Chapter 9
Sarah was getting ready for bed when the doorbell rang. She looked at her watch almost twelve. She shook her head annoyedly ... Darn that Cindy, she's gone off without her keys again! What am I going to do with that girl?
The security chain was hanging uselessly by the door and she thought for a fleeting instant of hooking it just in case, but she didn't ... and almost immediately knew she had made a mistake.
There were three teenage boys standing outside, boys she had never seen before, and they were dressed sloppily, like motorcycle bums, with denim jackets and boots. She tried to slam the door, but a heavy leather boot blocked the way.
"What do you want?" she demanded. "Take your foot out of my door before I call the police!"
A greasy-haired, bearded teenager smirked in her face and shook his head slowly from side to side; his eyes were wild-looking and mean.
"You ain't gonna' call no police, Mrs. Sarah Holloway, 'cause you wouldn't want us to tell 'em why we came here tonight. We'd have to tell them the whole dirty story about you and that paperboy kid ... and wouldn't that look nice on the front page, huh?"
Sarah's heart stopped and she felt an icy chill race down her spine beneath the filmy fabric of her thin nightgown. She glanced around outside, fearful that someone might have heard what the dirty-looking boy had said, but there was no one on the street.
She moistened her lips and managed to speak, in spite of that ball of nausea that felt as thick as a softball in her throat.
"W-What do you want from me? Who sent you?"
The tall, lanky hippie looked around and then gave the door a hard, cruel push that sent Sarah tumbling onto the floor. The three of them rushed inside, laughing insanely as the scantily-clad widow clutched at her gown and tried to get up.
"We just thought we'd drop by for a few laughs, that's all. We heard you like to have a few laughs, isn't that right, guys?"
Sarah managed to get up, clutching the halves of her thin gown together and wishing she had been wearing something less revealing she could feel the lustful, appraising stares of the three teenagers as their eyes roamed over her womanly curves and hollows. She looked fearfully into the eyes of the tall one with dirty blonde hair who seemed to be the leader ... her blood ran cold when she saw the dilated pupils, the glazed, vacant stare of drugs! They were high on something and Sarah knew they were capable of anything!
"We talked to a friend of yours, Lady," the tall one began, moving closer to her. He was young, maybe eighteen at the most, but he had the hardened mannerisms of an ex-con and Sarah wondered, fearfully, if these three could be the escapees from the County Youth Camp over the Tyson ... God help me if they are! I think two of them were in for rape and assault!
"Who w-was that?" The frightened young widow managed to speak, though her throat felt as if someone was already choking her into oblivion.
"I think you know ... the paperboy, remember? He was sort of drunk and started running his mouth. He didn't want to tell us where you lived, but Danny kinda' helped him change his mind, huh, Danny?" One of the other two grinned, flashing his yellowed teeth. There was a gap where one should have been and he lifted his meaty fist in a gesture that was unmistakable ... My God, they beat up little William and now they're gonna' do it to me!
The ringleader moved closer and Sarah clutched desperately at her nightgown, her breath frozen in her lungs and her heart pounding like a trip-hammer. "P-PI ease ... don't hurt me," she whimpered, her voice frail with, fear and revulsion.
He extended his grubby fist to her face, then opened his fingers and took her chin in his grip. A smirking grin smeared obscenely over his lips, with the promise of unspeakable threats and sadism. "We ain't gonna hurt you, lady. That is. nothing but the kinda' hurting you like best ... we might hurt your sweet cock-lovin' pussy with out dicks, but that's what you want anyway, ain't it, baby?"
Sarah had never known such fear: her blood ran icy cold like a mountain spring and she could feel her heart slamming into her ribs as it pumped frightenedly. spurred into manic frenzy by the adrenalin that coursed in her veins. She looked from one boy to the other, unable to believe the incredible viciousness and hate that marked their young faces. There was no mercy there, no concern ... just the grimace-like masks of hatred. And the horrifying smirking grins that betrayed their lust!
The tall one reached down to where her hand clutched at her button-front gown and he calmly, slowly, unpried her fingers with hardly any effort at all. He pulled her hand aside and the halves of her gown fell open, exposing the inner rich curves of her cleavage and the peeking crinkly invitation of her nipples.
Sarah swallowed hard to hold back the churning heat of her fear and nausea, but he said something that was to change all that. Something that turned the course of her resistance ... and possibly saved her life.
"You expecting anybody?" he demanded. "That punk kid didn't say nothin' about no boyfriends or roommates ... there ain't nobody comin', is there, lady? 'Cause it might be a bit unpleasant if somebody was to just bust in here right in the middle of something. You see ... me and my buddies are sort of on the run, and we don't give a gooddamn what happens to anybody who tries to stop us, understand?"
Sarah nearly cried out in horror as the blood-chilling thought flashed like a small explosion in her mind ... Dear God, what if Cindy comes home! She'll walk right into this and. . . there's no telling what they'd do to her! I know what they'd do ... and I can't let it happen!
Sarah managed a faint hint of a smile, though the corners of her mouth twitched with the awful fear and loathing that knotted her insides like twisted cord. "I-I know what you want ... and I ... I'm ready any time you are." She pulled the sides of her gown apart and rested her hands on her curvy hips. There was a delicious patch of nakedness right down the middle of the trim young widow ... and a chorus of inhaled breaths as they saw!
"Okay, baby ... that's just what we wanted to hear!" the one in charge hissed through clenched teeth, his breath reeking of liquor and drugs. "Let's get in the bedroom and do some fine fuckin' and suckin'! "