57
Saturday, June 7th, 1986, 10:03 A.M.
Saturday morning had arrived for Charlotte with a sense of ambivalence that was hard for her to shake. Although she was satisfied with her evening with Jeff, there was something she knew she had to do.
She had to end things with Sean.
Fooling around like she did behind his back was not cool and she knew it. It didn’t matter whether or not they had made a deep commitment to each other, it just wasn’t right. In the past, in her early days, whenever something like this happened, she always tried to convince herself that this was the lifestyle of a rock n’ roller.
It was justified.
It was supposed to happen.
But this was different. She was older now and had a sense of decency that came with all the experience she had accumulated in life, along with the heaping piles of responsibility she had thrust upon herself.
A new phase was entering into her existence that she couldn’t deny. One that she couldn’t avoid.
She was simply growing up.
Charlotte was now scurrying about her apartment, doing some dishes and tidying up. Jeff had already left, which only added to her feelings of dismay. She wanted to take him over to the estate and play around with him, but he claimed he had “too much shit to do.”
That excuse prompted Charlotte to ponder the eternal problem that many women had with men.
How fast they split after they get what they want.
But Charlotte didn’t have time to think about all those complexities. As usual, her list of things to do was extensive and “man problems” were just going to have to wait for now. Besides, she could bag Jeff Joniak anytime she wanted to, right?
He was just a comedy writer and she was CHARLOTTE CAFFEY— WOMAN OF POWER!
(At least that’s what I think)
Anyway, back to our story.
It was time for Charlotte to finish cleaning up so that she could get the hell out of there and hit the road. After locking up the apartment and the office, Charlotte got in her private elevator and made her way down to the parking garage. She was extremely anxious to get out to the compound and see who was there. She also was interested in seeing how far they had come with the new skylights she had ordered installed back in April. She knew that all of the girls were back from their respective vacations, but none of them had given her a definitive answer on who was going to be spending time at the mansion.
As Charlotte entered the parking garage, she could immediately feel the heat. It was already 80 degrees in downtown Los Angeles, so Charlotte figured it would be blistering out in the desert.
She got in her Mercedes, started up the engine, then instantly turned on the air conditioning. Now she had to step outside of the car and give it some time to cool off.
After starting the ninety minute trip, her mind couldn’t help but return to thoughts of Jeff and Myles.
Why Myles, you ask?
Because he was part of this equation as well.
Poor Charlotte was torn between which gorgeous, glamorous man she wanted for her husband to be. It was indeed a tough choice.
Jeff was funny and charming and appeared to have no clutter in his brainbox. He was a little short in height and didn’t have much of a penis, but those were things she could deal with in the long run. Besides, being short was hardly something Charlotte could complain about. A bigger cock, however, certainly wouldn’t hurt.
Now, Myles, on the other hand, was completely different. He was the standard image of every girl’s dream: Tall, dark, and handsome. On top of that, he had power. His father was on the board of directors over at CBS and Myles was an executive in charge of production. It was a classic case of nepotism and an incredible position for a man of his age. Earlier in his life, he had even served under Ronald Reagan as a guy who served drinks at political fundraisers. Charlotte never missed an opportunity to flirt with him whenever she had the chance.
Unfortunately, she sensed he might have eyes on someone else. Someone that made her feel queasy in the stomach whenever she realized just exactly who that person was and the consequences of getting in the middle.
She had seen him talking to Belinda on several occasions. However, the last time she saw them together, the two of them looked like they were getting pretty chummy with each other.
It was the first time she had felt profoundly jealous of one of her bandmates and wasn’t entirely sure how to react. After all, Belinda wasn’t just a sister, she was a total bud, and Charlotte vowed never to go down that path.
Along with that, Belinda was hardly someone to tangle with when it came to men. They were invariably drawn to her on almost every occasion and she never lost a battle. Charlotte was not about to be left feeling like a pile of manure. She decided to let it play out and see how everything would unfold in the end.
If it were meant to be, she would eventually find out.