The Minotauress

response. At the same time, another crack of thunder exploded in the sky. The mansion shook, then—

'Great, that's just great,' Ajax bellyached.

—the lights went out.

'Oh, dear!' Shirley exclaimed.

'Don't worry,' Dean said. 'The generator will kick on in a second... '

They stood in the dark. After several minutes, Dean said, 'Damn it. I'll bet the generator's out of fuel. I better go check.'

'Don't leave me alone in the dark!' Arianne pleaded.

'I'll go,' Ajax volunteered. 'Shirley, would you mind showing me where it is?'

'Oh, I'd be delighted!' Big tits wobbling beneath the sheer nightgown, Shirley retrieved some flashlights from an antique highboy, then she took Ajax' arm. 'Right this way, young man,' and she led him out of the dark parlor for the basement.

Dean switched on his flashlight, then briefly traversed the room lighting candles. He wanted to make Arianne at ease. She took his hand when he sat beside her on the couch. 'Oh, Dean, I've missed you so much... '

Dean wanted to say that he missed her too... but he couldn't. I'm married, he reminded himself. I'm married to a loving woman. 'Jesus, Arianne, how could you let yourself go like this?'

'I couldn't help it,' she sniffled. 'After you left, I had nothing to live for.'

'Come on, Arianne. There are plenty of guys in town you could be happy with.'

'No there aren't. The only real man in this town was you. The rest are just a bunch of little boys.' More sniffles in the dark. 'You're the only man to ever make me come.'

Dean raised his brow in pride, in spite of himself. 'You've got to get yourself straightened out, Arianne. You'll die if you keep this up.'

'If I can't have you, I want to die.'

'Don't say that—'

She shrugged out of the carpet, tiny and wan in the flashlight beam. 'Make love to me, Dean.'

'No. I'm married now. I'm in love with someone else.'

'Well... then just kiss me.'

'No.'

She put her hand on his leg. 'Let me blow you.'

'No.'

'I'll suck your balls—'

'No.'

'Rim job?'

'No.'

'Punch me in the face, then beat off on a Twinkie and make me eat it?'

Dean had to give that one some thought. 'No. I told you, I'm happily married. Now stop this—'

She pounced on him, a ravenous little animal, groping, crying, pleading. 'But I still love you! Let me prove it!'

Dean struggled at the sudden fury of junkie passion.

'Don't you still care about me at all?' she pleaded. She quickly peeled off the ratty little cut-off shorts. 'Baby, please! I know you still care! Fuck me hard like you used to—'

'NO!' Dean shouted, and that was it. He lost control. Next thing he knew he was standing, having grabbed her by the throat with his left hand. Meanwhile, his right hand, balled into a tight fist, slammed into her mouth.

The exchange of inertia caused Arianne to somersault backwards and crash into a spread of Hummel knickknacks arranged on a gold-leaf-trimmed mahogany 18th-Century Demilune table. The table cracked like tinders.

Dean gaped in horror.

This was no Jig-Jag. He'd really done it, he'd struck her, and that was putting it mildly. He'd hit her nearly as hard as if he'd done it with a baseball bat.

Just like the old days.

Nearly in tears, he rushed to her in the candle-lit dark. She was out cold. He carried her back to the couch, touching her face and mumbling incomprehensible apologies.

My God! What's wrong with me! he screamed at himself.

Eventually she came to in his arms—

'Arianne, I'm so so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you—'

Her skinny junkie head leaned up. She smiled, drooling blood, and took his hand. 'I knew it,' she whispered in a sated contentedness. 'I knew you still cared for me... '

««—»»

Big tits wobbling beneath the sheer nightgown, Shirley led Ajax to the basement. Ajax had wood. Sixty years old be damned, he thought. This woman is one hunka-hunka slab of fuck-flesh.

Every so often, the side of a big wobbling tit brushed his arm. Ajax began to leak. Their flashlights bobbed as they descended the wood stairs. 'It's right down here, hon. Thank the Lord I've got a man with me. Women don't know about mechanical things and such.'

'Leave the generator to me,' Ajax assured. 'I'll have this place glowing in no time.'