Paula Kaufman - The blackmailed neighbors

"And Max," she said in a deadly voice, "you follow me or give me any trouble, I'll gut-shoot you." Then they were gone, leaving the two men alone.

They turned warily toward one another, each sizing the other up, searching for an advantage, wondering who could get the hooks in deepest.

The Mediterranean. The big white yacht swung lazily at anchor in a quiet cove. Terraced slopes stretched up to a rambling villa perched on a hillside. Two men and a woman sat on the sun-drenched deck, sipping tall iced drinks. Below them, a slender form shimmered beneath the hull, picking its way through an underwater tangle of brilliantly colored sea life. Bubbles rose, popping in the warm salty air, and the slender form followed them up, breaking the surface with a glittering spray of shining water drops. It was a girl. She swam over to the boat and waited, treading water, her golden hair spreading around her sun bronzed shoulders like a shining fan.

"Someone help me up," she called. One of the men, wavy haired, with blue eyes, went over to the rail and leaning down, offered her his hand. He hoisted her aboard in one easy movement. She was naked, and stood shivering for a moment as the sea-breeze hit her wet skin, water cascading down from the pink tips of her full, outthrusting breasts.

"Pam, you look cold," the man said, his heavily accented voice thick with desire. "Let's go below, and… warm up."

"Nothing I'd like better, Giovanni," she murmured, and let him lead her down into the cabin. The other couple continued to sip their drinks, silently enjoying the warm sun, until a few minutes later the unmistakable sounds of a woman in the throes of passion floated up from the cabin.

"Does that give you any ideas?" the man asked the woman.

Anna Collins laughed. "I always have ideas like that, Pietro," she responded huskily, beginning to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. But she stopped a moment, amusement lighting up her face.

"What is it?" Pietro asked, his pants already off, baring his long rubbery cock.

"Nothing," she replied gaily. "Just remembering the two darling men who made all this possible… so long ago." Her brow wrinkled in thought.

"I wonder if they've killed each other yet?"