“What?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Sandy said. “It’s so…uh…little. I guess I just imagined it would be bigger”
“Hey…”
Sandy: “Listen, uh, do you mind if I freshen up a little. You know… first. I love your bar and everything, but I sort of smell like barbeque sauce or something.”
“Don’t ever let Robert hear you say that. It’s called jerk sauce, and it’s his specialty.”
Sandy cocked an eyebrow at me. “You’ve got the hottest woman in the county standing in your house after midnight and you’re worried about what your cook thinks?”
I felt myself redden again. “No, no. I’m just saying…”
Before I could go on, Sandy stood on her toes and kissed me on the cheek. “Where’s the bathroom?”
I walked her to the bathroom-the master bathroom-and showed her where the towels were. She gave me a little girly wave then closed the door. I heard the lock click and thought, hmm. I decided that it was some kind of signal, so I left the bedroom and went back out to the deck.
She has a little tease in her, I thought. I wondered if she wanted me to tease back. I thought I might try it out, even played some scenarios around in my head, then thought, fuck it. What did I know about teasing a woman? I was lost in thought long enough that I didn’t hear her when she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled herself in tight. I actually jumped a little.
“I thought you’d be waiting for me in the bedroom, Cowboy.”
I turned around and saw that she had put one of my dress shirts on. Her hair was still wet, slicked back from her forehead. Little drops of water had dripped from her hair, leaving dark spots on the shoulders of the shirt. She had the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and only one button half way down holding it closed. “I thought maybe…I mean, I wasn’t sure…”
“You think too much, Jonesy.” She reached up and unbuttoned the shirt, slinked her shoulders back and let the shirt slide to the floor. She stepped one step back so I could see her naked body and said, “Are you sure now?”
I discovered that I was indeed sure. I led her back to the bedroom, kissing her hard on the mouth as she undid my belt buckle and helped me struggle out of my clothes. I touched her breasts, placed her nipple inside my mouth and rolled my tongue back and forth. I heard her moan with pleasure, felt her fingernails bite into my butt, then let go as she rolled me onto my back and sat atop me. She helped me inside her, then began rolling her hips back and forth, her eyes never leaving mine. Then we slipped into a wave of rhythm and passion where we both fell headlong over the edge together.
When we were finished we laid in my bed for a few minutes, neither of us saying much of anything. Sandy gave me three quick kisses, one on the lips, one on the chest, and one on my pecker. “Don’t go anywhere, handsome. I’ll be right back.”
I told her I wouldn’t and watched her walk from the bed to the bathroom, her ass moving with just the right amount of jiggle. The jiggle factor was important. Too much was never a good thing, and too little meant you didn’t have anything to work with. I laid on my back, my hands behind my head, and listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush, the water running in the sink, the dowel on the holder creaking just a bit as she hung a towel, and then the familiar stealthy squeak of the mirrored medicine cabinet door.
Ah, I thought. A snooper.
She came back out, took a running start and jumped on the bed right next to me. I instinctively covered my crotch in case she missed the landing. “Relax, big guy. I won’t hurt you.”
“Mmm, we’ll see,” I said. “What are you doing in there?”
“Girl stuff. Don’t you worry about it. Maybe a little poking around, too.”
I rolled onto my side to face her. She lay on her back and the moonlight that spilled in from the bedroom window bled across the swell of her breasts. “Find anything incriminating?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact I did,” she said as she sat back up. She swung her legs to the opposite side of the bed, away from me. “It’s good and bad.”
I propped myself up on one arm and reached over and placed my hand on her back. “What is it?”
“Well, the bad news is I found a prescription bottle of unidentifiable pills, with no label on the bottle.”
“Yeah? That’s easily explainable. What’s the good news?”
Sandy reached down to the floor and pulled something out of her purse, then turned back toward me, an evil grin on her face. “The good news is, I have handcuffs,” she said, as she twirled the cuffs around her index finger. “And I know how to use them.”
Sidney Wells, Jr. sat on her front porch, a cigarette at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes moved back and forth between the little pile of ash at her feet and the street corner a half block away. She saw the headlights sweep through the turn, then extinguish as the car pulled up and stopped in front of the house. Amanda Pate climbed out, tugged a bit at her skirt, then walked up and sat down next to Junior. “The fuck you been,” Junior said. “You’re over an hour late.”
Amanda picked up the pack of cigarettes next to Junior, shook one out and lit up. “Samuel was up late. I had to wait until he took his sleeping pills. I told you it might be a while.” She took a long drag and held her smoke for a few seconds before blowing it out the corner of her mouth. “So, anyway, I’m here now, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, you are,” Junior said. “And I still think it’s a bad idea. We agreed we were going to lay sort of low until this was over. That was the plan, anyway. So what’s so fucking important that you had to come slumming down here after midnight?”
Amanda lifted her ass off the porch a little and tugged at her skirt some more. “I’m just nervous,” she said. “It threw me a little when the cops came to my house today. And it wasn’t just any cop. It was Virgil Fucking Jones. I know him, Sid. Or knew him, anyway. I went to high school with him.”
Junior snorted. “Uh huh. What was that, twenty years ago?”
“That’s not the point.”
“So what is?”
“The point is what I just said. I know him, or knew him anyway. We had a thing. It was a one time thing, but I never forgot it, or him. I’ve sort of followed him his whole career.”
“So?”
“So get on the internet and look him up. He’s good. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. He’s like super cop or something. He does not fuck around. He works for the Governor for fuck sake. And so on day fucking one when he shows up at my front door and starts asking questions, yeah, I’m nervous.”
“What did you say?”
Amanda flicked her cigarette into the weeds next to the porch. “I didn’t say anything. He wanted to speak with Samuel and me about Dugan, but Samuel was at the church.”
“That it?” Junior said.
“Yeah, except he went to the church and spoke with Samuel.”
“Tell me about that.”
“I can’t,” Amanda said. “Samuel didn’t say anything about it.”
“So don’t worry about it then. We knew going in that they were going to look at Samuel. We want them to, remember? So just relax. It’s all good.”
“But so soon, Sid? I mean, the first day? And now this cop, I’m telling you baby, he’s bad news. Junior thought about that for a few minutes. “So maybe we move on the cop.”
“You think?”
“I don’t see why not,” Junior said. “Might give us a little misdirection. Let me talk to the old man about it.”
“Oh, god, he’s not here is he?”
“Yeah, so?”
“He doesn’t like me. Doesn’t like us.”
“He doesn’t like anyone, Amanda. I can handle him, so don’t get your panties in a wad over it, okay?”
Amanda spread her legs open far enough that her knee touched Junior’s. “I can’t. I’m not wearing any panties.”
Junior ran her hand up the inside of Amanda’s thigh, all the way to her bush. Felt the moisture and the warmth as she slid first one finger inside her, then another. Amanda tipped her head back and let out a little moan. “Maybe we should go inside.”