A Crying Shame (189 page)

He laughed and removed his finger, then pulled her to him, turning her, her breasts and crotch against his hard, soapy body. She lifted one leg and his maleness once more penetrated her.

She sighed, closing her eyes.
That's the place,” she said.
Good.”

You're very welcome, dear,” he responded.

She kissed him.
You are a rotten bastard, Jon.”

But of course,” he agreed.
Would you have me any other way?”

She exercised her right to reserve comment on that.

Frightful noise you two created last night,” Karl said. He sat at the kitchen table, stirring his coffee.
I always thought you had more discretion in sexual matters. You're always disappointing me, Jon.”

Jon grunted.

Did you muddle through your problem after you and the lady concluded your seemingly never-ending session of slap-and-tickle?”

But Jon would not be needled this day.
Drink your coffee and let's get moving. I intend to finish this mess today.”

But I haven't had my breakfast!”

I have field rations on board. We'll eat them.”

Karl fixed him with a long baleful look.
You truly possess the palate of a hog!”

 

Using the running lights and the twin-mounted spotlights, Jon roared through the darkness of morning just before dawn.

He wondered where Sheriff Saucier was this morning.

He thought he knew.

But he hoped he was wrong.

You idiot!” Karl roared over the howling of the engine.
You'll crash us!”

No, I won't. We'll stay in the bayou on the edge of the swamp for a couple of miles. Then cut in. I know where they hide, now.” He slowed the powerful engine to half-speed.

Karl glanced back at him, a smile on his lips.
You do, eh?”

Yes, you big fat Kraut . . . and so do you and Walter. You have for several days.”

Karl neither admitted nor denied the charge. His eyes flicked to the large box Jon had carried on board.
What is in the crate, Jon?”