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Erika as she lay across the bed, and Dell taking
off his shirt as he shut the door.
Tony sat for a moment, overcome by a sharp pang of guilt.
What bothered him was the similarity to his prison days, when he’d been a pawn
himself. Nobody understood how it worked inside. They thought it was about guys
going queer. But it was just what happened there. It was the only way to get
off. It was what it was, and when you got out, you went back to what you’d done
before.
His first month in prison, Tony had been dragged into a cell
where a 250-pound Aryan brother had pounded him for days. Tony was finally replaced
with the latest newbie. But not before the Aryan brother had literally torn him
a new one. The prison doctor had sent Tony in to the city where surgery
repaired most of the damage, but nothing was quite the same again. His basic
bodily functions were now filled with pain, for which there seemed to be no
remedy.
Usually, Tony detached quickly from any sense of
responsibility for anyone else. But he considered going in there and putting a
stop to it.
Then he remembered Vivian dropping the Porsche keys on the
dashboard. He didn’t let himself think about them anymore. He just snagged the
key ring on his way out.
Chapter 33
Lying on the bed, Erika had felt so nauseated she couldn’t
get her bearings. Warm hands had pulled her underwear off and then begun
massaging her legs with lotion. “This is French stuff,” Vivian was saying as
she knelt on the floor in front of her. “Isn’t that creamy?”
“Where’s Tony?” Erika asked, trying to look around.
Dell knelt behind Vivian and put his hands up his wife’s
skirt. “He’ll be back in a second. Just relax.”
Vivian moaned at what Dell was doing. “Oh yes. You are so
bad.”
Erika thought she was talking to her. “No, I’m not. What are
you—?”
“Not you, hon,” Dell said. “Me. Can you move just a little
to the side, Viv? I want to see her better.”
Vivian shifted so Dell could get a better view. “Doesn’t she
have the greatest little tits, Dell?”
“Sure does.”
“Wait a minute,” Erika slurred. “I need—”
Dell patted her thighs lightly. “Just relax, sugar girl.
We’re gonna have some fun.”
“What are you…?” Erika could barely hold her head up. She
couldn’t escape Vivian’s heavy musk perfume.
“It’s okay. Your boyfriend’s right outside. He doesn’t
mind.”
Erika’s stomach heaved. “I don’t feel so good.”
Vivian started to moan. “Just enjoy it. Dell and I are going
to make you feel so good.”
Chapter 34
Everyone in the SUV watched as the night watchman’s
flashlight snapped off, leaving the bank building in darkness. Twigs turned to
Buck in the backseat. “He done?”
It was an effort for Buck to string words together. “Yeah,
he’s headed back …to…his cubbyhole…in basement.”
“Well, listen to him,” Twigs chuckled. “A full sentence. I
think our boy’s coming around a little.” Then she looked to Jorge and Meatface.
“Ready, boys?”
Meatface held his hand over his mouth like a mask and did
his Blue Velvet breathing routine. “Oh yeah, it’s showtime.”
Twigs checked a .38 and slipped it in her jacket pocket.
“Hair spray, Jorge?’
“Got it,” Jorge said.
Twigs turned to Buck in the back seat. “Just remember, Buck.
You fuck this up, you’re dead.”
Jorge and Meatface each took one of Buck’s arms and
half-walked, half-carried him to the side entrance. The smell of Friday night
traffic still clung to the streets, oily and rancid. Buck felt more alert but
still unsteady on his feet.
Jorge climbed on Meatface’s back to get close enough to the
door’s surveillance camera to blur it with the hair spray.
Twigs followed close behind and inserted Buck’s entrance key
from his keyring. “You ready with the code?” she asked, tipping his chin up so
she could look him in the eye.
“Ready,” he answered. Buck realized with a start that not
only was the
off his shirt as he shut the door.
Tony sat for a moment, overcome by a sharp pang of guilt.
What bothered him was the similarity to his prison days, when he’d been a pawn
himself. Nobody understood how it worked inside. They thought it was about guys
going queer. But it was just what happened there. It was the only way to get
off. It was what it was, and when you got out, you went back to what you’d done
before.
His first month in prison, Tony had been dragged into a cell
where a 250-pound Aryan brother had pounded him for days. Tony was finally replaced
with the latest newbie. But not before the Aryan brother had literally torn him
a new one. The prison doctor had sent Tony in to the city where surgery
repaired most of the damage, but nothing was quite the same again. His basic
bodily functions were now filled with pain, for which there seemed to be no
remedy.
Usually, Tony detached quickly from any sense of
responsibility for anyone else. But he considered going in there and putting a
stop to it.
Then he remembered Vivian dropping the Porsche keys on the
dashboard. He didn’t let himself think about them anymore. He just snagged the
key ring on his way out.
Chapter 33
Lying on the bed, Erika had felt so nauseated she couldn’t
get her bearings. Warm hands had pulled her underwear off and then begun
massaging her legs with lotion. “This is French stuff,” Vivian was saying as
she knelt on the floor in front of her. “Isn’t that creamy?”
“Where’s Tony?” Erika asked, trying to look around.
Dell knelt behind Vivian and put his hands up his wife’s
skirt. “He’ll be back in a second. Just relax.”
Vivian moaned at what Dell was doing. “Oh yes. You are so
bad.”
Erika thought she was talking to her. “No, I’m not. What are
you—?”
“Not you, hon,” Dell said. “Me. Can you move just a little
to the side, Viv? I want to see her better.”
Vivian shifted so Dell could get a better view. “Doesn’t she
have the greatest little tits, Dell?”
“Sure does.”
“Wait a minute,” Erika slurred. “I need—”
Dell patted her thighs lightly. “Just relax, sugar girl.
We’re gonna have some fun.”
“What are you…?” Erika could barely hold her head up. She
couldn’t escape Vivian’s heavy musk perfume.
“It’s okay. Your boyfriend’s right outside. He doesn’t
mind.”
Erika’s stomach heaved. “I don’t feel so good.”
Vivian started to moan. “Just enjoy it. Dell and I are going
to make you feel so good.”
Chapter 34
Everyone in the SUV watched as the night watchman’s
flashlight snapped off, leaving the bank building in darkness. Twigs turned to
Buck in the backseat. “He done?”
It was an effort for Buck to string words together. “Yeah,
he’s headed back …to…his cubbyhole…in basement.”
“Well, listen to him,” Twigs chuckled. “A full sentence. I
think our boy’s coming around a little.” Then she looked to Jorge and Meatface.
“Ready, boys?”
Meatface held his hand over his mouth like a mask and did
his Blue Velvet breathing routine. “Oh yeah, it’s showtime.”
Twigs checked a .38 and slipped it in her jacket pocket.
“Hair spray, Jorge?’
“Got it,” Jorge said.
Twigs turned to Buck in the back seat. “Just remember, Buck.
You fuck this up, you’re dead.”
Jorge and Meatface each took one of Buck’s arms and
half-walked, half-carried him to the side entrance. The smell of Friday night
traffic still clung to the streets, oily and rancid. Buck felt more alert but
still unsteady on his feet.
Jorge climbed on Meatface’s back to get close enough to the
door’s surveillance camera to blur it with the hair spray.
Twigs followed close behind and inserted Buck’s entrance key
from his keyring. “You ready with the code?” she asked, tipping his chin up so
she could look him in the eye.
“Ready,” he answered. Buck realized with a start that not
only was the
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