As expected, Kendall was late to lunch. I had a few drinks at the bar, ignored about four dozen leering eyes and half as many pick up lines. When she did arrive I gave her a wonderful hug as she profusely apologized for being late, "I'm usually never this late, so please don't think badly of me. We had a terrible time with one of our pets and we had to rush it down to the vet." Now, maybe that was true, but something else was true as well, and when you thought about it one cancelled out the other.

I must say that Kendall looked marvelous with her bouncy blonde hair bobbing off her shoulders as she animated her phony little story. She wore a lovely thin white cotton t-shirt that really showed off her lacy white bra. She matched that with summer white Capris that wonderfully hugged her good legs. All that running around playing tennis hadn't hurt one bit. She said, "You know my husband knows you from your Victoria Secret days…"

"He must have saved some old issues."

"Maybe he did stash away a few copies, but he immediately recognized you when he saw your photo on Page 6."

"Well, I'm an old lady now. I just turned thirty. So, he'll have no interest in me at all." I locked arms with her and we sauntered over to my special corner table flush with fresh flowers.

Kendall again apologized. I told her, "Stop that. We're all allowed to be late every once in a while." She appreciated that and gave me another little hug. Feeling her up against me for that one split second further confirmed how tight and nice her body was. I was getting jealous, just a little bit.

Then I slipped something into our conversation to see how she'd react, "By the way, I thought I saw Little John, someone from the park, pass by your building as I headed out." Kendall didn't say a word, but her face revealed everything. Underneath her horrified look there was some burning questions, i.e., how did I know him and what did I know? I said, "Oh, you must know him. Anyone who spends serious time in the park like you and me sooner or later runs into him. He's such a pest. I hope you ignore him. I do."

She could barely look at me. It took her a few moments to compose herself. I went on as if oblivious to her predicament. I didn't want to hurt her, but since I caught her cheating I thought I deserved just a little fun, "Though, I can't imagine what he'd be doing in our neighborhood. I mean, you don't think he found himself some well bred white girl like your or me to sleep with? Could you imagine such a thing?"

Kendall clumsily buttered her little French roll while her other hand stumbled over which bottle of wine to pour. I did it for her. "It's amazing how sordid things are getting. I mean, it seems all sorts of risqué behavior are taking over. Are we girls all that bored? What do you think? I mean, everyone knows he's a pimp…."

Looking straight into me she said, "I'm happily married. I really don't know about what goes on in the park. Maybe he, whomever he is, went down to Lexington to get something to eat or drink." I realized that she had no idea that he was a pimp. I wondered what sort of b.s. he'd been telling her.

"I can tell you the most amazing stories about him."

"Such as…." She had taken the bait."

"He has a thing with white girls, for one."

"What kind of thing?"

"Kendall, let me warn you. Even if black cock is not your type, he has this Svengali way of getting you to do exactly what he wants. That's the gossip." Now it was my turn to lean in, "I've heard he has several Park Avenue girls."

"What do you mean he has…?"

"…working for him."

Kendall leaned back and postured herself like a cobra. Her dilated eyes betrayed her innermost feelings. The waiter appeared and asked if we'd like to order." I waved my hand, "We're not ready yet….."

Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued...