Then, she'd tried to look at herself, objectively. She was only twenty-two, and she knew she was attractive. Always she did everything she could to enhance her loveliness… so she couldn't be driving him away from her on that score.
They argued. Most of their disputes centered around money… and sex. Wryly, she thought about it; the parody was almost comedic. Five years ago, when they were first married, there was too little money… and too much sex… as far as she was concerned. Now, with Stan's promotion to foreman, the financial problems were no longer acute… but sex…? Well, it seemed almost as though Stan had lost interest, gradually… until they reached their present state.
That's why she was wearing her tight hot pants. She had bought a couple of pairs, especially for this vacation trip, hoping that showing off her figure to Stan would regenerate some of his former interest. Nothing had happened… yet… at least not with Stan. He had only made some snide remark about not showing her ass like that in public… and to put on something decent.
Yesterday, she remembered she had gotten attention because of her hot pants… but from the wrong man. Ugh! That motorcycle rider… the same one that passed us on the road… and said those awful things to Stan… and made that nasty sign with his hand… He's the same one that was looking at me… and almost undressing me with his eyes! I could almost tell… what he was thinking…! She flushed, slightly, and glanced over at her husband, nervously. He was totally absorbed in his tinkering with the radio, not paying any attention to her at all.
Finishing up her housekeeping chores, Lois decided she needed some fresh air and an invigorating walk. She put on a light sweater, picked up her purse and told her husband, "I'm going out for a walk… honey. Would you like to go with me?"
"Huh…" Stan looked up at her, reluctantly, "No… you go ahead… I want to finish up on this…"
She left the camper, knowing that it would be useless to try getting him interested in her… again, tonight… The last time had been the middle of last week! Damn it! She was instantly sorry she bad thought it… but that was really what she felt. If I were some kind of an old hag… I could understand it! I want to be a loving… giving wife… but just because I won't let Stan do some of those… awful, far-out things to me he gets all upset… and won't do anything…! At least, that's what it seems like…
Thoughtfully, she walked along the blacktopped Park Road. No one stirred in the semi-darkness. Tents, campers and trailers were curtained or in darkness, and she began to wonder whether or not she might have made a mistake in venturing out.
Suddenly, she stopped dead. A man's voice roared out of the darkness, somewhere over to her right. "Terry! Get your fucking ass over her… right now!"
From the slope above, the frightened voice of a girl called back, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
The words were shocking. She had no intention of listening to such vulgar people, so she took a few more hesitant steps in the direction she was headed, torn by indecision. Perhaps, she should go back to the camper… but I've only been out here a few minutes. As she walked on, the voices were too low for her to hear, but then the commanding voice of the man came clearly to her again, "All right… get those goddamned rags off! I want you bare-assed naked!"
Now, she knew she didn't want to listen. It must be a man and his wife, she decided… And, he wants to… make love to her! Something like that was too intimate… too personal. I'd die… if I knew somebody were watching… or listening to Stan… and me…!
Lois stopped, turned around and headed back toward their own campsite. The unseen man's voice cracked out, "Now… give me your belt!"
The girl's voice trembled, "P-please Mickey… I–I really didn't hear… y-you…"
"I said give me your god damned belt… or do you want me to use mine?"
Stopping dead in her tracks, Lois realized that something was going to happen. It sounded like the man was threatening the girl with a beating. Confirmation of her impression came in the next moment.
"Oh, no! God no!" There was fear in the girl's voice.
"Down on your belly, bitch and take your medicine…! And not one squeal… dig?"
An involuntary gasp escaped Lois' lips. Oh, God! He is going to beat her… with a belt!
Horrified, she listened, against her will, as the girl pleaded, "P-please… don't… mark me…?"
"You disobeyed me! That's why you're getting it!"
Then, clearly, in the still, night air, Lois heard the unmistakable crack of leather on bare flesh. She found herself re-coiling with each of the three blows. My God…!! What can I do?
She thought of running back to tell Stan… try to get him to report it… but there was only a moan from the girl. It must have hurt her… terribly! She didn't leave; instead, she crept closer, her curiosity getting the better of her, and she wondered: What kind of a man… would beat a woman l-like that… and what about the woman who would take it… without crying…?
The man rasped, "That's enough!" There was silence for a few moments, during which Lois tried desperately to tear herself away and go back to the camper, but now, she had crept close enough to see the outlines of motorcycles. Oh! No wonder… It's those awful people… from that motorcycle gang! There was a terrible feeling of slashing, unreasonable fear that gripped her belly. Dear God! What if he hears me… e-eavesdropping on them…? She didn't want to be involved, but the fear of being heard… the possibility of getting caught held her immobile.
"Well… mama… that ought to be a lesson to you!" The man's voice had a tone of self-satisfaction in it.
Lois knew that she couldn't sneak away without being heard… at least while the couple were silent, so she waited in self-conscious discomfort for them to start talking, again. Her eyes strained in the darkness, until she was barely able to make out the forms of the man and woman. They were on the ground, lying on a sleeping bag. Then, she saw another figure, bulky in leather jacket, sitting on the table, feet on the attached bench, and whoever it was… was watching the couple on the ground… too! From the bulk, the manner of lounging at ease, Lois decided it must be a man. If she moved, now, made any noise… that unknown watcher would see her, from his vantage point on top of the table. God! Now, she was trapped. She couldn't leave… without being seen or heard!
The man's voice came to her, softer this time.
"You're really hot for my cock, tonight… eh, mama?"
"Oh, God… yes! I can't wait for you to… shove it in… and start fucking me!"
Lois listened, unwillingly, to the girl, as she mouthed the obscenity, biting back a gasp that came, involuntarily, to her lips. They're going t-to make love… now…! But… why would she want to do it… with him… after he beat her… like that…? She couldn't fathom it. Understanding of it was beyond her. She didn't want to stay there and listen… B-But… if I leave now… I might get caught… and… She didn't want that. She was sure of it!
After a few moments silence, she heard the unseen, unknown girl say, "Oh, God… Mickey… I'm so ready… for you! Let's fuck… right now!" So… his name is Mickey? I wonder if he's the leader… the one with the big, black beard…? She felt the hot flush crawl up her neck to her cheeks, as she remembered: The same one that was practically raping me with his eyes!
"Well… I'm in the mood for a little cunt-lapping… first! You'll really pop, then!"
The girl spoke, again, after a moment. Her voice was excited… sexy. "Oh, Mickey… Mickey… I don't care… whether you fuck it… or suck it… but p-please…do something!"
Lois saw them move, and she shrank into the shadow of a bush, beside the road, unconsciously, creeping closer, even as her sensibilities were assaulted by the language she had to listen to, as she stood there in the darkness.
"Oh! Ooooh… God! Mickey! Don't do this… to me!Don't make me wait…!" It was the frantic voice of the girl.
Actually, she couldn't see what they were doing, very clearly, but the girl's next words drew a graphic picture for Lois. There was no mistaking what they were doing!