From: Bistander <vallucanbe@gmail.com>

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Potential

bistander

Chapter 41

If We Help Each Other

Sunday evening, Evan looked back and forth from the kitchen to the living room. Other than what they were wearing, the scene seemed as it had been a few weeks ago. His father was in the recliner with a laptop and a bunch of papers, and Candy was loading the dishwasher. Everything appeared to be the same. Except, like a glass of water beside a glass of vodka, appearances can be deceiving. Nothing was the same, but Evan had to act as if nothing had changed. He was a stupid high school boy who never got to have sex; he was a walking boner. That's what Evan had been before school ended and his father went to China. He had walked the hallways with a hard-on for Darlene and no chance of getting laid. There hadn't been any Candy or Deana or Gloria.

Then, an avalanche of sex came his way. If sex were like tennis, Evan thought, my dick would have tennis elbow. That thought made him smile for the first time that day, and the next thought made him grin. A tiny little thing can set billions of pounds of snow sliding down a mountain. Isn't that what happened to him? "Mom, I'm going to Jason's for a little while."

Rules four and five, Evan thought as he moved beside Candy. Don't even think about or imagine doing something inappropriate with Mom. Rule five, don't touch Mom in a way that could lead to something inappropriate. He kissed Candy's cheek and imagined getting two handfuls of her ass so he could lift his mother off the floor. Her legs would wrap around his waist and he'd fuck Candy on the counter. If his father hadn't been one head turn away from seeing them, Evan might have broken rules four and five. Then what, stupid, he asked himself.

Evan knew if he started playing around, tested the limits, and tempted Candy, it would be impossible not to keep pushing the envelope. The excitement would increase each time they touched. Eventually, they'd kiss, and tick-tick, the timer would start running. The risk and danger would be thrilling, and things would ratchet up and up until boom, the bomb would explode. I'll be dead, Evan thought, and Candy won't have anybody to protect her. He went directly out the back door and got into his car.

This is good, Evan thought, drive to Jason's house. It will be easier there to ignore the noise in my head. He could stop thinking about his mother, and he wouldn't miss his sisters as much. Could he really miss Deana and Gloria so much after only a day? No, not in the normal sense. It was more like when they were little and lost Deana at Six Flags. At that age, Evan and Deana had never spent more than a few hours during school without each other. Suddenly, everyone was in a panic, asking, where's Deana, and looking everywhere, and Evan started crying. His other half was gone, and he felt lost, terrified, and completely alone. Deana had felt the same way out there in the huge amusement park, surrounded by thousands of strangers.

Their father was the only adult in the group who seemed calm. He yanked Evan by his arm and told him to stop acting like a little girl. Candy tried to console him, but John silenced her with a look.

Evan was the one who first spotted Deana, and ran to her. They hugged, crying until someone pulled them apart. His father gave Candy that look again and yelled at Deana for getting herself lost. The twins held hands the rest of the day.

She's with Rebecca at volleyball camp, Evan told himself, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Deana felt lost and needed him.

Becky might be home, Evan thought. That will help. It had been her featherweight body that triggered the sexual avalanche in his life. Becky had been the bottom rung on his ladder to the height of sexually inappropriate behavior. Really, Evan thought, she was the first stop on my highway to hell.

Becky had been off limits because of the sister agreement. Yet, Evan fucked her behind the dirt pile at Gloria's ballgame, and on Becky's bed with the door open so her mother might have seen them. The uncomfortable minutes with Mary in the kitchen before he left that morning made Evan pretty sure she knew he had fucked her daughter. And, of course, there was the thing that had really turned Evan's mind inside out. Becky got her brother to fuck her when she knew Evan was watching them. The little freak smiled at him while Jason forced the mule into her tiny body.

Now, turning onto Jason's Street, Evan was thinking about the threesome Becky had been talking about. It made him uneasy as much as it excited him. Technically, Evan had a threesome already, three times. Except, it was with two girls, and both times he fucked one girl while Deana mostly watched. And, I came in both of them, Evan thought. My twin sister knew it was going to happen both times, and Deana let me blow my load in Rebecca and Gloria.

A threesome with the fuckin' redhead would be a dream come true, but Evan knew that wasn't what Becky wanted. She was a freak, and Becky would want two guys at the same time. That was the part that made him uneasy. It wasn't because Jason's cock was so big. Well, actually, it was that, except not because the mule would put him to shame. Becky had told Evan his wasn't that much smaller, and it got really hard, and she loved that. The problem was, his and Jason's dick, and Becky would all be there together. There was no telling what that girl might get up to. More importantly, Evan wasn't sure how he might respond if Becky suggested something that crossed the line all straight boys drew in their minds. What if one of them went along with something the other didn't expect? Evan had been spending too much time watching Ms. Style movies and thinking about how he would respond if she pulled her cock out on him. In his mind, especially if Sally was there, Evan would do anything Ms. Style wanted to do, but that's in fantasy world while watching porn. In real life, it would be different.

Those concerns were all better to think about than the stuff going on at home. Evan parked on the street and cut across the lawn.

Jason's front door opened thirty seconds after Evan knocked. "Evan, come on in." Mary Barnes sounded normal, but her tone didn't match the smirk on Mary's face.

Evan's mouth went dry as he thought, Becky's mother. This is the first time I've seen Becky's mother since the incident. "Hi." All the weirdness, guilt, and fear from that day hit Evan like a brick to the head. "Jason, um, I'm here for Jason." That was stupid, Evan thought, of course I'm here for Jason, just like a thousand other times I've knocked on the door. Why couldn't he play it cool under pressure like Deana?

Mary repeated, "Come in," but she was still blocking most of the entrance.

Evan took a step forward and Mary turned just enough for him to pass her. Except, it wasn't enough room. Did my arm touch her tits? Shit, I touched Jason's mother's tits. Evan didn't remember pushing his arm out. Did that mean Mary wanted her tit to hit his arm?

Now, I'm thinking about those amazing cone-shaped tits, Evan thought. It had been so long since he saw Mary sitting naked on the toilet, yet the image came back instantly. Great, now I'm guilty about walking in on her, too. He started for Jason's room.

"Evan, would you pop into the kitchen with me?"

It might have been phrased like a question, but Ms. Barnes's voice didn't convey a question mark. "Sure." And her expression was, well Evan wasn't sure, but she seemed uncomfortable. Why wouldn't she be uncomfortable? She was going to confront him about fucking her daughter.

Once in the kitchen, Evan was ready to start apologizing as he turned, but one look at Ms. Barnes stopped him. In the foyer, the lighting had been dim, now the evening sun was low, flooding in through the window. Why hadn't his arm detected that? Jason's mother wasn't wearing a bra. A woman in her own house, wearing sweats and a T-shirt without a bra wouldn't be anything to write home about, except, Ms. Barnes, the librarian, normally dressed more conservatively than Candy when his father was home. Other than that huge mishap in the middle of the night, Evan had never seen Jason's mother not looking like an uptight librarian. Stop staring, he thought, jackass.

That required Evan to turn away from Jason's mother. It didn't work; Mary's nipples, tenting the thin material, were like flashing lights in Evan's mind. "Jason, uh, where's Jason?"

"He's not here." It had been barely above a whisper, yet Mary's words made Evan jerk. She was right behind him.

"But, uh, but." Are those her tits touching my back? Shit, this can't be happening. Her nipples were as big and hard as he had imagined them to be. But, Mary had always been like a mother, giving hugs, kisses on the cheek, and scoldings when needed. This had to be Evan's porno brain making something out of nothing. "Where is he?"

"I sent him down to Mrs. Nancy's house. She needed help with her . . . toilet."

Had she emphasized the word toilet? Evan considered moving, but Mary was too close, practically pinning him against the sink counter. "Don't worry, he won't be long." Her breath moved the hair by Evan's ear. "Unless he gets distracted by her daughter before he . . . comes . . . home."

Okay, it's official, Evan thought, Mary knows, she's not happy, and she's punishing me. "I, um, ma'am, I'm." What was he supposed to say, Becky made me do it? It was true, she had, but only Jason and Evan knew Becky could make boys do things they didn't want to do. Well, Evan hadn't wanted to before it started, then the only thing that mattered was fucking the shit out of that little freak. Becky set things in motion then drew the worst of him out. One trip behind the dirt pile was all it took, and Evan started crashing down fuck mountain, plowing anything that got in front of him. That was his story, and he'd stick to it. "Ma'am, Becky, um, Becky, she's."

Mary's tits smashed against Evan's back and her hands rested on his waist. It's Jason's mother, Evan told himself. Then, the lady with the tits that had been burned into Evan's brain, said, "I need you . . . needed you to reach something for me." She pointed to the small cabinets above the refrigerator. "Up there."

Porn, too many supplements, and fuck mountain had twisted up his mind. He thought everything was an opportunity to fuck someone. As if Mary Barnes, the librarian, and conservative motherly figure in my life is trying to fuck me. You're an idiot, Evan told himself. "Sure, yes, ma'am, it'd be my pleasure."

Evan leaned forward so he could move from in front of Mary without feeling like he was rubbing his back on her tits. "What do you need?" Evan asked as he went quickly toward the refrigerator.

"A lot," Mary said with a smirk, "but for now I'll settle for an attachment I've been searching for. It goes on the food processor. That's the only place I didn't look, and I was about to drag a chair over there."

Evan glanced around but didn't see a food processor anywhere. Oh well, he thought, it doesn't mean anything, and opened the two cabinet doors. "What's it look like?"

"It's one of the slicing things I never use."

Then why do you need it, Evan wondered, but kept his mouth shut. There was still a chance it hadn't all been in his mind. Right, jackass, Jason's mom wants a quick fuck in the kitchen when her son might walk in any second. Evan pulled out a stainless steel disk that was clearly for slicing things. "Is this it?"

When Evan turned, Mary was standing so close that his arm bumped across both of her tits. This time, his upper arm detected the stiff nipples. Evan was about to apologize, but Mary said, "Oh, yes . . . that's it."

As if it wasn't bad enough that Evan's mind was perceiving everything Mary did and said as sexual, his cock lurched in his pants. "You're a lifesaver," Mary said and pushed up on her toes.

Mary's moist lips touched Evan's, and he froze. Jason's mother was the most conservative woman Evan had ever known. Subconsciously, because she was older than Candy and had never been Evan's babysitter crush, Mary had seemed more like a "real" mother. Still, that hadn't stopped him from having fantasies about Jason's mother.

Now, with Mary's mouth on his, Evan realized none of his fantasies had ever included kissing his best friend's mother. If she grabbed his cock, that would be shocking, but it would excite Evan more than it scared him. His dick would get hard, and he could fuck Jason's mother, but somehow kissing Ms. Barnes seemed impossible.

Had it been a split second or a minute, Evan didn't know, but the lips were still touching his. If he used his tongue and Mary's mouth opened for it, they'd fuck; Evan sensed that. Or, the entire scene that had played out since Evan walked in the house had been his porn brain, punking Evan's real-world mind. Jason's mother would slap him and for the rest of his life, Evan wouldn't be able to face this lady again.

"It was my pleasure," Evan said and backed up into the refrigerator. "Oops. No problem. I'm glad I could help. Need anything else?"

The conservative, motherly librarian seemed flustered, and Evan was sure her eyes had darted to his groin several times before she spoke. "Not right now. Jason should be here soon."

There seemed to be a long awkward moment where neither of them moved or spoke. It was painful, so Evan said, "I'll be in the bedroom . . . Jason's bedroom. Tell him . . uh, tell Jason where I am."

There was no doubt in Evan's mind that he made a complete ass of himself trying to get away from Mary Barnes. He was trembling as he took his over-supplemented boner to Jason's room. Had he actually considered French kissing Mary? I should be relieved, he told himself, but it was disappointment Evan felt. Jason would lose it if he walked in while his mother was getting fucked by his best friend. But those nipples, Evan thought, I can't get over them. Becky's were the same shape, and would probably turn out like her mother's, but the dark cone of Mary's nipple was practically as big as Becky's whole tit. Stop it, Evan shouted in his mind. Jason's mother wasn't trying to fuck you.

Evan dropped on Jason's chair. The whole thing was unbelievable. Becky, Evan thought, somehow she's behind this. Becky and Mary, wow, now that would be a threesome to write a story about. No, that couldn't be, Evan told himself and closed his eyes, imagining Jason's mother naked. No, not naked; she'd be wearing an apron, just an apron.

After an awesome shrimp stir-fry prepared by Sally, Deana insisted on helping with the cleanup. Gloria and Darlene had already disappeared. Deana thought that was good. Hopefully, they would talk about Sally and how Darlene felt about being there. It had to be uncomfortable for Darlene and Sally.

Darlene had softened her posture and occasionally offered more than yes or no replies, but it was obvious to Deana that Darlene couldn't let go of all that anger. Not without another person to direct it at. It would be like asking her and Gloria to suddenly forgive and forget what their father did to them. Maybe in a hundred years, Deana thought.

Deana scraped excess food off the dishes and passed them to Sally, who rinsed and put them in the dishwasher. Each time Deana turned and looked at the profile view of Sally's face, she saw more of Candy. Sally's outrageous body had been a distraction, but now it seemed obvious how much alike the sisters were. Except, Deana thought, what happened to Sally years ago and what she endured, didn't compare to what John had done to Candy. Her youth, fun-loving nature, and her sexuality had been crushed. John had ground Candy down, year after year, into the woman Deana knew before the China trip. It was sad that she and Evan hadn't noticed how miserable Candy had been. Then again, her father had broken Deana, too. Was that an excuse for not noticing until he was gone, and the old Candy started to emerge?

Sally's wet hands trapped Deana's hand between them and the plate. "You thinking about your brother?"

Deana nodded and looked at Sally. There it is, Deana thought, the loving concern Candy had offered so many times was in Sally's eyes, too. "And Candy. I know it's crazy, but I miss Evan so much, and it's only been one day. I hope they're being careful."

Sally dropped the plate into the sink and pulled Deana in. Sally was so strong that Deana thought the woman could crush her to death, but it was like being hugged into the most wonderful pillow Deana could imagine. It made her feel protected and loved in a way only Evan could.

"I love you, Aunt Sally."

"I love you too, Dee. We're going to get through this together."

Maybe, Deana thought. "I know."

"Good, that means you girls don't need to be planning anything on your own. Right?"

"I got it," Deana said. "And I'll do my best to make sure nobody ties a fishing line across the top of the basement stairs."

Sally squeezed Deana's shoulders and held her at arm's length. "Please, I'm serious, let me know if Angela says anything."

"Angela," Deana repeated. "That's beautiful."

Sally's next hug released the tears Deana had been holding back.

Upstairs in the bedroom Deana and Gloria were using, Darlene lay across the bed, spread out like a snow angel. Gloria sat beside her, waiting for her sister to say something.

"This bed is amazing," Darlene said.

"I know. I've never slept so good." Of course, Gloria always slept better when she wasn't in her room. Even with John thousands of miles away, she never slept through the night without jerking awake, expecting to see him standing there.

"This whole place is amazing. The bathroom over there is as big as my bedroom."

Gloria thought about the trailer park Darlene lived in, the same place her mother grew up, and the place John threaten to send Gloria back to if she told on him. "I never wanna leave here."

When Darlene didn't say anything, Gloria asked, "How weird is this for you? Being here."

Darlene sat up. "The last few days seem like a dream. I keep asking myself, is this really happening?"

"Me too," Gloria said. "Not as much as you, I'm sure, but it's not like anything I've ever been through. And I can't imagine what's going to happen next. I'm scared and excited."

"I bet." Darlene perked up. "Hey, you want to try that shower in there?"

"Hell yeah."

Once they were in the bathroom, Gloria vividly recalled the day at the mall when she met Darlene. They were in that small dressing room and the older, tough girl, expected Gloria to undress. The uncertainty, suspicion, jealousy, and odd desire to kiss the bodacious redhead had been overwhelming. It was terrifying when she had to start removing her clothes, and Darlene wouldn't look away.

Now, Gloria watched Darlene undress while the redhead watched Gloria do the same. They seemed to pause after each article of clothing came off to admire each other. Gloria's insides were bubbling with powerful emotions that made it hard not to constantly touch Darlene and say I love you. Gloria knew how it felt to be in love. It was wonderful and painfully frustrating if you couldn't express it. For two years she had loved Evan without physical expression or ever saying, I love you the way lovers say it. That was until they finally made love. That one "I love you" after Evan's cum squirted into her body seemed more significant than any other time Gloria said it or heard it. Then it was over, and Gloria had to sneak off in the night. Would it be the same painful frustration of having feelings without expression when Gloria and Evan were together again?

Darlene and Gloria entered the shower stalled together, looked at the three shower heads, and without discussion started the one on the left. "You first," Gloria said and watched Darlene move under the steaming streams.

With her face turned up to the water, Darlene ran her hands back over her head and through her thick red hair. Each time she did that, Gloria's eyes followed the other girl's breasts as they rose to their full glory.

Gloria had no intention of loving Darlene without expression. She squirted body wash on her chest, stomach, and hands and pressed her body against Darlene's back. Her tits moved side to side and up and down, while her stomach and groin did the same on Darlene's rump. She slid her hands down Darlene's sides, over her hips, around to the front of her thighs, then up and inward. Gloria wondered if she'd ever get used to how exciting it was to grab another girl's pussy. The smooth, swollen flesh parted for her slippery hand. Darlene purred as Gloria thoroughly washed her crotch and used her other hand to massage Darlene's ass and tease her asshole.

Darlene stepped forward under the water, pulling Gloria along. They helped each other rinse, yet it took much longer than if they had just stood there. Darlene faced Gloria, pushed her tits together, and moved side to side. Their stiff nipples bumped and flicked across each other.

Gloria stopped the water, went to her knees, and moved her face to the sensual swell of flesh wrapped around Darlene's pubic bone. Darlene moved her feet further apart as Gloria's lips touched her groin. Even after the thorough hand washing, and multiple rinse cycles, Gloria immediately knew Darlene was as excited as she was. She cocked her head all the way back and smashed her face up into Darlene's crotch, thrusting her tongue deep inside Darlene. The powerful aroma and taste of her sister's sex increased the speed and force of Gloria's tongue. The awkward position made Gloria's neck scream, but her need to make Darlene feel as good as Darlene had made her feel earlier demanded Gloria keep licking.

Darlene lifted a leg out to the side so Gloria could reach between them and push her hands up into the dense globes of Darlene's ass. The redhead continued the rhythmic hunching. Gloria licked, sucked, and thrust her tongue, and Darlene moved faster. From chin to forehead, Gloria offered her face for Darlene's pleasure. The juicy mess coating her lips and spilling into Gloria's mouth was sweet and pungent at the same time. She couldn't get enough of it. Darlene grab Gloria's head and leaned forward, forcing her engorged clit into Gloria's mouth. She grabbed it with her lips, beat it with her tongue, and rammed three fingers into Darlene. For the first time, Gloria heard her sister scream from an orgasm. I did that, Gloria thought, and it's more satisfying than getting off.

Gloria got up and pressed her tits into Darlene's. "I can't keep my hands off of you."

"Good, cuz I don't want you to." Darlene licked Gloria's lips, sucked her chin, and kissed her, sucking the taste of her climax out of Gloria's mouth. "It's hard to believe someone can be so adorable and fuckin' sexy at the same time."

They washed again, rinsed, and dried each other before getting into bed, but not to sleep.

When Jason came home and was surprised to see Evan, Evan sighed, knowing Becky must have sent that text inviting him over. The girl was up to something, but Evan couldn't tell Jason. If Jason started asking a bunch of questions it might spoil Becky's plans, so Evan said, "I'm officially off restriction, so I just came over. I figured you'd be here."

Jason scratched his head. "It's not like you've been grounded anyway. So what's different now that your dad is back?"

Evan thought, I can't fuck my mother anymore. "Nothing really, except I'll need to sleep over Saturday so we can go to the races."

"What's with your dad and the races? It's the only thing you're good at. Other than mowing lawns, it's your best shot at making money."

That was a great question and one that Evan had never gotten a good answer to. With or without racing, he wasn't going to graduate at the top of his class and have his pick of colleges. "Hey, I'm good at other things."

"Except, those are things you won't get paid for even if you could tell anyone you were doing them, and I mean doing them."

Thanks for reminding me, Evan thought. "I still haven't crossed pornstar off my list, and now I know someone in the industry."

"Mm, so true. Maybe you can get your boss to make a movie with you?"

Evan's cheeks got warm. "I'm talking about my aunt."

"What about a foursome," Jason said. "Lawn boy and his helper stumble on a tranny and woman with massive tits. They fuck poolside."

"What if Darlene is there, too?"

"Then we died and went to fuck heaven," Jason said.

As far as Evan was concerned, he had been in fuck heaven until his father showed up. Now, it was fuckless hell. "Maybe we should do some gaming before we write a script for the next great American porn movie."

"Sounds good."

Several times while playing, Evan went to the bathroom, hoping to run into Becky. Not that he needed confirmation, but Evan wanted to see Becky's expression when he told her he knew she set him up. What had the freak set him up for anyway? Had Jason's mother been in on it? Of course she was, Evan told himself. Why else would Mary have acted like she was trying to seduce me?

Evan didn't get to ask Becky any questions because she hadn't turned up anywhere he could look. The only place Evan hadn't checked was behind Mary's closed bedroom door. Not being able to come up with a plausible excuse for having his ear to the door was the only thing that kept Evan from sneaking down the hallway.

Later, when it was late enough for Candy and his father to have gone to their room, but not so late he'd get in trouble, Evan told Jason he had to go. On his way out of the house, Evan looked for Becky again. She's in there fucking her mother, Evan thought. In his mind, there wasn't a more logical explanation, and Evan knew Sunday morning after the races, if Becky gave him the chance, he would fuck Becky with her bedroom door wide open, hoping Mary would catch them. Whether it happened or not didn't matter; thinking about it for the rest of the week would be a great distraction.

Monday morning.

Thank God he's going to work soon, Candy thought. Not even twenty-four hours had passed, but it seemed like several long, horrible days. Candy had laid beside John all night. He was in the bed she wanted to think of as hers and Cindy's. Falling asleep had been hard, but staying asleep was impossible. Candy kept awakening with a start, frantically turning to make sure John hadn't wandered off. She was in full fight mode, ready to retrieve Gloria's softball bat from the hall closet where it was waiting. If he was in either of the girl's rooms, fuck Bobby "working it out." This was Candy's problem, she caused it, and she would handle it. Nobody would fault her for smashing John's skull if they knew he was trying to hurt her daughter.

When Candy would suddenly remember that Deana and Gloria were safe at Sally's house, she'd work on going back to sleep again.

Now, Candy stood beside the counter, staring at the bruise around her wrist. Her fingers moved over the knife handles as if she were seducing them. John was at the table, eating the breakfast she made for him, and after she'd be cleaning up after him. It was unlikely he would say thank you, or that was good, or acknowledge her with appreciation or admiration of any kind. No, he wouldn't. John wasn't happy that the girls went to camp without him being consulted, especially since Tonya had paid for it. Candy hoped John was embarrassed that her friend might know he didn't give her access to their money.

John had been happy to hear that Evan hadn't complained once about being grounded. Candy had barely suppressed her grin as she told John, "Evan did everything I asked without arguing. He handled everything, really stepped up as the man of the house, and took care of us." In Candy's mind, she imagined Evan ramming his cock up her ass as John pulled into the driveway.

Gloria and Darlene's tangled bodies were still in the bed Deana shared with them last night, but she was curled up on a heavy wooden patio chair. The sun had burned the mist out of the morning air, but Deana's head was still tucked in her robe's plush hood, rubbing her cheek on the edge of it like an affectionate cat. It was great that Gloria had Darlene there, and Deana had been happy the night before when she found them naked in the wrecked bedding. They had fucked each other to exhaustion, and Deana only envied them for a minute while she considered going into one of the other bedrooms or joining Sally in her bed.

Now, in the backyard, listening to the birds and the delicate sounds of the morning breeze rustling leaves in the distance, Deana felt a deep sense of loneliness, but not because she was by herself. Gloria, Darlene, Sally, and a hundred other people could join her and Deana would still feel it because Evan wasn't there. Or was it that Evan wasn't allowed to be there? He wasn't even allowed to know where she was.

Yes, of course, that was it. The person Deana had endured their mother's death with and needed now to help her through this horrible time couldn't be there, and it was Deana's fault. She had kept the secret from Evan. They had always been better together, stronger, and happier, and because of her secret, Evan had been cut out of her life. Deana needed Evan, and she sensed Evan needed her more. He was alone without her or Gloria and stuck in that house with a lover he couldn't have, and a man Evan didn't know was the enemy.

I did this, Deana thought. I created a world where the two people I love most don't know the one thing I can't handle without them. Would Rebecca still love her if she knew the secret?

Deana glanced up and saw Sally, standing perfectly still. Her hands reverently cradled a mug close to her lips. White runners of streamers wafted up from the liquid, moistening Sally's nose. Deana waited, wondering why Sally was staring at her without speaking or drinking. She's not even breathing, Deana thought. "Good morning."

Sally blinked hard. "Oh, yeah, sorry, I'm sorry, I was staring. The way you were sitting, I got lost in thought. Sorry, sometimes it catches me off guard, um, it's like I'm seeing a ghost. Your mom used to sit like that." Sally seemed to shake herself and wipe her eyes.

In her emotional state, hearing how much she looked like her mother made Deana want to cry.

Sally set her cup down. "Honey." She gently lifted the hood off Deana's head, swept hair back behind Deana's ears, and kissed her cheek. "What's wrong? Talk to me."

"I guess my superpowers don't work here at your house," Deana said.

"Dee, hiding your feelings, pretending you're alright," Sally shook her head, "that's not a superpower."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"Is it Rebecca or Evan or both of them that you were thinking about?"

Deana unballed her body and stretched her legs out in front of her. "Both, but Rebecca was in my head when I saw you. She doesn't know."

"Let me guess." Sally sat beside Deana. "You're worried about what she'd think about you? Maybe she won't love you any more if she knows?"

"Mind reading must be your superpower. I've kept it from Rebecca for years. She was always my best friend and I couldn't tell her. And Evan . . . when he finds out, he'll know how hard I worked at keeping it from him. I lied to him over and over. What if he thinks I liked it? Thinks that's why I never told him? Cuz I wanted it to keep happening. Did I? Is that why I never told anybody? Did I want him to love me so bad that I'd let him do those things to me?"

Sally's hands slapped down on the arms of the chair. "No, none of that is true. That's what he wants you to think . . . that somehow it's your fault. I did, Candy did, but it's never been true, never will be true."

"I know, I know it up here," Deana pointed to her head, "but deep inside a little voice keeps telling me it's my fault and everybody is going to think there's something wrong with me. I feel like there is, like I'm broken, permanently broken."

"Dee, baby, I felt all those things, blamed myself. I thought the things I did, stripping and fucking people I didn't know, was proof that it was my fault, that there was something wrong with me, but it's not true. He's to blame, and you're going to get past all this and see what a wonderful, strong, beautiful person you really are. Rebecca already sees it, and so do I. I love you . . . have always loved you."

"Me too," Deana said. "Thank you, Sally, thank you."

"Anytime, Dee, and I mean that. Stop pretending. If you feel bad, talk about it. Tell the truth."

"The truth," Deana said. "I'm worried about Rebecca. Tonya knows to cover for us, but Rebecca doesn't know anything. She thinks we're on vacation. What if she runs into Evan or Candy, or Evan sees her someplace?"

"You could tell her."

Deana knew exactly what Sally was saying. In order to keep Evan safe, she would have to tell Rebecca the truth. Deana swallowed hard, imagining the conversation. Reb, I'm hiding at my aunt's house because my father has been . . . How were those words going to come out of her mouth when Deana didn't even like to think them?

"I can't do it over the phone."

"Do you want to tell her?" Deana nodded. "Okay, we'll get her here, and you can take your time figuring out how to explain it."

Deana got up, took a deep breath, put her hands on the arms of Sally's chair, and pressed her mouth to Sally's.

"Wow, what was that?" Sally asked.

"I've wanted to do that for a long time. Now I can tell Rebecca I made out with you. She'll love it."

Sally laughed. "She's a wild one, isn't she?"

"You have no idea," Deana said. "She's had a boner for Candy for a while, so you better watch yourself around her."

"Sounds like she might need a good spanking."

Deana laughed. "We tried that, but she loved it."

"Really." A mischievous grin spread across Sally's face. "I got an idea if you're interested."

"Interested? Of course I am." Deana's mind spun with things they could do to Rebecca. That's if Rebecca even wants to stay after I tell her.

"Good," Sally said. "You need to have some fun."

The sense of relief Candy felt when John left for work was a trap. Candy had stopped feeling like she was walking on eggshells, in fear for Evan, herself, or their baby, but that allowed her to see the magnitude of John's effect on her life. There had been freedom, joy, pleasure, and love in abundance while he was in China. Now, isolation, dread, fear, loneliness, and a pain so great it reminded Candy of the song Hard to Explain. That was one of Cindy's songs. Candy couldn't listen to it without crying because Cindy told her it was how she felt without Candy after John had caught them. Now, Candy really understood the words: I went to see my doctor

'Cause I thought I had a hole in my heart

But he said "Girl, you're just wasting my time

Because some man messed up

Went and messed up your mind.

John hadn't only messed up Candy's mind, he had wrecked everything, destroyed lives, and separated her from Cindy, again, and that was the worst part of this.

Yes, Candy had Evan there, and she loved him tremendously, but that love was infused with maternal instinct. He was two different people to Candy, and even if Evan didn't know it, he needed two different kinds of love from her. The only time Candy could separate the man from the boy she had raised, was when Evan took control, handled her, and fucked her hard. As soon as the orgasms were over, Candy wanted to nurture Evan, and the conflict started again. She hated how much she loved getting fucked by Evan.

Cindy was a different story. Candy had never felt as if she needed to nurture Cindy. The girl was strong, smart, and beautiful. Even as a young girl, Cindy had been that way. Then the teenager had become a powerful force, a magnet, drawing Candy to her. How else could the sixteen-year-old have unhinged Candy--a mother of three--to the point of seduction? Candy realized after Cindy had fucked her the first time at the beach that the girl had been working on her for two years. Cindy had admitted it. She said she had a girl crush on Candy for as long as she could remember. Certainly, it started before Cindy was old enough to consider it a sexual thing. After several boyfriends in middle school, Cindy thought she might like girls. That's when her girl crush became an obsession. A growing sexual itch that needed to be scratched, at least in Cindy's mind. That was until Cindy finally had Candy alone at the beach, in the changing room. She undressed without taking her eyes off Candy. Cindy told Candy that she felt it and knew Candy wanted her. Candy hadn't known it was the truth until their third time making love.

John catching them together had been the second worse mistake of Candy's life. She needed something to ease the pain, but Candy wouldn't initiate it. If Evan did, Candy wasn't sure she would be able to resist him.

Later that day.

Rebecca walked past Deana when she opened Sally's front door and turned in a circle, taking it all in, but Deana knew it was an act. "Rebecca."

"Nice, now tell me what you so rudely wouldn't say on the phone," Rebecca said. "Why are you here at Club Sally's and not away on vacation? Like you told me you were."

Deana pointed. "Let's go upstairs and talk. It's complicated." Complicated, Deana thought, no it's fucking horrible and I don't wanna do this more now than before.

Once they reached the bedroom, Rebecca said, "Fuck me," and did a running flip onto the bed.

Without making eye contact, Deana sat in the center of the bed with her legs tucked under her. Rebecca sat Indian style, facing her, and said, "This is serious."

"Very," Deana said. "And I don't know how to tell you."

"Fuck, are you dumping me? Please, don't tell me-"

"No, no, no, it's not that. No way," Deana said.

"Are you pregnant?"

Deana started to say, it's worse, but she caught herself and said, "No, thank God."

"Dee, the look on your face is scaring me, so let's stop the guessing game. Just spit it out."

"It's my father, he's not a nice person."

"Are you talking about those articles again? You think he-" The fierce expression and vigorous head shaking cut Rebecca off. "I'm afraid of him. He does things, has been doing things . . . to me. Bad things."

Deana watched color vanish from Rebecca's face. Her girlfriend's mouth opened wide and the nod of Rebecca's head gathered momentum. The secret was out. "It's been happening for a while."

"Why ah, why didn't you . . . tell me?" Rebecca asked.

"I didn't tell anybody. I was ashamed and couldn't let anyone find out."

"That's why you never let me stay over when he's home," Rebecca said. "You should have told me. You could have. Dee, I love you. Don't you trust me?"

"I couldn't. If anyone found out, he would have done something worse. He would have, so I had to keep it to myself."

Rebecca started asking, "What about Candy, Evan," but Deana's shaking her head stopped her.

"Nobody knew?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I should have made you tell me. I guess I didn't want it to be true, so I didn't."

"You saying you knew?"

"I knew something wasn't right, and wondered, even thought about asking you, but how do you ask someone something like that?"

"I don't know," Deana said. "I would have lied anyway. I couldn't tell."

"Why now? What changed?"

"I missed you, so I couldn't keep lying. I've been lying for years, pretending," Deana said. "Are you mad at me?"

"Mad? No, how could I be mad? I can't even imagine what you're going through or how I'd handle it. I just wish you had told me sooner."

"I feel dirty, unlovable, I didn't think you or anybody would want me if they knew."

"That," Rebecca said and launched at Deana, knocking her backward on the bed, "is bullshit. I fuckin' love you."

Rebecca's kiss did for Deana's heart what a hot bath would do for a sore body. Her girlfriend's tears dripped onto Deana's face. Her own joined them and spilled down her cheeks.

After a few minutes, Deana said, "Evan can't know."

Rebecca rolled off and lay on her side. "Is that why he's not here and can't know you are?"

"Yes."

"How could he not already know?"

"It's hard, but I can keep things from him."

"Unless one of the dominoes falls over," Rebecca said.

"What dominoes?"

"Like all the tiny things that don't mean anything by themselves. They start to line up, and all it takes is one thing and the whole line falls down. The look on your face was all it took, and in my mind the dominoes started falling, and I knew."

It was a strange way of thinking about it, but Rebecca was right. So many times Deana had seen Evan's questioning expressions, but she had distracted him or changed the subject. What tiny piece would it take for her brother to see the whole puzzle? "That can't happen with Evan. He can't find out."

"Yeah . . . that would be bad," Rebecca said.

"Very," Deana said. "I'm kinda emotionally wiped out, but I'll give you a tour if you want. Darlene and Gloria are probably at the pool with Sally. Maybe naked."

Rebecca's eyes lit up. "Darlene is here?"

Shit, Deana thought, how do I explain that? "Yeah, Gloria and Darlene are getting pretty close."

"I saw that at my birthday party, but figured after Evan." Rebecca raised her brows. "You know."

Deana shrugged. "Don't ask me."

Rebecca popped up and grabbed Deana's arm. "Shit, I gotta tell you something. You are not gonna believe this."

Deana sat up. "Your mother got a new vibrator?"

"Oh, yeah, she did, but that's not it. You are not going to believe this."

"I'm pretty sure I will, so do tell."

"Darlene fucked Kimmy at the party."

"Sorry, but Gloria already told me that."

"Oh, but that's just the beginning," Rebecca said. "Kimmy fuckin' loved it."

"How did that work its way into a conversation?"

Rebecca's sexy lips curled up in that devious Joker's smile. "Busted, I busted her and Ann. At gymnastics of all places. I found them in this little room off the main studio that nobody ever uses. Kimmy had her hand stuffed inside Ann's leggings, and that homophobic bitch was cumming so hard her mouth was wide open in a silent scream."

"Oh, my, God, at gymnastics." Deana fanned her face. "What did they say?"

Rebecca giggled. "Well, once Ann could see straight again, she ran out like a scolded dog, but I made Kimmy tell the whole story."

"The redhead strikes again."

"You got that right. She fucked Kimmy so good the girl will be measuring every orgasm she ever has to the ones Darlene gave her. But that's not all."

Deana decided not to steal Rebecca's thunder again, so she acted shocked when Rebecca told her what Darlene had done to Ann right in front of everybody. Then she was surprised for real to find out Ann and Kimmy had done each other at least once a day since the party, but agreed they weren't lesbians because they liked boys more.

"You can't say I told you," Rebecca said. "It's a secret, and once school starts they won't do it anymore. I guess they're summer lesbos, like prison pussy."

"Um, prison pussy?"

"It's butt holes," Rebecca said. "Dudes can fuck each other in the ass and not be gay as long as they stop when they get out. So Ann and Kimmy can fuck all summer and be straight when they go back to school."

Good luck with that, Deana thought. "Their secret is safe with me, but I can't promise I won't have some fun fucking with Ann."

Rebecca's lips curled again. "Oh, we will. Count on it."

"On a serious note, I'm so glad you're here. I need you."

"Good, because I'm gonna call my mother and tell her I'm staying."

After another delicious home-cooked meal, Deana watched Rebecca's tight ass flex inside the black spandex shorts as she rinsed the dishes. Sally was beside Rebecca, taking the plates and putting them in the dishwasher. Deana marveled at how different the two butts were and how much they both turned her on.

Sally glanced back and winked at Deana who gave her aunt a nod of approval. The sharp, crisp snap sounded as if there hadn't been any material stretched over Rebecca's ass. Deana couldn't believe how high her girlfriend had leaped.

After processing what had happened for a few seconds, Rebecca looked at the woman who had slapped her butt. Deana enjoyed the confused expression on Rebecca's face while it lasted. "Ouch. What was that for?" Rebecca asked.

"I saw you staring at my tits," Sally said. "That was for the nasty things you were thinking."

"You obviously didn't hear all of the things she was thinking," Deana said. "If you had, you would have," Deana yanked Rebecca's shorts down, "done that first."

"No underwear," Sally said and slapped Rebecca again.

Deana rubbed her own butt sympathetically and said, "Keep going."

After three more smacks, Rebecca's feet weren't on the floor anymore. Deana didn't know if she was trying to climb into the sink to get away or bend over it so Sally could get a better swing. Sally assumed the latter and delivered two more slaps to each cheek. Her girlfriend's incredible ass was crimson, and Deana's pussy lips were wet.

Sally shook her hand and rubbed it on her leg. "I hope you learned your lesson."

"I did," Rebecca said and turned around. "Dee, I hope you learned something, cuz that's the right way to spank a girl."

Deana shook her head and sighed. "See what I mean, she's incorrigible."

"I don't know what that means, but one of you better be planning on fucking me after warming me up like that," Rebecca said.

This time Sally shook her head while Deana laughed. "Dee, I'll leave that to you."

"Oh, I'm planning on it," Deana said. "And thanks to you, I'll have just the right thing to use on her."

"Ooh, ooh, what is it? What do you have?"

"You'll see eventually, but for now pull your shorts up and finish the dishes," Deana said.

Rebecca winced a little when the spandex squeezed her crimson flesh. "Girl, you have no idea how hot it is when you take charge."

Deana and Sally looked at each other, shaking their heads. Sally said, "The two of you are perfect for each other," and walked away.

"Can we stay here forever?" Rebecca asked.

Deana wished that were possible. "If your mom lets you, you can stay as long as you want. I love having you here."

Later, as planned, Sally took Gloria and Darlene out for ice cream.

Deana finished applying eyeliner, mascara, and red lipstick, just the way Sally had shown her, and turned to the full-length mirror to take in the black lace bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings. Sally told Deana she looked like a sexual goddess, and Deana was starting to feel like one. She slipped into the red jacket and fastened the wide belt.

The black Chicme crisscross bandage stiletto heels were too high to be safe, but they sealed the deal on sexy as fuck, or at least that's what Sally said. Deana had practiced walking the way the woman had in the video, so hopefully she wouldn't spaz out and tumble down the stairs. That would spoil the night like a nun walking into a whore house. Then again, it was Rebecca, so a nun might turn her on.

Rebecca was downstairs in the living room, sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, not sitting on it. Those were the instructions Deana had given her, except they were delivered like orders. The whole taking charge thing was a huge stretch for Deana, but she planned on playing it out as far as she could.

Deana descended the stairs with slow, graceful steps, knowing before she saw Rebecca, Rebecca would see her feet, then her calves, then the part of her thighs that weren't hidden under the jacket. She prayed her girlfriend was watching because Deana didn't ever plan on walking down a flight of stairs on shoe-stilts again.

"Oh my God, what the fuck," Rebecca said. "Where on earth did you."

Deana raised a finger to her lips. "Shh."

Rebecca started to get up, but Deana pointed. "Down, stay down."

Deana walked as seductively as she knew how, and Rebecca's expression suggested it was damned sexy. She stopped beside Rebecca, stared down, and stepped over, straddling Rebecca's thighs. The bottom edge of the jacket was inches away from Rebecca's face. "Christ, that was worth waiting for."

"Oh, you mean this?" Deana waved her hand down her body and started unbuckling the belt. "Or this?" She let the jacket fall open, revealing the black panties and bra.

"Fuck, girl, wow."

"Thank you, but this isn't what you've been waiting for." Deana took a wider stance and arched backward.

Rebecca had to move her face further away to get a better look at Deana's crotch. "Holy shit."

Deana lifted her foot slowly past Rebecca's face and placed it on the couch. "I thought these panties were too sexy to take off, so I got them like this." She turned her knee out and squatted a bit, lowering her splayed crotch.

"I agree," Rebecca said and licked the hairless swells of labia bulging from the split-crotch panties. Deana ground her pussy on her girlfriend's face and let Rebecca do what she did better than anybody. "Ahh, yeah, yeah, lick, lick it."

Rebecca's tongue, mouth, and chin quickly brought Deana close to a climax, so she took her pussy away. "I think it's time for your surprise." She removed the jacket, turned around, took a couple of slinky steps, and laid it neatly on the opposite couch.

"It's not fair," Rebecca said. "You were already gorgeous, now you're . . . shit I don't even know how to say how sexy you are."

"Sexual goddess?"

"That works," Rebecca said. "Can I get up now?"

"Not yet." Deana opened a drawer in one of the end tables and took out a violet-colored object.

"What's that?" Rebecca asked.

Deana hid it behind her and walked back until she was straddling Rebecca's thighs. "It's something that we don't have to borrow from your mother and it doesn't need that complicated harness thing."

"Ooh, ooh, let me see, let me see."

Deana was thrilled to see the same confused expression on Rebecca's face that she had on hers when Sally gave her the strapless dildo.

"What is that a boomerang?"

"No, but you might feel like you've been hit in the head with one after I fucked the sense out of you."

"That's how I normally feel after you fuck me, but dressed like a five-thousand-dollar-a-night escort, and that thing, I might be a vegetable after." Rebecca reached for the dildo.

Deana slapped her hand away. "Did I say you could touch it?"

"No master, but come on, this is killing me."

"Hush. I need your mouth for something that doesn't involve talking."

"I'm really getting turned on by this new side of you."

"Good." At first, when Deana had tried to imagine being the one in control tonight, she didn't think it would work. It was hard to do, felt fake like a bad act, and seemed very unnatural. That hadn't lasted long. The role of the dominant one was an awakening. She was sick of letting things happen to her, feeling powerless and out of control.

Deana spread her legs and rubbed the shorter bulbous end of the sort of j-shaped toy against her wet pussy channel. "This end goes here." She winced as the fat end opened her and popped inside. "This end," she pushed the cock-like part down toward Rebecca's face, "goes wherever I decide to shove it in you."

Rebecca eagerly opened her mouth.

Deana pointed at the fat, round, more flexible part that molded to her pubic bone and smashed her clit. "That determines how fast I cum." She lifted the longer cock-like section to her stomach. The increased pressure on her clit made Deana squirm. "Ah, that position would make it happen too fast." She shoved the cock end down at Rebecca's face, and the bulb inside her pussy hit the front wall. "Oh fuck, that hit my special spot." Deana pressed a finger to her groin. "Right there."

In a pleading little girl voice, Rebecca asked, "What about me?" and opened her mouth.

Deana moved the head back and forth across Rebecca's lips before popping her hips forward. Whatever Rebecca was saying had been silenced by the dick that was suddenly in her mouth. Deana grabbed the sides of Rebecca's head and slowly rocked, feeding more and more cock into Rebecca's face. Mm, so this is how Evan gets to feel when he's stuffing my mouth? Deana felt more empowered.

The sight of a cock jutting out from her groin, and stimulation on Deana's clit and g-spot made her crazy with lust. She was face fucking Rebecca, and loved it, but any chance of them climaxing together would be spoiled if she kept it up.

"Damn it girl, nobody sucks cock like you," Deana said and extracted several inches from Rebecca's mouth. "You need to suck Evan off next time you get a chance. He'll love it."

"Are you going to fuck me now?" Rebecca asked.

"Damn right," Deana said. "Get up."

"Yes, master." Rebecca jumped up.

"I think it's supposed to be mistress."

"Whatever," Rebecca said. "I got to have that in me." She started to shove her shorts down.

"No." Deana grabbed Rebecca's crotch and crammed more material between Rebecca's lips. That made the camel toe even more erotic. The spandex was soaked through. "Do you know how many times I've stared at this sexy cunt mashed in these gymnastics clothes and wanted to touch it? It was torture seeing your ass and the outline of your pussy, imagining grabbing them."

"You should have done it."

"I already felt like a freak, checking out your pussy, wishing your pants would split open. Can you imagine me grabbing your crotch in front of your gymnastics class?"

"Actually, I can because that's what I thought about during your volleyball games."

"We missed out on so much fun," Deana said. "Now, I'm going to make up for it. Turn around and bend over. Hands on the couch." She smacked Rebecca's butt, groped it, then reached between Rebecca's legs. "You slut, you soaked your pants."

"I've practically cum three times just looking at you."

"Mmm, now we're going to cum together." Deana pinched the material, pulled it away from Rebecca's crotch, and used her other hand to help rip a hole."

"Hey."

"Quiet. I wanna fuck you while you're wearing these." She tore the shorts enough so she could lick from the deepest, wettest part of Rebecca's pussy up to her asshole. "Ah, yeah, you are fuckin' delicious."

"Fuck me, please mistress, please fuck me now."

"In good time." Deana slipped two fingers up inside Rebecca and twisted them around, then she used them to wet the head of her cock. She loved thinking of it as her cock.

As Deana stood, she sucked the fingers in and out of her mouth and licked between them. Then, she pushed her dick head into Rebecca's lips. Deana let her grab the cock and line it up. While Rebecca moved it around, the bulb inside Deana tortured her G-spot. A sudden jerk forward impaled Rebecca with most of the dildo before either of them had expected it.

"Shit, Evan must have taught you how to fuck."

"Nah, he's more gentle at first. You're the one who showed me how girls do it."

"Well keep doing it," Rebecca said. "Fuck me stupid."

Deana grabbed Rebecca's hips and slammed the rest of her cock in. The fat curved section moved away from Deana's clit, but the inside part punched her in the G-spot. She pulled back, changed angles, tried short experimental jabs, long slow pushes, faster thrusts, but there didn't seem to be any way around it; if Deana fucked Rebecca, she was fucking herself, and it felt great. Deana pulled back on Rebecca as she rammed into her. Rebecca had to put her hands on the back of the couch to better brace herself.

Every other time they had made love, the girls took turns. Rebecca would get Deana off, then Deana would get Rebecca off. Deana got pleasure out of it even when Rebecca was having an orgasm. This time, with the curve section seesawing on her pubic bone, grinding her clit, while the other end rubbed her G-spot, Deana was fucking her girlfriend to make herself climax. Now, she knew why so many of her friends said their first time sucked. Once the guy got his cock in, it was all about fucking until he came.

Deana reminded herself, this is for Rebecca, but she couldn't stop ramming her cock into Rebecca's body. How could she? Besides how good it felt for her, if she stopped then Rebecca wouldn't get off either. She leaned over, laying her body against Rebecca's back, and grabbed a handful of tit and pussy. Rebecca's clit became a huge nub under her finger as Deana's whole body turned into a hunching fuck machine. She pinched Rebecca's nipple really hard, and fired two fingers across her clit, hoping it would push Rebecca over the edge.

It was going to be a powerful orgasm, but Deana planned to keep going until Rebecca begged her to stop. "Ah, ah, cum baby, please cum."

Rebecca didn't respond, so Deana rolled the dice, assuming it was because she couldn't, and started fucking her girlfriend as hard as she could. The speed and force Deana used on Rebecca tripled the amount of stimulation Deana received. She cried out, quivered, jerked, and shuttered, then collapsed on top of Rebecca. Her trembling thighs squeezed together, trying to protect her overly sensitive pussy. Deana imagined one lick, touch, or even a puff of air would kill her. The dildo shifted as it came out of Rebecca.

A few minutes later, Deana was laying on the floor with Rebecca's body against her side. "What the hell?"

Rebecca grinned. "Welcome back."

"What happened?"

"You fucked me so hard it knocked you out."

Deana lifted her head and looked down her body, no dildo. "I wasn't knocked out. It was more like a blackout. My brain shut off for a minute."

"At least you still have one." Rebecca pointed at her forehead. "You fucked my brains out."

"I'm sorry."

"What for? That was the best orgasm I've ever had. Between your cock and fingers, I came so hard I collapsed. You fell on top of me, shook, and off the couch you went. I slid down on top of you, and here we are."

"Oh, thank god. I was afraid I would stop before you got off. Fuck, that thing is intense. Dangerous."

"No shit," Rebecca said. "I came three times. It was the third that finished me. If your head had been between my legs I would have popped it like a grape."

Deana laughed. "Can you imagine the headlines? Girl with deadly thighs arrested for murdering her lesbian lover."

"I'd plead self-defense. Claim you were assaulting me with a deadly cock." Rebecca tried to sit up, shrugged, and lay down again. "Speaking of that, I wanna know where, how, when you got that and how you learned to use it. Please tell me Sally taught you. Fuck, I just pictured her with a huge cock. OMG, that's terrifying. Can you imagine her big, sexy ass, pounding a giant dick into you?"

"God, no, I'm not going there. I can't, don't have the strength to."

"Okay, but tell me how the hell you were transformed into a dick-wielding sexual goddess?"

"I confess, it was Sally's idea. She got me the outfit and toy and gave me access to a website, Straplezz. The site is full of videos of girls using those evil things on each other. I picked one and watched it over and over, and practiced walking in those death traps."

"Your aunt-Fuck, I want an aunt like her. She's cool, hot as fuck, buys you sex toys, and watches porn," Rebecca said. "I love her."

"I'm not sure she watches porn."

"Right, then how does she happen to know about a website I didn't know about, and gave you access to it? Did she sign up, pay, or just give you the username and password?"

Deana thought about it and said, "There's a lot about Sally you don't know. Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you more, but now I need you to help me upstairs to bed. Muscles I didn't know I had are killing me."

"I'm sure we can make it if we help each other."

When all the offices were empty, and before the cleaning service started on the 11th floor, Bobby quickly removed his Brooks Brothers suit, hung it in the closet, and donned black denim pants and a long sleeve army green shirt. He fastened the laces on the last pair of boots he had worn in Iraq, pulled a black hoodie over his head, and made his way to the service elevator.

Three blocks from the Midtown office building, Bobby flipped the hood up over his head and jumped on a South Line bus. It was a short trip to the Downtown stop where he exited with his hood down, wearing an Atlanta Braves ball cap. Once the bus and the others who had exited with him were gone, Bobby started jogging across Hurt Park. The cap got stuffed in a trash can before Bobby reached the other side of the park with a wool hat stretched over his red hair. He boarded a West Line bus toward Edgewood.

It was longer than the previous ride, but not enough time for Bobby to change his mind. He exited the bus. There was no hut, bench, or even street lights at this stop. Bobby started walking at a steady pace. If he went too fast or too slow it would draw suspicion. His eyes scanned, yet his head barely turned. It worked for a couple of blocks, then curious expressions became suspicious, challenging stares. Bobby turned left, counted his steps, and turned into the third alleyway that led between two abandoned buildings. It took a minute before his eyes adjusted to the dark enough for him to move at a steady walk.

When Bobby reached Druid Avenue, he turned right. Fifteen strides later, two men stepped out from in front of a van, standing shoulder to shoulder. The sidewalk was blocked. These weren't random thugs waiting for someone to rob. They had waited until he was between the van and the brick wall. Bobby didn't have to look; he sensed the presence of men behind him. That's what urban warfare training and dozens of special missions had done to Bobby's instincts. An escape plan formed in his mind, and Bobby knew it would work, yet all he did was say, "Jacob's ladder."

The black bag over Bobby's head showed him a new depth of darkness. The side door of the van slid open. Someone shoved Bobby, and he fell sideways onto the metal floor. His hands and ankles were zip-tied before he heard the sound of the rollers and the latch clicked into place. The two rear doors opened, the van sank, and they slammed shut. Thump, thump at the front, the engine started, and the van pulled away from the curb.

They're pretty good, Bobby thought, but they should have taken my watch away. That is if they noticed I looked at it. Bobby memorized the turns, left, left, right, left, right, left. If they let him see his watch when they arrived, Bobby knew it would be easy to find their destination again. That wasn't anything he cared to ever do, but he had counted the seconds between each turn and the next, anyway. Maybe at some point, Bobby would be able to think like someone who hadn't been terrified of dying every day.

Once the cutting edges of the plastic binds and the hood were gone, Bobby feigned pain, rubbed his wrists, and checked the time. 22:57. Not only could Bobby easily get back to the third floor of that building, he had been there before.

"Sorry about all that, lawyer man, but you know how it is," Sultan said.

Bobby nodded, staring at the two sleeves of tattoos, and he decided not to tell the leader of Edgewood Evil that his guys needed more training. "I appreciate you seeing me."

The man wiped a beefy hand back over his shiny bald head. "Why?" Sultan asked, resting his hand on the butt of the gun in his waistband.

"You said if I ever needed anything," Bobby said.

"I didn't," Sultan said. "I said, I owe you one."

Sultan, whose actual name was Edward Washington, had a good memory. Bobby hoped it included what Sultan had expected of him during the kidnapping and extortion trial. "Okay, can I ask you for something?" Bobby asked.

With a gesture that most wouldn't have noticed, Sultan sent the other four men out of the room. "You put yourself in a dangerous position," Sultan said. "That is if you followed my instructions."

I did, and I did, Bobby thought. Nobody, not even the best TV detectives would figure out where he had gone that night. The Edgewood Evil could kill him and dump his body wherever they hid all the other bodies Atlanta PD hadn't been able to produce so the DA could press charges.

"I did." Bobby reminded himself that he knew how to handle people like Edward Washington. "But I think you're a man of your word, and also the only person I could trust with this. It's that important."

Sultan pulled the pistol from his waistband, but Bobby didn't flinch. He had faced people who intended to kill him, memorized their body language, expressions, and mostly the crazed looks in the eyes of everyone he had to kill before they killed him. Even that woman, standing in her kitchen, surrounded by her children. Others in his unit hadn't learned to read a person or they were unwilling to trust their instincts to the point of firing on a lady or a kid. They were all dead now.

A god damn hand cannon, Bobby thought as Sultan set the short barrel Smith & Wesson Model 500 on the table. "Let's hear it." He sat and pointed at a chair.

Bobby gave the who and why as concisely as a lawyer can. "I'll do all the recon, coordinate, pick the location, and the timing with you when-"

"Not me," Sultan said. "I don't want to know anymore. In a day or two, someone will meet you, and you can work with him. He's ex-military, like you."

Military, Bobby thought. "Where?"

"You'll know when he's there, not before, and it'll be someplace safe," Sultan said. "After, consider us even."

Bobby nodded and thought about the guys from his unit that could have ended up on the wrong side of the law. He turned around and headed toward the door, knowing on the other side there would be four men ready to bag and zip-tie him again.