Chapter 11

"Wow, Mikki! Where'd you get these groovy boots?"

"At the Crop n' Saddle, where else!" Mikki returned from behind her lipstick brush. "If you'd like, I'll let you borrow them sometime."

"Oh cool, Mikki! Really?"

"Sure kid, what are sisters for?"

Jacqui, bouncing one of the ultra high-heeled patent leather boots in her hands, sat on the edge of her sister's bed, studying Mikki's reflection in the mirror over the dressing table. "You know, Mikki, I'm awfully glad it turned out the way it did and all. Jason Trimble had such a blast I swear he almost gave Daddy's money back to him! Anyway, at least he's not going to bother us any more. And you know, I guess ... well, I think I had you all wrong!"

"That's okay, Jacqui. I think I've had myself all wrong, too. Even Ward seems to think so."

"Ward?"

"Sure, you ought to give him a chance when he comes home next week. My husband's really a pretty nice guy once you get to know him."

"Jacqui's nose crinkled. "But, he seems so ... so straight!"

"Oh? You should read that last letter I got from him."

"What's it say?"

"It says he approves of my fucking other men while he's gone. It says as long as I promise not to get pregnant, I can fuck five times a day ... as long as I tell him about it."

"God! Ward said that?"

"MMMMmm!" she brushed her hair back softly with a brush, snapping a pair of old-fashioned spitcurls over her ears, just for fun.

"D-Did you tell him about Daddy?"

"Yes. I even told him about you and the hitchhiker."

"Jesus, what did he say about that?"

"He wants me to do it ... and he wants me to tape record the whole thing."

"Are you going to, Mikki?"

Mikki stood, admiring herself before the large mirror over the dresser. "That's where I'm going tonight. Benny's coming over to pick me up in about a half-hour."

"I hope you don't get one like I did!"

"Oh, I do! I want to try everything!" The twenty four year old housewife turned to face her younger sister then, her hands resting on her hips. "What do you think of this skirt?"

"God, Mikki, even mine aren't that short!"

"It's an old cheerleader skirt of mine. I feel pretty good about still being able to get into it."

"And out of it!" Jacqui finished for her. "Are you wearing any panties under it?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

Mikki sat down next to Jacqui then and began putting on her boots. Her skin-tight white blouse did little to hide the fact that she was not wearing a brassiere beneath it. Her nipples, beige and already stiffening in anticipation of the lewd night of illicit fucking ahead, stood out boldly against the thin material.

"Hey, I think Benny's here, Mikki. I just heard a car pull in the driveway."

"Oh, good, he's early!" she smoothed the leather of the second boot over her trim ankle and stood, pirouetting before the large mirror. "Well," she said, "what do you think?"

"I think you'll probably get raped before you get out of the house!"

"MMMMmmm! "

Mikki's foot hovered momentarily between the gas and the brake, then decided on the brake. Slowly, she depressed the foot pedal, easing the car over to the road shoulder. It was risky, picking up two guys, but just that much more exciting too!

"Hi! You fellas need a ride?"

God, she'd never seen such a rough-looking pair of men in her life. They looked like a couple of escape convicts or something. Ward would be pleased.

"It's kind of lonely for a girl to be out driving all alone on a night like this," she went on as the door slammed shut behind the last of the two men. "A girl could get raped or something." A shiver of lewd delight raced up her spine. "Take me, for instance. My husband's in the Army over in Vietnam," she lied, weaving her elaborate tale, "and I'm supposed to be staying with my sister in Chicago. Jeez, if somebody wanted to rape me, I couldn't do a damned thing about it without getting myself into trouble!" She could hear the breathing of the two men begin to quicken as she continued. "I mean, God, they could make me do anything they wanted and I'd have to do it! They could make me blow them, or fuck me in the asshole ... all night long ... and I couldn't even yell for help! ... God, they could even beat me if they wanted to!"

"Pull over!"

I thought you'd never ask!