Keywords: M/F anal, oral
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Dragged Down the Aisle (Sam10) 

  Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
 This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are 
under 18- 21 in some localities  If you are underage you must leave 
now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the 
straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange 
and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Dragged Down the Aisle - (Sam10.txt) - We all know Staci is the
brains of this operation. Sam just gets fucked a lot while she works it
out. Haven't you been wondering how long it would take Staci to
announce her ultimatum? But it's a Sam story. No one (least of all Sam)
ever knows where that's going to go. M/F, oral, anal, F/F, toys, BDSM


			Dragged Down the Aisle

	The preacher was fat and balding, but at least he didn't make
"Jesus" have four syllables. He wore a normal coat and tie, which
Sam felt was a bit sneaky, being a preacher and all, but otherwise
he could find nothing to pick on.
	Sam wasn't paying much attention to the discussion. He was
trying to relieve a sudden tightness in his collar and he was being
observant. Preachers made him itch and he was biding his time until
he could get out of the office and scratch.
	"Do you have any personal thoughts that you would like to read
in the ceremony?" he was asking Staci.
	Staci looked at Sam so innocently. His glare seemed unkind by
comparison. He knew what she was thinking. He had been suggesting 
vows. They were funny at the time, but he didn't think the preacher
wanted to know about their private sex practices.
	"Do you promise to stick your big, white butt in the air and
take what you're given without whining, unless it really hurts?"
might seem a bit too secular for the preacher. Then again, he was a
man. Sam saw him stop at and then come back to Staci's chest when he
looked at her.
	"Will you continue to treat me like I have a brain and not lie
about other women even when I can smell them on your dick?" was
surely not in the spirit of a church wedding.
	Sam knew Staci wasn't going to say any of their invented vows
out loud. His look was because she was taunting him and he couldn't
say them either.
	-----
	There was a little reflex scratching when Sam left the office,
but he found the itching, like the preacher, stayed in the office.
Staci waited for him to stop.
	"We should split up," she suggested. "I'll take the caterers
because you might go wild and you take the florist. That way we'll
both stay sensible."
	And cheap. "A Pair of Bad Breaks" was due out in six months
and "The Bitch is Back" about the Teagarden case was selling well,
but that was their future.  There was no reason to dip into that for
this foolishness.
	Sam found out cheap was a state of mind and it happened to be 
the state his mind lived in. The girl only hesitated to smile when
Sam said: "no frills". Then she went on hawking extravagant
arrangements. She wanted him to step into the Bridal Bower(tm) to see
the planner in the book of standard services.
	-----
	Staci was facing a pair that wanted to talk everything but
business. They were lost in the details and with a clear intent.
	"But I think, yes we must, I think we have to measure for the
garter," the man with the spiked blonde hair, Alphonse, was saying.
	"Oh certainly, certainly," Bruce, the slick-haired partner
concurred.
	"Put your foot on this chair," Alphonse invited.
	Staci wondered how they were going to try to get her top off.
The ploy to look up her dress was as obvious as their feigned gayness.
They didn't want to talk buffet, the cake was a mere detail, price was
out of consideration. They wanted to surround the bride and get
personal.
	"But the garter goes in a personal place reserved for my
beloved," Staci tried the ditz persona.
	"Oh, but we're professionals," Bruce said quickly. "It's just 
like a doctor. We only need to measure."
	"I hope there's nothing else you need to measure," Staci said
as she intercepted Alphonse's gaze at her chest.
	"Oh... well... I was just wondering where we were going to get
a bride doll to put on the cake that matches your... umm...
proportions," Alphonse stuttered.
	"I think you're trying to take advantage of me!" Staci tried to
sound surprised.
	"Oh no, this is the standard treatment," Bruce said, revealing 
more than he meant to.
	Staci decided they were disarmed. Maybe they were ready to do
some business. She dropped the ditz.
	"You know, we might be able to work something out," she said 
slyly.
	They were all ears. There had been randy brides in their shop
before. Not every woman went virginal to the altar.
	"For a discount, I might let you measure everything you want.
No groping. Just a professional measuring," Staci said and then
smiled. "Of course you would be looking."
	They haggled from 5 to 15 per cent and finally settled in the
middle at 10. But for 10 per cent, Staci informed them her panties 
stayed on.
	It didn't seem to dampen their enthusiasm. Staci could understand
that her ass in the flesh and through panties wasn't enough different
to spoil the prospect of her huge knockers flopped out in all their
naked, crimson-tipped glory.
	"So, do you want to measure for the garter?" Staci asked.
	Oh yes, they did. And Alphonse preferred her to keep her skirt
on as he ducked his head under the hem and wrapped the tape around her
thigh. Staci could hear him breathing deep in the area of her cunt.
	He mumbled some numbers to Bruce, who ignored them and then
stood up. They both were staring at her chest again.
	"Okay, I'll do my part," Staci said and started stripping.
	They both got jittery when Staci reached back to undo the
triple-hooker. She wondered if they didn't want her to delay that
and stand there in bra and panties while they had pants-wetting
fantasies. But they didn't say anything and Staci loosed the puppies.
Or rather, the Newfoundland's of tit flesh her bra tried to hold.
	Of course they dropped. That much weight has to settle, but they
still didn't sag, at least not more than an inch. And even settled,
they still loomed out incredibly toward the open-mouthed men.
	Sam still felt a charge in his groin when they came out to play
and he and Staci's tits had been playmates for years. Bruce and
Alphonse were awed as if witnessing a vision of the Virgin. Staci
pulled her shoulders back to make them jut more impressively and the
men just stared.
	"Are we measuring or are we done?" Staci threatened the unmoving
partners.
	"Oh my, I hope we have enough tape," Bruce twittered as he 
gingerly approached.
	He was terribly conscious of her edict against groping, more so
than Staci strictly meant. His only trespass was to pull the tape 
tighter a few times to watch the way her breasts compressed against
each other. And it was a 48-inch tape. There was plenty left over-
at least four inches when he had wrapped it around Staci's chest.
	"I'm not mean. You can measure them too, if you want," Staci
told Alphonse.
	The tape had touched her nipples in just a way to pop them erect
and she was feeling pretty sexy. It wasn't all the stimulation of the
measuring tape. It was hard not to feel pretty good with two men all
but drooling over her body.
	Alphonse came closer to what she expected from Bruce. He measured
her three times, above, across her nipples and below. His fingers may
have brushed her but Staci would have stood for more of a feel. Then he
measured her hips for symmetry.
	"That 10 per cent worth or should I jiggle?" Staci asked and
shook her breasts without waiting for an answer.
	"I think you can dress now. We'll show you what kind of buffets
we serve," Bruce said with the voice of a man with a painful hard-on.
	"If you guys want to go in the back for something, I'll wait,"
Staci teased them.
	They calmed down when her tits were secured and covered again.
Staci stayed on budget, but got an extra 10 percent worth for her show.
She was feeling quite pleased with herself as she left the shop.
	It was only walking to the door that she realized the men had
gotten more than she thought. Over the door, trained on the spot 
where she stood was the security camera, red light blinking. She 
wondered how old the tape was and how clear her image would be when 
they snatched the tape out of the recorder and put it away.
	Then she wished she had known the camera was on her. She would
have shaken her tits more if she knew she was making a movie.
	-----
	"How did it go at the florist's?" Staci asked.
	"I'm never going to get laid by that girl," Sam said sourly. "Her
face kept getting thinner and thinner and meaner and meaner every time
I said, no frills. I guess I'm the number one cheap bastard in the
world. At least that's the sum of some of the names she called me
when I wouldn't fall for that stuff about it being your special day."
	"So are we having flowers?" Staci asked.
	"A bridal bouquet. Two tall things by the altar. Two tall things
by the door and two arrangements on the table thing behind the
preacher," Sam said. "I thought I was being gracious to let her talk
me into the things by the door."
	"Oh you are a softie," Staci laughed.
	Flowers didn't really mean anything. There was a bigger purpose
to this wedding. It wasn't the frills. It was the event itself.
	"Anything else we need to get done right now?" Sam asked.
	"I wish we could finalize the guest list," Staci said wistfully,
"Really, I wish there were more people coming to sit on my side. Look
at this. You've got twice as many guests as I do and that's if I hijack
the women from home."
	"You did cut off your past, Cheryl," Sam said. "And you did invite
every woman I've fucked in the last few years. That's going to make for
inequity."
	"You've even fucked four women on my side, unless you did
something with Aunt Margerie that you aren't saying. That would make it
half my guests," Staci said.
	"I think she would have, but I didn't," Sam said. "I liked your
aunt. Great broad."
	Sam took the list away from Staci. There was his side on his side
and hers on hers in neat columns. He smiled.
	"It's not that bad. Invite Joe and Judy and the landlady and her
daughter for your side and it's almost even," Sam said. "At least the
ones that are going to show. I don't think Annabella will make it."
	Staci had her evil moments. Sam knew the invitation to Sam's
fourth wedding sent to his third wife was a dagger of intent. There had
been no real competition between them when he was married, but Staci
had several grudges based on the way Annabella treated Sam.
	"Well, better anyway," Staci wrinkled her nose, "But what you
gonna do? I guess it's got to be the way it's got to be."
	-----
	It was positively homey in the apartment they shared now. Sam was
over his suspicions and relaxed. It was nice not sleeping on a cot.
And it was nice to snuggle up to Staci even when he wasn't trying to
fuck her.
	He might have finally found his groove. He had still not brought 
a woman home to fuck- except that once and that was an emergency- but 
he was confident that his on-the-street encounters were okay. It was
freedom and dependability packed into one. There couldn't be a luckier
guy.
	Or maybe there was someone living like Sam who didn't have an
adoring nephew named after a clay figure, who was about to arrive. Yes,
Gumby had to come to the wedding.
	Sam figured Howard a.k.a. Gumby must have a subscription to the
local paper to keep tabs on his Uncle Sam. He hadn't broadcast his
plans as far as Miami. But Gumby was arriving all atwitter at the news.
	"Now he's awful bright-eyed and gushy, but I'm pretty sure part
of it is an act," Sam was telling Baker. "Don't judge him too harshly
right off. I think you'll like him."
	"Save it, Hill," Baker waved Sam off. "I know you only brought me
to flash my badge at the airport cops so you can park."
	"No, really, it will be a thrill for him, I know. You might like
him too," Sam said after Baker had flashed his badge at another
busybody airport security guard.
	"There you are Uncle Sam. No missing this car, is there? I bet 
there's not another one like it still running," Gumby gushed as he
opened the door and started tossing in bags.
	Baker was dying. Sam having a nephew and that making him Uncle
Sam hadn't come together in his head until he heard Gumby say it. And
then the crack about Sam's heap of junk had Baker fighting laughter.
	"This is Lieutenant Baker, Gumby. Baker, this is Howard, who
likes to be called Gumby," Sam took advantage to introduce his nephew
to the choking, red-faced detective.
	 "Oh goodness!" Gumby gushed. "I've heard so much about you. The
one city dick with enough sense to know facts from smoke. The guy that
makes the collar while the rest are pulling their puds. Uncle Sam
speaks so well of you."
	"Yeah, hi," Baker choked out, but Sam noticed he seemed rather
well disposed towards Gumby after that.
	-----
	Starry-eyed Baker dropped off, Sam turned toward home and the
other problem.
	"There's no way. I can't do it," Gumby was being stubborn.
	"It makes no sense any other way," Sam was explaining again. "We
don't go into the office much with all this wedding crap going on. You
can't be stranded half-way across town. The couch is real
comfortable." 
	"But it's right here in this room," Gumby protested.
	It really did make sense. There wasn't really any separation of
the open space in the apartment except the closets and the bathroom.
Even the boundaries of the kitchen and the other room were marked by
furniture and carpets, not walls. The couch Sam wanted Gumby to sleep
on was about eight feet from their bed.
	"We're all adults," Sam pleaded.
	"But I don't want to put a damper on love, not now of all times,"
Gumby said.
	"Who said you're putting a damper on anything?" Sam asked. "You
can watch if you want. We don't care."
	"Sam!" Staci spoke up and Gumby turned to her for support. "You
shouldn't be so crude. You should have said, if you happen to see
something, it's okay, we're all family. Don't make him out to be some
peeper."
	"Lighten up on peepers," Sam shot back. "It's how your lover boy
makes his living."
	Gumby was lost in the exchange. He wasn't getting support from
anyone. They didn't care if he watched, but he did. He didn't know if
he could take watching Staci get fucked. He had his own sweet memories
and he didn't want to handle it while they were watching.
	Sam was less enthused than he sounded, but it made sense. Maybe
they could send Gumby to the store and fuck before he got back. If he
was fucking Staci, nothing would make a difference, but it was
something else again to start it up with Gumby lying eight feet away.
	Staci had no problem whatsoever. She'd fucked Gumby accidentally
and on purpose. She even had a little fantasy about nephew and uncle
fucking her at the same time. That wasn't likely, but the bottom line
was she felt comfortable with both of them and she didn't care who
watched who fuck her- as long as the men could sort it out.
	 "Well, I guess I've got to sleep where you put me since I'm 
the guest, but it will be awkward, I tell you," Gumby capitulated.
 	"No Gumby, awkward would be having you sleep between us," Staci
said to slyly plant the picture in Gumby's mind. "But, you know, you
on the other side of me might not be so bad..."
	Gumby was turning interesting colors as he went through cycles of
white-faced shock and red-faced embarrassment. It was cruel to toy with
his young libido, but it was so much fun.
	-----
	The circus began a week early. The invitations were out, but they
were for a wedding. Sam found out his guests seemed to separately all
come to the same conclusion.
	Sam was going off the market. Going Out of Business Sale! His 
first encounter was with the girl from the car rental he had met
tracing Mr. Teagarden. She and another, perhaps younger, girl were
standing at the entrance to an alley.
	"Mr. Hill?" the girl called to him. "Can you come in here a 
minute? I want to show my friend something."
	The next thing he knew he was backed against the wall and 
surrounded by giggles. He figured what the girl wanted to show her
friend when she pulled down his zipper and reached for his cock.
	They were far enough back in the alley. Sam let them go.
	"See Audrey?" she said to her friend, "He's way cool, old guy or
not."
	Sam didn't object in the slightest to being called an old guy.
For one, he probably did seem ancient to these still-teen cuties. For
another, Muffy Woods, the car rental girl, had a death grip on his cock
and Audrey was taking just the head in her mouth to lash it with her
tongue.
	It was a new feeling, not two women, but one jacking him off
while the other sucked him. That they both were barely old enough to
fuck was only window dressing. He wondered how else they were going to
collaborate fucking him.
	"Now it's my turn," Muffy answered part of Sam's question as she
pulled his cock away from Audrey.
	Muffy sucked cock good. She obviously had many years experience.
She was taking him just fast enough and just deep enough to turn up the
heat. Sam believed that she was doing it on purpose.
	"So, do you want to fuck him?" Muffy asked Audrey when she took
a break from swallowing Sam's cock.
	"Hey, what about me?" Sam piped up.
	"What?" Muffy scrunched her face,
	"Don't I get a say in who I fuck?" Sam asked.
	"You want to fuck her?" Muffy asked.
	"Well, sure," Sam said.
	"Then I guess we've heard your say," Muffy said very politely,
but Sam still heard the unspoken: 'so shut up'.
	"Of course I want to fuck him," Audrey interrupted. "Can't you
see the size of that thing?"
	"See it? I've had it inside me!" Muffy said proudly.
	"Then I'm next," Audrey said, stuffing her skirt under her belt.
	Muffy maintained her grip on his cock as she got up and stepped
aside for Audrey. Audrey was back to her slurping on his knob but 
Muffy was busy with both hands. She jacked Sam with one and the other
was up in Audrey's crotch rubbing away.
	Sam leaned back against the wall and relaxed into the brick as
Audrey turned around and backed her tiny teen butt onto his cock. He
wondered what Muffy was going to do now, but he only had to glance at
her to see that her hands had gone from Audrey's snatch to her own 
without missing a beat.
	Muffy had been in fact correct in asking Audrey if she wanted to
fuck Sam. That was what was going on. Sam furnished the cock on the
proper level and Audrey provided the rest. He didn't have to move.
Audrey was banging herself back on his cock with a visually interesting
arch of her back that drove her hips to and fro.
	It reminded Sam of something he had seen in an exhibit about 
pistons and flywheels, but, while the action was the same, it was much
nicer to see it the way Audrey did it. His cock bathing in the moving
silk bath was part of that but almost a foot note to the sight of her
small heart-shaped butt driving back and forth on his rod.
	Sam's cock vibrated with the treatment. The feeling was just
pussy, like that isn't good enough, but the effect was pillage. In
comparison, his cock did look like a log splitting the girl's narrow
backside. Her jamming that butt back on him made Sam think of temple
slaves and virgin sacrifice. His cock was eager for this game.
	"Oh my god!" Audrey kept mumbling, almost every time she drove
back and buried Sam's cock to the hilt. "Oh my god!"
	Her 'oh my god's and her hips came faster. It was rapidly
becoming all about the pussy for Sam. He was still the ravager, even if
she was providing the propulsion, but the wet slurp of her cunt had
grabbed his attention. Or maybe it was just his balls re-focusing his
attention.
	"Fuck me!" Audrey cried desperately, "Fuck me now, please!"
	Her knees weren't as stable as they had been. Her butt was
wavering in its appointed mission to fuck Sam. Sam leaned up onto his
feet and felt Audrey rock as his belly met her hard. He grabbed her
hips and took over.
	"Yes! Give it to me!" Audrey enthused as Sam started driving.
	A jumble of guttural consonants tumbled out of Audrey as Sam 
fucked her. He was just getting to the thrusts that threatened to lift
the girl out of her shoes when she yelped and wailed. Her hips became
alive in Sam's hands and he could feel the internal turmoil of her
orgasm as he was jerking her in the air with his thrusts.
	Audrey fell forward and down to her knees to escape the
battering. Sam was left with his cock at the edge and nothing but air 
to fuck.
	"Don't be so glum," Muffy smiled at his look of distress. "That's
why I brought a friend this time. I bet you still won't want more when
you're done with me this time."
	Sam remembered that she had been confused when he out-lasted her
in the car wash. He deemed it a lack of sophistication that she didn't
go for another climax instead of blowing him. Now he suspected she had
some belief that cumming was a one-to-a-customer kind of thing.
	She'd grow out of that if she ever had a real man, Sam thought.
In the meantime, her beliefs weren't his concern. His hard-on was 
cocked and ready to go off and there was Muffy muff to go off in.
	First, however, she reached down to tickle his balls. The tickle
became a grope and then a squeeze. Muffy did know how to manipulate a
man's urges. Probably self-defense with the hair-triggers she was
used to, Sam thought.
	"So, can you hold me up and fuck me that way?" Muffy asked.
	With the help of Muffy's grip on the fire escape ladder over his
head, Sam could. He wasn't some muscle boy that threw around 110 pounds
like a feather, but with her lifting a lot of her weight with her arms
Sam could clamp onto her ass and burrow up into her hot little box
very satisfactorily. 
	It was even more than satisfactory when Audrey crawled over. Sam
felt his relief at being buried in pussy spike when Audrey's hand began
to stoke back and forth under them. Her fondling his balls made him
happy and whatever she was doing to Muffy made her wriggle most 
excitingly on his cock.
	Sam guessed it was too exciting for Muffy. She was going to beat 
him again. He guessed that almost subconsciously because Muffy was
becoming too much to handle. She was jumping like she was on a bronco
and Sam had his hands full at a time when his cock was demanding all
his attention.
	Then Muffy let go and threw her hands around Sam's neck. His cock
loved the sudden immersion. He was as deep as her weight could drive
him and banging against the spongy tissue of her pussy lips. Muffy was
still squirming delectably and Sam could feel her climax building.
	He also felt his knees buckle and without warning, indeed without
thinking, they fell over onto the cement of the alley.
	Muffy screamed just as they hit, but Sam knew it wasn't pain.
His arms around her back took the brunt of their fall and the collision
she registered was his cock driving as deep as his weight could drive
it. She was twitching in orgasm and Sam pounded.
	"No! You can't!" Muffy yelled as she quivered and spasmed around
Sam's thrusting cock.
	But he did. He made her cum and a few seconds and a couple of
dozen deep thrusts later, he came in her.
	"Sorry about falling over, but you let go," Sam huffed.
	"That's okay," Muffy said. "It's just... oh well, I guess
everybody got their rocks off."
	"That looked great," Audrey chimed in, "How does it feel to have
him fuck you like that? Are you like ground hamburger up inside now?"
	Muffy took the adulation in stride. It was clear to Sam that
Muffy was the leader and Audrey the appreciative follower. It was also
clear that Muffy hadn't achieved her goal.
	"I bet he could fuck us again. Couldn't you, mister?" Audrey was
chattering. "I'll suck your cock until it's hard if you'll fuck me 
hard like that."
	The idea plainly irritated Muffy. Sam was lukewarm to the idea.
It was a great unexpected fuck and they could leave it at that. Doing
it again would strain the memory, not to mention Sam's reserves.
	"I think we've got to go," Muffy said. "We did what we came to
do."
	"Thank you. I've never had an experience quite like that" Sam
said honestly. "You kids sure have some wild ways."
	The last was a morsel thrown to Muffy to soothe her defeat. She 
had talent, but she wasn't ready to play with the big boys. Sam wanted
to encourage her to keep trying.
	As they gathered their underwear and straightened their clothes,
Sam leaned against the wall. He wished he smoked. It was a perfect time
to have a cigarette and gather himself before he left the alley.
	-----
	While Sam was being gang-raped by the girls in the alley, a soap
opera was unfolding back home. Gumby was pacing. Staci was irritable.
She didn't need to the fuck the kid, but she wouldn't mind. She did
mind the way he obviously wanted it, but wouldn't let himself go for
it. It was stupid right off and it pricked her pride in retrospect.
	Gumby didn't want it. He did, but he didn't want to want it. He
had to get control of the urges. It would just be awkward if he wanted
to fuck Staci. After all, she'd be Aunt Staci soon.
	"You'll wear a hole in the carpet if you keep pacing," Staci told
him sharply. "What's the matter with you?"
	"I don't know, Staci," Gumby threw up his hands in an
uncharacteristic gesture, "I guess I'm nervous."
	They both knew his problem. Gumby only irritated Staci more by
refusing to discuss it. She knew how the Hills thought. She thought she
could at least put his nervous energy to rest even if she couldn't
talk him into relieving his tension.
	There was a knock on the door. Staci answered it and was
puzzled to find Darla Dare standing there.
	"Aren't we trying on wedding dresses today?" Darla asked the
puzzled Staci.
	That was right. Gumby had frustrated it right out of her mind.
For his part, Gumby used Darla's arrival as an escape.
	"I'll let you girls do that stuff. I'm... going to take a walk,"
Gumby said as she slipped past Darla.
	"What's up with him?" Darla asked. "He looks like a cute guy 
that just got to prison."
	Staci busted out laughing. It was a novel way to describe it, but
it fit in a way. She explained Gumby's problem briefly.
	"Guys are mostly stupid about that stuff," Darla concurred.
"They say it's their right and their due and they're going to have it,
damn the consequences, and all the time it's them that's holding back.
I know this stuff. They pay me to do things their wives or girlfriends
would do if they'd ask. But they don't think they'd like it. So they 
pay me instead. But, hey, if giving me money clears their conscience,
I'll always have a job."
	There was a very loud silence for a few beats as Staci processed
her own variation of that sin. The look on her face must have been 
transparent because Darla got a look of her own. She guessed what was
going through Staci's mind.
	"Look, we're friends, right? I mean after some initial
stiffness," Darla blurted out. "I just want you to know that you can
ask me stuff if you want. It's all right if you don't. I don't mind.
You just worry about you because I'm a sure thing."
	It was clumsy and brave. Something needed to be said. Maybe it 
was out of place, but it needed a voice. Darla gave it hers. She might
not have been eloquent or subtle, but she had the guts to say it.
	And Darla's accidental bluntness made it even harder on Staci to
push her thoughts to the back of her mind. She had been worried about
Gumby but now the faces had switched places.
	But Staci hadn't decided that she wanted to experiment. Granted,
Darla was likely to be as pleasurable for her as for Sam. But was she
wondering because she really wanted to or just thought she did?
	"I promise you'll be my first," Staci said to lighten the mood.
	It did that, but not quite in the way Staci expected. Darla's
laugh was a cackle.
	"Then you're as good as mine," Darla snickered. "I can tell. You
want to. You just have to get over that it's wrong or something."
	Staci had a chill like Darla had opened the future. Somehow she
knew Darla was right, not because she was being honest with herself,
but because she trusted Darla's instincts. And it let it be Darla's
fault.
	"Well, first let's pick out the dress," Staci said.
	Staci had to admit the long lace sleeves on the one gown made
her look like she was wearing shoulder pads. It seemed like the
designer was trying to balance the volume of lace in the bodice with
a like amount on the arms.
	But it was the only one that really covered her. Darla was all
for one that was a satin corset which pressed Staci's breasts up
into unbelievable mounds just under her chin. There was a silk bolero
to hide the laces, but it barely made it to her shoulders. Staci felt
like a tit exhibit.
	"Make 'em cry, I say," Darla voted. "You want tears? Walk down
the aisle showing that off and everybody will be in tears thinking of
missed opportunities."
	It was a fine idea and Staci appreciated its merits, but this
wasn't the wedding she wanted to try it. She didn't want to look like
she was in the opening scene of a porn film when she walked down the 
aisle.
	The dress they settled on was almost as bad. It didn't push her
breasts up, but Staci didn't need the help. Just uncovering the tops
of her breasts made them appear to be trying to escape. In the dress
they picked, the flimsy fabric made that more than appearance.
	Staci knew she didn't dare bend over. Anything more than a
demi-bra supporting her massive chest would show above the scoop
neckline and that left nothing to keep her breasts from swinging out
of the top.
	It was something Staci was used to in clothes, so she knew she
wasn't going to have any better luck. It wasn't that the dress was
lewd in itself. It was Staci that was lewd in it. And it would have to
do.
	"I don't see the difference," Darla sulked. "Your tits hang out
in the bustier. Your tits hang out in this dress. Your tits just hang 
out. I say make a statement with it. Anyway, you'd know your tits
weren't going any farther laced in that corset."
	That was a point, but Staci still didn't like what it said about
her. She wanted to be a proper bride. She wanted everything to look
right. A lot was riding on that.
	"So what do you want to do now?" Darla asked.
	The air in the room was suddenly thick. Staci was having trouble
drawing breath. She had been all but naked with Darla for about two
hours, with Darla horsing her tits into the dresses and jerking the
trains over her ass, and it had been fine. But now Staci felt 
trapped. She was clearly having a conflict over this issue.
	"I mean do you want to eat, or decorate the church or go
shopping or something," Darla said. "I told you that stuff is all up
to you."
	But the air didn't thin. Staci was having some kind of crisis.
It wasn't like her. She was stronger than that. And it really wasn't
a question of what she wanted. It was the feeling of stepping off into
the void that panicked her.
	"Okay, enough!" Staci said loudly to herself. "Darla, will you
come over and hug me?"
	It wasn't much easier to hold the smaller woman, but her heart 
did slow down. She was curious. She wanted to find out what it was
like. That part was settled. Now Staci felt lost rather than terminal.
She had no idea what would happen and she was nervous.
	"You will be the first one," Staci said finally. "But we're going
to have to take it slow. We can ease into this can't we?"
	It didn't seem like a question. Staci ended her speech by 
turning Darla's face up and putting her mouth on Darla's. Darla 
waited for the touch of Staci's tongue before she parted her lips.
	For the first time Staci felt the urge to have a dick growing on
her rather than going in her. Darla felt so yielding in her arms. She
played with Staci's tongue so submissively. Staci had a definite urge 
to fuck her.
	Staci broke the kiss and shook her head to clear it.
	"We can save the rest for later- when our time is better
planned," Staci said.
	"Up to you," Darla said.
	-----
	They talked about nothing as Staci meandered through town on a
wandering trail to Madame Louise's. Every vanilla topic they passed 
through carried the sub-text of their eventual consummation. Their eyes
were making promises and even threats as their mouths babbled
inanities.
	Decision made, Staci felt relieved as she drove back. There was
still that pesky nervousness, but she'd get over that until she and 
Darla were together, alone, again.
	A strangely familiar sight greeted Staci when she opened the 
door of the apartment. It looked like Sam was fucking her on the bed.
But no, that wasn't her and it wasn't even Sam. It was only a part
second of delay before she pulled the door closed again,
	She didn't mean to interrupt, but it was her apartment. Gumby 
would have to understand.
	Fortunately for Gumby, he had been too busy to notice the door
open and then quickly close. He kept at his business.
	Staci satisfied herself that they were going on. Then she walked
away from the door, humming quietly. She hadn't waited to identify the
woman, but Gumby was too much like his uncle for her to mistake him.
	"Can't go up there," Staci told Sam when she met him on the
stairs. "Room's occupied. Want to try the office?"
	Sam knew from the twinkle in her eye that he wasn't going to have
to try too hard. He wanted to know what she meant by 'occupied', but
she stalled him until they were in his office.
	"It means we have a chance to be together and not leave poor
Gumby all alone," Staci finally spilled.
	Sam started to grin.
	"Why that son-of-a-gun! Real Hill man, that boy," Sam enthused.
"Been in town a day and he's already knocking off... I mean, found a
companion."
	"Oho! Proper Sam now, is it?" Staci attacked. "Can't say knocking
off a piece or knocking off some cunt to the prospective bride? You
turning into a sissy boy?"
	She was really attacking. Sam was trying to protect himself from
a flurry of jabbing fingers all aimed at tender spots on his ribs. He
wasn't particularly ticklish, but when Staci surprised him like that 
he was vulnerable.
	"Now! Stop it! I was trying to be... Hey! Nice. I was trying to
be nice," Sam spluttered as he tried to bat away her hands.
	"That's right! And I've got something for the nice boy," Staci
said as she evaded his hands and poked him again and again.
	Sam was cowered in a defensive pose when Staci threw herself at
him. She was pretty sure where this masculine side to her lust came
from. It didn't make her any less horny.
	She had been simmering all the time with Darla. Sam was going to
get the release of that tension. Sam was going to get it from the
bottom this time.
	"Now you quiet down like a good boy and I won't have to hurt
you," Staci told him, laying on his chest.
	Staci had caught Sam in a bad position. His arms were folded up
to protect his sides and she now had his arms trapped with his hands
by his face. He didn't have enough leverage to dislodge her without
getting unduly violent.
	It wasn't so bad. Sam could feel the sex radiating from Staci.
This was a completely new game and Sam was intrigued. What had come
over his submissive, beat me, tie me up, Staci? And what did she have
in mind for this reversal? 
	Sam yielded to relaxation and Staci stared him in the eye as she
cautiously shifted her weight. He seemed like he was going to play
her way. She couldn't trust him, but she hoped he waited.
	"That's it, hands up here," Staci said as she moved up his body.
"You've got some work to do, sissy boy."
	Now his hands were trapped between Staci's thighs and his own
face as she clamped a scissors lock on his head. The scent of sex was
very strong and not because the crotch of Staci's panties was only
inches from his nose. Something had got her fired up.
	Being called a 'sissy boy' wasn't doing anything for Sam, but
Staci's unnatural aggression was hot. Being forced to fuck her was an
interesting twist on the normal. Sam was ready to try new things.
	"Get busy!" Staci tugged on Sam's hair to push his face into her
crotch. "I said you've got work to do."
	Sam was amazed how easy it was to take her orders. He didn't feel
a shred of resentment as she made him lick her pantied crotch. It was
all licking panties- wet panties even before he licked- and a throbbing
hard-on as Staci unleashed her new personality.
	It was even hot that she made him lick panties. That was kinky
all right. Sam figured he was in for a wild ride.
	"Now lay there," Staci demanded after a while.
	Sam wasn't sure if he'd made her cum, but he had kept her
interest. She had his interest now as he wondered what came next. Staci
got her underwear off with less than feline grace, but Sam didn't let
that break the mood. Staci put things back into full forward when she
settled down on his cock.
	"Now this is mine and I'm using it until I say you can have it
back," Staci told Sam.
	It was wonderful and torture. Staci stayed stuck to his groin 
like pussy juice was glue. She rocked and tipped and moved her hips,
but she didn't move the merest millimetre off him. His cock felt real
good, deep in her warm cunt, but he was making no progress toward 
cumming.
	Staci knew that. She was doing it on purpose. They both knew
the game she was playing. Sam was ready to play and tried to settle
into the long wait before satisfaction.
	"Ooooh! That's so good for me!" Staci taunted him. "A private
dick for my private place. I'm getting off so good!"
	Sam knew she wasn't, but she was probably having the most fun. 
It was still hot to have her on the other end of this scene for once.
	Sam didn't start to deduce until Staci had given up her attempt
to bring him off by riding him hard and was perched, crab-like, just 
over his cock so Sam could thrust up into her. She had already cum
twice from all the sexual energy she had stored, so it wasn't like she
was giving in. She was making him work for his own orgasm.
	Work started Sam's brain turning again. He had been in vapor-lock
while his cock was captive and Staci was dominating him with the new
slice of personality she brought into the bedroom. Now he was doing
some adding and adding it up wrong.
	As he fell back to the bed, satisfied and exhausted by the trip,
he had figured out that Gumby had got Staci hot. Gumby was busy getting
laid and he was sure Staci was turned on by that. The old sexual
tension had given him a reward. Sam thought it was cute that Staci
lusted after his nephew.
	"So, old Gumby was busy and you had to take second choice. Is
that it?" Sam intended to tickle Staci back with this one.
	"Gumby? No, Gumby was driving me nuts pacing up and down. He
went off when Darla came over," Staci said.
	Darla?
	"When I got back from the whorehouse, I walked in on them, but I
don't think they noticed," Staci said.
	Darla Dare?
	Sam closed his mouth. He would rag Staci plenty when the time was
right, but he figured she was still a bit sensitive about the girl-girl
stuff. That is, unless there was another reason she was at Darla's with
Darla. He'd wait and see if she said. He didn't think it was a safe
topic to throw out for discussion.
	-----
	Gumby looked like their lonely little cocker spaniel when they 
got back to the apartment. His expression made Sam want to check to see
if he'd had an accident on the rug.
	"I don't mean to sound like a worried parent, but I'm glad you're
back," Gumby rattled in a rush when they walked in. "There was no one
here when I came back and then it was so long and I was beginning to
get anxious."
	"We're from around here. We know lots of places to go," Sam said
smugly.
	Gumby understood the smile. Sam and Staci had solved the little
privacy problem in their own way. He smiled back at Sam. Sam was happy
that Gumby was grown up enough to get it. Then Staci speared Gumby.
	"I did come back, but I saw you were busy and we left again,"
Staci said.
	Gumby did his color change trick again, flashing from pale to
flushed as that sank in.
	"I didn't have a key," Gumby sputtered. "No one was home and I
couldn't get in."
	He looked wildly at them as if that was enough for them to know
the rest. They both had the most innocent looks on their faces, but 
Gumby was being convicted by an internal judge.
	"That Anita girl had a key. I guess she knew who I was so she let
me in," Gumby at least explained his way in the door.
	From here, they got the rest. Sam knew how Anita Emery worked
from personal experience. It was no great stretch for Staci either.
Sam was also happy for Gumby. Anita wasn't bad. She was a lucky find 
for a boy from out of town. Sam was sure Gumby would get more cracks at
her.
	"Then it was a good night all 'round," Sam said. "I guess if the
sheets aren't too messed up, we'll turn in."
	"Oh, I changed them already," Gumby admitted.
	-----
	Right there in the middle of the bed. Legs in the air, his
nephew pumping oil between them. Sam wasn't ashamed to get a hard-on
of joy. It was arousing to appreciate a relative's prowess. It was a
pride-on. And Sam knew where to stick it.
	Staci mumbled something as Sam pulling down her underwear woke
her. He stopped moving except for a stroking circle of his hand on her
ass. She could feel his cock resting between her cheeks.
	She hummed a quiet assent and pushed her hips back to give Sam a
better angle. It was a beautiful fuck, ever so slow and stealthy
silent. Sam managed to push Staci over the crest with no more than an
escaped squeak or two. Staci felt so sneaky.
	Gumby could imagine every move. He too had roused at Staci's
murmur and was laying quiet, listening to every minute sound.
	He was remarkably calm. He was still conflicted about Sam and
Staci fucking less than a dozen feet away, but Gumby found it didn't
make him as frantic now that his own dick reposed in the tingle of
memory.
	It was kind of sexy in a not-incestuously-dangerous way. Gumby
found he could enjoy it without freaking. Such was the power of a 
woman that wanted everything he had in the first hour she knew him.
	Gumby's grand total had been up to four before he met Anita.
One had been for a respectable four months. Gumby had at least gotten
comfortable with the mechanics. And now he had more than doubled his
tally since Staci was his second ever.
	Gumby wasn't thinking studmeister. After all, he had Sam for
comparison. But he did feel that he wasn't an utter failure and 
could rise to a challenge.
	Anita wasn't making any demeaning comments when he was drilling 
her into the bed, the same bed his uncle was fucking Staci on. She
had begged for more. At least she had seemed pretty happy to wait 
until the could repeat the exercise a second time.
	And she was ready for more later. She said that too. It made
Gumby feel confident enough to let his uncle fuck right there by him.
It was enough make it not matter- much.
	-----
	Sam was clearing alleys with a glance before moving past them.
It wasn't likely to happen twice, but Sam was being prepared. Several
more predatory bitches than Muffy Woods were on the invitation list.
They might not choose an alley, but Sam had a sense they'd choose
something.
	Giselle chose the direct approach.
	"Take you somewhere, mister?" she called out as her Red Ball
taxi glided to the curb.
	"Where am I headed?" Sam asked.
	"The little hairy cave in Spread Thigh Valley," Giselle snorted
at him. "I don't go to sweet haven at tenderness junction."
	"This going to cost me another $20?" Sam asked as Giselle
pushed open the passenger door beside her.
	"Naw," Giselle said and went off duty. "It's going to save me
buying a toaster."
	If he was a cab driver, Sam would have said Giselle was a perfect
female copy. As it was, it was close enough.
	"So you're going to fuck me for a wedding present?" Sam asked.
	"I like to think of it as a present for both of us," Giselle
said.
	"What about my bride?" Sam inquired.
	"I'm sure you'll pass it along," Giselle snorted again.
	Sam could imagine a lesbian relationship Giselle style. She'd
fuck some guy and tell him to pass it to her lover. Then she'd want 
one back. Sam thought the job of messenger would be great.
	-----
	The only thing left was to clear the area. Staci realized that
she had made the decision long before and was only vacillating because
she couldn't pick a when. When. Anyway, it was only going to haunt her
until she got it over with.
	"You know, Gumby, I bet Miss Emery would really 'love' the
office. You know how women get around P.I.s, particularly in their 
lairs." Staci suggested to Gumby.
	Anita was a sure thing anyway, and Staci privately had the
opinion that Anita realized she could get Gumby to do anything she
wanted. Anita probably didn't find guys like that much in taking
quantity over quality in her sex choices.
	That should clear the morning and most the afternoon. All she
had to do was call Darla. And if Sam walked in? Staci paused with the
phone in her hand. He was going to get her for it eventually, he might
as well start at the start, she thought and dialed.
	"I knew you wanted to try," Darla said immediately upon entering.
"You've got the right attitude."
	Staci was too nervous to care what that meant. She wasn't second-
guessing herself, but there was still plenty of room to be nervous. 
	"So, do we kiss now or what?" Staci asked.
	"We act like we like each other and the rest sorts itself out,"
Darla said, a little sharper than usual.
	Staci looked at Darla- at Darla, and not the sum of her parts.
There were no secrets on one level and nothing but secrets on the next.
For once, Staci saw the tough little girl that had lived most her life
fighting the pressures of her environment. She saw a survivor and knew
that most of the other things she knew about Darla were the cost of her
life.
	She realized how lonely that life was and finally heard the cry
from Darla. She also realized the risk that it represented to Darla and
felt ashamed she had never considered Darla's feelings before.
	"Then come here, little girl and get some lovin'," Staci said and
held out her arms.
	It was as easy as Darla said. Once they met in the embrace it all
followed naturally. At least it flowed smoothly.
	From the hug and certainly the kiss, Staci knew what she wanted.
It wasn't really the way she had imagined it, but she knew it was the
way she wanted it. She wanted to fuck Darla. She didn't want a woman to
make love to her, she wanted to fuck a woman.
	"You sure this is your first time?" Darla asked when Staci had
put her on the bed and climbed over her. "Most first-timers like to be
done and get funny about doing back."
	Staci dragged her massive mounds over Darla's smaller chest as
her lips raked down Darla's neck. She was going to fuck this little
girl. Her lips wallowed over Darla's breasts as she felt Darla's leg
lift up to press against her mount.
	"I'm going to fuck you," Staci lifted her heavy-lidded face to
tell Darla. "I want to fuck you. I know what I want now."
	There was a fierceness in Staci's eyes that took Darla aback. If
Staci had been a man she would have been nervous. Darla was awed by the
power of the genie of lust Staci could uncork.
	Then they were kissing and rolling on the bed. Thigh pressed cunt
and rubbed just as their bodies ground together while their tongues
chased each other in their mouths. Neither of them was thinking much.
They reacted to the pressures and the urges.
	"If I had a dick it would be up to your belly button right now,"
Staci growled into Darla's face.
	 "You should have said. I would have brought one," Darla gasped
back.
	"I'll have to make do with these," Staci said and pushed her two
middle fingers into Darla's snatch.
	Staci never considered whether Darla was faking or not. It fed
her need to see the reaction. Darla twisting to the tune of her fingers
made her burn. Seeing her power over pleasure was pressing much unused
buttons in Staci.
	Darla was not faking. For once she was allowed to surrender. She
let Staci bring her off. The freedom itself was orgasmic. 
	Darla didn't delude herself into love. Darla was as open to that
idea as to expecting the Easter bunny. But for once she was having sex
with someone for the right reasons.
	Gratitude made her struggle to roll Staci on her back so she
could return the love. But Staci stayed firmly in control. She was much
bigger than Darla and didn't allow the reversal until her own passion
had grown to dizzying heights and she couldn't help it.
	She moaned helplessly as Darla licked down to between her legs 
and flicked her tongue over Staci's sex flesh. Staci didn't need to 
cum. It had already been rewarding enough. But she felt powerless to
stop Darla.
	Staci came (loudly) with Darla's face buried in her cunt and two
of Darla's fingers fucking her ass insistently. Staci though it would 
never stop.
	When the pink, lacy fuzz had blown away, Staci waited for the
backlash. Darla had crawled up next to her and she had rolled partway
toward her so they could hold each other.
	She looked at Darla's face and there was nothing. She kissed her.
It had been good, very good. She had enjoyed everything. She didn't 
feel a bit bad about it.
	The only thing Staci could beat herself up over was waiting so
long. She didn't feel it had been a mistake.
	-----
	"So, when's Sam going to walk in?" Darla asked as she lay halfway
across Staci and examined her left tit closely.
	"Is he here?" Staci asked, wondering if Darla was giving her a
warning.
	"No, but I had this figured for the gag where the boyfriend walks
in and you have to both fuck him," Darla said. "Didn't Sam talk you
into this so we could have a three-way?"
	Staci was vaguely offended because it was wrong. Then she was
more definitely offended because she realized what was wrong. Darla
didn't think Staci wanted to do it on her own. Darla didn't think Staci
could make that decision on her own.
	"Sam had nothing to do with my decision," Staci said. "I thought
I was taking you up on an offer as a friend. It felt like that. I 
wasn't thinking of Sam."
	Darla felt the chill like opening an icebox.
	"I wasn't accusing you or anything," Darla said. "It was just
what I thought. "You remember that one night- with me in the chair.
I thought I'd have gotten in on that if you weren't afraid of girls."
	Staci didn't remember, but she had to admit that she was afraid
of girls. And she had a good reason. She thought of them sexually and
wasn't ready to face it. But Staci also felt that Darla sounded a
little anxious for this to happen.
	"If you're not accusing, are you asking?" Staci asked Darla,
"Were you hoping Sam was going to walk in?"
	"Well, you know, I wouldn't mind," Darla aw-shucked, "I mean, I
never mind anyway, do I? But that's not it. Really, you and Sam are 
like the closest thing to friends I've got."
	If it was a bit maudlin, Staci knew how to cheer Darla up. It
might be fun to get Sam in for a third opinion. Her new joy should have
many uses. It was like discovering a new land. There was a lot of
territory to explore.
	"I bet we can find a time when Sam will walk in," Staci said. "If
you'd like that."
	-----
	Giselle had a home. She didn't live in the taxi. It was a great
place. She had two rooms beside the bathroom so there was a door
between the bedroom and the living room/kitchen. Sam thought how
convenient that would be for him right now.
	But mostly he admired the spare sensibility of the place. Giselle
had curtains but they were a no-nonsense black and white plaid and 
plain cotton. She was still a girl, but one of the least silly Sam had
ever met.
	"You need your pants off," Giselle observed as she was taking off
her own.
	That left her in nothing but underpants and Sam hurried to shed
his clothes. He didn't want to be the laggard here. He remembered how 
efficient she was.
	He guessed that was while on duty. Or maybe she had a different
routine for presents. 
	Giselle was waiting for him when he got naked. Sam was ready to
start right in, but she pushed him over on his back and leaned on him.
She was all touchy, feely for a minute before she kissed him.
	Even then she lingered about his face and neck for some time 
before sliding down to suck his cock. Sam didn't need help. Giselle
had been a good fuck and he was eager. Giselle sucked his cock anyway.
It wasn't the worst thing she could do.
	"Now take the hint and let's make this memorable," she said as
she came up to lay beside him.
	"I remember the last time," Sam said as he climbed between her
legs. "You're good. I liked you a lot."
	But he got the hint. He didn't ram her in search of climax. He
searched her with his cock very carefully before he even started really
thrusting. And he played with her tits.
	He hadn't gotten a clean shot at them in the back of the cab. He
regretted that now, as much as he could with them in his hands. They
were absolutely Staci-esque, deflated a few sizes. They were meaty
yet mobile and her nipples had levels of excitement.
	They were stiff and standing when he started, but even the nubs
crinkled more when he played with them. When he picked up the tempo and
gripped them a bit rougher, her areola sucked in tighter and made it
seem she had two-level nipples with no darker circle surrounding.
	That was neat, but Sam's part of bringing her to that level of
excitement was distracting him. He was holding on because Giselle's
nipples weren't the only part of her showing her excitement. Her hips
had begun to bang back at him and she had powerful hips.
	"This memorable yet?" Sam gasped at her as they thrashed on the
bed.
	"Shut up!" Giselle snapped.
	She wanted his mind on the business at hand- or at dick in this
case. Sam felt he knew her like he knew himself. He dropped her tits 
and put his hands on the bed to get to that business.
	"There! Right there!" Giselle shouted and froze with her hips
at a particular angle.
	Sam drove into her and accelerated. Giselle broke her pose in
an arch of her back and legs that closed like a hip-hold trap. Sam
could feel the contractions. He had hit 'right there' accurately
enough to make her cum. Giselle wasn't being still about it.
	"Go for it!" Giselle urged. "Do it. Be my daddy! Fuck me now!"
	Sam didn't know from daddy. He only knew she was a wild ride 
when unrestrained. Fortunately, her legs were keeping his cock buried
in her or he would have had a time matching her gyrations as she 
flopped about on the bed.
	Sam's only real thought was that he couldn't cum because then
she'd stop. One particularly violent buck knocked him off balance and
he fell on top of Giselle. Then he was trapped by arms as well as legs
and wrapped in warm woman as he fucked her.
	"Come on, Go! go! go!" Giselle grunted in his ear as she held 
him tight to her chest.
	Her legs let him free and planted on the bed to give sharper
changes of direction to her hips. She kept encouraging him with her
mouth as her pussy rocked to welcome his thrusts.
	She was leaving the action to him, but she wasn't being passive.
He had freedom of motion- at least from the waist down, but her pussy 
was loud in telling him what it wanted.
	She felt good in his arms. Her pussy was divine. He had showed
off enough. Sam stopped trying to resist and let the churning whirlpool
of hot pussy silk take its normal toll.
	When he was coming, her hips settled into up and down and Sam
felt that hot whirlpool suck the cum from his exploding balls. She was
damn good at this stuff.
	"You're damn good at that," Sam said un-imaginatively.
	"Sometimes it takes a good rider to bring out the best," she
said somewhat more smoothly.
	"I think we should be buddies," Sam said.
	"Yeah, I know, fuck buddies," Giselle sneered.
	Sam put on the puppy eyes. He sniffed dramatically.
	"I didn't mean it that way," he said. "Just because I figure it
out when we're fucking doesn't mean anything."
	"Okay, I'll bite, give me your sob story," Giselle said.
	"No sob story. I like you," Sam said. "If I was a woman, I'd be
you. That's what I mean."
	"So we're supposed to have beers with the boys and a poker night
every other Friday, huh?" Giselle asked. "Just like buddies."
	"Okay, I didn't think it out, I was expressing a genuine
feeling," Sam growled. "I don't get much practice having them, let
alone expressing them."
	That touched her. Probably she was most affected because she 
understood Sam's confusion. She had a skin that didn't let the soft
stuff out, too.
	"Then I'm your buddy, okay?" Giselle said. "Get up and put your
clothes on and get out of here until you can figure what a buddy and
her married buddy can do to be buddies."
	Sam knew she got it. There was enough irony in her tone for him 
to know she understood. He understood enough not to explain that Staci
didn't care if he fucked his buddies. That was one of those things
you've got to show and not tell a woman like Giselle. Otherwise she'd
think it was bullshit and Sam was just another asshole.
	When she dropped him off, she gave him her card.
	"If you figure out what buddies can do, my home number's on the
back- in case I'm not on duty," Giselle said.
	-----
	Sam heard a real commotion coming from his office. He heard 
Gumby's voice in the thick of it and turned around. He wasn't going to
peep in like Staci had. Let the boy have his fun.
	Sam was chuckling to himself as he walked by Miss Zsa-zsa's.
	"You in a hurry to slobber over the bride-to-be or would you like
to see what the future holds for the new couple?" came from the door.
	Sam knew there was a camera, but he was surprised Miss Zsa-zsa
was stationed at its monitor at that very moment.
	"You said never again," Sam smiled at her. "Is it never already?"
	"It was never about a heartbeat after I begged you not to do it,"
Miss Zsa-zsa said. "Now it's way past never. But if that's what you 
have on your mind, go give it to Staci."
	Sam had to fuck her in the ass. For one, it was his idiom. And it
was the end of a story. Anyway, it was only right. She had been the 
hungry pursuer and she should know that it would catch up to her in
the end.
	"I could squeeze your ass if you'd like, but I just had a hard
ride," Sam said.
	"You sweet-talker, you," she wrinkled her nose. "Well, come in
and grab my ass then."
	-----
	Sam never knew a woman to be so appreciative of being felt up.
Madame Zsa-zsa positively gushed when he handled her goods. It was
all innocent flirtation and welcome.
	Sam was glad she didn't try to pressure him to perform. His 
opinion of the old broad had gone up a couple of notches.
	Her part while he was groping her was a series of dire warnings
about tall, burly men with great power, vampire nurses that wanted to
suck him dry and losing his love to a relative. More seriously, she
confided that she had watched as Gumby and two girls, blonde and
brunette, had gone up the stairs.
	He figured she was close on the relative. Staci liked Gumby.
He couldn't see any red-blooded man holding out for a week in the same
place as Staci. And Gumby and two girls proved the color of his
nephew's blood.
	-----
	There was no contrived scene for Sam when he walked in the
apartment. Staci needed more warning before she shared Darla with Sam.
Staci was by the stove cooking, of all things.
	"What are you doing? You can't cook," Sam said.
	"I've been told it's important for a bride to learn," Staci
smirked.
	Sam rescued her before she burned the macaroni by leaving the 
fire on as she added the cheese. At least she hadn't burned the water.
	"You can put the tuna in while it's heating, but take it off for
the cheese," Sam reminded her.
	"So, how was your day?" Staci ignored the instructions about
cheese and got to the meat.
	"Remember that taxi girl that helped out on the Twyler thing?"
Sam said. "She gave me a wedding present I'm supposed to give to you."
	"Go on and eat," Sam said when she looked up. "It's the kind 
of present you've got to be naked for."	
	Staci vaguely remembered some taxi girl from her notes, but she
definitely understood what she gave Sam.
	"Did she say this gift was for me?" Staci asked and Sam nodded.
"Then it was nice of her to think of me."
	"So, how was your day?" Sam asked.
	He figured it was neutral enough to rag her about Darla.
	"You and Darla get together yet?" he added, intending to tell her
about Gumby at the office when she surprised him.
	"That was my day," Staci shocked him. "Darla and I spent most of
it fucking each other's brains out."
	Sam didn't know what to say. Rather, he thought of many things to 
say and couldn't choose. Staci sounded flip, but Sam figured it was
a little more serious to her than she made it sound. He stayed away 
from the selection of wise cracks.
	"Well, if you spent most of the day, you must have liked it," 
Sam deduced. "Congratulations. I couldn't be happier for you."
	There was a tear in Staci's eye.
	"Sam Hill!" she started and then choked a little. "Sam Hill, I
don't know what's got into you. You couldn't have said a nicer thing.
You... you... bastard!"
	Then the water works turned on. Sam dragged his chair to her side
of the table so he could hold her as she cried. He thought the amazing
thing was that he understood her tears. She had taken an emotionally
terrifying step and needed release.
	That was close enough. Staci's tears came from several complex
places, not the least of which was Sam not giving her a reason to hold
them back by being callous. She knew he was good through and through,
but it rarely showed on the outside as it was now.
	Sam was kissing tears away when Gumby pranced in. He immediately
misinterpreted the situation.
	"I don't care," he announced. "I'll watch if you want me to. It
won't bother me right now."
	"See what a couple of babes can do for our little boy?" Sam asked
Staci.
	Gumby lost a beat at that revelation, but only a beat.
	"I should know my Uncle Sam finds out everything," Gumby said. 
"Do you know who they were?"
	"A blonde and a brunette. The brunette was Anita. She was so 
impressed she wanted you to do her friend," Sam was guessing after
identifying Anita, but Gumby thought he knew.
	"You are the best, Uncle Sam," Gumby marveled. "You've got quite
a city here. The girls are so... friendly."
	Suddenly he noticed Staci's red eyes and the tracks of her tears.
She didn't look sad, but...
	"Is there something wrong?" Gumby asked. "You've been crying."
	"Tears of joy," Staci said. "You uncle told me about a present
one of his guests gave us."
	-----
	They were coming down to the short hairs. The wedding was two
days away and their schedules were filled with arrivals. Aunt Margerie
was coming that night and the other ladies from Howard and
Crawfordville would be leaking in over the next two days.
	Staci was off to meet her aunt and Sam was staring at set-ups
on an otherwise empty table. He deferred to an ice cube and splashed
some whisky over it.
	Gumby was mostly laying on the table, his elbows stretched out
in front of him. His hands had collapsed in their support of his chin
and Gumby was resting his chin on them on the table.
	Even Gumby wasn't as drunk as his pose indicated. It was more
like boredom. Sam stopped blaming Baker's clumsy execution. No matter
how far one pizza would go to make it more of a party, it would still
be sad.
	He started blaming the whole idea.
	"The whole idea is stupid in the first place," Sam said loudly
to Baker.
	"Next you'll be saying there ain't no Santa Claus," Baker said
warningly, pointing to Gumby.
	"Well, he should know," Sam said.
	"Your problem is you don't have any friends," Baker jumped back
in. "I guess I should have invited Catalano."
	"No. I forgot about him. I guess not having him here makes up
for how lame this is," Sam said. "But I never meant to leave Gumby in
the dark."
	That was enough to perk Gumby up. He didn't care about being
kidded about Santa Claus. It sounded like there was more.
	"Why am I in the dark?" Gumby asked.
	"Because it's better that way," Baker said.
	Gumby turned to Sam and before he could speak the night turned
into a batchelor party.
	"The entertainment's here!" came a shout from the doors of the
reception hall.
	All eyes turned to watch Darla Dare and Passion slink down the
aisle between the tables. They were dressed in long, spangly costumes
that might have graced a Las Vegas stage.
	Behind them, dressed normally, was Madame Louise. She shut the 
doors behind them and took the outside route around the tables.
	"I don't have a clue," Baker responded to Sam's scowl.
	"It was their idea," Madame Louise said as she made herself a 
drink. "We'd have been here early, but someone got confused where this
place was."
	She shot a look at Darla, who was too busy inching off elbow-
length gloves to notice. Then she went back and sat down next to Baker.
Gumby was staring open-mouthed from his slump on the table.
	Passion was in blue and Darla in red. They were both more or less
co-ordinated in the strip and grind they were performing. When the
dresses finally dropped off, no one noticed that they were dancing
without music.
	There was standard stripper underwear under there, but Passion,
even in a brief top and G-string, had a body that made men's mouths go
dry. Even Sam stopped being grouchy and gave them credit for good
intentions.
	Gumby was shell-shocked when the tops came off and there were 
no pasties. He looked anxiously at Baker when the girls went nude. This
had to be illegal even here. Baker was talking to the old woman that
had come in with the girls and seemed unconcerned.
	When they attacked Sam and started undressing him, Gumby didn't
know what to think. 
	"Hey, hey, come on girls," Sam was protesting, "This could get
me in a lot of trouble with the Missus."
	Darla cackled. He bore the warm flesh sandwich of the girls
surrounding him with more grace, but when Passion slid down to suck
his cock, he got jumpy.
	"What about poor Gumby? He's a batchelor too," Sam said, feeling
too much like part of a stage show.
	With some regret because she wanted to be part of the gang that 
ganged up on Sam, Darla homed in on Gumby. After all, he was a young
Hill. That had to count for something, Darla soothed her loss.
	The next time Sam remembered, and that was sitting Indian style
with Passion rotating on his cock, he looked for Baker. Madame Louise
was sitting on his lap. He couldn't tell, and Passion didn't allow him
to look long, what was going on there.
	Passion was still as good as her name. She knew Sam's every 
secret and every secret of his cock. She pushed him down after a while
and let his awed observation of her bouncing breasts have a bigger
perspective. She didn't dawdle there. She knew Sam would appreciate
all views. She rolled off and got to her knees.
	As Sam slipped in behind her, he glanced at Gumby and Darla in
a good old conventional man between the legs fuck off to his right.
Passion's butt didn't allow him to look too long in that direction
either. Sam watched as his cock slid into the warm mouth of her sex
and his belly closed on her perfect ass. The rest was small change
when he had Passion to fuck.
	She made Sam cum on her face. She pulled her mouth off his cock
the merest part of a second before the first jerk shot his seed and
got it full on the upper lip. She had a cum mustache as Sam spattered
her cheeks and eyelids with the next blasts. Then she licked his cock
with cum dripping off her face. She remembered his special fantasy for
her.
	Sam was crawling back to his chair when Darla tackled him.
	"You're not done yet, party boy," Darla told him. "You've got a
long night ahead of you."
	Sam's first impulse was to decline, but he was struck with an
odd thought. Darla had become more than some decent whore he had a 
soft spot for. She was fucking Staci. It made her like a sister or 
something. He let her wrestle him to his back and sit on his cock.
	"You're going the whole way tonight," Darla told him. "You might
have to fuck Madame Louise too."
	Actually, that was being taken care of. What Sam hadn't been able
to tell was that Madame Lousie was indeed sitting her naked ass on
Baker's hard dick. Baker's poker face stayed intact as she fucked him.
It would be hard for anyone to tell he was getting some.
	That was as it should be. That was the way Madame Louise
remembered, right down to Baker licking his fingers and wiping her
pussy before she sat on his cock. The 'seduction' was just as no
frills.
	"For old times?" Madame Louise had offered as she pulled up her
skirt to reveal a lack of undergarmets.
	Baker grunted, licked his fingers, wiped and she sat. Baker had
been the best of the vice guys in her day. He wanted his taste to look
the other way, but he was somehow honest about it. He didn't play a 
lot of games. There was no teasing or threatening. He pointed to a wall
and she assumed the position. He did his business and left her alone.
	And he always licked his fingers and made sure she was at least a
little wet before he fucked her. That was what she remembered about
him. It was such a little thing, but it showed more consideration than
she got from any of the other cops.
	Darla was making some headway reviving Sam's cock with dirty
talk. At first it was a stray remark, but she felt the response and
went with it.
	"Are you going to squirm like a little bitch, like your
girlfriend?" Darla was challenging Sam, "Are you going to squeal and
beg for more?"
	It didn't have to be an accurate representation of her time with
Staci. Darla was going for whatever made Sam's cock twitch the most. It
didn't take too long, but Gumby was already deep in Passion before
Darla and Sam even started.
	It felt so wrong. He was so terrible. Passion was like his
mother. Gumby hated himself while sporting the hardest hard-on he had
ever had. He was sucking mother tit and fucking his mother in the 
hottest and most mind-boggling sex he'd ever had.
	Even more than fucking Staci. Even more than fucking Staci in
the ass. It was as if the fires of hell themselves were heating his
passion with Passion. He felt supremely dirty and supremely eager to
wallow in her mire.
	She had found the deepest sin in his heart and was forcing him 
to commit it. Gumby had become a six-foot bundle of desire. As was
her gift, she became the perfect woman for Gumby. He was lost in the
experience as his cock was lost in the joy of Passion. Even his 
tumbling self-condemnation was only fuel for this all-consuming roast
that was sex with Passion.
	Sam would have been afraid for Gumby, but he had his own whore
to deal with. Darla was doing a pretty good job of keeping his mind
occupied with his own dirty thoughts. Staci licked this cunt, he 
thought (wrongly), now it's like a blow-job and a fuck in one.
	Darla was on her back with her knees around her ears as Sam 
drilled her. She was trying to manufacture warm feelings of friendship
for Sam to make it seem special, but too many cocks had plowed her 
trough to make that possible. All she felt was Sam bumping
uncomfortably against her cervix. She made it special by enduring that
without complaining.
	-----
	Gumby wouldn't stop grinning. He walked like he was dizzy, but
that could be expected. Sam knew the grin would be a tip-off.
	"You guys have a good time?" Staci asked.
	"You can't imagine!" Gumby started.
	"Three guys getting maudlin drunk. Ooooo!" Sam tried to rescue
the situation.
	Aunt Margerie was there. Sam wasn't sure how much of her wild
new life Staci had shared with the old lady. He was being cautious.
	As if that mattered. Staci hadn't strictly revealed all to her
aunt, but Gumby's grin was a give-away. The old lady had been around 
the block and into most of the bedrooms on the circuit in her day.
She knew the score.
	"Well, it's time for the old bird to go home," Margerie said.
"I'm sure we'll have time to talk later."
	-----
	"Sam training that boy to follow in his footsteps?" Margerie
asked Staci in the car on the way to her hotel.
	"Sam couldn't shake him if he wanted to," Staci said. "Gumby's a
good kid. Sam loves to hate him, but he doesn't really. And I think
he gets himself in over his head by tagging along with Sam."
	"So you've had the kid too?" Margerie asked.
	"Why would you say that?"  Staci asked, her expression answering
her aunt's question.
	"Sam comes in from a wild party where you know he's gotten fucked
six ways to Sunday and you don't turn a hair," Margerie counted off,
"You look like you're proud of the kid for getting his. And you think
this bond between uncle and nephew is touching. Sounds like you're 
soft on both of them. And a girl like you..."
	Margerie let that hang. She had already wrung the confession out
of Staci anyway. Staci went back to their previous discussion.
	"And you thought all I did was fuck girls," Staci said.
	"I told you I have no opinion," Margerie said. "I never went that
route and I'm in no position to judge. All I know is that you're still
the smart little girl I've always known and I trust your judgement."
	Then she added, "I'm glad you did something about it. Being a
little shy was your only fault."
	"Well, I guess I'm not so shy now," Staci said.
	"Sam's good for you," Margerie said. "He gives you a reliable
playground to explore. Let's see what happens when Albert arrives."
	Oh yes. Albert. The pre-teen nemesis. Staci was still not sure
why she invited him. Oh, she had ideas, but she wasn't sure she could
find her courage face to face. Aunt Margerie obviously shared Staci's
uncertainty on that score.
	-----
	Staci hated Albert. The proportions of that hate had become
blurred over time. They were restored on first meeting, long before
Albert tried to stick his tongue in her mouth when he forced her to
kiss him.
	Albert was a child-molester and a rapist. Staci knew because she
was the child that had been molested. Aunt Margerie nor anyone else
knew the extent of his evil because Staci had been too ashamed to tell.
	Yes, he'd tickled her until she peed, but that was the least of
his sins. When her confusion about her emerging sexuality made her
want the attention without really wanting it, Albert took it as
consent. He'd raped her while she was still 12, telling her it was
better because girls who hadn't had their period couldn't get pregnant.
	When she got her period between his first rape and the next, he
told her she deserved to be pregnant for being a slut at 13. Staci
had trouble disputing that because she felt the same way. Nothing this
bad could happen to her unless she was bad herself.
	There were no good memories of Albert. Topping all the bad in
Staci's adult mind was the guilt of her silence. How many other little
girls had Albert terrorized because she was ashamed to say what he
did to her?
	Staci knew why she had invited him. His actions in the airport
steeled her spine to put ideas into action. He hadn't changed. He
still needed to be stopped.
	-----
	Sam smelled her perfume before she stepped out of the doorway.
She was topped by some huge Audrey Hepburn hat, swathed in a trench
coat and wearing high vinyl boots. Between a high scarf and big dark
glasses he could only see her lips.
	"I'm afraid this will be our last meeting," the lips said.
"Please make it sweet."
	She all but pushed him to the door of his office and hovered 
over him while he unlocked the door. Sam knew what it was, but he
didn't have a clue who.
	"I know your mission is taking you away from me, but I couldn't
resist one last meeting," she said breathily as the door opened.
	Sam got it now. She was a spy. They were spies. She was a
secretary with an active fantasy life. The question remained, which
one?
	"I guess its the least I can do," Sam said, struggling for some
spy talk to help her fantasy. "You've gotten me out of some scrapes."
	It was lame, but she was carried on with her own momentum. She
did a twirl that spun open the trench coat and let it drop. Under it
she was in a bikini.
	Sam admired the practice she must have done to get the twirl
right. He passed the bikini like she passed his lame response. A light
was going off. He remembered his own thoughts: "he now understood
willowy. It was curves as gentle as the swaying of willow branches. It
was a smooth transition of tiny waist to narrow square butt below and 
the hanging pears of her breasts above. She looked good all over."
	Delfco. Secretary. Ripe... Peachy... Fresh! Miss Fresh. It came
back. She was a romantic. This had to be her.
	Big hat, scarf, bikini, high boots, Sam gave her points for 
making it sexy enough he wasn't laughing at the costume. She aided that
by spinning off the hat, unwinding the scarf and finally pulling off
the glasses in turn.
	"Come on lover, don't you want me?" she asked as she closed in.
	Sam had to grant that there was something arousing in the way her
hands slid under his coat to stroke his back. She wasn't bad at this
seduction stuff. She helped him get the coat off while they kissed 
and then left the rest to him as she dropped down to get his cock out.
	He didn't remember her doing this much the first time. It was
better when she helped. Sam had an idea.
	"Let's make this time memorable," he said as she sucked his cock,
"Let's do something we've never been able to do with all the pressure
of secrecy." 
	He lifted her to her feet and led her into his office.
	"Let's do it in bed like normal people," he said. "How kinky is
that for people like us?"
	He sold it and she bought a dozen. For all he knew, she never 
did get laid in bed. Maybe she was limited to her romantic fantasy
encounters with strangers in back rooms and alleys. Sam couldn't tell
by the way she was all over him at the suggestion.
	He finally got the hint that he was the one to take her bikini 
off her. She was all but fucking him standing up and hadn't made move
one to get more naked. She giggled when he pulled the string on her
top.
	Sam looked down lovingly on her dainty pair and then kissed them
for her. He picked her up and laid her on the cot. He had this figured 
out. He'd impress her with the way he unwrapped her.
	Sam thought it was stupid once he had dragged her bottoms past
the good stuff with his teeth. He defaulted to his hand sweeping off
the last clothes and made it up to her by burying his face in her
snatch. He only kissed it once. He had the idea that she liked to get
to the big stuff real quick.
	"Oh my god! I couldn't stop you if I tried," she tittered.
	Sam had no idea what that meant. He thought they were playing
spy. It didn't seem to be a bad thing. She was tipping her pelvis up
to him, trying to help him slide deep inside her.
	Then she was demanding it. Her cunt came up to meet him while
he fucked her. Her head was lolled to the side with her mouth open and
gasping. She had both hands on her tits, crushing them.
	This was good. She was hot and tight and eager. Sam wondered how
she had escaped some guy finding out and keeping her home to nail all
the time.
	It was a fleeting thought. Miss mystery Fresh was demanding his
attention.
	"Now I want it like a dog! Make me take it like a dog!" she was
moaning.
	Sam got out of her way and she clambered onto her hands and knees.
Her hands gripped the rail of the cot and her knees slipped out
until she was showing Sam a split display of delight. He pulled her up
to his level and pushed back into the velvet vise.
	Her active butt was even better from this direction. Sam liked
it this way and Miss Fresh was going nuts. She kept yelling about being
a dog and Sam felt her shiver through what felt like a string of 
firecracker jerks. Sam was mostly amused by the reaction of her cunt
on his cock, but as it went on, he had the vague thought that she 
was cumming for an awful long time.
	Then he had a bright memory. It came at just the right, which was
the worst, time. She had asked him to pull out. She had sucked him dry.
	"Should I pull out!" he asked at emergency speed.
	"What?" she asked.
	Sam couldn't wait. He pulled out.
	"No! Put it back! It's okay!" she demanded.
	It was just. Sam rammed home and began to shoot. It wasn't the
worst thing. Miss Fresh reached back to pull her butt wider and he felt
her clamp down on his cock. She moved her butt so he didn't have to
and Sam enjoyed the whole womb-painting process.
	"You remembered," she said.
	It was a while later but the first either of them spoke.
	"You're hard to forget," Sam said, trying to hit the right note.
	-----
	"Well, gee golly, you're not like I thought you were at all,"
Darla told Staci. "This could be real trouble. I didn't think you had
it in you."
	Darla had no reluctance to help. Jail loomed as a familiar and
unpleasant experience in her mind, but it was worth it. Staci's cause
was just and Staci was one of her few friends.
	Darla took an instant dislike to Albert. She didn't need Staci to
tell her what kind of guy he was. She could see it in his eyes. She
could see it by where his eyes lingered. She could see it by the way
he wanted her to see where his eyes lingered.
	He was out of his depth with her. She'd suck out his eyeball and
spit it back in his one good eye if he messed with her. She did this
for a living. He was at most a talented amateur.
	Darla knew she had to, but she didn't want to leave Staci alone
with Albert. Her job was to check the 'fridges to see the food was
ready. Her job was to get out of the way and leave them alone in the
large, empty reception hall.
	"You know, you've really grown up," Albert started as soon as 
Darla was through the door.
	He closed in and was touching Staci, looking down at her. She
felt the old fears closing in. He hadn't changed at all.
	"Get off it, Albert- and back off," Staci said sternly.
	"You know you don't want me to do that, really," he said. "You
know how much you like me, whether you like to admit it or not."
	"Like when you raped me when I was 12?" Staci asked.
	"We were kids- and I don't think it was rape," Albert said.
"It was a long time ago, Cheryl, can't you let it go?"
	"My name is Staci now," Staci said.
	"But you'll always be my little Cheryl," Albert said.
	For her sternness of demeanor, Staci hadn't stepped back. Albert
was still touching her and then he grabbed her. Staci was sucked down a
drain leading to her childhood.
	"And my Cheryl always liked to pretend she didn't want it," 
Albert said.
	He hadn't changed. Staci wasn't going to let it happen this time.
He was still big, mean Albert, but Staci saw him in a different way
now. He was a cancer that needed to be cut out. She stomped a heel into
his foot and screamed.
	Like a fuzzy streak, there was 102 pounds of Darla on Albert's
back. Staci pushed him down and Darla adjusted herself to sit on his
head.
	"Goddamn rapists ought to go to jail for 20 years," Darla
snarled.
	"Don't worry cousin," Staci said with false bravery, "We won't
let you go to jail without being prepared."
	She was patting Albert's vulnerable rear as she spoke.
	"I wasn't doing anything," Albert squealed.
	"I saw you holding her down, trying to get your dick in her,"
Darla said. "You had your pants down and you'd ripped her panties and
everything. I saw it all."
	Staci had taken advantage of his protective instincts about his
rear to put the cuffs on him. Sooner or later he would have figured out
he could toss Darla off his head and then they'd have a war. Now he 
was officialy helpless.
	"What are you going to do?" Albert screeched.
	"Now we don't want to turn you in," Staci said soothingly.
	It was getting easier and easier to feel the role she was 
playing. Albert was helpless and now it was her turn. It might not
solve anything, but it would make her feel so good.
	"But maybe a little taste of prison would do you good," Staci 
said sweetly as she undid Albert's pants.
	The dildo Darla had brought was huge. It was only about 8 inches
long but it was a dick and a half thick.	Staci took off her skirt to
cinch the rig tight over her panties.
	"What are you doing back there?" Albert was desperate with his
naked ass sticking up.
	He made a terrible whiney noise when Staci stuck a grease-covered
finger up his ass. Subtle was over. Time to drive the point home.
	"Just giving you something to think about when a girl says no,"
Staci said lightly. "This is what happens to men in prison. Rapists
like you get 20 years of it."
	Like greasing his ass, this preamble was sweet revenge for the 
terror Albert used before he did his atrocities to Staci's pre-teen
body. It made up for the fact she wasn't going to fuck him dry.
	He screamed like a girl and cried like a baby as Staci rammed
the dildo up his ass. She gloried in grabbing his hips and forcing
the head past his resistance. It was like breaking through some gloom
from her past into the sunlight.
	He made very real screams of terror and torment as she rammed
the plastic dick in all the way. The crotch of her panties was soaked
with the personal liberation she felt giving it to Albert.
	She fucked him until she was afraid of her own enthusiasm for
hurting him. Then she pulled the bloodstained cock out of his ass and
signaled to Darla to jump away.
	Albert wasn't very active. She carefully unlocked and retrieved 
the cuffs. He laid on his side an moaned.
	"You hurt me. I mean up inside," Albert wailed. "I'm bleeding
intenally."
	"Imagine 20 years of that," Staci said coldly.
	Albert perked up enough pulling on his clothes to threaten them.
	"You'll be the ones in jail," he said. "You can't do this to
people. And I'll be waiting when you get out to give you my personal
thank-you."
	"That's right," Darla changed her story. "I didn't see you rape 
Staci. We walked in on you and some big black guy being fags. You're
just ashamed of that. You're filing false reports."
	Staci was more confident in his shame. She didn't think he was
any more likely to tell anyone what had happened than she had been at
12- or 13- or ever.
	-----	
	"No! I want it hard! It's only right!" Staci yelled at Darla.
	"But it's pretty big," Darla protested.
	"Just as big as when I rammed it up Albert's ass," Staci said.
"Now let me feel what I did. Let me see what Albert went through."
	Darla thought it was some sort of stupid penance. She was wrong.
Staci wanted it to hurt, at least ache a little bit. She wanted to 
know that she had gotten Albert good. She wanted to think about what
Albert was feeling while feeling it herself.
	"Now! Hard!" Staci demanded.
	Darla threw her hips into Staci. Staci gagged as the long purple
dong slammed the back of her vault. Oh yes, Albert must have been
dying.
	"That's it- make me cum you little bitch!" Staci dared Darla.
	Darla guessed there were a lot of things to discover about
Staci. For sure she wanted it. She could tell that much. Darla rocked
into Staci the way she liked best from a man. She'd show her cum.
	Staci had meant to be in a more cliche embrace when he arrived,
but Sam walked in while Darla was trying to make her cum again. She had
hinted so heavily that he wasn't surprised to see them there, although
Darla with a dick wasn't what he expected to see.
	"I've got a real one if you'd like to use that," Sam said.
	"Oh my god! Caught! Can we ever live down the shame?" Staci went
dramatic.
	"I guess we'll have to let him have his way with us and maybe he
won't tell," Darla said on cue.
	Sam didn't have any smart remarks. There were two women to fuck
and he didn't know how it was going to go. He was more interested in
finding out than talking. Oh, the possibilities.
	"She's pretty stretched out right now," Darla offered. "Maybe you
better start with me."
	"Then you'll have to lose the dick," Sam said. "I'm not as open-
minded as Staci."
	Darla looked down and grinned. She was quite a sight with a
big purple dick spouting between her legs. Then again, it was pretty
sexy.
	"Your mouths aren't stretched out are they?" Sam asked as he
settled between them. "Why don't you both get down there and suck
on my cock."
	Staci had a special smile for Sam for no particular reason. He
was so Sam. She loved that about him.
	Staci and Darla was no Passion and Darla, but it wasn't Curly
and Moe, either. And with Staci he got to hear gagging- always a
favorite. He wanted to cum jammed down Staci's throat, but he denied
himself that pleasure and jammed his cock into Darla instead.
	He hadn't fucked her for a whole day and he needed recharging.
Actually, he thought Darla had a crush on him. He was fucking her
because it would make her happy. And he believed Staci was stretched
out of all comfortable proportions. The dildo had looked more
impressive the closer he got. Darla had certainly been giving his
girl a work-out.
	While they fucked, Staci added her pressure to Sam's back. It 
was an area where even Passion could not excel his Staci. Those huge
hooters just didn't have a peer.
	Staci slid down to kiss his ass and push her tits between his 
legs to cradle his balls. Sam ran out of superlatives.
	"Now why don't you girls do some of that stuff you do to amuse
me," Sam asked when he had rolled onto her back, spent the first time.
	"Because we're not a show," Staci rebelled. "What happens now
takes three of us."
	It was mostly Darla and Staci making out on top of Sam, but he
was urged to lend a hand or a mouth here and there. It was quite nice.
It did feel like a three-way instead of a series of two with one
watching.
	He did notice that Staci never put her head between Darla's legs.
Even when Darla ate Staci, Staci was sucking his cock and he was the
one munching Darla's fringe. He decided to test this theory.
	"Now I want you two face to tail while I provide the dressing,"
Sam said.
	It wasn't so much Staci had avoided it- well, yes it was, but it
was fear and not disgust that made her. She didn't know how to lick
pussy. She'd never done it. It sounded easy to do like she'd been done
but it was a lot harder in practice. It wasn't like she was memorizing
tongue movement when someone licked her cunt. 
	Now she had a challenge to face. Once you get past the smell,
you've got it licked. It didn't help that it was Sam's cum in Darla.
It was a fragrant mess that she had to brave to lick Darla's cunt.
	The good news was Darla was busy and not critical of her efforts.
That seemed like a disappointment at first. Not that Darla wasn't
criticizing, but that Darla was busy sucking Sam's cock part of the
time. The dressing he was adding was taking Darla away from Staci's
snatch to suck his cock in turns.
	It got better when Sam started fucking her in the ass with his
finger. Of all the things that happened in her ass, she liked the 
finger fucking her when she came the most. That was like a plus instead
of something to be endured for love.
	Sam found out what the dildo had done when he was hard enough to
fuck again. He could touch the sides, but they were soft- tired. He got
a better idea.
	"It seems I came in on this bitch ruining my girl," Sam said,
pointing to Darla. "I think she needs a dose of her own medicine."
	At least fucking Sam had opened her up a little bit, Darla 
thought as she understood his meaning. And it wasn't that huge. She
had used it for clients. But then she'd been in control of depth and
tempo.
	Sam almost shit when he saw Staci in harness. There was 
something disturbing about how sexy he found her with a big purple
dick pointing at him. He didn't know what that was about.
	Staci tried to be reasonable with the dildo but she reasoned
without taking Sam into account. They hadn't wanted to perform for
him before. He wasn't going to force that on them now.
	Staci had a fine greased asshole and he was reasonably sure that
wasn't going to be stretched out.
	"I knew it. I knew it when I put my ass in the air!" Staci sang
out as Sam pushed his cock up her ass.
	It was nothing like a protest. Sam was ass-fucking the nice way
tonight. She was ready, greased and had something to occupy her mind
as he burgled turds. It was very hot to fuck Darla. It nailed some
fantasy of hers. Staci could imagine feeling in the dildo as she
pumped it into Darla with the impetus of Sam ramming his cock in her
ass. She was caught between two very good things.
	Sam was right. There was nothing loose about her ass. He even
enjoyed Staci enjoying it. Change was good.
	Darla was the only one less than orgasmic. It was an occupational
hazard to some degree, but she still was happy for Sam and Staci, even
if it wasn't quite personal enough to seem more than business- slightly
painful business- to her.
	-----
	"You look like you've had another batchelor party," Baker said 
with spooky accuracy.
	"Well, I did have a work-out," Sam admitted.
	Baker rolled his eyes and looked around the church.
	"You think of anything we've forgotten?" Baker said.
	"Just that you can get out of the loft into the street," Sam
said. "Make sure you've got good guys posted there."
	"I'd be there myself if I didn't have to sit in a church,"
Baker scowled.
	"What would it look like if my best friend in the world wasn't
at my wedding," Sam said. "It would look like a set-up. This has got
to look real."
	"It is a set-up and I don't think his plans would change now,"
Baker said. "What's he going to do, pack up and go home if I'm not in
the second row?"
	"Why not? Whoever it is has been threatening me for a month," 
Sam said. "What's another month to obsessive revenge?"
	-----
	All the same, Sam did one more turn through the church. As he
was coming up a side aisle he heard a footstep. A bomb? Planted the 
night before and then the perp could be miles away. Sam pulled into
the shadows.
	He looked in the direction of the sound. Jaz Hardly stepped into
the sanctuary. She was looking around. Jaz? It didn't feel right. There
were a lot of unanswered questions about her, but she didn't fit the
obsessed killer type.
	He watched for one more minute as she explored. She didn't seem
to be looking for a place to hide a bomb. He stepped out of the cove
concealing him.
	"What is Jaz Hardly doing in a church?" Sam asked.
	He had to give it to her. She was cool as ice. She didn't jump.
She turned and identified him before she answered.
	"I could better ask that of Sam Hill. But then I know he's
getting married- an even stranger thing," Jaz said.
	"Then why is Jaz in this church?" Sam asked.
	"The same as you, flatfoot," Jaz said. "Looking for places to
hide."
	The answer brought up the hackles on Sam's neck. Was this some
backhanded confession? Was one of the answers to an unanswered question
that Sam had knocked up her little sister?
	"You could just kill me now," Sam volunteered.
	Jaz laughed.
	"Have you been reading your secretary's detective stories?" she
asked. "Because if I was the killer, I'd have killed you when you
stepped out of the shadows. Long talks before killing only happen in
stories."
	"You'd have to tell me why," Sam offered.
	"No I wouldn't. You're dead. Who cares what a dead man knows,"
Jaz said with a scary conviction, as if she had given it a lot of
thought, "Mission accomplished for the living is the important part."
	"So, if you're not going to kill me, what are you doing here?"
Sam asked.
	"I told you, checking it out," Jaz said.
	"And what are you going to do when you find the security breach?"
Sam asked.
	Jaz smiled and pointed her finger at Sam.
	"That would be telling," she said.
	"Don't I have a right to know?" Sam asked.
	"Right? You're walking down an aisle to give up all rights except
the right to be hen-pecked and pussy-whipped the rest of your days,"
Jaz laughed. "You won't have any rights. Now is soon enough to get used
to it."
	Sam liked her better when she wanted him to know. She was a 
pretty impenetrable package when she didn't. At least for information.
	"So I guess I better go home and braid the pussy that's going to
whip me," Sam said as an exit line.
	"You are whipped if you're walking out on pussy," Jaz said.
	Sam looked around him. He turned around and looked again.
	"Now you're being difficult," Jaz chided.
	"Church." she said and swept her hands out to demonstrate the
venue. "Church groom-to-be is to be married in. Holy sacred altar.
Sinful, dirty sex."
	Jaz pointed to each in turn and cocked an eyebrow. Sam was half
willing to walk away. Jaz was an experience, but he didn't NEED an
experience right then. She hooked him with a bribe.
	"You never know what I might let slip in the throes of passion,"
Jaz tendered.
	There was something going on and Jaz Hardly being involved made
it very interesting. She ran with big-wigs. Sam had a real itch to know
how she was involved.
	"Come on, ravish me on the altar," Jaz invited like she was
baiting a recalitrant child.
	"No, Jaz," Sam said finally. "I've had a full evening and I know
this is only mis-direction. I like fucking you. I do. But sometime
with a better motive."
	"God, you're hard-headed," Jaz said. "Don't you think for a
moment that I wasn't going to enjoy fucking on the altar. That kind of 
stuff is hot. But you win. You're in charge. And for the rest- you'll
get the hint tomorrow- in plenty of time. Don't worry."
	-----
	The church didn't look so lopsided after all. There were four men
from the Delfo warehouse and Judy, Joe, Mrs. Emery and Anita on Staci's
side along with Aumt Margerie and cousin Albert, who couldn't sit
still.
	The women from Howard and their daughters balanced out the dozen
and a half or so that were on Sam's side. That is, after having a
discusssion everyone heard about knowing the bride, but having fucked
the groom. Things were lighter in the church than behind the scenes.
	Sam was searching for Gumby. At least he was until he saw Staci 
in her dress. Then he was searching Staci when Gumby found him.
	"You wanted to see me Uncle Sam?" Gumby was bright-eyed.
	Sam felt bad that it took logistics for him to make Gumby his 
best man, but he was glad he asked. Gumby never needed to know he got
the job because Baker wanted to be in better position to observe.
	"I just wanted to tell you- well, I wanted to tell you before
but things kept coming up," Sam stalled. "Staci and I aren't really
getting married."
	You could have parked cars in Gumby's eyes at this bit of
information.
	"You mean the whole thing's off?" Gumby was struck.
	"No. I mean the whole thing's a sham to bring a guy out of
hiding," Sam said. "It's all a plot to see if we can coax him to take
a shot at me."
	"You should have told me before," Gumby wailed. "I would have
worn my guns."
	For once, Sam didn't think it was that bad of an idea. He didn't
like the plan now it was in motion. He hadn't given enough thought to
everyone else. The threats were aimed at Sam, but that didn't mean
this guy could hit what he was aiming at. Staci would be beside him-
and Gumby.
	He didn't want them hit, but most of all, if he was hit he 
wanted someone to take care of the other two. Gumby with guns would be
a comforting thought for once.
	Jaz's prediction came true in a further disturbing way. Baker was
at the door squawking like a disturbed goose.
	"What's Macaroni doing here?" Baker demanded to know.
	"Anything he wants if I know Gino," Sam said, and then put his
hand on Baker's shoulder. "We know its not him because Gino doesn't
have to threaten. If he wanted me dead I'd be dead yesterday."
	That made sense but it didn't smooth Baker's feathers. Big
gangsters were not the company Baker liked to keep. Not that he minded
infamous madames. Madame Louise was attending and was waiting for Baker
in the church.
	"Gino liked you, didn't you say that?" Staci asked after Baker
had been soothed.
	"Gino didn't have me killed. That's all I know," Sam said. "I'm 
not saying I know what goes on in his head."
	-----
	Sam wondered if all grooms went to the altar with the same sense
of doom he was feeling. It felt exactly like walking to the wall in
front of a firing squad. He wanted a blindfold. He wasn't brave. He
was trying not to sweat through the collar of the rented tux. His hands
were shaking.
	The only thing he could say for himself was better him than
Staci. Better him than Gumby. He'd take his bullet over them. He wasn't
making himself any calmer.
	He noticed Gino when the congregation stood up for the bride.
Gino and three of his closest friends were in the front row filling out
Staci's side. You couldn't miss them. They were a wall of white dinner
jackets six feet high and 12 feet wide. They looked nice. The jackets
were tailored. Sam couldn't see where they had their guns.
	Gino wouldn't come on a hit, Sam told himself. Maybe he would be
glad for the firepower before the day was over.
	He watched Baker bring Staci up the aisle. She was right. There
was no way to wear body armor in that dress. He'd have to trust Baker
to shield her until he could get his own body in the way.
	Baker peeled off and went to sit with Madame Louise. Somehow the
humor of the cop and the whore being Staci's parents didn't have the
zing at the moment. The preacher began the service.
	"Dearly beloved we are gathered here..."
	"And if any man can show just cause why these two should not be
joined in holy matrimony; let him speak now or forever hold his peace."
	Sam braced for the report. It was the phrase he was dreading. It
was the dramatic moment for the shot to ring out. The preacher went on.
	Sam figured the whole circus was a bust. They had notified 
every one from every case he'd had in years. It was such a great 
opportunity. He couldn't imagine this guy wasn't there.
	-----
	And just as he relaxed, his world was smashed. Staci looked up
in horror. There was blood on her chest. Sam went into a fury. He 
hadn't protected her. One thing he really wanted and he couldn't save
her. He turned in the direction of the balcony... and fell.
	Somehow the sledgehammer blow spinning him around had been lost
in his panic. He didn't know he was hit. He vaguely realized he was on
the floor and Staci was on top of him. Being the shield was his job.
	He looked up at snow-capped mountains. No. It was Gino and his 
men forming a wall around them.
	Back at actual speed, Gumby was screaming: "Did you get him?
Don't let him get away!" in between asking about Sam and bemoaning his
missing guns. Staci was hugging Sam for dear life. Sam felt strangely
alive for a guy that was dying.
	"I love you, kid," he said to Staci just in case.
	-----
	The para-medics had to peel Staci off to get Sam on the
stretcher. Gino and company paraded down the side the shots came from 
as Sam was wheeled out of the church. Sam was unconscious. He didn't 
see the impressive parade.
	It was a wasted, though noble, gesture. The gunman had escaped
from the loft to the street. A very apologetic cop was being checked
for a concussion by that door.
	Gumby was a wraith. He even went after Baker, who let him 
shake him around a bit before grabbing him and holding him still.
	"Where are the police!" Gumby demanded.
	"Look - I wish I could have thrown a cordon of police around the
block and sheriffs around them and the goddamn state cops outside,"
Baker boomed, "But I'm not authorized that much manpower." 
	Then Gumby realized Baker was just as frustrated and angry as he
was. He let go sheepishly and stepped back. He mumbled something
as he looked at his feet.
	-----
	Staci made the whole waiting room flinch as she rushed in 
wearing her wedding gown. They recoiled in horror at the blood-
spattered bride. She looked down and saw the display. It was no 
longer her breasts. It was Sam's blood. Her cleavage and the center
of her gown were soaked. There was so much blood.
	Gumby had gone to the apartment to get his guns. He showed up 
with obvious bulges under each arm. The tux wasn't cut to accomodate
the magnums. 
	"He said he loved me," Staci sobbed on Gumby's shoulder.
	In the midst of the madness, Gino Macaroni seemed right at home.
His presence was no stranger than anything else that had happened and
his status was making sense of the jumble.
	Staci found herself being escorted down a hall. Gino had offered
her his arm like the sweetest gentleman. She wasn't sure where he was
taking her, but she didn't care. She had nothing to care about.
	"We're waiting for pictures," said the sweetest voice Staci had
ever heard.
	Sam was pale, but alive. He looked like a linebacker in half a
white shoulder pad with all the bandages, but he was alive. 
	"Did you get hurt?" Sam asked, seeing the blood.
	"No this is all yours," Staci said.
	"Give it back," Sam said. "I'm feeling dizzy."
	Tears of relief filled her eyes. She was actually glad that Gino
wanted to talk.
	"You got big balls," Gino said.
	"No Gino, I was scared to death. And I was wearing a vest," Sam
said.
	"I was wearing a vest. That make me chicken?" Gino asked.
	There was no rancor in his tone. He delivered it like he'd say:
I think it's going to rain, but Sam cringed. Gino was not a toy. He 
was a stone cold killer.
	"No Gino, of course not," Sam said.
	Gino smiled. Even that universal gesture looked dangerous on
Gino.
	"See what I mean?" he was happy proving his point. "If you think
guys are going to shoot at you and you don't protect yourself- that's
stupid. But you've got to have balls to stand up and wait for it- vest
or no vest. Vests don't cover your head."
	Sam didn't want to think about that. He had taught himself to
ignore that failing over the past few weeks. 
	"Okay, Gino, but I'm no hero," Sam said.
	"I don't give a shit about that," Gino snorted. "I just wanted
to say you was a stand-up guy."
	"Thanks Gino- and thanks for standing up for me at the church,"
Sam said. "I saw you and your guys while I was laying on the floor."
	"Least we could do," Gino said. "Now I think there's a lady
that's got things to say. I'll leave you some privacy."
	Staci waited until the sound of Gino's steps were far down the
hall.
	"You've got a strange friend there," she said.
	"That's how he is with me," Sam said. "Is that like? Does he like
me? I'm always so trembling scared I can't tell."
	"He escorted me down here like a gentleman," Staci said. "And he
got me past the Nazi at the desk. He wanted to see for himself. I
give him a cautious maybe. We know he doesn't want you dead."
	"This is close enough," Sam said and then he remembered.
	"I thought you were hit," he said, eyes filling.
	"Well I wasn't, so save your sympathy for yourself," Staci said
sternly.
	She didn't mind Sam having soft spots. She particularly didn't
mind being one of them, but right then she didn't need both of them in
pieces. She needed a rock to hold onto.
	They were rescued by the doctor.
	"I'm going to give him something that will make him sleep," he 
said. "He's still in shock, but that will wear off and that wound is
going to hurt. You better say goodbye now."
	"Stay alive," Staci said.
	"You too, doll," Sam replied.
	-----
	"Gumby! Take off those guns and go to bed! We need to sleep if
we're going to be any good in the morning," Staci said crossly.
	"I just can't get over this jerk-water police force letting him
get away," Gumby frothed for the 100th time. "Right through their
fingers. I should have had my guns."
	"Gumby, I love you, but Sam didn't even want you involved," Staci
said. "He didn't want you in the line of fire. He didn't want me there.
If he could have figured out some way to marry me without me being
there he would have done it."
	"Isn't that just like Uncle Sam?" Gumby said.
	Staci could hear the sob working up in Gumby's chest. Indignation
could only keep his feeling at bay for so long. Here was another Hill
about to fold.
	"Gumby! Come here!" Staci ordered.
	It was not a command to be haggled. Gumby slumped over to stand
by the bed.
	"In here! Now!" she pointed to the covers beside her.
	He got into the bed and Staci pulled him to her. He let her hold
him through two racking breaths and then pulled away.
	"We can't- not now, not in Uncle Sam's bed," he protested.
	"Can't what?" Staci demanded. "Can't comfort each other? We're
almost family, Howard Hill. That's what family is for. We're there for
each other in times like this."
	-----
	Something in that registered with Gumby. He woke up in a rather
intimate tangle with Staci and felt no guilt. He felt like a fool for
not thinking of her. She had the right to collapse and be taken care
of and he had made her be the strong one. He should have known.
	It took Staci a moment to realize it wasn't Sam beside her. Then
it came back to her. She felt a tiny bit better one day removed. Sam
was alive. That was the only thing that mattered. 
	They heard a timid knock on the door. When Staci answered, she
found a pitiful Darla Dare standing there, all tucked in.
	"I hope you don't mind me coming by," Darla said, "But I wanted
to tell you I took care of some stuff."
	"No, it's all right, Darla, come on in," Staci welcomed her.
	"No, that's okay, I don't want to intrude," Darla said. "I just
wanted to tell you I took care of the reception stuff before you got
worried about it."
	"Oh god! I forgot all about that," Staci said.
	"You had things on your mind," Darla said. "That's why I did it.
I tried to think what I could do. I tried to think about what you 
wouldn't think of."
	That wasn't all Darla had to say, but she wasn't saying anything.
Staci decided they need some privacy.
	"Gumby I've got to see about the food for the reception," Staci
lied. "You stay here and don't go anywhere. I'll come back here and
get you before I go to the hospital."
	She hoped the promise of a hospital visit would make him stay
put. She had another friend to deal with and that was important too.
	"But Staci, the caterers took the food back," Darla said. "I took
care of it."
	"Okay, get in the car, Darla," Staci told her.
	Once they were inside, Staci turned sideway in the driver's seat
and looked at Darla. She was very withdrawn. There was a good way to 
find out why.
	"Okay, Darla, what's the matter?" Staci asked. "You look like
you just got beat or are about to. What is it?"
	"I'm just Darla, okay?" Darla said. "I wanted to tell you what I
did before you got worried. Otherwise I'm just being Darla."
	"Come here, just Darla," Staci beckoned.
	When Darla slid to the middle of the car, Staci grabbed her. 
Darla put up token resistance, but Staci was stronger than she was.
Staci cuddled Darla's head down on her chest and held her.
	"When you're just Darla it makes me want to hold you," Staci
said. "I think Darla needs to be held a lot more than she is."
	It wasn't strictly comforting another broken person. Staci felt
some of her anxiety quiet as they clung to each other. She didn't have 
to be strong for Darla. They were allowed to be vulnerable with each
other.
	Darla relaxed a little and showed she agreed. Staci kissed her on
the forehead.
	"I know it's so much worse for you, but I was scared for Sam
too," Darla admitted. "I mean he's been as nice to me as anybody ever
has and then to see that."
	"Why wasn't I your bridesmaid? Is is because I'm a whore?" Darla
shifted topics without a change in her snuffling.
	"It's because I didn't have bridesmaids," Staci said. "Sam tried
to think of a way to keep me from being there. He didn't want anyone
else in the line of fire. I wasn't allowed to have bridesmaids."
	Darla was crying quietly.
	"See how he is," Darla warbled. "It's my curse. He's nice to me 
and this happens. It's my fault."
	What Darla needed was a good swift kick in the ass to staighten
her out, but Staci felt Darla would give herself one when the gloom
passed. For the moment, Staci decided to distract Darla with one
thing she knew would work.
	She tilted Darla's head up and kissed her. Sex was an easy answer
with Darla. It would take her mind off its wild rants. She could kiss 
back without thinking. It came natually. 
	It wasn't only for Darla's benefit. Staci needed some of the same
kind of love she was handing out. That was one thing you got from 
another woman. They understood how your heart was feeling when they 
held you in their arms. No one had to play an assigned role.
	Staci could give herself to the kiss and know they were sharing 
their fears and hopes and relief totally. Their dark thoughts were 
only bad dreams. They could let go of 'what if' and and find relief
that their nightmares had not come true.
	"Did you do that to shut me up?" Darla asked.
	She was already in a better mood.
	"I did that so you'd know it was going to be okay," Staci said.
"And I like it."
	"So, you just want to kiss or are we going somewhere?" Darla asked.
	-----
	Now they knew who it was. Ted Chester, he of the dead wife and
the first book Staci sold, was sighted fleeing the scene. His motive
was still murky, but it was Chester.
	Sam was interested. His brain was scrambled by the pain-killers
but he had an idea. Jaz Hardly. He didn't know what connection she had
to Gino, but there was obviously one there.
	This time he felt Staci was the woman for the job. Gino was on
his side, at least he wasn't against him. And Jaz was some distance
removed. Given Jaz's proclivities and Staci's new-found interests, he
thought she might have a little girl-girl... talk and find out where
Chester fit in.
	Staci was glad to be doing something.
	When she arrived at Jaz's she wasn't so sure. The place was so
strange. She walked into some kind of screened-in porch the size of a
mall and was confronted by a bizarre collection of hanging paper
panels. They were about 5-foot by 3-foot and acted as soft walls to
define areas in the vastness.
	They were mostly arty, illustrator type designs, but they got
erotic as Staci approached the corner. There were no men involved.
	"I remember you," Jaz said when Staci stepped around a hanging
of a woman clutching another to her breast. "I saw you in Sam's
office."
	And you would have seen me at Sam's wedding, if you'd showed up,
Staci thought. But it was an entry.
	"Sam thought you might know something about all this," Staci said
bluntly.
	"And I thought you came to fuck me," Jaz said.
	Staci was perplexed.
	"The way you looked at my hangings," Jaz strung her along. "I
know that look when I see it."
	Jaz knew nothing of the sort. She had made a bad guess. She
thought Staci, obviously Sam's steady, would freak at the
identification. She had underestimated Staci.
	Staci understood underestimation. Her breasts were a curse and a
natural advantage. She wasn't taken seriously, but she knew how to use
the underestimation. It didn't happen much with women, but Jaz was an
exception.
	"With Sam laid up, that might be a good idea, but let's clear up
this stuff about Ted Chester," Staci suggested.
	"Never heard of him," Jaz said. "He a friend of yours?"
	"I thought he might be a friend of Gino's," Staci said. "Isn't
Gino a friend of yours?"
	"I know Gino," Jaz had stiffened slightly. "But I don't mix in
his business."
	"Neither do I, but he's taken an interest in Sam," Staci said.
	None of this was more than Jaz should already know. Staci was
demonstrating her own grasp of the situation. Jaz would have to be
more co-operative if she wanted fresh information.
	"Gino is interested in everyone in one way or another," Jaz said.
"Maybe this guy is just one of them."
	"What's his interest in you?" Staci asked.
	"Personal," Jaz came back.
	This was less comfortable than Jaz had thought. She got that
Staci wasn't the ditzy errand girl. But that was a long way from 
spilling her guts.
	"Then I do want to fuck you," Staci said. "Gino has his pick,
doesn't he? If he takes a personal interest in you, then I'd like to
try some of that- please?"
	"He doesn't take a personal interest in me. His interest in me
is personal," Jaz said patiently. "And it doesn't have anything to do 
with anything you care about."
	"And I might as well ask Gino about Chester because you're not
allowed to tell," Staci summed up for Jaz. "I will do that when I see
him."
	A laugh died halfway out of Jaz's mouth. She knew Staci was
serious.
	"Go ahead. Gino will think it's cute coming from you," Jaz said.
	-----
	For all her smug rebuffs of Staci's questions, Staci suspected
Jaz was the girl behind the remarkable invitation. The mayor's wife,
Betty Muffins, wanted to meet Staci for drinks at Topo's.
	This happened all the time in real life. Mayor's wives, who
didn't know you, but who had some radical sex with your boss, who you
were pretending to marry, wanted to have drinks. There wasn't anyone
pulling strings there.
	Staci went with basic black. It was her nicest high-class dress.
It showed off too much cleavage, but Staci didn't make the dress. She 
had to wear a muu-muu not to show too much cleavage.
	Staci saw Betty's eye bury themselves in her cleavage. Betty
didn't do too bad in the balcony department herself and Staci saw
jealousy in her eyes. Staci hoped whoever really was to meet her
would arrive soon.
	"That certainly is a remarkable... dress," Betty said.
	"You know how it is," Staci said. "Because I bet you have the
same problem. Designers just don't understand the dynamics of full-
figured girls like us. They have some formula for going up in size that
doesn't take reality into account."
	"You should have them made for you," Betty suggested. "That's the
only way to get it right."
	"Well, they've done a marvelous job for you," Staci said, "But
I'm poor people and have to suffer."
	Staci thought she had scored two direct hits. She'd included 
Betty in the big girl club and yielded to her magnificence and
richness. She didn't know what she'd done wrong.
	"Oh, isn't that nice," Betty said absently.
	Betty's eyebrows were too close together. Staci couldn't think of
a thing she said wrong. The conversation was rescued by a big man
casting Staci in shadow.
	Staci got the impression he was admiring her chest before he
spoke. She turned around to see who this rude character was and looked
into the dark eyes of Gino Macaroni.
	"I thought I saw you here," Gino said, as if it was all an 
accident. "How's my Sam doing?"
	"My Sam is still groggy, but he'll be fine," Staci said. "He 
does wonder why Ted Chester wants to kill him."
	Even Staci's gentle contradiction of claiming Sam made a look of
concern come to Betty's face. She was afraid of Gino. The look turned
to consternation when Gino didn't seem to notice, much less care.
	"Oh that," Gino waved his hand. "He blames Sam for getting tossed
out of that company he worked for. Ethical violations or some such. 
He thinks he's the scape goat and blames Sam."
	"Was he the scape goat?" Staci asked.
	"I don't know from espionage," Gino said. "But ethics? People
say I ain't got no... I mean, don't have no ethics. I'm very ethical
compared to these business guys."
	It made sense in a strange way. Staci could see his point. Other
than the fact he had people killed and punished disloyalty by lopping
off body parts, Gino was a sweetie. She could even grant that he might
have a stricter code and follow it closer than most business men.
	But then, ethical violations had only gotten Chester fired, not
dropped in a sausage grinder.
	Their camaraderie seemed to upset Betty.
	"Well, I have to go do rich people things," Betty said suddenly
with a hint of meow and got up. "Thanks for coming."
	"I don't know what I did to piss her off," Staci said. "I tried 
to kiss her ass from square one."
	Gino laughed. Staci realized she felt more comfortable with the
gangster than with the mayor's wife.
	"She's a strange one," Gino said. "Sometimes you wonder if she
thinks like the rest of us."
	-----
	"Just like that?" Sam marveled. "Chester's ousted and blames me?
Damn! I thought it was important."
	"It's why he's trying to kill you," Staci said. "I think that's
important."
	"Not to Gino," Sam said. "He wouldn't have said it if it meant
anything. And believe me, I'm happy about that. I get real nervous when
Gino takes an interest in me. I think Chester is the hunted man here."
	Sam was down to pain pills. His mind was working much better.
	"I don't get it," Gumby said. "Who is this Gino guy?"
	Gumby was done hounding Baker about sloppy police work. He had 
been sent to watch Sam. Gumby didn't mind. He had decided the cops
were hopeless and weren't listening to him.
	By reflex, Sam looked left and right for eavesdroppers before he
answered.
	"Gino's the big boss," Sam said. "He runs this town. You stay out
of his way."
	"I'm not afraid of some gangster," Gumby retorted.
	"You should be. I am. Gino is serious. He might seem like a nice
enough guy, but he has people killed. He has people killed for any
reason that occurs to him. He's a cold killer. Don't mess with him,"
Sam warned. "In fact, promise me you will hide if you see him coming."
	Gumby was impressed by Sam's seriousness. He had his own theories
about gangsters, but he did his best to put his uncle's mind at ease.
	"So, when do you get out?" Staci asked.
	"They said something about another day or two," Sam said, and
answered Staci's look of concern. "It's a precaution. Something about
infection and a possible... something. That I'll leak inside."
	The wound had been a through and through, but because of the
angle had become a through and through and through and through that
had glanced off a rib and broken it. Sam had four holes in his body
although none were terribly serious.
	Now he'd have war wounds to show off to Gumby's boys.
	-----
	Staci saw the trouble like a storm cloud in the distance. Gumby
was working himself into another state. Sam's assailant needed to be
drug in behind a horse and hung from the highest tree.
	She heard him turn down a provocative invitation from Anita and
knew there was trouble brewing. Gumby was obsessing on the wrong
things. It was time to wait for a break. Banging off the walls wasn't
going to help anyone.
	It had been three days since she had got laid. She wished she'd
taken Darla somewhere rather than just neck in the car.
	"Gumby! Sit down or I'm going to spank you!" Staci ordered.
	Gumby was pacing again. He was trying to half-bake some idea
that would get him in trouble. He looked up and was surprised by the
intensity of Staci's glare.
	"Don't you want a spanking?" Staci's tone had changed when Gumby
obediently sat.
	"Aunt Staci, you're making me nervous," Gumby pleaded.
	"I'm not your aunt. Even the fake wedding was interrupted,"
Staci reminded him. "I'm a highly sexed woman whose normal relief is
in the hospital. You owe it to your uncle to fill in for him."
	That was enough to take his mind off his silly schemes. There
were a lot of angles in what Staci said. But Gumby had promised himself
to leave Staci alone.
	"Do you want to disappoint the poor man?" Staci asked. "He's 
lying helpless in a hospital bed and you're not going to help him?"
	"Now you're being silly," Gumby said. "Uncle Sam isn't dying or
anything. He's just there for observation."
	"So who's observing me? You think he wants me distraught when he
comes home?" Staci badgered the boy.
	"We can't do stuff like that. It isn't right," Gumby said. "We're
like family. It can't be good for us."
	"Maybe it was best when you were banging Anita and her friends
and I had Sam, but that's changed," Staci said. "Just because you fuck
me once doesn't mean it's going to tear Sam and I apart. You fucked me
twice before. That didn't do it, did it?"
	"But you don't know how hard that is on me," Gumby said.
	"Yes, maybe I do, but I'm not sure that isn't your own fault,"
Staci said. "It's not like you said anything to anyone, is it?"
	"I can't. You know I can't. I can't just jump on you when I feel
like it. I'm a dog. I'd be after you all the time," Gumby said.
	"Then let's make an experiemnt," Staci said. "We'll test your
theory. Jump me. Jump me whenever you want. See how it works out."
	Gumby felt himself being walked in circles. Whichever way he
jumped, Staci brought him back around to sex- sex with her.
	Staci was twisting him in circles, but with other purposes than
to get him into bed. She wanted his mind off revenge. She wanted him in
bed, but she knew he was lying to himself about his reluctance. She
thought she might be able to get Gumby to grow other places than just
in his shorts.
	"Gumby. I'm about to tie you to the bed and make you my sex
slave," Staci warned, "You're alone in this apartment with me now and
no help is going to come. So what's it going to be?"
	-----
	Sam was alerted by giggling. It was just the kind of giggle that
told Sam the whole story in one muffled lapse. Children were being
naughty.
	He had just had a tiring session being comforted by the wives of 
Howard and was dozing off. He had been glad when the nurse told them
visiting hours were over and shooed them out.
	Donna's horse-laugh and Naomi's twitter had begun to grate as
they told him how brave he was and how excited they had been to be
witnesses to his shooting.
	Now he lay with his eyes closed listening for the children.
He turned and looked at them the instant Nikki touched the sheet.
	"See, he's awake," Nikki told her friend. "Hello, Mr. Hill."
	"Visiting hours are over. Your mothers just left," Sam told them.
	"They aren't for people who sneak up the back way," Nikki said
brightly, "And we aren't visitors. We've got therapy for you."
	Sam saw where this was headed. He was pretty sure headed was a
precise term. He thought about it for a second and then shook his head.
	"You're kids. You shouldn't be in here like this," he said.
	"How about like this?" the other asked as her hand shot under
the cover, up Sam's gown and grabbed his gonads.
	"Ohimgod, JoLynne! You're grabbing his thing!" Nikki admired.
	"Yes, JoLynne, now let go of it," Sam said.
	He backed off a bit on stern because the teen had a good grasp
on the whole package. He wasn't in the mood to have his balls crushed
by a tempermental teen reacting rashly to rejection.
	"No sir," JoLynne declined, "We're here to ease your tension 
because we figure you ain't had none in a couple of days."
	"And that's like years to a normal man," Nikki added.
	"But you're kids. Guys like me go to jail for this," Sam tried
to reason with them.
	"But we're only going to suck it," Nikki said. "We can't get
knocked up from that. How are they going to know?"
	"Someone might come in," Sam said in frustration.
	"Oh- right," Nikki said and went over to close the door.
	JoLynne was moving her hand. It had been days. His cock didn't
know she was 16. Sam couldn't move his arm without opening stitches.
	Now he was making excuses. His cock was hard. It wasn't like HE
was doing anything...
	-----
	Gumby had revised his opinion. The way Staci had clamped him
between her thighs and thrown him off to roll on top of him made him
think that she might have been able to wrestle him into restraints.
	Not that he felt much less helpless in the face of her lust,
but it was better- safer- not to be tied to the bed. She did seem to
need a fuck. And lastly, it was probably best that he was wary of her
at first or he would never have lasted this long.
	"Not yet- not yet! I'll let you on top," Staci gasped out as she
saw the signs.
	Nothing short of leaving the room slowed Gumby down. He was an
equal opportunity premature ejaculator. Which was unkind because he
was several times better now than their first time.
	Still Staci rolled off and lay with her legs in the air waiting
for Gumby's weight back in the saddle.
	"Now hard, Gumby, Hard!" she ordered as Gumby slid back into her.
	Giving him credit for staying hard and pumping after he had
cum lifted it above the level of sucked. Staci couldn't give it any
more.
	"Now you're going to jump me again," Staci said before Gumby 
stopped gasping.
	"I can't, I just can't," Gumby said.
	"When you can," Staci said impatiently. "I want to see how long
it takes the fascination to wear off."
	-----
	Nikki leaned in from the side and slid her lips an incredible
distance down Sam's cock. She wasn't straining the limits of her mouth
and she was two-thirds down his cock.
	After the very invigorating, but short thrust into JoLynne's face
between his legs, it felt like bottoming out. He was sure it wasn't the
first cock they'd ever sucked. From the way they cooperated, he wasn't
sure it was the first cock they'd sucked together.
	And if they'd done it and it meant so much for them to do it to
him- Sam was still making excuses for allowing it to happen. He had to
get over that. It was old news.
	"Whose mouth do you want to cum in?" Nikki asked him.
	His cock was back in JoLynne's face and she was bobbing rapidly
up and down on the top half.
	"I don't care. What difference does it make?" Sam was puzzled
they they thought conversation was part of a blow-job.
	"Because we've got a surprise for you and we've got to arrange
ourselves," Nikki confided.
	"Whatever's easiest," Sam said.
	They had been very careful and had given Sam the opportunity to
lie quiet as they sucked his cock, but Sam couldn't help it. They were
good at it and it had been a long time. He was aching a bit from the
involuntary helping he was doing.
	"You, I want you!" Sam grunted out as Nikki swooped in again.
	He couldn't get over how far he fucked into her face without
hitting anything. And someone had ringed the base of his cock and was
jerking in short little jerks as Nikki took his cock in long 
swallows. He was going to erupt.
	"Here it comes," JoLynne warned with startling accuracy.
	She spoke just as Sam felt the tickle that meant he was past the
point of no return. Then a tongue jabbed at and then slathered his 
balls when he did erupt. That was special.
	-----
	Gumby was having strange feelings. He'd never thought about
Staci. Well, he had thought about her tits. But that was the whole 
problem. She was: 'his uncle's girl', 'those huge tits', 'Plutonium',
'off limits'.
	Maybe, for a while, when they were holding each other after Sam
had been shot, he might have felt Staci. The rest was his invention
of what he thought she was or reaction to what she said she was.
	He was realizing that she was a complex and interesting person.
Finally he was seeing her in a new light. At least the top of her head.
And the feel of her mouth.
	He was more relaxed as Staci fought to bring a flicker to life.
If she couldn't fuck it out of him, at least she'd be getting laid.
The Hill men thought better with empty prostates. It was her best shot.
	"Staci, Staci, let me kiss you," Gumby asked.
	Staci looked up dumbly when he jostled her shoulder. What the
hell, she thought.
	It was different. Gumby seemed to notice her reactions. She felt
less like a love doll. She hoped she knew why.
	His hand was in the small of her back asking her if she would
please roll on her back. She complied. Only Gumby's upper body
followed. He loomed over her, actually making love to her rather than
being carried along as a victim of his lust.
	She nearly died when he planted a gentle kiss on her nipple and
drew it into his mouth.
	"No, Gumby, I....iiiii" Staci protested and then couldn't.
	Nipples were off limits. Rub against, pinch: yes, but kiss and
suck: no. They were too sensitive. She didn't like the feeling. It 
made her lose control- really lose control in a frightening sense and
not the play version she acted out with Sam.
	"Yes, Staci, we," Gumby said softly as he stuck his mouth to her
chest and kissed down her cleavage. His youthful stubble gave a very
useful stimulation to her breasts as his cheeks rubbed her breasts on
both sides in the descent.
	She had silly rules, Staci was thinking as Gumby adored her
chest. She was wet to her core from his sucking her nipple. Yes,
dark phantoms still haunted the gentle touch, but she wasn't afraid
anymore. Gumby was medicine. He protected her while his mouth stirred
her deepest lusts and most horrid memories.
	His mouth fastened to her other nipple and sucked gently.
	"Bite it," Staci urged.
	It was the best of both worlds. She was helplessly needful and
a bit of rough treatment would rouse her from her helplessness. And
Gumby was perfect. He didn't have the equipment to take advantage of
her. He was too innocent to scare her.
	They both had shattering revelations as Gumby finally saw Staci
for herself and not some adjective of his uncle and Staci let him 
touch an old wound to find it was healing. It led to shattering
climaxes when Gumby got between her legs and fucked her.
	In any other context it would have been terminally boring for
Staci. Gumby just lay on top and fucked her. But she was throughly 
aroused and wonderfully excited that the unbearable had become not
only bearable, but all right.
	Gumby realized how much he could love Staci and not have a
problem. He had instantly rejected her first explanations of her
relationship with Sam because it was not helpful in resisting her.
He knew who she was and she wasn't going to tell him different.
	As he moved his cock in Staci and Staci responded, his first
look at her as Staci and not his assigned role carried over. His
uncle was right. She was way too much woman for him. She was smart and
complex and far too sexy for this world.
	She was the goddess he could worship. And lust after- she gave 
him that option, but Gumby knew he could now relax. He knew her.
Arousing as she was, she was not the pit of seduction. Men got hard-ons
because she was hot. She wasn't a siren singing them onto the rocks of
her illicit sex.
	That was his problem. Gumby knew that now. And somehow he knew
he was solving it by feeling her respond to his cock driving inside her.
He only hoped he could retain the revelation through the oblivion
of his rapidly approaching orgasm.
	"Well..." Staci said.
	"Yeah..." Gumby replied as they lay where they had fallen after
the catyclysm, with Gumby still covering her with his body.
	-----
	"I see my nephew has been taking care of my girl," Sam said 
when they came to visit.
	Gumby blushed because he couldn't help it, but he didn't feel
awkward. He was being kidded. It wasn't that bad.
	"And he's doing such a good job that you better get home soon 
or you might be replaced," Staci countered.
	"They're thinking tomorrow," Sam said. "Everything is pretty
good..."
	He saw Staci's eyebrows go up at the 'pretty'.
	"There's some drainage," he said. "It's probably nothing. They
want to make sure. More tests."
	Staci didn't like the explanation. Sam changed the subject.
	"Any word on the search?" Sam asked. "They picked up Chester's
trail... or found his dead body in a trash can?"
	Staci at least understood this leap. Gino and bodies in dumpsters
went together. They hadn't established any link, but that was probably
why they were still breathing. Just Gino in the picture made it a
possibility.
	"Nothing yet, Uncle Sam," Gumby reported. "I wanted to go out and
poke around but Staci wouldn't let me."
	"Good for Staci," Sam said. "This is one you solve in a chair.
Gather pieces and put them together on the kitchen table. This is all
over. You can't cover enough ground on the street."
	Sam was lying for Gumby's own good. He'd be interviewing friends
and associates himself, but he didn't want Gumby pissing off the wrong
people. Finding out why Gino wanted Chester was dangerous. Gumby was
just good enough to get into trouble and not smart enough to see it 
coming.
	-----
	Sam's lie bore fruit. Staci knew he was lying and started 
thinking about associates. She went back to the office to look for her
notes.
	She returned to the office with the notes when she peeked in 
the door of the apartment and saw Gumby between two women. Last night
worked wonders, she thought to herself. Gumby's back on track.
	Looking over the case, it was obvious. This Rose Hernandez-y-
Lopez was a cobra in adder's colors. Even Sam knew she was working him
from the start. She was useful, smart and capable of planning on her 
own. She was the perfect accomplice.
	She was also the perfect employee. It took three phone calls from
a really ditzy blonde to find out that Rose was now special assistant
to Jerald Vernon II. She had jumped a sinking ship and landed on the
deck of the winner. Staci knew she was smart.
	His wife was dead. Jerry Klein was unlikely. Staci went over the
cast of characters looking for someone that might have loyalty to 
Chester.
	She felt she was being watched. She looked up with a prickling
at her neck and then jumped. Jaz Hardly was standing at her desk 
looking down at her.
	"If my people worked when I wasn't standing over them, I'd be
rich," she said.
	"You're not hurting," Staci said, remembering the vast sun room
at Jaz's exclusive address.
	"You said you wanted to fuck me," Jaz said to Staci's unasked
question.
	"Well, my bed is occupied," Staci said and then added, "But
there's a cot in the back- as you well know."
	"I thought Sam was in the hospital," Jaz said.
	Staci didn't answer. This was cute, but she knew lust hadn't
brought Jaz to the office. If it was lust, she'd be willing to fuck
some answers out of Jaz, but she knew that it wasn't likely- either the
lust or the answers from Jaz.
	"Okay," Jaz dropped the phoney smile, "I was thinking about your
situation. And I want to help."
	"You get Gino's permission?" Staci asked.
	"I deserve that, but you've got the wrong idea," Jaz said. "I've
only wanted to help from the start."
	Staci looked unconvinced.
	"Look, I checked out the church because I was involved and
invited and it was for Sam's- and your- safety," Jaz said. "I'm
not in this."
	"You said you were involved," Staci pounced.
	"In the wedding- not Gino's business," Jaz said.
	"So how can you help?" Staci asked.
	She was going to get what Jaz gave her in any case. She had
already learned that. In a way, she respected that. Jaz was a lot like
her.
	"Chester's buried somewere (oh my!), gone to ground," Jaz said.
"Now he knows Gino's closing in and he's just the type to make a 
last futile gesture like attacking Sam again."
	"How well do you know Chester?" Staci asked.
	"How well do you know Gino?" Jaz countered. "You don't have to
be in bed with a guy to figure him out."
	Staci believed the sincerity. Jaz didn't have to come. She wasn't
offering a break in the case, but Staci believed her intent.
	"You don't know where he is, but you have a theory," Staci
guessed.
	"Just that Chester is a minimalist," Jaz said. "He's a conniver
and a manipulator, but always with the least motion possible. I think
it has to do with his chosen trade."
	"So the whole espionage thing was an understood but deniable part
of Vernon & Chester," Staci guessed, the case fresh from her perusal of
her notes.
	Jaz was as anxious to be definite as Gino had been.
	"Chester is a hunted man," Jaz went back to her own subject.
"He's got to be feeling it. But he's not in a cheap motel or hiding in
an alley. He's in his element because he knows it."
	"And hiding behind a front," Staci finished for her. "Like a
secretary that adores him."
	Jaz stopped and thought. Staci picked that out of the air. The
only one not dead and still around with even the minimum tie to Chester
was the secretary, Miss Greene. There was no link, but that was the 
only name Staci had.
	"What do you need me for?" Jaz asked. "I forgot you worked for
the detective. Miss... color. That would fit."
	"What about that cot in the back?" Staci asked.
	Jaz gave her a puzzled look.
	"What I need you for," Staci said.
	Staci meant it. Staci didn't mean right then. But Jaz was all
right. She'd won Staci over on the sincerity. Jaz was tough and trendy
and certainly overmatched Staci in diverse lust. Staci felt curious.
	Jaz looked at Staci carefully.
	"You're serious." she concluded. "And I thought you were talking
tough before. Well, Sam turned me down, so you're getting me on the
rebound..."
	"Maybe there'll be a better time," Staci defused the ticking 
bomb, "But I'm not talking tough. I think it would be... eye-opening."
	It was a better word than: fun. Scary was better, but that wasn't
right either. Anyway, Staci had to process the off-hand remark that Sam
had turned down sex.
	"For both of us," Jaz looked down in an obvious appraisal of
Staci's breasts. "But I'm thinking we need more room than a cot."
	Staci's curiosity was definitely piqued, but Jaz's gaze brought
something else to mind. She knew Jaz knew Betty Muffins.
	"I just had another thought," Staci said. "Not saying you know
anything about Betty Muffins inviting me for drinks, but what is up
with her? I was Miss Sweet and Nice and she hated me."
	Jaz appraised Staci again. This time she was looking in her eyes
for ulterior motives.
	"Betty likes girls. She doesn't admit she likes girls. She denies
she likes girls, even to herself, but I bet you made her horny," Jaz
said. "Betty's a complicated package without brains to understand
herself."
	Staci snorted and Jaz smiled. Something potential budded.
	-----
	"Why didn't you fuck Jaz Hardly at the church?" Staci was on the
phone to Sam.
	"What? Speak up- the nurse is giving me a blow-job," Sam said.
	"I'm changing bandages," came a voice along with a yelp from Sam.
	She sounded 70 and offended.
	"Why didn't you fuck Jaz at the church?" Staci asked again.
	"Too spooky," Sam sensed Staci was onto something. "Why?"
	"She was here and told me," Staci said.
	"What did she want?" Sam was instantly interested. "She following
up for our big friend?"
	"I'll get to it," Staci said. "Stay on the subject. The church 
was spooky or Jaz?"
	"At first I thought she was the perp and then it was too weird,"
Sam said. "She was only trying to distract me from wondering what she
was doing there."
	"That was our big friend," Staci confirmed. "She said she did it 
because she had our interests at heart. But I think she came on her
own today."
	"You two have a good time?" Sam couldn't resist.
	"No, Sam, but some day..." Staci replied. "I like her. But it
would have been the same as with you. She was trapped and willing to
fuck herself out of trouble. She came to help and I think we worked
up a lead."
	"What?" Sam asked.
	"You remember Miss Greene?" Staci asked. "You think she was sweet
on Chester?"
	"No, but I'll think it over," Sam said. "How's she figure?"
	"The only name I've got," Staci said. "Maybe nothing, but maybe
the one helping Chester hide."
	"Where's Gumby?" Sam asked.
	"Back in the saddle with Anita and friend," Staci said. "He's
safe and presumably happy."
	"Lost out to younger competition again," Sam laughed, "Well,
don't worry. I'll be home tomorrow to dry your tears. They just said."
	It was better news than a suspicion about Miss Greene. Staci knew
Sam was all right, but she wouldn't feel like the danger was over until
she could hold him in her arms all night. She was soft in the head over
the big lug.
	-----
	Gumby was making a short-arm inspection in the bathroom when she
got back. He hadn't bothered to close the door all the way.
	"I've got the jig-saw puzzle for us to put together," Staci sang
out as warning.
	Gumby remained unaware of her view and unhurridly put his cock
away and pulled up his pants. Staci hoped he'd get to the point when 
he could do that with the door open some day- for his own good.
	The clues had no bearing on Miss Greene, but Staci was willing
to find another lead in the jumble of facts they had. Miss Greene 
might present too much temptation for Gumby to strap on guns and run
out into the arms of trouble.
	They nearly missed the best clue while they worked. Both Staci 
and Gumby perked up when they heard: "wounded investigator Sam Hill".
Neither of them remembered turning on the t.v., but it had obviously
droned on behind them for some time. 
	Now the news was on and it was something about Chester. Ted
Chester, disgraced business mogul, according to the news reader.
Staci changed the channel. A fire. She changed again.
	Chester had been sighted at the Radford, a hotel/spa in the
Bradenton district. Police were looking for leads. A gruff Baker 
scowled at the camera and read off a statement about Chester being
armed and dangerous and call authorities and not to approach him.	
	It was funny to see Baker so uncomfortable. Staci laughed and
Gumby scowled at her.
	"He's gone. He's in the woodwork again. The trail is ice,"
Staci excused herself. "It's on the news. You think he's going to say:
'They're looking for me? Well, I better turn my self in.'? That's the
only hope this will help catch him."
	"What's funny about that?" Gumby was still scowling.
	"Not that. Baker. He was so... Oh forget it," Staci said. "Do
you really think I think this is a joke?"
	Gumby got real humble at that. He wasn't the only one that cared.
Staci was the one with Sam's blood spattered on her chest. She was the
hysterical pile thrown over his body when it happened.
	-----
	Sam missed their call. He saw the first newscast and was hating
the maitre-d that was bribed for a few bills to ignore the fugitive 
when he had a visitor.
	It was Lillian Clump, studiously avoiding visiting hours for 
a private visit.
	"You know I've been shot?" Sam asked her.
	"I know. I saw it. It was awful," Lillian commiserated. "And I 
only want to make you feel better."
	She only wanted more of his cock. Sam was actually offended by
the lack of concern for him his recent visitors were showing. It was
all about what they wanted.
	But laying in a hospital bed was boring. And Lillian had been
fun. He remained a bit piqued and decided to take it out on Lillian.
	"We can't have them walk in on us." he protested.
	"Then I know the very place," Lillian made his pique backfire.
"I saw it coming down the hall."
	Sam figured she was hidden in the closet waiting for the halls
to clear. She dragged him inside and shut the door.
	"Now I want to suck your cock," Lillian said.
	Sam couldn't dispute that. She not only wanted to, she did. She
dropped hard to her knees and held up his gown as she swallowed his
cock whole. Her practice on him a few months before had been enough
to shake the rust.
	She was every bit as good as the girls, particularly while his
cock was limp enough to all fit in her mouth. He didn't find out if she
had improved the finish.
	"Now, if you please, I want to feel this going into me from
behind again," Lillian said when his cock was hard.
	She sounded ever so polite, but she wasn't really asking. She 
was bent over, pulling her skirt up over her naked ass and posing for
him. If he wanted some, he'd do what she wanted.
	Sam wanted some. Yes, she was taking advantage, but that worked
because Sam couldn't resist. In a perfect world women would care about
his feelings, but Sam sensed he wouldn't get so much pussy. Then how
could that be a perfect world?
	Sam pressed up against Lillian's nearly perfect ass and forgot
the philosophy. She was prime. And he hadn't got laid all day. His
only sexual thrill had been when the nurse tugged the bandage too
tight when he embarrasssed her.
	"You can keep on using me until you use me up" played in Sam's
head as Lillian began to move on his cock. At least she wasn't making
the invalid do the work.
	Sam couldn't help joining in at the end. He wasn't angry any
more. He did feel better for the exercise. When he got back to the
room he had missed Staci's call.
	-----
	The homecoming was a joyous event. Sam still had his arm in a
sling and wasn't at full strength, but he had been examined, tested
and tested again. He had four holes to heal, but there would be no
lingering problems, only four trophies of his wedding.
	"A lot of guys get hurt worse than this for getting married,"
Sam joked. "I got off lucky."
	"Most of that pain comes later, Sam Hill," Staci feigned temper.
"Don't count your chickens."
	"If you two want to 'work closely', I can leave," Gumby offered
less than half joking.
	"That's right," Sam said, in a particularly good mood at being
home, "And if you need this bed for your herd of fillies, I can always
convelesce at the office."
	"Did you see me again, Aunt, I mean, Staci?" Gumby's ears were
red.
	"No, of course not," Staci lied. "Your uncle is psychic. That's
how he solves his cases."
	Sam was more tired than he admitted, although he didn't need to
tell Staci. She saw it in his eyes.
	"We need to talk about the case," she said to Gumby, "While Sam
has a nap."
	"Don't I have a part in this case?" Sam asked.
	"I already interviewed you," Staci said shortly, "Your part is
the one-armed man fleeing the scene and we haven't killed the doctor's
wife yet. You rest up for that and we'll call you when it's time."
	Staci was damn good to him. She always had been but it showed
more when he was vulnerable. Except that once. Sam tried to squash
that memory. He was still thinking of something else when he fell
asleep.
	"But what can we do? Uncle Sam said it was stupid to run around
looking for this guy. And you said the trail is ice," Gumby asked.
	Staci pulled Miss Greene out of her bag. Miss Mary Greene was
way too common a name to knock on every door and Staci doubted she
had Chester at her apartment.
	But she had worked at Vernon & Chester, now Vernon & Son. She
might still work there. Someone might know where she went if she
didn't.
	Didn't was the best answer and their luck held. A call for Mary
Greene was informed that she had left the company. Now Gumby got a 
part. Even Sam approved.
	"You haven't seen her in ages," Sam prompted. "You've been in..
Saudi Arabia teaching kids English, but you're back now. And you were
passing through and this was the last place you knew she worked.
Someone should take pity on a poor cousin."
	Gumby was going to be vague on where he'd been. It wasn't about
his history anyway, he was going to sell it with the least information
he could.
	"And talk to co-workers- like other secretaries," Sam added.
"They probably have the inside and are more likely to talk."
	Gumby did this for a living too. But he couldn't be mad at his
hero. He nodded, glad enough that he was getting to do something for
a change.
	------
	"No one knows where, but one girl thought she saw Greene working
at a card shop on 10th," Gumby reported.
	"Right neighborhood," Sam said.
	"Follow her home and peg him," Gumby said. "Piece of cake."
	"No, no, no," Sam protested. "Not that easy."
	Gumby looked sour. He'd cracked it. What thanks did he get? No,
no, no. He was almost mad at his hero.
	"She's a smart cookie," Sam said. "I've been remembering. Her
timing was suspicious, but her performance was flawless. If I didn't
have my uncannily accurate self-appraisal, I would have been totally
fooled."
	"What?" Staci asked.
	"If I thought I was irresistable to women, I'd have fallen for
it," Sam explained. "I'm just smarter than to think that many women
really get hot for me."
	"But you did fall for it," Staci reminded him.
	"I fucked her, but I was suspicious," Sam defended himself. "And
you know darn well that you have to go along or they realize you know
their game."
	"I know the excuse," Staci yawned dramatically, "Don't tell me 
you don't enjoy it."
	"What's the point of not?" Sam asked. "But I remember she was so 
good I wondered if she just wasn't kinky for detectives."
	"What does her ability to fuck have to do with following her?"
Gumby injected himself back into the conversation.
	Ooooo. Gumby was mad. Sam thought it was cute. Staci was proud of
him.
	"You'd never know when you were made," Sam said. "She'd tra-la-la
home and they both would be out the back door and gone while you were
coming in the front. And they wouldn't make that mistake again."
	Okay. That was an answer. But they had to do something.
	"So what? What do we do?" Gumby asked.
	"Plan better," Sam said.
	"Binoculars," Staci suggested.
	"Good. Which building doesn't have a Chester fan in it?" Sam
asked.
	"He's gone to ground," Staci said. "Chased into a corner. He
might not be covered."
	Sam rolled his eyes.
	"How long has he evaded Gino? Okay, we don't know, but at least
the past few days," Sam said. "Is that a guy that doesn't have his 
last corner the best protected?"
	It was different with the smart ones. Dumb criminals were easy,
even cops caught them. Cops caught the smart ones by accident. And Gino
was smarter than the cops. Or else he'd be in jail.
	-----
	Every time Gino was mentioned, Jaz showed up. It was spooky.
	"Came to see that the wounded dick got home all right," Jaz
said.
	"Why don't we tell Gino and let him handle it," Staci said to
see Jaz's reaction.
	Sam was watching too, but trying to hide his interest.
	"Look, I'm not your pipeline," Jaz protested. "I might mention
that Sam's home if I see Gino around, but that's just being friendly.
It's good to be friendly to Gino."
	"How good would it be to tell him where Chester's hiding?"
Staci asked.
	The sincerity had worn off. Jaz might like Sam but she was 
connected to Gino. Connected like dead if she crossed him. Of course
that went for pretty much everybody, but Jaz obviously was somewhere
in his web.
	"I'm not in this!" she protested. "I told you I did a favor. It
was a favor that was good for you and Gino appreciates favors in very
rewarding ways."
	"I believe her," Sam said. "Jaz is too smart to get sucked in.
And Chester is on the other side of Gino's empire. She doesn't want
to mess with it."
	"See," Jaz pointed at Sam, "He gets it. Gino's not so bad if you
keep him happy, but it's best for him not to notice you at all."
	"So you're just on Sam patrol?" Staci wasn't ready to let her 
off so easy.
	She was in this. It wasn't her fault, but Staci felt she had an
obligation to help. Everyone had an obligation to keep her man safe.
	"And I thought you loved me," Jaz turned a caustic eye on Staci.
	"That's sex," Staci didn't back down. "This is Sam. You're
sillier than I thought if you think sex means love."
	Jaz turned her respect for Staci up another level. This broad
was a mother bear. She wasn't going to be stopped by insults.
	"Let's keep the unresolved passion out of this," Sam interupted.
"The point is, I'm fine. You mention that to Gino and we'll keep you
out of the rest."
	-----
	It was quieter after Jaz left. Gumby still was working out the 
exchange between the women. Then Sam spoke.
	"Jaz is in this deeper than she wants. She's scared to death. 
She's not as tough as you, Staci," Sam said. "I'll bet her start as
as designer is mixed up with Gino. For one, we don't need to further
complicate her life. For two, let Gino get in this in his own way."
	Staci didn't know how she could be so stupid. Having Sam back
was a blessing. She had her own genius, but Sam saw the angles. She
felt like Gumby- ready to rush in with guns blazing.
	"The gangster's behind this?" Gumby spouted. "Then we've got to
bring him down!"
	"No, Gumby, what your all-wise and all-knowing uncle is saying,"
and she made a bow to Sam, "Is that Gino knows all too. He's going
to be there whether we want him or not and we're not going to crawl
in bed with him. We keep our distance and let Gino be Gino. Otherwise
we're just like Jaz."
	"Is that the lady that just left?" Gumby asked. "What kind of
name is Jaz?"
	"Made up," Sam said.
	They decided the Miss Greene lead might be their own. There was 
no obvious connection between the two other than Sam's knowledge that
she would fuck on Chester's command.
	It was a slender lead, but anything else would be common, read
Gino, knowledge. It was also a thin line between armed camps they were
walking. Unfortunately, Jaz was probably right that Chester was likely
to appease his Sam Hill obsession as a way of going out in glory.
	They could always barricade themselves in the apartment and wait
until Gino found Chester, but that was the coward's way out. Anyway,
he had threatened Sam and Staci and anyone Sam cared about. You
couldn't let them get away with that. 
	-----
	It was the best they could come up with. They could use a third,
but Sam was too shaky and too recognizable. He had to argue to drive 
the car.
	Gumby and Staci would work the tail. They would pick Miss Greene
up a block from work. They would work the other side of the street
and switch as often as they could. There were coats and hats in the
car to change a little bit between legs.
	It might flush him out. It might drive him farther underground.
It might catch him. It was doing something. Gumby most of all, but all
three of them, felt better doing something.
	Sam was in charge of the side streets, the alleys, so he 
could ferry them to their next point. It was all so precise.
	And in the all time great miracle of all wonders, it was working.
Gumby even had the chance to stay in an alley for a block coming and
one going so there was no one visible at all. Even Sam had his hopes 
up.
	Miss Greene walked up the entry stairs to an unattractive stucco-
face building while it was Staci's turn. Staci took the side entrance.
	Then it sped up.
	-----
	Sam was glad they took Gumby's rental. There was room for six,
but he still brushed the shoulder of the goon beside him. Gumby looked
no happier crammed in the back seat with the two others.
	"Now don't get funny," the goon in the front said as Sam moved 
to relieve stiffness in his shoulder. "We're not supposed to hurt you
so don't get funny."
	"He's been shot. Can't you see that, you big gorilla!" Gumby
exploded in the back seat.
	Gumby was restrained by a ham hand on his chest.
	"I like this kid," said the second goon, holding up Gumby's
magnums, "Look."
	Gumby had been relieved of his guns when he turned down an alley
to meet Sam. It was humbling. He was simply sandwiched between two
immovable blocks of flesh with his arms pinned at his sides and they
each reached in and took one.
	Sam already had company in the car.
	"Where's the broad?" one of them asked.
	"Shut up," said the guy in the front, obviously the leader.
	There was an explosion of sirens. Cops sped past them. Cops
crossed in front of them.
	"Just keep cool now, no funny stuff," the man in the front
warned.
	"Look buddy, I know better than to confuse you, because if I
confuse you, then you'll rip my head off," Sam said. "Then Gino will
cap you and your wife and your uncle and god knows who else and I'll
feel guilty about your orphans. I get it. I'm good. I'll play nice.
Gino has never been anything but good to me."
	Sam was wrong. He didn't rip Sam's head off. He was plenty 
confused, but he held back. He laughed.
	"You're funny. I like you," he said.
	In Gino logic, they had been sent to keep him safe. Sam
appreciated the gesture, but he was dying. Where was the broad? What
was happening. He was ironically grateful that the goon beside him 
was so massive. Otherwise he might be tempted to act like Gumby.
	"Stop here. I gotta use the phone," the guy said at a corner.
	He nodded a lot. The guy behind him had leaned forward and
was breathing down Sam's neck. He had garlic for lunch.
	"Gino says he likes you. He says you've got balls, no matter what
you think," the man reported. "Now you go home."
	Sam could talk this guy into letting him circle the block. Maybe
he could tell what was going on. He wanted to see what the sirens were
about.
	"You turn right here," he said. 
	Sam turned right.
	-----
	Gumby was a great kid. He was a wonderful nephew. Sam appreciated
his hero worship.
	It was the only thing keeping him from tears when he saw Staci
sitting on the bed talking to Baker.
	"Where have you been?" he barely managed to get out without 
choking.
	"What do you care?" Staci said, her eyes showing the same relief
as Sam felt.
	"I'll tell you, but Baker has to cover his ears," Sam said.
	"Okay, okay, I already know Gino Macaroni's little footprints
are all over this. Go ahead, spill," Baker said.
	"We were the victim of a friendly hi-jack," Sam said, and 
explained about the goons.
	"So that designer lady wasn't woofing about Chester getting
iced," Baker had a revelation. "What about her anyway?"
	"Like I have a clue?" Sam said, mind working, "I was busy
breathing garlic."
	"I think she has the hots for me," Staci said.
	Baker roared.
	"I admire her taste, but that'll teach you the dangers of sex,"
Baker laughed.
	The official version went this way. Trendy designer, Jaz Hardly,
taken hostage by fugitive, digraced business mogul, Theodore Chester,
succeeded in arranging his surrender to police. Chester is wanted for
assault and attempted murder of famous crime-story detective Sam Hill.
	"Thank god it isn't Samuel," Sam said.
	When Baker left, Staci filled in details.
	"She picked the worst moment," Staci said.
	-----
	Staci went in the side door intending to wait for Miss Greene to
walk in and then watch where she went. She wasn't being a hero. But 
Miss Greene was in the hall already. Staci walked toward her like she
was leaving.
	Then Jaz said: hi, doll.
	Greene jumped for a door screaming "Run, Ted!" Staci ran for her,
but Jaz tackled her and they fell into the room. When Staci got to
the door, Chester was pushing a gun in Jaz's face and made a rude
remark to Staci. (Which she refused to reveal.)
	Staci pulled back and flattened against the wall. No one came out
so she crept off to find Sam. She found Baker instead when all the
cop cars in the city surrounded the building.
	"See," Sam said to Gumby, "Once it's on t.v., you get all the 
police protection you need."
	Sam was doing his own thinking. It was a bit convenient Jaz 
turned up when she did. And what was with the tackling Greene? He 
remembered the goons in the car asking about the broad.
	It made him wonder which broad they meant and which doll Jaz
was greeting in the hall.
	In any case, Jaz convinced Chester that the cops would be nicer 
to him than Gino and a nice public surrender was his best chance at
still breathing by sundown.
	-----
	It was over but for the photo ops as the D.A. announced the 
indictment.
	Sam had to attend as guest of honor and he had to wear a light
blue sling. Blue was for the benefit of the cameras although he didn't
need the sling anymore. He hated every second. He had managed to slip
out of the crowd as soon as his part was over and was watching the D.A.
make a bigger fool of himself than usual as he waited for Staci to
bring the car around.
	He felt a tug on his coat and turned around with a look of 
disgust. For a second he saw nothing and then his gaze tilted down
a few degrees.
	"Remember me?" said the bright face with the blazing smile.
	He remembered the shiver and felt it again remembering. The girl
from the spa. The most haunting kiss he'd ever felt. Amy! He was
shocked the way the name came to him.
	"I remember the best kiss ever," Sam said. "You were on the other
end of it."
	She giggled.
	"Well, I'm going to make you remember me for more than that!"
she announced.
	"That's great, but I'm waiting for Staci to pick me up," Sam 
said as gently as he could.
	"Oh, I know," Amy said, "Staci sent me to stand with you. I'm
coming along."
	"We're going home," Sam said. "I'm kind of tired and I need to
go to bed."
	"Oh I know," Amy persisted, "The case is closed. You're going to
fuck!"
	"So why are you coming along?" Sam decided he had to be blunt to
get through.
	"I'm going to fuck you," Amy said. "Staci said I could end this
story. Isn't that great!"
	"Are you sure? You know how I end these stories, don't you?"
Sam asked.
	"Sure." she said brightly. "You fuck Staci. You fuck her up the
butt."
	Staci pulled up and Sam got in the car with his head spinning.
Staci was smiling at him. Amy crawled up in his lap and stared lovingly
up at him.
	If there was anything forced about the way she chirped out, "up
the butt!" Sam didn't detect it. He still had a suspicion that it was
the bravado of the ignorant in Amy's case. He could nearly hold her
butt in one hand. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like when
a cock split those tiny cheeks. 
	He had been shocked when he found how much room there was in this
tiny girl's cunt, but he had a feeling the same did not apply to her
ass. If she was mostly cunt, as he had joked to himself the first time,
it didn't leave room for that much ass.
	Sam looked at Staci over Amy's head. She only smiled at him. He
couldn't tell if her gracious yielding of her traditional place at the
end of a case was from gratitude at her own escape or a nasty urge to
see Amy get hers.
	-----
	It was no clearer when they all were arrayed on the bed. Sam
did detect something of the fiendish in Staci's grin as she massaged
Amy's anus to relax it, but that could just be Staci's new appreciation
of fellow females.
	"Ted Chester's where he won't bother us, I'm recovered and I say
this case is closed!" Sam said with undue elaboration as he came up
behind the kneeling pixie.
	"But not ended," Staci said with rare cuteness.
	"Oh Christ!" Amy squealed as Sam's cock pressed against her anus.
	"Too much?" Sam asked with concern.
	"Damn right!" Amy said "But don't stop! I want this so bad!"
	Sam decided it was not his place to determine how big a sacrifice
Amy should be allowed to make for her moment of fame. But he was as
careful as he could be shoving his cock into a hole not big enough for
half his size.
	Amy couldn't hold back the squeaks and cries as he forced his way
into her ass, but she begged him to keep going. At some point, right
about there, Sam's little kink about women wanting him real, real bad
kicked in.
	If Staci's gagging as he forced his cock in her throat turned him
on, then Amy's clear cries of pain and louder begging for him to 
continue made Sam's head spin. He was still gentle, if that word
applies to ripping a little girl's asshole several sizes too large, but
he was determined to give them both what they wanted.
	"Is there much more?" Amy asked, her voice cracking.
	Only about half. 
	"Just a little," Sam lied. "Maybe you should touch yourself."
	"Oh no. I want to feel it," Amy said perversely.
	Sam's hips were tensed to spring and he held back with great
difficulty. He let out the aggression a bit at a time as he pushed
deeper into Amy's ass. She settled into a series of hog grunts as Sam
neared full penetration.
	"Oh Jesus! Fuck me! Please fuck me!" Amy begged with all the
passion that would be expected if she was yelling: take it out!
	Her asshole never did relax. She never did adjust to the huge
presence invading her bowels. Even Sam's joy at her willing sacrifice
was tinged with guilt as he forced the unwilling sphincter to take
his thrusts.
	But the guilt died in the growing excitement and Sam was quite
stern in seeking his pleasure in the protesting ass. Yes, Amy's cries
were clear agony but they only made Sam's cock swell to more injurious
dimensions and didn't stop him from pounding on the tiny ass before
him.
	Sam's howl of delight as he came in the tight grip met Amy's
groan that had the timbre of death rattle.
	Then a grinning Staci took the floor.
	"And what did you get?" she asked Amy. "Where did this one end?"
	"Up the butt!" Amy said as a dying exclamation.
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