"No… never!" she gasped, the blood rushing to her face in an uncontrollable blush, the shock of his words and their implications striking her with deathly horror. "I'm never going to allow such… things to happen like that again! Never, you hear, Mr. Zeigler?"

"Oh, I hear you, Lonnie, but now you hear me," Zeigler snapped back, his tone rasping and menacing. "If you think your escapade last night is upsetting to you now, how would you like your husband to find out what you did? How you wanted me to fuck you over and over and how you licked that sweet pussy of your friend, Mrs. Cylvia Oliss, until she was cumming along with you and me. Huh, Mrs. Pure-heart? What would happen to your marriage and family then?"

"You – you wouldn't!" Lonnie groaned, stumbling against the table and almost dropping the receiver from her nerve-shattered hand.

"Not if we come to some kind of… arrangement, Lonnie, baby. We're both adults, aren't we? I'm sure that if you try hard you can think of ways to keep me happy and quiet."

"Blackmail!" the horrified wife cried out. "You're sick! A sick, degenerate blackmailer!"

"Don't call me names, Mrs. Carmel," Zeigler snapped back harshly. "I mean, you are the Mrs. Lonnie Carmel the adulteress, aren't you? You are married to Roger Carmel, but let me and Cylvia Oliss fuck you silly at my club last night, aren't you?" He barked out a caustic, lewd laugh at his rhetorical, if vulgar, question. "Of course you are. And I'll be at your house in a little while, Mrs. Carmel. Lonnie, baby."

"What – what for?"

"To see just how much my silence is really worth," came the smooth, assured reply. "Be there, and be ready to please me."