Chapter 16
The two men were standing side-by-side throwing pieces of bread to the ducks swimming in the nearby pond. One of the two men was Randall Forrest. With Micky in the house, he was able to leave and not worry that Carol would break out. Carol had been Rand's slave for two weeks.
"It's quite simple," he said to the other man. "I have a woman in need of a good ass fucking."
"Yeah, but how do I know you're not trying to set me up?" Fred Commente asked. "My wife would take a dim view of it if I did something like this."
Fred Commente was barrel-chested, a little barrel-bellied, and he worked for the same insurance company as Micky and Carol. Fred was the insurance agent who sold Rand the policy on which he had collected.
"You wife will never know," Rand assured him. "Hey, you know that Carol Mallatesta."
"You mean the one who keeps turning down claims?"
"Right!"
"Yeah, well if anyone deserves an assfuck, she's the one."
"Well she's the one I'm offering to your cock."
"But shell know it's me," Fred protested.
"Not if you wear a ski mask," Rand replied. "Pick one up in a sporting goods store, then come to my house."
"I don't know."
"I'll throw in Micky Mantoparte's cunt for good measure."
"Ah! Now you're talking! That Micky has to be the hottest little piece in all of Christendom."
"So, let's go and give her what she needs most, but first, Carol!"
"All right," Fred nodded. "I'll stop by at eight, this evening. I'll tell my wife I'm out on a case."