'Oh, no! My mom and dad get so uptight about those types of conversations. They get tongue-tied and end up confusing me more than ever.'
And despite himself, Sam found his tongue saying, 'What is it you want to know, Janet?'
'Well,' she said softly and shyly, 'you know—I mean—I was raped back at Falcon House, but that isn't something I like to think about. I mean, really, I've pretty well managed to put all that out of my mind. Talking with the doctors afterward really helped me. And that was—the rape, anything but fun. I mean, Jesus!' Sam did not notice her slight grimace of disgust at the mention of His name. 'How can you enjoy being forced to do something?'
'I understand. Go on.'
'Those people on that channel,' she said, pointing to the TV set. 'They look like they really
Sam knew how he should—as an adult—respond to that. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but he could not find the words to put the topic to rest. He shook his head to clear away the cobwebs that had gathered, clouding his ability to reason. He startled himself when the words rolled from his mouth.
'Ask me anything you like, Janet. I'll try to explain it as best I can.' And show you if you want it that way, the thought jumped into his mind. And this time his mind offered no objection.
The teenager left her place on the couch and sat in front of Sam, on the ottoman. She sat very close to him. Sam felt her presence very strongly. She was wearing some sort of strange-smelling perfume, and he found it appealing. She began asking questions—very personal questions, questions that he would have normally found very embarrassing. But on this night, he answered them frankly.
When had she opened her blouse? Sam wondered, as he fought to keep his eyes from her full young breasts. Jesus! She wasn't wearing a bra. And her nipples were aroused ... and arousing him.
What the hell is the matter with me? Sam questioned. Something is very wrong here.
But the thought slipped away from him as quickly as it came.
He looked at the small table by his chair. A bourbon and water was there. He didn't remember fixing it, or asking Janet to fix it. Oh, well, he thought, must be the tension of the day coming out. He picked up the drink and sipped it. Exactly right.
He did not know it was his fourth drink.
You would like to watch the porn channel together, the words came to him. 'Why don't we watch the porn channel together?' he suggested. 'Might be fun.'
'All right!' Janet said.. 'I'd like that. We'll keep the volume down low so we won't wake up Nydia or Little Sam.'
'They won't wake up,' Sam said. 'Nydia could sleep through a hurricane and Little Sam takes after her in that respect.'
Sam could not remember Janet's getting in the chair with him, but there she was. And Sam did not object even a little. And when did her blouse get unbuttoned all the way down and pulled out of her jeans?
Who knows and who cares? he thought. Sam fondled her breasts, feeling the nipples harden under his fingers. She sighed and arched her back, pushing her breasts up to his mouth. Sam obliged the body request.
The scenes on the Four XXXX channel, as Sam and Nydia called it, were vivid, with nothing left out. Sam felt himself gaining a slight erection. It was odd, for he and Nydia never took this channel seriously, watching it more for laughs than for stimulation.
'I'd like to do that,' Janet murmured, stirring in his arms. 'I'd
The screen showed a woman masturbating a man.
Sam did not reply, nor did he object when Janet's fingers touched his crotch, lingering there. She ran her fingers down the length of his growing erection.
And then she was gripping him in her small hand, stroking him while her breath came hot on his cheek. Janet kissed him—anything but a sisterly kiss. Her tongue was in his mouth and she was masturbating him to rock hardness.
A moment of lucidity reached him, and he wavered. Then a cloud covered his mental functionings. Janet was naked in his arms and straddling him. He tried to push her away, but the attempt was weak and he felt himself penetrating into the hot tightness of the girl.
Afterward, the scenes would be blurred in recall. But one would be vivid. He pushed the girl from him at the moment of ejaculation, his semen spilling on the chair and floor.
'This is
'Oh, Sam!' Janet said, quickly dressing as Sam was pulling up his trousers and buckling his belt. 'I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to—'
'Forget it,' Sam said. 'It won't happen again.'
Wanna bet? she thought. She thought she might have trapped some of the life-giving seed of Balon within her. She was almost certain of it.
The phone rang. The abrupt shrillness seemed to jar Sam out of what remained of his drug-induced state.
'Sam? Joe Bennett here. Sorry to trouble you this late, but I think we got a problem with the Logandale P.D. A big problem.'
Nydia literally stumbled into the den. Her eyes looked dazed and her walk was uncertain.
'Nydia!' Janet cried, running to her. She helped the woman to a chair. 'What's the matter?'