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jeans. The tails of her pale blue blouse hung out.
Rusty wrapped his arms around her, pulled her tightly against him and kissed her. They kissed for a long time, Rusty enjoying the warm moist smoothness of her lips, the curves of her back, the pressure of her breasts against him, her flat belly and the jut of her hip bones.
When she started to unzip his trousers, he caught her hand.
"A slight injury," he explained.
"Hernia?" she asked.
"Fist."
"Oh, you poor thing. How did it happen?"
"Some freaky girl got me from behind while I was questioning her boyfriend."
"Beware the freaky girls."
"She had an eyebrow ring. And a lip ring." He thought about the other parts of Trink that had been pierced and adorned with rings, but decided not to mention them. He could just imagine Millie giving him the look, and saying, And how exactly did you happen to get a look there? The less Millie heard about that, the better.
"It must've really hurt," she said.
"Getting her eyebrow pierced?"
"Getting hit in the family jewels."
"It wasn't fun."
"Let's have a little peek."
"Suit yourself."
Rusty helped by removing his gunbelt. Millie unfastened his waist button, lowered the zipper, and let his pants fall around his ankles. Then she pulled down his boxer shorts. If she noticed they were damp, she probably assumed the moisture was from his sweat.
Probably is sweat, Rusty thought. They'd had plenty of time to dry after his swim.
Millie crouched in front of him. "Everything looks okay down here."
"Doesn't feel so good."
"You know, maybe it does look a little swollen. Maybe we should put some steak on it. Some meat for your meat."
"Real nice. Anyway, that's for black eyes."
"Same principle, don't you think?"
"I think we should save the steak for a meal and keep it away from my equipment."
She laughed. "Equipment?"
"You know."
"Maybe I can help the equipment feel a little better." She lifted his penis and kissed it. "Does that help?"
"Sure does."
He decided not to mention that his injury was slightly lower.
She kissed him again.
He felt her open, slippery lips.
When they went away, she said, "I guess that wasn't such a good idea." She smiled up at him. "The swelling got worse."
"Sure did."
"Better quit that," she said, and pulled his shorts up. "We don't want to do something that'll make the situation worse."
"I think you helped."
"Think so? Glad to hear it." She stood, lifting his trousers. "Now, how about some lunch?"
"That'd be great."
"What would you like?"
"That steak you mentioned?" he asked as he fastened his waist button.
"It's frozen. How about an omelet?"
"Great." He pulled his zipper up.
"It'll take a few minutes."
"That's fine. I need some rest, anyway." He sat down gently on a kitchen chair and watched Millie begin to prepare his lunch. "You remember Bass Paxton?" he asked.
"Harney's friend? Sure I do."
"He and his girlfriend found a body this morning."
"Oh, yuck."
"To say the least."
"That's one thing I'd sure hate to find. Some stiff. Nasty. Funerals are bad enough, God knows. But if you go to a funeral, at least you can expect to meet up with a corpse. To have one pop up when you're not even expecting it -- awful."
"They weren't ecstatic about it."
"I should think not. Do you want some nice diced ham in this?"
"Sounds good."
"How'd the person die?"
"We're not sure yet. From the look of her, I'd say she was either strangled or drowned. The autopsy should be going on right now."
"Right at this moment?"
"Should be."
"How appetizing."
"She was a beautiful woman, Millie. Before someone did a job on her."
"Was she married?"
Rusty nodded. He knew what was coming.
"The husband did it," Millie said.
"According to you, it's always the husband."
"It is always the husband."
"Not all the time," Rusty told her.
"Often enough so the rest hardly matters."
Rusty smiled and shook his head. "In this case, I don't think the guy did it. He was expecting her back. In fact, he looked like he thought
Rusty wrapped his arms around her, pulled her tightly against him and kissed her. They kissed for a long time, Rusty enjoying the warm moist smoothness of her lips, the curves of her back, the pressure of her breasts against him, her flat belly and the jut of her hip bones.
When she started to unzip his trousers, he caught her hand.
"A slight injury," he explained.
"Hernia?" she asked.
"Fist."
"Oh, you poor thing. How did it happen?"
"Some freaky girl got me from behind while I was questioning her boyfriend."
"Beware the freaky girls."
"She had an eyebrow ring. And a lip ring." He thought about the other parts of Trink that had been pierced and adorned with rings, but decided not to mention them. He could just imagine Millie giving him the look, and saying, And how exactly did you happen to get a look there? The less Millie heard about that, the better.
"It must've really hurt," she said.
"Getting her eyebrow pierced?"
"Getting hit in the family jewels."
"It wasn't fun."
"Let's have a little peek."
"Suit yourself."
Rusty helped by removing his gunbelt. Millie unfastened his waist button, lowered the zipper, and let his pants fall around his ankles. Then she pulled down his boxer shorts. If she noticed they were damp, she probably assumed the moisture was from his sweat.
Probably is sweat, Rusty thought. They'd had plenty of time to dry after his swim.
Millie crouched in front of him. "Everything looks okay down here."
"Doesn't feel so good."
"You know, maybe it does look a little swollen. Maybe we should put some steak on it. Some meat for your meat."
"Real nice. Anyway, that's for black eyes."
"Same principle, don't you think?"
"I think we should save the steak for a meal and keep it away from my equipment."
She laughed. "Equipment?"
"You know."
"Maybe I can help the equipment feel a little better." She lifted his penis and kissed it. "Does that help?"
"Sure does."
He decided not to mention that his injury was slightly lower.
She kissed him again.
He felt her open, slippery lips.
When they went away, she said, "I guess that wasn't such a good idea." She smiled up at him. "The swelling got worse."
"Sure did."
"Better quit that," she said, and pulled his shorts up. "We don't want to do something that'll make the situation worse."
"I think you helped."
"Think so? Glad to hear it." She stood, lifting his trousers. "Now, how about some lunch?"
"That'd be great."
"What would you like?"
"That steak you mentioned?" he asked as he fastened his waist button.
"It's frozen. How about an omelet?"
"Great." He pulled his zipper up.
"It'll take a few minutes."
"That's fine. I need some rest, anyway." He sat down gently on a kitchen chair and watched Millie begin to prepare his lunch. "You remember Bass Paxton?" he asked.
"Harney's friend? Sure I do."
"He and his girlfriend found a body this morning."
"Oh, yuck."
"To say the least."
"That's one thing I'd sure hate to find. Some stiff. Nasty. Funerals are bad enough, God knows. But if you go to a funeral, at least you can expect to meet up with a corpse. To have one pop up when you're not even expecting it -- awful."
"They weren't ecstatic about it."
"I should think not. Do you want some nice diced ham in this?"
"Sounds good."
"How'd the person die?"
"We're not sure yet. From the look of her, I'd say she was either strangled or drowned. The autopsy should be going on right now."
"Right at this moment?"
"Should be."
"How appetizing."
"She was a beautiful woman, Millie. Before someone did a job on her."
"Was she married?"
Rusty nodded. He knew what was coming.
"The husband did it," Millie said.
"According to you, it's always the husband."
"It is always the husband."
"Not all the time," Rusty told her.
"Often enough so the rest hardly matters."
Rusty smiled and shook his head. "In this case, I don't think the guy did it. He was expecting her back. In fact, he looked like he thought
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