"Tommy," she said, pinching my arm, "I do hope you're the kind of nice boy who can keep a secret. Are you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Devine. You can tell me anything and I won't say a word to nobody."
"Now nice, Tommy. You and I are going to be very, very good friends. I can tell we are."
"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, swallowing again.
"Please call me Mrs. Devine, Tommy."
"All right. I keep forgetting, I guess."
"Tommy," she said, eyeing me oddly. "That girl I saw up around the corner. She sort of resembles you. Would she be – Do you have a sister?"
I flushed like mad then. I had been doing this for a month. Every time anyone asked me about Elly I would get real red. I guess I was feeling pretty guilty about what I had done to her. "Yes, Mrs. Devine, that was probably my sister Elly. She's thirteen."
"Very pretty little girl, Tommy. I suppose you love her very much."
I flushed again. "Y-Yes – She's okay," I stammered, and looked away from her penetrating gaze. She had the darnedest eyes you ever saw. They were black, I guess – well, sometimes they were black, sometimes kind of a greenish black; I hadn't yet figured out what color they really were. Anyway, when she looked at you, well, man, it was like being looked at by a…
"Tommy," she said, "I asked you a question."
"Oh, guess I was thinking," I stammered. Man, this woman had me so flustered I hardly knew what I was doing. "What did you ask?"
"I asked if your sister was nice to you, Tommy?"
"Huh?"
"Is she nice to you, Tommy, or do you fight all the time?"
"Elly and me don't hardly ever fight. Sometimes we do, though." What did she want to know this for?
"And I suppose," she said slowly, "that you are very nice to her?"
"I guess so," I said, and flushed again.
She moved away from me and lighted a cigarette and stood smoking it, blowing the smoke out through her nose real fast. "When I was thirteen, Tommy, I had an older brother who was always real nice to me." She sighed. "My, how I loved my brother. He was so good to me, gave me – everything I wanted."
"Everything you wanted, Mrs. Devine?" I stammered.
She took another drag, let the smoke flow out through her nose and smiled. "Everything, Tommy. Everything."
"You mean like, well, did he buy you a lot of stuff?"
She smiled, revealing her white teeth. "No, he didn't do that, Tommy. That wasn't what I meant. I meant he was always nice to be like a brother ought to be. I was just wondering – if you were that nice to your kid sister?"
"I don't guess I know what you mean exactly," I sputtered, but I did, all right. Oh boy, did I ever know what she meant.
"Well, never mind Tommy. Perhaps I shouldn't have brought it up." She gave me one of her dark, strange looks again. "I do hope that what you said before holds true."
"What was that?"
"I mean about you being the kind of boy who can keep things to himself."
I took a deep breath. "Oh, that. Sure. You can trust me, Mrs. Devine."
"Can I now, Tommy? How very nice." She picked up the pack of cigarettes as if she were going to offer me one, but she must have changed her mind, for she dropped it after a moment. "Tommy," she said, her back to me, "you're a very nice boy."
"Thank you, Mrs. Devine."
"I think perhaps you'd better go now. Will you do me a very great favor?"
"Sure, Mrs. Devine," I said, gulping. "Anything – anything at all."
"Please don't tell your parents, your sister, or anyone that I hired you to carry out my garbage."
This puzzled me like mad. "Okay, if you don't want me to tell, I won't."
She smiled and came to me and taking my face in her hands, kissed me wetly on the mouth, almost causing me to do you-know-what in my pants. "You're so sweet, Tommy. You know, I like you very much. Tell me, how late does your mother allow you to be out at night?"
"In the summer, till about twelve. During school I gotta be in earlier."
"And this is summer, isn't it?" she mused.
"Yes, Mrs. Devine."
She snubbed out her cigarette, seemingly taking a long time to do it, a lot longer than necessary. "Tommy, if I ask you to come back after dark, do you suppose you could – and do you think you could keep quiet about it, not tell anyone?"
My lips were awful dry now. "Yes," I said, my voice cracking a bit. "Yes, I'll come whenever you say so, Mrs. Devine."
"Very well, Tommy. Right after dark. Be sure it is good and dark. Come to the rear door. Be sure to do that. I may not have any – lights on in the house – but you just walk right in – will you do that, Tommy?"
I had to moisten my lips several times before I could talk. "Yes," I said, my voice cracking again. Damned voice. I could have kicked it out of me if there was any way of doing it. There's nothing that bothers a guy like his voice cracking all over the place. Makes him feel like a fool.
"I didn't quite hear you, Tommy," she said, smiling.
"I said, yes, Mrs. Devine."
"Will you be sure to wait – till it is good and dark, Tommy?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Not 'Ma'am'. Mrs. Devine, Tommy."
"I'll be sure to wait till it's real dark, Mrs. Devine."
"Good, Tommy. Now, I wonder if you'd do one more thing for me before you go now?"
"Sure, Mrs. Devine. Like I said, anything at all."
She turned her back to me. "I have trouble unhooking this bra at times. Would you do it for me, I must change my clothes again, I'm afraid."
"What for?" I blurted. "You look great in those."
"I have to take care of some business matters, Tommy. Can't go downtown dressed like this."
I looked at her big tits and saw how most of them were revealed. "No, I guess you couldn't," I said, my dick getting hard all over again.
"Is there something wrong, Tommy? You have that strange look in your eyes again."
I shook my head. "Nothing wrong, Mrs. Devine. Did you say you want me to take your bra off?"
She smiled at me over her shoulder. "Well now, Tommy, do you really think I'd let you take my bra off? All I asked of you was to unhook it."
I went over close to her, my whole body shaking now. "Guess I didn't mean to say it that way, Mrs. Devine. I'm sorry."
She laughed lightly. "Don't be sorry, Tommy. Tonight, if you're a good boy and don't tell anyone, I'll let you do a good deal more than that."
I swallowed hard as I unfastened her bra in the rear. She held it up so I didn't get to see her titties, but she smiled over her shoulder again and I could see the hots in her eyes now – for sure.
"Did you hear what I just said, Tommy?"
"Yes," I said, my heart thumping. "Yes, I did, Mrs. Devine."
"Then go home now – and be sure to keep quiet about being here and don't tell anyone what I just said. Will you promise me that, Tommy?"
"Yes, Mrs. Devine."
"Come after dark, Tommy. Don't forget now. I'll be waiting in the darkness for you."
I gulped and ran from the house.
CHAPTER THREE
I thought it would never get dark. It seemed like forty hours before dusk arrived and even that, I knew, wasn't good enough; it had to be really dark. I had to follow her instructions or she'd be mad at me. I wanted her to be anything but mad at me. I could hardly eat my supper, I was so excited. My dad looked at me oddly a couple of times, but neither he nor Mom asked any question of me, a thing they quite often did when I was acting what they thought was "funny". The truth was, I did act a bit funny. I felt funny inside, but funny-good, if you know what I mean. I felt like someone was about to hand me a couple million skins. Dollars, I mean. Boy, was I uptight. I was really flying and especially after I got away from the supper table where there was no one to be looking me over all the time. Parents have the darnedest way of looking a guy over. I guess they figure he's gonna come down with measles or something at any moment.