No no no no no!
Wait her out, I told myself. Any second now, she’ll lie down. Before long, she’ll be sound asleep.
“Come here, Rupert,” she whispered.
I flinched and gasped and clutched the keys. They clanked together for a moment before my hand squeezed them silent. Wesley made a choky-sounding snort. Moaning, he rolled onto his side. Which put his back toward me, his face toward Thelma. She stayed silent. After a few seconds that felt like an hour, Wesley resumed snoring.
I stood by the bed, the keys in one hand, the razor in the other.
I stared at Thelma.
Though I couldn’t see her eyes—or even which way her head was turned—I knew she was watching me.
Slowly, I began sidestepping toward the foot of the bed.
She’ll think I’m coming, I told myself. Right up to the instant I bolt for the door.
At the foot of the bed, however, I didn’t bolt
One step in the wrong direction, and Thelma would let out a shout. I knew it. I didn’t have the slightest doubt. Her outcry would wake up Wesley, and they’d both come after me.
Deal with her alone, or deal with them both.
Also, I was curious. It seemed very strange that she’d whispered, Come here, Rupert. Why had she done that instead of yell?
She continued to sit upright while I crept past the foot of the bed. Wesley continued to snore.
When I rounded the corner, she eased herself sideways and lowered her legs. She sat on the edge of the mattress and waited for me.
A pace or two away from her, I stopped.
She grabbed the front of my belt. Not resisting, I let her pull me until I was standing in front of her. She pulled me closer to her. I stepped in between her knees. Her legs rubbed against mine.
Still gripping me by the belt, she whispered, “Give me the keys.”
This time, her whisper didn’t seem to disturb her husband. He kept snoring, and he didn’t move. The way I towered over Thelma’s head, I had a fine view of him. I just couldn’t tell whether or not his eyes were open.
“I don’t have ’em,” I whispered.
“Wesley?” Not a whisper. Not terribly loud, either, but enough to make him sputter and give out a moaning noise that sounded like a question.
I had the keys in one hand, the razor in the other.
One quick slash with the razor…
Even if she deserved such a fate—and she did—I couldn’t do it to her. Not this way, surprising her in the dark. For one thing, she was a woman. For another, it would’ve been cold-blooded to kill her except as a last resort, to save myself.
Wesley’s snoring had stopped.
Instead of slitting Thelma’s throat, I pushed my left fist against her body. It met warm, yielding skin. Her hand fumbled with my fingers. I opened them and she took the keys. They jingled a few times, then went silent.
“Mmmmm?” Wesley asked.
“Nothing, honey.”
“Mmm.”
A few seconds later, he was snoring again.
I heard a couple of quiet clinks—Thelma setting the keys down somewhere, I suppose. Maybe on the mattress behind her.
Still clutching my belt with one hand, she used her other hand to rub the front of my shorts. Then she slowly slid my zipper down. She reached in.
Something like that should’ve gotten me hard really quick. But I was damn scared, and Thelma wasn’t quite in the same class as the other gals. In fact, I might’ve been just as horny if she’d been Wesley. I was shrunk up so small I’m surprised she could find what she was hunting for.
She found it, though.
And started working on it.
I remembered the time by the campfire, and how she’d tried to split me with a razor.
The same razor I was holding in my right hand while she squeezed and stroked and pulled on me.
I knew she didn’t have a weapon, this time. Not in her hands.
One hand held me by the belt, the other by the dong.
Reaching out with my left hand, I found the top of her head. I caressed her short, damp hair. I slid my fingers in and held on. Then I felt along the side of her head with the wrist of my right hand.
I located her ear.
I put the razor against it—in the valley between the top of her ear and the side of her head.
The hand inside my pants quit trying to arouse me.
It took hold.
“Let go or I’ll cut you,” I whispered.
“I’ll rip your cock off.”
“Just give me the keys, and I’ll get out of here.”
“In your dreams, dickhead.”
Wesley was still snoring.
“I won’t hurt you,” I whispered. “I’ll just go.”
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me, and maybe I’ll let you have ’em.”
You’ve gotta be kidding, I thought.
“Right now.” She gave me a gentle tug.
“I can’t. Not with him there.”
“Want me to wake him up?”
“He’ll wake up anyway if I… do what you want.”
“Who knows? Let’s find out.”
“How about somewhere else?” I suggested. “If we go to a different room…”
“Here. Right here beside him.”
“Just let go of me and give me the keys. Please?”
“That my razor?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“Wanta shave me?”
“No.”
“You sure? I haven’t had a nice, close shave since I lost it.”
“Since you tried to kill me with it.”
“If you aren’t gonna give me a shave, how about putting it away?”
“I’m going to cut off your ear if you don’t give me the keys.”
She made a quiet, laughing sound. “Go on ahead, then.”
As I started to think about doing it, she said, “If you had the guts to go around cutting people, me and Wesley’d be dead right now with our throats slit open. You’re just too nice a fella for that sort of shit.”
“Think so, do you?”
“I know so. And anyhow…” She gave me a squeeze. Not hard, but hard enough. It made me flinch, gave me a sick feeling. “I got you by the nuts, boy. You’re gonna do what I say. Now, take that razor away from my ear, or I’ll scramble your eggs for you.”
I hesitated.
She squeezed harder.
Maybe I should’ve gone ahead and sliced off her ear when she did that. Instead, I groaned and bent over a little, trying to ease the pain.
“Okay,” I whispered.
I lifted the blade away from her ear.
