Chapter 7
He walked north on Broad Street toward the Four Corners. Before he got to Branford Place he stopped in front of a jewelry store. Aronson's. He could see there was a little junk in the window, but not the amount of cheap junk that most of the jewelry stores along there had. He went from one window to the other. At the second window there was a special display; a gold necklace with a single diamond at the end of it. He didn't know a hell of a lot about diamonds, but he could see this was good stuff. Even accounting for the special lighting, it still looked good. There was no price showing. That also told him it was good stuff. He thought how it would look around Carola's neck, what she would say if she saw it there. What way would she say "thank you?" The way he wanted her to? He thought he knew a way into that store, up the fire escape of the drugstore next door and down a skylight, and that was a way you could go without tripping the goddamn ADT alarm. He knew a guy who got in and out of there that way one time. But of course, all the good stuff would be in a safe....
Well, what the hell, that wasn't his racket. He wasn't a sneak thief or a burglar. Leave that to the kids and the stumblebums. If he ever took it into his head to want that rock he would walk in and buy it. Or else ...
He moved back to the door, looking inside, noting the layout, noting how the counters were arranged, how many clerks, everything. There was only one customer inside; this was a high-class place, it never got the kids looking for costume jewelry, fake sapphires, coral beads, all that junk. He saw one of the clerks watching him. Well, rape him, too.
He kept on walking, and at Broad and Market he got on a Number 13 bus. He got off at Mill Street, right on the city line, and walked up through the park. It was getting dusk. When he got within a hundred yards of the house with the rickety stairs he stopped. Stop, look and listen. That was the word. Everything looked all right. An old lady was taking her washing off a line strung from her house to a tree. Two kids about seven to eight years old were having a fight in the middle of the street. The cars looked like the cars that were always parked along there. He began walking slowly up the hill. He stopped again. Stop, look, listen; that was the word....
He climbed the rickety stairs and stood on the porch for a minute. No sound inside, no voices, no nothing. He opened the kitchen door slowly, went in. Angela was not in the kitchen. She was in the living room, with a bottle on the coffee table and a glass half full in her hand. She was about as drunk as she usually was at this time of day. She looked at him stupidly.
"What's cooking, kiddo?" he said.
"The flatfeet were back again today. I didn't tell them anything. There were two cops from Belleville and a plainclothes guy from Newark. Sergeant Larkey. Said he knowed you a long time."
Sal took the glass out of her hand and put his arm around her. He felt for her breasts underneath her soiled robe.
"That's right," Sal said. "So what did these guys do?"
"They shook the place down from top to bottom. Even the basement, although I told them the basement wasn't ours."
Sal squeezed one of her dusky nipples between his fingers. "What did they find?"
"Your trunk. They brought some of the stuff up and asked me if it belonged to you."
Sal let his hand wander down to Angela's pantied crotch.
"I told them I never saw that stuff before," Angela told him, starting to get a little anxious.
Sal pulled her mouth to his and rammed his tongue between her lips.
"Did I do all right?" Angela asked breathlessly as they came out of the kiss.
"You did fine, Angie. Just fine." Sal got up and went down to the basement. He could see that the police had rummaged through his things. He picked up a paint-stained screwdriver and took the piece of plasterboard down. The money was still there on the bottom concrete foundation. He counted out enough money to live in style for a while, but then thought better of the idea. He took out his wallet and stored everything that might look suspicious in the secret hiding place-the driver's license with the name Anthony DiCarlo on it, the clipping from the newspaper, everything that might look funny to the police. The only thing he left in the wallet besides a fifty dollar bill, was a card proclaiming him a member of the North Newark Social and Bowling Club. He thought intently for a moment and then placed the .32 Mauser, the loaded clip and half a dozen cartridges in the hiding place as well. He carefully replaced the wallboard and went casually upstairs, hoping for a little action with Angela.
Sal found her sprawled out on the sofa, her robe hanging loose on her body. Parts of both breasts were exposed, including her panties, which were sheer, the way Sal liked them. Sal sat down next to her and Angela struggled to get up and put her head on his chest.
"You know Angie, you really shouldn't drink so much," Sal told her, feeling protective.
"What else have I got to do," Angela said, feeling extremely drunk and depressed.
"Make love to me, that's what," Sal said, kissing her full on her alcohol-flavored mouth. He reached into her robe and since it was so loosely tied, it fell open easily. Sal massaged Angela's large breasts and pinched her upturned nipples, hoping to get her in the mood for love.
Angela responded to Sal's caresses and groped around clumsily, reaching for his cock. He took hold of her hand and placed it on his easily excited dick and Angela moved her hand up and down against it through his pants.
"That's nice, babe," Sal said, lowering his mouth to her tits. He sucked on them hard and Angela winced a little.
"Go easy, Sal," Angela said, although she enjoyed his roughness sometimes. Sal kissed her on the mouth again, and as they tongued each other, he let his fingertips brush against her moistening crotch. He reached inside her damp panties and gently pushed his fuck finger into her vagina.
"Oh Sal...." Angela moaned. "I do want you. I want you so bad...." Her voice trailed off as she became distracted by Sal's finger-fucking action. He left his finger in her panties and continued to push it in and out of her snatch He could feel her getting wet, which made his cock jump and swell with excitement.'
"I want you too, babe," Sal said. He realized that he didn't understand his feelings for Angie exactly, but right at this moment he did want to make love to her. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast and make them both explode, but first he wanted to eat out her pussy. Only of course, if that's what she wanted him to do. Sal quickly removed his clothes and folded them neatly over the chair. Angela's robe was open and Sal helped her slip out of it completely. She tossed it on the chair on top of his clothes and he busied himself teasing her cunt through her wet panties. He found what he thought was her clitoris and rubbed it hard with his fingers. Then he felt for her pussy hole and moved his middle finger against it.
"Ooooooo...." Angela moaned and Sal slipped her panties off her hips, down her legs and over her ankles.
"Are you going to go down on me, Sal?" Angela asked breathlessly.
"Would you like me to go down on you?" Sal teased her, positioning his tongue over her glistening cunt.
"Oh yes, yes!" Angela wailed as Sal jammed his tongue into her vagina.
Sal felt his prick growing impossibly hard between his legs. He told himself to hold on for a while, so he could get Angela good and hot, but it wasn't easy for him. He was ready to plunge his rod right into her honeypot that very minute and fuck the hell out of her, but he made himself wait awhile. He liked the smell of her cunt and he inhaled big breaths of it as he ravaged her clitoris. He sucked on her distended labia and let his tongue tickle her cervix. He knew that he was driving her wild and it gave him pleasure to do that to her. Finally, he pushed his tongue up as far as he could into Angela's pussy and she screamed with delight. He sucked hard and swirled his tongue around inside of her and periodically took a swipe at her clitoris.
"Oh my God! Sal!" Angela screamed. "You're going to ... I'm gonna COME!" Angela shouted as an enormous orgasm ripped through her body and shook her spasmodically.
Sal didn't let up, though, continuing to suck on her to give her as much pleasure as possible. Angela let out her breath finally and fell back against the side of the couch.
"Oh, that was incredible!" she told Sal appreciatively. He held her for a moment and she stroked his rock hard prick. The first few drops of pre-cum juice glistened at the head of his penis and it wasn't long before Angela was ready to get down to some heavy stuff again.
She pressed her mouth to Sal's and they kissed each other long and deep. Angela could taste her own salty cunt and she was anxious now to have Sal's thick, hard prick plunged deep inside of her. She pushed Sal down on his back and started to grind her vulva into his body. He liked it when she was aggressive and took charge of things. Angela ran her tongue across his breasts, swirling it round the nipples. Then, she moved it down his belly and briefly flicked it across the head of his penis.
"Are you ready for me now?" Angela asked him with a quiet intensity in her voice. Sal thought he might shoot his hot load all over the ceiling, but he managed to control himself.
"Yeah. Sure, Angie."
Angela positioned her body over Sal's so that her vagina was over his penis. She guided him into her slowly and carefully and they both moaned with pleasure when he was inside her. Sal lay there, very still and Angela worked her pussy up and down on his cock in an intoxicating rhythm. Sal felt the pressure building in his sperm-filled balls and he knew that at this point he wasn't going to last too long. Angela rotated her hips on top of him and squeezed his cock with the muscles inside her vagina. The last squeeze was a little too much for Sal and he blew his wad of semen, deep into Angela's pussy.
When they'd finished, Sal dressed quickly and abruptly said goodbye with an almost obligatory kiss. As he made his way out the kitchen door and onto the rickety landing, he could hear Angela calling him back and asking him to please stay with her for just a little while longer. His mind was already a million miles away.