promised. 'We're just beginning to get acquainted-so let's get married!'
A gush of air came from Conchi's mouth. Married?'
'Why not?' Frank said as he kept on working. 'What's wrong with marriage?'
'Not a damn thing!' Conchi said as she moved her hips in time to the thrusting prick.
'How about Paris?' Frank asked.
'Paris in the spring,' Conchi said. 'Beautiful.'
'Let's run away to Paris as soon as we can.'
'Paris,' Conchi grunted. 'That's the only place for a honeymoon.'
Chapter 20
Keith was drinking his fourth cup of coffee and fighting with his conscience.
He had run down the stairway and into the Coffee Shop after drugging his aunt and trying to rape her. Following two cups of coffee and imagining all possible ways of being apprehended, he had left the restaurant to walk for blocks in frightened contemplation.
Now he was back in the Coffee Shop with the fourth cup of coffee in his hands. He had slipped the drug into his aunt's brandy about twelve o'clock; it was now close to one-thirty.
He was on edge wondering if his aunt had regained her senses. How she felt? What would she do to punish him for the awful thing he had done to her-that attempted rape!
Keith was sipping his coffee so slowly it was becoming cold. What should I do? he thought. Return upstairs to apologize? He had no feeling about facing his aunt's wrath; not yet. But he knew he would have to go up to do so eventually.
The jukebox in the restaurant was playing softly. A singer was singing something about love and the word picked its way through Keith's mind.
He did love his aunt. She was the best thing in his life. That was the main reason why he had agreed to give his semen to her. But how could he help the fact that she had appealed to him so strongly sexually? To be truthful with himself he had to admit he hadn't fought against his desire to fuck her. And that desire had grown week after week until it had become so strong he had dared to drug his aunt.
Even the time he had spent with Bettina Werp and Phyllis Reger had not dimmed his desire to screw his aunt. He knew he had done wrong in using the potent drug. And now he was paying for his smartness-his smart- assness!
To place Conchi under his control had been his aim, and the fact that he had failed to satisfy his desire did not lessen his guilt.
'Damn it!' he said aloud and unthinkingly. He was completely frustrated. He wished he could undo what had been done. He felt in his pocket for some change and became aware that Phyllis Reger was sitting on the stool next to him.
'That can mean only one thing,' she said.
'Trouble!' Keith said.
'Tell Phyllis about it.'
'I can't. It's too awful.'
Phyllis patted Keith's arm. 'Now don't tell me you committed a murder.'
'Worse,' Keith said.
Phyllis ordered coffee from the waitress and turned to Keith. 'How do you know I can't help you?'
'I told you. It's too awful!'
'Tell Phyllis anyway.'
'I can't tell you. I can't!' Keith was becoming crazy with remorse. Talking about it, he was sure, wouldn't help.
The waitress set the cup of coffee in front of Phyllis who put a spoon of sugar in it. 'If you're in trouble, Keith, I want to help. Aren't we intimate pals?'
'Oh, God!' Keith moaned.
'You'll feel better if you tell me.' Phyllis stirred the sugared coffee and tasted it.
'I need help.' Keith was edging himself toward a confession.
'Well, here it is!' Phyllis said.
Keith was going all the way. 'If you have time I'll show what I did.'
'I'm not quite sure of the time,' Phyllis said as she thought of Frank's arrival from Los Angeles today. He hadn't showed yet so she decided to take a chance. 'All right,' she said. 'I'll go with you if you tell me where we are going.'
'My aunt's apartment.' Keith was near tears.
The sudden idea to take Phyllis to Conchi's apartment made Keith feel better. She would serve as a kind of mental and moral buffer against whatever was found there. He knew that his aunt might be fully awake by now, or still be unconscious. She could be filled with rage at what he had done. He couldn't imagine her calling the police, but she would tell his parents, and that was worse.
Phyllis asked, 'Did you do something to your aunt?'
'I tried,' Keith began, and then told the story of his special treatments for Conchi, his ever-rising desire to fuck her, and then how he drugged her.
Phyllis said. 'That's trouble, all right, but you have to face it.'
'I know,' Keith agreed.
Phyllis got off the stool and said, 'Let's go up to your aunt's apartment.'
Keith insisted they take the stairs so they walked up to the sixth floor. The door to Apartment 6-C was closed. Keith gingerly turned the knob and the door opened slightly. He opened it and walked quietly into the foyer followed by Phyllis. A moaning sound struck terror into his heart. Conchi might be dying, he thought.
Almost on tiptoes he crossed the foyer so he could look into the living room. He felt Phyllis' hand on his shoulder and he saw Conchi spread on the floor as he had left her. But now she was writhing lustfully in the arms of Frank Kazarra who was, as it looked, totally fucking his aunt! The moans he had heard at first were becoming little cries of pleasure.
Keith and Phyllis backed out as quietly as they had come in. The lustful lovers on the floor were all too occupied to know that intruders had seen them in sexual combat. But Keith had seen enough to convince himself that his worry had been for naught-his aunt was very much alive!
Whatever had happened to her had certainly changed her attitude toward sex. That was for sure!
And Phyllis was sure of one thing, too. Frank Kazarra would not call on her today or tonight! She breathed easily now and took Keith's hand and walked him down to her apartment.
'I need a drink and you do, too,' she said to Keith.
'I want more than a drink,' Keith said.
'So does my baby.'
Keith watched Phyllis disappear into her bedroom and quickly return wearing only panties and bra. She mixed drinks at the bar and came to him.
'Sit down,' she said, handing a glass to Keith.
Keith sat in a chair and Phyllis sat on the arm of it. 'It looks like we have lost our partners,' she said.
Keith put his hand on Phyllis' soft black thigh. 'I'm happy,' he said.
'I'm happy for you,' she said. She reached down to touch Keith's slacks. 'That little thing is ready.'
'Always is,' Keith said proudly, swallowing some of the highball Phyllis had made.
'Let's play,' Phyllis said. 'My little baby is hot and wanting.'
They finished their drinks before going to the bedroom. Phyllis took off pantie and bra and sat on the edge of the bed. 'Strip,' she said.
Keith quickly got out of his clothes and looked down at his prick. It was hugging his belly as it nestled in the hair on his pubic region. 'Oh, cunto, cunto, here I come!' he said joyfully.
Keith walked toward the bed and Phyllis lay back with her legs opened wide. With hand on cock, Keith moved
