It had been a spontaneous thing: Randi had only to take him to the bedroom when he'd hugged her to him and began to kiss her face all over. She seemed out of her mind with joy, while he wasn't sure but what he might lose his own wits in the happiness of seeing and holding her again.
"I've never forgotten you, Gil!" she gasped.
"And I dream of you night and day!" he gasped, running his hands over her near-naked body.
"Oh… oh Darling, what can we do? I love you so… and… and he's a monster! He'd kill me if he ever knew…!"
"I know! I know!" Gil panted, holding her protectively to him, wanting to give her courage but knowing no way. "Oh Christ… he's got me in the bag! In the bag, Baby! We… we bought some land for a race-track that isn't going to materialize. I'm into the bank two-hundred thousand with no collateral, and he knows it. Today, we found out the deal had fallen through… now, if I can't pedal that land… and who wants it? But… if I don't I'm dead… dead, Baby, dead!"
Randi pressed away from him gently. A tiny smile spread her sweet face. "And of course, he won't help you. That's his way of eventually imprisoning people… always on a gradual basis… until you're suddenly overwhelmed by the impossibility of it…"
"But, why me? Christ almighty! I've got nothing he wants!" Gil spat, shaking his head and moving away from her. "I'm no woman he can make a tool of…"
"Of course you're not," Darrel Jenkins said, easing the door open and entering their room. He smiled broadly, grotesquely. Then, he chuckled out loud. "Sorry, Gil, but the room's bugged… purposely, of course. Randi knew it; I told her earlier."
Gil looked at the voluptuous redhead who had turned from him, as if unable to face him any longer. She dropped her head and looked toward her hands.
"May I leave now, Darrel?"
"Sure… of course, Baby," Jenkins replied softly, swinging slowly to watch her walk from the room without glancing back, then, turning to face Gil. "An enchanting creature, isn't she? Of all my wives, I think I prefer her most. Exciting tits and an enchanting ass…"
When she'd turned her back to him, Gil realized she had done so to save herself… the same self-preservation… and then, she was gone. He turned to Jenkins.
"What's this all about, Darrel?" he questioned, taking a step forward. "You knew that racetrack wasn't going in there. The City Council voted against it three days ago! Nick Douglas told me this morning… you were there!"
Darrel Jenkins continued to smile. He walked over to the bed and sat his deformed frame on the edge of it. "I knew," he answered softly.
"But why? Why didn't you tell me? You're well aware that I had to make a loan… a sizable loan to cover my half…?"
Jenkins chuckled. "Yes, Gil, I knew that, too. Just as I know how broke you are… and how you'll be sucked right into prison unless I cover for you… which I'm willing to do…"
"Y-Y-You're what?"
"You heard me well, I'm sure, Gil," the deformed little man said, regaining his feet and walking absently about the room. "I'm ready to save your ass… your worthless ass… for what value it has to me."
Gil stared at him, completely blank in his mind on what might come next. Nevertheless, he said: "And… and what is that… that value, Mr. Jenkins?"
The little man stood with his back to him. He turned slowly at Gil's words and smiled. "I thought you knew already," he said, scratching obscenely at his crotch. "Your lovely family. Gil… your wife and daughter… lovely girls… I've admired them for ages, especially your Jan…" He crossed the room once more with his back to Gil. "Yes… it seems that we might be able to work something out for you, Martin… I mean, God knows, I wouldn't want you to go to prison, eh?"
Gil was dumbfounded. He could only stare at the monstrosity. And then, it all slowly registered, every single word he had spoken… its full meaning enshrouding him slowly, but overwhelmingly.
"You… you bastard! You can't mean… can't mean what I think you do!" Gil spat, his anger mounting into blinding rage as he stared at the little man.
Jenkins saw it. But he seemed anything but frightened. He said: "Don't try anything foolish in your ire, Gil. It'd only be a mistake. I've men in the apartment tonight purposely. You see, I had an idea you wouldn't quite understand the first time… eh?"
"You're a fucking fiend! You miserable little ogre!" Gil spat viciously.
Jenkins' face grew solemn for a moment, then relaxed into its perverted smile once more. "I'm sorry you feel that way about me, Gil. You know, I kind of liked you… even though you're a stupid individual… money-hungry and like that. All the same, my deal still holds." He came closer, his agate eyes leveled fiendishly. "Your wife for ten years of your life, Martin! Your wife and lovely daughter! You see… I have a hell of a yen to fuck them both… my way!"
PART THREE: LEE
CHAPTER SIX
Lee Martin sat by the window from where he had watched the sun rise. He had awakened an hour before dawn, unable to sleep or think of anything but what Millie had told him. She was pregnant! And what were they going to do about it? Whamo! Right smack in the friggin' mouth! For eons, he'd just sat and stared at her. They'd gone to her house from the stinko-party, in the wee-hours, of course, and plodded right into her bedroom, stripping to ball-it in the same old style… no prelims, no anything, just fall to.
Why be wary? The good judge and Millie's mother were undoubtedly at the Links club-house as were his own parents, not expected before the first crow pissed at daybreak. Hell, even if the club burned down and they were forced home early, they'd never look in to find out whether their daughter was home or not… anymore than his folks would… so there was no sweat.
"I–I'm pregnant, Lee," she'd said, sitting on her side of the bed. She might've whapped him in the face with a wet towel!
"Pre… Pregnant…?" he'd stammered, wilting backwards and rolling onto his naked side to stare at her.
She lay down beside him, stretching out, her arm draping over her face, half-hiding it. "Pregnant!" she repeated, "knocked up… going to have a baby… your baby, Lee Martin!"
He gaped at her, his mouth drying out. She started to sit up, then, lay back down, her fantastic tits spreading all over her chest like hand-molded, yeast-filled globs of creamy bread-dough. Her unequaled and delightful firm tits were the stellar attraction in any room she ever entered or left. They'd captivated him, and he couldn't think of a guy he knew who wouldn't like to get his hands on them… and she was aware of it… Maybe, maybe, they had, he thought momentarily!
"Y-You sure? I mean… how do you know?"
"How do you know the time? You examine a clock, eh? I went to a doctor… a doctor in Tempe," she answered, not looking at him.
He studied her subconsciously, lying there on her back, long and luscious, admiring her lengthy raven hair… like his mom's, he thought… heavy over her shoulders… and sexy… yeah, sexy… Man, she was an attractive chick, all right, with a wide, sensual-mouthed, warm smile… and dark eyes like his mom, too… with legs and an ass that guys gaped after. But shit! He had no deep feeling for her! She was just a good-time, swinging doll! Jesus Christ, he didn't want her to be knocked up!
"This doctor… he could be wrong, eh?"
"No chance, Baby. I've had the frog-test," she answered miserably.
"There's nothing left but the spawning! I'm up! Now, what?"
"Hell… I don't know right off hand…! Give me a minute to digest it, will you?"
"Take five," she answered sarcastically.
"Thanks…"
She'd stirred beside him, then sat up abruptly. "Shit!" she spat. "I know you don't want to marry me!"
"M-M-Marry you? Jumpin' Christ, Millie, I'm only fifteen! And what're you… almost seventeen? Man, what a beautiful pair we'd make trying to cut it in this fucking establishment! Of course, I could always get another paper-route like I had in Tucson…!"