"Thank you, sir. If you don't really mind, I should like to come in and wait for your wife. May I inquire what your name is, sir?"
"I'm Mr. Horton," I said. "Nickname is Bull."
"Bull Horton. Hmm. What an odd name. It's so… well, what I mean is, it's so masculine. Bull Horton, eh? Makes me shiver."
I thought I had misunderstood her. "Beg your pardon," I said, looking mystified, I suppose.
"That woman, that cute girl who was here with you. Why did she leave?' "She's a neighbor lady," I replied. The term "neighbor lady" made Jill's being here sound rather innocent and ordinary, I thought.
"She was very pretty," Miss Doans remarked. She paused. Then: "Do you mind if I sit down and smoke, Mr. Horton?"
"Certainly not. Please do so," I said quickly.
Nora Doans sat down on the chair by the bookcase, the same one I had been sitting on earlier. It was a low-slung chair and as she settled down in it her skirt crept very high on her shapely thighs. This 'gal was really' stacked. Her legs were just about perfect; she had the kind of legs college boys used to call the "get-between-and-push-type." I would have liked getting between them and pushing – pushing my hard-on inside her twat as far as it would go. I squirted a bit in my pants and this caused me to grimace and smile, both.
"Something funny, Mr. Horton?" she asked as she lit a cigarette.
"No, not really. That is, it's nothing I can speak about." I enjoyed putting it this way. It' amused me.
Her eyes came open farther as she flashed me a strange look. "I was just thinking," she said. "I hope I didn't spoil something nice between you and your-er-neighbor lady friend."
"No, of course you didn't."
"Will you have one of my cigarettes, Mr. Horton?"
"No thanks," I replied politely, my eyes taking in those sexy-looking legs of hers. I would have given anything to be able to poke the head of my dick into her slit and shove.
She crossed her legs and this made her skirt climb even higher. She was wearing panty-hose, but I would have sworn the tops of them were transparent and that I could see through them. Her cunt hair appeared to be much in evidence. I gave my head a slight shake.
"How long have you been married, Mr. Horton?" she asked, eyeing me strangely again and blowing smoke out the side of her mouth.
"Quite awhile," I replied. "You aren't married, are you?"
She smiled and leaned forward. "No, I'm not. I envy people who are, though."
She sighed and smiled again. "Must be nice to… "
I waited for her to finish her remark and when she didn't I said, "Must be nice to… what, Miss Doans?"
She looked away from me quickly, took a drag on her cigarette, blew the smoke out suddenly and returned her gaze to my eyes. "I'm sure you know what I mean, Mr. Horton, without my having to put it into blunt language."
I swallowed. "I think I'd like to hear you put It in blunt language," Miss Doans. What is it that would be so nice?"
She smiled, the corners of her red lips turning upward. "Going to bed every night with someone you love, Mr. Horton, must be very nice."
"It is," I said steadily, "but you don't have to be in love with someone to enjoy going to bed with them. Sometimes, often in fact, it's better not to love the other person."
She smiled, took a drag on her cigarette and snubbed it out. "How long before your wife will be home, Mr. Horton?"
I sucked in my breath and let it out slowly. "About two or three hours I should judge."
Her forehead wrinkled prettily. "Hmm. Two or three hours is a long time, Mr.
Horton."
I grinned. "Yes, It is, Miss Doans."
Do you think your wife will rent me a room? Temporarily, of course. I should have told you that. I'll only want the room until I can find an apartment"
"I couldn't say," I told her. I studied her titties carefully. "My wife might be afraid of you, Miss Doans." I grinned when I said it.
She laughed. "You mean she might be afraid I'd end up in your bed when she wasn't home?"
"Something like that," I said.
"Hmm. Jealous wife, handsome husband. Lonely schoolteacher. Maybe I'd better leave now, Mr. Horton."
I shook my head. "I'd much prefer that you remained, Miss Doans. We can't have a lonely schoolteacher remaining lonely, now can we?"
She gave me a sharp glance. "That sounds like a proposition, Mr. Horton."
I laughed. "Don't you like being propositioned, Miss Doans?"
She got to her feet, but I blocked her path to the door. "I think I'd better leave now, Mr. Horton, if you please."
"Nope," I said. "Not just yet, my dear. You and I have business."
"Business? What kind of business, Mr. Horton?" she asked, her dark eyes burning, perhaps from apprehension.
"Monkey business. That's why I need to have you here with me."
She frowned and bit her pretty red lips. "I don't understand you."
"I said monkey business. You can't leave now, Miss Doans."
She drew herself up a little and looked me straight in the eye. "And why not, may I ask?"
"Because," I told her grinningly, "you're the one who owns the monkey."
Chapter 5
She gave her head a toss exactly in the manor you might see it done in a very old movie and tried to walk around me. I grinned and placed my arm over the door. She frowned and stepped back and for a moment I thought she might have a gun in her purse – she was fumbling through it. But it wasn't a gun she was looking for – it was a handkerchief. She blew her nose daintily, wiped her eyes equally daintily, and looked at me oddly. Replacing the handkerchief in the purse, she spoke, "What are you going to do – rape me?
I laughed. "Hell no, Miss Doans. Rape is against the law. I don't want to tangle with the law. I just want you to stay awhile till we become better acquainted."
"I came here because I was told you had empty bedrooms in this large old house, I wanted to rent one of them temporarily, I didn't come here to play games with you, Mr. Horton."
I was dumfounded. I knew now that she meant this, but all the time she had been here I had been thinking subconsciously probably that she was simply looking for a guy to lay her. I hadn't really believed that bit about the room. Hell, people don't go around renting rooms from strangers nowadays, do they? Well, okay, maybe they do. It doesn't matter.
"Hey," I said, taking my hand off the door jamb. "I believe you're serious about this room renting thing. Are you – were you?"
She pressed her lips together tightly. "I certainly was serious, Mr. Horton.
Now, if you'll kindly step out of my way, I'll be taking my leave."
"I'll be damned," I swore. "I'm sorry, Miss Doans. I think I… that is to say, I misunderstood you, I'm afraid."
"That's quite easy to see, Mr. Horton. May I leave now, please?"
I opened the front door and flashed a quick look into her dark eyes. "Sure, go ahead. Don't suppose there's any use in my apologizing to you, is there?"
"It wouldn't do you any harm to try, Mr. Horton." She swept past me and out onto the porch. She stepped down to the in-walk and turned slightly about so that she was almost facing me almost but not quite. "Thank you," she said, speaking softly. "Thank you for letting me go."
I just looked at her. The expression on her pretty face made me feel as if I had just attempted to molest a nine-year-old girl.
I waited for a time and then went out the rear door to look for Jill. She was, quite naturally, nowhere in sight, so I walked around the garage and out to the street. Going to the intersection, I crossed the other street and proceeded to the Burns residence. When I arrived there I saw there were no signs of activity, which of course was perfectly normal. Whatever activity took place at the Burns residence was not out-of-doors but inside, and more especially inside one of the bedrooms. I wondered if Jack was taking both Jill and Mary and, if so, how he was doing it. Not bothering to knock – this would only force them to cease whatever they were doing – fucking, sucking, corn-holing, what-have-you, I entered the house and closed the door, taking care not to make a great deal of noise, but not trying to be especially quiet about it, either. I didn't want anyone to think I was sneaking up on them in order to spy, though Jill and I had tried that twice, together.