A HAIR IN A TOOTH

Tiffany insisted on throwing a farewell party for them and, in spite of Stefan’s firm objection, Bianca persuaded him to come, saying it would be better to part as friends.

“Look at it this way,” she said at the party. “We’ll probably never have to see her again.”

As hard as it was, Stefan tried to be nice to Tiffany throughout the evening and Bianca didn’t mind that, knowing that was the last time they’d have to put up with her. There were lots of people at the party and everybody seemed to have a good time. Bianca talked to most of them receiving congratulations and a free advice on how to handle zoo-like life in California.

Tiffany had been drinking heavier than ever, talking and dancing with Stefan as often as she could. In one of their slow dances she pressed her body close to his and whispered to his ear.

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anybody in my life. I have to make love with you one more time before you leave.” She was nibbling on his earlobe and forcing her tongue inside his ear.

“Forget it Tiffany, it’ll never happen again,” he said with anger, moving his head away from her lips. He was ready to leave her in the middle of the song but she grabbed his shoulders and kept him tight to her body.

“Oh, I think it will,” she said looking at him with a devilish smile.

“Why would you think that?” He smiled ironically.

“What would your lovely wife think if she knew we were having an affair?”

“Don’t threaten me. You can’t prove anything, besides, she wouldn’t believe you anyway.”

“She might not believe my words, but she will believe her own eyes.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Let’s say I like to videotape my sexual encounters. It turns me on to watch it over and over.”

“You’re sick, and you’re bluffing!” he shouted. He quickly realized that someone might’ve heard him, but the music was so loud by then it didn’t catch anybody’s attention.

“Meet me upstairs in two minutes,” she said as she was leaving.

“Stefan couldn’t stop shaking. He poured himself double Scotch, drank it quickly and refilled the glass. He had to know whether she was saying the truth. After making sure Bianca hadn’t seen him, he went upstairs. When he closed the bedroom door behind him, Tiffany took a small video camera out of her dresser. She turned the power on, looked into the view finder and fast-forwarded the tape.

“Remember that?” She smiled as she handed him the camera.