Lyr: was smiling to herself as she moved down the sliest. Her hand went up to her head and touched her hair and she wondered how Frank was going to react to the new style. A few hours earlier, her new girl friend, Connie Rizzillo, had cut her shoulder-lenr5th hair into a tight cap, close across her forehead and fringed along the side of her face.
Connie's father worked in the slime shop that Framk did. Lyn thought it funny that both Frank and her father were in electronics, but it didn't bother her. Framk was a repauman on real technical stuff her father was a salesman. And Frisk talked to her about his work her father hadn't.
Brocton was great. Everybody accepted bet and amp;ought it was great that Framk had something to occupy his time when he wasn't at work.
Apparently, he had been drmWng a lot before she'd shown up now he restricted himself to one, at the most two, beers-a night. The landlady had even agreed to let Frisk move out before his lease was up because he had to get a two bedroom sty apartment. Everybody thought he was sleeping on the bving-room couch.
Her tits bounced freely under her tank top and her legs made her short skirt swish as she strode down the street. She didn't know why she was going back to the apartment it was the night Frank worked late. But Connie had had- a date and Lyn had left her getting ready for it.
That was something she was going to hays to talk to Fank about-dating. She had told Connie she'd had a thing going with a guy at home and was waiting to see if he was going to write to her. When he didn't, Connie was going to start trying to fix her up wi amp; guys. It would look funny if she didn't start going out with guys her age. She hoped Frank would understand amp;at she didn't want to, but that she felt she had to, in order to keep people from wondering about her and him.
Lyn was so engrossed in her thoughts amp;at she didn't notice the man hurrying after her until he was beside her. Then, suddenly, he had her hand in his in a way amp;at caused pain to shoot through her, plan so severe that she couldn't even cry out.
"I was beginning to think Harry Babne was mistaken when he said he saw you up here," her father said. He steered her around the corner and down the block. "Now, I'm glad I drove up here and hung around an day. You just walk along casually, and I won't hurt you. You give me any trouble and you'd be sorry."
She choked back a sob and tried to say sobering. but he made amp;e pain increase. "No noise out of you, understand?" Dumbly, her eyes fined with tears, amp;e girl nodded. i'~aiifway down the block was a motel. Her father steered her into the driveway and amp;en into a room. Outside, there was a roar of traffic and Lyn realized amp;ey were adjacent to amp;e main highway.
Once the door was closed and locked, her father released her hand, spun her around and slapped her across the face hard enough to make her stumble. ъ'Daddy!" Lyn protested. He had never struck her before.
"Shut up, where," he snarled as his hand slapped her oner cheek. She opened her mouth as if to scream and he slainmed a fist into her stomach, doubiing her over. Whiiie she was retching and trying to get her bees amp;, he folded a handkerchief and jammed it into her mouth, then puked it back and tied it tightly behind her head, gagging her effectively. ъ'I didn't think anyone would hear you if you screamed," he said, smiling cruelly, ъ'but, why take + chances?" n She looked at him wi amp; bewildered eyes. ъ'Strfp," he ordered.
Lyn backed away from him. He looked bke her n father, but amp;ere was an expression on his face amp;at she had never seen before, an expression amp;at scared her. She shook her head and looked at him 4 wi amp; pleading nn her eyes. n "Strip," he repeated.
When she made no move to obey, he waiiked up n to her. Lyn retreated until he had her in a corner -of of the room. Smiiing the unfamiliar Mae, he reached his hand out slowly and rested it on her shoulder. Still smiiiing, he moved his hand along her shoulder, then dug his thumb into her flesh. The pain was so severe that she rose to her tiptoes in response. ъ-I can hurt you, where, hurt you very badly," he told her. "I haven't ready done anything but show you a sample of what I can do. Or maybe you forgot I was a commando?"
Lyn had forgotten.
"Now," her father said, still speaking softly.
"You will do as I tell you, or I will hurt you. Do you understand?"
She nodded.
"Good. Strip!"
She whimpered behind the gag but caught the bottom of the tank top and tugged, reversing it as she pulled it upward. In a moment, she had it over her head and dropped it to the floor.
"Go ahead," her father ordered, his eyes not leaving hers.
There was an iciness in his voice that scared her.
For the first bins, Lyn knew that she had to accept the fact that he might be cazy. Numbly, fearful of what was going to happen after she'd obeyed him, but just as fearful of what would happen if she didn't, she undid the button and zipper on the side of her skirt and let it fail to her feet.
"Keep going," he said im the same cold voice.
Lyn's eyes were filled with tears, but she hooked her thumbs under her panties and pushed them down from her hips until they, too, fell to the floor.
He moved toter than she wouiid have thought it possible for a man his age to move. Before she knew it, he had her arm behind her back and was forcing her to waiik across the room.
"I don't know who you're shacked up with up here, slut," he told her. "And I don't care. Maybe you've gotten yourself a pimp, maybe you're selGng it on your own. Hell, you might be giving it away.
"But, you're my daughter find I'm not going to stand for it. I tried to give you a good Gfe and you took advantage of me. So I'm going to teach you a lesson you'd never forget."
Suddenly, he was seated and drag; trig her across his lap. Lyn's feet fdaiiled as she realized his intention. An he did wu increue the pressure on her arm and say: "Stop kicking." The pain im her shoulder wu so severe that she obeyed.
Whihhhaaaapppp!
His hand slammed onto her bare buttock, seniing pain courFang through her body.
"Nnngii.oghhhh!" Lyn screamed, the gag muffing the sound.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" he asped. "Think how I felt when I found out you were a where. I promised myself when I heard that that- I was going to hurt you u much u you hurt me."
Whhhhaaaapppp!
His hand 1 iisnded on the other us cheek, stinging, making her kick involuntadliy.
Agilun and agiun he swung his beefy hand, raining blows on her naked us unto it was red all over and stonging Gke crazy. Lyn had given up trying to get away, had tried to deaden her mind to the assault. She had been only partiany successful, but she had found an inner strength that she Hahn' known she possessed. i'Z/ get out of thu, she vowed, somehow! get out of thins.
He twisted her arm, bringing her back to her feet. Slowly, with the strange expression even more pronounced on his face, he swtmg his hand and slashed his palm across her nipple. Lyn jumped, teaming, to her distress, that any motion on her part only added to the pain in her shoulder.
"See," he said, "you can't do anything but hurt.
If you stand still, it won't hurt u bad. And there won't be any chance of any real injury. You keep jumping around like that, and you might dislocate your shoulder."
Lyn gulped and stood there, trying not to feel ohe pain u he closed his hand over an out thrust tit and twisted it harshiiy, making her knees buckle.
He caught the other hand and twisted it, then pushed her away.
"Don't move," he snarled at her as he got up and took off his jacket.
From the inside pocket, he withdrew an important-looking document. "This is my will," he told her u he stood over her. "Under it, you'd get elrerything I own. Tomorrow, I'n change that. I'll leave you a single toner and Joyce will get the rest."
If she hadn't been gagged, Lyn would have told him he could do whatever he wanted with what he owned, that so she wanted to do was get away from him and never see him again. But she was scared to try removing the gag. If she did, he'd really hurt her.
He rose and stripped off his shirt, then pulled his belt from the loops of his trousers. She cowered atiunst the wall as he stood over her, the belt dangling.
Swwwiiisssshhhh!
The belt swooped through the air and slashed across her tits. Lyn's body arched involuntarily.
Crack!
The next blow caught her on the haunch. She hopped to her feet and tried to get away from him.
Swwwwiiiisssshhhh!
Again he struck her tits. Lynn fell to her knees and made a praying gesture with her hands. He just shook his head and struck her on the still-smarting buns.
"Begging won't do you any good," he told her, flicking the belt in such a way that the end curled between her thighs and smashed into her cunt.
All she could do was hope he'd tire of beating her before she passed out with pain. That, and think of how good it had been with Frank, how gentle he had been with her. Her father was hurting her more than Millie had and she felt more humiliated by this beating. Willie was just a cheap hoodlum. This was her father.
He seemed to know exactly what he was doing vith the belt as he flicked and slashed it at her body. Not one of the blows was hard enough to raise welts, but each bins the belt landed, it sent pain racing through her tortured young body. He seemed to like it when she writhed and twisted in her attempts to avoid being hit on the more sensible parts of her body, and he usually caused the belt-tip to strike her on her his or cunt.
Suddenly, he dropped the belt, reached down and yanked her to her feet. His hands closed over her his and he sodueezed them again, hurbng her the way he twisted the resilient flesh of the jaunty mounds. With a hard shove, he threw her backward across the bed.
Before she could comprehend what was going to happen, he had opened his tresses and thrust them and his shorts down. Lyn threw up her hands to ward him off as she realized his intentions. ъ it did no good. He shoved her hands aside as if they were nothing as he fell on her. She writhed and twisted, trying to get away from him but atl he did was laugh.
"What's the matter, getbng squeamish? Maybe you want ytour money fist?" he taunted. "Well, this is one fuck you've already gotten paid for. All the money I've spent on you, 1 figure I'm entitled to a little of your ass."
Lyn tried to claw at him, but he caught her hands and stretched them above her head, pinning them to the mattress with one large hand. Slowly, lewdly, he began caressing her lush body with the other hand, rubbing it over her his and thighs, which he was holding apart with his hips.
"How much were you getbng a trickni' he demanded. "Fifty, a hundred deltas? Or were you taking whatever you could get?
"You know," he mused as he forced his hand – between her thighs and began stroking her curlt, ~Tn set you could get a hundred dollars. Yeah, to bet there're plenty of men that'd pay a hundred dollars for a shot at this pussy of your."
Her twat was dry but he drove two tinges into it as deep as he could. Lyn's flesh seemed to crawl as he sawed his finFrs in and out of her dry cunt, his nails scratching at the delicate membranes.
"Nnnnggghhhh!" Lyn moaned from behind the gag. He looked at her and leered as he ducked his head and started biting at her tits. "Yeah, i it bet there're plenty of guys that'd pay a hundred dollars to be getting a piece of your ass."
From the way he was moving his legs, she knew he was kicking his trousers and shorts off. He's amp;oing to fuek me! the astonished Siri thought. My n own father is going to fuck met His teeth were savap on her already abused his, sucking hard at them when he wasn't biting them.
He made no move to touch her clit, just jammed his fingers in and out of her dig cuntbole as he bit and chevied on her tits while she turnedher head and cried steadily.
Co ahead and get it over witA, she silently begged. i know i ean't-stop you. You're stronger than i am and you've already beaters me so mueh] can 't hwt any more. Just get it oPer with and ~eePe ~7 mf a~one.
She could feel his stiff cock resbng against her thigh. It was nowhere near as big as Frank's, but she knew it would hurt if he rammed his cock into her before her cunt was wet enough.
That was what it seemed he wits going to do. He was drawing his bmgers out of her twat, grabbing his cock and guiding the head of it to the dilated opening of her snatch. Brutally, he slammed forward, driving his eock into her cunt. Lyn bucked from pain and he grinned down at her as he ground his loins into her snatch.
"Let's see if you're worth a hundred dollars, where," he rasped. 'iYou better be. You better I ive me a good fuck or In teach you a few more lessons. I've got so the bins I want. I'm going to keep you here unbid I think I've gotten my money's worth from you."
You bastard, Lyn thought as he drove his cock into her cunt agiun and again. it's not enough that yours raping met you want me to reaet to he~p make It betterforyou.
At rst, she wasn't going to do a thing. Then slit decided that it might be better if she responded, if she d d as he wanted. The scarier he was finished with her, the sooner she might be allowed to leave.
The next bins he thrust forward, she heaved her ass up to meet his incoming cock. "Yeah," he grunted, twisting her his c uelly as he drove his eock into her cunt again: "Yeah, that's it, you little stat, fuck me back. Let me see how you earned that money Joyce found hidden in your room."
Lyn had hoped that Joyce and Wiilie might have been content to merely drive her away from home.
But she realized that they couldn't have known she was gone anal after they'd told her father the lie they had made up about her and he had gone to confront her.
His cock was dragging across her clit each time he thrust into her cunt. Whether it was that, or her neacaon to his strokes in her effort to please him so he'd let her go, Lyn found that hit cunt was getbng wetter and wetter with each thrust of hus stiff cock into her hole.
"You really are a where, aren't you?" he asked, chuckling. "You just love getting screwed, don't you?"
Lyn shook her head violently, but he snickered.
' You can't fool me, bitch. 1 can feel your little pussy getting wet. That only happens when you're digging it."
Lyn knew better. She had asked Frank about why she had reacted to what Joyce and Willie had done to her and he'd explained that her body could react to something her mind found distasteful. Her body had no way of knowing that she didn't want this to be happening. it lust knew that it was being stimulated in a certain way and reacting accordingly.
Her father was fucking her harder, still twisting and abusing her his as he drove his cock into her cunt with all his might: He would draw his cock out slowly, anal she thought he was going to pull all the way out of her snatch, then he'd slam it ~g back into bet fuck-hole with all the strength he could muster.
The room filled with a slap slap-slap as he drove his prick into his daughters open snatch. Tears were streaming down her face as he squeezed her tits harshly, or pinched violently at her swollen nipples. If he wasn t using his hands to torment her tits, he was using his mouth, biting or sucking on her long nipples unto Lyn filt faint from the pain.
All at once he yanked his cock from within her cunt. Sperm shot from the end of it and spattered agrunst her skin, job after gob hitting the undersides of her tits or landing on her belly.
Thank God it was over, Lyn thought, starting to sit up. He backhanded her hard enough to drive her against the mattrefi agun. I didn t tAl you to move, he snarled. With a wicked grin on his face, he reached to the floor and picked up the belt again.
Suddenly, he caught her by the feet. Before she could resist, he had flipped her over onto her belly.
Swwwwwiilsssshhhh!
The belt cracked against her buttocks and Lyn tried to scoot forward to escape the next blow: But her father still had hold of one foot and held her where she was as he swtmg his arm again and again, laying the soft leather on Srst one ass cheek, then the other Occasionally, he d vary his aim and slash the belt between her legs. The tormented fifteen-yearold girl tried to bring her thighs together to avoid having her cunt abused any more than it had been, but he prevented that and smashed the belt into her pussy each time she tried until she got the message: If she didn t want him hitting her cunt constantly, she had to allow him that target when he wanted to strike it.
I will fix you you bastard' Lyn Swore. I don't know how but! I'll get even with you for this I don't care what lies Joyce and Willie told you there's no excuse for you treating your daughter this way you're just a sadistic son-of-bitch that's all you are.
He lashed the tender inner surfaces of her thighs, making her twist and squirm even more. But she couldn't escape the iron grip with which he was holding her ankle.
Then her father did something that was even more depraved than anything he had done before.
He flipped her onto her back again and sat astride her, his cock resting in the deep cleavage of her tits. By pushing her firm tits together, he was able to hold his cock there and he began hunching back and forth, sliding the slick cock up and down the tunnel he had formed of her generous tits.
As her father fucked her between the tits, he pinched and pulled at her nipples, squeezing them with greater force then before. Then he held her tits together with one hand and reached back with the other. His fingers caught her clitoris and squeezed it so hard that Lyn s aft shot into the air and she drummed her heels on the bed. God, she had never known that anything could hurt so much!
Faster and faster she was fucked between the tits. It seemed the ultimate degradation to her. To be fucked as she was. It was certainly proof that he was just using her for his own pleasure, that any feelings he might have had about her were long gone.
"Hhhhhhaaaaaa! he cried.
Jim shot out of his cock and splattered on her face. Her father grabbed his cock and aimed the stream of come into her gagged mouth, making her shudder as the ropy strands landed on her lips and teeth. Her father was grinning cruelly as he realized she hated what he was doing to her.
I'd like to get off in your mouth, whore, he said, his voice as cold as it had been since he'd forced her into the room. But you might bite me.
I would, too, Lyn swore. If I ever get a chance. I'll bite your fucking cock off.
He moved away from her body, caught her ankles and turned her over again. Then his hand were on her sore buttocks, pushing the firm cheeks away from each other. What was he going to do now? Lyn asked herself.
All at once, she knew. He was going to fuck her in the ass hole! He was going to do to her what Willie had threatened to do! She made a desperate effort to get away from him, but he slammed a fist into her side and knocked the wind out of her.
Her body was limp as he lifted her hips high in the air and shoved her legs under her, so her buttocks gets elevated. She was start trying to get her breath back when he spread the cheeks of her ass agiun and crawled on his knees behind her.
Nnnoooo! Lyn pleaded as she felt the head of his cock press between her firm buttocks. Her plea were ignored and she cringed as she felt her father press his cock-head to the puckered hole of her shitter.
His other hand went under her, clutching her tightly. He used one hand to hold his cock in place as he pushed forward and the other arm dragged at her body, trying to pull her asshole onto his cock.
Lyn wiggled her butt frantic any an effort to prevent her father's dick from entering her asshole.
Then he grabbed her cunt-mound and clit and squeezed as hard as he could. Involuntarily, Lyn hunched backward to get away from the pain.
"Aaaaahhhhh! he cried as the spongy head of his cock forced itself into her asshole. it felt as if he was going to split her in half. the pain she had felt before was nothing compared to what she felt as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her ass hole. She was no longer able to move, no longer able to do anything but sob brokenly as her father forced his cock into the tightness of her virgin shitter.
He was still squeezing her upper cunt and now he reached the other hand under her and caught a dangling tit, then started digging his fingers into it.
When Frank squeezed her tits, Lyn liked it, but Frank didn't try to hurt her. Her father was doing his utmost to make this the most agonizing experience she had ever had.
"What the hell are you carrying on so far?" he demanded. "Don't try to tell me that you've never had a cock up your bung-hole before."
Lyn knew he woouldn't believe her, but she nodded her head violently andyway.
"Well, shit, you mean I am getting one of your cherries?" he chortled. "Didn't think you had any left, whore."
His cock sawed in and out of her ass with such force that he dragged her asshole out of shape each time he pulled back. His nails raked her dagling tits and clawed at her cunt and Lyn sobbed in despair, sure that she wuld nerer want sex with anyone again. Then Frank wouldn't want to keep her around and there would be no place for her to go. At that moment, if shw could have died, she;d have done so willingly.
She lost track of time. All that existed ws the terrible pain in her body and the awful sawing of her father's stiff cock in and out of her abused asshole. She knew, form her experience with Frank, that it would be a long time before he could cum again and shw was certain that her would batter and ream her asshole until he did coum again.
He was huffing nad wheezing, but showing no signs of ceasing his terrible rape of her ass. Lyn bowed her head and let him have his way with her, since there was nothing shw could do to prevent, or avoid, the slick cock from running in and out of her tormented asshole.
I'll fix you, you bastard, shw swore to her self. I'll make you sorry that you're doing this to me.
His belly slammed into ehr upturned buttcocks each time he drove his cock into her shitter. Then, without warning, he stiffened. "Uunnnnhhh! Uuuuunnnhhhh!" he gasped in a tortured voice.
To her surprise, his cock pulled out of her asshole. Then she heard a dull thump. For a moment she stayed as she was, sure that it was some sort of trick. Then shw heard a eeak voice call: "Help me, baby."
She turned around and looked at her father, who was on his back on the floor, his face ashy and his hands clutching his chest.
"Heart…" he gasped. "I…I'm having… a heart… attack. Help me."
"Why?" she asked coldly. She crawled off the bed and went to the corner, where she picked up her clothes and started to dress again.
"I'm your father," he groaned, trying to lift his head to see what she was doing.
"You're the man that just beat me and raped me,"she replied.
She walked over to the chair where he'd dropped his jacked and picked up the will he'd shown her, then stuck it in her skirt, under the tanktip. God, she thought, he looks like he's going to die. And I hope he does.
"Don't le… leave me," he pleaded.
She stood over him, watching his face lose color.
He was making pawing motions at her, as if urging her to go for help. Gradually, the waving hand dropped to the floor and the heaving of his chest subsided.
Lyn waited a couple more minutes before easing the door open and slipping out of the room.
"Where've you been?" Frank asked as Lyn entered the apartment.
"Oh, Frank, it ws terrible!" she cried, running to him and throwing her arms around him as shw broke into tears.
"Hey, honey, what's the matter?" he asked, cradling her against his chest and stroking her hair. "What happened?"
"Daddy. He… he dragged me into his motel and wh.. whipped me… and.. and… then he raped me and.. he fucked me in the ass, Frank!" she wailed.
"I'll kill him, " frank swore angrily. He led her to a chair and seated her. "Where is this motel? I'll go voer there and whip him, let him see what it's like."
"I… I think he's dead," Lyn sobbed.
"What? Lyn, what did you do?"
"Nothing!" she cried, then subsided into a fit of hiccupping. When she had finally regained her composure, she recounted the entire story to him, ending with: "And then I came over here and used the phone at the end of the streeto to call the police and tell them where to find him.
"Would you go over there and see if he's really dead? I'm scared somebody might have seen me leaving and would recognize me."
"Sure, honey, I'll go," Frank assured her. "Will you be okay?"
She nodded. "I… I'm okay now. I just want to get into a hot tub and see if I can soak the aches out. Where he hurt me."
She was still in to tub when Frank returened. Even before he siad anythign, she read the expressingon his face and knew that her father was dead.
"The policeman I tallked to said they got an anonymous tip but that he was dead when they got there. They're not going to look for whoever it was that called, " he added. "They were taking him away as I got there."
Lyn smiled, hoping that he wouldn't think her unfeeling. But whatever feelings she might have had for her father had disappeared when he'd started hurting her, and the fact that he had raped her and made sure that any good feelings she might have had for him wouldn't return.
"What're you goign to do now? he asked her as she stepped form the tub. He took a large towel and wrapped it around her, then began stroking her lightly as he dried the water form her dody.
"I guess I have to go back to Pennsylvania and prove that I'm his heir," she said. "And see if I can't get Joyce out of the house."
"How can you do that?"
She shook her head. "I have his will and I inherit all of what he had. But I don't know what a court will do about Joyce. I mean, shw was marred to him. They might say I have to live with her until I'm old enough."
"Maybe I can help you do something about that. I mean, I am your uncle. That might make them appoint me as your gu arrdian. And we might be able to do something about your stepmother and her brother, too."
How?" Lyn squealed. "Oh, it'd be so great if we could!"
"She won't move out of the house after she finds out your father is dead?"
"No way," she said. "Why should she? She doesn't knoew where I am, she has no way of knowing that I know he's dead. She'll think that she owns the house now. We'd have to get a court order to get her out of the house after we got the will in court to prove that I ownit."
"Maybe we can do better than that," Frank suggested. "Do you think her brother will be there?"
"He hung around all the time," Lyn admitted. "He's probably fucking her now. And I'll bet as soon as they find out my father is dead, he moves tight in with her, starts sleeping in his bed."
"not finished," Lyn replied.
"but there is space above the bedroom?" he asked. "Space that we could get into and move around?"
"Yes," she admitted. "Why?"
"Well…" he explained. By the time he ws finished, Lyn was clappin her hands, unconcerned that her enthusiastic gestures had loosened the towel to the point that it fell to her feet as she stood up.
"Oh, I hope it works!" she squealed, throwing her arms around him.
"I'll need a couple of days before we can leave," he explained.
"That'll give then time to feel safe. They'll think I'm not going to come back, and people won't be coming by to offer condolences."
"Okay, Friday we'll leave here.:"
"Good," Lyn replied. "Knowing Joyce, she won't let being a new widow stop her from going out on Saturday night. We can get into the attic thatne and be set up."
"If they don't leave the light on, we might have to wait for a while," Frank reminded her.
"I'll be we don't have to wait long. If they don't leave the light on Saturday night, I'll bet they fuck on Sunday morning."
Frank gave her a funny llok.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"How do you feel about fucking?" he asked.
"I… I don't knoew," she confessed. "When he was raping me, I was sure I'd never want a man to touch me again. Now that I'm safe and I know he can't hurt me any more, I don't knoew."
"Do you…"
"…want to find out?" she finished for him.
"I… I guess I ought to. To be fair to you."
"No, to be fair to yourself," he answered.
She smiled at him in thanks. "Is it too early to go to bed?" she asked.
"Not at all," he answered, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the other room.
Lyn wanted to be able to enjoy it. In the week she had been with Frank, she had learned to love the feel of his cock probing deep into her cunt. He had taught her to enjoy fuckingm no matter what position she was in. Indeed, she had even enjoyed it when he had doubled her legs over her and fucked her that way. It had been nothing like it had been when Willie had fucked her that way.
Still, although she wanted to enjoy sex with Frank, Lyn went taut when his hands first touched her body. He sensed the fear in her and kept his hands still, holding her against him. Gradually, she relaxed and let him kiss her. But when he moved his had, she wen stiff again.
He pulled away from her and satup, then smiled. "I have an idea," he told the anxious fifteen-year-old, who was fighting back tears of disappointment. "Be right back."
When he returned, he had undressed and he was carrying something. Lyn looked at the device and then smiled. It was an electric massager, the type that fitted to the had.
"Got this four, no, five years ago, when I had a badly pulled muscle," Frank said as he pluged the massager in and sat on the edge of the bed."Guarantee it'll take all the stiffness out of you."
The massager purred reassuringly as Frank picked up one of her feet and applied the vibrating belt to the sole. As she grew used to the feel of the machin, Lyn lay back and waited to see if her uncle was right, if the massager would take all the stifffness out of her.
After he had done her feet and calves, Frank moved the massager to her thigh. The steady vibration of the belf started making Lyn's nerves tingle and the tingles spread up ward. Slowly, an itch begaan to develop in her cunt.
She closed her eyes, luxuriation in the knowledge that Frank cared enough about her to go to this much effort. It was great sensation, having her nerves danced upon as the machine was doing.
Frank moved form her thigh to ehr belly and aross it. When the vibrationg belt passed over her cunt-mound, Lyn gasped and a tremor coursed through her body. Frank smiled at the ggirl and moved his hand highr, skirting one of her full tits with the machine and strting it to work on her with the machine and strting it to work on her shoulder. Gradually, however, he brought his had lower, until the vibrating belt was on her generous tit.
Lyn gasped. God, it felt so good! she thought. The itch in her cunt grew stronger. Lyn's nipple responded to the gentle stimulation by swelling and growing erect. Frank touched the vibrator to the nipple alone and Lyn shuddered harder.
"Ooooohhhh! Ohhhh!" she sighed.
He moved the massager across to the other tit and her nipple snapped to instant attention. Lyn was aware that shw was beginning to get wet in her cunt and that the itch was increasing in intensity with every passing second.
"Turn over," Frank whispered.
Dreamily, Lyn obeyed. The massager felt wonderful on her back and shoulders and Lynrubbed her tingling tits against the wool of the spread as Frank's hand moved down her body.
She touught she would flinch when he slid the machine onto her ass, but she didn't. She had already relaxed and gotten into the feeling produced by the machine to the point that she welcomed its attention to her ass.
Slowly, warmth spread through all of her midsection. Lyn could feel the blood congesting in her cunt, could imagine the lips of her pussy swelling. The was the maching was playing against her ass had her grinding her hips into the mattress and her breathing was ragged.
"Oooohhh!" lLyn moaned.
Suddenly, she could stand no more. She whirled onto her back and sat up, throwing her arems around her uncle. Dragging him down to lie half atop her, the girl kissed him wantonly as she spread her thights, expecting him to roll between them.
Frank ignored the ivitation and pressed the gir;'s ass snapped into the air and a hard tremore almost convulsed her as she started cumming.
"Ooohhhh! Oohhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!" she gasped against her uncle's mouth as he kept the moving belt against her swollenclit.
She had never cum so hard or so fast. To her delight, shw continued to cum, her hips heaving up each time shwo did so. But the itch deep in her cunt was still there and it was still growing.
Lyn pushed herself over against Frank and forrced him to this back. With ehr mouth still glued to ehr uncle's, the teenager wiggled over him, her ass high in to arir to allow him to continue working the massager against her dripping pussy.
Pushing herself up to her elfows, shw scooted forward and dangled a tit over his mouth. "Suck it, Uncles Frank!" the horny fgirl cried.
A grin crossed his face as he used his other had to guide the nipple of the tit to his mouth. His lips closed around the hard bud, and she sighed as his tongue probed at it.
Reaching back, Lyn moved his hand from her cunt to her ass. He kept the massager going as she caught his stiff cock and rubbed the head up and sown the slick furrow of her snatch. Each time shwo hit her swollen clitories with the head, she shuddered in delight.
Finally, she lodged the cock-head against the dilated opening of her cunt and shoved back.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" she cried as she impaled her self back, taking more and more of the massive cock into the tight sheath of her fuck hole. The massager on her ass and the suction on her tit combined with the steady invasion of her twat by his cock and mad Lyn cum again.
Pulling her tit from his mouth, she scooted her knees forward as she staightened her body form the waist and drove herself fown over his cock completely.
"Oooohhhhh!" she moaned as she filled herself with the thick, hard cock and rocked back and forth, moving it around inside her twat.
Frank moved his hand around her waist and pressed the massager against her lower abdomen and engorged cunt mound. Lyn's hips moved steadily back and forth as her uncle drove her to previously unimagined heights of pleasure.
She arched her back and lifted herself, then slammed her cunt down over the rampant cock. "Ohhhh, Frank, I'm cumming like crazy. Take that thing away. I don't need it any longer."
"Don't you like it?" he asked, pressing it into her cunt-lips to bring it into direct contact with her swollen clit.
"It…it's going to make me have to stop, if you keep using it," she warned him. "Make me have to stop soon."
He yanked to cord from the wall and slipped his hand from the straps. Lyn was still feeling the nerve-jangling effects of the massager as shw rose and fell over his cock, but shw knew that now she'd be able to fuck him until he came, something she hadn't been sure of before.
"God damn," Frank gasped as Lyn started swinging her hips to and fro while rising and falling over his massive cock. "You're the best fuck I ever had. Really the best."
His words thrilled the teenager more than he could've imagined. She had been nothing to the other men who'd screwed her, merely a convenience, something for them to use and forget about. Frank probably had screwed more women than any of them and he said she was the best. Frank had even screwed her mother and thought that she, Lyn, was better buck.
Her hips rose and fell faster and she wiggled her hips about as she slid her cunt up and down over her uncle's slick cock. She could bend forward and watch the big cock as it appeared and disappeeared in her snatch and shw knew that Frank was watching that same thing.
He reached up and caught her bouncing tits in his hads, then thumbed her nipples, brushign the almost submered buds in a way that sent new sensations coursing throught her body. When Frank squeezed and twisted her tits, it didn't hurt, it just excited her. Probably, she thought, becase I'm in love with him. Even if he is my uncle. I'm stll in love with him.
Bending forward, Lyn cupped on had under his head and lefted it until their muths could meet. His tongue slid into her mough and Lyn fenced with it with her slimmer tongue, then trapped the thick invader and sucked lewdly on it as he worked his hands against her firm tits. She was still working her pussy over his cock and she knew shw was going to cum again before his cock left her twat.
Each time she drove her cunt down over his ramnpant cock, she'd move her hips to and fro, rubbing her pussy against his crotch. He was lifting his hips as she drove hers down, matching her stroke for stroke. Lyn snorted and sucked harder on his tongue as he tugged at one of her nipples and eased his other hand down until he could work his finger against her elongated clit.
Then her uncle starte spurting his hot jism into the depths of her cunt-hole. It set Lyn off again and her twat convulsed around his magnificednt prick, squeezing and loosening only to squeeze once more. Lyn was cumming hard, her juice pouring out of her twat. His pubic hair and balls were soaked with the fluids that flowed out of her body, both hers and his.
And when he'd stopped shooting off into her cunt, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled, turning her onto her back. His cock was still stiff within her hole and he commenced to moving it in and out with long, slow strokes. Golly, golly, Lyn though, I'll never be able to get off this well with any other man.
They were still kissing hungrily and shw shuddered as he worked a hand between them and started feeling her tits again. I'm your, Frank, shw pledged silently, all of me is yours.
Something told her that he knew it.
"Ssssshhhh!" Both Lyn and Frnk whispered to the other as they heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Two sets of footsteps. That was good, it ment that willie was with Joyce.
Frank and Lyn ahd watched the brother and sister leave the house earlier in the evening, then had gone up to the door. To Lyn's amazement, the key she had no longer worked on the front door. "That bitch. She's already taken over," she'd whispered.
Still, that had presented no problem. Lyn had enteed the house the same way she'd left it, by climbing the tree and going along the roof. Then she'd let Frank in.
They were in the attic. Frank had bored a small hole in the ceiling over the bed and inserted a peephole. It was so small that it would be hard to notic, but iafforded an excellent view of the bed. And, a videotape camera was attached to the peephole. The camera would work. They had already tested it. The mike that Frank had hidden would pick up everything said in the room and the camera would record all but the most peripheral action.
Lyn hoped they weren't too drunk to do anything. She wanted to settle the score with these two as soon as she could, which would be the day after she and Frank had a tape of Willie and Joyce fucking or doing some sort of sexual act with each other.
The pair entered the bedroom, flicking on the overhead lamp. As Willie sat on the bed and started to undress, Joyce stood before him, stripping, too.
Frank activated the camera, and squeezed Lyn's hand as she moved closer to him, so she could look through the view-finder, too. The videotape recorder with sound equipment belonged to a friedn of Frank's. The reason they had had to wait until Friday to leave Brocton had been to borror it from him. He hadn't asked any questions, just told Frank to get it back as soon as he was through with it. The after noon before, they had tried it out, filming themselves in bed. It had been a real turn-on to Lyn to watch her image as she writhed beneath her uncle while he screwed her good. Their sex life was as intense as it had ben before she'd been beaten and raped by her father.
"Willie?" Joyce asked as she unhooked her bra.
"What're we going to do if the kid comes home?"
"Awwwww, she ain't going to come home," Willie assured his sister. "If she was, she'd have been here by now."
"But Harry was sure he was going to find her," Jouce protested.
"Well, he didn't," Willie retorted, standing to take off his trousers and shorts. "I didn't think he would. What the hell would she be doign in that drinkwater town where he kicked off? He went up there on a wild goose case and kikced off balling some whore he picked up.
"No," he continued, "If Lyn had heard he was dead, she'd have hightailed it back here to try to get even with us. I don't think we'll ever see her again."
"But," Joyce insisted, "what if shw does show up?"
"Relax, will you?" Willie snarled. "We'll worry about that if it happens."
He watched as Joyce stepped out of her panties, then grabbed her and dragged her down on the bged, one of his hands going into her crotch as he caught her by the neck with the other hand and kised her lewdly.
Joyce grabberd her brother's big cock and started stroking it. "I'm glad I don't have to fuck Harry any more," she whispered. "He never did anything for me in bed."
"Sure," Willie agreed, "he didn't know how to handle you. Not like I do."
Through the view-finder, Lyn could see that he had a couple of fingers in Joyce's pussy and another in her asshole. To her disgust, Joyce was wiggling her hips around as if she liked the dual invasion of her body.
"Willie," Joyce asked as she moved her hand sensually on his cock, "will you hurt me tonight? Please? It's been so long since you hurt me."
Lyn wanted to be sick. But shw managed to control herself.
Beneath her, Willie sighed as he reached to the bedside table and picked up a cigar. He propped his head up and lit the cigar as he looked at Joyce. Willie really got turned on by the pleading look in her eyes.
"Maybe," je teased, puffing on the cigar. "First I want a good blow-job form you, Sis."
Joyce bent around and supported herself on one elbow. Her tongue slid out and touched the tip of her brother's cock. Joyce manuevered herself around a little more and commenced kicking the full length of her brother's cock while he continued to puff on th cigar and frig her twat adn asshole.
God, Lyn thought, how can she look so happpy while she's doing such a disgusting thin? Then she remembered that she enjoyed it when Frrank ate her and that he didn't seem to think licking her hot snatch was disgusting. Maybe sucking off a guy if you really like him is different than getting fucked you really like him is differedt that getting fuck in the mouth or being forced to suck off some guy, Lyn conceded to herself. She stole a glance at her uncle, who was next to her, so they could taketurns looking through the viewfinder. Like her, he was dressed for the heated closedness of the attic: all he waswearign was a pair of cut-offs. L:yn was dressed almost as nakedly; she was wearing a bikini.
Frank had a hard cock Maybe, Lyn thought, I ought to try sucking Uncle Frank's cock. Maybe I'd like sucking his cock as much as Joyce seems to like sucking Willie's Joyce was working her whole mouth, not just her tongue, along her brother's cock. Ever since he'd started screwing her, when she'd been eleven, she'd been a hog for him. Willie had trained her well; she did whatever he told her to, and she did it with enthusiasm.
She licked, kissed and gnawed at his cock as she fondled his balls with her other hand. Willie's fingers continued to move slowly in and out of her twat and asshole, but even that would be tnough to make her cum when shefelt him shooting his jism into her mouth.
"You give the best head, Sis," Willie moaned.
"It's because I love my big brother so much," the girl replied as she continued to lick lewdly at his cock. In the atic, Frank and Lyn exchanged smiles. Not only was the relationship between the two evident in their feartures, but they were acknwledging the fact that they were related. The videotape that they had at the moment was more than enough to get Willie and Joyce locked up for a long time.
Joyce opened her mouth and popped the head of her boryther's cock into it. Then she moved it around in her mouth while she sucked hard on the spongy knob. Lyn could see Joyce's cheeks hollow as she sucked and she was disgusted with herself for getting wet in the pussy as she watched the lewd spectacle below her.
Willie reached down and pushed his sister's head farther down over his cock. There were times when he liked her to give him a long, drawn-out blow-job, but tnight he had just decided he wanted her to suck hom off fast.
Obediently, Joyce started bobbing her head over Willie's cock. Down, down, down went her head until the full lenght o fthe cock was embedded in her oral cavern. Her tongue slithered around the cock as she drew her head back slowly, her lips rubbing salaciously at the shaft as she raised her head until only the head of the cock was still in her mouth.
Up and down, up and down, Joyce's head bobbed steadily faster. Willie was straining, jabbing his cock into her mouth with little jerks of his hips ass her head went down.
"Oooohhhh!" he cried. "Oooohhhhhsisssssss! Suck it for me, Sis! Suck it! Suckitsuckitsuckit!"
She was bringing him closer and closer to the brink. As his jism boiled up his cock, Willie jammed the burning cigar against his sister's ass. Joyce gurgled with delight and took his load straight down her throat, swallowing convulsively as she poured her hot cunt juice over his fingers.
For a moment they rested there. Then Joyce lifted her face and began to kiss her brother's body as she twisted around too press her lips to his.
"On your hands and knees, Sis," Willie ordered, after letting his sister kiss him hungrily for a fewmoments. Joyce scrambled to obey, and Lyn, watching the action, gulped as she saw Willie spread the cheeks of his sister's ass. In the view-finder, the puckered rosette of Joyce's asshole opened obscenely, almost as if Willie were presention it to the camera. Lyn turned away form the camera and let Frank's eye replace hers.
"Ohhhh, Willllie!Yessssss!" Joyce cried, loudly enough to be heard in the attic. She liked sex any way she could get it, but there was a masochistic streak deep within her that insured that when she was buggered, she responded with as great a ferocity as she did when being fucked in a more conventional manner.
Willie drove his cock into his sister's asshole with onel hard showve, then started pumping it in and out, driving it deeper with each thrust. Joyce bucked her ass back to him and wiggled it form side to side as he fucked her asshol savagely.
"Give it to me, GBrother, fuck my ass," Joyce moaned.
It was evident from her tone of voice that she was thoroughly enjoying having his big cock runnign in and out of her ass, and Lyn shuddered.
Willie's hands were squezing the flesh of Joyce's ass, digging in hard enough to leave marks when he shifted his hands. The girl shifted to support herself on one arm and reached under her body and started massaging her cunt. Christ, Lyn thought angrily, she likes being used. She'd have had a ball with those two truckers.
Still, Lyn couldn't deny that she was getting turned on watching the immoral couple below her.
Willie and joyce were cheap, but there was an animalness about their sex that was getting to Lyn.
She wished that she could fuck Frank at the very minute.
Finally, Willie came again and the two collapsed on the bed. Lyn looked at the machine, meaning to turnit off, but Frank shook his head.
Willie, what are we going to do if she comes back?"
"Why don't we fucking worry about that if it happens?" Willie snarled, plumping a pillow and fixing it under his head.
"No, we have to think of it noew," Joyce insisted.
"Well," WEillie said after a moment's thought, "I Guess it'll depend on how she acts if she comes back. If she's all beat down, you know, hungry, bummed out, we'll let her stay her."
"Let her stay her? Willie, are youi crazy?"
Wouldn't you like having somebody like her around to do what yoi wanted to?" Wille asked, grinning evilly.
"You mean…?" Joyce whispered.
"Have her just like we did the day she ran away. Only without tying her up. I'll bet we could make her like it, if we worked onher."
"suppose she won't go for that?" Joyce insisted.
"Then, I guess she'll fucking run away again," Willie said.
"No, what if she wants to cause trouble?"
"She won't cause no fucking trouble," Willie assured his sister as he idly rubbed her cunt. "She'll either put out, or get out."
"Bout if she does cause trouble?" Joyce persistd.
"There's lots of rivers around her," Willie told her. "They never found old Charley Watkins, did they? And that was the boys doing the looking. I'll bet they still think he took off with yoiu and that money."
Joyce chuckled. "That fat old man actually thought I was in love with him. He couldn't believe it when I shot him. Hey, Willie, you remember what he kept saying? " You're only fifteen, you shouldn't ge killing people." All the time he was sliding down that wall, he kept saying that."
"Maybe we'll take Lyn over to that bridge and drop her in the same hole Old Charley's in," Willie laughed. "We could start our own business, the Route Ten Bridge Body Disposal Company. Our motto: We Splash for Cash."
Both of them laughed. "Do you really think Lyn'd do what we wanted?" Joyce finally asked.
"Sure," Willie answered. "After I got through with her, she'd crawl on her knees for a chance to lick my shit. Give me three weeks with her and she'll be just like you were after a year, when I finally got you wise up."
"I'd like that, Willie," Joyce murmured. "I'd like having her around to eat any time I wanted."
Or to eat you wnen you wanted that, eh?" Willie asked.
"Yeah, that, too," Joyce acknowledged.
"She liked it, yoiu knoew," Joyce said a few minutes later. "I know she did. I can tell. I had all those women eating my box when we were in Atlanta, and I know when they were doing it because they liked it and when they were doing it just to turn some guyo on."
"I told yoiu," Willie assured her. "We'll make a first-class shore out of her if she comes back and wants to hang around. Otherwise, she just hangs," he added.
"I think she'll want to be with us if she comes back," Joyce mused.
I wouldn't, Lyn swore to herself, I wouldn't! And I didn't like eating yur pussy.
But the fifteen-year-old girl had to question that. Maybe she had been upset by the circumstances, but how did she know she wouldn't enjoy eating pussy under differedt circumstances? She didn't. She had thought, not once, but twice, that she'd never enjoy sex of any sort again, but Frank had fucked that nonsense out of her both times.
Maybe, Lyn thought, with the right girl, somebody I really liked, I could eat pussy without it bothering me. Particularly if Frank was there. On one of the days that Frank had been at work, Lyn had discovered whole box of paperback books in his closet. The pages that were dog-eared adn showing signs of rereading had all dealt with a man and two females. So had the magazines she'd found, magazines that had actual pictures of people fucking!
"Willie?" Joyce murmured. "Do you think the people in Pittsburg are looking for us," he answered. "They don't know we exist. They know old Charley was crazy over some young gash, but they don't know who she was. They think he took that eighteen thousand and split with her. They're still looking for him, I'll fucking bet, but they ain't never gonna find him. None of them is gonna think of looking for him where they ditch their own stiffs."
He chuckled. "You know, that old fucker was still alive when we dumped him off the gbridge. I'll be he fucking flipped when he realized we were getting rid of him where he fucking got red of the people he knocked off."
Lyn was suddenly scared. Willie and Joyce had killed somebody! and they'd kill her if they had to. If they caught her and Frank, they could killl both of them and nobody would ever know about it.
Below them, Willie and Joyce settled in for the night. Frank and Lyn waited an hour after they had begun picking up the first snores from the room below them before tnhey began a cautious retreat form the attic.
Still, they made it out of the attic without noise. Quietly, they made their was down the hall. Lyn's throat was dry and her heart almost leaped into it when Willie mumbled something, but he went on sleeping and shw and Frank were able to get ou of the house without difficulty.
As they crossed the lawn, moving towards the stand of trees where they had hidden the car, Lyn was acutely aware that Frank's cock was still hard. Of course, he had been looking at Joyce's naked body as she'd lain sprawled on her back asleep. Joyce had to kind of body that could give a man a hard cock if he looked at her clotheed.
Of course, the fact that they had watched Joyce suck Willie's cock and then take his prick up her asshole had contributed to Frank's hard-on. It had also caused an itching in Lyn's cunt that had not abated.
Theyt passed a clump of bushes and Lyn stepped behind them. "Frank," she whispered. He turned and she took off the top of her bikini, then peeled the bottom off. "Put that thing down and fuck me," she pleaded.
He set the videotape camera on the ground, then shucked his cut-offs as she lowered herself to a reclining position and spread her legs wide.
"Don't play with me," she whispered. "Just stick your cock in and fuck me. I need it so bad."
Frank lowered him self to her writhing form and slid his cock deep into her twat. She was so wet and excited by the thoughs that had been playing through her head as they'd hidden in the attic that she came before his price was even completely inside her cunt.
To Lyn's great surprise, the police didn't seen interested in the evidence she and Frank had obtained. In fact, they were actually indifferent. One policeman went so far as to say that Willie and Joyce could have her and Frank arrested for illegal entry.
"Into a house that I own?" Lyn demanded.
"She's your father's wife," the policeman retorted.
"But his will leaves everyghing he owns to me," Lyn countered. "He never got around to leavigng her a cent. Monday, I'm going to file the will and ask that she be enjoinged form taking any money out of any account he put money into.
"And, right now we are going to the newspapers and TV stations and tell them that we have evidence of murder, that you are not interested in investigation this, or any of the other crimes these people have committed."
"Who got killed?" the policeman asked. "Some guy named Charley Watkins, you said. In Pittsburg, you said. That's was out of our jurisdiction."
Just then a man dressed in plain clothes stopped. "Did you say Carley Watkins in Pittsburg? You're standing her saying you know he's dead and who killed him?"
"You've heard of this guy Watkins, Lieutenant?" the other policeman asked.
"I sure do," the other man replied. "He was one of Louie DiAllio's sub-bosses. Practically ran all of Washington and Green counties. They story was that he disappeared, ran away with some girl. And a bunch of diAllio's money."
"Eighteen thousand dollars," Lyn said. "We have a tape of them talking about shooting him and dumping him over a bridge. From what they saidm other people are dumped there, too."
"I started out in Pittsburg," the plainclothes cop said. "The crooks out there used to talk about "Taking somebody to the bridge", but nobody ever found out which bridge. Nobody that ever taked about it, that is."
"It's on route ten," Lyn told him. "They said that."
"I think I'd better take a look at this film of yours," the man said. "I'm Heinecker, State Police." He held out his hand and shook with Lyn and Frank.
After looking at the filem, Lieutenant Heinecker put in a call to the local district attorney, advising hism to come to the police station right away. Then he called the State Police in the western part of the state and suggested they get divers into the water under the gridge.
The district attorney watched the film with total attentiveneess. After seeing it twice, he questioned Lyn for almost and hour about the events of the day she'd run away form home.
"We'll try them for raping and abusing you, and for kidnaping you," he offered. "But, you'll have to testify. If we ignore those carges, we still have enough to put them away for a ling time."
Counting on his fingers, he listed the charges he was going to bring against Willie and Joyce. "Two counts each, incest; two counts eact, sodomy; conspiracy to commit murder; conspiracy to imprison. That ought to net them about forty years in prison."
"You are no going to charge them with murder?" Lyn asked, unalbe to believe it.
"That crime was allegedly committed in Pittsburg," the DA reminded her. "We will furnish the authorities there with a copy of this tape. But it'll be up to them to press the murder carge. And they may have a sticky problem there.
"The girl was fifteen when she helped her brother kill thatman. They may have to ry her under juvenile rules."
"Don't worry about it," Heinecker advised Lyn. "When Louie diAllio hears about this, and he'll haear about it by the end of the day, I wouldn't bet that they'd live to stand trial. If the word got around that somebody ripped Louie off for that much money and got away with it, somebody else migh try it."
Thirty minutes later, the DA had his warrants. "Want to go along when we arrest them?" he asked Lyn and Frank, both of whom did.
Lyn would never forget the look on Willie's face when he woke up to find himself handcuffed and staring at her. "What the hell?" he snarled. "What the fucking shit is going on?"
You're under arrest," the district attorney told him, giving him his rights and announcing the carges.
"You're fucking crazy," Willie said. "You can't make any of those charges stick."
Lyn stepped up to the head of the bed and pulled out the microphone. "Everything you said last night was recorded. Everything you did is down on video tape."
"Willie, that mean they know about Charlie!" Joyce exlaimed.
"Will yoiu shut the fuck up?" Willie screamed at his sister. "I swear to God you're a dumb fucking bitch."
He was still cursing and scraming at Joyce when the two of them were led aaway. But fefore they left; Lyn got the keys to the new lock on the front door. "I don't want them coming in here again, " she explained.
"I doubt if they'll be able to make bail," the DA said.
"Are you going to need us at the station today?" Frank asked.
The DA shook his head. "We'll have your statements typed up and we'd appreciate it if you'd come in tomorrow morning and sign them.