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(Note: I am not the author; I am only the decoder.

If you are the author, please email me.  I'd like to get your name
re-attached to your work.

There are two separate stories called "Blackmailed Wife".  I will be
reposting both of them, as BM1 and BM2.  Check Subject line.)



                              BlkmWife.zip -- 8/8

                              The Blackmailed Wife
                                   Chapter 8

      Warren Ramsey, Jack Stearns and Ollie Pratt were dressed now, and
Warren
had ordered Betty tied up again.  Not bothering to cover her shameful
nakedness
and sperm covered body, they had bound and gagged her, leaving her there
on the
bed where she had been ravished to sort out her thoughts and feelings.

      Outside Jay Ballard and Arnie Pearson played the same waiting
game.  As
Jay had explained it, "Sooner or later... one of them'll come out... and
we
nail him!"

      Inside the cabin, Warren growled, "Stop worrying... damn it! He'll
have
to come back... his car is still here!"

      "... But it's been over two hours, now!" Jack Stearns fumed. "I
think
I'll go out and take a look around!  He could be bringing all the fuzz
in the
County down on us!"

      Confidently, Warren declared, "He won't go to the police!"

      Stearns came out onto the porch and looked out into the gathering
darkness, seeing that Arnie's rental car was undisturbed.  Everything
seemed to
be peaceful and quiet, but Jack was worried.  I wonder where the hell he
is...?
As he turned to go back into the cabin, he slumped without a sound from
a sharp
blow to the back of his neck, delivered by Jay Ballard.  Arnie caught
him and
together the two men moved off into the darkness, carrying Stearns'
unconscious
form.  He was soon disarmed and tied securely, lying in a ditch beside
the
road.

      "One down... and two to go!" Jay whispered.  "... And, it won't be
long
before they'll be looking for him!"

      They settled down to wait.  Five minutes passed.

      "What the hell's keeping Jack...?  Maybe you'd better check on
him,
Ollie!" Ramsey growled.

      "He's mine!" Arnie whispered.

      Ollie came out of the cabin, his pistol clutched in his good left
hand.
He peered into the darkness.  "Stearns!" he called. "Where the hell are
you?"

      "Over here... Ollie!" Jay stage-whispered.

      The former boxer moved toward him, as Arnie came from behind,
Jack's
pistol in his hand.

      "Drop the gun... Ollie!" Arnie told him, low-voiced.

      "Son-of-a-bitch!  Arnie!"

      He swung around to level his pistol, just as Jay sprang from
cover,
bringing his own hand gun down in a short, hard arc against Ollie's
gun-clutching hand.  The steel barrel crunched the bones of that hand,
and the
pistol clattered to the porch flooring.

      "OOww!" he screeched, looking down, helplessly, as he realized
both his
hands were broken.

      Ramsey, hearing Ollie's shriek of pain, jumped up from his chair
and
dashed toward the front door, his pistol in his hand.

      Standing in the darkness of the porch, Jay could have shot him...
but he
didn't.  He wanted the man to live... to face a court.  The crazy
impulse to
charge in shooting had already been stilled.  Now, he coolly waited for
his man
and chopped him down with a stunning blow to the back of the neck as he
came
through the door.

      Pausing only long enough, to pick up Ramsey's pistol and grunt to
Arnie,
"Take care of them!" he headed toward the bedroom and his wife.

      Quickly, he freed her, and she was in his arms.

      "Jay!  Oh, Jay!" she cried with relief.  "They... r-raped me...
and did
horrible things... t-to m-me!"

      "I know... darling... but everything's all right, now!" he
soothed, as
her hysteria mounted.

                                  *    *    *

      Jay summoned a doctor, who administered a sedative to her and
recommended
that she rest in bed for a day or two.

      To the sheriff's deputies who came to take the three men into
custody,
Jay recounted the charges he would bring against them. "I'll be talking
to the
D.A... but for now, we can start off with forcible rape, assault with a
deadly
weapon and conspiracy to commit extortion... and if we can get the word
out
fast enough... we can take Carla Reynolds off that plane in Hawaii.  I
want her
held as a material witness!"

                                  *    *    *

      The human spirit is resilient and time is its best ally. It was
three
weeks later, at Betty's insistence, that Arnie and Joan Pearson were
guests for
dinner at the Ballard home.

      She was the perfect hostess, serving everything to perfection, and
after
dinner with drinks in their hands, the conversation turned to the
experiences
they had shared.

      Arnie was uncomfortable.  Betty was seated next to him on the
couch, and
as the talk drifted to sex, it was Betty who carried the conversational
ball.

      "One thing... I found out... was that I was dead wrong... the way
I
treated Jay... before... and I found out that I'm more responsive than I
thought!"

      "You can say that, again!" Jay put in.  "I've got a real tigress
in bed,
now!"

      "... But, one thing I've really thought about... and Jay and I've
talked
about it, is that loving one man isn't enough for me...!"

      Joan Pearson cut in, then, "Do you mean... you want to have
affairs,
now?"

      "No... that's not what she means!" Jay said.  "Let's all face the
truth
of the matter!"  He looked around at the other three.  "I've made it
with
Joan... and Arnie's made it with Betty!  What we're talking about... is
more of
the same!"

      "Damn!  You're not serious?!" Arnie grinned, "... Are you...?"

      "We are!" Betty and Jay said it almost simultaneously.

      Betty turned toward Arnie and asked breathlessly, "What do you
think
darling...?"

      "I think it's a damned good idea!"

      "What about you Joan...?" Jay asked.

      "Well... it's kind of a wild idea... but..."  She stopped
momentarily,
looking at her husband Arnie.  Then, as Betty Ballard slid easily into
her
husband's arms, she went on, "I'll go along with it!"

      Jay Ballard came to where Arnie's wife sat, took her by the arm,
lifting
her, then led her down the hallway toward the guest room.

      "This time," he told her, "we'll have plenty of time to get
acquainted...
first!"

                                    The End

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