Earl laughed. "Oh, Baby… Baby! You've got a lot to learn! Wow! I hope you don't have hang-ups on dope… I mean, this country rocks with it, Lover."

"I don't have any hang-ups… and I know all about dope… but to find you living here, Darling…"

"Hey… look, Baby, this is it… where it's at, eh! Listen, these kids might well be you and me except for a few years! I mean, they're with it… happy… doing their own thing! Christ, Chickie, don't put 'em down… not even the fags… And incidentally, how come you spotted them? Charlie and Ted are cool cats, not readily tagged as gay boys."

"Remember me, husband… the half-sister of Nickie."

"Oh, shit, I forgot. Yeah, you got an eye for those dollies haven't you?"

"He was good to me, Darling… in my hour of need, so as to speak," Lynn said, smiling.

Earl stared into her green eyes lustfully; he had to see her long pent-up desire there, she knew, and all else began to fade from her mind. He ran his hand through her long flaxen hair and down to her breast, cupping its velvety fullness hungrily, then, smothering it with his face, his lips encompassing its pink, vibrant nipple, his tongue teasing and loving it.

Lynn felt the pent-up sensations of deprived months and months racing through her belly and loins. She kissed his temple, his cheek, his ear, teasing her tiny tongue into it; then she felt his hand moving down her waist and hips, across her abdomen toward the gilded, hair-covered mound between her legs… and at last, the soft, gently throbbing lips of her cunt… felt the sharpness of his fingernail tracing the thin pink line of her adjoined pussy-lips down toward the soft orbs of her buttocks… the smooth furrow separating them… the tiny, raised, hairless opening of her anus…

God! Oh, how she wanted him!

"I'm going to fuck you now, Rabbit!" he hissed hotly. "I'm going to make up for two years in two hours! I'm going to bury my cock in you and blow my balls right inside your soft little belly."