Chapter 5
Senator Paul Garnner flew in to the city airport that very morning. There were dozens of media men surrounding the airport, pushing against the police lines, trying hard to get to him. The scene resembled the arrival of a Presidential candidate rather than a senator still in his junior term. Later in the day the newspaper accounts would take this point, commenting on the very fact that his arrival aroused such excitement.
A great crowd of well-wishers were on hand and they cheered so loudly and so insistently that Paul Garnner was forced to address them before they would let him get into his awaiting car.
"You were the people that put me into office," he told them, smiling his famous broad grin and nodding happily, "And I am glad that for once, a politician has lived up to the expectations of his constituents."
The crowd laughed and applauded wildly. He smiled and nodded his head, holding up his hand for them to quiet so that he could go on. "I intend to keep working hard, trying to Ret the things that you and I think should be, done. I thank you my friends for your votes m the past and your support in the present and future."
They cheered madly as he left the small, hurriedly set up microphones. He walked quickly to his waiting car, his secretary in tow and slipped into the automobile before he could be set upon by frenzied citizens and eager reporters.
"Wow!" Mary exclaimed, "That is some crowd out there."
"It's always nice to see happy faces instead of angry ones," he admitted happily.
"If this keeps up you won't even have to run, they'll just give the damn election to "I must admit it does create quite a heady feeling."
"And give you ideas?"
"Let's table that. What time am I supposed to speak to that group this evening?"
"It's a standard dinner, about seven o'clock, shouldn't last too long, try and get your wife to come if you can."
"I will if she hasn't made other plans."
"Or isn't too drunk."
"Mary!"
"I'm sorry, Paul, she just makes me so mad."
"The way you talk I'm completely innocent of everything. You make her a very convincing villain."
"I don't mean to, she just makes me angry. She's going to hurt you one of these days, Paul."
"Oh, I don't think so."
"Do you still love her?"
"I don't know, I suppose I do, but sometimes I wonder if I don't love my career more. I wonder which I would choose if it came to that."
"She acts like you chain her down, when my God, she's free to get involved in anything she'd want."
"Let's drop the subject, shall we? What about Roper's little dedication tomorrow, what time is it supposed to come off?"
"Roper has it down for one-thirty, but I suppose hell fart around until at least three. You know him, press the flesh, slap the back, stick his fat fingers into every pie."
"Yes, he sees all that money rolling around and his eyes light up like a pin ball machine. He makes me sick."
"Maybe you should make him your next project."
"You know, Mary, that's not a bad idea, not a bad idea at all. It certainly would be one way of serving the voters, that's for sure."
She leaned over and squeezed his wrist. "I hope you do it, Paul, I really, really do."
They took about an hour to get to her hotel in the heart of town, he had told her she could stay with him, but she declined, not wanting to be the cause of any trouble between his wife and he. He offered to pay for the hotel but she declined that also. So he had to be satisfied with a quick kiss to show his gratitude then she was gone.
On the way to the large house in the best part of town he thought long and hard about Mary, his wife Fay and how he could resolve the burning feelings he had about the both of them.
The night he'd spent with Mary had been wonderful. She was more woman that he had ever experienced and he knew that his life had changed after that. He could no longer live the life he had been living with Fay. Something had to be done. Some solution had to be reached. He thought divorce was out of the question. Fay would tear him to pieces in the press and courts and Mary would not hear of it anyway.
"It would ruin you and I'm not going to be the one that does that."
Perhaps he could settle things with Fay, perhaps all they needed was some time to work it out. He didn't know.
He shook his head sadly, the past and present churning around in his mind wildly, his thoughts torn and jumbled and making no sense. If nothing else, he supposed he could spend more time with his wife, maybe that would make her happier, perhaps that was all ie really needed and wanted. But a secret, nagging part of his mind told him that was no answer at all.
He arrived at his home a little after noon, the house was empty, he was alone in the big mansion and it felt sadly depressing to be there. He'd never liked the place, full of gaudy and unneeded things that were rarely if ever used. He always felt much more at home in his little house outside of Washington. It had been his wife's idea, she had told them they had to live like the important people that they were. He could have cared less for putting on such a show, but he'd given into her, assuming that it would make her happy, obviously her happiness had faded in a short while after moving in.
He went to the well stocked bar in what served as his den and made himself a stiff drink. He dreaded seeing her again after such a long time, and he was afraid that she would be half-loaded by the time she got home, and knew that if she were, there would surely be a scene.
He switched on the radio and caught the news, smiling happily at the report of his arrival at the airport and how the crowds had responded. Perhaps what everyone was telling him had some solid facts to support it. Maybe he might have a chance at the big one yet.
The newscaster switched over to reporting on the opposition to Governor Roper's dam and the still active forces that protested against it. Then Roper's voice came over the radio, the gravel pitted, hard tone of a man who cared little for the subtle speech of men in office.
"Those young punks and old-time weirdos who don't know their butt from a hole in the ground don't worry me. I don't even listen to 'em. I got the people behind me and that's all that matters."
Paul screwed up his face in distaste at the lie. It was a well known fact that Roper had ram-rodded the passage of the bill that gave him permission to build the dam. Rumors had flown around wildly that he had literally bought the damn thing with bribes and favors and not a few threats. No one could prove it though.
"Anybody that tries to stand in the way of this grand and beneficial project deserves to be crushed under public outcry and legal strength and as I have shown in the past, I back up everything I say."
"What about the rumors that some aspects of the construction are unsound, Governor?"
"That's a lot of crap. I personally okayed every bit of the plans and construction. Just a lot of crazy rumors spread around by people trying to do anything to halt the construction."
"Then you're saying they have no basis in fact."
"What the hell do you think I'm saying!"
Paul lurched out of his seat and angrily snapped off the radio. That lying, crooked bastard made him livid with anger. He was cheating the state blind, and now it seemed that he might be endangering the lives of people too. That settled it, his next project would surely be the investigation of Governor Wilbur T. Roper.
His wife returned home around four-thirty. He heard her come in the front door, slamming it loudly behind her. He could tell even from where he was sitting that she had a load on. He almost wanted to hide, not to see her but he knew that was childish so he sighed, finished the rest of his drink and stood up, walking into the huge dining room to meet her.
"Hello, Darling," he smiled walking over to her. He put his arms around her but she pushed him away.
"Don't darling, me, you fuck! I haven't seen you in weeks and all you do is darling me!"
"You know how hard I've been working, and you could have come down anytime."
"Christ it's more boring there than here! At least my friends are here if you're not."
"Well, the bill is done, I can spend more time with you now."
"Ah shit! You'll find something else to take up your time, you're always working on something for that stupid senate. You care more about that than you do me."
"Just what do you think I was elected for, my good looks, a yearly photo session? I was sent there to do a job for the people of this state. They have given me everything I have, I owe them my best in return."
"Those jerks? The hell with them, we're heading toward the top and you want to waste your time working when you could be meeting the right people."
"I suppose you'd like me to start hanging out with somebody like our Governor."
"That would be a good start. He could do a lot for you."
"I'd rather do without his favors if you don't mind."
"You're impossible! I don't understand you. There's money to be made, power to grab and all you care about is some dumb bill."
"It's what a senator is supposed to do."
"Oh grow up, you don't know anything about power. What you're supposed to do is be tight with the right people."
"Fay, I won't stand here and argue with you about my job. I know what I have to do even if you do not. Now I have to make a speech at a fund-raising dinner for a boy's club this evening. Would you care to come or not?"
"A boy's club!"
"Yes."
"What good can they do you?"
"They asked for my help so I decided to give it to them."
"The governor was expecting you for dinner tonight."
"He doesn't need my help, these people do."
The woman shook her head disgustedly. "I sure know how to pick them. When I married you I didn't realize you'd turn out to be such a loser. You think you're pretty hot stuff with your picture in the papers and all those fools screaming your name. You'll learn soon enough that the people that count don't go to the airport to welcome you, you have to go to them."
"I won't eat shit to rub against people who use and destroy the lives of those less well-off than they."
"Then you'll just plain be eating shit the rest of your life!" his wife shouted and stormed out of the room.
Garnner sighed wearily and sat down at the large dining room table. He put his face in his hands and rubbed his flesh harshly trying to take the sting of his wife's comments out of his system. Then he stood up and went back into the den, mixing himself a strong drink and washing it down quickly to take the bad taste she'd left out of his mouth.
It took Joan Brando quite a long time to track down Jack Newman. She-had called the paper and they laughed when she asked where she could get in touch with him.
"Try about the first dozen bars down the block, honey, if he ain't there, try the rest of the city," the man on the telephone told her.
"This is very important."
"You could call his telephone and leave a message, but I doubt if he'll return it, he usually don't."
"All right, what are some of his favorite places?"
The man gave her a list of about a dozen bars and she began to make her way around the city, checking each and everyone of them. Most of them turned out to be dives, small, underlit places that smelled of stale beer and old cigar smoke. She had known Newman slightly a few years ago when she was going to school in Washington and he had certainly changed his tastes in drinking holes.
Back then it was only the best for him. The top restaurants anc fanciest bars, now it seemed to her eyes that he'd tossed all that away for the peace of a friendly tavern with no put-ons and few frills. She liked that image of Newman better anyway and it was nice not to be turned away at the door because she wasn't wearing a dress.
She finally located him in a joint called Jim's in a lower-class part of town. She entered the smoky room, a narrow bar off to the left from the door, a small row of tables on the other side, and spied him sitting at the end of the bar reading a newspaper.
He was drinking a bloody Mary in huge gulps and turning the pages lightning fast, though it was obvious that he was reading every thing on the page. She remembered he had been known for his ability to read quickly and yet retain everything.
She sat down on a stool one down from his and lit a cigarette, ordering a scotch and water when the bartender asked her what she'd like. She took a couple of sips from her glass then turned as Jack folded the newspaper angrily and tossed it into a garbage can across the bar top.
"Goddamn Roper, anyway!" "Yeah, ain't he a pisser," the bartender nodded.
"Man, I'd give anything to nail that bastard. I'd just love to see him swinging in the wind."
"Maybe you can," said Joan casually.
Jack turned to her and smiled. "Say, Jim, looks like we have company. What's your name, miss?"
"Joan Brando, Mr. Newman."
"Ah, a reader, we have a reader here, Jim. How do you know me?" "We met years ago in Washington."
"Oh, well sorry, your face is not familiar."
"You were too busy running down the crooks in the Capitol then."
"Yeah, well those days are gone."
"You just said you'd like to get something on Roper."
"Wishful thinking honey, wishful thinking. I don't do politicians anymore. Too hard on the heart. No matter how bad you think it is, as soon as you uncover something it turns out to be ten times worse."
"I'd like to talk to you about something, nevertheless."
"Concerning what?"
"The governor," she looked at Jim anxiously.
"Hell, Jim's okay, he voted against Roper, but, I'll tell you what, I have to check on a few things in my apartment, don't get the wrong idea, but if you really want to talk private, we can do it best there."
"I have no objections."
"Good, good, let's go."
He paid his tab and bid Jim a good afternoon and they walked down the few blocks to Newman's apartment. It was a tattered, messy place with days old dishes in the sink and a rumpled unmade bed. Dirty clothing was scattered everywhere and all the ashtrays in the house were overflowing.
Newman didn't seem to be self-conscious about all this, however, he just sat Joan down in a chair and brought her a can of beer from the kitchen while he poured one for himself into a glass. He flopped on the couch and tipped the glass to his lips in a toast then drank half the full container down in one gulp.
He smacked his lips then pointed at her with the glass. "Okay, Joan, shoot. What have you got?"
She told him the story she got from Tony, leaving out nothing except what had happened afterward, and when she finished she sat back in her chair and waited for his response.
Jack whistled and shook his head. "Sound's like old Roper's got quite a deal going for him. Have to hand it to the sleazy bastard, he came up with some swift idea."
"What do you mean?"
"You kids have been bitching about this dam for quite some time, right?"
"Yes."
"Well, if I know Roper, he won't wait around for that god damn thing to break on it's own."
"What do you mean?"
"Simple, he'll blow it up and blame it on you."
Joan threw her hands to her face in horror. "Oh my god! I never even thought of that!"
"Sure, it would be foolproof. You kids would be perfect fall guys."
"We have to stop him."
"I don't know how we're going to do that, and I wish you'd drop the we, I'm not getting involved in this."
"How can you say that? We need you."
"Hell, you seem to have done all right on your own up to now, you can manage it."
"Please, you can't just close your eyes to this."
"I've been closing my eyes for quite some time, Miss Brando, I've grown used to the idea."
"I thought you cared about good government, not to say the lives "of hundreds of people."
"Listen, I'm tired, I've been tired for years. I don't want to get involved. I'm sorry but I can't."
Joan broke down into tears and began crying uncontrollably. All her hopes had been pinned on the power and zeal in which the Jack Newman she had been familiar with had shown in his hunting down of crooks and rascals in the federal government. Now it seemed as if she had been totally wrong and now there was no where else to turn.
Her racking sobs unnerved Jack, made him feel like shit. He really felt bad that he couldn't help the girl, but damn it, he was finished with busting his head against the wall, never being able to do anything about the rottenness he'd seen. No more, no more!
After a few moments, Jack stood uneasily on his feet and walked into the kitchen. He returned with a bottle of wine and after digging around under the couch he found a corkscrew and opened the chilled vino.
He drank deeply from the bottle then passed it to her. While she was refreshing herself he fumbled around in his shirt pocket and found a pack of cigarettes. He lit one for each of them then took back the bottle and drank again.
"Okay," he sighed. "You convinced me. Where do we begin, do you suppose?"
Governor Wilbur T. Roper showed the young woman in personally. He sat her down on a small sofa, the woman's little girl seated next to her. Governor Roper pulled up a chair and offered the woman a cigarette. She declined, her smile polite but strained. It was obvious that she was very nervous.
"And how may I help you my dear?" Roper asked her sweetly.
"It's about my daughter. This is Doris, say hello to the Governor, Doris."
The child hung her head, frightened and said, "Hello," in a meek voice. "Hello, Doris. How are you today?"
"Fine."
"Good, good," Roper beamed then he turned back to her mother. "And what might I do for Doris?"
"Well, she's done a lot of commercials, I'm sure you've seen her face on TV."
"Yes, come to think of it I have," Roper nodded, though he never watched TV.
"And we want so much for our little girl. We don't have any money at all, my husband is disabled and I have to work all the time just to make ends meet."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."
"Yes, and well, we thought, since you know so many important people, maybe..."
"You thought I might be able to put in a word for your little girl."
"Yes, if you could. I realize I'm imposing."
"No, no, not at all. I always try to help anyone I can. That's what I'm here for. Of course Doris realizes that there are many sacrifices that an actress must make. She can't be a rebel and not take orders."
"Oh she knows that."
"I tell you what, why don't you leave Doris and I to have a little talk. Go have some dinner or something and come back in a little while and perhaps I'll be able to tell you if I can help you by then."
"Oh certainly, Governor. I'll just do a little shopping." She turned to her child and whispered, "Now you do what the Governor says and maybe we can get out of the mess we're into." "Mommy?"
"Hush, I won't be long."
The Governor walked her to the door and then shut it behind her. He returned to the couch and sat down very close to Doris, putting his hand on her fine boned knee.
"Well, Doris, how old are you?"
"Eleven."
"You're getting to be a big girl, aren't you. I can tell that you'll be a very pretty young lady when you grow up."
"Thank you."
"Why don't you stand up in front of me so that I can get a better look at you."
The little girl did as he suggested, standing in front of him, poised from years of experience as a model, turning around slow and easy. Roper licked his lips expectantly. The girls budding breasts pushed gently at her blouse and her tapering legs, still forming into the sleek beautiful limbs they would become one day, moved lithely from the hem of her skirt.
"All right honey, take off your clothes. I want to see what you look like naked," Roper, croaked, hardly able to speak.
"Why?" the girl looked at him fearfully.
"Because I want to. Remember what your mother said!"
The little girl fumbled with the buttons on her blouse then pulled it from her skirt. She carefully laid the garment on the couch then unhooked her short skirt and stepped out of it. She looked very pretty in bra and panties, the picture of innocent young womanhood. Roper was breathing heavily in anticipation now. He stood up and reached behind the quivering little child and almost tore her bra from her body.
The girl put her hands up to her breasts protectively but he pushed them away and pulled down on her panties almost knocking her over with his frenzied attempt to disrobe her.
He stood back from her and sighed, his mouth watering at the shrinking body that stood in front of him. The girl's little tits barely rose from her chest and her hairless pussy was shivering in the coolness of the room. The sight of the bare slit made Roper's cock grow stiff and rigid in his pants and he began stroking himself back and forth rapidly.
"Come over here!" he growled.
The frightened little child walked forward slowly until she was standing directly in front of the fat, seated man. He reached up and placed his hand on her tit and she jerked away in fear.
"Stop that!" he commanded. "If I'm going to help you, you have to be nice to me."
He pulled her forward roughly and replaced his hand on her tiny breast. He rolled the flesh with the palm of his hand, his fingers tweaking the tiny nipple. The girl grimaced in pain as the little rosy bud grew to life beneath his cruel attentions.
He dropped his mouth to her small breast and began sucking on it madly. He ran his tongue over the tiny bud and licked at it with strained passion. The little girl wobbled on unsteady legs as his hands reached behind her and cupped her small rounded buttocks. She was terrified of this fat, slobbering creature that was ravishing her body. She squirmed madly against him and tried to get away but he wouldn't let go.
He stood up and slapped her face wickedly. "Quit fighting me you little whore! You're here to do what I say. You either do that or I'll make sure you never get a part for the rest of your life!"
"All... all right," said the shaken little child.
"Down on your knees!"
The little girl knelt on the floor as Roper unzipped his pants and thrust his prick into her face. The taut stub slapped her cheeks wickedly and rolled up and down her face. She moaned as he forced her hands upward curling her fingers around the waving shaft.
"Stroke it!" he commanded.
She began to pull on the cock, running her finger up and down the short stem. It felt hard and strange in her hands and the hot blood racing through it frightened her with its strange power.
She slid her tiny finders back and forth along the man's hard shaft, pumping at him as fast as she could. She just wanted to do what ever he said and hurry out of there. She looked up and saw him rocking back and forth, moaning and groaning, his eyes shut tight.
She ran her palm over the tip of his cock and he jerked wildly as if she had stung him. She had no idea of what was going on inside his body, but she realized that he must be enjoying it because he wasn't telling her to stop.
Roper reached down and grabbed the little girl by the hair. He pushed her head forward and down to his prick and groaned.
"Put it in your mouth!" he groaned. "In your mouth!"
The little girl put the hard shaft a little ways in her mouth, holding her jaws wide open as far as they would go. Roper thrust his body forward and the cock banged against the back of her throat and she gagged as it shut.
"Suck on it! Suck it like a lollipop!" he commanded.
The little girl took the cock in her mouth once more and began to suck deeply on it, rolling her tongue around the tip, closing her lips around the short, stubby shaft. She bobbed her head back and forth and pumped the rod in and out of her mouth at a rapid pace. Roper moaned wildly and thrust his body forward, ramming the dick down into the little girl's throat. The child jerked wildly, trying to get away from the plunging shaft but he kept ramming it in and out of her mouth until her jaws ached and her throat screamed with pain and agony as his constantly moving member slammed its way deeper and deeper inside of her.
"You suck good cock, kid!" cried Roper. "I can easily get you a part with your mouth."
"Umm, ummm," moaned the girl, trying harder now to please him.
Her tiny tongue lapped madly at his engorged head, her little teeth traced paths across his skin as she lapped with her lips and sucked her cheeks in and but in a wild growing passion of cocksucking.
Roper could feel the fires burning insanely in his loins. His balls felt heavy with waiting come and his legs were unsteady with the massive passion the girl was creating in his cock.
He pulled his prick from her mouth and pushed her down on all fours. He took her ass and spread the cheeks wide, jamming his cock against the tight little asshole that looked so sweet to his eyes.
"Just the thing to pump!" he yelled and pressed his cock harder at her.
The little girl screamed and tried to get away. "No, no, its too big!" she cried.
"Shut up you ungrateful little twat. Relax your asshole and it will go in."
The little girl let her asshole go slack but it was still to young and unformed to accept his cock with any ease. He twisted and turned his dick against her tiny hole, the sweat popping out of his pores.
The little girl screamed in pain as his hard cock slipped into her deeper, spreading her little folds of flesh wider than they were meant to go.
"Please, it hurts, it hurts!" she groaned.
"Shut up!" growled Roper and he jammed himself deeper into her. He began to pump back and forth briskly. The tight, tiny muscles of her anal passage locking around his cock as the smooth, hard rod slid in and out of her asshole at an ever increasing rate. He pushed her cheeks apart with his hands, pulling at the flesh to open her up wider. His cock felt strong and hard in her tight, tiny asshole as he banged her harder and harder with each successive stroke.
The fires were burning higher and higher in his balls and he could feel the explosive rush racing up from his loins and tearing through his balls, bursting their way out of his cock in one long, sustained explosion of coming.
"Ann! AAaaaahhh! That's so good! Soooo good, coming in your little asshole! ARggggh!" he screamed slamming into her one last time the last of his hot come barreling out of his cock deep into her anal canal. Then he pushed her away from him roughly and stumbled back down on the couch.
The little girl dressed herself, her whole body racked with pain, tiny, thin lines of tears falling from her cheeks. Roper ignored her whimpering, adjusting his person vainly before a mirror. By the time the child's mother came back for her, she was sitting on the couch in the same spot as when her mother left her, looking shaken and abused.
Her mother did not comment on the child's state, she merely thanked Roper over and over again when he told her he would see what she could do for the child.
"I think she has a great future," he chuckled as he showed them to the door.
He went back to his desk feeling satisfied and was sitting there smoking one of his cigars when his door opened and Sadick walked in. Automatically his hand slid under the desk and he pressed a small button.
"Well, Mr. Sadick, how goes it?"
Sadick walked casually over to the desk and perched on the top. He fished some papers around and nodded. "It's all set. Any time you want to blow it will be fine. All I got to do is connect the wires and let it go."
"Fine, fine. I have all the information planted with the police. Names, addresses, the fact that they are very dangerous. Now all I have to do is figure out when."
"Yeah, say, you know that goddamn, Garnner is in town."
"Yes, I know, I spoke to his wife. He won't come to my dinner party tonight, but he will speak tomorrow at the dedication."
"That bastard don't like us. Five will get you ten he'll start sniffing around now that his fucking little project is done."
"Yes, he could be trouble couldn't he?" "If there was one guy I'd like to see get snuffed, it would be him."
"I understand there is to be a protest tonight concerning the dam." "I heard that too."
Roper leaned back in his chair. "You know, this could be excellent timing." "What are you getting at?"
"Well, they will be making a lot of angry noise. What if something should happen to the dam at the dedication tomorrow. After all, minds would be at a fever pitch, the protest still in mind."
"What about you?"
"Oh, I can get away. I have my helicopter. Ill slip out as soon as Senator Garnner starts speaking. When you see me leave, that will be your signal to go."
"Say, that's a good idea, boss. We get rid of that nosey bastard at the same time."
"It is fortunate isn't it."
"Ill get right on it now." Sadick jumped off the desk and walked toward the door. Roper watched him go, feeling very, very happy. By tomorrow night, he would be on his way to fame and let's not forget, a whole hell of a lot of fortune.
Outside in the hall, Sadick was grinning to himself. It went just as Mr. Jannel had said it would. That fat sucker had fallen for it hook, line and sinker. He was laughing softly to himself when the elevator arrived and he stepped inside, and pressed the lobby button.
"Hook, line and sinker!" he laughed as the doors silently squeezed shut.