Linda Fortune was fit to be tied. Something was happening to her that was too cruel and horrible to be believed. What on earth had she done to deserve this monstrous calamity? She'd fully expected to pay for her sins, of course, but later, for God's sake, not now while she was still so busy committing them. And, actually, what great moral crimes had she perpetrated? As yet, she had hurt no one. David seemed to be overdoing it at the office these days, which was a blessing, for it kept him much too tired and listless to be suspicious. And anyway, what she had done was really quite harmless, compared to some of the garish sex-headlines in most of today's newspapers. Should she be punished for a little experimental dalliance with several healthy, helpful partners? She'd made new and exciting friends so much faster than she'd ever been able to do via the old country-club route. Nor was she beset by any paranoid fears that these new acquaintances might not like her, for they welcomed her with open arms; without even waiting to be introduced, in some cases.
To add to her emancipation, she had discovered latent wells of sensual response within her which she'd never dreamed existed. One of the men-Darlene's huge, Nordic husband-had called her 'a hot and lovely animal.' And instead of feeling offended, she saw this remark as an exciting revelation: she was so much more than she thought she was; and, alas, so very much more than David required in a wife.
But now? Oh dear God, disaster!
She was pregnant. Nearly two months gone. After being initially startled by some telltale signs, she went to an unknown doctor across the Bay, not giving her right name. Then the tests, and the waiting, and the second visit for the final results: "My dear, you will give birth in July, God willing." Those words had sounded so fatal in her ears that Linda screamed all the way home that day, driving along the crowded freeway, turning her radio up loud so no one would hear her shrieking rage.
When Linda realized this baby had to be Brad Grogan's, her freeway aria rose several octaves. It was exactly seven weeks since he'd given her his demonstration in the station-wagon, and that was the only incident within memory when she'd had intercourse without contraception. Before and after, it had either been her Sunday evening diaphragm with David, or, more recently, the daily morning anti-Papal-pill for the newly rigid protection she'd been requiring of late.
She had been such an emotional wreck that awful evening after Brad's assault that it was hours before she'd remembered to douche. Then she'd begun plumbing her bruised depths with a vengeance, but feared it was already too late; and upon observing she might possibly do herself an injury if she didn't cease her fierce efforts, she tossed the bag aside and prayed for the guardian-angel of Planned Parenthood to keep her seedless and barren. Then promptly forgot the horrendous prospect of Brad Grogan's issue blossoming within her.
But it was in there, all right. His. Brad's calling-card and no mistake. Had to be. Black-haired, swarthy-faced Brad with his black-Irish Greek ancestry. There hadn't been a brunette in the family for centuries. Whose picture of her side of the family could she show David to prove from whence had sprung his black-haired child?
Well, there was nothing for it but to have this baby and somehow brainwash David into believing it was his own. He'd always jumped through all of her hoops before, so there was no reason to suppose he'd suffer a lapse in such reflex-conditioning now. If anything, he seemed more agreeable than ever. She couldn't remember when he'd been so passive and pliable. And he was so spent from some new assignment they'd given him at the office that he'd even cancelled his evening classes at U.C. However, he hadn't asked her to stop attending her fictitious book-club meetings two nights a week. On the other hand, he appeared to welcome those evening hours to himself, basking indolently on the divan, watching the children and the TV through half-closed eyes. The final settling-process, Linda supposed, although he seemed sadly young for such vegetation. Yet, this put him in a perfect frame of mind for her to start molding his psyche in advance. There had to be some way to get him to expect a black-haired, black-eyed baby.
She felt an urgent need to discuss this predicament with someone close. She thought instantly of Joyce and tried to visualize her old friend's horrified reaction to learn that she, Linda, had not only been more-or-less raped by her ex-husband, but was about to have his child, which, in a sense, would make her, Joyce, an ex-stepmother.
One morning it occurred to Linda that there was someone to go to, someone warm and understanding. Oh yes!.. the empathic confidante, the tolerant one. Darlene Morrison. She'd tell her what to do.
That morning Linda drove to an isolated phone-booth (would she ever be able to make a phone call from her own home again?) and called her new friend, telling her she had a serious problem she wanted to discuss with her. Darlene immediately assumed she was in some deep venereal trouble and promptly gave her the name of a discreet doctor… "Anything to keep you out of that Gestapo city-clinic on Chase Street. I swear, every time I go there they make me feel like I've just defected from the whole human race, just because I caught a little virus…"
"Oh no, you're quite wrong, Darlene," Linda laughed a bit nervously, "it's nothing like that. Although, in a way, I suppose it is something like that, depending on how you look at it."
"Hmmm… that sounds like I'd better have a look at it, darlin', and fast. You want to come over now?" It was eleven a.m. "It's a good time for me, Linda, because I'm due at the nursery at one, and tonight I'm doing three shows. Fridays are wild for me!"
Linda still found it difficult to adjust to Darlene's schizoid job-activities: co-managing a day-nursery five afternoons a week, and dancing topless on Broadway every weekend. "You're sure I won't be disturbing you?" said Linda.
"Hell no, baby, I'm on my second cup of coffee already. You can join me for half a dozen more. 'Course, we can't talk too loud, 'cause Johnny's got the swing-shift this week and he's still in the bedroom, snorin' his li'l ol' adenoids off!" Darlene's husband was a part-time merchant-marine and truck-driver; a big and power-fully-sexed simple soul.
"All right, dear," said Linda. "I'll see you in thirty minutes or so…"
And in an hour's time Linda had told Darlene the whole story, seated comfortably in the girl's cozy and attractive living-room and finishing her third cup of coffee. Darlene had been listening intently, smoking endless cigarettes and refilling her coffee cup. The lovely girl looked tawny and appealing in a loose-fitting robe of amber tulle, her lustrous auburn hair falling in soft cascades about her shoulders, the firm conical mounds of her breasts quite discernible under the filmy garment. What a strikingly beautiful creature she is, thought Linda; even more so because of the dusky golden bronze of her coloring. She also decided that Darlene was surely the most feminine woman she'd ever known. And yet, as she reviewed some of the intensity of their group-encounters, she found it damnably confusing that any girl this feminine could display such overt lesbian tendencies; especially since she seemed to be absolutely mad about her husband, both physically and romantically. Could wise old Freud and Kraft-Ebbing have been wrong after all when they pedantically discussed rigid patterns and syndromes of sexual behavior? And if they were mistaken, it meant that to deviate was healthy and universal, though not in the Catholic sense, of course. Oh dear!.. It was all too new and baffling for Linda Fortune.
And now, having fallen silent, she felt the girl's eyes probing hers. "Honey, do you know one thing?… I am on to you!"
"What do you mean by that?" asked Linda.
"You think I'm gonna advise you to get an abortion. That's really why you came here, girl, and that's what you want to hear, now isn't it?"
This took Linda by surprise, because she hadn't given a thought to what Darlene might suggest, but had simply wanted to unburden herself. "No, Darlene, believe me, you're quite wrong. Even if I were capable of such an act, there would be too many risks involved. I might never be able to have any more children, for one thing…"
Darlene gave her a speculative appraisal, as if to determine her sincerity. "Honey, you just said the right thing to the right person," she said, her face suddenly aglow with a warm smile. "Because listen, girl, I do not hold with abortion. It's against everything I stand for and dream about. I adore kids… I mean I really love them. That's why I've gotta work around 'em every day. You see, Johnny and me… we can't have kids. It's me, and it's purely physical, or glandular or whatever-the-hell they want to call it. Darlin', I cannot produce to save my soul, and I'm here to tell ya we have tried everything from hormones to voodoo to inhaling the bottled-breath of five trapped virgins… (that's a brand new one, hot from Europe!) All of which is one of the many reasons why my Johnny's such a sweet livin' doll of a husband, because… if he wanted to blast out on his own he could populate the whole Bay Area with all that juicy equipment he's got goin' for him-you dig?"
Smiling, Linda nodded, vividly recalling some of the plunging sessions which she, Darlene and Brad had managed with the heftily-built Johnny Morrison. Those many hours and moments had caused Linda to believe strongly in a nationwide program of 'Sex Education For Adults,' proving conclusively that one's body can go on living after marriage.
"Believe me, Darlene, I love children too, and my only reason for coming here today was just to talk to someone sympathetic…"
Moving with a sublime ease and grace, Darlene leaned forward and slipped her arms around Linda. "Sweet Stuff, you are so pretty. And I'll bet you haven't any idea how it excites me to make love to a girl who's given birth, to feel a beautiful woman's body that has achieved something mine can never do. My God, honey, it's like I'm holdin' all my dreams in my arms at once!"
For Linda, this was another surprise. Or had she secretly expected to hear these personal declarations… even hoped for it? It was the first time the two women had touched when there were no men present to give them their heterosexual of approval. Without Brad and Johnny taking part, these desires took the form of isolated acts and thus seemed far more unnatural and perverse. Their behavior would now be termed exclusively homosexual, whereas in a group they could always claim they were just being hot for whoever got their men hot, whether the origin of this stimulus be male or female.
But like this? No, there was too much divorcement from all social reality, too much danger… and too great a commitment involved. However, as Linda started to pull away she saw Darlene's winsome face move, in closer to hers, then felt the girl's soft warm lips caressing her own… light, fluttery dabs that took all the fear away, and by so doing, released Linda's most needful responses until she found herself giving into the gentle instinct, letting the kiss build to a sweetly full-mouthed completion… as once more the power of nearness and immediacy took all the worry out of making love…
Darlene moved back, her eyes luminous as she grinned. "Little Mommy… little fountain of babies!" She patted Linda's still-flat abdomen. "How many will this make?"
"Oh my God!.. four!" gasped Linda, her worries quickly returning.
"Oooh darling', ain't that grand!" Darlene was delighted. "Do you have any pictures of your kids? You know, small snapshots you carry in your billfold?"
Linda dug in her purse and yanked out her miniature wallet-sized gallery. Then watched the idyllic expression on Darlene's face as she carefully viewed each picture, asking questions, full of enthusiasm and interest. "Oh Linda, they are so gorgeous! You think maybe I could see 'em some time?"
Linda stiffened in her seat. Had that question been as innocent as it sounded, or was there a subtly veiled threat hidden in those words? How could she explain this vivid-looking topless dancer suddenly visiting her in Hillsborough?
Darlene was watching her with a quiet smile, and when she spoke her tone was more subdued, almost polite. "Maybe some morning you could drive Janice and Larry to Golden Gate Park and I could meet you there."
Linda gave her a look of deep gratitude. "Yes, that would be easy to manage. And I know they'd enjoy it too." However, Linda could not shake the thought that this girl might one day appear at her home, unexpectedly. And now she considered the possibility of blackmail, wondering if she'd been imprudent to confess the truth about her pregnancy. What in the world would she do if Darlene threatened to tell the facts to everyone who mattered? David, her parents, her friends. She'd have to meet all her demands to prevent this, probably supporting her and Johnny for the rest of their lives…
"What's your problem now, Sweet-Stuff?" Darlene inquired coolly. "Have you told me everything?" Then, with a chuckle, "Or is that what you're afraid of, that you've told me too much?"
"No, Darlene… I… I was thinking of Brad. I'd never want him to know about this baby… that it was his, I mean. He's the one I'm afraid of. Because he would talk, you know, let it slip out some day, and… well, it would be a mess…"
Darlene took a thoughtful sip of her coffee, then gazed down at her hands for a moment. "I'd never tell him, Linda…" slowly gazing upwards until her eyes met Linda's. "I don't spill the beans to anybody, and baby, you won't have to do me no favors to keep me quiet…" then her face broke into a flashing smile, "except maybe to let me see those sweet kids of yours…"
Linda met her gaze and held it; then fully returned her smile, at once ashamed of her suspicions. This girl was so wonderfully warm and perceptive, how could she have been so stodgy or trite to think her capable of extortion? "You're a very sweet person, Darlene," she said, taking the girl's hand, "and I hope with all my heart that you'll have children of your own some day. But… well, my only problem now is that my husband will surely know this baby isn't his the moment he lays eyes on it…"
"Oh shoot, girl, not if you lie real good and keep lyin' 'til your dyin' day!"
Linda chuckled at this flare of vehemence. "But their coloring is so completely opposite. Brad's so Latin and dark, but David's very blond, and so am I…"
Darlene burst into a wild seizure of laughter. "Oh honey, this is a little too much, you comin' to me with a color-problem, but wait a minute here… let me think. Why can't you just tell him it's an accident of nature? Sure, happens every day. Dig up some statistics and case-histories and have them ready for him. Most happily married guys believe what they want to believe anyway, unless they've got some real evidence to the contrary. Your husband doesn't have any idea you've been cattin' around, does he?"
"Well… he's been rather quiet and withdrawn lately, but no… I'm sure he doesn't suspect anything that's happened to me, for David's an adorably trusting soul. It's simply that Brad's his very best friend, so I'm sure he'll see the resemblance…"
Without the least warning, Darlene reached over and pulled Linda in her arms, giving her a fierce and passionate kiss on the mouth. "Now honey, you just shut that tasty mouth of yours, because you are a worry-wart, and what I mean is you have got to think positive. Tell me one thing, Linda: you want to have this baby?"
A bit flustered by this onslaught, Linda tried to gather her wits. "Well… Let's say I wouldn't do anything not to have it."
"Then by God, girl, you have it!.. and to hell with what anyone thinks! Whatever comes to his mind, a guy like your David would keep it to himself, just to preserve your home and your solid way of life."
"Right," said Linda, wondering how the girl could be so uncannily accurate about a man she'd never met. "David is like that. See no evil, do no evil…" The way she, Linda, had been, only two months ago. Before her birth?
Linda now gave a start as Darlene's hand crept slowly up her thigh. She gripped Darlene's hand and held it still. "Please no… not here!"
"Where would you suggest, honey, Union Square?"
"No, Darlene… I'm sorry. It just doesn't feel right, like this, I mean…"
"You're not afraid of waking Johnny, are you? He sleeps like a rock."
"But that's just it," said Linda, still clutching the girl's hand on her thigh. "I'd probably feel better if he were awake and… and watching us…"
With a knowing grin, Darlene leaned forward and softly brushed her lips against Linda's, then glanced down at her watch. "Tell you what, hon. Johnny's alarm goes off at twelve-thirty, which is exactly ten minutes from now. So why don't we let him wake up the way nature intended? Know what I mean? Let him Walk in here and find us beautifully involved and naked on this couch."
Linda drew in her breath, at once terribly frightened and excited by this idea. "But how can we be sure of his reaction, Darlene? I mean… if it's so unexpected, something he hadn't planned?"
"Darlin', that boy is at his horniest when he wakes up, so believe me, whatever he does, we will get the full benefit."
"Oh no, we'd better not…"
"Honey, we've now got nine minutes rehearsal time before big Johnnie comes marchin' in here and sees us in action." Darlene rose and slipped out of her robe, and Linda's mouth fell open as she gazed up at this girl's svelte and magnificent body… a dancer's body, disciplined and lithe of limb and hip, but with breasts like marble globes, full and tan and pink-crested. Linda's eyes now gazing downward to the black bushy patch that softly shielded the furry sweet-scented crease between Darlene's thighs, and Linda saw the beckoning there, saw the vulnerable dew… her throat going parched and dry, her tongue moving out over her lips as she licked, but shook her head. "No, Darlene, I know what you want, and I can't. I admit I love it when you do it… but I could never… bring myself… oh… never…" Still staring there.
"Sweetie, you are makin' such a big boo-boo by just sittin' there thinking about it, when all you have to do is get undressed and let me plant you where I need you…"
Linda rose and stood very near the girl, then pressed in closer, yearning to feel the heat and undulance of those naked breasts against her body… loving their spongy resilience as they touched her bodice. Darlene reached behind and unzipped Linda's dress. Then, her fingers deft and speedy, off came the slip and bra and panties. Now, at last, these two lovely young women stood naked and near… "We're the same height, baby," murmured Darlene, the girls' eyes gazing downward at the throb-dangled fullness of their tan and ivory breasts. "Look how we match! We're a set!"
Four fat full breasts now touched at their crests, hardening nipple-duets in taut tender salute… pushing, rubbing… clinging founts of girl-flesh blending into one. And like a whip across their backs, this lacerating sting of desire set the two women off, as now Linda could see herself doing anything this girl asked of her… oh to please her and have her and share with her in this mindless needing moment, without any thought of vanity or ego or social taboos… to devour the heat of her, now!
… In each others' arms and swiftly beholden, the girls in their seething lure… devoid of words and inarticulate as they clung and toyed and fondled, mouths dipped in the brief fast clutching kisses that were many and furious. Girls swaying and weaving where they stood, now dropping onto the divan, long supple flurry of legs entwined, lotion-soft womanly fingers kneading and searching… "Oh God, girl, you're fantastic!" said Darlene. "Urnmm, sweet Mama-belly, it's so good to feel your hot little baby-factory bouncin' all over my body!" Linda whimpered softly in anticipation as she felt the girl's hot mouth begin its moistured journeying… Darlene lowering her head and taking a fat, fruit-ripened breast in her mouth, sucking it gently, and then letting her sharp teeth scrape against the nipple… With a tigerish pitch of her body, the ravenous Negress dipped lower on Linda's body, letting her tongue glide slickly from her navel downward… her lips a fiery swarm as they edged slowly lower… lower, trickling, enraging… "Oh damn you, Darlene! Hurry, hurry!.. You know what I love…!" Until at last Darlene's mouth found the haven it hungered for, her hands now spreading those sweet lady-thighs to let her tongue dip and enter… lips forming their artful pressures into an endless swirling kiss… as Linda groaned and raised up to watch the girl's sensuous nuzzling mouth so deeply planted there… all thoughts of revulsion leaving her now as she felt that quivering hot tongue go searching inside of her… eyes peering at Darlene's luscious jangling breasts that bounced and wobbled as she sucked. Linda now shuddering and biting her lips as she felt her clitoris come to life, felt that pulling throb of lips surrounding it… and… oooohhhh! That sweet headless source of all passion which only another woman could match or share or comprehend… Secrets and juices and hubs which men can only lick but never duplicate… Linda groaning and gasping more feverishly as her body became a boiling mass of desire… "Ahh no, not yet… it's too lovely, Darlene… too soon!" She reached down and grabbed the girl's hair, a gesture that told Darlene that this was the most propitious moment to strike. She did a fast pirouette off the couch and reversed her position, lying on top of Linda so that her velvety-bronze thighs were spread out over the girl's face, while Darlene swept her face back between Linda's legs and thirstily let her mouth resume its softly lapping position… Linda moaning out with the stabbing lunges of Darlene's scooping tongue… Ummm! Linda gazing headily upwards at the lush vista of intimacy and female, her hands now swarming over the mounds of Darlene's buttocks, clutching and pulling the satiny flesh down low… aromas electric and intoxicating… black-forested crotch dipping in at her mouth… ahhh!.. moistures so rampant and ready, as Linda sighed and consigned herself to all the dark purgatory-pits that yawned and pleaded and with a cry, she pressed those yearning vaginal lips to her own, shyly kissing them at first, then nibbling; her lips softly experimental in new succulence… tongue lurking stealthily inside… and then it happened! Linda at once grew incensed with the tangy flavors and sauces, gripping Darlene's buttocks and pulling in as much of this fresh feast as she could manage… now avidly sucking and draining and moaning, for it tasted like new summer rain against her lips and how she loved those randy lust-showers '… wanting more and more… unnn!.. Lifting those ivory-cream cheeks higher, then jamming all of this new-found treat into her mouth… the girls now a writhing duet of gasps and gulping sobs as they sucked… not even hearing Johnny's alarm-clock when it went off. But a moment later he appeared, huge and lumbering in the doorway of his bedroom. And gaped at the revolving girl-dipped orgy that whirled and pumped on his divan… his big, all-night spike of an erection bursting through the opening of his pajamas. "Holy Smoke!" he roared. "Look who's comin' for breakfast!" Then he slowly ambled towards them, jolly blond giant starting to trickle and salivate already, because look at… look at the sight of them…! Aw man, all that flowin' soup and me without a ladle…! He stood directly above them now, staring greedily at those flailing white-and-tan thighs and cushiony ass-flesh. Johnny was an enormous, barrel-chested man in his late thirties, with a pugnacious jutting jaw and a severe blond crew-cut, and while he had no history of any respiratory ailments, he was finding it hard to get his breath at the moment… his tongue darting back and forth across his rugged fleshy mouth. He pulled the drawstring on his pajamas and let the pants drop, his powerful fat weapon thumping out in full view. Linda tried to pull her mouth away from its oozing feast, but it had just occurred to her that no babies would ever pass that barren portal, a thought that so filled her with emotion that she began to suck more ardently than ever… and besides, what could she say to Johnny anyway, once her mouth was free, since it was rather late for social graces or apologies. However, as it turned out, she needn't have considered the amenities at all, for Johnny pressed his wife's squirming ass down hard against Linda's face once more, making it easier for her to continue her juicy initiation… "Aw Christ!.. it's like I'm havin' a big wet dream right in my own living room," his burly fingers now working up and down on his huge, moistening rod. Suddenly he uttered a hoarse growling sound and swooped down at them, lowering his big face between his wife's rearing buttocks and madly beginning to kiss the velvety flesh, a look of sublime bestiality in his eyes as he got a closer view of Linda's sexy lips in their feverish crotch-dipped action, ahhh!.. pussy feed in' on pussy, and both such perfect little beauties! To Johnny, this was pure and fluid poetry and he meant to get in on it… as now he watched Linda's lovely blue eyes gazing upwards to see his big Nordic mouth nearing the slit-center between Darlene's flaring cheeks… watched those giant-hands clutch and spread and saw his flicking tongue dive deep into the brownish-rosy nub of Darlene's anus, until Johnny's lips were busily buried there, entreating, making love… as Linda had to seize Darlene about the hips to keep her from pitching them off the couch, for the frenzied Negress now began to twitch and groan as she felt that lapping chorus of hot mouths so sealed and kissing at her bottom… two licking searing tongues filling all her vacancies and needs… as she continued to suck and digest Linda's delectable juices with a wild voracity… Linda gulping and licking as she watched Johnny's mouth swirling and digging between the voluptuous buttocks above her.
Johnny rose up, panting and disheveled, pulling off his pajama-tops. Then he reached out his two enormous arms and rolled both girls bodily off the couch, maintaining their locked position until he had twirled them in a complete circle, and then settled them carefully on the floor, with Darlene's legs still straddled over Linda's face, as the Negro girl dutifully continued to dine on her appealing guest. Now Johnny had the freedom and space he wanted, and he licked his lips as he saw Darlene's sweet round ass pointed up and out for an easy entry. Kneeling behind his wife, he hoisted her rump in a most felicitous position, then shoved an enormous TV-cushion under Linda's head so that she could still reach high enough to remain glued to her bubbly confection. Then Johnny aimed his thick throbbing weapon inwards at the moistened crease of Darlene's tawny cheeks, only a few precipitous inches above the beautiful clit-locked emollience of Linda's mouth, as slowly he eased his eager rod up… and in… and digging, until the head of it was clamped by the vise-like valve at the opening, Darlene writhing and groaning more fiercely as she sucked… until with one quick single hip-thrust, Johnny went charging fully up his wife's quivering, pulverizing rectum… oohmmm!.. so tight and clenching… and… "Ahhhhh!.. MotheraGod, is this the end! Oooh baby, it feels so damned lovable in… so wild…!" He gripped Darlene by the shoulders and pulled her down hard on his plummeting spear, then pressed his wife's face deeper between Linda's squirming thighs, hungrily watching those sensual girl-sucking formations of lips and tongue and growing more incensed by what he saw, as he fucked and rammed more deeply into her… Linda whipped into hotter frenzies by the cuddly hot slapping of his balls against her hair as she gazed up at that huge battering husband-cock embedding itself so thickly in and out of the flesh that she, too, was devouring. They heard the throat-scraping howls from Darlene, her body bucking and thrashing… as Linda felt the thunderous beginnings of her own orgasm even as the passion-crazed Negro girl convulsively jerked her body and let loose her precious streams, a veritable cloudburst surging past Linda's arms… and the girl gagged in the hot-drowning swarm and wasn't ready, but was coming now herself… trembling and spurting and gasping and sucking and ooooh!.. yes, coming…! So Linda let it happen like that… sipped and sobbed and welcomed these fresh tart, flows of debauchery… wallowing in this exotic mixture of slime and quicksilver… the serum and stuff of life… ahhh!.. see how the dear humanity-droppings for spraying and draining down the throat of married-lady-virgin to take root there and make her a part of everybody who gasps and pours into the flesh-receptacles of mother… at last, for Linda, the blending belonging link to fit the chain… as now she heard the violent storm of Johnny's thudding climax, glancing above her to watch that awesome final spectacle-plunge… and oh God, what drama this man gave to his orgasm, what a wailing breast-beating sweep to the performance… like something grand and operatic, as if a whole band of executioners had arrived to drag him screaming to the gallows… and Linda realized that they had all clung exquisitely together in this surging tide, gone under and dissolved in their mutual lust-swamps. Ahh, but more than the three of them, she reminded herself; for Brad Grogan was also here and accounted for. His feisty little embryo locked and taking seed deep in the tongued-out womb of her. Oh, impudent little bastard-amoeba had no doubt felt the tip of Darlene's zealous tongue… infant's first weaning, and God, what an appropriate start for the son of a rapist!
… Bodies still clenched and fondling on that morning breakfast-floor… limbs akimbo, mouths red and full-blown from thankful indulgence… communal flesh still sighing out the tributes… gone moist and becalmed in quenched harvest…
… I am emptied, thought Linda… and at last fulfilled.
Later that day she thought of her pregnancy again, and made the big decision. If David did not want this baby, she would give it to Darlene, sign it over to her at birth.
Then she made the mistake of telling the girl this the very next day.