his hands on the small of her back and pulled her 
into him.  She now unbuttoned his shirt, slowly and deliberately.  She pulled 
the shirttail out of his pants then rubbed her hands on his chest.  She flicked 
her tongue across his nipples.   

He was beginning to get really worked up. He loosened the tie to her dressing 
gown and bent to kiss her on the neck and shoulders.  His arms around her, he 
pulled her roughly to him.  

“Slow down, sport,” she said, laughing lightly.  “We’ve got all night.”  She 
turned and walked to the champagne bucket.  “Would you do the honors,” she 
asked, holding the bottle out to him.  

He took the bottle and deftly opened it with very little pop and spew.  She held 
out two champagne flutes.  He poured the glasses two-thirds full.  
He lifted his glass to his lips and took a small sip.  He watched her raise her 
glass to her mouth, run her tongue around the rim, and take a tiny sip.  She sat 
on the bed and leaned back against the headboard, which was piled with pillows. 
Nick unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and removed his shirt.  He unbuckled his belt 
and undid his trousers.  Sitting on the foot of the bed, he removed his shoes 
and pants.   He walked around and stood beside the bed next to where Lindy was 
sitting propped up on the bed.  She reached out and grabbed the waistband of his 
boxers and pulled him onto the bed.  She quickly straddled him and bent to kiss 
him on the mouth.  Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth and then traced his 
lips.  He nibbled at her top lip then her bottom lip and then covered her mouth 
with his, kissing her deeply.  

With difficulty, he managed to remove his boxers while she remained on top of 
him.  He then unsnapped the crotch of her teddy and raising her hips he guided 
her onto his shaft which was painfully engorged.  She drew her breath in sharply 
and threw her head back and moaned.  With his hands on her hips he helped her 
move up and down his shaft.  His eyes were closed as he concentrated on his 
pleasure.  She bent to kiss him, her hair falling around his face.  He rolled 
her over and continued his thrusts.  

“Oh, God, Nick.  Yes, there, right there,” she said as he hit the spot.  “Fuck 
me, baby, fuck me.”  He rammed it home until he felt his climax coming.  He felt 
her shudder and moan, writhing beneath him.  He continued to pump as he exploded 
inside her.  Minutes later, totally spent, he rolled off her and lay gazing at 
the ceiling, his body glistening with perspiration.  

She turned his face to hers and said, “You get an A for effort for that one.  I 
figured you’d be good in bed and you didn’t disappoint.”  She reached for her 
glass of champagne and put it to his lips for him to drink.  She took a sip 
after him.  She dipped her tongue in the glass then kissed him.  He could still 
taste the champagne on her tongue.  

Lindy was insatiable.  Nick got home at 2:30 am and dropped into bed, totally 
spent.  

~*~

After a very short night’s sleep, Nick awoke eager to get to work to find out 
what lay ahead.  He walked in to Fallin & Associates and found a general office 
meeting in progress outside his father’s office.  

“…and Ms. Larkin will be our newest senior partner.  I want you all to give her 
a warm welcome.”  Burton was introducing Lindy to the office staff.  Nick stood 
over to the side with his arms crossed over his chest.  He noticed she was again 
dressed in the severe corporate style, far different from her feminine attire of 
the night before.  He caught her eye and grinned.  The meeting was over.  He 
walked to his office, shut the door and began looking over the contracts for a 
presentation he was preparing for later on that day.  

Lindy knocked lightly and entered Nick’s office, shutting the door behind her.   
Nick glanced up and scowled.  He didn’t like people barging into his office, no 
matter who it was.  Lindy seated herself in the chair opposite and crossed her 
legs.  Nick drew a deep breath.  Just the way she moved, she exuded sex.  

“What can I do for you?” he asked, trying to keep it businesslike.  

“Were you going to show me around today?”  That’s right.  His dad had asked him 
get her acclimated to the routine.  

“I tell you what.  I have a full day today so I’ll just let you review some of 
the cases I have pending and you can give me your take on them later.  By the 
way, do you mind if I ask you how you know my father?”  

“Let’s just say we’ve done business together before.”  She cast a secretive 
glance his way.  She got up to leave.  

“I’ll get you set up in the conference room with my files,” he said.  She nodded 
and he added, “Oh, and let’s keep it on a business level here in the office, 
shall we.”  The last thing he wanted was everyone in the office knowing he was 
fucking the new hire.  

She hesitated at the door and then said, “Sure.  Whatever you say, Mr. Fallin.”  


~*~

Later that morning Jake knocked on his door and entered.  He was grinning from 
ear to ear.  He shut the door and stepped into the room.  Still standing he 
asked, “Nick, what do ya think of the new senior partner?”  He raised his 
eyebrows.  

Nick looked at him curiously and then asked, “What do you mean, Jake?”  
“Well, I mean, she’s pretty hot.”  Jake grinned.

Nick scowled back and said, “Give it a rest, Jake.  Did you want something?”  

Jake’s grin faded and he said meekly, “No, I guess not.”  As he turned to leave 
he was thinking that Nick was the hardest person he had ever met, to get to 
know.  

Nick didn’t look up as Jake left the office.  

~*~

For the next week, Nick and Lindy continued to meet after work and the evenings 
always ended in bed.  She would be at the Hilton another week until she could 
get moved into her apartment.  It was a Friday night and Nick was to meet her at 
the hotel bar at 8:00.  

At 6:00 o’clock, Nick answered his cell phone, “Yeah.” 

“Nick.  Something’s come up and I can’t meet you tonight.  Can we make it 
another time?”  It was Lindy.  

“Sure.”  He was clearly disappointed.  But, this would give him a chance to have 
that dinner with his dad. 

Nick called his father who was still at the office.  “Dad, what do ya say we 
have dinner tonight?”  

“I’d love to, son, but I have a previous engagement.  Maybe another time.”  It 
was Friday night and he had just struck out twice.   Well, he hadn’t seen Amy in 
a while.  He would give her a try.

“Amy.  Yeah, this is Nick.  You busy tonight?”  He waited.  “Good.  How would 
you like to go to Club Stanion?” He smiled at the phone.  Amy was always excited 
about going out with him.  She was quite a bit younger but lots of fun.  “I know 
that’s your favorite place.  Okay, I’ll pick you up at 7:00.”  He drove home, 
took a quick shower, changed clothes and drove to pick Amy up.  

On the way to the club, Amy prattled on non-stop about the classes she was 
taking at Pitt and about some crazy parties she’d been to.  It was at one of 
those wild parties last year where Nick had met her; plenty of drugs, booze and 
women.  

When they arrived at the club it was already beginning to fill up.  The crowd 
was an eclectic mix of old and young.  It was primarily a dance club but you 
could get food there also.  Nick rarely saw any of his business associates at 
this place.  It was frequented by older men from out of town, looking to pick up 
a sweet young thing, and a lot of the college crowd.  They were led to a booth 
towards the back and quickly placed their order for dinner and drinks.  

When Nick was with Amy he didn’t have to do much talking.  She blabbered on and 
on.  And she gave him plenty of attention; she was all over him.  After they ate 
they danced a few dances.  They were talking over drinks when, out of the corner 
of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Lindy.  He was startled to see her sitting in 
a booth, across the room, with his dad.  He saw her reach across the table and 
take his hand.  They were laughing.  

“Nick, Nick.”  It was Amy trying to get his attention.  She wanted to dance 
again.  

“You know, Amy.  I have a big day tomorrow at the office.  I’m gonna have to cut 
this evening short.  Come on.”  They quickly made their exit.  He dropped Amy 
off at her apartment with a little kiss in the car.  He watched her enter the 
building and then he slowly drove off.  

Did he just see what he saw?  Could Lindy be fucking his dad?  He didn’t know 
what he was feeling at this moment.  He really didn’t have any deep feelings for 
Lindy.  She was just a lay.  But, his dad?  He couldn’t figure out her game.  
He drove around thinking for a long while and suddenly found himself parked 
across the street from the Hilton.  It was 10:00.  He wasn’t sure if his dad had 
already dropped Lindy off or not.  He decided to wait a little while and just 
before 10:30 Nick saw his dad pull up and park outside the hotel.  They both got 
out of the car and walked arm in arm, laughing, into the hotel.  

He waited for his dad to return.  It was after midnight when Nick saw Burton 
emerge from the hotel.  

~*~
 
Nick knocked on his father’s office door and entered.

“Oh, mornin,’ Nicholas.”  It was early, but Burton was already hard at work at 
his desk.  

Nick didn’t know where to start.  He walked to the window and stared out at the 
sun peaking around the skyscrapers.  

When he didn’t say anything, Burton asked, “What is it, son?” He looked up from 
his desk as he leaned back in his chair.  

Nick turned from the window to face his father.  “What’s going on with you and 
Lindy?” he asked, accusingly. 

“What?”  Burton was caught off guard by the question.  

“Are you fucking her?”  Nick spat out the question.  

“What the hell?  Where’s that coming from, Nicholas?”  Nick turned back to the 
window.  He couldn’t face his dad.  This was tricky business.  

“I saw you with her at Club Stanion last night.”  Nick looked back at his father 
to get his reaction.

“Okay.”  Burton didn’t betray any guilty secret.  

“And back at her hotel?  Two hours to say goodnight? Come on, Dad.  What’s going 
on?”  Burton could see that Nick was agitated about something. 

“What?  Were you following me?” Burton asked.  Nick ducked his head in 
embarrassment and turned back to the window, pushing his jacket back and putting 
his hands on his hips.  

When Nick didn’t answer Burton said, “For your information, Nicholas, I don’t 
sleep with the people I work with.  And I would suggest that you do the same.  
It’s never a good idea.”  

“But the hotel?”  Nick was again referring to the two hours at the hotel.  

“It just so happens I ran into an old friend, Mr. Jamison, and we had a few 
drinks at the bar.”

Nick was completely undone by this revelation.  He walked around to the chair 
and sat down with his head in his hands.  

Burton rubbed his hand across the top of his head.  He finally said, quietly, 
“So, you’re sleeping with Lindy.”  It was a statement, not a question.  Nick 
could hear the disappointment in his father’s voice.  When Nick didn’t deny it, 
he added, “I’m surprised at you, Nick.  I thought you knew that fraternizing was 
taboo.” 

“It was your idea I spend time with her.  She practically raped me at the hotel 
bar that first night.”  Well, that was a feeble excuse.  He didn’t think his 
father was going to buy that.  

“I suggest, Nicholas, that you get control over yourself.  Now, if it weren’t 
for the fact that I’ve known Lindy’s father since law school and consider Lindy 
a close and dear friend, I would say we had a serious problem here.  You need to 
end it, now.”

“Yes, sir.”  He got up to leave, red-faced.

As he was leaving his dad’s office, he encountered Lindy.  He nodded and 
continued to walk to his office.  He shut the door behind him and sat down, 
leaned back, and gazed out the window.  He was brought back to the moment when 
the door opened and Lindy entered without knocking.  She shut the door behind 
her and sat down, crossing her legs.  

“Are you mad at me for canceling our date last night?” she asked.  

Nick thought a moment then said, “This is over, Lindy.  I should never have let 
it get started.  I’m going to talk to my father about getting another associate 
to work with you.”

She was glaring at Nick.  It was obvious she didn’t like it when she didn’t get 
her way.  “I could cry ‘sexual harassment’.”

“You could, I suppose, but don’t forget; you’re the senior partner.  And my 
guess is you wouldn’t want to embarrass my father like that.”  

“Right,” she said and left the room without a backward glance.  

Nick rested his head against the back of his chair, drumming his fingers 
together.  He wasn’t looking forward to having to work with Lindy, under the 
circumstances.  

A few minutes later he had a file and was headed to the law library.  He glanced 
in his father’s office and noticed Lindy was talking with his dad.  He spent an 
hour researching an issue and was headed back to his office when his father 
beckoned him to come in.  

“Nicholas, have a seat.”  Nick noticed the tone of his father’s voice.  He was 
in a foul mood.  “I’m gonna say this only once, Nicholas.  I hope you will mark 
my words.”  He stood and walked to the window.  After running his hand down his 
face he turned to face Nick.  Nick had his head bowed.  “Nicholas.  Look at me.” 

 Nick sat up straight and slowly looked his father in the eye.  “If you ever 
fraternize with another employee here, I will fire you on the spot.  Do I make 
myself clear?”  His dad’s lips were pressed tightly together.  He was beyond 
angry.  

Nick gave a slight nod.  “Nicholas.  Did you hear me?” his father asked again.

“Yeah, okay.  I heard you.”  Nick felt like he was 12 years old again.  

“Because of your little indiscretion, we’ve lost a very good lawyer here today.” 

 Nick gave his father a quizzical look.  “That’s right, son.  Lindy has decided 
against working here.”  He turned back to the window and breathed a deep sigh.  

“Sorry, Dad, but it wasn’t all my fault.”  God, he couldn’t believe he had just 
said that.  

“Oh, come on, Nicholas.  Be a man about it.  If you can’t fend off the advances 
of a female, well…I don’t know what to say about that.”  

Nick had had enough.  He finally blew.  “Right!  I should be in control all the 
time, like you.  Never make a misstep.  Always do the right thing.  Who made you 
God, anyway?”  Nick stood up.  He was on the verge of ranting, now.  He decided 
he’d better leave before he really said something he would regret.  He stomped 
to the door, yanked it open and slammed it shut behind him.  He sheepishly 
glanced at Sheila, a little embarrassed about his behavior, then walked calmly 
to his office.  He avoided his father for the remainder of the day.  

~*~

On the way home that night, Nick made a stop.  He parked his BMW in the back 
alley and made his way cautiously up the long flight of stairs to Colin’s 
apartment.  He rapped out a code on the door and waited.  The door was slowly 
opened and Colin grinned to see Nick. 

“Hey, Nick.  So you got word about the party.  Come in.  Come in.”  He 
introduced Nick, first names only, to several other guys.  Nick recognized the 
girls as ‘ regulars.’  He hung his overcoat on a peg by the door.  He removed 
his tie and stuck it in his overcoat pocket.  

“Nick, what’s your pleasure, man?”  Colin asked, standing at the make-shift bar.

“Tequila’s fine.”  One of the girls came up to Nick and grabbed his arm.  

“Hey, Nicky.  Where’ve you been?  I’ve missed ya.”  He shrugged her off and made 
his way to an empty chair.  Lines of cocaine were everywhere.  Several of the 
‘customers’ were already lit up pretty good.  Nick snorted a couple of lines and 
leaned back in the chair with his eyes closed, waiting for the drug to give him 
relief from the events of the day.  Colin handed him the shot of Tequila, which 
he quickly downed.  

After a few minutes, Nick felt someone unbuckling his belt.  He opened his eyes. 
 He saw Katie, knelt down between his legs, smiling up at him, as she worked to 
open his pants.  He pushed her away and said, “Not tonight, Katie.”  

It was after midnight when he got home.  If there was a God, he might be able to 
get 4 or 5 hours sleep before having to face his father again in the morning.  
And, if he was lucky, he could avoid a piss test until the coke was out of his 
system.  Somehow that didn’t matter right now. 

~*~

On his way home, Burton replayed the angry scene he had with Nick earlier in the 
day.  He was tortured by the decision he had made to lie to Nick, though he knew 
it to be the right decision.  He had first been disturbed, and then hurt, when 
he learned that Lindy had taken Nick to bed.  But, really, who was he kidding?  
He was 70 years old.  Sure, a woman like Lindy would prefer a young stud like 
Nicholas.  When Burton had confronted Lindy, she had not denied it.  To her 
credit, she was smart enough to realize, under the circumstances, they could not 
all work together under one roof.  She had resigned.  Nick would never know that 
he and Lindy had been more than friends.  



The End