The whole thing would be misunderstood… marked down in the police blotters as assault… attempted kidnap… and anything else that could be dreamed up. He looked after her, as she ran, like a frightened rabbit, to her car, got into it, started it and drove, rapidly, out of the parking lot. Okay, baby doll! You asked for it… and by God… you're going to get it! Nobody plays cock-teaser with Mickey Blackum… because if they do… they pay for it! He grinned, sardonically, to himself. Damn! It'll be fun… to take her off that high and mighty high horse she's riding! She'll squirm… before I'm through with her! Yes! God damn it! She'll squirm… on the end of my cock… and love it!
Vivian's heart pounded in her chest! She looked back, briefly, to see Mickey Blackum still standing beside his motorcycle… and she was relieved that he wasn't following her. Oh, God! It was a horrible mistake! That man isn't normal, somehow… and there's no telling what he might do!
She drove fast. Getting back to Harry in their trailer was her only goal, at that instant, and she thought, miserably, about what her husband would say… if he ever found out…! He'll never know about it… if I can help it! Oh, God! I should never have done it… especially after Harry warned me…! And… I hope and pray… nothing else comes of this!
CHAPTER FIVE
The outing with the Williams, Lois decided, had been quite pleasant, but she was disturbed. She tried to tell herself it was just imagination… But, Vivian Williams seemed to be almost too interested in Stan… almost like she was making a play for him!
Then, there was Harry, Vivian's husband. Why a couple of times I caught him looking at me like he was undressing me with his eyes! She felt flattered… that he was paying attention to her. But that look… ugh! It was vile! Like he wanted to… Lois didn't want to finish the thought to its conclusion… but she knew he was thinking about sex… with her as the sexual object. Her voyeuristic experience of the night before had been frightening, in a way; she had learned that… under the right circumstances, even she might change her mind, rearrange her attitudes and do something she'd be sorry for later… like wanting to have another man make love to her. She remembered with revulsion how she had reacted… what she had thought… If she could help it… nothing like that would ever really happen!
Driving the short distance back to their campsite, Harry and Vivian Williams had dropped them off at their camper… after Vivian had pleaded a sudden headache, which ended the day of sightseeing. She had accepted it. Maybe Stan'll take me out to dinner, anyway! It'd be nice… since we don't really go out often enough… She hoped it would put Stan in the mood… for later on… in bed…
As they entered their camper, waving goodbye, cheerily to the Williams, Lois asked, 'Darling… can we still go out to dinner, tonight?'
'What…? Dinner…? Yeah… Okay…!' He roused himself from his reverie long enough to give his wife the answer she wanted. Christ! I'm one stupid son-of-a-bitch! She was practically offering it to me… on a silver platter… and I turned her down! There're ways, I suppose… to carry on an affair… I should have tried to find out more of what she had in mind… before I cut her off! Why, hell… a chance like that doesn't come along very often…! And is she built! She's got a body that doesn't stop! Nice big breasts… good hips… a nice, tight, round ass! Damn it! I could kick myself… for a crazy, stupid fool!
Then, Lois broke in on him, again. 'I'm going to go take my shower, now while there's hardly anybody around!'
'Yeah… good idea! You go ahead…' he agreed. 'I might do the same thing… a little later on!'
While Lois went, happily, about the camper getting her things ready, Stan decided to take another look at the engine of the truck… while away a little time with some tinkering, since there was very little he could do… as far as undoing the damage he had done to a developing relationship with Vivian Williams. Of course… maybe she was just playing around… being a teaser… but the way she talked she was serious about it… but the thing I can't figure out is the WHY of it? Why me…? She didn't know me from Adam!
Stan went outside, walked to the front of the camper and opened the hood to the engine compartment. Idly, he looked inside, studying the engine, but not really seeing it. His mind was still racing… But, if I ever get another chance… like this I'll sure as hell take it! Sure! It'd be cheating on Lois… but damn it… more and more… there's nothing there for me! It's just not any fun! There's no charge! All she'll do is lie there… telling me I can't do this or that! It's just a few kisses… hop on… and hop off, again! Christ… if she'd just let me play with her cunt… lick her clitoris… really get her ready for it… she'd have an orgasm every time! She seems to think anything but straight fucking is dirty… and I get good and tired, trying to convince her otherwise! Hell… I'm getting to the point where I don't care whether I fuck her or not! I just can't get as excited as I should! She's got such a great body… but she won't use it… for what it was designed for… for sex pleasure!
He heard Lois leave for the bath house. Maybe… I'll try, again, tonight… to get her to go the oral route… put some zing back into our sex life! Come to think about it… there hasn't been much of it, lately! He spotted a frayed wire leading to the headlights. Deciding that he ought to wrap it with some electrical tape, he went to the storage compartment in the side of the camper to get it.
Just then, he heard a car crunch by on the park road, below the campsite. He looked up, recognized the car, instantly; it was the big Mercury station wagon they had been riding in earlier. Vivian Williams was driving… and she was alone! Stan made up his mind, right then! Hell! Maybe there was something he could do… after all! She's alone… and probably going down to the village! It's only about a mile… and I could walk down there… maybe get to talk to her… find out what she's thinking! Hell… I might be able to get something going with her… besides I need the exercise… and the walk'll do me some good!
Closing the hood of the truck, he went inside the camper, found a piece of paper and scribbled a note to Lois, telling her he had gone for a walk down to the village.
With a spring in his step and a blithe whistle on his lips, Stan set off at a fairly brisk pace. Damn… with a little luck…
It was an invigorating walk; he enjoyed the clear, smog free air that pumped in and out of his lungs as he hiked along. Arriving at the rustic village, he spotted the Williams' car in the parking lot… and in a very few minutes of poking around in the various stores and bars, he found Vivian. She was seated in a booth, at the rear of one of the bars… and she was with a black bearded, leather-clad motorcycle bum. Well… I'll be damned!
He sat on a stool at the bar and ordered a beer. He drank it, slowly, glancing covertly at them and came to the conclusion that it was her own damned business what she did… And, I don't have any business interfering…! She sure must be desperate… trying to get her kicks with a character like that!
Stan had intended to drink only one beer, but he ordered a second and drank it as he watched Harry Williams' wife giving her rapt attention to the bearded gang leader, for of course, he had recognized him as the one who had passed them on the road, the day before, with a jeer and a flipping middle finger. Finishing off the second glass of beer, he left the bar. There's no point in sticking around here!
He stopped into-one of the rustic curio shops, bought some picture post cards and a scarf for Lois, feeling he should bring something back for her… if only to prove he had actually visited the village. Then, carrying his small package, he headed back toward their campsite, the camper… and his wife.
Strolling along the road, in no particular hurry, he enjoyed the scenery. He was, perhaps, only a quarter mile from the camp, when he glanced back over his shoulder to see the Williams' Mercury station wagon approaching, rapidly. As the car came close, he saw Vivian's tense, frightened face. Hell! Something's wrong! He waved his arms at her, vigorously and shouted, 'Stop! Hey… Vivian! Stop! How about a ride?'
Oh, it's Stan! Thank God! She brought the car to a squealing stop, glancing back down the road and seeing only Stan Brewster dog-trotting up to her. She was still afraid that Mickey Blackum might be following… somewhere behind.
He was at the side of the car, now; Vivian looked up at him, her frightened grey eyes the only spot of color in her white, fearful face.
'What's wrong… Vivian?'
'Oh, S-Stan… I'm scared! It's M-Mickey Blackum! He… might be f-following me!'
