Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Chapter 23: Troy Is A Bore

Thurs, November 5, 2074 1:15pm: 45 Greaves Ave., Room 730- Downtown, Pleasantview


"Mr. Caliente?" Troy tossed his pen across the desk in an act of passive aggressive displeasure. He hated interruptions. Exhaling deeply, he hit the intercom button on his telephone.

"Yeah, Shelly?"

"Mrs. Donna Wallace is here to see you, sir." Troy drummed his fingers on his desk. Could he really afford that sort of distraction right now? Who was he kidding? He could always do with that sort of distraction.

"Send her in."


Donna strode into the room, poised like a gazelle. When she sat down, she tossed her hair aside, crossed her legs at the knee and undid the top button of her blouse as though it were the most natural thing in the world to do. This was just the sort of brazen coquettishness that attracted Troy to her in the first place. He leaned back in his chair, smiling devilishly.


"Donna... To what do I owe this opportunity to stare at your knees?"

"Well I was having lunch with a friend of mine who was complaining about how much of a bastard her lover could be and I thought to myself, 'I should go pay Troy a visit'." Troy wrinkled his nose at her. He had been called a bastard often enough in his day but rarely was it used as a sort of playful affectation.


"It's been weeks and not so much as a phone call," Donna pouted.

"My dear, you and I are ships that pass in the night. I'm a busy man."

"So I've heard. Soon to be a judge, are we?" Troy shrugged, tipping back his chair. Donna laughed giddily.


"Humility does not suit you, Mr. Caliente."

"Judge Caliente," he corrected.

"That's more like it. But you've always been a busy man. So tell me, is there another woman?" Troy laughed dryly at the absurdity of the question.


"Yes, my wife!" Donna rolled her eyes.

"You know what I meant."

"I had your nephew over for dinner a few days ago." Troy didn't even bother to transition into the change of topic. Long ago, he'd discovered that if he talked quickly enough, Donna became easily distracted. This exceptional flaw made her a miserable trial lawyer. She eyed Troy skeptically.



"The very same. He's a nice boy, which is absolutely refreshing after fifteen years of Enoch Goth."

"Yeah, what's with that kid," Donna asked, mystified. Troy shrugged.

"He's an intellectual vacuum with all the social grace of a rabid goat. But I don't suppose you came by to talk about Enoch Goth."

"No, not at all." Donna leaned forward across the desk so that the tops of her breasts were clearly visible. Troy had just painted himself into a corner. He adored Donna and their unique species of friendship but he was desperately trying to be a better man- The sort of man who was worthy of one of Sabina's impish smirks or timid glances. The sort of man who probably wouldn't bend other men's wives over his desk just for the hell of it. He would have to make another unexpected detour.


"So what do you think I should do next after I become fickle with the judgeship?"

"Ah well, I always thought that you should go into politics. Lilith Pleasant has set the Townie population back fifty years. If it weren't for men like your father then- I'll be goddamned." Donna shot Troy a shrewd look.



"You just changed the subject. Twice. There must be another woman."

"You, my darling, are clutching at straws."

"I don't think so. But anyway, now that I'm here, I realize just how much I missed your silly little grin. Want to go somewhere and not talk?"


"I..." Troy struggled internally. For the first time in his life, he was about to turn down a tall, curvy redhead. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "I'm afraid I have work to do." Donna clicked her tongue dismissively.


"She must have your balls in a vice, this woman. Come on, don't be a bore." Then, after further examination of Troy's expression, she added, "You fiend... You're in love with her."


Troy knew that he should have denied it. He knew that he should protest, perhaps even be a little startled at Donna's ability to read him. But his stomach fluttered pleasantly, his eyelids lowered and an uncontrollable smile spread across his face.


  1. Sorry about Troy's old eyes in this chapter. I took these pictures a long time ago.

  2. Hmmm - didn't reckon Donna to be like that - well, what a free-wheeling society you've got going there...

    Just curious - your sims are pretty casual about sex and adultery there - so you've got the old French aristocracy thing going on, right?

    I feel sorry for Troy - except he's lusting after a teenager (how old is Sabina - 14? 15?)... which is creepy.

  3. Troy's sleeping around isn't totally typical of these people. He's just especially nympho. I daresay that Donna's husband has no idea that she's cheating on him with Troy (and Troy is the only man she's ever had an affair with).

    Hehe, I never even thought about the French aristocracy. There are a lot of people in Pleasantview that are either bored or unhappy with their marriages. This has everything to do with the way that the society is set-up. So there are a lot of people who are constantly thinking about having affairs but there aren't really very many people that are actually going through with it. Troy and Donna certainly. But no other married people that I can think of.

    Sabina is 17 going on 18, which is barely legal in Pleasantview. No less creepy though.