He glanced through the door before he entered. Eyes centered unhesitatingly on a titular leer seeming to emanate from a tight set of jugs encased by a lacework brassiere that could be seen through sheer silk blouse.
"Way to go, Cassie Lou," LeRoy LaRue chewed through a plug of tobacco as he walked into the room alone.
"You know you shouldn't do that. Call me by a familiar name even before we've met."
"Balls."
Uncle Roy sat even with Cassie Lou catercorner at the card table.
"I knew when I heard from you, Cassie Lou, it would be goodgood news."
"Your choice of words. Loads of other things in with most of the good things I know of."
Uncle Roy reached out and patted one of Cassie Lou's paws at the wrist.
"We're clear here, Cassie Lou. Speak softly and they can't overhear us-the echoes."
"As you know, Cassandra Louise Jones is the name on my law degree. Then that hassle they called a marriage and I kept the Massey cause the mutt already had my money-"
"Now that's funny-"
"Won't be if they ever find out about the Lafayette strand of the LaRue brigade. I'd be packed away with a passle of bulldykes serving life in no time-"
"Might try to pull your connections,"
"On the other hand, my contact with you is tenuous enough to trace-"
"The paper trail diverges from the flesh-"
"So to speak."
"Nevertheless," Uncle Roy expression did not change, "discretion is our advantage."
Cassie Lou unloaded a sheaf of papers from her alligator briefcase.
Eyes drove into his.
She saw dick reflected in his irises.
Assholes in his widening lens apertures, and a glaze come over his face.
"Flatter me, why don't you, Uncle Roy. You won't get far that way."
"I was just looking at you. You know they don't allow women in here with us."
"Even though as one of your perquisites you do have private visits on occasion."
"Those are my relations."
"Little Ramona. Sadie Mae and Sallie Anne and the rest of your inbred clan. We know all about that fancy dalliance."
"Let's cut the chitchat then and let the bargaining commence."
"Too much we got on you to do that."
"There was no evidence."
"Now forgetting about the long-buried skeletons and our rotted family ties, there is not much I can do to convince the other members of the board to consider your parole-"
"I did not request a parole review," his eyes were skewed toward her twat.
"Your appeal won't come up for years. Now, Mister LaRue, what we can do-"
"Doctor to you," Uncle Roy chewed as though serious. Then broke into a pricklike grin.
"Ah, yes," Cassie Lou said, refreshed at the lightening of the situation. "And I see from your resume you were a professor. Dean of graduate fellows at State for a spell."
"Well-that part was honorary-"
"So then you blew it."
Her eyes screwed into him…
Uncle Roy blinked.
"If your words were meant to burn me a bit, Cassie Lou, they sure did it. But not for the reasons you might think."
"You didn't blow it. You call your present habitations a mark of success?"
"I confess I am innocent of crime."
"That and a dime gives me ten cents."
"The goods found in my possession were originally stolen from their rightful owners. Those worked pieces of jade and the gold and silver jewelry were originally looted from the tombs of our cultural forebears on this continent."
"You mean Indians."
"Aztec, Apache, Hopi and Navajo. Comanche and Toltec and Maya and the-"
"Nevertheless, the parties whose booty you stole are according to law the legitimate proprietors of those pieces."
Cassie Lou obliviously strung out a leg and swished it along Uncle Roy's thigh as she twitched her gams slantwise crossed at the knees.
"Add to that, Uncle Roy, your position as an expert as well as noted collector-all of it very substantially documented."
"After years of gathering and preserving and cataloging those artifacts I was preparing to take advantage of the tax situation and donate my collection to the relevant tribal councils and country of origin-give it back to the Indians."
He grinned.
Cassie Lou quirked one side of her mouth and spoke out:
"There was nothing in writing to substantiate any of those propositions-and the law is blind under those conditions."
Uncle Roy lifted one eyebrow.
Cassie Lou almost laughed out loud at the inconstancies of the shifting legal system. "I know that you know, Uncle Roy, that if those collectors were to go through the same channels now that they did then to get their prize pieces in the first place they might well be in your present situation instead of the other way around*"
Cassie Lou also knew that Uncle Roy knew that she knew he could see through her layers of blouse and brassiere.
"I heard all that," Uncle Roy cracked wisely, lighting a cigarette. "And I also understand why a law is not retroactive in application-don't want to criminalize acts after the fact-"
"So as things go, Doctor LeRoy LaRue is the guilty one-"
"If I hadn't run awry with the lawboys they wouldn't have come down on me-"
"What can I tell you? It's not in the record of your court transcript that you accused certain art collectors who were also influential in the government of hiring members of the county sheriff's office to knock you off. That testimony was strictly hearsay and ruled tangential to the proceedings. It was subsequently stricken."
"But you do remember it-"
"Everyone at the state capitol heard about it and few would doubt it. Regardless of what was said. But I always reasoned there must have been more to it than that-"
"Maybe I did have something else on the art collectors and museum wheeler-dealers that I did not tell. Perhaps a secret relationship."
"You might have stiffed the deputies with respect to their expected payments of bribery regarding your varied enterprises. That amounts to larceny in their eyes."
"More than sufficient, isn't it?"
"You might try training your eyes not to look at my tits like that."
"Mightn't I."
"And stop licking your chops and pointing your tongue at my twat."
"Why."
"I want to die."
"Can't get much higher."
"If you're not embarrassed then it won't pay me to be," her eyes deflected from his. "Only gives you leverage on me. You had me going for a moment. Got a rise out of me."
"Open your thighs."
Cassie Lou felt her temperature rise.
Surprised herself.
"Is that your idea of sweet talking a woman? To come on like that?"
"They call it a joke."
"Only if it's funny."
Cassie Lou's cunny was runny.
Rutsweat slimed from her underarms and the itch in her asshole was terrible.
Sweltering titmeat and hard-nosed nipples made Cassie Lou's clothing unbearable.
She slipped her digits into her briefcase and filched a full pint flask of liquor from the innards. Sat two short glasses on the card table.
Tumbled beige fluid into one of them. Shot it down without a blink.
"Want a drink?" Cassie Lou said without looking directly at Uncle Roy.
She filled her glass again to the brim. Rimmed her mouthlips.
Slugged it down.
Uncle Roy sipped his amber liquid as Cassie Lou chugalugged her third.
She lit up a cigarette and watched Uncle Roy pause to flare up his own slim cheroot. He licked the tip and the length of the slender cigar.
Held his yawp ajar.
Triggered a lighter and ignited the tip.
"Cute," Cassie Lou said. "Figure you'd get me to thinking blowjob."
"Worked, didn't it?"
"Something I once read about between thought and expression there lies a lifetime-"