John Kellerman - A girl_s best friend

"Yes, Gil, I knew that, too," Jenkins chuckled. "Just as I know how broke you are. And how you'll be sucked right into prison unless I cover for you… which I'm willing to do."

"Y… Y… You're what?"

"You heard me well, I'm sure, Gil," the deformed little man said, regaining his feet and walking absently about the room. "I'm ready to save your ass… your worthless ass… for what value it has to me."

Gil stared at him, completely blank in his mind on what might come next.

"And… and what is that… that value, Mr. Jenkins?" he finally managed to ask.

The little man stood with his back to him. He turned slowly at Gil's words and smiled.

"I thought you knew already," he said, scratching obscenely at his crotch. "Your lovely family. Gil. Your wife and daughter… lovely girls. I've admired them for ages, especially your Jan."

He crossed the room once more with his back to Gil.

"Yes… it seems that we might be able to work something out for you, Martin… I mean, God knows, I wouldn't want you to go to prison, eh?"

Gil was dumbfounded. He could only stare at the monstrosity. And then, it all slowly registered, every single word he had spoken… its full meaning enshrouding him slowly, but overwhelmingly.

"You… you bastard! You can't mean… can't mean what I think you do!" Gil spat, his anger mounting into blinding rage as he stared at the little man.

Jenkins saw it. But he seemed anything but frightened.

"Don't try anything foolish in your ire, Gil," he warned. "It'd only be a mistake. I've men in the apartment tonight purposely. You see, I had an idea you wouldn't quite understand the first time… eh?"

"You're a fucking fiend! You miserable little ogre!" Gil spat viciously.

Jenkins' face grew solemn for a moment, then relaxed into its perverted smile once more.

"I'm sorry you feel that way about me, Gil," he scowled. "You know, I kind of liked you, even though you're a stupid individual… money-hungry and like that. All the same, my deal still holds."

He came closer, his agate eyes leveled fiendishly.

"Your wife for ten years of your life, Martin! Your wife and that lovely daughter of yours! You see… I have a hell of a yen to fuck them both… my way!"

Lee Martin sat by the window from where he had watched the sun rise. He had awakened an hour before dawn, unable to sleep or think of anything but what Millie had told him. She was pregnant! And what were they going to do about it? Whamo! Right smack in the friggin' mouth!

For eons, he'd just sat and stared at her. They'd gone to her house from the stinko-party, in the wee-hours, of course, and plodded right into her bedroom, stripping to ball-it in the same old style. No prelims, no anything, just fall to.

Why be wary? The good Judge and Millie's mother were undoubtedly at the links clubhouse as were his own parents, not expected before the first crow pissed at daybreak. Hell, even if the club burned down and they were forced home early, they'd never look in to find out whether their daughter was home or not. Anymore than his folks would, so there was no sweat.

"I… I'm pregnant, Lee," she'd said, sitting on her side of the bed.

She might've whapped him in the face with a wet towel!

"Pre… Pregnant?" he'd stammered, wilting backwards and rolling onto his naked side to stare at her.

She lay down beside him, stretching out, her arm draping over her face, half-hiding it.

"Pregnant!" she repeated. "Knocked up! Going to have a baby! Your Baby, Lee Martin!"

He gaped at her, his mouth drying out. She started to sit up, then, lay back down, her fantastic tits spreading all over her chest like hand-molded, yeast-filled globs of creamy bread-dough. Her unequaled and delightful firm tits were the stellar attraction in any room she ever entered or left. They'd captivated him, and he couldn't think of a guy he knew who wouldn't like to get his hands on them, and she was aware of it.

Maybe, maybe, they had, he thought momentarily. "Are… are you sure? I mean… how do you know?"

"How do you know the time? You examine a clock, eh? I went to a doctor… a doctor in Tempe," she answered, not looking at him.

He studied her subconsciously, lying there on her back, long and luscious, admiring her lengthy raven hair, like his Mom's, he thought. Heavy over her shoulders, and sexy, yeah, sexy. Man, she was an attractive chick, all right, with a wide, sensual-mouthed, warm smile… and dark eyes like his Mom, too. With legs and an ass that guys gaped after. But shit! He had no deep feeling for her! She was just a good-time, swinging doll! Jesus Christ, he didn't want her to be knocked up!

"This doctor… he could be wrong, eh?"

"No chance, Baby. I've had the frog-test," she answered miserably.

"There's nothing left but the spawning! I'm up! Now, what?"

"Hell… I don't know right off hand! Give me a minute to digest it, will you?"

"Take five," she answered sarcastically.

"Thanks…"

She'd stirred beside him, then sat up abruptly.

"Shit!" she spat. "I know you don't want to marry me!"

"Ma… m… marry you? Jumpin' Christ, Millie, I'm only 15! And what're you… almost 17? Man, what a beautiful pair we'd make trying to cut it in this fucking establishment! Of course, I could always get another paper-route like I had in Tucson!"

"Oh, don't be moronic, Lee!" she threw at him, twisting so that he could see the tears on her cheeks. "It wouldn't make any difference anyway! Don't you suppose I know the score? All you wanted was a girl who would fuck!" she went on, lowering her face into her hands, crying with her long black hair draping beautifully over her shoulders in front and behind. "And… and I was that girl. Because I loved you, Lee Martin… and God knows, I still do!"

Suddenly, she twisted about to glare viciously at him.

"You got my cherry, too! There were a dozen guys after it… not kids… men! But you got it!"

She'd told him that any number of times before, but how the hell would he know; he was no cunt authority. All right, it wasn't any canal with the locks open, but it hadn't felt like an unexplored, rippling creek either! Horseback riding had destroyed her hymen, she'd insisted… he couldn't've cared less… he found himself concerned now.

"Okay, okay!" he blurted. "You've made a point!"

He swung out of his adopted side of the bed. Christ! What did a guy do at a time like this? She was a sweet kid, and he'd fucked her from every angle known, including a few, maybe, that they'd invented, but he'd never flashed any ring under her nose! So they were lay-lovers, there wasn't anymore to it than that.

Shit! What in Christ's name did a stud do? He was still in high school! A thing like this could suck the starch out of his whole life! So she was fragrant! Hell… hell, maybe it wasn't even his! Maybe she'd been taking some whang on the side that he didn't know anything about! Why not? She could've been. He'd never kept tabs on her!

Besides, he'd tried to play it careful. She'd claimed to be on the pill and he'd invariably reminded her. Oh sure, the stuff wasn't infallible, but it was supposedly ninety-nine and forty-four one-hundred percent sperm-proof!

His thoughts were suddenly shattered. Katie was coming out of the stables. She was moving in a huff with that miserable Wolf behind her, not two inches away from her ass, and she didn't look one inkling like the doll who'd walked into the building some forty minutes before.

Lee straightened upright and watched her. Her hair was a mess, and her skirt and blouse had the appearance of being walked over. Besides that, he could read the expression on her face, and it was anything but amiable.

Something was grandly amiss, he decided with a mental flourish, and he'd bet his ass that it had to do with that Chicano. He'd watched his stealthy entrance, too. That lecherous old bastard! If he'd done anything to Katie! Not that she couldn't take care of herself, but sometimes, weirdo things happened!