Two something that rhymes with rich Kandi could be a world class, conniving bitch when it suited her purposes. I hadn't seen them in awhile my job carried me to the middle of the state while they stayed at their house on the coast.

It was six months before we could get together. By then we were well past the stage where John would hide behind the door watching. Or as Kandi used to love to hoarsely whisper in my ear as I bit into her neck, "He's pee....

ping." Now we all three jumped into bed together and she positively glowed at all the attention. I had a long weekend off and rented a condo at Carolina Beach.

I invited Jackie, a woman I had been seeing and then impulsively invited them. I missed them both.

Jackie was a slim woman. At less than 100 pounds she had an almost girlish figure. But her body was perfectly proportioned. Her slender hips and small but perfectly formed breasts reminded me of the small blond China doll that was attached to the gray haired producer when I worked as an extra on a movie set once. The movie was "King Kong Lives" and they shot a scene where they dressed us as soldiers. They walked through the set like we should toss out rose petals. Her Barbie doll face never looked anyway but straight ahead. We met them at the condo about dark thirty and unpacked. Kandi got out of the car and she almost took my breath.

You meet certain people in this life where the chemistry matches and they could be wearing a burlap feed sack and have concentration camp hair, but the attraction would be so strong it is almost overwhelming with it's force. She never looked sexier.

She wore a short denim skirt and just stood there with her dark tan and sunglasses. A slight breeze blew her long blond hair so it flew into her lovely face. All I could do was smile stupidly.

Chemistry is some funny shit. If you have it you can just about crawl into the other person's skin and be happy. If it's missing, Jesus Christ couldn't put the two of you together. We unpacked and had dinner. Then we went back to the room, watched tv and drank Crown Royal. Jackie laughed and drank but seemed a little put off by how Kandi kept putting her hands on me. She wanted to go to bed about midnight so we did. The next day we all lay around the pool after lunch and I went back to the room to use the bathroom.

When I opened the bathroom door, there stood Kandi.

It was the first time we had been alone.

"I heard you having sex with that slut last night, " she said. "And I don't like it." Her hands were on her hips and her large breasts spilled out of her bathing suit top. Her long blond hair was tied up and sunlight shone on the short blond hair of her neck. Her lips were ruby red with lipstick. The next thing I knew she was in my arms and we were kissing. "We better get back down there, " I said. "Is she better than me?" Kandi pouted. "Nobody can even come close to you." She smiled at this and kissed me on the cheek.

There was a strange look on her face.

We walked back down to the pool. John was sitting on the edge of the pool dangling his feet in the water talking to Jackie.

He looked at me and smiled broadly. Then he shook his head at his wife. Jackie turned cold as an Eskimo's doghouse. She jumped up from the lounge chair and stormed past me. I was truly perplexed. Kandi sat back in her chair like the regal queen that she was and picked up the Cosmo she had been reading. I looked at them both, literally scratching my head. John shrugged his shoulders.

Kandi stared at the magazine like it was the most fascinating article ever written. I turned and went back to the room.

When I got there, Jackie was already packed. I tried to talk to her and get her to stay. But she insisted that she just had to go. When I persisted she told me to look in the mirror. As she closed the suitcase, I did. There was red lipstick all over my face. My mouth fell but I had to shake my head in admiration at this fe