Chapter 3
Jones led her to his house, and once inside introduced Judy to his strange housekeeper, Mrs. Padroni. The lady's odd behavior made her uneasy during dinner; Judy feared that they might drug her or something.
But the meal was wonderful. After dinner Jones explained to Judy that his housekeeper was so strange because she wanted to marry him off. "Can't be done," he announced.
He then handed Judy a newspaper clipping. "This is the hook that caught your sister-in-law."
She looked at the imposing headline:
RETIREMENT WITH INCOME ACRES
The spread of lies had a certain ring. Then William John launched into a tirade against "advertising people-men and women with the gift of creation perverting that gift to steal from the gullible."
"I,"-she said icily, "am an advertising woman. Thanks for your hospitality and help. And goodbye."
Judy made a clean getaway, only stumbling on Adonis outside. Her problem was she didn't know where she was.
She stumbled down the path she had come up until it seemed to dead-end on a cliff. She climbed back up and around until she saw what looked like a driveway. She started to trot down it, until about two hundred feet from the house she tripped and fell.
As she sat back up she spied Mrs. Padroni bearing down in a big coupe at high speed. She stood up and limped back out of the way.
"Come," the old lady ordered. "I take you. William John he take the axe."
And wouldn't Judy like to give him the axe! Axe? Oh yes, the tree across the driveway.
Judy climbed in back, and the car rolled down the driveway, snorting and roaring and reeling. With Mrs. Padroni at the wheel they sped along. Judy pushed aside a paper on the seat.
"You read!" ordered the driver.
Judy didn't want to. She looked at the beautiful country, yelling for the woman to stop when they came to the dirt road.
The woman stopped the car and turned to look at her. Judy just gotten out.
John had gotten there by some back route. It surprised her, but she felt a bit better as the old woman drove off. Already he had cleaned the tree, sliced off the small limbs, fastened a chain to the trunk of the tree and was getting into what looked like a cross between a jeep and a tractor.
It sounded like both, but the old tree fell into line and staggered away in its wake.
There was room now to turn and make a getaway. Judy refused. She had to say thank you if the words burned her tongue.
He said it first. He came down the rutted driveway, wiping neck and brow with a handkerchief.
"Thank you for giving me a chance to apologize. I was a bit wrought up over that misleading advertising."
Judy nodded. "But shouldn't the blame be placed on the person inserting the advertisement? A newspaper or an agency doesn't go faring forth in the country to establish authenticity."
"Like a druggist selling anything brought in because the one who placed it for sale said it was good?"
"Advertisements," she informed him icily, "are not lethal."
"Morally they can be if, say, an old person stakes his last dime on a venture. Oh, here we go again."
Judy was silent. Darn those blue-shirt blues, she thought; they're gagging me.
Smiling, she managed, "Well, as you know all about advertising, thank you for clearing a way for me to turn around."
And no, she was in no mood to wait for her sister-in-law.
"I feel she should have the full impact of this purchase without any assistance from anyone, not even a shoulder-" she looked at Jones' shoulder-"to cry upon."
"Is that being kind?"
"Sorry; my kindness has been used up. What Martha needs is a cure."
He suggested he turn her car around, as he knew that driveway. She almost refused, then looked at the ruts and decided she'd better not. She had no desire to spend the night there, stuck.
Spend the night stuck. The very words stuck in her thoughts. Martha, her heavy station wagon full of dogs, would be stuck there until daylight, for Martha would not stop until she had viewed the place. She'd believe it the charming home advertised, with utilities on, even food conjured out of thin air awaiting her.
Judy glanced up. That cloud clearance sale hadn't been properly advertised. There'd been no takers. Now remnants, ragged ones, were piling up on the bargain counter.
"Want to tell me?" asked Jones.
"I've only known you three and a half hours."
"Then I'll tell you. You're thinking of your sister-in-law pulling in here around midnight and being unable to pull out. Right?"
She nodded. "Alone would be bad enough. But she may have a cortege of bill collectors and maybe a sheriff right behind her. Yet if I give you money to buy them off and there aren't any and you give it to her, she's capable of having the outside of the house painted before she stops to see if the faucets work."
And then she felt terrible. "Please don't pay any attention to me. Martha is lovely, charming, beautiful. But she's so accustomed to being looked after she doesn't realize there's no one but me left to look after her."
Jones looked thoughtful. "Why don't you come up and look the house over? Maybe that will ease your mind."
"You have keys?"
"Keys? I doubt there are any."
Judy made a tour of the house and panted with exasperation. Relieve her mind! Great goodness, this man didn't know his Marthas.
He didn't know how this place would affect her sister-in-law. It would be a challenge, from the high ceilings to the curving staircase which ascended at a fifty-degree angle.
Straight out of the gay nineties, and she'd go forth to buy furniture to match.
Upstairs, she looked at the small bedrooms and saw walls coming out.
But it was the kitchen that froze her to the scarred linoleum floor."
"Primitive?" asked Jones, laughter in his voice.
An iron sink with a hand pump attached! "That won't stop her," Judy worried.
"How much does a power pump cost? And for goodness' sake, is there enough water to make it worthwhile?"
"Oh, yes, water is one asset here. Shallow wells produce as much as deep wells on the hill."
Judy worried her way to the only bedroom downstairs. The house, advertised as furnished, was. But what furniture! How could the exquisite Martha sleep in such as that? The mattress damp, despite the fact that summer had hovered over the place.
"Would your nice Mrs. Padroni have time to clean just two rooms-the kitchen and this? I don't know what to do about this bed."
"How about the living room? There's a couch there. Your sister-in-law is due when?"
"Tomorrow," And at his start, "But she won't be here then. Martha is always late. And no, she won't call me so I can alert you. She'll be coming up through Reno, to Sacramento, then north. If she runs true to form, she'll spend the first few nights in the valley at motels, lost."
They walked back to the car, and now the clouds had gathered. William John cheered her with the five-day forecast: rain, heavy at times. He'd check the chimneys, get in dry wood, start fires and try to dry the place out.
Judy didn't know why he should go to such bother. "We do out here. We're all neighbors." Another asset.
Contrite, she turned. "Please forgive me. I've given you such a poor opinion of Martha. She's really wonderful. When my parents died she took me into her home. She seemed more related to me than my brother. Sometimes I think Martha's weakness is love. She loves everybody and everything."
"You consider love a weakness?"
"A luxury. One I can't afford."
She stepped into her car and patted it. When William John commented, "Nice little buggy," she nodded.
"It's been paid for, three years. It runs beautifully. And I don't have to impress anyone."
"My, you are sure of yourself," he muttered.
It almost spoiled their goodbye. She thanked him again and handed him a hundred dollars, to be fed to Martha in bits. She heard him promise he'd go right after Mrs. Padroni. The tires slithering, she got under way.
When she reached the safety of the macadamized road, Judy took time to glare at the sky. Why couldn't it have gathered earlier, poured, driven Benjy into his car to bring her up here?
Weathermen! They were like newscasters. Nothing good was worth talking about. She could just see them rubbing their hands together, gloating over the storm riding in.
As Judy inserted the key in her apartment door, she heard the telephone ringing. It rang right up to the instant she lifted the receiver, but the person calling had hung up. What was more frustrating?
Martha? Benjy? Who?
Benjy. She'd had a dinner date with him. He'd be starved or would have given her up. It was eight-thirty.
Judy was exhausted. She reclined on the sofa and fell into a deep sleep.
Her dream was fantastic. Benjy had come to the door and walked in as she emerged wet and naked from the shower. She tried to cover herself with a small towel, but her rich pubic mound and fold showed under the hem.
"Benjy!" she cried.
He was grinning as she let the towel drop and cupped her tits. "Like what you see?" she asked him.
"You've got a great body, baby. I've wanted to fuck your snatch for a long time!"
She grinned and turned, giving him a view of her incredible backside. She heard him suck in his breath and fuss with his trousers.
She turned around and Benjy's pulsing pecker was bare. It stood out from his body like a steel shaft, hard and unflagging. She marveled at how thick around it was. The red head seemed to be glinting at the tip with a drop of fluid.
"Don't just stand there," she implored. "Let's do something."
Benjy tore off the rest of his clothes and came up to her, lowering his face to her bulging bosoms. He sucked and licked them until every inch was wet, and her whole chest heaved.
Meanwhile her hands were fondling his huge member. It seemed to twitch with each little stroke. "Now you're a man with something to be proud of," she said.
Judy smiled as she said it. Of all the things that surprised her about Benjy, the size of his cock surprised her the most.
It was at least nine-inches long, and rockhard. It was well shaped and healthy-looking. She looked at his face and laughed when she saw that he was blushing. "There's nothing to be ashamed of," Judy said. "I've never seen a better-looking one in my life!"
He finished his drink and poured out another. "You want me to freshen that up for you?" he asked.
Judy held out her glass. The Scotch was incredibly smooth and hit the spot for her. As Benjy poured another shot into her glass she felt his thick prick brush up against her thigh. Judy reached down and gripped it and Benjy almost dropped the bottles.
"I like the feel of it," she said.
"I wonder if you'll like the taste of it as well," Benjy managed to say.
Judy laughed. "Well!" Judy said. "I didn't think you were ever going to ask!"
She placed her drink on the coffee table and got down on her knees. She could see that Benjy's legs were trembling with excitement.
Judy reached out and gripped him firmly by the root. Then she aimed his now-hard cock at her lips.
It was going to be a pleasure for them both, she thought.
When she pushed the head of his cock past her wet, warm lips, she saw that Benjy's knees almost buckled with the pleasure of it.
She quickly took another three or four inches into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, anxious to get it on. She loved doing it-such a wonderful change from her usual in-charge attitude. She liked to be on her knees with a thick cock between her lips.
Judy was bobbing her head back and forth, loving the feel of his thick member. She cupped his balls and squeezed them gently, aware of how sensitive they were.
And then suddenly Benjy pulled away from her, and Judy looked up at him. He looked guilty. "I couldn't let you go on," he said.
"Why not?" Judy demanded. She did not like to be deprived of pleasure.
"Because I was so close to coming that I was afraid I'd fill that wonderful mouth of yours."
Judy laughed. "Well," she said, "why do you think I was sucking you? It's what I want!"
"I want to save it for later-make a deposit where it belongs!" Benjy answered.
"In that case," Judy said, "get busy down here!" She sat back on the floor and opened her legs for him. "Here's a way you can make up for it," she said.
Benjy dove between her legs instantly. He was crouched in front of her, a thigh in each hand. His warm mouth and hot tongue gently parted her folded flesh and she was quickly squirming in his grip, waves of hot lewd pleasure washing over her.
Judy cupped her firm breasts in her hands and pinched her nipples into erection. She sighed with pleasure as his tongue centered on her aroused clitoris. She held his head in place as his tongue then penetrated her pink softness, edging into her wet, glistening flesh.
She felt as if she were going to burst with hot pleasure. "That's enough," she finally said. She could see that his cock was throbbing with excitement. She wanted it where it would do the most good.
Judy reclined and Benjy wasted no time in mounting her. He thrust into her quickly, loving the feel of her hot pussy wrapped around his hard cock.
Then he pumped steadily, loving the feel of her, the way she linked her legs across his back and the way she seemed to anticipate his every move.
Judy was coming in waves of pleasure that were intensified when she felt the warm jets of Benjy's juice as he poured it to her, screaming her name in her ear all the while.
And then Judy awoke, sweaty and excited. How long had she been asleep? She checked her watch. Only ten minutes.
The doorbell rang, and this time it was Benjy for real. Something in his innocent look after the way he'd fucked her in her fantasy made Judy take notice. She looked over at his pants and noticed a very healthy, still-soft bulge.
Hmmmmmm, she thought. Maybe that dream made some sense.
"I'd been calling and calling. I finally came over to see if you were okay," said Benjy.
"I'm sorry. Come on in. Unfortunately dinner is at the dinette tonight."
Benjy looked almost hurt as they walked in and he saw the bare dining room table, but after she'd whipped up a good meal and started telling him her tale of her trip, he began to feel better. Only when she started describing William John did Benjy again get itchy.
"Judy," Benjy said, fixing her with a stern eye, "are you writing copy for an ad on the guy or are you in love with the lug?"
"In love?" she cried, "with him?"
"By the way you've rated him, he'd make a damn fine husband."
She kissed him. "Oh Benjy, you are so damn smart."
Now he was really confused. "Now just what the hell are you talking about?"
She just looked at him with a bright smile and a finger in the corner of her mouth.
"Oh, Benjy," she said soulfully, "you do have the best ideas. I couldn't, but do you think you could sell him on the idea?"