He brought his hands around to them, cupping one in each hand.
She nibbled in his ear and moaned louder.
Trembling, he pulled the blouse over her head and gasped when he saw her breasts. “They’re magnificent.” He lowered his head to take a nipple into his mouth.
She arched her back and moaned still louder.
Without removing his mouth, he worked her skirt up and put a hand inside her panty hose. She wasn’t wearing panties.
“ Take them off, quick,” she whispered with her tongue in his ear. He complied, rolling them off of her agreeing form, leaving her clad in nothing but her short checkered skirt.
“ Do you like me like this, naked and waiting, wanting you?”
“ I sure do.” And he pulled her toward him. Their lips met, tongues jousting. She tugged at his belt and pulled down the zipper of his jeans.
Holding fast to her tongue, he pushed his underwear and jeans to his knees, then, kicking off his loafers, he shed the pants. She grabbed between his legs and it was his turn to moan, and to worry.
“ What’s the matter,” she said, “don’t I excite you?”
“ It’ll be okay,” he said. He gently pushed her back, knowing that it wouldn’t be. Why of all days did he coke himself up today. And why of all days, did she pick today to finally succumb. Life wasn’t fair.
All of a sudden Mick Jagger and the Rolling Stones started to scream as his stereo jumped to life.
Evan sat bolt upright.
“ Somebody’s here,” Sherry said.
Sam Storm cranked up the volume, and while the couple in the bedroom were still in a state of surprise, he burst into the room, grinning.
Evan jumped off the bed, determined to make a fight of it, but he was no match for Storm. He interrupted Evan’s lunge with a blow to the face that knocked him out. Then he turned to face the girl.
“ I’ll do anything you want,” she said.
“ If you fuck good enough, I might leave you alive.”
“ I’ll fuck great,” she whimpered.
He reached into his coat and pulled out a length of rope and said, “Bring that chair over here.”
She did it.
He picked up the unconscious man, set him in the chair and tied his hands behind it and his feet to its legs. Then he said, “Suck his cock.”
She went down on her knees, took him in her mouth and began sucking on his limp member.
“ If you don’t make it hard, you die.”
She ran her tongue over the tip and pumped her hand up and down the shaft. After about five minutes Evan came to and ruined Sam’s fun.
“ Sherry, what are you doing?” he moaned.
“ If I don’t make it hard he’s going to kill us.”
“ Stop it, Sherry. He’s going to kill us anyway.”
She stopped, “But he said.”
“ He lied.”
The woman turned to look at Sam. “You said.”
“ Your boyfriend is right, I’m going to kill you anyway,” he said. Then he grabbed the kneeling woman by the hair and slit her throat with his razor sharp Bowie knife. She twitched, gagged, then slumped to the floor, drowning in her own blood.
“ Why?” Evan asked.
“ Because Rick Gordon ruined my life.” Then he swung the knife in a great arc and removed Evan Hatch’s head.
Chapter Six
Rick was the last off the plane. He wasn’t in a hurry. He said his good-byes to the flight crew with a smile he didn’t feel, hoisted his shoulders and walked off like a man with nowhere to go.
“ Uncle Rick, over here!”
He looked up, smiled a real smile at the two visions of teenage loveliness that came rushing toward him.
“ Oh no, the Tees,” he, d been calling the twins that since they were toddlers. T for Torry, the oldest by three minutes, and S for Swell. T amp; S, the Tees. Because the girls were identical, Christina gave them unique names.
He dropped his carry-bag, took a girl under each arm.
“ Are you going to stay awhile this time?” Torry asked, “or are you going to pass through without taking us anywhere?” For the last twelve years, every time he came to Los Angeles, he took the twins somewhere big, Disneyland, Knott’s Berry Farm, Magic Mountain, the zoo, or Mexico. The challenge was always to have a better time than the last time.
“ I thought I might take your mother to dinner and leave you two home to wait up.”
“ We have to go someplace good,” Torry pouted.
“ No, we don’t. You take Mom someplace good,” Swell said, shooting her sister a look that said, “Shut up!”
“ Where is your mother?”
“ She’s out front, parked in the red,” Torry said, smiling.
“ That figures.” Rick remembered that Christina had told him once that the reason curbs were painted red was so she could always have a place to park. She paid about five hundred dollars a year in parking fines.
“ How come she didn’t come in with you guys?”
“ A cop was hassling her about parking there, so she sent us in,” Torry said.
“ Did she move the car?”
“ Don’t bet on it. If I know Mom, she started an argument with the poor cop that won’t end till she sees us walking out the door,” Swell said.
“ Your mother is one of a kind.” Rick laughed. The last time he’d arrived in L.A. the twins were gangling girls who went careening through the concourse, causing travelers to take cover to avoid being run down by their rambunctious cascade. Now they were young women.
Squinting as they left the terminal, he curved his lips into a smile. Swell knew her mother, she was indeed arguing with a pair of police officers.
Seeing Rick and her daughters approaching, she smiled, said to the officers, “Okay you win, I’ll move it.”
The policemen, knowing they’d been had, shook their heads as Rick and the girls climbed into the red Toyota convertible.
“ Pretty blondes always get their way,” one of the officers said with a smile on his face.
“ But they shouldn’t.” Rick laughed.
“ But they do,” the other officer said as Christina started the car.
Sitting in the shotgun position with the twins in back, Rick thought about Christina. When they first met she was pregnant and married to one of his best customers, and when her husband died two years later, he was pleased to let her continue buying his product. She paid on time and he had grown to love the twins as if they were his own.
“ Time truly does heal all wounds,” she said, as if reading his mind.
“ That’s what I hear.”
“ You know,” she added, “I’ve been trying to get a hold of Evan all night and kept getting his machine.”
“ When I left he was on his way to have lunch with you know who. Maybe he finally got lucky.”
“ Maybe.” She put a CD into the player. Christina was a devoted Beatle fan and collector, so, for the
