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                              BlkMldWf.zip - 12/17

                              The Blackmailed Wife
                                   Chapter 12

      The laughing boy raced happily down the narrow sandy beach
plunging
headlong into the cool, clear water.  His arms flailed wildly, splashing
like a
hooked salmon for a moment, then he stood up, knuckling the water from
his eyes
with his forefingers.

      "Auntie Ann, Auntie Ann," he yelled at the tan blonde girl lying
on the
blanket not too far away.  "Come on in, come on in and race me to the
raft!"

      "Okay, Jimmy," she yelled back slipping a white bathing cap over
her long
blonde hair.  "Be right there -- I'll bet you an ice cream I win."

      She ran over to where he was waiting and jumped in beside him,
splashing
handfuls of water in his face at the same time.

      "Don't, Don't" he cried, "I can't see to race you."

      She stopped long enough for him to clean his eyes again and then
said,
"Okay, get ready -- one, two, three, go!"

      They both splashed off into the water and swam toward the raft
anchored
some one hundred feet out in the lake.  Ann could feel her hands cutting
cleanly into the cool clear water in front of her, pulling her body
swiftly
after them.

      She had never felt better.  She had been here in the mountains
with
Laura, Dave's sister, for over two weeks now and the scars of the ill-
fated
trip to Tijuana were gradually healing.

      She had returned to San Diego and immediately packed her bags and
left.

      She never intended to see Julia again, which of course, meant
giving up
her job at the store, but it didn't matter.

      She had not even bothered to notify her supervisor that she was
quitting.
She still had several days pay coming but decided to sacrifice it for
fear they
would want a forwarding address through which Julia could trace her if
she had
a desire to do so -- though why would she?  Julia had her revenge or
what ever
it was she wanted.  She couldn't humiliate her anymore than she already
had.
Ann had been more afraid that Julia would try to see her to apologize
and felt
the whole, hideous nightmare had been a mistake, but she couldn't bear
to face
anyone connected with it.

      After several days in the cool mountain air with Laura and Jimmy,
the
impact of the initial shock had worn off.  She had been able to think a
little
more clearly and put the sordid affair into a more logical perspective.

      Her first hysterical reaction had been to sit down and try and
write Dave
a letter admitting all that happened.  This had not worked.  She must
have
written it over at least twenty times becoming almost ill again each
time from
the bitter memories the words stirred within her.  Each time she re-read
what
she had written, she had burned it in disgust.  It just didn't say what
had
really happened -- how she had been led on and deceived by Julia, whom
she'd
trusted -- led on until she'd gone too far... and her body betrayed her.

      Dave would never understand, and she finally decided that it
wasn't fair
to him to suffer a momentary failure on her part.  She still loved him
as
before, perhaps more with the knowledge that she had let her body betray
her.
She, alone, should suffer for this and she was determined to protect him
from
the secret -- no matter how it might hurt her.

      She knew she would never be able to curl up in his lap again and
playfully nip at his ear with girlish innocence without thoughts of that
horrible night.  This would be her penance alone to bear and the scar
would
last as long as she lived.  Time might dim the memory but could never
erase it.

      She and Jimmy finished their swim and returned to the cabin for
late
lunch with Laura.

      "I think you need an afternoon rest, young man," she said to him
as they
were walking back.

      "Aw, no I don't, Auntie Ann, don't say that to Mom," he pleaded.

      "All right, I won't," she smiled.  "If you promise to lie quietly
on the
blanket this afternoon if we go back to the lake."

      "Okay, Okay, I promise," he said happily, knowing he had won
without much
of a fight.

      Ann mused at the way he was able to twist her around his little
finger
anytime he felt like it.  Perhaps it was because he was the kind of
little boy
she would want when Dave returned.  They weren't going to wait any
longer she
vowed.  If only he hadn't wanted to wait until he returned from sea
duty,
things would have been so different now.

      Laura greeted them at the door with a smile.  "Well, did you two
have a
good swim?"

      "We sure did," Jimmy bubbled.  "I beat her a mile racing to the
raft."

      "He's a good swimmer," Ann agreed, patting the top of his head as
he
rushed off to wash his hands for lunch.

      "You look pretty bubbly, too," Laura said, looking at Ann.  "I
think your
little vacation with us has been a good thing.  You know, I was a little
concerned when you first arrived."

      "It has been wonderful, Laura, I just don't know how to thank
you," she
squeezed her hand gratefully.  "I was awfully lonely and worried about
Dave,"
she lied, "but I think I've recovered now."

      "I know you were, dear.  We're just happy to have the chance to
help
you."

      They had lunch on the front porch and Ann was ravenous after the
morning
swim.  Jimmy chattered incessantly until Laura admonished him for
speaking with
food in his mouth.

      After lunch, Ann drove with Laura down to the village to do the
grocery
shopping.  On the way back, they stopped at the village post office.

      "I should have a letter from Bill," Laura said.  "He's supposed to
let me
know if he can drive up on Friday.  It's easier for him and gives him
three
full days here."

      "No mail for you today, Laura," Mr. Green said from behind the
window,
"but got two for you, Ann.  One from the navy and the other registered."

      Mr. Green handed her Dave's letter and she signed for the other. 
It was
a large plain manila envelope.  Her heart skipped a beat when she saw it
was
post-marked San Diego.  No one was supposed to know she was here.

      "It must be pretty important if its registered, aren't you going
to open
it, Ann?" Laura said on the way home after she had read Dave's letter.

      "No," Ann answered hesitantly, "it's nothing, just some papers I
had been
expecting from the store."

      When they arrived back at the cabin, Ann went to her room quickly
and
locked the door, trembling.  She knew it must be from Julia.  There was
no one
else but how did she know where to find her!  She had not even left a
forwarding address with her land-lady.  She had even cabled Dave and
told him
to write her at his brother-in-laws' summer cabin for the next month or
so. Oh,
it's probably nothing, she told herself and ripped the envelope open.

      Ann was suddenly stunned -- there lying on the bed beside her
where they
had fallen were the most shocking photographs she had ever seen. They
were all
of her and different men.  The men were doing the most horrible things
to her
-- and worse -- she seemed to be enjoying it.

      Ann groaned and fell back, her arm over her eyes, trying to blot
out the
sudden horrible reminder of that evening.

      She lay there several minutes without moving; then sat up again
slowly.
There was a typewritten note attached:

      "Sorry I missed you in San Diego.  I wanted to give you the other
copies
to these.  You can get them back next Wednesday night at eight- thirty
at Max's
house.  Otherwise, Dave might like to receive them as souvenirs of the
trip his
darling wife won to Mexico.  I'm sure that would help a fighting man's
morale."

      P.S.  Your mother said you were enjoying your vacation.

      There was no signature but there could be no mistake about who
sent them.

      Suddenly from deep in her sub-conscious, she remembered the bright
orange
flashes going off and the strange clicks in the background.  Her
passion-crazed
mind had not related them to a flash camera at that time but it was
unmistakably clear that's what they were

      In horror, she picked them up and began to shuffle through them. 
She
could recognize Carlos, Pete and Ramon, the sneaky fat little Mexican
who had
let them in the club that night, but there were others she had never
seen
before.  All seemed to be having a contest to see who could heap the
greatest
indignity on her helpless naked body.  They had turned her every way
possible
and in several of the pictures, she was between two of them, each using
her
defenseless body in a different way to satisfy their lusts. Her face,
contorted
in passion, was plainly visible in each of the photographs and she
seemed to be
pleading for more of what she was receiving.

      Ann almost vomited again, but instead, vented her despair on the
pictures, tearing them into tiny pieces and stuffing them back in the
envelope.
She put them out on her stone window sill and set a match to them,
burning them
to ash.  The wind swept them away and for a moment it gave her a
respite.  She
breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the ashes swirling away into the
air

      It was not until the last ash had vanished that the terrible
impact hit
her.  What would they expect her to pay to return the copies?  They knew
she
didn't have money

      The pieces began to fall in place -- pick them up at Max's house!
-- Max
had always wanted her and she remembered his fat lustful leers when she
had
walked by him; his almost drooling down the front of her dress when he
would
stop her to talk in the store.  It dawned on her then, Max had put Julia
up to
this.  When he couldn't get her to come to his parties, he had fixed it
so she
had won the trip with Julia.  Pete and Carlos weren't accidental
meetings --
Max wanted her badly enough to arrange all of this! All of it had been a
plot
to put her in a position where she couldn't refuse Max!  Julia was angry
with
her because Max wanted her more than he did her!

      It was only five more days until Wednesday.  She had to think...
she had
to -- there must be another way out.


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