Chapter 1

Lynn Carter had hoped to book a flight on a 747, but had decided not to wait until the following day just to satisfy a whim. The 707 was quite adequate in luxury and she certainly hadn't counted on getting an entire row of empty seats all to herself. Anyway, the whole thing was that she get to her darling, her handsome, sorely missed husband as soon as possible, and flight 641 to Los Angeles International Airport has provided that six hour transition from Bratham, Massachusetts.

She recalled that she'd smiled to herself as she gazed out the window at nothing but blue atmosphere and fluffy white clouds, smiled at the time-passing thought of what the two GIs were probably thinking just behind her. The empty seat to her right was going to make for some amusing and pleasant situations she'd decided, and it had. After all, she'd hardly resembled a wife of four years with her long blond hair and the way she was dressed... fashionable from the leggy, mini-suit standpoint and the fact that she was traveling solo. Who would ever guess that she was carrying six packets of ten one-thousand dollar bills in her purse... not a bulky arrangement, and snugly squeezed between herself and the inside arm of her seat? Sixty thousand dollars, the final settlement once the insurance company had decided that Earl Carter had truly and accidentally drowned at sea while on a fishing holiday. Of course, his body had never been found, how could it have been, when he was waiting for her right at that moment in California?

Two years... two long, lonesome and empty years... well, at least nearly that long before the insurance company had settled. Naturally, she'd had to have some innocent diversion; she was, after all, only twenty-two... and not the slightest bit in the dark regarding her physical attraction. Even so, she'd been extremely careful, never going anywhere without Nick, her half- brother, whom Earl had yet to meet, and the only living relative she had in the world. Truly, Nick had been super to her... but a straight girl hardly found much enjoyment in the places a gay escort preferred to take her, which had been, perhaps, just as well. The brother-sister thing had helped to allay any suspicions during the long insurance investigation.

Both her waking and dreaming hours had been constantly occupied with Earl anyway, her lover-husband who had finally made her see that it was the only way they could ever get a start; but for months she had fought him over the wicked idea... until he had eventually made her realize that accountants were to be had at ten cents the gross... and she remembered how he had influenced her with his warm kisses and passionate lovemaking each night... remembered as the young GI sat down in the empty seat beside her smiling openly and explaining how he was just back from twenty- eight months in Germany and was going home to Los Angeles. Later, the other, his buddy, had been a bit more aggressive, but it'd been the salesman from Newark who had the line, Lynn recalled.

He'd been a smooth one all right, and she had drunk with him... two cocktails while listening to his plight concerning his frigid wife.

She had even enjoyed dinner and a game of Rummy with him, but had merely laughed off his invitation to see LA. She remembered that his handsome teeth hadn't been as white nor as even as Earl's, and now, lying there beside her darling husband at last, she realized how much she really loved this man who had persuaded her into helping him commit a sizable swindle. She wasn't sorry... they were going to be so happy.

"A penny for your thoughts, Baby," Earl whispered hotly into her face. "You were some where way off there for a moment."

"I-I was dreaming... I-I just can't believe we're together again, at last," she breathed lovingly, feeling him draw her naked body tighter to his own lean, strong one; yet, at the same time, she couldn't help the little unpleasant feeling that had been with her ever since he'd picked her up at the airport and brought her there. He had changed, but in ways she was yet unable to pinpoint; he seemed harder... more calloused perhaps, and the jargon he used, obviously the influence of these people he associated with... but physically... yes... yes, he was the same physically... ! She could feel his rigid penis pressed against her hot thigh, and she tried to remember the length and thickness of it, the way it looked standing out from his strong, hairy loins, so stiff and proud with its cape of thick skin, the exciting, moist eye staring at her lasciviously from the tip of its purplish, massive head, and the masculine spectacle of his full, potent testicles hanging fulfillingly between his powerful thighs. Tremors of sensual delight rippled through her as she realized how badly she wanted him... needed him!

"I told you, Lynn baby! Didn't I? I told you it'd all come off if we played it cool... and you did! You sure did, Rabbit! Damn, what a doll you are!"

He lay beside her, drawing her possessively inside his arms, crushing her full, rounded breasts against his hairy chest, while simultaneously, he shifted his hips to pressure his swollen hardness into the softness of her white belly. He kissed her, searching her receptive mouth with his hot tongue, then withdrew it. "I knew it'd work," he said. "I knew it! Did you ever doubt it?"

"S-Sometimes... sometimes... when the days dragged by back there... and there was snow, snow, snow... it was so cold... so god damned bleak!"

"You were a trooper, Baby!"

"I-I used to cry a lot... it seemed almost as if you really were dead... and I would cry... Sometimes, it helped."

"You should've gone out... had yourself a ball."

"I couldn't very well... not then. They were always watching me... at least, I felt that they were... Later, I went out some... but always with Nick along.

"Nick? Who the hell... ? Oh, you mean that goddamned creep half-brother of yours. When did he get back?"

"He was discharged just after you... you disappeared. You'd like him, Darling."

"Hmmm, maybe... but it's no wonder you're like a coiled spring... depending on a queer half-brother to jockey you around."

"I had to be careful, you know," Lynn reminded him.

He grinned. "And you were, Chickie... sixty-grand worth!" He clutched at her breast, caressing and stroking it... tweaking the sensitive, distended nipple until she thought she'd cry out with the joy of it. He kissed her, sinking his hot, moist tongue into her mouth and she teased and loved it with her own. Finally, he said: "You're glad to see me aren't you, Baby?"

"What do you think?"

"Yeah... yeah," he sighed and chuckled warmly, stroking her back and slender waist, then the smooth globes of her silken- skinned buttocks. "Listen, I missed you, too! You better know that Christ, there were times when I damned near flipped and wanted to call you... but I knew I couldn't. After I sent the card telling you where I was, I knew I had to wait."

"And that was over a year ago," she whispered.

"I know... I know. But I kept telling myself that it was worth it... and it was, wasn't it? Wasn't it?"

She drew her arm from around his shoulder and leaned back to better see his face in the meager light the tiny dresser lamp shown. "Who... who are they... all these people, Earl? How did you meet them? What're you doing here?"

He looked at her for a moment, then first expressed himself with a warm, reassuring smile. "Honey... I don't know what I'd have done without these people... Oh, not all of them, of course, but Walo, Rudy and Virgin... Walo... the poor dumb ox, he's been with me since I first hit this state. He's like a devoted moose... nothing upstairs... but a guy never had a better bodyguard. And Rudy and Virgin, they were friends right from the beginning. We, Walo and I, met them one night on the strip. Jesus, I couldn't find a job... I was right next to pan handling, when they latched onto us. They said they owned this place some fifty- miles up the beach, an old resort hotel his father left him.

"Is that what this place is?"

"Sure enough is, Baby. Once, back in the late twenties, it was a popular spot for silent screen stars... weekend shack-up trysts and the like. Rudy says when he was a kid there was some other activity nearby... a dance pavilion and another hotel, but they burned down and now there's nothing but peace and quiet. Listen... You ever heard anything prettier sounding than that surf pounding out there, Baby?"

Lynn lay quietly, listening. She heard the wash, the rising crescendo, then, the back tide. It was... it was beautiful! Only once on Cape Cod as a little girl had she ever heard its equal.

"Crazy, eh?"

"Yes... yes, Darling," she whispered. "It is a beautiful sound."

"And that's why I'm here, Rabbit... because it's beautiful, and so are they, Virgin and Rudy. Christ, the world ought to have more people like..."

"Are they married?"

"Hell yes, seven or eight years... and they know how to live, doll... as you'll see..."

"What about the others, Earl?" she interrupted. "There must be twenty or so... fellows and girls... most of them just kids... Do they live here, too?"

"They come and go, Baby. They've got no place so Rudy gives them one, a place to sleep, food to eat, and they can stay as long as they like.

"But how can he afford to feed them all?"

"Rudy's got a small income from his father's estate; then, those who do have jobs or whatever, dump their money into the pot to take care of the other less fortunates."

"Earl... most of them... they looked as if they were on stuff... They were, weren't they? Most of them, I mean, even the two homosexuals... they were high."

Earl laughed. "Oh, Baby... Baby! You've got a lot to learn! Wow! I hope you don't have hang-ups on dope... I mean, this country rocks with it, lover."

"I don't have any hang-ups... and I know all about dope... but to find you living here, Darling..."

"Hey... look, Baby, this is it... where it's at, eh! Listen, these kids might well be you and me except for a few years! I mean, they're with it... happy... doing their own thing! Christ, Chickie, don't put 'em down... not even the fags... And incidentally, how come you spotted them? Charlie and Ted are cool cats, not readily tagged as gay boys."

"Remember me, husband... the half-sister of Nickie.

"Oh, shit, I forgot, Yeah, you got an eye for those dollies haven't you?"

"He was good to me, Darling... in my hour of need, so as to speak," Lynn said, smiling.

Earl stared into her green eyes lustfully; he had to see her long pent-up desire there, she knew, and all else began to fade from her mind. He ran his hand through her long flaxen hair and down to her breast, cupping its velvety fullness hungrily, then, smothering it with his face, his lips encompassing its pink, vibrant nipple, his tongue teasing and loving it.

Lynn felt the pent-up sensations of deprived months and months racing through her belly and loins. She kissed his temple, his cheek, his ear, teasing her tiny tongue into it; then she felt his hand moving down her waist and hips, across her abdomen toward the gilded, hair-covered mound between her legs... and at last, the soft, gently throbbing lips of her cunt... felt the sharpness of his fingernail tracing the thin pink line of her adjoined pussy-lips down toward the soft orbs of her buttocks... the smooth furrow separating them... the tiny, raised, hairless opening of her anus...

God! Oh, how she wanted him!

"I'm going to fuck you now, Rabbit!" he hissed hotly. "I'm going to make up for two years in two hours! I'm going to bury my cock in you and blow my balls right inside your soft little belly."

"Oh... oh... yes, yes, Darling... yesssss!" Lynn whimpered, his beautiful and lewd love words setting her brain aflame with passion. "Oh, Lord, do it. Lover! Please fuck me good and empty your love juice into me! I need it so badly!"

She couldn't restrain from squirming onto her back and forcefully drawing him between her widespread thighs, opening and lifting her legs further as she reached down between them to find his prick, her eyes closed, her mouth opened and breathing heavily as she heard him grunt when her fingers encircled its hot hardness. OOhhh Goddd!" she moaned, manipulating his turgid cock- head upward from her buttocks between the moist lips of her wanting cunt, spreading them and the entwining golden pubic hair apart, finally placing it at the mouth of her quivering little vagina. She felt his warm, strong hands clutching at her breasts and the ecstasy of his weight cradled between her thighs, heavy upon her pelvis and stomach. "Oh... Lover... Darling... fuck me now... oh, please, my sweet! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Two years was a damned long time, Earl Carter had been thinking ever since Lynn had made contact and let him know she was arriving, and with the loot! Jesus Christ, he'd pulled it off... they had pulled it off! He couldn't have done it without her... the luscious doll. Christ, all he had to do was think of that voluptuous body of hers and his prick jumped and throbbed as if it'd been hot-wired. Damn, what a merry ass-romping he was going to give her as quickly as he could get her to a sack. He couldn't help but wonder what two years had done to her sexually. She'd always been a fair lay, and what she lacked in know-how she fucking well made up in physical attributes. Shit, he could almost cum just picturing her lying there naked and waiting before him.

He sat at a bar in International Airport drinking top-grade whiskey... a forgotten luxury... wearing his only goddamned suit and bluffing his way along. The bluffing, of course, was only for the red-vested barkeep and the mouthy, bragging bastard next to him. But the fact of the matter... the fucking truth of the whole picture was, that the doll was coming in with sixty Gs... sixty thousand bananas for him... after two fucking years of beach combing and playing dead! Jesus Christ! He could hardly comprehend it! He scooped up his glass, drained it and ordered another. He still had three bucks in his pocket.

"That's VO, boy!" he reminded the barman.

"Yes, sir."

"I can't stand cheap booze," Earl said, dragging cigarettes from a side pocket.

Know what you mean, Man," the bald-headed asshole beside him bit. " This one's on me... what'd you say your name was?"

"I didn't. But it's Weldon... Diamonds, Copenhagen."

"Yeah... well. Clark, farm machinery, Des Moines. Ah... give me a Cutty-soda, Jack. Tell me, Weldon... what could you pick up a nice mounted stone for... I mean we got this little chick in Pittsburgh, see."

Hell, he'd laid it on that bullshitter all right! Even given him one of his old cards that he'd found in the suit... one of those special jobs he'd had printed when he was occasionally Lawrence Weldon from Copenhagen representing the International Rare Gems Associates... shit! If he hadn't had to lay low these past twenty-four months he could've made himself a small fortune, but he would have been a fool to blow sixty grand clean... and now it was coming in... with the doll carrying it. Man! He was going to fuck her silly this night!

Sixty grand and a delicious fuck! That didn't sound too much like a dumdum's agenda. And that sixty, with Rudy's thirty, and what they'd made on the girls, was going to do it! One hundred Gs! Enough to do business with Lopez... all those beautiful rifles, handguns, tommy... what have you. Christ! Two hundred Gs once the cache was delivered into that Black man's hands! So... the Blackman intended to stir up a little rebellion with 'em... so piss on that, too! If he didn't get 'em from Rudy and himself, he'd get them somewhere else, but he'd get 'em!

Wow, man... wow!

"... So I said to this chippy," his bald-headed drinking companion was saying, "I said, listen you cunt! You've eaten more cock than you have pork chops! You either get your lips on the red end of this prick or I call the pit boss! Now, in Vegas, Weldon, a bitch doesn't want to call down the wrath of a pit boss on her hustling ass, see, so..."

Earl was looking at him, pretending at listening, but not hearing a word he'd said, when Lynn's flight arrival rang in his ears. He'd gulped his drink, mumbled something, and was on his way toward the door when he heard:

"Man, we get those drink-hustlers in here all the time! I thought you were with it, Mr. Clark."

Lynn had cried... kissed him and cried, her arms around his neck tightly, those delicious solid tits of hers digging into his chest while she choked and hissed words into his mouth. It occurred to him then that they might have a tag on her! Fuck, what a rotten foul-up that would be!

"Look, Baby... don't be too conspicuous," he'd managed, clutching her to him lustfully. "Wait'll we get out of here.

And then, they were on the freeway with her still wrapped around him in that little Volkswagen, but it wasn't until they were heading north on the Golden State that he'd asked to see the money.

She'd laughed, opened her purse and piled it onto his lap. "There you are, my handsome deceased husband... sixty thousand dollars in cash! Now, where are we going?"

He'd looked at it, fondled it, even smelled of it. "Oh, Baby, we're going all right, straight to the goddamned moon... but right now, I've got a place with friends."

"Friends?"

"Over a year now. You'll love them, Doll. They're rare... this set of wheels belongs to them in fact." He laughed. "Not only that, but you're going to love the way we make this bread into a hundred thou, like magic, Baby... magic!"