Chapter 15
Izzie was not content. Though he had used up an entire role of thirty-five millemeter film, he wanted more pictures. Unfortunately he didn't have time for more pictures. He knew no commercial place would develop the photos he took, so he got into his klunker of a car and drove back to the city, where he went to some friends. They proceeded to get the films developed for him. But while he waited, Izzie gnashed his teeth. Susan was still alone with that fat bull of a man, and he had no idea what she was doing with him except that when he, Izzie had these pictures, he would return, walk in grandly, take Susan away and threaten to expose the man as a rapist unless he started paying Izzie lots of money. How much? Well, Izzie wasn't sure just yet. After all, to take too much too soon would be killing the goose that was laying the golden eggs. Izzie wanted lots of gold. Unlike other blackmailers, he wasn't stupid enough to want the man bled completely dry.
When the pictures were ready, Izzie picked them up, but before he was able to drive back to the cabin where Susan was with Tom, his car radiator blew. That meant she would be spending another day with the bull, and there was nothing Izzie would be able to do about it. Well, he'd better enjoy her, because once Izzie took her away from Tom, he was going to fuck every hole raw before finally tiring of the redheaded woman and throwing her away. That she was no longer with him would be no excuse for Tom to stop paying blackmail, since he would have a signed sworn statement from Susan attesting to the rape. He would do her a favor and let her continue smuggling diamonds in for him-at the usual twenty percent fee, while he just relaxed and enjoyed life. He would get money from what Susan was doing, and he would get money from this fat bull, this Tom Warren. Yes, Izzie Kesselmann was going to live on easy street from now on. Hah! A pun! Easy! Izzie! He thought it was hilarious, even if no one else did.
However, he had to make sure the bull didn't get too physical. After all, the man was much stronger than Izzie. The smart thing to do would be to leave copies of the pictures with friends and have them send them to the police if anything happened to Izzie. But so what? There was no sworn statement, yet. The pictures would be meaningless to the police even if Izzie put names and addresses on the back of each photo.
Besides, Izzie didn't have any friends he would be able to trust well enough to send those pictures unless they got a cut of the money he intended extorting from Tom Warren, and Izzie had no intention of sharing that with anyone.
Ah, but then there was Millie and her son, Harold. Millie was a cow who lived in the same building as Susan. She must have weighed close to three hundred pounds. Had she lost two hundred of those pounds, she would have been a beautiful woman. But Millie was grossly overweight, and as a result grossly dissatisfied with her sex life. Once in a while Izzie would shtoop her to do her a favor. But he hated doing it because she smelled even worse than he. However, if Millie thought there was a chance she, the cow, might be able to make it with Tom Warren, the bull, she would do anything Izzie wanted, and that would include letting Izzie take Harold with him when he went back to the cabin, tomorrow. Harold had been a career marine, and he would keep Tom from laying hands on Izzie. Ach ja! The idea appealed to Izzie, so he went to see Millie and outlined his idea, neglecting to mention his intention of blackmailing Tom. He was merely helping Susan out. Millie, a very gullible woman, agreed, and told him he could have Harold.