"Whewww," Ray breathed loudly, shaking his head. "You're crazy!"

"Only crazy about you and what you've got between your legs." She finished her drink and padded to the bar, swinging her ass provocatively. "Haven't you ever thought about fucking me?"

"A few times," Ray admitted. "But I figured you were too innocent before you got married. Then, after you married, I figured why bother. Besides, Gretchen takes good care of me."

"Not for two days she hasn't," Patsy reminded him. "Now you can satisfy all your desire with me. I'm ready, willing, and according to Tony, able as hell." She giggled and splashed more Scotch into her glass.

"I'm looking forward to it," Ray admitted. He rubbed his groin. His conscience was buried under the lust he felt for his sexy sister-in-law.

Gretchen, tears streaming down her face, had heard enough. She tip-toed outside, back into the morning air, and locked the door behind her. With determined steps, she left. She had no idea of where, or what she was going to do, but she knew she was going to do something.

"Ray will pay and so will my little whore sister," Gretchen said aloud. Only the trees and the morning breeze heard her. "They'll both pay!"

Patsy took a long pull on her drink. Neither one heard Gretchen leave.

"Watch yourself," Ray told her. "You might get drunk."

"I'm better when I'm drunk, Tony says." She smiled. "Says I lose all my inhibitions. He calls me his little alley cat."

Patsy licked her lips. The bright pink lipstick glistened. She came from around the bar, drink in hand, tits bouncing under the babydoll nightie. Her nipples were swollen. Her long legs were bare to the lace that hugged her swinging hips.