Chapter 4
The cab ride seemed to take forever and she was shaking with worry and anticipation as she rode along. She wished to hell the driver would hurry up but she knew that he could go no faster than he already was. Feeling as nervous as she did she could understand why Roger smoked like a fiend, one cigarette after another. Right now she wouldn't mind one herself.
Finally the driver pulled up in front of the old, uncared for motel and she got out after having paid him. He didn't waste any time hanging around and in a few moments she was standing ' in a dark, deserted parking lot, trembling with fear, hoping that she had gotten the address correctly.
"Nicole, Nicole," she heard from behind her. She turned and saw, a couple of rooms down from where she was standing, Roger waving at her urgently. "Come on, get out of sight!"
She hurried into his arms and gripped him in a passionate embrace. Laughing softly he drew her into the room and shut the door behind them. He kissed her deeply on the mouth and she squirmed her body into his, sighing with relief and mashing her moist, succulent lips against his own.
"I was so worried about you," she gasped, breathlessly. "I didn't know what had happened! Why didn't you call earlier?"
"Take it easy, darling," he chuckled, leading her over to the ratty looking bed in the center of the tiny room. "I'm all right! I had a lot to do. I've been checking up on our Mister Vandam, he's quite an interesting character."
"I'll bet," she nodded. "I've been fishing around myself. You'd be amazed at some of the people he knows."
"Where did you see him," he asked, his eyes wide with shock. "I've been running around all day trying to find him."
She took off her coat and laid it across the bed. She took the glass of whiskey he offered her and drank a little of it down to steady herself. "He was at the party they gave for me," she began. "And he has something to do with Senator Adams," she went on.
"Senator Adams? The head of the African committee," he shook his head. "Jesus, it's really falling together!"
She watched as he began to pace the room, looking almost comic in his intensity. "Yes, and it seems that Mister Vandam is in the spy business, too," she added.
He spun on his heels and stared at her. "Now how in the hell did you find that out," he asked. "I've had that feeling all day, but I couldn't come up with anything solid!"
"Ohh, Senator Adams kind of let it slip out during our conversations," she said lightly. She giggled and blushed in spite of herself.
"Umm-humm," he nodded, fixing her with a stern look. "And I can just imagine how you persuaded him to tell you that!" he laughed warmly. "Why you little witch! I should have such powers of persuasion!"
She grinned pleasantly. "It's all how you go about it, my dear," she said teasingly. "But I have another little bit of information that you might be interested in," she added, her voice growing grim.
His look grew serious. "What is it, what's troubling you?" He watched her begin to tremble and he went over to her and sat down, holding her tightly in his arms. "Tell me, darling, what's the matter?"
She let herself relax and put her head on his shoulder. Stifling a sob and drew in a breath and held it, then let it out again, slowly. "Our visitor from the other evening seems to be a buddy of Mister Vandam's. Oh, Roger, he showed up at the party and talked to him," she moaned. "I don't think he saw me, but I just don't know!"
"Jesus Christ," Roger sighed. "This is getting too dangerous, too damn dangerous! I didn't want to drag you into this."
"You're not sending me away," she said fiercely, clinging to him with all her might. "L didn't come this far to be sent home to find out later that those monsters have killed you! No way, Roger, no way!"
"Listen, darling," he said softly. "It isn't that, it isn't. But we can't run around together, it would draw too much attention. You would do me a lot more good staying close to the Senator, trying to find out more if you can."
"And what about you," she said quietly. She looked into his eyes, a deep, loving stare in her own. "What are you going to be doing when all this is going on, dodging the police and trying to capture Vandam?"
He nodded. "Something like that, my love, something like that," he said. He stood up and walked over to where the whiskey was. He poured them both a drink and carried the glasses back to where she sat. "If I can just get the bastard alone, I can get to the bottom of this," he told her, handing her the glass. "Just five minutes with him and I'll make him talk!"
"Sure, sure you will," she laughed bitterly. She took a sip of the fiery liquor and held down a coughing spasm as her eyes watered from the potent sprits. "And what do you suppose our big friend will be doing while you and Vandam are chatting, practicing his handshake!"
He laughed and sat down next to her. He took her in his arms again and kissed her lovingly on the lips. "You worry too much, darling," he whispered softly, running his fingers through her long, brown hair. "I'm not completely stupid, I will find a way to get Vandam alone, I promise you."
"I'll just bet," she said glumly. "If I know you, you'll collar him on the middle of Main street and start shouting at him!"
"I hope to be a bit more discreet," he chuckled. He smiled at her warmly and kissed her once again, this time moving his mouth back and forth over hers in a more than concerned manner. "I have an idea already," he said mysteriously.
She shook her head and sighed. "All right, all right, you've convinced me," she muttered quietly. "But, God damn it, I'm not leaving right now," she said determinedly. "I didn't come all this way for a peck on the cheek and a pat on the bottom! You're not getting rid of me that easily, Roger Thornhill!"
He laughed softly and put his arms around her again. "I didn't have any intention of that at all," he assured her.
Gently their mouths came together once again. Nicole felt an awful burning in her loins and she ached to crush him with her excited flesh but she held her emotions and desires in check. She wanted this moment to last as long as possible and she sighed a couple of times, taking deep breaths, trying hard to get her passion under control.
She felt him quiver with expectation and the growing need that was building in his loins. Softly she kissed his cheek, running her moist, luscious petals of delight over his warm, trembling flesh.
"Ohhh, Roger, Roger, I need you," she moaned softly, fluttering her lips over his face. "You don't know how badly I need you, now!"
"I think I have an idea," he chuckled quietly. He put his mouth over hers and whispered against her warm, quivering lips. "If it's anything like how I need you, there's no way to avoid it!"
Slowly they moved their hungry mouths back and forth across each other. Their eager, hungry lips crushed tightly together and Nicole moaned in pleasure as she felt his greedy, seeking tongue slithering past her slightly parted teeth. She gasped softly as she felt the urgent arrow entwining around her own, flicking and dancing lightly against hers, his mouth roaming passionately across the surface of her smooth, succulent lips.
With an urgent greed their twin tools of passion slashed and grappled with each other. Their loins were on fire with wanting and the steadily building desires that they could not deny.
She felt his hand riding over her gown, feeling the moist warmth of her smooth flesh. He could feel her spine undulating with the fierce lust that was overtaking her body and he thrilled to the delightful sensation of her warm, eager blood pounding in her body. Her breasts were mashed against his chest and he could feel her young heart pounding wildly in her body as she grew more and more excited with each loving caress he gave to her shapely back.
He curled his fingers over the base of her spine and gently danced them down along the swelling mound of her buttocks. She quivered slightly in anticipation as he tenderly gripped her spongy, pert cheeks in the palm of his hand and squeezed them firmly in his strong hand.
"Ohh, Roger, Roger," she moaned, rocking her delicious ass back and forth in his grip. "I love it when you do that to me, just love it!"
He chuckled in satisfaction and kneaded her luscious half moons urgently. She was breathing in tight, harsh bursts and he could feel the heat rising from her flesh as he continued to pleasure her darling buns.
She moaned in delight as his fingers gripped and kneaded her soft buttocks while his large mouth continued to attack her plaint lips with an increasing passion. She allowed herself to. go weak in his embrace, loving the way his fingers seemed to dance over her tight gown with determined desire to make her feel as wonderful as possible.
She shivered with expectation as she felt his free hand riding over her trim, taut stomach. Slowly his fingers crawled upward, the hard, flat of his hand pressing tightly against her body, each movement of his wonderful fingers sending sparks of delicious pleasure racing through her nerve endings. Her body felt as light as a feather and she could sense nothing but the driving, building ache that was beginning to ravage her loins.
She gasped as she felt his fingers curling around one of her luscious boobs. Her dress crinkled loudly as he gently squeezed the precious globe. She moaned and mashed her mouth against his hungrily, stabbing at his teeth with her moist, pink tongue.
"Ahh, you have the nicest boobs," he whispered softly. He massaged the tender sphere gently in his grasp. "I think you have the prettiest tits I have ever seen!"
He rubbed his hand back and forth against the front of her gown and her boobs seemed to glow with the lovely feeling his touch was giving to her. She giggled with delight and pressed her body tightly against the heel of his attentive hand.
"Ummm, that feels so nice, Roger," she sighed happily. "You always, always seem to make me feel so nice!"
His eager digits reached behind her back and began to grip and knead her shoulder. She rocked from side to side as the strong spears dug into her flesh and massaged her aching stiffness away from her. She shivered involuntarily, the delicious waves of heady wanting racing through her loins and she arched her back against his hand as she felt him slithering his fingers down to the zipper on her gown.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes," she moaned, her voice breathless and eager. "I can't stand having my clothes on around you, I can't stand it!"
He laughed gruffly and ran the zipper down to the base of her spine. Willingly she allowed him to pull the restraining top of her dress away from her jiggling, enticing boobs. He shook his head in wonder at the beauty of the proud, jutting spheres and tenderly rode the tips of his fingers back and forth across her warm, creamy flesh.
He felt the quivering pleasure of her pert, rosy nipples as he brushed his seeking digits over them. The twin stones of desire trembled under the pressure of his caress and she moaned and shook violently as he rolled the firm, erect pebbles back and forth making them tingle with delight each time he touched them. She was rocking gently from side to side, groaning in an almost rhythmic tone as he curled his fingers around her luscious, spongy mounds and squeezed them lovingly.
Her body felt aglow with passion and need for him and she rippled her fingers over his shirt, tugging on the buttons until they came free and she could slither her hand inside and roll her fingers over his strong, manly chest. He moaned and shook with the caress and sighed contentedly. He felt his loins aching with need and her constant attention to his body filled him with an overwhelming desire and urgent passion.
"Oh, love them, love them," she cried out softly, mashing her tits against his working hand. "Love my breasts, Roger, love them hard!"
He caught a single nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it tenderly. She moaned with the aching delight his pinching digits gave her throbbing pebble and she scraped her fingernails along his chest, digging them into his flesh almost painfully.
He gasped and ran his other hand over and around her trembling thighs. Back and forth he danced his fingers across the tightly stretched gown. Her legs were quivering involuntarily and she gently opened and closed them as he gripped and kneaded her luscious limbs through her confining dress.
Slowly he dropped his hand along her thighs to her luscious, dimpled knees. He slithered his fingers around the attractive caps and felt the warmth of her quaking flesh responding to his attack. She fluttered the darling limbs apart and closed her legs on his hand, trapping his fingers tightly around her leg as he sunk his fingers into her needing skin. "Jesus, you turn me on, Nicole," he gasped, his voice tight and thick with the heady passion he was feeling. "I've never been so turned on before in my life!".
The greed and wanting was taking control of him now and all he could think about was the wonderful warmth of her smooth, perfect body and the way that her flesh responded happily to his every caress.
Slowly he rode his fingers along her moist, hot inner thighs. She parted her legs willingly, allowing the seeking spears to probe her mysterious beauty even more. She groaned" in pleasure as she felt him riding the digits back and forth over her damp, throbbing limbs. Each time he drew near to her quaking pussy mound, barely covered by her sheer, silk panties, he pulled back, leaving her gasping and thrusting her crotch toward his hand in aching frustration and careening need.
His love-play was teasing her wickedly but she could not help enjoying the little game as he came ever closer to the hillock of her passion. He danced his strong, thick fingers across the edges of her trembling pussy and the full, swollen lips fluttered wildly under her panties. She felt the light caress of his fingertips roaming hungrily over her petals of passion and she bucked uncontrollably, feeling the driving desire consuming her.
He laughed softly, enjoying the way he could make her wild with desire and he teased her aching pussy a little more, just gently slithering his fingers back and forth along her damp cleft, feeling the wet, steaming juice of her cunt love soaking through the panties and coating his fingers luxuriously.
She sighed with the racing warmth that was licking at her loins and thrilled to the pressure of his fingers, driving up and down the length of her damp, quaking entrance. She bucked her body up against his hand once more and moaned with delight as she felt his other hand crushing and squeezing her aching breasts.
She wanted more than anything to have him join her in this fiery pleasure and she rode her hand down over his belt and pressed her soft, creamy palm against the thick, throbbing mound that pulsated against the confinement of his trousers.
His hard, thick manhood seemed to be pounding wildly as she curled her lovely, slender fingers around it and gave it a gentle squeeze. She heard him gasp in shock and pleasure and felt the stiff, long shaft tremble powerfully under her touch.
"Ahhh, damn you, you sweet child," he groaned, his husky voice seeming to break under the strain of his desire. "Damn, how you can make me feel so fucking good!"
"I love your prick," she cooed softly, riding her graceful fingertips up and down on the bulging hill. She slithered her nails across the hard, palpitating cock, pinching it gently as she went along. "I just love your hard, big cock to death!"
He laughed at the girlish tone in her voice and slithered his eager, greedy hand up over her belly. She shivered and trembled in anticipation as she felt him tracing a path back and forth across her stomach, slipping the tips of his powerful digits inside of her panties, making her belly quiver involuntarily with a warm, throbbing pleasure.
She groaned out loud as she felt his dancing fingers slither beyond the waistband of her flimsy panties and rolled across her belly in a slow, steady motion toward her quaking cave. She felt the intense, fiery wanting tearing harshly at her hot womb as he curled his fingers in her damp, slippery cunt hair and tugged on the precious strands hungrily.
Shivering with lust she sighed again and again as he tapped teasingly with his thumb at her trembling, moist clit. The sweet, juicy button quickly came to life, growing erect as a tiny pebble under his touch and she thrilled to the burning love that was now boiling deep inside of her. He took the soft, tender nugget between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth until she was sobbing with the intense delight she was feeling and her loins were bursting with a steady stream of liquid explosions that were almost as powerful as orgasms themselves.
Gently he dropped his hand a little further down along her sweet pussy and fingered the edges of her slippery, warm pussy lips. The tender petals seemed to flutter violently under his touch and she rocked from side to side groaning and quaking each time he stroked her aching lips.
"Roger, Roger, it's so good," she moaned as if she had never felt anything so wonderful before in her life. "It's too much to endure, too, too much." She gripped his prick tightly in her lovely hand and rocked it back and forth in his pants until he was gasping in pain and pleasure and moaning his passion for her over and over.
She worked her way along the throbbing, hard shaft, pulling on it and pushing it tight against his thigh. Even through his clothes she could feel the hot blood pounding through the massive rod and she loved the sensation of it quaking in her grasp, the boiling desire burning in his loins.
His hungry, greedy mouth dropped to her delicious boobs and she yelped in delight as she felt him licking and kissing the sweet mounds, rolling his tongue between them greedily. He slithered the passionate arrow over one rosy nipple and the little bud trembled involuntarily as he flicked and snapped at it determinedly. She felt a stinging fire bursting in her globes as he slowly covered one luscious sphere with his hungry lips and caught the darling pebble between his teeth. He sucked gently on her boob, rolling the nipple back and forth gently and she cried out in pleasure and rode her precious hand back and forth over his prick mound even more intently.
Eagerly she fumbled with his belt and zipper, yanking and pulling on them until they were free and she could reach inside of his pants and wrap her lovely, slender fingers around his hot, pounding meat.
He groaned in delight as he felt her draw his hard, stiff cock out of his pants. She smiled at it as it lay quivering wildly in her lightly closed fist. She made a circle with her fingers and gently ran the oval up and down over the engorged spear. He sighed in delight and his hips rocked back in forth in rhythm with her pumping hand. She was driving the fires of his greed ever higher now and he felt more alive and happy than he ever had before.
"Keep it up, keep it up," he whispered tightly. "Ahhh, you sweet girl! Damn that's good! Damn, damn, damn is that ever good!"
She tingled all over hearing his voice telling her how much he enjoyed what she was doing. She rolled her soft, pliant thumb over the head of his prick and felt the blood-filled tip throb passionately under her insistent pressure. His breathing was labored and forced now and she knew that she was bringing him nearer and nearer to an exquisite moment of lovely agony.
She tightened her grip on his quaking, swollen cock and drove her hand up and down on it with an increased fury and passion. He almost cried out loud as she gripped and squeezed his tortured meat, tugging from left to right, every stroke making him moan and shiver violently with the waves of pleasure she was drawing out of him.
Hungrily he slithered his hand back and forth over her darling, moist cunt. The warm, slippery dampness of her womb covered his hand pleasantly and he could feel her eager, clutching petals of delight trying desperately to draw his fingers inside of her.
She swayed from side to side under his attack and groaned as he pinched and twisted her swollen lips, forcing them apart and torturing her with an aching spasm of desire and wanting.
"Oh, God, Roger, oh, God," she moaned, thrusting her pussy tightly against his hand and squeezing his prick so hard he almost cried out in pain. "Put them in me, Roger! Put your fingers in me now!"
She could not stand the lack of something hard and strong in her pussy any longer and she grabbed his wrist with her free hand and tried to force his fingers beyond her trembling, greedy petals of delight.
He laughed almost cruelly and brushed her hand away. Slowly he slithered the tips of two fingers over the damp, hot entrance to her luscious cave. She gasped and tensed her body for the invasion, her loins tingling with a fiery anticipation. He gently turned the seeking spears around and forced them deeper into her taut, dripping tunnel. She jerked her hips spasmodically and groaned in grateful pleasure as the two, strong shafts went deeper and deeper into her luscious cave.
Slowly the long, thick prongs filled her aching womb. He moved them back and forth within her and her strong, greedy cunt muscles locked and unlocked around the invading fingers as he buried them in the pit of her steaming cave.
She did not know how much more of this aching delight she could stand. Her womb seemed to be growing tighter and tighter as she felt him begin to pump the two pleasing digits in and out of her aching pit, his thumb pressing and rubbing back and forth over her darling clit while his hand cupped the throbbing hillock of her trembling pussy mound.
She reached beneath him, eager to feel his own explosive passion quaking in her grip and closed her free hand over his tight, thick ball bag. He cried out in delight as the sweet, slender fingers dug into his aching flesh and she began to tug and twist the heavy bag. She rode her fingers up and down, faster and faster over his swelling cock and she could feel the almost incredible frenzy of his boiling blood racing through his cock and throbbing nuts.
Now their attack on each other's bodies took on a fury of passion. His fingers slammed in and out of her pussy with a harsh, thrusting power that would not allow her to rest. She pumped her fingers over his prick, twisting and turning the cock so forcefully that tears of pleasure and pain came to his eyes.
"I need to feel you next to me," he groaned. "I need to feel your naked body tight against mine!"
He pushed her away roughly and tore at his clothes. She joined his frenzied undressing, tossing her dress and underwear away from her, watching with intense desire as everything he had on went flying in the air and then they joined each other on the bed.
He wrapped his arms around her and entwined his legs around hers. She sighed happily and mashed her luscious, succulent lips over his, kissing him deeply, driving her tongue in and out of his mouth with a frenzied greed. She could feel his hard, hot prick throbbing excitedly against her warm, damp thigh and she rolled over on her back, spreading her legs wide apart.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned, flexing her lovely, glistening limbs back and forth enticingly. "Ohhh, God, Roger, fuck me hard! Fuck me hard right now!"
He chuckled passionately and ran the palm of his hand over her moist, slippery mound. She moaned and thrust her pussy against his hand involuntarily. She tossed her pretty head from side to side, throwing her long, tawny mane about her shoulders erotically. She moaned and gasped as she felt his fingers slither inside of her once more, pumping back and forth, making her pert, cute behind bounce up and down on the bed deliciously.
Gently he slid the firm, stiff prongs from her quaking cunt and slipped them underneath her precious ass. She sighed in anticipation as she felt the harsh spears riding back and forth between her spongy buttocks, tickling and teasing the tight, dark dot of her precious anal tunnel.
She wiggled her ass against his seeking hand and groaned wildly as she felt him twisting and turning the tip of his prong against her hot, aching entrance. The unyielding dot slowly gave way as her thick, creamy anal juices began to flow and after a few moments he was able to slither the tip of his spear into her taut, narrow ass. She relaxed her anal muscles and thrilled to the strange, wonderful sensation of his finger probing her delicate ass.
He gently pumped the spear in and out of her hot, throbbing bottom until he could easily bury it in the depths of her precious behind and she sat on top of his hand, sighing with happiness as his fingers gripped and squeezed her darling cheeks.
Now he was ready to put his thick, throbbing manhood in her. She groaned in need and wanting as she felt him take the head of his massive prick and rub it tenderly along the cleft of her fluttering cunt petals. The aching, swollen lips tried desperately to gobble the huge rod deeper into her but he was teasing her pussy, now, loving the way her flesh responded hungrily to his attack.
"I'm going to fuck you, Nicole," he whispered in her ear, his voice a pleasing wicked growl. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to stand it!"
She thrashed from side to side and cried out in aching greed. She bucked her cunt against his cock and felt the sudden invasion of his thick, throbbing head as it slithered past her swollen pussy lips and rested gently at the rim of her burning entrance. She moaned with intense delight and ground her hips against he body. Slowly he allowed her gripping pussy muscles to gobble his cock up.
He rocked from side to side, driving the hard meat deeper into her willing cave. She sighed contentedly as his prick reached the hilt and pounded urgently in her soft, moist tunnel. Slowly he pulled his hips back and withdrew the strong, thick shaft from her fiery tunnel.
She shivered with the pleasure she was feeling and then suddenly she was driving the long, massive prong back into her, his buried finger tickling his cock through the thin membrane of her delicate ass-hole.
Now he began to rock back and forth, pumping his finger and cock in and out of her twin tunnels of happiness. She screamed and clutched the bed spread in her fists, her body quaking with an aching, burning lust she could not stand. She bucked and slammed into him wildly, needing him to fuck her harder and harder.
"More, more, more," she moaned, her teeth clenched tightly together, the words barely escaping her swollen, parched lips. "Oh, God, Roger, fuck me deeper! Fuck me harder! Deeper, Roger, harder! Deeper, deeper, harder, harder!"
He increased the rhythm of his lust and began to pump his' tools of passion in and out of her faster and faster. His prick felt like it was going to explode as he felt her strong, eager cunt muscles holding on to him greedily. Back and forth he rode her pussy and ass-hole. The slippery, creamy juice of her passion soaking his flesh as he powered into her again and again.
She thrashed about on the bed, each stroke she felt driving her more and more insane with lust and pleasure. She rolled and swayed from left to right, driving her luscious cunt hard against his crashing rod and crushing his hand with her soft, spongy buttocks. Her loins felt swollen beyond belief and she knew that at any moment now she was going to explode with an aching release that would tear her body apart with its power.
Harder and harder they attacked each other. They could see nothing but blinding lights in front of their eyes now and all that they could feel was the lovely, burning Fire of their driving organs growing hotter and hotter with passion. The room filled with the dank, thick odor of lust and the air was almost smoky with the heat that was rising from their bodies.
Roger slammed into her again and again and their bellies smacked together loudly as their hungry bodies met, consumed by the driving, forceful lust that was tearing through them without mercy.
Nicole's flesh burned with desire and she had only one thought now, to come as quickly as possible and make him climax as powerfully as she was about to do. She could sense the moment approaching and she poised herself for the incredible sensations she was about to experience.
"I'm going to come, Roger," she gasped, her voice the barest of harsh whispers. "I'm going to come any second now, any second I'm going to come so good! So very, very good!"
He plowed into her once more and listened as she screamed in pleasure. A thundering wave of steaming come washed over his plunging rod as she quaked violently and the overpowering spasms of release tore at her loins. She thrashed beneath his pounding cock, the delicious river of liquid love spilling from her womb, running down his legs as her climax exploded again and again in her tortured cave.
The burning, sticky river filled him with a heady greed and he rode her pussy faster and faster now, every spasm of her coming making him feel, more and more intense as his prick seemed to grow beyond endurance.
She ground her luscious, quaking pussy hard against his prick and urged him on with her muscles and gripping hand. She could feel the steaming blood pounding in his loins and cock and knew that he was almost at the point of eruption. She locked her legs around his back and forced his prick to the depths of her hot and steaming, flooded tunnel.
She heard him moan in delight and relief and suddenly a harsh, burning explosion of creamy, liquid fire burst from his driving rod and seared her inner walls. He slammed into her violently, moaning and quaking out of control as the powerful waves of orgasm tore at his fevered flesh, ripping and stinging him in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"I'm coming, Nicole, I'm coming," he cried, his voice an agonized scream of pleasure. "I'm coming in you all the way so good, so fucking good!"
He ground his prick deep into her throbbing chamber and let the delicious waves of delight wash over him again and again. Spasm after heady spasm of pleasure licked his loins and tingled along the length of his prick and he quaked violently and uncontrollably in motion with her own lingering spurts of passion. For a long, long time they could do nothing but lay there and let the pleasing, powerful pleasure torture them until they could hardly breathe and finally lay side by side gasping with the last, echoing effects of their passion.
Finally they had regained their strength enough to climb under the blanket and embrace each other tenderly. She knew she would be in trouble if she got home very, very late but she did not care. All she could think about was this marvelous man lying beside her. Even the fears and worries of what the morning would bring could not trouble her now.
They fell asleep rapidly, their mixed breathing a soft, gentle song of pleasure and contentment and they could not have heard the car driving slowly to a stop across the street nor know of the cold, dark eyes that watched the door of their apartment with such evil intent all the rest of the night long.