Chapter 8
Lisa's whining plea was to no avail. As she begged Judge Crawford, he merely snickered.
"Now you be quiet," he commanded in a harsh, stern voice. She whimpered and stilled her protests, knowing that they were futile. She lay there passively. Her naked body was close to his. Again she stared at his rigid manhood, knowing that it was going to plunge rudely into the tender crack between the cheeks of her buttocks. It would not be the first time she had been taken that way. In the past, she had wanted it and had thrilled to a cock drilling into her anus. But now he willed it. She didn't want it now because of the flaming welts on her buttocks. She knew that the gentlest touch would scorch her welted behind.
The old man violently pressed his lips to hers, burrowing his tongue again into her mouth, whipping it back and forth in a mad circle. As he did, all of Lisa's resistance fled. He rubbed his hard prick against her pussy mound and Lisa felt desire reawakening quickly in her aching body. He began kissing her neck and ear, making her purr with delight. His tongue darted and nicked and lolled in her ear, then plunged in and out at a blazing pace and motion that duplicated what his cock would soon be doing in her asshole.
She felt his old, flabby body pressing over her, she felt his body heat. He tantalized her with his tongue, working it across her long neck, pausing again at her other ear, plunging it there for a long time. He was taking his time with her. This surprised and pleased Lisa. She had expected him to take her quickly, rudely, to offend her and humble her. But it seemed he wanted the pleasure of tasting her flesh, kissing her and caressing her, whipping her to such a pitch of fever that she would beg him for it.
He worked his mouth over her tits, licking her nipples, making her groan.
"Oh, that feels fine, sooo nice," she purred as he expertly mouthed her tits. Her breasts were still red from his slaps. The nipples and heaving mounds ached, but his lips and tongue seemed to soothe the pain, making her tingle all over. He was seducing her with the skill of a great lover.
He continued the tour of her glowing body, dallied at her waist, driving his tongue into her navel, making her thrash about and cry out with desire. He had her - he knew it and she knew it. He grinned with triumph.
His mouth moved down to her hips and he kissed her heaving mound hard, giving her the hot impact of his eating mouth for a thrilling moment.
"Ohhhhh, Judge, yesss ... " she groaned.
He laughed, took his mouth away from her steaming, dripping pussy, teasing her unmercifully. Then his mouth was back at her flat stomach again. He kneeled over her, as if she was a morsel that he delighted in tasting. He lingered there, moving his mouth back and forth, pausing, withdrawing his tongue and then letting his teeth bite hard, making her yelp. His teeth left imprints on her stomach, hurting imprints, as he bit her cruelly, but she thrilled to the pain, as she had perversely thrilled to the pain he had already treated her to.
Heat and desire swamped Lisa. Every nerve in her body seemed to be standing quivering on end begging for him to bite, to lick, to hurt. He looked up. He saw that her nipples were thrillingly hard. They were extended, long and hard, fiery looking, puffed and throbbing. He reached to her tits and fondled them roughly, pinching the aching nipples, rolling them cruelly between his fingers, feeling the round, stabbing hardness of them, tweaking them hard, pulling them away from their rosy base, letting them snap back - she cried out in pain and sexual hunger.
"Ohhhhh, take me, darling, take me, you mad rotten lover!" she screamed in her untamed wild need, totally his, shamelessly his.
"I'll take you my way, when I'm good and ready," he laughed, enjoying her begging.
"Please! I can't stand it! I want it! Anything! Just take me! Screw me, eat me! Anything! But do it!" she whined.
"In my own good time and in my own good way," he laughed, enjoying his total power over the beautiful young blonde.
Then he turned her around and crushed his body to her back, pressed his flabby chest against her back, his hot thighs and belly and cock against her pained buttocks, making tears spring to her eyes. He held her close, pulsating against her. Then he moved back slightly and brought his wet, darting tongue in contact with her glowing skin. He whipped his tongue over her neck, then lower across her slim shoulders, then lower still to the lovely small of her back where he gave her exquisite sensations with his tongue, pressing, moving, rolling, manipulating at her as if he wanted to taste fully every inch of her back.
"Oh, God!" she cried, twisting with passion.
Down he moved. He pushed her and pressed his mouth to her firm, flaming, welted buttocks. She screamed in mixed pain and delight. He kissed her hotly on her flaming, shimmering cheeks. He tongued her madly, covering her buttocks with wet kisses. His teeth bit, adding more pain. She jerked and sobbed in pain and passion. His mouth moved down to the line that descended downward to the separation. Then he paused and plunged his tongue into that separation, running its length up and down, then lower to lick and kiss over the back of her legs until he reached her ankles. Slowly, he moved her welted buttocks again, he again plunged frantically with his tongue, screwing it into the deep crack, dragging it up and down along its deep length.
"I can't stand it! Fuck me! Rape me! Kill me! Do it!" she screamed, out of control.
His hands were firmly gripping her hips as he worked over her wounded buttocks, his finger stabbing cruelly into her firm flesh. She arched her body, urging him on, offering her behind to his expert mouth. Pain meant nothing to her now. It gripped her with such power that it was exquisite, exquisite beyond any pain and pleasure mixture that she had ever felt. He tongued her cheeks, licked over the angry welts. She sobbed and crushed her buttocks against his face. His tongue probed and wiggled.
His mouth had tasted every part of her thrashing body. She was arching and grinding as he worked over her. Her eyes were rolling around wildly and she was moaning deep in her throat. Her entire body seemed wet and aching and on fire. Her nipples were taut and wet. Her hips bounced violently and she emitted wild sounds of acute pleasure and desire.
Then the old man detached himself from Lisa's churning body. He laughed wildly and bent over Lisa. Roughly he moved her heaving, naked body until she was on all-fours, her wet, tempting, welted buttocks jutting up.
"Ohhhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock you old bastard! Kill me! Stab it in me! Rip me open! Anything, do anything! I'm dying for you! Pleeeeease!" she wailed.
He lowered himself over her, curled his body around hers from the rear. He adjusted himself. She felt hot pain as he moved over her wounded buttocks. She craved him desperately, shamelessly.
Lisa knew in her fevered mind what was going to happen next. She now wanted it. Pain now meant nothing to her - in truth, it meant everything to her. She wanted pain. She hungrily felt the thrusting hardness of his arching cock at her behind, stabbing at her buttocks. She knew that in a moment her anus would be pierced by his tree trunk of a cock, that it would ram up into the tiny, puckered ring of her tender asshole. She wanted it so now, pushed her buttocks back eagerly. Heat gathered intensely in her loins. Her pussy was oozing, dripping, gaping wide open, contracting, opening, pulsing.
She groaned as she felt his ripping hands on her buttock cheeks, pulling them apart, spreading them, exposing her anus to his hot stare, opening it for the thrust of his rigid cock. She panted, breathing deeply as she swayed on all-fours, waiting.
"Now, girl, I'm going to fuck you in your beautiful ass," he laughed.
"Yessss," she hissed, "anything ... "
His cock head stabbed at her anus opening, made a beginning penetration at that tender, sensual opening of her heaving body.
"Oh, God!" she screamed. "Oh, God, you're going to kill me! Yes! Kill me! Stick in in in - stick it in me! Ohhhh, yesss!"
He cruelly began to pump over her aching, swaying, rotating buttocks, jabbing his cock hard into her stretching anus. As he did, he released her buttocks from the biting grip of his fingers. His hands went around her as he curled over her. He roughly grabbed her swaying tits as she nakedly, shamelessly churned and yelped beneath him. Millions of tiny pricking shocks ignited at every pore of her body. She yelped and whined and cried out, bouncing madly beneath him, as if in a convulsion.
Her eyes were tightly clenched and her head weaved dreamily from side to side as she swayed there on all fours beneath him. He snickered as he took his indecent liberties with her lovely body. She was moaning in shame, humiliation and desire. She felt the tip of a finger parting her curly blonde pubic hair. It pushed up into the dripping, fleshy lips of her cunt. He was now ravishing her doubly. His cock head was driving into her anus. His finger was knuckle-deep in her pulsing cunt.
She gasped.
"I'm going to give you a real treat, girl," he said. "I'm going to give you a double fuck. I'm going to finger-fuck your pussy and I'm going to screw you in the ass at the same time. My other hand'll give you an extra treat. It'll play with your titties," he laughed, reveling in his triumph over her.
"Yessss! Rip me, finger me! Feel me! Fuck me! Anything!" she wailed desperately.
His finger began to work, sliding up and down the length of her cunt. The blonde hair was matted and glistening with cunt cream and cock juice. The lips were open and ready. The blood pounded in her head. She felt dizzy with her need. Her face was flushed and her eyes were rolling and dilated. She was ready for all the indignities that the old man meant to take. She was smoldering in a stinging swamp of desire. His stubby finger stoked her steaming pussy, driving in and out, in and out.
"Your little pussy's nice and hot, isn't it?"
"It's burning up," she wailed.
"Good," he laughed, a cocky grin on his thin, cruel lips.
She had no will of her own left. She was helpless as an unschooled young girl. She jerked wildly under him, her buttocks stinging her with pain, intense pain.
"Fuck me, fuck me! Do anything to me! Don't stop! Give me everything you've got, please, please!" she begged.
His face was split with a wide sadistic grin as he heard her pathetically whimpering her pleas of surrender. Her will was broken. The rich, beautiful young, voluptuous girl was his, totally, his to use as his depraved desires dictated. His sense of power over her made him laugh gleefully.
The full, heavy load of his cock was drilling into her asshole. His finger was drilling into her pussy. His hand was roughly fondling her tits. Lisa winced under his attack, not wanting it to stop.
Helpless moans came from her as she felt his huge penis drilling into the tight, soft, sensitive ring of her anus. The rough pressure of his grinding body was scraping the tender wounded globes of her behind.
An oomph came from her as her breath surged out. The hard cock was drilling in, in, insinuating itself deeper and deeper into the wide-stretched crevice of her buttocks. She squirmed and tossed beneath him, her lust totally incited by his jabbing finger in her oozing cunt, his cock ramming deeper and deeper into her asshole, his hand squeezing her tits, tweaking cruelly her flaming nipples.
The mixture of pain and pleasure was delicious to Lisa, but tears rolled down her flushed cheeks - she was being hurt, cruelly hurt.
His body was crushing down over her crouched body as he was squeezing her, driving breath out of her lungs. Her buttocks waved and rotated eagerly. She was submitting to him eagerly. Her lovely body and soul were his to command, humble, to use in any obscene way he chose.
He kneeled behind her, curled over her, his cock driving in between the full, swaying moons of her buttocks. Her behind was upturned, as if she was making a holy offering to him. His cock trust in, in, into the narrow elastic anus as she kneeled like a helpless slave beneath him.
His cock spear suddenly all the way in and his swollen balls slammed against the back of her pussy slit.
"Ugggg," she grunted, feeling the pop of her asshole as his gigantic cock drove painfully in to its hilt, burying itself deep inside of her, deep in between the moons of her once proud ass.
She swayed her ass in defeat beneath him.
"Now you arrogant little Miss Rich Bitch," he panted. "How do you like this?"
"I ... love it!" she croaked.
He felt her squirming beneath him, heatedly. She was the ultimate conquest of his life. If his heart failed him now, he didn't care. She was the capping conquest of his life, the ultimate fuck. He had broken her and she was high-spirited. She had been repulsed and disgusted by him and now his cock was raping her asshole and she was begging for more. He ground over her like a huge dog, his huge cock stinking and swelling, tunneling in and out of her anus. He meant to fuck her so soundly that she would feel pain in her cunt for days ... in her ass for days - from both the whipping and the screwing ... he was sure her jaws would ache from opening so wide to swallow his cock earlier ... and he was right about that ... her jaws did ache.
He ground his thick, long cock round and round and in and out of the crevice of her ass and she clenched her quivering cheeks around the drilling cock, pressing soft flesh around it warmly. She quivered and groaned beneath the twin attack of his finger in her dripping, pulsing pussy and his cock, buried in her buttocks.
Her buttock cheeks clenched and unclenched around the driving spearing cock that flashed in and out of her asshole and her pussy lips repeated the clenching and unclenching around his finger as it jabbed in and out of her flaming cunt. There was no tenderness in the way he was abusing her - only cruel violence. She was totally humiliated and weirdly loved it.
She squirmed and squirmed. His stubby finger teased in the soft, wet passageway of her cunt. She jerked as his hot, driving cock rammed in and out of her backdoor. Breath exploded in quick gasps from her as he pumped over her, working wildly. Her buttocks throbbed and swayed in complete surrender. His cock in her anus plunged and withdrew, plunged and withdrew and the grinding sound mixed with the wet sucking sluicing noise of his finger poking around in her grinding cunt. She writhed and churned her buttocks as they joined in an abandoned, lewd dance of lust.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh," she sobbed. Her body and mind were burning up, she was completely out of control, in his control and it hurt and felt delicious as he took her. A look of lewd triumphant satisfaction on his pistoning cock. Warm trickles of cunt juice ran down his hand as his fingers jabbed her cunt.
"I'm going to explode!" she shrieked. "I'm going to come!"
"I'm ... right with you, girl ... you lusty bitch in heat, you fucking whore!" he panted.
And then they throbbed through a shattering climax together. His come filled her from behind. She poured her cream out of her climaxing pussy. It drained thickly over his probing finger, over his hand, over her thighs. She trembled. Her arms and legs gave way. She fell forward, flat and he came down on top of her, his cock still spilling and pumping sperm into her asshole.
She fainted.
When she came to she fluttered her eyelashes, trying to recover her senses. Her asshole was aflame with pain. Her cunt was drenched with cream, matting her blonde forest of curling hair. She lay there, gasping for breath. Every inch of her body ached. Slowly, she rolled over. As her buttocks came in contact with the carpet she winced with pain. Her tits were burning with pain. She felt used and spent, exhausted.
Her dazed eyes searched the room for the old judge. Then she saw him. With trembling legs he stumbled back into the room, his naked, flabby body covered with sweat, his face sheet white. Even in her dazed state she could tell that he was not well - he looked sick.
"What's the matter with you," she managed.
"My ticker isn't what it used to be," he panted, falling back on the couch. "I'm through with you. But ... he ain't."
"He?" Lisa asked, dazed and confused. She was lying, spread-eagle on her back, her knees jacked up, her thighs wide apart, her pink, wet slit fully exposed, her breasts heaving. She turned her head slowly. She heard soft animal paddings near her. Her heart froze. She saw a huge black dog coming toward her, sniffing, his long, red, pebbled tongue hanging out.
"Noooo! Send him away!" she cried helplessly.
"He's a nice fella," the old man smiled thinly, his face sickly white.
"Send him away!" she whined.
She felt helpless and weak and spent. She tried to move, but her muscles, tired, would not obey her. She could only feebly move. She was gripped with fright and horror. She looked up at the huge, black dog. His tongue lolled out wetly as he sniffed at her feet, his cold nose touching her instep, making her shiver with horror.
She was now as if frozen beneath the huge dog. She lay there spread-eagle, panting, as he hovered over her. She saw his red, glistening penis slowly sliding out and she sobbed with fear. The dog moved over her.
"Noooooo!"
The old man snickered lewdly.
"Go get her, old Sawbones," he laughed.
She tried to move away, but the dog moved with her. Her humiliation was now complete. She saw the dog's eyes staring down at her tits and then, his long, panting tongue began to swab one of her breasts. She felt the pebbled tongue lick over her nipple and she sobbed and thrashed about, trying hopelessly, weakly, to get away from him.
He was over her, panting, sniffing her. His warm breath fanned over her heaving, aching, naked body as the old man snickered and watched, lewdly urging his big black dog on.
The dog began to paw at her, poking her lovely body with his nose. Lisa felt despair. She was sinking into an abyss of complete horror and damnation. He nudged at her tit, playfully and she shivered at the contact of his cold nose. She gasped, squeezing her eyes tight, hoping that by closing them, the nightmare would go away. But it didn't.
He began to lick at her, his long, rasping tongue laving over the long tip of her thrusting nipple. Involuntarily, her nipple began to respond to the licking of the dog's tongue, going hard and extending, tingling. He licked and licked over her tits and her nipples went taut, thrilling to the perverted animal licking. He swabbed his tongue over her body, down over her ribcage, down over her heaving belly.
"No, noooo, stop him," she sobbed helplessly.
"Go get her, Sawbones," the judge laughed.
The hard pads of the black dog's paws scratched over her delicate skin, adding more pain to the tormenting pain she had already experienced. The dog nuzzled and pawed and licked at her feebly thrashing body. She was struggling to regain her lost strength, struggling to get away from the dog.
The old judge saw Lisa struggling to get away from the dog. His heart was thudding heavily and quickly in his chest and his breath was coming in dangerous, short gasps; his face was like parchment. Trembling, he got to his feet and stumbled over to where Lisa was struggling under the dog.
"Get him off me," she whimpered biliously as she saw him stumbling over toward her.
"Can't deny ... old Sawbones ... his pleasure ... " the sadistic, perverted judge gasped, looking deathly pale.
He crouched over her head, panting gaspingly for breath. He pressed his hands down on her shoulders, holding her down with what little strength he had left. It was enough strength. Lisa was so spent and weak that she could not move under the pressure of his hands. She sobbed, tears springing helplessly to her eyes. She felt weak. She could not struggle against both the hated dog and the judge. She did not have the energy.
With horror, Lisa watched as the long pinkish-red penis slipped farther and farther out of its furry sheath. It was moist and glistening.
"Nooooo!" she cried. The judge pressed down with all his weight on her shoulders, holding her down.
The dog's long, wet, rough tongue began to lick up over the warm, satiny skin of her thighs. She twitched in horror. The tongue licked up, up toward the top of her thrashing thighs. He burrowed his huge head up between her warm thighs, forcing them apart. When Lisa tried to kick the dog's thrusting head away, the dog tensed and froze, frightened that the dog might attack her in a worse way still - with his big, sharp teeth. She lay still, giving up for the moment, as it conserving and attempting to gather her remaining strength.
The dog's huge tongue laved over her upper, inner thighs and Lisa gasped and screamed. The dog growled, showing his teeth again. She again froze, spread-eagle beneath him, the old judge still pressing down her shoulders as he gasped for breath, looking very ill.
The pebbled tongue lapped wetly over her exposed, moist slit, licking away the sex cream, lapping hungrily against the pulsing lips of her vagina. Lisa groaned, feeling sick. The judge snickered, urging the dog on lewdly. The dog moved up. His tongue lapped ravenously over her slit. The hungry animal's tongue lapped and probed, probing deep in between her wide-spread thighs. His tongue licked deeper along the split of her cunt. It was depraved. She was at the dog's mercy. In her mind's eye all she could see was the dog's glistening penis. She didn't want it to violate her, debasing her totally.
As the dog's tongue licked in deeper and deeper in between her parted wet pussy lips, dragging over the sensitive bud of her clitoris, Lisa tried to concentrate her mind on everything her father had taught her. Then, gathering every shred of remaining strength, she whipped her legs up, jacked them, heaved her body, rolled up, sprang behind the tumbling, surprised judge and grabbed his arm, twisting it up fiercely, painfully, behind his back, making him scream. The dog leaped up, barking and growling, as he saw the girl hurting his master.
"Tell the dog to get out of here or I'll break your damn arm," she said as she twisted his arm cruelly.
"You'll break my arm!"
"Damn right I will! Get the dog out of here! Now!"
"Sawbones," the judge croaked. "Go out to the kitchen. Go! Stay there!"
The dog hesitated, then bowed its great head and padded out of the room, leaving Lisa alone with the old judge. She relaxed the twisting hold she had on his arm. She took a deep breath of relief.
"That was a rotten thing to do."
"My arm. You broke it."
"It's not broken. But I should've broken it. That was a rotten thing to do."
"I only wanted to have some fun ... "
"Fun? I don't call that fun. Listen we had a deal - What's the matter with you? You look awful."
"My heart," he gasped.
"What's the matter?"
"That bottle on my ... desk. Get it. Give me two pills. Please. Quick. With some water."
She raced nakedly over to the desk, shook out two pills, poured a glass of water from the decanter and ran back to the gasping old man. She forced the pills into his mouth and made him drink. He swallowed, gulped, then sighed. She placed a pillow under his head as he lay there, sickly and white-faced on the floor.
"I'll ... be all right now ... "
"Do you want me to call a doctor?"
"No. Not necessary. I overexerted myself, that's all. My heart's not up to my body any more. I'll be all right."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Lisa watched him attentively as color slowly ebbed back into his puffy cheeks. His breathing slowed. He smiled weakly at her.
"I ... guess that was a pretty rotten thing to do," he admitted with a wan smile.
"It certainly was. We had a deal, Judge. You got your part of the deal from me."
"Yes, that's true."
What she was too ashamed to admit was that after the action had started she had lost all thought of the boys. All she gave herself to were the perverted thrills that the judge provided lustily.
"You're going to fix things, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am."
"How are you going to do it?"
"I'll call Chief Raskin. I'll tell him to release the boys as soon as you get there."
"No tricks?"
"No. No tricks. I promise."
"All right. Do you have to put anything in writing?"
"No. I never bothered. My word's the law around here. Besides, I had this all figured out ahead of time."
"What do you mean?"
"When I heard your boys were in town, I alerted everybody. I knew there was going to be trouble. I was right. As soon as the trouble started we moved in and took your boys."
"I'm beginning to understand - But it's hard to believe - "
"I'm a pretty mean old bastard, as you know."
"Yes. Explain, please."
"I guess I've had the hots for you for a long time. When I knew your boys were here, the plan came to me fully formed. I figured if I got the boys, you'd come down here to get them released. I knew you'd have to come. I knew your twin brother is nothing - you're the works."
"Let me get this straight - "
"No. I'll tell you the whole thing now. What's the difference? I knew you'd come down here to get your boys released. I knew you'd find out quickly enough that you'd have to see me. Once you turned up I set my plan in motion. You know the rest."
"So, you had the boys held unjustly just so you could lay me?"
"That's the long and short of it."
In spite of herself, Lisa could not hate him. It was, in a perverse way, very flattering that he should go to all that trouble just for the opportunity to lay her. She smiled at him.
"You, sir, are a very rotten son-of-a-bitch."
"That I am and you, lovely lady, are surely the most beautiful, exciting fuck that I've ever had."
"You've led a very long life," she said pointedly.
"True and a full one, sexually. You're the ultimate for me. If I never screw another woman, I'll be satisfied. Having you, the way I wanted you, feeling you respond in spite of yourself, that is the crowning climax of my life," he laughed weakly.
"I should hate your guts, Judge, but, strangely, I don't. You forced me to do things I've never done before. You awakened in me perverse longings that I never knew existed - "
"They exist in all of us, but we don't know it, or we hide it."
"Yes - I believe that's very true - "
"It is. I'll remember this night until the day they put me under."
"You'd better make that call now. It's getting very late, Judge and you promise to keep this quiet?"
"A bargain's a bargain, even though I overstepped myself when I set the dog on you."
"That was terrible, really mean and vicious and perverted."
"I don't know what came over me. At first I was just teasing you, testing you, seeing just how far you were willing to go. Then I pushed too far. There are women who like dogs - and other animals, you know."
"I've heard. It's disgusting to me. My skin crawls when I think of the way that dog was licking over me and the way his penis slid out, ready to stick in me. Ugg! Terrible!"
"I understand he's a very good lover."
"Your dog?" Lisa said with disbelief.
"Yes. He's humped a few women in his time."
"Uggg! A woman who'd let a dog or any animal have her is really a pervert."
"It's all in how you look at it. It's been going on, sex between women and animals, through recorded history, you know that."
"Yes. You mean you watched when your dog made other women?"
"Sure. You know the kind of man I am. I get my kicks in unnatural ways. You only had a little taste of the things I do."
"You mean there's more?"
"Much much more, young lady. If you'd like to learn, I'm a very good teacher and available, as long as my heart holds out."
"No thanks. I think I've had enough."
"But you have to admit you did enjoy it - ?"
"I have to admit, it, but I did. Now, please make that call."
"All right."
Lisa watched and listened as the judge arranged everything. Then she got up.
"Mind if I bathe?"
"Help yourself. Want me to join you?" he grinned.
"No. I'll do very well by myself and I don't trust you."
"You mean you don't trust yourself with me?"
"Have it anyway you like," Lisa laughed, getting to her feet. "But you're not going to have me again."
She bathed and dressed quickly. Her body ached. Her buttocks burned with pain. Her anus was on fire. Her cunt felt torn and used and battered. Her jaws ached. In fact, she felt just the way the judge had predicted she would feel. She could not take a step in pain without remembering him luridly.
She came out. He had pulled on his shorts. He was such a sorry excuse for a man, so small and old and flabby and yet, he had given her thrills that no other man had given her. He had made her beg for more. He had led her into a path of perversion and she had gone along willingly.
"Good-bye, Judge Crawford," she said at the door.
"Good-bye, Miss Brown."
She left. Painfully she got into her car. It hurt her to sit. It hurt her to move. But, looking at her, one would never guess what she had been through. She was beautifully groomed and composed. She was once again in total possession of herself. She drove to the jailhouse where the boys were released in her custody. They all drove back to the estate, subdued.