Chapter 12

Lynn lay naked on the beach blanket, pleasurably enjoying the warm southern California sun as she gazed devotedly at the lovely nude body of the sleeping, titian-haired girl beside her. A small portable radio by her elbow offered soft romantic music that blended harmoniously with the gentle wash of the almost quiet surf behind them. They had been there a week now, just the three of them in the private beach house Virgin had found for what she insisted was her "golden goddess' convalescence".

Of course, she hadn't needed any such thing, but it pleased Lynn to be looked after and loved by this gorgeous girl, though she could still hardly believe her own emotions. Truly, there was love, desire and a sense of possession between them... yet, they would both be lost without their beautiful Walo and his magnificent male contribution to their lovemaking... and there was an unspoken knowledge, each for the other's sexual male needs, but with Walo's enormous splendor ever present and available, neither of them had felt any urge to stray from their troilistic arrangement.

Financially, they were comfortably well-off now with the ninety thousand dollars their husbands had left them... and in cash. They had even discussed the possibilities of a business venture, or some proper investments, wise and fun moves they would undoubtedly be making together in the next few months. God, Lynn couldn't remember ever being so happy... yet... yet, there were times such as that very moment, when she wished she knew everything that had happened that horrible night, but Virgin would only smile lovingly, pat her cheek and admonish her not to bother her pretty head with such disgusting thoughts.

Naturally, she could get nothing out of Walo; evidently Virgin had thrown the fear of God into him; anyway, he wasn't about to do the tiniest thing to anger the dark-haired girl he loved so much, and Lynn had no intention of confusing his love. He was too sweet, too beautiful, and such a dear, prize possession to both of them...

Nevertheless, Lynn supposed she would always wonder and go on wondering what wicked things had taken place during her coma in the cave. After all, Earl had been her legitimate husband... and once, she had loved him so very much.

Remembering now, she had heard the scuffling, the loud curses as if two or more people had been fighting, then, Rudy's voice: "You bastard! Goddamn you, Man... you think I'd leave the rod there... ?" He'd laughed then, this followed by more groans and sounds of flesh hitting flesh... until Virgin's scream and cry:

"You damned fools! Watch out... you're going to fall! Stop it! Stop it!"

And then, sometimes she could still hear the horrifying male shrieks... even as at that very moment, and a shudder passed over her soft, satiny flesh. Quietly, she turned over and sat up to look off at the glare on the water the descending sun was making. Virgin stirred beside her, finally turning over and raising up.

"How long did I sleep, Baby?"

"Oh... maybe an hour."

"Mmmmmm... it was good," she groaned," she yawned, stretching her slender arms over her head and causing her full, firm breasts to lift and thrust forward beautifully.

Lynn stared at them, at last, raising her eyes to the erotic, ivory complexioned face that was slowly giving way to a warm smile for her. "Virgin... Virgin," she said, searching the other's enchanting eyes, "I want to know... please tell me? Did they... did they both die in the fall?"

For a long moment, Virgin studied her with a soft, almost adoring gaze... until with a sigh, she answered: "You can't let it rest can you, Baby?"