Wheezing for air, she writhed and thrashed. Toby liked how the rough movements made her oily body rub against him. And he really liked how her breasts lurched and swung.
Chapter Forty-three
When they finished with Sherry, every exposed scratch and abrasion gleamed with a layer of Neosporin and her body was a patchwork of bandages.
“That it?” Sherry asked.
Pete and Jeff slowly circled her, looking her over.
“I think we got everything,” Pete said.
“And then some,” Jeff added.
“Thanks.” Sherry hobbled over to the chair, turned her back to it, grabbed its plastic arms and eased herself down. “Can somebody…run and get the bikini for me?”
Pete and Jeff looked at each other.
“You get it,” Jeff said.
“I got it last time.”
“Whoever brings it,” Sherry said, “gets to put it on me.”
Before Pete could speak a word, Jeff blurted out, “Me!”
Sherry laughed, then winced.
Jeff ran into the house.
Pete looked at Sherry. She smiled. “Wanta do me a favor?” she asked.
“Anything.”
“I’m hurting.”
Pete grimaced. “I’m sorry. I know you must be…in awful pain.”
“Can you get me something for it?”
“Aspirin? I thought of that earlier, but it’s a blood thinner.”
“I was thinking more like…”
“Tylenol?”
“Booze. Do your parents keep any around?”
“Sure. I’m not supposed to fool around with it, but…”
“I don’t want to get you in any trouble.”
“No, that’s all right. This is sort of an emergency.”
“Is for me,” she said.
“We’ve got just about everything. My dad believes in keeping a well-stocked bar. So what’ll it be?”
“Know how to make a Bloody Mary?”
“Sure. I’ve seen Dad do it.”
“I could sure use something like that.”
“Fine. Do you want to come in the house or stay here?”
“Here’s good.”
“Okay. I’ll be right back.”
He smiled and nodded. As he backed away, he realized she would probably be wearing the bikini by the time he returned.
Might never see her like this again.
But he couldn’t just stand here and gape at her forever, so he turned away.
“Wait,” she said. “Pete?”
He stopped and looked back at her.
“Do you have a phone I can use?”
“Sure. I’ll bring it right out.”
“Thanks.”
Nodding and smiling, he again turned away. The glass door was still open. He stepped into the living room. As he picked up the handset of the cordless remote phone, Jeff came striding in, swinging the bikini by his side. He had a spring in his step. He seemed hugely cheerful. “What’s up?” he asked.
“Getting her the phone.”
Jeff halted. “Oh really? Whoops.” Leaning sideways, he peered out the door. Then he whispered, “Conference,” and waved for Pete to follow him.
They hurried into the hallway.
“What?” Pete asked.
“Who does she wanta call?”
“How should I know?”
“And you’re just gonna give her the phone?”
“She wants to make a call, not take it home with her.”
“Well shit, man. She’s probably gonna ask somebody to come and pick her up.”
“Maybe.”
“That happens, we lose her.”
“Yeah, so?”
“What do you mean, ‘yeah, so?’ You don’t want her leaving any more than I do.”
“She has every right to leave.”
“I know, I know.”
“What do you want to do, keep her prisoner?”
“I’d love to.” He leered. “Ooooo, yes.”
“Well, forget it.”
“I know, I know. What do you think I am?”
“A horny pervert.”
“Fuckin’-A right, and so are you. Man! Wouldn’t you just love to…”
“Knock it off, Jeff. Don’t even think about it.”
“How can I not think about it. I can’t think about anything else. Bet you can’t, either.”
“Yeah, well…”
“Oh, man, I’m achin’.”
“Yeah, well, so am I.”
“We can’t let her leave.”
“We don’t even know she wants to leave yet. Or who she wants to call. All I know is she wants to use the phone and I’m taking it to her.”
“You’re gonna blow it, man.”
“I’m gonna do whatever she asks me to do. As far as I’m concerned, she’s the boss.”
“Sure, fine. But right now, you know, she’s all ours. Your mom and dad won’t be home till tomorrow night. Nobody knows she’s here. There’s just the three of us.”
“Yeah, but…”
“We could at least keep her overnight.”
“Not if she wants to leave.”
“I don’t say we use force or anything, but if we can get her to stay somehow…Wouldn’t it be great? Just imagine. You’d really have something to write about.”
“Let’s just see how it goes,” Pete said. “If she wants to stay here, fine. If not…” He shrugged. “It’s up to her.”
“Just remember this, man. When she does go, we’re never gonna see her again. It’ll be ‘thanks for the help’ and adios forever.”