GC-304 Lila's Sticky Lick-Box

CHAPTER ONE

Carol Palm woke lazily. She was ly­ing alone in her bed for a change and was nude, which 
was not un­usual at all. Her long legs par­ted, sep­ar­at­ing the lips of her cunt in the pro­cess
and her right hand auto­mat­ic­ally sought out her clit. She began mas­sa­ging the jut­ting 
but­ton fondly, feel­ing her juices start­ing to flow. She kept her green eyes closed, her black 
lashes ly­ing long and silky on her smooth cheeks. As her left hand reached up to her full 
breasts, she began strok­ing them, tweak­ing her pink nipples un­til they stood out rosy and 
perky. Her other hand between the lips of her cunt began mov­ing faster now and her head 
spun to­ward the memory of Lila, the girl she had seen in the gay bar last night.

Carol had wanted to talk to Lila, but it was al­most im­possible to even get close to her. 
She was so pretty, she was con­tinu­ously sur­roun­ded by other girls who kept her busily 
dan­cing un­til the bar closed.

Carol had sat at her table, star­ing at Lila and drink­ing her beer mor­osely. Once, she had 
ap­proached Lila in or­der to ask her to dance. Lila‘s blue eyes had flashed with in­terest, but 
just then an­other girl had in­ter­vened and Carol had slunk back to her table, feel­ing beaten.
Now, as her fin­gers ex­pertly flicked her thick­en­ing clit back and forth and up and down, 
Carol en­vi­sioned what it would be like to have Lila‘s tongue down there, suck­ing and 
lick­ing. Just the idea made Carol‘s hips rise off her bed in a frantic buck­ing mo­tion and a 
great hiss of air es­cape from her full lips. She had to meet Lila! She didn‘t know why she was 
so ob­sessed this way, but she was, and her de­sire for the beau­ti­ful strange girl filled her 
with a gnaw­ing sen­sa­tion that even her skill­ful fin­gers could not as­suage.

Lila! She cried si­lently, twist­ing and rock­ing her shapely hips from side to side, build­ing 
to­wards her cli­max. Oh Lila! Now Carol began shud­der­ing, bit­ing her lower lip, toss­ing 
her head back and forth on her pil­low, feel­ing her blood ra­cing faster and faster through 
her body. With her act­ive ima­gin­a­tion, it was as real as life to her that Lila was bring­ing 
these waves of pleas­ure that coursed through her young body. Then, with a fi­nal gasp, it was
over, and Carol‘s hips sank back down on her bed and her hand moved away from her 
throb­bing cunt. Though she would have liked to keep her hand there longer, the in­tens­ity 
of her or­gasm was so acute, it only brought her pain.

When a few minutes had passed, Carol swung her long legs over the side of the bed and 
stood up. Yawn­ing and stretch­ing, the sight she presen­ted would have given a Peep­ing 
Tom an eye­ful, should he have been able to scan the twenty stor­ies that sep­ar­ated Carol‘s 
body from the street. It was a bet­ter body than most twenty-three year old girls were 
for­tu­nate to have, and Carol knew it. She took great pride in her body, walk­ing in­stead of 
rid­ing and watch­ing her diet. The res­ults of this kind of care were ob­vi­ous even to the 
cas­ual ob­server, and Carol had her hands full, stav­ing off the leer­ing men who gaped after 
her as she pranced proudly along the Vil­lage streets, laugh­ing to her­self that they should 
be so ob­tuse as to de­sire her.

Carol only dug wo­men. Ever since high school she had pre­ferred a nice warm tongue to 
a stiff hard prick, and she doubted she would ever change. Nor did she want to change. In 
fact, the only thing right now about her life that Carol would change, would be the in­ser­tion 
of Lila into her life.

When she fin­ished her shower and had dressed in the tight blue jeans and cool blouse 
she had laid out the night be­fore, Carol hit the Sat­urday street life of a sum­mer Vil­lage 
morn­ing. She went to her corner gro­cery store to pick up a few things, com­plain­ing all the 
while to her­self over the in­creased prices. In fact, Carol was in a pretty vile mood 
con­sid­er­ing the fact that she had got­ten her rocks off not that long ago. Noth­ing, but 
noth­ing, would put a smile on her face un­til she had her head bur­ied between Lila‘s thighs.

As she took her place in line at the check-out sec­tion, Carol gasped. She wasn‘t sure, but 
it looked as though the girl first in line was Lila! Carol‘s heart began pound­ing. She longed to 
call out to this girl‘s back, "Lila!“, but Carol func­tioned enough in the straight world to avoid 
mak­ing an ass out of her­self. How­ever, her agit­a­tion grew and she pushed for­ward in the
line, try­ing to hurry those in front of her up so that she might fol­low the slender fig­ure of 
the girl who was now leav­ing the store.

"Stop push­ing!“ the old wo­man in front of her said in an­noy­ance, turn­ing around to 
glare at Carol. Carol gazed down into her wizened face in ex­as­per­a­tion.

"Here!“ she said to the wo­man, lay­ing her small arm­ful of gro­cer­ies on the 
as­ton­ished wo­man. Then she ran out the door.

Up ahead she could see the girl, walk­ing along and once, (as she turned to gaze into a 
store win­dow), Carol was sure that that per­fect pro­file be­longed to the elu­sive Lila. Her 
heart was ra­cing so fast on the sum­mer street, Carol felt sure she would have a heart at­tack,
but she pushed for­ward, knock­ing little kids out of the way in her hurry to stand next to Lila.

This is crazy! She told her­self. You‘ve got to get your shit to­gether! But it was no use to 
ap­ply this so­cial re­stric­tion on her be­ha­vior. She no longer gave a fuck what oth­ers 
would think of her ac­tions. She broke into a run and began call­ing aloud: "Lila! Lila!“

The girl stopped and turned then, her face a ques­tion mark of sur­prise. Carol 
in­ad­vert­ently gasped when faced with the sheer beauty of this lovely girl. She tried to smile,
but her throat was dry from the ef­fort of run­ning and her own panic. As for Lila, her blue 
eyes were be­mused as she waited for the pant­ing Carol to catch up with her.

"I thought it was you,“ Carol said, fi­nally stand­ing next to Lila. Now that she had 
ac­tu­ally cap­tured Lila‘s at­ten­tion, she felt fool­ish as though she was back in grade school.

"I‘m sorry,“ Lila said lightly, "do I know you?“

"Last night,“ Carol stammered, "at the Purple Cat. I was watch­ing you.“ Lila laughed 
eas­ily. "Oh, wow!“ she said. "I was really so busy it seemed as though I had met every­one! 
But I don‘t re­mem­ber you. I‘m sorry.“

"I am too,“ Carol said, feel­ing like an as­shole.

Now what, she wondered? Lila! She wanted to yell. Let‘s go to your place, or my place or 
any­place. Let‘s just the two of us spend some time to­gether! But she couldn‘t come right out
like that and ex­press her in­ner­most feel­ings so she began shuff­ling in front of the 
im­press­ive Lila, wish­ing the side­walk would swal­low her up.

"Where are you go­ing now?“ she fi­nally blur­ted. "I didn‘t know you lived in the 
neigh­bor­hood.“

"I just moved in from up­state,“ Lila said. "I‘m new.“

"I live around here too,“ Carol said. "Would you like to see my place?“ Lila glanced at her 
watch. "Well,“ she said slowly, "I‘m sup­posed to meet some friends later on this af­ter­noon, 
but what the hell? Why not!“ She smiled gaily and Carol felt as though she had died and gone 
to heaven. It had been much easier than she had an­ti­cip­ated, but what the fuck was she 
go­ing to do now? Just be­cause Lila had agreed to see her apart­ment didn‘t mean shit! But 
she fell into step with the taller Lila, try­ing to con­trol the pound­ing of her heart and her 
gen­eral all-round fool­ish feel­ings.

She wanted to know so much about Lila. How old she was, what she did for a liv­ing, what 
kind of life she had lived that had made her de­cide she was gay. There was so much to know 
and there was so much to taste and sa­vor about her! Carol wanted to have sex with Lila so 
badly, the fact that she had just come a short while ago was as though it had never happened.
Play­ing with her­self just couldn‘t ap­prox­im­ate the sen­sa­tion she would re­ceive from 
the liv­ing, breath­ing per­son walk­ing along with her now!

"We‘re al­most there,“ she said, al­most apo­lo­get­ic­ally. She wished she could make her 
apart­ment ap­pear right on the spot, and more spe­cific­ally, she wished she could make her 
bed ma­ter­i­al­ize on the side­walk so she could dis­pense with all this bull­shit and just 
fuck­ing get it on with her!

"I‘ve got some milk and eggs with me,“ Lila said, re­fer­ring to her pack­age. "Could I put 
them in your re­fri­ger­ator?“

"Sure!“ Carol replied, lead­ing the way into her build­ing. That meant to Carol that Lila was
plan­ning on spend­ing a little time with her any­way.

"Where is your stuff?“ Lila asked sud­denly. "Weren‘t you shop­ping?“

"I just got ci­gar­ettes,“ Carol lied. Lila must have seen her in the store after all! They were 
in the fast-rising el­ev­ator now and Carol frantic­ally went over the dis­ar­ray that she had 
left her apart­ment in. She didn‘t want Lila to think she was a sloppy house­keeper. Maybe she
would think that she was as care­less with the care of her cunt as she was with her pad! And 
that simply was not true. If there was one thing Carol prided her­self on, it was the fact that 
her cunt was al­ways ready to be eaten out! Fresh as a daisy and moist and clean, that‘s the 
way Carol kept the most im­port­ant part of her ana­tomy and she hoped Lila felt the same 
way.

But her de­sire for Lila was so strong that had Lila not bathed in a week, Carol felt as 
though she would just hold her nose and dive face first into her muff!

"Hey!“ Lila was say­ing, as she stood sur­vey­ing Carol‘s apart­ment. "This is really nice! 
You must make a lot of money to have a place like this!“

She looked at Carol ac­cus­ingly, as though mak­ing a lot of money meant she had sold 
out to the sys­tem.

Carol didn‘t an­swer right away. She felt guilty enough as it was over the fact that her 
par­ents were rich and gave her any­thing that she wanted. But the one thing they didn‘t give 
her was the most im­port­ant thing she de­sired from them: ac­cept­ance. Nev­er­the­less she
took their money and pur­sued her own life­style, des­pite their pleas to "straighten up, settle 
down with a nice boy and get mar­ried!“

Carol was afraid to come right out and tell Lila she had this ex­tra in­come. She wanted 
Lila to like her for her­self and not the fact that she was on some kind of un­lim­ited ex­pense 
ac­count from her folks.

"I do all right,“ she said, go­ing to­wards the re­fri­ger­ator and put­ting Lila‘s things 
in­side.

"God! It‘s hot!“ she ex­claimed. "Do you want a beer or some­thing?“ Lila laughed out 
loud. It was such a cheer­ful, care­less sound that Carol al­most came right then and there.

"It‘s aw­fully early for a beer isn‘t it?“ she asked. "But then again, I still have a bit of a head 
from last night. Maybe it will straighten me out.“

"Good!“ Carol said. She opened two cold beers and gave one to Lila. Tak­ing a big swill 
from her own, Carol wel­comed the loose­ness the beer would im­part to her brain, mak­ing 
her bolder than she nor­mally would be. She sat down on the couch next to Lila. Though she 
yearned to know everything there was to know about Lila, right now she only wanted to know 
her in bed.

Lila began to re­lax, lean­ing back against the couch and hold­ing her beer care­lessly 
between her par­ted thighs. Carol tried not to stare at the spot where she yearned to bury her 
face, but it was dif­fi­cult.

They began talk­ing, slowly at first and then with the ex­cite­ment of two people who find 
they have much in com­mon.

"What did you think about the Cat?“ Carol wanted to know.

"I loved it,“ Lila said. "We didn‘t have a bar like that in the hick town I came from. And it 
was nice to find a place in the city where I could feel com­pletely at home.“

"I know what you mean,“ Carol said, rising re­luct­antly from the close­ness of Lila on the 
couch in or­der to re­plen­ish their beers.

"Wow! Look at me!“ Lila cried, amused at her be­ha­vior. "Not in New York more than a 
few days and already go­ing to hell in a bar­rel!“

She seemed de­lighted by the fact. Carol didn‘t an­swer right away. She wondered just 
how far into hell Lila was will­ing to go!

Lila then wanted to know how long Carol had been in New York and Carol talked 
guardedly about her own past.

She had grown up in New York, though Up­town. Park Av­enue to be ex­act, though she 
tried to down­play this in­form­a­tion to Lila. But the im­plic­a­tions of grow­ing up on Park 
Av­enue es­caped Lila en­tirely.

"Gee,“ she said. "I don‘t know if I‘d dig hav­ing my par­ents so close!“ Carol smiled to 
her­self. There was no doubt in her mind that she was far more soph­ist­ic­ated than Lila. She 
knew that Park Av­enue was as far re­moved from the life she led in the Vil­lage as Lila‘s own 
par­ents were liv­ing way up­state.

Carol be­came very in­ter­ested in the fact that des­pite Lila‘s beauty, she seemed totally 
un­self­con­scious about the way she ap­peared to oth­ers. Her speech was full of gol­lies 
and gee whizes and Carol wondered with sad­ness how long it would be be­fore Lila real­ized 
the value of her beauty and fresh­ness. Carol was be­gin­ning to feel very old next to Lila, but 
this only made her feel more pro­tect­ive.

"How old are you?“ she fi­nally asked, now that she had re­gained her com­pos­ure.

"Nine­teen,“ Lila answered eas­ily, bring­ing the can of beer to her gor­geous lips and 
tak­ing a deep swal­low of the li­quid. Carol stared at the way the fluid ran down Lila‘s lovely 
throat.

"I dropped out of col­lege,“ Lila went on, "it was too bor­ing.“ She put her beer down on 
the cof­fee table in front of them and lit a ci­gar­ette. Carol felt jeal­ous, see­ing any­thing in 
Lila‘s mouth other than her own body, but she too lit a ci­gar­ette.

The ten­sion was build­ing in the apart­ment between them and Carol felt it would be up 
to her to break it.

"Well,“ Lila said, look­ing again at her watch, "thanks for show­ing me your place. I think 
I‘d bet­ter get go­ing.“

She star­ted to rise.

"No!“ Carol cried, sur­prised at the vehe­mence in her voice. "I mean,“ she ad­ded more 
gently, "I wish you didn‘t have to run off so quickly.“

"Well,“ Lila drawled, "Maybe I don‘t ... ", her voice trailed off as she never got a chance to 
fin­ish her sen­tence. Carol had covered her protests with her own hungry mouth and her 
search­ing tongue as it probed to find the es­sence of Lila.

Lila was so taken aback by this sud­den move­ment on Carol‘s part, she didn‘t re­spond 
right away, and Carol seized on her hes­it­ancy to wrap her arms around the other girl with 
such force, Lila felt as though she was be­ing in­und­ated by a power­ful vise.

Every fiber of her be­ing leapt in re­sponse to the de­sire Carol was in­stilling in her 
con­scious­ness. Her re­sponses be­came auto­matic and she thought to her­self that 
mov­ing away from her par­ents home and into the Vil­lage was the best pos­sible move for 
her to have made.

Her arms also went around Carol so that their breasts were jut­ting and mash­ing into 
each other as though they were hug­ging mir­rors. Lila could feel the in­sist­ence of Carol‘s 
need and it caused her cunt to grow moist and yearn­ing for the sooth­ing licks of Carol‘s 
tongue. In her de­sire to es­cape from the con­fine­ment her jeans provided, her hand went 
down to undo her zip­per, but Carol‘s hand was already there, tug­ging away at her jeans, and
sob­bing in­co­her­ently in her de­sire for the other girl‘s raw flesh.

Between the two of them, they were able to re­move Lila‘s jeans and Carol wasted no time 
at all in strip­ping quickly out of her own clothes so that they lay in an un­sightly heap on the 
liv­ing room car­pet.

Now Carol was on her knees in front of Lila‘s bush. She pushed the younger girl‘s legs as 
far apart as she could, sep­ar­at­ing the hairy lips of her cunt in or­der to gain more easy 
ac­cess to the juicy twat that presen­ted it­self to her face.

With no thought to any­thing other than lick­ing away at Lila‘s box, Carol bur­ied her head
between the other girl‘s thighs and sucked at her clit and licked at her la­bia as though it was 
the most im­port­ant thing in the world.

"Oh!“ Lila gasped, seiz­ing Carol by her blonde hair with both hands and us­ing both 
hands to con­trol as much as pos­sible the vo­ra­cious tonguing her cunt was re­ceiv­ing.

Her head went com­pletely back on the couch and her eyes squeezed shut with pleas­ure. 
She could feel the frantic suck­ing and swal­low­ing sounds Carol was mak­ing and as far as 
Lila was con­cerned, go­ing to the gro­cery store in New York was far su­per­ior to shop­ping 
in the su­per­mar­ket up­state.

"That‘s it!“ she told Carol in in­ar­tic­u­late gasps. "Right there!“ and she frantic­ally pulled 
and tugged at Carol‘s head to em­phas­ize her point.

Carol nuzzled and licked and sucked away, not quite know­ing why she was driven to taste
Lila in this fash­ion, but dig­ging it bey­ond her wild­est ex­pect­a­tions. She loved the way 
Lila moaned and moved her body, squeez­ing her thighs around Carol‘s ears, hold­ing her 
tighter and ask­ing her to go even deeper into her cunt.

And when Lila raised her hips so high that her rose­bud-like as­shole was presen­ted to 
Carol‘s mouth, Carol never even missed a lick as she ate out Lila‘s as­shole as though it was a 
bo­nus.

Lila knew she wouldn‘t be able to sus­tain this kind of at­ten­tion to her cunt much longer 
without com­ing and though she fought against com­ing to the apex of her cli­max, she was 
fight­ing against nature her­self.

We can al­ways do this again, she prom­ised her­self wildly. Just be­cause I come right 
now doesn‘t mean I‘ll never come again.

"Oh God!“ she cried. "Make me come!“ Carol in­creased her frantic lick­ings even more. 
She knew in her heart that there would be times between the two of them when Lila would 
re­turn the fa­vor, but for right now she was con­tent to be the giver of pleas­ure.

"Oh, yes!“ Lila was cry­ing. "OH YES!“

Then her hips star­ted shud­der­ing and buck­ing around like a crazed rag doll and Carol 
took a deep sat­is­fac­tion know­ing that she was giv­ing such ob­vi­ous pleas­ure to this 
de­li­cious cunt.

"I LOVE IT!“ Lila screamed, heav­ing now so madly that Carol had all she could do to hang 
on. In fact, if Lila hadn‘t grasped at the roots of her hair so firmly, Carol feared she could never
match the furi­ous pace Lila was de­mand­ing of her.

Then Lila stopped her yelling and began to drop into the kind of las­sit­ude as­so­ci­ated 
with sexual con­tent­ment. Carol stayed on her knees for a bit, her head bur­ied con­ten­tedly
between her new friend‘s thighs, but in a bit she was back on her feet, star­ing down at the 
crumpled be­ing she had been afraid to ap­proach that morn­ing in the corner gro­cery store.

Lila, in her sa­ti­ation, looked more beau­ti­ful than in her de­sire. A few beads of sweat 
had popped out on her fore­head, giv­ing her face a glow­ing look, her clear skin was flushed 
with ex­cite­ment mak­ing her make-up­less face as rosy as the finest cos­metic. Her 
per­fectly shaped eye­brows arched around her now closed eyes and her dark hair framed her
face like a paint­ing.

Carol felt a yearn­ing in her chest grow­ing lar­ger. She didn‘t want Lila to leave her 
apart­ment and go off to meet "friends“. She wanted to pos­sess her wholly and com­pletely, 
not shar­ing her at all with any­one else, but hold­ing her all to her­self. Carol had to fight 
against this feel­ing, as it had been her down­fall in every other re­la­tion­ship that she had 
ever had. Her in­sa­ti­able de­sire to pos­sess, to KNOW everything about her lov­ers was 
fright­en­ing to many and was ac­count­able for the fact that Carol of­ten slept alone.

Now, as she quietly walked into her bath­room to freshen her­self up, she re­minded the 
voice in­side her that was cry­ing with ela­tion over her new prey that she had bet­ter cool it. 
When she re­turned to the liv­ing room, she dis­covered a red-faced Lila gath­er­ing her 
things out of the re­fri­ger­ator, fully-dressed and about to de­part.

She told Carol where she lived and ad­ded that maybe she would see her later on at the 
Cat that night, if she was go­ing there.

Carol wanted to say that she hated gay bars and only went to them when she was 
de­pressed but she didn‘t. She also didn‘t add that the last thing in the world that she wanted 
to do was watch Lila dan­cing all over the place with every­one else.

"Maybe I will stop in later,“ Carol said, for­cing her­self to smile, though in her heart she 
yearned to grab Lila and tie her up to her bed with a rope!

Then she was gone and Carol was left alone once again. She didn‘t mind so much this time
as her flesh was still warm with the im­pres­sions Lila had left on it, and her mouth still bore 
faint traces of her scent and taste.

With Lila gone, but with the pos­sib­il­ity that she might see her again that very even­ing, 
Carol was able to get through the rest of her day. Even go­ing so far as to re­turn to the 
corner gro­cer‘s to re­place those items she had forced on the wo­man in front of her.

But as Carol was let­ting her­self back into her apart­ment, she heard her phone ringing. 
Hur­ry­ing to it, in the hopes that it was Lila, she breath­lessly asked:

"Hello?“

"Hello, Carol,“ the rich, mod­u­lated voice of her mother said.

Carol‘s heart sank. "Oh, hi, Mom,“ she replied list­lessly.

"We haven‘t seen you in quite a while,“ her mother went on. "I‘d like you to have din­ner 
this even­ing with us.“

Carol quickly cal­cu­lated how long it would take to suf­fer through one of her mother‘s 
din­ners and said:

"What time?“

"Come up at seven,“ her mother said. "Do you want us to send a ‚car for you, or are you 
still at that stage when you in­sist on show­ing your in­de­pend­ence by rid­ing the 
sub­way?“

"Maybe I‘ll take a cab,“ Carol said shortly. She hated it whenever her mother mocked her 
at­tempts to be free of their hold on her.

"Now that makes a great deal of sense,“ her mother replied, the pleas­ure in her voice 
thick and heavy. "Dress a little, will you? I‘m hav­ing an old school chum join us and I don‘t 
want you dis­gra­cing me.“

"Okay,“ Carol said, think­ing to her­self how if her mother knew any­thing of her true 
life­style she would be so dis­graced she would never bother Carol again!

Hanging up the phone, Carol went into her bed­room closet and se­lec­ted a long dress 
she had bought in a thrift shop for three dol­lars. It gave her an in­or­din­ate amount of 
sat­is­fac­tion to think that she would be wear­ing this bar­gain into her mother‘s apart­ment.
She also wondered if her father would be there. He hardly ever was, and as her mother hadn‘t 
men­tioned the pres­ence of Phil, Carol doubted he would.

She de­cided to lie down and take a short nap. As she settled back on her bed, her 
thoughts went back to the man who was her father. The man she had al­ways called Phil.

Grow­ing up in the great apart­ment that Phil paid for yet rarely saw had been fun in some
ways for Carol. Es­pe­cially when he did make his rare vis­its. He was a very hand­some man, 
con­tinu­ously tanned and al­ways smelling of some good af­ter­shave lo­tion. It had been 
Carol‘s opin­ion that her mother must have done some­thing wrong to keep her father away 
so much. Later, when she was old enough to un­der­stand "these things“, her mother 
ex­plained that they were sep­ar­ated and that she would never give him a di­vorce.

Every time Carol wanted to know why, her mother would sniff off some kind of ex­cuse 
and Carol would be left alone with her fantas­ies of her father.

When she was four­teen years old, her father had taken her to Europe. She was thrilled 
with the pro­spect of trav­el­ing with her father without the pres­ence of her mother, but they
hadn‘t spent too many days at sea be­fore Carol real­ized her father drank too much.

One night he had come into her cabin while she was sleep­ing and sat down next to her 
on her bed.

Carol hadn‘t done any­thing about this, she only wondered why he hadn‘t knocked first.

"So pretty,“ her father was say­ing thickly. "So pretty my Car­oline!“ Her father was the 
only per­son that called her Car­oline and she liked it. She reached out to take his hand, but 
he had seized it more fer­vently than Carol had ex­pec­ted.

"You are be­com­ing a young wo­man,“ he had said. "You ARE a young wo­man!“ He 
seemed amazed by this as though it had happened against his bet­ter wishes. Carol 
mur­mured some­thing in­ane and the next thing she knew her father was ly­ing in bed next 
to her. She could smell his foul breath, heavy with the fumes of al­co­hol, but she said 
noth­ing as he was her father and it wasn‘t po­lite to cri­ti­cize grownups.

But then he began caress­ing her, run­ning his heavy, man­i­cured hand up and down her 
thin nightie and mak­ing breath­ing sounds that soun­ded harsh and rasp­ing to Carol.

"Are you all right?“ she had asked, sin­cerely be­liev­ing her father to be ill and in need of 
her help.

"I‘m okay,“ he had said, his thick tongue mov­ing with dif­fi­culty in his mouth. The next 
thing Carol knew was that his mouth was on hers.

She fought against the op­press­ive heav­i­ness of his weight as he care­lessly pressed 
down on her slender frame. She tried to push him away but it was like push­ing a horse off 
her body after they had fallen.

Panic swept through her body, and fear. This was not the father she knew and loved and 
though he may have been drunk at the mo­ment, Carol was aware enough to know that this 
was more than fath­erly con­cern on his part.

She could not speak. His mouth had en­circled hers, for­cing his fat tongue between her 
grit­ted teeth and his hands held her fast against the rough tweed of his jacket:

Carol began to cry, but si­lently. Her hot tears seared down his cheeks but he showed no 
mind at all. With each new struggle on her part, no mat­ter how vain, he over­came it with his 
per­ver­ted de­sire and his drunken need of her.

His hand was between her legs now, for­cing her young thighs apart and prob­ing at her 
pu­bis, mur­mur­ing all the while about how "tight“ she was.

Oh course she was tight! She was a vir­gin for cry­ing out loud, but not for long. He had 
his fly up­zipped and his cock out so fast that had someone had a clock on him he would 
have won an award for the fast­est cock on board, des­pite his drunken state of be­ing.

Carol could feel some­thing thick and hose-like prob­ing at the en­trance to her tiny hole 
and struggle as she did, it only res­ul­ted in more pain.

Mean­while her father was mur­mur­ing in her ear how su­per­ior she was to that bitch, 
Mil­dred, his wife and how he couldn‘t be­lieve that someone as lovely as Carol could have 
sprung from her loins.

As for Carol, she fi­nally ceased her strug­gling and with a sharp pain felt her father enter 
all the way up her cunt.

Then he began rut­ting back and forth, push­ing (it seemed to Carol) harder and harder. 
She wondered why he wanted to hurt her in this fash­ion, what had she done? It was all so 
con­fus­ing to her she froze in one spot. Her father then began cas­tig­at­ing her, telling her 
to move her hips and not to be such a si­lent whore.

To Carol, fresh from the on­slaught of pu­berty and a broken home, what was 
hap­pen­ing to her was just one more bad thing in the night­mare that had be­come her life. 
She re­fused to co­oper­ate with her father and when she fi­nally sank off to sleep with his 
heavy body still ly­ing in a sod­den heap upon her body, her dreams were fit full and strange.

The next morn­ing when she woke, he was gone and for a few seconds Carol wondered if 
she had ima­gined the whole thing. But bring­ing her hand between her legs con­firmed that 
it had all happened, in­deed. She stared at the sticky, now col­or­less goo that was the 
re­sid­ual of his noc­turnal visit and her rage knew no ex­pres­sions.

That morn­ing at break­fast, her father ap­peared con­trite and full of re­morse. He tried 
to coax her into smil­ing, but it was all she could do to look at him. She sulked in her cabin for
the rest of the voy­age and the minute they landed at Le Havre ran off by her­self.

It was a good month be­fore her father found her and by then Carol had had thirty days of
pleas­ure in the arms of Ad­rian, an Amer­ican wo­man who had found her walk­ing the 
streets.

Every time Carol thought of Ad­rian it was with a fond­ness she had found dif­fi­cult to 
du­plic­ate. But of course it had to end.

Her father seemed to size up their re­la­tion­ship at a glance, but Carol had met his eyes 
de­fi­antly, as though dar­ing him to press charges against this older wo­man that had taken 
care of her.

Hav­ing, how­ever, the law on his side, it was no prob­lem what­so­ever to take Carol back
to the States with him. And that was the end of Ad­rian. But it was only the be­gin­ning of the 
hold she had over her father and the ter­rible secret they shared.

CHAPTER TWO

Carol tipped the cab driver and nod­ded to the door­man who still re­membered her. 
Then she entered the el­ev­ator that went to her mother‘s place.

As much as Carol hated these vis­its, she wasn‘t about to for­feit the money her mother 
gave her. Not right now, at least. Later, when her ca­reer as an art dir­ector took off she might
be able to tell them all to fuck off, but right now she had to eat shit.

Let­ting her­self into the apart­ment with the key she had re­tained, Carol was struck by 
the dif­fer­ence in the way she now lived as op­posed to what was still avail­able to her. She 
loved their liv­ing room. It was large and the col­ors of beige and muted yel­low were al­ways 
sooth­ing to her.

Right now the room was full of smoke and the sounds of people laugh­ing, their glasses 
with the ice cubes clank­ing mu­sic­ally. Carol shiel­ded her eyes for a shot at her mother, but 
she didn‘t see her.

Some small din­ner, she thought to her­self. It looked like a fuck­ing cock­tail party to her 
and she re­sen­ted her mother‘s evas­ive­ness in de­scrib­ing what was await­ing her.

Sam, their but­ler on oc­ca­sion, was passing a sil­ver tray of glasses around and Carol 
noted with a dis­gus­ted smirk how her mother al­ways served cham­pagne, just to make 
things easier. How­ever, she took a glass off the tray, smil­ing at Sam who al­most dropped 
the tray in sur­prise and went over to stand in a corner.

This was Carol‘s fa­vor­ite thing to do. This way she could see what was go­ing on in the 
room and not par­ti­cip­ate un­less she wanted to, which was rarely.

Most of her mother‘s friends came from the art, theater and lit­er­ary worlds, and to Carol 
they seemed to com­prise the hanger-on class rather than the ac­tual artists. She snorted to 
her­self think­ing how a true artist had bet­ter things to do with his or her time than hang out
at Eliza­beth Palm‘s, get­ting stoned on cham­pagne and bull­shit­ting.

Sev­eral glasses of cham­pagne later and Carol wasn‘t feel­ing so hos­tile. In fact, between
the glow of the bub­bly and her re­mem­brances of Lila, she was feel­ing pretty damn good!

"There you are!“ her mother ex­claimed, ad­van­cing to­wards her in a cloud of per­fume 
and ci­gar­ette smoke. "Why ever didn‘t you let me know that you were here? I‘ve been 
wor­ried sick about you!“ ‚

And she gave Carol a big hug, be­ing care­ful how­ever not to smear her bright red 
lip­stick. Carol re­coiled slightly from her mother‘s touch. They had never been close, in fact, 
Carol held her mother some­what re­spons­ible for what had happened between her and Phil.
As she grew older Carol used to think that if Phil had been get­ting enough from his wife, he 
wouldn‘t have turned to­wards his daugh­ter for sexual sat­is­fac­tion.

"And here‘s El­len!“ her mother con­tin­ued to burble.

Carol stood back to sur­vey her mother‘s friend. She was a hand­some wo­man, in her 
thirties and as Carol‘s mother was closer to fifty, Carol wondered how her mother could have 
claimed her as a school chum. But then, her mother was al­ways tak­ing classes at the New 
School. El­len was prob­ably someone who had caught her fancy.

"How are you?“ El­len asked in a deep voice. The voice seemed to reek with sen­su­al­ity 
and Carol was taken aback at the sexual tone that replied through it. "I never would have 
be­lieved that Eliza­beth had such a daugh­ter!“

"Why?“ Carol blur­ted without think­ing.

El­len was taken aback by the ab­rupt­ness of Carol‘s re­mark, but she laughed and 
car­ried on. "I guess be­cause your mother is young in so many ways her­self!“ El­len said.

Yeah, Carol wanted to say. She‘s still a fuck­ing spoiled kid. But aloud she said, "Oh.“

"Come and sit with me,“ El­len in­vited. "I‘ve heard so much about you, I‘ve been dy­ing to
meet you!“ And she led the way to­wards an­other sit­ting room, off the main liv­ing room 
and much quieter. Shrug­ging her shoulders, Carol fol­lowed. There was no doubt in her mind
that El­len was a les­bian and this put the idea in her head that maybe her mother was too! 
Wouldn‘t that have been a gas, Carol thought to her­self. Her thoughts were be­com­ing 
more and more reck­less as the glasses of cham­pagne kept com­ing to­wards her mouth and
the memory of Lila stayed on the top of her mind.

In some ways, El­len re­minded Carol of Ad­rian and that was a pleas­ant thought, but 
Carol wasn‘t con­cerned right now with any new con­tacts. El­len, how­ever, was much more 
in­sist­ent.

"I un­der­stand that you‘re a ju­nior art dir­ector at Mc­Mil­lian,“ El­len said, nam­ing the 
ad­vert­ising agency that Carol worked for. Carol nod­ded.

"I was an art dir­ector my­self,“ El­len said, "though that was many years ago.“

"Mmmm,“ Carol said, not fur­ther­ing the con­ver­sa­tion in the slight­est.

El­len glanced side­ways at Carol and took an­other sip from her glass. She wondered 
about Carol‘s cold­ness, but found it oddly ex­cit­ing. Her beauty auto­mat­ic­ally as­sured 
her in­terest.

Carol wished she had a joint with her, but she had for­got­ten to bring one up with her.

"Do you ever get stoned?“ she asked El­len sud­denly.

El­len looked as though she wasn‘t quite sure what Carol was talk­ing about.

"You mean drunk?“ she asked cau­tiously.

Carol laughed. "No, you know,“ she ad­ded, be­ing more dis­creet than was ne­ces­sary. 
After all, chances of El­len be­ing a NARC were pretty re­mote.

El­len put her hand on Carol‘s thigh and leaned closer. "If you mean do I have any grass, 
the an­swer is yes!“

This totally de­lighted Carol. "You‘re kid­ding!“ she ex­claimed. "Well let‘s go on the 
ter­race and smoke it!“

The two of them left the room, no­ticed only by Eliza­beth Palm whose face darkened 
al­most im­per­cept­ibly. Then she turned brightly back to her other guests.

Out on the ter­race, El­len and Carol were passing the joint between the two of them, 
en­joy­ing the kind of im­me­di­ate in­tim­acy a shared joint can im­part between two 
strangers.

Carol stud­ied El­len dif­fer­ently now that she was stoned. She was even be­gin­ning to 
feel at­trac­ted to her.

El­len began talk­ing about her­self. Telling Carol how she lived in the Vil­lage, was an 
artist and had a sum­mer place in Ver­mont.

"Why aren‘t you there now?!“ Carol asked. It wasn‘t that she really cared. She was just 
try­ing to make con­ver­sa­tion.

"I‘m hav­ing a show­ing right now,“ El­len ex­plained mod­estly. "That‘s why I‘m in the 
city.“ Carol thought how nice it must be to have a place away and told El­len this. "You‘re 
wel­comed to come up there any time you please,“ El­len said. "In fact, I un­der­stand that 
you live in the Vil­lage. Maybe we can share a cab back there later.“

"Maybe we can,“ Carol said. She wanted sud­denly to get away from El­len. She didn‘t 
want any­thing to in­ter­fere with her plans of see­ing Lila later.

Lila! Just think­ing about her cheered Carol im­meas­ur­ably.

"Ex­cuse me,“ she said to El­len. "I want to look at my old room.“ The minute Eliza­beth 
ob­served Carol split­ting off in the other dir­ec­tion she was be­side the sit­ting El­len like a 
hawk.

"What did she say?“ Eliza­beth hissed.

El­len, seem­ing to come out of a doped shock, turned to Eliza­beth and smile. "Oh,“ she 
said. "I‘m sure your daugh­ter is gay.“

A look of tri­umph crossed Eliza­beth‘s strong fea­tures. "I thought so!“ she crowed. "Well, 
if I can get her put away, that will help a lot!“

El­len looked at Eliza­beth. "Hey!“ she said. "I‘m gay too! So be­fore you go act­ing like 
every­one who is queer, is queer, just re­mem­ber who your friends are!“

Eliza­beth gave a short laugh and em­braced her friend quickly. "Oh, I, don‘t mean YOU!“ 
she pro­tested. "You know what I mean! After all, it IS an ab­er­ra­tion and if I can find a 
friendly shrink I think I can ar­range for a nervous break­down type of ty­ing!“

El­len wasn‘t so quick to join in with her friend‘s ela­tion. "I think you‘re be­ing aw­fully 
hard on the girl,“ she said. "She seems all right to me!“

"Aha!“ Eliza­beth spat. "That‘s be­cause you don‘t know her! If you had any idea of the 
grief that brat has caused me you would sign the pe­ti­tion right along with me!“

"I don‘t know,“ El­len hedged, "it doesn‘t pay to be too greedy, you know.“

"I don‘t want to talk about it right now,“ Eliza­beth said, tak­ing El­len by the arm and 
steer­ing her to­wards the din­ing room. "We‘ll talk about it to­mor­row. I want you to call me
and I want a full re­port on what hap­pens to­night. Don‘t for­get!“ Then Eliza­beth‘s en­tire 
de­meanor changed. She faced her as­sembled guests with all the grace and charm of a 
tele­vi­sion host­ess. Call­ing them to din­ner, many of the guests put down their drinks with 
re­luct­ance.

As for Carol, she was mop­ing about her bed­room, re­liev­ing a lot of her lonely 
memor­ies and anxious to get away from her mother‘s home.

Hear­ing the sound of sil­ver­ware from the other room, she re­joined the guests, not­ing 
that her mother had made no spe­cial ef­fort to call her to din­ner!

Prob­ably doesn‘t give a shit if I starve to death, Carol thought, bit­terly stabbing a pea 
with her sil­ver and pop­ping it into her mouth.

Eliza­beth ob­served her only daugh­ter care­fully. She knew it was un­moth­er­like, but 
she couldn‘t stand her. She had never wanted to have her and the fact of her preg­nancy 
caused her to go on such a drunken binge it was amaz­ing that Carol hadn‘t been born with a 
Mar­tini in her hand.

As for Phil, the fact that he had knocked her up had been enough to cause her hatred for 
him forever. He was al­ways try­ing to prove his mas­culin­ity to the point Liz thought he was 
a closet fag. "The trouble with you,“ she used to shout at him, "is that you‘ve read too much 
Hem­ming­way!“

This was the worst pos­sible thing Eliza­beth could have said to Phil, and his hatred 
to­wards her was as keen as hers for him.

As far as Phil was con­cerned, Eliza­beth was one step away from be­ing a bas­ket case. 
The only reason he had mar­ried her in the first place was be­cause of a drunken bet he had 
made in col­lege.

"Hey!“ his friend had said. "If the two of you got each other‘s money, ima­gine what a life 
you could have? No work, just liv­ing and groov­ing on every­one else!“

The chal­lenge had been too in­triguing to Phil who was lazy by nature and a dreamer. He 
had man­aged to get Eliza­beth drunk and mar­ried all in one even­ing, though it took a bit 
more ef­fort to fuck her.

Drunk as she was, she had fought him off as though he was about to kill her in­stead of 
fuck her.

"You‘re not go­ing to stick that thing in me!“ she had screeched.

Phil had done everything in his power, short of throt­tling her, but she had won in the end.
Even­tu­ally, as a kind of ex­per­i­ment, she had agreed to fuck him. Phil had saved up so 
much virile sperm, he had im­preg­nated her on the spot and that was the be­gin­ning of the 
end.

She com­plained all through her preg­nancy. Went to bed at night pound­ing her fists on 
her stom­ach and be­moan­ing the loss of her fig­ure. She rode horses, skied, did everything 
ima­gin­able in an at­tempt to abort Carol, but noth­ing had worked. In fact,, she was such a 
spe­ci­men of health, the only thing that pre­ven­ted her from pur­su­ing any of these sports 
was her large stom­ach.

As it turned out, Eliza­beth‘s for­tune was lost in the re­ces­sion of ‚74 and Phil found 
him­self truly wear­ing the pants.

He had seen to it that Carol was well taken care of, but as far as Eliza­beth was con­cerned,
he main­tained her ba­sic liv­ing ex­penses, period.

Now that Eliza­beth felt she had some­thing on Carol, she wasn‘t go­ing to put up with 
her any longer. She would fight in court for her share, giv­ing them a big line of bull­shit and 
hop­ing that she got a judge she could take care of.

She had met El­len at an open­ing and though Eliza­beth was asexual and found 
every­one un­ap­peal­ing, she thought El­len might help her

I en­trap her daugh­ter in a web of mad­ness. Now, gaz­ing sur­repti­tiously at her 
daugh­ter as she picked away at her food, Eliza­beth smiled to her­self, think­ing how she 
would get rid of this apart­ment and live in Mex­ico.

After din­ner, Carol begged off from hav­ing any after din­ner drinks or con­ver­sa­tion 
and at­temp­ted to split from her mother‘s stifling scene.

But El­len was on her el­bow like a leech, even go­ing so far as to take her arm, lead­ing 
her to­wards the el­ev­ator.

"No sense in us both rid­ing down in dif­fer­ent cabs,“ she said, and des­pite her­self, 
Carol couldn‘t help but like this dark, Span­ish-look­ing wo­man.

As they rode down in the cab to­gether, Carol listened to El­len‘s voice as she yapped 
away about her mother and the fun they had had to­gether.

She felt very badly about her role in • Eliza­beth‘s scheme, but she stood to profit by its 
suc­cess also.

"Why don‘t you come up to my place for a drink?“ she in­vited once they were down on 
Fifth Av­enue and Tenth.

"I can‘t,“ Carol said.

"Are you meet­ing someone?“ El­len asked.

Carol flushed. "As a mat­ter-of-fact, I am,“ she ad­mit­ted, happy for a chance to talk 
about her fa­vor­ite sub­ject.

El­len took a deep breath. "Boy or girl?“ she wanted to know.

This was an off the wall ques­tion if Carol ever heard one and she didn‘t like it. "What 
dif­fer­ence does it make?“ she de­man­ded.

The cab stopped then and El­len had a chance to gather her thoughts. She couldn‘t let 
Carol get away. Even if it meant fol­low­ing her to wherever she was go­ing. It just would be 
easier if they could go to­gether.

Carol wanted to yell out that she was go­ing to a gay bar and she wanted to hurry, but she
stood pa­tiently by as El­len fumbled for an ex­cuse to keep her with her,

"Come on,“ she begged. "Come up­stairs for one drink. Then you can be off to meet your 
friends.“

Carol hated the way her mother‘s friends al­ways took this pat­ron­iz­ing tone of voice 
with her. But she went along with it, for now.

El­len‘s apart­ment was as nice as Carol knew it would be. She had a large work space for 
her sculp­tures and it was all done in good taste.

El­len went to get the brandy and Carol kept look­ing at her watch. She had to see Lila 
that night. She just HAD too!

El­len took a sip of her brandy, then placed her de­canter down to turn on mu­sic. The 
room flooded with such sooth­ing sounds that Carol al­most for­got her eager­ness to visit 
with Lila.

Then El­len star­ted to sing. Carol just couldn‘t be­lieve it! El­len was stand­ing in the 
cen­ter of • the room, her feet spread apart on the Ori­ental rug in the clas­sic po­s­i­tion of 
voice stu­dents and she was singing with such power Carol was al­most blown out of the 
room.

What the hell! Carol thought. She had never in her life seen any­one do this and she 
thought to her­self once again how all her mother‘s friends were nuts.

One of the most dis­con­cert­ing things about the way El­len was singing was the way her 
pier­cing dark eyes kept bor­ing into Carol‘s. Carol kept try­ing to avoid her gaze, but she 
found it in­creas­ingly dif­fi­cult.

She wanted to yell Stop Look­ing at Me!, but the words stuck in her throat. Be­sides, it 
would be rude. If there was any ma­jor hang-up that Carol had, it was be­ing rude and she 
was the rudest per­son in­side that she knew of!

"Yes!“ El­len was bel­low­ing. "IT‘S BE­CAUSE of YOU!“ Carol never felt so re­lieved in her 
life when the song ended. But then El­len was launch­ing right into the next one. Carol got up 
to go to the bath­room, flush­ing the toi­let loudly and run­ning the wa­ter for a long time in 
an at­tempt to blot out the sounds em­an­at­ing from the other room. Fi­nally, it was 
im­possible to stay in the bath­room any longer and Carol re­joined El­len in the liv­ing room.
She found her drink­ing her brandy.

Nor­mally, Carol would have lied and said what a nice voice El­len had, but she was so 
pissed at her for singing that way, the words died in her throat. She too took an­other sip of 
brandy.

Its warmth flowed through her, re­mind­ing her of the way she had felt that af­ter­noon 
when she had been with Lila.

She wondered what Lila was do­ing right now. She hoped that she hadn‘t already left the 
Cat with someone new, leav­ing Carol to won­der when she would see her again.

Then Carol real­ized she didn‘t even know her last name or how to get in touch with her. 
Hope­fully the gay crowd mov­ing in the Vil­lage would be small enough so that she would 
run into her again, just in case she missed her to­night.

"I have to go,“ she said to El­len. "I didn‘t know you sang.“

"You mean they‘re re­lated!“ El­len boomed out jovi­ally. "I never pre­ten­ded to be a 
pro­fes­sional!“

"Well, don‘t worry about it,“ Carol said.

"I‘m not sure what you mean by that,“ El­len said care­fully. "But I don‘t mind telling you 
that I‘d love to have you spend the night with me.“

"You mean sleep with you!“ Carol yelled. She began back­ing to­wards the door.

"Am I so re­puls­ive?“ El­len asked, her voice be­com­ing in­sinu­at­ing, and to Carol, evil.

"No,“ she pro­tested. "You are a very at­tract­ive wo­man. It‘s just that I‘m see­ing 
someone else.“

"I know,“ El­len said.

"What do you mean?“ Carol asked care­fully.

"I know you‘re a les­bian,“ El­len said. "So you don‘t have to pre­tend you‘re not to me. I 
am one too!“

"What do you want, some kind of award?“ Carol asked. She was totally con­fused by this 
en­tire ex­change, but she felt she was be­ing threatened, non­ethe­less.

El­len moved quickly to­wards Carol at that point, bar­ring her es­cape with an arm that 
closed about her own like a steel trap.

"Hey!“ Carol said. "What are you do­ing!“ El­len‘s tone be­came con­cili­at­ory then. She 
hadn‘t planned on things hap­pen­ing like this at all! She wanted to be friends with Carol. She 
wanted Carol to like her. And she also wanted to make Eliza­beth happy. El­len‘s out­side 
ap­pear­ance of wealth was not a stable im­pres­sion. Only last week she had had a meet­ing 
with her law­yer and ac­count­ant that was very ser­i­ous.

Eliza­beth had prom­ised to help her out fin­an­cially, if she would help her out with Carol.
And if there was any­thing El­len didn‘t want threatened, it was her free­dom to sculpt. Her 
free­dom to work. And now, this fuck­ing shit Carol was screw­ing everything up!

"Can I come with you?“ El­len asked. Her voice was plead­ing now and beg­ging.

"I‘m not sure you‘d want to go where I‘m go­ing,“ Carol said hes­it­antly. "It‘s a gay bar. I 
mean, even though you‘re gay, all the wo­men are much younger than you!“

El­len laughed. "My tongue is not aged,“ she said. "My tech­nique is bet­ter than ever!“ 
And she un­locked the door to the apart­ment. Carol walked along the side­walk with El­len 
won­der­ing how the hell she was go­ing to es­cape from her. She was the most per­sist­ent 
thing she had ever met in her life, and even though it an­noyed her at the mo­ment, she had 
to ad­mire El­len‘s tenacity.

The Purple Cat was not ex­actly a bar you‘d see if you didn‘t know where it was. In fact, as 
of­ten as Carol had been there, she was never sure she would find it un­til she found her­self 
sit­ting in­side.

It was about nine-thirty when they got there, so it wasn‘t any prob­lem find­ing a table. 
Carol was as an­noyed as hell that not only couldn‘t she see Lila, but that every­one might 
think she was dat­ing El­len!

El­len took right over once they were seated, or­der­ing the sul­len wait­ress around and 
giv­ing the im­pres­sion that she was a rich dyke from the old school.

Carol slouched in her chair, ob­vi­ously try­ing to pre­tend that she wasn‘t even with 
El­len. El­len no­ticed this with amuse­ment, but she wasn‘t en­tirely put off by it. She felt like 
telling Carol if she didn‘t shape up, El­len would fry her ass. For it had oc­curred to El­len that 
if she could make friends with Carol, she wouldn‘t need Eliza­beth‘s money

Mean­while, Chris who had been El­len‘s lover not that long ago was ob­serving the way 
El­len was car­ry­ing on in front of this young girl. Chris wasn‘t sure who Carol was, but she 
had seen her be­fore in the Cat and had found her very at­tract­ive. How­ever, at that time, 
Chris was still mop­ing over El­len and found it hard to see any­one as at­tract­ive. She puffed
away on her ci­gar­ette, her grey eyes nar­row­ing slightly from the smoke and her 
con­cen­tra­tion.

She had lived with El­len for two years, work­ing while El­len stayed home and sculp­ted. 
But all El­len did was com­plain about her dwind­ling es­tate un­til Chris couldn‘t take it any 
longer. But she had been afraid to leave El­len. El­len was un­like any­one Chris had ever 
known.

As for Chris, a simple girl from Emer­son, New Jer­sey, with long­ings she couldn‘t 
un­der­stand, a haven of com­pas­sion had been provided for her in the Vil­lage and the 
people she had met there.

She had grown in her ap­pre­ci­ation of her­self and no longer moved with the slouch 
many tall girls who feel awk­ward about their height af­fect.

Then, one day as she was re­turn­ing from her job as a wait­ress, she had found El­len in 
bed with an­other girl. Chris had re­cog­nized the girl as one of El­len‘s mod­els, but this 
didn‘t change the rage and fury that en­gulfed her be­ing. She had thrown the skinny model 
out in no time at all, but deal­ing with El­len had been more dif­fi­cult.

To be­gin with, El­len, (who was al­ways brag­ging about her Span­ish her­it­age), had a 
whip she was never far from. As Chris had ad­vanced to­wards her nude body, El­len had 
slashed out with the whip, warn­ing Chris to stay back.

But Chris had con­tin­ued to ad­vance, in­tent on seiz­ing El­len by the throat and 
Wringing the last breath out of it. Con­sequently, Chris had the shit beaten out of her and 
El­len was left without a mark.

That had been the end of their re­la­tion­ship and even­tu­ally Chris had found someone 
else. But her an­ger and hatred to­wards El­len hadn‘t abated one bit. She ap­proached their 
table now and asked Carol to dance.

Carol fairly flew into the arms of this blond an­gel that had ap­peared out of nowhere and 
be­fore El­len could protest, the two of them were mov­ing around the dance floor, far from 
El­len.

"Thanks!“ Carol said, tilt­ing her head back in or­der to look into Chris‘s eyes.

"I hate that cunt,“ Chris said. "Be­sides, you‘re cute!“ Carol laughed self-con­sciously. Big 
girls like Chris al­ways made her feel like a little girl again.

"Why do you hate her?“ Carol asked with in­terest. "Do you know her?“ She hoped that 
Chris did. The more in­form­a­tion that she had on El­len, the bet­ter as far as she was 
con­cerned.

"Very well,“ Chris said grimly. "We used to be lov­ers.“

"No shit!“ Carol ex­claimed. She pulled back slightly from Chris. Chris no­ticed this right 
away and merely pulled Carol right back where she was.

"Do you come here of­ten?“ Carol asked. "I‘m not sure, but I think I‘ve seen you here 
be­fore.“

"I‘ve been com­ing here lately,“ Chris said. "My new chick digs it.“

"Oh,“ Carol said, feel­ing oddly dis­ap­poin­ted. "So you‘re see­ing someone right now?“

"Yes,“ Chris answered dream­ily. "I don‘t mean to hurt your feel­ings, but I asked you to 
dance just to get you away from El­len.“

"It‘s all right,“ Carol said. "I like someone else too. And I wanted to get away from El­len“

"How did you hap­pen to end up with her?“ Chris asked curi­ously.

Carol told Chris about the earlier part of the even­ing and Chris nod­ded. "Yeah,“ she said. 
"You don‘t have to tell me how pushy that broad is! She al­most ruined by life!“ And as the 
mu­sic con­tin­ued to sway in the back­ground, Chris lost her­self in the memor­ies that 
flooded her brain.

Carol was con­tent for her si­lence. Chris was provid­ing her with an es­cape from El­len 
and the op­por­tun­ity to move around the dance floor which gave her a greater chance of 
spot­ting Lila.

Where the fuck was she? Carol wondered with an­noy­ance. She moved closer to Chris. 
Chris was really nice. Maybe she would go home with Chris if her chick didn‘t show either.

She glanced through the smoke and saw El­len talk­ing with someone. El­len seemed to 
be well-known in the bar, and many of the wo­men were greet­ing her with warmth. Carol 
sighed as pressed against Chris. Chris had big tits, she thought to her­self.

CHAPTER THREE

The girl in bed with Lila was as ebony black as Lila was ala­baster white. Lila was star­ing at
the con­trast their linked arms were provid­ing as though it fas­cin­ated her.

"What cha‘ look­ing at, honey?“ the black girl Di­ane, asked.

"You‘re so black and I‘m so white!“ Lila said, mov­ing closer to Di­ane. She threw her leg 
over the other girl‘s jut­ting ass, lik­ing the way the plump­ness of Di­ane‘s roun­ded butt fit 
neatly between her thighs.

"Ummm,“ Lila said, snug­gling closer to Di­ane‘s neck, "that feels good!“ Di­ane turned 
around then so that they were ly­ing breasts to breasts, cunt to cunt. They began rock­ing 
back and forth then, search­ing out each other‘s mouths for ex­tra close­ness.

Lila felt Di­ane‘s tongue mov­ing around in her own mouth and a thrill raced from the 
back of her head down to her cunt. Her move­ments against the other girl be­came more 
frantic.

Di­ane was caress­ing her back now with one hand, while bring­ing the other hand around
to squeeze her nearest tits.

"Nice tits,“ she told Lila. "Real nice, honey!“ Lila liked the way Di­ane spoke. She had never 
been that close to a black girl be­fore and she was glad for the op­por­tun­ity she had right 
now to ex­per­i­ence the dif­fer­ence.

Ac­tu­ally, she hadn‘t found that much dif­fer­ence! There was a musky odor about Di­ane
that ex­cited Lila and her cunt lips were purple colored, but the dif­fer­ences were slight.

"You want me to eat your white pussy?“ Di­ane was mur­mur­ing in Lila‘s ear. It wasn‘t a 
ques­tion really, but Di­ane liked talk­ing like that when she was in bed with a chick and Lila 
liked hear­ing it.

"Yes,“ Lila answered. "I would love you to eat my white pussy!“ And she bur­ied her mouth 
on one of Di­ane‘s tits for em­phasis.

Di­ane brought her hand away from Lila‘s tit now and pulled Lila‘s head closer to her 
breast. She had nice full tits and very sens­it­ive nipples. Get­ting them sucked gave her 
al­most as much en­joy­ment as get­ting her pussy roy­ally eaten out.

"The other one,“ she urged, jerking the nipple out of Lila‘s grop­ing mouth and drag­ging 
her head to the other tit. Lila‘s head moved eas­ily from one tit to the other. She felt like a 
small child again suck­ling away on her mother‘s tits, and though her memory gave her no 
ac­cur­ate pic­ture of this, she had heard her mother brag about breast-feed­ing her enough 
to know it was true.

"God! You could never get enough!“ her mother loved to say. "You sucked on my tits so 
much, you al­most pulled them off!“

Lila‘s mother never talked that way when her father was around, but whenever they were 
dis­cuss­ing "wo­men‘s things“, her mother yapped away about it.

Lila moved her head down on Di­ane‘s body, head­ing to­wards her stom­ach. She left a 
trail of spittle on the black girl‘s body, but Di­ane found this cool­ing com­pared to the 
in­tense tem­per­at­ure of her skin.

She wanted Lila‘s cunt in her mouth too, but she had de­cided to let this little white chickie
take a few licks on her clit be­fore swinging around to her fa­vor­ite 69 po­s­i­tion.

Lila was down there now, her head between Di­ane‘s legs, her nose brush­ing against the 
cunt hairs that seemed kinky to Lila.

Di­ane sighed and reached down with both her hands to fondle Lila‘s head.

"Oh, baby!“ Di­ane said in that soft ac­cent of hers, "you sure do eat cunt good!“ Lila 
re­spon­ded to this praise by in­creas­ing the pres­sure of her tongue on Di­ane‘s clit. She 
no­ticed that Di­ane‘s clit was lar­ger than most girls. She could suck and mouth it, al­most 
like a baby cock! Just as she was get­ting car­ried away how­ever, Di­ane swung her body 
around neatly so that she could chomp onto Lila‘s lick-box at the same time. Now both their 
tongues were dig­ging into each other‘s ori­fices, and run­ning lightly up and down the 
en­tire length of each other‘s slit.

Lila felt as though she was suf­foc­at­ing in Di­ane‘s cunt. Every fiber of her be­ing seemed
to be as­sailed by cunt, juices and hairs and she didn‘t mind at all. If any­thing, she tried to get
even more in­volved though that was highly im­prob­able.

As for Di­ane, she was glad she didn‘t have any ra­cial hangups like a lot of her friends. 
Di­ane didn‘t care what color a per­son was. As long as they turned her on, they turned her on
and she was happy to dis­cover so many people turned her on.

Es­pe­cially Lila. She had danced with her only last night and had made sure that she had 
got­ten her ad­dress and phone num­ber. Lila had pro­tested that she was liv­ing with 
someone who was work­ing at the mo­ment and that she couldn‘t get in­volved, but Di­ane 
had over­rode that as a poor ex­cuse.

Now, locked in each other‘s cunts and arms, Di­ane was con­grat­u­lat­ing her­self on her 
per­cep­tions of Lila‘s true situ­ation. Not that Lila was ly­ing when she said she was liv­ing 
with someone. That much was true. Di­ane even knew who Lila was liv­ing with. But it was 
ob­vi­ous to her that Lila was a horny chick and if one pushed their point hard enough, one 
would find them­selves in bed with her.

If there was any­thing in the world Di­ane en­joyed, it was feel­ing a tongue giv­ing her 
head. Ever since she could re­mem­ber she and her sis­ters had sucked each other off and 
Di­ane had re­membered those times as be­ing the hap­pi­est in her child­hood. Now that 
she was a young adult she wasn‘t about to switch to some­thing dif­fer­ent. If any­thing, her 
en­joy­ment of get­ting eaten out had in­creased.

Her body was writh­ing now, her nat­ive rhythm match­ing that of Lila‘s tongue so that 
they were do­ing a kind of dance to­gether. Di­ane longed to cry out her joy over the 
pleas­ure she was re­ceiv­ing, but she was too busy lick­ing away at Lila‘s clit to com­ment.

She squeezed Lila‘s body closer to her, feel­ing the way Lila‘s tits were mashed into her 
thighs and lik­ing that feel­ing very much.

Now Lila was do­ing some­thing to Di­ane that she couldn‘t res­ist. She could feel her 
tongue lick­ing away at the crack of her ass and knew it would only be a short time be­fore 
she felt its warm wet­ness caress­ing the open­ing to her ass.

Now! Di­ane began to shud­der up and down the full length of her fine frame. She was 
go­ing to come and she didn‘t want too. Not yet! Oh no! She said si­lently to her­self. Make it 
last a little bit longer! But then the con­vul­sions that threatened earlier to over­take her, 
tri­umphed and Di­ane was re­duced to a quiv­er­ing mass of flesh that had been ex­cited 
bey­ond all en­dur­ance.

As for Lila, the minute she felt the con­vulsing pulsa­tions of Di­ane‘s body, her own 
cli­max was in­duced. Now that Di­ane had come, Lila felt no ob­lig­a­tion to keep her mouth 
glued to Di­ane‘s cunt and cried out:

"Holy Shit! I‘m com­ing! Yes! Wow! Right there!“ The two of them con­tin­ued to lie 
up­side down in each other‘s arms for awhile, each filled with‘ the enorm­ity of what they had 
done. Lila more so than Di­ane, as Lila was go­ing with someone and Di­ane was just passing 
some very pleas­ant time.

"You go­ing to the Cat?“ Di­ane asked lazily. She had straightened her­self up in the bed 
and was now ly­ing with her head on the pil­low, cradling the con­ten­ted Lila in her arms.

Lila nod­ded. "Yeah,“ she said. "Are you?“

"I wasn‘t,“ Di­ane ad­mit­ted. "But why the fuck not!“

She sprang out of bed with all the grace of a li­on­ess and raced to­wards the bath­room. 
In fif­teen minutes both of them were ready to split for the Cat.

"Honey,“ Di­ane told her as they strolled to­wards the Cat, "you sure are sweet in bed, but 
if you were my gal, I wouldn‘t trust you as far as I could throw you!“

Lila smiled. She felt a little guilty over what she had shared with Di­ane, but not all that 
much. She was young. She wanted to sleep with a lot of people. She didn‘t want to blow her 
youth on some out­dated prin­ciple called faith­ful­ness.

"You know that gal you‘re liv­ing with can get damned hot, if she loses her tem­per,“ 
Di­ane con­tin­ued. She looked at Lila and Lila shrugged. She wouldn‘t even bother 
men­tion­ing the fact that only that morn­ing she had slept with Carol. And as far as she was 
con­cerned she might end the night with someone other than her lover.

As they entered the Cat, the first thing Lila saw was Chris. She glanced at Di­ane to see if 
Di­ane had no­ticed her also, but if Di­ane had, she gave no in­dic­a­tion.

"Catch you later, honey,“ Di­ane sang out, head­ing to­wards the bar and leav­ing Lila 
stand­ing on the edge of the dance floor star­ing at Chris and Carol.

"Ex­cuse me,“ Chris said to Carol in a tight voice. "But my chick‘s just come in and I‘ve got 
some­thing to straighten out.“

Carol stood stock still. She felt a hole where her heart used to be but she didn‘t know what
to do about it. She couldn‘t be­lieve that the girl Chris had been re­fer­ring to all even­ing was
the very same per­son she her­self had been wait­ing to see.

Not only that, but Lila had entered the bar with someone else. Gran­ted they may have 
met only out­side, but there was some­thing about Lila that made Carol doubt this very much.
She felt like cry­ing and run­ning off the floor, but she tried to com­pose her­self. The only 
thing left to do was to re­join El­len at their table and never take her eyes off either Chris or 
Lila.

"What‘s the mat­ter?“ El­len asked as Carol sat back down. "You look as though you‘ve just
seen a ghost.“

Carol smiled thinly. She had seen a ghost all right. The ghost of her­self! "Where‘s this 
chick you‘re sup­posed to see?“ El­len babbled on. "Isn‘t she com­ing? If not, you can al­ways 
spend the night at my place.“ Carol looked quickly at El­len to see if she was try­ing to make a
joke, but it was hard to tell.

"Chris tells me you two used to be lov­ers,“ Carol said evenly. "Un­til she caught you 
fuck­ing around with some model.“

El­len laughed brightly. "Oh! She be­haved like such an ass over that silly little 
in­dis­cre­tion! Hon­estly! Who­ever would have be­lieved that Chris had such a tem­per!“

"Maybe it was a silly little in­dis­cre­tion to you,“ Carol said tartly. "But ob­vi­ously you 
meant more to her than she did to you.“

"Well it looks as though she cares about someone else now,“ El­len mused care­lessly, 
watch­ing as Chris ges­tured down at Lila. Carol fol­lowed El­len‘s gaze. Sud­denly she was 
filled with the hope that they would break up, then she would move in. There cer­tainly was a 
world of dif­fer­ence in the way Lila ap­peared this even­ing as com­pared to the belle of the 
ball role she had en­joyed only last night.

"Isn‘t it aw­fully late for you to be up?“ Carol asked. She wanted to be rid of this spy she 
felt her mother had sent.

"If you knew what was good for you,“ El­len said nas­tily, "you wouldn‘t be so smart with 
your mouth.“

"What‘s that sup­posed to mean?“ Carol de­man­ded. "Look,“ she con­tin­ued, "I know 
you and my mother have some­thing cook­ing up your sleeves, but don‘t ex­pect any 
co-op­er­a­tion from me!“

And Carol left their table and went to the ladies room. A line had formed and this gave 
Carol an op­por­tun­ity to check out the other wo­men un­der light more re­veal­ing than 
that which the bar provided.

She was sur­prised to see more people there El­len‘s age than her own. This saddened and
de­pressed her. On top of dis­cov­er­ing what a fuck­about Lila was, Carol didn‘t think she 
could take much more of this shit!

Just then the door opened. Carol turned around auto­mat­ic­ally and found her­self 
star­ing right into Lila‘s face.

"Hi, Lila,“ she said, search­ing the other girl‘s face for some sign of feel­ing about what had
tran­spired between them earlier that same day.

"Hi!“ Lila said. "What‘s hap­pen­ing? I see you met Chris!“ Her at­ti­tude was so light about
the whole thing, Carol doubted it was as ser­i­ous as she was per­ceiv­ing it to be. She longed
to throw her arms around Lila and take her out of this place, but she felt trapped in her own 
im­pot­ence.

"Do you think it‘s pos­sible that I might get a chance to dance with you later?“ Carol 
asked. She held her breath, trem­bling in fear that Lila might laugh right in her face. A few 
wo­men were si­lent, as though listen­ing and this made Carol feel more self-con­scious than 
ever.

"Why not?“ Lila asked. "Say,“ she ad­ded, "I really have to go. Would you mind let­ting me 
in front of you?“

"No!“ Carol said, back­ing out of the way and let­ting Lila in front. Shit! She would have let
her piss all over her for cry­ing out loud!

Now she was faced with Lila‘s back. Even though they weren‘t pressed tit to shoulder 
blade, Carol could smell her fa­mil­iar per­fume and it sent a wave of long­ing winging 
through her body.

Slowly her hands came up from her side and she reached out to em­brace Lila.

"That‘ll be enough of that!“ an angry look­ing bull­dyke snapped. It was her job to make 
sure no hanky panky went on in the toi­lets and this struck Carol as the height of hy­po­crisy 
in a bar that ex­is­ted for fu­ture coup­ling!

The girl‘s room was hot and Carol al­most gave up on wait­ing in line. It was pure tor­ture 
for her to stand so close to Lila and not be able to hold her.

Then Lila had taken her turn. Hold­ing the door open for Carol, she said brightly: "Catch 
you later!“ and then she was gone.

Carol hur­ried up with her toi­let and prac­tic­ally raced to the other room. Now Chris and 
El­len were en­gaged in con­ver­sa­tion. Carol looked around the room and saw Lila 
stand­ing by the bar. She went over to her.

"What‘s the story?“ she asked. "Are you with Chris to­night or what?“

"I‘m al­ways with Chris,“ Lila said a little coldly. "Ex­cept when she‘s not around.“

"Yeah, I know,“ Carol said rue­fully. "What I mean is that I had hoped what happened 
between the two of us was as im­port­ant to you as it was to me.“ Lila turned to­wards the 
bar­tender then.

"Gin & Tonic,“ she in­struc­ted. "Tall!“

She waited for her drink to come and Carol felt she was tak­ing this op­por­tun­ity to 
avoid con­front­ing her.

"Okay,“ she said. "I‘ve got it. See you around.“ As she neared her table she could hear Chris
say­ing to El­len, "You‘d bet­ter watch your ass when you walk out of this bar, sweet­heart!“ A 
thrill raced through Carol. Chris was tough as shit! No won­der Lila ac­ted afraid to talk 
around her. Maybe Chris was keep­ing Lila against her will. She would love to talk to Lila 
about it, but Lila was mak­ing it im­possible.

"Look, lowlife,“ El­len sneered, "you lay a hand on me and the cops will wipe the side­walk 
with your body!“

"Hey, hey!“ Carol said, hop­ing that if she in­ter­vened they would tone it down. People at 
the next table were be­gin­ning to stare.

"Stay out of this,“ Chris said, not with an­ger, but as a mat­ter of fact. Carol shrugged and 
got her bag.

"Bye,“ she said, leav­ing be­fore either of them could say a word. On her way out the door,
Di­ane blocked her path.

"Lonely, honey?“ she cooed. "I know you can‘t leave with Chris, so what‘s wrong with me?“

This was get­ting in­ter­est­ing to Carol. Di­ane had entered with Lila and Carol would 
love to learn as much as she could about what the two of them had been do­ing.

"I‘ve got to get out of this place,“ Carol said. She waited for Di­ane‘s re­ac­tion.

"Fine with me,“ Di­ane said. She walked out the Cat with Carol and Carol vowed never to 
go in that place again.

"Where do you want to go?“ she asked Di­ane when they were on the side­walk.

Di­ane shrugged. "By the way, my name is Di­ane,“ she said. "I‘m free. I‘ll go any­where 
in­ter­est­ing.“

Sud­denly Carol longed to jump in her car and go for a drive.

"I‘ve got a car,“ she said. "Let‘s go some­place away from the city.“ Where ex­actly, Carol 
had no idea, but she felt as though driv­ing might re­move the mood she was in.

"Far out!“ Di­ane said. The chick must have money. Not too many girls that Di­ane knew in
the city had cars.

It was sev­eral blocks to Carol‘s gar­age and she didn‘t bother adding that she lived in the 
high-rise above it. They had to wait a few minutes for her car to come up, and this gave the 
two girls a chance to look at one an­other.

Carol wondered if those well-formed lips that Di­ane pos­sessed had just left the mouth or
cunt of the girl she felt she was in love with. If so, she too wanted to moosh her own mouth 
around on them and swap spit with the owner.

Carol waited un­til they were roar­ing up the West Side high­way be­fore say­ing 
any­thing though. Her spir­its had lif­ted already and as she saw the lights of the George 
Wash­ing­ton bridge ahead of her, she felt like driv­ing to Vir­ginia.

Her little Mer­cedes coupe hummed along as though happy to be out of the gar­age and 
free on the high­way once again.

Carol began talk­ing to Di­ane. Di­ane was a lot quieter in the car than she had been in 
the bar. The fact that Carol might have money awed her as it al­ways did. She had a de­sire to 
please Carol, so she answered her ques­tions freely.

"Yeah,“ she said, not know­ing the true mean­ing be­hind Carol‘s ques­tions, "that Lila is a 
fuck­about!“

"Oh?“ Carol asked care­fully.

Shit! She thought to her­self. She tried to hate Lila, but it was still dif­fi­cult.

"Yeah,“ Di­ane was say­ing as they crossed the bridge and took off down the Jer­sey 
Turn­pike, "We just got through mak­ing it ourselves!“

Carol al­most ran off the road. Then she de­cided fuck it. "I slept with her this morn­ing 
my­self,“ she said.

"No Shit!“ Di­ane said and Carol was quick to note that it didn‘t mean a pile of beans to 
Di­ane. So why should it mean so much to me, she wondered?

Lila was pretty, gran­ted, but so were a lot of other girls. Carol didn‘t know the ex­act 
reason but she sup­posed it had some­thing to do with the star-like qual­ity Lila had 
pro­jec­ted the night be­fore when she had seen her alone.

"What‘s the story on Chris?“ Carol asked.

Di­ane launched into Chris‘s role with Lila. "Chris likes to take care of people and when she
first met Lila, she re­minded her of her­self many years ago. I don‘t know. Who can ex­plain 
what at­tracts one per­son to the other?“

It made more sense to Carol now why Lila would be with Chris, but what Carol wanted to 
do was show Lila that she, Carol, could take bet­ter care of Lila than Chris ever could.

Di­ane pulled out sev­eral joints then and they rode along si­lently, groov­ing on the 
lights and the mo­tion of the car as it cruised along.

Sev­eral minutes later and Carol was be­gin­ning to feel as though Di­ane was the nicest 
per­son in the world. She took her right hand off the wheel and reached over for Di­ane‘s 
hand. Giv­ing it a squeeze, she thought to her­self how smooth the skin was, as though it had 
never done any hard work. Much like her own hands.

Di­ane began talk­ing then. Her voice rose ever so slightly over the mu­sic and Carol felt 
as though her voice was meant to go with mu­sic. She knew that it might have been 
con­di­tion­ing that made her auto­mat­ic­ally as­sume that every black per­son loved to 
sing, but she couldn‘t help feel­ing that way, any­how!

As it turned out, Di­ane did love to sing and was singing in a group right now. "We‘re not 
as good as The Su­premes,“ she said mod­estly. "And I‘m not Di­ane Ross, but we try and we 
get a big kick out of it.“

"Don‘t you want to be as good as The Su­premes?“ Carol asked, "or are you just try­ing 
not to brag?“

"Sure, I guess you could say I have my am­bi­tions,“ Di­ane said. And she lapsed into 
si­lence.

She had her am­bi­tions all right! The reason she had split from her house had everything 
to do with her am­bi­tions. Every­one in her house had wanted her to be­come a nurse. They 
thought she was off the wall for want­ing to be a singer.

If they knew she was gay to boot, she would be thrown out of her house on her ass. 
Though she had spent her en­tire child­hood eat­ing out her little sis­ters, all of them were 
now mar­ried!

Carol no­ticed the num­ber of mo­tels they were passing and she sud­denly had a 
yearn­ing to stop in one. She didn‘t think Di­ane would voice any ob­jec­tions, so without 
say­ing any­thing she pulled into the next one.

"I‘ll be right back,“ she said, park­ing the car in front of the of­fice and go­ing in­side for a 
room. She doubted if Di­ane had enough money on her to split a room and she wanted to do 
this on her own.

"That was fast,“ Di­ane ob­served as Carol popped back into the car.

Carol said noth­ing but parked the car in front of the sec­tion that matched her room key. 
Tak­ing a bottle of scotch out of her glove com­part­ment, she waved gaily at Di­ane.

"Get your ass in gear!“ she shouted.

Di­ane smiled broadly and got out of the car. In­side the room, Carol flopped down on the
big bed and bounced up and down sev­eral times.

"Come on!“ she in­vited Di­ane. "It‘s fun!“ But Di­ane dis­ap­peared into the bath­room. 
She re­turned shortly with two glasses and a pitcher of wa­ter.

"Break out the scotch, honey,“ she drawled. "We might as well make a night of it!“ Carol 
sloshed the scotch into the two glasses and raised hers in a toast to Di­ane.

"Lips that touched Lila‘s, will now touch mine!“ and she took such a huge gulp of the 
strong li­quor that she began sput­ter­ing and chok­ing.

Di­ane had the brains to sip hers more slowly, but then, she wasn‘t as hys­ter­ical as Carol 
and she knew it.

Carol turned on the tele­vi­sion. Her fa­vor­ite pro­gram, "Mary Hart­man, Mary 
Hart­man“, was on. The fact that co­caine had been found in Louise Lasser‘s purse en­deared 
the act­ress to Carol in a way no amount of act­ing could have.

"That‘s the stu­pid­est pro­gram I ever did see,“ Di­ane snorted, but she flopped on her 
stom­ach also, next to Carol, and watched as the two fag­gots fought over whether or not 
they should an­nounce to the world their true situ­ation.

"Shit!“ Di­ane said. "I can see the day when that would hap­pen!“

"Stop your hoot­ing,“ Carol said. And she told Di­ane about El­len be­ing her mother‘s 
friend and how she must know which way Carol was bent.

The scotch was mak­ing both girls giddy now and lazy in their ap­proach to each other.

"Take off your clothes, bitch,“ Carol in­struc­ted Di­ane. She felt reck­less and crazy 
to­wards Di­ane. And happy too.

"Don‘t go call­ing me no bitch!“ Di­ane pro­tested, but Carol could see where she didn‘t 
really mind.

Di­ane stood then and un­der­went an elab­or­ate strip tease act for her new friend. Carol 
gaped through her blur­ring vis­ion at the way Di­ane‘s tits jut­ted out as straight in the front 
as her high nig­ger‘s ass shot out in the back.

Not will­ing to be out­done by Di­ane‘s as­sets, Carol lurched to her feet and began 
pulling off her clothes.

"Here,“ Di­ane offered. "Let me help.“

The long dress that Carol had worn to her mother‘s din­ner party was stained with spilled 
drinks and the hem was soiled from walk­ing on the side­walk, but Carol didn‘t care. At three 
bucks a shot it would be cheaper to throw it away than get it cleaned.

Di­ane gazed ad­mir­ingly at Carol‘s body. "You sure do have a nice body,“ she 
mur­mured and she reached out with her right hand to fondle and tweak Carol‘s tits.

Carol leaned for­ward, let­ting her breasts brush against Di­ane‘s lips. She could feel 
Di­ane‘s hot breath sear­ing into the sens­it­ive flesh and it sent a shiver of de­light ra­cing 
through her body.

Di­ane star­ted suck­ing on her tits then, and Carol grabbed onto her woolly head for 
sup­port. Though Di­ane‘s hair felt like a bunch of brillo pads to Carol, she liked the way the 
other girl‘s Afro felt.

Her hands began pulling on Di­ane‘s hair, feel­ing its wiry strands cut slightly into the skin 
on her fin­gers.

"Your hair feels funny,“ she burped, but she kept play­ing with it all the same, mov­ing 
Di­ane‘s head back and forth as eas­ily as Di­ane‘s tongue licked and sucked on her tits.

Di­ane was used to com­ments from white girls about her hair. At first she had been 
of­fen­ded, but when she real­ized they were only mar­veling over the dif­fer­ence, she no 
longer re­sen­ted it.

She reached up with one hand and pulled a few wisps of Carol‘s own baby fine blonde 
hair.

"Your hair feels funny too,“ her muffled voice said.

Carol fell on Di­ane then, push­ing her back­wards on the bed. Their cunts were rub­bing 
against each other, so Di­ane began boun­cing Carol up and down. For the first time since last
night, Carol wasn‘t think­ing about Lila. She was glad that Di­ane had ap­proached her as she 
was leav­ing the Cat, oth­er­wise her en­tire even­ing would have been a com­plete waste.

She jerked her tits out of Di­ane‘s mouth then and bent her head lower in or­der to suck 
on Di­ane‘s full breasts. Di­ane thrust her chest up in the air and seized Carol‘s head harshly in
her hands.

"That‘s it, okay chick,“ she said. "Suck mama‘s tits!“ Shit! Carol thought. She wished she 
had had a big black mama when she was grow­ing up in­stead of that cold bitch who called 
her­self Mother. Just think­ing about her mother made Carol freeze for a second, so she put 
her out of her mind and con­cen­trated on suck­ing Di­ane‘s tits. She wished Di­ane had milk 
in them. That would be a gas, nurs­ing at twenty-three years of age! She squeezed Di­ane‘s tit 
that didn‘t have her mouth on it and grooved on the way it kept pop­ping back into place.

"Go down on me, sweetie,“ Di­ane urged.

Her voice had changed, lowered it­self by sev­eral octaves so that its husk­i­ness aroused 
Carol to new heights of pas­sion.

She squirmed down on the large bed so that her head was now between Di­ane‘s two 
black thighs.

Plunging her tongue out of her mouth like a muted weapon, Carol began suck­ing on the 
black box of her new com­pan­ion.

CHAPTER FOUR

El­len was at Eliza­beth‘s apart­ment by el­even o‘clock the next morn­ing. Eliza­beth 
her­self opened the apart­ment door eagerly, dressed in a thin nylon robe that showed her 
body eas­ily to El­len who al­ways no­ticed those things.

"What happened?“ she squealed, prac­tic­ally drag­ging El­len in the apart­ment.

"Noth­ing much,“ El­len said. "Got any cof­fee?“ She could smell it. She just thought it 
bet­ter to ask.

Eliza­beth led the way into the din­ing room where Eliza­beth had fresh rolls and the 
en­tire ser­vice set for cof­fee. Pour­ing her friend a cup, Eliza­beth then poured her­self one 
and peered at El­len over the rim.

"Well!“ she de­man­ded. "Did you se­duce the little dyke?“

"You cer­tainly have a way with words,“ El­len ob­served dryly. "I‘m glad you‘re not MY 
mother!“

"Go on!“ Eliza­beth in­sisted, let­ting the in­sult run right off her back without even 
hear­ing it.

El­len told Eliza­beth about her lack of suc­cess last night, fin­ish­ing with: "If I were you, 
Liz, I‘d for­get the whole plan. It‘s mad to be­gin with!“

"Easy for you to say,“ Eliza­beth spat. "You‘re one who would be con­tent to live in a 
gar­ret!“

"That‘s not true and you know it,“ El­len said. "It‘s just that there are ways and there are 
ways, if you know what I mean.“

And she took a long sip of cof­fee.

Eliza­beth told El­len how she had met a shrink at party last week who had ad­vised her to
doc­u­ment her proof that Carol was in­cap­able of reach­ing her ma­jor­ity and she would 
prob­ably get all the money for her­self.

El­len stud­ied Eliza­beth care­fully. She was a very at­tract­ive wo­man as far as El­len was
con­cerned. She had just never thought about go­ing to bed with her be­fore. Well, El­len 
thought philo­soph­ic­ally, if I can‘t get the daugh­ter, maybe the mother will have to do.

"Did you have cos­metic sur­gery per­formed on your body?“ she asked Eliza­beth 
sud­denly.

Eliza­beth gave a little pleased gasp. "Why no!“ she pro­tested. "Why do you ask?“ El­len 
lit a ci­gar­ette and blew the smoke in Eliza­beth‘s face. "You cer­tainly don‘t look your age 
be­neath the neck, that‘s for damn sure!“ Eliza­beth laughed un­eas­ily. "That sounds like a 
double-edged com­pli­ment to me,“ she said. "But at this stage of the game, I‘ll take it.“

"Tell me some­thing,“ El­len asked. "How is it you never got di­vorced from Phil? You‘re 
not in love with him, are you?“ Eliza­beth al­most choked on her cof­fee. "You ought to have 
been able to fig­ure that one out,“ she said. "The only clue I‘ll give you is that love had 
noth­ing to do with it.“

"Hmm,“ El­len said. She was de­lib­er­at­ing over whether or not she should make a move 
right here at the table. She figured the most her friend could do to her was slap her face.

"Hand me the sugar, will you?“ she asked Eliza­beth.

Eliza­beth reached ob­li­gingly to­wards the sugar and El­len grabbed her hand.

"Wha ... t?“ Eliza­beth gasped. "El­len!

What‘s come over you? You‘ve been act­ing aw­fully pe­cu­liar lately.“

"Don‘t give me that bull­shit,“ El­len snapped, not re­lin­quish­ing her grip on Eliza­beth 
by an inch.

"Ow!“ Eliza­beth whined, pulling her hand back from El­len, "that‘s pain­ful!“ But El­len was
out of her chair and on top of Eliza­beth be­fore she had a chance to protest any longer.

She pinned Eliza­beth‘s shoulders against her chair and forced her mouth onto hers. El­len
was con­vinced that Eliza­beth was a les­bian and she was will­ing to risk their friend­ship to 
prove it.

As for Eliza­beth, she was so taken aback by the first real phys­ical con­tact she had 
ex­per­i­enced in years, her first re­ac­tion was one of shock. Then, as El­len‘s tongue did 
ex­cit­ing things to the in­side of her mouth,. Eliza­beth al­lowed her­self to re­lax, en­joy­ing 
the power­ful grip of the other wo­man and her skill­ful way with her tongue.

El­len heard Eliza­beth‘s breath grow­ing shorter and more gasp­ing and she took 
cour­age from this sign of sub­mis­sion.

Though she would have pre­ferred to be in Eliza­beth‘s bed­room, she didn‘t want to 
break her hold on Eliza­beth right now. Then, she didn‘t have to. As Eliza­beth came up for 
breath, she sug­ges­ted with lowered eyes, that they go into the bed­room.

El­len didn‘t wait for a second in­vit­a­tion. She fol­lowed Eliza­beth into the bed­room as 
a male dog fol­lows a bitch in heat.

The in­side of Eliza­beth‘s bed­room was pitch-black, even though the sun was shin­ing 
brightly out­side. Eliza­beth al­ways kept her room this way, fig­ur­ing sun rays in the 
morn­ing would give her wrinkles. Now, as she lay on her back, her legs par­ted, the robe 
around her side: she was grate­ful for the dark­ness that hid her shy­ness.

She waited for El­len to do some­thing. She didn‘t know ex­actly what to ex­pect, but she 
as­sumed it would feel good, oth­er­wise how ex­plain all the wo­men who dug sleep­ing 
with each other?

The next thing Eliza­beth was aware of was the tick­ling sen­sa­tion of her clit be­ing 
nibbled at. Her first gasp­ing re­ac­tion was to laugh, but she also real­ized this was just 
self-con­scious­ness on her part and bit down on her lower Up. With her closed eyes and the 
darkened room, Eliza­beth gave free rein to her ca­pa­city for arousal. Un­for­tu­nately for the
hard-work­ing El­len, Eliza­beth was as in­flam­mable as a brick.

El­len lapped away for ten minutes be­fore stop­ping. She had been given the 
im­pres­sion that she was mak­ing love to a corpse. Just as she was about to raise her head 
and make a com­ment to this ef­fect, the door to Eliza­beth‘s room opened. At first Eliza­beth
wasn‘t sure she could trust her ears. She peered through the dark­ness in or­der to as­cer­tain
who had had the balls to enter her room without knock­ing. All she saw was the out­line of a 
man in the door­way When he spoke, her heart sank and she pushed frantic­ally at El­len‘s 
head, try­ing to dis­en­gage her from between her thighs.

"Well!“ a deep male voice boomed. "Isn‘t this a pretty sight!“

"Phil!“ Eliza­beth yelled. "How DARE you come into my room like this?“ But her voice didn‘t
carry the con­vic­tion of the in­no­cently of­fen­ded.

Phil rudely flipped the over­head light on and stared at El­len who was wip­ing her mouth 
on the back of her hand.

"Is that where you get your ideas for those ri­dicu­lous pieces of twis­ted iron you call 
sculp­ture?“ he jeered. He was en­joy­ing him­self im­mensely.

El­len cringed. If he had called her a filthy les­bian, she could have handled it, but to mock 
her art was the un­kind­est cut of all. She sat up and tried to straighten her rumpled clothes 
out. Eliza­beth also was do­ing her best to yank her flimsy robe about her na­ked­ness.

"I al­ways thought you were a dyke,“ Phil said. "But you were so busy mock­ing my 
mas­culin­ity I never got a chance to tell you!“

Eliza­beth was chag­rined and speech­less for a change, but not for long. She swung her 
legs over the side of the bed, prac­tic­ally knock­ing El­len to the floor in the pro­cess and 
stood up to face her former hus­band.

"I wouldn‘t be sur­prised if you were drunk out of your mind,“ she snapped. "And even if 
you were, it‘s still no reason to barge into my room as though the two of us were still liv­ing 
with one an­other.“

"Don‘t make me laugh,“ Phil said. "I didn‘t come to see you any­way. I came to see my 
daugh­ter. How is Carol? And where is she?“

Eliza­beth‘s eyes nar­rowed. She had to be care­ful with what she said now.

"Now‘s a fine time to in­quire about her. I wouldn‘t worry about Carol, if I were you Phil. As
long as she con­tin­ues to get her checks, she‘s fine.“

"I‘d like to make sure she IS get­ting her checks,“ Phil said. "Is she still liv­ing in the 
Vil­lage?“

"Isn‘t that where all les­bi­ans live?“ Eliza­beth said cruelly.

Phil looked long and hard at El­len and Eliza­beth.

"Ap­par­ently not!“ he shot at both of them be­fore turn­ing on his heels and walk­ing out
the door.

"Now you‘ve done it!“ Eliza­beth raged at El­len. "You‘ve fucked up everything but good! 
How the hell am I go­ing to make a case out of Carol be­ing a les­bian when he finds the two 
of us do­ing whatever it was we were do­ing?“

El­len looked at Eliza­beth and burst out laugh­ing. "You are really nuts!“ she said. "Look, I 
have to go. If I see Carol or if any­thing new breaks, I‘ll be in touch. But don‘t bother me with 
any of your crazy schemes any­more, okay?“

And she too left the be­wildered Eliza­beth alone in her room, won­der­ing why it was 
that she was so dif­fer­ent than just about every­one she knew.

She sat at her van­ity and stared at her­self in the mir­ror. The face that looked back at her
was a per­son she real­ized she didn‘t even know.

Mean­while, Phil had hit the side­walk and was hail­ing a cab as El­len too walked out­side
the build­ing. At first Phil didn‘t no­tice El­len, but she went boldly up to him.

"If you‘re go­ing to the Vil­lage to look for Carol, maybe I can help,“ she offered.

Phil stared at El­len for a minute, not quite com­pre­hend­ing what on earth she was 
talk­ing about. Then, real­iz­ing his own sexual his­tory wasn‘t ex­actly a model of pro­pri­ety,
he shrugged and opened the door of a cab for El­len.

They rode to the Vil­lage mainly in si­lence. El­len felt Phil‘s thinly dis­guised hos­til­ity 
to­wards her and she wanted to erase it.

"Don‘t be so hard on me or Eliza­beth,“ she fi­nally said. "At least you don‘t have to worry 
about her fuck­ing around with other men.“

Phil gave a short laugh. "Do you hon­estly think that‘s one of the things that con­cerns 
me?“ he asked. "Shit! As far as I‘m con­cerned she could be fuck­ing an ele­phant. It‘s no skin 
off my nose.“

El­len fell si­lent then. She real­ized that once people got into dis­cuss­ing sex, 
ra­tion­al­ity went fly­ing out the win­dow.

She gave Phil the ad­dress of the Cat and the ad­vice that she didn‘t think Carol would be 
there this early. Phil thanked her and prom­ised to keep in touch with her, though in his heart 
he hoped he would never see her again.

Giv­ing her enough money for the cab, Phil got out and began to walk around the 
Vil­lage. He hadn‘t been here in years and the changes over­whelmed him. He began to feel 
sad, as though he had wasted much of his life. He cer­tainly knew he had done things he 
would have been bet­ter off not do­ing, but he wanted to make up for that now.

See­ing Carol was a be­gin­ning. It would be hard fa­cing her, but he was will­ing to try. 
Sev­eral times as he strolled about the Vil­lage he thought he saw her, but it never was. He 
knew she had a car, as he had paid for it him­self and he knew she was liv­ing in a safe 
apart­ment. He ad­mired the fact that she was keen on mak­ing her own way and he wanted 
to let her know just how much her de­term­in­a­tion meant to him.

Grow­ing tired of wan­der­ing around, Phil fell into the Lion‘s Head and ordered a beer. 
This had been one of his fa­vor­ite bars years ago when he used to go to the Vil­lage. It was 
dur­ing those years he had held some hope out for him­self that he could be an­other 
Hem­ming­way, but that was all gone now with the real­iz­a­tion that he in­dulged him­self 
too much and worked too little.

Fuck it, he said to him­self. He didn‘t have to work to earn money and he had once 
thought that was the only value of work. That had been his first mis­take. It seemed to him 
now that Carol knew more about the value of work than he did. Or, at least it seemed as 
though she had learned her les­son earlier.

He wondered where she had got­ten her drive from. Cer­tainly not from her im­me­di­ate 
par­ents!

The man next to Phil was read­ing New­s­week and Phil was dy­ing to talk to someone. He
no­ticed the cover story was about Com­ing Out, a phe­nom­ena that was hap­pen­ing with 
gay people in all walks of life.

"My daugh­ter is a les­bian,“ Phil said.

The man glanced up from the art­icle and stared at Phil. Then he re­turned to his read­ing.
Phil threw some money on the bar and walked out. The Vil­lage didn‘t seem as friendly to him
as it once had.

He de­cided to sit in the park un­til it got dark. Find­ing an empty bench was easy at this 
time of day and Phil tried to look as though he be­longed there, mean­while star­ing at 
every­one who passed him as though they were freaks.

Though Phil‘s life now was full of young nu­bile chick­ies, at least none of them were 
re­lated to him. He sus­pec­ted most of them were at­trac­ted to his money and his 
gen­er­os­ity but that didn‘t really bother him. For a man ap­proach­ing fifty, Phil looked 
ex­cel­lent.

Mean­while, Di­ane and Carol had changed their minds about go­ing to Vir­ginia. Right 
now Carol was anxious to get back to New York. She had en­joyed sleep­ing with Di­ane last 
night and she en­joyed her com­pany in the car right now, but her yearn­ing to know more 
about Lila had re­as­ser­ted it­self the next day as pain­ful as the hangover she had.

They had stopped in Mary­land for break­fast and then bought a six-pack to drink in the 
car on the way back to New York. As they winged along, swill­ing away at their beer, Carol 
glanced in her rear-view mir­ror and saw to her dis­may the flash­ing red and or­ange lights 
of a patrol car.

"Shit!“ she ex­ploded. "Ditch the beer un­der the seat or some­thing.“ She slowed the 
Mer­cedes down and pulled over to the side of the high­way. Fish­ing around in her purse so 
that she would have her li­cense and re­gis­tra­tion handy for the of­ficer, she saw sev­eral 
loose joints fall to the floor. But she was able to stuff them back into her purse be­fore rolling 
down her win­dow. To her sur­prise, the Smokey was a wo­man.

"Let me see your li­cense and re­gis­tra­tion, dearie,“ the wo­man said. Carol handed them
over to her quickly. The wo­man peered in­side the car, tak­ing in the fact that Di­ane looked 
as though she had had one too many.

"May I ask what I was do­ing wrong?“ Carol asked, try­ing to use a sub­ser­vi­ent tone of 
voice that nor­mally worked with male of­ficers.

"You may,“ the wo­man patrol of­ficer said.

"Well?“ Carol asked. "What was I do­ing wrong?“

"To be­gin with, you were break­ing the speed limit by ten miles an hour and you were 
drink­ing a beer, weren‘t you?“ Carol was so as­ton­ished that the of­ficer knew she was 
drink­ing a beer that she said, "Yes, Ma‘am, I was.“

"You got a lot of prob­lems?“ the wo­man asked, peer­ing kindly into Carol‘s face.

"Yes,“ Carol said.

"You‘re go­ing to have a lot more prob­lems if you con­tinue to drink and drive,“ the 
wo­man said. She whipped out her ticket book.

"What are you do­ing?“ Carol cried in alarm. She had already re­ceived one con­vic­tion of
a drunk driv­ing charge and an­other one would fix her ass for years.

"I‘m giv­ing you a ticket,“ the wo­man said. Her voice was calm and Carol knew if she had 
a gun she would have shot her right there and then.

"Are you giv­ing me a ticket for speed­ing, drink­ing, or both?“ she asked in a little voice.

The wo­man stopped writ­ing then and looked at Carol. "You‘re lucky young lady. I‘m only 
giv­ing you a ticket for speed­ing.“

"Thank you!“ Carol sighed with re­lief.

She ac­cep­ted the ticket from the wo­man as though it was a gift from the gods.

Driv­ing much more care­fully on the way to New York, Carol told Di­ane about the time 
she had been drink­ing Nytol for her cold and had got­ten ar­res­ted for drunk driv­ing.

"I was fall­ing asleep at the wheel, ac­tu­ally,“ she said. "I didn‘t know at the time that 
Nytol has twenty-five per­cent al­co­hol in it. But they don‘t give a shit what you get drunk 
on. If your driv­ing is im­paired, it‘s im­paired!“

They de­cided to cool it on the beer and smoked a few joints on the way back to New York
in­stead.

"You know,“ Carol mused. "It‘s ab­so­lutely fright­en­ing to think who‘s driv­ing cars on 
the roads today! I mean every­one I know drives stoned or drunk.“

"Yeah,“ Di­ane said. "Thank God for pub­lic trans­port­a­tion.“

"Get­ting mugged or murdered on the sub­way isn‘t too swift either,“ Carol said.

"What do you know about the sub­way?“ Di­ane asked scorn­fully. "A chick like you 
doesn‘t know what it‘s like to sur­vive in New York.“

"When do you think you‘ll see Lila again?“ Carol asked, eager to change the sub­ject and 
anxious to talk of her be­loved.

"I don‘t know,“ Di­ane said. "Prob­ably the next time I go to the Cat.“ Carol drove Di­ane 
home and then split for her apart­ment. As soon as she changed, she was go­ing to call El­len 
and find out where Chris lived.

El­len didn‘t men­tion right away that Carol‘s father was look­ing for her, but she did after 
she gave Carol Chris‘s ad­dress.

Carol re­ceived the news that her father was wan­der­ing around the Vil­lage look­ing for 
her with mixed emo­tions. Any other time and it might have cheered her up to see the old 
rep­rob­ate, but right now all she wanted to do was talk to Lila. She called her num­ber.

"Hello?“ Lila asked.

"Is Chris there?“ Carol wanted to know.

"I‘m sorry, she‘s work­ing right now,“ Lila said po­litely.

"When will she be home?“ Carol con­tin­ued.

"Maybe around mid­night,“ Lila said. "I‘m not sure. Who‘s call­ing please?“

"Hi Lila,“ Carol said. "It‘s me, Carol.“

She waited for Lila‘s re­ac­tion.

"Oh hi, Carol!“ Lila replied with genu­ine de­light. "What do you want with Chris?“

"Noth­ing,“ Carol said. "I just wanted to know if you were free later on.“

"I sup­pose so,“ Lila said guardedly.

"Why don‘t you come over to my place then?“ Carol asked, try­ing des­per­ately to keep 
the eager­ness out of her voice.

"Maybe I will,“ Lila said vaguely. "What‘s your phone num­ber?“ Carol gave it to her and 
hung up. She couldn‘t be­lieve her luck! Not only was Chris out of the way for most of the 
even­ing, but now Lila had her num­ber and would call her back!

Carol took a long hot shower, try­ing to erase all traces of her en­counter with Di­ane. She
wanted to be fresh and new for her time with Lila. She only hoped that Lila would not fail her.

As she was dry­ing her­self off with her fa­vor­ite fluffy towel, her bell rang.

Shit! Carol swore. Who the fuck is that? Throw­ing a robe over her na­ked­ness, she 
pressed the in­ter­com. Not both­er­ing to dis­guise the an­noy­ance in her voice, she said: 
"Yes?“

"Can I come up now?“ a fe­male voice asked.

"Who is this?“ Carol de­man­ded.

"It‘s me,“ the voice said. "Me!“

Fall­ing for the old­est trick in New York, Carol re­leased the buzzer and went back to her 
bath­room. Pow­der­ing her pits in a hurry and fin­ish­ing her toi­let off with a heavy dose of 
per­fume, Carol slipped into some bells and a mid­riff top. Sur­vey­ing her­self in the mir­ror 
she de­cided she looked none the worse for the sexual wear and tear she had ex­per­i­enced 
in the past few days.

Just then her bell rang. ‚Go­ing to the door she flung it open and stared in total shock as 
Chris barged into her liv­ing room.

"Hey, bitch!“ Chris snarled, reach­ing for Carol‘s throat. "Try­ing to make time with my 
chick, huh? Huh?“ and she pinned Carol up against the wall.

"What the hell!“ Carol gasped, but she was pinned by Chris‘s power­ful grasp.

"No won­der you hang out with that bitch El­len,“ Chris con­tin­ued to har­range. "The 
two of you make a great couple.“

Carol was be­gin­ning to fear for her life when her buzzer rang again. Chris turned her 
head quickly to­wards the sound.

"Get rid of who­ever that is,“ she in­struc­ted Carol, "and no tricks!“ As if to em­phas­ize 
her point, she squeezed her hand around Carol‘s throat even tighter. Chok­ing and 
sput­ter­ing, Carol once again asked into the in­ter­com who it was.

"Phil,“ the male voice replied. "I‘m on my way up!“ Then he was off with a click. Though 
Carol had mixed emo­tions about Phil, his voice never soun­ded so wel­comed to her. Chris 
re­laxed her hold com­pletely on Carol now. Carol could do noth­ing but stare into the 
twis­ted face that was Chris‘s.

"How did you know?“ she couldn‘t help but ask.

Chris laughed. "Are you kid­ding me?“ she sneered, "I was listen­ing on the ex­ten­sion!“

"Then why ... ?“ Carol star­ted to ask. She had never been so con­fused in her life.

"Let me give you one good reason to stay away from my chick,“ Chris said. "To be­gin with,
she‘s a psy­cho. And Num­ber Two, she‘s mine!“

And with that, she turned on her booted heel and clomped out of the apart­ment. But just
as soon as she opened the door, Phil bounced in.

"Who‘s your friend?“ he asked, ap­prais­ing Chris up and down. Chris paused for an 
in­stant, torn between flight and curi­os­ity.

Carol saw where her father as­sumed that Chris was a friend and she laughed. "That‘s 
Chris,“ she said as Chris slammed out the door.

Phil went over to the couch and flopped down on the cush­ions. "So tell me little one,“ he 
said, "What‘s with the gay life that keeps you so far re­moved from your mother‘s?“

Carol stared at her father. "Who told you that?“ she asked.

"Look,“ Phil said. "I‘m not ex­actly wet be­hind the ears you know. " And he told Carol 
about El­len and Eliza­beth that morn­ing.

Carol broke out some wine she had hoped to share with Lila and the two of them 
pro­ceeded to get drunk. . Carol had never thought in her wild­est dreams that someday she 
would be sit­ting down with her father try­ing to dis­cuss her gay life.

Phil listened care­fully, nod­ding when Carol was ser­i­ous and laugh­ing when she 
mocked her­self. He made no men­tion of his guilt over their abor­ted trip to Europe and 
neither did Carol. How­ever, their avoid­ance of the topic only hid the fact that they both 
thought it was per­tin­ent.

"This thing you have with Lila sounds real far out to me,“ Phil fi­nally said when Carol had 
ex­hausted the sub­ject. "I‘d like to meet her.“

"I‘d like you to meet her too,“ Carol ad­mit­ted. "Right now I‘m un­der the im­pres­sion 
every­one is try­ing to drive me crazy!“

"If I were you,“ Phil said. "I‘d watch out for your mother.“ He wouldn‘t elab­or­ate, only 
ad­mit­ting it was a feel­ing that he had. "And El­len,“ he ad­ded. "She‘s weird as all shit!“ Phil 
wanted to lay some bread on Carol and she was not ad­verse to tak­ing it. "I hear your 
mother‘s been meet­ing with law­yers,“ Phil told her, "she may try to fuck up the money 
you‘re en­titled to, so watch out.“ He stood then. "Well, I have a flight back to San Fran­cisco 
to­night. I hope I make it.“ He glanced at his watch be­fore kiss­ing Carol good­bye. Carol 
threw her arms around his waist and hugged him. "Keep in touch, Phil,“ she said. "When do 
you think you‘ll be back in New York?“

"I never know,“ Phil said. "But let‘s keep in con­tact. If it wasn‘t for El­len telling me. The 
block you lived on, I doubt I would have found you at all.“ Carol re­solved right then and there
to call El­len and thank her. Maybe she should have a thing with El­len and for­get her 
ob­ses­sion with the strange Lila. But as soon as her father was gone, the old de­sire and 
long­ing began again, driv­ing her up the wall and made more acute by the li­quor in her 
sys­tem.

But now she was afraid. Chris was a dan­ger­ous per­son. Carol dialed El­len. They 
chat­ted for sev­eral minutes be­fore get­ting down to busi­ness.

"If I were you,“ El­len ad­vised. "I‘d con­cen­trate on my ca­reer as an art dir­ector and 
for­get the so­cial life for awhile.“

That kind of ad­vise could have stemmed from her mother and Carol wasn‘t in­ter­ested in
hear­ing about it.

"Why don‘t you come over here?“ El­len sug­ges­ted. "I‘ve made enough din­ner for two 
and I hate to eat alone.“

Carol agreed to go, say­ing good­bye to her plans for the even­ing with Lila with re­gret.

She had for­got­ten to find out which res­taur­ant Chris worked in, but be­fore she called 
Lila again, she vowed she would check it out in per­son to make sure Chris was really there. 
There was no doubt she would call Lila. She was more in­trigued than ever now. She just 
couldn‘t be­lieve that Lila had de­lib­er­ately set her up for an en­counter with Chris that 
could have turned into a dis­aster. Walk­ing to­wards El­len‘s place, Carol felt en­vi­ous of all 
the couples she saw strolling in the street. How was it some people seem to find it so easy to 
be. In love, while for oth­ers it seemed to be noth­ing but heartache? But des­pite her 
feel­ings of loneli­ness, hope burned brightly in her breast.

CHAPTER FIVE

Lila was ly­ing on her back in bed, watch­ing tele­vi­sion when Chris let her­self in the 
apart­ment.

"Is that you, honey?“ she called out to her lover. "Did you take care of her?“

"Not ex­actly,“ Chris ad­mit­ted. "Her father came up and ruined it all.“

"No shit,“ Lila said. "I thought he was out of the coun­try.“

"He was,“ Chris said, flop­ping down next to Lila on their bed. She reached for the younger
girl auto­mat­ic­ally, and Lila snuggled close to Chris, though ab­sently, as if dis­trac­ted.

"It‘s too bad we need the money,“ she said. "I kind of like her.“

"What do you mean?“ Chris asked sharply.

Lila was smart enough to force her voice to be light. "Oh, you know,“ she answered 
vaguely. "I mean that she seems all right to me.

Chris snorted. "What do you know?“ she asked. Her arm went around Lila. "How can you 
watch this shit?“ she asked her, ges­tur­ing to­wards the tube.

"There‘s noth­ing else to do,“ Lila whined. She star­ted to be­come rest­less. "I‘m hungry,“ 
she said.

"You‘re al­ways hungry,“ Chris grumbled. But she got off the bed and went to their small 
kit­chen. "Want some chocol­ate pud­ding?“ she called into Lila.

"Okay,“ Lila answered. Chris got Lila a dish and brought it back to their bed. She watched 
in a kind of dull fas­cin­a­tion as Lila spooned the creamy pud­ding between her lips.

An ache, low in her groin began to de­velop. Without think­ing, she loosened her pants by
un­snap­ping the snap that held her jeans around her waist and stuck her hand down in­side. 
The feel­ing of her pu­bic hairs gave her com­fort, though fell far short from sat­is­fy­ing her.

"At least you don‘t have to worry about get­ting fat,“ she said petu­lantly to Lila. Lila didn‘t
bother an­swer­ing her. She never thought about get­ting fat. She was blessed with the kind 
of slender frame that could con­sume enorm­ous amounts of garbage food with no 
re­per­cus­sions. Right now, she was dressed in shorts that came just be­low her well-formed 
buns, and was na­ked from the waist up.

"It‘s hot in here,“ she said sud­denly, pla­cing the dish of half-eaten pud­ding on the night
table.

"Why don‘t you take off your shorts?“ Chris asked. She loved it when Lila paraded around 
their small apart­ment nude. It was like hav­ing a beau­ti­ful an­imal in its nat­ural state as a 
pet.

"Why don‘t you take them off,“ her lover answered.

"Shit! Are you lazy!“ Chris said, but she was happy for this chore. She turned to­wards Lila, 
her face even with Lila‘s flat stom­ach. As her hands went around Lila‘s waist to tug off the 
cut-off shorts, she couldn‘t res­ist plant­ing a wet kiss on the other girl‘s belly.

Lila squirmed with pleas­ure. "All you think about is eat­ing me,“ she com­men­ted, but 
she made no move to push the heav­ier girl away.

"Mmmm,“ Chris answered. She was suck­ing on Lila‘s belly but­ton now, dig­ging her thick
tongue into the little in­dent­a­tion.

Lila closed her eyes and began mov­ing her hips in a ro­tat­ing up and down move­ment. 
She felt lazy and spoiled. Though Chris was far from her phys­ical coun­ter­part, she did 
provide Lila with the feel­ing of pro­tec­tion and end­less pleas­ure. For Lila, whose 
child­hood had been one con­tinu­ous round of ab­use, her meet­ing up with Chris had been 
one of her more lucky breaks. She had lied when she told Carol that she had only been in the 
city a short while. Ac­tu­ally, she had been with Chris for sev­eral months. Her sud­den 
ap­pear­ance in the Cat-was due more to the fact that she sel­dom es­caped from Chris‘s 
watch­ful eye.

Chris had Lila‘s shorts off now, thrown into a corner of the room. All her con­cen­tra­tion 
was loc­ated on Lila‘s cunt. She spread the lips apart with both hands, star­ing into the moist 
pink­ness for sev­eral seconds be­fore clos­ing her eyes and get­ting lost in the taste 
sen­sa­tions of Lila‘s cunt. When Chris was eat­ing out Lila, she was in an­other world. She was
very dif­fer­ent from El­len, more like a beau­ti­ful toy. El­len was so con­cerned with for­cing 
her unique per­son­al­ity on Chris, that Chris used to get the feel­ing she was just some kind 
of slav­er­ing idiot brought in to bring El­len off. Lila may have felt the same way about Chris, 
but she never made her feel like that.

Chris may have been ba­sic­ally simple in her de­sires and needs, but she was still 
sens­it­ive. Too sens­it­ive, in fact. Her bruised ego never seemed to heal. But now, eat­ing out
Lila, Chris felt con­tent. She liked to try new things with Lila and in that way ex­pressed her 
cre­at­ive ca­pa­city, re­gard­less of how lim­ited it was. Right now she was think­ing about 
the chocol­ate pud­ding sit­ting a few feet away on the night table But rather than reach for it
right now and smear its re­mains on Lila‘s cunt, she con­ten­ted her­self with the nat­ural 
taste of Lila‘s box and its out­pour­ing of co­pi­ous flu­ids. She had her hands firmly planted 
against the un­der­side of Lila‘s thighs, push­ing them back gently so that Lila‘s thighs were 
be­gin­ning to fold back onto her stom­ach. Now her twat in all its rich, bright pink glory was 
spread be­fore Chris‘s mouth. She nibbled and sucked on Lila‘s clit, push­ing her face and 
nose around so that it covered the en­tire area.

As for Lila, she felt her­self drift­ing off into an­other world. Whenever she was get­ting 
eaten out, her thoughts seemed to take off to other times in her life, other sexual memor­ies, 
not all of them pleas­ant. Right now, en­joy­ing the caress­ing silk­i­ness of Chris‘s wet, warm 
tongue, all of Lila‘s memor­ies were pleas­ant.

Like the time she had gone off to camp. She had been four­teen at the time and showed 
great prom­ise as a swim­mer. The swim­ming in­structor at the camp had been a young 
wo­man in her early twen­ties, and at that time, Eileen had been everything that Lila had 
wanted to be­come.

Her hair was so blonde, it was al­most white and the con­trast this provided with her tan 
was so thrill­ing to Lila, she had tried to bleach her own hair later, when she re­turned home, 
but her mother had beaten her severely for this, call­ing her a tramp and a whore. Lila had had
an op­por­tun­ity to dis­cover whether or not Eileen‘s hair was truly blonde one night after a 
song­fest at the camp. Lila had wandered off from the group as they had left the great hall in 
the woods and headed back to their tents. All the in­struct­ors lived in cab­ins and this had 
struck Lila at the time as be­ing the height of lux­ury. The in­struct­ors had ra­dios and 
tele­vi­sions in their cab­ins while the campers were left hum­ming them­selves to sleep at 
night.

This even­ing, Lila was feel­ing de­pressed and had chosen to stroll back to her tent alone.
She didn‘t want to talk the in­ane chitchat that passed for con­ver­sa­tion with the other girls. 
As a mat­ter of fact, she had very little in com­mon with the other girls, feel­ing dif­fer­ent 
from them. They talked only of boys, and even now, Lila wasn‘t all that in­ter­ested in boys. 
The main thing she was in­ter­ested in was be­com­ing a good swim­mer.

"Hey wait up,“ she heard a voice be­hind her call.

"Shit!“ Lila had thought to her­self, not re­cog­niz­ing the voice of Eileen as it was the 
most un­likely thing she could ima­gine that Eileen would want to get her alone. To Lila, Eileen
was like a creature from an­other planet. Her very aloof­ness, her harsh­ness and ex­actitude 
in the dis­cip­line she de­man­ded of her pu­pils made her re­mote to Lila. But she turned, 
this even­ing and saw in­stantly the moon shin­ing on the al­most white hair.

"Oh!“ Lila had said, stop­ping obed­i­ently and wait­ing for the older wo­man to 
ap­proach her.

"Why so glum?“ Eileen had asked eas­ily, fall­ing into step with Lila.

Lila shrugged self-con­sciously. "I‘m all right,“ she said. She felt tongue-tied around her 
ad­mired in­structor and not at all cap­able of ini­ti­at­ing con­ver­sa­tion.

"Those song things can get to be a drag,“ Eileen had said. "It makes one ap­pre­ci­ate the 
ra­dio even more!“

Lila laughed. "At least you have one,“ she said en­vi­ously.

"That‘s not all we‘re al­lowed to have,“ Eileen said.

When Lila didn‘t an­swer, Eileen said, "Would you like to see my cabin?“ Lila stopped 
walk­ing along the path then, in shock.

"You mean I could go in­side your cabin?“ she asked in dis­be­lief.

"Of course!“ Eileen said with a half-laugh. "After all, it‘s mine for the sum­mer!“

"Well sure!“ Lila breathed. "I would love too!“

"Don‘t worry about bed check,“ Eileen went on. "I hap­pen to know that Rocky is get­ting 
drunk right now.“

"You mean you can DRINK in your cabin?“ Lila had squealed. To her that was ter­ribly 
shock­ing.

"Well, I‘m not much of a drinker,“ Eileen said. "After all, I‘m sup­posed to be an ath­lete. 
But I‘m not op­posed to hav­ing a little wine every now and then.“

She had taken the lead now on the nar­row path and was lead­ing the way to her cabin. 
Lila looked around her. She would love the other girls to see Eileen and her walk­ing 
to­gether. But there was no one around.

In­side the cabin, Eileen had lit a lan­tern and turned on her ste­reo. The room was small, 
but it was com­fort­able and homey. It was cer­tainly a far cry from a cot in a tent and Lila felt 
as though she had been in­vited to the White House.

"Take a cush­ion over there and have a seat on the rug,“ Eileen said. She had gone to her 
re­fri­ger­ator and was re­mov­ing a tall, skinny bottle with red stuff in­side.

"Wine,“ she ex­plained.

Lila hardly dared breathe. She wanted to run into the woods and an­nounce to the en­tire 
camp that SHE, Lila, had been in­vited to her swim­ming in­structor‘s cabin for WINE! But her 
de­sire to an­nounce this to every­one was tempered by the know­ledge that this even­ing 
should be a secret. Why, she wasn‘t ex­actly sure, but Lila knew that some­thing was in the air 
other than dis­cuss­ing her swim­ming ca­reer. All Lila had to do to win the top swim­ming 
hon­ors in the camp was earn her White Cap. Right now she was a level be­neath, but she had
felt that if she tried hard enough she might make it.

Eileen handed her a juice glass full of the wine and said: "Try it. Have you ever had wine?“

"No,“ Lila ad­mit­ted. She was sur­prised when Eileen sat down next to her on the rug 
in­stead of on the bed or the one chair that was in the room. She felt frightened in some odd 
way, though it was more a fear of the un­known than a threat of phys­ical vi­ol­ence.

"Hav­ing you in my class is a pleas­ure,“ Eileen said. And then she lit a ci­gar­ette. This 
really shocked Lila. Not only be­cause Eileen was an ath­lete, but be­cause ab­so­lutely no 
ci­gar­ettes were al­lowed in the camp.

"Smoke?“ Eileen asked auto­mat­ic­ally. Then she jerked the ci­gar­ette back. "Sorry,“ she 
said. "You‘d bet­ter NOT smoke!“

"I don‘t,“ Lila had as­sured her.

"Good,“ Eileen said em­phat­ic­ally, but she made no move to put her ci­gar­ette out. As 
she fiddled with the ashes in the ash­tray and her ci­gar­ette butt, Lila took this op­por­tun­ity
to study Eileen closely. There was some­thing boy­ish about her face. Her fea­tures were clean
and sharply defined, like a hand­some boy be­fore he shaves. She smelled good too, though 
Lila didn‘t re­cog­nize Eileen‘s scent as any­thing in par­tic­u­lar.

Eileen turned to her then, and Lila no­ticed that her eyes were even lighter blue than her 
own. To Lila, Eileen was a very beau­ti­ful and at­tract­ive per­son. This made her feel sad in 
some way, but she didn‘t know why.

"You‘re aw­fully quiet,“ Eileen said, but it wasn‘t really cri­ti­cism.

Lila gulped. "I‘m happy to be here,“ she said. "But I don‘t really know what to say.“ Eileen 
smiled. "Yeah,“ she said. "I know what you mean.“ This made Lila feel even closer to Eileen. 
Years later, when she was to look back on what happened that night, she would be amused by
think­ing of Eileen as an older wo­man. But when you‘re four­teen, twenty is old! The wine 
was start­ing to af­fect Lila, though she didn‘t make the as­so­ci­ation at the time. All she 
knew was that she felt really mel­low and warm in­side. She as­so­ci­ated this with the fact 
that her most ad­mired per­son was sit­ting next to her and that she had sought out HER 
com­pany, in­stead of the other way around.

"Like that wine?“ Eileen asked. She was stand­ing now, paus­ing be­fore mak­ing an­other 
trip to the re­fri­ger­ator.

But Lila hadn‘t drank that much of her glass and she de­clined a re­fill.

She watched Eileen as she sort of floated to the tiny ice box and she marveled at the way 
Eileen‘s legs were so slender without any fat around the hips. Her hips were nar­row, that was 
true but there were girls in the camp already look­ing like wo­men in their late thirties in the 
fat de­part­ment.

Eileen was back on the floor next to Lila be­fore she knew it and Lila ob­served that the 
minute Eileen‘s aura en­com­passed her she felt bet­ter right away. She took an­other drink of
her wine.

It tasted funny to her, but what it was do­ing to her head was an­other thing. She wished 
she could spend the night in Eileen‘s cabin. She never wanted to go back to her tent again, 
even though she knew she would have to.

A sud­den move­ment to her right, and she noted that Eileen had set her glass of wine 
down, this didn‘t strike Lila as un­usual. She thought that Eileen was about to light an­other 
ci­gar­ette. But Eileen put her arm around Lila at that point and kissed her.

It was a good thing that Lila had put her glass of wine down also, or she would have 
dropped it all over the rug.

The kiss that Eileen was giv­ing Lila was not a mushy, wet kiss. It was a close-mouthed kiss,
with her lips gently press­ing on Lila‘s, but it sent a thrill ra­cing through her body. It was 
funny for Lila, look­ing back, how she hadn‘t even been sur­prised in one part of her brain. It 
seemed very nat­ural for her to kiss Eileen and she offered no protest.

Eileen‘s arms were around her now and the kiss seemed to go on forever. This was fine 
with Lila who never wanted to lose the sen­sa­tion Eileen‘s lips were im­part­ing to Lila‘s 
nervous sys­tem.

Then Eileen was push­ing her back on the rug. Lila gave way be­neath the su­per­ior 
pres­sure of Eileen‘s strength, feel­ing as though a great soft cloud was en­vel­op­ing her and
lov­ing every second of it. Then she could feel Eileen‘s hands mov­ing around her beasts. Lila 
never even touched her own breasts, and to feel Eileen‘s hands touch­ing this most in­tim­ate 
part of her, sent a shiver through Lila. She was dressed in a thin T-shirt and shorts and Eileen‘s 
touch went right through the thin fab­ric as though it wasn‘t even there.

Now Eileen‘s hands were un­der­neath the thin shirt, her fin­gers play­ing with Lila‘s 
bra­less tits. Lila began moan­ing, a strange sound, even to her ears. It seemed to Lila as 
though a mil­lion sparks were go­ing off in her frame, gen­er­at­ing a heat un­like any­thing 
she had ever ex­per­i­enced be­fore.

Eileen‘s breath was com­ing in shorter gasps now, a pant­ing sound, low and hoarse in her
throat.

She had moun­ted Lila now and was grind­ing her pel­vis into her. The rhythm she used 
was highly pleas­ant to Lila who began match­ing it with her own swiv­el­ing hips.

"Oh, Lila!“ Eileen was mur­mur­ing. Lila wanted to say Eileen‘s name also, but she didn‘t. 
Everything was like a dream to her, and she felt that if she spoke, she would wake up to 
real­ize none of this was true.

She put her arms around Eileen‘s slender back, pulling her closer to her own body, 
want­ing them to meld to­gether as one.

Eileen was tug­ging on Lila‘s shorts now, pulling them down to re­veal her bush of pu­bic 
hairs.

Once that was ac­com­plished, Eileen began mov­ing down on Lila‘s body, go­ing from 
suck­ling each of her tits, to nuzz­ling her belly but­ton and mov­ing even lower still. Lila held 
her breath. She didn‘t be­lieve it pos­sible that Eileen was go­ing to kiss her THERE! But she 
waited, her legs spread apart, her cunt feel­ing moist and juicy.

Then, be­fore she even had time to ima­gine what was go­ing to hap­pen next, she felt 
Eileen‘s wet tongue prob­ing around between her tight cunt lips. Feel­ing them part and the 
sud­den nibble on her tiny clit, made Lila gasp with sur­prise and pleas­ure. She reached 
down to hold Eileen‘s shin­ing blonde hair in her hands, feel­ing her small ears, dig­ging her 
fin­gers into those holes.

Lila opened her eyes then, not dar­ing to ima­gine what it would look like to see an­other 
per­son‘s head between her thighs and suck­ing on her cunt. She liked the sight of this very 
much. Her legs par­ted even fur­ther apart and she raised her knees so that all of her cunt 
provided easy ac­cess to Eileen‘s lap­ping tongue.

"Eileen!“ Lila moaned. "That feels so NICE!“ Eileen didn‘t an­swer, but she mur­mured her 
agree­ment and kept eat­ing away at Lila‘s cunt.

Right then and there, Lila de­cided that get­ting her White Cap in swim­ming was go­ing 
to be a piece of cake. But she wouldn‘t try and fluff off on her qual­i­fic­a­tions. She would 
swim her heart out for Eileen with as much de­vo­tion as Eileen‘s tongue was provid­ing Lila‘s 
cunt.

Wow! Lila thought. She never knew camp could be like this! She began won­der­ing if 
other girls did these kinds of things with each other and de­cided that they prob­ably did. She
went through a men­tal list of the other campers, try­ing to fig­ure out which ones ate each 
other out and which ones didn‘t. Then she went men­tally through the coun­selors. To Lila, 
Eileen was the best-look­ing coun­selor in the camp, and the fact that she had chosen Lila to 
se­duce, made Lila feel closer than ever to the older wo­man.

She wondered if Eileen wanted her to kiss and lick her down there also, but if Eileen 
wanted this from Lila, her busy mouth gave no in­dic­a­tion. Lila sighed, feel­ing a 
re­lax­a­tion spread through her body like never be­fore. All her strained and aching muscles 
seemed to re­vive them­selves un­der the ex­pert ad­min­is­tra­tions of Eileen‘s busy tongue, 
and Lila squeezed harder on Eileen‘s short, blonde hair.

"Faster!“ she boldly urged. It seemed to Lila as though she was head­ing some­place she 
had never been be­fore and she was eager to get to this place that she would later real­ize 
was called or­gasm.

Eileen had Lila‘s thighs pushed back so far now, they were prac­tic­ally over her head. Lila 
bucked her hips around, try­ing to keep up with Eileen‘s quick­sil­ver tongue and her own 
need to ex­plode in cli­max.

"You‘re so sweet!“ Eileen mur­mured between lick­ing and suck­ing on Lila‘s cunt. "You 
taste so good!“

"Oh!“ Lila moaned. "Oh!“

And she began pump­ing her hips faster and faster. Some­thing was hap­pen­ing in the 
back of her head and the tips of her toes at the same time. It was as though one long elec­tric 
wire had been set hum­ming with voltage and Lila knew that the wire would ex­plode and fizz
out in that place between her legs where Eileen‘s tongue was lap­ping away.

A screech­ing sound went off in Lila‘s brain like the sound of a train be­ing de­railed. Her 
hips were snap­ping so fast now and her juices were flow­ing so freely, she felt as though she 
was be­ing washed over a great dam. This sen­sa­tion seemed to last for sev­eral minutes, 
then Eileen‘s tongue was be­com­ing pain­ful to the young girl. She pushed Eileen‘s head 
away, plead­ing that now it was be­gin­ning to hurt. Eileen stopped eat­ing out Lila‘s cunt and
moved up quickly to plant a kiss on Lila‘s mouth. Lila could smell her own scent on Eileen‘s 
breath and tongue, but it was not un­pleas­ant to her at all. She threw her arms around Eileen
and hugged her as tight as she could.

"Oh!“ she gushed. "That was won­der­ful!“ Eileen smiled and lit a ci­gar­ette. She ex­haled 
the smoke care­fully, never tak­ing her eyes away from Lila‘s face. Lila lay there nude on the 
rug no longer feel­ing self-con­scious about her na­ked­ness.

"Did any­one ever do that to you be­fore?“ Eileen in­quired.

Lila nod­ded her head, no.

"I didn‘t think so,“ Eileen said. "And I‘m glad I was the first.“

"I am too,“ Lila ad­mit­ted. Now that it was over, she began to feel as though she should 
leave.

She star­ted to pull her clothes to­gether.

"You can stay here to­night, if you want,“ Eileen offered. Lila hadn‘t pro­tested that 
ar­range­ment at all and the two had slept in each other‘s arms un­til the alarm went off at 
five-thirty and Lila went back to her tent.

For the rest of the sum­mer, Eileen and Lila had been thicker than two peas in a pod. 
Eileen in­struc­ted Lila in the art of con­ceal­ment so that no one else at the camp 
sus­pec­ted their re­la­tion­ship as be­ing any­thing other than the ad­or­a­tion a young 
ath­lete usu­ally had for her coach. And Eileen also in­struc­ted Lila in the arts of Sapphic love,
in­clud­ing the use of her vi­brat­ing dildo, so that by the time Lila had left the camp, she not 
only had her White Cap, she also had a vast know­ledge of how to make love to an­other 
wo­man.

She had looked for­ward to re­turn­ing to camp all dur­ing the fol­low­ing year, but her 
father had said, no, she couldn‘t go, they couldn‘t af­ford it. Lila had taken a job in the local 
diner, but all she met were truck drivers. She lived on the memory of Eileen and spent most of 
her time day­dream­ing and try­ing to find someone to take her place in her heart.

Just as she was about to des­pair over ever find­ing any­one like the won­der­ful Eileen, 
her boss‘s wife, Ann cornered her in the kit­chen one day.

"I‘ve been watch­ing you,“ Ann said. "There‘s some­thing dif­fer­ent about you, 
com­pared to the other girls.“

She looked at Lila closely. Lila flushed. "I don‘t know what you mean,“ she stammered, 
feel­ing ashamed already, as though she had a great guilty secret.

Ann was a big, buxom wo­man in her mid-thirties and she blocked Lila‘s exit to the din­ing
room with ease.

"You don‘t seem to bother with the truck­ers the way the other girls do,“ Ann said. "Don‘t 
you like men?“

"Yes,“ Lila said. "But most of them are older than me.“

"That‘s true,“ Ann said, her eyes nar­row­ing. "But you don‘t bother with the high school 
boys either.“ Lila made a face without even think­ing about it. "Ugh!“ she said sud­denly. 
"They make me sick!“ She looked at Ann with alarm. Ann had a son in high school and Lila 
hoped that she hadn‘t spoken out of turn. But Ann just laughed. "I know what you mean,“ she 
said. "I used to feel that way my­self.“ She looked at her watch. "Do you have a ride home 
later, when you get off?“ she asked Lila.

Lila who nor­mally walked the two miles to her house shook her head.

"I‘ll give you a ride then,“ Ann said mat­ter of factly. "We can talk.“ Then, as though 
feel­ing she had gone too far, she ad­ded, "I like to get to know the girls who work in my 
diner, if you know what I mean.“ Lila wasn‘t ex­actly sure what Ann was talk­ing about at all, 
but she began feel­ing that pe­cu­liar sen­sa­tion that oc­curred to her whenever she and 
Eileen had been close. For the rest of the day she was dis­trac­ted in her work, for­get­ting 
or­ders and giv­ing sloppy ser­vice. Nor­mally Ann would have been right on her ass for this 
kind of be­ha­vior, but she spent the rest of the af­ter­noon star­ing at Lila with a pe­cu­liar 
smile on her face.

Later, when Lila sat off to one side of the din­ing room where all the wait­resses took 
then-breaks, count­ing her mea­ger tips, Ann came up to her again.

"Ready?“ she asked.

Lila looked up at the tall, buxom wo­man and got up from the booth. "Yes,“ she said. The 
two of them left the diner to­gether, get­ting into Ann‘s Ca­dillac and driv­ing off to­wards 
the lake where Lila lived.

As they drove along, mainly in si­lence, Lila wondered about Ann and her hus­band, Gene. 
Gene did most of the cook­ing in the diner and he was al­ways sweat­ing from the hot grill. 
He was a small, fat man and Lila used to won­der how it was that a tall at­tract­ive wo­man 
like Ann had ever got­ten mar­ried to him. Maybe she got knocked up, Lila thought to 
her­self, think­ing of their son, Pete, a no­tori­ous high school jock.

"You know my son, Pete, don‘t you?“ Ann asked as they cruised around the lake.

"Sure,“ Lila said. "He‘s prob­ably one of the most pop­u­lar boys in school.“ And also one 
of the biggest fuck­ers, she ad­ded si­lently to her­self.

"I wish he would go with someone quiet like you,“ Ann was say­ing. "The girls he goes out 
with all seem to be so fast!“

Lila said noth­ing. She wasn‘t about to ex­plain to her boss‘s wife that Pete wouldn‘t give 
the time of day to a girl who wouldn‘t put out for him.

"Are we close to your house?“ Ann wanted to know.

Lila looked out the win­dow. "We‘re al­most there,“ she said. They had lived on the edge 
of the lake for years, though most of their neigh­bors only came up for the sum­mer.

"We have a cot­tage around here,“ Ann was say­ing. "We hardly ever get a chance to use it
though. The diner keeps both Gene and my­self busy.“

"How come Pete doesn‘t work in the diner and help you out?“ Lila asked sud­denly.

Ann gave a short, bit­ter laugh. "Are you kid­ding?“ she asked. "He doesn‘t know the 
mean­ing of work!“

"He‘s lucky!“ Lila said.

"You mean he‘s lazy!“ Ann said. Then, sud­denly: "Would you like to see our cot­tage?“ If 
there was one thing in the world Lila never looked for­ward to do­ing, that was go­ing home, 
so she said: "Sure. Why not?“ Ann cut sharply off the road then, driv­ing the car onto a dirt 
drive­way that was hardly vis­ible to any­one who didn‘t know where they were go­ing. As the
car bumped around on the rocks and dry, dusty sur­face, Lila began to won­der why Ann was 
so in­tent on show­ing her their cot­tage. Maybe she never gets a chance to go there and is 
look­ing for any kind of ex­cuse, Lila thought. But she too was look­ing for an ex­cuse for 
Ann‘s in­terest in her, dread­ing the truth.

She must know I‘m a les­bian, Lila thought. Maybe she‘s try­ing to set me up so she can 
fire me. She de­cided to be care­ful. After all, she knew Ann couldn‘t be a les­bian. She was 
mar­ried and had a son!

Ann had parked the car now by a pretty cot­tage that sat for­lornly by the lake, miss­ing 
its hu­man oc­cu­pants, or maybe happy that no one lived in­side its walls.

Lila fol­lowed Ann into the cot­tage that smelled musty and un­used.

"Whew!“ Ann said. She began open­ing a few win­dows. Lila helped her. "This is really 
nice,“ she told Ann. "I wouldn‘t mind hav­ing a place like this.“

"You can come here whenever you like,“ Ann said gen­er­ously. "I‘ll show you where we 
hide the key.“

For Lila, who had ab­so­lutely no pri­vacy in her house, the of­fer of the cot­tage was like 
a mil­lion dol­lars drop­ping out of the sky into her lap.

"Gee!“ she said. "Thanks a lot!“

"I told Pete the same thing,“ Ann said rue­fully, "but I think the only time he comes here is 
when he‘s try­ing to fuck a girl.“

When Lila heard Ann, (an adult as far as she was con­cerned), use a word like fuck, it 
shocked her. Not that Lila only thought, kids spoke like that, but she knew par­ents and adults
had their own code of lan­guage just as she and her friends did.

Ann looked at Lila closely to see how her use of the word, ‚fuck‘ had struck her. When she 
saw the startled look on Lila‘s face, she laughed.

"Have a seat,“ she said, in­dic­at­ing the couch. "I‘ll make us some ice tea.“ She went into 
the kit­chen and found the ne­ces­sary in­gredi­ents for their bever­age and re­turned shortly
with two tall glasses.

Lila gulped her tea, keep­ing her eyes lowered in or­der to avoid Ann‘s pier­cing gaze.

"Yes,“ Ann was say­ing, "You‘re dif­fer­ent than the other girls. You re­mind me of my­self 
many years ago. I only hope that you es­cape this hick town. There are other worlds out there 
you know,“ and she lapsed into si­lence.

"What do you mean?“ Lila asked. She hoped her father wouldn‘t beat the shit out of her 
when she got home, but she wanted to learn more about Ann‘s in­ten­tions for her.

Ann began talk­ing then, telling Lila about her own girl­hood, want­ing to be close to a 
teacher she had. In high school, but get­ting raped by Gene in­stead. Lila gasped. It was 
bey­ond her wild­est fantas­ies that Gene could get it up, let alone rape someone!

"I‘ve al­ways wanted someone tender,“ Ann was say­ing. "Someone that would 
ap­pre­ci­ate me as a wo­man.“

This state­ment made Lila feel sorry for Ann and she vowed that as soon as she could, she 
was split­ting this hick town.

Now Ann was mov­ing closer to Lila on the couch, let­ting her arm brush cas­u­ally 
against Lila‘s own. Lila knew what was com­ing, and though Ann wasn‘t as beau­ti­ful as 
Eileen, she still was very at­tract­ive with her bit tits and kind eyes.

Maybe I should make a move, Lila thought. After all,, Eileen had taught her well. She 
brought her arms around Ann and gave her a hug, nuzz­ling her face against Ann‘s ample tits 
and sigh­ing.

Ann‘s arms im­me­di­ately went around Lila as she pulled her close to her breasts. "Oh, 
Lila,“ she sighed. "You‘re such a nice girl!“

Lila smiled to her­self. She had a tre­mend­ous de­sire to suck on Ann‘s big tits and she 
began strok­ing them, pulling them un­der­neath Ann‘s blouse to­wards her lips. Ann un­did 
her blouse then and thrust the nearest tit into Lila‘s mouth.

Lila felt like she ima­gined Eileen had felt with her that first time. Now Lila knew what 
power tak­ing the role of the ag­gressor gave the se­du­cer and she liked that feel­ing very 
much.

She doubted if any­one had ever made a pass at Ann be­fore. She knew that Ann had 
prob­ably stared at many a wait­ress with long­ing but had been afraid to make a move. Lila 
would run this whole show, she de­cided, and she set about the pleas­ant task of Ann‘s 
se­duc­tion with all the fer­vor of horny youth.

Ann was moan­ing now, her head thrown back on the couch and her mouth open. Sweat 
was be­gin­ning to pop out on her brow and her head swung from side to side on the old 
couch.

Ann was wear­ing a skirt that made it easy for Lila to stick her hand up un­der­neath it. To 
her sur­prise, Ann wasn‘t wear­ing any un­der­pants. Lila felt the warm moist­ness of Ann‘s 
hot cunt and she dug her fin­gers in­side the swollen lips and began to mas­sage Ann‘s 
throb­bing clit.

Ann spread her legs apart and seized Lila‘s hand. Cov­er­ing it fe­ver­ishly with her own, 
she urged Lila‘s hand on faster and faster.

Lila‘s head was spin­ning. She wanted all of Ann at once. Ann‘s blouse was open now and 
Lila had no prob­lem suck­ing away on her tits, but she wanted to taste Ann‘s cunt as well. 
She moved down from her tits and knelt on the floor in front of the couch.

Ann was car­ry­ing on some­thing fierce now, her bab­bling not mak­ing much sense to 
Lila, but her in­tent quite clear. As for Lila, the strange­ness of this new cunt presen­ted a 
chal­lenge to her. She noted the curly black hairs that sur­roun­ded Ann‘s twat, how un­like 
they were from Eileen‘s blonde kinky ones, but the odor was sim­ilar.

She stuck her tongue in between Ann‘s moist slit and began lick­ing away at her snatch 
like it was the finest dessert. Ann moaned and grabbed Lila‘s head with both her hands, 
cry­ing al­most in her pleas­ure.

Bolts of elec­tri­city seem to course through her body She could never get Gene to eat her
out. Hints, out­right plead­ing, noth­ing would get Gene to com­ply. And here was this 
won­der­ful child lick­ing away at her snatch as though it was the most nat­ural thing in the 
world! Right then and there, Ann de­cided that she was in love with Lila. There was noth­ing 
she wouldn‘t do for this ter­rific girl and later, when life had re­turned to nor­mal for both of 
them, Ann had been true to her in­tent.

She gave Lila the best sec­tion to work in the diner, she pro­tec­ted her from her 
hus­band and the other girls and she sup­ple­men­ted her in­come by money she stole from 
her hus­band. Their af­fair had con­tin­ued the whole sum­mer, with Ann tak­ing the 
ini­ti­at­ive on many oc­ca­sions, in­dul­ging Lila with her gen­er­ous tongue and large tits.

As for Lila, her only re­gret in even­tu­ally leav­ing town was that she would miss Ann and 
what Ann had taught her. Lila learned to love be­ing taken care of and spoiled. She liked 
hav­ing the use of Ann‘s car and easy ac­cess to her money, but Lila wanted more out of life. 
She knew that their af­fair couldn‘t go on forever, and she didn‘t want it to. She wanted 
someone closer to her own age. Someone that would in­dulge and take care of her. When she
had at last made it to the Vil­lage, she had found that someone with Chris. But she still wasn‘t 
happy.

CHAPTER SIX

Chris had taken her double-headed dildo out of the night table drawer now and had 
in­ser­ted one end up her cunt and the other end up Lila‘s.

It had taken some time to get Lila used to this sen­sa­tion of fuck­ing someone while 
get­ting fucked at the same time. Now she liked it very much and heaved her buck­ing hips 
into Chris‘s pel­vis as though her cunt was bat­tery-op­er­ated.

The long, thick, rub­bery cock was slip­pery with their juices and moved eas­ily in and out 
of both their cunts.

Chris was on top of Lila, as that‘s the way she liked it. Some­times, she let Lila get on top 
of her, but this al­ways made her feel awk­ward and she didn‘t like it. SHE wanted to run the 
show and tak­ing the up­per po­s­i­tion in their fuck­ing as­sured her that she was on top in 
their re­la­tion­ship. But in­side, Chris felt her hold on Lila was slip­ping.

It wasn‘t only be­cause of what Lila had done the other night either. There was some­thing
about Lila that Chris didn‘t trust. In­side, when she was be­ing hon­est with her­self, she knew 
that Lila was only mark­ing time with her, un­til she could es­cape to someone else.

Every time Chris thought that would hap­pen, her chest would con­strict with fear which 
she would con­vert to rage, ac­cus­ing Lila of everything un­der the sun.

Lila usu­ally laughed at Chris‘s tirades and this only served to drive Chris even fur­ther up a
tree.

Take THAT! Chris was think­ing as she pushed the cock deeper in­side Lila‘s cunt. But Lila 
just pushed her end of the cock harder into Chris‘s box and Chris felt as though they were 
play­ing tug of war. She stopped heav­ing the cock in­side Lila‘s cunt and yanked it out 
in­stead.

It es­caped from Lila‘s cunt with a loud pop­ping sound, but Lila didn‘t com­plain. Then 
Chris reached for the re­mains of the chocol­ate pud­ding that was now melt­ing on the night
table. Smear­ing the goo around Lila‘s cunt, she care­fully licked it off as though she was a 
mother cat tak­ing care of her kit­ten. Lila liked this much bet­ter. She fell into a kind of 
dream­like state, fond­ling Chris‘s hair, but think­ing about Carol.

It had been Chris‘s idea that she get to­gether with Carol. Meet­ing her on the street had 
just been a lucky break, though Chris had in­struc­ted her to shop in that store.

El­len had ap­proached Chris with Eliza­beth‘s plan and Chris had over­come her feel­ings 
to­wards El­len for the sake of easy money. She didn‘t know Carol, had never seen her to her 
know­ledge, so Carol was as re­mote to her as a per­son could be. Lila had gone along with 
the plan be­cause it soun­ded like kicks to her, but Chris had failed in the first place by not 
pho­to­graph­ing the two of them that morn­ing she and Carol had made love. This had filled
Lila with con­tempt for Chris and she found her sym­path­ies go­ing more and more to­wards
Carol.

If there was one thing Lila had never had in her eternal quest for the ideal part­ner, it was 
someone like Carol. Now, as Chris lay between her legs, eat­ing out her cunt, Lila pre­ten­ded 
that it was Carol and the two of them were liv­ing to­gether.

Chris sensed a re­mote­ness on Lila‘s part but she didn‘t know what caused it. Rather than 
worry about it, she threw her­self into her love-mak­ing as though know­ing their time 
to­gether would end soon.

While Chris was mak­ing love to Lila, Lila was already plan­ning on see­ing Carol. In fact, 
Chris did have to go to work later in the res­taur­ant and Lila was go­ing to look for Carol.

Then, des­pite her fantas­ies, her cunt began to con­tract in the throes of or­gasm. She 
held on tightly to Chris‘s head, bit­ing her lip to avoid cry­ing out Carol‘s name. They were still
for awhile, un­til Chris re­luct­antly dis­en­gaged her­self from between Lila‘s legs and went to
the bath­room. Re­turn­ing in a few minutes dressed for work, she ap­proached Lila on the 
bed and kissed her good­bye.

"Don‘t wait up for me,“ she told Lila.

Lila didn‘t say any­thing. She was won­der­ing what Chris‘s re­ac­tion would be when she 
re­turned to the empty apart­ment.

After the door had closed be­hind Chris, Lila stared at it for a long time. It was her hope 
that she would never see Chris again. This made her feel sad also, for Chris, des­pite her 
vi­ol­ent tem­per had been good to her.

Lila then went into the bath­room, showered and dressed. Go­ing to the phone she dialed 
Carol and told her she wanted to see her They settled on a place to meet and hung up.

Carol stared at the phone, dazed. She couldn‘t be­lieve that Lila was mak­ing a move 
to­wards her for a change, but she didn‘t want to ques­tion its valid­ity.

She prac­tic­ally ran to the cof­fee shop that Lila had in­struc­ted her to meet her at. Lila 
was already there. Carol slipped into the booth next to her and they sat there, star­ing at each 
other for a while, un­til Lila smiled.

A wait­ress came over and took their or­der and then Lila began speak­ing. She quickly 
told Carol about Chris‘s co­oper­a­tion with El­len in Carol‘s mother‘s scheme. She fin­ished 
with the sug­ges­tion that they go away to­gether. "Any­where,“ she urged. "I‘m sick of the 
Vil­lage.“

Carol just gaped at Lila. She must care for me, she thought. But hav­ing her dream come 
true with such start­ling real­ity threw her. It was too good to be true.

"Can you go?“ she asked Lila slowly. "I mean what if Chris comes after us?“ Lila looked at 
Carol scorn­fully. "Got cold feet?“ she asked. It had never oc­curred to her that Carol might 
hes­it­ate.

"No,“ Carol said, throw­ing money down to cover their check. "Let‘s get out of here.“ They 
went back to Carol‘s place to get her car and a few things. "Help your­self to any of my 
clothes,“ Carol in­vited, not­ing that Lila had only the clothes on her back.

Lila mer­rily packed a suit­case full of Carol‘s things and the two of them soon found 
them­selves roar­ing through the Lin­coln Tun­nel.

"Where did you want to go?“ Carol asked Lila gaily. She had the means to go any­where 
and hav­ing Lila with her made the whole world seem their play­ground.

"Why don‘t we go to Cali­for­nia?“ Lila asked. She had never been to Cali­for­nia and the 
idea ap­pealed to her.

Carol thought how her father had his busi­ness in San Fran­cisco and how sur­prised and 
pleased he would be to see her out there.

"I wish you had said some­thing earlier,“ Carol said. "We could have flown!“ Lila laughed. 
"We can still fly,“ she said. "Just drive to Ne­wark and well park the car!“

"Great!“ Carol said. She flew to­wards Ne­wark, glad that she had re­membered her credit 
cards. They left the Mer­cedes in the monthly park­ing lot, just in case they were gone for 
awhile, and Carol bought both their tick­ets.

As they sat in the lounge wait­ing for their flight, Carol kept glan­cing at Lila. Lila had 
seemed to change. She seemed more open and hap­pier, more like the night when Carol had 
first seen her in the Cat.

"I‘m sorry you have to pay for everything,“ Lila said as Carol laid out the money for their 
second round of drinks. "I guess you kind of bombed out with me, see­ing that I don‘t have 
any bucks.“

She took a sip of her Tom Collins. Carol de­cided to end this bull­shit once and for all.

"Look,“ she told Lila. "Let‘s not worry about the money as­pect, okay? I‘m sure if the shoe 
was on the other foot you would do the same for me.“

That kind of ended that and Lila made a note to her­self that Carol was up­tight about the 
fact that she had money. Lila de­cided to drop it for good.

"The only thing that con­cerns me about this lark,“ Carol ad­mit­ted, "is not the money, 
but my job!“

In her joy at be­ing alone with Lila, she had for­got­ten com­pletely that she was 
sup­posed to go to work Monday. Maybe she could call her writer and tell him that her father 
was sick and she had to split to San Fran­cisco.

"I‘ll be right back,“ she told Lila ab­ruptly, go­ing to the area marked Pub­lic Phones.

Her copy­writer prom­ised to tell their cre­at­ive dir­ector and Carol told him where the 
lay­outs were on the pro­ject they had worked on to­gether. When she re­turned to the 
lounge, she couldn‘t see Lila.

Panic flooded Carol. She had been feel­ing so sat­is­fied that things were work­ing out for 
them that she had to guard against tak­ing Lila for gran­ted. Fight­ing off her fear, Carol sat 
back down, hop­ing that Lila had only gone to the ladies room.

She was re­war­ded in a few minutes when Lila strolled back into the lounge, look­ing 
re­freshed. Carol no­ticed how other people stared at the strik­ing Lila and it made her feel 
proud know­ing that they were to­gether. She could hardly wait un­til they got to San 
Fran­cisco and were safely en­sconced in the biggest bed she could find.

"Flight 147, TWA to San Fran­cisco is now load­ing at Gate 5,“ came the smooth voice of 
the wo­man an­noun­cer.

The girls gulped the rest of their drinks and headed to­wards the load­ing ramp. Lila‘s 
heart was pound­ing. It was amaz­ing to her how her life was chan­ging so quickly just 
be­cause she had made the break from Chris. But every time she thought of Chris, her heart 
skipped a bit. She would never feel safe from Chris, she de­cided. Chris just wouldn‘t let go.

Lila re­membered eas­ily how their first few weeks to­gether had been filled with Chris‘s 
tirades against El­len, and even though Lila thought Chris was go­ing through this for her 
be­ne­fit, it still frightened her.

But once she was seated next to Carol on the al­most deser­ted plane, she felt bet­ter.

After the stew­ard­ess had taken their drink or­der, Carol asked Lila. "Do you think she‘s 
gay?“

This was a game Carol and Lila both en­joyed play­ing. To them every girl they met either 
was gay act­ively, or didn‘t know she was!

"Yeah,“ Lila said. "Didn‘t you see the way she looked at us?“ Carol nod­ded. "We‘re not so 
ob­vi­ous as you and Chris would be, though,“ she told Lila, watch­ing her re­ac­tion to 
Chris‘s name.

Lila laughed. "Shit!“ she said. "It was hard not to look like a couple of lez­zies in HER 
com­pany!“

The stew­ard­ess came back with their drinks.

"You two sis­ters?“ she asked them.

Carol and Lila laughed. "No,“ Carol said. "Why?“

"I didn‘t think so,“ the stew­ard­ess said. She didn‘t seem to be in any hurry to leave. Carol 
looked at her short brown hair and the way her ears had tiny but­ton ear­rings in­side them.

"Any fun places in Frisco where two girls can have a good time?“ she asked.

The stew­ard­ess‘s thin lips stretched into a smile. "De­pends on what kind of a good time 
you‘re look­ing for,“ she said. "Like a singles bar you mean?“

"Not ex­actly,“ Lila said. She gazed un­flinch­ingly into the stew­ard­ess‘s eyes. The stew, 
Tina, got the mes­sage.

"There‘s a place me and my friends go,“ she said, look­ing around at the other 
pas­sen­gers, most of whom were sleep­ing. "You two might like it. I‘ll write it down for you.“

She dis­ap­peared to get some pa­per and Carol nudged Lila. "Let‘s ask her if she wants to
come with us,“ she sug­ges­ted. "It‘ll be fun!“

"Sure,“ Lila said. "Maybe the three of us can get it on!“

"Hey!“ Carol pro­tested. "You‘re not with me more than a couple of hours and already 
you‘re look­ing to make it with someone else!“

"Well, you‘ll be there!“ Lila in­sisted. "It‘s not like I want to go to bed with her alone!“ Tina 
came back then and slipped a piece of pa­per to Carol. Carol read the ad­dress and showed it 
to Lila. "What are you do­ing after your flight?“ she asked the stew­ard­ess.

Tina yawned, cov­er­ing her per­fect teeth with her hand. "I‘m go­ing to sleep!“ she said. "I
really went through the mill last night!“

"Why don‘t you sleep with ... I mean, why don‘t you come with us?“ Lila in­vited. "What 
hotel are you stay­ing at?“

Tina told them and said she would think about it. Then she had to at­tend to an­other 
pas­sen­ger. Carol thought it would be a good idea if they got some sleep and Lila agreed. 
The drinks, the ex­cite­ment and the alti­tude were catch­ing up to them now and they fell 
asleep hold­ing hands.

Ron, the Stew­ard walked down the aisles, sniff­ing primly as he saw Carol and Lila 
sleep­ing, their heads rest­ing on each other‘s shoulders. Though Ron was ho­mo­sexual 
him­self, he didn‘t like girls at all, even gay girls. He had no­ticed Tina yap­ping with these two
and he dis­liked her more than ever.

She was com­ing to­wards him now in the nar­row aisle and he moved to one side with 
dis­taste as though hat­ing to even touch her.

"Fuck you!“ Tina hissed. She got along with most fag­gots, but Ron was so nasty and she 
found him im­possible. He also had a big mouth.

"Lez­zie!“ Ron sniffed and con­tin­ued down the aisle. There was no way Tina could 
as­sume it was talk­ing about her or the two sleep­ing girls, but she felt like cut­ting his balls 
off. One of these days, her fantasy went, she was go­ing to push him out the Emer­gency Exit 
door and that would be the end of Ron!

Tina sat down in an empty seat by the gal­ley and lit a ci­gar­ette. She was tired, but she 
was toy­ing with the idea of go­ing off with the two girls who were now sleep­ing. She 
es­pe­cially liked the one called Lila. Lila re­minded Tina of the chick she had been with last 
night when she was layed over in Ne­wark.

It was hard for Tina to de­term­ine how tight Carol and Lila were, but she had the 
sus­pi­cion that Lila would be open for any­thing. Snuff­ing out her ci­gar­ette, Tina tried to 
get a few winks of sleep her­self. It would be two more hours be­fore they would land and this
late flight was quiet.

She hated fly­ing days. Busi­ness­men were con­stantly pinch­ing her ass and com­ing 
onto her and it was all Tina could do to con­trol her­self from haul­ing off and smash­ing the 
shit out of their dumb faces.

Last week she had a pas­sen­ger that was so ob­tuse he even sought her out in the 
air­port, fol­low­ing her like a horny dog in­tent on slam­ming his cock in her cunt.

Tina had al­most been forced to call the air­port po­lice, but she didn‘t want to make a 
scene. Fi­nally the guy had split and Tina thought that was the end of that un­til he came up 
to her in the hotel lobby.

"Don‘t be so hard to get!“ the hand­some dude had said, flash­ing her a dazzling smile.

"Look,“ Tina had countered. "I‘m not in­ter­ested, okay?“

"Sure you are,“ he had in­sisted. "You stews are all the same. Big bitches in the sky but a 
piece of cake once you land.“ Tina si­lently swore at the girl who had writ­ten that Cof­fee, Tea
or Me book for the thou­sandth time. The myth of the horny stew had haunted her ever since 
she got her wings.

"That‘s what you think, buster,“ she had shot back.

"Come on, honey, you‘re cute,“ the clod said. "Let‘s have a drink to­gether.“

"If you don‘t get away from me, I‘m go­ing to call the se­cur­ity guards,“ Tina said. Her 
eyes flashed at him.

But he laughed and tried to pull her by the arm to­wards the bar. Tina had hauled off and 
slapped him hard across the face then and the sound of her palm on his fa­cial flesh made 
such a huge sound, people turned to stare.

It was his turn now to send a look of hatred at Tina. "What are you?“ he had raged. "A 
fuck­ing les­bian?!“

"Yeah, you‘ve got it,“ Tina hissed and stomped off to the desk.

Just think­ing about him got Tina too agit­ated to sleep. She de­cided to take a piss 
in­stead. Mak­ing her way to­wards the john, she noted the Oc­cu­pied sign and swore 
un­der her breath.

She hadn‘t no­ticed any­one go­ing in there and wondered which of her pas­sen­gers was
caus­ing her this in­con­veni­ence.

Just then, the door opened and Lila came out. She froze when she saw Tina and Tina 
smiled.

"Hi honey!“ Tina said. "Now that I know it was you, I‘m not so pissed off!“ Lila smiled. She 
could feel her de­sire for Tina grow­ing between her legs and knew that she could never wait 
to get to San Fran­cisco be­fore sat­is­fy­ing it.

"Sorry,“ she said, but she made no move to let Tina in the John.

"Is your friend still sleep­ing?“ Tina asked care­fully. Lila nod­ded. "You two been to­gether
long?“ Tina wanted to know.

"Not very long,“ Lila ad­mit­ted. She didn‘t want to blow her scene with Carol, yet she 
didn‘t want to dis­cour­age her at­trac­tion to Tina either.

"I‘ve de­cided to join you two,“ Tina told her. "I know how it is to be alone in a strange 
city.“

Hear­ing that Tina def­in­itely would be with them later brought Lila to her senses. "Well 
see you later,“ she said then, and moved out from the en­trance to the John. Tina gave her a 
warm, mean­ing­ful smile and winked. "Glad to hear it " she said. Then she was gone.

Lila walked back to her seat feel­ing both guilty and ex­cited at the same time. She looked 
at the sleep­ing Carol with a feel­ing of af­fec­tion. Once she was seated by her again, Lila 
for­got Tina. She wondered about her sexu­al­ity be­fore drop­ping off to doze again. It 
seemed as though she was an­im­al­istic in her de­sire for each new cunt that came down the 
pike of her short life.

The Fasten Seat Belts sign came on then and Lila woke up Carol. Carol struggled into 
con­scious­ness, try­ing to re­mem­ber where the fuck she was. She stared at Lila‘s face and 
then it all came back. She woke up in­stantly then, eager to share her friend‘s com­pany.

As they were de­bark­ing, Tina said more than she nor­mally would to a de­part­ing 
pas­sen­ger.

"I‘ll be out in front,“ she told them. "Get your lug­gage and meet me there.“ It didn‘t 
es­cape Carol that Tina had looked mean­ing­fully at Lila. She could feel her in­sec­ur­ity 
as­sert­ing its ugly head and she fought against ima­gin­ing that the whole world was in love 
with Lila as she was.

True to her word, Tina was wait­ing for them. She led the way to her car and in a bit the 
three of them were driv­ing up the El Cam­ino Real to­wards San Fran­cisco.

"I‘m dom­i­ciled here,“ she told them, "so we might as well go to my place first. I‘ll see that
you check into your hotel later.“

Both Carol and Lila were con­tent to let Tina dir­ect their even­ing, though Carol was 
eager to call her father and let him know that they were there. Maybe he would in­vite both 
Lila and her to stay at his place and they wouldn‘t have to put up with the cold 
im­per­son­al­ity of a hotel.

As for Lila, she was hop­ing that Tina would in­vite them to stay at her apart­ment. She 
was sure that Tina‘s apart­ment would be nice, hope­fully a high-rise with a great view of the 
city and the bridge. It was. Tina had thrown the door open with a flour­ish, an­noun­cing, "Hi 
Home!“

"You girls want to freshen up a bit, go ahead,“ she in­vited. "I‘ve got two Johns.“

"Great,“ Lila was quick to say. She dis­ap­peared with Tina. Carol spot­ted the phone and 
went to ask Tina for per­mis­sion to call her father. She heard the two of them gig­gling 
be­hind the bath­room door and rapped teas­ingly on it, try­ing to hide the worry in her 
voice.

"Hey you two!“ she yelled. "What the hell is go­ing on in there?“ Tina opened the door 
quickly, her face flushed. Carol looked in to see Lila all stripped out of her clothes, get­ting 
ready to take a shower. The sight of her nude body sent quivers through Carol, but she asked 
Tina about the phone in­stead. Tina was only too happy to de­flect Carol‘s at­ten­tion away 
from the bath­room and was quick to tell her to feel free to call. "Any­where,“ she ad­ded. 
"Don‘t worry about the tolls.“ Carol went back into the liv­ing room feel­ing worse than ever. 
Well, she de­cided philo­soph­ic­ally, bet­ter to get it on with Tina and Lila at the same time 
than to leave the two of them alone! Her father‘s deep voice was heavy with pleas­ure when 
he learned that Carol was in his city.

"You two should stay with me,“ he said. "It‘s fool­ish, to blow your money on a hotel bill. 
Not,“ he ad­ded, "that you don‘t have it!“

And he laughed loudly.

"I‘ll see what Lila has to say about it,“ Carol said. She ex­plained to her father that they had
met Tina and were at her apart­ment right now.

"No kid­ding!“ her father said. "I know her!“

"You do?“ Carol asked.

"Honey, when you‘ve flown back and forth as many times as I have, you get to know them 
all.“

"Oh,“ Carol said. She wondered if her father knew Tina was a les­bian.

"She‘s a cold fish,“ her lather went on to say, and Carol thought rue­fully to her­self that 
Tina was act­ing any­thing BUT cold around Lila!

She gave Phil her ad­dress and phone num­ber and told them they were go­ing out. Or, at
least she HOPED they were go­ing out. Phil said for her to let him know what their plans 
would be and hung up.

Carol went back to­wards the bath­room, hop­ing to catch the two of them do­ing 
some­thing, but Lila was dry­ing her­self off, alone.

"Tina‘s get­ting dressed,“ she in­formed Carol. "Why don‘t you shower?“ Carol didn‘t 
an­swer right away. She put her arms around her be­loved Lila and hugged her. But Lila 
re­coiled slightly.

"What‘s the mat­ter?“ Carol asked, hurt.

"Noth­ing,“ Lila answered lightly. "It‘s just that I‘m all keyed up. I have to un­wind.“ Carol 
ac­cep­ted this ex­cuse up front but in­side she felt that already Lila was grow­ing tired of her.
She showered and joined both Tina and Lila in the liv­ing room. They were dan­cing. Carol 
went over to the bar and mixed her­self a drink. Com­ing to San Fran­cisco didn‘t seem like 
such a good idea after all! She had half a mind to fly back to Ne­wark and leave Lila here 
alone. The only thing that pre­ven­ted her from do­ing this was the know­ledge that even 
without any money, Lila would make up just fine. Like a ban­dit, ac­tu­ally! "Come on!“ Tina 
in­vited, ges­tur­ing that Carol should join them in their dance.

Why not? Carol thought. The three of them would be dan­cing around in bed later 
any­way!

As she began to get into dan­cing with the other two, Carol began to re­lax. She was 
hav­ing a good time now and re­gret­ted think­ing that she should go back to New York. Tina
was a good dan­cer and she was able to handle both girls as part­ners with ease.

They were all drink­ing wine now and smoking grass and the idea of leav­ing the safety of 
the apart­ment was less ap­peal­ing than it had been earlier. As a mat­ter of fact, Carol was 
con­tent to stay right where she was. At least for this night.

While they sat around on the liv­ing room floor, Carol sud­denly re­membered her father. 
Maybe if she in­vited Phil over he would see that Tina wasn‘t such a cold fish after all. And, if 
the two of them got it on to­gether, that would de­flect Tina‘s in­terest from Lila.

"Do you ever make it with guys?“ she blur­ted, em­boldened by the wine and grass.

Tina didn‘t take of­fence. "Some­times,“ she said. "When I need the bucks.“

"You mean you fuck for money!“ Lila has squealed like a little kid. "Heavy!“

"Mind if I in­vite my father here?“ Carol asked. Tina shrugged. "Not at all,“ she said. "That 
might be a gas!“ Carol stumbled to the phone and in a few minutes her father had prom­ised 
to join them.

Now Carol really felt re­laxed. With her father on the premises, who knew what would 
hap­pen? Maybe for old times‘ sake, she, Carol, might even fuck him. That would get her over 
her hang-up with him once and for all!

Smil­ing to her­self over the idea of fuck­ing her father, Carol was startled to hear the 
door bell ringing a few minutes later.

"Is that Phil already?“ Tina asked, jump­ing to her feet and go­ing to the inter-com.

"I guess he lives near here,“ Carol said.

"Maybe he even lives in the build­ing?“ Lila giggled. Carol shot her an an­noyed look. She 
couldn‘t ex­plain it, but she was so pissed off over the ob­vi­ous at­trac­tion that Lila felt 
to­wards Tina, that Carol wanted to hurt her.

Tina had opened the door now and Carol glanced up to see the hand­some Phil framed in 
the door­way. Carol in­tro­duced every­one and made fresh drinks. Phil sat on the couch 
eas­ily, his thighs par­ted slightly, a be­mused look on his face. So, this was his daugh­ter the 
les­bian in ac­tion! He was sur­prised that it ex­cited more than re­pulsed him and he hoped 
that they would all make it to­gether. He would love to watch!

If Tina was at­trac­ted to Phil, she gave no out­ward in­dic­a­tion of it, but was merely 
po­lite in her dis­in­terest. As for Phil, he had already de­cided if there was one thing he was 
go­ing to do that even­ing, it was fuck the liv­ing beje­sus out of the aloof Tina. He got off the
couch and went up to her. Tak­ing her empty glass from her hand, he said: "Re­lax honey. Let 
me wait on you for a change!“

Tina liked that right away. At last, she thought, a man who real­izes how fuck­ing hard we 
work on those damn planes!

CHAPTER SEVEN

When Chris re­turned from work to the empty apart­ment, her rage knew no bounds. She 
in­stantly sus­pec­ted El­len as be­ing be­hind Lila‘s ab­sence and wasted no time in go­ing 
to El­len‘s apart­ment.

"Where the fuck is she?“ Chris de­man­ded, push­ing past the startled El­len and peer­ing 
around the apart­ment.

"Who?“ El­len asked in genu­ine ig­nor­ance.

"You know damn well who the fuck I‘m talk­ing about!“ Chris shouted. "Now where is 
she?“

El­len, who was dressed in her night­gown, and in fact had been sleep­ing when Chris 
rang her bell, stared sleepily at Chris.

"I don‘t know who you‘re talk­ing about,“ she said coldly. "And fur­ther­more, you have a 
hell of a nerve bar­ging in here like this!“

Without even think­ing twice about it, Chris hauled off and slapped El­len across the face.

With a sharp cry, El­len‘s hand flew to her mouth and her fin­gers were met with a sticky 
trickle of blood.

The sight of blood ex­cited Chris even fur­ther. There were so many things about El­len 
that Chris hated and feared and her rage was dir­ec­ted against all wo­men like El­len, rather 
than just El­len.

"I m talk­ing about Lila,“ she snapped. "She‘s gone and you know it.“ El­len made a 
sud­den move then and Chris thought she was go­ing for her whip.

"No you don‘t!“ she yelled, leap­ing on El­len and pin­ning her to the floor. El­len began 
to struggle be­neath Chris, but she knew she was over­powered.

"I swear to God I don‘t know where she is,“ she cried. "Please! Get off of me!“ Feel­ing the 
crushed El­len be­neath her, drove Chris to de­sire her. But her de­sire was so con­fused and 
mixed up with her hatred, she was de­term­ined to maim El­len forever. She would bite her 
clit off and then see how El­len would func­tion in the high class gay circles she ran in! 
Pant­ing heav­ily, Chris raised the top part of her frame and peered down into the sob­bing, 
yet still beau­ti­ful face of El­len. She wanted to spit in that face, yet kiss it at the same time.

As for El­len, the pres­ence of Chris was a night­mare. The en­tire time she had lived with 
her, El­len had never lost this vague fear of the strong coun­try girl.

"You‘re hurt­ing me,“ she pro­tested, mov­ing pain­fully around un­der­neath Chris‘s 
weight.

"Tough shit,“ Chris said. She was con­vinced that El­len was telling the truth when she said 
that she didn‘t know where Lila was, but she wasn‘t con­tent to leave it at that.

She thrust her pel­vis into El­len‘s hips.

"Re­mind you of any­thing?“ she asked.

Des­pite her­self and her un­for­tu­nate po­s­i­tion, El­len felt her­self be­com­ing 
aroused. It was al­ways like this when she just woke up. Maybe if she let Chris make love to 
her she would leave her alone.

"Yes,“ she said in this little girl voice, "it re­minds me of when we were lov­ers.“ Chris 
listened care­fully for traces of sar­casm in El­len‘s tone, but to her ears El­len soun­ded 
sin­cere.

"Miss me, huh?“ Chris asked, bring­ing her mouth to El­len‘s ear and blow­ing little gusts 
of hot air in­side.

El­len‘s in­sides were be­gin­ning to melt. Hav­ing Chris eat her out would be most 
pleas­ant!

"Yes,“ she said, us­ing again that small voice that al­ways seemed to soothe the vi­ol­ent 
Chris.

Chris brought her mouth around to El­len‘s neck and began suck­ing on the soft folds of 
skin, hickey-fash­ion. El­len had al­ways en­joyed this, though not the marks it usu­ally left. 
Her arms went around Chris‘s back.

Shit! She thought to her­self. If Eliza­beth could see her im­prisoned un­der Chris like this 
she would prob­ably drop her from her so­cial list like a hot potato!

Think­ing of Eliza­beth made El­len de­term­ined to ex­tric­ate her­self from this whole 
Carol mess. In fact, El­len vowed, when Chris left she would call Carol.

Now Chris was for­cing El­len‘s bruised mouth open with her tongue. Though it was 
pain­ful to kiss Chris, El­len dis­guised this fact and flicked her tongue in­side her former 
lover‘s mouth.

Chris took en­cour­age­ment from this ac­tion on the part of El­len and looked eagerly 
to­wards go­ing down on her in or­der to bite her clit off. She brought one of her hands out 
from be­hind El­len‘s back and began fond­ling her tits, squeez­ing it slowly, bring­ing the 
nipple to a sharp pointy head.

El­len‘s night­gown was in shreds now and Chris began suck­ing on El­len‘s tits. So great 
was her pleas­ure in do­ing this, she al­most for­got her an­ger at El­len and her rage over 
los­ing track of Lila.

Think­ing of Lila made her de­cide to go to the Cat later. And when she got through with 
Lila, it would be to Lila‘s ad­vant­age to leave the city of New York!

El­len was also get­ting into the swing of things with Chris. She‘s just like a big, 
de­men­ted child! El­len thought. Moth­erly feel­ings coursed through the bar­ren wo­man 
and she moved her body around with pleas­ure un­der­neath Chris.

Chris re­laxed to the ex­tent that she al­lowed El­len to lie on her side for a bit. This gave 
Chris the chance to squeeze El­len‘s ass, one of her fa­vor­ite things. To­night she really 
squeezed her buns, hop­ing to leave fin­ger marks on her pre­cious skin.

El­len didn‘t protest, though she re­sen­ted the rough­ness of Chris‘s touch. If I can just 
put up with her a while longer, she thought to her­self, she‘ll eat me out to or­gasm and I‘ll be
through with the cretin.

It was odd how the two of them, in­volved in the act of love, were think­ing such hate­ful 
thoughts. Such was the treach­ery most people hid from each other.

"Eat me,“ El­len was plead­ing in Chris‘s ear. "Let me feel your tongue down there, like we 
used to do!“

You‘re go­ing to feel a lot more than my tongue down there, Chris vowed to her­self. But 
the idea of lick­ing out her ex-lover‘s cunt had her aroused as well.

She slid down El­len‘s body quickly, nos­ing her way to­wards El­len‘s cunt, her eyes 
wear­ing a glazed ex­pres­sion as though her lust was all she was think­ing about.

El­len felt the first stab of Chris‘s tongue and she re­laxed com­pletely. She lif­ted the 
short strands of Chris‘s hair lazily, let­ting her mind take off to pleas­ant thoughts. Maybe she 
should try and work out her dif­fer­ences with Chris after all? They weren‘t that bad to­gether,
now that El­len thought about it. They had had a lot of good times to­gether, and though 
El­len was en­joy­ing her free­dom, she missed hav­ing one spe­cial per­son to feel close to.

The model that she had been caught in bed with had proved a great dis­ap­point­ment to
El­len. She was vain and self-centered, but El­len had for­given her be­cause she was so 
beau­ti­ful. Maybe El­len would be bet­ter off with the or­din­ary-look­ing Chris who could be
as faith­ful as a dog. El­len thrust her hips high into Chris‘s face to show her how much she 
en­joyed her fa­mil­iar tongue.

Chris was so lost in eat­ing out El­len‘s cunt that she al­most for­got she had planned on 
bit­ing her clit off. Re­mem­ber­ing it sud­denly, she had to think back to the way El­len had 
treated her to­wards the end when they were liv­ing to­gether. Oth­er­wise, she couldn‘t 
arouse her­self to that state of an­ger ne­ces­sary for such an act of mu­til­a­tion.

Aside from beat­ing the shit out of Chris with the whip and her act of un­faith­ful­ness 
with the model, there was the day by day in­sult­ing treat­ment that El­len had heaped on 
her. The verbal ab­use and how El­len most of the time had made Chris feel little more than 
like a dog that was around to ser­vice her sexual needs.

Like the time when Chris had gone to meet El­len‘s big Park Av­enue friend, Eliza­beth. 
Chris may have been in­ar­tic­u­late in many ways, but she knew when she was be­ing put 
down and in­sul­ted and here, in Eliza­beth‘s apart­ment, she had felt like the butt of a private
joke between the two wo­men.

"Where on earth is Emer­son, New Jer­sey?“ Eliza­beth had asked in a high, mock­ing 
tone. "I‘ve never heard of it!“ she ad­ded, as though that was enough to prove it didn‘t ex­ist.

Chris had stumbled out that it wasn‘t far from Hack­en­sack which brought new peals of 
laughter tum­bling from Eliza­beth‘s bright red mouth.

"Hack­en­sack!“ she had squealed. "Isn‘t that where that Italian singer, Frank what­is­name
is from?“

"No,“ Chris had said. "Sinatra‘s from Hoboken.“

"Hoboken!“ Eliza­beth had hooted. And she and El­len laughed so hard they al­most 
dropped their fancy tea cups.

Chris had sat on the vel­vet beige couch feel­ing like a frog on a stump. As much as she 
hated both their up­per-class man­ners, she en­vied them also. She stared down at her faded 
den­ims, re­mem­ber­ing the way the door­man had looked at her when she entered the 
build­ing with El­len.

"And what does your father do?“ Eliza­beth asked when she had fi­nally stopped 
laugh­ing.

Chris was about to blurt that her father worked for the san­it­a­tion de­part­ment, which 
was true, but caught her­self in time.

"He‘s an en­gin­eer,“ she said, telling a half-truth.

"Oh!“ Eliza­beth had said, im­pressed and not quite be­liev­ing. "What kind of en­gin­eer? 
Civil, elec­trical?“

"San­it­a­tion,“ Chris had answered simply, hat­ing her in­ab­il­ity to lie.

"You mean he‘s a GARBAGE MAN!“ Eliza­beth had shrieked. "Oh dear God! El­len wherever
did you meet this girl? Why she‘s ab­so­lutely QUAINT!“ El­len had blushed. "Well,“ she said, 
"she IS a little prim­it­ive!“ And she had pat­ted Chris on the back.

Chris re­coiled from this pat­ron­iz­ing ges­ture from El­len but El­len was so wrapped up 
in dis­cuss­ing her latest sculp­ture, she hadn‘t even no­ticed.

Chris thought grimly to her­self that if it wasn‘t for her sling­ing hash in some Vil­lage dive
El­len would be out in the street giv­ing her fuck­ing sculp­tures away, and ground her teeth.

"What IS that noise?“ Eliza­beth had de­man­ded, tilt­ing her head like some 
ar­is­to­cratic bird.

Chris had stopped grind­ing her teeth then, pre­fer­ring not to ad­mit it was she who was 
re­spons­ible for the grat­ing sound.

"Thank God it‘s stopped!“ Eliza­beth said. "It soun­ded like someone was grind­ing their 
teeth! We had a dog that did that once. I found it so an­noy­ing I had him des­troyed!“

"Not Pooh Bear?“ El­len had gasped. "I thought you loved him!“

"I did,“ Eliza­beth ad­mit­ted, help­ing her­self to an­other wa­ter­cress sand­wich, "but I 
just couldn‘t take that noise!“ Chris stared at Eliza­beth as though she had come from 
an­other planet. She didn‘t think wo­men like Eliza­beth really ex­is­ted other than in the 
movies, but here she was, sit­ting with one right now! "More tea?“ Eliza­beth had asked Chris. 
Chris stared into her empty cup. "No thanks,“ she said. "I‘d rather have a beer if you have 
one.“

"A beer!“ Eliza­beth had croaked. "Why it‘s only three o‘clock in the af­ter­noon!“ She 
looked dis­taste­fully at Chris and then swung her gaze to El­len, who shrugged.

"Yeah, a beer!“ Chris re­peated.

Eliza­beth was startled by this and jumped off the couch. "Of course!“ she said and 
dis­ap­peared to­wards the kit­chen. It was at this point in life that it dawned on Chris that 
people gen­er­ally dished out just as much as they thought you would take.

Sev­eral beers later and Chris was be­gin­ning to feel fear­less about Eliza­beth. She 
thought she was a vain, help­lessly child­ish and use­less wo­man, far in­ferior to her.

With the al­co­hol swim­ming around on her frontal lobes, she waited for Eliza­beth to 
make one more smart re­mark. But it seemed as though Eliza­beth knew that Chris would be 
dan­ger­ous with a few drinks in­side her. Like an In­dian.

Chris now knew why the white man didn‘t want the In­di­ans drink­ing. They claimed that 
In­di­ans were af­fected in a strange way by al­co­hol, but Chris just bet that In­di­ans 
star­ted act­ing like men around white folks, not act­ing like the sub­ser­vi­ent sav­ages white
folks wanted them to. The myth of In­di­ans and al­co­hol, Chris thought, was prob­ably just 
one more lie white men had forced on their cul­ture.

But the thing that really pissed Chris off was the way El­len made no at­tempt to de­fend 
her. In fact, she seemed to en­joy the way Chris‘s pres­ence amused the shit out of Eliza­beth, 
and for that, Chris could never for­give her.

As they rode back in the cab to­gether, Chris had wanted to talk about it. She ex­pec­ted 
El­len to apo­lo­gize for her lack of de­fense, but in­stead she star­ted right in, be­rat­ing 
Chris was her lack of couth.

"Couth!“ Chris had shouted. "What the fuck are you talk­ing about? You‘re the one who 
showed no class! You‘re sup­posed to be in love with me and you let that bitch make fun of 
me all af­ter­noon!“

"I don‘t know what I see in you!“ El­len had sniffed. She looked out the win­dow. Chris 
grabbed her vi­ciously between her thighs and gave a tight squeeze. "This, baby!“ she told 
her. "THIS is what you dig in me!“

El­len had fallen si­lent then and Chris felt she had won. Later, that night in bed with El­len
sob­bing all over the place about what a won­der­ful lover Chris was and how she didn‘t know
how she could live without her, Chris al­most threw up.

That‘s the way it al­ways went between them. When Chris was mak­ing love to El­len she 
felt like her equal, if not her su­per­ior. But when they were in a so­cial situ­ation El­len made 
Chris feel like the clod she al­ways sus­pec­ted she was.

It wasn‘t her fault that she was so large and awk­ward! As far as agil­ity went, her tongue 
could stand up with the rest of them. Es­pe­cially when it was bur­ied in El­len‘s cunt. Chris‘s 
prob­lem was that her tongue re­fused to per­form in the talk­ing de­part­ment.

Some­times, when El­len had her fancy artist friends over, it was in­suf­fer­able to Chris. 
She had to wait on them as though she was a ser­vant to El­len, in­stead of her lover. El­len 
had many friends, though they all seemed like jerks to Chris. The guys were all gay and the 
girls were either nuts like Eliza­beth or so spaced out on their "art“, they couldn‘t re­late to 
real people like her­self!

To Chris, be­ing real meant be­ing crude, El­len had said. This simply was not the case, she 
went on to in­struct, (right in a room­ful of people!). This was the af­ter­noon El­len was 
cel­eb­rat­ing her for­ti­eth birth­day though she told every­one else she was thirty-five!

Chris had been drink­ing for most of the day, and when it came time for Chris to carry out 
the cake, she had had just about enough.

As she ad­vanced into the din­ing room with the cake between her hands, she al­most fell 
twice from drink­ing and her clum­si­ness hadn‘t es­caped the guests.

"Looks like your "friend“ has been juicing it up,“ an art dealer from up­town said to El­len 
as though Chris wasn‘t even there.

"Yes El­len darling,“ an­other one had piped up, "are you so dif­fi­cult to live with you have
to keep the help stoned?“

The party of five that were as­sembled around the table burst into gales of laughter at this
and Chris stood there, hold­ing the cake and star­ing through her blurred vis­ion at the 
guests.

"Let‘s talk about some­thing im­port­ant,“ an­other wo­man said.

"No, let‘s sing Happy Birth­day,“ an­other sug­ges­ted. This sug­ges­tion went over real 
big with the group and they lust­ily burst into Happy Birth­day, though Chris noted that half 
of them for­got El­len‘s name!

When they had just fin­ished the song, Chris had lurched into the din­ing room. As she 
struggled to set the cake in front of El­len‘s place, she fell. Strug­gling vainly to catch the cake,
she man­aged to seize its mangled ru­ins only to smash it into El­len‘s face in the pro­cess.

The guests stared at the spec­tacle of El­len sit­ting at the head of the table, the en­tire 
part of her top body covered with frost­ing and bit of crumbs.

There was deathly si­lence from every­one un­til Art, an­other sculptor, burst into high, 
un­con­trol­lable laughter. Point­ing his fin­ger at El­len, he choked: "If only I had my 
cam­era!“

His laughter broke the ten­sion at the table and the rest joined in mer­rily. The only one 
who wasn‘t laugh­ing was El­len. Fi­nally they no­ticed this and their laughter died down.

"Are you quite through?“ El­len de­man­ded between the lay­ers of frost­ing that 
ob­scured her face from their view. Her voice was as cold as ice.

"Chris!“ she snapped. "Where are you?“

"Here,“ Chris had mumbled thickly from where she still lay on the floor.

"Come over here this in­stant,“ El­len had com­mand­eered, her voice still icy, "and lick 
this cake off my face!“

No one dared to breathe.

Chris rose on one knee and stared at the mass of goo that covered El­len.

"All of it?“ she asked.

"Every single last drop!“ El­len had said shrilly.

Guiltily, Chris began lick­ing the cake off El­len‘s face. The oth­ers stared fas­cin­ated at 
this spec­tacle, so en­grossed were they in the per­ver­sion of the act, they didn‘t even seem 
to real­ize that now they wouldn‘t get any cake!

When Chris had licked the en­tire cake off El­len‘s head in about fif­teen minutes, El­len 
blinked coldly at her. Then she said in a steel voice: "Now go and bake me an­other one!“

Chris had stared at her in dis­be­lief. It had taken her all day to bake THAT one! "Aw no,“ 
she pro­tested. "El­len! Don‘t make me do it!“

"Good­bye,“ El­len had said, turn­ing back to her guests. Chris had stood there for a 
minute or so, star­ing at El­len‘s back dumbly. Then she turned on her drunken heels and 
stumbled back into the hot kit­chen. El­len heard the pots and pans banging around and said 
to the oth­ers, "Well, now that we have had our touch of lev­ity, per­haps we can get on with 
the cel­eb­ra­tion of my birth­day!“ And they had all gone into the liv­ing room to sing songs 
around the pi­ano while Chris stayed in the kit­chen try­ing to bake an­other cake.

She was still there the next morn­ing though the guests had gone long ago.

She never did man­age to bake an­other cake and El­len had never for­given her for it.

For sev­eral weeks she had re­fused to talk to Chris other than . to give simple com­mands
like: "eat my cunt!“

"Make my din­ner!“

"Wash my un­der­wear!“

Chris had put up with this bull­shit for al­most a week be­fore her brain began to snap. 
Los­ing her tem­per in a fit of drunken pas­sion, she had forced El­len‘s head un­der the tap 
in the tub, threat­en­ing to drown her.

Fi­nally El­len had begged for mercy and Chris had got­ten bored with her game. She 
re­leased her and slept on the couch that night.

Now, while eat­ing out El­len‘s cunt, these memor­ies served to re­mind her of the real 
reason she was here and her old hatred flamed afresh.

She began nib­bling on El­len‘s clit, tak­ing little baby bites in pre­par­a­tion for the big 
one.

"Oh!“ El­len was bab­bling. "You haven‘t lost your touch! How I envy Lila!“ Hear­ing Lila‘s 
name set off new waves of an­ger and pur­pose within Chris and this time she was so bold as 
to ac­tu­ally bite into El­len‘s clit.

"Ow!“ El­len pro­tested. "Not so rough, my dear!“ Right then and there, Chris seized 
El­len‘s large clit between her teeth and hung on for dear life. The shriek that es­caped El­len‘s
lips would have brought the en­tire build­ing to her apart­ment had not Chris cut it off 
mid-scream with her broad palm.

Then she stood up over the still pros­trate El­len who was hold­ing her cunt with both 
hands and moan­ing.

"Who‘s a prim­it­ive?“ she de­man­ded, kick­ing El­len in the ribs when she didn‘t an­swer 
in­stantly.

"I am!“ El­len sobbed.

"Who is go­ing to stay up all night in the kit­chen and bake ME a cake?“ Chris asked 
an­grily, kick­ing El­len again even be­fore she got a chance to an­swer.

"I am!“ El­len yelled.

"Who is bet­ter than who?“ Chris asked not caring her gram­mar was prob­ably 
in­cor­rect.

"You‘re the best!“ El­len screamed. "You‘re a bet­ter per­son than I could ever hope to be!“

"Now you‘re talk­ing!“ Chris said with a great deal of sat­is­fac­tion. She was hav­ing so 
much fun at El­len‘s ex­pense, she ser­i­ously con­sidered mov­ing back in with her so they 
could con­tinue this game forever! Fi­nally Chris stopped kick­ing El­len‘s in­ert body and told
her to get off the floor.

"I can‘t move!“ El­len wailed.

"Get off the floor right now and make me some­thing to eat!“ Chris ordered.

El­len struggled pain­fully to her feet and staggered to­wards the kit­chen. Chris went into
the liv­ing room, sat down in El­len‘s chair and kicked off her shoes. Flip­ping the re­mote 
con­trol but­ton that brought the TV on, Chris sighed with con­tent­ment. This was even 
bet­ter than liv­ing with Lila! With Lila, Chris had to be the slave. She de­cided it was bet­ter to
be a mas­ter any day of the week.

"Hurry it up in there!“ she shouted to­wards the kit­chen.

To think that she had put up with all that bull­shit be­fore was now in­con­ceiv­able to 
Chris! She felt elated with power as though she had found her true place in the sun. Fuck 
try­ing to be good and de­cent, she de­cided to her­self. All that ended up in was her eat­ing 
other people‘s shit!

El­len entered the room then, hold­ing a tray in her hands full of steam­ing food.

"I hope you didn‘t try and poison me,“ Chris asked, as it sud­denly oc­curred to her.

"Of course not!“ El­len pro­tested, go­ing into her su­per­ior sniff­ing routine.

"You eat it first,“ Chris ordered. "Get down on your knees and open your mouth. Now!“ she
roared when El­len dumbly stared at her.

El­len dropped to her knees and suffered the hu­mi­li­ation of eat­ing out of Chris‘s dish 
like a dog.

When Chris was sat­is­fied she wouldn‘t keel over from El­len‘s cook­ing, she snatched the
plate away from El­len and rav­aged the rest of the meal.

Then she made El­len leave the kit­chen spot­less, adding that she would force her to eat 
a cock­roach if she found one.

Not only was Chris get­ting a great deal of en­joy­ment out of this re­versal in their roles, 
it seemed to her that El­len was too. This was the only way she would be able to live with 
El­len, or any­one, that way again.

"I‘m mov­ing in,“ she told El­len. "Start­ing right now. And I‘m go­ing to tell you 
some­thing else ... " she star­ted to say, when El­len in­ter­rup­ted with, "what about Lila?“

"Shut up when I‘m talk­ing,“ Chris said, haul­ing off and knock­ing El­len in the head. "I‘m 
not fin­ished.“

And she stretched ex­pans­ively in the chair.

"To be­gin with,“ she said, "I‘m throw­ing out every single piece of sculp­ture that you 
can‘t sell in a week. That‘s it. I‘m only giv­ing you a week to prove what kind of artist you are. 
If you are left with any of your work, I‘m throw­ing it out and I‘LL start paint­ing! YOU can be 
the wait­ress and I‘ll be the one that stays home. Now I‘m warn­ing you. Don‘t think I won‘t 
find out if you get all your friends to buy that junk either!“

At this point, El­len began to cry. Real tears poured out of her face, much to the 
amuse­ment of Chris.

"Blow your nose!“ she ordered. "And stop that sniv­el­ing!“ But El­len couldn‘t stop. She 
could just see how their life to­gether was go­ing to be! Not the way it used to be, that was 
for sure! Chris would prob­ably bring all her un­couth friends over, the ones who played pool, 
and she, El­len, New Eng­land bred and raised would be forced to cook and clean for them! 
The pro­spect of this hor­ror sent El­len off on a fresh group of tears and wails.

But to Chris who already was plan­ning on heav­ing the grand pi­ano out and re­pla­cing 
it with a juke box, noth­ing could wipe the smile off her face. Not even the fact that Lila was 
gone.

Chris knew that with Lila, her life would have been one hellish re­peat of the grief she had 
pre­vi­ously known with El­len. Now that she had been lucky enough to turn the tables 
around, noth­ing but noth­ing could ever make her pur­sue the likes of Lila again.

In fact, so pleased was Chris that Lila had split, leav­ing the way to some­thing like this, 
she even hoped that whomever found her would make her as happy as she was feel­ing right 
now.

"Get me a beer,“ she ordered the sob­bing El­len. "And hurry it up.“ El­len re­turned with 
the beer and handed it to Chris. She stared at Chris with won­der. A ter­rible thought had 
oc­curred to her. What if she wasn‘t able to sell her sculp­tures? What if she couldn‘t even 
GIVE them away? That would be hor­rible. And then a worse thought oc­curred to her.

What if Chris be­came a suc­cess­ful artist? The idea that Chris might be more tal­en­ted 
than her, sent El­len off into a fit of chok­ing sobs that las­ted for sev­eral days.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Phil had his cock out now and was star­ing at it. So was every­one else in the room.

"Nice, huh?“ he asked, wav­ing it play­fully at the three girls.

"Not bad,“ Tina sniffed. "I‘ve seen bet­ter!“

"I‘ll bet you have,“ Phil answered good-naturedly.

Carol stared at her father‘s weapon. So this is what had caused her all those years of grief!

It didn‘t look so threat­en­ing now. In fact, it looked kind of friendly! But Phil was 
con­cen­trat­ing on Tina‘s face. He longed to shove his cock between her lips.

"Hey, Tina!“ he called across the room to her. "How much would you want for a blow-job?“

Tina looked at him. She had never been so openly pro­posi­tioned be­fore in her en­tire 
ca­reer in the sky. But some­how, be­cause it came from Phil, she was not of­fen­ded.

"How much is it worth to you?“ she countered.

Phil thought quickly. He had sev­eral hun­dred dol­lars cash in his wal­let.

"A hun­dred?“ he asked her.

Tina was think­ing.

"Go on!“ Lila urged. "Do it! I‘d like to watch!“

"Yeah,“ Carol chimed in. "Suck my Dad‘s cock. That‘ll be a gas!“ Tina was sorely temp­ted, 
as much by the money as by the fact that she wanted to please her audi­ence.

"One hun­dred and fifty,“ she told, Phil.

"Okay,“ Phil said. Shit! He would have given her everything he had, if she had asked for it.

Tina came over to the couch and dropped to her knees in front of it. Lift­ing the cock in 
her hand, she began milk­ing it slowly back and forth be­fore pla­cing it in her mouth.

Lila had moved closer to Carol, put­ting her arm around her as though they were two girls 
peer­ing into the bed­room of their par­ents.

Tina was go­ing to town now on Phil‘s cock. She was get­ting so in­volved in what she was
do­ing, her own hips began mov­ing back and forth in rhythm to the suck­ing mo­tions she 
was ap­ply­ing to Phil‘s prick.

Lila looked at Carol. She wanted to eat out Tina while Tina was suck­ing on Carol‘s old 
man, but she didn‘t know how to bring this up.

But Carol also had the same idea and she was inch­ing to­wards Tina. Lila went right along
with her, and as she real­ized Carol‘s in­ten­tions, a flash of jeal­ousy swept through her body.

She wasn‘t sure whether or not she was jeal­ous that Carol might get the first few licks in, 
or that she wanted to eat out Tina at all. She de­cided it was a mix­ture of both.

Tina had Phil‘s cock halfway down her throat now. Her eyes were closed and her mouth 
never stopped mov­ing. She wanted to bring him off quickly, pick up her money and get it on 
with the two girls. Open­ing her eyes for a second or so, she saw Carol ap­proach­ing her. She
got fully on her knees so that her ass and cunt were jut­ting straight out from her back into 
Carol‘s face.

Carol began lick­ing Tina‘s cunt and Lila, feel­ing totally left out, promptly chomped onto 
Carol‘s twat.

Phil watched the long line that stemmed out from his joint and a thrill rippled through 
him. He held Tina by the head, won­der­ing how it was a les­bian could be such a good 
cock­sucker as well.

Must be their oral ori­ent­a­tion, he thought, guess­ing around wildly for some sort of 
ex­plan­a­tion that would soothe his ego as well.

Tina had his balls in her mouth now. She would suckle one and then the other, let­ting 
them drop out of her mouth one at a time like fat plums. Then she tried stuff­ing both of 
them in her mouth. Her in­creased erotic de­vo­tion stemmed from the sen­sa­tions she was 
re­ceiv­ing sim­ul­tan­eously from Carol‘s mouth at her cunt.

Tina dug group sex. It seemed like such a friendly thing to do. In fact, if she wasn‘t so 
pre­oc­cu­pied, she would have gone to the phone and called a few people. As it was, she 
could hardly be­lieve that she hadn‘t slept in two days! She was as full of en­ergy as she could 
be and Phil, was the happy re­cip­i­ent of her in­creased ar­dor.

He knew that he would soon come and he didn‘t want to, just yet. At his age it wasn‘t 
al­ways easy to get it up any­more and when he did have it up, he liked to keep it that way.

He watched Carol‘s face as it dis­ap­peared between Tina‘s thighs and wondered how he 
could have been so lucky to have such a fine daugh­ter. How many other men were they, he 
wondered, who could say that they re­ceived a blow-job from their les­bian daugh­ter‘s 
friend, who was bi? His heart swelled with as much pride as his cock which was about to erupt 
into Tina‘s mouth.

He began rut­ting back and forth on the couch, push­ing his hips in and out as his cock 
dis­ap­peared deeper and deeper into Tina‘s throat.

Phil had heard that some girls had been killed this way, chok­ing, to death on a lodged 
prick. These stor­ies had al­ways filled Phil with won­der, but now that his own cock was firmly
wedged down Tina‘s throat he knew that noth­ing short of an earth­quake would have moved
him.

As for Carol, she could feel Lila‘s mouth on her cunt and she real­ized that this was only 
the second time she had been to bed with Lila. How odd, she thought, that they should be 
mak­ing it un­der these cir­cum­stances! Yet, that‘s ex­actly the way things al­ways usu­ally 
happened, not like they did in books!

Even though she had her tongue dug in Tina‘s cunt, she loved Lila non­ethe­less. And for 
the first time in Carol‘s life, she lost her de­sire for ex­clus­ive pos­sess­ive­ness and 
un­der­stood how these things were pos­sible.

She also un­der­stood Lila bet­ter now too. Know­ing that Lila might want to fuck around 
with oth­ers, yet still be faith­ful to her in her own fash­ion, gave Carol great hope that their 
re­la­tion­ship could sur­vive.

She felt Tina‘s hot bush hairs steam­ing onto her face, cov­er­ing her nose and filling her 
mouth with her juices. She pre­ten­ded that she was eat­ing out Lila, for that was what she 
really wanted to do.

Then why the fuck not? She asked her­self. As sud­denly as the thought had oc­curred to 
her, she ceased eat­ing out Tina‘s box and turned to reach for Lila. As­sum­ing the 69 
po­s­i­tion, Carol licked and lapped away at Lila‘s hole, hap­pier than a pig in shit.

Tina missed the at­ten­tion shown to her aroused cunt and she swung her body around so
that Phil could fin­ish what his daugh­ter had star­ted. Be­ing so close to cli­max him­self, Phil
was happy to plunge his face between Tina‘s thighs and ream her cunt with his ex­pert 
tongue.

The mu­sic in the back­ground never broke for com­mer­cial in­ter­rup­tion and for this 
all were grate­ful. How dis­turb­ing that would have been to them when all four wel­comed 
the back­ground it provided to their own lust, fuel­ing their fantas­ies with memor­ies and 
hopes for the fu­ture.

Phil longed to fuck Carol for old times sake. It was his the­ory that once they had 
re­peated the trau­matic ex­per­i­ence of their first en­counter both would be free to go on 
from there.

But he was near­ing his cli­max now and was about to shoot his load down Tina‘s throat. 
He opened his eyes and looked over at his daugh­ter. If he shot half his load down Tina‘s 
throat and sprayed the rest over Carol‘s body he would make con­tact, how­ever small, with 
her.

The come was roil­ing around in his balls now, threat­en­ing any second to erupt in a 
mol­ten lava of se­men. Squeez­ing his eyes shut, Phil gave him­self over to the ex­quis­ite 
pleas­ures that racked his be­ing.

Splat! Splat! Splat! His come shot out of his cock and splashed against the in­sides of 
Tina‘s mouth. Tina didn‘t mind suck­ing cock, but hun­dred bucks or no, she wasn‘t about to 
swal­low his seed.

When she star­ted gag­ging on the bit­ter fluid, Phil seized this op­por­tun­ity to aim the 
re­main­ing spurts at Carol. Carol felt the hot sticky gism hit her na­ked back and stopped 
eat­ing out Lila long enough to stare at the crazed, glazed look her father wore in his eyes.

"I love you, Carol!“ he shouted aloud.

Carol was too as­ton­ished to an­swer and Tina‘s angry com­mand that Phil re­turn to her 
cunt ended any ex­change father and daugh­ter might have shared.

In­spired by her father‘s heroic at­tempts to com­mu­nic­ate in his pe­cu­liar fash­ion with
her, Carol re­sumed eat­ing out Lila‘s cunt with rel­ish.

Lila hadn‘t un­der­stood what the in­ter­rup­tion was all about. She was too in­tent on the
busi­ness at hand and her own ap­proach­ing cli­max.

She lapped away at Carol‘s cunt, stick­ing her fin­gers into her hole and feel­ing Carol‘s 
va­ginal muscles tighten around them. As far as she could tell, Carol was very close to 
cli­max­ing and she wanted it to be good for her in ap­pre­ci­ation of this free trip to San 
Fran­cisco.

Chris and her life in New York seemed very far from Lila at this point and she dreaded 
re­turn­ing there.

Just then, Carol‘s writh­ing body be­came even more spas­tic. As she thrust and ground 
her hips and squeezed her thighs even tighter around Lila‘s head, both girls ex­ploded with 
in­tense, clit­oral cli­maxes.

Later, as all four sat to­gether shar­ing an after-din­ner drink, Tina sat count­ing her 
money.

She was ser­i­ously con­sid­er­ing go­ing into the cock­suck­ing busi­ness. As far as she 
was con­cerned, clean­ing up after pas­sen­ger‘s vomit was a lot worse.

"You got any horny friends?“ she asked Phil eagerly. She felt close to him and free to ask 
any­thing.

Phil smiled. "Yeah,“ he told her. "But honey you‘ll have to swal­low their come if you 
ex­pect to com­mand those high prices!“

"Maybe I‘ll lower my price,“ Tina said thought­fully.

"Why don‘t you learn how to de­velop a taste for come?“ Lila piped up cheer­fully. Tina 
made a face. "Look who‘s talk­ing!“ she jeered. "You prob­ably never sucked a cock in your 
life!“

Carol listened to this ex­change and thought about the im­plic­a­tions of con­sciously 
sleep­ing with her father. But she wanted him to sug­gest it. Never in her life would she give 
her father the im­pres­sion she had missed his scene!

Phil gave Tina sev­eral num­bers to call and Tina care­fully wrote them down in her 
ad­dress book. "At least it‘s bet­ter than deal­ing in dope,“ she said. Though the real reason 
Tina didn‘t deal was be­cause too many of her friends had been killed do­ing it!

"Come here, honey,“ Phil in­vited, pat­ting the spot next to him on the couch. "Why are 
you pa­cing around like a caged an­imal? You should be re­laxed after what you just went 
through,“ and he gave Lila a warm smile.

Lila smiled back at Phil. She wished she had a father like Carol‘s and wondered why Carol 
ac­ted so strangely around him.

"Would any­one mind if I went for a ride with Phil?“ Carol asked sud­denly. She was tired 
of be­ing in the hot apart­ment.

"Fine with me,“ Tina said. "I‘m about ready to get some shut-eye.“

"Me too,“ Lila said.

Carol looked sharply at Lila, think­ing to her­self how the minute her back was turned, Lila 
would prob­ably fly into Tina‘s arms. And then she real­ized that it didn‘t make any 
dif­fer­ence. Lila would be faith­ful in her fash­ion and noth­ing Carol could com­mand of her
in that dir­ec­tion would change any­thing.

Phil and Carol left the apart­ment then, Phil‘s heart ra­cing. He was happy she had spoken 
first, not want­ing to rudely sug­gest she leave her friends.

"I like that Lila,“ he said as they rode down in the el­ev­ator to­gether. "I‘m glad I got a 
chance to meet her.“

"I am too,“ Carol said. Then an­other thought oc­curred to her. "Do you have any friends 
in ad­vert­ising out here?“ she asked. "I mean, do you think I could move out here and work?“

"I don‘t see why not,“ Phil answered, lead­ing the way to his car.

He drove to the Golden Gate and crossed into the town of Sausito.

"I thought you‘d like to see the city from the other side,“ he ex­plained, park­ing the car.

"I guess that‘s what you had in mind when you took me to Europe,“ Carol said rue­fully.

When Phil saw how grace­fully she was tak­ing what he knew was a pain­ful ex­per­i­ence 
for her, he reached out and pulled her close to him.

"I‘ve got a good view from my pent­house,“ he told her, start­ing the mo­tor on his 
Porsche. "Let‘s take ad­vant­age of it.“

They roared back across the bridge, each busy with their own thoughts. Once up in­side 
Phil‘s apart­ment, Carol did ad­mire the view, but she hadn‘t begged off from the com­pany 
of Tina and Lila to look out the win­dow.

"Don‘t you have some­thing to say to me,“ she began.

Phil kept his gaze aver­ted from her. "Yes,“ he ad­mit­ted. "I‘m sorry.“

"That‘s all?“ Carol asked, and Phil thought to him­self that she was as cold as her mother.

"I had hoped,“ he began slowly, keep­ing his face aver­ted from her gaze, "that if we made
love now it would help you over that ex­per­i­ence.“

"I‘ve given it a lot of thought too,“ Carol ad­mit­ted, "but I don‘t think it‘s ne­ces­sary.“

"But I‘d like that very much,“ Phil in­sisted. "I really would!“ Carol couldn‘t help but laugh. 
"I‘m sure you would, Phil,“ she said. "But I‘m not sure I would!“

"But how are you ever go­ing to know if you don‘t try!“ Phil said. "Come on, Carol honey. 
Give your old man a piece!“ He was look­ing her full in the face now, his eyes im­plor­ing. 
What if she re­fused him? "Look, Dad,“ Carol said, lapsing by er­ror into the use of a term she 
rarely ap­plied to her father, "why don‘t we just shake hands and for­get the whole thing?“

"You mean it?“ Phil asked, eager to ac­cept any terms that would erase his guilt.

Carol stuck her hand out and shook her father‘s palm firmly. "Yes, I do,“ she said, giv­ing it 
an ex­tra shake for em­phasis.

"But what do you want from me?“ her father asked, "now that I‘ve fucked you up?“

"You haven‘t fucked me up at all,“ Carol said. "In fact, I can‘t re­mem­ber be­ing so happy. 
Noth­ing in my past can com­pare with the joy I feel right now.“

"I hope you‘re not just say­ing this to avoid hurt­ing my feel­ings,“ Phil said, but he felt 
re­lieved not to have to carry out his weird ex­per­i­ment.

"Look, Phil,“ Carol said. "Hi grant you that you might have fucked with my head, but as 
long as I can for­give you and you can keep the money com­ing, I can get over it.“

"Well, you‘ve changed,“ Phil said. "I can re­mem­ber when you wanted to earn your own 
way.“

"But I do want to earn my own way,“ Carol in­sisted. "What comes from you is only a 
bo­nus. Don‘t worry, someday.! Might pay you all back.“

Phil hugged her. "Okay, honey,“ he said.

Carol looked at her watch. She yearned to re­turn to Tina‘s apart­ment and Lila‘s arms.

Say­ing good­night to her father, Carol took ad­vant­age of the deser­ted streets to 
ap­praise the city. She didn‘t feel frightened in Frisco as she did in New York, even though she 
should have been. Just as she was about to turn into Tina‘s apart­ment en­trance, a shadow 
moved be­hind her.

"Hello?“ Carol cried. "Who is it?“

Her heart was pound­ing faster and faster. How was it she was al­ways get­ting into shit 
like this? Couldn‘t she live a nor­mal, simple life like most people. Did every­day have to have 
the drama of a Mary Hart­man?

For an an­swer to her pleas to know who was be­hind her, a hand covered her mouth and 
dragged her to­wards a parked car. Toss­ing her in­side as eas­ily as a feather, the car sped 
away.

Carol struggled against this new in­dig­nity to her well-be­ing, fight­ing vainly to identify 
the two men who now had her life in their hands. She hoped they didn‘t plan on rap­ing her.

"Who are you!“ she cried, but all she got was si­lence for an an­swer.

"Where are we go­ing?“ Carol asked. Again, no an­swer. Fi­nally the car stopped at a 
ware­house and Carol was dragged un­ce­re­mo­ni­ously out from the back seat. The next 
thing she knew, she was in a small room with a na­ked light bulb hanging off the ceil­ing. Two
men were sit­ting at the table play­ing gin rummy and a wo­man wear­ing a mask was also 
there.

Even with the mask, Carol knew this was Eliza­beth, her mother. She must have had me 
fol­lowed, Carol real­ized. This was a day and a half of con­front­a­tion for her!

Maybe she could get rid of the bug­a­boo of her mother as eas­ily as she had with her 
father. It was worth a try any­way.

"Hi, Mom,“ Carol said.

The face be­hind the mask moved sharply.

"How did you know it was me?“ she asked, re­mov­ing the mask to re­veal the 
dis­ap­poin­ted face the mask had done much to con­ceal.

"Mom,“ Carol pleaded. "I know you never liked me, but why this? And why now!“

"Now is as good as time as ever,“ Eliza­beth said crisply. "All right gen­tle­men,“ she said 
to the two thugs that had brought Carol into the ware­house, "you may go now.“ And she 
handed them each an en­vel­ope.

"Oh come off it!“ Carol shouted. "You‘ve been watch­ing too much tele­vi­sion.“

"I‘ve never liked you,“ her mother said, "and your con­tin­ued ex­ist­ence has now meant a
fin­an­cial in­con­veni­ence as well.“ She looked at the two men who were still sit­ting at the 
table though they had put the cards away.

"This here is Dr. Candle,“ Eliza­beth went on. "He is ready to sign you into a private 
san­at­orium un­less you sign your in­her­it­ance over to me.“

Carol thought quickly. Which was more im­port­ant to her, her free­dom or the money? 
Was one pos­sible without the other? Would Lila like her if she was poor and had to work in 
ad­vert­ising for a liv­ing? Shit! She HAD to find out.

"All right,“ she said, her voice heavy with resig­na­tion, "I‘ll sign.“ Dr. Candle pushed a 
pa­per to­wards her and Carol hast­ily scribbled her sig­na­ture on it, hop­ing it was the 
cor­rect pa­per.

Eliza­beth‘s mood be­came all ex­pans­ive and happy now that Carol had been so easy to 
break.

"Can we give you a lift back to that stew­ard­ess‘s apart­ment?“ she asked as though they 
had be­come the best of friends.

Carol ac­cep­ted their of­fer. She would have pre­ferred to walk, but as her last stroll had 
turned out so dis­astrously, she de­cided against it.

"Let me out here,“ she ordered as they pulled onto the street where Tina lived. "I want to 
walk the rest of the way.“

Though her en­counter with her mother hadn‘t been as suc­cess­ful as the one she had 
had with Phil, Carol still felt a pang of re­morse as she said good­bye to the frivol­ous 
Eliza­beth.

"I hope you en­joy your ill-got­ten gains,“ she said sar­castic­ally get­ting out of the car.

Eliza­beth didn‘t an­swer. She was firmly held by the so-called Dr. Candle who was 
em­bra­cing her.

Filled with dis­gust, Carol re­sumed her walk to­wards Tina‘s apart­ment and the wait­ing 
Lila.

As she strolled along, feel­ing that at last she had rid her­self of the only true bug­a­boo 
left in her life, her spir­its began to lift. She would tell her father all about the true nature of 
her en­counter with Eliza­beth of course, and he would prob­ably ar­range for her to get her 
money any­way, but she didn‘t care.

She was look­ing for­ward to start­ing off fresh in Frisco and if Lila wasn‘t ready for her 
scene, well, fuck Lila too.

Be­cause she had neg­lected to take a key .from Tina she was forced to wake her up to 
open the apart­ment for her.

"Oh,“ Tina said, rub­bing her eyes. "It‘s you.“ Carol stepped quickly into the apart­ment 
hop­ing to catch Lila do­ing some­thing, but Lila was asleep on the couch. Not wish­ing to 
bother her, but barely able to con­tain her news for the next day, Carol swal­lowed her 
eager­ness and ac­cep­ted Tina‘s of­fer that she sleep with her.

As she fell off to fit­ful dreams, Carol vowed to her­self that from now on things would be 
dif­fer­ent in the way she re­lated to people. No sooner had she vowed this when Tina was 
nudging her.

"Stop yelling in your sleep!“ she com­plained.

Carol awoke with a start. "I‘m sorry,“ she said. "What was I say­ing?“

"I don‘t know, honey,“ Tina yawned, "some­thing about killing Eliza­beth or some chick.“ 
Carol reached for Tina. "I like you,“ she said. "Hold me to­night. I don‘t feel good.“ Tina took 
Carol into her arms, hop­ing that her amor­ous de­sires wouldn‘t start at this un­godly hour 
of the morn­ing! But Carol was asleep be­fore she could even give it a second thought.

The next day when Carol woke, Tina was gone and Lila was mak­ing her break­fast. Carol 
sat in the little break­fast nook and watched how Lila was try­ing to make her happy.

She de­cided now was a good time to lay the bomb on her head that they wouldn‘t be 
hav­ing any money much longer.

"You mean you gave into your mother‘s de­mands just like that?“ Lila cried.

Carol stud­ied her care­fully. "That‘s right, I bought my free­dom.“

"Oh,“ Lila said. "Well, I guess I can al­ways get a job to help out.“ She sat Carol‘s break­fast 
in front of her. Carol reached up to grab Lila around the waist, kiss­ing her on her tits.

"You‘re great,“ she told her. "You mean you still want to be with me, even though I‘m not 
Miss Rich Bitch any­more?“

"Yeah,“ Lila said, feel­ing un­com­fort­able. "I do.“ She was shocked her­self. But the time 
she had spent with Carol had been so much fun for her, Lila had de­cided to stick with her 
un­til some­thing bet­ter came along.

After break­fast they ex­plored the city end­ing their ex­cur­sion in Phil‘s apart­ment.

Phil listened to Carol ex­ploits and de­cided that maybe Eliza­beth was right and Carol was
nuts after all.

"Well, I wouldn‘t worry about it,“ he said. "I‘ve got enough on that bitch to make sure she 
doesn‘t get a fuck­ing dime.“

"Say!“ he boomed. "How would the two of you like to live here? I‘m rarely home and it will 
be just like your own apart­ment.“

Lila was about to blurt that that soun­ded great to her, but she looked at Carol in­stead.

"No thanks,“ Carol said. "I‘d rather have my own place. No of­fense Dad, but I know you‘ll 
un­der­stand.“

"Hey! I‘ve got it,“ he said. "Why don‘t the three of us have din­ner. My treat,“ he ad­ded 
ex­pans­ively.

They ate at Ernie‘s and then went to Tina‘s to get their lug­gage. Though it was too late 
right now to find an apart­ment, Carol in­sisted on mov­ing into a hotel with Lila.

"Okay, honey,“ she an­nounced when the porter had set their bags down. "This is it. Just 
me and you from now on! How does that strike you?“

For her an­swer, Lila went into Carol‘s arms. "Let‘s go to bed,“ she sug­ges­ted, tug­ging at
Carol and try­ing to man­euver her onto the large mat­tress. As far as Lila was con­cerned, 
Carol was the closest per­son she had ever found to Eileen and she hoped they would be 
to­gether forever.

As they un­dressed and climbed into bed, the phone rang.

"Oh shit!“ Carol ex­ploded, mov­ing her mouth away from Lila‘s tit and reach­ing for the 
phone.

"Yeah?“ she grumbled into the mouth­piece.

"Carol!“ a wo­man‘s voice said. "It‘s me, El­len!“

"How the fuck did you know where I was?“ Carol de­man­ded, not at all pleased by the 
in­ter­rup­tion.

"Phil told me,“ El­len said hur­riedly. "Listen is Lila with you?“

"Who wants to know?“ Carol asked sus­pi­ciously. Shit! Would they ever es­cape 
then-past? She was be­gin­ning to doubt it.

"Chris,“ El­len replied.

At the men­tion of Chris, Carol‘s tone be­came even more guarded.

"No listen, it‘s all right,“ El­len was say­ing. "I just want you to tell that little bitch that she 
had bet­ter for­get about Chris be­cause the two of us are back to­gether.“

Carol looked at Lila, ly­ing im­pa­tiently a few inches from her side.

"I‘m sure the last per­son in the world that Lila is think­ing about is Chris,“ she said dryly.

"Oh?“ El­len said. She soun­ded dis­ap­poin­ted.

"Well,“ she went on, "I can‘t talk much longer. Chris only lets me make one phone call a 
week, and this is my phone call for this week.“

"Well I‘m glad to hear that,“ Carol said. It amused her to think how Chris and El­len most 
have had to swap roles en­tirely to set up that ar­range­ment. One thing Carol was 
de­term­ined to do was not get into any role-play­ing at all with Lila. They would start out on 
the right foot and hope­fully they would end up there.

"Well, good­bye,“ Carol said, re­pla­cing the mouth­piece in its cradle.

She didn‘t hear whether or not El­len answered. Turn­ing to Lila, she didn‘t even care.
