BAD TRIP SOUTH by Billie Sue Mosiman Read Free Book Online Page B

have a wet dream, poor old fat thing.
    Heddy laughed to herself while the two men on each side of her fell into deep sleeps and Crow began to snore.
    She’d changed her mind about leaving the parents and taking the kid. It was way too much fun having everyone along. She hadn’t had so much fun in ages, goddamn if she had. Also, what if they got caught? If they had hostages along, they might have a chance to bargain their way out.
    And to tell the truth, Jay had a bigger cock than Crow. The guy was hung like King Kong, for crying out loud. If he’d only start using it, what a good time she could have.
    Besides, he smelled good when he worked up a sweat. Not like Crow, who most often started stinking like a homeless tramp when he got a lather up. Even if she did like a man’s sweaty scent, there happened to be some she liked more than others.

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    FRANK Hawkins settled back in the old wood secretary’s chair behind the desk when the girl began to tell him about the first night the family spent with their abductors. He realized (and thought the girl did too) that Heddy had had sex with Jay Anderson while his daughter was locked in a bathroom.
    It made Frank crawl with the creeps. During their sessions, Jay had admitted to playing around on his wife. Frank tried to gently point out that it was his guilt over extra-marital affairs that helped fuel his anger he eventually took out at home on his family. Jay didn’t buy that. Too painful to accept all responsibility, of course. Much easier to deny culpability.
    Jay never came right out and said he talked female lawbreakers into having sex with him in exchange for tearing up a traffic violation ticket or for reducing charges, but Frank suspected he misused his authority in that manner too. If he had ever admitted it outright of course Frank would have had no alternative but to follow procedure and report it to the sheriff, getting Jay removed or suspended.
    The most liability Jay did admit to was that he frequently cheated on his wife. How and with whom was something he wasn’t ready to discuss.
    Frank remembered a few things Jay had said regarding his sex life. For one thing he had strong fantasies. Now it was Hawkins’ experience that a good fantasy life was nothing to be worried about and in most instances it indicated good mental health, but Jay obsessed on the sexual fantasies to an extreme degree. Most of his waking time was spent thinking about them.
    Jay had said once, “You know what I wish I could get in this country? A basket fuck.”
    “ I’m sorry, what’s that again?” Frank had been taking notes, most of it doodling, drawing Popeye with his corncob pipe, and he hadn’t been as attentive as he might have been. Had he heard correctly?
    “ You never heard of a basket fuck? I knew a guy, patrolman partner in Charlotte when I worked down here, had been in the Navy. He told me about getting this thing in Japan while on shore leave. How it works is they got the guy down on a pallet, giving him a massage. One girl is sitting naked in a basket with a hole in the bottom. Two girls get the client hard and salved or lotioned up and they position the girl right on top of him. There’s a pulley system holding the basket so all the other two have to do is lift and lower it on the guy. When he’s ready to climax, one of the girls gives the basket a twirl. I think about that all the time. But where are you going to find three girls willing to set it up? This is America, after all.”
    Frank hummed a little to show he was listening, but made no judgmental call on the fantasy. A lot of guys liked an exotic bit of sex now and then, no big deal. But as their sessions wore on, Frank heard other fantasies that were even more unusual than the Japanese basket trick. It seemed that Jay had an active sex drive and an overactive imagination. If he could imagine it, he wanted it.
    Heddy’s appeal had something to do with all that. There had been men who would follow a woman like