Chapter 5

A sound made her open her eyes. Standing in front of her in her living room, still in his scout uniform, was Mike Refizzo. For a moment it all seemed like some kind of horrible dream. What would Mr. Refizzo be doing in her home now? But as the lethargy slowly began wearing off, she realized the man was really there.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, watching the man sit on the piano bench across from her chair.

"I forgot my camera," he told her, holding up the camera. "I came back for it about twenty minutes ago.

"Twenty minutes ago?" she asked, her heart freezing.

"Twenty minutes ago," he echoed.

"Why were you here so long?"

"The camera was where I left it ... downstairs."

"You mean . ... "

"Yes, Mrs. Corso, I witnessed that little bit of fun you had with Robert Lander. Not only that, but I took some interesting pictures with my camera."

"My God!" Ann gasped, watching the way the man caressed the leather carrying case in which he kept the camera. He ran his fingers up and down the shoulder strap.

"I took about eight photos," he told her, smiling. "I would have taken more, but I didn't have any more film. Now, suppose you and I negotiate for these photos."

"How much?" she asked.

"No money," he snapped. "I don't want money."

"Well, just what is it you do want?"

"I have a problem," he told her. "I think you can help me with it."

"What kind of problem?"

"Temporary impotence," he replied. "I still can't figure out how it all came about, but it began when I found myself going after prostitutes. You see, I wasn't getting enough action with the really decent broads, and being a bachelor, I figured there was nothing wrong with me going out and paying for it. The trouble is, I soon discovered I wasn't able to keep it up. I must've tried well over a dozen different broads, and with each one it was worse than with the one before. At the end I wasn't even able to get hard, no matter what she did. But this afternoon, when I watched what you were doing with that kid, I got hard, really hard.

What was more, I stayed hard through the entire performance. In fact, once you and the boy went up here, I had to go to the bathroom and jerk off to relieve the tension. The sight of those tits of yours, and the way your mouth sucked on that kid's cock really got to me."

"No!" Ann gasped. "I know what you're leading to, and the answer's no, I won't do it!"

"Shut up and listen!" he snapped. "You'll do it because what I'm asking is little enough. I'm not gonna waste time returning these pictures one at a time. I'm gonna give 'em all back to you-after."

"After what?"

"First, I want you comin' to my house some time during the week. I get outta work at five. You figure out how you're gonna do it. I don't care. There, you and me, we're gonna ball. You see, I gotta be sure I can not only get it up and keep it up, but I can keep it stiff until I pop my load in a woman. If I can do it with you, then the odds are I can do it with almost any other woman-any woman except a whore."

"Then you'll give me the pictures?" she asked.

"It ain't quite that easy," he told her. "To make sure, you 're gonna be the third mother who comes along on the camping trip this upcoming weekend."

"But my husband has plans...."

"Tough! I want you coming with me this weekend! You do that, and you do whatever I say on the weekend, and when we get back on Sunday evening, I'll give you all the pictures-all of them. Polaroid pictures don't have decent negatives, so you got nothing to worry about as far as my making new sets of pictures. Now I really ain't asking much. I want you at my house sometime during the week only once. After that, you come on the camping trip. On the trip, you do everything I say, and then I give you back the pictures and you never have to worry about me saying anything, either."

"How do I know you'll keep your word?" Ann asked.

"Because I'm a Refizzo, and a Refizzo always keeps his word-always!"

"I think you should know, I've never done anything like that before," she told him. "It was my first time."

"First time, hundredth time, I really don't give a damn," Mike shrugged. "You just make sure you're at my house by say, five-fifteen any day this week. I ain't gonna add any extra times, because I don't dig using the same cunt more'n once or twice, maybe three times maximum. So you get your ass over to my place, and we'll work it out from there."

"And if I don't?"

"Come on, Mrs. Corso. I ain't even gonna talk about the ifs. We both know what'll happen if you don't. You just be there. I'll be waiting for you. Now I have to go. Be seeing you."

She watched him stand and walk out the front door, and terror filled her. She didn't know what to do at this point.