Chapter 7

Danny looked in the mirror at her guilty face.

She knew that she had probably come across as a complete slut and she regretted her easy ways in making herself known to Mr. Moran just to find out what secrets he was hiding inside his handsome head. Still, she was undercover, and it seemed to her to be the quickest way to get inside the man’s defensive posture by offering her body for his pleasure and repeated use.

The use of sex had been alluded to in her training period and she kept her questions to herself. The trainer assumed incorrectly that she understood all the ways of men and was prepared to give up her private parts for the success of the operation.

Now that she was in the field, she understood it was all in her head and her actions were more the result of her own personal desire rather than some ploy to gain intelligence.

Somehow, she made it home that evening with Mrs. Murphy and some young man whose name she didn’t know holding her arms because she was too besotted to walk straight. She was surprised to see the woman of the house drop her like a hot potato to drag the high spirited young man into her bedroom without saying another word.

Brother Xavier rolled in a short time later and asked her point blank, “Where is the sainted wife gone to, dear?”

She didn’t think it was appropriate to blow the whistle on her hostess because Xavier was not her husband and the fact, he was loose with his hands groping the middle-aged housewife’s still attractive bottom didn’t put him down her book as being all that trustworthy in his obvious pursuit of her feminine charms.

“I think she went up for a lie down. Besides, her Patrick will be home soon unless he had to work overtime at the job.”

The happy-go-lucky Xavier lifted her legs up off the sofa and sat down depositing them on top of his lap with a sigh of exasperation at his bad luck in gaining the upper hand in doing the horizontal tango with the desperate housewife. He knew she was primed for some hard humping and her husband was too tired from working late shifts to relieve her of the pressure of needing some tender loving care in the nocturnal hours.

The weight of Xavier’s legs held her prisoner on the sofa, and she was too far gone with drink to even admonish him for his fumbling with her tits which were spilling out of her borrowed dress for a night out on the town. They had been slapped and tickled beyond reason by Mister Moran as a bit of foreplay before he nailed her hard and heavy with no excuses to anyone in hearing distance of their rutting explosion in the tiny bedroom.

It had been a memorable occasion for her, and she resented the fact that Xavier was intruding on her daydreams with his wearisome groping in the dim light of the small fireplace. The fact that she was still feeling the effects of the booze and the other happenings in the small room above the bar was slowing down her response system to the point that her tired brain was telling her not to make a fuss while her feminine indignation was screaming in her ear to “batten down the hatches” in righteous dismay at Xavier’s probing dick in the soft flesh between her legs.

Her attempts to formulate a verbal rejection of his perverted intentions failed miserably because her tongue was so weakened by her recent activities that she simply spread her legs wide open and threw up her hands in language that expressed her complete submission to the much stronger man’s desires.

About halfway home to the final explosion of passion, she became fully aware of her victim like display of her own pathetic weakness and tried to justify her actions by accepting the fact that Xavier had a beautiful cock of immense proportion, and that any female would consider herself lucky to be nailed by him under any circumstance. Still, she resented his familiar hands on her backside spreading her ass cheeks and entering her puckered hole with complete disregard for her personal space and private sensitivity to her rear door entrance. Danny reasoned that the man knew that Mister Moran had taken full measure of her anal treasures and he was determined to follow in the big man’s footsteps in all matters of carnal pleasure.

Danny woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and she immediately drank a glass of milk which was not a staple of her normal diet. It quieted her rolling stomach and the pain of her headache seemed to subside gradually.

Mrs. Murphy was already in the kitchen whipping up an Irish breakfast with not a hint of her sins from the night before.

Danny wondered if she had some sort of magical potion that erased her transgressions of the flesh because her step was nothing short of sprightly as she moved with sensuous grace around the table and chairs. Her husband was still in bed, but he had worked late and gone to bed in the wee hours of the morning. There was no doubt in Danny’s mind that he had not disturbed his passed-out wife in her bed in a separate bedroom. It underscored the fact that the couple had not been practicing marital relations recently due to some sort of domestic conflict that she didn’t want to know anything about. She had enough troubles of her own to sort out without tackling the drama of others.

At least there was not a hint of booze consumed or heavy duty carnal relations on the mother, and Danny was satisfied that the sins of the night before were well-hidden.

Brother Xavier came in the kitchen door and winked at her with a knowing smile. She had a fleeting memory of him mounting her when she was three sheets to the wind and in no shape to put up a defense against his pawing and pounding. She did her best to not make eye contact with him because deep inside she was ashamed of her lack of proper behavior in matters of the heart.

She told them that she had to go to the American Embassy to get some documents for attending the extension program in the college. Thankfully, they were all so caught up in their own drama that they ignored her words, and she slid out the door to the bus stop to go to the Embassy.

The bus was crowded and not a single seat remained unfilled.

She stood near the rear door because she knew how difficult it was sometimes to get off at your stop before the driver slammed the door shut and you had to ride to the next stop and walk back to your destination.