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Benny offered him a tentative smile. “Ah . . . hey,
Senator Griffin. I, um, always liked Devonshire cattle myself. You know, Durham,
the kind used to pull Conestoga wagons.”
“You-”
Benny leaned down over the sleep tousled Nina and snatched
a kiss on her swollen lips.
“Guess the party really is over. Love you. ‘Bye.”
At the rage smoldering in Griffin’s eyes, Benny took to
heart the old saying, It’s better to be a live jackal than a dead wolf. It was
one thing to go into the joy of a brawl and get the stuffing kicked out of you -
you roll with the punches, baby - but totally another to come under the fists of
an enraged father.
Griffin roared, “You-”
He grabbed at Benny. Fast as a cat caught in the cream, Benny slithered off the
bed and ran for the opened door, the sheet flowing behind him.
“Git your ass back here.”
Griffin snatched out a small laser special. He snapped off
a bolt at the fleeing kid. “You son of a bitching bastard. I’ll kill
you.”
The bolt flared over Benny’s shoulder. The second scored
a red line on his right buttock. Benny yelped and dodged into the first open
door he saw. Benny slammed it shut, and his eye bulged at the sight of the sedate
and prim Mrs. Armbruster dressed in spike heels, black fishnet panty hose, her
crotch naked. A black leather bra complete with dog collar and steel studs
completed the ensemble.
A whip hung from her hand.
“Hey . . . Mind if I just walk through?” He glanced at
the huddled mass on the floor. McNary was still naked and still shuddering. His
hands were behind his back, a bulging leather gag stuffed in his mouth. From
another part of his body ran a tube attached to a bottle of seltzer water. The
bottle was draining into the tube, and McNary’s eyes bulged in a shriek that
was locked behind the gag.
Benny started for the window. The sheet was caught in the
door. He tugged on it.
Griffin leaned on the doorjamb of Nina’s room. Reddened
eyes shot back and forth. He saw a flicker of white.
Benny tugged on the sheet, his eye on the smiling woman.
She grew thoughtful and sweat ran down Benny’s face. The doorknob rattled, and
Griffin’s curses bellowed through the door. Something started hammering on it,
the racket booming through the room.
He shot away from the door, and the sheet floated to the
ground.
A low, lecherous whistle shift his attention back to
something a little more deadly than even a father’s rage.
Licking his lips, Benny tried to smile back at the
narrowed, interested look in Mrs. Armbruster’s hot eyes.
“Hey, I think I better hit the road. Like yo, ya never
over-stay a welcome.”
A crack split down the door. Benny spun and dashed for the
window.
He grabbed the frame and shoved. It was stuck. He tried
again. Mrs. Armbruster’s whip flicked out, just a caress, and a red welt
sprang up on Benny’s left buttock. He yelped and the window crashed up.
Rubbing the welt, he glared at her and snapped, “Thanks.
I think.”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Any time, mein sweety. I just love tight buns.”
Still keeping a nervous eye on her, Benny pulled the lace
curtains back. He glanced out. There was a table below him. It would break his
fall it if didn’t break his neck.
“Hey,” he said, still looking over the situation below,
“this room got another door?”
From behind him, she whispered, “No.” He jumped and a
warm hand cupped him. “Lovely. What a fine young animal you are, Bernie. Or
should I say . . . Benny.” A conservatively painted nail pressed into delicate
tissue. Benny clutched her shoulder.
“Please? Don’t -”
The door shattered under Griffin’s assault.
And evil light in his eyes, Griffin roared, “Hold him,
Mrs. Armbruster.”
“She is.” Benny yelped as the nails dug in.
“I’m going to cut off his balls for this.”
“She is!”
The woman’s eyes smiled. Her voice a low caress, she
said, “Sounds interesting. Unfortunately, it shan’t be at this time.”
Griffin reached over her for Benny, and she gave Benny a
light push.
“Yow, watch it,” he shouted and tumbled out the window
backwards. There was a rending crash.
Stunned amid the wreckage of the table, Benny stared up at
two heads peering out the window.
A third head appeared twenty feet along the wall.
“Benny?”
Clutching a satin sheet over her, Nina stared in horror at
Benny. Her head jerked at the pair in the other window.
“Daddy? What are you doing home?”
“Taking you back to Texas,” he shouted and disappeared
from the window.
Mrs. Armbruster threw a kiss at Benny.
“Another day, lover. I await the day I’ll have you.”
The window crashed down, and she went back to where McNary
shuddered and thrashed on the floor. The seltzer bottle was empty, the bubbles
crawling like glowing coals through his bowels. She squatted beside him and
patted his cold, sweating face.
“You’ll never touch my poor baby again, will you,
congressman?”
He strained against his bonds. She let the whip snake over
him and smiled into his screaming eyes.
“Kiss it,” she whispered. “Kiss it or you’ll suck
your blood from it, slug.”
McNary twisted his head around and shuddered, the leather
gag nudging the whip in a desperate attempt to obey.
Griffin stared for a moment longer, then, a polite smile on
his face, edged away.
The whip came up and slapped across McNary’s skinny
thighs.
“No need for you to leave, Senator,” Mrs. Armbruster
purred. “Plenty of time for you, as well, no?”
“Ah, ma’am . . . I fear I must decline. Respectfully!”
He gave a small bow, adding, “Good day and good hunting.”
Griffin bolted from the room.
Benny picked himself from the pieces of the table.
“Geezus. Washington is even weirder than Hazleton.”
Dusting himself off, he staggered towards the rear gate. “Never figured that
could happen.”
“Hold it, boy.”
Griffin stood, panting, in the French doors. He held a .45
up for Benny to see.
“Look, Mr. Griffin,” Benny protested, his hands going
up, “I’m sorry, but it happened.” He stared into the bared teeth of the
man.
“Kill you,” the senator gasped. “Ruined my girl’s
life.”
“I . . . I know. She was a virgin.”
“If she’s pregnant, that perverted bitch will take my
baby.”
“Cindy-the-warden.”
Eyes dimming Griffin collapsed in a chair.
“Just on the rumor you were here, she tried to snatch my
Nina. The child is all I’ve left of her mother,” Griffin cried out. “If
Nina is taken, I’ll wither up and die.”
Wrapped in a bathrobe, Nina slipped out the door. She knelt
before her father and lay a hand on his knee.
“I love you, Daddy. If I had known it would hurt you so .
. . .”
“How long was he here?”
“A couple of days.”
“It’s too late.”
“M-maybe not. It isn’t really my time of the month.”
“They did something to the boy, to make a woman fertile.
Child, you’re pregnant.” He drove himself up. “You’ll need an
abortion-”
Nina stood and clutched the sheet around her. “Never.”
“You will.”
“I’ll run away. If I am, then I am.” Nina hugged
herself. “I hope I am. Daddy, hush. You know how Mama felt about such
things.”
Griffin sagged into the chair. He looked at Benny. Benny
shook his head.
“You got my sympathy, Mr. Griffin, but my mom would cut
me a new you-know if I said yes.” He glanced up and saw Mrs. Armbruster. She
smiled, held up her middle finger and slid it into her mouth.
Benny shuddered all over.
“I should kill you, but then that bitch would know.”
Griffin jerked his head at the gate. “Get out, boy. Take your ass out of my
home, and don’t look back.”
Nina took a step towards Benny. Griffin snatched her back.
Benny stared at Nina, cringing at her broken sobs.
“Take good care of her, please?”
“Like she was spun gold.”
Head bowed, he turned and walked to his things laying by
the pool. Someone had taken them out and hung them over the back of a chair. He
slowly dressed and slipped out the back gate to the garage.
The Red Sun was still there. The metal had been polished,
the cracked leather of the saddle oiled by a loving hand.
A tall man bent with age smiled at Benny.
“Miss Nina ask I should care for her, sir. Have a good
ride, and a safe one.”
Benny tried to smile at the man. He nodded and dragged his
leg over the saddle. His hand stroked the battered tank. With a heavy heart, he
kicked the starter down, and she rumbled under him, seemed to arch, to caress
him.
Fly with me,
Dark-Rider.
“Thank you.”
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