"Christ! Don't talk that way or I'll come right in my pants," he smiled, but said in a harsh, whispering voice. "I want those things too, but we have to find a place. We can't do anything here…"

"I know," she interrupted excitedly. "The summer house at Ste. Agathe des Monts. We can go there… tomorrow, darling."

He thought about it briefly. It seemed safe enough. Uncle Gaston wouldn't be opening it for a mouth… not until July. The idea intrigued him. Christ, he had to have her now, after this; there was no turning away from it any longer. He had to fuck her!

"All right. Tomorrow around two. I'll meet you there, Cheri. Are you sure you can get away without suspicion?"

"Yes, I'm certain of it… but it wouldn't make any difference. I'd come to make love to you even if I had to bring an audience."

"Damn!" he gasped, and kissed her once more.

Then, she eased back away from him and he read the concerned expression on her face. "Please, darling," she whispered. "You must listen to what I've told you. Galaxy Mines is in great danger… and that puts you in great danger. I don't know to what extent but maybe I'll hear more tonight and be able to tell you tomorrow."

"I'm not worried about that," he lied. "I'm more concerned about how I'm going to get you away from all this."

"Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. What's important is that you take care of Madeleine and yourself. I know this evil man better than you, darling. I know him at his vilest, bedroom self… and that's where you really come to know a man's mettle."

"But I can't believe he would do anything to hurt me. I-It's just impossible to believe. I mean, after all, I'm like his own son…"

"Oh darling, please… You must try to understand the type of man he is," she almost begged him. "I realize why you've closed your eyes to these things… because he has been like a father to you. But in God's name, don't blind yourself entirely. He's the warlord over crime in Canada… and you must know about his connections with the syndicate…"