"Good idea," Rodney said, sitting down with Tanya, toying with the SLR camera that he took everywhere with him. "I've had some pretty good advances myself lately. I dashed off the story and sent it to TIME. You're going to be the most famous lawman since J. Edgar Hoover within a few days, and I'm going to be out of debt."
"Lucky you," Clete said, taking an indolent drag on his cigarette. "But I won't be getting married until I've made at least one kill."
Lucky Nancy, Tanya thought, noticing the way his huge penis lay down against the inside of his left leg, the head delineated through the fabric of his trousers. It was huge! No woman could take that. Though when she thought of Bruno and Lobo, she admitted there was a rivalry. Funny that Clete should be chasing the other two biggest dicks in the county.
"Like a drink?" Clete asked, going to a cupboard behind the counter.
"Are you on duty?" Rodney asked.
Clete winked. "I got a duty to the man who's made me famous," he said, pouring Scotch liberally into some glasses.
Lobo ran at the head of his three younger offspring, Dusty, Sandy, and Bruno along a trail they had found a few days before. It was not a trail that a man would see, for it was a scent trail, and they were following the familiar scent of a human female, a scent they knew fairly well, harking back to the time among the big rocks near the Pace mansion where they had hurriedly enjoyed this female, and where they had also met the kind male who worked at the church. They were in rut, as usual, and the scent of the woman drew them toward what they expected would lead to gratification.
They broke suddenly into a large clearing among the trees and Lobo skipped aside to avoid falling into a deep hole beside a mound of earth. There was a shovel there, and a pair of gloves lay nearby, where the woman's scent was strongest. They sniffed and looked around, but were disappointed that there were no soft female buttocks to mount and no wet and fragrant female hole to sink their throbbing canine penises into. Their search had been tiring and they lay down there to rest. Soon it would be time to seek food, either from the young woman living down at the blonde female's house, or from Lobo's original mistress in another locale. If the doors were closed there, then they would have to hunt for a sheep or another animal. Or some carrion.
But right now they would rest.
Mark Denning drove a bit over the speed limit on his way back from Buchanan's house. He had been driving all that day, starting early in the morning, for an important meeting, but when he got there at 11:00 AM, he had found the big man in an agitated state, screaming imprecations over the phone, railing at his butler Nigel, picking up ringing phones, screaming more imprecations, slamming the receiver down, and calling for his secretary to get this or that man on the phone.
After fifteen minutes of that chaos, he had finally been nice enough to tell Mark that their appointment had been overridden by a huge crisis and that he would call him when things were sorted out.
Mark, ever responsible to his elected duties, got into his car and hurried off down the interstate, hoping to get back to Pickford's Meadows in time to deal with some things that now seemed quite mundane when compared to his new activities for the State Senate. He checked his watch and calculated that at his present speed he would arrive within two hours, perhaps less. Maybe there would even be time for a late lunch with DesirЋe, a bit of romance, and a chance for sex this evening. Did she need him as much as he needed her?
Priscilla braked her car in front of DesirЋe's home and sat there, trying to dominate the rage that, if she let it show, would spoil her plans. The Denning home was nice, though just a small three-bedroom and heavily mortgaged, a state that would alter for the better if Mark was elected.
She knocked on the door and waited a long time before DesirЋe opened. The blonde girl's face fell when she saw her nemesis standing there on the porch, and Priscilla was smiling so sweetly that her tender heart softened and she returned the smile, though a bit half-heartedly.
"Priss, what brings you here?"
"Just a friendly visit, Dez," Priscilla replied, stepping inside the door just a foot. "I was missing you."
DesirЋe was puzzled. "Missing me?"
"Yes, after our last evening together, I thought we had something special."
The innocent blonde blushed deeply and looked at the floor. "I-I didn't think we should be repeating that. It's not really my nature."
Priscilla touched DesirЋe's arm warmly. "Sweetheart, from the way it went, I thought it was completely in your nature."
"But-but you drugged me," the blonde protested.
"Not at all," Priscilla lied. "Unless you call pouring you a glass of wine drugging you. And, if my sharp nose doesn't deceive me, you do like wine."
DesirЋe, confused, looked up. "Would you like a glass?"
The older girl put her arm around DesirЋe's shoulders and walked with her into the small living room. "Sure, and we'll talk."
Priscilla got her glass of wine, but she hardly touched it, sitting across from DesirЋe and bringing up the subject of their last meeting, when the older girl had seduced the younger into a lesbian embrace which later gave way to sex with Clete when he had seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"I just don't remember all that well," DesirЋe said in a small voice. "But I wasn't raised that way. I know I didn't want to do those things."
"Neither did I," the other girl said, her eyes filling with crocodile tears. "But – Clete was blackmailing me, yes, me too. He said he wanted to fuck you and photograph you, so he could make it a regular thing and use you against Mark. He hates Mark. He'll use anyone and anything to destroy your husband. And, he's obsessed with you. Forget Nancy, he wants you, but he can't have you until Mark is out of the picture."
"He was blackmailing you?"
"Oh, yes."
"Is he still?"
Priscilla nodded in feigned distress. "Dez, we've got to stop him."
"But I stole the video, the other day. I destroyed it."
The older girl's eyes opened wide. "But didn't you know, darling. He's also got two rolls of still shots that he made me take. Don't you remember, or were you so turned on you couldn't see. He's got pictures of you that are every bit as bad as the video. Negatives, the lot."
DesirЋe's face dissolved into despair, and she covered her face with her hands. "Oh, no, Priss! I don't think I can bear it! What am I going to do?"
Priscilla put her hand on the girl's shoulder in sympathy, sitting close beside her on the couch, kissing her cheek like a Judas. "What are we going to do, Dez? He's got me as well."
The young blonde looked up. "He's got to be stopped. Mark can't know about what he made me do. He just can't!"
DesirЋe began to cry but the other girl hushed her. "Crying isn't going to get us anywhere, Dez. We've got to stop him ourselves."
"How?"
"We've got to go to him and threaten him. Make sure he knows that if he doesn't stop blackmailing us, he's going to go down all the way. Threaten to tell Nancy."
"But you said to forget Nancy."
"Maybe he doesn't feel the same for her as he does for you, Dez, but he knows he can't have you, and she's his only chance of respectability in this community. If he loses her and Mark gets him thrown out of his job, then he's in deep shit."
DesirЋe cringed at the coarse language. "He's got just as much to lose as we, doesn't he?"
"That's right, but he's got to know that we mean business."
"Priss!" DesirЋe exclaimed, remembering what the two young men had told her. "He killed that boy. Remember, the one they found in somebody's cow field? Clete killed him."
Priscilla stopped, her eyes narrowing. "How do you know."
"Because-because his brother told me. But he was sheriff, so he could cover it up and make it look like the dogs did it. He's an evil man, Priss, and I'm afraid of him."