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The Blackmailed Wife
Chapter 4
The "conference" Arnie drove up to L A. for was with Jay Ballard. He sat
across the desk from the private investigator, while Jay ran down the list of
information he had gathered so far.
"I haven't been able to locate Carla Reynolds... yet," he told the boxer,
"but she could be using another name."
"Yeah... I hadn't thought of that..." Arnie admitted.
"Now, here's what I've got on Warren Ramsey," Jay said, referring to his
notes. "He was born in Idaho... about fifty-years old. Bachelor... at least
he isn't married, right now. Good rating with Dunn and Bradstreet... President
of a pleasure boat building company... Extensive holdings in electronics...
And, this is important! He has a string of race horses... Makes the racing
circuit... and is a big bettor whether his horses are running or not... and..."
Jay paused, significantly, "he's a fight fan! Attends almost all the important
bouts!"
"Which means," Arnie said, thoughtfully, "if he's betting the horses...
he's also betting on the fights.
"Exactly!"
"Is he into any of the fight stables... own any boxer's contracts...?"
"If he does... I haven't been able to dig it out, yet!" Jay grunted. "It
would sure fit together... and all I'd have to do is connect one of those bully
boys with him... and Carla... and we could bust it wide open!" the detective
speculated.
"... But, right now... there's nothing to tie him into it... is that
right?"
"That's the hell of it... I'm just making a wild guess!" Ballard
confessed. "There's not a damned thing to connect him with anything... except
that you went to a party, that he gave! Which reminds me... he's a big
party-giver... with a pretty good reputation as a cocksman! He's also been
involved with some pretty well-known women... in the international jet-set!"
"He really gets around, then...?"
"... And spends money, lavishly!"
"Pays his income tax...?"
"Like a model citizen!" Jay affirmed. "He's clean... absolutely clean...
and that's what bugs me!"
"Then... maybe you're on the wrong track... as far as Ramsey's
concerned..."
"I don't think so!" Jay snorted. "Here's a rough profile: Money...
Horses... Women... Gambling! Three weaknesses... that take money! Lots of
it... and I don't think he makes that much money building pleasure boats...
alone! There's got to be another source! All I've got to do is find out where
the rest of his money comes from!"
"Well... I hope you can!" Arnie said fervently. "By the way I've
moved..."
"That's good... it'd buy us some time, while they're trying to find you,
again!" Jay observed. "Where...?"
"Corona del Mar area..." Arnie told him. "Here's the address..." He
wrote it out for the detective. "I don't have a telephone, yet."
Jay was surprised. "Why the hell did you move down there?"
"That's where Joan wanted to live. She picked the apartment!" Arnie
defended.
"Do you mean... she's going to stay here, now?"
"Yeah," Arnie grinned. "She finally got some sense... I guess!"
"... Or she's suspicious...!" Jay suggested, cynically.
"I don't think so... and I'm sure they haven't made contact with her
yet!"
"Let's hope not!"
"Should I level with Joan... tell her what's going on?" Arnie asked,
worriedly.
"No! Not yet! I'd like to stop it... while it's just a conspiracy...
and maybe we could keep it from her, completely!" Jay told him.
"Okay... whatever you say..."
Arnie Pearson left, and Jay stared at the closed door, wondering: I sure
as hell hope that I've made the right guess!
* * *
Warren Ramsey picked up the third telephone on his desk. Its number was
unlisted and known to only a very few people.
"Yes...?" he barked into the mouthpiece.
"Stearns... Warren..." the voice came over the wires to him. "We spotted
Pearson!"
"Where?"
"He's talking to a private eye... name of Ballard!"
"Okay! That's good! Now, this's what I want you to do. You got Pratt
with you...?"
"Yeah."
"Have him stick to Pearson... find out where he's living now. I figure
that wife of his must be here, with him... since they turned up a blank in
Omaha!" Ramsey instructed. "... And, tell him to let me know... personally as
soon as he's got the address!"
"Right!"
"And, I want you, Jack... to pay a little visit to that private
detective! Tell him it's time to bow out... or else!"
"Should I give him something to remember...?" Jack Stearns asked.
"No... just warn him off... but you'll know what to do if he's not going
to cooperate..." Ramsey told him.
"Okay... we'll get right on it!" Stearns broke the connection.
* * *
Jack Stearns bulldozed his way past Karen Forrester in the outer office
and burst into Jay's office, taking him by surprise.
"You Jay Ballard...?" he demanded.
"Yes... what do you want?"
"Arnie Pearson was just here... and I'd like to give you some advice...
about what to do on his case!"
"I can always use good advice..." Jay said mildly. "What is it?"
"Nothing! Don't do any more work for him... at all!"
"He's given me a retainer... and I..."
"Give it back!" Stearns grated. "Better yet... maybe you should take a
vacation!"
While the other man was talking, Jay made mental notes. He would know
this man... any time he saw him again. Medium build... five feet ten or eleven
inches tall... 180 pounds... late thirties... wavy blonde hair... brown eyes...
scar on his forehead... long, straight nose... heavy lower jaw... long, oval
face... and the sound of his voice, all registered in his mind and he would
remember.
"I don't have time for vacations!" Jay told him, leaning back in his
swivel chair. He was relaxed but alert, waiting for a possible attack. He
knew, now, that someone-Ramsey maybe -was worried, so they were trying to scare
him off!
"You're not listening very good!" Ramsey's man threatened.
"Come off it, Man... I've sat through hundreds of Grade B movies and TV
whodunnits... where the big, tough guy warns the detective to lay off... and
you're playing it worse than any I've ever seen!" Jay said, with a disarming
grin. "Now... unless you've got some further business with me... I'd suggest
you leave, now!"
Stearns, caught off guard by Jay's unruffled reaction, gaped, staringly,
for a moment, then turned to leave, shooting back, lamely, over his shoulder,
"Okay... smart-ass... don't say you weren't warned!"
"I'll get it down in my notes!" Jay Ballard returned.
When the unknown bearer of a warning from an equally, as yet, unknown
source was gone, the detective heaved a sigh of relief, glad that there had
been no violence. But, it was damned close... if I hadn't kidded him out of
it!
Intending to go home for dinner, since he'd been so busy for the last two
days that he hadn't made it home... until the early hours of the morning, Jay
headed for the parking lot. He was worried... not about Arnie's troubles but
his own. Hell! Things aren't getting any better... between Betty and me...
but if she'd loosen up a little bit and put a little zing into our sex-life...
it'd sure help! Maybe, what we need is a good vacation... go off somewhere...
relax... and get things ironed out... otherwise... we're headed straight for
the divorce court! The hell of it is... Betty's basically... a sexy woman...
She's got everything going for her!... And, I love her... but she's not turned
on! Christ!... If only...
Jay had almost reached his Mustang and was delving into his jacket pocket
for the car's keys, when he became aware of a racing engine behind him. He
glanced back to see a car bearing down on him. Instinctively, he jumped out of
the way and rolled between two parked cars. The car, a big Pontiac, had just
missed him... and as he picked himself up off the asphalt, he knew it was no
accident. God damn! That was close... too close! And, it's either a second
warning... or the damned guy was really trying to do me in!
He hadn't had time to get a license number... but the face behind the
wheel he'd know anywhere. It was the goon who'd burst into his office to give
the detective some "advice."
Forgotten was his intention to go home; instead, he drove to police
headquarters, where he spent an hour or more poring over mug shots. He found
what he was looking for and lodged a formal complaint against: Stearns, John
W., also called Jack, one former conviction for armed robbery; an extortion
case was dismissed... for lack of evidence. There was a long string of
assaults in his record, as well as three busts for bookmaking.
"We don't have anything pending on him... right now," the duty Lieutenant
told Ballard, then asked, "What happened...?"
"He tried to kill me... with his car, in the parking lot of my office
building!" Jay said vehemently.
"Do you know why, Jay?"
"I haven't the slightest idea," Jay answered, evasively.
"Okay... well try to pick him up on this!"
After all the details were taken care of... it was too late to drive
home, so he drove South, to Newport... picked up a bite to eat at a drive-in
and continued his search for Carla Reynolds, whom he was convinced was somehow
the key to the whole situation.
* * *
It was around midnight when Jay hit pay-dirt. He found a bartender in a
plush bar who knew Carla, and a five dollar bill was enough to get him her
telephone number. The rest was easy. He located the apartment building,
checked it and found her apartment empty.
Settling down to wait and watch, he was determined to see her... and get
information from her one way or the other.
A little after one in the morning, Carla arrived... with a man. Hell!
She's picked up an all night trick!
He made for the nearest pay telephone and dialed her number, sure that
she would answer... if things weren't too far along.
"Hello... Carla Baby!" he said, slurring his words, purposely, "I'm
here... all primed... an' ready for some fun!"
"Who is this?" she demanded.
"You don't know me, Baby... I'm from out of town... but I heard 'bout
you... an..."
"But... what's your name... and what do you want...?"
"Name's Jay... Jay Ballard... and I don't have to tell you what I'm
after, Baby!" he slurred. "... An' I got the money to pay for it with... you
get me...?"
"It's late... and I..."
"Yeah... I can guess... some other bastard beat me to the punch... for
the rest of the night... right...?"
"Well... you know..."
"Kick 'im out... and I'll be right over!"
"No... you don't understand..."
"The hell I don't!"
"... But, maybe we could work something out... for tomorrow..." She
hated to let him go... without making some arrangement... for later.
"Tomorrow... afternoon...?" he queried.
"Yes... that'll be Okay... Give me a call...?"
"Sure, Baby... I'll call you... 'cause I've got three more days... and a
bad need... for some real fun and games!"
"Around two... Okay...?"
"That's perfect, Carla Baby! You got yourself a date!"
He hung up, quick, grinning his satisfaction. Well... I've got a date...
that's going to be fun to keep!
* * *
Jay was on time. Before he went up to Carla's apartment, he put his .38
in the glove compartment of his car and clipped the little Berreta to the
inside back of his pants waistband. There was no point in being completely
unprepared.
Carla greeted him at the door. "Jay...?" she asked.
"Yeah... and it's sure been a long wait!"
She didn't let him in, just yet. "Where'd you get my telephone number?"
Carla demanded.
Ballard told her the name of the bartender and the location of the place.
"... And, it cost me five!" he concluded.
Satisfied that he was not a vice-squad officer, she opened the door to
admit him.
"Do you quiz everybody... like that?" Jay asked.
"Well... I've got to be careful, you know..."
"Yeah... I suppose so..." he agreed, stepping in close to take her in his
arms, to kiss her.
She seemed to be reluctant, as he probed at her lips with his tongue, his
hands moving down over the softness of her straight back to the rounded
protuberances of her full-orbed buttocks and discovering in the process that
she wore no encumbering bra or panties. His hands dug into the resilient flesh
of them, hungrily.
Twisting her lips away, Carla told him, firmly, "It's fifty dollars... in
advance!"
"You're lovely..." Jay told her with a disarming grin, but you must have
a cash register... in place of a heart."
He watched her gathering frown, as she tried to work up some anger over
what he had said; the frown turned to a smile, though, when she reached out for
the fifty dollar bill he took out of his wallet. She had balanced it out,
quickly, for herself... in favor of the money.
Silently, she turned away, her walk studiedly provocative as she headed
for the bedroom. Smart-ass! I'll give him a quickie... and kick him out of
here!
Jay didn't follow.
Looking back over her shoulder at him, she said, "Well...? The bedroom's
back here!"
"That fifty ought to buy a drink... too..." he suggested.
"Okay... what'll it be?" She was disappointed that he wanted to delay.
"Scotch-rock'll be fine," Jay grunted, dropping into a comfortable chair.
Carla fixed the drinks and brought them. Handing him his drink, she sat
on the sofa, facing him, tucking up her legs, her mini-shift riding up and
giving him a clear view of her curvaceously tapered thighs and a flashing
glimpse of auburn-tinted pubic hair to match the dark red of her carefully
combed, lustrous hair.
He smiled his lewd appreciation, and hoisting his glass in toast, said,
"Here's to what makes the world go around!"
"Sex...?" she smiled.
"No! Money!" He took a long swallow of his drink, then as he looked
over at her, again, he added, "It's the one thing people'll do almost anything
for!"
His remark made her feel uncomfortable. She tried to change the subject.
"Did you come here... just to drink and talk...?"
"Hell no! I came here on business!" Jay told her, setting his glass down
on the coffee table and getting up to strip off his jacket and tie, before
sitting down, again, next to her on the couch. She started to cringe away from
him, thinking she had made a mistake about him, after all. Twice before, she
had been busted by vice-squad men, and she was frightened, momentarily, until
he added, with a grin, "Your business... that is..."
He took her, solidly, into his arms, and his lips sought for and found
hers, but this time, it was her moist, pink tongue that came surging into his
mouth, searchingly, as his hands began to explore the soft contours of her lush
body.
Cupping the resilient mound of a perfectly sculptured breast through the
soft material of her dress, he kneaded it massagingly, and felt the tiny nipple
spiking out hard and erect into the palm of his hand, while below, between his
own legs, the natural and normal reaction began to take place.
There was the crawling lift of his scrotum pulling his balls up close to
his body and the throbbing fullness in his penis as it became blood-engorged in
a growing erection. He'd have to hold himself back... if his plan for Carla
were to work. Damn it... just concentrate on getting her worked up!
He knew, from past experience, that many prostitutes didn't allow
themselves to become involved with their johns; they just faked it all the
way... made the guy think he was really getting a good lay, while she remained
completely detached. Jay, consciously, tried to repress his own sexuality; at
the same time he stimulated her, reversing the roles.
Sliding his hand down across her flat belly, then out along the smooth
whiteness of a finely tapered thigh, he went in under the short length of her
dress, allowing his warm hand to massage the soft flesh up the smooth inner
side, moving upward, slowly, until he was rummaging in the angle of her thighs,
caressing the curling fleeciness of her pubic hair; meanwhile, he was forcing
her back, by slow degrees, until she was lying supine on the couch, beneath
him, her legs straightened out, now, and parted slightly. Smoothly, he slipped
a finger down into the moist warmth of her pussy, pressuring in through the
fleshy folds from the top and parting the sparse adornment of hair, to find the
tiny, erectly throbbing bud of her clitoris. His finger rubbed at it,
teasingly, gently bringing it to even greater hardness; then, using two
fingers, together, he drummed a tattoo up and down its short, pulsating length.
He was rewarded by feeling the erotic spasms of it in her body and the tiny
grinding undulations of her loins up against his taunting fingers.
Suddenly, Carla gasped, twisting her mouth away, savagely, and moaning,
"Damn you... you're not like most of the others... who just want a quick fuck!
You've got to make like the great lover!"
"What's your objection, Baby?"
"I just don't like to... make it... really make it with the johns... and
besides... it takes up my time!"
"Well... Carla, Baby... you're going to make it with me... all the way!"
he promised.
"Let's go into the bedroom... then!"
"Suits me..." Jay agreed, leaning back to allow her to get up.
The detective followed her into the bedroom, removing his shirt and
undershirt, as he walked, and watching the provocative sway of her hips.
Once inside the bedroom, Carla whipped off her mini-sheath to reveal the
voluptuous curves of her soft, womanly body. As she tossed her dress to the
back of a vanity chair, Jay came in behind her, his arms going around her,
under her arms, his itching hands clutching at the full, softly pliant mounds
of her breasts, while his lips came down to kiss her delicately sloping
shoulders and the nape of her neck. She shivered with delight and turned in
the circle of his arms to press her nakedly curvaceous body up against him with
a mewling moan of building passion. He felt the erect cones of her hardened
nipples press in, tightly, against his own naked, hairy chest, while below her
hips gyrated in tiny circles against the lengthening hardness of his almost
fully erect, throbbing cock.
Jay's hands swarmed over her, smoothing the svelte contours of her body,
his strong fingers kneading the resilient, warm flesh of her full-orbed
buttocks. Then, his mouth was on hers, his tongue bursting through her lips to
probe deep into the honeyed sweetness of her mouth. He did it with more ardor
than he felt... on purpose. I want her really hot to trot... before I really
start working her over!
After a moment or two, she broke the kiss and murmured, "I don't know
why... I'm letting you do this..."
"Because you like it... I imagine!" he grunted, walking her backward the
short distance to the edge of the bed.
As the backs of her knees contacted the edge of the bed, he pushed the
auburn-haired beauty back onto it and stepped back. Quickly, he shed his shoes,
socks and pants, leaving only his shorts to cover him, partially.
Sprawling there on the bed, where he had shoved her down, Carla's legs
were splayed, obscenely, and he could see the pink flesh of her pussy,
glistening dully moist and palpitant in the dim light of the bedroom.
Inside his shorts, his massive erection stirred and jerked involuntarily,
and Carla's eyes were glued to the spot, her interest intense.
This man's lips, tongue and hands had ignited a slow fuse that was
sputtering away in her, and she was trapped in a morass of ecstatic sensations
that raced through her voluptuous body in waves of erotic anticipation. The
thing that really bothered her... and the reason she didn't want to become
involved, this afternoon... was the telephone call she had received just before
Jay's arrival. It was Joan who had called... and Carla had convinced her to
come to her apartment that same afternoon. She had already agreed to having
Jay there... but she hated to turn him away and lose the money. She hated
worse the fact that he had turned out to be so ardent. Now... I'm all worked
up... and I'll have to go through with it! Not that she didn't like the idea
of being turned on by a man; she had been thinking of Joan, and the delicious
things she had in mind for her. It had been farthest from her mind that she'd
be responding to Jay... but she was. There was nothing she could do about
it... now... She just hoped that she could get rid of him... before Joan
arrived.
A mewling hum of anticipation emitted from her throat, as her eyes
devoured him, watching the lurch of the outsized bulge in his shorts. Then,
her own hands, well-manicured and lotion-softened, slid, sinuously, up over her
body to the full moons of her breasts, where her fingers played,
narcissistically, with the distended, berry-like buds of her nipples, the
darker pink of their aureoles drawing up in sensitive wrinkles of soft flesh.
"God!" she moaned, finally, anxious for him to go on now, "Get your
shorts off... so you can start fucking me... with that big cock of yours!"
While Jay had been watching her, he had reached back of him, to get the
object he needed, from his shirt pocket. Now, he held it behind him, a lewd
smile of anticipation on his face. She's hot... already... and it won't be
long... now... before she'd be crawling up the walls!
Carla closed her eyes, expecting that he would be on top of her, digging
and poking at her body and shoving his hard cock into her cunt. Then, he'd
fuck her for all he was worth... until he came, frantically... and that would
be that...
... But, it didn't happen that way!
She was caught by surprise, as the unexpected happened. Her body jerked,
spasmodically, involuntarily, at the light, tickle of something that was moving
inch by tortuous inch up the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, heading,
she knew for the pulsating portal of her cuntal passage that gaped open to him,
because of her obscenely splayed thighs.
Her eyes flew open, widening, as she gaped down to where Jay was leaning
over her, a gaily colored blue and green peacock feather held in his fingers,
lightly, as he twirled it, teasingly, on her vibrant, sex-tingling flesh.
Instantly, she clamped her legs together.
"What the hell... do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
Jay grinned down at her, salaciously. "Getting you good and ready... for
some wild fucking!" he told her, and went right on with his tantalizing torture
of her, dragging it now up the valley of her close-held thighs.
Instinctively, her hands flew to her pubic mound, protectively, knowing
in a flash that if he were actually to use the feather on her cunt there would
be no end to her arousal... and she didn't want that. She still held the
image, in her mind, of the expected pleasures she would have with the
dark-haired Joan... when she arrived.
"My God, Jay... don't do that... to me!"
"Why not...?" he grunted. "It feels good... doesn't it?"
"Yes... but it's torture!"
"Not really! This'll turn you on... like nothing you've ever had
before!" he grated, intent on what he was doing. "So you might as well lie
back and enjoy it... for a while!"
Catching up her hands by the wrists, in a steel-fingered grasp, he pulled
them away from the pulsating slit of her pussy.
"Now... open your legs!" he ordered.
"No! I-I won't let you do it!"
"I've paid you... in advance... you little whore!" he bellowed. "And,
I'll do what the hell I please! Understand?"
Carla understood. She slowly relaxed the muscles of her thighs, to allow
them to spread apart for his idea of fun. It could be worse! She told
herself. At least... he's not one of the weird ones with whips... and crazy
clothes!
The detective's triumph over her gave him a definite edge, now. Damn! It
won't be long... until she's begging for mercy! Then... we'll see...
Jay released her hands, then, and focusing his full attention on what he
was doing, began to tantalize her naked flesh with the peacock feather.
Groaning with helplessness, Carla felt the teasing lightness of the soft
tip of the feather, as it tracked tiny circles of fire on the smooth skin of
her inner thighs, darting into the hollows on either side of her sparsely hair
fringed cuntal lips. She could have screamed with the excruciating torment, as
it moved, relentlessly, toward its obvious target, through a deviously tortuous
route.
Inexorably, the feather in his hand moved closer and closer, until
finally, it trailed into the coralline moistness of her vaginal furrow,
fringed, lightly, with the soft auburn curls of her pubic hair. Around and
around he twisted it, dipping into her cuntal opening, momentarily, only to
drag it, between the inner, petal-like lips that had begun to flower open with
blood engorgement, and as he watched with lewd satisfaction he saw them begin
to turn to a darker shade of pink.
Never had Carla experienced such an ecstatically sexy, nerve-charged,
exciting sensation. She writhed on the bed, her hips undulating up to that
torturing feather, and her breath came in uncontrolled, short, sharp pantings,
as she felt him thrust it, twirlingly, in and out of her moist cuntal passage,
igniting searing flames of desire that raced, unchecked in her nerve endings,
like an all-consuming prairie fire, leaping before a strong wind and destroying
all in its path.
She was ready... and already she had had enough of the feather, as she
became aware of the slippery, warm moisture that exuded from the inner walls of
her vaginal tunnel to ooze in viscid droplets into her cuntal portal. God! She
was on fire with a desire she had never before felt.
"Oh, My God... Jay! Stop it! I can't stand it!" she groaned. "Stop
playing around with me... and fuck me... damn it!"
"Later... Baby!"
Jay wasn't about to stop... yet; he wanted her completely helpless... He
twisted the feather farther into the moist depths of her cent; then finally,
after long moments it left her vagina and pirouetted upward to dance through
the sparse, auburn fringe to the pulsating bud of her erectile clitoris, hidden
in the defile of her womanly slit. He moved it, tormentingly, up and down the
short length of the miniature phallus, coming to rest with a twirling motion on
the sensitive triangle of its blood-engorged, sensitive head. She stifled a
scream. Never, ever, had she experienced such exquisite agony... and joy, at
the same time. She killed the building scream, in her throat, because she
wouldn't allow him to know that he had subjugated her with an insignificant
feather.
The peacock feather, in Jay's hand, danced teasingly on her throbbing
clitoris for only a few moments, and just at the point when she was sure she
could stand no more of it, the lust-inciting feather was suddenly gone. Then,
she felt it trailing up through the fleecy softness of her pubic hair, across
her abdomen and out over the flat, white plane of her smooth belly, dipping
with a saucy twirl into the shallow depression of her navel and moving out to
her groin to tantalize the soft hollows there.
Suddenly, with a broad sweep, the teasing peacock feather was on her
breasts, orbiting them in a figure eight, which grew smaller with each
evolution, moving upward on the full mounds of her trembling, white breasts,
until it circled the crowning, cameo-pink of her hard-coned nipples.
Soft, mewling whimpers began to come, unbidden, from her lips, as the
torturing feather, still moist from the dews of her cuntal opening, moved in
ever smaller circles, until it proscribed only one of the hardened, erectile
nipples, playing on the crinkled flesh of the aureole, then on the pink column
of the tiny nipple itself, her quivering breasts set all atingle with the
lascivious sensations it generated in them.
Then, Carla found herself wriggling her shoulders, her torso writhing, as
she attempted to shove her breasts up against the teasing tip of the feather in
Jay's hand. Her body, already crazed with overpowering desire, wanted more...
and yet more.
She felt as though she were in a strong undertow, being dragged under
water, and she was helpless in its grip. She was aware only of the throbbing
ache of her loins that seemed to pulsate, radiatingly into her whole abdomen,
the exuded, viscous moisture there making her even more expectant, the
anticipation of what she expected to come to her... soon, stabbing excitedly
deep into her very being. She couldn't wait any longer, it seemed... before
she'd have to have Jay's big cock in her, filling her... fulfilling her... or
she'd go out of her mind.
Frantically, her hands clawed upward to the magnificent orbs of her
breasts; against her will, she kneaded and massaged them, cruelly, pressing
them up from her supine, quivering body, offering them to the torment like a
sacrifice.
Conscious control stopped... and she surrendered her body to the total,
depraved enjoyment of the sensations the twirling, dancing feather engendered
in her whole body that trembled with lewd anticipation.
The teasing feather left her breasts, suddenly, and she felt it trace a
salacious path down through the moistly perspirant valley between her mounding
breasts to swoop down and downward again to the throbbing pink flesh of her
searingly expectant cunt. She gasped with sheer ecstatic joy, as she felt the
moist tip of it slide down through her auburn pubic hair, to pause,
momentarily, on her clitoris, where the twitching torment of the feather left
her breathlessly writhing on the bed.
Carla almost screamed with frantic frustration when it didn't stop there,
on her clitoris; instead, she felt it plow, lightly, down through her cuntal
furrow, until it was running in tiny, orbiting circles around the brownish,
puckered ring of her anus. The full moons of her buttocks spasmed, suddenly, as
the tip of the feather nestled down between the orbs of white flesh to
tantalize the sensitive flesh of her clenching rear passage.
That was it! She had reached her limit of tolerance.
"OOOOooooohhhh!" she groaned, with agonized rapture, as the unbelievably
powerful sensations surged, uncontrolled through her body. "Oh, Christ! I-I
can't take any more, Jay! Stop it! Take that damned feather away! Please...?
Oh, please?"
In spite of his resolve to hold back his own sexual arousal, Jay found
himself breathing heavily, as he half leaned and half crouched between Carla's
wide-spread legs, torturing her with the gaily colored feather, watching as she
writhed her full-curved hips, her clenching and unclenching anus seeming to
claim the teasing feather as its own. It won't be long... now! He was
gleeful... . But the real fun'll come... when I finally get my cock in her!
She'll go of like a Roman candle... on the Fourth of July!
His massive cock throbbed achingly. It was jerking, involuntarily, with
his need to get it shoved into her cunt and start fucking, but he had to
control himself... keep himself from doing what she expected. This was a
battle of sexual wills, which he, for now, was winning... and he wanted to keep
it that way.
Jay was aware that a tiny rivulet of clear, viscous lubricating fluid was
oozing from the slit in his cock head. Reaching down, he grasped the pulsating
shaft of his prick and milked back the loose foreskin to reveal the fiery red
crown, heavy with engorged blood; then, he used his thumb to spread the
lubricant over the chunky throbbing head, as with the other hand, he kept the
feather alive and dancing, twirling it up through her cuntal slit to search
out, again, her clitoris, peeping out from its enfolding ridges of cunt-flesh.
She screamed... loud!
"Stop! STOP! Please...? OOOooohhh... please... stop?!"
Now's the time! Jay leaned over her, staring straight into her
tear-glistening eyes, still keeping the feather twisting tormentingly on her
clitoris, and said, "You really want me to stop, Carla, Baby...?"
"Yesssssssss! I-I can't take any... more of it!"
"Okay... I'll stop... when you tell me who paid you to set-up Arnie
Pearson... for a blackmail job?"
Shock, surprise and anger all crossed her lovely face in quick
succession, as everything seemed to come tumbling down for Carla. She stared
at him, strickenly, then cried, "No! NO! I don't know what you're talking...
about?"
"... Ah, but you do... Baby! So... start giving me the answers... fast!"
He dragged the feather down through her pulsing furrow and nestled it into the
sensitive flesh of her anus, again. "Who was it, Carla?"
"Nobody!"
"Then... are you the one blackmailing Pearson?"
"No! Oh, God... no! It's not me!"
"Then, who?"
"It's..." She stopped.
"Who?" He lashed the feather deep into her cunt. "Who?"
"It's Mr. Ram-Ramsey... Warren Ramsey!" She gasped. "Now... will you...
stop?"
Finally, with her last gasping words, the agonizing torment was suddenly
lifted from her frustrated, aching cunt, leaving her breathless, as the tense
muscles of her body relaxed, slowly, and she lowered her upraised pelvis,
feeling both a sense of relief and of disappointment in her nerve-tortured
loins. The feather in Jay's hands had brought her to the highest level of
sexual excitement she had ever experienced... and because of it she would be in
mortal danger. Warren... told me... he didn't want his name connected with it
at all! Jack Stearns... was going to handle everything...! If either of
them... ever find out... that I spilled it... My God! I could get k-killed...!
The peacock feather had served its purpose. Jay tossed it aside. "How
much did Ramsey pay you?" he rasped out at her.
"Does that make any difference...?"
"Yeah... I want to know how important this is to him?"
"Two thousand..." Carla answered, feeling miserable.
"Now give me a few more names!" he barked. "Who else's in on this?"
"God damn you!" Carla spat. "Why don't you fuck me... instead of giving
me the third degree!?"
"Names!" he barked. "Who else?"
"Jack... Jack Stearns... and another man... I think his name is Pratt...
yes that's it... Ollie Pratt..."
"Okay... the inquisition's over!" Jay told her, looking down at her
sensuously squirming body, his eyes lewd and filled with pure lust for her. He
couldn't help but feel jubilant, now that he had the information he needed.
"Now, we can get back to important things... like sex!"
Standing to his full height, Jay Ballard grasped her ankles and pulled
her unresisting body toward the edge of the bed, until her buttocks extended
slightly beyond the edge of the mattress.
Quickly, then, he knelt down between her wide-spread legs and pulled her
knees up over his shoulders. Now, his mouth hung just above her still wildly
pulsing vaginal opening. Christ! What a gorgeous cunt! He gaped down at the
narrow, moistly pink slit, its slightly irregular opening bedewed with viscous
droplets of moisture and saw that it was visibly throbbing with her need.
Hell... she's almost ready to pop!
Through lust-crazed eyes, Carla looked down at him, where he knelt
between her legs, and she could feel the warm palms of his hands against the
softly tender flesh of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart. She knew his
intention, welcomed it and instinctively wanted to open her legs even farther
to give him easy access to her painfully aroused cunt. She wished, dimly, that
it might have been Joan, her newest conquest kneeling there, ready to lick and
suck her... but since it wasn't, Jay would have to do...
Then, fascinated, anticipating his next move she watched as the detective
lowered his head between her tingling thighs, while, involuntarily, her hips
undulated upward to meet the delicious sensations his mouth would bring to her.
"AAAAAAAhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her body spasming, uncontrollably, as his
moistly hot lips closed over her heated, pulsating cuntal mouth. Her vision
blurred and her head pounded with her heartbeat, as he planted lewdly
lascivious kisses on the tingling aperture of her wildly anticipating pussy,
his tongue darting out to lash deep into the snug moistness of her quivering
opening.
Now, her own hands moved with sure, sensuous knowledge, caressingly, over
the twin hillocks of her swollen, throbbing breasts, her fingers teasing,
again, the erectile, cameo-pink nipples for a moment, before they slid,
sinuously, along her flat, white belly, until finally, they arrived at her
groin, on either side of his lewdly sucking lips.
Stroking herself gently, her soft fingers rubbed up from the hollows of
her flexing groin to the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her cunt, caressing all
around them, until she could wait no longer; then, slowly, deliberately, she
used her fingers to pull the pulsing lips of her pussy apart to allow his mouth
the complete liberty of all her searing, moist furrow. She wanted all... and
wanted to give all of herself to him.
* * *
Joan Pearson had known, almost from the first, when Arnie had met her at
the airport that something was bothering him. She had tried to find out what
it was... but he was closemouthed and non-committal.
Their love-making these few days was middling satisfactory; that is to
say... it wasn't spectacular. No fireworks... or the earth moving under them
was theirs.
Last night, Joan had wanted to put her newfound knowledge to work,
knowing that if Arnie were to use his mouth on her, as Carla had... it would
bring her vibrant body to exploding sexuality... but she didn't know how to
bring it off... how to make her wishes known to him. In the end, she had said
nothing. Arnie had fumbled through the sex act, bringing her finally to what
she knew, now, was only a lower level of arousal. She had climaxed... but it
was not the earth-shaking thing it could have been... if only...
There was a vague feeling of restlessness in her, on that morning... a
slight sense of frustration, balanced by the knowledge that it didn't have to
be that way... as she remembered the afternoon, before, with Carla...
remembered how the other woman's mouth had skyrocketed her to the pinnacle of
rapture.
Even though she had told herself that she wouldn't do it, she did. She
picked up the telephone, which had just been installed in their apartment, and
called Carla Reynolds.
The two women chatted, and in the end, Joan had agreed to come to Carla's
apartment. Joan knew, when she broke the connection why she was going. She
debated the question with herself... but all the arguments of her rational mind
couldn't prevail over the rising excitement in her body. The more she thought
about it... the more aroused and inflamed she became.
Finally, as it neared the time Carla had suggested, having told her that
the "visitor" she expected would be gone already, Joan was on edge, unable to
wait any longer. She called a cab, gave the driver the address and rode the
fairly short distance to Carla's apartment. It's wrong... and foolish... I
know... but I've just got to see her...!
Paying the cab driver, Joan walked up the stairs into the modern,
apartment building and found Carla's door.
She started to ring the doorbell, but noticed that the door was standing
slightly ajar. Carla was expecting her... and maybe she left the door open...
on purpose... Impulsively, she gave the door an inward push. It swung open to
reveal an empty living room.
"Carla...?" she called, softly.
There was no answer. She stepped inside and called out, again. She must
be in the bedroom... A devilish curiosity took over. Do you suppose her
visitor's still here...? Then, somehow, it seemed important for her to know:
Is her visitor a man... or woman...?
Closing the door, firmly, this time, Joan walked farther into the
apartment. She knew where the bedroom was and made unerringly for it, pausing
to listen outside the door.
She heard the moans of a woman caught up in passion. Her curiosity led
her on. I'll just peek in... then I'll leave... and come back later...
The bedroom door opened, soundlessly... and Joan saw that it was a man,
who was bringing such rapture to the auburn-haired Carla.
The woman was moaning, incessantly, and as Joan watched she saw that the
man kneeling between her whitely tapering thighs was using his mouth to suck
and lick at her nakedly exposed cuntal slit. Carla's arms were pressed in
tight against her sides, her eyes were tightly closed and her head flailed from
side to side, her beautiful auburn tresses in total disarray, as she responded
to the man with unbridled ecstasy. Joan knew that his mouth nuzzled up into
the angle of Carla's thighs was generating all those delightful sensations
reflected on her lovely face, as his agile, taunting tongue flicked out, its
soft tip searching for then circling her palpitant clitoris.
Joan had really meant only to peek in then leave, as she had promised
herself... but now, she stood rooted to the spot, unable to take her eyes from
the hotly writhing body of the girl, Carla, on the bed.
... And, of course, that slow-building need that had been with her all
day, and which had, finally, prompted her to come to Carla's apartment, burst
into licking flames of desire in her loins, as she watched. She recognized
it... knew that she'd have to be fulfilled... but this is Carla's little
party... with her man "visitor"! She knew she should have left... right
then...
Under Jay's voraciously active mouth, Carla felt his lips suck at her,
drawing the warm, tender petals of her flowered-open cunt into the hot cavern
of his mouth; then, it was her clitoris that received the attention of his
licking tongue. He drew the tiny, erect bud up between his lips to suck it for
a moment, before finally taking it lightly in his teeth, while his tongue
teased its short length with sensuous flickings of his lingual member. She
groaned out her pleasure from deep in her throat, mewling and purling as now
the hot, searching tip of his sinuous tongue worked its way up and down the
narrow length of her soft, pulsating furrow, beginning at her lower belly and
pressuring its way down to the softly pliant opening of her hungrily clasping
cuntal opening. Inexorably, then, his tongue worked lower and lower, down into
the crevice of her resiliently hollowing buttocks, pausing, momentarily, to
probe, moistly, at the tight, puckered ring of her sensitively clenching anal
opening below. She gasped with the erotic shock of it, and her hips ground up
at him, wildly, begging for more and yet more of the same.
Standing there in the doorway of Carla's bedroom, guiltily watching, Joan
couldn't drag herself away... couldn't stop watching the lewd sex act. Almost
hypnotically, her own hands sneaked up to her tingling breasts and caressed
them through her dress. She had not worn bra or panties, daringly, knowing
deep in the back of her mind her real reason for coming to the auburn-haired
woman's apartment... Then, her hands moved down, down and down... until they
smoothed into the hollows of her groin, and one of them snaked over to cover
her pubic mound, a finger then going into the fleshy fold of sensitive flesh to
her already erect clitoris. Unconsciously she rubbed, gently, at herself,
through the light material of her mini-shift. Oh, God... I'm getting so
aroused... but there's nothing I can do... now... except... But, she didn't
like to do that... to herself...
Carla's unceasing moans seemed to drive Jay's tongue faster and faster,
as he slaved away at her steamingly voracious loins. Damn! He wanted the
little bitch begging for it... screaming in agony to be fucked, when he was
ready to shove his big cock into her. It was sadistic, he knew... and she was
already more than ready, as he had taunted her with the feather... and now with
his mouth... But, she'll know she's been fucked... when I'm through with
her... because she'll blow her nuts... and just keep blowing! He liked it that
way!
Suddenly, the excitedly writhing girl reached out to entangle her fingers
in his hair, guiding his face in tight to the palpitating vestibule of her
cuntal passage, snugging him in between her wide-splayed legs... and he stabbed
his stiffened tongue deeply into the moist depths of her vaginal opening; then
he withdrew it to flick, teasingly, swirlingly, around the ragged, coral-pink
edges.
With lustful, sex-crazed strength, she pulled his head in even closer,
pressing his mouth directly over the thin, vertical opening of her demandingly
searing passage, and as his lips ovalled and covered the softly bearded mouth,
he thrust his tongue into it, deeply, again, flicking it in and out, now, to a
set tempo, in imitation of a fucking cock.
From deep in her throat emitted a low, guttural, animal-like groan, and
below, her warm, trembling thighs closed, convulsively around either side of
his slightly bobbing head. Carla was in a rapturous state, beyond all reason.
Jay could feel, clearly, the moist flesh of her silky smooth vaginal
walls, as they slipped, sheathingly, around his long, agile tongue, the lining
of her cunt seeming to clasp, pulsingly, around it in a tiny, milking motion of
its own. Her heels, swung up over his back, pressed down hard, as she lifted
her loins up to him, undulantly, and he felt almost as though he were caught in
a fleshy trap. She pulled him in so hard that he could barely breathe.
For the several moments Joan had stood there, transfixed, she had
concentrated her attention almost exclusively on watching what the unknown man
was doing, down there, between Carla's lovely thighs, but now, her eyes
wandered over the kneeling man's body. It was trim and hard-muscled, and he was
a big man, she decided; although not as tall or heavy as Arnie. Then, below,
she saw the hardened massiveness of his erectile penis, spearing out from his
hairy loins. It was jerking and throbbing, wildly, and she could see the
glistening droplets of clear, viscous fluid on its fiery, blood-engorged head.
She gasped, aloud, a tiny sound, but it cut across the other sounds in the
room... the soft mewlings from Carla... and the obscene sucking noises that the
man's mouth made as he lashed his tongue deep into the auburn fringed orifice
of her seething cuntal passage.
Carla heard it. Her eyes fluttered open to see Joan standing there.
Joan, aware that her presence was known, turned in confusion to leave, her face
turning crimson with her quick blush, as she was caught in her voyeuristic
role.
"Oohh, Joan!" Carla breathed. "You're here... but don't go!" Instantly,
she knew. She wanted Joan... too! Then, to Jay, she cried out, imploringly,
"Jay... Let me up... now, so I can do Joan... while you fuck me... at the same
time... please?"
Jay stopped, momentarily, looked up at her and asked, "Joan...? Who's
she?"
"M-My girlfriend...!"
Jay looked around, startled, to see Joan standing in the doorway, poised,
ready for flight. Then, he understood what Carla wanted, as he saw the
dark-haired beauty of the young woman... and appraised her luscious body that
was barely hidden by the light mini-shift she wore.
"Hell yes...!" he agreed. "It suits me fine... if she wants to..."
Carla released his hair, then, and Jay stood up, while she scrambled off
the bed, her lust-filled eyes devouring Joan's figure. "You will... won't
you... Joan...?"
"I-I don't know... Carla..." Joan stumbled. "I-I'll come back...
later..." She turned, again, to leave the room.
Frantically, Carla scampered after her and trapped her in her naked arms.
"Joan, honey...?" she pleaded. "I want you... and need you... too!" She felt
her trembling body, her nipples, hard and erect, poking into her own naked
breasts through the light material of her dress and knew that the black-haired
woman was aroused, sexually. Then, as her hands smoothed down Joan's back,
caressingly, to the full-orbed protuberances of her buttocks, she discovered
that the other woman wore no panties either.
Joan moaned in her arms, as Carla's mouth sought hers and kissed her
deeply; then, with gentle insistence, Carla moved her toward the bed, walking
her backwards... until when they reached the edge of the bed, Carla laid her
unresisting body down supine upon it.
Helplessly, Joan found herself on the bed, lying crosswise, and as Carla
slithered down her body, she felt her dress being lifted and shoved up to her
hips; then, as the beautiful auburn haired woman pried her legs apart and
crawled in between them, she knew she couldn't resist any longer.
With an agonized moan of anticipation, she looked down to see Carla
crouched between her legs, her mouth dropping down between her softly tapering
thighs. Then, as the other woman's hotly moist tongue made electric-arcing
contact with the sensitive flesh of her cuntal furrow, she gasped, aloud and
raised her hips up, undulantly, in full submission to the highly erotic
stimulation of her lashing tongue.
Jay had waited the few moments none too patiently. His cock had been
incited to a jerking rock-hardness... and he had held himself back, purposely,
for too long already. Damn! His balls ached, and he had to get his cock
shoved into her... and start fucking, now! If he didn't... Hell! I'll be
shooting my cum all over the place!
No sooner had Carla crouched down between Joan's legs, her smooth, white
buttocks waving nakedly up behind her, than Jay moved in smoothly to stand in
back of her, his hands reaching out, claw-like, to grasp her swiveling hips.
With a frantic moan, he flexed his pelvis forward, as he used the power
of his arms to haul her buttocks back to him; at the same time, his wildly
pulsating cockhead nudged into her heated vaginal opening. Then, glancing down
quickly to see that he was on target, he rammed his hugely throbbing cock deep
into her cuntal passage, in one powerfully smooth thrust. He felt her backward
push against him and heard her gasp of pleasure, as his pubic bone smacked up
hard into the smooth crevice between her whitely trembling buttocks.
Carla's agile, knowing tongue snaked out to lick insanely at Joan's
erect, pulsatingly hard clitoris, concentrating on the tiny, sensitive head of
it. The exquisitely racing sensations caused her to moan aloud; then as she
heard Carla's sharply in-drawn gasp, she looked up to see that the man Carla
had called Jay was standing behind her woman lover's buttocks, a contorted look
of pure lust on his face, as he rammed his massive, fully erect cock deep into
Carla's warmly clasping vaginal opening. In that instant, she realized that
she was now part of a three-linked chain, with Carla being the middle length...
both active and passive... giving and receiving, at one and the same time. It
crossed her mind faintly: Will they be expecting m-me... to... to do that...
too...? Then, she wondered for a moment about it... wondered what she would
do... or whether she would even consider it... if it came up, but she forgot it
promptly. Those delicious sensations down there, between her legs, were
driving her wild with sensual delirium, and mindlessly, she ground her loins up
to Carla's hungry mouth, to seek a forbidden ecstasy again.
Standing behind Carla, Jay drove his goring cock in and out of her, like
a rutting boar, as his aching, rock-hard shaft soared far up into the warm,
moist depths of her clasping vaginal sheath.
... And Carla, who had spiraled upward to the very brink of her orgasm...
and hung there for what seemed an eternity, stimulated first by that tormenting
feather then by his licking, sucking mouth, was nudged over the edge quickly,
into soaring orgasm... a release that shattered her, as she convulsed, again
and again, under his plundering assault from the rear. She exploded like a
stick of dynamite, with a delayed fuse.
Finally... she was there. She came, screaming, "Oh, my God! IIIII'mmmmm
Cuuuuuummmmmmmiiiiiinnngg! AAAAMAAaaaaaaauuuuuuuggggghhhhh!"
Her vision dimmed, hearing blurred, and suddenly she was weak, unable to
hold herself up on knees and elbows. She collapsed into a satiated heap on top
of Joan, moaning out her exquisite joy, almost unconscious from the intensity
of her final release... and, as she collapsed, falling forward to lie prone on
top of Joan, Jay's rampaging cock was pulled clear of her still moistly milking
cunt, to leave them both frustrated and unsatiated.
Joan groaned, "Oh... p-please... Carla... keep on doing it?"
"God damn!" Jay exploded. "Just when it was getting good!"
Desperately he tried to haul the auburn-haired one's hips back into
position, but she was relaxed, dead weight, her body refusing to function.
Christ! He had to go on... now, and with Carla out of action, there was only
one thing left to do...
Pausing only long enough to roll Carla's sex-satisfied body aside, he
crawled up between the softly grinding whiteness of Joan's still widespread
thighs and wedged himself down between them.
"Joan, Baby-whoever you are-" he growled, "we're both in the same boat...
frustrated as hell... and I'm going to fuck you... right now!"
It was confusing. Things had happened so fast that Joan hadn't time to
think about it at all. It just happened... and she let it happen. She didn't
object, because it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world.
"Oh, God... yessss!" she gasped, reaching down between them to guide the
massively hardened shaft of his cock straight into her searingly aroused cuntal
passage.
Flicking his hips, Jay plunged the hardness of his almost bursting cock
deep into the moistly clinging depths of her pussy, goring into her with
demonic fury... and on the instant, Joan became an adulteress, helpless to
change the firm course of events. She could not have denied the demands of her
sexually aroused body then... even if she had wanted to do so. Her tensions
building during the day, her watching Jay and Carla... followed by the taunting
stimulation of Carla's mouth all worked against her... and she was too far
gone...
Joan groaned as his throbbingly lust-inflated cock slammed deep into her,
the bulbous head pressing waves of her tender vaginal walls ahead of it, until
with a sharp smack, his sperm-laden balls slapped up against the nakedness of
her trembling upturned buttocks.
Afraid that he had held himself back too long, Jay began to fuck in and
out of her hungrily clasping young vaginal sheath with insane, plundering
lunges, using all the strength of his body to drive his demanding cock deeper
and deeper and faster and faster, while beneath him, Joan, oblivious to all but
the ecstatic sensations racing through her, began to match him, lifting her
loins up to him in counteringly undulant gyrations.
... and suddenly she was on a run-away escalator that hurtled her upwards
toward her orgasm... and she heard herself, chant up into his face, "Fuck me!
Hard! Oh, God... fuck me!"
Instinctively, she pulled her thighs back to her chest, until her aching,
perspiring breasts were mashed flat, and she felt him bear down hard on her,
his torso pressing her legs back even farther. The whole of her now hotly
pulsating pussy was offered up to him, allowing him to thrust all the more
deeply into her wildly convulsing belly.
Writhing sensuously under him, Joan's head flailed from side to side, as
she climaxed in shuddering emotional release, her body seeming to soar into
deep space, where for a moment, there was no time or place, only the rapture of
completion, the fulfillment of a promise.
"Oooooh... OOOOOooooohhhhhh! Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!" she screamed. "I'm...
going... to... cuuuuummmmmmm!"
Several slamming strokes later, Jay's spewing orgasm came to him, his
hotly jetting semen racing the full length of his wildly pumping cock to splash
deep up into the moist warmth of her involuntarily milking cuntal passage.
Then, with a groan, he slumped down on top of her, completely spent...
satisfied. "God damn!" he blurted. Two of them! I fucked two women... one
after the other!
Beneath him, Joan felt the throbbing lurches of his pumping cock, as her
own sexual excitement began slowly to subside... and, then, reality intruded.
Suddenly, she realized what had happened. OOooh, My God! I've just cheated on
Arnie! It's adultery!... And, I didn't want that... didn't intend to... to...
Tears of remorse began streaming down her eyes. I've got to get out...
of here! "Let me up!" she wailed.
Jay complied, rolling away from her to his side, as she quickly scrambled
off the bed, pulled her skirt down around her thighs and made for the door.
Raising herself up on an elbow, Carla called after her, "Joan, honey...
don't leave, yet... please?"
Her plea fell on deaf ears. Joan was determined to leave. She was
already at the front door, when Carla called to her, again, "Will you... come
back, Joan?"
The door slammed.
"Joan... who...?" Jay asked. Hell! I never saw her naked!
"I don't know... just Joan..." Carla answered dismally. "She'll probably
not... come back, again."
"Do you have a thing with her?"
"We could have... I think!"
He reached out for her to take her into his arms, but she resisted him,
saying, "You got all... and more than you came for... so you might as well buzz
off, too!"
Jay knew she was right. "Okay..." he agreed.
"Are you a private detective...?"
"Yeah..."
"I hope you drop dead!" she snapped vehemently. "... Because... if they
ever find out... you were here..."
"Don't worry... everything you told me is confidential! I'll never tell!"
he assured her.
"Oh, God, I hope so! Now, get the hell out of here!"
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