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

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                              BlkMldWf.zip - 13/17

                              The Blackmailed Wife
                                   Chapter 13

      Ann returned to San Diego on Tuesday.  She decided for Dave's sake
she
had to get the other copies of those pictures at all costs.  Perhaps,
she could
make them understand -- she was certain she could, if she could just
talk to
Julia.  She would explain about Dave and how he was and what their plans
were
for the future.  She just knew she could make Julia understand.

      She had tried to reach her by phone all Tuesday night and
Wednesday but
she was absent from the store and there no answer at her apartment. Late
Wednesday afternoon, in desperation, she had gone over to her apartment,
but
Julia was nowhere to be found.

      Ann was beginning to panic.  It was seven-thirty and she still
hadn't
contacted Julia.  She would have to go to Max's house.  She dreaded this
more
than anything in the world but she just had to be there.  She knew they
wouldn't hesitate to send the photographs to Dave if she didn't.

      She poured herself a glass of scotch and drank it down after she
stepped
from the shower.  Then, the phone rang.  Julia's voice was on the other
end.

      "I'm glad you came back, dear.  Max would have been most unhappy
if you
hadn't."

      "Julia, I've got to talk to you," Ann pleaded.  "You don't
understand my
position.

      "It's too late now, dear, but remember this, you had better be
real good
to Max.  He has the photographs and he might give them to you if you
please him
-- and don't be late, he won't like it."

      "But Julia..." Ann cried almost desperately.

      "Another thing," Julia interrupted, "Max likes brief, black
underthings.
Wear those new ones you've been saving for Dave."

      With that Julia hung up.

      Ann was shaking violently after talking to Julia.  Now she was
desperate
to get the pictures back.  She drank another shot of Scotch to give her
courage; put on the panties and bra Julia suggested.  They were sheer
and she
wanted to wear them the night of Dave's homecoming -- but now it would
not be
possible.  Over these, she put on a thin clinging white silk cocktail
dress
that accentuated the tan she had been cultivating at the lake these past
two
weeks.

      She took a last look at herself in the mirror and a last shot of
Scotch.
The sun had bleached her hair a more golden color then it had been in
months
and it contrasted beautifully with the healthy bronze of her skin.

      She wanted to be as alluring as possible in hope she could
convince Mr.
Schroeder to give her the pictures without compromising herself too
much.
Julia's words haunted her all the way to his house, "If you please him
enough,
if you please him enough."

                                  *    *    *

      Ann's taxi stopped at a beautiful spacious home built in Spanish
style
and reminded Ann disconcertingly of Mexico.  It was quiet and there were
no
other cars around.  She had a momentary sense of panic and wanted to
tell the
driver to take her back to the city but her desire to recover the
pictures
overcame it.

      She gathered her courage and rang the bell.  A white-uniformed
butler
answered and led her into the large sunken living room.  Ann's breath
was taken
away for a moment; almost half the room was occupied by a large
emerald-green
swimming pool that extended into it from the patio.  A waterfall
cascaded down
one rock wall and bubbled into the pool.  This, coupled with the
magnificent
tropical plants about the room, gave it the appearance of an island
paradise.

      "Mr. Schroeder will be down shortly," the butler announced. 
"Shall I
serve Madam a martini?"

      "Yes, please," Ann answered.  She wanted something that might
still the
nervous trembling of her body.  She had expected others to be here,
particularly Julia, and she didn't know what to do to face Max alone. 
Her
carefully-planned speeches to Julia were useless.

      She gulped at the large martini the butler brought her, hoping it
might
infuse new ideas and confidence into her to replace that destroyed by
the
sudden change of circumstances.

      She had almost finished when heavy nasal breathing came from
behind her.
She almost jumped from the couch in surprise, but alcohol had slowed her
reactions enough that she couldn't get up before he spoke.

      "Well, my dear, you've finally come," he said mockingly.  "I've
waited a
long time for you to accept one of my invitations."

      "I -- I just came to get those pictures, Mr. Schroeder," Ann
blurted,
trembling.

      He walked slowly around to sit down by her, leering at her ripe
young,
body as he did -- lips quivering in anticipation.

      "Of course, my dear Ann -- you don't mind my calling you Ann, do
you?"

      "No, no I don't," she said quickly, afraid.

      "Then you call me Max," he said not taking his eyes from her body.
"I
think we shall get along well."

      "Sidney!" he called to the butler.  "Another martini for Mrs.
Morrow and
a soda and ice for me.  I don't drink; ulcers you know, from the
pressures of
business."

      The butler appeared immediately with the drinks and Ann took hers
quickly.  The first one, on top of the Scotch she had at home, had begun
to
dull her senses slightly, but she welcomed that.  She could see already
from
the way Max's eyes roved over her hungrily it would not be easy to
accomplish
her purpose.  She was going to need all the courage she could muster,
from a
bottle or not.

      "Now, Ann, let's talk business," Max said softly.  "I've got
something
you want -- and you've got something I want.  I think we should make a
straight
business trade."

      "Mr. Schroeder," Ann said, the drinks giving her courage a slight
lift,
"you don't understand.  Julia said I just had to come here to get the
pictures,
and that's all I want."

      "Young woman," Max's voice grew cool, "I spent a lot of money to
get
those pictures -- you're going to work to get them back."

      "What -- what do you want of me?" Ann's voice faded to a whisper.

      "You know very well what I want but perhaps not now.  You see, I
have
very special tastes and it takes a very special kind of girl to fulfill
them. I
think you could be that special girl, Ann."

      "Me, I-I don't know anything -- I-I've never made love to anyone
but my
husband before except once.  I-I just couldn't, Mr. Schroeder, honestly
I
couldn't," Ann stammered.

      "You can try," Max coaxed, thick lips shining from licking them.

      "No, please, I can't, I just can't, I won't do anything."  Ann
started to
get up but he grabbed her arm tightly.

      "Well, my pretty young innocent, let's just see what you will do
and
won't do."  He pulled the package of pictures from his robe pocket and
began
shuffling them

      "Let's consider what Lt. Morrow would like to see best," he
gloated.
"Here, what about this one?"

      He thrust the lewd thing in front of Ann's face.  It was one with
she and
Ramon.  She was spread-eagle on the bed, her heels pressing tightly into
the
mattress.  Her hands were tangled in his hair, pulling his face tightly
between
her wide-spread thighs where he was paying her ultimate homage with lips
and
tongue.  Every sinew in her body was straining for the final physical
achievement.  Her mouth was open and her face contorted with crazed, raw
lust.

      "Or what about this one, how would he like this?" Max chuckled
obscenely
as he tormented the girl with one after another of the lewd photographs,
describing in degrading detail Ann's actions in each.  His breath was
heavier
now, apparent that the pictures and the humiliation he was inflicting
upon her
made him desire her even more.

      He watched her grimaces of recollection closely as he described a
particular picture, holding it before her to make certain she was
following his
commentary in detail.

      Then he came to the one with two men.

      "This is a real gem," Max tormented.  "Julia said you really
enjoyed this
combination.  The lieutenant would be most pleased to know his wife is
spending
her time furthering her education and making new friends while he's
away. Don't
you agree, my dear?"  He smiled lewdly at her.

      Ann's head reeled from the humiliation of sitting here with this
vile fat
man while his beady eyes absorbed every action on the glossy prints. She
was
almost sick from the degrading monologue he uttered using the most
obscene
words imaginable in his lurid descriptions of them.

      She attempted one last desperate act of bravado, hoping to
frighten him
into giving her the prints and letting her go.  She looked him coldly in
the
eye, her courage spurred by desperation and alcohol.

      "I'm leaving right this minute, Mr. Schroeder and I'm going to
bring the
police back with me.  You know blackmail is against the law."

      "My dear," he said after a short silence.  "I would simply tell
them you
come here often and became angry when I wouldn't double your price."

      "They -- they would never believe you.  I've never even gone out
with
another man," Ann said angrily.

      "Don't be naive, Ann dear, if I give the word, prints of these
pictures
could be sold in every bar in San Diego by tomorrow.  I could even make
certain
the Officer's Club had a few sets.  I'm certain they would find a good
market.
It would then be the word of a respectable businessman against that of a
girl
who poses for dirty pictures."

      "You wouldn't dare!" Ann said, standing up suddenly, "you wouldn't
dare!"

      Max leaped to his feet and slashed his heavy palm brutally across
Ann's
face knocking her back on the couch.  Tears sprang to her eyes and a
slight
trickle of blood appeared at one corner of her mouth.

      "Don't ever say I wouldn't dare anything, my dear," he shouted
angrily at
her, spittle spraying in her face.  "If you want these pictures, I'll be
waiting upstairs in the second room on the right.  It's your last chance
you
little bitch and I'm tired of wasting my time. Sidney, bring Mrs. Morrow
another martini," he called to the waiting butler.

      Ann sat in a state of shock and watched him disappear up the
stairs. She
dabbed lifelessly at the trickle of blood with the wet cloth Sidney had
brought
her.  What could she do?  Julia's words from the phone came back to her,
"If
you please him enough..."  My god, she thought, what could be enough for
a man
like this!  She had come to the bitter realization that she had no
choice.  If
she didn't do as he commanded her, she would lose Dave and he would be
humiliated beyond belief.  Every pilot in the navy would have pictures
of his
wife engaged in un-natural acts of love with other men.  With his fierce
pride
in himself and her, he wouldn't take it.  Ann didn't know what he might
do.

      "Sidney," she called, "hurry with my drink."

      The butler brought it with a knowing smile on his lips.  He knows
I've
decided to go to him, she thought.  I wonder how many times he's seen
this
happen?  She downed the martini quickly and walked to the stairs. She
wanted to
get it over with quickly and get away with that envelope. Then, perhaps
could
she live a normal life again.


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