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Deep Crotch Mother Chapter 11 & 12Jasper Junction wasn’t much of a place. It wasn’t one which Thad would havechosen. But he had to indulge the whims of those who worked for him, to someextent, and if Marcella felt it was the location which the Lord had pointed out to her,he would make the most of it.Any town in the Bible-belt offered an opportunity, he had learned.He toured up and down the four-block stretch of Main Street, looking for anewspaper office. He found none. He stopped at the d**g store and perused thestands in front of it. They bore city papers only. Jasper Junction was without its ownperiodical, it seemed.Thad’s next stop was a real estate office, which appeared to be the main-or perhapsthe only- one in town. He opened the front door and walked in.The little office was deserted.Thad stood between two desks, one with papers on it and the other bare, and hisnostrils flared. Like a wild a****l sniffing the wind for evidence of possible prey, hedetected something. It was not a smell, literally speaking, but an intuitive feeling.Thad’s intuition, along certain lines, was highly developed.He stepped to an open doorway at the rear of the office and found he was lookinginto the living quarters of the real estate broker. He boldly walked through the kitchenand into the bedroom beyond, his intuition giving positive guidance.Another door stood partly open, a shaft of light slanting out. Thad stepped to thatdoorway and pushed the panel open fully.He stared at a woman who was seated on a John, her skirt pulled up around hermiddle, baring gartered stockings and pale thighs. Blue panties were wound abouther knees. She gasped.“Oh,” Thad smiled, “I beg your pardon!”Just then a splash told him that the woman had deposited a turd into the toilet bowl.Blushing furiously, she quickly grasped the flush-handle and yanked it.“How dare you walk in here!” she exclaimed, and pulled her dress down as far asshe could. But the hem wouldn’t quite reach to her expanded brown stockingtopswhich were pulled into peaks by her garters. Her briefs remained exposed.“Sorry,” Thad said easily, his confidence unshaken. “But the door to your apartmentwas open.”“Well, get out!” she cried angrily as the toilet gurgled.“Wouldn’t you rather have me help you?” Thad asked.“What!”The woman wasn’t bad looking, though she was a bit older than Thad liked thempushingforty, he judged, with hair that was dyed jet-black, heavily made up eyes,and false lashes. She was the vamp of Jasper Junction, he speculated-a widow ordivorcee who had landed there in the hopes of using what was left of her physicalappeal to charm the rubes into buying real estate from her.“Stand up,” he said, “and I’ll wipe your bottom.”Her mouth dropped open and she stared speechlessly at him.“I’ll bet you’ve never had a man do that,” he opined.“You are something else!” she said, as if awestruck by his utter nerve.“Mm-hmm. Stand up.” Thad snatched some toilet paper off the roll.The woman’s knees seemed to tremble as she rose, her blue panties forming asilken figure-8 around them, and she held her skirt at her waist. Thad noted that herpubic hair wasn’t as dark as the hair on her head, confirming the dye job.“Bend forward,” he instructed, “and stick your little po-po this way.”She did it. Her po-po wasn’t little, especially when spread and thrust upward by herbent pose. It wasn’t very dirty, denoting that she’d had a neat passage.Thad wiped the crack of her ass, centering on her anus to remove all the brownishstain. He dropped the soiled paper and snatched some more.“Use the Wet Ones in the cabinet,” she said tensely.Thad knew she was enjoying herself in a perverse way.After wiping her cute little shit-hole for the second time with paper, and dropping thetissue into the pot, he found the moist wipes she had mentioned, yanked one fromthe receptacle, and set about to make her anus squeaky-clean.“I like fastidious women!” he said, dropping the wet-wipe into the pot, then giving hera slap on one flank of her quivery rump.She straightened and pulled up her panties. She was blushing intensely. But shealso smiled.“You’re not from around here!” she said. “You couldn’t be!”“Right you are. Pastor Thaddeus Polk is the name, founder of the Church of Holyand Mysterious Revelation … at your service.”“Well, I’ll be damned!” She was no longer blushing so hard. Mostly she seemedamused … and stimulated.“Call me Thad. What do I call you?”“Dotti. My name is Dorothy Fenster, like it says out front.”“You know, I didn’t even notice the name. A sixth sense brought me to you. Do youbelieve that?”“Ill believe anything now.”“If you want to go out front, we can talk some business,” Thad suggested.“I’ll talk business,” she replied, her dark eyes alight. “But not out there. Why don’t yougo lock the front door? Turn the sign around so that it says Closed.”Thad smiled and went on the errand. When he returned to the bedroom, he wasn’tsurprised to see Dotti standing in her stockings and blue underpants, next to the bed,her brown-nippled titties bare.They weren’t among the best tits he’d ever seen or played with. They were ratherhangy, which was to be expected at her age. But they were full enough to give her alook of mature voluptuousness.The rest of her wasn’t bad-a trim waist, sleek white thighs, shapely legs in sheernylons.“Another thing I like about you is that you wear stockings and garters,” Thad said. “Icertainly prefer them to pantyhose.”“Don’t all men?” she asked, batting her long lashes.Thad began to take off his clothes.“Are you doing any good with the shit-kickers around here?” he asked.“You’re remarkably earthy for a man of the cloth!” Her amusement obviouslycontinued.“I don’t believe I have to put on an act with you,” he said, stepping out of his pants.Her smile faded. “I’m not sure I like that. I’m not trash.”“I didn’t mean to imply you were,” Thad said, unbuttoning his shirt. “But you’re smartand sophisticated, and a man can come on straight with you, I judge. We’ve bothbeen around enough to know what the world is like.”“That’s true,” she agreed, and stripped down her panties.Thad removed his shorts.“Ooooh, my!”“Like it?” Thad asked brazenly as he lifted his lengthy, semi-firm sausage andwaggled it at the lady broker.“Let’s just say that it looks like it can do the job.”“It can tickle your tonsils,” Thad bragged.“Do you need, uh, some special stimulation to get it up?” she asked, moving to himand raking her blood-red fingernails through the black hairs on his chest.“No,” Thad replied. “But if you enjoy sucking cock, don’t let me discourage you.”“You have a way of laying things on the line,” she said.“I try to be honest-when I’m not preaching, that is.”“No k**ding, are you really a minister?” Dotti asked, reaching down to fondle hiscock.“Yeah, and I’m looking for a location here. That’s the business I wanted to discusswith you.”“Well, first things first, istanbul escort honey,” she said, and sank to her knees.His manly pride was half-elevated by that time and it waved twitchingly before her.Her red lips parted, and her rosy tongue came out.Thad thought, as he frequently did at such times, about all the men in America whoached to have their cocks sucked but were married to women who wouldn’t do it …and he felt sorry for the women. He knew from experience that most women wantedto suck and only had to be given the right kind of encouragement, from a man whotook charge. They had to be made to feel it was all right, that it was something takenfor granted-no big thing. Then they would get down and love it.Like Dotti was doing right then.To be precise, she wasn’t sucking Thad yet, but was licking him all over. Mostwomen liked to do that too, like they enjoyed licking a lollipop or an ice cream cone.Dotti seemed to enjoy it especially, swirling her damp tongue around the mauvecoloredcrown of his upthrust, throbbing organ, then swabbing along his shaft. Shelicked all the way to his balls and went to work on those hair-enshrouded shapes intheir velvety sac.Thad petted her hair lightly and stood with all the patience in the world, letting her gether fill.She seized a nut in her mouth and sucked it. She rolled her eyes upward, to read hisresponse, and he smiled wanly … approvingly.“You’re good, baby!” he said.She spat his first nut out and captured the other one. The bulbous shape pulsated inher warm, liquid mouth. After letting it pop out, she went farther and lickedunderneath his nut-sac while his balls straddled her nose. He liked the looks of that.His pecker stuck out high and waggled.Dotti grasped his shaft, tilted it down, and clasped his fat cockhead in her eagermouth. She sucked heatedly, letting her long dark lashes drop to touch the pale skinof her cheeks. She bobbed her head forward and back, gargling on his long bone.It got to be a bore after awhile, and he said, “How do you want to take it-front orback, top or bottom?”“You’ll laugh,” she said, rising to her feet.“Nope. I aim to please.”“Well, lie down on your back and I’ll show you.” He followed directions.“I like to mount this way,” she said, turning her ass toward him as she swung astridehis lanky, cock-bristling form. She reached underneath her crotch and held his pillarstraight up. Grinding her hips, she screwed her cunt down onto him, gasping withpleasure.“Now I like to lean way forward,” she said, “and rub my clit hard against your cockand balls!”“Fuck away, baby!” he told her.“Oooh, yesssssss!” she breathed, and began bumping.Thad watched her arched ass rise and fall, framed by her garter belt andstockingtops. Her cute asshole winked at him from between her quivering buttocks.Her pubic bump rubbed the underside of his shaft and, when she had him all the wayin her, rubbed his balls, as well. She rotated her cunt as she pumped.She wasn’t the tightest. That had to do with her age, also, he realized, and forgaveher for it. Anyway, the firm stroking pressure of her clit and mons against thesensitive underside of his cock more than made up for it, and he writhed pleasurably,jabbing up into her against her thrusts.She grasped one of his feet and pulled it to her mouth. Her wet tongue brushed histoes, moving back and forth, her saliva trickling between them. Finally she claspedhis big toe in her mouth and sucked on it while she fucked him hard.Her ass bobbed with furious intensity before his eyes. He stroked his hands up anddown the outside of her legs, across her stockingtops and along her garters. Heslapped her shivery flanks.All the while she rubbed rapidly up and down on his cock, grinding against his pulledup,throbbing nuts, and her wet, hungry hole devoured his eight inches of bone-hardflesh.She bore against the underside of his cock with even greater intensity, grinding andbumping … panting … yelping … then letting out a squeal of delight as her bottombounced up and down jerkily, quivering like Jell-o.He spurted up into her, and his jism doused her flames.“A church, huh?” she said, shuffling through her listings. “Well, the only place in townthat would do is the hall where they hold the Farmers’ League meetings. That willhold a couple of hundred people.”“I’ll take it!” Thad said as he stood next to her desk and looked over her shoulder.“It may not be so easy to get. It’s owned by old Barnaby Rhodes, the richest man intown, and he’s such a strong Baptist that I doubt if he’d let another congregation getstarted under his roof.”“Have you ever fucked him?”“Hmmm?” Dotti looked up.“Well, have you?”“God, no! Old Barney must be at least sixty-five. I doubt if he has another fuck inhim.”“No wonder you don’t have a fancy office, honey, and all kinds of money in the bank!You’ve got a chicken streak!”“Because I don’t go around fucking everybody! Thad, this is a small town. I bat mylashes at them, and flash some thigh when I get the chance, but I don’t dare comeon like a ten-dollar whore!”“Well, I’ve got a girl who can crumble Barney’s cookies! Where can he be found?”“Wait a minute! What is this about another girl?”“She’s a deaconess of the church,” Thad said. “A very spiritual type.”“But she’s going to make Barney?”“Only if the Lord tells her to.” Thad winked.“You’re not a preacher,” Dotti said. “You’re the devil himself!”“How can you say that,” he grinned, “when you never heard me preach?”“Barney lives in a big white house, just off Main Street on First. I wish you and yourdeaconess luck!”“Thanks, Dotti. Oh,” he added, as if by afterthought, “you won’t mind if I come backand bunk with you tonight, will you?”She blinked. “From the way you talked about that deaconess, I figured you wereliving with her.”“No, she’s got a couple of k**s. Anyway, our relationship is on a very high plane.”“Bullshit!” Dotti said. But she laughed.“Well? Can I come back tonight or not?”“I suppose so. Drive down the alley, park in back, and use the rear door. For God’ssake, make sure nobody sees you. I’ve got a reputation to protect.”“Sure.”Dotti rose from her chair, and Thad drew her into his arms. They kissed, and herslippery tongue snaked its way into his mouth. He stroked her shivery buttocks.She felt his cock tense against her, and she began to grind her hips. Thad pulledback.“Let’s do it again right now!” she said, her eyes hot.“Easy … “ he cautioned. “We have the whole night.”“Well, don’t forget to come back.”“Don’t worry.” Thad gave her a pat on the buttocks, then turned toward the door. “I’llsee you at about eight. Have dinner ready.”“Dinner! Say, you do have your nerve!”“You like my nerve, and don’t deny it.” He walked to the door.She followed and whispered into his ear, “I like your big prick even better!”Thad walked out with a grin on his avcılar escort lean, craggy face.Chapter TWELVE“That’s it!” Edna cried. “The name on the mailbox is Wilcox.”“You made a rhyme,” Harvey said, and gave a chuckle as he put on the brakes. Hekept his hand up between her legs, tickling the silken crotch of her panties.“Cool it!” she advised, and pushed his hand down. “If you have a hard-on, you’dbetter get rid of it, because you might have to get out.”“Are you crazy?” he retorted, as he turned the car around. “I’m just going to drop youat the gate. I’ll wait out here on the road.”“Chicken shit!” she accused.“Well, heck-I don’t want to get my head busted by that boy friend of yours!”“What if I get my head busted, huh?”“I wouldn’t like that, of course,” Harvey said, heading the car back toward the Wilcoxdriveway. “But it’s your problem. I tried to talk you out of coming to see that guy.You’d be better off with me in California.”“Maybe,” she admitted. “But there’s something between Thad and me. I can’t explainit. Maybe it’s love.”“So, where does that leave me, huh?” Harvey asked plaintively.“Just where you were before you met me. But a little wiser, I hope.”“Do you expect me to go back to Hazel, after all that’s happened between us?”“What’s happened?” she asked as he stopped the car. “We just messed around,that’s all. Forget Hazel and go to California by yourself. You can find a woman outthere to shack up with.”“I just might do that-right now!”Edna grasped his penis through his pants … and squeezed. “Not yet. Give me achance to talk with Thad first. If I can’t bring him around-if he’s as mean and nasty ashe was when I last saw him- well, I just might go with you to California after all.”“Really?”“You’re a pretty good hunk, Harvey!” She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Wait forme, hm?”“Okay.”Edna got out of the car and walked up the driveway toward the weather-beatenhouse and barn. She had almost reached them when she heard a motor vehicleapproaching behind her.She thought, Good old Harvey! He decided to give me moral support, after all!But when she turned to greet him, she stared at a rattletrap truck that squeaked to adusty stop. A gray-haired man sat behind the wheel, but it was the woman besidehim who attracted Edna’s interest.“Marcella Plummer!” she cried, her green eyes flashing.“Why, sister Savage!” Marcella replied. “What are you doing here?”“Knock off that shit!” Edna said, stepping over to the truck. “Who’s this guy?” Shejerked a thumb toward Floyd.“He owns the farm,” Marcella replied. “Edna Savage, meet Mr. Floyd Wilcox.”Edna ignored him. “Where’s Thad?”“In town, I guess. He’s making arrangements.”“Oh, yeah? For you and him to set up housekeeping, I suppose.”“Well … “ Marcella lowered her lashes demurely. “We can’t do that right away,because the local folks might talk … but if the Lord sees His way clear to let us, I’msure that Thad and me will get married.”“In a pig’s fat ass!” Edna cried. “Get outta that truck!”“Why, Edna, I don’t know why you’re so uppity!” Marcella replied.The redhead jerked the truck’s door open, grasped the other woman by an arm, andyanked. Marcella tumbled from the truck, falling onto her side in the dirt of thedriveway.“Hey, now!” Floyd cried, and hopped from the truck on the other side.By the time he had raced around to confront the two women, Edna was sittingastride Marcella’s wriggling form, yanking her auburn hair. Edna’s skirt had ruckedhigh on her sleek bare thighs, and her breasts shook in her gaping blouse as sheleaned forward.Marcella was showing plenty, also, kicking as she squirmed and hollered. Her skirthad slid to her lap, exposing her pale wide thighs above the gartered tops of hernylons, and Floyd could see her pink panties.He grinned perversely, and didn’t make a move to break up the fight.Marcella was a heavier woman than Edna. But the latter was lithe as a wildcat, andshe had Marcella down. While tugging at her hair with one hand and making hersqueal, Edna grasped the top of her dress with the other and ripped downward.Marcella’s bobbling breasts spilled out.Floyd had never witnessed such a scene in his life, and the wanton ferocity of itturned him on, especially since it was taking place in the broad light of day, right infront of his house. He should have been concerned with what the neighbors wouldthink, but he already was too worked up for that. His cock was raising a tent in thefront of his overalls.“Hellfire!” he exclaimed hoarsely, and began to rub himself.Edna backed up slightly to try to rip Marcella’s dress all the way off, and the womanon the ground succeeded in squirming out from between Edna’s legs. Marcellascrambled to her feet. Edna’s snatching hand succeeded in grasping only Marcella’sskirt as the latter started to run. The dress pulled off her, but Marcella stumbledforward.Edna lunged to her feet and chased the other woman.By that time Floyd’s wife, Sarah, was watching, horror-stricken, from the house.Marcella’s cries also had attracted the attention of a farmer working in his field nextdoor. He stared at the buxom brunette who was running across Floyd’s front pasture,her big tits making milkshakes and her plump ass wiggling in pink panties. Heralabaster thighs flashed in the sun, her garter clasps glinting. Right behind her was aslim, pretty redhead, running as she held her skirt high on her bare legs. And Floydwas standing there staring at them, pulling at his pecker in his pants.Edna dived, tackling Marcella, and the latter rolled in the soft grass. Edna scrambledastride her just as Marcella turned onto her back, breasts flopping. She clawed atEdna’s face, but the latter grasped two squidgy handfuls of her bouncing boobs.“Scratch me and I’ll tear your tits off!” Edna yelled, loud enough for everyone to hear.“Aaaw, shit!” Floyd chortled, stumbling closer, and he yanked down the zipper on hisfly.The farmer next door leaped from his tractor and ran closer. But, as if fearful of whatwas going on or of what it might lead to, he remained on his side of the line. Whenhe saw Floyd pull out his erect penis and begin to pump it, he gave in and did thesame.The women squirmed and tussled on the ground, Edna squeezing and pulling atMarcella’s breasts while the latter dug both hands into Edna’s fluffy red hair. Sheyanked Edna’s head down, mashing her face between the soft boobs she wasgripping.“Go to it, girlies!” Floyd husked, and stroked his prick like a moron, right in the centerof his field.But if he was mentally deficient, so was his neighbor, figuring that if Floyd could actthat way, so could he. He tugged on his thrusting fuck-pole as he stared from theproperty line, his eyes bright and his mouth slack.The harder Edna squeezed Marcella’s tits, the more firmly Marcella yanked on herhair, holding her head between the bobbling globes. Edna felt the titty şirinevler escort flesh vibratingagainst her cheeks, and her mind rocketed back in time to an incident that hadoccurred with another waitress in St. Joe, Missouri.Edna got hot.She only had to turn her head a little to one side, and her lips brushed one ofMarcella’s thrusting, plump nipples. She seized the nipple in her mouth and begansucking on it.“Hellfire … !” Floyd murmured when he saw what was happening. He stroked hiscock harder.The other farmer couldn’t see well enough, and he finally crossed the property line,running up next to Floyd with his stiff cock in his hand.“Well shit, Walter!” Floyd cried as he stared at his longtime friend jacking off.“Shit yourself!” Walter retorted, and rhythmically rolled his rubbery foreskin back andforward, causing his purplish-pink peckerhead to swell.Marcella was the most dismayed of all-except for Sarah, who was still staring fromher living room window at the shockingly obscene spectacle. One minute Marcellahad been struggling with Edna-for her very life, it had seemed-and the next, Ednawas sucking her titty while she made gurgly sounds like an infant and sent radiationsof surprising pleasure coursing through Marcella’s body.“Nooooo!” she breathed, pushing at Edna’s head. “Stop it!”But she didn’t push very hard. What Edna was doing to her felt too good-especiallyafter Edna jammed a hand into her wide-open crotch and rubbed her tingling cuntthrough the thin silken shield of her panties.“Will you look at that, Walter?” Floyd husked as both men stroked their pricks. “Theredhead’s hot for the other gal!”“Aaaw shit, yeah!” Walter rasped. “And the other one’s likin’ it! Look at how hertongue’s comin’ out, and she’s lickin’ her lips! Her eyes are gettin’ wild!”“Ooooh, pull my pants off, Edna!” Marcella moaned.The redhead wasted no time in removing Marcella’s panties, then immediatelyhunkered down between her thighs. Marcella began to hump her belly, causing hertits to bounce up and down. Edna grasped them again-but this time not punishingly.She lovingly stroked and rolled the bobbling orbs and plucked at Marcella’s stretchynipples as she plowed her tasty love-pasture with an adoring tongue.Marcella had never been with another woman before, and she was amazed that sheenjoyed what was happening. The tongue that slithered between her slippery, velvetlovelips might have been a man’s-but it wasn’t! The hands that pleasured her tittiesmight have been a man’s, too. But she could see that the fingers were delicate andslender, tipped with lacquer, and she could watch Edna’s bobbing feminine headbetween her wideflung thighs.Mostly she just felt the magnificent thrill of the tongue that plunged into her cunt,licking across the red-hot tip of her clitoris and along her crotch to circle herspasming cunt-mouth. Marcella bounced her asscheeks on the ground and moanedheatedly. She tossed her head from side to side. Her eyes gaped, but they sawnothing-not even the men who were standing nearby, jacking off. She feverishlylicked her lips.Edna’s head reeled from the taste of the other woman’s juice-exuding cunt … theslippery feel of her unfurled, palpitating cunt … and the steamy scent of femininearousal that gushed up Edna’s flared nostrils. The redhead was getting so hot thatshe required reciprocation from the other female.Suddenly she raised her head from between Marcella’s thighs, and she squirmed outof her own clothes, which consisted of only three pieces-blouse, skirt, and panties.As Marcella continued to writhe against the ground, moaning softly, Edna turned andstraddled her, facing south.Now Marcella was faced with a whole new thing altogether: Another woman’s wideopencrotch, poised before her face … curly little red hairs lining a lurid wet slit … anasshole staring at her!Edna didn’t give her much time to look. She backed up quickly and sat on Marcella’sface, then dug her tongue once more into Marcella’s flesh-pudding and slurpedgreedily.Marcella was afraid to breathe, with her nose sunk between the other woman’sasscheeks as she throbbed and tingled from head to toe. Edna’s cunt was smackagainst her lips, crosswise, and the other girl’s juices dribbled into her mouth!When Marcella had first had a cock pressed against her lips, she had sucked it. Shehad never been sorry. Now, with a cunt in the same position, she reacted in thesame way … except that more sucking wasn’t all that was required. She had to useher tongue, as well.Into Edna’s cunny she thrust her slippery oral instrument, and her brain swirledgiddily as she got her first rich taste of another woman. She also drew a heady,somewhat earthy scent when she was forced to draw a deep breath between Edna’sbuttocks.She didn’t care about that. Edna’s tongue in her cunt felt too good, and Edna’s velvetsnatch felt good to her tongue, also. She ate, while Edna ate her. They clutchedeach other, bumping and writhing in the grass.The men who stood beside them pulled at their throbbing pricks, and both shot off atthe same time. Spurts of creamy sperm looped into the air and splattered down onthe women’s squirming forms. The men groaned.Edna and Marcella came.There was no fight left in either of them as they disentangled and stood up.Walter shoved his soft penis into his pants and slinked away from the lurid,lascivious scene in his neighbor’s pasture. Floyd returned to his truck.“Where are my panties?” Marcella asked dizzily. “And, oh God, where’s my dress?”She stumbled about, titties shaking, as she searched for her clothes. Edna wasgetting into hers.Finally the women returned to the truck, Marcella holding her ripped dress together,and they piled in next to Floyd.“Hellfire … “ he murmured, and started the truck’s engine.“Hellfire is right!” Marcella remarked in dismay. ‘The devil must have been here withus!”“Forget that crap!” Edna said. “What I want to know is, what are we going to do aboutThad?”“Huh?” Marcella stared blankly at her. “Ooh, him! Goodness, I don’t know.”“Well, I do! He’s got something coming. Hey! I left a guy parked out by the mailbox.”She craned her neck to look for Harvey, but he had driven off.“Let him go back to his frigid Hazel!” she said. “He didn’t have the guts to go toCalifornia with me, anyway.”“What?” Marcella didn’t know what the other woman was talking about.“Never mind. Can you put me up for the night?”“No,” Marcella said. “I’m moving out. I just came from renting a place in town.”“And Thad?”“He’s gonna get his own place. That’s what he’s doing now.”“I’ll put you up, honey,” Floyd offered as he stopped the truck in front of the house.“You’re k**ding!” Edna said as she stared at the white-haired farmer.“Floyd’s a good man!” Marcella spoke up. “His wife isn’t too friendly, though.”“Oh shit, let me out of here!” Edna said, and leaped from the truck.She began to run toward the road.Once there, she sighted up the narrow strip of asphalt and saw a car parked about aquarter-mile away, next to some trees.Harvey! she thought. That chicken-shit didn’t have the guts to stay or the guts toleave, either. But one thing he does have is money. He’s got a wad of traveler’schecks that would choke a mule!She set out walking toward his car.

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