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A/n: Well this is it; basically just a little conclusion. I had a ton of fun writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it as well. Thank you all so much for reading and an even bigger thanks to those of you who reviewed. I'd love to know what you think of the ending too, so please take a second to review.
As Easy as Pie
A story by Ryeloza
Part Three: Double Cross
Chapter Four: The Winner
"Wow," said Susan laughingly. She sat down and accepted the cup of coffee Lynette handed her. "You guys all look really…happy."
"Happy doesn't begin to cover it," said Lynette.
"Satisfied," Gaby offered. "I feel satisfied."
Lynette grinned. "Exhilarated might be closer."
"Geez." Mary Alice half-laughed, half-giggled; an oddly girlish sound. "What did you and Tom do last night?"
"A lot. By the way, Susan, I'm keeping your book."
Susan grinned. "Ah-ha. Well, that explains everything." Lynette raised an eyebrow and took a sip of coffee, not willing to elaborate for the rest of the group, and Susan giggled.
"How about you, Susan?" asked Bree, reaching out to grasp Susan's hand. "Is everything copasetic?"
"Yeah," said Susan, nodding cheerfully. It was odd to know that she was the only one in the room who hadn't broken her husband even though she'd gotten exactly what she wanted. "Everything is great."
For a second, all five of them grinned rather dopily at one another, lost in their own thoughts. Then Susan somewhat reluctantly said, "Do you guys get the impression that this bet was actually a good idea?" She glanced at each of them: Bree, some naughty, private look in her eyes; Mary Alice, who seemed calm and happy; Gaby, looking like the cat that ate the canary; and Lynette, who was positively satiated. She knew without any of them saying a word that they all agreed.
"Well, we don't have to tell them that," Gaby pointed out.
"Amen," agreed Lynette.
Karl was the last to show up to Rex's that night, and the second he walked in he knew that something was up. The other guys were sitting around drinking beers and not one of them looked like he wanted to play poker. "Gentleman," said Karl merrily. "What's up?"
"We have some good news for you," said Rex, handing Karl and envelope. He opened it and grinned at the large wad of bills inside. "All right!" he said. He pumped a fist into the air. "I win!"
"Yes, congratulations," said Carlos. "You're the only one here who didn't get laid."
"Oh bitter, bitter, Carlos. Think of me tonight when I'm having sex on a bed of money."
"Mine's a check, actually," said Tom.
Paul tossed Karl a can of beer and then held his up with a nod of his head. "To Karl," he said. "Now the horniest bastard here."
Karl grinned. "I'll drink to that."
"Well here we are," said Karl, carrying Susan through the door of the hotel room. "The honeymoon suite. Again."
Susan squealed and peppered his face with kisses. It made it hard to carry her to the bed, but Karl didn't complain. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Susan so thrilled about anything and this was a romantic gesture he could get behind. A weekend out of town in the same room where they'd spent their honeymoon all those years ago. He was going to have a lot of sex and Susan got to feel special; a win-win situation.
"Oh Karl," sighed Susan, running her hands up and down his back while Karl occupied himself with unbuttoning her top with his teeth. "I'm so happy that I don't even care that you probably paid for this room with the money you won from that stupid bet."
Karl pushed aside her shirt and buried his face in her breasts, nuzzling them. "Ah. Home sweet home."
Susan laughed. "This is perfect," she said. She put her hands on his cheeks and pulled him up for a quick kiss. "Thank you."
"Anytime, Susie Q."
Karl went back to his wife's breasts and sighed contentedly. This was the life.
And best of all, he still had enough left over to buy Brandy something skimpy to wear around the office.