Chapter 5
"Take it-easy!" Karen muttered in an undertone as Dave removed his hands from her waist and slowly moved his prick back and forth in her clinging sheath, but then her voice changed. "Say, it really doesn't hurt all that much, does it?" she exclaimed wonderingly.
"And you've been fighting it since you were in diapers," Elaine jeered. "What have we been telling you all this time?"
"But I had a girl friend who said it almost killed her the first time!" Karen declared. "She said-" Another new note came into Karen's voice. "-she couldn't walk-for two days. Elaine! It feels just like when-you suck it-down there! It-ohhhh!-feels like-ooooh!-I'm coming!"
Elaine's excited giggled mingled with the sudden flurried movements of Karen's slim middle as her sexual arousal churned her stomach muscles and wrenched her thighs. Her vaginal walls grabbed at the potent intruder and inundated it with love juice as Karen's hips squirmed and wriggled. "I think she gets the picture now," Nancy observed.
It was the moment for which Dave had been waiting. He withdrew completely from the blonde girl's pussy, now well-lubricated, and moved Karen bodily into the center of the bed. The head of his thick boarding pike was streaked with crimson and there were small driblets on Karen's inner thighs, but Dave kept close to her so she couldn't see her own blood on his lance. He was afraid she would become upset again.
Instead, he placed her firmly on her back and elevated her legs while spreading them as he prepared to enter her again in the conventional missionary position. He worked his lengthy ramrod in cautiously while Karen held her breath, momentarily fearful of new terrors, but the newly greased pole slid along the oily channel with a minimum of resistance. Karen grunted inelegantly when Dave fetched up pubic hair to pubic hair with his bushy swatch tickling her nearly bare-faced sex-flesh.
"Hold-on-now!" Dave rasped, getting down to work. He fondled the blonde's tip-tilted bare bubbies for an instant before pillowing his head between her shoulder and neck and bending his back to the plow. Timidly Karen placed her hands on his shoulders in emulation of what she had seen Nancy and Elaine do when they were in her position.
Dave's thick gristle pistoned in and out of Karen's dainty-looking cunt while an occasional twinge of pain shivered through the blonde girl's athletic-looking body, but as Dave really settled in to solid fucking of the newly broken-in Karen, her mounting excitement submerged her slightly painful reaction to the big prick boring her cloister. Her marble-white legs climbed Dave's back and twined tightly at the ankles while her untrained backside attempted experimental upward movements to greet the ravaging blunt instrument sweetly stroking her interior.
"How's it-goin' now, puss?" Dave panted. He was already lightly bedewed with perspiration from the exertion of his efforts.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Karen murmured in speechless increasing bliss. "Mmmmmm! Ooooh! It's-delicious!"
Dave slammed his pelvis into Karen's mound with increasing fury, grinding his hips, stroking her again and again as he drove her closer to the ecstasy of supreme pleasure. Karen felt as though a jackhammer had been turned loose in her quivering flesh as wave after wave of sensation flooded through her.
"Ohhhh, Christ!" she gasped as her legs twitched wildly and spread themselves upon each of Dave's withdrawals to the very tip of his rigid cock, only to have her legs jerk inward again upon each immersing downstroke as she enfolded her ravisher. Every tingling nerve in her body seemed centered in her lower belly.
Dave drove himself deeper, and harder, and the pulsating time-bomb exploded deep within Karen's cunt, surprising her with its suddenness as her whole body heaved upward. "Aieeeeeeeee!" she shrieked. "Aieeeeeeee! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" She came again and again in a multiple orgasm that almost frightened her by its intensity.
Then Dave shouted hoarsely, thundering in her ear, while with savage jerks he filled her with his boiling sperm. His hips continued to flutter as his penis expelled the last of his passion into Karen's belly-cavern. Karen felt uniquely content with Dave's almost crushing weight atop her and his deflating cock still sheltered within the walls of her throbbing vagina.
He rolled to one side, stifling a groan. In all his young life he had never felt so drained. The thought crossed his mind fleetingly that these three women would wear him to a frazzle. Ahhhhhh, but it's sweet, he rationalized. For as long as I last.
Karen was sitting up in bed, staring with curiosity but no concern at her blood-spotted thighs. She fingered herself cautiously between her legs and beamed when she experienced nothing more than a slight tenderness. "Say, Dave," she demanded eagerly, "when are you going to do it to me like you did it to Nancy?"
"How do you like that for a conversion?" Elaine remarked. "Scared to death beforehand, and now she can't get enough of it. I'm telling you the female is a wondrous thing."
With the cessation of activity on the bed, Nancy's passions had cooled. Her own nudity, Karen's sprawled nakedness, and Elaine's complacently greasy-lipped appearance-the enormity of it all rushed in suddenly upon Nancy's consciousness.
How had they reached this state of abandon? Her blood relationship to Dave made her own participation far worse, of course, but they were all acting like animals.
"I've got to dress," she said abruptly, and went through the bathroom to the other bedroom. Karen scrambled to her knees before bending down to shyly kiss the tip of Dave's bare shoulder. Then the blonde girl slid from the bed and reached for her underwear, which she carried into the bathroom with her.
Elaine was left alone with Dave. She sat down on the bed and stroked his perspiration-slick body. "I suppose you've had enough sex now to last you for the next two hundred years?" she asked Dave, whose breathing was just settling from heavy to regular.
"For the next twenty minutes, anyway," he said with bravado.
"I'll hold you to that," Elaine smiled. "Remember, I didn't get any today."
"Baby, you'll have to tow the train," he said feelingly. "The boiler's busted on this forty-rodder."
"Temporarily," Elaine said softly. "Temporarily."
It took them half an hour to get sorted out, showered, dressed, and into the motel restaurant for dinner. Dave had two Scotch and sodas before dinner and a brandy afterward. He still felt a half-dreamy lassitude that enervated his system. The last few days had really been a bit much.
"Dave, I want to talk to you about your friend, Harry Scott," Nancy said before they left the dining room.
"What about him?" Dave asked lazily.
"This-this arrangement," Nancy frowned at the sound of the phrase, "to use his house, I mean-what will he expect in return?"
"In the way of sexual favors, you mean?" Dave asked with heavy irony. "Just wait'll you see this cat. You girls'll have calluses on your shoulder-blades from hitting the deck in front of him, hopin' he'll take you on."
"That's exactly what we don't want!" Nancy said heatedly. "I think this trip had gotten entirely out of hand!"
"Don't be such a killjoy, Nancy," Elaine responded immediately. "I'm enjoying it, and so are you, too."
"But it's not right!" There was a note of despair in the dark-haired girl's declaration. "We're all-we're all carried away right now, but we have to go back to teaching school and-and leading normal lives."
"How normal was your life when I had my tongue around your clit?" Karen demanded with unexpected vigor. "You can do what you like, but I'm looking forward to expanding my horizons." The blonde girl nodded her head several times in defiant self-satisfaction.
"What a metamorphosis!" Elaine marveled. She lowered her voice. "Doesn't your pussy hurt at all?"
"No worse than the time I got hit between the legs with a field hockey stick," Karen answered.
Nancy firmed her lips but made no further comment. She led the way from the restaurant. Dave stayed behind and lingered over another brandy. Elaine followed Nancy into the bedroom she shared with her nephew. "Since you decided the action is kaput, Nancy," Elaine said, "you won't mind sleeping in the other bedroom tonight with Karen. I'll take over here."
Nancy glared, started to reply hotly, then restrained herself. She picked up her nightgown and toothbrush and stalked stiffly through the bathroom. Elaine shrugged and began to prepare for bed.
Dave returned to the motel room to find Elaine already in bed. He raised an eyebrow at the sight of her red-gold hair spread over the pillow nearest the door. "Lineup change?" he asked. He sat down on the other bed and began to remove his shoes.
"I told you that you neglected me today," Elaine pouted.
"And am a good bet to do so tonight," Dave declared. "The wagon tongue is broke, podnuh."
"Not really," Elaine insisted. "I'll show you. Just get into bed and let mama handle things." She sat up in bed, revealing that she hadn't a stitch on. Dave's eyes admired the dazzlingly white silkiness of the plumply curvaceous body, but even the revealed attractions did nothing for his penis crumpled limply along his thigh.
He finished undressing, stripped the other bed, and stretched out languidly on his back. He hadn't felt tired many times in his life, but tonight he felt tired. How many times had he fucked these women in the past three days? He had never thought he'd see the day when a woman of Elaine's nude, obvious attractions could stand beside his bed with no response from him.
"Don't worry about a thing," Elaine said soothingly, sitting down beside Dave. "Just relax. I'm going to suck your cock."
The prospect of the soft, warm mouth taking his penis and lavishing wet caresses upon it stirred Dave slightly, but only slightly. He raised himself on his elbows to watch curiously as Elaine crouched down beside him and lowered her head in the direction of his groin. Her wide-parted sleek haunches showed a glimpse of her sex-furrow nestled deeply in its furry nest, a darker red than Karen's.
Elaine raised her head and smiled impishly at Dave's intent regard of her actions. She half-turned to run her tongue lightly over one of his nipples which stiffened at the provocation, then ran her mouth down over his belly, nose and tongue both probing his flesh. Elaine darted her tongue three times into Dave's navel, then dropped her head purposefully upon his groin again.
She took a mouthful of loose skin near the base of his shaft and nipped it gently, worrying it with her teeth. Sparks of pain shot through Dave to be replaced almost at once with a slow-burning fuse. Elaine loosened her grip slowly, her teeth parting to make way for her tongue, which flirted lightly with the whole area. Dave's prick started to lengthen.
Elaine lowered her head still more until her chin was grazing the shaft of Dave's expanding cock. She ran her mouth to the thick base and spread his pubic hair with her nose. She turned her head sideways and pressed her lips to the aroused prick, kissing it at the base, lipping and sucking at the blood-filled veins that had suddenly become emergent.
Dave could see only the sweeping fan of her red hair which blocked everything else below from view, but it was only his vision that was blocked. All other senses were on the quivive. Elaine's tongue snaked out from between her teeth and probed at his hardening flesh, testing its consistency. Supporting herself on her hands, she raised her head slightly and began licking the shaft up and down with even, flowing movements like a cat nibbling on catnip.
She shifted her weight to one hand and with the freed hand cuddled his hairy balls, cradling them gently. Her flicking tongue roved upward to reach the overhanging edge of the smooth rubbery head, and with several quick strokes she licked her way around the increasingly rigid pole until she reached the "V" on the underside. The tip of her tongue found the fine line from the "V" to the small slit on the tip of the plum-colored head and teased it unmercifully.
With her tongue still flirting with the head of his prick, Elaine lowered her head once more, a fraction of an inch at a time, opening her mouth wider until she was enfolding the entire cock-head within her moist mouth. Dave's knees tensed and his toes curled. He had never been with a woman whose tongue was such a fiery, darting instrument of pleasure.
Elaine began working her head up and down, up and down, sucking harder with each movement. Dave collapsed on his back and stared up at the ceiling. A slow-gathering balloon of pressure was building in his balls. His prick was a rigid pole of turgid flesh. The hard-sucking mouth and twirling tongue were driving him out of his mind.
Elaine let go' all holds suddenly to glance upward at Dave's flushed face. "Hey, none of that!" she remonstrated with him. "I'm saving you for the prom, remember?"
He reached for her mutely, intending to turn her onto her back, but her hands stayed his as she licked her lips, savoring his salty-sweet taste.
"I said I'd do it, didn't I?" she protested. She raised herself to straddle his middle, facing him. Dave's whole body jerked as he experienced the jolting shock of her pliant, widespread buttocks brushing his rigid, blood-filled cock. Elaine moved her stomach back and forth slowly until the throbbing head of Dave's big prick was nestled between the jutting roundness of her soft hind cheeks.
Their bodies quivered simultaneously as they both felt the first electrifying, tantalizing sensation of her thickly matted bronze pubic hair brushing teasingly against his rigidity. Elaine moved her hips slightly, undulating them in tight circles. Dave felt the hot wetness of her bedewed cunt sliding moistly across his straining hard shaft. His hands clenched tightly. "Sit down on it, goddam you!" Dave rasped huskily.
With no further delay, Elaine lowered herself upon him. Dave could feel the muscles in her thighs trembling as the enveloping wetness of the soft velvet lips of her widespread hot cunt seemed to swallow the coronal ring of his pulsating cock like a turned-on vacuum. Elaine's gasping breath as she felt the meaty prick inside her merged with Dave's deeply satisfied sigh. With a moan Elaine dropped herself completely upon Dave, the wet walls of her clutching pussy enveloping his prong like a greased rubber glove.
She leaned toward him and placed a hand on the bed on either side of him, then began to raise and lower her hips on his shaft. Up and down she glided, reveling in the feel of the hard flesh crowded into her gaping slit. Faster and faster she plunged, her breath beginning to thicken from the violence of her effort.
The slight sucking motion afforded by Elaine's tight-clasping cunt titillated Dave almost unbearably, while his hairy thighs against which her downy, outspread bare hind cheeks rubbed at the bottom of each downstroke tickle-stimulated her to a breathless state. Her melon-sized breasts with their cherry-red nipples swung freely above his face, and he raised his head to nuzzle them.
"Sonofabitch!" Dave muttered as springtide welled up in his balls. "Here I-go again!" He shoved upward mightily as his orgasmic spasm started, spearing Elaine to her very core.
"Wait! Wait!" she panted. "Don't-leave me!"
But Dave was beyond waiting for anything in this world. Elaine squeezed her thighs together as she felt his jetting spurts inundating her molten jewel box. A long, slow trembling seized her lower body, and her head arched backward as powerful natural forces wrenched her soft flesh. "Ahhhhhhh!" she bayed at the ceiling. "Ahhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh! God, what a-oooh!-feeling! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm-bursting! I'm-ooooh!-commmmmming!"
Her vaginal walls sprayed the dwindling intruder still within her quaking flesh, and her stomach muscles fluttered obscenely as she impaled herself till the last possible second on the gristly sword in her cunt. Her knees went slack then, and she sank limply upon Dave, her large breasts smothered against his hard chest. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she murmured in a long sigh. "I was afraid-I wasn't going to make it."
Dave reached around with his long arms and cupped the now quiescent plump naked nether rotundities, sleek from a thick film of sweat. He palpated the wide-spanned globes of the redhead's bare behind, palming and fingering them. Elaine's deep breathing as she rested on Dave's chest changed in quality as he moved her higher on his body, dislodging his shriveled pikestaff. His hands returned to her luxuriantly pliable amplitudes, spreading them and inserting a finger which traced her deep crevice. The finger lingered at her asshole, probed lightly, then bored steadily until first-joint penetration was achieved.
Elaine raised her head. "Wrong hole," she said softly.
"One of these days I'll show you it isn't," Dave said, but there was no force in his voice. Quite literally, he felt drained.
Elaine raised herself, breaking away from the finger-joint moving inside her rectal chasm. "Wasn't that a good one?" she asked, sliding off Dave and getting to her feet beside the bed.
"You're a good fuck, Elaine," he agreed, rolling onto his side. "Put out that damn light, will you?"
He was asleep before the redhead returned from the bathroom and climbed into the other bed.
It was during the comparatively short ride to New Orleans after another late start that Nancy made up her mind. Riding in the back seat, and brooding over the incredible series of incidents that had taken place since they'd left Phoenix on their unexpected vacation, she decided that things had gone far enough. Too far, as a matter-of-fact.
She shared the instinctive aversion of her sex to letting another female know her indulgence of the male sex-drive. Elaine and Karen were her friends, but she felt uneasy at the extent to which she had let down her hair with them. Of course she had seen them in like activity, but because of the blood relationship between herself and Dave her own involvement was much greater.
Well, it was going to end, she vowed. Had already ended, in fact. From now on, despite any importunities on the part of her oversexed nephew, the answer was definitely no. Elaine and Karen could do what they liked, but their behavior would have no influence upon Nancy.
Riding in the front seat with Dave again, Karen was doing her own share of thinking. Had she really lost years of the pleasure Dave had given her last night because of her childish fear of penis-penetration? What a stupid idiot she'd been! It had hurt a little the first time, surely, but nothing like what she had always been so panicky about. Thinking of the big white prick tucked so snugly into her pussy-hole, she felt herself getting warm. Karen vowed that she was going to have some more of that at the first opportunity.
In the back seat with Nancy, Elaine rode along in a semi-trance induced by sexual languor. She couldn't remember when she felt so good. Not since she had split up with her no-good husband, certainly. Say what you would, there was a lot to be said for keeping a prick available around the house so a girl could work off her frustrations. She couldn't marry Dave, of course; the difference in their ages would raise too many eyebrows in her social circle. She wasn't about to have herself pointed out as sex-crazed, but when they returned home she definitely intended to work out something so that Dave could be around on a semi-regular basis. On that point she had made up her mind.
Dave drove directly to the address in New Orleans furnished him by his friend, Harry Scott. It turned out to be a tiny house on a side street, framed in front by wisteria trees and a hedge of bougainvillea. Dave fished the house key from the mailbox as per Harry's instructions, and they went inside. Nancy was relieved to see that everything was clean. The bedrooms were small, but adequate. The one bathroom would create a traffic jam, but the lodging fees they were saving would more than compensate for that.
Dave found a note propped up on a table in the alcove near the kitchenette which served as a dining room. "Rehearsing a singer at the club," it said. "Make yourselves at home, or come on down and have one on the house. Harry."
Elaine studied the stylistic, firmly slanted handwriting and wondered what Harry Scott was like. The bits and pieces of biographical information obtained from Dave had added up to an unfocused picture of a man older than Dave, a drifter with an inquiring mind, and a top hand with the ladies. That probably indicated a superego amounting to arrogance, Elaine decided.
"Whaddya say?" Dave inquired of the girls. "Want to take a run down to the club an' meet Harry?"
Elaine and Karen decided in favor, Nancy against. "I'll unpack and relax for a bit," Dave's young aunt announced. "The rest of you go ahead." This would be a good opportunity to widen the gap between herself and her heretofore excessive indulgence of Dave, Nancy thought.
Dave, Karen, and Elaine returned to the car. Dave drove slowly through the French Quarter to let the girls see the sights. "You really got to see it at night to appreciate it," he assured them, circling Jackson Square with its artists standing on the sidewalk displaying dozens of paintings leaning against the park's iron grillwork.
Dave turned the Toronado into the Silver Spur's parking lot, deserted at that hour of the day except for a racy-looking MG. The front door was locked, but Dave found a side door open. The girls followed him inside as he led the way into a low-ceilinged long room redolent of stale cigarette and cigar smoke.
Elaine never forgot her first glimpse of the man seated on the piano bench talking to a girl bending down peering at a sheet of music in his hand. Dark, wavy hair; handsome features almost pretty-boyish in their perfection; glistening white teeth; a ready smile that automatically stirred a female pulse. The man rose to his feet as Dave crossed the dance floor. "Dave!" the man exclaimed with obvious pleasure. "It's damn good to see you again, you ol' asshole-raper!"
The girl singer blinked at the unconventional greeting. "You're lookin' good, too, Harry," Dave said jauntily as they shook hands. "How many wives are you supportin' now?"
Harry Scott smiled, a smile of such toothsome male beauty that Elaine felt her knees trembling. This male was really something else! Harry eyed the girls appreciatively. "And these are your friends?" he said easily. "Welcome, welcome.
"Karen an' Elaine," Dave said, pointing out each in turn. "Nancy's restin' up at the house."
"Your taste is impeccable, Dave," Harry said with an inscrutable dark-eyed glance at both girls that cause Karen's breath to catch slightly. She had never met such a handsome man. "Why don't you do the honors behind the bar while I finish up here? I won't be long."
Elaine and Karen seated themselves at a table near the piano while Dave went behind the bar. The clink of bottles and the musical clatter of ice in glasses announced his occupation while Harry Scott returned his attention to the girl standing beside the piano. She was plainly anxious to please him. She stood almost on tiptoe as she bent forward again to follow his finger tracing a passage on the sheet music as Harry deftly fingered several bars on the piano. The girl's dress was low-cut.
"She's going to have one of her tits right out on the music, if she bends over another three inches," Elaine said from the corner of her mouth to Karen. "Evidently it's not her voice she's depending upon to make an impression."
"Her tits aren't nearly as nice as yours," Karen whispered back. "And I'm getting a good look."
Dave arrived at their table with a trayful of drinks: a Black Bull for Elaine, a Bloody Mary for Karen, a gin-and-lemon for Harry, and a bourbon-and-water for himself. "Drink up," he urged them. "Harry's a good host."
They sipped while they watched Harry Scott run through once more the passage that had been giving difficulty. "You can run along now, Gracie," he smiled then. "Some time tomorrow."
"Am I going to get the spot next week?" the girl asked eagerly. "I've already bought a new gown."
Harry remained smiling, but the corners of his mobile mouth drew down, and Elaine, watching, sensed a latent cruelty. "I'll let you know when you're ready for the spot," Harry said, and made a brushing movement of his palms. "Scoot."
The girl left, plainly disappointed, biting her lip to restrain tears. Harry rose from the piano bench and joined the group at the table. "No talent jailbait with permanent availability," he dismissed the incident casually. He turned the full candlepower of his smile upon Elaine as he picked up his drink. "Dave's taste has improved marvelously since we were in the Marines together. In those days he used to favor the Cherokee squaws in the Carolina canebrakes."
"Those squaws got their points," Dave said seriously.
"Did you know you're sitting with royalty?" Harry asked the girls, indicating Dave with a nod of his head. "This man is a living legend in the Marines from whom he was separated abruptly due to the activity involved in creating the legend."
"Cut it out, Harry," Dave protested. "Dave is a legend?" Elaine said incredulously. "Correct. Because of a fight."
"Oh, a fight," Elaine said. "I mean, men fight all the time, don't they?"
"Not like this fight," Harry Scoot said. Once again the corners of his mouth had taken that downward slant. "Dave took on the nastiest, most brutal, toughest drill instructor on the island. Parris Island." He hitched his chair companion-ably closer to the table near Elaine. "I don't know how many street fights you've seen, but they're usually five-or-six-punch affairs, rarely lasting more than a couple of minutes. Dave and this d.i. fought for eighty-five minutes."
"The shitheel bugged me," Dave said uncomfortably.
"What made it remarkable was that they almost killed each other with their fists in the first ten minutes. After that it was a matter of endurance. Sometimes for two or three minutes both were on the ground, trying to get up. Finally Dave made it up one time the d.i. didn't. They took the d.i. to the base hospital and-" Harry dropped a hand casually on Elaine's thigh as though to emphasize his point. "-Dave drank half a case of beer at the enlisted men's mess that night."
Elaine smoothly removed her thigh from Harry's hand, although her flesh tingled at his touch. "I had no idea we were traveling in such elite company," she said, taking a new look at Dave's craggy features. She was impressed despite her raillery.
"You girls certainly brighten up the scene," Harry was saying.
Elaine smiled at the flattery. "The best-looking one of us is still at your house," she said. "Dave's aunt."
Harry quirked an eyebrow. "Aunt? At the Mardi
Gras?"
"Young aunt," Karen said.
"Oh." Harry looked at Dave but didn't pursue it. Dave was staring down into the depths of his glass. "Listen," Harry continued, "It's too late for you girls to go shopping on Canal Street today. Why don't I take a couple of jugs here and we'll all go back to the house and get comfortable? I don't have to turn into a wage slave here until nine tonight."
"Sounds like a winner to me," Dave agreed after Karen and Elaine in turn had nodded. "But let's have one for the road here before we leave. I'll make the drinks."
He rose to his feet, picked up the tray, and went back behind the bar. "What do you girls like to do?" Harry inquired conversationally. "Dance? Drink? Turn on? Or just plain swing?" He smiled his dazzling smile, and Elaine felt the same little quiver in her stomach that she had when she first saw him.
"We're schoolteachers, so we don't turn on," Elaine replied. "If you mean pills or marijuana. On everything else I guess we qualify."
"Up to a point," Karen said cautiously.
Harry's smile widened. "You don't look old enough to swing, my dear," he said, and the blonde girl colored.
Dave returned with the tray of new drinks. Elaine sipped at hers cautiously; the first one had tasted strong to her, but this one seemed to be all right. Before she reached the bottom of her second glass, though, she knew Dave had poured liberally and probably with malice aforethought. like Nancy and her buzzing ears, Elaine had her own private weathervane as to liquor intake. When she had too much too fast, her lips became numb.
They were rapidly numbing now, but Elaine told herself it didn't make any difference. They were on vacation, they were in New Orleans at Mardi Gras time, and if they couldn't have a good time now, when could they?
Harry Scott set down his empty glass with a thump. "Let's get on out to my little bougainvillea hideaway," he proposed.
As they left the Silver Spur, Elaine was amused to see that Karen was putting her feet down carefully, a plain indication that it hadn't been only Elaine's drink that Dave had overloaded.