She began to feel the creeping, crawling excitements, building within her and she decided that there would be an easy way to thwart such inclinations. She would step into the shower and by the time the water had drenched her and cleansed her, she would be able to breakfast with the others on an equal footing.
They were all so calm, so self-assured and she thought sometimes that she hated them because they were so strong, so powerful. Lily was very much like them and becoming more so all the time. She would have to do something about Lily. Of course, she had pretty well made sure that Adam did not arrest Lily, along with the others, but she felt that there was more that she should do about Lily. Like get her interested in the good things of life. Lily was only interested in boys these days. And, that, of course, could be very dangerous for a thirteen-year-old girl with a body like Lily's. She had seen the way men looked at Lily. She had even known several moments of envy, too.
She stretched and when she walked into the bathroom she was conscious of feelings that were very much out of place in her body. She was turned on sexually, somehow, and she hurried to get into the shower and get under the water so she wouldn't have to do that dreary business with the fingers, just so that she could think.
She defeated her own purposes, actually, because the water was warm and when she soaped her body she naturally used the soap and the washcloth there, too, and just rubbing her supersensitive flesh there made her come and she stood, leaning against the slick walls, while
the weakening orgasm swept through her and almost robbed her of the ability to stand. That was another thing. She was sure that the orgasms she experienced were much more strenuous than other people experienced. She was nearly wiped out completely every time she had a good orgasm. Of course, she was able to enjoy them and sometimes, like now, she would get so overcome with sensual and sexual urgings she just had to do something.
She stood under the harsh cascade of water and as the stinging spray touched her breasts and her pubic region, she could feel a rising tide of sensual pleasure in her body and she knew that she was trembling, shaken anew by more stimulation. A sense of utter degradation came to her as she used her fingers to relieve herself again. She was becoming a voluptuary, a girl who could find great erotic bliss in horrid dreams and she was a real fake. She could find great sexual pleasures in the things that she would dream about, and she could do things with Adam Wright, but in her heart of hearts, or wherever cowards really lived, she was still the ice maiden and she would always be the ice maiden. That thought frightened her, somehow.
She dressed carefully and when she went downstairs to breakfast she found the others already eating. Carol and Lily had done some marvelous things to eggs and bacon and there was lots of fresh coffee and she was sure that she was starving.
She began with some coffee and Carol fixed eggs and bacon for her and she began eating, knowing that the others were looking at her, admiring her, and she was quietly glad that she had taken such pains with her makeup and her grooming.
"I think I'd better go to the library again," she said. "There are some new reference books I think I'd better take out so I can pretty well authenticate some of these things."
Lennie leaned back in the booth. He stretched his long arms up over his head and when he shook his head at her he was grinning.
"No need for that now," he said, amiably. "We just about finished with what we got to do here. Me and the boys will load everything that is worth anything into the panel truck and we will take it out and sell it. We are just about ready to blow this place. We will call in a real estate agent and let him sell the place now."
While she took a sip of coffee, Norma did some thinking. She wondered what sort of plans, if any, Lennie had for her and Lily. She decided that she would ask.
Lennie had an answer ready for her. He sat back in the booth, a big smile on his face, a cigarette curling smoke between his fingers, and he seemed to be trying to be especially nice to her. Lily was sitting in the booth, only a few feet away and she was watching as Norma listened to Lennie.
"Things have changed a bit for us, honey," Lennie said. "Like we figured that it would take weeks for you to make the inventory, but it only takes a few days, so we will pay you like for five weeks. That way, Carol and the boys and I can go our way and-you and Lily can move back into the guest house. But, a lot richer. It wont be a loss for you, anyway. We expected to stay here a lot longer but some things have come up and we want to move along."
Lily sat up straight and her cute little breasts jutted out like little bullets. She smiled at Lennie and she seemed to be a bit saddened and subdued.
"I'll miss all of you," Lily said. "I really will. Maybe you would want to take me along?"
Lennie pushed his cup toward Carol who was pouring fresh coffee. He grinned at Lily's eagerness to go with him.
"What would your sister think about such an idea?" Lennie said.
Lily shrugged. "What is it to her? She isn't my mother. Only my sister. You know what I'm like and the things that I like to do. I would come in handy, you know that."
"You sure would," Lennie said, "but no dice. You and your sister will make out just fine and everything will work out very nicely for both of you. You will be better off after we have gone on our way."
No one said anything then for a while and when breakfast was finished, Lennie and the boys began loading the panel truck with everything that looked to be expensive. Norma watched them as they worked and she wondered why they were changing their plans, why there was suddenly a need for haste. She just didn't understand why they were moving out and she wondered if Adam would know what they were going to do.
She and Carol cleaned up in the kitchen and Lily went with Lennie and the boys to dispose of the truckload of expensive treasures they were about to sell.
"You girls find us some more goodies," Lennie said, just before he left he left the house. "Another day or two should finish us up here. So, you do the best you can to get the good stuff out."
They went into the library and Carol began packing all of the expensive books into cartons that Lennie had brought the day before. There was a quality of ruthlessness in the way Carol handled the expensive books and that made Norma wince. She liked books and she hated watching Carol handle them so carelessly.
"We'll go through the whole house," Carol said. "What's good or salable, we'll pack up. Lennie really wants to get away from here at fast as possible."
Carol was sitting on the floor, her knees up under her chin and Norma was sitting nearby. Carol took a package of cigarettes from her skirt pocket and she got one lit, then she handed the pack to Norma. When she moved, Carol's legs fell apart and Norma saw the hairless pubis, the sticky pink lips of Carol's sexual organ and then she saw the little mole that she had seen in her erotic dreams. She suspected then, that her wild sexual phantasmagorias were not dreams, after all.
Carol noticed that Norma was looking at her little cunt and she smiled, deliberately shifted her legs so that Norma could get a better look. The mole was there, exactly in the spot she had seen it in when she was sure that she was dreaming. Carol was watching her rather closely, apparently interested in her reaction to the sight of the naked crotch.
"I hate to wear pants," Carol said. "They are always so restricting. Too, they always rub my crotch raw."
Norma did not want to discuss Carol's liking for going around without underwear. She put the package of cigarettes down on the carpeting and she stood up, trembling, frightened and very much distressed by the thoughts that were going through her mind. She remembered the chair that turned into a couch when you pressed a hidden button and she remembered many things that had been well hidden, or at least, dormant, in her mind.