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"Hey, lady-your kid's hurt in there. You better go see to him." The grin was cunning. He moved closer, timing Thorne's movements for the right moment to attack. He was quick, but Thorne was powerful, and Dan Dancer was a man who had respect for physical power. But Thorne was still wobbly, and Dancer knew it.

"Keep back, Dancer. I'll break your head open this time. You snuck up on me this morning before you drugged me. But I'm facing you now. You're going to have to come at me face to face, you slimy bastard."

Dancer grinned constantly, his movements lithe, one step at a time. "He's bleeding something awful, lady. You'd really better see to him. I'll let you by. It's Bundt I'm after anyway, and not even him, if he's smart. Just the tape."

"Thorne.

"Don't move!" Thorne commanded, still edging backward towards the stairs. "He wants the tape to hold over me. He wants to take over from Max. He'll use it, Vera-even after he gets what he wants. Just because he's a slimy bastard."

Thorne glanced at her for just an instant. It was her fault. He'd turned slightly to hold her back. Dancer sprang with a cobra's speed.

Vera shrieked. Dancer's hands moved with lightning speed, chopping and punching at Thorne' s sturdy body viciously, inflicting cruel blows that nearly paralyzed him.

Thorne's arms went wide and came around the slim body. He squeezed tightly. Dancer grunted with pain, and his slitted eyes went round. Thorne pushed, half stumbling, slamming into the wall behind him, sending Dancer's body hard against the low railing.

It caught him in the middle of his back. His arms flailed wildly in the air. His foot slipped. He let out a scream and pinwheeled backward over the railing. The scream stopped with sickening abruptness. Vera held her hand to her mouth, unable to move. Thorne held his stomach and doubled over, going to his knees. He gagged wrenchingly, and his face went chalk-white and sweaty for a moment.

Vera went to him. "Oh, Thorne!"

He waved her feebly away. "Caught me a good one," he gasped. "Be all right in a minute."

He crawled over to the railing and looked down. She looked with him. Dancer's body had an awkward sprawl, the bead tilted strangely on the cement, twisted way too far around on his neck.

Thorne got to his feet. Vera helped him. They went back down the balcony to the room. Joyce was in her chair still. Max's body was draped over her lap. She hugged his head to her stomach and rocked silently. His eyes stared at the corner of the room, sightless and beginning to cloud.

Roger held Rainey to hint Blood had streamed from his mouth and nose, but was clotting. Rainey whimpered with pain.

"He broke her arm, Mom," he said plaintively. "Son of a bitch broke her arm. Bashed me in the face. Just kept on and on, punching Max; even after he screamed. Punching and punching…" He shook his head and looked green enough to be sick.

Thorne hugged her lightly. He turned her around. They went out of the room, down the stairs finally. He headed towards the office, leaning on her far support.

He found the, tape and set it on a counter. He held her and looked into her eyes. He sighed heavily. "I've got to show you something, Vera," he said. "Here's what I'd just found and was leaving from, when Dancer caught me from behind and zapped me and slipped me that needle."

He took her to an alcove in the office. There was a small counter, holding a hotplate, a percolator, dirty coffee cups. There was liquid in one of them, old coffee. Dark-brown rings of evaporation circled the sides of the cup, and green-gray mold covered the surface. In another was a used tea bag, Burmese..

She reached out for it. "Paul…" she whispered.

Thorne stopped her. "Look in the bottom. White crystals, needle-shaped. I'm not a chemist, Vera, but they didn't precipitate from the tea. There was something else in that cup. The fact that there was no water in his lungs makes me sure of it. Honey, he was dead before he went into the ocean." "Murder? My God, Thorne! Paul? My Paul? Why? Why!"

He shook his head. "This motel," he said darkly. "He didn't like it-what they were doing to it. He wanted out, but they wouldn't let him. You've seen how they operated. I think that's why he split his stock and signed it over. No clear majority that way. No one person to hold hostage and force a vote from.

He sighed heavily again and put his arm around her. "Let's get out of here." He cracked a feeble grin and winced with pain. "I think the little bastard cracked a rib."

It was three of them. Thorne lay on his back in her bed with his broad chest wrapped tightly. She took away the bed tray and put it on her dresser. She came back to the bed with a mischievous smile playing at her lips. He looked at her.

"I feel silly as hell lying here like an invalid."

"Shh!" she said softly. "You're not supposed to move around."

He smiled at her. "Yeah. What a bitch."

"There's nothing that says I can't move around for both of us, darling," she smiled, unbuttoning her robe. She slipped it from her shoulders, and it slid the length of her body and puddled softly on the floor. She stood naked and proud and let his eyes go over her body again and again.

She came onto the bed and kissed his lips. She felt his prick stiffen under her hand, and she jacked it slowly.

"You're going to kill me off," he rasped huskily.

"That I am," she said.

She kissed his jaw. She moved her lips to his neck, to his chest. She went lower, kissing his stomach. She knelt beside his hips and held his prick erect and bent over it. She kissed the tip of it with her soft lips. She parted them, then, and sucked the velvety head of his cock between them.

"Vera!" he gasped. "Honey, you don't have to, Ohhhh,… don't, darling, don't."

She glanced up at him without taking her mouth from his prick. She sucked on it. She used her tongue, feeling his cock throb in her mouth. She wasn't quite sure what to do. She'd never sucked a prick off before. All she could recall was what Sally had done to Roger. It seemed to be right. Thorne's prick swelled and bucked in her mouth, and he did a lot of groaning.

"Honey-what are you doing!" he gasped.

"Killing you off," she smiled.

He laughed once and winced with pain. "Why, Vera-you don't have to do it that way. Ohhhhh, just spread your pussy and sit on my prick and let me fuck it up into you."

"Huh-uh," she said, playing with him with her fingers. "It's the only cherry I've got left. I'm going to give it to you, darling. The way things have been going, I think I'd better do it fast."

"Oh, it's all over, Vera-all over."

"I know. That is. But we're just beginning, Thorn; you and I. Oh, I'm so happy!"

"Mrs. Bundt," he said, testing the flavor of it on his lips. "Straddle my cock, Mrs. Bundt, and let me bunt your pussy around a little."

"Later," she smiled.

She sucked in her breath and looked at the fiery knob throbbing at her. She opened her mouth. She snuggled down beside his hip, slipping his prick between her lips again and drawing on it.

He began to gasp after a moment, and she could feel the life and need pulsing through his prick. She bobbed her head. She did the best she could, with no practice.

It was good enough. He put his hands on her head to push her away. She swept them off and bobbed up and down on his dick, making him flick her mouth.

His hips lifted. She felt his cock pulse wildly, felt the big eye in his prickhead open and his warm, slippery sperm spurt into her mouth. He yelled. He pumped and pumped, and it was more than she could hold. She swallowed quickly, making room in her mouth for mare of his cum.

It wasn't bad. She could get used to it. For him, she could get used to anything.

"Darling, darling!" she gasped, snaking up his body, kissing his stomach, his bandage, his lips. His tongue twirled in her mouth, sharing his own flavor with her, just as she would kiss him after he had sucked her pussy.