He finally released her. It was just in time. The door opened and the boys came back. Marilyn could see that they had both had a few more beers than they should have.
"Come on," Danny said. "Let's get the fuck out of here. Put on your clothes, Marilyn."
Marilyn wiped her face and neck where the old man's cum had exploded against her and she quickly put on her clothes. The last she saw of the old man was a glimpse of him asleep on the bed, a smile on his face.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Boy," Danny said. "You sure showed that old man a nice time."
Marilyn shuddered. She didn't want to think about the old man. She wanted to get home as quickly as she could and forget about the night. After it happened, she was always sorry she behaved as she did but she couldn't help it while it was happening.
It seemed like the boys had a hold on her she couldn't refuse. Any boys. It didn't matter if they were fat, gangly, ugly, or handsome, all they had to do was ask.
She didn't want to believe that she was a nympho. She had heard about nymphos. But it wasn't just sex with her. It was being needed. It was being close to someone who didn't care that she wasn't the most beautiful girl who had ever lived.
"Hey," Billy said. "Slow down, will you. You want us to be caught for speeding."
"Hell," Danny said. "There's not any cops on this road."
He was wrong. Almost before he had spoken there was a flashing blue light behind them.
"Oh shit," Billy said. "I told you to slow down."
Marilyn was really frightened. What would her mother say if she was caught with two drunk boys when she was supposed to be at school swim practice? Marilyn closed her eyes. She could already hear her mother's voice.
"What the hell were you thinking of?" her mother would ask. "Two drunk boys. Don't you know the reputation a girl could get? Don't you know how it's going to make us look as parents?"
"Pull it over," Billy said. "You know, we can't run from him. They'll have another car at the city."
"I can get away," Danny said. "I've gotten away before. I know an old road."
"Goddamn," Billy said.
He cursed because Danny had suddenly turned the car off the road onto an old dirt road. Marilyn felt her heart pounding. She had never gone this fast in a car before. There were great clouds of dust swirling behind them but she could still see the blue light.
"Goddamn," Billy said again. "Slow this thing down."
"I can get away," Danny said. "I can."
Danny pressed the gas to the floor and nearly lost control around the next curve. Marilyn was silent. She was hoping that Danny would indeed escape from the policeman. But tonight it wasn't to be.
There was a second police car parked in the road just around the next curve.
"Goddamn," Billy said, for the third time.
Danny braked the car and it went sideways in the dirt road. There was no place to go. The other police car also went sideways, blocking any attempt to get back in the direction they had come.
A fat policeman came walking around the car. Marilyn felt a shiver of fear as she looked at him. He looked like something evil with his fat gut hanging over his shiny leather belt. His big gun was swinging by his side. He had a broad grin on his face but even that looked evil.
"Well," he said. "Didn't work this time, did it?"
"No sir," Danny said.
"Get out of the car," he said. "All of you slide out the driver's side."
Danny got out first and then Marilyn. She tried to keep her skirt down but she thought she saw a flicker of interest in the fat policeman's eyes over the bare thigh that she did show.
"Everybody," the officer said.
Billy got out last. He looked a little afraid, not at all the cocksure young man anymore, Danny was also pale.
A young police officer walked up from the other car. He carried a shotgun in his hands. He was a big man with curling blond hair. He didn't look friendly.
"Back up against the car, there," the fat policeman said. "I want to have a look at you."
All three of them backed against the car. The police car's headlights seemed to be burning big holes in Marilyn's skin.
"Well," the policeman said. "Three little mice. You been drinking, boy?"
He stared at Billy.
"No sir," Billy said.
The fat officer smiled. He turned to the younger man and handed the younger man his gun. He then took Billy by the arm and walked him to the rear of the car. Neither Danny or Marilyn could see what was happening.
"Shit," they heard Billy exclaim.
There was silence for a moment and then the officer came back without Billy. He took his gun back from the younger officer.
"You been drinking, boy?" he asked Danny. "Yes sir," Danny said quickly.
"That's better," the officer said. "I like right answers."
For the first time he turned his attention to Marilyn. He put one pudgy hand under her chin and lifted her face to the light.
"I know you," he said. "You're on my daughter's swim team."
Marilyn almost gagged from his breath. It smelled of cheap wine. He had been drinking. She tried to see the resemblance to any of the girls on the swim team. She couldn't. He was too fat and ugly.
He released her.
"My name's Officer Drew," he said. "I want you to remember me."
Drew! The name hit Marilyn like a hard blow. He was Leslie's father. God, couldn't he have been anyone else's father beside Leslie's?
"You know why I want to be remembered?" Officer Drew asked.
"No sir," Danny answered.
"Because I don't like kids who run from me," Officer Drew answered. "And I don't like kids who drink. I don't like many kids."
"Yes sir," Danny said.
The young officer had put up his shotgun and now he was searching the car. Billy came around the comer. He looked in pain. He was clutching his stomach and his face was a sickly white.
"You'll be all right, son," he said kindly. "Must have been something you ate."
"Yes sir," Billy agreed.
"Hey, Drew," the young officer said. "Look what I found."
The young officer came around the car with Marilyn's panties. She almost fainted. She remembered that Billy had put them in the dash.
"Panties," Drew observed. "Now which one of you wears these?"
He looked at the three faces and the broad grin came back to his face.
"These yours, young lady?" he asked. "These your panties?"
"Why don't you leave her alone?" Danny asked him. Danny was furious but he was also afraid. The words had been choked out of him.
"Take us to jail," he said. "Or write a ticket or do what you have to, but leave her alone."
Marilyn was thankful for his interference. She didn't want to answer the question about the panties. The broad grin left Officer Drew's face.
His arm shot out and caught Danny by the throat. He lifted him and shook him like a master might shake a disobedient puppy.
Danny was white faced when Officer Drew released him.
"You shut the hell up," he said. "I'll let you know when I want you to talk."
Danny may have still been mad but the courage had been shook out of him. He was quiet as Officer Drew turned his attention back to Marilyn. "Are these yours?" he asked pleasantly. "Of course not," Marilyn said.
"You're lying," he said. "Why are you lying to me?"
"I'm not," Marilyn said. "I'm not."
Marilyn could see the big blond policeman behind Officer Drew smiling and licking his lips. He was enjoying this. Officer Drew turned back to Danny.
"Are these hers?" he asked Danny.
Danny gave Marilyn a frightened look. He didn't know how to answer. His throat was suddenly dry. He knew Officer Drew was capable of hurting him very badly. He didn't know what he'd done to Billy but Billy was not standing straight yet.