Chapter 4

Susan Kelly didn't have a lot of money. But she did have a tremendous amount of pride. And she had made her decision that she was going to get nothing accomplished unless she put first things first. And she knew how she would go about it. She had the strategy all planned in her mind. The only way she could legitimately get a divorce was if she could get the goods on her husband. Therefore she looked through the phone directory for a list of private investigators. She found some under the yellow pages. She called up Roger Martin. And when she got him on the phone she explained what she wanted.

"Mr. Martin," she began, "I'm interested in obtaining a divorce from my husband. I don't trust him farther than I can spit."

"You sound like a lot of other wives that I deal with," he chuckled.

"Is infidelity that common?" she demanded.

"I'm afraid it is," Roger Martin explained, 'you see the man is a different animal than the woman. The man must play around. The woman I guess is more confined to her cage so to speak."

That did it! Rising to her feet, Susan Kelly looked at him with righteous indignation flashing in her eyes.

"Mr. Martin," she said, "I'm not interested in your opinions of the male and female sex habits. What I am interested in is finding my husband's weak point. I'm sure he had one. I have good information that he is playing around with someone. But if I can't find that person and use sexual grounds for divorce, perhaps I can catch him in some other bad business. Do you understand?"

"Oh I understand," he laughed, "and I hope you understand that this is going to cost you. Most people have some skeletons rattling in their closets. And I like to shake them. But first I have to have the money. You do understand don't you?"

"Of course I do," she said, "it is not difficult at all for me to figure out what the scoop is."

"Go on," she said, "tell me how much."

"I begin with five hundred," he smiled, "then I continue from there."

"Well how much will it finally be?" she asked curiously.

"Enough," he assured her.

"Oh I'm sure of that," she said, "you always know how to make it enough don't you?"

"I'm afraid we do," he admitted.

The more he talked about it, the more she realized that she had to make her decision.

"All right, Mr. Martin," she said, "you can begin. I will give you a list of where I think he has been. One thing that I really want you to check out is this. I found a check stub, of a man by the name of Harry Hanover. My husband is in the wholesale drug business. And I wonder what connection he could possibly have with Mr. Hanover."

Martin looked at her and said, "I don't know Mr. Hanover and I have no knowledge of your husband. You will have to give me this information and let me check it out. That is my job. It will require time, money, and patience. I provide the time, I provide the patience, and you provide the money."

Immediately, Susan Kelly got out her check book and wrote him a check. The private investigator smiled as he saw her writing the check.

"Very good," he said, "I think we are getting closer and closer to the crucial question."

"All right," she said, "I'll give you five hundred more if you get the goods. But I can't go beyond that. I'm not a rich woman. I hope you understand. Save the big prices for your rich clients."

"I'll try to remember that," Martin smiled in his most dapper manner as he got to his feet and escorted her to the door. "Thank you so much for all of this information that you have given me Mrs. Kelly. I hope that we can provide you with a very happy, responsible divorce arrangement."

She turned and looked up at him with a meaningful expression in her eyes, "I do too. I'm so sick and tired of living with that animal."

"Come come, Mr. Kelly," he said, "nothing can be all that bad."

"My barbaric husband is that bad," she insisted.

There was no doubt in his mind now, that she was going through some trauma. However, he didn't want to get to intimately involved with whatever her problem was.

"You know," she smiled, "you really are something else."

"Am I?" he said, "maybe you would like to have a little something on the side with me."

"Hardly," she smiled, "I do not mix business with pleasure. I hope you understand."

She did indeed understand. And she was tortured.

"Oh baby," she said nervously, "why do I get in such messes?"

Then she went down the hall and got to the elevator. She took it downstairs, and all the way down she kept looking at the people around her. She wondered if they were as confused, as uptight, and as emotionally disturbed as she knew she was. However, she had plans for her future. And she vowed if she could make these plans come to life, everything would be different. When she got to the main floor, she got out and decided that she needed a drink. She looked at the high rise apartment buildings around her. She admired their beautiful colors. Some were gold with brown balconies, and some were gray with deep gray balconies. She loved the interesting places and imagined what it would be like in Miami. She had heard so much about the beauty of Miami that the whole idea of going there really got to her.

Going into the bar, she ordered a couple of drinks. The bartender smiled when she said, "I'll take two drinks."

"Well I never heard of a woman ordering two at one time," the bartender grinned.

"Well now you have haven't you?" she said acidly.

She didn't appreciate his snooping into her personal life. If that was her way of doing it, that was her way of doing it.

She was becoming more and more eager for sexual activity. And this bothered her. She saw a young man come in and sit two seats away from her. She tried to look her very best so he might take an interest in her. She wondered if she was losing her mind to get this turned on with sexual activity. She fell herself perspiring as his hot lusty eyes looked at her. Finally he moved over and asked her, "Mind if I sit down here?"

"Why no," she said, "it's a free country."

"Right on," he said, "now how would you like me to order one of your drinks for you?"

"Well I haven't had my quota yet," she admitted, "so I might as well order another two."

"Oh two at a time," he chuckled, "you really do go for everything in a big way don't you baby?"

"Yes I do darling," she smiled, "is there anything wrong with that?"

"Why of course not," he said, "if that's the way you want it, that's the way you want it."

She nodded and began sipping her bourbon and seven drink. It did taste delicious to her. There was no doubt about it, she was going to do her thing. No matter how wild or wicked it was, she was determined that she was going to live her own life in her own way.

She got to talking to him, and he told her his name.

"My name is Gabriel," he said, "and what is your name?"

Before she answered, she sipped her drink. Then she thought it might not hurt to give him her first name. After all, she calculated, they would be ships that would pass in the night.

"My name is Susan. Gabriel," she mused, "what an interesting name. Are you that angel Gabriel?"

"I'm no angel," he said sexily, "but I can do a lot of blowing."

"Well," she said, "you certainly aren't afraid to speak your mind are you?"

"Why no," he laughed, "I'm not. I always think it's best to put things right on the level. For example, I might as well ask you point blank if you would like to go home and go to bed with me."

"How dare you?" she said, "are you trying to make out that I'm some cheap slut?"

"Don't be absurd," he said quickly, "that type of thinking is real old fashioned. Look, baby," he explained, "you want some sex activity don't you?"

"Well now that you mention it yes."

"Well I can take care of you honey."

"Can you now?" she asked, "how do you know how sexy I am?"

"Oh I can tell by that look in your eyes," he said, "you look like you would be a great fuck."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" she demanded.

"I think it is," he said, "you would be surprised how good I am at it."

"Well I never," she said, "get me another drink."

"But you haven't finished your second drink," he reminded her.

"Well it won't be much longer and I will have finished it," she said, "you know I get really disgusted when you talk to me. I think you have so much nerve, that it really isn't funny."

"That's no way to talk to me," he said, "you came to this bar and you were looking at me. You were looking at me with sex in your mind."

"Well isn't that a nice way to put it," she said, "well baby let's quit playing games."

"I'll get your other drinks and you will be stoned out of your mind and you won't know what you're doing," he said, "then I'll take you to my place and ball you."

"All right," she said quietly, "I guess I could."

Gabriel motioned for the bartender so he could get his attention. He shook his head giving him the high sign letting him know that he didn't think she was able to have any more drinks.

"Where's that drink?" she demanded.

"You don't need any more," he said, "you have had enough."

"I never have had enough drinks," she said.

"That's what you think," he said. It was becoming more and more obvious to her that he was a very difficult man. She really didn't know whether she cared to go to bed with him or not. Yet there was something so appealing, something so sexy about him, that she knew she had to have him.

"Would you like to feel me?" he asked her.

"I really don't care to have anything to do with you," she said as she reached for her second drink and completed it. A moment or two later, he took her hand in his and placed it on his rock hard cock. The moment that she felt his huge male member, she began thinking of what fun it would be to slip it between her lips and do something for him.

"You see baby," he grinned, "I'm ready. I hope you've got a hot mouth because I'm a real pistol."

"All right," she said huskily.

He could tell from her glazed eyes that she was stoned out of her gourd. More than that, she was full of passion for him. And he vowed that he would get a good fuck from her.

"Oh baby," he said, "I want to really give it to you. And I know how to give it every which way."

She thought he was really building himself up. And she couldn't help wonder if he was half as good as he claimed that he would be.

She knew that she wouldn't have much longer to wait until she found out. As they were in a taxi now headed for his apartment.

"I hope you're not married," he said, "I don't like to get in the middle of triangles."

"Well you don't have to worry about me," she said quietly.

"You didn't answer my question," he reminded her, "are you married or aren't you?"

"Well I'm married, but I'm separated," she told him.

Once her status had been clarified it made Gabriel rest a little easier. "You know baby," he said, "you could get in trouble just picking anyone up at the bar. Even though I will never cause you any problem, I have to warn you that there are some men who are dangerous to pick up."

"Thank you for telling me," she said, "I would hate to get caught in a trap."

"I know what you mean," he said, "and I assure you baby you have nothing to fear from me."

Because he mentioned fear so much, she wondered if it was just a ruse. She wondered if in fact she didn't have quite a bit to fear from him.

Finally they arrived at his place. It was on the side of a mountain, and the taxi driver acted as though he hated driving up the steep mountain.

"Right there," he said, "that's my place."

He found his place, and she had to walk up what seemed to be a billion steps.

"What a lot of steps you've got here," she said quietly.

"Yea, stairway to heaven," he said, "now baby I've got a nice place with a good view. And you're-going to like it. I always enjoy having the beautiful lights twinkling before me every night."

She understood what he meant when they got into the apartment and he pulled the drapes back. There below her was a fabulous view of the city. The lights were glistening, against the blackness of the night.

"You know honey," he said, "I would like to do it on the floor. All I would have to do would be to throw a beach towel on the floor and we could do it right here. It seems more like a couple of animals in heat that way."

"Why do you have to downgrade sex?" she asked curiously, "I don't like being compared to a fucking animal, if you don't mind."

"Oh I didn't mean to downgrade it," he said quickly, "I really didn't."

"Well that's the way you make it sound honey," she said, "and I don't appreciate it I don't appreciate it at all."

It was easy now for her to see that he wao quite a stud. And she was determined to get all of the action out of him that she could.

"You know baby," he smiled, "you have such a gorgeous body I could screw you all over."

As he looked at her, he was eager to see her stripped.

"Let me put on some nice music baby," he said, "while you take your clothes off for me."

"You're real sure of yourself aren't you?" she smiled at him.

"Well sure baby," he grinned, "why shouldn't

I be?"

"All right," she said, "I'll take my clothes off. But I don't want you to do anything unless I agree to it. Do you understand?"

"Of course-I understand," he grinned.

At this point, the music was starting to play. She could hear its rhythmic sexy beat, And it was obvious to her that the music was something to get her stimulated and in the mood for sexual intercourse.

"How do you like those records?" he asked.

"Oh groovy," she said, "but it's quite obvious that they are the sexiest sounds that you could get."

"Of course they are baby," he said, "it takes the big beat to screw good."

Now she was undressing. She was eager for him, as he had unzipped his fly and was trying to entice her by stroking himself.

"Oh that's a nice looking one you've got there," she said, "how long is it?"

"It gets longer when it has a girl's mouth on it."

"Well I know what you want me to do," she said.

As she got down to her bra and panties he was looking even more intently than before.

"What a gorgeous set of knockers you have honey."

"Why thank you Gabriel," she smiled, "it's always nice to be appreciated. I'm sure it has nothing whatever to do with you wanting to ball me."

"Every compliment a woman gets has something to do with a man wanting to make her," he smiled.

Now, she was slowly teasing him by stretching the elastic waist band of her panties. Then she would pull it. As she would pull it he would become more and more intensely excited.

"Slip your hand down in there and take them off," he told her, "I'm dying to get a good look at you there."

Finally she eased her panties off. Now he was really turned on.

"Oh baby," he said, "what a gorgeous box. I sure like that nice fur trimmed triangle of yours. It's beautiful. Honey, let me do you first."

With his penis sticking out from his pants, he came over to her and dropped on his knees as if worshiping her body. This did please her enormously.

"Oh darling," she panted, "does that ever feel good."

The pleasure now was building. And she was enjoying it. Every hot second of it.

"Oh do it baby," she panted, "that s what I want. Oh-h-h yes. Stick your tongue in there lover, and do me."

He was licking away furiously. And she was enjoying it more every second.

"Eat me," she told him, "that's what I want honey. Lick me lover."

The hot tongue movements increased in pace. Every second he was becoming more and more intensely excited.

"Eat me," she begged him.

His face was buried in her muff. His tongue was stabbing in there. As his hot licking activity continued, she became more and more excited.

"Oh-h-h-h yes Gabriel," she urged him on, "that's what I love. Oh, ah, yes lover, yes. That's the way to do it. Now you're loving me. Oh, ah, yes, yes baby. Keep it going, keep it going!"

His hot hands grasped her naked behind. He obtained great pleasure from grasping her tightly and stabbing his tongue in there.

"Oh sweetheart," she panted, "do I ever love that. Oh yes. Keep that up. Faster, oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's what I love."

The pleasure was building every second now. And she knew that it wouldn't be much longer until she would be there.

"Love me sweetheart," she urged him, "love me."

There wasn't a shadow of a doubt in her mind at this moment, but that she had a good fortune to experience a real talented lover. And it was this pleasure that was driving her out of her gourd.

"Oh Gabriel," she moaned, "keep that up. Keep that up darling. Keep doing me. Oh love me. Just like that lover."

Gabriel wasn't afraid to make love to her. He wanted above all else to tantalize, to tease her. Reaching up he groped for her breasts. However, the bra was there. Nervously, her fingers reached behind her to unfasten the hook. She unfastened her bra and let her breasts fall out to their freedom. Now he was really excited. Grasping her breasts with both hands, he continued playing with her.

"Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I love. Do it for me darling. Do it for me."

The delicious excitement that was surging through her body at this ecstatic moment, was eclipsing any previous sexual excitement that she had had with her son. She began wondering if she should run off to Miami with Gabriel instead of her son. At least she thought to herself, she wouldn't be getting in anywhere near as much trouble.

"Eat me," she begged, "yes darling, yes. Love me. That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes lover, yes."

The hot pleasure that she was experiencing now, as he did his thing really got to her. Suddenly she juiced. As she did so, his tongue quickly quivered around her clitoris. He didn't quit licking. Every second he let his tongue urge in there faster and faster.

"Oh yes darling. That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes darling, yes. That's what I love."

Suddenly, she juiced again. She was cuming in multiples. This really amazed her. Never before had she ever cum in multiple orgasms. Even her son and his marvelous tongue thrusting inside of her could never achieve such ecstasy.

"Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. That's what I need. That's what I want. Oh, ah, yes, yes. Keep that up. Keep that up."

The super excitement of the slippery hot tongue sliding inside her, sending chills up and down her spine.

By the time he finished and looked up at her, she was a limp rag. As he stood up she could see that his penis had lengthened. Apparently, the pleasure had done some wonderful things for him.

"Oh Gabriel," she smiled, "you are ready for it aren't you?"

Now she was hot for him. And she was determined that she would have him.

"I'll do you," she smiled at him, "I'll be happy to baby."

It didn't take Gabriel long to slip out of his pants. And then he presented her with his penis when he was completely naked. He was a very strong muscular man. She liked his strength. And she looked forward to slipping her mouth over his huge penis.

"Does it look good to you baby?" he smiled, "it sure is going to be fun for me."

"Yes honey," she assured him, "I can hardly wait to have you."

He didn't have to wait much longer either. For soon, she was ready to give herself to him.

"Oh wow!" he panted as he felt her hot mouth traveling over his rod. She slid her mouth back and forth in quick eager strokes. And he thrust in rapid drives.

"Oh yes baby," he panted, "that's what I want. Oh yes. Let me touch the back of your throat."

Now he forced his penis farther into her. As he felt it touching the back of her throat his cock quivered.

"Oh wow!" he panted, "that's too much baby."

He was shaking with passion and delight as he went to town.

"Do it baby," he gasped excitedly, "that's what I want. Oh, ah, yes lover, yes. Keep doing it. Faster, faster, let me get it in there farther."

The pleasure was building to a passionate pitch. He could hardly stand it.

"Oh ' he gasped excitedly, "that's too much. Oh yes baby, yes. That's what I love."

He loved it more every second. And so did she.

"Oh do me," he begged her, "just like that lover. Oh, ah, yes baby, yes. Love me."

The pleasure was building every minute. And she knew that it would not be much longer now until he started to juice. For some of the urn was starting to form on the slit.

"Oh, keep doing it. Just like that, lover. Just like that. Oh, ah, yes, yes. That's what I want!"

Suddenly, the huge shaft exploded in her mouth.

"Oh I'm cuming," he gasped eagerly, "I'm cuming. That's it baby. Lick it quick."

She was eager for him. She didn't want to miss a drop. And she kept busily at it every second.

"Oh do it baby," he begged, "yes. Don't stop now. Don't let anything make you stop now."

She loved being able to make him this happy. She loved the way that he did it to her. And the amount of juice that he shot into her mouth was the most she had ever received.

"Oh baby," he panted, "you sure are doing me just right."

She realized that at last she could become quite a sexual professional. Instead of being ashamed of what she was doing or could do, she was proud of her accomplishments.

"I love you honey," Gabriel panted, "I love the way you're doing this."

Even though she was still stoned, and heated with passion, she would not let the word love the way Gabriel used it blur her reasoning powers. She knew very well that what he meant was he loved her hot mouth sliding back and forth on his tremendous tool.

Do it for me," he urged, "lick it all off."

She determined that this was what she would exactly do. She decided that she wasn't going to leave any. She loved the taste of it.

"Oh honey," she panted excitedly, "I really love this. I love it more than you would ever understand!"

He looked at her now, and he realized that this woman was capable of making him more excited than almost any woman he had ever balled with.

"Who taught you to do men like that?" he smiled.

"My husband," she lied quickly. For she knew that if he knew that she was having sex with her own son, he would think very little of her indeed.

"Well isn't that cozy," he said, "you are just what every man wants. A whore in the bedroom, and a cook in the kitchen. Plus you dress nice. But I must admit, you drink a little too much."

"Well nobody is perfect," she laughed, "not even me. But I guess I did turn you on all right didn't I?"

"I guess you did baby," he said. She loved the way he twisted the compliment around so :t applied to her.

"You know baby," he said, "I'll get you something to drink. Maybe you would like something to eat? After all of that action, I think we need something or a good drink."

Naked, the two of them walked into the kitchen. He pulled out a couple of steaks and smiled at her.

"Now let's see what you can do with these?" he grinned.

"I can cook them of course," she told him.

It didn't take her long now to get to work-She got the frying pan and decided that she could do that. However, he told her, "I like my steaks broiled. Will you do that?"

It didn't take her long to get the broiler going. Using some tin foil she laid the steaks on it. A few moments later they were sizzling.

"How about some champagne?" he said, "that would be good, steaks and champagne and a little salad."

He brought out some lettuce, a tomato and some green pepper. Soon she had whipped up a nice salad. He brought out a couple of salad dressings, and then poured the chilled champagne. The steaks were ready and she served them.

"Ummmm doesn't that smell good ? " he said.

They enjoyed this meal and she loved the champagne. It made it seem like a real celebration.

"Oh you're a good cook," he said, "you can do everything. You can blow me, you can cook for me, and you can drink with me. You know if you're considering a divorce you ought to put me on the waiting list."

"Oh what a nice idea," she smiled, "I will put you down. But I do have a person ahead of you."

She was thinking of her own son Jimmy. "Of all things," Gabriel asked her, "who is it."

"Oh you would never believe me if I told you."

"Is it someone real famous?" he grinned.

"No not famous," she said, "just someone who is very close to me and has been for a long, long time."

"I'll bet it's your childhood sweetheart," he said, "is that it?"

"No it's not my childhood sweetheart," she laughed nervously.

She didn't like him prying. It got to her that he was asking so many questions.

"Now why don't you tell me?" he insisted.

"Because," she told him frankly, "it's none of your business. I haven't asked you a thing about yourself have I?"

"No," he said, "come to think of it you haven't."

"And I don't intend to," she said, "can't we be like those ships that pass in the night?"

"What a dramatic way to put it," he said, "just like a romantic woman. But so completely unrealistic."

"Well," she admitted, "I guess I'm not the greatest realist in the world. I always look at things through my dreams. I have to live in my dreams a little bit."

"Well we all do now and then," he agreed.

He knew that from the way that she was speaking, she was thinking about her other love. This bothered him to no end.

"I wish you would tell me who it is," he said, his curiosity aroused.

"No," she said, "I won't. Do you have any cigarettes? I sure could use a smoke."

"Grass or regular?"

"Oh do you smoke grass?" she asked curiously.

"Well sure, doesn't everybody?"

"Well not quite everybody yet," she said, "there are a few of us around who recognize the danger."

"Is that right," he laughed, "you know you make me laugh."

"Well I'm glad I'm good for something anyway," she said, "but that isn't giving me a cigarette is it?"

"Okay," he said, "I'll get you some cigarettes. And then I hope you're satisfied."

"Don't be abrupt with me," she said, "that's one reason I'm leaving my husband. I don't care to go from the frying pan into the fire. If you know what I mean."

Gabriel smiled as he went to get the cigarettes. He came back and handed her a couple. One was grass, the other was filter tipped.

"Thank you, but no," she said as she took the regular cigarette and began smoking.

"You know I like to see your lips on that cigarette," he smiled, "it's real sexy. I can almost see it wrapped around my pecker."

"Well that's nice I provide you with a sexual excitement while I smoke," she said, "imagine if I was a whore and was smoking. While we were talking price, you could get your kicks."

"Well put baby," he told her.

"I'll bet you never could guess what my hang up is," he grinned, "it's real weirdo.'

"Aren't they all?" she asked him.

"Well maybe," he smiled, "I guess they are all a little far out."

"Go ahead and tell me," she said, "I won't rest till I know now that you've got my curiosity up."

"Well I'm a voyeur."

"A voyeur?" she said, "what in hell is that?"

"A voyeur sweetheart," he explained, "is a man who gets a charge out of watching others have sex."

"Well that's second handed sex if you ask me," she told him frankly.

"Oh no it isn't," he said, "it's a wild way to make it. You'd better believe it baby."

The more he talked about it. the more curious she became.

"Well exactly how do you get these satisfactions?"

"It isn't easy," he said, "sometimes I find a guy who-likes to ball another dame while I watch. And other times, I have it fixed so that I share another woman. And when the other guy is making it I get my charge."

"It sounds a little perverted to me," she objected, "I really don't think I would care for that type of sex at all."

"I guess it is a little warped, he admitted.

"More than a little," she said, "it's funny how you men always like to down play your deviations. It's frightfully sick. And I wouldn't have any part of it."

"Oh baby," he said, "do you think that everything relates to you?"

"Well I'm not taking any chances," she said, "why should I?"

The more they talked together the more he realized that she was a real foxy chick. And the more excited and stimulated he became about having more to do with her.

"What would you like to do next?" she smiled.

"What do you think?"

"I'm afraid to think about it," she replied.

"Well baby," he said, "don't be too afraid. Because I don't believe in hurting dames. I'm not that type of man."

"I know what the name for that is."

"Name for what?"