Chapter 16
She was back in the scout camp clearing now. Awake, she stared at the roof of the tent. Her body felt filled with fluid, and she had to empty it. A makeshift latrine for the women had been made in the woods, so she went and used it.
On her way back, she encountered Mike Refizzo, half-dead from the looks of him, knocked out by all the drinking and fucking, but he had those last two pictures, and he handed them to her, mumbling something about her having really earned them.
His eyes were all but closed, and he wasn't watching where he was going. Instead of continuing into the woods, he turned and headed off to the right, toward the top of the fenced-in bluff. Ann didn't realize at first that he was unable to see where he was going. As he kept on walking, it dawned on her that something wasn't right, and her sleepy mind woke up enough to realize he might be in danger. Her hand crushed the photos he had given her, and she tore at them as she ran after Refizzo, trying to catch up to him. But she was exhausted, and she stumbled over a root, falling on her face. Looking up, she saw the scoutmaster reach the fence. It stopped him, but only for a moment. He didn't stop to think why the fence was there. It was a barrier, and he needed to get over the barrier, so he climbed it, and suddenly stepped off into space. He was so tired, he didn't make a sound on the way down.
Ann was the one who screamed. Her scream woke up the assistant scoutmasters and the scouts, all of whom came running over to her. She pointed to the top of the bluff, and some boys went running up there against the orders of the assistant scoutmasters. It was daylight, and Mike Refizzo's body was very clearly visible, below.
When the police arrived, Ann told them what had happened, and a few days later, after a quick inquest, it was decided that Mike Refizzo met death due to accidental causes.
Robert Lander never did come around to see Ann again. She often wondered why, but she was smart enough not to try and find out why. Later, she would learn he had taken up with four girls closer to his own age.
Because of her experience at the hidden nightclub, Ann became a true artist when it came to cocksucking and allowing her husband to sodomize her. David never did know what came over his wife, but he loved every bit of it. Though his cock wasn't as thick as that of the dead scoutmaster, Ann learned to rapidly compensate for it by strengthening her vaginal muscles and her anal muscles, as well as her tightly pulling jaws. She was able to make her interior so tight, a pin would have had difficulty finding its way into her had she wished. As a result, she and her husband enjoyed one another more thoroughly than other, far more sexually experienced couples, because the adeptness Ann had learned stayed with her forever.
David was too smart to question his good luck. Ann had changed, completely for the better as far as he was concerned, and he wasn't going to ask why. All he knew was, he had the best woman in the entire state of Maine, and he intended enjoying her.