Chapter 3

"Hello," Mary said into the telephone receiver. "May I speak to Mr. Adams, please? It's very important!"

The secretary's voice at the other end of the line asked Mary her name and then told her to wait while she inquired if Mr. Adams was in the office yet. Mary waited impatiently, her nervous fingers drumming a tattoo on the coffee table. She had arisen early after a fitful sleep, anxious to speak to the lawyer. Now she could hardly bear to wait another second to have him start working toward Ralph's release.

"Ah, Mrs. Stewart, good morning," the smooth voice on the telephone greeted her unctuously. "My congratulations on your recent marriage!"

"Oh thank God I've finally gotten you, Mr. Adams," Mary said quickly, "I've been trying to get you since last night. I'm worried sick about Ralph!"

"Now, now, Mrs. Stewart. Patience is what we need -- not hysteria."

"But Ralph said to call you right away and you weren't in last night.. . What are they going to do to him?"

"Calm yourself, please, Mrs. Stewart," the oily voice was saying to her, "I've spoken to your husband this morning and I've been waiting for your call so that I could arrange bail."

"You've talked to Ralph?" Mary gasped, "how is he? Can you get him out of jail?"

There was a pause at the other end of the line and then the smooth came back on again.

"Your husband is fine, Mrs. Stewart. He told me that you had something for me. Is that correct?"

For a moment Mary was puzzled by what he meant.

"I don't understand! He told you that I have something of yours?"

"Come now, Mrs. Stewart. You know what I mean!" the lawyer's voice sounded impatient and a little angry. "Your husband told me that he had given you some . .. uh, that is ... he entrusted a sum of money to you. Isn't that correct?"

"Oh, yes, he did -- money for his bail," Mary said with relief, "Can I come right over to your office?"

"Where are you now, Mrs. Stewart?" the lawyer asked her, his voice more friendly now. When Mary gave him the address of the apartment, the man said that his office was nearby and that it would be more convenient for him to come to see her. Mary was puzzled again but she said nothing! Her only wish was to have Ralph released quickly and she would do anything for that.

Mr. Adams hung up, telling Mary that he would be there in a half-hour. While she waited for the lawyer to arrive, Mary dressed and made coffee. As she applied the light makeup she usually wore she was startled by the dark circles under her eyes. The awful incidents of yesterday and the worry had taken their toll. In the harsh morning light she looked years older. She was staring at her face in the mirror when the doorbell rang. Quickly, she ran to the apartment door and opened it.

George Adams stood in the doorway and admired his client's taste in women. The young girl who stood there with her hand on the door was breathtakingly lovely. By God, George Adams thought as he gazed intently at the girl's voluptuous figure, when Ralph goes to prison he'll have some pleasant memories to take with him. George could hardly tear his eyes away from Mary.

"Mr. Adams?" Mary asked. She could feel the man's eyes undressing her and she immediately disliked him.

"Correct," the lawyer answered, "and you must be the lovely Mrs. Stewart."

Without waiting for an invitation, George Adams walked into the room and looked around, trying to assess the value of the furnishings. He suspected that some of his fee for handling Ralph Stewart's case might have to come from some other source than his client. Although the apartment seemed to be comfortably furnished, he detected no signs of any abnormal wealth.

"Very nice apartment, Mrs. Stewart," Adams said smiling, "Do you pay a big rent?"

Mary was startled by the question. Until the moment she had never considered the matter of rent or how she was to live until Ralph's troubles were solved. She knew now that his story about the inheritance must be false. When she gave the lawyer the money that Ralph had given her she would be penniless again.

"I really don't know, Mr. Adams," she replied. "About Ralph? Can you get him out today?"

George only stood there smiling. He was trying to size up the beautiful young girl. At fifty years of age, and after practicing criminal law for almost twenty-five years, George knew human nature. His clients were mostly petty criminals who were always good for repeat business. His fees were large enough to impress them but small enough for the clients to afford by burglary or drug pushing in a minor way. That was how George came to know Ralph Stewart. Ralph had been hardly more than a teenager when he first employed George to defend him on a car-theft charge. He had gotten him probation. During the course of Ralph's first trial he had come to look on George Adams as a real friend. George reciprocated by introducing the handsome young boy to an older woman whose antique shop was a cover for her fencing of stolen goods. The woman had given Ralph a real taste for the better things in life and had made him a trusted assistant in the business as well as her lover. The year before she had gone to prison, leaving Ralph with no means to satisfy his insatiable craving for luxury. He had turned to armed robbery as a last resort. George knew that his haul in the robbery for which he was now charged was well over-twenty-thousand dollars and he meant to get whatever was left for himself.

"Of course I can get Ralph out, but it'll cost money," George said finally. "How much did Ralph give you?"

Mary hesitated. She distrusted the man and suspected that he was much more intelligent than she was. His eyes seemed to be reading her every thought, from her initial dislike to her current suspicions. She hated to give him all of Ralph's money but there seemed to be no other way.

"I have a little over three thousand dollars," she lied, hoping he would believe her.

"Oh no, little girl, it's going to take much more than that to spring an arch criminal like your husband." George seemed to be laughing at her. His eyes resumed their relentless search over her lovely young body. "I'd say it would take almost ten thousand to get Ralph out!"

"But Ralph said that you were his friend -- that you'd help him," Mary was almost in tears again. She tried to face the man squarely but his eyes were staring at her swelling breasts.

"I am his friend ... and I will help him," the older man replied with mock sincerity. "Haven't you any money of your own? Your family could help perhaps?"

Mary shook her head, desperately trying to think where she might raise the additional money. There seemed to be no way out of her dilemma.

"Of course I might be able to raise a couple of thousand by selling Ralph's car," George stated. "The police haven't impounded it have they?" He had seen the expensive car downstairs and he knew where he could sell it for at least five thousand.

"Would that be enough?" Mary asked in a quavering voice. She had to have Ralph home, whatever the cost.

George's mind was racing now. He knew the terrified girl would do whatever he said to have her handsome young husband out of jail. Not that is was possible, of course. The bail would probably be set at fifty thousand or more and there was no hope of finding a bondsman willing to post that amount. The three thousand from the girl and the five thousand from the sale of the car would pay George's fee however. And George would do his best for Ralph even though he knew that a long prison sentence would probably be given. For a moment George considered taking the blonde-haired girl as part of the bargain. She was a real temptation -- young, beautiful, and obviously vulnerable at this moment. Still, he had more than his share of girls like Mary and it might complicate things if Ralph were to be acquitted by some fluke. George respected Ralph's temper if nothing else.

"You just let me worry about that," George said smoothly, "Get me the money you have and the pink slip for the car."

Mary went into the bedroom to retrieve the money from her handbag. She stood by the bed counting it, wondering if she should keep at least a few dollars from the thirty-eight new one-hundred dollar bills. She had no money of her own and if Ralph were not released immediately there would be some expenses. She decided to keep one of the bills for emergencies.

Just as she was stuffing the money into her handbag she felt a hand pull her roughly around.

"Trying to hold out on me, huh?" George said angrily as he pulled the money from Mary's hand. He placed the larger wad of bills into his trouser pocket and then emptied Mary's bag onto the bed and pawed through the contents. A look of disgust crossed his face as he found only the one one-hundred dollar bill and a few singles. The one hundred dollars joined the others in his pocket.

George Adams was genuinely outraged that the girl should try and hold out the money from him.

"You little bitch, I break my ass to try and help your husband out of serious trouble and you can't even be honest with me!" His face was flushed and angry.

"I wasn't ... it's just that I don't have any money!" Mary replied, terrified of the man. She could see his fists clenching and his face redden.

George was suddenly aware of just how frightened the beautiful young blonde was. And by God, he thought, she is beautiful. The thin dress she wore barely concealed the swelling breasts with the taut nipples thrusting against the cloth and the soft curves of her hips and thighs. She was like a frightened young child -- a child who could be his for the taking. His eyes went to the indentation where her legs came together. George wondered what it would be like to spread those long legs and make her cry out for mercy as his thick cock forced its way into her tight little pussy. He licked his lips as he thought about the girl's tender young body obscenely spread out beneath his own heaving flesh.

George unclenched one of his hands and brought it up in a lightning motion. The cupped palm landed squarely on Mary's cheek, causing her to cry out in pain as her body fell backward onto the bed. As she fell her legs came apart and the short dress she wore hiked up around her hips. George's eyes followed her sudden collapse and he gasped as Mary's panty-covered hips came into view. The thin nylon material barely covered the soft pubic mound and the plump pussy lips that beckoned so invitingly. He could see the furrow where her flesh came together to guard the tight little pussy. Perspiration broke out on his forehead as he drank in the sight of the young body spread out before him. Mary was oblivious to everything but the fiery pain in her face and she made no move to bring her legs together.

Suddenly Mary felt a weight on the bed beside her and she opened her frightened eyes to see the thick-set figure of George Adams next to her. Before she could move, his hands were pulling her dress upwards toward her waist. He was like a frenzied animal and Mary screamed for him to stop. Instead, he seemed even more determined to pull the dress from her. She was no match for the man and, try as she might to stop him, she knew that she was losing the battle. In a last desperate attempt, she tried to claw at the man's panting face as her body rolled from side to side in a frantic effort to escape his awful hands.

George felt the long fingernails rake down his tender skin and he reacted quickly by letting go of the dress and grasping her wrists firmly in his hands. As he struggled to hold the terrified girl down his face came within inches of hers.

"STOP IT YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he ordered, his hot breath coming in panting gasps. His legs closed over hers to keep Mary from kicking.

"Stop it ... please! Ralph will kill you when he finds out!" Mary pleaded. She could hardly believe what was happening to her. Suddenly, George began to laugh.

"Kill me? That's a good one, you try to hold out on me with his bail money and he's going to kill me!"

Mary felt the heavy leg trying to force her thighs apart and she clamped them tightly together. The rough cloth of the man's trouser leg was scraping against her tender flesh and she wanted to scream in pain and humiliation. Her eyes pleaded with him silently to stop the degradation and shame.

"It's about time you learned the facts of life, honey," the man said, still holding her tightly. "The only way Ralph is going to get out of jail is through me ... and you better not do anything to upset me!"

"I don't know what you mean," Mary gasped, knowing only too well exactly what he meant.

George suddenly released her wrists and sat up on the bed. An obscene smile flashed across his lips as Mary pulled her dress down around her hips.

"If you want to see your precious husband again you're going to do exactly as I say." There was no mistaking the menacing tone in his voice. "And what I want you to do right now is to get undressed!"

Mary shook her head violently and tried to sit up. George Adams pushed her back down on the bed.

"You don't get it, do you?" he said with annoyance. "Unless you do exactly as I tell you your Ralph is going to prison!"

It was too awful to be true, Mary thought. She seemed to be completely at the mercy of this filthy old man. She had no money and no way of getting Ralph out without him. She had to have Ralph out of jail to protect her. What would it matter if she did what the man said, if it would mean she would be reunited with her handsome young husband?

George read the girl's thoughts and knew he had won. It was her own fault, he told himself. He had been willing to leave the apartment after he had gotten the money. She had brought it on herself with her stupid attempt to cheat him out of a measly hundred dollars. He brought his hand down and began to caress the girl's leg. This time she did not stop him although he could see from her eyes that she was still terrified.

"That's better," he said soothingly, "you and I are going to get along just fine. And Ralph will be seeing you soon."

Mary wanted to pry the fat fingers away from her leg, but his huge hands held her fast, pinching and kneading at the soft tanned flesh.

"You're hurting me," she told him weakly. "Please stop!"

"Why don't you just relax, honey? It would make things a lot easier on you if you quit trying to fight me." His breath was rapidly increasing as his fingers manipulated her flesh upward until they were resting on the narrow strip of elastic of her panties. He pushed the tight legband aside and forced one finger inside, massaging the soft sparse hair of her pubic mound. She felt helpless and used, being pushed and prodded at his will, but there was nothing she could do to get away, no chance to jump from the bed and run.

His fingers worked furiously and even though his hand was cramped by the tight panties he did not let up on his degrading pawing. Mary moved involuntarily when she felt the tip of his middle finger join the other and find the soft tender bud of her clitoris and begin to work it around and around in a small circular motion.

No matter how she turned, his fingers kept their place, firmly planted inside the thin unprotecting strip of nylon that ran between her legs.

She could feel his prodding and pinching becoming more insistent as his passion and lust began to build, his touch more demanding until she felt the cruel onslaught of one thick finger push cruelly into the tiny, tight slit of her vagina. Her muscles contracted automatically as if in an effort to push him out of her, but it was futile. The palm of his hand massaged her sensitive vaginal lips until she thought that they would be scraped from her body by his callous hands.

Tears of humiliation and fear were streaming down her cheeks and once more she tried to claw his hand away from her body. Her fingernails dug into the hardness of his arm, scratching him so severely that she drew blood. Instinctively he drew his free hand back and struck her across the face again.

"You bitch, you'll pay for that little display of temper," he shouted at her.

As she rubbed the pain in her cheek away, Mary could see a huge bulge growing ever larger within his trousers, and she watched it half-fearfully, half-fascinated by the large, pulsing organ. He caught her staring at him and said: "You'll get a good view of that in a few minutes," he said laughing at her, which only increased her already flowing tears.

"Take off your clothes!" he commanded, his gleaming eyes half-misted over with lust. "I want to see if that young pussy looks as good as it feels."

She didn't move, but lay there staring at him and tried to inch her way further across the bed, but his rough arm caught her and held her fast.

"Looks like I'll have to help you, doesn't it?" he said, tearing at the cotton dress she was wearing and ripping it from her protesting body. She tried to pull away from his vise-like grip but it was no use. He pulled and tugged until the material finally gave and Mary heard a loud ripping sound and felt the cool air wash over her almost naked body.

Mary lay there, clad only in the thin nylon panties and bra, terrified as to what the man would do next. Almost immediately she felt the hands running over her calves and knees and up the inside of her thighs until, once again he could feel the soft flimsy nylon of her protective panties. He tugged at the elastic with both hands, his body pinning her to the bed and pulled her thin panties from her buttocks, his fingers prodding and working between her open thighs.

She writhed and squirmed under his weight, but it only exhausted her, and she could not move enough to throw him off. He let the panties drop to the floor and busied himself with the open, inviting pussy in front of him. His fingers caressed the tender inside flesh of her thighs until she thought she would scream in agony.

The sight of Mary's nakedness excited George and he wondered if the zipper at his fly would be able to contain his pulsing cock straining to get out. He fumbled with the hook of her brief lace brassiere, but it was fastened tightly, so he pushed it up and pulled her smooth full breasts out into full view. The tanned smoothness of her skin contrasted with the white flesh of her breasts and pink nipples, and he drew a sharp breath. Her soft, firm breasts were pushed up almost grotesquely outside the brassiere and it pinched her.

"That hurts me," she cried, as his mouth came down on the nipple of one breast and his tongue swirled wetly around it, forcing it into involuntary erectness. His hands were hampered by the cloth and lace of her still hooked brassiere so he grabbed the front and ripped it in half and threw the now useless rag to the floor. Her breasts now hung completely free, voluptuous shaped mounds of smooth soft flesh.

He ran his hands over every curve of her body like a starved man would grab for food, insistent and excited. She knew that it would do her no good to struggle so she tried to steel her mind and body against the horrible attack that was momentarily going to take place against her helpless naked body.

Her one arm was pinned against the bed by his shoulder and the other pounded uselessly on his broad, strong back until she gave up completely.

He stared down at her, his face just inches away from her body and his voice thick with lust.

"You're going to enjoy this, baby. Believe me, you're going to enjoy this!" His eyes devoured every inch of her body, the smooth supple, white skin. She had a body which, half-hidden by clothes, suddenly blossomed into much more provocative dimensions when revealed, and he wanted to feel every inch of her tremble under his touch until she would beg him to take her. This thought alone brought wild, uncontrolled lust pounding through his veins as his fingers teased over the slimness of her waist, the long curved shapeliness of her legs, the small roundness of her buttocks and the firm, pointed protrusion of her breasts. She kept her eyes tightly closed and tried to think of something else -- anything else, but with each movement and each cruel pinch or pull, she was reminded of her terrible, humiliating position, her utter helplessness at the hands of the sex-crazed lawyer who held the fate of her husband in his hands.

His hands stopped their exploring for just a moment and she heard the lewd sound of his zipper as he started to take off his clothes. Within moments, he had removed his suit coat, shirt, shoes, trousers, and shorts and she could feel his hairy, barrel chest crush down on her and his monstrously pulsing organ jerk frantically into the soft fleshiness of her loins. His rigidly throbbing phallus penetrated between her tightly pressed thighs, squeezing between the white, smooth flesh until she was forced to yield sufficiently to let him take her.

"Open your legs," he commanded, driven by relentless passion and lust. "Wider."

Mary's knees were weak and she couldn't fight him when his hands raked savagely down her body, clawing her thighs apart until they were almost spread at 90-degree angles to her body. She felt as if she were being torn in half as he ground his hips sensuously into her open, widely spread crotch. His massive rod rubbed against the swollen vaginal lips, teasing, tantalizing, and regardless of her fear and disgust for this pig of a man who was on top of her, she could feel an automatic reaction begin involuntarily through her body. She turned under him in an effort to deter his aim, but his penis was so thick and long that no matter how she twisted and churned, it seemed to follow her relentlessly like a stalking snake.

His mouth crushed her haughtily tilted breasts, biting harshly at the tender, erect nipples, and running his tongue over the soft, white mounds, flicking, punishing, driving and forcing her to want his lewd advances.

"Ooooooooohhhhh," she moaned, abandoning any thought of trying to stop him. "Don't. .. don't," she whimpered, her voice weak from her struggle and also from the unwanted desire that was building in her. She knew that she shouldn't be enjoying this, but her body was denying her mind. She tried to think of Ralph, her poor husband who loved her so much and who had only yesterday brought her to such heights of pleasure. But it was no good, her body thought only of her older man who lay atop her, bringing her to such a frenzy of desire.

His hands gripped and stroked her as he rose and fell on the soft, resilient flesh of her cushioning body, gradually moving downward until his face was poised just over her open loins, his hands wrapped firmly around her smooth white buttocks and his barrel chest between her outstretched legs, keeping them wide apart. His tongue began to trace a pattern up the inside of her spread-eagled loins until she could feel his mouth around the hardened tip of her clitoris, his lewdly extended tongue licking at it hungrily. Her hands were no longer trying to fight him off, but instead ran over the back of his head and neck, keeping his mouth in place while she squirmed against him.

"Ooooooooohhhhhh, ooooooohhhhh, no ... no don't," her voice lied as she ground her lust-inflamed pussy into his face, " ... aaahhhh, yes, yes ... YESSSS!"

His teeth nipped at the tender, pink lips of her pussy until his tongue found the tiny, pink slit of her warm, throbbing channel. Then, just as she began to feel the same sensations as yesterday, the panting older man slid back up her body and raised himself over her.

"Like that, baby?" he asked obscenely, his eyes sparkling with lust and desire.

"Ooohhhh yes ... don't stop now ... please!" she whispered, her voice trailing off into silence, her mouth open, gaping helplessly with the depth of the passion she felt for the man's moist and demanding tongue.

George's cock was throbbing wildly and he knew he couldn't control the white hot sperm that was building with such ferocious pressure in his loins. But there was one further humiliation he had to inflict on this helpless young girl to show her that he was the master.

"You want me?" he rasped. "Beg me for it!" The cruel tone in his voice was back, demanding that she degrade herself.

"Yes, yes ... please ... please ... I can't stand it anymore!" she pleaded, unable to control herself.

He was delighted with her subservient tone, the groveling as he moved up on her body and directed his massive penis at her tiny throbbing opening. At first he pushed just hard enough so that the blood-red knob of his throbbing cock entered her, and she tried to raise her hips to take up the whole shaft. As her body struggled forward he withdrew his hard erect cock to torture her further. She would have to wait; he was the master and she the slave; he would dictate the terms of her surrender.

George wanted her to wait until she thought she would die, a sadistic power driving him to make her want to feel degraded to an extent she would never forget.

"Now ... now ..." she whimpered up into his face.

George thrust forward and the enormous cock-head spread the pussy lips wide as it began it's relentless assault up into the sweet depths of Mary's tender flesh. She could feel it pressing mightily against the tight muscles of her tiny pussy, the pressure building as it suddenly lunged forward and the huge white shaft entered her.

Mary thought she was being split in two by the huge iron-hard organ. It seemed to fill her with a fiery pain as her protesting velvet inside-flesh cried out with alarm and clasped tightly together to stop the awful assault. On and on his relentless cock moved, forging ahead with an earnest and terrifying speed as her legs were forced wider apart and his thick body came down to crush her into the mattress.

"OOOHHHHH GOOOOOODDDDD! STOP ... YOU'RE KILLING ME!" she screamed to his unhearing ears.

Then, just as suddenly, it stopped and she could feel his coarse pubic hair grinding into her tender vaginal mound as he prepared to withdraw the terrifyingly huge cock from her strained pussy. Out it came, sliding smoothly past the torn flesh until just the enormous knob-head remained inside. He paused for a split second and then rammed the thick column of flesh in again, the ragged pink edges of her pussy being sucked inward as it drove forward. Mary tried to force her legs apart even wider, afraid the man's terrible organ would kill as it pumped forward. His burgeoning cock plunged in until it rested at the door to her womb, then it slid out again, easier this time and with less pain. Time lost all meaning as the man repeated the pumping in and out, breathing heavily and moaning into her shoulders.

Mary wanted it over as quickly as possible and she tried to take up the older man's rhythm to force the sperm out of him quickly. It was difficult at first but she soon found it easier, and she thrust upward to meet his large cock sawing into her. She could feel the protective lubricating juices begin to flow from her protesting pussy and it made his terrible thrusts less painful. Then, just as she wondered if it would ever end, she felt a warmth build up in her loins and she found herself concentrating on the wanton movements of her pelvis as the sensations became stronger and stronger. She tried to tell herself that this was wrong but her body ignored her mind, and the warmth became pleasure. There was no more pain now, only a wild desire to have the terrible man continue the fierce pounding that was bringing her such delicious sensations in her pussy and stomach.

George Adams felt the change in Mary's movements and he smiled lewdly to himself and began to pump harder. Her legs seemed to be stretching out wider and wider to give him complete access to the whole of her gyrating cuntal area. He heard her voice cry out to him.

"Harder ... Fuck me harder!"

Mary felt the man pick up the tempo of his driving thrusts and she dug her heels violently into the soft mattress as her pussy began to arch up to meet the mammoth prick pushing into her.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh, God!" she groaned, long moans being sucked out of her by the force of his body pressing into her flattened breasts. Her tight, sperm-hungry pussy clasped and unclasped lasciviously around the pounding cock as though trying to swallow him, sucking him deeper and deeper with each jackhammering thrust up into the depths of her cunt.

Her long legs came up from the mattress and fastened themselves around George's buttocks, tensing as they pulled him down onto her inflamed pussy and then relaxing as his body pulled away to leave only the tip of the huge organ inside the heated orifice before the next maddening thrust.

"I-I'm going to cum ... cuuuuuuuu mmmmmmmm ... Ooooo ... yesssss ... Now! Fuck it harder ... FUCK IT HARDER ... HARDER ... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screamed out into the bedroom as her body jerked violently up against him in turbulent sexual explosions brought on much too prematurely by the cruel teasing he had subjected her naked body to all those maddening minutes before.

Her pussy's clasping and sucking contractions around his huge pistoning rod of flesh made the desire churn deeper in his loins, and he too could suddenly feel the jerking spasms as his white-hot cum sped through his cock and blasted the viscous liquid up into her wildly milking pussy.

"Ooooooooooh, Ooooooohhhhhh," he grunted as he ground out his orgasm harder and harder with each deep powerful thrust, emptying the white sticky cum deep, deep up into the young wife's quivering belly.

The young blonde-haired wife moaned and twisted beneath his pounding pelvis, helpless in her own climax, until it seemed to her that she would burst from the pressure of his spurting semen. Then with a last soul-rending grunt, he finished and tried to pull away from her protesting body.

The wild young girl tried to hold him to her with her slender legs as she continued to experience the explosions of exquisite pleasure within her pussy. As the last spasm shot through her, she felt his rapidly-deflating organ shrink out of her vagina and her legs came down as his heavy body fell away from her and lay exhausted on the sperm-dirtied sheet.

Mary just lay there, completely immobile, exhausted from her primitive display of passion, humiliated, degraded and feeling completely ashamed and dirty. She knew that she had had no choice but to do what the older man wanted -- to let him shoot his thick sticky seed into her tender flesh, but ... Oh God, did she have to enjoy it? Did her body have to run away with her that way and give him the satisfaction of -- of knowing that she too had flooded her own womb with the uncontrolled juices of lust? That she too had wanted it and had even begged him to take her? Oh God, she thought, if Ralph ever knew. If he ever knew she would be unable to face him. She would dry up and die -- and -perhaps that would be best.

"You're a wild little piece of ass, baby." The spent and exhausted man said to her as he reached over and stroked her flat stomach.

"Please, please don't make it any worse," she whimpered, turning her head to the side. "I-I don't want to talk about it. Just get Ralph out of jail!"