RODNEY LICKED HIS lips as he saw the car approach from the distance.
All morning in the sticky heat he’d been waiting for a victim,
and now one was finally coming his way.
The car eventually passed him and he flipped on his siren and sped
off after it from behind the hedges.
Immediately, the beat-up Oldsmobile pulled over to the side of the
road, and Rodney smiled at this, believing he had a submissive
victim, which he always considered to be the best kind.
He soon pulled up a little ways behind it, and, after checking the
plates with the dispatcher, sat back and took a deep breath. And
waited. For he wanted his victim to have enough time to get good and
scared.
Finally, he opened his door and sauntered out of the patrol car
toward the Oldsmobile, looking almost like a sheriff from some old
western.
Then, when he got to the driver’s side window of the car, he
peeked inside. And smiled when he saw he had hit the jackpot.
For the driver was a woman. And not only was she a woman, but a
pretty woman. Rodney thought she was especially pretty, even if she
were pushing 40.
He drank in her long dark hair and green eyes, and her slender tan
body—a body covered by a thin white cotton tank top and denim
shorts.
It was at this time that the woman also looked at him. She saw a
short, thickly set blond man about her age. A man grinning at her
like an idiot.
And she was not impressed.
“Is there a problem, officer?” she asked, as politely as
she could.
“You betcha,” he murmured, thinking she seemed strangely
calm. Though he told himself that she was just hiding her fear. For
they were always afraid of him. Especially women. Twenty years as a
deputy told him this. “Your license and registration,” he
ordered, reaching inside the car.
“What did I do?”
“Your license and registration,” he repeated, in a
brusque tone.
She found the items and gave them to him, and he looked through the
documents carefully. That is, he appeared to look through them
carefully. In truth, though, he didn’t care about them at all,
apart from one thing.
Her name.
Which was Candy.
A name that made his erection come to life.
“Was I speeding?” Candy asked.
“You betcha,” he replied with a smile, while handing her
back her items. “I clocked you at fifty. This is a
twenty-five-mile-an-hour zone. We’ve got a school up the ways.”
“I didn’t see a sign.”
“Oh, it’s there. Trust me.”
“So, how much is the ticket?”
“I’m afraid it’s not so simple.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you see, a few years back some drunk killed a kid not
too far from here. And so the county passed a new law requiring jail
time for any speeding violation twenty miles per hour over the limit.
And you were twenty-five over.”
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m afraid not. You’re facing 30 days in jail. And
a $3,000 fine. Now, please step out of the car.”
“But . . .”
“I said,” he growled, “step out of the car.”
Candy thought for a moment. She thought about all the myriad of
possible actions she could take. And then took the safest one at the
time. She reluctantly stepped out of the car. “Isn’t
there—” she mumbled.
“—Move to the front of the car, facing forward,” he
interrupted, noticing right away that she was a half-head taller than
him, something that bothered him not at all. He liked tall women. He
liked them for the same reason that, in his barfighting days, he
liked tall men. They were a challenge—a means for overcoming
his insecurity about his size.
She sighed in reply to his request, but hesitantly complied, with him
following close behind. And once she was standing in front of her
hood, he told her, “Now, interlock your fingers behind your
head.”
She did, and he slowly started searching her, beginning with her long
toned arms and then working his way down to her breasts, which he
roughly groped for a few moments before moving to her flat tummy,
which he stroked a bit more gently. Finally, his hands reached her
tiny bottom and her long muscular legs, and her groin.
It was at this moment that she thought about ending this ridiculous
charade. But she knew that that could just cause more problems. And
besides, she told herself, she needed a little fun and excitement.
“Isn’t there some way I could avoid jail, mister?”
she asked, in her best girlie voice. “Perhaps we could make
some kind of arrangement?”
In reply, he pulled her arms down behind her back and handcuffed her.
And she turned away from him so he wouldn’t see her grin.
He grinned, too. For a different reason. “You wouldn’t be
trying to bribe me now, would you?” he asked. “’Cause
that comes with a much stiffer sentence.”
“I didn’t mean money,” she told him, rolling her
eyes at his stupidity, with her head still turned from him.
“What did you mean?” he inquired coyly.
She leaned back and rubbed her behind against his body.
And he moaned. And, taking hold of her belly once again, whispered,
“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
“Just don’t take me to jail,” she whispered.
“Oh, I’m gonna take you some place much nicer. Much
nicer.”
He then grabbed her cuffed wrists and yanked her forward, toward the
patrol car.
“Where are we going?” she cried, in pretend fright.
“You’ll see,” he answered, feeling a great surge of
power running through his body. “You’ll see.”
RODNEY PARKED THE car at the end of a lonely cul-de-sac, in front of
a shabby ranch house. And then jumped out and opened the back door,
and pulled the handcuffed woman outside.
“Where are we?” she asked.
“Just shut up!” he barked back, pushing her forward.
Soon, they got to the front door of the house, which was unlocked. He
opened it, and, after peeking inside, entered, dragging Candy with
him.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked.
He didn’t reply. He just kept dragging her. And continued doing
so until they reached a door to a bedroom, at which time he took off
her handcuffs and tossed her inside—on top of an old squeaky
bed, causing her to squeal.
He smiled at this; and, as he strode toward her, he undid his belt
and then his trousers, and finally his white boxers. And, while
standing by the foot of the bed, with his small limp member hanging
out, he barked, “Suck it, bitch!”
She looked up at him and then at her task, and almost burst out in
laughter.
“I said, suck it!” he screamed, before grabbing her by
the hair and forcing her off the bed and onto her knees, right in
front of him. “Suck it or I’ll take you to jail!”
“Oh, don’t do that,” she pleaded, with faux
distress.
“Then, suck it.”
Like in the car, she paused for a moment to think over her
possibilities. But, even though she realized at this point he wasn’t
going to be much fun, she put him in her mouth anyway.
“Yeah, that’s it!” he cried. “Suck it! Get it
nice and fucking wet for when I slam it into your pussy!”
Soon, he gripped the back of her head and started forcing himself in
and out of her mouth, mumbling over the phony gagging sounds she was
making.
“I . . . I’m gonna make you choke on it,
bitch!” he hollered.
But she was hardly choking. In fact, she almost chuckled at what he
had just said, knowing that his tiny erection couldn’t choke a
chicken.
“You fucking whore!” he continued. “You slut! I’m
gonna fuck you so hard! I’m gonna fuck you up the ass!”
Seconds later, he leaned her head against the bed, and knelt on top
of the mattress; and, with his hands tightly around her throat, began
plowing himself onto her tongue at a frantic pace, while gasping for
breath.
This went on for many minutes, and then he withdrew and stepped back,
and looked down at his hard wet manhood. A manhood that was almost as
small as when it was flaccid.
“Get up,” he told her, motioning her with his hand.
She did.
He then removed his shirt and said, “Now take your clothes off.
Slowly. All of them.”
Candy reached down and removed her white tank top, and then her bra,
revealing her small but shapely milk-white breasts, which contrasted
sharply with her tan body.
“Yeah,” he muttered while jerking himself, desperately
trying to maintain his small erection. “Nice fucking tits. I’m
gonna do everything to them. Everything!”
She then took off her denim shorts and panties, exposing a bare pair
of lips.
Which almost sent him over the top. His eyes bulged out and his hand
furiously yanked his member. “You shave that thing?” he
demanded.
She nodded.
“Holy shit!” he whimpered. “It’s gonna be
like fucking a little girl!”
Seconds later, he pointed at the bed and cried, “Lie down! I’m
gonna fuck you now! Oh, man, am I gonna fuck you!”
She stretched out on the mattress and turned her head away, so as not
to laugh in his face. And he jumped on top of her—causing the
bed to loudly squeak. And, after no struggle whatsoever, he slid
himself inside her. And forced her face toward him. “You’re
gonna look at me while I fuck you, cunt! You’re gonna look at
me!”
She looked at him, biting down on her tongue, and he smiled back.
“How does it feel to be fucked?” he yelled. “How
does it feel to be fucked by me?”
She wanted to tell him that she could barely feel anything, which was
the truth. But she just kept biting her tongue.
He soon started slamming himself into her while groping her like a
piece of meat. And did this for a long time—much longer than
Candy had expected. And she noticed that there were almost no
deviations in his movements. He just stayed in the same missionary
position and pounded her. And grunted, making sounds that were barely
audible over the squeaking bed.
And she almost yawned in reply, more than once.
Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open. And a tall, full-figured
blonde a little older than Candy stood at the threshold in shock,
gasping while clutching her face.
She wasn’t an unattractive woman, but she was dressed shabbily
and looked tired, especially around the eyes.
Rodney turned his head toward her and sighed, and uttered, “Shit!”
“What are you doing, Rodney?” she whined.
“Get the fuck out of here!” he screamed back. “Now!”
The woman ran off and Rodney turned back to Candy and growled, “You
fucking whore! Now you’re really gonna get it.”
He then turned her over and entered her behind—something she
also barely felt.
“How does it feel to get fucked up the ass?” he cried.
“How does it feel to get fucked up the ass by me?”
Moments later, he grabbed her breasts and started bouncing onto her,
at a mad pace. “Come!” he hollered, over and over.
But he wasn’t hollering at her.
He was hollering at himself.
And he kept hollering this for almost five minutes before finally
squeezing his ooze out into her, while howling softly, “Aaahhhhhh!”
He soon added, “Shit, that was good! Shit!” And for a
little while afterward he just lay there silently on top of her, the
sweat of his body drenching hers.
Then, she finally spoke. “Am I free now?”
He didn’t answer at first. He just slowly rose and got dressed.
But, just before he left, he uttered, “Get out of here, whore.
If I see your ass in this town again, I’ll throw you in jail,
for solicitation.”
She didn’t say anything back. Or even move. Until she heard him
leave the house.
That’s when she finally burst out in laughter. And recalled how
she had thought more than once during the encounter about exacting
some revenge against this puny little man. But now, any lingering
thoughts of this flew out of her head.
He just wasn’t worth it.
Soon, she got dressed, and then walked out of both the bedroom and
the house.
It was then that Candy saw the full-figured blonde sitting on the
front stoop, with her head in her hands. And, as much as she wanted
to leave, she just couldn’t. For she felt something for this
woman, for a reason she couldn’t quite understand.
“What are you waiting for?” the woman mumbled. “Get
out!”
“It wasn’t exactly consensual,” Candy replied.
“Believe me.”
The woman spun toward Candy with teary eyes and screamed, “Get
out!”
But still Candy didn’t leave. Instead she sat by the woman and
took her into her arms.
“Didn’t you hear me?” the woman yelled, trying to
break free. “Leave.” But soon the woman quit resisting
and put her arms around Candy. And hugged her. And cried.
“That’s it,” Candy said, “just let it out.”
For a long time the women just sat there, without saying anything.
They just held each other.
Finally, the blonde was all saddened out. She released her arms from
Candy and wiped her eyes.
“You his wife?” Candy asked.
The woman nodded and offered her hand, which Candy gently shook. “My
name is Linda,” she said.
“That’s a pretty name. Mine’s Candy.”
“Is that short for Candice?”
“Nah. It’s just Candy.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, you see, my mom was a stripper.”
Linda giggled.
And Candy giggled back, and told her, “There you go. Isn’t
it much better to laugh?”
“I’m sorry,” Linda uttered, with a suddenly grim
face.
“Sorry for what?”
“Sorry that Rodney did that to you.”
“Ah, his bark’s worse than his bite.”
“That’s Rodney, all right.”
“Tell me something, honey. I’m not the first woman he’s
done this too, am I?”
Linda shook her head.
“You, you got some tea in there?” added Candy, pointing
inside the house.
Linda nodded. And smiled.
WHILE WAITING FOR the tea to brew Candy excused herself and went to
the bathroom, to clean up a bit.
She stepped inside the tiny room and found the door to the medicine
cabinet open, and saw a bottle of Viagra staring back at her, causing
her to smile.
“So, that’s how he kept it up for so long,” she
whispered.
She also saw other pill bottles there. Bottles of anti-depressants,
tranquilizers, and a whole lot of Valium. And Candy surmised that
this was likely what Linda had been using to keep herself up for so
long.
Candy then washed up and left the bathroom, and found Linda sitting
on a couch in the living room, with a tea set in front of her on the
coffee table. And she joined the woman. And, over a cup of tea, they
told each other the basics of their lives.
But when Linda poured Candy a second cup, Candy got a little more
personal. “Why?” she asked.
“Why what?” Linda replied.
“Why do you stay with him?”
“We’ve been together a long time. Twenty years.”
“So?”
“He was different back then.”
“So?”
“So, where would I go? I mean, come on—I’m closer
to fifty than forty. And just look at me—I’m a mess. No
one would want me.”
“Lots of people would.”
“Blind people.”
“That’s not true. You’re a beautiful woman.”
“You’re just being nice.”
“I’m not. I’m not nice at all.”
Candy then leaned toward Linda and kissed her softly on the
lips—something that made Linda jump back in fright.
“I’m sorry,” Linda said, shaking her head, “but
I’m not a lesbian.”
“Me, neither,” said Candy with a smile.
“I . . . I don’t understand.”
“I don’t really like labels. They’re all so
meaningless. Gay, straight, lesbian—what does it mean? Me, I
like individuals. Individuals attract me. You attract me. Don’t
I attract you at all?”
“I . . .”
Candy once again leaned forward and kissed Linda—a tender kiss
that was soon reciprocated. And a short time later Candy started
unbuttoning the woman’s blouse, and then reached inside and
cupped the woman’s large breasts.
“I . . . I don’t know about this,” Linda
uttered.
“You don’t have to know,” Candy whispered back,
putting her lips on the exposed parts of Linda’s chest. “Just
feel.”
The two then slowly undressed each other, with their lips never
leaving one another. And, for a long time afterward, they just lay on
the couch together, kissing and caressing and whispering beautiful
thoughts.
Finally, Candy moved to her knees and, while gently fingering Linda,
cooed, “I’m gonna show you how beautiful you really are.
I’m gonna make you feel beautiful.”
And seconds later, Candy’s lips were upon the woman, causing
Linda to moan and shake.
“That feels good,” she whispered, while running her
fingers through Candy’s hair. “I don’t remember
ever feeling this good.”
“This is nothing,” Candy told her, right before putting
two fingers inside her.
“Oh, my God!” Linda yelped.
“It can be as good as with a man,” Candy added, while
moving her fingers in and out. “maybe even better.”
“Yes!”
Candy then returned her tongue while continuing to penetrate Linda
with her fingers.
“Aaggggghh!” Linda finally called out, shaking all over.
“I—I think I’m coming!”
She soon calmed down and Candy looked up at her and saw that her eyes
were no longer tired. They looked happy and young. And Candy smiled
and said, “See, you are beautiful. Right now you’re the
most beautiful woman in the world.”
“I wanna make you beautiful, too,” Linda muttered.
“We can make ourselves beautiful.”
“Yeah?”
Candy joined Linda on the couch and moved her on her side; and, as
she returned her fingers and tongue to Linda, Linda did the same to
her. Though, not having experience in such things, Linda wasn’t
nearly as adept as Candy. But it didn’t matter. Candy enjoyed
it anyway. To her, the sex was as good as any she ever had. For Linda
so wanted to please her, and this made up for everything.
“I’m gonna come soon,” Candy uttered. “I want
you to come with me.”
“Okay,” Linda babbled.
Both women then doubled their pace, and, when Candy heard Linda’s
cries, her whole body started shivering, and she exploded like never
before.
“You did it!” Candy cried.
“I did?” Linda asked hopefully.
“You made me beautiful!”
And, for the next few hours, they kept making each other beautiful,
over and over and over.
LINDA AWOKE WITH the setting sun and saw the wonderful woman snuggled
up against her.
Candy’s face was lying gently against her breasts, and it
looked almost as if she were suckling them.
And, with the back of her hand, Linda caressed Candy’s cheeks.
And smiled, feeling a love stronger than anything she ever felt
before.
Soon, Candy awoke and smiled back. And kissed Linda. And touched her,
all over.
But suddenly a dark thought entered Linda’s head. The first
such one she had had in hours. And she pulled away from Candy.
“What’s wrong?” Candy asked.
“It’s almost time,” Linda replied.
“Time for what?”
“Rodney—he’ll be back. For dinner. You better get
out of here.”
“He doesn’t frighten me.”
“He should.”
Candy shook her head and told her, “No, he shouldn’t. He
shouldn’t frighten you, either. He’s a total loser. Come,
leave with me.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“He’d just find me. And he’s got an awful temper.
He’d do something terrible.”
“Tell me something, Linda. Has, has he beat you before?”
Linda didn’t answer.
“Linda?” Candy asked softly, grabbing the woman’s
hands. “Has he?”
Linda nodded, tears in her eyes.
Then, all of a sudden, those lingering thoughts of revenge Candy felt
against Rodney flew back into her head.
Candy, too, had a temper. A temper far worse than his. And it was
about to be unleashed.
“How would you like it,” Candy said, “if he
couldn’t hurt you again? If you could be free of him forever?”
“You don’t mean . . .”
“No, I mean something a whole lot better.”
“What?”
Candy just smiled in reply.
RODNEY DUG INTO the thick and hearty beef stew with an uncommon
vigor.
The day’s events had left him famished, and he felt almost mad
with hunger. A hunger he never knew before. And, before long, he was
barely even chewing his food.
Now and then, though, he would glance at his wife at the opposite end
of the table, who was just staring blankly at him in front of an
empty plate. He had expected whining from her when he came home, and
was prepared for it. But he wasn’t prepared for this. And it
made him uncomfortable.
“Aren’t you eating?” he growled.
“I already ate,” she told him. “I ate all
afternoon.”
He thought this comment odd, but returned back to his food. And
suddenly noticed something about it. And said to her, “You
know, the stew tastes a little different tonight.”
“Does it?” she replied.
“Better.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
He nodded and ate even faster than before. Soon, he was just shoving
down his throat.
And then, then he started feeling a little weird. And sleepy. And
soon struggled to keep his eyes open.
But he didn’t struggle for long.
WHEN RODNEY AWOKE he saw that he was alone in the kitchen, and that
it was still dark outside.
He was feeling woozy, but tried to stand anyway.
But something stopped him.
And then he realized what. He realized that his hands were cuffed
behind the heavy kitchen chair.
He also realized that his pants were gone.
“Linda?” he screamed. “Where the fuck are you? What
have you done? Get the fuck out here, you stupid bitch!”
Linda rushed into the kitchen, wearing nothing but lingerie and a big
smile. “You called, sweetie?” she uttered.
“Get me out of these fucking cuffs!” he hollered. “You
dumb fucking bitch, I’ll kill you! I’m a cop—don’t
you know I can kill anyone I want!”
Suddenly, there was laughter from nearby.
“Who’s that?” he demanded. “Show yourself?”
Moments later, Candy entered the kitchen, wearing only a bra and
panties. “Remember me?” she asked, with an even bigger
smile than what was on Linda’s face.
“What the fuck’s going on here?” he yelled, trying
to break free of the chair. “I’ll fuck you up, cunt! I’ll
fuck both of you up!”
Candy, in response, rushed up to him and slammed her fist into his
nose, breaking it.
“Shut up, bitch!” she cried. “It’s you who’s
gonna get fucked up! You!”
He cried out in pain, with blood running down his mouth and chin, and
finally onto his police shirt. “Help me!” he called out.
“Somebody help!”
Candy turned to Linda, who looked a little jittery and unsure of
herself.
But when she saw Candy nod, Linda nodded back, and picked up a roll
of thick tape from the counter top and tossed it to Candy, who then
used it to tape Rodney’s mouth shut.
“You fucking whore!” Candy screamed at him. “You
slut! I’m gonna fuck you so hard! I’m gonna fuck you up
the ass!”
Candy then smiled. And started taking off her bra—slowly, just
as she had done in the bedroom earlier that day. “I have nice
fucking tits,” she said, caressing her milk-white breasts.
“Don’t I?”
When he didn’t respond, she kneed him where it hurt the most,
causing him to squeal.
“Don’t I?” she demanded.
Again he didn’t respond. So again she kneed him. And then
yanked his hair back. And again he squealed.
“Don’t I have nice fucking tits?” she hollered.
He nodded his head, over and over.
She again smiled, and, seconds later, slowly took off her panties,
exposing her bare pair of lips. “It’s just like a little
girl’s,” she uttered in her best girlie voice, while
fingering herself. “It’s gonna be like fucking a little
girl. Only you’re gonna be the little girl!”
She then looked at him and saw tears forming in his eyes. And kneeled
down and grabbed his little limpness, and put it in her mouth. And
slobbered over it until it was hard. At which time she withdrew it.
“We put enough Viagra in that stew to keep an Elephant hung,”
she told him. “You’re gonna be hard all night for us. Not
that it would matter much with that little prick of yours.”
She then chuckled at her own remark, and impaled herself on him. And
the very moment he was inside her she forced his head toward her.
“You’re gonna look at me while I fuck you, cunt!”
she yelled. “You’re gonna look at me!”
Then, as she rode him like a horse, she turned back to Linda and
cooed, “Linda, come here please.”
Linda, who was somewhat horrified by what she saw, didn’t move.
“Please, Linda,” Candy begged, “I need you.”
Linda hesitantly walked over to her; and Candy passionately kissed
her under the watchful eyes of Rodney.
Candy also took off Linda’s lingerie, and fondled her breasts,
before returning her gaze to Rodney.
“I fucked your wife all afternoon,” she said to him. “I
cuckolded you, bitch.” She then turned to Linda, and, while
fingering her asked, “Didn’t I?”
“Yes,” Linda moaned. “Oh, yes.”
“And I made you come.”
“Yes.”
“Did he ever make you come?”
“Never.”
Suddenly, Candy grabbed Rodney’s hair and told him, “See,
I’m more of a man than you are.” And, while continuing to
ride him, Candy shoved two fingers in and out of his ass, causing him
to shake and shiver in pain, with tears rolling down his face. “How
do you like being fucked up the ass?” she demanded. “How
do you like being fucked up the ass by me?”
He just moaned and groaned in reply.
Minutes later, she finally took out her fingers and jumped off him.
“I’m tired of that little dick!” she whined. “You
wanna fuck him, Linda? You wanna fuck that little prick?”
Linda didn’t answer at first, but then nodded her head.
Candy smiled back and knocked Rodney’s chair back onto the
floor, and uttered, “Good. I’m gonna try his nose. It’s
got to be bigger than his dick.”
She then took Linda’s hands and guided the woman on top of him.
And, as Linda bounced on top of Rodney’s tiny erection, Candy,
while facing Linda, sat on Rodney’s broken nose and heard him
screech in agony.
And that was before she rode him, which made him squirm and writhe
and whimper.
Candy watched this with glee, especially when she saw the blood
slowly dripping down his face.
Eventually, though, she got tired of looking at Rodney. And so she
turned to Linda, who was still riding her husband’s erection,
and the two women kissed and caressed each other for what seemed like
an eternity.
Finally, Candy broke free of their embrace and hollered, “Damn!
The little shit’s gonna make me come!”
She quickened her pace on his nose and, grabbing Linda’s
breasts, yelled, “I’m gonna fucking come on him!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Fluid then poured out of her, onto his face.
She looked down at his wetness and shook her head; and said, “You
know, that’s just not good enough.”
And so she stood up and squatted over his face, and pissed on him—in
his eyes and on his nose, and in his ears.
She smiled afterward, with contentment. And then looked at Linda, who
was still bouncing on top of Rodney.
“Let’s go,” Candy whispered, reaching out for her,
“you’ll never come over that dick.”
Linda nodded and took Candy’s hand, and they both stood up and
began to walk off.
Suddenly, though, Linda stopped. And uttered, “Wait.”
“What?” Candy asked, still holding her hand.
“Twenty years. Twenty years I’ve been married to that
asshole. And, you know what, this just doesn’t make up for
everything.”
“What do you want to do?” Candy asked, with a bit of
trepidation.
Linda turned around, and, after releasing Candy’s hand, slowly
moved toward Rodney, who cowered as best he could on the floor.
Finally, Linda stood over him. Over his face. And then, much like the
way Candy had done, she squatted.
Only she didn’t piss on his face.
Instead she clenched her face and groaned.
And shat.
And then wiped her ass on his police shirt.
“Now, we’re even,” she said to him, just as Candy
walked up to her and took her hand, and led her to her bedroom.
And, after they both got dressed and packed Linda’s things,
Candy led her out of the house for good.
Then, on the front stoop, where the two women first came together,
Candy suddenly released Linda’s hand and stepped back into the
house. And calmly walked up to Rodney, whose erection was still hard
from all the Viagra he had consumed. And she told him, “Just in
case you’re thinking of coming after Linda or me, I think it’s
only fair to warn you about something . . . me. That’s
right, me. If you ever make it back to that little police station of
yours, do a search for Candy Summers. You’ll discover what I’ve
done to those who’ve fucked with me in the past. And you’ll
realize that you got off easy tonight. Way easy.”
THE TWO WOMEN reached Linda’s car and stopped.
“Now what?” Linda asked.
“I think we go our separate ways,” Candy replied,
lowering her eyes.
“What do you mean?” Linda cried, caressing Candy’s
cheek. “I love you. Don’t you feel the same?”
Candy raised her eyes and nodded. And said, “That’s why
we have to separate.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was telling the truth back there. I’ve done bad
things, Linda. Real bad things. People are after me. The FBI. The
mob. Everyone.”
“I don’t care.”
“But I do. You could get hurt.”
“I’ve already been hurt,” Linda muttered, clenching
Candy’s hands. “I’ve been hurt all my life. Only
now with you has the hurt stopped.”
“I . . .” Candy began.
But she couldn’t finish. She couldn’t finish because
Linda kissed her, and wouldn’t stop kissing her.
And would never stop kissing her.
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