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"Goddamn you, Roger!" Vera cried.

Thorne looked at him tolerantly, a slight smirk on his face. "I think you're a little confused, Roger. You don't pay me. You didn't hire me, and you can't fire me. No common stockholder can do that. That's for the officers and board members to decide, and right now, you're neither."

Roger balled his fists. "There's a way, Bundt, there's a way. Max will know the way."

"That would be your first bad move, Roger, letting him in. He's slick. He promises gold and delivers mud. He'll peel the skin off your ass so fast you won't know it's gone for a week. That's his specialty, Roger. He's done it to eight companies already."

"Why did Paul have anything to do with him, Thorne?" Vera asked. "I just don't comprehend it."

Thorne sighed. "He needed money, Vera. I advised him against starting the Loon Key unit, but he wanted to build just one more before he retired. Costs went up. He got in a bind. Sawyer bought in. He looked honest, talked fine. Then he started making demands that Paul couldn't refuse. It's a long stow, Vera."

"Retired?" she asked, her voice small.

"His heart. He knew about it a year ago."

She felt hollow inside. "Yes, his heart." God, why hadn't he told her anything?

Thorne looked at Roger. "You don't like me, Roger, and I don't think much of you. But let's forget that. Let's forget things like honor and reputation and good name. Let's just talk money. You vote against Sawyer next week, and it'll pay off much more in the long run."

"Crap," Roger laughed. "All crap. The whiz kid comes over and makes like he knows what he's talking about, like I don't. And that's the way it's always been. You and the old man made sure of that. Well, I'm up to here with it, Bundt. I'm taking over, me and Max, and the first thing I'm going to do is fire your ass out of my life forever!"

Thorne shook his head sadly. "Roger, damn it, you just don't know what you're doing."

"I don't even give a shit, Charlie!" he crowed. "If it fucks you up, I'm going to do it! You want to fight me, then you're on, you son of a bitch!"

Vera was ready to belt him, to pummel him, to beat him senseless. For the first time, she had an appreciation of the frustration Paul had put up with for so many years.

For the first time, she saw him clearly, just as clearly as she'd seen herself last night, and she knew there was no fine man hiding behind the boyish exterior. There was only a big emptiness, brattiness, a compulsion to ruin and spoil.

She shuddered violently, remembering that she had let him fuck her. She had forgiven herself for bringing an animal like Dalton into their house to rape her. She had allowed him to take her to that evil motel, where every perversion she could think of befell her-and even twisted her emotions around to the point where she begged for more of it.

"Oh, Thorne!" she cried suddenly, rushing to him, sobbing openly, clinging to his strong, steady frame. His arms came around her and held her tightly, and they felt good-so damn good!

"Get away from my mother, you bastard," Roger grated.

"Haven't you said enough for one night, Roger?"

"Not near enough, buddy! You know what you're holding there? You know what kind of pussy you got against your prick there? Hot, man, hot! Lemme tell you how hot! Lemme tell you about reputation and honor and all that horseshit."

"Roger!" Vera screamed, feeling herself going slightly hysterical.

She didn't know what might have happened if the bell hadn't rung again. Thorne was holding her tightly. There was a reddish fringe about Roger when she stared at him. She watched him open the door. She saw Joyce and Rainey there. There were reddish fringes about them, too.

"Hey, hey! Look at this!" Roger cackled. "It's a pair of lovelies! See what you're missing out on, Bundt? The fringe benefits Max gives out. Come on in, you beautiful girls!"

Vera looked into Joyce's green eyes. They were mocking her. The pretty smile and the round tits and the pussy she knew was bald-they all mocked her. Rainey slipped gracefully into the house and cast doe eyes on Roger, then slid into his arms. They kissed hungrily, as if they were already alone.

"Well, if it isn't Thorne!" Joyce cried, all bubbly innocence. "We didn't know you'd be here."

"Now, I'll just bet you didn't," Thorne said levelly.

Vera looked at Joyce. She felt as if she'd been hit with a hammer. That wasn't innocence bubbling through her! That was calculated cunning!

Vera shook her head. Everything was coming so clear, so clear. And it was all happening at once. The clarity was frightening. All that yesterday-• every moment of it had been planned. They had used her and used her, just as they'd been using Roger and were going to use him again-trying to buy both of them with sex!

"What do you want here?" Vera demanded.

"Easy, Mom," Roger said, holding Rainey, feeling her lit. "These are my guests. You've got yours, I get mine."

"Why are you looking so grumpy, honey?" Joyce said to Thorne. "You always look grumpy. Don't you get enough pussy? It's not my fault if you don't." She smiled sweetly at Vera. "I was hoping you wouldn't be busy, honey. Mmmm, I came over to see you again. Why don't you tell Mr. Grump to go home?"

Vera shuddered slightly. "Thorne, take me away from here."

Joyce gave an innocent giggle and switched her butt down the hail after Rainey and Roger. She'd done her damage. It was time for fun.

Thorne led Vera onto the lanai. She shut off the lights, leaving them in near darkness. They sat on a glider that hung from a ceiling rafter. A boat slid soundlessly along the cut towards the bay, its running lights soft in the inky night.

"You've gotten the treatment," Thorne said, holding her tightly.

"Don't ask me, Thorne.

"I don't have to, Vera. I already know."

She looked through the dimness at him and felt her heart swell. It had happened to him, too. He knew. He forgave her. "Oh, Thorne!" she cried softly. "Hold me, kiss me! Tell me everything's going to be all right!"

They slid together, their mouths searching and hungry. She was astonished by her abandon with him, and then she didn't care any more.

She felt his hand come to her tit and fondle it, and her pulse raced. It wasn't like the past week. There was so much more. They didn't even have to talk, because each of them felt the same things.

He knew he didn't have to play games, go slow. He angled her down on the glider, and she went willingly, hungrily, feeling her pussy already going slick and damp.

"Ohhhh, Thorne…" she whispered, taking his sturdy body in her arms, making his weight crush her and hold her down so that she wouldn't fly apart.

Thorne tried to lift up after a moment. "Honey, this is no good. They're in there. It'll make it cheap and tawdry."

"No, darling-not cheap. Because it's with you. Don't you understand that? You make it right and good."

"It's not only them, Vera. It's Paul, too. You haven't had enough time-"

"I've had a year, Thorne. I expect you know that, too. And anyway, he's gone. It can't matter to him, Thorne. It only matters to us, and I need you desperately. Oh, darling, hold me and-and fuck me!"

"Vera!" he gasped.

She felt his cock stretch and fill. It pushed into the side of her hip. She reached for it and held it in her hand. It was as solid and good as the rest of him.

"Vera, marry me-tomorrow, 'he gasped.

She nearly laughed. Not cruelly. It just sounded too righteous, even for him. "You can fuck me, Thorne," she said, smiling impishly.

"Oh, God, I want to. I've wanted to for a long long time, Vera. You know that. You know I love you. But it's more than that. We've got to save everything. We both owe it to him, you know that."

"Oh, yes-yes!" she cried happily, flinging her arms around his neck, finding refuge in his strength, freedom from the worries and the decisions.