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Chapter Twenty-six

Saturday
December 6, 1958

Johnny talked for a few minutes with Greg in his wheelchair at the door before walking through the Robin Hood Room. Charles wasn't here tonight, Michael had his Shirley on a leash, Johnny couldn't figure that and didn't try, Alex was talking pictures and only Al and Scott were available to keep an eye on things.

Johnny left Greg, walked toward Maeve on her table in the center of the room. They didn't really need more people since the crowd was about the usual size. It was just that it was nice in case the girls needed anything.

Michael stood with Shirley on her knees a few feet from him on her leash. Shirley liked to suck guys off, she had four in line to be next. Her black hair went well with her black bra and panties, silk stockings and high heels. She was the only girl dressed tonight.

Johnny and Michael nodded to each other; Johnny went past Lori, Eve and their crowd toward Kitty and Al. Al and Kitty had been almost inseparable the past couple of weeks. Al stood near as Kitty, on her hands and knees, took one in her mouth and one in her pussy.

"She need anything?" Johnny asked Al.

"We're okay. Most aren't using them."

Johnny could see that as he watched Kitty. After Darlene, they had made condoms available but many men preferred to do without and the girls had little choice but luck. A quick check didn't happen in situations like this.

"Hear anything from Gloria?" Al asked.

"Not for a week. She was okay last time she called." There was more but no reason to go into it all tonight. "She asked about you."

"You told me."

"And Kitty."

Al gave a quick nod.

There wasn't much for him to say. Kitty had more or less moved in with Al three weeks ago. As long as she did her stints at the hotel and parties like this, Johnny didn't care that way. What he cared about was Mark who had been left at her house. She saw him daily, but a quick hello was not enough for either of them.

Gladys joined them. Al said hello and turned back to watch Kitty. Kitty had only one in her now; her face was sideways on the mat, arms bent around it. They could hear her breathe in time with the thrusts. Her face was red; she clenched her hands and shut her eyes.

Johnny liked the way Gladys did her hair. It hung below her shoulders, looked lush now that it wasn't tightly curled around her face. She leaned against him, her skin felt cool against his fingers. Even though she was hostess, she too was naked. Her figure had filled out the last couple of weeks, filled out and she was now almost as soft as Maeve or Neva who was somewhere else in the room.

"Neva?"

"With Penny," Gladys said. "In the corner over there."

Johnny looked to the alcove, a spot created by turning some of the tables on their sides. Some of the men preferred more privacy. The alcove had room for only four if you crowded. It was a pity Penny wasn't on the floor, visible to everyone. She was almost as beautiful as his wife. He smiled at that. Maeve only called him her husband when she was upset with him. He never called her his wife to her face, almost never used the phrase at all. Maeve was Maeve.

"Everything okay?" Johnny asked Gladys. Parties still weren't her favorite. As hostess she made sure every man here was satisfied but she wasn't personally involved. The men had much to choose from, seven women. Several months ago it had all started out with just Maeve, then Maeve and Kitty. They both could handle fifty or sixty men in an evening all by themselves.

"Everything's okay, Johnny." Gladys touched his jacket buttons.

"Maybe later," he said.

She nodded her head against his shoulder. "I should mingle."

"Is Shirley okay?"

Gladys stood away from him. "Yes. Why do you ask?"

"The leash thing."

"She'd do anything for Michael, Johnny." She gave him a smile.

It made him nervous when women began smiling at him like that. "I guess it's okay, then."

"We'd let you know if there's a problem, Johnny." She left Al and him. Al had listened, but his eyes never left Kitty. She was on her hands and knees, taking two men on, her slender body dwarfed by them.

Johnny tapped Al's arm. "I'm going to check on Maeve." He left them.

Maeve had several waiting at her table. Alex was on the table with her, using his camera now. It was obvious what he'd been doing earlier; she was covered with come. The man in her pussy or ass, Johnny couldn't tell, held her legs wide apart as he thrust. Johnny could hear Alex's bulbs hit the table after every flash. When the man fucking Maeve was done, Johnny jumped the line and held her legs.

"You look beautiful, dear."

"Thank you, dear. You say the nicest things to me at times when I'm not looking my best."

Johnny watched a glob of come drip out of her pussy, then looked across her body, her stomach, her large rounded breasts, even when lying down, and her chin and nose covered with come. He stepped away and stood at the side as a man dropped his pants and began fucking her. Another one not using a condom.

Johnny had fucked Maeve after a group of men had finished in her. She was loose then, slippery and loose. She felt wonderful, she always felt wonderful, but a condom wouldn't have made her pussy feel any less wonderful. He wasn't going to worry about it.

Johnny heard Kitty wail, then Loreli and Eve. It sounded like Maeve was close. It seemed when women were together like this, they set each other off.

Johnny watched Alex set his camera down on a dry spot on the table. There weren't many; it was partially his own fault. Alex began jacking off. He and Maeve were talking to each other though Johnny couldn't hear what they were saying.

"When you're done, Alex," Johnny said loudly, "take some pictures of Shirley."

Alex glanced at him briefly then finished himself off on Maeve's face.

Johnny watched Maeve's tongue lick up as much come as it could, then he left them. He wanted to check on Neva and Penny and Scott was somewhere, maybe with them. He'd check on them then go back to the bar and nurse a beer. It was going to be a long night, it was only ten now.

Kitty rested for a moment before getting up to go to the restroom. Al's hand on her arm felt nice. It was steady, not squeezing or pulling. Al was steady; he was the one who kept her steady.

She raised herself onto her knees and looked around her. Just Al, everyone had left her corner once they heard she was going on a break. She saw several used condoms and their wrappers in a cardboard box lid. She still felt squishy.

"Okay to stand?" Al asked.

She gave her head a nod and they stood. She leaned against Al. She liked it that he didn't think she was dirty or anything. He never flinched, no matter what she did.

"I need a drink," she said.

"There's water in the bathroom." They walked toward the side exit.

"I don't need water, I need a drink." She hated it when her voice did that. She smiled at him. "Could you get me something? Please?"

"I'll get you a beer in a minute."

She sat on the toilet and stared at him as she peed. When she was done she said, "I need a drink, Al, not a beer. Please." She dried herself off and stood.

Al studied her for a minute then left without saying a word. That was good, she didn't feel like another argument. He and his friends got to fuck her as much as they wanted. She thought it only fair that she could have a drink now and again.

She was done washing herself off, was leaning on the sink letting the water drip onto the tile floor when Al returned with a glass.

She took the glass, not as much as she wanted but it was a start, and drank the gin straight down. She handed the glass back to Al. "Another." She watched his face, smiled nicely and said, "Please."

He set the glass on a shelf, that's all he moved. "Want to rest before going back?"

"I want another drink." She raised her head. "Fuck me, then get me another drink."

"No."

"Then just get me another drink."

"No."

She turned to him, didn't say anything, and stood away from the sink. As she stepped past, Al put his hand on her arm. She spun away from him. "You don't touch me until I have another drink." He stood back.

She entered the Robin Hood Room with Al following a step behind. She turned to him. "Don't follow me." He followed her to her corner. "Go help," she laughed at that word, "someone else, Al." She brushed him away with her fingers. "Go on, go."

She got on her hands and knees and waited. Men stood watching them.

"Go on, Al. I'll find somewhere else to spend the night. It shouldn't be hard." She turned to the men. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Al walked away as one of the men began fucking her. "Do you need a girlfriend?" she asked the man.

Johnny and Al talked for a few minutes, quietly. Poor Al. Gloria asked him to help Kitty and it wasn't easy. It wasn't easy for Al, it wasn't easy for Johnny. Maeve couldn't talk with Kitty anymore, no one could. Johnny was raising his glass to his mouth when he heard the shouting beyond the door in the Robin Hood Room. He looked at Al, then rose to his feet slowly.

"You wait at the door, I'll go around."

Johnny said, "Sorry," to Sam at the bar; Sam didn't look too upset.

Johnny walked around the block, entered Joe's Tavern and the Robin Hood Room from the door onto the alley. The room was quiet now. Everybody was returning to what they were doing. He saw across the room several people clustered at the entrance to the bar.

Gladys walked toward him, her face not showing any expression. He saw Shirley, alone, the leash on the floor at her side. Her bra was undone; she pushed up her breasts with her hands as a man fucked her mouth. He wondered why life couldn't always be so simple.

Gladys took his hand. Johnny could hear Kitty yell across the room, "Fuck you," repeatedly.

Gladys gave him a smile. "Her train has been heading for a wreck."

He nodded. He didn't know what to do. He could ask and people would tell him, but it was up to him to make it happen. With Kitty, making wasn't that easy. With not one of them was it easy.

Eve and Lori were giving a show, blonde Lori on top. Lori had a way of moving that stuck in one's mind; at least it stuck in Johnny's. Pixie-faced Eve on her back under Lori was the perfect compliment to Loreli's childlike appearance. Neither were childlike at all.

"We'll need to get everyone away, Gladys."

She grinned at him. "The hostess with the mostest."

"Sure?"

"Sure," she said.

"Thanks."

"Later?" she asked.

"For sure. Tonight, you and Maeve and I will go to the beach, then home."

"Winifred will be okay alone?"

"Don't worry about that." He tapped a man on the shoulder. "Gladys has something she wants to show you and your friends."

The man elbowed his friend and they followed Gladys to Kitty's spot. Johnny encouraged the others to do the same; it wasn't hard. Gladys was doing a dance first. He'd never seen her do that.

That left Michael, Scott, Greg and Kitty. Greg had blocked the door with his wheelchair and was facing her down. Her abuse didn't seem to bother him.

"Michael, why don't you and Shirley help out Gladys?"

Michael gave a nod, not looking at him and backed away. Since Michael's wife had kicked him out and he'd left his job, he was on edge. Having Shirley helped. Kitty was lucky she hadn't gotten smacked. They were all lucky she hadn't gotten smacked.

"I'll take over," Johnny told Scott.

Scott was in over his head and he knew it. He left quickly.

"Kitty," Johnny said. He took her arms from behind. She became still, then relaxed against him.

Johnny remembered the first times with Kitty on the beach, how she felt. How strong she was. Greg grinned at them.

"I just wanted to get a drink, Johnny."

"You know you can't go into the bar like that, Kitty."

"Just a drink, Johnny."

"You and I need to talk, Kitty." He backed away, holding her against him. "Thanks, Greg."

"Yeah, thanks, Greg," Kitty said.

Johnny smiled at him. "Al's on the other side and wants to come in."

"Fuck Al," Kitty said.

She tried to turn in his arms; he wouldn't let her. "Are you free this week, Greg?"

Greg wheeled his chair from the door letting Al in. "Except for the kids."

"Would you like to go on a vacation?"

Greg studied him then slowly nodded his head.

Al came in through the door, stared at Kitty.

"Sorry, Al," Johnny said.

"Sorry little fucker," Kitty said.

Johnny shook her. "You have a problem with somebody or about something you deal with it on your own time, Kitty."

Al walked past them.

Kitty tried to kick Al; Johnny swung her away. "Stop it, Kitty."

"Fuck you, too, Johnny."

Greg grinned at them.

"Think you could do any better?" Johnny asked.

Greg shook his head. "You're doing fine."

"Asshole," Kitty yelled.

Johnny shook her. "Enough of that or else I'll trade you for Shirley with Michael."

"That bitch."

"She's a meek and mild maid," Greg said.

Johnny shook Kitty before she could speak, turned her so she faced him. He could see tears in her eyes. "We're going to the beach, Kitty. We need to talk, then you and Mark are going on a vacation along with Greg."

"You don't love me any more, do you?"

He hugged her. "I love you, Kitty. We all need a break from what's riding you."

"What's not riding me is you, Johnny."

"I get busy, Kitty."

"Yeah, Shirley, Michael's slut, Penny, Neva, Eve and Loreli and the rest of the girls."

"Kitty, you hardly ever are around."

"I get busy, too, boss."

"I want you to stay here and wait for me. I need to find someone for the door. Can you do that for me?"

Kitty backed from him and leaned against the table by Greg.

Johnny left Greg and Kitty to find Al or Scott. Johnny hoped Greg could keep his good nature for the next week. He was sorely going to have it tried.

Maeve heard screaming but was too busy to concentrate on anything else. It had been hours since she'd had a break and it seemed like one wasn't coming any time soon. She had one in her pussy who went on and on and on, not that she was complaining. He also used his fingers to touch her clit; she was hopping. Another was in her mouth, in and out, not trying to find her stomach; she wasn't in a position for that. One in her pussy, one in her mouth, she wondered where the hell her husband was.

Johnny found Scott, sent him to watch the door. That chore done, he checked on Gladys who looked like she was having fun, on her back, legs and arms sprawled, getting a good fucking.

Shirley was still sucking cock, her bra was gone, and her black panties were halfway down her thighs. One shoe was gone. Michael held the leash and it appeared as if he was talking steadily to her in a low voice. Johnny didn't stop to hear what was being said. The leash got him, that and her hands holding her breasts up as she sucked.

Lori and Eve were busy also, Lori moaning as someone fucked her from the rear. Eve sat next to her, her hand under Lori. He touched Eve's shoulder.

"I need you. Sorry to break up the party."

Eve bent and kissed Lori's ear, whispered something to her. Eve smoothed Lori's hair, then stood. Alex hadn't made it to them yet; she was still halfway decent. Her curly brown hair, almost auburn, framed her pixie face and cute smile.

Johnny held out his hand and she took it. He walked to the alcove corner, where Penny and Neva had set up shop. There were no men at that moment, the two women relaxed on the pad and pillows. Neva was the shortest, just a little over five feet, and plump. She was also the oldest, several years older than Gloria. Her size and age belied her inventiveness and willingness. Once a man tried her, he always came back for more.

Penny was smaller breasted, tall, gorgeous, almost as beautiful as Maeve which was saying a lot, in Johnny's estimation. Penny and Neva were a contrast; he never understood men. The line waiting by Shirley, no one here; Eve and Loreli almost left alone. He couldn't understand why Penny and Neva weren't swamped.

"Penny, Neva, I need you two to clean up. You'll both have to be hostesses tonight. I'm taking Kitty, Greg and Eve with me in a few minutes."

"Kitty all right?" Penny asked.

Johnny gave a nod. "She needs a break. You'll tell Maeve for me that I may be late. Gladys is going to our house tonight."

Penny had no problem with that. She stood, held out her hand for Neva.

"When you're ready, meet us at the door." He turned and heard Maeve scream, quickly followed by Gladys and Lori. He didn't see Al or Alex which didn't mean anything. It was a mad house.

Kitty and Johnny helped Greg onto the car seat while Eve watched. Both women were still naked, were comfortable that way in the dark alley. Kitty thought on the street in broad daylight might be different, but who knows. She wondered sometimes how many men in this city had seen her naked or fucked her. Four hundred, maybe less, maybe more, over the last two months. It wasn't a big deal any more. She never blushed easily.

She sat in front with Johnny, Eve in back with Greg, the wheelchair was in the trunk. She could hear Greg and Eve talk softly, she didn't hear a belt buckle or zipper so maybe they weren't talking about sex.

She held the door handle; Johnny seemed miles away.

"I'm dropping Eve at your house, Kitty. She'll pack a bag for you and Mark and bring Mark out to the beach. We'll stop for a moment at Greg's, I'll pack a bag for him, talk to his mother." He glanced at her. "You'll have to stay in the car." He smiled. "Heaven knows what she'd think if she could see her boy now."

Kitty heard the buckle and zipper in back. Who knows, indeed? She liked Eve, she liked all of them. She turned and peered out the side windows as she listened to Eve and Greg. Not a blowjob, Eve was fucking him.

They had to wait at Kitty's house for them to finish. Johnny didn't seem to mind. All this because she wanted a drink. Kitty muttered, "Don't dribble on the rugs, bitch," when Eve left the car.

Johnny parked the Electra at the spot they used near the beach. It was midnight; there wasn't much of a moon. He turned to the back seat. "Kitty and I are going for a walk, are you okay here?"

Greg grunted, waved his hand and went back to sleep.

Johnny held the door open for Kitty, put his jacket over her shoulders after she was out. He held out his hand, she looked at it for a moment, then reluctantly took it. He led her through the dunes toward the beach.

"Want to walk or just sit and talk?"

"Talk, I guess." Kitty held the jacket close to her.

He stopped, let go of her hand and sat. She sat next to him. He opened his arms and she snuggled close to him.

"You, Mark and Greg will stay the week at a hotel on the beach in Sarasota."

"Why Greg?"

He felt her fingers knead his arm. He hated doing this. "Okay." He let out a breath. "Tonight I'm giving you your first warning. Two more and you're out. We'll buy your house if you want or we will give you a severance package. That's if you're out. Your drinking has gotten out of hand, Kitty. That's one reason." He waited for her to say something, she didn't. "You've driven Al and his friends crazy." He waited again, nothing.

"Something's bothering you, isn't it?" he asked.

Kitty shook her head. "I'm all right."

"Gloria asked Al to take care of you. Goodness knows he's tried. You moved into his house. Made yourself a nuisance. What was that thing with his neighbor about?"

Kitty shook her head.

"Kitty, I'm trying to help you. Al said you started going over to his neighbor. He'd come home after work and see a bunch of cars parked there. You'd come in an hour or two or three later a mess."

"That's my business. Not Al's. He got his. He and his friends all got theirs. It's not your business, either."

"It isn't, except you are driving Al crazy. He doesn't want to be your pimp."

"Why not? Aren't I good enough for him?" Kitty pulled away from Johnny.

"You're good enough for anyone, but he doesn't want to be your pimp, Kitty. He doesn't mind you staying with him."

"He doesn't mind fucking me."

"Does he come to your bed or do you go to his?"

"Does it matter, Johnny, in the end? His dick gets stuck up me like everyone else's."

He took a breath. "Okay." He took another. "You'll have a week off. Think about things. You don't want to be a whore, you don't have to be. There's plenty to do. You're a great model; those movies look great, just you dancing. You can do phone work, watch the kids, lots to do." He paused. "Is it because you don't like being a whore that you're becoming a lush?"

"I'm not a lush." She faced to the west, out into the Gulf.

"Becoming a lush. I've had complaints, Kitty. Nothing major." He took her arm. "Sit down and listen." He paused. "Nothing major, but I shouldn't hear anything, should I? I didn't hear anything before Gloria left."

Kitty shook off his hand. "I don't want to talk about Gloria."

"Why not?" He waited. "What happened, Kitty?"

"You tell Steve about Darlene's syphilis?"

"I told him.

"You know why you had to tell him?"

"Because he needed to know."

Kitty faced him and said slowly, "No. Because he'd fucked her and needed his shots, too." She stared at Johnny. "Did you fuck her, Johnny?" She turned away.

"I never touched her."

"Well la-de-da." Kitty stood. "I'm walking."

Johnny walked alongside her. "When did it happen?"

"You really want to know?" Her head was bent; she spoke to the ground.

"Yes." Johnny was realizing why he hadn't seen Steve for weeks.

"At the wedding, in the bushes afterwards. He couldn't wait, the bastard."

"You knew and didn't tell me?"

She glanced at him, then faced the sand watching her feet kick it as she walked.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Gloria thought it might just blow over. It's not as if Darlene were a virgin."

"Gloria knew?"

"Gloria, Darlene, Steve and me. One happy family."

"Okay. I'll talk to Steve." He stopped her. "Are you mad at Steve?"

She shook her head. "I want to walk."

"In a minute. You're mad at someone. Darlene?"

Kitty turned her face to the Gulf.

"Gloria?"

Kitty nodded slowly.

Johnny could hear her crying. "For godsakes, why?"

"She took Darlene. She and Darlene are . . ."

"Are?"

Kitty jerked her arm from his grasp and continued walking. "Are."

Johnny walked beside her. "Okay." He paused. "Gloria and Darlene are not anything. They're looking for Sylphie. That's all."

"Sleeping together."

"Separate beds. Same room but different beds."

"You've been there." Kitty didn't face Johnny, she walked quickly.

"I trust Gloria."

"You trusted Steve."

"I should have realized there'd be a problem. Both Winifred and Darlene are a sore trial. Or were. Winifred is easier to be around now."

"Domesticated little bitch."

Johnny walked quietly beside Kitty.

"Why are you so angry, Kitty?"

Kitty stopped and stared at Johnny. "Are you dense?"

Johnny nodded, then caught up with Kitty as she stepped away from him.

"I love Darlene, Johnny. More than anyone. Head over heels in love and she's in Philadelphia shacked up with my best friend. Gloria gets to do with her everything I ever wanted to do with her. Each night. Each morning. Lazy Saturday afternoons wrapped around each other. Gloria sees her, talks to her, listens to her, touches her, smells her, tastes her, and I can't." Kitty stopped. "Let's go back." She held out her hand. "I bet you thought you were number one with me."

"I thought you and Gloria had a thing going. I knew I was further down the list. Mark, Gloria, Maeve, maybe me." He smiled at her. "I heard once you winked at the produce boy at the supermarket and I was livid for a week."

"Don't make fun of me, Johnny."

"If Darlene was going to be with someone who would you rather it'd be? Gloria or Steve?"

"Me."

"Gloria or Steve?"

"You know the answer to that, Johnny." Kitty stopped. "Before the wedding Darlene and I played a prank on Steve, an innocent little prank. We vamped him; I thought nothing of it. Then I heard about what happened later. The prank was my idea. I threw her at him, Johnny." Kitty walked quickly.

Johnny went alongside until they were almost at the car. "Okay. We have to do this quick. Last I heard, Darlene's coming back. I'll talk to her. If she and you want to, you have my blessings, Kitty. She's thirteen going on thirty. You two can be discrete, I trust. If she doesn't want to, you'll have to live with that. Okay? Personally, I think it would be better to wait a few years."

Kitty gave him a smile. "You were waiting, hunh, Johnny?"

Johnny shook his head. "As if I needed another. It was a nice daydream but it'd never work. I hope I never do anything that would cause me to lose Maeve."

"How many girls now?"

Johnny shook his head. "I'm taking you, Mark and Greg to a hotel on the beach in Sarasota. You'll spend the week. No drinking. No sex except with Greg. One of us will come by each day and take Mark so you two can be alone."

"Why Greg, Johnny?"

"He's a great guy. I don't think he'll let you steamroll him like you did Al. And I think a week with him will help you realize you're not the only one with problems."

Kitty looked at him. Her eyes sparkled in the light. "And after a week?"

"You come back. You can do as before, you can do something different. Think seriously about it. I want you dry, sober, and thoughtful next Saturday. I mean it about the drinking and the sex. Take it easy on yourself." Johnny pulled her to him. "If I talk to Gloria, do you want Darlene to call you?"

Kitty pushed away from him. "No!"

"Just asking, Kitty." Johnny paused. "You'll do it?"

She gave a nod. "I'll do it."

"Someone will bring Mark's schoolwork Gloria has him doing. You two can do it together."

"Someone?"

"You won't see me until next Saturday, unless there's a problem. Then you may wish you didn't see me."

Kitty nodded.

"Ready?"

She took his hand. They walked to the car. Eve was talking to Greg; Mark was asleep in the front seat. Johnny got the suitcase out for her to select a set of clothes from so she could dress. He closed the suitcase and put it in the trunk next to Greg's bag. Eve rode in the back with Greg and Kitty. Kitty winked at Johnny when he said that he wanted Eve to come along. He winked back.

Eve hadn't bothered putting on clothes at Kitty's house. He was sure the hotel was used to it.

Maeve and Gladys relaxed in the living room after taking a shower together. Maeve looked at her watch.

"If Johnny's not here in ten minutes we can go on without him."

Gladys sipped her fruit drink; she'd told Maeve she was afraid scotch would make her sleepy. Gladys smiled at Maeve.

"We can start now if you want."

Gladys gave a shy nod, finished her drink and set it on the coffee table.

Maeve stood. "We'll leave the lights on for Johnny." She held out her hand to Gladys.

Gladys took it and followed Maeve to the bedroom.

"Toward the end we were singing in unison, weren't we?" She pulled down the covers on the bed and grinned at Gladys. "Enjoy yourself?"

Gladys climbed in beside her and watched as Maeve turned out the light. "Yes."

"Just yes?" Maeve snuggled under the covers, reached for Gladys.

Gladys nodded, her head against Maeve's shoulder.

Maeve touched Gladys' breast, ran her fingers toward her pussy. Gladys shook when Maeve touched her pussy.

"Just yes my foot," Maeve said.

"Please," Gladys said.

Maeve kissed her. Thank you she thought as she pressed against Gladys, felt Gladys tremble as Maeve's fingers worked her clit.

Johnny and Eve had a slow fuck in the backseat of his car parked next to the Chevy on the beach. He was almost dry. They'd fucked at the hotel when he came back to the car, then she'd sucked him off after they'd crossed the Skyway. She never talked much, didn't need to, he guessed, since she made her wishes plain. He told her she could sleep in the garage at his house. He didn't think Maeve would mind.

Johnny stopped at an all night diner on the way home and got them both coffees. He took hers to her car and of course she had to go to the bathroom. He went to his car trunk for a blanket for her, but heard her car door shut before he reached it. He waited in his Buick until she came back. The men in the diner stood watching in the window as she got into the Chevy. She gave a wave and then followed him onto the street.

Johnny shook his head. She'd taken twenty minutes to pee. He guessed that was a record.

She parked next to him in the drive and followed him into the house. He got her settled in the garage bed, tucked her in and begged off a quickie. He walked quietly to his room, turning out lights as he went.

Before he turned out the hall light he could see Gladys and Maeve sleeping arm in arm. He undressed and joined them. Maeve hardly stirred.

Go to the next chapter of The Revolver.
Chapter Twenty-six | Chapter Twenty-seven | Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine | Chapter Thirty | Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two | Chapter Thirty-three | The Schedule

The first part of Switch: a novel is Switch.
The second part of Switch: a novel is The Babysitter.
The third part of Switch: a novel is Comes the Bride.
The fourth part of Switch: a novel is The Revolver.

Disclaimer: Some of the things the characters do in this story are seen as offensive or frightening (even terrifying) by some if not most people. Please don't surprise anyone. Always ask first. Have an agreed upon safe word even if you don't do BDSM.

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