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Chapter 2

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Death Row - Part 2

By Waldo


Chapter 2 - The robbery

The naked woman sat up on the bed in the dark motel room, 
taking a moment to balance herself as she stood unsteadily on her 
bare feet. The small amount of street light coming through an 
uncurtained motel window revealed that her body was coated with 
a light coat of sweat and her dark patch of pubic hair was matted 
with drying cum. She picked up the overnight bag that she'd 
placed on the room's single cheap vinyl chair when they first 
checked into the motel room two hours ago. She carried the bag 
into the bathroom, shutting the door hard, not caring if she woke 
the snoring man in the bed that she'd just vacated.

Dropping the bag on the floor and squatting on the commode, she 
peed as she lit a cigarette. As soon as her cigarette was glowing, 
she poked through the bag, stirring up the clothes until she found 
the pint bottle of whiskey that had been hidden in the bag earlier. 
She broke the seal on the whisky bottle and removed the ever-
constant cigarette just long enough to fill her mouth with a big 
mouthful of the whiskey. As the strong taste of the whiskey coated 
her mouth, she tilted her head back, shutting her eyes as she 
prepared to swallow the liquid. She was still slightly drunk from 
the alcohol consumed earlier in the evening but craved more of 
that devil's brew that she so enjoyed.

Wiping herself quickly between the legs, she stood and stared at 
her messed hair and naked body in the bathroom mirror. Her 
smeared makeup made her eyes look garishly made up, and the 
bloodshot eyes from her almost constant drinking binges 
transformed her naturally beautiful face into a ostentatious-
looking face that only a person into punk rock bands could 
appreciate. She'd quickly learned that it's hard work to be 
beautiful. Staring at her unattractive appearance, her eyes 
squinted as a curl of smoke drifted up from the cigarette dangling 
from her thickly coated crimson lips, aggravating her bloodshot 
eyes a little more.

Over the last couple of weeks, she'd lost some weight and it was 
beginning to show on her - her face was looking a little gaunt and 
her skin was getting loose. The female body had always been 
naturally skinny, but the new Andrea's combination of constant 
drinking binges, not eating, staying out late in bars, and slutty, 
extremely promiscuous new habits were beginning to show - she 
was looking thin and a little burned-out. Over the last several 
weeks, the body had been subjected to an arduous lifestyle of 
booze, beds, cigarettes, bars, beds and more booze.

The alcohol's warm fire burning in her belly restored some of her 
energy. Feeling the rush from the booze, she swallowed another 
mouthful, then stared at the image of the woman's body reflected 
back by the mirror. The ever-constant cigarette bobbed up and 
down in her mouth as she whispered out loud to herself "Andrea, 
my dear, you can't hold your booze. You're one cheap date.  Why 
couldn't I have met someone like you when I was younger and 
needing pussy?" 

Laughing silently at her self-depreciation, she turned the water on, 
soaped up a washcloth and spread her legs, placing one foot on the 
commode. Standing in that position, she wiped the dried cum and 
slight drainage still leaking from within her, with the warm 
washcloth as if it was a natural cleansing motion that she'd done 
all her life.

Staring down at her chest, she saw the first signs of a bruise 
forming. Although she'd told the man "No hickeys", the man's 
limited foreplay had been concentrated on sucking on her chest 
and neck as his heavier, stronger body kept her pinned 
underneath him.

He hadn't been as good a fuck as she originally thought he would 
be. After all, he had the stereotype build and appearance that's 
synonymous with good sex and ideal male fantasies. He was suave, 
tall, dark haired, well-groomed, had a sparkling personality, 
handsome, and had the ultimate clue to his sexual performance 
potential - long fat fingers.

They had met in a bar and although she was already a little 
unsteady on her feet from her alcohol intake, something invisible 
clicked as they stared into each other eyes from across the room. 
She felt that deep and very enjoyable itch develop in her groin as 
she sized up the man - that signal that her new woman's body 
needed a man's cock and this was the man. 

He had confidently eased up to the bar beside her, glanced down at 
her exposed cleavage and introduced himself with the simple 
suggestion that they go back to his motel room for a mutual grope 
session. It was the same thing Andrea was going to suggest, but 
she was going to play the shy woman role for at least thirty 
seconds first. She responded to his offer with a wink. Then the 
man offered to pay her to service him. For a second, she 
considered slapping him for mistaking her for a prostitute - she 
was no more slutty dressed tonight than normal. When she 
considered that she wanted to fuck him anyway, she rationalized 
her acceptance by deciding that two hundred dollars was two 
hundred dollars more than what she had now.

She'd driven him back to his motel in her new convertible. He'd 
been a little worried from the way that she was somewhat unsteady 
on her feet and slurred her words, but she resolved any concerns 
that he might've had over her possible impaired driving ability, by 
hiking her skirt up and guiding his hand up between her thighs. 
Before she ever started the engine, he knew that she wasn't 
wearing panties and she got him to forget about her driving.

At the motel, she found out the hard way that all that glitters isn't 
gold. He'd been a lousy fuck. Get undressed, get in bed, spread 
your legs, and here it comes was his style. Acting as if he didn't 
know the meaning of the word 'foreplay', he forced his hard but 
small cock into her and quickly shoved a small load of jism into 
her before her internal lubrication kicked in.

This wasn't the first time in either of her lives that she'd 
participated in a thirty-second fuck. One of the old jail boyfriends 
from the days when she'd been Robert Williams, was notorious for 
pre-ejaculation, but there was a distinct difference between being a 
male or female recipient - her new female body wasn't satisfied 
with the quick slam-blam-snore type of seduction.

As soon as the last spasm of jism trickled from this man's semi-
hard cock, he rolled off of her just-getting-warmed-up body. 
Propping himself up on the pillows, he ignored her teasing hand 
and pleading voice as he flipped on the television set. Rolling over 
and digging her fingernails into the bedsheet as that deep itch still 
burned within her crotch, she thought about leaving him, but the 
gnawing crotch itch convinced her to decide to give him another 
chance. After all, a cock in bed is better than two cocks in a bar.

Thirty minutes later, she admitted to herself that it was better the 
second time. Not much but forty-five seconds are much better than 
thirty seconds, she declared to him in a sarcastic tone. To entice 
him into a better performance the second time, she'd played with 
him, rubbing her body over his body, nibbling on his neck, 
tonguing his ear, sucking his flaccid cock and even probed his 
asshole with her tongue. But, he kept the television on and 
pretended to be more interested in the info-commercial. She 
grabbed the remote to turn the television off, resulting him getting 
a little rough with her - which she didn't mind as she noticed that 
he became slightly erect from his physical dominance of her. 
Changing her bedside manner to that of a misbehaving slut that 
had to be lightly punished, she soon had his small cock sticking 
straight up.

Feeling satisfied with the change in his now-erect cock, she 
insisted on a little foreplay, but just as before, he revealed that his 
mutual sexual skills were extremely self-centered. Although he 
lasted a few seconds longer, her hungry female body still hadn't 
been satisfied. As he rolled off of her insatiated body after the 
second quick time, he curled up in a little ball in the middle of the 
bed and fell asleep. That's when she got up and went to the 
bathroom to pee and clean up.

She didn't put the dress back on, but put on some jeans and a 
blouse from her bag that she'd learned to keep in her car's trunk 
for times like this.

Looking at her face in the mirror, she noticed that her eyes were 
looking bloodshot and tired. Five minutes later, it was a different 
face reflected back from the mirror. In just a few weeks, the new 
Andrea had learned how to do a masterful makeup job with her 
new face and delicate features. The eyes now looked large and 
bright, accented with eyeshadow and mascara, her cheeks glowed 
with the blush of rouge, her lips were as red as cherries, perfectly 
shaped into a Cupid's bow pout.

Satisfied with her face, she examined her profile as she brushed 
her lustrous hair. Andrea's hair was long, thick, and now a rich 
golden red color - a color that Robert Williams remembered had 
made the actress Ann Margaret stand out from the other women. A 
quick skillful touch of the brush and it was curling under slightly 
as it touched her shoulders. Her hands gathered her hair up and 
swept it up off the nape of her neck. Holding her hair up with one 
hand, she threaded a barrette through her hair and snapped it 
tight.

Satisfied with her appearance, she slipped on a pair of tennis 
shoes. Looking at herself in the mirror, it looked like the old 
Andrea Bell, except for the different hair color.

She strode into the bedroom, and turned the overhead light on, not 
caring if she woke the man up. As she packed her dress into her 
overnight bag, he woke up and rolled over. He lay on the bed and 
began playing with himself as he watched her. When she was 
packed, she picked up her purse and sat down on the bed beside 
him.

"I've got to go. There's something else that I want to do tonight. You 
owe me some money."

"Why don't you spend the rest of the night with me? We've still got 
some sex due me." he grinned sardonically as he stroked his cock.

"Your exact words were - 'I'll pay you two hundred dollars if you'll 
let me fuck you'. I let you fuck me twice - using your interpretation 
of what it means to fuck - so you really owe me four hundred 
dollars." she smiled at him, using the same bland smile that she 
would give to a super market clerk.

He changed hands, continuing his stroking as his other large, 
meaty hand wrapped around her small wrist. Holding her as he 
squeezed her wrist, he whispered "You're not going anywhere 
tonight and I'm not paying you a fucking penny. If you don't want 
your arm broken, you'll undress quickly and let me stick my cock 
up your ass."

Her smile changed, as she cooed "At last you're showing that 
you've got some balls. I like a man that likes it rough. I was just 
joking about leaving. Let me do that for you."

She shifted position on the bed slightly so that she was lying close 
to his very erect cock, while he continued to hold onto one of her 
wrists. She used her free hand to push his hand away from his 
cock and wrapped her small, slender hand around his cock as she 
continued the jacking motions on his cock. She slowly stroked his 
cock, letting her hand shift from the base of the shaft to the 
cockhead, then back to the bottom.

After several slow strokes, she whispered in a very seductive voice 
"My hand's too dry. Let me lubricate my hand."

She bowed her head over his cock, timing her approach to the 
downward stroke of her hand. Her mouth opened and her lips 
wrapped around his cockhead. As she teased his cockhead with 
her wet tongue, he groaned and released his grip on her other 
wrist. She pulled her lips away from his cockhead, a thin trail of 
drool dripping from her mouth, as her hand came back up, closing 
his foreskin over the wet cockhead. She repeated the downward 
thrust and the mouth lubrication, taking more of his cock into her 
mouth. As her hand slowly rose again on his shaft, she again 
pulled back.

She whispered "Spread your legs and I'll give you a blowjob that 
you'll never forget."

He groaned and scooted up on the bed, spreading his legs as he 
watched her shift position so that she was on the lower half of the 
bed, her head inches from his stiff erection. Her long fingernails 
were teasing his balls as she blew her warm, gentle breath on the 
slightly damp cockhead. He shut his eyes as her warm mouth 
wrapped around his cock, her tongue guiding his cock into her 
mouth and her hand wrapping around his balls. He arched his 
back slightly, lifting his ass off the bed as he arched to thrust his 
cock deeper into her mouth, knowing that he would force it all the 
way into her throat in the next several seconds. As her mouth 
eased down his shaft, he grinned, enjoying the feeling of his 
cockhead rubbing against that floppy thing in her throat. She 
pulled her mouth back in a teasing manner until only the 
cockhead was within her mouth as her hands teased his balls.

Then she lived up to her promise - to give him a blowjob that he'd 
never forget.

She squeezed his balls as hard as she could while biting hard on 
his cock's shaft, lightly tasting his blood as her teeth penetrated 
his skin. As the pain roared through his body, his only thoughts 
were for a quick death.

He didn't feel her release his cock or balls as he curled up into a 
ball and began throwing up from the pain. He didn't see her open 
his wallet and remove all of his money. He didn't see her pick up 
her purse and bag or see her walk out of the motel room. He was 
too busy curling up and screaming from the pain, trying to find a 
position where the tremendous pain would stop.

She put her overnight bag in her car trunk, still hearing his loud 
screams behind the closed door, knowing that she only had a few 
more seconds before the motel manager would call the police. She 
pulled out on the main road and drove away as she lit a cigarette. 
Resting the cigarette on the ashtray full of old butts, she fumbled 
with the whiskey bottle cap, wanting to rinse the acrid taste of his 
cock from her mouth. She filled her mouth with the whiskey and 
rinsed her mouth with a gargle motion, then swallowed the liquid 
that she used as a mouthwash. Rapidly filling her mouth with 
another large gulp, she also downed that mouthful. As the liquor 
cleaned her taste buds and started its magical fire within her belly; 
she flipped open her purse, pulling out the loaded pistol that she 
usually carried. Laying the pistol on the seat, she looked at the 
time, knowing that she had time to visit her new friend, Bob, just 
as he closed up his liquor store for the night.

******

It was four hours later. Andrea Bell was sitting in an all-night 
diner, sipping on coffee and nervously smoking a cigarette. The 
diner was a hundred and fifty miles away from the motel where 
she'd left the screaming asshole that didn't want to pay his debts - 
and from where she'd left Bob.

The liquor store clerk's face lit up when she came in, just as he 
was getting ready to lock the front door. He smiled when she 
suggested that he lock up and they go into the storeroom for 
awhile. In the storeroom, she saw the video recorder that 
controlled the cameras and knew that the conditions were right.

Like a fucking fool, Bob resisted the robbery. When she left, an 
unconscious Bob was lying on the floor, the floor coated with blood 
from his head wound - two shots fired from her pistol. He thought 
that he could overpower her smaller body so she didn't hesitate to 
pump a couple of bullets into him. Not only did she take about 
four thousand dollars from Bob's cash drawer and safe, but also 
she filled her trunk with a couple of cases of her favorite whiskey. 
After packing her car trunk with the stolen whiskey bottles, she 
removed the video tapes from the video recorder, then purposely 
set off the alarm as she went out the door - knowing that the alarm 
would bring medical help for Bob. The tapes and her pistol were 
somewhere on the bottom of the Potomac River as she drove away 
from Washington.

She was at the diner, not so much to get something to eat, but to 
get out of town. As soon as she pulled the trigger, she knew that it 
was wrong and could lead to a new jail sentence if she was 
captured. And she didn't need the money because there still was a 
lot of money in Andrea's bank account.

It was the alcohol that caused her to do it - it wasn't the thrill that 
she got from a successful robbery, she lied to herself. She knew 
that she had to quit drinking so much, but also knew that she 
couldn't do without the burn and wonderful rush that the alcohol 
gave her body. She knew that she'd been living hard and fast the 
last couple of weeks, but that was because she was celebrating her 
escape from prison, and her new life - her new identity - her new 
sex - and her new freedom.

But the hard and fast living was quickly showing on her and she 
needed to slow down. She needed to relax and learn how to live a 
more sedate lifestyle - as a woman of leisure.

She unfolded the road map and looked at where she currently was. 
For thirty seconds, she stared at the map, and then her face lit up 
with a smile as she folded the map. She was only twenty miles 
from the prison where she'd spent her last three years as a man. 
Only half an hour from where Officer Mahoney lived. Smiling at her 
memory of how nice Officer Mahoney's tight, firm ass looked, she 
decided that his town was as good a town as any town to wait on 
Augustus' transfer.

******

"I want my will changed. Cut my brother out of everything. And I 
want an accident to occur to one of those pissy-ass in-laws that 
are always hanging around his house. Nothing fatal, just 
something to show him that he doesn't have me completely by the 
balls yet. I'm still in charge and I'll show him that I won't give up 
without a fight." yelled an angry John Augustus.

His general build and facial structure was so similar to the 
deceased actor Peter Lorre, that most people who met him expected 
him to be a psychotic killer. He was almost a clone except for his 
neatly trimmed beard and baldhead, but his deep barrel-chest 
voice wasn't the peek squeaked voice that people expected from 
Lorre.

Recent security changes at the prison had relaxed the previously 
tight security. Where the prisoners on Death Row previously were 
only able to meet visitors under security conditions expected for 
someone like the infamous Doctor Lector, the new relaxed security 
policies now permitted the lawyer to sit in the same room with his 
client.

Ignoring his client's ranting, the lawyer replied "I've got your 
execution delayed one last time. They were going to sentence you 
to die in thirty days, but I talked them into ninety days with the 
understanding that we won't appeal any more and that your health 
is failing. They would rather see you die of natural causes than 
execute you. A natural death doesn't get the standard group of 
protesters out front, trying to get their political perspectives on 
Page One of every newspaper in the state."

"Yeah, well, I'm going to escape both their chair and the Grim 
Reaper. I've got a date with a new body. Wish it wasn't a fucking 
cunt. I'm not looking forward to spending my next lifetime as a 
blonde bimbo. I can't make up my which is worse - dying or being 
stuck in a cunt's body."

"I haven't seen Miss Bell since she came to visit you, but she 
seemed to enjoy her new life."

"He was already a fucking queer. But I ain't and that's the 
difference. I trust Bob more than I trust my own brother and I 
don't trust Bob at all. My own brother - the fucking, scheming 
asshole. What else has he been doing to me while I've been in 
here?"

Stopping suddenly, John clutched his chest and balanced himself 
against the wall. The lawyer jumped to his feet and turned toward 
the locked door, but John's husky whisper "Stop!" caused the 
lawyer to pause.

Turning to face his client, John eased into a chair, his face 
extremely pale showing his weakness. He rested for a couple of 
seconds then whispered "I'm going downhill fast. I may not make 
my date with Candice. Hold off on my contract on my brother's 
family until after my death."

******

Candy always slept without any clothes on, preferring the 
sensation of snuggling up next to her naked husband, Mickey. 
Tonight and the last several nights, her husband was still two 
thousand miles away; and she needed the physical relief that his 
large cock provided her. She was lying curled up on the bed in the 
fetal position, wishing that Mickey was curled up around her, his 
hairy chest pressed against her back, and her hot sweaty body 
cradled against his body. Wishing that his arm was wrapped 
around her, holding her close to him; that his warm breath was 
ticking her neck; and most of all, that his cock was rubbing 
against her ass.

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to sleep unless she got some 
relief, she closed her eyes and cupped one breast in her hand, 
stroking and kneading the breast, feeling her nipples slowly 
become erect from her teasing. Shifting her hand to her boob, she 
whispered aloud to herself in a husky voice, trying to sound 
masculine, pretending it was her husband's hand that was probing 
her "Yes, you like this, don't you. You want me to fuck you, don't 
you? Admit that you're a cunt and you've got to have my dick. Tell 
me that you want me to fuck you!"

Stretching her upper leg and shifting it backwards to spread her 
legs wider open, she whimpered in her normal voice "Please, 
please, fuck me. I want you."

Her hand motion as she stroked her boobs increased speed as she 
began aggressively kneading herself. Changing hands, she trailed 
her hand down to her groin, pressing into the soft, curly golden-
blonde hairs, as she began stroking there also. She groaned as she 
parted her legs further, lifting her leg slightly, her finger prodding 
around the tender lips hidden behind the golden pubic hair. 
Whispering to herself in her husky masculine-sounding voice, she 
loudly groaned "Come on, you fucking bitch. Spread those legs. I 
know you want my cock. You're one super horny bitch that can't 
get enough of my cock, aren't you, bitch!"

Lifting her leg, she pretended that it was her husband's big cock 
pressing against her. In her daydream, she imagined that she 
reached between her legs and guided his cock with her hand, 
guiding it to her, as she rubbed his imaginary cock between her 
legs. Using her finger, she rubbed it in a slow, circular motion 
against her clitoris as she whispered his name "Mickey" in her 
normal voice.

Sitting up suddenly, she mumbled "Shit. Where's he at when I 
need him?"

She scooted across the bed, jerking open the nightstand drawer, 
removing a dildo and jar of Vaseline. She jerked the jar top from 
the jelly and liberally coated the dildo head. Rolling over on her 
back into her previous position, she placed the dildo head against 
her clitoris and tightly clinched her legs, enjoying the feel of the 
hard rubber dildo pressing against her tender flesh. 

Returning one hand to her nipple, she used the other hand to 
move the dildo a fraction of an inch every three or four seconds, 
enjoying the slow foreplay. She adjusted the dildo head so it was 
right in the middle of her vagina lips, then rubbed it back and forth 
slowly across the opening, enjoying the sensual feel of the hard 
substance coating her most sensitive body parts with the cool jelly.

"Almost as good as the real thing, isn't it bitch? Only it can only 
fuck you, not rape you. You like to be raped, don't you, you 
fucking cunt. But you really want to be fucked tonight, don't you - 
you horny, little cock sucker. Are you ready for my big fucking 
cock? I want to feel my hot and thick cock inside your wet pussy!" 
she said hoarsely in her increasing louder masculine voice.

"Yes. Take me", she whimpered in her normal voice as she rubbed 
the dildo's cockhead harder against her opening.

Her pussy lips were already wet from being rubbed so the dildo 
entered her with little effort. She groaned as the cockhead entered 
her and her vagina lips wrapped around the shaft.

"Slowly, take me slowly. You've got such a fucking big cock. It 
won't fit into me. Don't hurt me - please, don't hurt me. I'll do 
anything you want, and I mean it. I'll let you fuck me but please 
don't hurt me." she groaned in her normal female voice to her 
imaginary male lover, as she shifted her legs slightly to 
accommodate the dildo inside her; her face all aglow with 
excitement from the masturbation.

She pressed the dildo deeper, feeling her internal muscles gripping 
it and working it deep inside her. Releasing her grip on the dildo 
with her hand, she rolled on her back, cupping both breasts as she 
used her vagina muscles to grip the realistic feeling dildo. She 
continued kneading her breasts, enjoying the full feeling of the 
almost fully sheathed dildo completely inside her.

"That feels so good, dear." she whispered as she began moving her 
hips in a slow, circular pattern, holding the dildo inside her. 
Spreading her legs, she trailed one set of fingertips down her 
lightly sweat-coated body. Grasping the end of the dildo, she began 
to slowly piston the fake manhood deep into her innermost body 
cavity, varying the rhythm of her strokes to intensify the feeling.

She began talking loud, using her normal voice, saying works like 
"fuck" and "suck", as her heat of passion increased. Her voice 
volume kept increasing until she was screaming at the top of her 
voice, screaming phrases such as "YES!!! Give it to me! Oh, god! I 
love it, I love it! Oh, Mickey, your hard cock feels so good! Make it 
hurt!"

Her hand was pumping in a frenzy as she stroked the dildo in and 
out of her wet, shuddering pussy with complete abandon. She 
grunted and groaned loudly as one hand on her breasts squeezed 
her turgid nipples between the thumbs and forefingers sharply, 
painfully teasing the sensitive flesh.

She'd been screaming loudly all along, but her voice changed pitch 
and intensity as she let go of the dildo and grabbed the bed sheets, 
holding onto the bed as the orgasm roared through her body. She 
screamed a loud continuous scream as her body contracted and 
jerked.

Having reached that state of nirvana that she wanted, she rolled 
over and curled back up, enjoying the feel of the dildo still buried 
inside her. As she drifted off to sleep, she knew that her relaxed 
body would let the dildo fall out, as she slept. If it didn't - well, 
nothing like starting the morning off with a smile on your face, she 
thought.

******

Jeff Conway threw another chunk of wood onto the roaring 
campfire and took a sip of the whisky, before passing the bottle to 
the man that was staring at the fire. Scotty Walsh was a spitting 
younger image of his father - Clive Walsh. The old man owned the 
local junkyard and only shaved when he had to go to court to get 
his troublesome son out of jail. The son only shaved when he took 
a bath - shaving once every couple of weeks. Both men looked as if 
they could easily get hired as actors or technical consultants on 
the set of the old Deliverance movie.

"What do you think?" asked Jeff.

"Never heard nothing like it before. She's got a set of lungs that 
would win the hog-calling contest. I thought Denise got vocal when 
she got meat rammed into her, but this woman's easily got Denise 
beat. Does she do it every night?"

"I don't know. After that first time that I saw her naked and 
masturbating herself on a blanket, while she was sunning herself 
in the privacy of her backyard; I've sneaked over into her yard 
about six or seven nights over the last month. I've heard her just 
about the same time every night. I'm not sure if she's getting 
fucked or slaughtered."

"She sure wants it, doesn't she?" asked a grinning Scotty as a trace 
of drool started easing down his unshaven face.

"Yeah. What do you want to do?" asked Jeff as he re-passed the 
whiskey bottle to his friend.

"I don't know. I'm on probation and Dad's watching me like a 
hawk. If he knew I was up here with you, he'd beat the shit outa 
me and chain me to a wrecked car the way he does our junkyard 
guard dog. But I'll figure out some way to get me some of that 
pussy. Next time that I can sneak away and come out here with 
you, let's get closer."

******

Candy was walking through the house wearing only her bikini 
bottoms, ignoring the gentle swing of her breasts as she searched 
for something to read that she hadn't already read. She usually 
preferred to walk around completely naked, but she'd been out in 
the yard sunning earlier and had stripped off her bikini top as 
soon as she entered the safety of the house. 

Remembering the pile of books in one of the bedrooms that had 
been left by the previous occupants, she decided to see if there was 
anything interesting in the packed boxes. Opening one box, she 
discovered an art book with some papers sticking out. Examining 
the papers, she discovered a copy of a lease for the farmhouse 
made out to Andrea Bell. Skimming through the terms of the lease, 
Candy was surprised to see that the lease was for one year and 
still had about nine months before it was up. Putting the papers 
back in the book, she thought that she would ask her husband to 
check to see how that was possible, when she saw what she was 
really searching for - a old copy of Cosmo that she hadn't read yet.



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