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Chapter 3: A Change of Scenes
The battle raged in the background. Looking out from the archway, he
noticed a small girl gazing about with terror, a burning cottage as a back-
drop. Hell. Glancing about, he dashed into the street, scooping her up
in his arm. An arrow whizzed beside him. He glanced toward the barricaded
gate as arms and swords twisted about.
"Mama!" she held her arms out to the now collapsed inferno. He was
running back to the portal when an arrow sliced along his thigh.
"A-ar-gh!" he winced as he continued to drag himself and the girl to
the open door. Once inside, he released the girl and dropped to his side.
As he turned to tend the arrow wound, strong arms grabbed his wrists and
pulled him back. As he fought a heavy hilt hit the back of his head.
His eyes openned, the back of his neck was sore. As the mental fog
cleared he realized that he was naked, bound to a huge wooden frame upon a
dais. At the four corners were torches which cast flickering shadows into
the dark room. To his left was a censor, its white smoke gradually climb-
ing into the air sharing its spicy-pungent aroma. From the depths of the
darkness a voice rang out.
"You are a very naughty thief," came the seductive voice, "to have
taken my Jewel." As if stalking a prey, she stepped lightly and with cal-
culation up the stairs onto the lighted dais.
"It wasn't *your* Jewel," he added defiantly. Her raven black hair
danced about her shoulders. The sapphire studded diadem drew the hair
back from her smooth, fine face. A pearl and ruby brocade attached a silk
thong barely about her breasts. A tiger skin wrap hung precariously over
her hips. She approached him.
"So you're Jardak, Prince of Thieves!" She drew close and ran her
hand along his shoulder. A laugh came from behind. Her hand ran down his
side. "I want my Jewel and its Power." He turned looking into her intense
eyes and spat. Her hand came crashing against his jaw. She glared at him
and he at her. Her other hand came flashing up to the other side of his
face. She nodded. A hand grasped his hair and pulled his head back. A
thick cloth was pulled tightly into his mouth. She walked behind him. Her
hand ran along his back and over his ass. S-s-wish! the cords bit into his
trapezius. S-s-wish! Red lines welted up along his shoulder. He squinted
and bit deeply into the gag. His body refused to flinch. S-s-wish! S-wish!
Beads of sweat formed around his brown, his lip trembled as it bit into the
cloth. S-s-wish! S-s-wish! Soon red lines crisscrossed about his back,
arms, legs, and ass. She heaved a deep breath.
"I WILL have that Jewel!" She strolled around before him. She held
out her arm, snapping her fingers. A muscular barbarian came from behind,
stepped down from the dais, and disappeared into the darkness. "With it,
we could rule the Universe," she spoke. Jardak's chest heaved as he fought
back the tidal pain eating at his back. She approached. "It doesn't have
to be like this," she purred her hand directing his face towards hers. "I
can be very accomodating ... to my friends." The barbarian climbed the
steps, his muscles bulged as he bore the heavy tripod to the dais. She
reached down and lifted a poker. Walking over to the tripod, she slid it
into the coals. With a little rustling, its red embers added their glow to
the smoke. She turned back towards him. He closed his eyes and gathered
his resolve.
"N-eh-f-eh!" The image of the little girl flickered before his mind.
She pulled the poker from its glowing sheath. She brought it close to him;
he felt its heat upon his neck.
"Shall I blind you? No, I want you to witness the many horrors to be
perpetrated upon you and your followers. The Great Jardak. They will
curse your name." It moved down slowly. Its heat began to warm his cock.
"Perhaps you can feel the pain as it sears off your manhood. You can
smell your burning flesh...."
The door at the end of the hall broke open, sending a column of light
into the stifling squalor. The figure of a cloaked image filled the door.
The barbarian started to advance but stopped as he stepped off the dais.
She swung about to face the intruder.
"Cease, Isha!" The figure continued its advance. The light from the
dais now revealed his white robe, open to the waist secured by a brown
sash. A curved dagger and a dangling pouch where nestled within. His
features were strong, his white hair tossled about.
"Leave us, Zorel! He is mine. I have business to attend to with this
thief." Zorel started towards the steps. The barbarian advanced reaching
for the man's arm. He raised his arm gently sending the barbarian flying
back across the floor. She faced Zorel. He stopped surveying Jardak.
"You seek the Jewel of L'marind."
"I seek its return!"
"Your methods seem ineffective with this one," he gestured toward the
bound man. "If I help you, what will you give me?"
"What do you want?" she laughed.
"Him." Her eyes turned back to the thief, surveying his firm, muscular
body and now erect manhood. She smiled.
"If you can find out where the Jewel is kept, you may have him." He
smiled an unnerving smile. She didn't trust him. Zorel stepped up onto the
dais. Turning, he clapped his hands. Instantly a circle of flames appeared
enclosing a figure. As Jardak studied its features, he recognized it as the
little girl he saved earlier--frightened, tied out spread-eagle.
"Perhaps you will be more cooperative if you understand what is in store
for the child." He stepped forward, pulling the bag from his sash. "The
Bendoli Desert has many interesting creatures." He reached in and pulled out
a thick, seven-inch slug. He placed it on the thief's calf. "They love warm,
wet places. When inside, they can swell to over twice their size." He
stepped back and laughed. Isha turned and watched. The slug slowly stretched
and contracted, working its way slowly up the inside of his thigh, leaving a
thick, sticky slime behind. His breathing became more intense. Now it moved
over his balls, he felt its tiny teeth groping about. The slime dripped from
between his legs. Its head was slowly moving up the crack of his ass.
"N-n-n-oh!" He struggled against his bonds.
"Where is the Jewel?" she whispered. The head slowly began to penetrate
his asshole. He squeezed tightly, but its smooth steady contractions pushed
it forward. He felt it groping within him moving here then there.
"I have three more for the child," Zorel added, dangling his bag before
the thief. His eyes pleaded to them. He gazed back at the girl who was now
frantic and screaming. Within he felt it growing. Thicker, longer, harder.
It was pressing against his wall. Zorel gathered his bag and moved down the
dais towards the screaming child. The flames died low as he stooped, his
bag before him. He openned its drawstring and drew out one of the wriggling
slugs, tossing it on the screaming child's arm.
"A-A-A-A-A-A-A!" It oozed it way along her arm. He turned to face the
thief.
"That's one. Another?" The sorceror tossed his head and turned back to
the girl. He reached down into his bag setting one on the girl's foot.
"N-N!" Jardak shouted. He turned to Isha, "I-I k-a-a t-a-a-k h-o-o
th-a-a!" She smiled.
"Take me where?" The slug had grown more than twice its size, its teeth
were eating inside him. "Where!" He glanced down at the girl as Zorel placed
the third on her stomach.
"Thuh k-r-ih-h-a k-a-a-v! St-oh-h h-ih-m!" She stepped back.
"The Crystal Cave! We must leave at once," she ran down the steps to
the door. The sorceror rose and turned.
"I'll be back for you." He turned to the whimpering girl, the slug work-
ing its way into her mouth. "Enjoy!" The two went to the door.
"N-n-n-n-n-n!" Michael openned his eyes and exhaled. The dungeon gave
way to the bedroom. The pole continued to press into his ass. His eyes
glanced about the room bathed in morning hues. His heart sank; he had hoped
that this to would be a bad dream. He looked up at his wrists which felt
cold. His arms, covered with red welts, ached. He slowly flexed his fingers.
His legs were quite stiff. He tried to stand as best he could. He glanced
about at the clock, "6:30? Shit!". Aleisha continued her sleep. Alex never
arrived; perhaps he was once again a victim. Despite his captor's presence,
he was alone. Dare he wake her and risk her wrath? "Okay, think, Michael"
He carefully surveyed his bonds. "Most of these things are designed to re-
sist pulling." Pulling with all his might on the left, he stretched out his
right hand towards the bedpost. He slowly rotated his arm. His wrist turned
slightly in the cuff. It was sore, but cool air rushed between his wrist and
its felt prison.
He was buoyed by this slight success. The blanket rustled as she shifted.
His breathing stilled. He strained to listen for any signs that she was alert
to his actions. Nothing. The straining exhausted him. He relaxed again.
Now, he thought, he had a chance. He took a deep breath and relaxed; he made
a quick glance behind him. His fingers worked up the tethers and circled
tightly about them. He drew himself upward, his ankle restraints fighting his
efforts. He tensed and shook his ass. At first the pole wouldn't move.
"Please!" he prayed. He had to relax. But instead of loosening it, he had
steepened its angle, thrusting it more painfully into his rectum. His fingers
crept slightly higher along the cords. He bit into his gag as he strained once
again. He gave a couple pelvic thrusts. The second one threw the end of the
stick back. As he slowly relaxed, he felt the pole's end slide back along the
bed. She turned again. The gather of the blanket caught the end of the pole,
twisting it to the right. A sudden pain gripped him within as it torqued
about. He stifled a scream.
He twisted his hip to alleviate the angling. Slowly shaking and squat-
ting, he managed to work it free of the gather. Tense, relax. Twist. Squat.
Thrust. Sweat formed as he calculatingly gyrated his hips. His throat was
dry and his mind buzzed with its adrenalin rush. T-e-n-se, relax. T-u-u-rn.
Plop! "It's OUT!" he shouted triumphantly in his mind. It rolled to his
inner left thigh, precariously perched on the bed. Aleisha shifted. The pole
rolled slowly about his leg. His breathing raced as it rolled about his leg
towards a certain descent. The back of his thigh pressed against it, stopping
its motion. "If it falls, it will surely awaken her. Crap! ..." he couldn't
think of a sufficient profanity to express this twist of events. Now his foot
itched. "Don't think about it." He stretched his breath out, closing his eyes
to focus his thoughts. BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! Michael started as
her clock went off, the pole clammered to the floor.
"What?" Aleisha drew in a deep breath as she pulled her elbows to her
sides for support. BEEP-BEEP! She reached over and shut off the alarm.
"Oh-h!" She layed back down. Had he truly been lucky? He couldn't continue
with the hand restraints until he was alone. He didn't want to sabotage his
efforts. The relief of eliminating the pole was now evident. He rubbed his
face along his shoulder. The stubble from his cheek echoed like static in his
ears. Putting on his best sneer, "The Don Johnson look in bondage." He gave
a quiet snort, "and other games to play by yourself while spreadeagled and
alone." Now it was a game of patience.
"Come on, Chuck," the redhead cajoled, "something's gotta come off!" He
looked around the poker table. The blonde to his right had only her pink
panties on, her hair covered her breasts with her lovely nipples showing
through. Across from him sat the brunette, twirling a lock of hair between
her fingers, grinning at him with bedroom eyes. She yet retained her black
lace bra, black garter, and hose. The redhead had managed to remove her bra
and panties leaving only a baggy shirt. He gave his schoolboy smile that the
girls loved as he pulled off his shirt, making sure to flex every muscle in
the process. The blonde looked around the card table.
"Mmmm. Just your briefs now." He smiled and shuffled the cards. The
redhead ran her toe up his shin, while the brunette's foot pressed up against
growing bulge.
"Trying to prejudice the dealer?" he joked looking at the brunette, who
stretched back and smiled. He dealt out the cards.
"Perhaps the loser, should be on the bottom," the redhead suggested, her
toe working its way beneath the leg band. She had a delightfully wicked grin
as she cast in her chips. Looking around the table, they all nodded one by
one, casting in their chips.
"I see your three and raise it three," Chuck added smiling. The redhead
looked at her hand, smiled, and threw her chips to the center.
"The loser gets tied to the coffee table," the brunette added tossing
in the six chips and five more. The blonde ran her fingernails lightly down
his thigh. He took a deep breath. She threw in her chips. "What's a matter
Chuck," she teased, "Is it getting too hot for your blood."
"Are you gonna fold?" the blonde asked with anticipation. He stopped
and looked about. A big shit-eating grin broke out on his face.
"I'm still in," he said tossing in his chips.
"Here's your five," she said partitioning her remaining chips. She slid
the remainder to the center, "Call." The brunette smiled and layed down her
hand.
"A royal flush," she purred.
"A *full* house," the blonde added with emphasis shaking the hair from
her ample breasts.
"A straight," volunteered the redhead. Their eyes now focused on Chuck.
He smiled and layed out his cards.
"Nothing," he said sheepishly with a shrug.
"I wouldn't say that," the blonde hastened to add as her hand ran over
his crotch. "You have to take something off." The blonde and red head arose
and saddled up beside him as he stood. He pulled down his briefs, letting
his cock burst free its restraint. He sensed how much they adored seeing his
massive meat. His eyes looked over at the large, round wooden coffee table.
The blonde reached out and took his cock in her hand, "I'll lead you over.
They walked around the card table to the livingroom. The plush white carpet
ran through his toes. He sat down on the table.
"Now lay back Chuck," the redhead added. He started to lay back.
"But it's cold," he pouted. The blonde sighed. His large arms circled
about their waists drawing them to his lap. "Suppose I don't want to lay
down."
"But you promised," added the redhead stroking his cock and balls.
"And you wouldn't want us to go home *now*, would you?" He looked into
the blonde's eyes, then the redhead's. "We'll tie your feet first," she
offered. He nodded. She rose and got a some nylon stockings. She tied a
pair securely about each ankle. Then she and the redhead pulled his legs
apart securing them to the table legs. "Is that okay, Chuck?" the blonde
asked. His huge thigh muscles bulged as he pulled against the restraints.
"They seem pretty secure." Too secure, he thought. But it was a good
time.
"Now lay back."
"But, it's ...." The redhead pressed herself forward against him, pull-
ing his wrists away from the table top. His abdomenals flexed, but couldn't
resist her weight as her hips pressed against his stomach, her pendant melons
dangling before his mouth. He rolled back. The table was cold, but he no
longer noticed after a while. Her lips pressed against his neck. She moved
up, straddling him. Her pussy by his lips, her legs over each arm. The
blonde again attached the nylons to his wrists. The red head rose and went
over to his right. Each secured the hose to the table legs. The two drew
back behind him. He looked down his front to see the brunette still with her
garter belt and bra. She slowly sauntered towards him. She stopped, care-
fully surveying him. She kicked at the bonds holding his feet. "Hey, be
gentle," he said as his leg jerked. She looked down at him and smiled.
"I'm a-l-w-a-y-s gentle," she purred. She stepped up onto the table.
As she towered over him, he could see her auburn bush. She slowly began to
stroke her clit. "Ladies." The blonde and redhead descended upon him, their
tongues began flicking along his arms and chest. The two women looked up in
each others eyes, synchronizing the tantalizing excursions under their mis-
tress' watchful eye. Their teeth circled about his nipples, closing, drawing
upward. As they did so, the brunette ran her stockinged toe along his thigh,
lightly over his bush, back and forth over his abdomen. His cock was rock
hard and a ready to blow. She smiled and clapped her hands. The girls stood
and moved back. She snapped her fingers and the two disappeared returning
shortly with black stiletto shoes. She held out each foot and the girls slid
them on. "Now let's have some *real* music. Put on a flamenco!" The red
head giggled and ran over to the CD. Soon casanets and Spanish guitar filled
the air. "Ole'" CLICK! CLICK! The table shuddered as her four inch heels
came down.
"This isn't funny anymore!" She just smiled at him as the piercing heels
circled within inches of his balls. He felt the clatter and the breeze.
CLICK! CLICK!
"Don't break my concentration!" she winked. She slowly danced around his
side. The music broke into a slow number. His body was now covered with
sweat. Now her finger began to work around her clit. His sagging cock was
once again applauding the performance. She moved over his shoulder, his head
now between her two feet. Clickety click click. Clickety click click. He
looked straight up at her glistening pussy, unwilling to turn his head. The
stilettos became more active. CLICK! CLICK! "OLE'!" she cried throwing up
her arms. "Did you enjoy that, Chuck," she asked rubbing her spike gently
along his cheek and throat. His chest was heaving. She smiled and kicked the
shoes off her feet. He looked over to see the redhead and blonde going at it;
the blonde's tongue eagerly exploring he redhead. The brunette clapped her
hands. The two stopped and looked over. "We can't forget Chuck!" The red
head eagerly dived on his massive prick. The blonde crawled over and began
licking around his ass and balls. The brunette stepped down and sat behind
him. He heard some buckles and snaps. All he could do was moan. She reached
up and pulled his head backwards, tipping it slightly. She gave soft kisses
to his forehead and temples. Her tongue danced around his neck. Her teeth
bit gently at his lips. She felt his empassioned breath upon her neck. He
strained at his bonds. Stretched as he was, his hips couldn't thrust upward
at the warm throat sliding over his shaft. The brunette's tongue pushed in-
side his mouth and his reciprocated. She pulled away, kissing his longing
lips. His eyes closed. Something long and soft was entering his mouth. His
eyes openned. A double dildo. "Fuck me, Chuck!"
"N-n-n-n!" he tried to push the rubber penis from his mouth as it began
to gag him. It was getting bigger. Her weight was bearing down on his chest.
The red head was continuing to blow away.
Chuck openned his eyes to see a pair of thighs straddling his head. A
leather thong secured his head to the loins. But this time there were balls
dangling in his face. He tried to shift to the get the cock out of his mouth
but it was useless. The gag in his mouth made it impossible for him to refuse
penetration.
"N-n-n-n! Oo-oo uh-h-uh ah-h-uh-h!" he cried as he struggled helplessly.
The body on top gave a similar response. He slowly realized that the thief
was in a similar predicament, Chuck's cock was stuffed into his mouth. Was he
the victim or the violator? Both men struggled against the bonds. It was
getting each of them aroused.
"S-s-o-o-p! D-oh-oh-n g-eh-eh ah-r-ou-s-s-h," the voice at the other end
tried to say. His warm wet mouth was bathing Chuck's cock. His voice caused
it to grow slightly. In turn the cock in Chuck's mouth started to grow. Each
tried taking deep breaths. The swellings slowly pulsed to flaccid. Chuck
pulled at his restraints, but there was no give. His arms were bound to the
thief's legs. "C-ah-ah oo-oo f-w-ee-ee m-ah-ah eh-ng-k-uh?" The vibra-
tions ran up his dick. Chuck stretched, running his hand up the firm calf,
its hair running against his for arm. The cock in Chuck's mouth grew then
faded. Chuck was positioned on a table from his perception, the thief strap-
ped on top of him.
"N-n-n-oh!" he let his arm stretch back, "ih-s h-oo-oo h-ah-ah. C-ah-ah
oo-oo ih-ih-f oh-r h-eh-h ah-f m-ah-ah h-ih-h?"
"W-ah-ah?" Chuck gave a gentle lift to his hips.
"M-ah-ah H-IH-IH-H! Oh-oh-r H-EH-EH-H!" The cock in his mouth again
began to grow. It took much longer to pass away this time. His top pulled
away with all of his might while Chuck struggled to hold his hips to the table
top. The leather straps were too tight; his mouth was drawn back over Chuck's
cock which also peaked then faded. The men laid there, their noses sniffing
the other's groins. What if one of them had to piss? Their chests, arms, and
legs were getting sweaty from being in such close restraint. Chuck's mouth
was getting very dry. He swallowed. His mouth carressed the other's dick
causing it to grow. It didn't stop this time. "H-EH-EH H-UH-H-UH!" The
vibrations made grow more. The smooth cock slowly pushed backwards. As it
did so, Chuck's own cock began to grow. The cock pulled back slightly then
pushed back in. What the fuck! Chuck flexed his hips as much as he could to
poke the homo. That caused a sudden growth inside now pressing against his
throat, gagging him. The thief heard him gag and tried to back off. But do-
ing so was exhausting. Chuck's own eight inch dong was having a similar
effect. Pressing, pulling the two ended tired and sweaty. Their limbs ached.
Now their bodies slid easily back and forth along the others. Soon it became
a game of tonsil hockey, each plunging intermittently into the mouth of the
other. Suddenly a hot stream of jism shot down the back of his throat. As
it did, Chuck's cock exploded too. He felt the warm cum drip down his slowly
shrinking dick. The thief's cum was thick, warm, bland. The flaccid cock
layed in his mouth. The back of his throat felt raw. Chuck reflected a mo-
ment on all the women who had given him blowjobs and swallowed his jism.
Good Lord, he enjoyed this. Was he gay? Did the thief feel the same way?
"I'm not fuckin' gay!" he thought angrily. He pulled and the cuffs about
his wrists, flexing his arms. "When I get outta this, I'm sue these sicko's.
That bitch and her ... lover?. Asshole, cutting my dick with shears." Why
did he hit on her? It was those damn eyes of hers. Christ, I gotta piss.
What if they keep us like this for days ... or weeks. His muscles bulged
as he lifted his head slightly from the table. "H-eh-eh-eh-l-p!" came his
muted scream. The flaccid cock in his mouth tumbled about.
Aleisha slowly rolled to her back, looking up at the thief. "Did you
sleep well?" she asked. She sat up and started out of bed but stopped. He
turned to look back at her. She rose and walked in front of him. Shaking
her head, she reached down and picked up the pole. "Aren't you a clever
one." She stroked his cheek gazing into his blue eyes. "You, love, need a
... " her hand stroked his bush, "a shave." He shot her a querulous glance.
she smiled back, "Perhaps after I've had a shower and some breakfast." She
blew a kiss in his direction. She strolled out the door. He heard an outer
cupboard open and close. She turned and entered the bathroom shower. She
started the water and pulled closed the curtain. He could see her outline.
He immediately turned his attention to the wristcuffs.
After several minutes, he could twist his right hand about. His finger-
tips kept flitting about. Buckles. One ... two ... that's all he could feel
but he saw three straps. The water turned off. Damn! He twisted his wrist
back around. The curtain openned. She glanced over at him. Her body was
wet, the droplets rolling easily down her curves. She wrapped one towel about
her hair and patted her body dry with the other. She walked back in and over
to the dresser.
"What should I wear today? Basic black leather? Or ... something more
demure, like your lady friend," she smiled. Michael's head shot around. She
went to the boudoir, openning a drawer pulled out a teal spandex bodysuit
with a diagonal white stripe open along the sides except for a small attach-
ment at the waist. She slipped it on, sliding it over one arm then the other.
She walked over to him. "Does she even know," she grabbed his nipple between
her fingers, pulling and swinging it back and forth, "that you're a naughty
thief?" She released it. She stepped back, "Do you like this? Do you think
it's ... too revealing?" He said nothing. "Well?" Nothing. She picked up
the lash and landed a blow just above his pubis. He nodded yes. This was
not a game. "Now why did you make me have to do that?" She strolled up to
him. She rubbed her mound slowly up and down his cock. "I like you. ...
But!" She went behind him to the closet.
She rummaged around pulling out a belt with straps and eyelets. She
went back to the nightstand and took out some oil and picked up the dildo.
She crawled on the bed behind him. He strained to see what she was doing.
She fastened the belt about his waist.
"M-m-m!?"
"You were a naughty boy," she began as she oiled the dildo, " removing the
pole like that without my permission. I need to run a few errands and don't
want that to happen again." She pushed the head of the dildo up his ass,
pressing it against his asshole. She turned it a bit to wet the hole. With a
little pressure it started to slide up easily.
"M-m-m-m-m!" he cried twisting about trying to prevent penetration.
"Stop squirming," she said followed by a sharp slap to the rear. "This is
a lot softer and ... more fun!" She managed to push it up about five inches.
She pulled a spandex flap under it and hooked the flap in front. Oiled, it
continued to work its way in. She reached inside and started its gentle hum.
"That's low." Its vibrations raced within him. Click. "This is high!"
"AH!" His ass tensed about it. As its tip rolled about inside, he felt
like he'd explode. His hands circled tightly about the ropes. She reached
beside the bed and slowly stood. She fastened the serrated collar about his
neck. "N-n-n-n-n!" he shook his head but it was too late. She stepped down
and went around front. She went to pull down on the cords to attach it to his
ankles and he pulled up forcefully.
"My, you are strong. Don't make me have to hurt you. She took the lash
and whipped at his thighs. S-swish! S-sswish!. His legs trembled from both
the inner and outer assault. It was the momentary lapse that allowed her to
secure the one then the other. He stood in his standing squat. She stepped
back to admire her handiwork. "Ta-ta for now, pet," she patted him on the
cheek. "You tell me if there are anymore naughty thieves." She strolled out
into the kitchen. While he was slowly accomodating to the dildo, with his
knees bent, he couldn't leverage himself to free the buckles to his wrists.
"MM-M-M-M-M-M-M!" he screamed. Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, hell, damn, and
other such thoughts stormed about in his mind.
Aleisha went to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of orange juice,
pouring it into a glass she pulled from the drainer. Sipping it, she moved to
the cabinet over the sink and retrieved a loaf of bread. As she brought it
down, she noticed a car slowing and stopping the corner. Distractedly she set
the loaf beside her as she watched the car. Her fingers pulled off the green
tag and rustled within. The sunlight glared off the windshield hiding its oc-
cupants from her view. The fingers grasped a slice and withdrew it as they had
done a hundred times before. The car door openned. A woman stepped out.
Aleisha moved to the toaster, put in the slice, and pressed down the lever.
She went back to the window, but the woman was gone. She drew a sip of juice.
Questions and suspicions arose. She looked out the kitchen door.
The woman seemed very assured of herself. She adjusted her large white
fedora. She reached back into the car, reaching in to retrieve a notepad or
clipboard. She started up the sidewalk towards the house. Pop! Aleisha
carried the glass over to the toaster. But rather than retrieved it, she went
to the livingroom. There was a faint muffled noise coming from the bedroom.
She went over to the stereo, turning on the amplifier. She selected a CD from
the rack. After a slight pause, a smooth bouncy synthesizer started in fol-
lowed by guitars.
"Whoa boys here she comes. Watch out boys she'll chew you up ..." She
stepped back and smiled. Bap! The paper, she thought. She went to the door.
Openning it, she stepped out. The paper boy was retrieving his next paper
when he glanced up to see her. He watched as she reached down to pick up the
paper.
"Thanks Max!" she called, winking at him. His jaw went slack and his
fumbling hand knocked several papers to the pavement. She turned slowly,
modelling the smooth spandex suit for the freckled 13 year old. Ah, gushing
adolescent hormones, how cute, she thought. She started back then stopped.
She came back down the drive past the bushes. "Max?"
"Yes!" said the boy excitedly as he hurriedly retrieved the papers while
balancing his bike.
"Did you see a woman this morning? The one driving that car," she added
pointing to the end of the street.
"Uh, I don't think so," he stammered trying not to be caught staring at
her breasts. "Wait, I did see a woman with a white hat."
"Where?"
"She was walking up to Mr. and Mrs. Alberman's house." he sat there
needing to leave but wanting to stay.
"Thank you, Max. You're quite an observant young man!" A giant smile
broke across his face. She smiled.
"Bye!" he shouted peddling off. She smiled and started back to her door.
Boys ... at that age they're so manipulable. I'll give him a few years to
grow. Just then, the woman exited the house with Mrs. Alberman. The two were
talking, laughed, and shook hands. She was walking down towards her. The
woman waved. Aleisha gave a faint smile and gave an unsure wave. The woman
went up to her neighbor's house and knocked. The door openned. The woman
reached into her purse and held up something. A badge? The stormdoor openned
and she went inside. Was she with the police? She went back inside. She
dropped the paper on the couch and went to the bedroom.
"Are you a fugitive?" The thief looked at her unsure what she menat and
shook his head no. She slapped his face hard. "Don't lie to me. Are you?"
"N-n-n!" he shouted back at her, his eyes burning with fire. She became
less defensive.
"Why would the police be looking for you?" His mind started to run in
circles. If the police came, he was trapped with no way to escape. Did
Eileen turn him in? "Do you have a partner?" she asked, her voice betraying
her fear and anger. Would Eileen do this? SLAP! "God damn it! Answer me!"
"N-n-n!" he responded. She turned away.
"Who could she be?" she wondered out loud. Eileen? Why? How? What?
She reached down and picked up her silk robe, pulling it on. There came a
knock on the front door. "Don't you make a sound!" she said pointing a menac-
ing finger at him, "or you haven't seen the beginning of pain!" Somehow he
knew she wasn't bluffing. She left the room.
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