Eddie Shrew hammered on the painted oak door with the side of his fist and heard the girl’s muffled response.

“It’s the pizza,” she called out.

Eddie pounded again, just below the brass shield that read ΚΔΣ and yelled out “Pizza...” to add authenticity to his voicetrous request for attention. He turned to the others, huddled in the damp shadows at the side of the walk and winked. “Hope it’s a double cheese with pepperoni,” he chuckled, then stepped back as he heard the deadbolt slide across.

From inside, Jill twisted the lock and pulled. Eddie, seeing the crack in the doorway begin to widen, lowered a shoulder and charged forward. The oak door bounced with enough authority to smash a hole in the drywall opposite and send a hapless young girl sprawling on her ass across the Welsh tiles.

“What’dyah doing,” Jill screamed, just before she realized the smarmy little man in the doorway wasn’t holding a pizza box but instead, a rusty-looking pistol with a two-inch barrel. She screamed again, more shrilly this time, and crabbed away, pushing with bare feet.

Eddie bounded inside and in an instant, had her by the hair. Wild-eyed, Jill watched two more men tumble through, slam the door and throw the bolt.

“Gotcha, bitch.” Eddie looked down at his prize. “And what a sweet little bitch you are...”

Jill looked up with moist, green eyes, her freckled face framed in curly strawberry blonde. Her fingers came to her lips. “God. Please, mister. What do you want?”

Eddie tossed back his head and laughed. “You can start by showing us these...” And he reached with his fingers to twiddle a surprisingly full breast, for such a skinny girl.

A look of horror came up in Jill’s eyes. She knocked his hand away and pulled her pajama tops tightly across her chest. “God no. Please. You can’t mean...”

Eddie’s laugh turned dirty. “Oh but I do mean. You and your friends are in for a busy night.” And pulling her by the hair, he forced Jill to her feet. “Watch the door,” he indicated to one of his men before pushing Jill to the opposite end of the foyer. “Now how ‘bout you take us to your friends and introduce us around? We heard there’s a party.”

It was true, Jill knew, but who had invited these louts? Today she was eighteen and her sisters, eight girls from the sorority, had gathered in the brownstone’s old parlor to celebrate with cake and drinks.

Eddie stepped through and immediately liked what he saw.

“I gotta pee,” Jill whined.

“Whad’ever...” Eddie’s eyes had come to rest on eight delightful teenagers who were gathered around a coffee table and returning his lecherous stare with wide-open surprise on their faces.

“Where’s the pizza?” one cow asked.

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Eddie returned with a cheap laugh. “You’ll be getting your slice.”

Girls in pajamas and colorful housecoats were huddled on the sofa, staring wide-eyed at his gun while others looked on from over-stuffed upholstered chairs. There was vodka, assorted beer bottles, wine and a dick-shaped vibrator with a big red bow tied around the bulbous head that had been placed front and center on the coffee table.

Eddie pointed at the dildo. “Which one of you girlies is going to be the first to try it out for us?”

“It’s Jill’s,” someone pointed out, her voice ringing in uncertainty.

“Jill. Drop your bottoms...” Eddie turned to look for the girl and was surprised to see the room empty behind him. “What the fuck?”

“She’s in the pisser,” a black man the size of a shit-house stepped forward and pointed. “She took a powd...” but Washington’s words were shredded by the ear-splitting sound of a gunshot. It erupted from the foyer and resounded throughout the old house. Girls screamed and dove for the carpet.

Eddie yelped. “Oh Jesus, no...” And swinging his own gun around, he belted back out. “Jocko? What the fuck?”

“It was some guy in a uniform ... coming up the sidewalk. Campus Security, I think. It’s foggy and hard to tell. Anyway I winged the bastard. He went down and crawled into the bushes.”

Eddie opened the door a crack and peered into the mist. “Did he have a gun? I don’t think those guys carry. Did you see?”

“Naw. Didn’t see nothin’ but his tin badge. But he was on his radio.”

“Aw shit.” Eddie rubbed a hand back over his forehead. “Okay, Jocko. Get your ass out there and finish the job. Look under the bushes and when you find him, plug him in the head. Got it?”

“Yeah. Sure thing, Eddie.” But as Jocko stepped toward the door, there was the distant sound of a police siren. And it was quickly joined by a second, the sounds distinct on the damp night air.

Eddie went as pale as the six ounces of cocaine he had stashed in back of his mother’s Frigidaire.

“Geez,” Jocko shrugged. “How’d they find us so fast.”

Eddie bristled. “That little fuckin’ bitch,” he swore. “Jocko. You run around and make sure we’re locked up. Doors and windows. Then we meet up with the girls. Got it?”

“Sure boss.” And Jocko latched the chain on the door. “I like girls,” he added.

Eddie put an ear to the bathroom door and listened to Jill mumble something. “Bitch is in there with her fuckin’ phone,” he said to the black man who towered over his shoulder. “Take the door down, Washington, and drag her ass out here.”

Washington nodded and stepped around Eddie. He lowered a shoulder and bolted forward. The bathroom door didn’t stand a chance against the bulk of almost three-hundred pounds of brawn and belly-fat. The hinges gave-way with a crack and a startled Jill looked up from where she hovered over the bathroom counter. Washington reached across and, bringing down a fist the size of a baseball glove, he turned her phone into a useless heap of busted plastic. “Sorry.” Washington grinned. “Your call can not be completed at this time.”

Eddie looked past the broken door panel. “Drag her out and put her with the others. It’s time we set an example– show these cunts we mean business.”

Jill was made to stand in front of the others with Eddie eyeing the assembled girls. “This is what happens to any one of you who dares to fuck with me and spinning on the ball of a foot, he gut-punched Jill. She sucked in and as she fell forward, he brought her upright with a slap to the face.

Jill gathered herself. “You can’t do this to me. Do you know who my father is?”

Eddie smiled. “Well yes, Jill Jackson ... actually I do. Your father, Joseph Jackson, is the president of Bank Corp ... owner of many of the City’s financial institutions. And I know Susan Blake over there, her father owns, among other things, the New York Jets. And Kiley, the girl beside her, well her father is the most successful broker on Wall Street. So yes Jill, I know all about you and your friends. The question is, how much are your cute little asses worth? On the open market?”

Jill took a breath as the pieces of the puzzle dropped into place.

“Now, Jill,” Eddie continued. “I have a question for you. Do you know who this is?” He pointed to the black man.

“W-Washington?” Jill stammered.

“That’s right.” Eddie turned to his monster-sized accomplice. “Take her upstairs and show her the Monument. Then shove it up her ass.”

A wide grin split Washington’s face, his wet teeth gleaming between black lips. “You got it boss. A bit of white ass? My pleasure, fur-sure.”

Jill let out a yelp as a hand was dropped onto her shoulder and she was shoved toward the stairs. “You can’t. You can’t.” And when she tried to sidestep the big man, Washington scooped her up in his arms and mounted the steps. Smothering her flailing arms and kicks, he went in search of a bedroom.

Eddie laughed and turned to the remaining girls. “Okay. I need a class photograph, for your parents to see. So everyone fix your hair and then stand up against the wall.” Eddie brought out his cell phone and checked the lighting. “Mmm...” he exhaled, examining the girls on the screen.

He walked along the line of frightened girls like he was judging livestock. “You’ve got nice tits...” he surprised one girl with a playful nipple-tweak. She gasped, covered up with crossed arms and tried to turn away. He humiliated a second girl by forcing her lip up with his thumb so he could check her teeth. “Stick out your tongue,” he instructed. And when she complied, he leaned in and sucked it into his own mouth. He turned another girl so he could cup her buttocks. “Yes, very nice indeed,” he added.

Eddie stepped back, checked his phone again and steadied his hand. “Okay. Now everyone take off your PJ’s and toss them in front, there on the floor.”

There was stunned silence as the look of disbelief traveled from one girl to the next. “W-what?” someone blurted out.

“You want us to take off our clothes?” another asked. The girls were astounded and inaction accompanied the realization that they were being asked to strip.

The scream came from an upstairs bedroom. It was an earth-shattering, gut wrenching sound that split the closeness of the room and seemed to rattle the windows like a storm. It came again. A screaming gusher from deep within Jill’s chest, boiling up and spraying brilliant red in each girl’s brain.

The panic surfacing in the room was palatable ... the result, instantaneous...

The girls quickly began to unbutton. And as Eddie happily took his photographs, they stripped themselves naked for him.

Washington kicked open the door of the first bedroom he came to. “This will do.” And he dumped Jill onto the bed.

“Please,” Jill pleaded. “My father will pay you anything.”

Washington ignored the girl. “You wearing underwear under there?” And he pointed to her cotton top and pajama shorts.

“No,” Jill sobbed. “I’m ready for bed.”

Washington grinned. “How fortuitous,” he said. “So am I.” And he pulled down the zipper at the front of his jeans and a slab of meat the size of Jill’s forearm popped out. “This here’s the Washington Monument,” he added.

Jill ran her eyes over the throbbing sausage-roll. “You’re going to sodomize me?” she asked tearfully.

“Those are my instructions.”

“It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”

“You never had it up the ass before?”

Jill turned her eyes to the carpet. “I’ve never had it up the anywhere, before.”

“Say what?” Washington’s eyes rolled. Christ girl, still cherried-up? How old are you?”

“Just eighteen, sir.”

“And you’ve never had a wiener slipped into your bun,” he asked, sucking in. A vir-gina, he thought, not believing his luck...

“Huh-huh. I played with one once. But it was just with little Billy Mitchel’s. He lived down the street from us. Billy was only four and I was pretending to be the nurse. I don’t think that counts.”

“And he never put it inside...”

Jill shook her head. “It’s really going to hurt, isn’t it. My bum is small. Everyone says so.”

“Man ... I’ll say it’s gonna hurt. Burn like a son-of-a-bitch. I hope you can find some vasoline or something. Might help.”

Jill looked at his black dick bobbing like a hobby horse and felt a surge of panic. “I could jerk you off...” she tried, looking up tearfully. “And it’s true. What I said about my dad paying.”

“I’m sure,” Washington replied, “but I got a problem here. Eddie will want to see your asshole, stretched and drooling. So fuck your old man. Get your shorts down, roll over and get your ass in the air.”

“Oh God,” Jill sat up. “Please. I’ll do anything.” And she quickly unbuttoned her top. “Here...”

Washington slipped a hand into the opening and squeezed a rubbery tit. “God. You’re sure built for a scrawny kid.” He pushed the cotton pajama tops from Jill’s shoulders and studied a cookie-sized, purplish areola. “Yes. Very suckable.”

Jill gasped as he reached to see-sawed her shorts down skinny thighs. He studied the fine blond hairs that sparsely covered her pubis. “I’m going to welcome your pussy into the growed-up world,” he said, a giddy ring tinting his laugh.

Jill screamed and scrambled for the opposite side of the bed. “You can’t ... you can’t.”

But Washington had her hips in his monstrous hands and reeled her in. He dragged her to the edge of the mattress and lifting an ankle in each hand, rolled her pelvis up. Her cunt and asshole peeked up at him– open, defenseless and perfectly aligned.

He drove forward, into her cunt first and then, adjusting the angle, up her asshole. “Two down, one to go,” he laughed. It was then he became aware of the bloodless screaming. An unrelenting, bitter choking sound. Washington grinned as he rolled in and out of her rectum. They’ll hear that downstairs, he thought, and wonder what the hell...

“Vencenzi ... you got the call...” Lieutenant Ernie Brisco pushed back his sizable bulk from the police cruiser parked in the circular drive and where he had propped his fat ass against a fender; his gun was drawn in a pudgy hand. “And dressed for the occasion, too,” he added and ran his eyes down Tommy’s sleeveless leotard– then back up to pause a moment, his eyes resting shamelessly on her chest.

“I was at the gym,” Tommy snapped. “I didn’t have time.”

“So I see. But time enough to lace up a pair of knee high, leather boots. Whad’da gal.”

“I needed a place to park my Beretta.” Tommy reached down and pulled the tiny .32-caliber Tomcat from the cuff of her boot.

Brisco scoffed at the small gun. “You still using that peashooter?”

“Yeah,” Tommy confided. “Only gun that doesn’t leave an unsightly bulge.”

Brisco eyed her chest again. “Your bulges aren’t unsightly,” he said on the end of a foul laugh. “You know your headlights are on ... I can see your nipples poking up under the spandex.”

“Sure. But most gentlemen wouldn’t point that out to me.”

“Yeah. Well there’s the rub... gentlemen. If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t qualify.”

“Humph.” Tommy eyed the three story brownstone across the drive. “So what’dyah got, Brisco?”

“Oh you’re gonna love it...” The Lieutenant pushed back his white cap. “Call came in just before eight. A 9-1-1. Seems some guys crashed a birthday party at the Sorority House, over there. One of the girls phoned Campus Security and when the rent-a-cop showed, he took a bullet to the hip.”

Tommy’s eyes widened. “Someone got shot?”

“Yeah. In the hip. The perp notched open the front door and winged the security guy as he came up the sidewalk. He had his radio and dropped behind some bushes to call for help. We were notified and when we pull-up, more bullets started flying. SWAT has the place covered from the rooftops.

Tommy scanned the neighboring houses. “Looks like good cover up there on the right.”

“Yeah. Neighbor’s yard is a jungle. Luke’s up on the guy’s roof but not much happening. Standoff, I say, until we can make phone contact with who ever’s inside.”

Tommy sucked on a tooth. “Hang tight. I’ll check it out.”

Young Luke almost crapped. “Jesus Christ, Tommy. Where’d you come from? You scared the fuck outta me.” Luke had heard the soft thud Tommy’s boots made on the slate roof-tiles as she landed behind him. “And how’d you get up here, anyway?”

Tommy grinned and pointed over the edge of the eaves. “Garden shed, along the top of the fence to the lower limb of the oak tree. Then climbed up there,” she pointed above, “and dropped down here. How ‘bout you?”

Luke turned his attention back to the neighboring house. “I used the stairs.”

Smiling to herself, Tommy knelt down beside Luke. “Anything happening next door?”

“Naw. No one’s on the third floor. A light came on for a bit in one of the bedrooms below, but that was awhile back. I think I heard a scream. Couldn’t be sure.”

Tommy studied the brooding brownstone shrouded in mist. “That window there. Can you shoot it out?”

Luke looked over the top of his Colt M4. “What?”

“Your rifle ... It’s equipped with a silencer?”

“Sure. Stock issue but pretty good. And a flame arrestor too.”

“So you can take out that window without anyone knowing about it.”

“What?”

Tommy humped a shoulder. “Lend me your shooting gloves.”

“What?”

“You got a hearing problem or something? Give me your gloves. And take out that damned window.”

“But I’ll get into trouble.”

Tommy pulled the rifle from his hands. “Then let me.” And she focused through the scope. Tommy knew the load was light, a .243-caliber designed for speed and flat trajectory. The sound of glass hitting the floor would be enough to cover the sound of the small bullet ricocheting from interior woodwork. And the silencer would take care of the bang.

Sure, it was a gamble she knew, but hopefully no one would hear the shattering glass. The window was three stories up and she figured the odds were good so she aimed and squeezed off the shot.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Luke grabbed for his gun.

“Hoping to get lucky.” Tommy got to her feet and brushed off her knees. “See yuh...” And with Luke gaping, Tommy bounded forward and dove off the edge of the roof.

It was a fifteen-foot gap between the buildings with a paved alleyway below. There was a side-door with a cheap light fixture above and some trash cans. Tommy reached out for the window sill, connected, and hung for moment, her boots scraping the brick. Shards of glass crunched under her palms but Luke’s gloves saved her hands and she was able to swing up, angle her body through, and she landed in a squat on the floor.

Luke sat silently for a moment, staring at the gaping window and trying to digest what had just happened. Then, letting out a breath, he clicked the radio mike attached to his flack jacket. “Unit Commander. We have someone on the inside.”

Lieutenant Brisco looked up. Instinctively, he looked up to the dark windows of the third floor. “Shit...” he mumbled, “is about to hit the fan.”

Jill’s face came up like a moon-rise in the Dakota foothills. “Did you hear that? Sounded like breaking glass.”

She was sucking Washington off, hoping he’d cum in her mouth and forget about her ass, when the sound of the falling shards broke into her thoughts.

Washington’s head came up off the pillow and he looked down at the girl. She was nestled like a kitten between his open thighs with a hand on his dick. Her long legs were folded under and her tiny bum stuck up. “God, you got a body on you...” he breathed, then took a moment longer, enjoying the sight of his cock framed between her frightened eyes and those marvelous tits behind, hanging from her chest.

“Probably just a beer bottle,” he said. “There’ll be a party going on downstairs, fur sure.”

Jill swallowed. “You mean my friends? The other girls?”

“Oh yeah.” Washington dropped his head back. “When you find out what’s been happening downstairs, you’ll be happy you’re up here with me.”

Jill couldn’t imagine that. What could be worse than having a man jab his penis all the way up your bum? And take your pussy and mouth too? She shuddered and opened wide to take as much of him as possible, but even then she could only manage to contain the penis-head and a small scrape of his foreskin. She bobbed and sucked and used the tip of her tongue in the pee-hole like he had asked for, and all the while, worked her fingers in the vasoline she had smeared along the shaft.

Jill worked his penis in slow, steady strokes, the feeling he seemed to enjoy better than crazy pumping. If he will only cum in my mouth, she thought, my bum might be spared another brutal opening. She didn’t know if she could take being wrenched apart again, from behind. But that was what he had planned for her. He had been instructed to cum in her ass, an order he would be pleased to follow.

Tommy found herself crouched at the side of a bed. The room smelled girlie and with a hand on the edge of the mattress, she made her way forward to a nightstand. She turned on the light. She was in a girl’s bedroom. Every horizontal surface was covered in bottles of ointment, creams and lotions. Cosmetics and soiled tissues littered every available space and the only chair stood in a corner, three-feet deep in discarded clothing, but Tommy was looking beyond to the closet door.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Tommy unlaced her boots. She place her pistol and ID wallet in the nightstand then standing, she stripped off her black leotards. Naked, she moved across the room.

On the rooftop opposite, Luke lay riveted as he spotted her moving past the smashed glass. “Holy shit,” he whispered to himself, “nice tits. Her nipples are as thick as my god-damned thumbs.”

Tommy opened the closet and, forcing clothes along the rail, she found what she was looking for. It was a little small, but when she knotted the tie, the bathrobe bulged open in all the right places. She moved from the bedroom and stood at the head of the stairs.

Eddie was trying to decide which girl he’d like to fuck. Naked and standing against the wall, it was an arresting sight. A naked smorgasbord.

Tits, legs and cunts. A variety of sizes, shapes and colors. It was going to be a tough decision he decided and he momentarily entertained the notion of demanding a school bus be sent ‘round with the ransom money. He could take his time and fuck all of them.

Yeah, he thought. He would drive around and work his way through each of the girls, as he pleased. He could keep fucking the good ones and drop the scrub off, shivering and naked, one at a time on a deserted street corner somewhere. It was a tempting idea. He’d have himself a traveling amusement show and that tall bitch with the dark hair would be one he’d keep around for a few days. But the skinny one with braces might be okay for a blow job, he thought, but she’d be the first to go.

But wait a minute. Wasn’t the scrawny little broad with the tinsel teeth and no tits the daughter of that high-powered attorney? The one that owned the newspapers ... in Boston, and another in Washington?

She was the runt of the litter, Eddie decided, but mighten that mean her cunt was the smallest? And the tightest? And fucking her in the mouth would be like sticking his dick into a ball of wire. Suddenly the bitch didn’t seem so bad, maybe even a little bit desirable. Damn, he shook his head, it was going to be a tough decision.

Eddie jolted and shot a look at Jocko. The girls, suddenly crying-out and tearful, huddled together at the sounds errupting from the upstairs bedroom. It started as a throat-tearing shriek, followed by a longer and even louder screeching that bespoke of irreparable physical damage. The bed banged and there was the unmistakable huffing of a girl trying to maintain her sanity against the thrusting. “Uh ... uh ... uh...” And each girl against the wall imagined the pain and consequences of each and every lunge.

“God please!” Jill’s voice echoed across the upstairs hallway. “Not again ... uh ... uh ... uh...” And the bed began rocking again, banging up against the wall. “Uh ... uh ... Please. No more ... uh ... uh...”

Eddie, relief on his face, nodded at Jocko and laughed. He watched the girls opposite come together, weeping, hugging, some dropping to their knees in utter hopelessness– a naked mish-mash of misery.

“Hey girls,” he called out, gleefully, “isn’t getting ass-fucked the greatest? Bet you all can’t wait for your tour of the Washington Monument.” And he grabbed the tall girl, dragged her out, screaming and kicking, away from the others. “How ‘bout you, Stretch ... like a little preview?” And he tossed her across the arm of the sofa.

As the others watched with horror darkening their faces, he pull down the girl’s pajama bottoms and separated her buttocks. He pointed to the clutching brown smudge. “Who wants to come over and watch?” he laughed. “Me first ... then Washington, second. After, you’ll be able to drive a truck up here. And don’t worry, girls. You’re all in this together. You’ll just have to wait your turn, that’s all.”

Eddie ran his thumb across the girl’s anus.

“Please don’t,” she cried. “You can do me the other way around, but please don’t do this.”

Eddie grinned. “What’s your name, Stretch?”

“Angie,” the girl sobbed. “Angie Stewart.”

“Ah yes,” Eddie slid his finger into the girl’s ass, “the Stewart Foundation. Your father’s worth billions.” Eddie moved his finger in and out. “I wonder what he’ll pay to save his daughter’s asshole from reconstructive surgery?”

Angie exhaled in a low moan.

Still working her rectum, Eddie cocked his head back. “Okay, the rest of you. Get back into your jammies, but no talking, understand? After you’re dressed, we’ll look at some photos.”

He turned to watch the girls gather around the pajamas and housecoats heaped on the floor. Pretty bare bums lifted as each girl stooped to sift through bottoms and tops. And he worked deeper into Angie’s rectum as he watched tits tilt and sway as girls shouldered on garments.

Finally, there was only one set of pajamas left ... Angie’s. Eddie withdrew his finger, tentatively sniffed at it, then pulled the girl up by the shoulder. “Okay Stretch. We’ll talk later, okay? I got business to attend to. You got a home phone number?”

Eddie got himself comfortable on the sofa and flipped the screen on his phone.

There was a collective gasp and a current of apprehension ran through the girls. Eddie looked to see Jill step from the stairs as Washington pushed her from behind. Jill stared wide-eyed and didn’t seem to comprehend that she stood naked in the center of the room.

Jill’s body was pale and sweaty, there was a sheen to her thighs and her hair was a mess; damp and stuck to her skull. She stood silently, her lip trembling, looking like a willow about ready to collapse in a wind, if only she could allow herself to let go.

“Jill...” someone whispered.

Jill turned. Saw the girls watching and suddenly everything came flooding back – the sucking, the rape, the sodomy, the disgusting feel of his cum impregnating her internal cavities. Jill swayed and there was a cascade of helping hands, reaching for her before she could crumble to the floor.

Eddie watched as the girls gathered up their broken friend. “That seems to have gone quite well.”

“There’s no blood,” Washington grinned, “but she’ll be all hunched over for a week.”

Eddie nodded his approval. “Com’ere and look at these would yuh? Should I send a group photo to the cops? Or individual shots to the parents?”

Washington watched images flip by on the screen but Jocko was the first to respond. “Why are you messin’ about, Eddie?” he asked. “We’re in deep shit here. Send the fucking group shot. The sooner we have our money and are outta here the better, is the way I see it.”

“But what about all this cunt?” Eddie ran his eyes from girl-to-girl.

“Christ, Eddie. Get real. We’re surrounded by cops. Fuck the money. Use the cunt to get us outta here in one piece.”

“But I’d still like more photographs,” Eddie whined, holding up his phone. “I mean look at these chicks.” He ran his eyes over Jill’s bruised tits. “Maybe shoot some girl-girl stuff.”

Jocko threw up his hands. “Jesus, Eddie. I shot that security guy. I’ll do hard time.”

But Eddie wasn’t dissuaded. “I’ve got to get a few photos of the tall girl, there, Angie– kissing Jill’s asshole– making it all better.”

“Kissing or licking?” Washington added with a laugh.

“What are you men doing here?”

The voice came from above and Eddie had to tilt his chin to see.

The woman stood on the landing, dressed in a bathrobe. “Don’t you know it’s past hours? You men are gong to have to leave.”

Eddie couldn’t believe it. “Who the fuck are you?”

The woman bristled at the tone of his voice. “Sir. I am the girl’s Den-Mother and I am in charge of this sorority house, and as such, I’m asking you to leave.”

Eddie screwed up his face. “Den-Mother?” He took in the meaty curves and the way in which the woman’s tits bulged in the front of her robe. “A fuckin’ mother to be sure,” he smirked. “But tell me, does your den have a clitoris? I’ll need to check that out, to be sure if you came by your title honestly. You got a name, Den-Mother?”

“It’s Tomasina,” the woman took a step down, her stance threatening. Eddie took a second look. Her right eye was trying to stare him down, but the left was focused somewhere over his right shoulder. She was as cock-eyed as a hooker’s orgasm and Eddie didn’t find her threatening at all.

She took another step down. “And I’m calling Campus Security...”

That struck Eddie as being terribly funny. “Hey lady, take a look out the front door. Someone beat you to it.”

The look on Tommy’s face told Eddie he had scored a point. But just to underscore the win, he pulled his revolver from his pocket and, aiming at her face, he cocked the hammer. “I think I’d like to take a peek under your robe, Tomasina.”