Charity showed her disappointment in her quick frown of disapproval and her dull, "Oh…"
Quickly, he added, "But, not for long…"
"Why a-are you going… l-leaving me a-alone…?"
"Damn it, Char!" he snapped. "You'll be all right! I've got to find a way to get us out of here… for good!"
On impulse, then, he leaned down and kissed her, quickly, full on the mouth. She was taken by surprise. She gasped, "D-Don…"
"Now, get off my back… and be sure to stay in your room!"
Donnie didn't really know why he had kissed her, but there was a strong feeling in him, at that instant, that he loved his sister more than anything else in the world.
… And, he knew, in the back of his mind, that there was a strong element of danger in what he planned to do. He thrilled to it. There was a challenge in the danger of it.
He left her sitting there, perplexed and puzzled and went directly to his own room, locking the door, securely, behind him. Swiftly, he took the snub-nosed.38 from its hiding place and slipped it into his waistband, put on his jacket and stocking cap and left the house through the back door.
Striding to his big motorcycle he started it and swept out of the driveway to roar off down the street toward the avenue. Damn it! I hated to leave her there… but I don't know any other way to do it!
Ray Donahue came to the door, only after Don had rung the doorbell several times, then leaned on it, hard, in one continuous ring.
"Don… like don't make so much noise, man! What do you want… this time of night?"
Looking at the tall youth, critically, Don knew, on the instant, that Ray was stoned… probably on pot.
"Well… like what are you toked up on, Ray?"
Elaborately, the other invited him in and closed the door, before answering, "I got me some hash, man… the best!"
"And you're stoned… all by yourself?"
"Of course… man except for little old Marcia…"
"Marcia… who?"
"Just little old me… Marcy Lunceford…"
Don was startled by her voice, but was, instantly, agape with surprise when he turned to see her. She was completely nude as she walked from the hallway into the living room and lowered herself to the sofa, stretching out on it and arranging herself, provocatively, sure of her impact on him. She went on, then, "Come on over here, lover boy… I want to see you close up…"
He gulped; the memory of her that night, in her yard, came flashing back to him. She was even more beautiful than he had remembered.
Sitting down beside her, he said, "Okay here I am, now what?"
Marcy ran a trailing hand over his thigh. She smiled a tight, coy little smile and said, "Ray's been telling me some interesting little things about you…"
"That right?" he said with some nonchalance… but his heart skipped a beat. "Like what?" He glanced up at Ray in time to catch him trying to signal Marcy to silence.
If she saw, she chose to ignore it, as she went on, "Oh, things…"
Ray broke in, then, saying, "Want to join us, Don? The party's just starting… and I've got some more hash… What do you say, man?"
"Maybe… like…" He turned back to Marcy and reached out to a full-rounding, naked breast, his hand cupping and caressing, her pink nipple coming to instant, alert erection. He took the berry-like bud between his fingers and squeezed it, hard. She winced and tried to pull away.
"Oh! That hurts!"
Leaning over, his mouth at her ear, he gritted in a low, deadly voice, "That's just for starters! I can think of lots more… so you want to start telling me all those interesting little things Ray's been telling you… about me?!"
"N-No…!" she said, loudly.
In a narcotic haze, Ray had sat down, heavily, into an upholstered chair; now, he struggled to his feet and said, "What the hell's going on?"
"Nothing…" Don said, mildly, innocently.
"He's th-threatening me… trying to make me tell… wh-what you…" Marcy started.
"Shut up, Marcy!" the tall youth shouted. "… Anyway, I didn't say anything… that wasn't the truth."
"You did tell her, though?" Don choked. "You lousy son-of-a-bitch!"
Don was on his feet, instantly, a red veil of anger in his snapping eyes. He balled his fists and attacked with fury. Two hard-swinging blows brought the gangly youth down. Ray fell, heavily, to the floor, blood welling from nose and mouth. He was unconscious.
Don looked down on his crumpled figure, contemptuously, "Some Goddamned friend you turned out to be… you bastard!"
Turning back to Marcy, he grunted, "You ready… now?"
She looked at him in wide-eyed terror. "Y-You won't h-hurt me?"
"Start talking, bitch!"
She put on a fetching smile, stood to her feet and came across the living room to him. Her arms went around him and she lifted her mouth to him to be kissed. Damn! She was desirable… but he would not allow himself to be distracted… yet.
Her naked loins undulated against the growing bulge inside his jeans, and unconsciously, his arms went around her, his hands grasping a white, smoothly rounded buttock in each. He dug in, hard, the satiny flesh rolling out in ridges between his strong fingers. Her hips jerked in toward him, and lie held her tight while she writhed up against him.
He grated in her ear, "Later with the sex… Right now, you're telling me all that louse told you!"
Marcy gasped, "He d-didn't tell me v-very much…"
Suddenly, Don raised one hand and gave her a short, hard smack on her full, rounded buttocks. "What?" he demanded.
"OOooh! P-Please, don't h-hurt me…! I'll tell you! H-He said that you're l-laying your s-sister, Charity… a-and that b-both of y-you fucked h-her… at the s-same t-time…"
"Is that all?"
"Y-Yes… that's all except he w-was bragging about how he d-did it…" she added.
"Now, listen!" Don ground out at her, holding her out at arm's length, his hands grasping her arms above the elbows. "Don't ever tell anybody else… or by God, I'll…" He didn't finish. He was not sure what he could do… short of beating her — or killing her — to keep her quiet. It was a monstrous thought, and he recoiled from it.
"Or you'll wh-what…?" she trembled.
Her beautiful, naked body, quivering in his grasp, suddenly inflamed and incited him. Goddamn it! He had to have her!
"I'll show you, you bitch! I'm going to fuck you… until you can't walk straight!"
Marcy's eyes smoldered with instant desire. "Maybe y-you can… and maybe you c-can't!" she challenged.
The memory of the vicious, humiliating beating Don had suffered because of this girl turned him mean and hard. This was his chance! He'd even the score, once and for all.
"Don't be so damned smug about it… because you're going to get it rammed up into that teasing little belly of yours like you've never had it before!"
With a sudden movement which took her completely by surprise, Don caught her by one wrist, as he released her upper arms, and twisted her arm behind her, turning her so that her back was toward him. Holding the armlock, he walked her down the hall and into the master bedroom, the same one he had been in with Charity and Ray during the afternoon.
Marcy's automatic reaction was to cry out, but as she started to scream, Don clamped a hand over her mouth, while it was still in her throat. "Not one sound, bitch!" he commanded.
He flung her headlong into a heap on the big bed. Instinctively, she curled herself into a protective ball. She didn't know what to expect from him… a beating… or sexual ravishment. He was acting like a madman.
Then Don stepped back and stripped off his jacket. The butt of the.38 stuck in the waistband of his jeans attracted her attention; her eyes rounded in real fright. He saw her reaction at the sight of the gun and reached down to remove it. Holding it up to her he chortled, "Nice… huh? It's a great little equalizer! Nobody'll ever get the chance to beat me up, again… like Jack Roberts and his goons!"