“I'll tell you where they are.” As their car pulled up in front of his Ted inhaled real deep, he felt a bubbling pleasure in his bowels, a thrilling excitement. The thrill of the hunt, the entrapment, the kill. He opened his car door and stretched his massive frame up onto his feet, heavily booted feet, feet with toes curled in anger and crying to feel the smash of screaming guts. Len was the first to come trotting up, grinning, giving Ted the usual look of admiration and respect. Vic was close behind. “You saw them?” Len asked. Ted inhaled again, he had never felt so great in his life.
For once he was going to crack some heads with a reason, this wasn't going to be any barroom brawl, no this was the kind of thing men like him dream of. This was revenge. His powerful fists roared out with the power of the train which was at that moment speeding Dorothy and David away forever. Their room was small, clean, intimate. Dorothy said she needed some rest and pulled the flip-down bed out. David yawned too. She giggled and opened her slacks. She wore nothing underneath, nothing but splendid, bare flesh with a curly mound of blond fuzz. The blouse was just as complete, it was the only cover on her large, jutting breasts with the ripe, succulent nipples poking out at David's watching, admiring face. She climbed onto the white sheets of the bed and stretched her languid, warm body. “I guess I'll have to buy all new clothes,” she said. As David slid his nude body in next to hers and kissed each beckoning nipple he replied, “Not for wearing around our apartment, no way.” She hugged his head down to her soft breasts and sighed, “A new wardrobe, a new apartment, a new city.” “A new life,” David answered as her sweet nipple flowed into his kissing lips. “Do you think they'll frown on us riving together in New York?” she asked. “Hah!” “After all, we are brother and sister, some people gossip and let their imaginations run wild.” “Fine,” David answered. “But won't they disapprove? Will they do anything?” she asked. “In New York City they do only one thing, they let you live your life the way you want. They don't have the time to worry about you, they worry about themselves.” “I think I'll like it there.” David's hand rested on her heated crotch. “And here? How would you like it here?”
“Only if you're in there with me.”