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Chapter Forty-NineJane had no desire whatsoever to return to work the next morning. Her foot ached. Well, all of her ached, she realized, smiling and stretching—carefully—as she lay in bed. Plus she had rug burns on her back and behind. Peter had kept her up very late last night and had made it obvious that he had taken her instruction about not touching himself while she’d been away very seriously.He had been insatiable, making love to her not only on the rug, but bent over the counter next to the cash register—lifting her by the hips so she wouldn’t have to put any weight on her sore foot—and then sprawled over a table from which he’d removed the books with a sweep of his arm.And again, slowly and tenderly, in the back seat of his car as they parked in their usual place along the driveway to her house.They had hardly spoken at all, so wrapped up were they in each other; hadn’t talked about what she’d done in Cape Cod or what he’d done while she was away. It was all murmured endearments and ceaseless touching and the sweetness of being together again.It had been hard to say good night, even late as it was, so reluctant were they to part from each other. But finally Peter had pulled himself away long enough to take her bicycle out of the car’s trunk and stand it beside her. Then they’d kissed good night—several times. If it hadn’t been for her foot, Jane smiled to herself, they might still be standing there now.As it was, they had plans to meet as soon as they both got off work—which was reason enough to get out of bed, Jane thought.After showering and getting dressed, she hobbled down the stairs with a bag of the laundry that had accumulated while she was in Cape Cod. Her parents were already having breakfast in the kitchen. Her father jumped up when he saw her limping in with the laundry bag and offered to take it downstairs for her but she smiled and waved him back into his seat and told him she was fine.She made her way down the basement stairs and over to the area where the washer and dryer were.And stopped, staring, at the clothing draped over the sawhorse. She could see at a glance that they didn’t belong to her, and she was pretty sure they weren’t her mother’s. Why would she have arranged an entire outfit, including pantyhose and shoes, over the sawhorse? It must have been…That’s why the door was open!Jane let the laundry bag fall to the floor. She thought furiously, trying to figure out the meaning of what she saw. Chrissy had gotten into the house, that much was obvious. But what had she done there? And more importantly, had she been alone? Had she and Peter… No, he wouldn’t have done that without discussing it with Jane first.Unless… Jane knew how obsessed Chrissy had been with seeing ‘Father Brian’ again. And Jane had discussed the possibility with Peter. Chrissy had somehow convinced Peter that Jane had arranged it—that was it. Jane’s gaze fell upon the workbench. She wasn’t positive, but she was pretty sure she had coiled the ropes neatly after the last time—and now they were spread carelessly across the workbench.What the hell was going on?There wasn’t time to sort it out now; she had to get to work. She quickly stuffed her laundry into the washing machine and started it, then put Chrissy’s things into the laundry bag and hid it under the workbench.As she climbed back up the stairs Jane made up her mind that she would get to the bottom of this before the day was over or know the reason why.Chapter Fifty“…And Mom was out so we had the house to ourselves, and we both just looked at each other, you know? And we started kissing before we even sat down on the couch.”They were at their usual lunchtime spot, and Suzy was telling Jane, in conspiratorial whispers, the latest installment of her adventures with Joe. The moment Jane had entered the store that morning Suzy had run over and hugged her in greeting and whispered, “I can’t wait to talk to you. There’s no one else I can tell,” and given Jane such a triumphant grin that Jane knew right away what it was about.But Jane was only half-listening; for once she wasn’t enjoying Suzy’s bright chatter. She’d thought about making an excuse and slipping away to call Peter but had decided it was something they needed to discuss face-to-face; it would wait until the end of the day. But it didn’t make the time pass any faster or the nagging questions stop chasing each other around in her head. She tried to focus on what Suzy was saying. It was pretty interesting…“…I asked him if he ever thought about the night I took my dress off in the window and he said, ‘Only all the time.’ bursa escort Isn’t that sweet, Janey? Then he said he’d give anything to see me like that again and of course I pretended to be all reluctant and said, ‘Oh, no you don’t, Joe Haworth.’ Then I started kissing him again like I wasn’t even thinking about it anymore.“Then I said, ‘If I did…’ and then I shook my head and went back to kissing him, but I knew he wouldn’t let it go now. And he said, ‘What? What?’ and I said ‘No, I don’t trust you, mister. It’s one thing to be up in my room while you’re outside…’ And Janey, he jumped up like a jack-in-the-box and said, ‘Fine, I’ll go!’ It made me laugh. But I pulled him back down again and said, “You big dope, do you think you’re gonna stand out in my yard in broad daylight looking up at my window when my mom’s gonna be home any minute?’“Oh Janey, he looked so sad! And you know I really wanted to do it anyway. That’s when I remembered what you said.”Jane blinked. “What I said?”Suzy grinned impishly. “Yes—about tying him to a chair? I guess you were joking, but I thought, why not? So I didn’t say a thing, Janey, I just stood up and led him over to a chair and made him sit there. There was a basket of laundry waiting to go upstairs so I took a pair of my knee-socks and… Janey, I tied his hands to the chair behind him! It was so much fun! It was like we were playing pirates or something! And all the time, Joe kept asking, ‘What are you doing? Suzy, what are you doing?’ I think he was a little scared, to tell you the truth.“And you should have seen the look on his face when I came around and stood in front of him! I had to lean down and kiss him again for a while, just to calm him down. Then I stood back and said, ‘Do you still want to see me the way I was that night?’ And he couldn’t even speak, he just nodded! And I wanted to tease him some more, you know? So I said, ‘Joe Haworth, where are your manners? I want you to say, ‘Please, Suzy, I want you to take off your clothes for me.’”Suzy closed her eyes for a moment and shivered at the memory. “Ooo, I just loved telling him what to do like that. And when he finally figured out that I meant it, he turned red, and kind of stuttered, but he finally said it. And it made me feel soooo sexy! Did you ever do that to Peter?”Well, Jane thought about replying, a little while ago I made him strip naked and put on a pair of my panties and drive home in them… Instead, she replied, diplomatically, “No, Peter kind of likes being in charge. But it does sound like fun.”Suzy’s eyes sparkled and her cheeks flushed. “Oh, it is, Janie! Just hearing him say that got me so excited that I wanted to tease him some more, so I pretended like I was going to start unbuttoning my blouse—I was wearing this cute little white sleeveless blouse and these tight little shorts—then I stopped and said, ‘Not good enough. I want you to say, ‘Please, Suzy, I want you to strip for me’—‘cause that sounds even naughtier, you know?”Jane nodded and tried to look impressed.Suzy went on, “…And by then he’d kind of caught on and was getting real excited himself.” She stopped and stifled a giggle with her hand. “I could see he was getting real, you know, big in his pants but I pretended I didn’t notice. And then, instead of saying what I’d told him to say he said,”—Suzy dropped her voice into a deeper register—“’Suzy Jorgenson, you take off your clothes for me right now or I’m going to come over there and tear them off of you!’”Suzy guffawed at the memory of it and Jane had to grin at her enjoyment.“Well, we both knew that wasn’t going to happen, what with him still tied to the chair and all,” Suzy continued. But the way he said it…oh my, that just changed everything! I just said, ‘All right,’ stepped out of my flip-flops and…and…Janey, I stripped down right there in front of him! And then I stood the way I did before, the way you showed me.” She sketched putting her hands behind her head. “It was a lot different, having him right there in the room with me so I could see him looking at me. It felt like I could hardly breathe…and I got such a strange feeling in my…down here.” She glanced briefly down between her crossed legs, then back up at Jane, a hint of worry in her expression. “That ever happen to you?”Jane nodded and said, “Oh yes. Did it happen more than once?Suzy nodded vigorously and said, “Uh-huh, but I’ll tell you about it in a minute. So there I was, standing there in front of him in just my undies, and he was just staring at me with his mouth open, and we were both just…” Suzy put on a crazed, bursa escort bayan wide-eyed expression and breathed heavily through her mouth to show how excited they’d been.Jane nodded again. “I know the feeling,” she said, smiling.“Oh, but Janey, that’s not all!” Suzy actually looked around to make sure nobody was in earshot, then leaned forward and spoke in a whisper. I really wanted to kiss him some more, you know, with my clothes off like that, so I went and sat on his lap and we started kissing again and, oh, it was so much sexier like that!“And Joe, he started moaning like it was hurting him, and I thought he wanted me to stop, so I pulled back, you know? But when I did he started groaning out loud and said something like, ‘Oh god, please don’t stop.’ So I started kissing him again, and that’s when I remembered what you’d said about Peter touching himself—you know, when you took your clothes off that time?”Jane started to nod and then stopped, shocked by what she knew Suzy was about to tell her. “Suzy Jorgenson…you didn’t!”Suzy blushed and looked down, then looked up from under her eyebrows and nodded. “I feel like an awful S-L-U-T now,” she admitted, “but I felt so sorry for him, and I knew he couldn’t do it himself with his hands tied. So I just kind of let my hand fall down there and said, ‘Aww, poor Joe—is this where it hurts?’ and just sort of ran my fingertips over it. And Janey, he jumped as if I’d plugged him into the wall socket! I almost fell out of his lap!” Suzy burst into giggles at the memory and Jane had to join in.“Then I kissed him again, real slow and sexy, you know? And then I kind of whispered, ‘We’d better make sure everything’s all right down there,’ and I…” Suzy faltered for a moment, blushed again and finally managed to say, “I…opened his pants and…and…took it out!”Jane stared at her, eyes wide, eyebrows elevated. Suzy went on in a rush. “I know you told me about what they look like, Janey, but I had no idea it’d be so cute! Like a little baby possum or something.”Possum? “…And Joe was just staring down like he couldn’t believe what I was doing,” Suzy went on, “and I was so excited I thought I was going to pass out or something! I was just…I couldn’t stop, you know? I kissed him and said, ‘Is that for me?’ and kind of wrapped my hand around it….”Suzy’s gaze was focussed inward as she re-lived the experience. She was breathing through her mouth, and Jane found herself more than a little aroused as well.”“…And then I thought I’d really hurt him, ‘cause he started kind of yelling and thrashing around and then all this…this…stuff started coming out of it! I thought I’d broken it or something, you know? And I got it all over my hand and I jumped out of his lap…” Her voice trailed off for a moment. “You didn’t tell me about that, Janey,” she added, a little reproachfully. “I thought I’d really hurt him!”Jane whispered back, “Well, how was I supposed to know you were going to do something like that?”Suzy laughed. “I know, I know—good little Suzy, right? But I thought I was gonna have to call a doctor or something! Joe had to calm me down before he could tell me what was what. He told me over and over how good it felt and that the…the squirting was supposed to happen.” Suzy leaned in even closer and said, “And he begged me to do it again! So I did! I kind of knelt down in front of him so I could get a closer look, and he told me what to do…and it took a little longer, but I made him squirt again! Good thing we were cleaned up and dressed when Mom came home…”Suzy looked so proud of herself that Jane had to grin and give her a hug. Then she pulled back and said, “And how about you? Did anything else happen to you,” she duplicated Suzy’s earlier downward glance, “…down there?”Suzy followed Jane’s glance, then looked back up and replied, “Oh yeah! I was feeling all kinds of tingly down there, like I said before, and I didn’t notice right away but I guess I got so excited that I…” She looked away, embarrassed, as she finished, “I…wet my panties a little.”Jane was immediately reminded of her first encounter with Peter (“Only bad little girls wet their panties.”) and was glad to set Suzy straight. She explained how the moisture was a part of getting excited, then added, in a conspiratorial whisper, “And if you touch yourself there, or better yet, let Joe touch you there, sometimes something even nicer happens—kind of like when Joe, um, squirts. Like a big tingle that goes through your whole body.”Suzy’s eyes were round with curiosity. “Really? Ooo, I want to try that!” escort bursa She hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Um…do you really think I should let Joe…uh, do that?”Jane shrugged. “It’s up to you. You can do it by yourself if you don’t feel right about letting Joe do it.” Then she put a comic leer on her face and added, “But it’s sure a lot more fun with someone else.”Suzy giggled again, then said, “All right, next time I won’t tie him up! Gosh, I don’t know—he’s liable to die of shock from all the excitement!”The rest of the day wasn’t nearly as pleasant for Jane. Although her foot was feeling sufficiently better that she hadn’t brought her crutches to work—and she couldn’t be bothered with tying them across her bike baskets anyway—Mrs. Jorgenson wouldn’t allow her to do anything that involved standing up for any length of time, so aside from waiting on the occasional customer when there were too many for Suzy and her mother to handle Jane mostly sat behind the register and fumed. The more she thought about Chrissy invading her house, and what she must have fooled Peter into doing with her, the more infuriated Jane became. She had warned Chrissy to stay away from him!Jane knew it was largely her own fault. She had started it all—even though Chrissy had more or less asked for it—and it had gotten out of control. Well, now she was going to put a stop to it. She was going right over to Chrissy’s house as soon as the store closed and…and…she didn’t know what she was going to do, but she was going to have it out with her.As it turned out it happened a lot sooner than she had expected.The alley door had just closed behind her after she had said good night to the Jorgensons and she was bending, somewhat painfully, to unchain her bike, when she heard Crissy’s voice, full of barely contained rage.“You little whore.”Jane whirled to face her and saw that Chrissy was even more of a mess than the last time Jane had seen her. Her hair was greasy and in complete disarray, her eyes were wild. She was wearing a red dress that didn’t fit her at all and was so wrinkled that Jane thought Chrissy must have slept in it more than once.My dress, Jane suddenly realized. Chrissy had stolen it! Why in the world…But these thoughts were driven out of her head when Chrissy raised her arm, her hand shaking with the weight of the gun she held in it.——————————She had raged all the way home the night before. She had maintained enough presence of mind to make her way up to her room without being seen, but had paced and muttered to herself continuously for several hours, sometimes stopping to have whispered arguments with the girl in the mirror. And when the rest of the house was still she had gone silently downstairs to the basement, to her father’s gun locker. She’d known for ages where the key was hidden, and it was only a moment’s work to take out his old army pistol. He had never let her touch a gun, but she knew he kept them all cleaned and loaded. She had carefully closed the locker again and replaced the key.Then she had put the gun in the pocket of her red dress and left to find the little whore and kill her.She had taken her bike, not daring to start her car at that hour, and ridden all the way over to where the little whore lived. She had waited, hidden in the woods near the end of the driveway. Dawn was still hours away and she knew the little whore wouldn’t be leaving for a long time after that, but she was determined to wait. She would show Father Br…Peter how much she loved him.But eventually, not even her rage could keep her upright and she had sat down and leaned her back against a tree, and in spite of her determination had fallen asleep, still muttering to herself.And when she had awoken hours later, and seen by the position of the sun and then her watch that she had missed her chance, she had jumped to her feet and screamed horribly, frightening birds into flight for hundreds of yards around her.She had spent the entire day wandering in the woods, exhausted, dirty and hungry. She had found a stream to drink from but the day was hot and muggy and she sometimes forgot where she was and why. She’d thought that maybe God had sent her to some strangely beautiful Purgatory in which to suffer and repent her sins. But eventually, she’d remembered what she would have to do to please God and earn His forgiveness.——————————And now the moment had come. She would kill the little whore cowering in front of her. This would please God and He would restore…Peter to her. Peter? No, Father Brian. No, Peter! He belongs to me, not this little whore!She readied herself to pull the trigger. But she was finding it hard to focus on the girl in front of her. There was something about her face: it was wrong. It wasn’t the little whore’s at all, it was…hers.
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