Chapter 13

A REMATCH IN BED "Hello," said Lila.

Nickie had made his way back to the bungalow Entering, he had found her in one of her new nightgowns. She was looking very desirable and admiring herself in the mirror. A string of black pearls was fastened about her lovely neck.

"You were pretty sure I'd die," Nickie said, pointing to them.

"Oh, not at all," said Lila. "I bought white ones, too. See? I'd have certainly hated it if you had died. We are having such a wonderful honeymoon."

"It's over," said Nickie. 'The honeymoon's over."

"It is?" She frowned. "Oh, but Nickie! I want to stay. We've been invited to come back to Sex Cult Cay anytime we like. Wasn't it fun, Nickie? Of course, you missed the best part, hitting your head the way you did. The count and I were the last ones standing. You'd have never thought that stringy little man had it in him, would you?"

"You mean you just let me lie there and went on partying?" said Nickie. "What kind of wife are you?"

"A sexy one," said Lila, casting a glance into her cleavage. "Anyway I couldn't break up the party, could I? It wouldn't have been polite. The count and I brought you over in a motor launch after the orgy was finished."

"Oh" said Nickie.

"It's no use being angry with me Nickie," Lila said. "Remember the countess fixed us. We'll be together forever. Do you know what the count told me?" She was chattering gaily, obviously in a gossiping mood. "He told me how he came to marry the countess. It was in Port-au-Prince, before they came here. She put a spell on him!"

"Uh-huh," said Nickie. He was packing Lila's clothes.

"Guess what she did! Put three nickels by every bedpost and she put a glass of water under the bed. Then every night for nine nights-one for each month you see-she slept with her legs bent and spread apart. The count said he couldn't help himself. It was magic! Personally, I think it was the legs-oh, Nickie! What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to get you dressed. Here, put these on. Hurry."

"I must say, you're not very amourous this afternoon," Lila grumbled. But she did as she was told. After all, he was a very rich husband.

Before long, they were on a cruise boat that was making its daily run from the Grand Bahama to Miami. "Oh, goodie," said Lila, "roulette!" and she was off to the tables to spend some more of Nickie's money. She was costing the Soviet Union a potful, Nickie thought ruefully.

Nickie himself was too upset to gamble. He had to get back to that message drop on Miami Beach and see just how bad his situation was. He wondered if there were other Soviet agents trying to kill him. Maybe someone on this boat!

"Hi there!"

Nickie jumped. First he saw her naked thighs. His eyes traveled up over her brief sequined outfit to where her breasts overflowed her crammed-full bodice. Oh no! He hadn't thought that this might be the same cruise ship from which he had been forced to jump several days ago. But it was, and here was Mary Lou, whom he had last seen in a stateroom with the naked Angus.

"You owe me something," she said.

"I do?"

"Yes. Two things. You cost me five hundred dollars, because you spoiled my set-up with Angus that night. I'd like to have that, please. But the other thing is more imprtant. You owe me a roll."

"You can have the five hundred," Nickie said, "But I'm afraid I can't manage a roll."

Mary Lou's eyes grew fierce. "Listen," she said. You left me in a terribly pent up state the other night. I simply detest being left unfinished. Now are you going to come across or am I going to call the detective and report you as a thief?"

"Have a heart," Nickie quavered. "I just got out of the hospital this afternoon."

Nickie was still considerably done up from his exertions in behalf of the nurse. But alas, Mary Lou had no heart-She led him to her stateroom.

Nickie drew a deep sigh of resignation and hoped fervently that he had one more go left. Wearily he lifted her breasts and laid them out above the wired cups of her bodice. He kissed one and then the other. Mary Lou wiggled impatiently.

He unzipped her outfit and she gave a sigh of satisfaction as she slipped out of it. She had a really admirable body, Nickie admitted, looking at her naked form. Still, he was not inspired.

But Mary Lou was! His hands and lips on her breasts had aroused her. In fact just being naked in the sameroom with a man aroused Mary Lou-especially if it were a man who had steamed her as thoroughly as Nickie had done at their last meeting. She thought it would improve the situation if Nickie undressed too.

She unbuttoned his shirt and removed that. Next went his trousers and shorts. "Oh gee," she said sadly as she looked at him. Certain parts of him seemed exceedingly droopy. The affair seemed hopeless. But Mary Lou was not a girl to give up easily. No she would just have to fix things, somehow.

She pressed herself against him and wiggled her hips mightily. Nothing happened. She nibbled his ear. She nuzzled his neck. She tickled him with the tips of her breasts.

"Oh, gee whiz," said Mary Lou morosely. She sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands, her breasts dangling down between her arms.

"I am sorry," said Nickie, sitting down beside her.

But Mary Lou had not given up. She had only been thinking. "I do know one thing I could do," she said, and before Nickie could voice an objection, she had leaned over and encompassed his equipment with her mouth. Startled, Nickie fell back on the bed. She went to work eagerly, her tongue flicking over him, her mouth moving in circles.

The sensation was marvelous. Nickie felt himself swelling. Mary Lou felt it too. In fact, she soon had quite a mouthful. She seemed very excited.

Nickie's back arched. It was delicious and somehow very soothing as a change from his other recent endeavors. Nickie would have been content to just lie there and have her minister to him.

But Mary Lou had no use for loafers.

Now that his equipment was mended, he'd have to go to work. She withdrew and pounced atop him, impaling herself. It was pretty nice that way, too, Nicky thought. But quickly she had rolled him over so that she was on the bottom.

"Now let me really have some," she encouraged. "I want to go up like a sky rocket."

"One sky rocket," Nickie muttered, as if recording an order. He plunged up and down, feeling her reverberate with his efforts.

"Gee whiz!" said Mary Lou. "Gee whiz!" Her passion raged out of control. She just had to take the lead herself. She rolled him over again so that she was on top. Her rear moved tempestuously.

She had talent, Nickie thought. He started to compliment her but couldn't. He realized she had stuffed a breast into his mouth.

Suddenly Mary Lou sank onto his chest and lay still. For a moment he thought that she had simply reached her peak. Then he felt something wet on his hand that was clasped around her back. Blood! She had been shot.

She wasn't dead yet, though. Her eyes flickered open one last time as Nickie rolled her over.

"Oh, gee whiz," said Mary Lou.