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business?"
Mavis shrugged. That was similar to the comment she would expect from Police Lieutenant Henry Carr.
The gnawing worry that her husband had something to do with the supermarket robbery lingered with
Mavis. "Whom do you suspect, Phil?" she asked cautiously.
"Absolutely nobody at this time," he frowned. "It was a real, professional job!" That didn't make Mavis
feel any better; her husband, because of his background in insurance investigation, could qualify as an
expert in such a venture.
"I wouldn't want any of the money," she said timidly.
"You wouldn't want part of about four-hundred grand?" Phil chuckled dryly. "All in unmarked,
untraceable bills!" Mavis felt like crying.
About three o'clock, the Carrs came over and Mavis was grateful for the break in the awkwardness
between Phil and her.
"Willie has a slight concussion and the blackest eye I ever saw," Hank chuckled as Phil served drinks.
"And eight inches of the rawest meat this side of the butcher shop!" Miriam laughed. "That oughta keep
his sausage out of a girl's grinder for a while!"
"When they took all of that tape off Mavis," Phil said with his slow, shy, engaging grin, "they ..." he
paused to sip his scotch ..." I guess I'll have to get her a hairpiece."
"They shaved her?" Miriam chortled with glee.
Mavis reddened.
"Smooth as Miriam?" Hank grinned.
"Absolutely!" Phil replied.
"I'll be damned!" Hank almost choked on his drink and a sliver of ice.
"You'd be shaved-not damned!" Miriam corrected. "I've never seen a man without bushes and bushes of
cockle hair!"
And Mavis knew that Phil, truly, had screwed Miriam-and Hank knew it. And Phil and Miriam knew
that she had been plundered by Hank's cock; his stallion had stampeded all through her sex corral!
Mavis glanced at Phil and recognized he wasn't about to mention her knowledge that one of the robbers
had a wart on his dong! And she wouldn't say anything, either.
"How much does the police know about the job," Phil asked, rising to mix another round and sauntering
out to the kitchen for a couple of cigars from the refrigerator.
"I found out that there was no death in the family of one of Willie's employees-the cashier, I think. That's
about all I found out before I was taken off the case early this morning. The notice really came from
Ogden, not Los Angeles."
"What do you really think, Hank? An 'inside' job?" Phil pursued.
"Who can tell, at this time? I know that I took two weeks of my vacation, starting today when I was
relieved of the investigation."
Were their friends and neighbors involved? Mavis fretted, wishing she wasn't getting drunk so she could
think clearly. She tried to recall, in detail, the animal-like thrusts of the robber's cock into her cunt. She
remembered, not quite clearly, the rasp of the wart in her vagina as he fucked her. It had sent sharp
electrical sparks all through her pelvic region as it rasped the wall of her channel. Then he had sunk his
cock deep and shot her full of his jizz.
She couldn't remember-but she didn't recall that Willie had a wart on his dong. And she had watched it
all taped up. Hell! She had even jacked him off to make him hard! But she couldn't remember. Oh, that
didn't figure. He had been bound into his chair and the guy who had screwed her while she was all tied
up was the guy with the node on his pussy-knocker! I guess I am getting drunk! She hadn't seen Hank's
packer. He had fucked her from behind, in the dark kitchen. She didn't know whether she had felt a
wart or not. She had been tense and apprehensive. Who else had fucked her? She wasn't sure about
Dell Emerson; that had been almost like rape-under threat. Who? She had seen Glover's cock, vaguely,
as he plunged it into Terry Lewis. But it had been dark. Oh, damn! She was starting to suspect everyone
she knew. It probably was none of them-she hoped.
But, if she could find the guy with the wart on his penis, she would have one of the gangsters. And that
might lead to the others. There was one thing she had to do-that was clear in her alcohol-fuzzed brain-to
find the guy with the raspy little lump on the side of his peter!
How? Maybe she would start up or down through the ranks and screw the most likely suspects. Why
not Hank first? He was here!
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