Survive, her brain screamed frantically survive!

Suddenly, he let her go. "You gringos ... you think you know what we want ... you give with one hand and take with the other ... we want what you have ... we want women ... and cars ... and money ... and most of all we want to f.u.c.k ... f.u.c.k ... you, you white b.i.t.c.h!" he screamed, his face contorted in anger and resembling the ancient masks from Mexico that her father had in his gallery. The youth reached out then and jerked her blouse all the way down. The elastic in the top was stretched beyond its capacity and the cotton fell away, exposing a white strapless bra that held the rounded fullness of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in thin flimsy nylon sh.e.l.ls.

The teacher's arms came up to cover her nakedness; Angel batted them away, and with strong brown hands savagely tugged at the two halves of her bra. Her firm young b.r.e.a.s.t.s popped free, all white and pink nippled in the dim light of the approaching darkness. Gwen turned; unable any longer to stand his boldly staring eyes that burned into her flesh. Not even her fiance, Peter, had seen her naked like this ...

gentle Peter ... he seemed an eternity away. Frightened now, with hands shaking, she turned away and tried to pull the ripped white blouse up from the waistband of her little skirt.

Angel saw her take a step with her back half to him. He closed in and his hands came around her slim whiteness from behind to crush the full white b.r.e.a.s.t.s cruelly. His aching p.r.i.c.k was buried in the fullness of her skirt right against her quivering b.u.t.tocks, and it beat there impatiently as his hotly working hands manipulated her warm, fleshy t.i.ts. "You be nice to me and I'll f.u.c.k you nice ... you act like a b.i.t.c.h ... and I promise you ... it won't be so nice."

Refusing to answer, the frightened young teacher felt the hard brown hands tighten menacingly on her sensitive b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the huge bulging p.e.n.i.s dig at her b.u.t.tocks through her skirt. Her heart was almost beating right out of her chest. "How do you get out of this?" she asked herself. "How do you use love to handle a boy man who thinks rape is his right to get even with us? How ... how?"

"All right," she whispered, "I'll be nice, lets go back to the car."

Time, she thought desperately ... she had to gain time ... for it was almost dark. The chances of anyone going along this road now were pretty dim. If somehow she could get the car started she might have a chance, but it would have to be done quickly, locking the doors immediately, so he couldn't get inside. It was worth the chance.

"Okay. Come on," Angel said, relaxing his grip on her t.i.ts. They had taken only two steps when she broke loose and ran to the car door. The Mexican youth was right behind her, and the moment the door slammed he wrenched it open again, with a new anger rising in him now like a blood red shower before his eyes.

"b.i.t.c.h! Tease! Wh.o.r.e!" he screamed, yanking the tiny teacher by the arm and flinging her down at his feet in the gra.s.s by the car. Her skirt flew over her back as she landed hard on hands and knees. Angel could see the gently curving white thighs gleaming in the prematurely rising moonlight and the flimsy white nylon panties covering her fully rounded young a.s.s cheeks. Still screaming every filthy name he could think of, he ripped his belt open and flung his pants off, letting his raging c.o.c.k spring out to a fearfully throbbing freedom. No more waiting! The sight of those large full moons of her tight young a.s.s inflamed him, and the rage was in him like a fever, demanding that he debase, humiliate, and rape this prissy little white teacher who thought her c.u.n.t and a.s.shole were too G.o.dd.a.m.ned precious to receive the c.o.c.k of a n.o.body from the slums.

"Oh, please ... please ... Angel ... please let me go ... I won't tell ... just let me gooooo."

Gwen sobbed as the pain in her chest and the terror at what he would do worked in her like a dull knife twisting deep in her intestines.

Angel dropped to his knees and slowly rolled the soft white panties down over the curved roundness of her fearfully quivering hips, pulling them down off her feet. Breath was rasping heavily through the frightened young girl's flared nostrils, and racking sobs shook her whole body, still kneeling down on hands and knees as though in pain and agony.

"Back your hot little a.s.s up to me," Angel snarled. Gwen heard him dimly through the pain and wrenching sobs, but she didn't understand at first.

"Back it up to me or I'll hit you, wh.o.r.e!" Gwen felt hard alien hands brutally digging into her hips and the soft gra.s.s by the side of the road touching coolly against her bare knees, as Angel began pressuring her backward toward him. Her nakedly quivering young b.u.t.tocks were exposed completely now to his hungrily devouring eyes, for he'd pushed her skirt all the way up over her head. Oh G.o.d! There was no way out!

She was going to be raped right here in the road, and there would be no one to help her, for the hushed stillness of the prairie night had closed in around her.

Her gleaming young b.u.t.tocks glowed from the light of the newly risen harvest moon as the triumphantly grinning boy hungrily guided them back toward his eagerly pulsating p.r.i.c.k. His c.o.c.k, swollen and bloated to immense length and thickness, jerked powerfully in antic.i.p.ation. With no thought of mercy, he kneeled in closer behind her and with his own knees he roughly spread the knees of the terrified young woman and began fervently working his fingers up and down the shadowy, tightly clenched crevice between her b.u.t.tocks. Soon, his finger found the tiny crinkled a.s.shole and it was dry and spongy. So it was going to hurt the aristocratic little b.i.t.c.h ... so what! He grasped his heavy, thickly ridged p.e.n.i.s and pressed its huge, impatiently throbbing head to the puckered little opening, and laughed as he heard her gasp.

"Oh G.o.d! Noooo ... Angel ... ohhh nooo! Plu-ueeze!"

The cowering young blonde school teacher helplessly on all fours before him couldn't believe what she was feeling as he prodded relentlessly at the small, defensively clenched mouth, trying to work into her there with his vengefully throbbing p.e.n.i.s! Was this what they meant in the dirty jokes about dog fashion? Oh G.o.d, this couldn't be happening to her! He was straining and humping, trying to get that rigidly hardened p.e.n.i.s into her tiny defenseless a.n.a.l hole! Oh G.o.d! Rape would have been terrible, but to be raped there! It was unspeakably horrible, perverse beyond any imagination.

Cursing, Angel strove mightily but couldn't get the blunted head of his c.o.c.k into the frantically clenched little opening. In desperation the boy reached under Gwen with one hand and parting the soft blonde curls of her pubic hair, wormed his middle finger up into her startled and totally unprepared p.u.s.s.y. The school teacher arched her back and screamed at this intimate invasion but, paying no heed to her entreaties, the youth savagely rotated it around in her blonde-fringed c.u.n.t sliding his finger back and forth up and down the quivering sensitive opening. Within seconds, he could feel the juices forming in spite of her screaming and shaking. The tiny c.l.i.toris began to harden and, with a keen s.e.xual prowess gained from the back alleys of the slums, he concentrated on the little magic b.u.t.ton. She bucked under him as his finger moved over it, rubbing and circling and teasing.

Soon her juices were flowing out from the depths of her automatically responding body, juices that felt warmly silken, copious and sticky.

They formed for Angel just as they would for any man. Moments later his finger was squishing back and forth, rubbing and smoothing, stabbing and f.u.c.king hotly up inside. The whitely kneeling young body quivered confusedly and moaned pitifully.

"Please ... please ... don't do this ... please," she sobbed helplessly. Gwen could feel her own impending arousal at this dark maniac's plunging, teasing finger ... responding even though she hated him, was terrified of him and loathed the very thought of his touching her! Still, though, her body reacted as if he were a lover she welcomed! Oh G.o.d!

Angel wormed his fingers teasingly in and out of the now wetly accepting p.u.s.s.y and then pressed some of the hotly seeping juices upward from her v.a.g.i.n.a to moisten over the fleshily crimped little a.s.shole. The feel of the tender readying flesh in his hands sent his c.o.c.k jerking wildly! G.o.d d.a.m.n little white b.i.t.c.h! His hand caught his impatiently throbbing p.r.i.c.k jutting out from his loins like a machete, and pressed the slippery head against the frantically cringing rectal lips.

"NOOOO ... OHHHH ... Pleeeeeease ..."

Gwen screamed as she felt the prodding probe against the edges of her naked r.e.c.t.u.m. The pressure was unbearable as she felt the monstrously beating tip trying to invade her flesh. She'd die ... no one could stand or take the enormous p.r.i.c.k that the young ghetto youth was attempting to ram into her a.n.u.s in his anger! It was perverted, depraved ... a debauchery that only the insane could want! That was it! He must be unbalanced ... completely insane! Oh G.o.d! How ... who could deliver her from this h.e.l.l?

Angel drove harder, feeling the tight, defensively clenched little opening beginning to give before his ma.s.sive c.o.c.k as he pressed deeper and harder at the tightly resisting pa.s.sage leading to the virginal depths of her rounded white a.s.s. Then with a quick wet plopping noise audible even above Gwen's low, soulful groans, the plundering head popped hotly up inside. The a.n.a.l ring muscles were so tight as they slipped warmly up over his c.o.c.k tip that he gasped with pain, for they were as hard and rigid as steel! It was like being caught in a bear trap! His hands came around and grabbed the heaving white b.r.e.a.s.t.s to give him additional leverage for ramming his p.r.i.c.k straight into the heated depths of the violently trembling young blonde's body. Jesu Christo! A white a.s.shole was even tighter, he'd bet, than a white c.u.n.t. But then again, it was well known that some Anglo c.u.n.ts were small and constricted. Sometimes they couldn't even have their babies normally ... had to have them cut out of their bellies.

He stopped thinking and simply reacted as he felt the overpowering sensations being transmitted the entire long throbbing length of his p.e.n.i.s. The wildly pulsating head was lodged just inside her tight little a.s.shole and he could feel the heat and the convulsively squeezing muscles trying to expel him. He laughed harshly as he realized she was actually trying to s.h.i.t him out. What the teacher obviously didn't know was that all she had done by her struggles was take the intolerable pressure off and expand the tiny cringing aperture to a greater width. With a loud grunt of victory, he lunged forward, driving his ma.s.sively beating male c.o.c.k far up into the hotly velvet depths of her r.e.c.t.u.m. Paying no heed to her shrieks of pain, he ground away inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt and his heavy, sperm-filled t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es were slapping down against her helplessly flowered c.u.n.t below.

"AAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHIIHHIIHH ... GGAAA ..." Gwen felt that her body must have been split open. The pain was searing her quaking flesh as the great ramming p.r.i.c.k sliced her helplessly upturned b.u.t.tocks in two! It simply couldn't be possible to survive such excruciating pain! The enormously hot stalk of flesh had stretched her tiny little a.n.a.l hole so that every organ inside seemed to be mashed to ribbons! Oh G.o.d!

She wondered if she was bleeding internally. What a terribly humiliating way to die .... debased and rectally raped out in the open road at night! She could only pray it would be quick ... there seemed no way to make it painless, for the agony was increasing moment by moment as he pounded into her like a maniac.

"Si ... it is good, senorita," Angel grunted, feeling the tightly squeezing channel embracing the whole rigid length of his maleness from head to hilt. The muscles far up inside the little white teacher's a.s.shole were frantically moving on and about his p.r.i.c.k. Jesu Christo!

It was better than he would have ever believed it could be. The churning in his painfully bloated b.a.l.l.s increased as he pulled out a little to look down with satisfaction at his mammoth c.o.c.k in the tiny virginal hole of the loudly squealing girl.

"GOOOOOOOOODDDDD ... HHHHHH ... pleeeeeease ... you're killing me!" she sobbed. Gwen was almost unconscious with the sheer intensity of the pain that swept her now in brutal waves of agony! Her long blonde hair had become dampened from tears as she swung her head protestingly from side to side. Deep shuddering sobs racked her and behind her she could hear Angel grunting and groaning in lewd pa.s.sion as he then began f.u.c.king relentlessly in and out of her a.n.u.s. The horror of what she must look like hit Gwen then ... with that young boy's l.u.s.t-hardened p.e.n.i.s impaled deep between her violently resisting b.u.t.tock cheeks, his huge dark rigidness stuck into her like a sword in a loaf of bread.

Now his c.o.c.k flexed heatedly far up inside her and she shrieked again, "Aiiieeee--you're killing me."

Angel laughed harshly and in delight. "Do not be foolish, gringa.

Have you never looked at your own s.h.i.t. Your t.u.r.ds are bigger than this." He made his p.r.i.c.k jump again, laughing at her pleadings and the obscene words he was subjecting her to. Then he looked down in fascination as he pulled back, leaving only the head of his c.o.c.k inside the tightly puckering nether ring, watching the thinly stretched little ridges of velvety brown flesh pull out with him. Enough! He brutally lunged forward then back into the heated depths of the girl's writhing, clenching a.s.shole. Man ... it was a good f.u.c.k! Worth waiting so long!

The intense pressure was beautiful as he hammered it far up into her r.e.c.t.u.m again; her muscles were so tight that they deliciously skinned back the hard flesh of his p.r.i.c.k, clutching around it like a warm, ever-tightening fist. She was screaming loud and long and that gave him pleasure too. It was good to give the anglo some pain.

Gwen knew the inhuman wailings and ravings coming out her throat were the screams of a tortured maniac. She couldn't help it. They were completely unintelligible. Would she die a raving maniac? Death began to seem sweet and welcome for the pain had not lessened ... but went on in agonized extensions! She could feel the boy begin to f.u.c.k into her r.e.c.t.u.m in earnest now, obscenely thrusting his heavy p.r.i.c.k in and out of her loudly protesting, pain-wracked body. It was no use to scream-- no use at all! Completely subjugated now, tasting the humiliating dregs of her own degradation, Gwen's head came down and she attempted to hide her face.

The tears were like acid pouring from her eyes, and the sobs were brutal explosions of pain in her chest, and they were expressions that could only begin to intimate the terrible havoc that was being perpetrated back there on her defenseless a.n.u.s! She thought about who might find her mutilated body lying in the road ... but it did not matter ... for she, Gwen Carter, would no longer be there. There would only be the remains, the husk, the discarded sh.e.l.l of her former self.

"AHHH ... Teacher baby ... Puta ... it is good ... a good f.u.c.k," Angel crooned as he felt the lasciviously spiraling sensations of her a.s.shole sheathed muscular wall clenching his hungrily throbbing c.o.c.k ever so tightly. He shoved in gleefully, watching the hotly pulsating little brown mouth devour his manhood so hungrily! After he was finished he would turn her over, make her suck it hard again, and then he would f.u.c.k her p.u.s.s.y until she screamed and fainted from joy. The tiny, aristocratic little b.i.t.c.h would not get away with just one f.u.c.k! No ... all night ... he felt like he could f.u.c.k the whole world ...

Gwen waggled her bottom vainly as she felt the hands that had been manipulating her bruised b.r.e.a.s.t.s slide down her heaving belly and close over her softly curling v.a.g.i.n.al hair. One lewd finger parted it and slipped easily inside the cringing folds of genital perfumed flesh and sought the hotly aching little vertical mouth there. Oh No! Not that again! She didn't want to respond!

"NNOOOOOO ... Stopppppp ... AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH," but it was no use.

The finger imperiously slid into her v.a.g.i.n.a and wormed back and forth, up and down the hotly slickened slit until she felt her belly start to tingle and her traitorously responding v.a.g.i.n.a closing eagerly inward on the invader. The Mexican boy's hand moved up to her already fiercely erect c.l.i.toris and pressed it like a b.u.t.ton; all the alarms in her head rang out shrilly, and she felt the buzzing reverberate through her ragged nerves and all her rapidly awakening flesh began to pulsate in a rising pa.s.sion! No matter how hard she willed herself not to feel the delicious sensations that Angel's finger was eliciting from her vainly protesting torso, the obscene responsiveness went on and increased with every movement of her tortured young flesh. Oh G.o.d! She was as perverted as he if she could feel any pa.s.sion whatsoever for this brute who used her so casually and viciously!

"We going to f.u.c.k all night ... Baby ... f.u.c.k and f.u.c.k and f.u.c.k ... you and me ..." Angel worked two fingers up inside her heatedly flooding c.u.n.t and curled them inward in the viscous hollow between her wide- spread legs as he continued to murderously f.u.c.k far up into her now defenselessly stretched a.s.shole from behind. He felt her attempt to back away from his f.i.n.g.e.r.f.u.c.k.i.n.g. hand which only impaled her further on his pillaging c.o.c.k smoothly f.u.c.king and ramming her like a well oiled piston in the r.e.c.t.u.m.

"OOOHHHHHH ... NNNNNOOOOOOOO ..." Gwen sobbed as slowly she felt a wonderfully warm la.s.situde creeping unwantedly through her from his experienced fingers f.u.c.king into her front just as voraciously as his hotly throbbing p.e.n.i.s was f.u.c.king her from behind! Her sweltering loins were firing up under his skillful probing and her c.l.i.toris was quiveringly erect. She could feel the torrid pleasure signals flashing and radiating out from her wetly agitated v.a.g.i.n.a. It was too much ...

each new humiliation ... but it was unthinkable that she could feel s.e.xual excitement with this dark, lascivious boy.

"That's the way, Puta ... back it up to me it is the best ..."

Fingering her c.u.n.t harder now Angel could feel her suddenly hungrily clenching young p.u.s.s.y tighten around his hand as her helplessly writhing body began to slowly, involuntarily, respond to his finger f.u.c.king. Soon the little teacher would be screaming for another reason, he thought smugly ... screaming for more of Angel Orellio! And he would give it to her! Oh, how he' would give it to her! He would use her so she would never forget that Orellio was the best ... the dark ghetto youth whom she had disdained at first would be forever branded in her memory, and when she was getting older and her limp- p.e.c.k.e.red white husband could no longer satisfy her hunger, she would remember and m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e herself in the bathroom while she imagined it was Angel Orellio!

Gwen felt the pain lessening and could not believe it. Was she growing used to the terrible sodomizing? Was her flesh now so distended that it could never spring back to shape again ... forever be stretched by the mammoth male hardness that rammed into her behind so mercilessly?

She felt the night air come up and cool her hot b.r.e.a.s.t.s dangling below her. She was naked except for the bunched skirt and blouse being held around her waist by Angel's one hand, while his other ravaged her p.u.s.s.y so pa.s.sionately.

Her full ripe b.r.e.a.s.t.s, heavy now with growing desire, tingled and her v.a.g.i.n.a was intolerably smoldering from his lecherous manipulations as she felt him maniacally finger f.u.c.king her shamelessly aroused c.u.n.tal flesh! The f.u.c.king in her backside was now beginning to bring her an undeniable m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.tic pleasure intensified by the Mexican youth's salaciously cunning fingers! She could feel her breath coming raggedly now, but not from terror ... oh G.o.d ... she was lost and debauched beyond repair, and her mind must truly be gone to be enjoying this!

No matter which way Gwen arched her body she felt the debased needles of fire st.i.tching into her flesh and her nerves tingled and quivered!

Oh, it felt so good, and abruptly she wanted it to go on! The hungry, now hotly pulsating hollow between her legs was greedily drawing inward on Angel's fingers delving into her depths so expertly. Both of her desperately quivering orifices were voraciously sucking in on the dually f.u.c.king instruments within them ... sucking in, in blissful and forever rapturous enchantment.

"OOOOHHHHHHHH ... AAAAAHHHHH ... ANGEL ... AAN-GELL," she moaned beneath his hotly plundering young c.o.c.k, and a suddenly grinning Angel rammed it to her harder than ever as the kneeling white teacher, her hair swirling blondely around her head began writhing and twisting in undisguised pleasure. So ... the puta liked it now ... She liked his f.u.c.king her twice at once, his filling her tight neglected little c.u.n.t and a.s.shole. That's why she was so tight! She'd hardly been used at all! Now she would not be able to do without it ever again. The summer would not be so bad after all. She would come crawling back for more ... and he would supply her. He looked at her white body subserviently hunched down on all fours in the moonlight and it was good. The glistening full moons of her a.s.s gleamed whitely at him as he pounded into them with long powerful strokes again and again, feeling his b.a.l.l.s becoming heavier and heavier with the fiery s.e.m.e.n his body manufactured inside his belly. He rammed harder just thinking about the huge volume of long stored c.u.m he would shoot far up into the little white b.i.t.c.h's aristocratic bowels!

"HAAAAAAHHHHH ... OOOOOOHHHHH ... AAAAA," Gwen threw her head back and wailed at the harvest moon like an animal.

"Yessssss ... Cry out ... so I know ... it is good for you, Puta ...

cry for me ... f.u.c.k it back to me ... that's it!"

His depraved obscenities reached Gwen's ears but she gave no heed for her wildly laboring body was too busy as she arched to meet the barbarous fingers that were so pa.s.sionately ravaging her flesh and then shoved back to warmly greet the huge, throbbing p.e.n.i.s f.u.c.king into her stretched but blissfully filled a.s.shole.

Her mind had snapped. She knew it, for otherwise she could not feel this erotic, ecstatically rising bliss that emanated from the alien invasions of her body! She was reaching out of sight for some nirvana that would be peace and contentment and joy such as she had never known! This was real ... whatever else was false ... this was real!

Was this what she had come all this way to find, this earthy, provocatively sensuous rapture that was sweeping over her so deliciously that she cared for nothing but its lewd continuance? Oh G.o.d ... she didn't care! She had to have it! It was a heaven she must never be with out again!

Angel could feel his o.r.g.a.s.m coming faintly ... like the long lonely wail of a freight train when it was very far away but with the sound growing stronger by the minute! He knew the time was here, but the machinery within his body had started so slowly and so un.o.btrusively that he was only now aware that within seconds he would gush like a geyser into the girl's now hotly milking a.s.shole and empty out his b.a.l.l.s in a thunderous eruption of teeming c.u.m! His fingers dug harder and he heard her whimper beseechingly as she bucked and twisted shamelessly beneath him now. The puta would c.u.m with him. It was obvious that her time was near also, and then he would kiss her because she wanted it ... because she would beg.

The hotly layered flesh of her p.u.s.s.y was voraciously sucking on his fingers as though it had not been fed for so long that it couldn't get enough now that the moment of gluttony was here. The muscular walls of her desperately laboring a.s.s channel were sucking inward too, warmly squeezing in around his pounding hardness as though never to let it go.

He panted and pumped harder and harder.

Suddenly he felt the kneeling young teacher arch and hump almost off the soft gra.s.s, rising on her arms as her head tossed from side to side. Her whole body shook convulsively and all her muscles and tendons stood out like strings of agony, as she raised her head and grunted out her o.r.g.a.s.m, "AAGGHH ... I'M CUUUMMMIIIINNNNNNGGG ...

OOHHGGG ... GAAAHHH ... AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE ...".

The straining body on all fours beneath him triggered that far off wail of the train, and he could feel the screaming roar hurtling through his body! Angel was going to smash against the wall of flesh that devoured him so, and he clenched the curves of her nakedly churning hips and braced himself with his toes as he f.u.c.ked furiously into her now forever stretched r.e.c.t.u.m ... and he was flying and roaring, and the train was screaming down the track and there was no way to avert the inevitable!

"FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK ... f.u.c.k, PUTA ... f.u.c.k ... AAAGGGHHHHHH ..." In one mighty scream it was upon him and the fast freight was hurtling from his b.a.l.l.s and shooting the streams of steaming hot c.u.m deep in the madly convulsing tunnel of her bowels in great pools of liquid lightning! Dios Mio! It was too good, and he whimpered and groaned as the spurting continued far up into the heated depths of the spasmodically jerking young blonde's r.e.c.t.u.m.

Gwen heard his delighted mewlings through the waves of bliss softly washing over her, and became aware that her sated flesh was flowering into strange and beautiful shapes, and there was only the real! The real ... she had been right all along ... real people needed only love after all ...

A few minutes later she was to discover just how much love some people needed, including herself, as she felt her naked young body turned limply over on its back and the smooth, muscular young b.u.t.tocks of the boy straddling and pressing down into the fullness of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His half soft p.e.n.i.s dangled loosely before her laxly held lips.

"Now suck it good teacher," he grinned triumphantly down at her ... And ... there was no way in the world she could refuse anything he asked at this moment ...

Chapter 5.

All through dinner Sandy watched Mela until he knew she was uncomfortable. The young blonde heiress moved restlessly, toying with her food. Her head kept coming up and turning toward the living room.

Her mind was on many other things, Sandy knew. That b.a.s.t.a.r.d Cole for one, G.o.d d.a.m.n him! The big sandy-haired foreman took his time, purposely not releasing her for an instant. He ate slowly, talked about the old man a lot, but his eyes deliberately talked another language. Right now she was too distracted to get his messages but she would, by G.o.d! It had taken a while with Kate this afternoon too ...

but it had been worth it and at least he felt he'd paid Cole back in kind. But this was his own woman ... had been since she was sixteen and it was time she knew it. In a way it was probably his own fault that Cole had got to her. He should have spoken sooner. At twenty two a woman needed f.u.c.king hard and often.

At last Mela could stand it no longer! All the talk about her father!

Who cared? She'd hardly known him. For six years she'd only seen him a few times and those times as brief as she could make them. She didn't give a d.a.m.n how devoted Sandy Gayman had been to him. She threw down her napkin.

"I'm sorry, Sandy. I have a headache. If you'll excuse me ... I ... I think I'll go out on the porch a while."

He watched her leave, the long flowing flowered pajamas fluttering around her thighs. The big screen door sprang shut behind her and Sandy began to gulp the rest of his dinner, finishing his steak in a few huge bites. He heard the creak of the porch swing.

"Pretty evening," Sandy put his feet on the bal.u.s.trade and leaned against the porch column.

"Yes," Mela answered absently.

"I like this time of evening best. You can kinda feel the whole world settling down and easing off."

Out of the corner of his eye Sandy saw Mela stir restlessly in the swing again. "There's nothing to do in this place," she complained.

"Have you got a cigarette?"

Sandy lit one for her and handed it to her, taking the opportunity to move in beside her in the swing. "There's lots to do once you get used to the rhythm of living on a ranch. Tomorrow night there's a big dance at the Grange Hall. Everybody around will be there. Thought we'd go over and let you meet some people."

Mela turned to look at him. Her eyes showed the first spark of interest. "Oh, that sounds all right. Thank you, Sandy. I'd like to go."

"I was hoping you'd say that. When you've been home before I never had much chance to take you places around here. You was always gone so quick." He leaned back in the swing and sent them gliding back and forth.

"I didn't know you wanted to take me places, Sandy," she laughed.

"Well, you've growed up some," he countered, looking her over boldly.

"Filled out a little."

The young girl looked up sharply. For the first time she really looked at the big man beside her. Tall, broad-shouldered, lean-hipped, eyes crinkled at the corners from squinting in the sun. She wondered idly what he would look like in city clothes. He had the build for clothes.

Maybe she'd been missing something.

"Girls are supposed to fill out when they grow up."

"Mm ... well, you sure did it just right, Mela. No doubt about that."

The swing creaked as they glided, and the night air was almost gone.

It was still and breathless. "What do you say I bring my portable radio out here on the porch and we practice up a little for the dance.

I'm kinda rusty," Mela murmured, mentally laughing at what she had said. "Rusty" h.e.l.l, she had danced every night for months, until her father's death two weeks ago.

Moments later as a slow tune filled the porch, the foreman held out his arms and she came into them as though she'd been doing it for years.