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Girl In A Box Ch. 1

By: margo_x_x



Chapter One: The Road from Innocence

"Isn't it true, Ms. Crenshaw, that the defendant, Laura Wesson, was so obsessed with your lesbian relationship, that she wanted her husband out of the way at any cost?" 

"No," Julie said from the stand.

"Wasn't she was so consumed with her perverted lust for you, that she would commit any act to get rid of him? Even murder!"

Judge Katherine Pool glanced over her glasses at the defense table, waiting for an objection. 

"Objection, your honor," Laura's lawyer said, half-heartedly. 

"Sustained," said the Judge.

"Let me bring your attention to the night of February 12th, Ms. Crenshaw, a full two weeks before the two of you 'Got a little too drunk.' Do you recall the night in question?"

"Yes," Julie said.

"Would you recount it for the court?"

"Our husbands were co-founders of Polytech Corp," Julie started, "Laura and I frequently joined them for evenings out with important clients."

"The boys were up in New York, but they were supposed to meet us in D.C. for some serious shmoozing. Laura and I were at her house getting ready when the call came." 

"And this call was from…" the prosecutor prompted. 

"Dave," she said, pointing to her husband at the defense table, "Something came up, and they were catching a flight to England."

Laura Wesson watched Julie from the defendant's table. She hardly recognized her. Hairstyle, makeup, her new ensemble, nothing looked the same. It was as if she was trying to recreate herself. She still exuded her raw sexuality, however, and Laura's mind went back to that cold February night when it all started. She could still see Julie standing in her bedroom, staring at the phone in her hand. 

"They won't be home tonight," Julie had said.

"What?"

"They're catching a flight to Heathrow, they might be gone as long as a week."

Laura balled her hands into fists as she stood there in her panties and bra. Her new gown covered half the bed. 

"What are we supposed to do?" she asked.

"We go, make apologies, and they mend the fences when they get back," Julie said.

"This is going to be a nightmare," Laura said prophetically. 

Four disastrous hours later, Laura's car sat rocking in her driveway after she slammed it into "Park." 

"All that, and now I have to come home to an empty house," Laura said. "I'm about ready to start smashing things. Why don't you just stay at my place tonight, it would be a great help."

"I'd love to," Julie said, "Can I break that orange lamp in the den?"

"Very funny," Laura said. "It is awful though, isn't it?"

"All you have to do is take care of the details," Julie said, straightening a picture in the vestibule as they went in. "Like accidentally breaking those gawd-awful things men always want to save."

"We all know you're a great housekeeper," Laura said, tipping the picture off kilter as she followed Julie in. "But Jim and I like a little chaos in our lives. We're both artists at heart."

"That's why you need Dave and I," Julie said, placing her purse carefully on the phone table. "Dave to keep you on the right side of the rules, and me to play with all that lovely money." She rubbed her hands and gave her greediest grin.

"Sometimes I think we were happier before we got all this money," Laura said, tossing her purse in the general direction of the couch. "All those lawyers and accountants drive me crazy."

Julie stuck out her bottom lip.

"Except for you and Dave, of course," Laura said. "Sometimes," she added.

Julie was looking at her funny, and Laura was afraid she had hurt her feelings.

"You've never tried our hot tub, have you?" Laura said. "I've got to unwind. Come on, let's hit it before we turn in."

"You're a genius," Julie said, "Do you have a suit I can borrow?"

"Yes, but you don't need one. No one can see." 

"You go out there naked?"

Laura wiggled her eyebrows and nodded.

"We'll freeze."

"Only for a second. You won't believe how good it feels when you get in. Come on, I'll race you." 

Bitter cold knifed thru their naked bodies as they pushed the cover off.

"Is it supposed to smell like that?"

"Eewww, get the cover back on, quick," 

"I'm fra…fra…freeeezing," Julie said, trying to dance and help wrestle the cover back on at the same time.

They were climbing all over each other trying to get back thru the sliding glass door, and had a squealing race back to Laura's warm bedroom. 

Julie was all hyped up once the bedrooms heat banished her chill, but Laura was crushed. 

"A warm shower is my last hope of salvation," Laura said. 

"I have a better idea. Lay down."

"Do what?"

Without answering, Julie stepped behind Laura, put her thumbs into the juncture of her neck and shoulders, and then dug them in. 

"Ahh," was all Laura could say as her shoulders slumped. 

Julie marched her to the bed, got her to lie down, and then perched on her naked butt. 

"Oh, god," Laura said as Julie's strong fingers dug into her. She was pulling the knots out of Laura's neck and shoulders, and it felt so good, it hurt.

"How am I doing?" Julie said, shaking out her hands. 

"Oh, god, I'll pay you a million dollars not to stop," Laura said, her tension fading into memory. 

"Dinner at the Olive Garden?" Julie said, her fingernail teasing Laura's back in tickling figure eights. 

"Anything, I'll give you my first born," Laura said, drooling. 

Laura's moans sounded nearly orgasmic as Julie's hands went rhythmically up and down her back. 

Jim gave her backrubs every once in a while, but the time was always subtracted from her limited foreplay quota. Julie was more like the Energizer Bunny. She was throwing her entire body into it. Laura wanted it to go on forever, but she could hear Julie getting winded. 

"That was wonderful," Laura said. 

"You want me to stop?" 

"No," Laura said, "but if I get any more relaxed, I'll start wetting the bed."

"Eewww," Julie giggled. 

She bounced before getting off, and pushed a section of sheet onto Laura's ass and smacked it.

"Getting a little frisky, aren't we?" Laura said.

"Yep," she said, flopping down spread-eagle, and taking up three quarters of the bed. 

"You really wore yourself out on me, didn't you?"

"I'm out of shape. If I work out like that every day, I'll look like Arnold in no time," she flexed her arms as if she had muscles. 

"No problem. I'll make up charts for you and everything. Come on wimp, is that all you've got? Make it burn, one more, come on," Laura said in her best drill sergeant voice. 

Julie let her tongue hang out and panted like a dog, "Arrr… I can't do any more…" pant, pant. She did a death twitch and went still with the tip of her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth.

"I've killed her," Laura said in mock horror, "I'll have to use the lifesaving "Hiem-Tickle-ick" maneuver." 

Julie screamed and scrambled out of the bed before Laura's fingers could reach her ribs. 

"Thank goodness you're all right," Laura said, not stirring from the bed to chase her, "I've had it. Maybe I'll show you later."

"You'd better not," Julie said, getting back in the bed.

"Gitchi-gitchi-goo," Laura taunted as she rolled to her side, facing away from Julie. 

That got her another swat on the backside. She responded by wiggling once before letting herself doze off. 

Nature called Laura in the middle of the night, and she was taken aback when she woke. Her friend was curled up in a tight little ball, and Laura was all over her back. She was drifting back to sleep when Julie rolled over and returned the favor. Her eyes popped open when the erect nipple poked into her, with the rest of Julie's breast pressing into her back close behind. It felt strange, but she didn't push her away. 

Spooning, she mused, as the warm body snuggled its way to comfort behind her, it's the most underrated part of sleeping with someone. Sex wasn't why she hated sleeping alone so much; it was this. She squirmed herself back into Julie the same way she did with Jim, and drifted back to sleep with a sigh. She dreamed that Jim was cuddled up behind her, kissing her neck, and caressing her breast. She could even imagine his lips on her nipple, sucking gently, like a ghost. 

"Rise and shine."

"Go away."

"Coffee's on, and breakfast will be ready in a sec., come on," Laura said, pulling the covers off Julie.

"No," Julie whined.

She was on her tummy, shoulders hunched, arms underneath her, and her ass dimpled as she squeezed it several times. 

Laura swallowed hard, and the covers slipped from her hand. 

"Hurry up," she said, clapping twice and running out of the room. 

Laura kept her eyes glued to her untouched mug of coffee as Julie breezed into the room. She was trying to get her arm into the inside-out sleeve of one of Laura's bathrobes. 

"Earth to Laura, where's my coffee?" Julie said.

Laura jumped up and poured her a mug. She almost dumped it on her when one of Julie's breasts popped out of the bathrobe. 

Laura had to tear her eyes away, and nix the morning's second crazy impulse. She had just had a strong urge to touch Julie's breast. Earlier, on the bed, she'd wanted to slide her hand up between Julie's legs, up to where she could see the tips of her fingers under her pussy, and rouse her by tickling her most sensitive places. 

Julie was a great friend, and Laura knew she could take all kinds of liberties with her, but that kind of stuff was over the line, way over the line. 

"You okay?" 

"Yeah," Laura said, afraid to look up.

"So what's the plan?"

"First, I'm going to call those spa people and find out why my hot tub smells like a sewer," Laura said, coming to herself, "I can't force you to knock yourself out every time I have a hissy-fit."

"Don't be silly. I didn't mind a bit," Julie said, patting Laura's hand, "Besides, I'm going to eat like a pig at the Olive Garden tonight."

"What? You're going to hold me to that?"

They got to the Olive Garden before the dinner crowd, and were seated right away. Julie was in fine spirits, but Laura was upset from the man who'd come to fix the hot tub. 

"What a jerk."

"Don't worry about it."

"He as much as said we were filthy pigs and took baths in it."

"He was able to tell all that from those little test tubes?"

Laura stuck her tongue out a Julie. 

"Garçon," Julie said, snapping her fingers over her head, "A bottle of your finest wine. Money is no object." 

"Let's get drunk," she said to Laura.

"They have some real expensive wines here," the young man waiting on them said. 

"How expensive?" Laura said.

"Okay, we'll have a bottle of pretty good wine, and get a little tipsy," Julie said after he told them. 

Three bottles of wine, and one fabulous meal later, they were back at the house seeing if the hot tub full of fresh water was warm enough for the cold winter night.

"Looks like you're stuck with me, again." 

"It'll be perfect in no time," Laura said.

Instead of answering, Julie stood with her hands up by her shoulders and wiggled her fingers like small claws. Laura grinned and lay down on the floor.

Laura was smoothing out her dress under her, when Julie climbed aboard. The knees of Julie's slacks came down on the dress, and the cloth held Laura's hands pinned to the floor. She could have pulled her hands free, but it felt as if Julie was holding her down as her helpless prisoner, and the thought made her heart race. The fingers were just as magical, but Laura wasn't getting relaxed. 

"Your turn," Julie said, swatting Laura on the ass.

"Me? I don't know how…."

"Learn," Julie said, lying down next to Laura.

As Laura took her position, she saw Julie's ass go up and down in anticipation of what was to come. In her mind, she could see the flesh dimpling beneath the slacks, just the way they had that morning. 

She sat down on Julie's ass, but lifted up again with a jolt. Her teeth nipped at her lower lip as she tried to ignore how nice it felt to press herself down on Julie's tight, round bottom. 

"Oh, you're a natural," Julie said as Laura kneaded her flesh. 

Laura was trying to concentrate on what her hands were doing, but the feel of Julie's ass between her legs kept distracting her. She had gotten into a slow rhythm up and down her back, and then stopped, suddenly embarrassed. Her hips had started echoing the movement, and other, deeper, muscles were picking up the cadence as well. 

"Don't stop," Julie said.

"Cramp," Laura said, shaking her hand. She started to get up, and then quickly sat back down. There was a wet spot on Julie's slacks where Laura's panties had been rubbing. The cold spot Julie would feel if she got up had her trapped. 

"Let's give the tub another try," Laura said.

"No. Do me first. Do me, do me," Julie said, kicking her feet on the carpet like a child having a temper tantrum. 

"I've created a monster," Laura said, "You're going to try my hot tub if I have to drag you in."

With that, Laura slid down Julie's legs and in a single motion, jerked down her slacks. 

"Stop," Julie squealed, trying to save them. 

"Hot tub?" Laura said, keeping a death grip on the tell tale slacks.

"Okay," Julie said, "but you still owe me a back rub."

The temperature was marginal by the time they got in, and comfortably warm by the time they got out. Laura took a break to run in and take a pee, and came back with a bottle of Southern Comfort. Julie only took a sip, making a face afterwards, so Laura took slugs straight from the bottle, like a lush, as Julie made fun of her. 

"Time to pay up," Julie said as they dashed to the bathroom.

"I think we have some massage oil here somewhere," Laura said, once they were dry, "Here it is, it's not even open."

"Wesson Oil," Julie said, "That's good stuff."

Laura actually looked at the label before catching Julie's grin.

"Aw, come on, that was funny," Julie said, following Laura Wesson to the bed.

Laura just shook her head as she crawled onto the bed, but her shoulders shook once. 

"Okay, sour puss, lay down," Julie said, cracking the seal and pouring some in her hand, "You're going to owe me big time after this."

Laura got on the bed, head spinning from the booze, and waited for the warmth of Julie's naked butt on her own. She sighed when it happened, and surrendered to a world of sensual pleasure as the soft hands slid up and down her back. 

Once again, Julie proved her strength and endurance; she attacked the muscles in Laura's back and subdued them with rising intensity. 

"I'm dead," Laura slurred, barely able to move her lips. 

Julie did the same thing with the sheet when she got off as she had the night before. The sheet sliding over her butt under pressure instantly replaced the warmth of her lifting crotch. Laura understood now, that Julie had just wiped her moisture from the cheeks of Laura's ass. If she'd known why Julie had done that last night, it would have upset her. Tonight, however, she didn't find it offensive. 

That night she dreamed it was Julie's lips kissing her neck, and soft, feminine hands caressing her breasts. She dreamed that Julie was making love to her, sucking her breast, and caressing her ass. She could almost feel the soft hand slide up between her legs, and a gentle finger searching for the opening. Part of her dream mind wanted her to stop, but another part said it was only a dream, and she should enjoy it. 

She had never come in her sleep before. She'd heard that men did it all the time, but she'd never heard of a woman doing so. She was mortified. Her cries of passion not only tore her from sleep, but woke Julie as well.

"I was having a nightmare," she lied quickly, "go back to sleep."

Laura ran to the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. What was happening to her? Her hand slid down between her legs and into the slickness that shouldn't be there. She tried to picture Jim's beautiful body as she took a shuddering breath. 

Jim's face wouldn't form in her mind. Instead, she saw the lithe body of Julie and could smell her sex. She pulled her hand from her pussy and sat on the toilet, dropping her chin in her hands. The smell of her own sex filled her nose, and she watched in amazement as the woman in the mirror sniffed the smelly finger, and then put it in her mouth. 

The phone woke them up at 5AM. 

"Hello?" Laura said after God knew how many rings.

"She's here," Laura, said, looking at Julie, "She's been keeping me company while you two traipse around the world. Let me see if she's up."

"Dave," Laura silently mouthed the name.

Julie just stared for the longest time. Finally, she seemed to snap out of it and took the phone.

"Hello?" she said. "Okay, okay, wait, let me get a pencil." She scribbled for a moment. "Okay, 'bye." She hung up and looked at Laura. "They'll be arriving at Dulles at 6:47 tonight," she said in a monotone.

"Oh, good," Laura said, quietly, without conviction. 

The two of them sat on the bed, each lost in her own thoughts. 

So ends chapter one, dear reader. A quick look back at the happy days of innocence, before we descend into the dark days of depravity ahead. The faint of heat or easily offended should avert their eyes when chapter two arrives.

Next chapter… Into the Pit.

Girl In A Box Ch. 2-3



A lesbian who-done-it.

Chapters Two and Three.

This is the second and third chapters of "Girl in a Box." Don't start reading here, go back and read chapter one first. Failure to do so will cause confusion; loss of erotic impact, and the Center for the Public Health warns that it might cause your dick to fall off.

Into the Pit

"Did Ms. Wesson try to seduce you during the two days you spent at her home?"

"It wasn't like that at all," Julie said.

"Really. Did you seduce her?"

"Objection, your Honor."

"I'll allow it," Judge Katherine Pool said.

"We didn't have sex, and neither of us tried to seduce the other," Julie said.

"Did you sleep in the same bed both nights?"

"Yes."

"Did you both sleep in the nude?"

"Yes."

"Isn't it true that there are eight bedrooms in the Wesson home?"

"I wouldn't be much company on the other side of the house."

"Was it unusually warm that February night?"

"No," Julie said, "It was colder than a witch's… chest."

The prosecutor waited for the sparse chuckles to die down, "Yet on this very cold night, both of you elected to sleep in the nude, in the same bed."

"It was hot in the house."

"Obviously," the prosecutor said, getting his own chuckles. 

"So you claim your friendship didn't become intimate until much later, that you were still just 'experimenting' when Mr. Wesson was murdered."

"We had done it, if that's what you mean," Julie said.

"By 'done it,' do you mean that you and Mrs. Wesson had made love to each other?"

"Yes."

"Did your husbands know about this?"

"No."

"What if they had? What if Mr. Wesson had found out? What if he was so angry…"

"Objection."

"Sustained."

"Dave knows all about it, and he's sitting right there helping to defend her."

"Strike, your honor," the prosecutor said. 

"The jury will disregard the last statement. When I sustain an objection, don't answer the question, Ms. Crenshaw."

"Sorry, ma'am."

"The defendant claims that she was with you on the night of March 12th, between the hours of six and nine in the evening. Is that correct?"

"Yes."

"And we've shown beyond a shadow of a doubt that the bomb was planted at nine-o-seven."

"Objection. A shadow of a doubt is for the jury to decide."

"Sustained."

"How far is it from the beach house to the hangar where the plane was kept?"

"It takes about an hour."

"So if she was with you, sixty miles away, and she didn't leave until nine, it would be pretty hard for her to get there in seven minutes, wouldn't it?"

"That's right. She has a perfect alibi. She didn't do it," Julie said.

"Let's look at this 'just experimenting' relationship, and this 'perfect alibi,' shall we?"

"Go right ahead," Julie said.

"What were the two of you doing for three hours at a beach house in the middle of winter?"

"Hanging out, talking, playing games," Julie said, "We probably made out a little, too."

"We all appreciate that bit of candor, Ms. Crenshaw. Let's look at this a little closer, shall we? Hanging out, that pretty much covers everything else, doesn't it? Talking? Why you could be doing that while you were 'making out,' couldn't you? Games. What kind of games? Monopoly? Nintendo? Card games? War?"

Julie sat bolt upright in her chair.

"War. You seem to recognize that one. Did you play war?"

"Yes."

"You'll have to speak up. Did you play war that night?"

"Yes," Julie said.

"I've played war," the prosecutor said, "Incredibly boring game. Seems to go on forever. Can't imagine an adult playing it for hours, can you?"

"I guess not," Julie said softly.

"You weren't playing the card game though, were you? That was just your pet name for a sex game, wasn't it?"

"I said we made out some."

"In fact, your little game of war is also called a "sex fight," isn't it? It's a game where each of you tries to make the other one have an orgasm first. I understand that even normal lesbians find this game too intense for them. It sounds like you got a long way down the lesbian road, considering you were only having pajama parties the month before. Oh, I'm sorry, you weren't wearing any pajamas, were you?"

"Obb-jeck-tion, your honor."

Julie looked over at the jury. Most of the men were squirming in their seats, and a couple of the women were slightly flushed. One girl, in the front, was staring into Julie's eyes with her lips slightly parted. Julie knew what that look meant. She'd seen it on Laura's face two weeks after she'd brought her to climax in her sleep. 

The two weeks had been torture for Julie. The missing money had brought armies of pinch-faced men to Polytech, and Julie's bookkeeping knowledge kept her by Jim and Dave's side till the wee hours of the morning. On the final night, she left the two men to pull another all-nighter, and went directly to Laura's house. Laura been sleeping alone for fourteen nights, while their husbands slept at the headquarters building, and the last one who had shared her bed had been Julie.

Julie knew her victory was complete the moment the door opened. The woman before her was about to explode with pent up lust. Julie simply walked in and closed the door without saying a word.

She then kissed her square on the mouth, and the trail of clothes only went halfway to the bedroom before reaching their writhing bodies on the floor. Once Julie dragged the goddess down from her cloister, she had become a lust filled beast. 

Laura was the one who came up with war. She always lost, but she loved to play it anyway. Julie was always the attacker, and Laura always defended. 

The beach house had been so cold that night that they had played it with their sweaters on. 

"You're going down, Laura," Julie had said.

"Glad to, but you have to win first."

"Assume the position, loser."

Laura laid down on her back, put her feet on the floor, and spread her legs. She was wearing a big, bulky sweater, and nothing else.

"Mind if I give you a little kiss first?"

"No cheating," Laura said, snapping her legs together. 

"Just a little smooch?" Julie said, wiggling her tongue.

"That's cheating," Laura said, starting to get up.

"Okay, okay. You don't have a chance anyway."

Laura opened her legs again, and Julie knelt down between them. Carefully lining up their pussies, she leaned forward and pinned Laura's wrists to the floor with her hands. The war was on.

Laura was not allowed to move her hands or feet; any other movement was okay. Julie had to keep her hands pinning Laura's wrists, and wasn't allowed to put either leg outside Laura's. 

"You didn't say go," Laura complained as Julie's pussy found hers and ground away on it.

"Go," Julie said, and pumped at triple time. 

Laura twisted to the side, but Julie got a good hip drag into the soft flesh and forced an early gasp out of Laura. Their pussies were lined up perfectly again, so Julie used her patented machine gun thrusts to push Laura closer.

"No," Laura moaned, twisting and straining.

"No? Don't say no to me, bitch. Beg me to fuck you. Come on, beg."

"Stop it! Oww!"

"Come on, you little cunt. I can see it. You're my bitch, aren't you?"

"Arrr, fuck, no," Laura said, trying to get the pussy rubbing hers off with all her might. Her struggles were so wild, she actually bounced Julie into the air several times, but her feet never left the spot on the floor.

"You lose again."

"Not yet, I haven't," Laura said, straining.

"You've had it, slut. I can see it in your face. Come on; let's hear that moaning you do. Gonna' whimper for me bitch? Gonna beg? Atta-girl, let it out. You can do better than that, let me hear you scream."

"Wait, stop. Julie, you're hurting me."

"Hurts so good. Let it out, baby. That's the only way to make it go away."

"Noooo," Laura moaned, turning her head. 

Julie pounced with her lips, getting Laura's sensitive neck. She tried to defend the sneak attack by moving her head back, but Julie's mouth found hers, and the battle was lost. 

Laura moaned endlessly into Julie's sealing lips. Her feet flew out from their game spots, and thrashed around as she came. 

Julie didn't slow down. She never did. Though she'd already won, she kept Laura pinned and kept grinding their pussies together, bruising her captives lips. She came a short time later.

"You're not done yet," Julie said later from the couch, "I feel like having my toes sucked tonight."

"Aw, Julie, do I have to?"

"Sure do, loser. Get between the toes, I still found dirt there last time."

"Julie, you are a total pig."

Julie sat on the couch, flipping thru TV Guide, Laura kneeling in front of her, holding her foot in both hands, her mouth over the end of it, and her tongue going in and out of the toes. 

"You look very good like that. Those cute little puppy-dog eyes looking up at me. You're a perfect little slave."

Laura lifted her middle finger off Julie's foot. 

"Are you still with us, Ms. Crenshaw?" the prosecutor said.

"Yes," Julie said, looking around shyly. 

"Taking a little trip down memory lane, were we?"

Julie glared at him. 

"While your mind is still in that neighborhood, let's skip ahead to the next day, March 13th, the day after Mr. Wesson's plane exploded and plunged him to his death. Would you read the highlighted portion of the interview you gave police that day, please?"

Julie started reading as they put up a large board behind her with the same section printed out in six-inch tall letters. 

Officer Brooks: "How is it that you remember the time Ms. Wesson left?"

Ms. Crenshaw: "I watch reruns of "Tip of the Iceberg" on Cable 27 every chance it get. 

"Laura hates that show, and she had to leave anyway."

Officer Brooks: "Which one was it?"

Ms. Crenshaw: "The one where the old Oriental woman wouldn't press charges against 

the young hooligans."

Officer Brooks: "Yeh, that was a tricky one."

"Thank you Ms. Crenshaw. Would you now read the item I circled in this issue of TV Guide?"

He replaced the board behind her with another. It had a blown up picture of a page from TV Guide. 

"9:00 PM, Ch. 27, Tip of the Iceberg 

Bart and Jen find a Chinese shopkeeper has more to hide than the youth gang 

that terrorizes her."

"Thank you. Would you read the date at the top of that page for me?"

"That can't be right," Julie said.

"Could you speak up, please? What date is at the top of that page?"

"That can't be right," said Julie, louder. 

"What is the date at the top of that page, Ms. Crenshaw? You can look up here if the type is too small for you."

"March 11th," Julie said.

"So the show you remember the very next day actually played two days earlier, is that correct?" 

"No. It played that night."

"Could you have watched it a day earlier and gotten confused?"

"No," Julie said.

"Oh yes, that's right. You were at a cozy little night spot the night before, weren't you?"

Julie's mouth dropped open, and she stared at him. 

"Dinner for two, soft lights, slow dancing," he took a couple steps to a silent tune. "Let's see, whom did you have that heavy date with?" he flipped a sheet of paper. "Ah yes, here it is."

He looked up from the paper, looked directly at Laura, then Julie, and then Laura again.

"Did they have 'Tip of the Iceberg' on the TV at this gay and lesbian bar? Were you catching a peek over Mrs. Wesson's shoulder while she shoved her tongue down your throat?"

"Objection."

"Sustained." 

"I have witnesses," he turned and looked at a man in the second row, "who'll say that there was not only no television at that club,…" 

Laura looked at the man in the second row. She hadn't recognized him. He was the same cocky stud who had tried to parley them into a threesome. He wasn't cocky any more. He had a strange haunted look. He had called himself Tex, but Laura had heard better Texas drawls from the Brits. 

"…but a marching band could have stomped past without either of you noticing. Isn't it true Mrs. Crenshaw, that you were doing everything short of making love on the table when that episode of 'Tip of the Iceberg' was on?" 

"Objection, your honor," Laura's lawyer said as he checked his watch.

Instead of ruling, Judge Pool simply watched Laura's lawyer, until he finally looked up. She started to say; "sustained," but a low giggling was starting from the back of the courtroom. 

Heads were starting to swivel, when the giggles erupted into maniacal laughter. A scrawny figure rose from the back and filled the court with his booming voice. 

"Your sins have made you blind," he bellowed, climbing over a bench to avoid the converging bailiffs, "You must face the truth. Seek forgiveness and grant it, or you will face eternal damnation."

Laura stared in shock, as the small form of Bobby Thompson was pulled down from the benches, and dragged out of the courtroom. What was the crazy little homeless man doing here? 

Bobby the Preacher, she called him, because everything he said sounded like it came from the Bible. She'd been overpaying him for odd jobs for close to a year now, and had always thought he was harmless. The visage that had just been ranting and raving was a far more frightening Bobby the Preacher than she had ever seen. 

Laura's blood ran cold as she remembered some of the more recent odd jobs she'd given him. She had even dropped him off at the beach house, to clean it, the night before she took Julie there. Was he the one who'd been telling the police so much? Was he somehow involved in this nightmare?

"Eternal damnation," his voice echoed from the hall. 

Chapter Three

Velvet Traps

Bobby the Preacher was still struggling when they got him to a side door. He was demanding to talk to "God's fist" when one of his own fists connected with a bailiff's jaw. 

"That's it. Book this asshole."

"Blind! You're all blind! The truth shall set you free!" he raved as they dragged him out the door.

Bobby was thrown in the drunk tank. All the voices in his head argued over the significance of this. He fought to silence them, and sat drained by the effort. 

"What are you in for?" a fat, black man asked.

"Shining the light of truth. Saving the lost from damnation," Bobby said in his booming voice.

The yellowed whites of the black man's eyes rolled and he went to the far corner of the cell, "Amen, brother," he said softly, a sardonic smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Good luck."

"The truth will set you free. Hellfire and damnation without forgiveness. Shut up, all of you," Bobby kept mumbling as he sat.

If only the voices would stop. If only they'd let him think. They hadn't been so bad that night in February. 

It had been bitter cold, and Bobby was chilled to the bone. He went to the big house, the one where the beautiful rich lady lived. The one with the hot tub. The hot tub had saved him that winter. They were seldom home, and the tub was hidden from view. 

The accident had brought the mixed blessings of the voices, but part of the price was the loss of his sense of smell. He could tell if he smelled bad from the reactions of the people he tried to bum money off, and they didn't wrinkle their noses for days after he soaked in the life-giving warmth of the hot tub. 

He needed the tub that night, but the woman was home. He worked his way up into his Angel tree, the one that overlooked her bedroom. She had that other woman with her. They were putting on evening gowns. They were going out. He could wait.

He was easing in as they click-clacked down the driveway to the car, but waited till he heard the engine fade before he turned on the jets. He sighed and let the warmth seep clear down to his soul. 

He had just got the cover back on when he heard the car, and was back in the Angel tree by the time they got in the house.

He had just laid out his bedroll on the makeshift platform when loud squealing froze him. They burst into Laura's bedroom as he watched, and they were both naked. 

Bobby was Laura's guardian angel. What good was a guardian angel if he didn't watch over her? 

The voices started as soon as Julie rested her nakedness on Laura. She might be fooling Laura, but Bobby could see the lust on her face as she rubbed her nastiness on Laura's innocent back. The voices were telling him to warn them, but the evil one had taken possession of his loins and held him motionless.

The evil one lost his grip when they finally settled down and drifted off to sleep, but roused again, with a vengeance, when Julie started committing her foul acts on Laura's sleeping form. 

The voices were crying out urgently that he must do something, and he thought he was answering their call as he shimmied out on the tree's branch. The evil one, however, was in full control of his body. His voice kept still, and his eyes were forced wide as he clung to the branch scant inches from her bedroom window.

Julie looked like a spider, hovering over her prey. Her head dipped down, and the gap between lips and neck disappeared. She was holding her hair so it wouldn't tickle the sleeping woman, and her feather light kisses only caused the slightest of stirs. 

Pain grew in Bobby's loins as the evil one forced blood into the devils wand. Even the bitter cold couldn't damp the fever that was gripping him.

Laura rolled to her back, and Julie froze above her. She waited motionless, hovering, waiting. Her head started to lower. Below the predator lips, Laura's nipple lay in ignorant repose. Slowly, painfully slowly, the lips drew nearer. A sigh froze the stalker for a moment, and then the descent resumed. 

Tree bark suffered silently as Bobby's claws dug into it. The evil one obviously possessed Julie. No normal human could descend that slowly, take the nipple into its mouth that gently, or suckle that long without waking the victim. 

Bobby saw the glint of white fingers in the shadow between Julie's legs. They were moving in a blur as she sucked on Laura's breast.

It ended an eternity later, and panic gripped Bobby when he tried to move. He couldn't move the fingers that gripped the branch, nor the legs that scissored it. Only his head and eyes had movement, and they were being pulled back to the sight beyond the window. 

Julie had curled up behind Laura, with one hand lifted in the air. She curled all but one of her fingers, and brought the single finger to Laura's face. She didn't touch the befouled finger to Laura's face; she simply held it close under her nose. Bobby understood her evil design. She was imprinting her scent on Laura, preparing the sleeping woman for the final conquest. She planned to grasp Laura's auburn hair some day, and draw her innocent face to the foulness between her legs. Even now, the stench of her lust was wrapping its tendrils around the feelings of pleasure the cunning hands were gently stroking into her. When the time came, she wouldn't cry out with revulsion as she was drawn down, nor struggle as her face was pressed to the wet dankness. 

Control of his body returned, and the voices argued as he worked his way back to the platform. Which power had wanted him to see that? The good, so he could craft ways to set things right? Or evil, so the Devil's wand throbbing between his legs could rule his life and drag him down to damnation? 

The part of his mind that was still his grew silent. He didn't know what to think. The voices would figure it out and tell him in the morning. He curled up in his pack and listened to them argue late into the night. 

"Get your stuff, freak," a burly guard said. 

"They say you hit an officer," his social worker said, but Bobby didn't answer. 

The voices were telling him his hands were dirty, but he couldn't see the dirt. She led him outside, and he could see more and more dirt on his hands as she led him to her car. He kept trying to wipe it off on the seat, but the dirt kept getting thicker all the way to the hospital. They were going to let him stay in one of the nice, white rooms tonight. He'd be warm, and they'd feed him. He liked this place, but he wished they'd let him wash his hands again. 




Girl In A Box Ch. 2-3



Dave and Julie Crenshaw waited across the street from the courthouse as the news media massed for their daily assault on Laura. 

Dave wasn't just helping his defense lawyer friend with Laura's case; he was paying most of the bills. Laura's assets were tied up in litigation, and she'd have a public defender if it weren't for Dave. 

"I have to talk to her," Julie said, as the throng converged on her hapless lover. 

"We stick to the plan," Dave said. 

"She thinks I've betrayed her," Julie said.

"You can't talk to her. You can't be seen near each other," Dave said, "She knows what we've agreed on as well as you do. It was just a fling. You were just two neglected wives seeking comfort in each other's arms."

"I know," Julie said. "She's almost as upset about the 'man-hating dyke' label as the murder charge. But you have to find a way for me to talk to her."

"Are you in love with her?" Dave asked.

"I love you. Don't you forget that. If you ever let doubts into our marriage, you'll destroy us," Julie said grimly.

"I didn't mean it, honey. This whole thing is making me crazy," Dave said, hugging her, "I'll find a way for you to talk to Laura." 

"And what the hell's wrong with her lawyer? Is he stupid or something?"

"I know it looks that way, but he's brilliant. Just you wait," Dave said.

Julie nodded once, unconvinced, and took his keys from his hand, "I have to go to the beach house," she said. "I'll see you at home later."

The prosecuting attorney's assistant kept pretending to read the newspaper as Dave watched her drive off.

It was still light when she got to the beach, and crowds had replaced the desolation that winter brought to the area. She let herself in, and curled her legs under her on the couch. 

Her hand slipped between her legs as she remembered the times she'd spent with Laura.

They'd become friends within moments of their introduction. The boys had known each other for years, but the wives didn't meet until Jim and Dave decided to become partners. 

It had been a hell of a roller coaster, but Polytech had soared beyond anyone's dreams. As the money kept piling up, their stature had risen, and their circle of friends widened. All the while, Julie's heart thumped whenever Laura was near, and she dreamed of the day she would have her. 

Their first night together had been a sleepless hell. A million times, she wanted to scream out her frustration, and ravage the beauty sleeping beside her. A million times she held back and took only what wouldn't be noticed. It wasn't until the next night that she knew that her dreams would soon come true. 

Laura had been rubbing herself on Julie's ass. 

Julie had rubbed herself on Laura, but had done it with far more subtlety. Julie knew there was turmoil in Laura's psyche, she'd seen it on her face at breakfast, and watched it erupt as goose bumps before her ass pressed down on Laura's. 

She was trying to chase her demons by drinking too much, and Julie egged her on, knowing her sleep tonight would be a deep one. 

She knew she would taste Laura's nectar tonight, and by the end of the week they'd be lovers. Her heart was thumping, and she could hardly breathe as she waited for Laura to fall asleep. 

"Are you asleep?" Julie said, her hand on Laura's shoulder. 

No response.

"I love you, sweetheart. I've loved you for a long time. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Do you know that?"

Laura's steady breathing went on, and a faint smile played on her supple lips.

Julie's hands caressed Laura's flawless breasts, and her lips kissed trails from the slender neck to the high cheekbones of her classically chiseled face. 

"I love the way you smell, Laura. I love the way you feel," Julie continued to whisper, her voice barely audible, even to herself.

She wrapped her arms around Laura's head and drew her to her bosom. Laura's breath tickled her breasts as she buried her face in Laura's lush hair and pulled in a great lung full of Laura's clean, fresh smell. 

Laura was trying to lift the hand pinned under Julie's body, and Julie knew instinctively where Laura wanted to brush her face. She wiped her hand down the left side of Laura's face, and the hand settled back in its trap. 

"Julie knows what you want," Julie said. "She knows what you need. Relax, my love, let Julie show you how love can be."

Heavy breathing and the ceaseless rustle of sheets filled the room as Julie made her strange kind of love to Laura. 

"Suck it, my love," she'd say as she dangled her breast over Laura's lips, the rock hard nipple just grazing. 

Incredibly soft lips took the nipple and suckled. Julie's arms shook with the effort to hold herself up. She wanted to let go, press down, until her breast covered the entire face of the sleeping beauty. 

She would turn around, and nuzzle her face on Laura's ass, kiss and lick every part of it, even bury her face in the crack and breath her nastiness. 

She even wanted to straddle her face, hold her pussy lips open, and let Laura's soft breath stoke the fire there. She didn't do that, she couldn't. That way laid discovery or madness. 

"I have a confession, my dear. I've been selfish. You've made me come, and I've only tortured you."

Julie's mouth closed on Laura's pussy, but she had to pull away when Laura started to moan. 

"We can't have that, can we?" Julie said, "What would you think if you woke up with my head between your legs? You taste even better than I dreamed, but I'll have to wait for that drink until we can enjoy it together."

She arranged herself so she could feign innocence when Laura woke up. She took one last lick of the salt on the back of Laura's neck and slid her hand between Laura's legs. Her finger went into the warm slickness, and found the man in the boat standing. 

She had barely begun when Laura came with a shuddering cry. Terror gripped Julie as she tried to act as if she'd just been wakened, and she sagged with relief when Laura ran to the bathroom. 

She was in there a long time, and Julie's smile was starting to fade into slumber when Laura finally came out. Her heart soared when Laura's lips gently kissed her shoulder as she settled in behind her. She wanted to turn, and consummate their love right then, but tomorrow would bring another night. 

"Tomorrow is the night, my darling," Julie said when Laura's breathing took on the rhythms of sleep, "I'll show you a whole new world, and you'll be mine forever. Sleep tight, my love, get plenty of rest. You'll need it."

Think the story is starting to get a little dark? 

You ain't seen nothin' yet! 

If you find any of this unsettling, then avoid the next chapter at all costs. It's called:

I-95: Next Exit, Hell



Girl in a Box Ch. 4-9



STOP! Don’t read this until you’ve read parts one and two! You can click on my name at the top and the new page will have the entire saga all lined up for you. You’ll also be able to see some of my other brain farts.

Chapter Four

I-95: Next Exit, Hell

Both the sunset and Baltimore’s congestion were behind her as she headed north on I-95. Laura could get in trouble for being out of Virginia, but the old man’s story was the first ray of hope she’d had since this nightmare had begun. 

She couldn’t believe that Jim had had a gambling problem. She’d never seen the signs. But the proof was all waiting for her in New Jersey, with the brother of the old homeless man who’d come out of nowhere to help her.

“I don’t know if you remember me,” the old guy had said, “you gave me some money yesterday.”

“Of course I do,” Laura had said, looking in her purse.

“No, that’s okay, ma’am. I’m here to help you this time. I know about your trouble, and a couple things you don’t,” he looked around fearfully, and eased back into an alcove. 

“What!” Laura had said.

“I could get killed, telling you this,” he whispered.

She kept speeding up as she thought about it, so she set the cruise control at sixty-five. The missing money at Polytech, the bomb in his plane, they could all be explained by gambling debts to brutal gangsters. It felt as if she was crawling as she drove on in the gathering darkness. 

A blue flicker made her glance at the rear view mirror, her speedometer, and back at the mirror. The cruise control was keeping her right at the speed limit, but the cop car didn’t pull around her. It followed her into the disabled lane and parked well off the road behind her. 

“Turn off your engine, ma’am,” it was a woman’s voice. 

“I wasn’t speeding, officer.” 

“License and registration, please,” she said.

Laura could see the woman’s waist, and a heavily laden belt. 

“Wait here,” she said.

The equipment-laden belt did nothing to hide the size of the policewoman’s hips, and the pants of her uniform stretched tightly over her ample ass. Laura struggled with a smile as an obnoxious rap song popped into her head:

“I like big butts, and I cannot lie…”

“Where ya’ heddin’?” said the other officer, making Laura jump. She must have come around the front of the car from the passenger side. She was much slimmer than the other one and spoke with a drawl.

“New Jersey,” Laura replied

“Nice night for a drive,” she said, shining her flashlight in Laura’s face.

“Help Mrs. Wesson out of the car,” the first officer said when she got back.

“Sure thing, Helen. Out cha’ go, missy.”

“What’s the matter?” Laura said, undoing her seatbelt as the second officer held the door. 

“You’ll have to come with us, ma’am,” said Helen, “Please step out of the car.”

“What did I do?” Laura said.

“Your rear license plate wasn’t visible,” she said, “and you appear to be in violation of a court order not to leave Northern Virginia. Please step back to our police unit and place your hands on the hood.”

“You carrying any weapons?” the second officer asked as she slipped her hand under Laura’s dress and slid it up between her legs.

“No. Hey, watch it!” Laura said when the hand slipped under the crotch of her panties. 

She only got part way up before Helen slammed her back down on the hood. She jerked Laura’s arm up behind her back and pressed down on Laura’s neck with her forearm. 

“We have to search you before we take you in,” Helen said, “Try to cooperate, please.”

The smaller one had Laura’s dress up on her back and had pulled her panties down to her knees. She was holding Laura’s legs apart with her own, and was twisting a third finger into Laura’s pussy. The I-95 traffic didn’t notice a thing as it zoomed past. 

“Gun.”

“Let me see,” Helen said, and took the small pistol while her partner put handcuffs on Laura. 

“That’s not mine,” Laura said as she was pushed to the back of the police car.

“It appears to be a .22 caliber pistol,” Helen said clearly, turning the gun back and forth in front of the middle of the windshield of the police car. 

“We might as well turn the tape off,” Helen said, as she took the next off ramp.

“Hmm, we’re all alone now,” the other one said, turning in her seat. “I’m Rose, and Helen here is my partner. We’re going to have to make a detour on the way to the station. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Who are you? What do you want?” Laura said.

“We’re just a couple of public servants, trying to keep the streets safe. A little bird told us we might run across you, and I’m happy we did. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Rose said, and then licked her fingers, “And you taste good too.”

“I guess looks and money aren’t enough for some people, are they Mrs. Wesson,” Helen said. 

“Here we are,” Rose said, as they parked in the middle of nowhere. “You look great on TV, but I can’t believe how gorgeous you are in person. This is going to be great.”

Laura scrambled back as Rose opened the back door and started to crawl in, and then yelped when the door behind her opened. Helen caught her under the arms and dragged her out of the car.

“Get the blanket,” Helen said, as Laura kicked and twisted. 

They were very careful removing her clothes. Laura fought them every inch of the way, but they never tore so much as a button. 

Rose stood over her while Helen got undressed, and then Helen checked that Laura’s handcuffs were secure while Rose shed her uniform. 

“We look like an evolution chart,” Rose said as she knelt on the blanket. “Bing, bing, bing,” she pointed to herself, Laura and Helen, in that order.

Rose was small breasted, slender, with a wiry look about her. Helen was a bit too full figured. Her slim waist and firm body told of long hours at the gym, but gravity was destined to win the battle with her breasts. Between them, in the ‘perfect’ spot on the chart, Laura was struggling herself into exhaustion. 

“Have you ever seen tits like this?” Rose said.

“Only in my dreams,” Helen said, gently running her hands over Laura’s breasts.

Laura was exhausted. Each breath burned fire in her lungs, yet the two women had handled her struggles without breaking a sweat. Helen’s armpit held Laura’s face down while she fondled Laura’s breast, the smell of deodorant mingling with the scent it was trying to hide. Rose sat on Laura’s ankles, pinching her pussy and the soft flesh around it. 

“You can’t do this,” Laura said, “This is rape, I’ll…”

“Listen carefully, gorgeous. You can say things like; ‘Oh, that feels good,’ or, ‘Please suck my titties,’ you can even say; ‘Let me lick your nasty snatch,’ if you want to, but threats, or anything like them, really piss us off. You might get seriously hurt while trying to escape if we get pissed off. Do you understand?”

Laura was silent. They were going to rape her, and the only question was what kind of shape she’d be in afterwards. 

“You’re an incredibly attractive woman,” Helen said, getting off and putting her face close to Laura’s. “I know that you’re rotten to the core, but you look like an angel. Rose and I are going to spend some time in heaven; you can join us if you want, or you can make this your personal hell.”

She sealed Laura’s mouth with a kiss, and Laura didn’t resist the invading tongue.  

Laura uncoupled her mind from her body as the two monsters pawed and sucked on her. Helen spent the entire time in deep kisses with Laura, and sucking on her breasts. Sometimes she’d want Laura to suck her breasts, but she’d be back to kissing right away. 

Rose would lie on Laura’s leg, rubbing herself on Laura’s ankle and foot while she ate her. When she had worked herself up, she’d scurry up and squat over Laura’s face.

“Eat me, baby. Make me come.”

Laura licked her clit, trying to make her come as quickly as possible, but as soon as she got close, Rose would scramble back down and start eating Laura again.

Despite the horror of what was happening to her, her traitorous body was responding to the tongue craftily licking her labia, wiggling wildly inside her, and giving her small shocks as it flicked her clit. The way they were bringing her so close to orgasm was as degrading as the rape itself.

It was impossible to know how long they used her on that blanket, in a field, within earshot of I-95. Except for the sound of distant cars, she could have been in a field before the dawn of time from what she could see of her surroundings. They must have known that no ears would be out here, because they made no effort to be quiet. 

Laura finally forced Rose to come. She sucked the entire upper part of her cunt into her mouth and clamped down on it with her teeth. She punished her clit with her tongue, and shook her bite deeper when Rose tried to get up. The combination of pain and pleasure was more than Rose could stand, and she crushed back down on Laura’s mouth and screamed out her orgasm. 

“That was fast,” Helen said.

“She’s a fuckin’ succubus,” Rose said. “I feel like she raped me!”

“My arms are killing me,” Laura said, trying to act lustful. “Take the cuffs off so I can do this right.” She lifted her head and kissed Helen’s chin. 

“Against the rules,” Rose said.

Laura bit back her retort. 

“It might be more comfortable if you were on top,” Helen said.

Laura had to do something. It felt like she’d been on her cuffed arms for hours, and it had rarely been just her own weight pressing down on them.

“Yes, I want to get on top of you, Helen, help me up,” Laura tried to sound excited, and kept kissing every part of Helen that her lips could reach, chin, neck, shoulder. 

Helen simply wrapped her arms around Laura and rolled to her back. She dragged Laura’s upper body on top or her. Laura tried to put one leg between Helens’ legs, so they could get this thing over, but Helen wanted both of Laura legs between hers. She never even attempted to rub herself on Laura, she just wanted to kiss and rub her hands on Laura’s breasts and ass. Laura was afraid this bitch would still be pawing her when the sun came up.

“You’re a real piece of work,” Rose said, squatting down on her haunches and lighting a cigarette. She blew smoke in Laura’s face before getting up and walking away. 

Being raped by a man must be bad, but at least it would end. This seemed to go on forever. It felt like a rash where their hot, sweaty bodies kept rubbing together, and the freaky bitch kept kissing, and kissing, and kissing. 

“I’m ready,” Helen said, her voice husky and horse. “I’ve never been so ready in my life. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time, baby, you’d better not fuck it up.”

She put Laura back on her back, and got something from the edge of the blanket. A soft buzzing filled the air, and Laura smiled in the darkness at the sound of a vibrator.

“When I sit on your face, I want you to stick your tongue up my ass as far as you can, and wiggle it like crazy. Use your teeth if you have to, but I really want to feel it.”

Laura blanched as the smell of the woman’s ass washed over her.

“I can’t do that.”

“Sure you can.”

“I’ll eat you. Let me eat you instead.”

“This night has been a dream come true. Don’t even think about ruining it for me.”

Helen had a fat ass, and a deep crack. Rose came back and held Laura’s head as Helen pulled her meaty cheeks apart. 

“Don’t do it. Don’t turn your head,” Rose grunted, her fingers digging into Laura’s face. “Hold still, God damn it!”

“Noooo!” Laura cried until the sound was muffled.

“Tongue,” Helen said, “I want to feel your tongue inside me. If you fuck this up, I’ll make you sorry.”

Laura screwed her eyes shut and tried not to breathe. The tip of her tongue peeked between her lips as the hot sticky ass pressed down. The whole of its depth was greasy with sweat and shit, and Laura fought her gag reflex as the taste flooded her mouth. The tight opening pressed against her lips, and no one heard her whimpers as she pushed her tongue into it. She couldn’t breathe in this dark place, she didn’t want to. She wasn’t sure she ever wanted to breath again. She could hear and feel the vibrator being put to work, and the ass came alive, squeezing and rubbing her face. 

Helen had been driving before, but now she was riding in the back with Laura, cleaning her up. She had done all the work, getting Laura dressed, and there wasn’t much left of her big tub of Handi-Wipes. 

“Again,” Laura said, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to put Handi-Wipes in you mouth,” Helen said.

“Sure you can. I do it all the time. They taste good. Do my teeth again.”

Helen made a mental note to check the warning panel on the Handi-Wipes as soon as they got to better light, and fumbled around for another in the tub. It was the last one, and it fell back into the tub.

“Hurry,” Laura said, her feet dancing on the floorboards. 

Look at her, all concerned and gentle, Laura thought as she waited, suddenly I’m important to her, and she wants to take care of me. I’m almost as important as her vibrator! Where the fuck is that Handi-Wipe?

Something had changed. Rose was chain-smoking in the front, and Helen was jumping at Laura’s every command. 

“Fuck,” Rose said, crumpling an empty cigarette pack and throwing it on the floor. “Got another pack?”

“I thought you quit,” Helen said.

“Well I started again. Do you have any cigarettes, Mrs. Wesson?”

“I don’t smoke. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay, it’s a nasty habit. A dirty, stinking, rotten habit,” Rose said, and then fell silent.

“Got it,” Helen said, holding the Handi-Wipe. Then more seriously, “It’s the last one.”

Laura sighed as the fresh, clean taste of the Handi-Wipe swabbed the inside of her mouth. 

Succubus, that’s what Rose called me. I have to be a succubus and make them do what I want. I have to be a Vamp, make them want to help me, make them let me go.

Rose took the orders, so Helen must be the boss. She was acting contrite now, but Laura could imagine being strangled to death by this woman and being kissed as she died. She was some kind of domination freak; probably nuts, and her sexual hang-ups would probably send head shrinkers screaming for the door. If she just played it right, this psycho would let her go, let her get back before anyone knew she’d been gone.

Laura kept a smile nailed to her face. She turned her head so her eyes pointed at Helen whenever she talked. She had to become the succubus, bend others to her will, and stop being a leaf in the wind. 

The small police station surprised Laura on several counts. First was its size. It was about the same size as her house. Second, it was unquestionably a real police station. That was no small thing. After what they had done to her, driving up to a barn with ‘Jail’ painted on the side, wasn’t that far out of the question. 

Once inside, Laura picked up on the body English of the man behind the desk. He was deferential to Helen in a number of subtle ways. Crying rape in here would be the stupidest thing she could do, but bending the woman to her will, might set her free. 

“What will they do with me now,” Laura asked Helen.

“Contact Alexandria. Set up an extradition hearing, the regular stuff.”

“What if I’m bad? Try to run away or something? Would you have to punish me? Just you?” Laura leaned into her and breathed in her face.

“Please stop. I’ll be here all night. I’ll do whatever I can.”

Laura could see she was having an effect on her. She was uncomfortable, her eyes were everywhere, but she couldn’t look at Laura. 

“I want to talk to you, I’ll come back to your cell as soon as I’m done.”

“Does it have to be in there? Can’t you take me out back?” Laura didn’t let her eyes waver. She kept them locked on her. “You could cuff my hands behind your back, like this,” Laura put her arms around Helen’s waist. Their lips were almost touching. Laura fluttered her eyelids shut and tilted her head. She exhaled softly thru parted lips and waited.  “Captain wants to know about the gun you found on her,” one of the men hollered from the next room.

Helen jumped away like she’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. 

“It was just an old starter pistol, sir,” Helen said, “I stepped on it and thought she’d dropped it. Once we got it in the light, we could see it was all rusted and full of grass and things.”

“Where is it?”

“We left it out there,” she said, winking at Laura, “There were these bugs and worms in it.”

“Get her in a cell. Alexandria is sending a unit up for her.”

“No extradition hearing?” Helen asked, surprised, disappointed.

“Her lawyer waived it,” the captain said. 

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” she said as she led Laura back to a cell, “I was hoping you’d be here longer. I have to explain a couple things. Get settled, I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

Helen hesitated at the open cell door as if waiting for something. 

Laura knew that a truckload of Handi-Wipes wouldn’t get the taste of this woman’s shit out of her mouth. She desperately wanted to watch while someone beat her to a bloody pulp. Some day she’d get even with this monster, some day she’d settle the score, but not today, not now. Too many people wanted to destroy her already; she couldn’t add a psycho to the list.

“I’ll always remember this night,” Laura said seductively, lifting her hand to Helen’s face. 

Helen pulled back, and started to leave without putting Laura in her cell.

“Bring her back, they’re here,” a voice came from the front. 

“That was quick,” Laura said. 

“Too quick,” Helen said. 

Laura started for the front, but Helen blocked her. 

“That tip we got was pretty specific,” she said, speaking softly, “We knew that your license plate would be bent up, and exactly what time you’d be here. I’d have to deny any of this, but watch your back. Someone’s trying to fuck you up good. Nothing ever works this fast in the legal system.”

“Thanks.”

“I wish I could do something to help you, Mrs. Wesson.”

“You can. Take me out of here. Just you and me,” Laura said. She half closed her eyes, and made that “I’m in lust with you” face that Julie did so well.

“Stop it! For the love of God, stop it!”

Laura felt a little silly. Her captor had just run away, and she had to walk out to the front desk by herself. She didn’t see hide nor hair of the crazy woman cop.



Chapter Five

Kissing Sanity… 

She was back in Virginia and processed before lights out at the jail. Her bail had been revoked, and she’d be staying here until the trial was over. 

A thin mattress was on the bunk to the left, the one on the right was a tangled mess of blankets and sheets. The way things were going, she might be living in cells like this for the rest of her life. 

“The rest of my life,” she said as she sat on her bunk with the bedding rolled up in her lap, “Might not be that long.” 

“Marge,” a tough looking girl said as she stuck her hand in Laura’s face, “What ‘cha in for?”

“Murder,” Laura said, shaking the offered hand. She hadn’t seen the girl come in. 

Her eyes got big, “You’re that woman on the news, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t do it,” Laura said.

The girl hadn’t let go of her hand, and was holding it in both of hers as she talked. 

“The guy on the radio says you did,” Marge said. 

“He’s wrong.”

“I always thought that guy was full of shit,” she said, finally letting go and starting to get undressed, “Are you a lesbian, like they say?”

“I don’t know,” Laura said.

“I do it with girls all the time,” Marge said, running her thumbs back and forth under the waistband of her panties, “Girls are much nicer than men. A girl would be, you know, much better than a man, you know, in the sex thing. You’re very beautiful, even prettier than you are on TV. Come on, you can sleep with me tonight.”




Girl in a Box Ch. 4-9



Laura looked at the offered hand.

Everything from her garish makeup, to those ridiculous clothes, screamed “hooker.” Cleaned up and dressed properly, she could pass for a high school student. However, she and her kind ran places like this. 

This was her new life. Guards showing their power like that woman cop. Hookers telling her to get in their beds. They’d gang up on her, scratch her face and cut her. Hold her down while they pushed their filthy asses into her face, and played with themselves.  Everybody used to be so nice. The world used to be so perfect. Now it was filled with people who hated her. They wanted to see her suffer, wanted to see her dead. It wasn’t fair, it just wasn’t fair. 

“Holy, shit,” Marge said, rushing to put her arms around her, “Don’t fall apart on me.”

Laura flinched and went stiff as a board.

“Hey, I didn’t mean nothin’,” Marge said, backing away just as fast.

“I don’t want to do that,” Laura said, still rigid. 

“I wasn’t forcing you. I didn’t do nothin’,” Marge said, sitting down hard on her bunk.

Laura could see that the girl was genuinely hurt. She was looking down at the floor, and her lips were pouted like a little kid. 

“I just thought you needed a friend. I don’t have many friends, and I thought we could be friends.”

“I’m sorry,” Laura said.

“Whatever,” Marge said, and flopped back on her bunk. 

“I mean it, I… Things…” 

Marge propped herself up on one elbow. “Been having a rough time, huh?” she said. There was understanding in her eyes. 

“I’d love to share a bunk with you,” Laura said, rising. She took a deep breath, and bravely walked over to Marge’s bunk.

“Hey, don’t do me any favors,” she said, insulted, “You aren’t that hot.”

Laura turned, meaning to go back, but sank down and sat on Marge’s bed.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me any more. I don’t know who I am. Please be my friend, Marge. I really need a friend.”

Marge sat up with a concerned look, and tentatively held her arms out. Laura fell into them and buried her face in her neck.

“I’m sorry,” Laura blubbered.

“It’s okay,” Marge said, patting her back.

“I’m so, so, sorry.”

They slept together on the narrow bunk that night, but Marge never tried to give Laura anything more than comfort. 

Laura sat, lost in her own thoughts, as the state called witness after witness. They had become an endless line of accusing fingers, one blurring into the next, until her lawyer started objecting vehemently. 

“Sidebar,” the judge said as the two lawyers argued.

“That’s him,” Laura said coming out of her daze, “That’s the man who knows about Jim’s gambling debts and the mob and everything.”

Her lawyer tried to pry her fingers off his arm, “He’s a prosecution witness. I can’t let him testify until I’ve interviewed him.”

“He knows. He can save me. Ask him about the gambling. Ask him about the man in New Jersey. Ask him about the Mob,” Laura pleaded, “Everything’s going to be all right, now,” she said, excited. 

Her lawyer glanced back a couple of times as he went hesitantly to the sidebar. Laura nodded and smiled every time. 

Laura listened with rapt attention as the prosecutor established that the man was a homeless person, and had been given food and money by Laura several times over the last year or so. Laura only remembered giving him money once, when Dave was driving her to court, before her bail was revoked. 

She was ashamed that she only remembered his face now, because he could help her. How many of the dregs that she helped, were nothing more than their grubby hands in her memory? 

“You were the victim of a robbery attempt last night. Could you explain, for the court, what happened?”

“One of her buddies tried to steal her money back,” he said, pointing at Laura.

“Objection, your honor.”

“What are you talking about,” Laura said.

“Sustained, and tell your client to keep quiet.”

“How much money did you have at the time of this robbery attempt?”

“Two thousand dollars.”

“That’s an awful lot of money.”

“Fuckin’ A,” he said, “oh, sorry your honor.”

“Where did a homeless man get two thousand dollars?”

“She gave it to me,” he said, pointing to Laura.

“Did you give him any money?” her lawyer asked.

“Yes. He needed two thousand dollars to get out of town. He could get killed for telling me about the man in New Jersey,” Laura said.

“What was this money for?” the prosecutor said. 

“I was supposed to tell a story about some gang wanting to bump off her husband. She gave me this stuff to prove it,” he said.

“No, no. Tell them what you told me.”

“She wanted me to make up stuff like I was a gangster, or something.”

“He’s lying, can’t you see that? Make him tell them the truth.”

“Sit down, Mrs. Wesson.”

“Tell the truth, God damn you!” Laura screamed as she tried to climb over the table, “You God damn lying son of a bitch!”

They broke for an early lunch after Laura was dragged kicking and screaming from the courtroom. 

Laura thought she heard laughter on the way back from lunch. It was demon laughter. They were laughing at her. Her haunted eyes came up off the floor when she stepped into the court, and she looked into a mirror image of herself. The eyes were exactly the same as the ones in the mirror she so desperately wanted to smash. She’d seen the face around those eyes, she had seen the same haunted look, only now she understood. Tex broke the baleful stare first, and went back to his seat. 

He wasn’t thinking back to that night. He didn’t want to think about anything any more. All he had to do was wait. Do what he was told. Then get the hell out of here and never come back. He hated what he was going to do to that poor woman, but he feared what those two men had promised, far more. They had showed him what disobedience would cost, and he couldn’t pay that price again.

“Where you from, Tex?” whap!

It wasn’t a playful slap. It left a bright, pink handprint on the bound man’s ass. The mark couldn’t be seen in the dark of the squalid crack house, and would be hidden by other marks before the night was over. 

“Pennsylvania?” whack! “Ohio?” whap! 

Tex couldn’t answer. His mouth was wide open, and held that way by hard, plastic clamps on his back teeth. The other man was pulling his head back by the expedient of two fingers rammed in his nostrils and was feeding his cock into his mouth. 

“Oh, yeah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” the man said, as Tex arched up and gagged. 

“Looks like a worm, don’t he?” 

Both leather-hooded men laughed as Tex writhed under their assault.  

“Better get used to it, Tex. You’re going to have a lot of cocks down your throat if you don’t do what we say.”

“Man, this is one tight little ass on this fucker,” the other man said. “”Want me to loosen that up for you?” smack! “The boys in the joint are going to love that ass of yours, cowboy.”

“Yeah, They’ll be riding you day and night,” said the other. 

“Bareback.”

“Oh yeah, bareback. You got AIDS yet, fucker?”

“Fuck! This little bitch is gonna’ make me cum. Hold his neck up so I can go deep.” 

“My turn,” the other one said a short time later, “Lift his ass up.”

Tex wasn’t worth the cost of a lubricant, so the man simply spit in his hand to ease the entry. He enjoyed the screams as he forced his cock in, and put his mouth close to the ear of Tex as he settled on his back and fucked him.

“Just remember, if we get that bitch hung, all your problems will go away. If not…”

They continued the rape, as brutally as possible. 

Marge was waiting when they brought Laura back.

“I heard,” she said.

“Why? Why are they all lying about me?” Laura said.

Marge folded Laura in her arms, and simply stood there while Laura buried her face in her shoulder. Laura’s shoulders shook several times, and Marge’s shirt was soaked from the shoulder to the neck, but Laura never made a sound. 

“Are you still awake?” Laura said softly, an hour after lights out.  

“Yeh,” Marge said.

“Can I come over there?”

“Sure, honey, cuddle up,” Marge said, holding up the sheet.

Laura ignored the invitation of the raised sheet, and placed her hands on either side of Marge’s head. She lowered her face so their lips almost touched, and waited. 

Marge tilted her head up and their lips touched. 

The fever that gripped Laura was like nothing she’d felt before. Her only friend in the world was pinned under her writhing body, and she desperately needed to posses every part of her. 

Marge tried to break away once, to catch her breath, but Laura wouldn’t let her lips escape. She recaptured them with her mouth, sought out the tongue hiding deep inside, and sucked it into her own mouth. 

“Easy, baby, easy,” Marge said when the brutal kiss ended. 

“I need you Marge. I need you more than anything I’ve ever needed in my life. I love you,” Laura said, kissing her neck, “I love your heart, your soul, and every inch of your body.”

Marge’s fingers suddenly turned into claws at the back of Laura’s head as Laura’s mouth and hands tormented the breasts of the young prostitute. She fucked men every night when she was on the streets, but never felt anything but pain and disgust when she was with them. 

She’d never made love to a woman, regardless of what she’d told Laura, but she had wanted Laura to take her from the first time she saw her. She’d dreamed of a million ways it might happen, but never like this. 

This rich, beautiful woman was in love with her, crazy about her, wanted to treat her like a queen and please her. Her lips were tracing down her belly, hungry, searching, seeking out her sex to give her pleasure. 

Marge opened her legs, and for the first time wanted what was moving between them. Laura’s lips hungrily sucked the soft flesh of her leg, so close to her pussy, but she didn’t need further arousal. She’d been waiting for this too long. She’d been waiting for this all her life. It was her turn. Someone wanted to please her. Someone loved her so much they wanted nothing but to give her what she’d always been forced to give others. 

A tongue went in where a million cruel cocks had gone, and the small, living thing started a fire that no grunting man could touch. 

The filth of the world never touched Marge. She had a special wall. Whenever they touched her, down there, her wall came up and protected her. It didn’t matter what they did down there; she couldn’t feel a thing. Her wall protected her. 

The wall wasn’t there with Laura. Everything rushed up, and strangled a cry in her throat. Laura’s tongue was alive inside her, and every movement sent jolts thru Marge. 

Laura’s mouth closed on Marge’s clit, and sucked the little button up for her tongue to pummel. Rippling waves of pleasure spread out from that nexus, and jolted every muscle in her body. This was how it was supposed to be. This was what the poets talked about. 

“Oh god, don’t stop, don’t ever stop,” Marge moaned, her body convulsing in an orgasm she should have had eight years ago, “Love me forever,” she said as another missed passion washed over her.

“You’re crying,” Laura said with concern, exhausted by the girls endless orgasm.

“It’s so beautiful,” the tears kept pouring out as she smiled, “You’re so beautiful. You love me, don’t you?”

“Yes, I love you, Marge,” Laura said.

Marge pulled her tight, her chin resting on Laura’s shoulder, “You really, really love me,” Marge said.

“I’m crazy about you,” Laura smiled.

“I knew it,” Marge said, kissing Laura’s neck and stroking her hair, “You’ll never leave me, will you. We’ll always be together.”

Laura frowned, as the tough hooker seemed to turn into a desperate child before her very eyes. 

“I knew you’d come for me some day, I knew it. I never gave up,” the kisses kept coming faster. 

Laura tried to lift up, get a look at Marge’s face, but the girl was holding her too tight.

“I can cook for you. I’m a real good cook. I can help you pick out your clothes, clean stuff, I’ll do anything, anything you want me to. It’ll be just like we’re married. Can we get married in Virginia?”

“I don’t think so,” Laura said. Laura couldn’t get up. Marge was wrapped around her so tight that if she rose, Marge would still be attached to her as she stood. 

“We’ll be so happy, you’ll see. I’ve waited for this all my life, waited for you. You’re so beautiful, so classy, I’ll make you proud, you’ll see. Oh, god I love you,” Marge said, and nearly squeezed the last of Laura’s breath out of her. 

“How can things get any more fucked up?” Laura wondered, as she lay trapped by this human kudzu. 

“I fixed your stuff for you,” Marge said as Laura woke up the next morning. 

Laura groaned when she saw how all her possessions were arranged with meticulous care. The clothes she’d be wearing out of the cellblock were neatly laid out on her crisply made bed. 

Marge was everywhere, helping, as Laura tried to get dressed, chattering constantly about how their life would be, together. 

Laura’s initial pity turned to anger, as this new complication pushed its way into her life. 

“Perhaps,” she said from the open cell door as they came to take her to court, “we shouldn’t get ahead of ourselves. We’ve only just met, and this is hardly the best place to start making long term plans.”

Laura cursed herself the entire way to court. She wanted to take it back the instant she said it. She didn’t need to plunge a knife into someone’s chest to know what the reaction would be; she’d just seen it on Marge’s face. No matter what happened in court today, she knew what she had to do. She had to find a way to heal the wound she’d inflicted on Marge. 

“Where’s Marge?” Laura asked when she got back to her empty cell. All Marge’s things were gone, and Laura’s stuff was thrown in the corner. 

“Some suit came to visit her,” one of the other girls explained, “and after that she cut some kind of a deal with the D.A. Don’t worry. That kid is so fucked up, she’ll be back warming your bed in no time.”

There was a delay the next morning in court, and Laura was led to a conference room.

“I had to talk to you,” Julie said, coming in from the other side, “There’s something funny going on, and I don’t know what to make of it.”

She seemed out of breath as she rushed to sit across from Laura at the conference table.

“Funny? I guess so. I’m sure everyone is cracking up about my alibi after your testimony. Did you even watch TV after I left?”

“I did. I watched Tip of the Iceberg, just like I said,” Julie insisted, “I know what I saw, I even checked with the cable company to make sure they weren’t the ones who screwed up. I think I know what happened, but it seems so impossible.”

“I can’t wait to hear this,” Laura said. 

“There was a tape in the bungalow, in the VCR,” Julie started, “I found it last night. I had to go back and walk thru everything that happened that night. You’ll never guess what was on that tape.”

Laura stared at her for a moment, her hostile attitude softening a little. “That Tip of the Iceberg episode?”

“Kind of,” Julie said, “It was just the opening scene, you know, before the title comes up, but you could see it was that episode. Then it all turns to snow and this rainbow looking thing, and then the rest of the tape is one of those TV evangelists.”

Laura’s brow knitted, trying to figure out what it all meant.

“I’ve been going over it in my mind, and it makes sense, in a crazy sort of way.”

“What?!” Laura said, exasperated.

“Bobby the Preacher cleaned the beach house for us the night before we went down, didn’t he?”

“Yes,” Laura said. “The landscaper dropped him off and I gave him bus fare back.”

“Okay. Let’s say he recorded “Tip” the night before, he might have done it accidentally, pushed the record button while cleaning or something. The VCR was on cable 27, because I was the last one there before then.”

“Unlikely, but possible,” Laura said.

“So it keeps recording for two hours, or ‘till the tape runs out, and then it rewinds. Bobby has probably left by then and never hears it rewind. When we show up, the trap is set.”

“But you wanted to watch TV, why would you turn the VCR on?”

“It was still on, don’t you see? I must have punched the “play” button on that universal remote and started the VCR before I found the “on” button for the TV. By the time the TV came on, Tip of the Iceberg was playing and I thought I was watching live TV.”

“That’s possible. That has to be it. She can tell them just like she told us,” Laura said hopefully to her lawyer.

“It sounds bad, made up. I don’t think the jury will believe it, and it might do us more harm than good,” her lawyer said.

“But it’s a shadow of a doubt,” Laura insisted.

“Do you have the tape?” her lawyer asked.

“Yes,” Julie said, proudly patting her purse.

“We have to try,” Laura said to her lawyer.

“I don’t know about this,” he said.

Back in the court, the judge ruled that they would have to wait until the defense presented its case to re-call Julie, and the tape was entered into evidence. 

It all took place with the jury out of the courtroom, and Laura could see the wheels spinning in the prosecutor’s head as he considered how he’d handle the new development. His smile sapped Laura’s hopes as his head nodded and he huddled with his team. 

“The state has no further objections in this matter, your honor,” he said as his whole team smiled with smug satisfaction. 

“They’re all men,” Laura thought, “They can’t believe someone would hit the wrong buttons on a remote. There are women on the jury. They’ll understand.”

“Are we ready to call the jury?” Judge Pool asked.

“Not yet, your honor. Something’s just come to our attention,” the prosecutor said. Someone was showing him a sheaf of papers, and they kept looking at Laura as they talked. 

Chapter Six

…Goodbye

They must have found another nail to put in her coffin. Every time she tried to claw an inch up, they pushed her a hundred feet deeper into the pit. Their confidence had turned to glee. They’re going to make everyone laugh at the only thing that might save her, even if it might be true.

“Jim will believe me,” she thought, “He still has to show me how to work all those stupid remotes. He’s always laughing and teasing me about it, cracking up even harder when I hit him in the shoulder.”

“It’s a genetic thing, babe, boys know how to work remote controls, and girls know how to wash dishes.”

“He always tries to make me hit him. Then he holds me and tries to make up. He likes to make up with me, even when he hasn’t done anything wrong.”

Judge Pool’s eyes were drawn to the defendant. She was staring into space, with a bright, happy smile on her face. Something about this trial had been giving her the creeps since the jury selection. She took two more aspirins, and looked down at her papers. She didn’t see Laura’s smile become a frozen mask, she didn’t see the faraway look turn into a stare of horror. 

Jim wouldn’t be showing her how to work all those remotes any more. He wouldn’t be laughing and squeezing her after she got mad. He wouldn’t be picking her up in his arms any more, he wouldn’t be telling her how much he loved her. She’d thrown him away so she could go thrill hunting, and now he was dead. She couldn’t tell him how sorry she was, or how much she loved him.

“He’s dead,” Laura said in a strangled voice.

“What?” Judge Pool said, looking up from her papers.

“He’s not coming back,” Laura said louder, her breath out of sync and her eyes welling.

They’d arrested her before she knew he was dead. She’d been fighting for her life ever since. She’d never had the chance to grieve for him. Now the wall that she’d built with excuses and denial was starting to crumble. It had been top heavy from the start, and now it was crashing down on her. 




Girl in a Box Ch. 4-9



“He’s dead!” her voice neared hysteria and her chair went over as she tried to stand.

“Watch out!” 

“Somebody help her.”

She had to run away, but she couldn’t see. She banged into someone, and saw their blurry shadow. An arm tried to catch her, but she flailed it away and crashed into a table. 

She could see him now, more clearly than she’d seen him in life. His gray eyes always a crinkle away from a smile, his powerful hands holding her as gently as precious crystal, his shy confession that he never knew how a girl like Laura could love a guy like him. He was gone. Everything was gone.

“He’s dead,” Laura screeched, crashing into something else and finally sinking to her knees, “He’s dead and he’s never coming back,” she wailed, arms pulling her head into her lap, and rocking as she sobbed. 

Judge Pool looked up when Laura’s lawyer finally came back into the courtroom.

“Is your client ready to continue?” Judge pool asked.

“I think so, your honor. She’s been under a lot of stress, and I think she had to blow off a little steam. She seems calm now.”

The bailiff waited until the defense lawyer went for his client before speaking to the judge, “She’s been sitting in that room just rocking for the last half hour. I don’t think she’s ready for anything.”

“Thanks, Bo,” Judge Pool said.

Judge Pool watched her closely as she was led back into the courtroom, looking to see if her zombie-like demeanor was some kind of an act. She watched a small trickle of snot move down from her nose and build up on her upper lip. It changed direction and followed her lip to the corner of her mouth without Laura noticing. Her mind was clearly in another universe, and wouldn’t be back for this session.

“I think we’ve had enough excitement for one day,” Judge Pool said, “Dismiss the jury for today, and we’ll pick up at nine in the morning. Bailiff, I need to see you.”

Laura felt them helping her to her feet. She cooperated as best she could. Jim had just come into their house, and she wanted to stay with him, not go back to that awful place. 

“Hi, baby, I’m home,” Jim said with a beaming smile.

“Oh, Jim. You’re back. I’ve missed you,” Laura said. “You’re so beautiful, I’d forgotten.”

“Hey, that’s my line,” he said hugging her. 

Ghost images of her cell, don’t worry; they’ll go away as soon as she sits down. There, they’re gone.

“I’ve missed you, honey. I’ve missed you so much. Don’t leave me. Don’t ever leave me again.”

“I won’t babe, you’re my China Doll, precious as a diamond, more beautiful than the whole outdoors,” Jim said, taking her into his arms.

“That’s so much better. You wouldn’t believe what’s been happening to me.”

“Don’t think about it. I’m here now. I’ll never leave you again.”

His shirt was gone, and she ran her finger thru the hair on his chest. Funny how she thought that hair was icky when their love was new, and now she thought it was sexy. 

“Pick me up,” she said, holding her arms up for him.

“Light as a feather,” he said, sweeping her into his arms.

“You could throw me to the moon, couldn’t you?”

“The bed is much closer.”

“Take me to bed, Jim. They’re going to come for me, and I want to make love to you one more time.”

The last guard to show up for the midnight shift got the suicide watch.

“Who we got,” the relief guard asked. 

“The killer dyke.”

“Don’t look so good, does she?”

“She’s been sitting there in la-la-land since they brought her in. I don’t think this one’s going to make it.”

“She don’t seem tough enough to do the stuff they say.”

“Yeah, but you never know, do you?”

“Guess not.”

Julie was still shaking her head as she pretended to read the menu. Tipping the hostess to get this table was so unusual in this joint, that the girl had checked with the manager to see if it was okay. 

A waitress was taking her order when Wendy came in with several other members of the jury. 

Julie gave her order, and then pretended to first notice the girl from the first row. She looked down quickly when Julie caught her eye, and finally looked back up as Julie continued to stare at her.

Julie could see the girl’s face reddening, and for the first time noticed the ring on her finger. 

Perfect. All broken in, and knowing she had missed something. Julie gave a tiny start, as if just realizing that she was staring, and quickly looked down. She waited a moment, and then looked up without moving her head. The girl tried to look down, but only her head moved. Her eyes stayed glued to Julie. 

She wasn’t in a class with Laura, hell, nobody was in a class with Laura, but she was a hot little number, nonetheless. Julie loved this part of the game. The eye games, the shy looks, the straight girls who never thought of another woman, until Julie got at them. She knew it was a terrible obsession, but she loved the thrill of conquest as much as any man. There was an extra thrill to this conquest, however. It was blatant and criminal jury tampering. This was almost as exciting as putting Laura on her trophy shelf. 

Hot and bothered yet? Julie thought as she threw her a sultry glance. Are you dieing to be Julie’s little plaything?

It wasn’t until the following night that Julie was able to get into her room.

“Hi, Wendy,” Julie said.

“Hello, Mrs. Crenshaw,” Wendy said.

“Julie, please call me Julie.”

The phone rang and Wendy jumped. “Hello?” she said.

Julie waited patiently.

“In the cabinet next to the stove…What happened to the steaks?…For breakfast?…Did you read my notes?…Yes dear…I know…I wish she wouldn’t…When?…I’ve got to go…I love you too, good bye.”

“Trouble on the home front?” Julie said.

“My mother is going to take care of my husband until I get back.”

“I’m not the only one,” Julie said, holding her hands out to her side and raising her face as if in supplication. “Are you lucky enough to have a mother who can arrange all your stuff much better than you can?”

“How did you know?” Wendy said.

Julie moved over to the bed and sat down right next to Wendy. Putting her arm around her, Julie assumed a sad, concerned expression “Is her poor little baby wasting away to skin and bones because you don’t feed him?”

“He’d probably be under two hundred pounds if it wasn’t for her Care Packages.”

“Poor thing,” Julie said. 

Julie patted her hands, and then stopped the banter with her hand resting on Wendy’s. 

Wendy looked down into her lap, where Julie’s hand was moving imperceptibly on hers. She was suddenly aware of the other hand around her waist.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said. Her voice was little more than a whisper.

“I know.” Julie squeezed her hand. “You caught me, didn’t you? You caught me looking at you.”

“No. I mean once, a few days ago, and at the restaurant, of course.”

“You’re being kind, I know. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since the very first day. Your eyes, something about your eyes just draws me in. You have such beautiful eyes.” Julie pulled her closer as she blushed.

She had a nice body, very kissable lips, and an almost farm girl healthiness about her. However, the best part of her eyes came from Maybelline. She’d be giving herself over-the-shoulder sultry looks in the mirror, later, trying to see what Julie saw, and marking it off to love. Julie crossed her eyes slightly and leaned forward to look from one eye to the other at close range. It was very natural for her hand to squeeze Wendy’s tighter, and the weight to press her hands down between her legs. 

“I’m happily married,” she said.

“I know that now,” Julie said, glancing at the phone.

“I’m not a lesbian, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Laura and I were never serious, we were just playing games. My heart never skipped a beat looking at another girl, until you.”

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t do anything like that. It would be wrong.”

Julie watched all the signs that she was ready, as she said “no,” her breathing, the flush of her skin, her soft lips parting for a kiss, and the involuntary muscles of her iris opening wide. If girls had nipple erections, like men seemed to think, she’d have two holes punched in her bra by now. 

“I know,” Julie said. “I should go.”

Every move was perfect. The hand sliding firmly across Wendy’s back as Julie leaned forward, the hint of Julie starting to stand as regret puckered Wendy’s lips, the grimace of agony on Julie as she tried to tear herself away from her little love bunny. Then came the coup de grace, the lightest of kisses, flashing in like a cobra, and then freezing in time. 

Wendy’s eyes popped open, but she didn’t move a muscle. Julie kept her eyes closed, and made a high-pitched little sound. The moment of truth had arrived, and Julie waited as only their lips touched. 

Feather light, Wendy’s hands pressed against Julie’s breasts, as if to hold her away. Soft and sweet, Wendy’s lips parted a little more, and Julie sank into them. 

She was surrendering, but she wasn’t taking part. Julie understood, and her heart leaped. Wendy’s hang-ups wouldn’t let her enjoy making love to another woman. She could only enjoy it if she had no choice. She wanted Julie to take her, just like in the game of War. 

“Stop, what are you doing?” Her voice wasn’t much louder than a whisper. 

“I have to give you a kiss, a real kiss.”

“Get off me,” she gasped, finally breaking the kiss by turning her head into Julie’s shoulder. 

Julie’s lips found her neck, and Wendy’s whole body shivered.

“No, let me go.”

“I can’t, I just can’t.”

The hand on the arm pinned under Julie’s body, weakly brushed Julie’s back. The wrist of her other hand was firmly gripped by the hand on the arm under Wendy’s head. Julie’s cheek pressed Wendy’s face into her shoulder as she used her free hand to unbutton Wendy’s blouse, whispering in her ear all the while.

“I love you, Wendy. I have to have you. Don’t fight it, it’s stronger than both of us.”

“No, no,” Wendy said. Her head twisted, her hand pulled against Julie’s grip, but she was too weak to get free, too helpless to stop the hand sliding up under her blouse.

“Your skin is so soft,” Julie said, raining kisses on the side of Wendy’s face, “don’t you know how you’re torturing me?”

She worked her hand up under her bra and found Wendy’s nipple. It puckered up between her thumb and fingers, and Wendy’s hot breath warmed the nape of Julie’s neck. 

She pushed the bra up, out of the way, and caressed Wendy’s breasts as she nuzzled her neck. Wendy had stopped struggling, and her head barely moved as she occasionally said, “no.”

Julie sat up, pushed down on Wendy’s hand, as if that would glue the hand down for the moment, and started taking off her clothes. Wendy didn’t move until Julie had been standing long enough to be stepping out of her panties, and then she suddenly came to life and started crawling to the other side of the bed.

Julie let her get as far as the middle before pouncing on her back and driving her flat, face down on the bed. Lying full length on her back, Julie held her head down and kissed the back of her neck. Her naked hips thrust themselves on her soft bottom, and her free hand pulled Wendy’s blouse down her arms.

“I know you’re not a lesbian,” Julie said, and then stuck her hot, wet tongue in Wendy’s ear, “but there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”  

She pulled her arms up behind her back, and used Wendy’s blouse to tie her hands. Nearly all of Wendy’s body was twisting and trying to get free, but her wrists stayed relatively still, crossed behind her back. It was a lucky thing, because Julie was lousy with knots. She finished up the mess with the same bowknot she used on shoes, and figured it would hold, as long as Wendy didn’t try to actually pull her hand out.

“That’s better,” Julie said, pushing her onto her back. She grabbed her face, squeezed her cheeks together, and covered the absurd pucker with her whole mouth. She held her head steady with her arms and hands, so Wendy could put all her effort into breaking the kiss, without really succeeding. 

“What are you going to do?” Wendy whined. 

“I’m going to take off all of your clothes,” Julie said, working Wendy’s pants down. “I’m going to kiss every part of your body.”

Wendy’s eyes grew wide. She looked like a frightened doe. Julie would have cracked up at her dramatics, except she was the great cat, holding down its prey, and playing with it before she started to feed.

“I’m going to kiss your shoulder,” she kissed her shoulder, “your breasts,” she kissed her breasts, “your tummy, and your side. I’m going to hold you, squeeze you, lay on top of you, and feel the beating of your heart. I’m going to kiss those sweet lips of yours, and then put my eyes on your lips so you can taste the salt of my tears. I love you, Wendy, and I’m going to make love to you. I’ll make you come like you’ve never come before, and maybe you’ll love me too.”

Julie didn’t make good on half her promise. She was getting too excited. She was squatting on Wendy’s face before she had even let the girl come once. 

Wendy wasn’t very good. Julie even had to adjust her head so she’d lick her clit. Even Wendy’s ineptness added to the pleasure, however. The red line of her lips, moving on the white flesh of Julie’s pussy, the face she was making, and the way her eyes were squeezed shut, they all stoked the fire in Julies belly as laced her fingers behind Wendy’s head, and pulled her head up firmly into her crotch. 

Wendy was strong enough to get air, despite the way Julie pressed down on her while she came. It was a wonderful orgasm, and Julie hurried to return the favor. 

As Julie got between her legs, and took her first sip of Wendy’s pussy, she saw that her knot had fallen apart. Wendy was using the expedient of holding her own blouse in her fists to keep herself helpless. 

The bonds were never physical in the first place. Julie pretended she didn’t feel the hands caressing the back of her head as her tongue explored the inside of Wendy’s pussy. 

The chains she had on this girl were much stronger than any steel. Wendy would be voting exactly as Julie wanted her to vote. It wouldn’t matter what happened in the court; it wouldn’t matter what the other jurors said. 

Wendy’s legs kicked spastically as Julie took possession of her newest puppet.. 

Laura didn’t remember coming to court this morning. It wasn’t important; maybe things would be better today. She felt better. It wasn’t really Jim. She knew that. Nevertheless, he’d given her strength.

“The state calls Marjorie Kuntz.”

Laura sat staring straight ahead, as some woman walked up to the stand.

“…and nothing but the truth, so help you god?”

“I do,” Marge said.

Laura blinked and looked at the stand. It was Marge, but not the same Marge she’d left in the cell. This was a hardhearted hooker, looking back at her with cold eyes.

“Remove the gum,” Judge Pool said.

“How do you know the defendant, Ms. Kuntz?”

“We were cell mates and lovers for three nights,” Marge said.

“Marge,” Laura said.

“Counselor, advise your client not to address the witness,” Judge Pool said.

“During your lovemaking, did she ever discuss the death of her husband?”

“Yeah, she told me all about it. I wrote it down, because I forget things.”

“And then you contacted the D.A.’s office?”

“I had to. She’s a dangerous bitch. She’d kill me if she thought I’d talk.”

“Objection, your honor.”

“Sustained. Jury will disregard that answer. Answer the question yes or no, please,” Judge Pool said.

“Yeah, I contacted the D.A.’s office,” Marge said. 

“What details did Mrs. Wesson confide to you?”

“Some junk about a tape. She had this perfect alibi set up, but messed up setting the timer. What a dope.”

“Could you give us more details about this alibi scheme?”  “Sure. It wasn’t like rocket science or anything. She has this girl she’s hot for down at her beach house. It’s winter, so there ain’t many people around and it gets dark early. No clocks, her babe doesn’t wear a watch, and they’re getting lost in the horizontal rumba, if you know what I mean. 

“Bahda-bing, bahda-bang, ‘gotta go, baby, but hey, your favorite show is on. Here, let me turn it on for you. Wow, it must be after nine. Look at that Nine-o-five. I’d better go because it’s after nine at night. Got that? Nine. I’m leaving at nine.”

“I think we get the idea, Ms. Kuntz.”

“The next day, some bum she hires takes the Orange Line bus out to the beach and tapes over it, she’s home free.”

“Thank you. Your witness.”

“She’s lying,” Laura said when her lawyer looked at her, “They’re all lying. Everybody’s lying.”

“I can’t go up there and just say she’s lying. You have to give me something. What did you tell her about the tape?”

“Nothing. Its all lies,” her voice was rising, “You’re all a bunch of liars!” she yelled at the court. 

She didn’t have a cellmate in the new cell. That was good. She needed Jim tonight, and he might not come if someone was here. 

She ached all over from sitting on the cement floor the night before, so she got comfortable on the bed and waited. 

Time crawled by, and she waited. Lights out, he still hadn’t come. Where was he? Why didn’t he come? She’d wait, she had to wait, he had to come.

The floor. He can’t come unless she sits on the floor! Where is he? She’s in the wrong spot; she was sitting over there last night. Her neck kept letting her head fall, so she wedged her head against the sink stand. She had slid down so far that only her head was against the wall when Jim walked into her cell.

“Let me help you up on the bed,” he said in a strange voice.

“Jim?”

“It’s Martha, ma’am, I’m a guard here. You can’t sleep like that. You’ll be crippled in the morning.”

Laura’s neck felt like it was broken as she let the woman help her into her bunk. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

“Look at you,” Jim said.

“Oh, Jim,” she couldn’t speak out loud, so she said it with her eyes and upraised hand. “Come to bed with me, Jim. Hold me. Never let me go.”

“How could I ever let you go?” he answered her. “I made a promise on the day we were married. If I ever broke one of those wedding vows, it would kill you. I know it would. I love you too much to ever do that to you.”

Cold icicles formed in her chest, and their fingers started spreading thru her body.

“Wedding vows?”

“Yes. Don’t you remember them?”

She had killed him. Not his body, his heart. Even this refuge of dreams was now cold and hostile. Could he ever forgive her? How could he forgive the unforgivable?

“You have a visitor,” he said. 

“What?” 

“Visitor,” he said more forcefully. His voice didn’t sound right.

“I don’t understand.”

“Visitor,” the guard said for the third time, “Come on, you have a visitor.”

She was alone in her cell. Jim was gone, and the empty place inside told her she’d never see him again. Utterly alone in a world of enemies, she followed the guard to the visitors room. 

A knot grabbed her stomach the moment she stepped in. The visitor waiting at the table was Helen.

“What do you want?” Laura said, sitting down hard in the chair. 

“What have they been doing to you? You look like hell.”

“Fuck you,” Laura said.

“Listen, honey, I’ve been checking around for you. Something really stinks.”

“You stink,” Laura said. 

This wasn’t going well, Helen realized. She shouldn’t have come. 

No, she had to come. She owed it to this woman. She’d never be able to live with herself if she didn’t make things right. 

“Look, I’m trying to help you. You’re getting a royal shafting, and I’m try…”

“I hate you,” Laura said.

“They’re railroading you. They’ll fry you unless you let me help you.”

“I can still taste your shit in my mouth,” Laura said, “I’ll never get rid of it.”