Debbi Matthews - Debbi_s dirt road

had known so long ago returning.

"Sticky," was all Debbi said, her tongue still playing in the man's discharge that dribbled out of his cock. She laughed and Willie interpreted it as a response to the pleasure she had gotten from sucking him off. In reality, Debbi now knew she had the perfect way of solving her problem.

"Willie, I want you to bring me their balls. After you've killed them," Debbi said, licking the last traces of come from her lips in a sexy motion.

"Sure, babe. I'll bring 'em tomorrow. Then you'll be a good little girl," Willie urged. He was surprised by her request. But he'd grant it because it would prove that he was man enough to look after his woman..

"I always am for you, and always will be," Debbi lied, smiling. The smile was one of inner satisfaction. Canada would be a pleasant change. And the lifestyle she felt certain she could find at Mr. Fati's would suit her just fine. The wheel was turning again.

It took Willie several days to make his reappearance. In the interim, Debbi spent all of her time in her hotel room. The bums and soreness of her body healed quickly. But the emotional injuries festered. Debbi had taken the time off since the abduction. Willie examined her and thoughtfully told her to take it easy for as long as she thought necessary. He seemed somewhat apologetic for his treatment of her, but his ego would not allow him to actually come out and say

it.

"I've made the peace, Willie said. He was apparently exhausted from his unpleasant business. In his pocket he carried a small box. Willie opened it and showed the contents to Debbi.

The girl gasped as she saw two sets of human testicles. They had been cleanly severed and sewn shut. Debbi averted her gaze. But she felt a wild thrill go through her as she imagined it happening.

"Did you cut them off before you killed them?" Debbi asked, hoping that the two men had experienced that extra agony.

"Babe, them cats weren't about to sit and let me chop off their jewels," Willie laughed. He was obviously amused by her naive question.

"How did you do it?" Debbi asked, little-girl curious.

"With this little thirty-eight," Willie boasted, pulling out a wicked-looking revolver and showing it to Debbi. She was afraid to touch it, though she could give herself no reason why.

"What did you do with the bodies?" Debbi asked.

"Hell, they're still in that damn garage," Willie answered. Ordinarily, he wouldn't go into such detail about a murder. He was clever enough to keep such things to himself. However, because of the guilt he still felt about his treatment of Debbi, and the feeling caused by the overuse of drugs, Willie felt like boasting.

"They deserved it, the bastards," Debbi said. "But now I'm feeling better. My bruises are all healed. Take a look."

Debbi slowly stripped, knowing she had achieved her goal when she caught the familiar hungry look in Willie's eyes. "Great shape, Mama. Now how about a reward for my work?" Willie suggested. He boldly moved onto the bed with her.

"Just what I had in mind," Debbi said. She gasped as his cold mouth touched her hot nipple. His hands caressed first her back, then her thighs. As his need became greater, he explored the pink folds of her already watering pussy. His large, black finger worried the soft bud of her cut.

"I need to fuck you," Willie said, his eyes gazed with passion as he studied her nude form. Debbi flew to the task of helping him undress. Once he was naked, they locked in a fierce embrace. Each tried to outdo the other in the consummation of their lust. It was savage and quick. And most importantly to Debbi, it was very tiring. Once Willie was finished fucking her, he rolled over and fell asleep. Debbi was convinced he would sleep for at least a day. It was all working perfectly.

Debbi dressed quickly and left the hotel room. She went down to a pay phone in the hotel lobby. In her hand, she clutched the card with the phone number of Mr. Fati. She dialed the number and was surprised when a man answered.

"Yes, I'm the girl who has been in communication with Mrs. Symth in Detroit. She has given me your card, saying that I meet your qualifications," Debbi began, surprised at how articulate and calm she sounded.

"I see," the voice on the other end replied. "You have an address also. Good. When will you be thinking of joining us?"

"By tonight at the latest. If that's all right?"

"Splendid. We'll see you then. It's best not to talk details over the phone. We'll be expecting you. Goodbye.

"Goodbye," Debbi said, talking into an already broken connection. She quickly went back upstairs. She took the gun Willie had pointed out as the murder weapon and put it inside the toilet box. Then she went through Willie's wallet. She found six, one hundred dollar bills. All of them went into her purse.

Debbi then took the small box and hid it carefully at the bottom of her closet. She took only a few pieces of clothing in her overnight bag and the several thousand dollars' worth of jewelry she had managed to accumulate. Willie was still sleeping soundly as she tiptoed out of the room.

Debbi left the hotel by way of the garage exit. Too many people at the main desk would be suspicious if they saw her leaving with a suitcase. They would alert Willie and the scheme would be over before it began.

Debbi used a phony name to rent a car. Once she had driven to the outskirts of the city, Debbi

stopped at a pay. phone. Her call was directed to police headquarters.

"Hello… I'm reporting a murder… Never mind who I am… just listen. You'll find two men murdered in a garage at fourteen-fifteen West Chestnut. You will find the murder weapon in the toilet box at the Danton Hotel, room four-twelve. If you move quickly, you'll find the murderer, Willie Loman, asleep in that room. The corpses will be missing balls. You'll find both sets in a little box on the floor of the closet."

Debbi hung up the phone and went back to her car. The deed was done. Now Willie would be caught. It didn't matter to her that the police would once more be looking for her. Canada would be a safe home. And if Mrs. Symth was fight in the type of employment Mr. Fati could offer, the city of Toronto would be a welcome change indeed.

Debbi felt strangely uneasy as she followed the route that would take her to Toronto. There was little hassle crossing the border, and Debbi smiled to herself when she realized she was finally in Canada.

Toronto was a confusing city to the girl. She had to stop frequently to ask directions to find her way to the address on the card. Debbi eventually found the address and was able to park on the same block.

The houses all had the distinguished air of mansions about them. They also had an old and decaying aura about them. Perhaps it was a feeling of evil lurking within. The house Debbi approached was the most formidable, the most evil-looking structure on the block.

Debbi rang the bell and was ushered inside to a sitting room by a very somber butler. The interior of the house had a decor which seemed

old-fashioned to the girl. Though it was anything but contemporary, it had a certain charm about it that the girl could appreciate. The couch she was sitting on was comfortable. So comfortable in fact that she nearly fell asleep on it.

"Glad to see you," a voice commented from behind her. Debbi turned with a start to see that the owner of the voice was a man of about fifty.

"Hello," Debbi began, "I'm the girl who called earlier, Debbi Blackwell." She used her real name without any hesitation.

"Fascinating. Mrs. Symth was correct in her judgment, as always. Would you care for an aperitif?"

"Ub, no thank you," Debbi answered. She hadn't enough sophistication to know what he was talking about. But when she watched him move over to a bottle and pour himself a drink, she quickly changed her mind and joined him.