by T. S. Hill
Lori next drew back her left fist, and brought it around toward the girls face with such force, that as her knuckles found their mark, squarely on the cum dribbled chin of the girl, it lifted both of them off of the table.
I think that lick actually rendered the girl unconscious, but Lori, pulling herself out from under the girl, then round housed the girl, to her right lower jaw, knocking the girl off the table, where she banged into the chair before tumbling to the floor. The carpet on the floor, dampened the sound, and somewhat cushioned her fall. Lori sat up on the table panting.
“Oh fuck!”, she said. “I think I’ve killed her.” And just that quick, her rage was spent. I had been standing still at the end of the table, in a dazed stupor, but that last blow and fall of the girl’s body to the floor, seemed to snap me out of it. My jeans were wrapped around my ankles with my Colt laying in the middle. I quickly dropped to put my bare knees on the carpet, and gently rolled the now face down girl, over toward me. I felt her neck and there was a pulse.
“She’s got a heartbeat.”, I reported to Lori who was now climbing down from the table. I laid the side of my head between her huge breasts that were flayed apart leaving her center chest exposed. The huge brown, still erect, nipple of her right breast was just beyond my nose. I didn’t remember ever seeing nipples this big on such a small girl.
Placing my flat palm on her stomach, I listened to her chest for breaths, and felt through my hand for the regularity and depth of her respiration.
After I listened for a portion of a minute, and determined that her breathing was regular and deep, I reported to Lori, “She’s going to be alright. You just knocked her out.”
“Whew!”, Lori replied, I meant to hurt her, not kill her!”
“We’ve got to get out of here!”, I told Lori, as I stood up retrieving the Colt from within my wadded pants around my boots.
“My blouse is all fucked up!”, Lori blurted.
“I’m sorry.”, I replied. “That was my bad.”
“That’s okay. I think that I can tuck it shut, long enough to get out of here.”, she quipped back. “What about her?”, she said, looking at the girl on the floor. “Are you sure that she going to be alright?”
“Yeah.”, I answered, looking down at the girl, and noting her bruised and bent nose. “She’ll wake up real soon, and except for a headache, a sore jaw, and a broken nose, she’s going to be alright.”
“Are you sure, Cowboy?”, Lori asked, placing her hand on my arm.
I looked back down at the peacefully sleeping, bleached blond, librarian. Her huge nipples and areola had now relaxed into what appeared to be large smears of Nutella on the outer edges of her flayed breasts. “Yeah, I’m sure.”, I said, even though I wasn’t positive. “Let’s pull her skirt back down, and try to close her blouse, in case someone comes looking for her before she wakes up. We should wipe the cum off of her face, and her nose is bleeding a few drops.”
“Fuck that!”, Lori responded. “Leave the little, cock hound bitch laying like she is. We don’t owe her any dignity.”
“Damn! You can be cold woman.”, I commented.
“Yes, I can Cowboy.”, she responded.
“Sometime after we get out of here,”, I began, “we’ve got to talk about this. This whole incident has really blown my mind, and left me with questions about myself, and just exactly what the fuck happened here.”
“Yeah, I can sorta tell, Cowboy, she remarked. “I badly surprised myself too, and feel like we both need to do some sorting out of this thing, if nothing else, so that we can understand it, and live with it.”
“Exactly, I answered. “Right now, I can’t say that I understand what happened here, to you, to me, or to her.”, I said, nodding toward the sleeping library girl. At this point we had straightened our clothes out, as best as we could, and gathered up my file box and the digital camera. We left, closing the door behind us, leaving the “occupied” sign displayed.
As we walked through the lobby, people who glanced up at us, instead of going back to their reading, continued to watch us until we were out the door. Talk about paranoid feelings! By the time we made it out the door we were both feeling the heat of people’s constant gaze.
It wasn’t until Lori climbed into the truck that she noticed, that her torn red panties, which I had dropped in the heat of our passion, had hung in the top of her right boot shaft. The red laced remnant was dangling down the outside of her boot, which was completely exposed well below her hemline. Who wouldn’t have noticed a pair of torn, red panties dangling from the top of a woman’s cowboy boot?
As we pulled away from the library, and headed back toward the hotel, I commented to Lori, “You do realize that my DNA is now going to be in an FBI data base of sexual crimes and predators, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry Cowboy.”, she spoke back sheepishly. I’ve made this a big, fucking mess, and all you wanted to do was process your documents. I didn’t think about DNA! How the hell can we clear that up Cowboy?”
“We can’t.”, I told her. “I just can’t afford to ever be in police custody, or get in the middle of a case where my DNA gets processed by officials.”
“I’m so sorry that I let my temper get the best of me Cowboy. Now, I’ve just made a big, fucking assed mess for you!”
“Lighten up Lori. I should have backed down, and should have been able to back down, at any point during that whole incident, but I couldn’t. And, that’s the thing that bothers me, worse than anything about this. If I could have just backed out, and shut the whole thing down, we wouldn’t be in these circumstances now. I was as badly hypnotized, and bewitched, as that stupid assed library girl. I don’t think that she could help herself one bit, and I know that I couldn’t.”
“I’m used to being that way with you Lori, but when that little bitch entered the picture, I should have been able to just pull the plug on the whole thing, but I couldn’t. And that’s what’s bothering me more than anything.”
“I think I could have, Cowboy, but didn’t. And that’s what I’m struggling with. I don’t know why, but once titty girl, entered the picture, and I saw how mesmerized she was, I didn’t want to stop. It wasn’t that I couldn’t, but that I didn’t want to. Yeah, we got a lot to sort out, and think about Cowboy, but we’ll help each other, just like we’ve been doing, won’t we?”
“Sure, Miss Cowboy!”, I told her.
“I’m thinking that I might, someday, like being called Mrs. Cowboy, but I’m not so sure that I care for being called Miss. Cowboy.”, she remarked.
“Then I’ll only do it occasionally, when it’s relevant.”, I stated.
“Like when”, she asked.
“Like the next time you get ready to shoot a store clerk, or a library girl, in the foot.”, I quipped back.
“Oh Cowboy, sometimes you’re nuts!”, she shot back.
Chapter Seventeen
Beginning to Sort It All
Many a delectable meal, once consumed, becomes difficult to digest.
“Do you think that we need to get out of town?”, Lori asked, as we were turning into the Hotel parking basement ramp.
I thought for a few seconds and then answered her, “It’ll take a while to get anything like a profile, or composite pictures, out.”, I explained. And then, most of the efforts to locate the people fitting the profile, or composites, will be focused on the exits from town. So, probably the safest thing for us to do is to just not run up and down the streets, where that girl, or anyone who saw us at the library, might spot us and drop a dime on us.”
“What’s dropping a dime?”, she questioned.
“Back in the old days, before cell phones, there were public pay phones all over the place. Phone calls were ten cents. When someone spotted a wanted suspect, they would make a phone call to the police. A ten cents phone call equated dropping a dime.”
“Okay that’s just weird.” Lori said. Then she changed the subject, “Can we still go do our laundry? I really want to get some of my stu
ff clean again.”
“Sure.”, I answered. Since we can’t very well go back to a library in Huston County, I’ve got to go buy a laptop computer now, to get all of my documents processed and sent to Steve. I can use the Hotel Wi-Fi and process everything in the room.”
“It looks like a run is in order to Real-Mart, to pick up a laptop and microchip. So, we may as well stop off at that laundromat and get the washing done. We need to make a note probably to not wear this shirt and that dress again in this town, especially at the same time.”
“I need to change this blouse anyway.”, Lori commented. “It’s not easy keeping it shut with all the buttons popped, and ripped down the front.” Then she giggled.
“We’ll plan on bedding down in the hotel for an extra day, instead of leaving out tomorrow. That should let all the exit patrols cool off, before we pass through.” I said. “It may actually take that long, or longer, to get the paperwork processed. I’m really not sure exactly how long it will take. Anyway, I think we should just stay put, at least until I get the file box processed and sent to Steve. Then, we strike out on the road again and start wreaking havoc on Sam Milinni.”
“I really wish you wouldn’t say that name, Cowboy.” she pointed out.
“Wreaking havoc on the SOB!”, I corrected.
“I’m ready for that!”, Lori replied
After quick showers, we changed clothes, and once again, gathered up our soiled garments for the laundry. Leaving the file box and camera in the room, we headed first to the laundry.
We found a little coin laundry several blocks away that was deserted, and fortunately had a change machine. While Lori sorted out the laundry into different batches, I peeked in all the machines, and found sixty-five cents in loose change. Lori teased me and asked was that going to be my new profession in retirement; laundromat scavenger. Once the machines were loaded and running we went to the back of the facility where a folding counter was provided. Standing at the counter, we faced toward the front of the store, and chatted a while.
After we had switched all of the clothes over to clothes dryers, Lori hopped up on the counter to sit facing me, and her dress accidentally hiked up. I could readily see that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
Mocking a deep southern accent, I addressed her, “Why Miss Lori, I do declare, heah and now, that you’re not wearing any!”
Lori caught the mood and answered back in her best mock southern belle voice, “Why Sir! How perfectly gentlemanly of you to point that out! I shall correct that matter just as soon as I shall return to my domicile.”
“Oh please, don’t cover such a sweet flower of the south!”, I played back. “Its sweet scent inspires me to perform deeds of valor and honor! Would that I should someday taste its sweet nectar. I would forfeit my life, if need be, for one such touch of it to my tongue.”
“Sir you do indeed flatter me beyond my just deserves. It would indeed be my honor, and rich experience, to know that you did so sup, and took any measure of pleasure in my humble offerings. My garden is simple, and that of a farmer’s daughter, and would always find a gift of song, or otherwise, from your lips, to be complimentary. While I have provided ample entertainment for you this morning, I have yet to find a distraction of my own. Perhaps you will find in your repertoire, an entertainment which you can deliver to me, in my little sweet garden, which you find so fragrant. A song perhaps?”
“Alas Miss Lori! I am not gifted with voice, sufficient to accommodate musical notes, but dare I say, that in the midst of your garden, I will be inspired to create with my lips and tongue, sufficient tricks and applications that will more than satisfy your desires for entertainment.”
Lori replied, “Then kind sir, do enter my garden with such talents as you may possess, and ply the arts of your tongue and lips, to charm and entertain me, so that when you shall have parted, I will miss you for days afterwards.”
And with that, she spread her legs, pulling the front of her dress up above her pussy, and inching forward until it was just over the edge of the counter. I looked into her eyes and they held a devilish look of anticipation.
Evidently, she had some heat left over from the library, and maybe our formal word play had added to it. I quickly glanced around the laundry and no one else had entered. I leaned forward and tenderly kissed her southern lips.
“My lips do your bidding, and my tongue is at your command my queen!”, I said to her, and then lowered myself to my knees, and began kissing the inside of her thighs, alternating between them, and working my way toward her vaginal entrance. When I reached it, I nibbled and kissed at her lips and thrust my tongue between them, licking from the bottom up, gathering her sweet juices on my tongue.
Lori lowered the skirt of her dress over my head, and leaned back on her elbows, spreading her beautiful legs even wider, allowing me full access to her, now thoroughly wet, pussy. I toyed with her inner and outer lips, and plunged my tongue deeply into her vaginal opening. Then as I began teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue, she began to moan, and arched her hips upward, giving me full access to her wonderful pussy and clit.
When she moved her right hand to hold the back of my head, I began earnestly concentrating on her erect clit, swirling my lips around it, and flipping it back and forth with the tip of my tongue. As I continued, her breathing grew rapid, and she began heavily panting.
To keep from loudly crying out, she began climaxing with her lips pressed tightly together, and moaned softly. Then, as her orgasm waned, I lightened the pressure of my tongue against her clit, and refocused my attention to her pussy’s lips. She pulled the dress skirt back from over my head and place her hands on either side of my head, pulling me upward as she looked into my eyes. I arose from my knees and we kissed deeply, with her juices from my mouth smearing across both of our faces. Our arms were wrapped around each other, and we held that pose for several minutes before we gradually released each other.
Upon opening my eyes, the first thing I saw, over Lori’s shoulder, was a little stout Mexican woman, sitting in one of the chairs near the front. I could see the busy lights burning on the top of one of the washers near her, and assumed that she had come in, and started laundry, while we were distracted with each other.
She looked at me and smiling, waved. I couldn’t help but smile back at her. “We’ve got company.” I whispered into Lori’s ear. Lori turned and looked at the senora, and she smiled and waved at Lori. Lori lifted her hand from the counter and waved back, then turning back to me, she widened her eyes and said, “Oops! Do you think she knows?”
“I hope not!”, I quipped back. Just then the dryers began buzzing their alert of completed cycles. Checking the clothes, we found them all dry, and we hurriedly folded, and stacked, our garments.
As we passed the senora on our way out, we smiled and waved. The stubby little lady smiled big at me and said, “Si permaneces hambriento, usted me puede ayudar. No estoy casado.”
When I told Lori that I didn’t have a clue what the Mexican lady said, she replied, “Well spending summers on my grandparents Texas ranch, I learned a little Castilian. What she said was, “If you remain hungry, you can help me. I'm not married.”
I looked at the little woman and simply said, “Pervertido!” She flipped me a bird, and we went out the door.
“I thought that you didn’t speak Spanish?”, Lori spurted at me.
“I thought that I didn’t either, but it turns out that I do!”, I replied.
“You didn’t want me to know what she said!”, Lori said amidst her giggles.
“C’mon, pervertido!”, I told her, we have a computadora to buy!”
Our trip to Real-Mart was uneventful. I found a suitable laptop, and a sixty-four gig microchip that should hold all of the documents that I had, and still have room for a bus load more.
“Memory is like ammo.”, I told Lorie. “You can’t ever have too much.” Me and my big mouth. Not only did we already have almost a thousand rounds, but that comment tr
iggered Lori to insist on buying another six boxes of forty-fives. Now we had almost thirteen hundred rounds. “Whose army are we planning on taking on?”, I rhetorically asked her.
“The SOB’s!”, she simply replied. I couldn’t imagine how many days a fire fight would last, where two shooters would exhaust over twelve hundred rounds. But as absurd as the purchase seemed, I had already learned, to not ignore her woman’s intuition.
Arriving back at the hotel, I began sorting documents into relevant stacks all over the bed. Lori ordered us a late lunch from room service, and then set about setting up the new laptop and connecting us to the hotel Wi-Fi.
An hour into the process, Lori was finished with her tasks, and lunch arrived, so I took a break from sorting documents. When we sat down for our lunch of grilled salmon, artichoke hearts, and asparagus. We both passed on the asparagus. Lori said the she only ate it when it was picked fresh in the spring.
“That’s when it’s the best.”, she told me. “It’s a sacrifice to eat it, even in the spring, because it makes your pee absolutely stink!” I laughed when she said that, but then she added, “You better by pass on it too Cowboy, if you want another blow job anytime soon, because it makes you’re cum totally putrid! I mean, “make the girl gag” putrid!” Using my knife, I pushed the asparagus completely off my plate. Lori giggled, and said, “I guess that means that my blow jobs are worth coming back for seconds?”
I grinned at her and said, “I’ll take another helping anytime that I can get it!” She giggled again.
When we had finished with lunch, Lori cleared the table and set the computer back up. “So, what do you think about it?”, I asked her.
“I like it Cowboy!”, she responded. Got plenty of ram, hard drive storage, high resolution screen, good email software as well as word processing, photo, and video processing. I got rid of the crap web browser though, and downloaded something that works better, and that protects your privacy too. Good anti-virus software; and I replaced the firewall software with something better.
