Chapter 14

My sleep was uninterrupted considering that the party lasted well on into the dawn. After breakfast I went out, purchased an English newspaper to check out the current war in Cyprus, and also a map of Europe. Then I sat for two cups of coffee at an outdoor cafe, read the paper, and unfolded the map. There must be some place where I could go, some spot where, chances of running into someone from New York were slim.

Tourist towns were out. French Riviera, Paris, Rome, London, Munich, Copenhagen, those places were taboo. I ran my finger along the map, going north. Norway? Who the hell ever went to Norway? A good hideout, possibly, but was there anything up there to keep me interested?

The old days, the times when I was broke and lounging in Greenwich Village, suddenly came back to me with a true hurt. I missed them. Then I did not have a care in the world, surviving from day to day. A few dollars in my pocket and I was a king.

The running had soured life for me. And the women-Jesus, I couldn't take the trouble anymore that followed the brief pleasure they gave. If I had a trade, I wondered. Was it too late to study something, be a mechanic and end out my days some place where I was unknown, fixing cars?

The morning went fast as I wandered about Geneva, crossing the bridge down to the railroad station, looking in all the jewelry stores at watches, watches and more watches, then back over the river to the main part of the city into bookstores, department stores, finally a restaurant for lunch.

Finally I returned to the hotel, figuring I would pack and slip out before anyone saw me. I was about to slip the key into the lock when I heard someone moving about my room. And music was going from loud to low as someone fiddled with the volume.

Gently, I opened the door and saw a woman there. A tall, slender brunette was dancing in time to the music.

With my mouth hanging open I stared at the swaying buttocks. Ungirdled and tempting, they swung. My eyes ran up the long legs with the hard calves, up to the tight-fitting panties outlined beneath the jeans.

"Barbara!"

She spun around, her long, dark hair flying out, a smile on her beautiful face. "Darling Frankie!"

"You...you bitch! What in hell are you doing here?"

"Why shouldn't I be here? I'm your wife. I got into Paris just as you left. Bad timing, eh? Then, this morning I got a call from New York advising me you were here."

"New York? People in New York know I am here?"

Barbara shook her head. "You made some enemies. The Baudons. He phoned my relatives long distance. They in turn contacted me in Paris. My God, Frankie, I suspected you were here."

"How?" This was just a little too damned much.

"I already knew the name of your bank and discovered you were having money sent from Geneva down to Cyprus. I would have gone there but...the war, you know."

"That bastard Baudon."

"I spoke to him a while ago. He persuaded the manager to let me into your room. My, you are living in high style, a far cry from the poor slob I once knew."

"Listen, we are finished, we've been finished so get the hell out of here at once."

"And go where? We're still married, you son of a bitch, and don't forget it."

"Look, if you don't get out on your own then I'll pitch you out bodily."

"Some embarrassing questions are going to be raised by me, so be nice."

She was referring to the money of course. Fuming, I tossed the newspaper, map and things I had bought on the floor and faced her with a hard look in my eyes and my hands deep in my pockets.

"Whatever your plans are stick to them, Barbara. As for me I am bugging out of here. Alone."

The smile was still on her face, the bitch. "I'll bug ilong with you-as your wife!"

I bit my lips, trying to think, and it was then that she threw herself into my arms, wrapping herself around my body, using her legs and strong arms.

Her mouth slid over my eyes, my cheeks and finally blended with mine, bringing desire quickly into play. My ever-working penis hardened and, as her fingers worked the pants zipper, freeing it, it seemed the trouble I wanted to flee was on my shoulders again, weighing heavily.

Barbara talked rapidly, saying she knew I was living off stolen money. Keep me with you, she begged, and I will be faithful, saying nothing to anyone.

"No!"

"Ahh, but yes, yes, Frankie, you have no choice. Now come, let's get into bed." "Shit!"

There was nothing to do. I had an erection and a naked wife on my hands. In bed we were lovers after a long absence. My hands went searching, probing, finding her slender body firm and bursting with health and passion. Under my groping palms the mounds of her ass were taut, the flesh burning. Happy, she pulled me closer, her tongue darting into my mouth. My newfound freedom, my recent happiness-was it all to be thrown away for a piece of ass? No, no, no. But ohhh, God, Barbara was kissing me and stroking, using her hands in a special fluttering way and suddenly there was no road back.

And Barbara was hot! Her eyes were slits, her legs holding me like clamps as the sharp lust of my penis entered, building fire after fire. This slender girl who created so many difficulties for me writhed and moaned in the flame of passion. The fires blended into one mass, increasing in fury until each part of her was finally abandoned.

"Ohhh, yes, yes, yes...ohhhh, ohhhh, Frankie, Frankie!"

The spasms of her buttocks were so torturous that I was consumed by desire. I rose and fell swiftly, relinquishing myself completely, throwing all control to the winds. I was feverish, sweltering in her body, my palms testing the symmetry of her buttocks.

It was coming, closer, closer for us both. I cried out as the flames scorched my flesh. Barbara pumped wildly under me as her moment reached the top of its intensity. She shuddered with me through the glory of an orgasm.

Satiated, her lovely eyes glassy, Barbara lay back. "Ahhhh, there!"

I lunged one last time, as if in silent protest, and then I was finished, and sprawling limply atop the slender brunette was still married to. Totally spent, my open-mouthed face was cushioned on her thrusting, spike-pointed breasts.

"Well," she said after a time, "wasn't that a good one?"

"Not...even...one...minute!" "The quicker, the better."

I sat up thinking that I was caught again. Trapped. Well, it only meant that I would have to seek a way out but-until I found it I would continue to enjoy Barbara's body.

I stroked her flanks and tweaked the nipple of each breast. "The next one," I promised, "will take longer than one minute."

"Ohhhh, good!"