Chapter 2
"The only trouble with the coffee in this place," Sally Benson remarked to her husband with a sardonic smile, "is that it tastes like battery acid."
Her husband didn't reply. His smooth handsome features were absorbed in watching a waitress of no more than seventeen move briskly from table to table, her willowy movements making her fully rounded ass bounce irresistibly. For a few moments Sally watched too, sharing his reverie, feeling the familiar sharp tingle in her lips: God, she would love to suck on those high pointed tits for a few minutes before diving down to where the honey simmered, down to where she could burrow and kiss and lick until her cheeks were soaked with delicious cunt-juice ... She shivered as her husband put his hand on her thigh and squeezed.
"Me too," he chuckled. "But that can wait until we get to Frisco, can't it?"
Sally made a downward curve with her sultry mouth. "It's not the same, Dennis. Christ, I want something young and luscious, not just another swinging couple. I'm tired of housewives. And I'm horny!" She lowered her voice and her eyes smoldered. "Let's pick a girl up, a young and pretty one, darling. We'll work her over until she's cumming all over us, until she begs for mercy. We'll give her the Benson Special. What do you say, honey?"
"In this hick town?" he retorted. "Too damn dangerous. We'll be in Frisco by tonight, so just relax."
They both smiled warmly at the waitress as she came over to refill their coffee cups and Sally tossed her shimmering red hair out of her face as she looked up at the girl, her eyes widening. The sweet innocent face looked familiar-no, it wasn't the same one, but they could have been sisters. Same wide passionate lips, same lush, heavy tits, same golden tawny skin. Sally's fingers trembled with excitement as she lifted her coffee cup, remembering....
It was almost a year ago and she'd met the girl in the public library. The girl was just seventeen Cathy, that was her name-and she'd been reading a book on French film directors. Sally remembered sitting across from the girl at a table, smiling warmly at Cathy when she'd glanced up, unable to keep her hungry eyes off the golden plump cleavage of the girl's luscious tits. She'd worn a halter in the hot weather and the soft bulging inner mounds of her beautiful tits drove Sally's imagination wild. Cathy's thighs would be like that too, she realized, plump, silken, hot and brown from the sun, with a healthy young cunt that just had to be delicious, judging from her soft ripe lips.
Sally had discovered a strange corollary between women's pussies and mouths, and a sweet shy smile like Cathy's was almost a sure indication of a tender hot cunt.
She began a conversation with the girl and learned that she was in high school, that she didn't have a steady boyfriend, that she loved French films and fervently wished she had either a date or a car to take her to see a new one playing at a drive-in movie that night.
Sally offered to take her, pretending a fascination for French films herself, and the girl quickly agreed. There was something so warm and sisterly about Sally Benson, so sympathetic and generous that girls took to her quickly.
And Sally took to them, with a long hot tongue and highly skilled fingers.
They met again at the library that night and Sally drove them to the movie in her Cadillac. In the darkness of the drive-in, the girl watched rapturously as a triangle ensued between a man, his wife and their maid, while Sally shifted close to Cathy in the front seat. In one erotic scene early in the movie the man left his wife alone with the maid in their bedroom, and the maid's delicate tits heaved fiercely as the wife trailed kisses over her soft belly and then downward, out of range of the camera.
Sally knew only one fact about Cathy before she took her to the drive-in, but it was enough: The girl was healthy and sexually frustrated. She'd admitted she didn't have a boyfriend and there was that hot, wistful look in her eyes, that ready look that Sally had learned to recognize instantly.
"Has anyone ever done that to you?" Sally whispered in a husky voice to her.
"N-no," Cathy stammered, her face reddening.
"It's fantastic," Sally murmured, darting her fingers beneath Cathy's dress to stroke her hot thigh-flesh, "the most exciting thing that can happen to a girl, Cathy. The minute I saw you," Sally whispered passionately, squeezing one of her ripe tits in her fingers, "I wanted to do that to you, Cathy darling. You're so beautiful I couldn't resist thinking, God, I'd love to eat her hot pursy!"
"That's-filthy!" Cathy blurted, but her tits were panting heavily now and her thighs parted. Still she didn't look at Sally or offer any resistance and Sally knew she had her, sensed it from the moment the girl agreed to go to the drive-in with her. The voluptuous redhead knew exactly how to handle girls and knew with devastating skill how to turn them on. There wasn't a girl alive who didn't secretly thrill to the words "I'd love to eat your hot pussy!", and they melted under simple flattery like butter under a hot knife. No matter how shocked they pretended to be, they loved vulgar words, especially in the form of a bold obscene offer. Flattery to a young girl could inflame her tender young cunt faster than a shot of Spanish fly, Sally knew.
"Beautiful, you're gorgeous, honey," Sally whispered in the girl's ear, sliding her fingers up Cathy's silky trembling thigh to the rim of her panties, digging quickly beneath to search out her hotly soaked cunt. "You were made for love, Cathy, I can't wait to suck on your darling tits, baby-mmmmm, you're all wet down there-you really want it, don't you, honey?"
Cathy put her head back on the seat, moaning deeply and spreading her thighs wide as Sally started to stroke her slippery cunt-lips. Her eyelids were fluttering with urgent desire and her pussy squirmed eagerly.
Sally had chosen a deserted rear row of the drive-in movie and now she began to go to work in earnest on the aroused high-school girl. She slid Cathy's panties down and took them off, rolling the girl's skirt up over her naked hips to expose her from her naked, softly curved belly down. The sight of her glistening pink cunt between her curly hairs beckoning like a dainty sweet mouth made the redhead moan with hunger, and she almost gave in to the temptation to squat between the girl's tanned thighs and ravenously suck at her ripe young pussy-flesh.
But the movie was a double-bill and it had two hours to run yet, and Sally intended to explore every inch of her succulent young body.
"Take off your blouse and sit on my lap," Sally told her hoarsely.
The girl looked at her with a blend of wild excitement and fear. "But what if we get caught-it's too risky!"
"That's part of the fun, baby," Sally chuckled, stroking her steaming cunt with her fingers, and Cathy moaned and quickly obeyed, stripping naked. Sucking in her breath with pleasure, Sally clutched a massive hot tit in her lips, loving the fragrant nipple with her tongue, hefting and squeezing the soft swollen flesh in her fingers until Cathy was sobbing and clutching Sally's tits in response.
The panting redhead traced her tongue over to Cathy's other naked tit, sucking on it with lewd voracious moans to make the girl cry out with passion. All the while she stroked her palm across Cathy's steaming cunt, not entering it just yet. She loved to work young girls up into a sobbing frenzy, until they were begging for it.
"Sit on my lap," Sally ordered.
"But-why?" Sally whispered, her creamy young tits heaving feverishly.
Sally grinned, toying with the girl's moist cunt-hairs. Cathy hadn't forgotten any promises she wanted to get her hot young pussy eaten, yearned to see what it was like.
"Because," Sally murmured, kissing her on her wet mouth, "I'm going to finger-fuck you, darling. I'm going to jerk your hot little cunt off and you're going to love it. Now move!"
The girl quickly wriggled her plump, hot ass up on Sally's lap and the redhead grinned, marveling at the magical effect of a blunt promise to a wildly aroused young girl. Stripped of all pretense, Cathy wanted to fuck, and it was Sally's boldness and cunning that got her naked, eager and primed for anything.
Sally rubbed the girl's swollen tits in one hand as she began stroking her fat little clitoris in her fingers, and with panting excitement Cathy locked her ankles around Sally's and began jerking her naked ass wildly on Sally's lap, moaning and gasping as the panting redhead dug her middle finger deep into the girl's juicy cunt.
Sally settled back to a dreamy, blissful reverie as she finger-fucked the beautiful high-school girl and fondled her huge bare tits, loving the feel of Cathy's lush young ass-cheeks writhing on her lap, feeling her own cunt begin to tingle fiercely in anticipation. It was all very dreamy and delicious, a French movie flickering on the screen before them as Sally plunged two fingers up her hot cunt to make her scream softly, as the girl moaned with frantic lust and crushed Sally's hand in a frenzy to her heaving tits, as the redhead lewdly showered savage little bites on the nape of Cathy's neck.
"Oh, oh, my God-ooooooh! I think I'm-ungh! Cumming, gonna cum!" Cathy sobbed, twisted her head around to snake her moist tongue into Sally's mouth.
There were times when Sally wasn't certain which she liked better, a fiery young pussy squirming happily around her fingers or passionately jerking on her mouth, or a magnificent young prick exploding in her fist or her hotly sucking cunt. Young boys and girls both aroused her tremendously but at this wanton moment Sally wouldn't trade the wriggling, soaked cunt jerking feverishly on her fingers for anything.
The one she liked best was the one she was with at the moment, and as Cathy began to cum on her fucking fingers with intense moans of joy, Sally plunged deep into her searing tight pussy, feeling her hot juice ooze into the palm of her hand, bringing it quickly to her mouth to taste it.
"I'm-still cumming!" Cathy protested, writhing her hot ass furiously on Sally's lap.
"Get over into the back seat!" Sally told her urgently. The girl's boiling juice, its fragrant stickiness, excited her tremendously, and now she could barely wait to dig her lips and tongue into that tender hot crotch.
While Cathy crawled over the front seat into the back, the redhead glanced around as she stripped naked. Their car speaker was turned up so loud no one could hear anything and the closest car was fifty feet away.
In less than a minute Sally was in the back seat of the Cadillac with the panting high-school girl, crushing her hot tits to Cathy's, their burning pussies in eager contact.
"You said you'd eat me," Cathy whispered, "you promised!"
The girl thrashed impatiently as Sally inched her way down, pausing to suck at Cathy's trembling hot tits, lingering on her soft belly to teasingly bite folds of flesh, lust soaring in Sally as she got closer to Cathy's fragrant young cunt.
The girl's pussy-lips beckoned like a dainty wet mouth and with a moan of hunger, Sally crouched between Cathy's tanned thighs, her palm rolling back the girl's belly to fully expose her ripe pussy. Then Sally was burrowing into luscious young cunt with a raw hunger, sucking at the delicious pussy-flesh with insatiable greed, crushing her face to Cathy's burning crotch ravenously as she gripped her frantically swinging ass-cheeks in her hands.
"Oh Jesus-dear Lord-unnnnnngh!" Cathy sobbed as the redhead stung her cunt with a series of violent thrills, licking deep and hard with her tongue to lap up her boiling honey, and quickly Cathy locked her naked legs around Sally's back and began to rock passionately against her mouth, already beginning to explode with an orgasm beneath the redhead's fiercely sucking lips.
Sally loved it when they came in her mouth-young boys or girls-but she preferred the hot delicious trickle of cunt-juice to the bursting flood of salty cum. The girl was tugging at her hair and softly screaming, her lush naked ass swinging in a delirium of joy as Sally licked her steaming cunt with obscene relish.
When she decided Cathy was aroused enough, Sally began to shift her naked body around in the back seat, not even losing a stroke of her tongue wriggling into the sweet pussy-flesh, shifting until she hovered over the wildly sobbing girl in reverse, with her own trickling cunt poised over Cathy's mouth.
Eagerly Cathy pulled Sally's hips down and began to devour her pussy with voracious moans, her hot tongue snaking and lashing into Sally's cunt with frenzied excitement.
Their naked bodies locked and thrashing, lips furiously kissing and sucking each other's burning pussies, they came again and again, until the high-school girl's lovely face was soaked with cunt-juice and Sally was gasping for breath.
Now Sally couldn't even see an advertisement for a French movie without feeling a hot tickle in her cunt, remembering that wild episode of sixty-nine in a drive-in movie, the feel of Cathy's hot, naked ass squirming passionately on her lap as she'd finger-fucked her. She went back to the library a number of times in the next few weeks, but never saw the girl again. Sally decided Cathy was suffering from the usual shame and remorse, but she knew with lewd satisfaction the girl would never forget, not after a solid hour of wanton sucking and thrills.
It was just another hit-run conquest for the sensuous redhead, one of those little memories she loved to dredge up from time to time when she felt down.
Now, in the restaurant, the waitress who'd triggered that delicious memory returned Sally's warm smile and moved away with the coffeepot, and Sally grinned at her husband with secret amusement. They knew what the girl had seen, what almost all outsiders saw, and it was a charade the Bensons always enjoyed:
An attractive, prosperous couple in their thirties, well-dressed but not ostentatious, the husband handsome and tanned, the sleek redheaded wife devotedly caressing his wrist with her fingers. They were middle American, from their clean pleasant smiles their generous tipping.
The Bensons were prosperous: George had his own real-estate business in Van Nuys, and their home in a plush suburb was tastefully decorated by one of the best, although neighbors wondered about the surrounding fifteen-foot redwood fence that seemed to indicate an obsession for privacy. On weekends they heard a good deal of wild laughing and shouting from the Bensons' swimming pool, but they generally conceded the Bensons were happy, normal and well adjusted.
Even if they did keep a vicious-looking Doberman to discourage prying.
But there the performance ended. As a young struggling real-estate salesman, Dennis had met and married Sally when she was a secretary in his employer's office. She was everything he wanted in a wife: cheerful, voluptuous, witty and strangely game-oriented. She loved to create games out of everything, particularly their sex-life.
Dennis often came home from work to find his beautiful redheaded wife a blonde or a raven-haired seductress with a completely different personality, her naked curves glistening with a sheen of oil, her massive hot tits heaving eagerly. She invariably dyed her lush tangle of cunt-hair to match her hair to make the game convincing, and once he came home to find her dressed as a gushing high-school girl, all the more exciting when she abruptly dropped to her knees, unzipped his fly and sucked in his rock-hard prick, cooing with girlish delight.
After nine months of marriage, Dennis came home one night-on his birthday-to find a slender young blonde in bra and panties, her eyes glazed with alcohol, waiting for him. But it wasn't Sally, who also waited with a proud smile. His wife had gone out and picked up a girl for him, as a birthday present.
That's when the games began in earnest.
First, Sally peeked, then she watched, fascinated, then joined in with passionate moans and an insatiable hunger.
Six months later they joined the vast underground network of Los Angeles swappers, becoming' immensely popular with their looks and Sally's penchant for bizarre games. It took only a few short years for them to become jaded and bored.
Until, less than a year ago, when they bought and trained the Doberman.
Now on a Friday afternoon they were driving up to San Francisco for a prearranged swap with a couple who'd been married-according to their letters-only three months, and had never tried swapping before. They were very sexy in their nude snapshots, but Sally was suddenly restless for a threesome, for the unmatched challenge and excitement of seducing an innocent girl.
The problem was, Dennis had begun to realize lately, that his wife's hunger was becoming more than relentless-it was getting downright dangerous. Less than a month ago she'd picked up a hitchhiking girl on Sunset Strip, had brought her home for dinner, bathed her, went to work on the adolescent with merciless fingers and tongue for almost two hours until the girl-who, it turned out, was only fourteen-almost lost her mind from the shattering intensity of Sally's rape. Between Sally, Dennis and the fierce Doberman, the girl was a raving casualty by morning, almost insane.
It took a good deal of reassurance and two hundred in cash to placate her before she left.
"Look, let's get going," Dennis said abruptly, glancing at his watch. "It'll be dark soon and we want to get there by ten."
Sally agreed. "They might get impatient and start fucking each other. Wouldn't that be awful, darling?"
They left the restaurant, followed as usual by admiring and envious stares, and unlocked the door of their gleaming new Cadillac convertible. The Doberman watched them from the back seat, its enormous eyes glittering, watchful, its huge teeth shining with saliva.
"There are times," Dennis said as the Caddy purred into life, "when I wish we'd gotten a shepherd or a Dane. He's a cold-blooded bastard."
"But oh, so hot-blooded when he has to be," Sally murmured, reaching back to stroke his sleek head. Dennis was silent. It was really her dog, her source of secret pleasure, and whatever strange kicks she got out of watching him in action with a helpless girl was her own domain. Because, whatever faults he'd found in his wife over the years, Dennis had to admit to two stark facts:
First, Sally was the wildest, most startling, deeply satisfying fuck he'd ever had in his life, even after all these years, so that the only comparison he could find was to imagine ramming his cock into a silken electric socket, whether it was her voracious mouth or her fiery, frantically sucking pussy. Most women jaded after a few years; Sally simply got hotter and wilder, desperate to cram every moment of life with pleasure.
And second, she provided a variety in his life that he couldn't live without any more. Her knack for picking up and seducing unsuspecting girls made most men look like fumbling Boy Scouts. She could turn them on with her electrifying passion in a way that most couldn't imagine, priming them for Dennis so artistically he was left with a frenzied young animal who couldn't get enough of his huge prick.
Whether nature made Sally a born bisexual or whether she was driven to it by her own obsessive sexiness, her constant urgency for something hot and fleshy to fondle, kiss, suck and ravenously devour made no difference to Dennis. Switch-hitter or simply lust-crazed, life was never dull with Sally.
They pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the freeway on-ramp. The late afternoon sun blazed directly in their eyes, making it difficult to see, but they both spotted the hitchhiker on the edge of the ramp at the same time.
"Boy," Dennis muttered, squinting.
Sally peered at the small figure, huddled in an oversized Army field jacket, thumb out in a timid, halfhearted gesture. No baggage, jeans, short blonde hair, smooth face....
"Pull over," Sally hissed as they passed the hitchhiker.
"For a boy?"
"Stop, dammit!" Sally snapped. "It's a girl."
Quickly, Dennis pulled onto the narrow gravel shoulder and stopped. He craned his neck; the hitchhiker was trotting up to the car. Out of breath, she put her head in the open window and George realized it was a girl, with short hair and a boy's jacket. Barely more than an adolescent.
"How far are you going?" she asked.
Sally was already opening her door. "All the way to San Francisco, honey. Get in."
"Oh great!" the girl gushed, then suddenly jumped back, frightened, when she saw the Doberman. Its eyes gleamed on her with chilling intensity.
"He won't bite," Sally laughed, "but pet in front with us anyway."
Sally got out to let the girl between them, and the Caddy was quickly gathering speed to enter the freeway traffic. Sally's thigh was pressed against the girl's warm soft one, and she stared down at her with a look of motherly concern.
The look concealed a hot rising excitement that made Sally's blood sing. Plump little tits beneath that floppy jacket, the firm pink nipples straining at her jersey to tingle Sally's mouth, skin on that sweet face like peaches and cream, small wet lips, tantalizingly parted, and an overall aura of perfect trust-no, of helplessness. Oh Jesus, the luck, the fantastic luck, Sally thought breathlessly. To hell with the swingers in San Francisco, and to hell with Dennis too, this one was hers first. She rested her arm lightly over the girl's shoulders.
"How old are you, honey?" she asked softly.
"Eighteen," the girl said with defiance. "I'm, uh, going to San Francisco to visit my grandmother and I didn't have bus fare."
"And your parents, let you hitchhike?" Dennis asked, keeping his eyes on the road with an effort.
"Yes, sure," the girl stumbled, reddening. "They know I'm old enough. I can take care of myself."
A runaway of course, Sally thought, and no more than fifteen, possibly even fourteen. The soaring excitement in her loins became intense, like a tiny pilot flame that suddenly ignited throughout her blood. Once, in a semiserious discussion with Dennis, she'd admitted that too much sex with too many partners over the years had left her so jaded she'd begun to worry if she'd ever really get off again the way she used to, whether her capacity for a violent orgasm had been stifled permanently because of excess.
She wasn't worried any more. Not as long as darling young girls like this existed, so child-like, so vulnerable, like an angel. She smiled reassuringly down at the girl who was glancing at her nervously now. Easy does it, Sally warned herself, I'm probably showing it I'm so damn excited. I could eat her hot little pussy until she faints with joy, until I'm drenched with her honey. Oh God, I can't wait to force that rosebud mouth down between my thighs!
Dennis threw her a warning glance and she knew she was showing it, devouring the girl with her eyes, so Sally looked away and got a cigarette out.
The girl whirled around and looked at the dog with a jolt of naked fear. The Doberman had been breathing hotly down her neck.
"Get back!" Sally ordered in a harsh voice, and the dog slowly eased back in the leather plushness of the Caddy, its eyes still smoldering on the girl.
"I'll tell you what, Dennis," Sally said suddenly, exhaling smoke. "At Santa Barbara I think there's a turnoff to Highway One going north, all the way to Frisco. Let's take that instead. We'll go through Big Sur. It's really gorgeous there this time of year."
And isolated, she added silently.
"Ever been to Big Sur?" Dennis asked the girl, smiling. His prick began to harden with a surge as he felt her soft hip squirm next to his. At her age she might be a cherry, he realized, a long-shot in these modern times, but it was possible.
"Once," she said. "It was really nice."
Jenny lapsed into a worried silence. There was something about the couple that made her uneasy but she couldn't define it, put it into words. Already she'd begun to feel a wave of remorse and fear for running off like that. Sheila would be worried sick about her. Well, Sheila deserved it, didn't she? After what Jenny had seen and heard at two o'clock this morning she never wanted to see her big sister again. It was sick, disgusting, ugly beyond belief, and Jenny had cried for an hour afterward, huddled in her bed, trying not to believe her eyes and ears, telling herself it was just a nightmare, vividly real but only a filthy dream.
And Sheila's choked voice trying to explain, whispering fervently she was sorry, they needed the money for rent, for food, laundry, for sheer survival. She did it for Jenny, she vowed.
But to let him do those incredibly obscene things to Sheila's beautiful body, things so evil Jenny shuddered, aware that the redheaded woman was watching her intently. She didn't like the look in the woman's strange brown eyes; the funny light that glowed in them stirred a deep uneasiness in Jenny, an intuitive feeling that something was wrong with her. And the dog, well he was an absolute monster. She could feel his eyes glittering on the back of her neck, filling her with a vague nameless fear. Something was strange about these people.
"I-I think you ought to pull over," Jenny said suddenly, prodded by a strong urge to get out of the car at once, far away from these people.
"Why?" the woman asked sharply.
"I, well, I want to go back, back home to Los Angeles. I mean, my mother, I forgot to leave a note telling her I'm going...."
The lie sounded hollow and pathetic to her own ears. But she did feel an overpowering desire to be back in their apartment, back to the coziness and protective safety of Sheila. Running off like this wasn't fair to her sister, not after everything she'd done for her. And the urge to escape these strangers was now a ringing alarm in her mind, a loud warning bell.
"Look, honey," the redhead said in a soothing voice, her fingers squeezing Jenny's shoulder, "you can call your mother from Big Sur and tell her. We can't let you back out on the highway. There are a lot of dangerous people out there, creeps, perverts, criminals, God knows what. Isn't that right, Dennis?"
"Absolutely," Dennis echoed. "A beautiful little girl like you has to be a fool to hitchhike in the first place. At least you're safe with us."
"Tell you what," Sally resumed, both of them hemming her in now with their voices and bodies, a constant barrage that gave her no time to think, "it'll be dark soon and we'll stop off at Big Sur and spend the night there. There are cabins there with fireplaces, right in the heart of the woods. We'll have steaks and salad, and a cozy fire and we'll even toast marshmallows if you like."
"Hey, that sounds great," Dennis said, "sort of a camp-out with all the fancy luxuries. You look like you could use a good meal," he told Jenny, smiling with undeniable charm. "A big thick juicy filet with baked potatoes, and garlic bread and ice cream...."
Involuntarily, Jenny felt her mouth begin to water. She was so violently upset this morning she just took off, unable to think of food or money. But now she realized she hadn't eaten anything but a candy bar since last night. And all she had was a dollar and a little change. They continued to conjure up vivid pictures of a roaring fire in a cabin, pictures of warmth and coziness and fun.
Then Sally delivered the clincher:
"And if you still feel like going back to L.A. tomorrow, we'll take you back ourselves. We'll drive you right up to your house, won't we, Dennis?"
"Right to the door," Dennis echoed.
The last of Jenny's resistance crumbled and the alarm in her mind grew faint. Why not stay out the whole night and at least punish Sheila that much? Let her worry, damn her. She knew Sheila wouldn't ever do that again, not for money, not for love, not even for Jenny. And it did sound like fun, an overnight vacation. And as long as they drove her back in style what did she have to lose?
"Well, okay," she finally smiled.
"That's my girl," Sheila grinned, squeezing Jenny's shoulder in a warm caress. "You'll have the time of your life, honey. Believe me, it'll be a night you'll never forget."
Sally glanced in the back seat. Next to the dog was an overnight bag where, among other things, she'd packed baby oil, a coil of nylon rope and an eleven-inch vibrator, specially designed and tested with guaranteed-and sometimes dangerously exciting-results. On its thick curved length were a mass of tiny rounded spikes and it had already been tested on the girl from Sunset Strip. Sheila could still hear her frenzied shrieks of lust and feel her maddened tongue lashing her cunt like a tiny whip of pleasure. She shivered in anticipation, staring at Jenny's mouth. The nylon cord was for last-minute remorse, but she loved to use it anyway. It preserved the exciting illusion of helplessness, even when they'd become primed with eagerness.
Jenny nodded, closing her eyes and beginning to drowse. She hadn't had more than a couple hours' sleep the night before, not after being awakened at two a.m. for the shock of her life, and now she was exhausted. The Cadillac hummed smoothly, and the smell of the woman's subtle perfume mingling with the odor of expensive leather gave her a delicious feeling of adventure. They were very nice people, after all, especially the beautiful woman. She was so kind.
Jenny was asleep by the time the sun set, unaware that the longest, most violent night of her life was about to begin.