Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 24

He was out the door and walking the two blocks to his own motel, jerking his head nervously up and down the street at the passing cars but he knew he was home free now, that it was just lingering nerve-screams.

He went into his room and Carol was holding a drink, wearing a sexy new negligee, her eyes shining with excitement and love.

“We made it,” he panted. “With about two seconds to spare. Now listen, Carol, I’ve some important business to take care of, private, see, and I’ll be back for you in about, oh say, an hour. Okay? Wait for me.”

“Wait for you,” she echoed, smiling. She handed him the drink. “For God’s sake, darling, slow down for one second and let’s have a toast to your genius.”

He nodded, gulping the scotch rapidly, shaking his head and whistling. Straight stuff. Carol put her arm around him, her blue eyes gleaming like immense brilliant orbs, flickering in that funny way. Jesus, did he have time for a quickie? A farewell fuck for this poor farmer’s daughter, something to remember him by?

“Wait for me,” she whispered, rubbing her warm pussy to his cock. “Let’s make love, fast, very fast, Jack, please.”

“Yeah, hell, why not, a celebration huh?” Ten more minutes wouldn’t matter and he was actually hot and stiff, tremendously excited by the getaway, by being clean and home free with a hundred thousand in cash.

He stripped quickly, only he didn’t realize how fired, how bone-weary he was now that it was over. His fingers seemed to move like lead, and when he mounted her his prick stayed hard on her silky wet softness but the rest of his body was melting, oh Jesus he was so tired, so beat, just… a… little… nap…

When he was completely out, Carol pushed him off with a look of contempt. She moved leisurely now, taking the cash from his pockets, stuffing the black valise with it. Now the bag was almost crammed full. One hundred thousand dollars. She went through his wallet and took the bills there too and emptied his pockets of change. Let them walk.

She dressed casually. No hurry. He’d be out for at least six hours, maybe as long as ten. There were eight sleeping pills emptied into that scotch, a little trick he’d taught her in Omaha. When Carol was ready, she set the valise by the door and went back to the bed, where Jack lay gently snoring, naked, his mouth open.

She wrote on his chest in bold letters in bright red lipstick. Then she leaned down and kissed him savagely, not a kiss but a lust-curse, biting, leaving blood on his lips.

“So long, darling,” she whispered. “Wait for me.”

An hour later Sally found him like that. At first she screamed, thinking it was blood splashed on his chest, that they’d caught up with him. But the blood was on his lips and the crimson on his chest was lipstick. She rushed to the closet and knew, before she even looked, that the bag was gone.

Feeling faint she sat on the bed, staring at her husband’s chest with gazed eyes. The bold strokes said: WAIT FOR ME.

It was the same motel room they’d had before in Omaha, cheap, seedy, oppressive in the humid fall heat. They lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

Sally got up and showered, then applied harsh makeup and dressed in a sexy clinging dress. She looked at her husband on the bed with disgust.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” she snapped. “She’s gone forever. She’ll never show, never. She hates you, with all her twisted heart.”

Jack tilted the bottle to his lips. “She’ll show,” he said in a slurred voice. “She loves me. She’s just… fucking with my head, thus all. A lesson. She’ll bring the money.”

“Jesus,” Sally snorted. “All your life you’ve hustled women and now you finally got the short end of the stick. Listen, Jack.” Her voice grew deadly. “I’ll give you three days to shape up. You look like hell. Cut out the juice, clean up your act. We’re splitting this jerk-town for California. Think up another caper, get off your ass. I’m leaving in three days with or without you.”

“Hey!” He sat up, his face white. “You wouldn’t leave me, Sal. We’ll get the money back, she’ll show.”

“Bullshit!” Sally roared. “Are you blind? You could sit here forever, asshole! Just because you took her cherry you think she’ll came back here? I’ve gotta go now, get some money for us.” Her face hardened. “You know how. When I get back, I want you shaved and showered and sober.”

The door slammed behind her.