“Hi,” I replied, avoiding her exposed crotch. Jesus, the women were falling all over me these days. “I hope Amy hasn't gone to lunch yet.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Not yet. Just a moment.” She pushed a button on a box and purred, “Mrs. Brady, there's an important caller out here waiting for you.”
She looked up at me, smug and cute as hell with her little game. “She'll be right out, Mr. Brady.”
I winked into her groin and turned, sitting down with two or three patients, who turned their sorrowful eyes on me like basset hounds. They reminded me of Alexander, whom I'd left locked in the garage, hardly speaking to him that morning. Damn him. He was the cause of all my problems.
Amy popped out a moment later, looking clean and fresh and somehow sexy in her starched white uniform. “Oh, it's you.”
I turned on a smile. “Sure, Don Brady, remember? Where can we talk?”
She led the way to a side room and I followed, watching her ass twitch, thinking how lucky I was to have a wife with a good enough bottom to capture the attention of her very own husband. Not many guys went around ogling their wives. Other people's wives, yes. I was finished with other people. Amy was all I wanted.
I closed the door behind me and looked about the small supply room, which smelled like a hospital ward. “You look good, kid.”
“Thank you,” she sniffed, lifting her chin. “Well, can you explain last night?”
“Easily. We had a long talk, Aunt Charlotte and I and I told her how it was. That we were through with her young relations and to keep them out of our hair.”
“Did she agree?”
“Uh… not exactly, but I poured it to her good”- Lord, what a choice of words! — “and she got the message. I finished by walking out on her.”
She seemed doubtful. “It took you long enough.”
“I told you, I gave her the message good. We're through with the whole Pipp crowd.”
“Well…”
“I really came to find out about you, baby,” I purred, stepping close and putting my arm around her waist, pulling her hip against me. “You're not still mad, are you?”
She made another sniffing sound. “I suppose not, if you really made that woman understand.”
“Believe me, I gave her everything I had.” I hoped my nose wasn't growing longer every time I opened my mouth.
She looked me in the eye and, as I began to grind my crotch over her hip, letting her feel my hardness, she blinked. “How about Aunt Charlotte, is she attractive?”
I laughed. “That old bat? If she's thirty-five she's wearing the body of a fifty-year-old. Maybe she was like Trudy in her younger days, because she's a burned-out shell of a woman now. Ugh, really a shame.”
She blinked. “I guess I believe you.”
“What about you?” I shot back, wanting to leave the Pipp family in the dust. “Did you get over to see the doctor this morning?”
She nodded.
“Well, what did he say? Is anything wrong?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Nothing abnormal.”
I pursed my lips. “Just fagged out, right? That's good. We'll see that you get plenty of rest, with your old dad close by to administer soothing comfort. How does that sound?”
Amy never had a chance to answer, because the door was opened behind us and the green-eyed receptionist stuck her head inside. “Ah, here you are. More visitors, I'm afraid. My, you are popular people today.”
Behind her I could see Buddy's long head bobbing and then Trudy was looking in on tiptoe. They said something to the receptionist, who stepped out of the way as they came inside. “We'll just talk to our friends in here, if you don't mind,” Trudy was purring as she closed the door on the receptionist. As she came toward us, Buddy stepped to the door and snapped the lock home.
Nothing was said for more than a minute, before Trudy, looking younger and prettier than ever, chirped, “I got kind of worried about your nastiness on the phone this morning, Mr. Brady. So we checked your office and they said you might have come over here. Lucky break for us that we caught you before you ducked out for lunch
… or a nooner or whatever it is married people do at lunchtime.”
“Didn't I make myself clear, Trudy?” I snapped, stepping before Amy and half pushing her behind me. “I want you and yours to butt out permanently. Good-by, Buddy, Trudy. It's been nice.”
Trudy cocked her head. “You're really not kidding.”
“One hundred per cent correct.” I was boiling and my fingers itched, wanting to hit somebody.
The blonde angled her chin toward Amy, who had come out to stand beside me. “What about hot pants here? Can you speak for her, too?”
“Of course.” Perhaps they heard some lingering doubt in my voice.
“She's an adult,” Trudy continued. “Let her talk for herself. How about it, Mrs. Brady, are you sure you don't want Buddy and his magic snake coming around any more? You two have had lots of jollies lately.”
Amy shook her head. “No, I don't want to see him again. I'm sorry, Buddy, but it's sick. We're through with all of it.”
Buddy turned to his sister. “I ought to have a chance to test her, Sis.”
Trudy frowned. “Huh?”
“If she puts me down, then we can believe it, you dig?”
The girl's blue eyes twinkled. “Fair enough. If Buddy can't heat you up, Mrs. Brady, we'll know you mean what you say. Otherwise, it's back to the old baby-sitting syndrome, right Mr. Brady?”
It was crazy, but the kid had the idea. If Buddy could make my wife hot now-here and now-then there would be no use kidding ourselves. If we were weak now, we'd be weak later when the Pipps came sniffing around. So I felt myself nodding, praying that Amy would be strong.
Trudy and I stepped aside, feeling like alley cats watching a street fight being born, as Buddy moved toward Amy, a stupid smile on his mouth. He came close, stalking his prey, and Amy stared into his eyes like a cobra being mesmerized by a more intelligent and agile mongoose.
Then he was before her, his arms around her waist, jerking her against him as her eyes widened until they were almost perfectly round. Holding her tightly, his hands went down to the cheeks of her buttocks, where they ground into her tender meat, readying her for his own special dinner menu.
Amy's head fell back and her eyes fluttered. I was sweating by now, my lips moving as I silently urged her to find strength from somewhere.
Amy whispered to Buddy, “Kiss me, you fool.”
My heart fell into my shoe as his leering mouth closed over her wide-open lips. An instant later his head jerked back, teeth marks all across his upper and lower lips, and I realized that for once the cobra had won. He leaped away, his fingers rubbing his mouth.
“What… what was that all about?”
“Keep your hands off me for good, Buddy Pipp,” Amy intoned. “Now you know my husband means what he says and that he speaks for the Brady family.”
The young people withdrew and, much as I wanted to sock Buddy Pipp in the jaw and turn Trudy Pipp over my knee, Amy vetoed my wish. “No, they're aware that we're not fooling any more,” my wife was saying. “Let's at least part like human beings. There's been too much physical contact already.”
Buddy, perhaps in a mild shock, looked at his sister. “What now?”
Trudy made a face, shrugging. “I guess Aunt Charlotte had a good idea, after all. We might as well all go together.”
I frowned, suspicious. “Go where?”
She looked at me. “To Miami. My folks hit it big at the track down there and called Charlotte and us. They said there's plenty of money and action for everybody, if we want to come down and play in the Florida sun.”
My smile was grim. “I hope you have a nice trip.”
Trudy nodded, taking her brother's arm as they backed toward the door. Freeing the lock, Buddy went outside at once, apparently afraid I was still going to paste him one. The little blonde who had showed me so many new erotic games to play looked at me one last time, her smile quite sad.
