Chapter 11
Lilith Samualson was on Interstate 55, heading South on her way home for the summer before her tears hit. The idea of being separated from Kelly for ten weeks was very nearly more than she could bear.
She stopped outside Cape Giradeau to fill her tank and call her mother to let her know that she would be home a day and a half early. The operator allowed the phone to ring ten times before suggesting that the party was not at home, adding that the girl should try her call again later.
"Listen," Lilith said, "that number is a commercial establishment-the Crossroad's Motel. Someone must be there, operator. Please try the number again!"
This time the operator allowed the phone to ring twenty times. Still no answer. "Sorry, Miss, but..,"
"Yeah, okay," Lilith said, and hung up the receiver.
What's going on, mother dear? she mused.
She tried again as she crossed from Missouri into Arkansas. Still there was no answer. She was about to leave the phone booth when she decided to call the sheriff s office. Perhaps Rasco could tell her what was going on.
"Let it ring," Rasco said as he looked across his desk at True Fitzgerald.
"No, answer it," True said. "It could be important!"
Rasco picked up the receiver, moaning. "Sheriffs office," he said curtly. "Sheriff Zibel speaking!"
"Rasco," a voice said, "this is Lilith Samualson!"
"Well, hey, little lady," the sheriff said brightly. "Why you calling?"
"Is-oh, Rasco, is mother alright?"
"She was the last time I seen her-"bout three hours ago," Rasco said. "She was in fine spirits, Lilith. Why do you ask? Is something wrong?"
"No, I'm fine, Rasco," the girl said. "It's just that I've been calling the motel for more than an hour now-and no one answers!"
"Line's probably messed up. Something I can do to help? You still at school?"
"No, I got an early start home," the redhead said. "I was trying to let mother know that I'd be there in about three more hours. You know how she hates surprises!" . , "Yeah, I-I sure do," Rasco said, and slowly shook his head from side to side. I'm sure she's alright. Don't you go worrying. And listen-I'll get word out to her that you're on your way. Okay?"
"Thanks a lot, Sheriff," Lilith said. I appreciate all your trouble, but it would ease my mind!"
"No trouble at all, Lilith!"
"Well, goodbye!"
"It'll be good to have you home," Rasco said. "Mandy will be real happy to see you. She's planning on enrolling at Sarah Brooks-Adkinson in the fall, you know?"
"Yeah, she wrote and told me," Lilith said. "Well, I'll make sure she gets shown around-meets all the right people. Goodbye again!"
"Goodbye, sweetheart...."
Rasco hung up the phone, picked it up again and dialed the deputy's station. "Virgil, what time are you off tonight?"
"Eleven o'clock, Sheriff," Virgil said. "Just like every other week day!"
"Well, look-I want you to go out to Miz Samualson's motel as soon as your off work and tell her that her daughter is coming in tonight and not Saturday morning!"
"Gee, Rasco-that's clear across town from where I live, you know," the deputy said.
"Maybe you'd like to go back to work for your stepdad, boy?" Rasco said angrily. "I hear he's in need of a hand or two at the saw mill!"
I'll give Miz Samualson your message, Sheriff!"
"That's more like it, Virgil," Rasco said as he looked over at True. "And listen, she might not be in her office. You try the door to her personal suite if you can't find her nowhere else, you hear?"
"Okay, Sheriff," Virgil said. "Is it okay if I call my wife and tell her I'll be a bit late? She-well, she worries if I ain't home right on tune!"
"Yes, Virgil. You may call!"
The sheriff returned the receiver to its cradle and smiled sheepishly. "Ain't none of my deputies overly bright," he said with a sigh, "but at least-as far as I know-they're all good, honest boys. Now, maybe we can talk without any further interruptions, True!"
"I-I brought the film into you, Rasco," the black woman said,, and began to rummage about inside her handbag for the plastic container. "We even had it developed!"
"What made you change your mind, True?"
"I wish the hell I knew, Sheriff," she said miserably. "I guess I just can't see how I can get out of one mess by getting into another one. Besides, no matter what those boys of Moses say, I don't believe that Frenchy LaDouse has you in his back pocket or on his payroll!"
"True, I'm on the county payroll-and that's all!"
"Yeah, well-I sure hope so, Rasco, because I could get Mark and Luke killed if ... oh, God in Heaven!"
"How much are the boys into Frenchy for?" Rasco said.
"Ten thousand dollars! I was going to draw it out of the bank; that's why we needed Moses in jail!"
The sheriff whistled low through his teeth. "I guess the old Frenchman is pretty upset with them, huh?"
"He said if they don't get the money to him by noon on Sunday he'll kill them both," True said. "Rasco, they ain't much good-neither one, but Moses-well, you know what he feels about them. He took it hard, real hard when Matthew was killed in Viet Nam and then Johnny went out to California to do whatever it is he wants to do!"
"Did the boys offer to pay him off so much a week?"
"Yeah, I-I guess, Rasco," True said. "They said something about giving him two hundred dollars a week until they had it paid off...."
Rasco picked up the telephone again and dialed a number. After a half-dozen rings a deep, sultry feminine voice answered. "The Frenchman's Place," she cooed.
"Yeah," Rasco said. "This is Sheriff Zimel. Let me speak to Mr. LaDouse, please. Tell him it's very important!"
The phone went dead for a few minutes and then Frenchy's voice came on the line. "Rasco," he said. "What can I do for you, my good man?"
"You can knock off that phony accent for one thing," the sheriff said, and laughed. "I remember when you and me was nothing but lap-babies arid the gang called you 'Gumdrop!'"
"Yeah, we do go back some, don't we, Blue?"
Rasco pressed a button on the phone, set the receiver back down in its cradle, and a red light came on at the face of the speaker next to the phone. "I need a favor, Frenchy!"
"Whatever it is, you've got it," Frenchy said. "Hey, wait-you ain't decided to cut yourself in for a piece of the action after all these years, have you, Blue?"
"Naw, nothing like that, Frenchy. It's Moses Fitzgerald's two boys-Mark and Luke!"
"Them clowns come running to you, Blue?"
"No-honest," Rasco said. "They don't even know. I'm aware of the situation. It was True, ole Moses' second wife-she came to me!"
"True, huh," Frenchy said. "Now, there's a fine woman for you, Rasco. I mean, she...."
"Ah-she's sitting right here in my office, Frenchy," the sheriff said quickly. True looked over at him and grinned, her eyes sparkling with a secret sense of delight.
"And you got the phone amplified," Frenchy said. Right?"
"That's it...."
"Hope I didn't say anything offensive, Miz Fitzgerald," the black man said. "No-nothing," True said.
"Look, Frenchy," Rasco said. "You know ole Moses has been feeling out of sorts ever since that one middle boy of his got killed in Viet Nam. Well, Miz Fitzgerald is afraid of what it might do to the old man if-ah, if anything unusual were to happen to Mark and Luke!"
"You telling me I've got to let those two deadbeats slide, Rasco?" the black man angrily. "Ten gees is...."
"I just don't want them killed," True said.
Frenchy laughed. "I guess I scared them good, huh?" he said. "Don't worry, ma'am-I wasn't really going to off them. But I want my money...."
"Could they pay it off at-say, two hundred dollars a week, Mr. LaDouse?"
"Two hundred a week?" Frenchy said. "At-ah, say eight percent interest!"
"How about a half percent on the uncollected balance each month?" Rasco said. "That's an honest eighteen percent or so for the loan of your money!"
"Okay, Blue-as a personal favor to you," Frenchy said. "But the first time they miss a payment I'll be calling on you to help me collect!"
"Hell, I can't pay my own bills," Rasco said, and laughed. I appreciate your cooperation, Gumdrop!"
"Yes, I do, too," True said. "And don't worry, Mr. LaDouse, I'll personally make sure those boys have the money to you each week!"
I really wouldn't have killed them, ma'am," the black man said. "I was only trying to scare them so they'd come up with what they owed!"
"Well, they were scared," True said.
"Listen, Blue," Frenchy said. "You tell them boys m expect to see them in my office with the first payment no later than a week from Friday. See you around, man!"
"Thanks again, Frenchy," Rasco said, and hung up the phone. "Feel better, True?"
"Just like that?" True said in amazement. I'm sure glad you're the sheriff, Blue!"
"Them boys could have saved everyone a lot of trouble if they had just come to me in the first place," Rasco said. "The ole Frenchman is a fair man-but he figures that people need to pay what they owe!"
"Nothing wrong with that," the black woman said.
"Well, I'm glad that I could help!"
"Rasco, there-well, there's something else Yd like to talk with you about," True said.
"If you're worried about news of what happened out on your place getting back to Moses-well, don't. You just forget it ever happened!"
"I'm only sorry about the way it happened, Blue," the woman said. "I-I really enjoyed it with you. Ihell, I'm no good at playing games, Rasco. The simple truth of it all is that I'd like you to make love to me again before I go back to Moses this evening!"
"True, I-I.. r
"Oh, we don't need to go through all that bullshit again, do we, Sheriff?"
"No, I guess not," Rasco said with a sigh. His cock was suddenly hard again, thrashing about wildly inside his pants. "I guess it's my turn to offer you your choice: the couch over there? the floor? or-hey, what about right here on top of this ole desk of mine?"
"The desk sounds like a real winner," the black woman said with a lusty sort of grin. "Yes, sir-a real winner!" She began to unbutton her blouse, enjoying the response the sheriff made to her action. "Maybe we ought to lock that door to the outside office before we get started. I'd sure hate to have anyone catch us!"
"Yeah, we'd better pull the curtain on the window, too!"
True's body glistened with sweat as Rasco pulled away from her, slid from the desk and collapsed with a grunt in a heap on the floor. "Oh, damn, sweet woman," he groaned. "That was so-so pure, so-so m....
"Wasn't it though?" True said. "I'm still tingling," Rasco said.
"Yeah, me, too," the black woman cooed happily. "I ain't been laid so beautifully since I left Chicago. You sure you ain't got some colored blood in you, Sheriff?"? She paused, chuckling. "I mean, I never thought that white man had that kind of staying power!"
"Sure, I've got colored blood," Rasco said. "Same color as you, True-redT
"You're sure huffing and puffing, Blue!"
"Yeah, well...." His words trailed off into a helpless sort of laugh. "Hell, woman, you make me feel like a seventeen-year-old boy all over again. Really, I-I'm stall all sort of quivering inside!"
"Too bad we didn't make it full circle," the black woman said in a seductive whisper. She cupped her hands under her enormous breasts, began to flick the side of her thumbs over the peaks of her dark, awesome nipples. "Really, too bad we didn't honky...."
"What the hell are you talking about, sweet woman?" Rasco demanded.
"Well, believe it or not," the woman giggled. "I just now thought of a way that we didn't do it! Yeah ... and it's a really fantastic way, too!"
"Impossible," the sheriff cried.
"No, it's the truth...."
"True, I hit every single orifice in that fantastic body," the sheriff said. "Ah-didn't I?"
"You didn't cream nay tits for me, lover!"
"Your tits," the sheriff said, and then groaned in frustration. "Oh, merciful heavens, how could I ever forget those fabulous things!"
"Is there something wrong with these milk factories of mine, lover?" the black woman said in a mock pout. "Most men find them-well, attractive!"
"They're fantastic, bitch," Rasco said, "and you know it all too well. It's just that-well, I'm really not up to another thing at the moment. Hell, I-I...."
"Please, lover...."
"Hey, face it, woman," Rasco said. "There isn't another orgasm left inside me. Really, True. I haven't got a drop of juice left in me!" He cupped his hands under his withered scrotal sac and squeezed his lifeless balls. "Nope, not a single drop of jism left!"
"Bullshit," the black woman said.
"But, True, I swear...."
"Tit fucking is a real gas, honky!"
All Rasco could do was moan.
True reached a hand out over the side of the desk, began to toy with one of Rasco's ears, running the tip of her dark finger all along the rim of that pink shell. "Cmon, lover-be sweet," she cooed. "Just one more timer
"Oh, God, True. . "
"Think of it as just another example of the white man's burden, Rasco. You know, bringing the light of truth and enlightenment to us members of the darker races!"
"Look, True, I-I ... oh, what the hell?" Rasco cried as he staggered to his feet and stared down into the smiling face of the beautiful woman. "I ought to know already that you aren't a broad to take a simple 'no' for an answer. I feel so bloody helpless!"
"You learn fast, lover," True said. "Go to the head of the class. Ohhh wheeee, and speaking of head-move a little closer so that I can get these lips wrapped around that roll of love meat one more time. C'mon, Rasco-m have that sweet soldier of yours ready for one final battle in no time!"
"Oh, God, woman," Rasco moaned as a shudder of resignation rippled through his body. "Okay-okay, just tell me where you want me!"
"You're cool right where you're at, for the moment," the black woman said as she rolled over onto her belly and reached out a hand to latch onto the sheriffs spent, withered tool. "Just come a bit closer, lover!"
She raised up on one elbow, tugged at the shank of his rod until he moved nearer to the desk. "I think I can feel a faint heart beat, lover," she giggled, and then placed a long, loving lass on the face of his cock. "Dr. True will save it!"
"You're wrong, True. Really, it's dead!"
True drew the head of his cock into her hungry mouth and began to suck away at it wildly. She cupped her. free hand under his scrotal sac and began to massage his tortured balls.
"Sweet mother of mercy," the sheriff moaned as he felt his cock springing back to life. It was almost as if True's lips and tongue, her hand-everything about her-had some sort of magical power over him, a power so strong that it could bring the dead back to life!
"Now, what was you 'saying about it being dead, honky?" the black woman cooed as she allowed his prick to slip from between her lips. "Look at that beautiful thing, lover. Hey, a hard-on like that would do a young boy proud, you know!"
"Yeah, I know...."
True flipped over onto her back, pressed the tips of her fingers against the outside of her breasts and pushed them together into a single, gigantic mound. "Well, what are you waiting for, Rasco?" she demanded. "Come get these milk jugs of mine!"
"Well, I-I ... right," the sheriff said. "But I'm afraid that even if my cock is ready for one final battle the rest of me is plum tuckered out, True!"
"Well, you just take all the time you need, lover," True cooed. "The sight of that pink roll rubbing against my black tits should be a real turn-on. Oh, yeah. I swear, the anticipation has my spunk running already!"
"Oh, God-God," Rasco moaned helplessly.
He climbed up onto the desk, straddled the black woman's body, his knees and legs pressed tightly against her hips and thighs. He hesitated for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief, and then dropped the battered shaft of his red, angry rod down in the valley that separated the twin peaks of her magnificent breasts. "I guess I'm ready...."
True pressed her fingers against the outside of her glands once again, and then snapped them against one another, enveloping the white man's cock in the firm, proud flesh of her bosom. Rasco began to sputter and moan as he felt that heavenly flesh began to grind against his tortured love meat.
"Oh, True-lover!"
"Hey, you can't expect me to do all the work," True said with a grin. "Move a little, will you!"
Rasco closed his eyes and began to roll his fleshy hip in undulation, gingerly wiggling the raw agony that was his prick about under the fantastic crush of her enormous bosom. The black woman began to turn and twist her breasts against his love meat, rippling the soft, clutching flesh vibrantly along the shaft and across the face.
"Oh, True...."
"Yeah, baby. For me, too!"
Rasco began to cry out with joy as he leaned forward on his hips and increased the rhythm of his movement. His cock began to sputter and jerk, thrashing about wildly, like a fish out of water.
"Hey, hey, hey," True said with a grin. "It looks as if you finally caught your second wind, Sheriff. Am I right about that, lover?"
"It ain't much of a wind, True ... but I'm mighty grateful for it!"
The black woman began to make loud, sucking noises, clicking her hot, pink tongue against the roof of her mouth and then darting it out between her full, ripe lips and wiggling it at the white man.
"Oh, True-lover," Rasco cooed.
"Move up a bit, lover," True cooed softly, "and I'll bet I can get at the face of that fantastic prick with the tip of my tongue. Would you like that?"
"Oh, yes-yes, yes!"
"Well, do it...."
The pot-bellied man immediately leaned forward, driving the head of his manhood out through the crush of True's breasts near her throat. The black woman lifted her head, pressing her chin down against her chest, and then quickly flicked her tongue from her mouth and began to swirl it around and around the face of the sheriff's tool.
"Oh, True-oh, lover," Rasco cried.
The black woman continued to rub her fantastic glands against the shaft of his pecker while she drew the 'white man's glans down into her mouth. Suddenly Rasco reached out and grabbed her by the back of the head. He was about to drive his manhood full sail down into the hot, hungry cavern that was her mouth when True put a hand up against his enormous belly and stopped him.
"What's wrong?" Rasco demanded.
"I don't want it like that, Rasco," she said. "I want it lying between my boobs when you go off. I-I want to see your love juice spurting from your cock, covering my titties with gobs of jism. It's a real turn-on for me!"
"Oh, sure-anything you want," the sheriff said.
"Just let me lick it while you continue to fuck my tits," she said. "And then when you get close-well, you pull back a bit and I'll watch it happen!"
"Anything you say, True!"
Once again the black woman wrapped her breasts around the shaft of his cock while she sent her tongue slithering across the face. Rasco's body began to shudder and shake as he moved his hips in a wild, frantic arc and drove his tool mercilessly against the soft, billowy crush of her breasts. He closed his eyes once again, moaning with joy as sweat flowed from his body and dripped down onto the woman under him. His balls were hard and tight, threatening to burst open at the seams as he felt yet another orgasm-his eighth or ninth, he couldn't remember which-begin to form deep down in the depths of his soul.
"I-I guess it's time, True," he cried. "I-I'm going to come again!"
True sucked her tongue back into her mouth, released her breasts and then pushed Rasco back a bit, just enough so that the head of his tool was lying in the center of her bosom. She watched in wide-eyed fascination as it began to move convulsively, thrashing about, sputtering from breast to breast, back and forth, back and forth. She felt the warning tremors of his orgasm rip wildly through his body, and then it hit-a wild, thundering climax that sent gobs and gobs of murky love juice spurting frantically across her dark, pulsing breasts in a shotgun pattern.
"Oh-oh, God," the sheriff cried as he rocked from side to side on top of the black woman, moaning and crying. "I-I can't believe it. Ohhhhhh, wow...."
He looked down into her brightly smiling face, at the gobs of murky goo that covered her, and began to laugh. "What a sight that is," he cried. "Oh, God what a crazy, impossible thing!"