Chapter 7

Mary Beth took the sheriff at his word. It was ten minutes after two when she finally returned to the office from her lunch break. She poked her head into Rasco's office, smiling sweetly. "I-I'm back," she cooed. "Sorry I'm so late but I got tied up with...."

"It doesn't matter," Rasco said curtly. "Listen, I need you to prepare a release for Bobby Reese for me. You know how I want it, don't you?"

"Of course, Sheriff!"

Rasco picked up the phone, buzzed the deputy's station outside the main lockup. "Yeah," said a rough male voice. "What do you want?"

"Henry?" Rasco said.

"Yeah, it's me, Blue," the man said, and laughed as if he had just heard a dirty joke. "Who'd you think it'd be, Rasco? One of the prisoners?"

"With you keeping the keys I can never be sure, Henry," the sheriff snapped. "Look, I want you to get that Louisiana boy ready to leave. Make sure he gets a long shower-with hot water, Henry. And you'd better give him a toothbrush so that he can clean his teeth ... and make sure that he shaves and cuts his fingernails!"

"Whatever you say, Blue," the deputy said, and laughed again. "It sort of sounds like you've got another one going out to Horny Hanna!"

"Just you never mind about any of that, Henry," Rasco said with a sigh. "Just do like you're told!"

"Yes, sir-yes, sir!"

"Look, Henry," the sheriff said, I've got to make a run out to the boonies. "I'll be gone about three hours or so. You make sure Bobby Reese is dressed and ready to leave by the time I get back here, you hear?"

"No problem, Blue!"

The sheriff moaned and shrugged his shoulders. "It seems to me the last time you said that to me, Henry, three prisoners took your keys away from you and I had to chase them all the way to the Missouri border before I finally caught up with that bunch. So don't tell me 'no problem,' Henry!"

"Aw, Blue," the deputy groaned. "You promised not to bring that up anymore."

"Just have Bobby Reese ready to leave by the time I get back here, Henry!"

"I-I will, Blue," the deputy said miserably. "Really, HI have him all set to go!"

Kelly Danials was waiting for Lilith Samualson outside the main entrance to Thomas Hall. The girls were roommates at the Sarah Brooks-Adkinson Academy for Young Women. Lilith was a freshman, Kelly a sophomore.

Lilith saw the dark-haired girl and her face exploded in a radiant sort of smile. She raced over to Kelly and took her by the hand. "What a nice surprise," she cooed.

"I take it from the look on your face that the exam in Western Civ went alright," Kelly said brightly, and squeezed Lilith's fingers tightly in her own.

"Oh, yeah," the redhead cooed. "Ole Dr. Rogers asked just about everything you said she would. I was done in twenty minutes but I decided to hang around for a while, just so I wouldn't be the first one out of the classroom!"

"She gives the same final every year."

Lilith raised her arms above her head, turned her face to the sun. "Oh, I feel so good," she cried. "Just like a lost woman getting found. All my finals are out of the way and I've got a summer of freedom ahead of me!"

"Yeah, I'm all done, too," Kelly said, a slight quiver in her voice. "I-I...." She allowed her words to trail off, looked down at the sidewalk.

"What is it?" Lilith said

"I've got some bad news. Real bad!"

The smile faded from Lilith's face. "You haven't changed your mind about tonight, Kelly. Please-not after all the time we spent waiting and planning for just the right moment so that we'd be safe!"

"I haven't changed my mind!"

"Oh, good-good," Lilith said, and smiled with relief. "I was scared there for a moment!"

"My dumb parents are picking me up tonight instead of Saturday morning," Kelly said miserably. "My mother phoned just a few minutes ago! She and my father got an early start. They were already somewhere in Indiana. I-I tried to talk them out of it but-well, they just wouldn't listen. Seems my old man has some sort of business deal in St. Louis. I-oh, God, Lilith, I'm so sorry!"

"No-no," the redhead moaned. "Aw, what a lousy deal! What a dirty, stinking trick!"

"They'll be here to pick me up about eight-thirty!"

"After we waited, playing it cool for nearly a whole damn year," Lilith moaned. "It just isn't fair. It-it...." Tears welled up in her bright, green eyes and began to spill down her face. "Damn, damn, damn...."

"Easy, Lilith...."

"I don't think I can bear it, Kelly!"

"Oh, Lilith-lover," the dark-haired girl cooed. She had to beat down the urge to take the slender redhead into her arms, to hold her tight and comfort her.

Lilith looked very much like her mother, Hanna. Her features were softer, however, and she was still svelte and slender rather than gaunt. She had the same fiery red hair and sparkling green eyes. She also had the same passion for western-style men's clothing ... and she carried herself with the same sense of authority and self-determination.

"I wish that I had the words to tell you how very sorry I am, Lilith," Kelly said in a soft, quivering whisper.

"Oh, baby, I know it's not your fault," the redhead said. "It's just that we've waited and-hell, I really feel stupid. When I think of all the times I could have crawled into your bed and didn't because we were afraid Mrs. Potter, that dirty snoop, would barge in and catch us!"

"I feel exactly the same way," Kelly said in a thin, wailing whisper of a voice.

She was a tiny girl, not quite five feet tall, with dark hair that fell midway down her back in gently flowing curls. The hair made a striking contrast to her alabaster skin. She had pale blue eyes, a button nose, and a full, ripe, pouty mouth. She was nineteen-a year older than Lilith, but she looked quite a bit younger: fourteen or so.

"Did you cancel the reservation at the motel Kelly?"

"Well, no-not yet," the dark-haired girl said. "I came directly here to meet you! Why do you ask?"

"What time is it now?"

Kelly glanced down at her wristwatch. "About twenty after two," she said. "Why?"

"Because there's still time," Lilith said. "It may not be the honeymoon sort of thing we both imagined, but at least it will be something!"

Kelly felt the muscles within her snatch begin to sputter and snap. "Oh, Lilith-yes," she cooed. "Yes-let's do it right now, darling. Yes-oh, yes!"

"Okay, look-I've got to go into town and pick up the rental car I'm going to use to drive home in," the redhead said with a grin. "You go back to the dorm and get the things we packed for the-ah, the ... I keep thinking of it as our honeymoon, Kelly!"

"Yeah, me, too," Kelly said.

"And then you meet me in front of the dorm," Lilith said. "I should be back in thirty minutes. Okay?"

A raw shiver of expectation ran up and down the dark-haired girl's spine. "Oh, Lilith-Lilith," she moaned. "My poor puss is having a fit. Really! It's so wet and throbbing, bubbling away!"

'Yeah, lover, I know what you mean," the redhead said with an evil grin. "I can feel the spunk really oozing out of my box, too. The crotch of my briefs is all sort of soppy and I think it's seeping down onto my thighs!"

Kelly began to bounce about on her toes, excited as a preschooler with a brand new toy. "We're going to do it," she cried in a wet, bubbling voice. "I mean, at last-after all the waiting-we're really going to do it!"

"You'd better get that pretty ass of yours in gear, my love," Lilith said. "We have less than six hours to become lovers...."

Sheriff Zimel pulled his cruiser to a stop in the gravel driveway of the Fitzgerald farm and killed the engine. He looked out over the acres and acres of young soy bean plants and sighed. Ole Moses was a hell of a fanner. There wasn't a single blade of Johnson grass or weed of any kind to be seen. The old, black man was one of the richest farmers in the county with more than twelve hundred acres under cultivation. Every year he harvested a bigger yield per acre than anyone else in the county. Two of his four sons by his first wife still worked the farm with him but they lived in town with their wives and children.

True Fitzgerald walked out of the house and waved at Rasco. The sheriff began to moan as his cock sprang to life. The black woman was the most sensuous, the most erotic female he had ever known. He pinched the head of his tool, pinched it hard, but it refused to stop thrashing about like some animal trapped in a cage.

"Look at those tits," he cried in a quivering whisper as she moved toward the cruiser at a brisk pace. "Oh, sweet mother of mercy, look at 'em bounce! Look at 'em, look at 'em! I-oh, God, I-I...."

She was a tall, voluptuous woman in her mid-thirties with skin the color of polished mahogany. She wore her coarse dark hair in a huge natural, framing her large, flashing eyes, broad nose and full, ripe lips.

"Look at 'em bounce. Look, look...."

There was something of the jungle cat on the prowl in the sleek, graceful way she carried herself, and there was an undeniable storm of sensuality that rippled from her body, screaming of a hunger that had absolutely nothing to do with a need for food.

Rasco snapped a finger against the shaft of his screaming manhood but it refused to go soft. Indeed, it seemed to become even more frantic, more demanding. He wanted to cry out, to let the whole, bloody world know of the awesome sense of rage and need that swept through his body, and the voluptuous black woman moved closer and closer.

She had enormous, pear-shaped breasts that seemed to cry out for attention. They were full and fiercely proud, without so much as a single stretch-mark or a trace of sag to mar their perfection. Her belly was trim and tight, her hips full and round. Her legs were long, smoothly tapered, and her bottom was firm and proud.

"Oh, sweet mother of mercy," the sheriff cried again and again. He curled his fingers around the shaft of his pecker and began to squeeze it.

The woman stopped about a half-dozen feet away from the cruiser, stood there smiling warmly, her hands on her hips. She had on a pair of white shorts that clung to her thighs and bottom like a second set of skin, so tight that the seam at the crotch dug deeply into her snatch, separating the meaty lips of her lush vulva. A skimpy, white halter was the only other article of clothing she wore at the moment. She was bare legged, bare footed, and only a blind man would have failed to notice that she was liberated-without underwear.

"Hey, Miz Fitzgerald," Rasco said, and touched the tips of his fingers to the brim of his western hat. "My secretary said you needed to see me about something important!"

"Hey, yourself, good-looking," the black woman said with a grin. "You look awfully hot, Sheriff. You got time for a cool soda or lemonade?"

"Well, I-I...." It was considered poor manners to refuse such an invitation, but-as Rasco looked down at the sputtering bulge in the front of his pants-he decided that there was no way he could hide it from her if he got out of the car. "I-ah, I am in a bit of a hurry, True. Lots of things going on in the county today. I sure appreciate the offer. I really do!"

The black woman made her way over to the door of the car, leaned against the open window well. The sheriff tried hard not to look at the fantastic swell of dark, ripe flesh that seemed to explode above the flash, of white halter. "Ah-is ole Moses about, Miz Fitzgerald?" Rasco said. "I haven't seen him in a month of Sundays!"

"No, I'm afraid he went into town just before I called you," True said with a huge, affected sigh-a playful ploy to make her breasts swell to the point where the sldmpy halter that held them seemed about ready to burst at the seams. "Some sort of business thing. He said not to look for him until supper time." She grinned as the sheriff swallowed hard. "I'm all alone and lonesome...."

"Well, you be sure to tell him that I was asking after him when he gets back," Rasco said. "We haven't had a good game of checkers for months and months!" I'll tell him, Blue!"

The woman flicked the tip of her hot, pink tongue over the rim of her dark, lush lips and the sheriff began to whimper. His cock thrashed about like crazy, trying to tie itself up in a pretzel shape, and he found it absolutely impossible not to stare down at her fabulous breasts. "Ah-what was it you needed to see me about, True?"

"Sheriff, are you sure I can't get you to come into the house and cool off for a bit?" True said. "This heat is really something-more like July than May!"

"Well, I-ah, no," Rasco said in a voice that crackled with frustration. "I really am in a rush, you see, but-you know I sure do thank you kindly for the offer, Miz Fitzgerald, ma'am!"

True sighed, wrinkled her nose.

"I-I really wish I could, True," Rasco said. His hands had begun to tremble so fiercely that he had to grab onto the steering wheel, and he held it so tightly that his knuckles turned a sick sort of white-like the underbelly of a fish. "I had to leave ole Henry Dimler in charge of the office and-well, he's none too bright, as you well know. Besides, I'm due over the other end of the county at supper time. And-and...."

"You don't know what you're missing, lover," the black woman said as she touched her fingers down gently against his forearm and began to toy with the wet, graying fuzz there. "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question, Blue?"

"Don't mind at all, Miz Fitzgerald!"

"You sure?"

"Well, of course, I'm sure," Rasco said. "Just you go on and ask, True!"

The black woman shrugged, fire dancing in her dark eyes. "I was wondering if you ever made it with a woman of my race, Blue?" she said.

"That's a strange question!"

"You said I could ask...."

"I know, but-ah...." Suddenly Rasco found it very hard to breathe. He loosened his collar, poked about under it with his finger tips until his neck was free of constraint. "I wonder why you ask?"

"I ask," True said, "because I want to know! C'mon, Blue, tell me-have you ever had any black meat wrapped around that pink pole of yours?"

The sheriff's jaws worked a mile a minute but no intelligent sound would pass his lips. He grunted and snorted, even whinnied a time or two, but that was as close to an actual word as he came.

"The real reason I'm asking, Rasco, is because-if you haven't-I'd like to take your cherry for you," True cooed as she moved the tips of her fingers on up to his face and began to trace crazy little patterns against his lips and chin.

"Miz Fitzgerald," Rasco moaned.

"Wouldn't you like to fuck me, Blue, darling?" the black woman said as she began to poke a finger through his lips and into his mouth. They say a honky don't really achieve manhood until he's tasted a little black cunt!"

"Now you stop that, Miz Fitzgerald," Rasco snarled, and slapped her hand away. "I-I don't have time for all this foolishness!"

"Oh, lover," True pouted.

"Now, True, you-you really have to stop this," Rasco cried in a voice that cracked in the middle of each word. "I know that you're only playing a little joke on me but-well, I don't think it's the least bit funny!"

"This color don't rub off, if that's what you're afraid of, honky," True said in a deep, vibrant voice-a voice that carried with it the ultimate promise of sexual fulfillment. "I swear to you it don't, lover!" She slipped her free hand up under the back of her halter, fished ahout blindly with her fingers until she caught the metal catch there. "Here, let me show you something," she added as she unfastened the catch, and her breasts leaped forward.

"True, I-I...."

Rasco watched in fascination as the flash of white cotton began to slip down from the front of her breasts. He swallowed hard several times, groaning mightily, and then looked up into the exploding sun that was the black woman's smiling face.

"I've got some bourbon in the house if soda or lemonade don't turn you on, Blue!"

"Now, True-listen," Rasco cried. " A joke's a joke, but-damn, woman, I am a normal, healthy man. Your breasts, True-I never realized how very beautiful they are!"

"Well, get yourself a handful, lover," the woman cooed. "There's more than enough...."

The halter slipped down from her left breast, revealing the huge, proud nipple there. The areola was as big around as a silver dollar, the firm, hard nipple as thick as her little finger and at least an inch and a half from frantic root to quivering peak.

"This really isn't the least bit funny, True!"

"One thing I never joke about is sex, Sheriff," the black woman said. "It's too damned important to me. Ole Moses is a good man-a fine provider, kind and loving, but he is sixty-three years old. I'm a young woman, Rasco, and I have the needs of a young woman!"

"I-I see!"

True took one of Rasco's hands and placed it down against her breasts. "You just feel that nipple there, lover," she cried. "Just feel how hard it is?"

Rasco seemed paralyzed, unable to move, and True covered his hand with her own, pressed his palm down savagely against the pulse of her hard, frantic nipple. "Oh-oh, God, True," the gray-haired man whimpered. "It-it's so-so...." No word would come to his mind.

"Feel, lover," True demanded. "Take it between your fingers and twist it about a bit!"

Rasco jerked his hand away from her. "You have to understand, Miz Fitzgerald," he said in a whine. "Ole Moses and I go back a long, long time. We...."

"Oh, for pity sake," the black woman cried angrily. She pulled her halter back over her breasts, refastened the catch in the back. "I heard a lot of things about you, Blue, but didn't no one ever tell me you were chicken!"

"It's not that, True!"

"I ain't about to beg any man to fuck me, honky!"

"You have to understand my position, True," Rasco said miserably. "It-well, it's not because I don't want to. It's just that-like I said, Moses and me have been friends for more than twenty years!"

"Who you trying to kid, honky?" True snarled. "You'd be in bed humping like crazy if I were Hanna Samualson or Mary Beth Franklin-even Nancy Meeks!"

"You think it's because of race?" Rasco said. "Hey, no-that's crazy!"

"I hear lots of stories about every other county official sticking every bit of black pussy they can get their hands on, Blue, but no stories like that about you!"

"This is insane," Rasco said.

"Yeah, well-see you around some time, Sheriff!"

"I-I think I could do with a glass of lemonade, True," Rasco said as he opened the door of the cruiser. "Ole Moses is a friend of mine but then-so are you. And I sure can't have you thinking I'm some sort of racist!"

True banged her hip against the car door, closing It "No good, Blue," she hissed. "No-fucking-good at all!"

"Hey, True," the gray-haired man pleaded. "You've got me all wrong! Honest I..

"Chip Neilson was out to see me this morning," the black woman said. "He was after me to do a little campaigning for him this fall. He figures that there's a big enough black vote in the county to put him in office!"

"Miz Fitzgerald, that man-hey, there's a real racist for you," Rasco groaned. "I had to fire him because

"I know all about that," True said. "He likes to beat on black people-especially young females. I sent his ass packing, said that you were the best thing next to a black sheriff we could have around here!"

"Well, I appreciate your kind words, Miz Fitzgerald. I appreciate them very much," the sheriff said as he wiped his shirt sleeve across the sweat that had beaded up on his forehead. "Now, about before, I...."

"I sure hope I wasn't wrong about you, Rasco!"

"Don't talk like that, True!"

"A woman offers a man her body and he rejects her...."

"You think it's because I don't want you?" Rasco cried in disbelief. "You think is was some sort of putdown or something, is that it?"

"What else can I think?" True demanded.

"You can't accept the fact that it's my friendship for the old man that keeps me from leaping out of this car and grabbing you and carrying you into the house?"

"You know Luke and Mark-Moses' boys from his first marriage?" the black woman demanded. "Well, of course, I do!"

"Both of them come sucking around here plenty," True said. "Especially when Moses first brought me down here from Chicago. Now, you asking me to believe that a friend has more loyalty to him than his own blood?"

The sheriff grabbed her bv the wrists, guided her hand through the open window and set it down on the bulge in the crotch of his pants. "Feel that," he barked, "and then tell me if that feels like I ain't interested in your offer!"

True curled her fingers around the shaft of his cock, began to squeeze it playfully. "Hey, hey, hey," she cooed happily, "that's a lot of love meat you've got dangling between your legs, Blue-especially for a white man!"

"I really want you, True," Rasco cried miserably. "As a matter of pure fact, I have wanted you for years-ever since Moses went to Chicago and brought you back here to live!"

"I don't know about that-ten years is a long time for a man to carry a case of the hots without at least trying to do something about it," True said. "But I feel how strong your need is at the moment, and I've got to admit-that's one fine hard-on you got there, Blue! Fantastic...."

"How about that glass of lemonade?"

"It's in the house," she cooed as she released her 'grip on his dork. "I got a big pitcher cooling in the fridge. Cmon, follow me!"

Rasco sighed, pushed open the door of the cruiser and made his way behind True, his steel-blue eyes transfixed on her wiggling bottom. He felt all but hypnotized by the rolling switch of that plump, meaty rump.