Chapter 10
Some hello that was, after a long day of indentured servitude to Myra Parker, alternately playing chauffeur and gigolo...walking dog-tired and knock-kneed into the bedroom to find Kathy gone and the television set flicking home-made movies of his blackest secrets, to the background music of Myra's lusty cries echoing emptily in the boudoir.
He had been vacuuming out the limousine when Kathy made her hysterical break and ended up dog meat. With sickening recollection he vividly recalled seeing Sid Parker's hulkish frame carrying his lithe bodied darling across the grounds to the Halfway House for emergency care. That was yesterday and still no word on her condition.
Now, sitting in the kitchen on a stool facing the counter elbow to elbow with Louie, the Parker's chef, cracking crabs, Paul felt the pangs of nausea gassing in his stomach. He belched, feeling Louie's eyes burning on the back of his neck disapprovingly, as the yellow mass of offal slipped through the cracked pink shell and through his fingers into the bowl of crab meat.
She was the cause of his upset stomach...that, that she-wolf with her leather underwear and fur rugs and musk perfume, demanding sex of him like he was a fuck machine. Drop a quarter in and watch him hump! Well, he'd had about enough of this crap, he stormed silently. Furthermore, his name was not Edward and he was getting tired of ignoring her slip of the tongue. She was nuts, weird, perverted...sick! Gone were the subtleties of filmy lingerie. Just this afternoon she had ordered him to tie her up and take his belt to her. A woman had to be nuts to want that kind of treatment!
The Parker's would pay for the pain and separation they had caused these country hicks, Paul vowed to himself, jamming down on the crab cracking instrument with a force that smashed the leg to shattered bits, flying over the kitchen counter.
Somehow...someway...someday...and soon that would be Sid Parker's head splattering his brains!
Myra Parker ambled about the luxurious dressing room naked, Saul's stumpy, bowed legs scissoring clumsily to keep up behind her, his flat nose sniffing at the perfumed crevice of her buttocks. This afternoon's visit to the padded room of the Halfway House was ripe within his moronic consciousness, and his bloated penis still ached from stuffing it into the fearfully cringing Negro girl's anus while the matron stood by cheering him on.
Sid frowned owlishly. "Get that monster out of here! It makes my stomach upset looking at him." He drew in a deep breath. "Christ, he's slobbering all over the furniture!"
Myra obligingly locked her 'pet' into the bathroom and carrying a Bloody Mary in her hand, wore an alluring smile. Dropping onto the fur-upholstered bench of her vanity, she turned to cast a sidelong glance at her husband. "You haven't mentioned anything about Goldy Locks, dear. You must have been terrible to the girl to cause her such panic."
Sid chuckled. "It was seeing you and her pansy-assed husband in the sack together that freaked her out."
Myra tutted, plucking a lipstick brush from her cosmetic tray. "That pansy-assed husband," she corrected, feeling her cunt tickle from the lingering feel of his hot penis stuffing her belly," is one hundred percent man, and don't you forget it! One of these days," she said in a low aside, "the boy will admit he needs me."
"Huh?" Sid turned from the tie rack where he'd been sifting through his collection.
"Nothing, darling,". She leaned closer to the mirror to draw a dark red line about her succulent lips. By the time I'm finished with Edward he'll need me so badly he won't know fww to handle a timid little nothing like his wife.. .
"Have you heard from Sam? How many girls is she sending over?" Sid advanced toward his wife, knotting his tie as he walked.
"Candy for one and the black-haired girl...Dottie I think her name is."
"Don't forget Judge Henderson has a thing for blondes, honey. See if you can scare up a third." Sid paused, straightening, taking a long glance at his beautiful wife's reflection in the mirror, appreciating her ivory nakedness, her firm, ruby tipped breasts. He felt his heavy member lurch between his legs at the provocative sight. "You'll take care of that, won't you, darling?"
The minute Sid left the bedroom, his raven-haired wife pushed the intercom on the wall telephone and paged Sam at the Halfway House:
"Send over our little Kathy, Sam, darling...I'd like to have her help me dress for the party tonight."
Except for a slight limp, Kathy's leg had mended marvelously, though her spirits had sunk well below the horizon of her normally sunny disposition, and so it was with a sense of foreboding that she lifted her head to see the ominous frame of Sam's mannish figure clogging the doorway to her room.
"Get dressed, kid...they want you in the mansion."
"Want...me...in...the Mansion?"
"That's right." She advanced solidly, bracing one hand against the girl's chest and spilling her over onto her back, supine. From the looped belt hanging about her bulging waist she pulled a hypodermic syringe which she held up before the prisoner's fear slackened face and then jabbed into her flopped down arm. The pin prick lasted only a second and then Sam pulled it painlessly free. "That's to keep you from pulling another stupid move," she warned, turning to move toward the door, then pausing meaningfully, she added: "I wouldn't try any fast stuff like you did on me last night...or you'll end up dog meat this time for sure." With an evil chuckle, the matron slammed the door behind her, its echoing thud reverberating down the hallway into infinity.
She had been bathed and dressed, her shimmering golden locks brushed to a shine. Alone in her room now, waiting her chaperone, Kathy pressed her hand to her forehead. For the past half hour she had been experiencing a mounting of giddy sensations...an almost euphoric sense of floating. When the matron came to usher her to the house she had barely felt the solid cobblestones beneath her feet; her moroseness had given away to a lightheaded ambivalence wherein there was no pain, no memory and best of all...no fear.
Sam took her through the back yard, under the trellised wisteria and past the meshed snow fence behind which Saul, pouting benignly from having been turned out of his mistress' luxurious quarters whined pitifully. A little shiver traveled up Kathy's spine; somewhere in her drugged consciousness she recalled the monster face lurid in detail on the television screen.
Now, the long shimmering golden hair falling down the girl's back highlighted whitely in the moon's glow made the dwarfs groin ache with animalish longing and he clawed at the fence, wrapping his stubby fingers through the mesh and clinging to the wire-wall like a spider traversing the ceiling.
A knuckle in Kathy's back prodded her along and dumbly she entered the kitchen. The world had diluted to a water color wash of dripping forms and faces, but the scraggly mouse-colored hair and rugged face of one man stood out from the rest. In her drugged daze, Kathy merely stared at him, her wide green eyes filling with soft compassion, her mind ever conscious of the need to be held and protected.
"Kathy...my God, Kathy...what have they...? "
Paul threw down the knife he'd been using to make the radish roses to garnish the food trays, his face paling in agony, sharing silently the inner-agony she felt.
"Shuddup, kid and get out of the way. This one's property of Mrs. Parker tonight!" Sam stepped in his way, aborting his efforts to grab his wife in his arms.
"Oh, no, you don't! You're not feeding my wife to that...that lionness!"
Paul felt a pressure on his arm, then against his will he was swung around and a flying fist punched into his jaw. When he came to it was to stare at an errant carrot peel on the Parker's kitchen floor, a puddle of blood where his nose had been. Now and then a shadow of white passed over him as Louie, still humming to himself, set zealously about his work...adding parsley here, a carrot curl there...
Paul shook his head, trying to clear his muddied senses. He had to get Kathy out of Myra Parker's clasp before she made mince meat of her!