Chapter 4
Phoebe Kane swiveled up to the office door, tapped lightly and entered. The oak-paneled room was empty. Her eyebrows quivered upward, she turned, hurried to the switchboard girl in the small outer office. "Doctor Saxon out?" she asked.
The girl turned. "See Marianne," she said, jerking her head toward a small red haired girl who was lolling over a typewriter. "She'll know," then the girl added with a knowing smile, "she always knows."
"Doctor Saxon is on research right now," said Marianne.
Phoebe smiled; she knew the kind of research that Pat Saxon was doing. "Do you know anything about this-this guest who is arriving this afternoon," Phoebe glanced at a slip of paper in her hand, "named Johnny Belsen?"
Marianne twinkled. "Oh, yes indeedy," she smiled. "His file is in the Doctor's office. Shall I summarize it for you?"
"Please," Phoebe smiled back at the Doctor's secretary.
"Well," Marianne drew a deep breath, "Johnny is an anal compulsive." She glanced up at Phoebe's face, "He's just split a sweet little girl right up her cute little bottom!" She clicked her teeth at Phoebe, then added, "Split from six o'clock to twelve o'clock on her darling little dial!" She looked at Phoebe with her big, blue eyes wide open.
Phoebe laughed, "You're dreadful, Marianne. Be serious."
"Oh, but I am serious! That's what he did." She stared at Phoebe. "You know somethin'? I'm curious to see this guy's cock. It must be a whopper!"
"You're impossible, Marianne."
"Nothing's impossible," said the irrepressible redhead. "This poor little girl told Johnny that he couldn't get into her ... but good old Johnny did!"
Phoebe frowned. "It's surprising that he wasn't reported and ... "
"You mean the police?"
"Yes."
"Well," said Marianne confidentially, "this is off the record, but, reading between the lines I think that Johnny's father gave a little present to poor darling split-dial's father with certain understandings."
Phoebe nodded. "One of which was that Johnny be sent away somewhere ... which is why he's coming here this afternoon."
"My but you're so all smart!" Marianne smiled up at Phoebe in admiration.
"And you're so all sugary-phony-sweet, sugar-chile," murmured Phoebe as she moved away.
"Hey!" Marianne called after her, "You-all ought to talk like that all the time, Phoebe. On you, it sounds good!"
Phoebe leaned close to the switchboard girl's ear and whispered, "Has Marvin Hett called in?"
"Yes, Miss Kane, he'll be here this evening with a guest."
Phoebe nodded and was moving away when Marianne called, "Phoebe, your hotpants are showing! How are you and Marv making out? I said how," she added, "not if!"
Phoebe sighed and muttered, "You just never give up!" Then she swished out of the room.
"Say, Lucy," Marianne called to the switchboard girl, "d'you know where you can buy a strong rubber cock?"
Lucy slammed down a switch and spun round on her chair saying, "I had a line open! They must've heard you all over the building!"
Marianne shrugged, "So what?" Then she giggled, making her small breasts shiver, "Maybe someone'll tell me where I can get a little cock!"