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"Sorry, I'm busy tonight. Go fly…"

"Don't hang up – if you're not there when I get there I'll go to the cops."

There was a long pause during which time Chris was certain she could hear a muffled conversation at the other end of the line.

"OK get here around ten-thirty," Marilyn said grudgingly.

Chris hung up and sat at the phone for a brief period waiting for her hands to stop shaking and her pulse to slow. She hadn't realized how upsetting the situation was. "Shit. They obviously have me on tape," she thought as she walked back to the table.

Joe came stood and took her hand as she approached the table. "Your pale as a ghost and your hands are as cold as ice."

"You were right. I'm on video tape. She threatened me. But, when I said the magic word, 'cops', she agreed to meet with me. It's at her place at ten-thirty."

"Good," Joe said smiling.

"What the hell are you smiling about?"

"I was thinking of that video tape," he said with a mock leer.

Chris, blushed, and made a fake pass at Joe with her tiny fist. "By the way there was someone with her. I'm sure she spoke with some one before agreeing to see me."

"That's a surprise. We've been watching the place for the past twenty-four hours and no one other than the help, a cable TV repair man – oh my God that's it – the TV repair man. We may need more back up. This is coming clearer by the minute," Joe said rising and heading for the phone.

When Joe returned he was frowning. "I think we better go. I've got more people coming but Lynden thinks you ought to arrive a little earlier than scheduled."

Joe paid the bill and they walked out into the cool evening air. Chris was surprised to see her car at the door with Sam Lynden, in uniform, behind the wheel.

Joe assisted her into the car and kissed her tenderly. "You'll be OK. Follow Sam's lead."

Sergeant Lynden was a skillful driver. They cruised out of Beverly Hills to the San Diego Freeway and then onto the Ventura. They were in Calabasas by a little after ten.

"Chris when we get there you ring the bell. I'll not show myself until Marilyn, or whoever answers the door, is ready to let you in. OK?"

"Fine," she said not able to keep a quiver out of her voice.

The approach to Marilyn's house was, as usual, well lit. Sam parked the car directly in front of the house on the circular driveway. Chris got out of the car and walked briskly to the door.

The chimes were still echoing when Marilyn, dressed in a filmy negligee and nothing else opened it, "Hi Chrisie dear."

"Her voice is seductive, her body still inviting," Chris thought, "but my God her face looks like she's been on a three day drunk," Chris thought as she moved to but not across the threshold. "Hi, Marilyn. You been sick?"

"No dear. Come in please it's chilly for me in this little number," Marilyn giggled.

"OK. But I brought my friend Sam Lynden with me," Chris said stepping aside and letting the Sergeant enter first. Chris could see Marilyn blanch, her puffy face seemed to fall apart with a mixture of fright and confusion.

Chris closed the door behind her as Marilyn retreated rapidly, tripping once over the long trail of the negligee. Sliding onto a small chair, Marilyn said, "What the hell you didn't say anything about bringing a cop. He's not welcome here and he doesn't have a warrant."

Chris sniffed the air of the room. Ether, she thought. Then she noticed that Sam also smelled it. It was Sam who spoke first, "I don't need a warrant, not when I suspect a felony is occurring on the premises – and I smell ether – so I guess you are or have been free basing coke – that's a crime."

"I want a lawyer," Marilyn blurted tugging nervously at the fancy pink ties of her flimsy garment.

"Sure soon's I arrest you and read you your rights," Sam said settling into an upholstered chair across the room and looking unashamedly at Marilyn's nearly naked body.

Marilyn gradually re-acquired her sangfroid. She returned Sam's stare and said coolly, "I think I'd like to slip a little something else on, if you don't mind Sergeant."

"Sure go ahead. Miss Diamond will accompany you though. And if you aren't out of there in three minutes, by the clock, I'm coming in. Understood?" Chris followed Marilyn into the ornate bedroom. The large screen TV flickered but had no picture and the smell of ether was very strong. However, Chris could not see any paraphernalia around.

Marilyn dropped the negligee and turned to Chris with what she must have thought was a seductive look.

Chris coolly said, "Get a robe on and let's get back to the Sergeant so we can talk."

Marilyn went to the walk-in closet and returned moments later wearing a heavy blue-silk kimono. She looked at Chris pleadingly, "Chris let me calm myself down. I'll use the john. It'll only take a few minutes – please."

"OK," Chris said wondering if she was being to sympathetic.

She sat down on the fancy pink chair near the door and prepared to wait. Suddenly the big screen came to life. Chris could see Marilyn in her blue kimono moving around in the bathroom. She opened a drawer in the vanity and took two items out and dropped them in the kimono's voluminous pockets. Chris saw that one was a clear plastic bag similar to the one she saw in Marilyn's purse earlier.

The other item she couldn't identify. Marilyn had moved too quickly. As Chris continued to watch Marilyn walked to a small rattan chair and, after slipping the kimono off, sat down. She opened the small plastic envelope and poured a small amount of the white powder it contained into the palm of her left hand. Turning slightly she carefully placed the envelope on the vanity and turned back to face the camera. Chris wondered if Marilyn knew she was being watched.

Marilyn's face acquired a hungry, almost feral, look as she lifted her left palm to her nose and alternately closed one nostril and sniffed with the other until the pile of powder had disappeared from her hand.

She sat quietly for a moment or two and then her hands began to pull at her full breasts and to rub her rigidly erect nipples. She reached into the fallen kimono's pocket and pulled out the other item she had place there. It was a penis shaped vibrator.

As Chris watched with a mixture of disgust and fascination Marilyn, sitting now with her legs wide apart, slipped the vibrator into her wet pink cunt and slid it back and forth rapidly. Suddenly her back arched, her mouth opened and her hands moved to her full breasts and held them. Her climax ended as quickly as it started.

Marilyn now moving with remarkable alacrity picked the vibrator off the floor, dropped it in the lavatory, rinsed her hands, and slipped on her kimono. Moments later she appeared in the bedroom. "OK let's get this over with. I feel great now – thanks for the extra time."

Marilyn and Chris walked back into the living room. Marilyn's face was still puffy but her eyes were abnormally bright. She sat down confidently next to Sam Lynden. "OK sarge let's get this over with."

"Fine Miss Short. First let me ask you how long your high will last?"

Marilyn was startled by the question. "Damn, you think you know so much. Well it'll last until you and Miss Itchy Pussy are out of here," she spat back at him.

Chris blushed. She had reconciled herself to the probability of worse things than bad names coming out in the investigation. But, Marilyn's venom was unpleasant just the same.

"OK. Why'd you bug Miss Diamond's car?"

Marilyn stared at Chris as she answered. "Who says I did?"

"We're going to get nowhere fast if you answer my questions with questions, ma'am. Let's try again. When Miss Diamond's car was sent to the repair shop from here who authorized the repairs?"

"I did and paid for them too."