Sintown Chronicles I: Behind Closed Doors

by David O. Dyer, Sr.

  “Susan. No. Honey. You hate that. Susan, don't ... oh God, Susan baby. Honey,” he gasped. “There hasn't been anyone else. Oh, mercy.” He wrapped his fingers in her hair. “Baby, sex is important to me but only with you. Oh, God, how I love you."

  He felt his penis touch the back of her throat. “Oh, baby. This really is a special day—like you said."

  She closed her lips tightly on his penis as she lifted her head. She grasped the pulsating organ with her hand, remembering how she used to pacify him before they were married—back when she dreamed of being a virgin bride. She longed for the thrill she used to experience when his semen spurted out of the tiny little eye. “Vic,” she said lustily, “this is a day we will both always remember. I know it's a cliché, but honey, it's the first day of the rest of our lives."

  * * * *

  Mack walked through the living room door, his eyes glued on the magazine article he was reading. He kicked the door shut with his foot, looked up and froze in his tracks. Mary Lou sat on the living room sofa, dressed in a lacy brassiere, black panties, black hose held in place with red garter belts, and black high-heeled shoes.

  “Take me to bed,” she purred. “I've been dreaming of this moment all afternoon."

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  True to his word, Billy was waiting on the front steps of Julie's new house when she arrived. He watched with fascination as the ramp of her van electronically eased her to the ground. He rushed to her side to help her retrieve the wheelchair, but she waved him away.

  “You're as strong as I am,” he complimented her after watching her unfold the chair and pull herself into it.

  “Just my arms and shoulders,” she laughed. “What in the world are you doing here?"

  “I promised. I worked all night. Now I will help you all day."

  She shook her head and pressed a button causing the electric motor to move her chair forward. “Damn ... er, darn,” she said when she realized there was no ramp leading to the porch. “They promised they would have the ramp ready today."

  “Not a problem,” Billy grinned. From the back he lifted her, chair and all, and placed the chair gently on the porch.

  She unlocked the front door, entered the house and prepared for the movers by tuning on lights and running the thermostat up, knowing that exterior doors would soon be opened for extended periods of time.

  As they waited for the arrival of the truck, Billy asked, “What's upstairs?"

  “Two bedrooms, a bath and some storage areas,” Julie replied.

  “But you can't get up the steps."

  “I have furniture for those rooms, but I don't need them. If I ever do, I'll have a chair lift installed."

  He nodded. “A chair lift is something that moves up the steps using a motor?"

  “Yes. It hooks to a rail installed on the stairwell wall."

  He nodded. “You would need two wheelchairs. One for downstairs and one for upstairs."

  “Billy,” she said, reaching for his hand, “everybody says you are retarded, but you seem so smart in some ways."

  “Mama and Penny say I'm not retarded—just slow to learn."

  “I think they are right."

  “You don't need the upstairs right now. That's where I will live."

  “Billy, you can't do that. I've already told you."

  “You need me. You'll see.” He leaned over the chair and placed his closed lips directly on hers.

  “Billy,” she said as she roughly pushed him away. “What do you think you are doing?"

  “Getting to know you,” he grinned. “You taste good. Better than..."

  “Better than who?"

  “It's a secret,” he said but the roar of the arriving truck covered up his reply.

  Julie watched the movers and Billy unload the truck and she noted that Billy did far more of the work than the men who were being paid to do the job. She did not fully realize his value until the movers departed and it came time to unpack boxes of linen, clothes and dishes.

  Julie forgot to turn back the thermostat and the house quickly overheated. Billy removed his shirt, revealing glistening, rippling muscles and a hard, flat stomach. The more she tried not to look at him, the more she did look.

  Workmen arrived at noon to bolt in place the pre-assembled ramps for the front and rear entrances. Billy would not let the men leave until they apologized to Julie for being tardy with the installation.

  After eating a lunch of sandwiches Julie brought with her, the two busied themselves unpacking, washing and putting away kitchen utensils and dishes. Julie propped on a specially built stool in front of the kitchen sink. She washed while Billy dried and put things away.

  When the doorbell rang, Billy answered it.

  “Hello, Billy."

  “Hello, Mr. Nickels. Come in. Julie's in the back."

  “All moved in, Julie?” Randy asked as he entered the kitchen.

  “Thanks to Billy, we're just about through,” she said and then she brightened. “You're the one who bought my house out from under me."

  Randy looked at Billy and back to Julie.

  “I don't understand,” Billy said. “You told me an old woman bought the house next door."

  “She did,” Julie laughed. “Her name is Nickels. She must be Randy's mother."

  “Sorry about that,” Randy said.

  “Its okay,” she smiled. “It's going to be weird having my boss live next door."

  “Tell you what,” Randy said. “As soon as we get moved in we'll have you over for one of mother's special fried chicken dinners."

  “When are you going to move?” Julie asked.

  “Tomorrow,” Randy responded. “Mom and Jo are packing now. The movers are supposed to arrive at eight in the morning. In fact,” Randy continued sheepishly, “that's really why I dropped in. Billy, when I drove by this morning I saw you helping with the furniture. I was wondering if you could help us tomorrow?"

  “Sure,” Billy said.

  “No,” Julie disagreed. “Randy, he worked all last night at the greenhouses so he could help me today. If he helps you tomorrow, he'll have to work in the greenhouses all night tonight. He just can't do that. He needs his sleep."

  “It's okay Julie,” Billy said. “I'll take a nap before I go to the greenhouses tonight and another one in the morning. What time do you want me, Mr. Nickels?"

  “Whenever you wake up, Billy."

  “I'll be there at eight."

  Billy walked Randy to his car and, when he returned, found Julie on the floor in pain. He rushed to her and knelt beside her. “What's wrong, Julie? What can I do?” he exclaimed in anguish.

  “I slipped off the damn stool. It's not the first time."

  “I'll go get Dr. McGee,” he said, almost in tears.

  “No, Billy. I'll be okay. I just need to lie down for a while. Help me get to the bedroom."

  He picked her up as if they were in outer space and her body was weightless. He gently placed her on the bed. “What can I get you, Julie?"

  “Nothing. Just let me rest a few minutes."

  “Medicine?"

  “I don't have anything that will help."

  “Billy will be back in a few minutes.” He grabbed his coat on the way out the door, ran down Lumbermill Road as fast as his powerful legs would carry him and burst into Penny's house. He was back in less than thirty minutes, made a brief stop in the kitchen and then returned to the bedroom.

  “You take this. You'll feel better soon.” He carefully helped her into a sitting position.

  “What is it?” she asked taking from him a glass filled with cloudy, fizzing liquid."

  “It's the magic medicine,” he grinned. “Everybody in Dot uses it. Mrs. Dollar says it's good for anything that ails you."

  “But what is it?” she asked skeptically.

  “It's a double dose of Alka-Seltzer Plus. Please, take it."

  “Ooh, it doesn't taste good,” she said.

  “I like it,” Billy replied. “It tast
es like lemonade."

  She turned the glass up and drained its contents while Billy started water running in the bathtub.

  “Penny said you need to soak in a hot tub of water,” he explained when he returned to her side and began to remove her clothes.

  “Billy!” she said with alarm. “Get your hands off of me!"

  “You hurt too bad to take off your clothes,” he explained as he continued.

  “No, Billy!” She tried to fight him off, but she did hurt too badly to either remove her clothes or fend him off. When he slipped off her bra, she ended her resistance. As she watched her panties travel down her numb legs her eyes clouded with tears. “Are you going to rape me?"

  He looked at her for a moment before replying. “Rape is when a man has sexual intercourse with a woman when the woman doesn't want to have sexual intercourse?"

  She nodded.

  “What fun would that be? I would never do that, especially not to someone I love.” He carried her to the tub and lowered her into the hot water. “Now bend over a little,” he said. “Penny showed me how to rub your back to make you feel better."

  His hands moved firmly and she moaned in spite of herself.

  “This feels good?"

  “You shouldn't be doing this, Billy, but yes, it feels good. Work on my shoulders a little."

  He complied. “You have pretty scars on your back and stomach like your face,” he said.

  “They're not pretty, Billy."

  “I think they are pretty,” he replied as he moved his hands slowly down her spine.

  He placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled them to the back of the tub. He studied her naked body as if she were a statue in an art museum. She felt a mixture of anger, shame and excitement.

  “Julie has curly black pubic hair. I told you I'd find out.” He placed both hands on her left thigh and massaged it slowly. “Does this feel good to Julie?” he asked.

  “I don't have any feeling below my waist, Billy."

  “That's sad, Julie.”

  He moved his hands to her knee. “Can you feel that?"

  “No, Billy."

  He seemed obsessed. He worked on the calf of her leg and her foot, but she again told him she felt nothing. He gently lifted her leg and kissed her big toe.

  “Billy,” she said. “Do that again."

  He took the toe into his mouth this time.

  “I'll be damned,” she said. “I can feel that a little."

  Billy grinned and tested each toe on each foot, confirming there was feeling in all of her toes. “That's good, isn't it?” he asked.

  “It's more than good,” she said as the tears streamed down her cheeks.

  He sat on the side of the tub and watched her cry. At last, he said, “Penny's breasts are bigger than yours, but yours are big enough. The dark circle around your nipples is a lot bigger than Penny's. I like it."

  “Have you been having sex with Penny?” she asked.

  “Uh oh,” he said, realizing his mistake. “It's a secret. I can't tell."

  “And she won't have sex with you anymore?"

  Billy wiggled his nose trying to think of a way out of his dilemma. “Penny has a boyfriend—Sean Taylor. They're going to have a baby.” His face brightened. “They might get married."

  “I'm a virgin,” she said quietly.

  “I ... I don't know what a virgin is."

  “It's a woman who has never had sex with a man."

  “You've never had sexual intercourse?"

  “No. I don't even know how."

  “I had a good teacher. I can teach you."

  “Okay,” she said.

  Billy showed no surprise at her answer. He again placed his hands on her shoulders, pulled her forward a little and resumed massaging her back. He concentrated on her spine and worked slowly towards her lower back.

  “I thought you were going to teach me how to have sex,” she said after several minutes passed.

  “I will,” he said cheerfully.

  “When?” she asked, turning to look him in the eye.

  “When we get to know each other better,” he answered innocently.

  “Oh."

  “Let's get you dried off and back in bed. I'll go get my stuff and some dinner for us at Dot's Diner. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

  “You can take my van."

  “I don't know how to drive."

  “It has special controls for me to use, but it has all the regular controls too. You can drive it just like any vehicle."

  “You don't understand,” he said, smiling at her. “I don't know how to drive any car. I'll walk home and get mom to bring me back in her car."

  “I'll trade you,” she grinned at him. “I'll teach you how to drive and you teach me how to fuck."

  “That's funny."

  “What's funny, Billy?

  “'Fuck’ doesn't sound like a bad word when you say it."

  * * * *

  When Randy got home, he found Jo posed near the front door with her arms tightly folded across her chest and her right foot rapidly tapping the carpet. In the angriest voice she could improvise she said, “Where the hell have you been? When you rushed out of here this morning you said you'd be back in a couple of hours. You left all this packing up to your mother and me."

  “Look, Jo. I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. When I arrived at the office this morning Sandra was waiting for me and she was one unhappy lady. Then Sean's people didn't show up to install the computer equipment until after lunch. I couldn't very well just walk off."

  She could stand it no longer. “Come here, you virile husband of mine,” she grinned, throwing her arms around him, grinding her breasts into his chest and thrusting her tongue deep inside his surprised lips.

  Before she could say any more, he turned and headed for the door. “Just where do you think you are going?” she asked.

  He turned back to her with a playful smile on his face. “I think I must be in the wrong house."

  “Dr. McGee called a little while ago,” she said, throwing her arms around him again. “The Wake Forest University Medical Center wants me in Winston-Salem Friday morning at nine o'clock."

  Hoping that he already knew the answer, he asked, “Why?"

  “All these weeks of wearing boxer shorts and taking medication paid off. The last sample of semen you took to Dr. McGee has some Olympic champion swimmers."

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  The knock at the door startled Penny. She was alone. Sean, who was now living in the guestroom, was at work and Billy was helping the Nickels move into their new home. Three weeks had passed since Al's death and she felt confident that the murderers did not know about her, the money or tapes, and yet...

  She eased to the dining room window and slowly drew back the curtain just far enough to allow a look at the front porch, but she could not see the caller. She glanced towards the driveway and saw Tim Dollar's red Mustang convertible. “What the hell does he want?” she muttered as she opened the door.

  “Hi, Penny."

  “You're off the hook now, Tim. What are you doing here?"

  “I've gotten over the shock, Penny. There are some loose ends we need to tie together. May I come in?"

  She stepped aside and he sat on the living room couch, removing his jacket and tossing it on the coffee table.

  “Want some coffee or something?"

  “It's chilly outside this morning, Penny. A cup of coffee would warm me up."

  “It'll take a few minutes."

  “Hey, if you don't have any made, instant will do."

  “Ugh. I hate instant coffee. It's time to make a fresh pot anyway."

  Tim followed her to the kitchen. She was wearing stretch pants and a man's tee shirt, which called attention to her expanding stomach.

  “Where's Sean?” he asked.

  “I don't need him hanging around all the time. I talked him into going back to work this morning."

  “That's good. I was beginning to hear com
plaints. I didn't see Billy when I drove up. Is he in one of the greenhouses?"

  “No,” she replied as she poured water into the coffee maker and switched it on. “He worked during the night and is helping the Nickels move today."

  “So you're alone?"

  She turned and glared at him. An unexpected tremor of nervousness showed on her hands. “What do you want, Tim?"

  He smiled. “Turn around, Penny."

  “Why?” she asked suspiciously.

  “I have a surprise for you. Now go on, turn your back to me."

  As soon as her back was turned, he wrapped his arms around her. His left arm was just under her breasts, pulling her against him. She felt his erection pressing into her buttocks. His right hand rubbed her lower belly.

  “Little bastard's growing fast,” he said.

  “Let me go,” she demanded, uselessly struggling against his strength.

  His right hand dipped beneath the waistbands of her pants and panties.

  “Stubble,” he cooed. “Letting the old pubic hair grow out, are we?"

  “Tim, damn it, I told you I was not going to have sex with you anymore."

  “Yep,” he replied sarcastically. “That's what you said all right.” He forced his hand between her tightly clamped thighs, moved up and caressed her vaginal lips. “That's what you said, but your body has other ideas. That thing is begging for it."

  “Tim, let me go. Sean is your friend. Don't do this to me—to him."

  “You fucking slut,” he laughed as he slammed her against the counter and pinned her with his body pressed against hers. “Sean is a business associate and nothing more. Perhaps you don't know that I set him up in business—he's into me for over a million dollars. How would you like for me to call in the loan?"

  He yanked up the tee shirt, forced it over her head and off her arms. “Bitch,” he laughed as he unhooked her bra, “you don't think those tears are going to stop me, do you?"

  “I hate you,” she spat out as her bra fell into the kitchen sink.

  “Who gives a shit?” he laughed. His hands clutched her breasts. “Ah,” he moaned. “There are those luscious, bouncy tits, and what's this? Hard nipples? You want me as much as I want you."

  “I can't control my body's reaction, but if you fuck me it will be rape."