Anonymous - Uncle Roy's secret

"Well-that part was honorary-"

"So then you blew it."

Her eyes screwed into him…

Uncle Roy blinked.

"If your words were meant to burn me a bit, Cassie Lou, they sure did it. But not for the reasons you might think."

"You didn't blow it. You call your present habitations a mark of success?"

"I confess I am innocent of crime."

"That and a dime gives me ten cents."

"The goods found in my possession were originally stolen from their rightful owners. Those worked pieces of jade and the gold and silver jewelry were originally looted from the tombs of our cultural forebears on this continent."

"You mean Indians."

"Aztec, Apache, Hopi and Navajo. Comanche and Toltec and Maya and the-"

"Nevertheless, the parties whose booty you stole are according to law the legitimate proprietors of those pieces."

Cassie Lou obliviously strung out a leg and swished it along Uncle Roy's thigh as she twitched her gams slantwise crossed at the knees.

"Add to that, Uncle Roy, your position as an expert as well as noted collector-all of it very substantially documented."

"After years of gathering and preserving and cataloging those artifacts I was preparing to take advantage of the tax situation and donate my collection to the relevant tribal councils and country of origin-give it back to the Indians."

He grinned.

Cassie Lou quirked one side of her mouth and spoke out:

"There was nothing in writing to substantiate any of those propositions-and the law is blind under those conditions."

Uncle Roy lifted one eyebrow.

Cassie Lou almost laughed out loud at the inconstancies of the shifting legal system. "I know that you know, Uncle Roy, that if those collectors were to go through the same channels now that they did then to get their prize pieces in the first place they might well be in your present situation instead of the other way around*"

Cassie Lou also knew that Uncle Roy knew that she knew he could see through her layers of blouse and brassiere.

"I heard all that," Uncle Roy cracked wisely, lighting a cigarette. "And I also understand why a law is not retroactive in application-don't want to criminalize acts after the fact-"

"So as things go, Doctor LeRoy LaRue is the guilty one-"

"If I hadn't run awry with the lawboys they wouldn't have come down on me-"

"What can I tell you? It's not in the record of your court transcript that you accused certain art collectors who were also influential in the government of hiring members of the county sheriff's office to knock you off. That testimony was strictly hearsay and ruled tangential to the proceedings. It was subsequently stricken."

"But you do remember it-"

"Everyone at the state capitol heard about it and few would doubt it. Regardless of what was said. But I always reasoned there must have been more to it than that-"

"Maybe I did have something else on the art collectors and museum wheeler-dealers that I did not tell. Perhaps a secret relationship."

"You might have stiffed the deputies with respect to their expected payments of bribery regarding your varied enterprises. That amounts to larceny in their eyes."

"More than sufficient, isn't it?"

"You might try training your eyes not to look at my tits like that."

"Mightn't I."

"And stop licking your chops and pointing your tongue at my twat."

"Why."

"I want to die."

"Can't get much higher."

"If you're not embarrassed then it won't pay me to be," her eyes deflected from his. "Only gives you leverage on me. You had me going for a moment. Got a rise out of me."

"Open your thighs."

Cassie Lou felt her temperature rise.

Surprised herself.

"Is that your idea of sweet talking a woman? To come on like that?"

"They call it a joke."

"Only if it's funny."

Cassie Lou's cunny was runny.

Rutsweat slimed from her underarms and the itch in her asshole was terrible.

Sweltering titmeat and hard-nosed nipples made Cassie Lou's clothing unbearable.

She slipped her digits into her briefcase and filched a full pint flask of liquor from the innards. Sat two short glasses on the card table.

Tumbled beige fluid into one of them. Shot it down without a blink.

"Want a drink?" Cassie Lou said without looking directly at Uncle Roy.

She filled her glass again to the brim. Rimmed her mouthlips.

Slugged it down.

Uncle Roy sipped his amber liquid as Cassie Lou chugalugged her third.

She lit up a cigarette and watched Uncle Roy pause to flare up his own slim cheroot. He licked the tip and the length of the slender cigar.

Held his yawp ajar.

Triggered a lighter and ignited the tip.

"Cute," Cassie Lou said. "Figure you'd get me to thinking blowjob."

"Worked, didn't it?"

"Something I once read about between thought and expression there lies a lifetime-"

"Oh-one of those dirty French novelists. The absurd courts the vulgar: Marquis de Sade, Joris Karl Huysmans, Isidore Ducasse-Comte de Leaut-reamont. And one must not forget the erotic forays of Alain Robbe-Grillet, Simone de Beauvoir, Jean-Paul Sartre, Albert Camus-"

"Speak English."

"Fuck you."

"See how easy it is?"

"I guess I've been using a lot of my time inside to catch up on some literature I earlier neglected. You ever read Henry Miller, Iceberg Slim, Erica Jong-they're all-American-now William S. Burroughs, you see, writes a mean-"

"Save the books for the latrine. I would like to explain how a pardon would operate."

"But that would leave me as guilty. A pardon implies I was-"

"Everyone important is familiar with your particular circumstances."

Uncle Roy didn't say a word.

Instead he was banking on Cassie Lou ingesting his hard-on with her eyes.

He shifted his thighs.

Leaned back in his chair.

Pricktip felt as if it would tear through his underpants and trousers.

Thick as a fist, the cockhead adorned the end of a limber finger of pullulating flesh running from the apex of Uncle Roy's crotch around the wad of his ballocks to the central part of his belly.

Cassie Lou saw the head of Uncle Roy's hangar bulging near to his belt buckle.

She thought she heard him chuckle, but his facial features did not move a muscle. His erection flexioned.

Cassie Lou snapped her eyes away.

"About the procedure for obtaining a pardon-" Cassie Lou gagged on the words.

As she spoke the obvious jokes crackled through her mindscape:

"Pardon my hard-on, ma'am."

Cassie Lou read the headlines:

PAROLE BOARD PUSSY PASSES PARDON PRIMED BY PRISONER'S HARD-ON.

And she threw it all aside.

"What I might propose for you to consider, Uncle Roy, is to go for the pardon and when the next governor comes in go for it to have the original verdict overturned."

"That way I don't have to make the present bunch of political cronies look so filthy-"

"Yeah. Once you're out-you'll see. You'll want to chill down awhile," Cassie Lou almost smiled. "Speaking of chilling." She blew upward from her mouth. "Hot as hell in here."

"Isn't it the truth."

Cassie Lou loosened the ties of her bowed neckscarf and diffidently opened the top button of her blouse. She shucked her lightweight tailored suitjacket and tossed it over the back of her chair.

Let out a breath.

Belched on booze.

Shot down another glug. Wiped her mug with the back of her wrist.

"Scuse me."

She bent forward over her knees and whipped her stockings down her legs to bare them. Then replaced her feet in her high-heeled shoes.

"I don't want you to think I am a floozy. Just a bit woozy from the heat."

"Here. Allow me."

Uncle Roy courteously flounced out Cassie Lou's blouse. Jugs jiggled in the titsling.

"Shit."