There's a terrific place about a mile from here. Great food. Marvelous decor.'
He lifted up a bunch of beautiful red roses.
'For my terrible accident at the picnic. I'm really sorry about that.'
She tried to smile. 'Thank you Mr. Leonard…'
'Tom, please.'
'Tom. It was thoughtful of you. But I'm afraid I'm busy this morning.' When he frowned she added, 'I'm very sorry.'
In a way she was sorry. He was a very handsome man and looked wonderful in his expensive sports jacket. Maybe the picnic thing had been an accident. Everyone had been so tanked up that day, Perhaps he had had too much to drink.
'Can I come in and put these in some water?' he pleaded.
For a moment Mara hesitated, remembering Ruth's warnings about him. But he seemed so pleasant, so easygoing in his smile that she relented and unhooked the chain.
'I can't stay long,' she said. 'I have an appointment.' Leonard entered and surveyed the apartment with interest.
'I like the way you fixed this place up. It has a real personality of its own,' he said.
'Would you like at drink or some coffee?' she asked as they sat down. 'I have to dress. But I have a few moments.'
He smiled. 'Kind of early for a drink. Maybe coffee.'
A few minutes later as they chatted on the couch, she began to see him in a new light. He wasn't at all an ogre, as Ruth seemed to think. There was something disarming about his light banter as he told her stories of his travels and people he had met. She had begun to reverse her whole attitude toward him when suddenly it happened. He began to talk about his favorite hobby: taking pictures.
'Would you like to see some? I brought some along,' he told her lightly, He spoke as if he were discussing a book he had read or a movie he had seen. His voice gave no hint of the cataclysm that would soon follow.
'You have them with you, you mean?' she asked.
He nodded and took an envelope from his inside coat pocket. She glanced at her watch. There were a lot of photographs and it was getting late. She had promised to meet Ruth at the Farmers' Market for lunch.
'Why don't you leave them here Tom,' she said. 'I'll look at them later and bring them to you at school. Okay?'
He seemed disappointed. 'Can't you look at them now, I'd really like your opinion. You see I'm planning to enter them in a contest.'
There was such a childish lilt to his voice that she smiled. 'What sort of contest?'
'A contest where first prize is what I've wanted most all my life and never could afford.'
'Now I'm really intrigued,' she said grinning. 'But I really must dress. Perhaps if I'm finished quickly enough I'll have a little time left to go through them. I hate to just look at pictures and run. Especially if they are so important to you.'
He stared at the bare legs that appeared under her new robe. 'Maybe you won't want to rush off and dress after you see them,' he said in his bantering tone.
She gave him a sharp, questioning look. What on earth did he mean? But there was no answer in his eyes. Sighing she took the photos out of the envelope.
The first ten or fifteen were shots he had taken at the picnic tables and environs, showing different teachers eating, talking, playing tennis, shuffleboard or throwing horseshoes. They were interesting, she thought, but hardly of contest rank. She began to think that maybe she had mistaken him after all when suddenly another picture made her catch her breath.
It-was a picture of two women in an unmistakable sex act. One woman had her head buried between the thighs of the other. She could not make out the identities of the women but the sex act was a sixty-nine.
She handed the photos back to him with an angry frown. 'Really Tom I never thought you'd do anything as dumb as this.'
'Keep looking Mara,' he suggested. 'There are even more interesting photos that follow that one.'
She tried to rise from the couch but he held her hand.
'Please examine them carefully dear.'
'I am not interested in your pornography, Mr. Leonard,' she said firmly. 'Now please let me up and get out of here at once.'
'Sure you're not interested in my pornography?' He laughed agreeably. 'Even if it's biographical?'
'What are you talking about?' she snapped.
He lifted the picture that followed up to her eyes to see clearly and she trembled. Her own face was now dearly shown in the picture. She was naked and in the arms of. Ruth Peter who was equally naked.
In rapid succession, he passed her several more photographs. They showed Mara licking Ruth's vagina, Ruth licking Mara's vagina, each woman sucking hungrily on the other's breasts and both women kissing each other passionately.
She gave them back to him without another word. 'Care to see anymore?' he asked casually.
She shook her head. 'You were watching us.'
'With my trusty little camera. You see, I followed you thinking we might be a little friendlier. I was a bit rough back near the tables.' He grinned. 'Now I'm not apologizing. It was an accident. But I have to admit I love the feel of my cock against that juicy little ass of yours, Mara. The reason I came was because pumping into your ass made me hotter than a firecracker. In fact what I thought was that you might be lying down taking a nap in the woods and that I might sneak up on you. Then take down your pants and shove my prick into your little brown asshole.'
'Don't talk to me that way,' she said irritably. 'I don't want to hear such vile talk.'
'That's too bad,' he said, his voice hardening, 'because that's exactly how I plan to talk.'
He selected another photograph from the envelope and lifted up for her to see. It was a picture of Mara lying on her stomach while Ruth lovingly ran her tongue along the round beautiful curves of Mara's buttocks.
'You see, that's what I really wanted to do, darling. I had this wonderful fantasy that I would sneak up on you while you dozed off in the warm sun, lower your shorts and kiss your delicious bottom just like Ruth Peter did. Then I would take out my stiff cock and slowly push it into your asshole. It would awaken you but I don't think you'd have minded too much.'
He stopped, unzipped his fly and took out his penis. It was one of the largest Mara had ever seen: It was not only thick but long and equipped with a head that looked like a missile. She turned her head away. 'How much could I win for these photos?' he asked.
'Please, Mr. Leonard, put that thing away and leave. I'm beginning to feel ill.'
'You know where I'm going to put it, baby?' he said affably. 'So let's not play the coy mistress, all right? If you were some innocent virgin I could understand your dismay or the blushing bit. Or the fainting spell. But any woman who goes down on her boss woman's cunt and then gets her own sucked dry… Well really, honey. I wasn't exactly born yesterday. You are a dyke. Well that's okay with me. But I told you I wanted a prize I couldn't afford, didn't I?'
'What do you want damn it?' she said exasperatedly. 'I-I don't have much money. But I suppose we can get you something. How much do you want for the pictures and the negatives?'
His eyes lit up. 'Well now I never thought of a figure really. What would you suggest?'
'I can let you have a thousand dollars. It's all I have in the world.'
'For these?' He laughed… 'These are contest prize winners which can get me ten times that much if I really tried.'
'Ten times that?' she blanched.
'From you and Ruth. She isn't exactly poor, you know. Her parents left her very comfortably off, you know,'
'Please Mr. Leonard don't say things like that. Let me have those. I'll-I'll do whatever you want. But I can't pay that kind of money. And neither can Ruth. I happen to know that her house is heavily mortgaged and that her loss in the security market drained most of her savings.'
He thought for a minute. 'I know you're right because I already checked her out You'll do whatever I
