Vera stared. Then a movement caught her eye, and she saw the man. He was coarse and big, with long, apish arms furred black. His lips were thick. his nose faintly squashed. Muscles sloped from skull to shoulders, leaving him with no neck. He clumped into the room in dirty Levi's and heavy swamp boots and gave her a grin that was supposed to be pleasant It came out wicked. It reminded her of three other grins eighteen years ago, and her pussy spawned with a throb of tenor.

"Roger!" she cried wildly. "What have you done! Damn it, you've gone too far this time! Get them out of my house this instant!"

She was absolutely stunned. Naked or not, she could only stand there flat-footed and ask herself over and over why he'd done this to her. What was his reason?

"This here's a swinging couple I met tonight, She said. Sally and Dalton. Hey, Dalton-get a load of my big sister. Ever see sucking tits like those before? Man, I've sucked them so hard milk came out, sweet and warm. Catch her and try it, man. Grab hold of that tight ass and give it a squeeze. Then give her a taste of that salami of yours-she needs it bad!"

Roger!

"Oh, yeah she likes to pretend she's my mother, old buddy, but don't believe her. No guy ever had a mother as built for fucking as she is, did they? She just needs a little taste of cock, that's all!"

Vera saw the ape come towards her. She gasped with disbelief. Then she gave a harsh sound and ran into the living room, snatching up the phone from the cradle and dialing the operator.

Dalton grunted and came after her. He grinned with thick lips. He reached out with a hairy arm and grasped the wire and yanked it from the wall effortlessly.

"My God!" Vera squeaked, staring.

The room seemed to spin. There was nothing civilized in it any more, not even herself. She'd become a terrified little animal. She ran into the dining room and put the big pecan table between herself and Dalton. She opened her mouth to scream at her son, but no sound came out.