Chapter 17

Marsha had tried repeatedly to put some spark back into her relationship with Randy. Despite having grown repellant toward his girl playing games, she had even bought some new even more youthful looking outfits and stepped up her acting for him which initially had brought positive results in that Randy's lovemaking was more powerful, more urgent than before, but hardly more satisfying for her. She never climaxed now but for Randy's sake faked it, her childish cries of helplessness and pain mixed with those of climax getting him off quickly but leaving her empty and unfulfilled. Yet even though she continued to try to escalate her efforts, his enthusiasm waned and she despaired. There came a point at which she had tried everything she knew and could find no way to please him. When he began to fail to climax she sensed there was major trouble ahead.

With Randy home on a rare night off, Marsha had suggested the three of them take in a movie. Chris was all for it, but Randy begged off citing the fact that he had been asked by some buddies at work to go bowling and that it was a men's only league. He however insisted she and Chris go ahead and he would see them later. He also told them not to wait up as these league games often lasted into the early hours. Marsha and Chris reluctantly agreed.

They had gone only a couple of blocks however when Marsha realized her wallet was in her other purse at home. Turning around, they were surprised not to see Randy pulling out of the driveway in the pickup truck he had inherited from his parents, but heading in the opposite direction from the bowling lanes.

Marsha and Chris looked at each other with stunned expressions.

"That's not the way to the bowling lanes," he said.

"I know," was all she said in reply, pulling in behind the truck at a safe distance.

"Where could he be going?"

"That's what we're going to find out," she said.

As they followed at a discrete distance, Marsha ran through several possibilities in her mind trying to come up with an innocent reason Randy would not be going where he had said.

The journey took them into the countryside where Randy finally pulled up in front of a small cabin. There was another pickup and a sedan already parked beside the structure and two men met Randy at the door, then all three went in and closed the door.

"Awfully small bowling lane," mused Chris.

"Stay here," said Marsha, after quietly parking the car and opening the door.

"No way," replied Chris.

"Chris, do what I say. This might even be dangerous."

"And just which of us is going to be better at getting us out of a tight spot?" he whispered as he followed.

"All right, but please, be careful."

They approached slowly and were some thirty to forty feet from the cabin when they first heard the woman's voice.

"It's two hundred apiece or the deal's off."

"But you told me a hundred," came a man's voice.

"Well, the price has gone up. Now take it or leave it."

"What about it, guys?" they heard the man's voice ask.

There were a couple of grumbled okays.

"You sure she's a virgin?" came Randy's voice. "I'll make it two-fifty if she a virgin and I get first crack."

Marsha and Chris looked at each other in astonishment then quickly made their way to a side window.

Besides Randy and the two men who had met him at the door there was also a woman who looked to be in her forties but who was probably somewhat younger. She had the hard look of a streetwalker whose life had not been an easy one.

"Of course she's a virgin. I should know being her mother and all," she said.

In the middle of the adults stood a young girl, who looked to be no more than thirteen, but was probably younger. The fear in her eyes told them all they wanted to know.

"You want first crack at her, I'll just take that two-fifty," the woman sneered, holding out her hand.