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"Benny," Ron howled, "You little
son-a-bitch you."
Benny's eyes gleamed with laughter. "Yo, know my
Mom, bro?" He snickered. "And I'm her son. You called it right, and
don't ever forget it." He glanced at the men. "Yo, dudes, you come for
a taste of the forbidden fruit? Man, let me tell you, she is one hot babe, for a
fact." Benny snickered at the blushing Ron and at John, and the interest in
Boone's eyes. "I am a little surprised at you, though, Ronny-dude. You
know, from the way you and Millie keep the bed springs a-creakin all
night-"
Ron made a grab for Benny.
His hands slipped from the clammy, dew-wet skin.
"Go the hell home," Ron snapped at the dark
and laughing face. Benny naked reminded him far too much of a painting he saw of
a satyr, a goat-footed demon that drew women to lust for him and die. "Beat
it. We'll handle this."
"Huh-uh." Benny slapped his thigh, as calm
and comfortable in the chilling dampness as if he were clothed. "Case you
ain't noticed, dude . . . ." He grinned and winked at Ron. "Like, my
duds are all in there," he nodded at the house. "I did leave, but my
butt sticks to the gen-u-wine imitation naghyde plastic of the saddle when I
ride like this." Benny winced and shivered. "Like last night. But it
was worth it, y'know? I ain't even gonna mention what the cracks do to certain
important parts." He grinned and made a broad wince.
Ron and the other two reddened. Ron slammed shut the
door of the cruiser on Schertzer's laughter.
"Stay here and guard the prisoner."
With one last look of outrage at Benny, Ron spun and
stalked to the house.
"Hey, Misty?" Ron called in a deep, paternal
voice. "Come on out. I already got your Bruce cuffed-&-stuffed,
honey." Boone moved onto the rotted planks of what had been a porch.
Benny lunged and tackled Boone, throwing them both
clear of door. A blast of pellets shattered a fist-sized hole in the peeling
wood of the door at about the height of Boone's navel.
"Asshole. Were you born stupid, Donnelly, or does
it just come naturally?" Benny glowered at Boone and wiped fresh blood from
his back. Benny winced at the though of having steel pellets removed.
"Pecker head there," he jerked his head at the cruiser and the still,
shocked forms of John and Schertzer, "had a pump for hunting deer. Misty
used a bird gun on me." He snorted and ripped a long splinter from his
thigh. "Man, I thought they taught you that crap in cop-school. Maybe you
better stop sleeping through class."
Boone opened his mouth to make a hot retort and
thought better of it. You just don't cuss out a guy who just saved your hide.
Schertzer was cheering Misty. His glee came to an
abrupt stop with John's fist jammed in his gums.
Ron took a deep breath. He screwed down his cap and
got ready to charge in.
Pouncing up, a naked Benny lunged through the door.
An outraged shriek brought Boone and Ron in to see
Benny slap the light shotgun from Misty's hands. Benny snatched Misty to him. He
grinned at her, lowered his mouth to hers. Their bodies pressed together in
hungry need. Misty sighed, closed her eyes for a moment.
"Yow. Chrisake."
Benny jerked his mouth from her and glared down at the
smug look on Misty's face. Misty giggled and licked his blood from her teeth. He
threw her on the floor. She snatched at the shotgun and Benny stepped on it. Her
fist cracked against his shin, her mouth opened to bite him at the juncture of
his thighs.
Ron heaved into the one room shack.
"My kind o' gal," Benny said with a grin and
wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand. With genuine fondness
Benny smiled at Misty.
Ron cuffed her. He glanced up at Benny's face and
smiled his relief that the kid was all right. Then he saw the rope burns on
Benny's throat and wrists.
"She tied me up." Benny winked at Boone.
"I did not. Brucey did it." Misty's eyes
flashed. "It was all so simple," she began in a sulky way, "Even
that dick-brained mo-ron should of-" She broke off and glared at Benny.
"How the hell did you manage to cut the ropes, Grey? You was tied tighter
than a Christmas turkey."
Two Swords took a bow and gave 'Heart a light kiss on
her balance. She giggled at the tickle.
"State's Evidence, Misty honey," Ron said
into the awkward silence. He patted her on the shoulder and tried to appear
sympathetic.
Misty bit her lip and glared at Benny. "Money. I
didn't want to do it, but you know Brucey, anything for a dollar. God, all that
money . . . ." She sighed and her eyes grew dreamy.
A curse and gagging came from the doorway. John
appeared, Schertzer in tow, both looking like death warmed over.
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