and placing it on the table before Mickey Blackum.
Then, as he ate, he told them, 'We've got a little project! There's that trailer up the way… being pulled by a Mercury station wagon. We're going to watch them… and the first chance we get… we're all going to get that black-haired bitch… and…'
'Gang bang her?!' Peeper finished.
'Yeah… I might even let you in on it… if I don't slice off your cock and feed it to you… first!'
'Mickey! That's rape… maybe even kidnapping! You don't want to get busted for something like that!' It was Terry who burst in, emotionally.
'Who asked you?' Mickey grated, reaching across the table to slap her soundly. 'You just stay out of this and keep your mouth shut. If you want to you can do what you want with the guy… after he's tied up… or maybe you'd like to make it with the broad?'
Terry's hand went to her face. It smarted from his slap. She didn't like his plan… but if she were to ride with Mickey… keep on being his mama… there was nothing she could do to stop him from carrying out his evil intentions.
'I'm sorry, Mickey…' she murmured.
'… And… just a reminder, Terry… that's the last time you try to interfere… understand?'
'Yes… Mickey…' God! That poor woman… whoever she is… They'll be like animals! At least… when all four of them make it with me… they don't mark me up… but a gang-bang like that… almost anything could happen…!
Feeling refreshed after her long, relaxing shower, Lois Brewster returned to the camper to discover the note from Stan telling her he had gone down to the village. It didn't disturb her, particularly, but she did wonder, idly, what it was that had made him decide to go.
She went about her preparations for their evening out, together, putting on clean, dainty underthings, fixing her blonde hair, brushing it and fixing it, lightly, with a hair spray, then she applied make-up sparingly and tastefully to enhance her own natural beauty, only. She would wear that new mini sheath she had bought a month ago, she decided. It's lucky I packed it and brought it along… just in case we might go out for an evening of fun. But, it was the fun… afterward, she was thinking about… hoping she'd be able to coax her husband, Stan, out of his shell…
Deftly, she slipped into her dress and looked at herself, critically, in the long, narrow mirror.
Yes! Everything was perfect. She was ready far in advance but perhaps, they could go out a little early for a couple of cocktails before dinner… live it up a little… relax. Stan does get to feeling… amorous when he gets just enough to drink! If I can get just enough in him… without his getting drunk…
The heavy knock at the door of the camper startled her. She had heard the crunch of a car's tires, but had ignored it, thinking perhaps it was one of the Park Rangers on an inspection tour… Or, maybe somebody gave Stan a lift from the village.
Opening the door a crack, she looked out to see Harry Williams standing there big and blocky. She knew, instantly, that he was angry. He scowled up at her, grimly.
'May I come in, Mrs. Brewster?' he asked, politely, enough. 'I've got to talk to you!'
'Stan isn't here…' she said, somewhat reluctant to let him in… alone.
'I know that!' he spat. 'That's what I'm here to talk to you about!'
'He's just down in the village… he should be back, pretty soon…' Lois offered.
'No! He's not in the village! I just saw him… up by the falls! Now, can I come in… because you and I've got to talk… about what he's doing… and it's got to be private. I don't think you'd want anybody else to hear… what I'm going to tell you!'
Something in his words, the look on his face and the mysterious manner of his speaking alarmed her, and against her better judgment. Lois opened the door to allow Harry Williams' huge figure to lumber into the small confines of the camper.
'Wh-What's Stan doing… that's so… so mysterious… or out of the ordinary…?' she asked, adding, 'Stan doesn't ever do anything wrong… or against the law…'
The big, barrel-chested man closed the door behind him, with a bang. Turning on her, he spat, 'What makes me so damned mad… is that they're both pulling the wool over our eyes… or they thought they were… until I caught them… dead to rights!'
Lois' eyes widened in further mystification. 'What on earth are you talking about… and who are they…?'
'Your husband… and my wife that's who!' Harry gritted. 'They're up in the canyon… above here… tearing off a piece of ass… like a couple of farm kids… out behind the barn!'
She gasped, not wanting to believe. 'You m-mean… Stan… and Vivian… are… are…?' Unable to finish, she collapsed onto the bench of the breakfast nook, her face in her hands. 'I–I can't believe it!'
'I saw them… with my own eyes!' he held up the binocular case. 'They were down in that stream… fucking like a couple of rutting animals!'
'N-No! No! Stan w-wouldn't…?! It's not possible!'
'Well… I guess you don't know your husband… just like I don't know my wife… but it's a fact… and I want you to see for yourself!'
'I–I… couldn't watch… him!' she moaned, knowing that her heart would break… if she actually had to watch her husband make love to another woman.
'That's beside the point!' Harry Williams was grim. '… But something's got to be done about them! They can't go around… behind our backs… fucking each other… without somebody paying the piper!'
'Oh, G-God!' Her mind visualized separation… divorce… lawyers asking probing questions, the judge sitting implacably… finally giving his decision… property divided… and she was glad of only one thing, as her mind raced, whiningly: W-We… don't have a-any children… yet… Thank God…!
'So… come with me God damn it! You're going to see for yourself exactly what I saw and we can't waste any time getting there because they might be finished… the way they were going at it!' Harry growled.
Lois, in her dazed state of mind, allowed Harry Williams to put her in his car. She knew it was something she didn't really want to do. Nothing could be gained… but there was that inkling of doubt… that necessity to see for herself… not that she disbelieved Harry — the man seemed to be so sincere, concerned… agitated at his wife's behavior — but if she did see it… it would dispel her indecision. She would be in a better position to make a judgment… like the legendary Missourian who had to be shown… first.
Rapidly, Harry Williams drove up the road to the spot where he had found his car parked earlier. He pulled the car off the road, helped Lois out, then holding her hand, he struck off through the brush, to the left of the road, above the stream bed. Lois shrank back, complaining, 'The underbrush'll ruin my clothes!'
'Hell… that's not important… compared to what else is being ruined… by them!' He pulled her roughly along, behind him. 'It's only a little ways… anyway!'
True to his word, after they had gone less than fifty yards through the underbrush, they came to the tree-line on the bank, above the stream. Harry used his binoculars to scan the area. Stan and Lois were below on the sand a little further downstream than he had thought they would be. It was a perfect scene!
'Here!' he grunted, handing Lois the high-powered glasses. 'Just step up on this log… and take a look… right down there… to the left!' He pointed out the spot.
Her trembling hands accepted the binoculars, and she trained them on the prone figures, below. She couldn't control her involuntary gasp. It was Stan… and Vivian Williams lay on her back, legs splayed, obscenely, as she cradled Lois' husband between them, his hips rising and falling, rhythmically, driving his hardened penis deep into her vaginal passage.
Lewdly, smiling to himself, Harry watched as the expressions on her face changed from disbelief to acceptance of the fact… followed by helpless anger… and despair.
'Believe it, now?' he chortled. 'Those glasses put you right down there… to where you can actually see that big cock of your husband's going right up Vivian's fucking cunt… don't they?'
Lois was annoyed by his language, but she held her tongue from comment, answering, shakily, 'Y-Yes… I can see… everything… real clear!'
'Take a good, long look… Lois! You'll want to remember exactly what you're seeing…!'
'I–I've seen… enough!' she mumbled, handing the glasses back to Harry Williams. She stepped down off the log and sat down on it numbly. I'll remember it! I'll remember this… for the rest of my life…! But, I can't believe it…
