“Clean,” he mumbled then. “The bastard is clean.
“Yeah,” the tall cop said, “and that’s about enough of this shit too. Go ahead mister. Sorry.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When Dallas got home the phone was ringing. It was Shapiro. “Look buddy-you remember what we were talking about today? Well, I want to tell you that we’re getting the state supreme court interested, and I’ve got that line open into the governor’s office.”
In the dark, but playing along, Dallas said, “The Governor?”
“Yeah baby. One of the boys is on his staff, and you know how all us Jews stick together. Now my friend Goldstein on the supreme court bench…”
There was more of the same, until Dallas fully realized what was happening, that Shapiro was putting on the listeners, using the bugged phone against them.
In fact, he was probably scaring hell out of some people, or would be soon as they heard the tapes.
“… and the ACLU is sending another lawyer, if we need him. Of course, I’ll make sure the TV cameras are there top-the whole shtick, you know. Okay baby-hang tight and don’t let the bastards get to you. Chou and shalom.”
“Goodbye,” Dallas said, and listened for the click. Then he hung up the phone and put a cassette on, turning the volume up high, feeling the room vibrate with the bass and knowing what it would do to the microphones.
Whistling, grabbing a quick shower, he padded back into the kitchen in tune to hear the cassette start over. Old terrycloth robe flapping, he mixed himself a long, cold drink.
Taking it into the living room, he sat in the big chair to drink it, and found, himself trying to listen through the pounding of the rock music. He wanted to hear something-a rattle of the back door, a girl’s soft voice, yet be didn’t.
Sol, Sladermann, guys on both sides of the fence had pointed out how dumb it would-be to play around with underage kids while all, the other nonsense was going on. He knew it himself, but he hadn’t made any attempt to cut it off.
Sooner or later he was going to get himself nailed to a wall because he was so horny for that beautiful young ass. And it sure as hell wasn’t because he was hard up. He had been fucking himself silly every night. Was Kathy coming tonight? She’d said so, and the kid didn’t lie; she didn’t believe in lying.
She believed in love and freedom for love, which made her a lot smarter than Dallas and most of his contemporaries.
Finishing his drink, he got up and walked to the kitchen door. The kids had been circling around, coming across the empty lot after it was dark, and using the bushes, the hedges for cover. They would have made pretty good scouts in the jungle, but he was damned glad they’d never have to try that job on for size.
He unlocked the door and went back for a refill, reminding himself that he’d have to lay in another case of beer. He preferred that to bourbon except on festive occasions. He was just dropping fresh ice cubes, into his glass when the door opened and closed all in one swift motion.
She was alone this time, and he wasn’t disappointed. Little Kathy Collins was so lovely; she lighted up the kitchen. He put a finger to his lips in warning, then pointed all around them and to his ear.
Kathy understood immediately that he hadn’t disconnected the bugs, and that they would have to be quiet. Dallas emphasized that by making a button motion at his mouth, and shaking his head. No talking he meant, for he didn’t know if voice would filter through the noise of the music or not.
Taking his arm, she led him into the bedroom pausing to turn down the sound as she did so. They lay on the bed, and he was glad for no squeaking, sounds. She whispered in his ear, “Daddy is furious. I heard him yelling on the phone, calling the defective names. And he was almost as bad when he phoned Mr.
Kingston. He didn’t ask me if I was in the protest this morning, just assumed I wouldn’t be. I don’t feel I’m betraying him or anything. He’s wrong and you’re right.”
She put one small band under his robe and found his balls “Besides,” she purred softly, I don’t dig my daddy the way I do you. But you know it could be my imagination, but I could swear that sometimes my father looks at me like-well, like he wants me.”
Dallas enjoyed the feel of her fingers caressing his soft cock, and knew the slow surging of blood that would soon fatten and stiffen it. He turned his face, breathing his question ever so quietly into her tiny ear as she struggled to, keep from giggling: “Did he ever try anything?”
She shook her head, and they went through the necessary motions of exchanging lips to ear. “No,” Kathy whispered, “but I get the feeling he’d like to. But my daddy is far too straight for anything like that. I don’t know what he does for sex either, unless he jacks off I mean, he doesn’t have any girl friends. Of course, he could be going to some whore, but that would have to be out of town where nobody would recognize him. Wow! Imagine daddy in a whorehouse.”
Kathy choked down a giggle again, and he clamped a hand over her mouth to help.
She clamped down on his prick, making him flinch, then relenting to stroke his hardening shaft. She reached his ear again and said, “Don’t move, don’t wiggle or anything. Just try to make that wonderful cock move inside my cunt, on its own like. I know you can make it jump if you try. But by itself and no squirming around.”
With that, she came out of her clothes and dropped them on the floor beside the bed. Kathy even helped him out of the robe, which was no big effort for either of them. When he lay back, propped on his elbows, she shoved him the rest of the way down so that he was flat on his back.
Then she pushed his legs apart, far apart, but not quite to the position of discomfort. His cock was standing tall as a flagpole by then, and throbbing with impatience. He dug fucking all her friends, but’, somehow Kathy’s pussy was special for him, a treasure of great price.
The overhead light was off and the drapes were drawn over locked windows; not even the little bedlamp was on, but Dallas could see her plainly in the light that fanned through from the living room, and she looked fantastic. Little pools of light played over the delicate curves of her body, touching the points of her nipples with gold, spilling down her flat, girlish belly to gather rubies in the alluring curls of her mound. Her thighs spread, incomparably soft, yet firm to the touch, and she was poised above him again.
“Don’t move,” she ordered him, and he wanted to obey her orders, was happy to gratify her whim, whatever it might be. She was such a jewel, this girl, so passionate and free, giving of herself with great gusto and verve. Briefly he wondered what the marriageable age was in this state. At this enchanted moment, he would marry her in a flash, and keep her close to him.
And her other lovers? As she lowered her richly feathered crotch upon the upright knob of his prick, Dallas wondered about them, but thought he could go along with whatever the girl wanted Then he grinned, realizing that she probably didn’t want to marry him, or anyone else, that Kathy Collins would no doubt continue as a free spirit, putting down all the established institutions.
Her pubic hair touched his cockhead, encompassed it, and the marvelous humid slot came down upon it, stretching itself to take him inside its hot and juicy depths.
Kathy slid down on his shaft, down until his balls were right up against the sweet, warm cleft of her ass. She ground once upon the buried meat, then lowered her upper body and stretched out her legs behind her. She was on top of him, lying perfectly still, but unable to disguise the ragged breathing in her throat.
It was a strange feeling, to force himself to remain motionless while his cock was hilt deep inside that divine pussy, while the head of it pulsed hungrily and the skin of it drank in the love juices surrounding it. Concentrating, Dallas made the head of his prick jump, relaxed the shaft, and forced it to twitch again.