Chapter 7
Nancy stared in rabbit-hypnotized fascination as Dave's power-prong moved faster and faster in and out of Elaine's poop deck. The redhead's long-drawn inhalations and exhalations were unaccompanied by any further outcries, mute testimony to her rectum's adaptability to its outsized visitor. Elaine's hands no longer clutched at the bed covers but rested limply on them, palms down.
The puckered flesh of Elaine's asshole was pushed in and pulled out by Dave's cock. A look of strain on his face made Nancy realize he was close to orgasm. The continual pressure along the entire length of his penis was driving him wild. Savagely he plunged into the warm-clasping depths, relishing Elaine's capitulation to the reaming of her rectum.
Elaine raised her head from the bed as her thighs began quivering. "Dave?" she said with her voice rising on a questioning note. "I'm-there's a-funny feeling-I couldn't-possibly come-like this, could I?"
Dave remained silent. He seized Elaine's hips to hold her big bottom more firmly in place as he bored her shit-chute. The tip of his prick tingled with the pointed message sent along the shaft by the slow rolling boil accumulating in his balls. "Dave!" Elaine said again, all questioning gone. "You-you're-ohhhh! It's-ohhhh!-Dave!"
A sound behind her caused Nancy to whirl about. Harry Scott, naked, stood in the doorway watching her sardonically. Behind him was the nude Karen, still bleary-eyed, but with a self-satisfied smirk on her face and a red blotch on her belly. Nancy turned as scarlet as a schoolgirl caught watching through a knothole a group of boys urinating. She bolted from the bedroom with the mingled sounds of Elaine's bleated, echoing little cries of passion mingled with Dave's harsher grunted expletives, signaling their mutual orgasm.
In the other bedroom, Nancy stood in the middle of the floor and burst out crying.
She certainly didn't want to be dealt with by Dave and Harry in the double-manner she had just witnessed.
So then why did she have this terribly nervous, tensely frustrated, gnawing feeling?
Dave woke in the morning with the sun in his eyes. He shifted position in the bed and discovered Harry sitting upon it. "Where's everyone?" he yawned.
"Gone shopping," Harry answered. He regarded Dave with a speculative gaze. "That's quite a troupe of acrobats you brought along with you, friend. I'm obliged."
"Did'ja get it into Nan yet?" Dave asked.
"Not yet," Harry smiled. "But with the snow melted can the spring be far behind? I have a feeling I'll be thanking you again." He paused as though savoring his thought-processes. "On another subject, Dave," he resumed with an attempted lightness of tone that didn't quite come off, "do you happen to be holding any bread? I'm a little in hock at the club, and there's a bookmaker or two looking for me."
"Haven't changed a bit, hmm?" Dave commented. "I'm not holdin' enough to rupture a flea, but I can probably borrow a few from Nan for you."
"I don't think I'm talking about the kind of money she'd be-likely to let you have," Henry answered. There was a peculiarly still, strained expression upon his handsome face. "Now, money can't really be a problem for you with the kind of honey you've got in tow' to dangle in front of the bees."
"You mean peddle 'em?" Dave shook his dark head. "Naah. They're amateurs."
"Every broad was an amateur once," Harry said. "Then they peddle it in marriage or they peddle it, period."
"Forget it," Dave said shortly. "I said they're amateurs."
"Sure," Harry said easily. "What's on your docket for today?"
"I thought I'd take the boat ride around the harbor an' up the river," Dave mumbled through another yawn. "I missed doin' that the only other time I was here."
"It's a nice trip," Harry agreed. "But you'd better get moving. The morning boat leaves at 10:00 A.M."
"Okay," Dave said, and threw back the covers.
When he heard Dave in the shower, Harry walked into the living room and picked up the telephone.
Nancy emerged from a cab in front of Harry Scott's house shortly after noon. She had left Karen and Elaine still browsing in the specialty shops. Initially there had been a strained atmosphere among the three of them, but it had gradually worn off. Karen had made one jesting remark about Dave's cavalier use of Elaine's asshole. Elaine had made no reply, and that had been the end of it. Karen had been bubblingly vivacious, a spirit released.
Nancy entered the house and put her packages down on the hall table. She entered the living room and stopped short at the sight of Harry Scott seated in an armchair. Instinctively she knew this was no casual confrontation, and one hand crept protectively to her throat.
Harry stood up at once and moved toward her. He was giving her no time to think or react. "Hi," he greeted her. "Have a busy morning?" While saying the innocuous words, he slipped an arm around Nancy's shrinking waist and lowered his face to hers. She tried to avoid the moist-lipped kiss that followed, but his mouth pursued hers unerringly.
The hand at the end of the arm around her waist dropped down and squeezed a fleshy buttock. The other hand rose and fondled, dandled, and cosseted a brassiered breast while the prolonged kiss continued. Nancy's breathing was labored and her knees were shaking. Whichever way she turned, Harry's hands groped and fumbled at previously untouched intimate flesh. "Please!" Nancy begged, when she finally freed her mouth. She slapped at the amorous hands slipping under her clothing. "Please!"
Suffused blood darkened Harry's face. "Think you're too good for me?" he demanded angrily. "Well, I'll just show you different!" He clawed at the skirt of Nancy's dress until he had it up around her waist. Her slip followed, and Harry's hands roamed freely over her bare thighs and p a n t i e d behind. "How d'you like that, Miss Priss?"
His hands left her lower body and fastened on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees in front of him. Grinning devilishly, he unzipped himself and presented a lazy erection to Nancy's shrinking face. "Swallow it!" Harry demanded. "Swallow the sword!" When Nancy sought to avert her face, Harry seized her by the ears and twisted cruelly. "I said swallow it, Miss Modesty!" he sneered.
The pain in her ears was excruciating, and Nancy leaned forward and took the long white rod gingerly in her mouth. Harry used his ear-leverage to jerk her to himself more closely, and Nancy almost strangled as the prick was forced against the back of her throat. She gargled and coughed while trying to adjust her mouth to the burgeoning intractability it contained.
"Suck it!" Harry snarled, emphasizing the command with added jerks upon Nancy's earlobes. The agony was so great Nancy thought she would faint. She was breathing through her nose in snorting gulps while she attempted to curl her tongue around the inflexible rod of flesh inside her mouth.
Her desperate attempts to use both tongue and mouth to appease her tormentor resulted in a slackening of the acutely painful twisting pressure on her ears, but no relief at all in the prick-crowded environs of her mouth. She licked and sucked and swallowed noisily, fearful of a renewed torturing of her smarting ears. "All right," Harry said almost reluctantly, pulling his prick out of her mouth. Any more stimulation would have him coming in her mouth, and he didn't want that right now. "Get your ass out of your pants, Miss Lilywhite. Move!"
Nancy rose shakily to her feet. Her chest hurt from her previous strained efforts to breathe. Her jaw ached, and her ears ached, and her eyes were full of tears. Harry seized her arm and spun her halfway across his upraising thigh after planting his foot on a hassock. "When I say 'Move!' I mean move!" he rasped. His upraised arm brought his palm down with an explosive-sounding crack upon Nancy's pantied rear plumped out over his thigh.
Fire shot through Nancy's bottom. "Owwww!" she whimpered. The remorseless palm descended again, the pistol-like loud smack blending with another sheet of flame spreading through her anguished seat. "Owwwww!" Nancy cried out, hopping ungracefully from one foot to the other.
Crack! "Ohhhhhhhh!" Crack! "Oooooooooooh!" Crack! "Owwwwwww!" Crack! "Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Harry let go of her arm as Nancy shrieked her discomposure after the sixth solid whack on her writhing buttocks. "Get those pants off!" he snapped, "And get your bare ass into the bedroom! Run!"
Feverishly, Nancy skimmed down her panties from her hot-glowing bottom and stepped out of them. With dress and slip still fucked up around her shoulders, she trotted into the bedroom, acutely conscious of Harry just a step behind her. As she turned to face him apprehensively, she caught a quick glimpse in the mirror of her soft-bottomed hind cheeks with a burgeoning crimson blotch spreading across them.
Harry stood in front of her, eyeing her arrogantly. Nancy's heart thudded monotonously. What did this cruel man have in store for her now? "Ask me to fuck you," he demanded loudly.
Her tongue circled her dry lips. She watched the hand that had just stung her tender seat so severely move upward in the direction of her face, but she couldn't bring herself to speak. The obscenely unlady-like request went totally against her sexual grain.
Harry slapped her heavily across the face, and she almost fell. Her cheek felt as if it was on fire.
"Say it!" he bellowed.
"P-please f-fuck me!" Nancy got out between choking sobs.
"Louder!"
"Please f-fuck m-me," she said it louder.
"Happy to oblige," he grinned at her lasciviously. He took her arm again and threw her at the bed. Nancy landed on her back and raised herself on her elbows, crying openly, as Harry eyed her thick-thatched fleece and full-lipped cunt while he stripped off his clothing. Her brassiered breasts showed under the edge of her upraised clothing, but he made no effort to remove it. He loomed over her and pushed her roughly onto her back. "Quit your bleating!" he ordered, and Nancy tried to stifle her sniffling sobs.
Harry widened her legs and moved in between them, his prick bobbing stiffly in front of him. He raised Nancy's thighs and poked at her lower-bellied serration with his rubbery prick-head. Nancy thought fleetingly that she had never been so humiliatingly used, with no thought of tenderness.
She felt the hard broadsword pierce her vaginal entrance, and she bit her lip as it forced its way inside her. Harry's cock had looked quite a bit different from Dave's, longer but more tapered, yet she had to admit there wasn't much difference in the feel of them when they were crammed inside her distended pussy. With no further words, Harry began to fuck in and out of her at a rapid pace.
She tried to ease a kink in her back from the uncomfortable position into which Harry had pushed her, then moved her bottom tentatively, afraid
Harry would wreak further physical vengeance upon her for inactivity. Harry's cock was thwacking into her cunt at a great rate, and quick-flowing internal juices had lubricated her passage somewhat.
Nancy wiggled her still-burning behind again as Harry's prick nosedived into her, and then a small bomb seemed to go off in her interior. All the smart in her nude backside seemed transferred suddenly inside her, where it gave off consuming heat. Her lips parted and her hips climbed, and her hands which had been resting limply at her sides came up and seized Harry's waist. "Ohh!" she breathed in a choked voice.
Harry grunted with satisfaction at the sound. "Gettin' to you, huh, you fuckin' cunt?" he jeered.
Nancy hardly heard him. Boiling lava was on the verge of erupting in her sex-channel. Her legs climbed still higher involuntarily, and she blew out her breath to clear her lungs to help with increased sensation. "Ohhhhh!" she said clearly as her grotto twitched and throbbed in hot flash-impulses that pierced her delightfully. "Ahhhh! I'm right-oooooh!-on the edge! I'm-ahhhhh!right on-aieeeee-the edge!" Nancy moaned brokenly.
Her heavy hind cheeks danced and jiggled as they swung clear of the bed between Harry's thunderous piercings of her valley. She felt lost to everything except the goatish, ruttish heat disquieting her loins. Her stomach muscles quivered and her lower belly fluttered and the soles of her feet tingled madly. "Ohhhh, fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!" she pleaded in shameless indelicacy, brazen to everything except the wantonly licentious fiery furnace in her depths. And then she boiled over.
Her hands left Harry's waist and drummed frantically on the bed. Far above his back her heels locked and her thighs tightened as she sought to extract every ounce of the delicious sensation flooding her. "Aieeeeeeee, I'm coming! My cunt's COMMMMMMMMING!" she s h r i e k e d, only dimly aware that Harry's cock was jerking off its load into her steaming interior. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she whimpered on an expiring note. Her previously compressed thighs slumped laxly on either side of Harry's body as he withdrew from her.
He favored her with a hard grin. "I knew you were a hot piece of goods in spite of your mealy-mouthed air," he announced. "A cunt like yours really knows what to do with a prick."
A feeling of overwhelming shame rushed in upon Nancy as she listened to the complacent statement. Shame because in a way, and despite her best efforts at preventing it, it was true. She was mortified that she could be so thoroughly aroused by a man she didn't like and who didn't even like her.
Harry took a final look at her semen-dampened fleece and red-rubbed pussy-lips and left the bedroom. Nancy tried to get herself back under control. It was dreadful that a male could strike sexual sparks from her like this-any male, that is-but she tried to console herself that it was woman's nature. Lust was never pretty, perhaps, but it was necessary. Despite her feeling of shame, Nancy's languidly easeful sense of gratification after her fucking told her it was necessary. She had learned a lesson. It was much better with a man she liked, but it was rarely bad.
She heard Karen's high-pitched voice and Elaine's lower contralto at the front door as they entered the house, and she scrambled from the bed in a vain effort to set herself to rights before she was discovered. Karen poked her head in the bedroom door while Nancy was still trying to pull her crushed dress and slip down over her convexly curved bare belly and wide-bottomed bare hind cheeks. "Well!! " Karen said with a superior smile, staring at Harry's leavings glistening on Nancy's bush. "Improving the shining hour?"
Nancy could make no answer. She hated being caught in flagrante delicto like this. What good was it to try to explain to the obviously unimpressed Karen that she'd been forced? What good especially since she knew in her heart that beyond a certain point double the force couldn't have made her stop wanting it? She stood with her rumpled clothing finally rough-smoothed down over her nudity and felt completely at a loss.
Harry moved in behind the superiorly smiling Karen and put his arm around her waist. He was still naked, and she turned, startled at the feel of the nude male body. She hadn't seen him when she came in because he'd been in the bathroom. "Hey, kid," Harry said, nuzzling Karen's ear with his lips, "how'd you like to have your ass punked?"
"Wh-what?" Karen stammered nervously. It was one thing to feel superior to a disheveled, semi-nude Nancy with the evidence still upon her sex-flesh of recent screwing, and quite another to find herself in the hands of the hard-eyed naked male who had done the screwing. Karen instinctively tried to back away, but Harry's arm pinioned her.
Elaine came into the bedroom, removing the jacket of her lightweight suit. She glanced at Nancy, and then away. There was no need of a verbal exchange. Secretly, Elaine felt rather pleased at Nancy's discomfiture. Ever since the others had been witness to Dave's reaming of her own asshole the previous day, she had been determined that she wouldn't be the only one singled out for such treatment. She still felt an occasional twinge in her rectum when she moved incautiously to remind herself that she wanted the others in no position to look down their noses because Elaine had been forced into an experience they hadn't.
"She'd love to have her ass punked, wouldn't you, Karen?" Elaine said casually. She sat down on the bed, still without looking at Nancy. "Have you seen her tight-looking little asshole, Harry? It doesn't look like you could get a needle inside it."
"You'd be surprised what you can get inside an asshole," Harry growled, but he looked interested. Originally he had spoken in jest to Karen, but as Elaine intended his imagination was now feeding on the thought. He slapped Karen familiarly on the rump. "Give us a look at it." I can always have one of them suck me up if I find I'm in the mood, he thought.
Karen hesitated, and that angered him. "Get your goddamn clothes off!" he roared at her. The blonde girl blinked uncertainly, worrying her lower lip with her clenched teeth, but she slowly began to divest herself of her outer things. Her mind still couldn't quite catch up with the sudden switch in the situation which had made her a potential victim.
In bra and panties, she looked at Harry fearfully. "Pants down!" he barked at her, and reluctantly she peeled them from her firmly jutting hips and down her long slender legs. "Bend over!" Harry snapped. He had to take a step toward her before she hurriedly complied. "Spread those cheeks!" Red-faced not only from her stooping posture, Karen hesitantly reached behind herself and with a hand on each cheek parted her soft globes.
"Not bad for a kindergartner," Harry said with heavy irony as the pale areola of Karen's shrinking anus and the bottom segment of her upside-down hairless pink slit came into view. He was surprised to find his penis rising steadily. He hadn't expected to be turned on readily by this slim-looking greyhound of a girl, since ordinarily he preferred women with meat on them. "Back up here an' let's see if it fits."
Karen turned her head to see what he proposed fitting, and her gray eyes widened at sight of his prick projecting from his belly with increasing authority. "Back up, I said!" Harry boomed at her.
Karen scuttled backward, still separating her buttocks with her hands. She flinched when she backed right into Harry's erection, which prodded her left globe and then slid over into her deep furrow. Nancy measured the sight of Harry's erection against the tiny asshole in front of it and winced mentally. How could Elaine have been so callous in her proposal, which Nancy had recognized at once as a deliberate attempt to re-arouse the partially defused Harry?
The handsome piano player grabbed Karen's hips and pulled her backwards onto his prong, which slipped down underneath and rubbed against her bare-faced twat. Goose bumps jumped up on her slender white arms. "Got to get some starting blocks," Harry decided, and picked Karen up by locking his hands underneath her slim nude stomach. "Bring a pillow into the kitchen," he flung over his shoulder, and carried the blonde girl out of the bedroom.
Elaine stared at Nancy defiantly for a moment before picking up a pillow from the bed. "If you think the use of my asshole is going to be the only subject of conversation when we get back to Phoenix, you have another think coming," she announced. She followed Harry and the protesting Karen into the kitchen. The blonde girl sounded as though she was on the verge of becoming hysterical.
Nancy hesitated a moment and then followed the others. She had to admit that she was too curious to remain away. The sight of Karen's crumpled, drawn-in boysenberry tucked deeply within the sheltering hind cheeks had roused her strangely.
When she reached the kitchen, Harry had already dragged the table into the center of the constricted space. Elaine placed the pillow with one edge overhanging the table, and Harry placed Karen on her stomach on the pillow. "No!" Karen cried out fearfully as Harry's rigidity again rammed into her soft behind, bouncing from her resilient hemispheres. "Don't! Don't let him do it to me! Don't let him!"
"Hold her down here," Harry said to Elaine. The redhead placed both hands in the small of Karen's bare back while Harry turned to a cupboard and opened it. He lifted down a bottle of cooking brandy, from which he took a long swallow, then titled the bottle up and took another.
He set the bottle down and opened the refrigerator, from which he took the butter-dish. He removed the cover and rubbed the fingers of his right hand repeatedly along the hard butter-stick until the warmth of his hand softened it and butter began to cling to his fingers. He returned to the table and took Elaine's place beside Karen, whose arms were sprawled across the table top, the left one pinioned effectively by the nearness of Harry's body. "Spread her cheeks again," Harry told Elaine.
He poised his buttered fingers in the air until Elaine dropped to her knees and with her face almost at the level of Karen's nude rump gripped a delicate-looking but solid-feeling resilient globe in each hand and separated them. Harry promptly buttered the upper edges of Karen's squirming cleft, with special attention to her anus.
Kneeling, Elaine watched as Harry's little finger forced its tip inside Karen's pinched-looking rectal entrance and spread more butter. He repeated it two or three times before applying the remainder of the butter to his stiff-standing penis-head. "Why shouldn't I have it myself while it's good?" he said loudly to no one in particular. He sat down the butter-dish from which he had replenished his supply at one point, and moved in behind Karen's spread-apart backside, still in Elaine's charge. Harry's hard thigh bumped Elaine out of the way and she lost her grip, but not before Harry's buttered prong had taken up residence in Karen's downy buttock-split.
"Owoooooo!" Karen wailed as she felt the slippery prick-head jockeying for position against her buttered asshole. "He's going to-uff!" The breathless exclamation was forced from her when Harry thrust forward suddenly, but his cock slid off to one side. Sullen-faced, he lined up the bolt and nut again with a quick slap upon Karen's outer rounded buttock area to remind her to remain quiet.
Harry surged again, and the blonde squeaked as he made a slight penetration of her buggered rear. The squeak slid up to a shriek and then to a scream as Harry triumphantly thrust home his initial advantage. "OWWWWWWWW!" Karen howled dolefully. "Oooooooooooh, it hurts! It HURTS!"
Nancy gazed with half-parted lips at the slowbut-steady immersion of Harry's long cock between Karen's pale-looking nates. She could imagine the cruelly piercing pain which must accompany each flaming quarter-inch of the passage, and she shivered, but still the sight of the male cock between the female buttocks excited her. She wouldn't want to exchange places with Karen, but still-Harry bucked himself tightly into the blonde girl's blubbery-feeling rectum despite her supplicating outcries. Sweat gathered on his forehead, and ran down onto his face; he wiped it away impatiently. He grasped Karen's slim waist in his hands and began to saw wood within the captive rectum.
The more shrill of Karen's pained cries died out as Harry fucked her asshole. She still whimpered and moaned and sighed tearfully and groaned, but her legs and buttocks relaxed slightly from their original constriction, which had failed to protect her wrinkle-corrugated aperture now under siege. Harry's rough bombardment of her tenderized flesh left her breathless and with no opportunity to experience a pleasurable sensation of any kind.
Harry rocked from his heels to his toes as he banged his buttered cock into Karen's tight-pursed fissure. His grunts became louder as his eyes became glazed with imminent eruption. In a series of short, powerful thrusts, he fired his load into the blonde's buttered rectal-purlieu. He settled back on his heels heavily for a moment before pulling his prick from Karen's straining anus with a loud popping sound. He turned around and picked up the brandy bottle, from which he took another swallow, and Nancy noted uneasily that he had reduced the contents by more than one half.
Karen remained flat on the pillow, gasping, although nothing was holding her in place. Elaine reached up curiously from her kneeling position and again separated the hind cheeks, which had snapped together after Harry's withdrawal. The puckered anus appeared again, raw-looking and roughened. Pearly drops of semen crept from its wizened red puckeredness and trickled downward, refusing to be absorbed into the melting butter.
Harry eyed Elaine's inspection but said nothing. His chest hair was matted with perspiration. He walked into the bedroom and returned in a moment, zipping up and buckling his pants. He left the girls in the kitchen again after glancing at his watch, and went into the front part of the house where he locked and bolted the front door. He was passing the telephone when it rang, and he grabbed at the receiver. Nervous energy seemed to crackle from him.
"That's probably Dave," Nancy said in the kitchen when she heard the ring of the telephone.
Elaine help up a hand for her to be silent, and they listened to Harry's end of the conversation. "Yeah, everything's set," he said in his heavy voice. "Yeah, twenty-five a shot. Extra if you want anything special. Naah, don't gimme that stuff about a discount. This is class, I tell you. You won't be talkin'-about a discount when you see it. You'll be biddin' against whoever's here takin' a shot. Yeah, fifteen minutes is okay."
Elaine looked at Nancy and shrugged uncomprehendingly when the conversation concluded and Harry replaced the receiver. Nancy ran through the conversation again in her mind. Something about the sound of it.. .
Harry appeared in the kitchen door, rubbing his hands together briskly. "Got news for you girls," he announced. His eyes had become red-tinged from the brandy. "Few friends of mine 're comin' over for a little fun"
There was an electric silence. "Fun?" Elaine echoed at last. "Fun?"
"Yeah, fun," Harry said flatly. "Jus' relax, an' you won't get hurt."
Nancy found her voice with difficulty. "Do you mean that you're-that you expect us-"
"Relax an' you won't get hurt," Harry repeated. "Don't make me slap you around. Might as well get out of your clothes now. The boys like to look over the merchandise." He grinned at Karen, standing beside the table clad only in her bra, both hands behind her tenderly probing her rectal area. "You'll do as is, kid," he told her. "I don't imagine your tits are all that much, anyhow."
Large tears still trembled unshed on Karen's eyelids. She had missed the point of Harry's pronouncement, caught up as she was in the throes of her own woeful self-assessment of possible damage.
"You don't mean it!" Elaine said stiffly. "It's a joke, a-a gag."
"Let's see if you think so in twenty minutes, sis," Harry replied.
"But we're not whores!" It burst with bullet velocity from Nancy's dry throat.
"Whores?" Karen repeated uncertainly. "Whores?" She looked at Nancy's and Elaine's strained faces. "Where's Dave?" she whimpered. "Where's Dave?"
Nancy glanced about desperately for a weapon. A knife-handle protruded from a breadbox, and she darted toward it. Before she reached it, Harry's hand closed around the nape' of her neck. He flung her the length of the kitchen, and she crashed off a cabinet with rib-rattling force that doubled her over in pain. "I said out of your clothes!" Harry screamed, with an unsettling high edge to his voice. He advanced upon Elaine with the knife he had taken from the breadbox in his hand. "How'd you like to have your pussy-hair shaved off with a dull bread knife if you don't move faster? Strip!"
White-lipped, Elaine began to undress. Nancy undoubled herself with a pain-wracked gasp and followed suit. Karen's pent-up waterfall overflowed as big tears ran down her pale cheeks while she watched her friends' disrobing.
"Pile all the clothes on the table with the underwear showin', " Harry ordered. "That'll give the guys a charge when they come in. The three of you c'mon into the livin' room now."
They walked from the kitchen helplessly as he stood aside to let them precede him, Karen's brassiere the only article of clothing among them. He patted each bare rump as it went by with a proprietary air. "Your broads are gonna get me out of hock," he said jovially. " 'N then we'll have a helluva party at the club afterward."
Nancy listened as though in a dream.
It couldn't be happening.
It simply couldn't be happening to them.
But her heart skipped a beat and her pulse accelerated at the sound of a loud knock at the kitchen door.