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San Francisco is, as connoisseurs of female flesh are quick to point
out, a city full of extremely beautiful girls. To this already happy
horde were added two more: Nichole and Kim. They arrived in the
afternoon. Nichole's apartment was all that she said it was - and
more. It was spacious and Kim would have a bedroom of her own. The
sensual looking brunette mixed drinks right away, then told Kim to
wander around and make herself at home, while she made some phone
calls.

Kim moved around the expensive apartment, admiring the furniture and
paintings, only half-listening to Nichole. Suddenly, she was listening
hard. "That's right. Her name is Kim Stewart, and she's a real
knockout. Yeah. Yeah. Relax, she's married. That's right, I said
married. Be here about six."

Nichole hung up and waved a depreciating hand at Kim's wondering
stare. "Relax! All I'm doing is lining up dates for us. Escorts.
Listen, it's easier with an escort. Lots of places we couldn't go if
it wasn't for escorts. Besides, they know you're married, and all
they're doing is acting as an escort. God, Kim," Nichole frowned,
"sometimes you're an old maid."

The words stung. Kim tried not to show it. All she had done was direct
a questioning frown at Nichole. Could the brunette be right? Wasn't
she, after all, leaping to conclusions? Wasn't Nichole doing nothing
more than being thoughtful by providing her with am escort? Maybe she
was getting to be an old maid. Maybe she missed Hank too much and felt
a vulnerability in the big city. But that feeling of dread was on her
again! It stayed with her the rest of the afternoon. They lunched in a
smart place on Union Street, and Nichole seemed possessed of a wooden
leg, belting one scotch on the rocks down after another. Back at the
apartment, she mixed even more drinks while they awaited their
"escorts."

Kim was feeling no pain by the time the two men got there, yet that
feeling of impending doom took an immediate surge when Nichole said,
"Kim, I want you to meet Klaus. And this big one here is Ernie.
Gentlemen, this is Mrs. Kim Stewart."

They were polite enough and well-dressed. Klaus had a slight accent
and a look that she didn't like. Ernie was rougher, bigger, quieter,
and tough with a cynical smile below his broken nose. Klaus introduced
himself somewhat formally, saying he was in "Transportation. Ernie
there is in security." Kim got the distinct impression that Ernie was
a private detective or had something to do with plainclothes work for
the police.

They sat around and chatted about the coming evening. Right before the
doorbell rang, Nichole had given Kim a pep talk, telling her not to
let it all hang out, but to try and concentrate on other things and
just have a good time... going out on the town for a change and having
a ball. Now, the red-haired housewife sat, trying to appear gay and
sophisticated to Klaus. 

"Ve vill show you the sights, North Beach and the topless-bottomless
clubs."

"Klaus," Nichole cut in, "maybe I didn't tell you on the phone, but,
well..."

Her words died in the air and they all looked at one another. That is,
except for Kim who felt embarrassed because no one looked at her.

"Vell, vhat?" Klaus asked, hissing the S out.

"Well... I don't think Kim... I don't know if she's ready for that."

"Ready?" Klaus looked at Kim in mock amazement. "Ready? My dear
Nichole, I must say you can be condescending when you wish to be. What
you're saying is that Mrs. Stewart, a mature, married, and, I must say
attractive, female isn't 'ready' to see a naked woman dance on a
stage. You make it sound like she's not quite old enough, or hasn't
had enough experience to see something so risque, is that it? Or," he
added teasingly, "perhaps it is beneath her?"

"No!" Kim was surprised how quickly she interrupted. "No, that isn't
it at all."

"No?" Klaus looked superior. "Then perhaps it's too much for Nichole.
Perhaps she is using you to hide behind"

Nichole and Ernie both erupted in raucous laughter. Kim joined in self
consciously, playing the role of the big city sophisticate even though
she didn't like it. No matter what, she had her pride, and she wasn't
going to let them be patronizing to her. Carmel was a small town in
population only. Down on the peninsula, they were as sophisticated as
anyone. "No," she said, pretending to be worldly. "As a matter of
fact, I'm dying to see one."

"You sure?"

Nichole asked the words with such obvious condescension, asking the
question as if Kim were five years old. Anger flushed in her. No
matter what, she didn't like being made fun of. No one did! The
red-haired wife's back stiffened. "Of course. Can we go now and not
waste time?"

Klaus glanced at his watch. "Yes, I think we can catch an earlier
show."

Ernie grinned at her. "We're just being friendly. Don't want to scare
you."

"Don't worry," Kim said, flirting a bit with Ernie and enjoying her
audacity. "I've been around a bit."

Klaus, Ernie, and Nichole exchanged a smiling look that annoyed Kim,
for she didn't share in whatever confidence they were exchanging.
Finally, Klaus said, "Shouldn't we get prepared for the event?"

"Fine with me," Ernie said, getting a flat cigarette case out.

Kim's back bristled. Perhaps she was all wrong, but she thought she
knew what was going to happen. She couldn't speak as she watched Ernie
carefully take a thin, dark brown cigarette out of his case and
carefully hand it to Klaus who sniffed it, smiled, and just as
carefully handed it to Kim. "Very good," he growled.

Kim held it like it was a bomb and passed is to Nichole with a pasty
smile on her face. Nichole leaned to her, her voice lowered. "This is
hashish. The very finest. Have you ever had any?"

Numbly, Kim shook her head. She knew what marijuana was, but wasn't
sure what hashish was. Whatever it was, she didn't want any. "Just
take a few drags of it, and if you don't like it, stop."

That sounded fair and none of the others seemed at all alarmed. It was
a bad scene, an uncomfortable situation to be in, yet she was
determined to bluff it through. Again, her feeling of dread came over
her in a rush.

"Slowly, slowly," Klaus instructed her as she took a drag from the
lighted cigarette he offered her. She had watched him inhale, and she
did it very gently. It had a strange but not unpleasant taste. She
took the cigarette again when it came around to her and inhaled deeper
on the next puff and held it down the way everyone else was doing.

After three or four inhalations, Kim could hardly feel it going down,
it was so smooth. Soon, it seemed like she was doing nothing but
holding her breath.

"I don't feel a thing," she said in a voice that didn't sound like
her. She looked at Klaus and Nichole on either side of her, and they
suddenly looked as if they were miles and miles away. 

"Do you feel anything?"

"Yes, darling, I feel the world. I feel old San Francisco and it's hot
and it's horny." It seemed a logical answer to Kim, and suddenly she
felt the same way too. She bad never felt the world around her before.
How strange, how odd not to be vitally aware of the universe around
her.

She was inhaling again and liking the taste it left in her mouth. The
longer it stayed down the softer it felt inside... and the softer she
felt!

She sat in silence, lulled, taking the newly offered brown cigarette
like a robot, inhaling and passing it along to Nichole. She could feel
the pressure of Klaus' leg against her thigh, but the inhalation duped
her fears. In fact, it dulled all her fears, even that feeling of
impending dread. His leg felt good, and she returned the pressure
slightly to let him know she didn't mind. She was going to show them
she was liberal minded.

The drugged young wife now didn't seem to mind anything at all... not
with that sweet smoke in her... she could feel it licking smoky and
seductive deep inside... deeper than she had felt anything since that
night in the bathroom. She didn't even mind thinking of that now, and
she pressed her warm fleshy thigh even tighter against Klaus' knee.

The pungent sweetness of the narcotic hung heavy in the room and in
the cab as they rode to North Beach all crammed next to one another.
Kim liked the feeling of Ernie's powerful body pressed next to her. As
the taxi swayed across town, she began to realize that the pungent
aroma, that deadly sweet odor, was not only in her nostrils, but in
her mind as well.

She reeled under the total impact of the drug and felt giddy and
silly, and was glad she had Nichole and Ernie and Klaus to guide her
about and be responsible for her. Without them, she would have gone
where bidded and done what she was told. She felt like a butterfly
borne, tossed, and turned on some mighty slipstream, buffeted about
without being able to help it. The world was too large and too full of
distractions for her to be able to make any decisions. Dimly, she
could divine that Ernie was with Nichole and Klaus was her date...
escort.



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