Circles in the Sand (28 page)

“Wellll…I’ll be dipped in shit,” Fritz said. “He’s got a longer dong than you Basil…an he’s cumming! He’s squirting more on the floor than you’re putting in him.”

Basil pulled out of Jewel and looked at two long strings of semen on the floor. “Shit. I didn’t come at all. Just got a bruised dick.” Aggravated, he slapped a moaning Peter on the ass.

“Where the hell has Jewel got to now?” Alcocke asked.

“Don’t know. Been gone awhile. Spect we better go look for him.” They stood up. Kline walked over to Lance. “Jewel has wandered off somewhere. We’re gonna go look for him.”

“Okay, keep an eye open for Basil Tree.”

The two airman walked around the center of Glasgow, looking into each bar, and a drugstore that was still open. At the bar attached to the big dance hall, they stood at the ball room door searching for Jewel. Kline said “Ya know if that little bastard has told any women up here that he eats pussy, he could be in bed anywhere by now.”

“You really believe he does that, hunh?”

“I don’t think Tawny was just making that up. Could account for his popularity at the Boar Pen. She says it drives a woman right out of her gourd.”

“Damn. Hope they don’t expect the rest of us to do it.”

“Sounds pretty chancy to me anyway. Suppose he does that after some other guy has screwed her. Could get a face full of someone else’s cum.”

“Not if she makes everyone use a rubber.”

“Yeah, but if one of ‘em has VD. Having those nasty sores on  your mouth, or on your tongue, would be pretty hard to explain.” He  shuddered.

Alcocke said, “I wonder where else we could look for him? Maybe sheriff or police?”

“Yeah, if he managed to get in trouble, cops should know.”

They spotted the state police station before any sign of a sheriff. They drew a blank. Only trouble they knew about was local drunks, who didn’t fit Jewel’s description. The two airman trudged back to Rosie’s bar. Kline said, “Hey Sarge. We don’t know where the hell Jewel got too. We’ve looked all over this part of town.”

“Oh shit. I goofed when I brought you guys along. Rosy’s leaving soon. I’m going with her…for awhile…an’ you guys can’t come along.”

“Balls.” Kline said, “We all goofed. So what do we do in the meantime? You going back to West Lay, tonight?”

Lance stared at Kline and Alcocke. He absently tapped his knuckles on the bar.
Damn, if I’d known I’d get lucky tonight, I damn sure wouldn’t have brought them along. So now what do I do?
  

“Look, just because Rosy is leaving, doesn’t mean the bar is closing. How about sticking around here for awhile. I’ll get back as soon as I can. I will not leave you here.”

Kline and Alcocke looked at each other. Kline shrugged and Alcocke sighed.

“If you want to look for Jewel anymore. Do it one at a time. One of you stay here all the time. Okay?”

“Yeah, got you Sarge.” Alcocke said. They each ordered another beer. “We may have to nurse these for a long time, Buddy.”

Fritz coughed and sighed. He flung the elastrator on the floor. “Shit, if he wasn’t a girl before…you made him one now. He’s probably in love with you, too.” The realization that Marie-Elena had multiple other fuckers depressed Fritz. Reality slapped him in the face about the crimes he’s committed…for nothing. “Not much point in cuttin’ him now.”

Basil Tree didn’t voice his disgust, instead said, “So now what we gonna do?”

“We’re gonna untie him. You free his legs, I’ll untie his arms.”

“You gonna let him loose? He’ll run away.”

“No he won’t. He doesn’t know where he is. Out here there’s nowhere for him to run too. He needs us to take care of him.”

Freed of his ropes, Peter Jewel slumped to the floor. Unable to keep from softly whimpering, he massaged his stiff legs and arms. Fritz and Basil just watched him. When Peter found his voice, he said, “I’m gonna get you bastards for this.”

Fritz squatted down near him. “Don’t go off half cocked, Sonny. When you think about it, you’ll realize there’s not much you can do to us, and you won’ t want too.”

“Oh yeah. You guys can go to hell. An’ I’m gonna put you there.”

Basil Tree chuckled. “Me too? If you plan on being mean to me. I won’t fuck you anymore. Then where will you be?”

“You God damned queer sonovabitch! You ain’t made me one, but they’ll do the same to you in prison!”

Fritz stood up again. “We’re even giving you a ride back into Glasgow. Now think about this. You really want to tell anyone that another man has fucked you? Another man has mastered you, made you his love slave?”

“That’s not true. You guys kidnapped me! He fucked me in the ass when I was tied down. I didn’t want him to. No one else will ever do it again. I’ll never let you guys get away with it.”

“Have us arrested? You’re forgetting some things. Ain’t a jury in the state going to convict us with two against one. I’d have to tell them how you were shinning up to Basil, another man. How you wanted to suck his cock, but he wouldn’t let you. How he only fucked you after you dropped your drawers and bent over in front of him. How you said you were in love with him after. Want to take that into court?”

“You bastards! You dirty bastards! I’ll get you somehow! I’ll get you!”

They dropped Jewel off  at the edge of Glasgow. “Give you a little time to think…and to stretch your legs, Sonny. Now don’t go away mad. Just think of the great adventure you just had, but don’t want to talk about.”

As they drove off, Peter hurled a rock at the departing truck, missed.

Taking his time walking to Rosie’s, Peter tried to calm his nerves and control his emotions. He was as galled by his seeming inability to strike back, as he was by the way he’d been assaulted.
That bastard! I didn’t want him to fuck me. I didn’t want to cum. It just happened. I couldn’t control it. God damn him! I wonder if some raped women cum…  even though they don’t want to?

He had to act natural when he met the other airmen.

Kline said, “Look who’s come back. Where the hell you been, Jewel? We looked all over for you.”

“You just didn’t look in the right bedroom, that’s all.”

“You telling us you got a piece of ass up here?”

“You got to know where to look. Where’s our driver?”

“He’s off getting a little nooky himself. We just have to wait.”

Saturday morning at breakfast, Lance told Clint, “Jewel’s got something urgent he wants to talk to the NCOs about, privately.”

“Okay. After the other troops leave for their work, we’ll have a meeting in Q-1.”

Lance was the  first to speak. “While I was bull shitting Rosy, Jewel went out on his own to look for something to do. He was gone a long time. Kline and Alcocke went looking but didn’t find him. They say he showed up at the bar again about ten-thirty.”

Clint turned to Jewel. “So what’s the problem? Where were you?”

“In a barn. I guess on Fritz Deutsh’s ranch. He and Basil Tree kidnapped me out of Glasgow. He was going to cut my nuts off.”

“Holy Cow!” Lance said. All four NCOs straightened up and looked at Jewel.

“But he didn’t, did he?” Elsas said.

“No, he didn’t, but he wanted too. Someone told him I fucked Marie-Elena and he’d promised to castrate anyone that did.”

“Well, did you,” asked Lance.

“Yeah, I did. But I wouldn’t tell him.”

Clint said, “So what happened?”

“They had me tied up so I couldn’t get away. Said I could have a choice of one of three ways he could do it. I kept telling him I didn’t do it, and it wasn’t fair to cut off my balls for something I didn’t do. He was going to do it anyway until I told him about her screwing all kinds of college boys, and even having an abortion in Seattle….and she wasn’t cherry when he bought it. That shook him up. Tree seemed to back me up from the way Marie-Elena talked.”

Patton said, “How’d you get away then?”

“Fritz must have changed his mind. I told him I’d have them swinging for kidnapping. He just laughed. Said no jury would convict them with their word against mine. Made up a story then and there what they’d say. The God damned bastards! Took me back to Glasgow and dropped me at the edge of town.”

“Wow.” Clint said, “You really lucked out then. Good thing you knew about her college boyfriends…and an abortion. Who told you?”

“Tawny. She was pissed at Marie-Elena for some reason.”

Tony Elsas said, “So you say, you got into Marie-Elena’s pants. When did you ever have a hundred bucks, Jewel?”

“Never. Would you believe, no charge? Free!”

In his exasperation, Tony Elsas threw his cap at Jewel. “I’ll be go-to-hell.”

“Bassl make fat boy cowboy?”

“Huh? What are you talking about, Herman?”

“Bassl make me cowboy. Bassl make fat boy cowboy? Herman see in barn…Bassl make fat boy squirt cowboy juice.”

Fritz tried to follow Herman’s train of thought. “Fat boy squirt cowboy juice. What’s that? What are you saying?”

“Fat boy make cowboy juice. Like Herman. Herman cowboy. Only cowboy squirt cowboy juice.”

“In the barn, you saw Basil make fat boy squirt cowboy juice?”

“Yes. Bassl put cowboy tool in fat boy. Fat boy squirt cowboy juice. He cowboy like Herman.”

A horrid dawning clutched at Fritz’s throat.
Cowboy tool?  Cowboy juice?
Herman squirts cowboy juice…from Basil’s cowboy tool?
“Herman…think careful now. Did Basil put his cowboy tool in Herman?”

“Yes. Squirt cowboy juice. Herman cowboy.”

“Oh my God!”

Open mouthed, eyes bugging, Fritz’s lungs nearly stopped. Finally catching his breath, he screamed, “That God Damned dirty rotten sonovabitch! My own son! That Goddamned snake!  God damn that stinking bastard to hell!”

Clint said, “There’s a larger problem here. What are we gonna do about Fritz and Basil?”

“From what Peter said, not much use going to the law.” Lance said. “Radecker would laugh us out of his office.”

“Yeah, but we can’t let that sonovabitch get away Scot free,” Patton said.

“What we oughta do…is go castrate him,” Tony Elsas said.

“I’m sure for that,” Jewel said. “And now I know just how to do it…to hurt the most.”

“Let’s go for a ride out to Fritz’s ranch” Rodger said. “If nothing else we need to have a little talk with him.”

“Yeah, and probably futile,” Clint said, “But we need to report it to Radecker anyway. Let him know we’ve got a real bone to pick with Fritz.”

In the sheriff’s office, Peter Jewel told his abbreviated story once again. Radecker listened until he was through. “That’s a pretty hard tale to swallow. Fritz and Basil kidnapped you, threatened to castrate you, as he has promised to do in the past, then let you go when you told him Marie-Elena was fucking college guys? If he believed you, I’m surprised he didn’t cut you out of sheer spite…taking it out on you for all those others.”

“What shook him most was me telling him she’d had an abortion.”

“Whoa! Now I’m really surprised you’re not singing soprano.”

Clint said, “Sheriff, do you really think he’d have done that. Surely he’d be facing a long time in prison. Unless he really is mad as a busted spring.”

“Well, he’s been saying it long enough. But yeah, he could be that crazy. Between Maybelle running away, his son being simple and his idiotic purchase of Marie-Elena’s cherry, he could be off his rocker. You say they told you right there, how the two would testify against your one?”

“That’s right Sheriff. Said no jury here would convict them.”

“I hate to tell you, but they’re probably right. I can’t see where they hurt you any. (Peter had told no one about a blood stain in his shorts.) You don’t have anything to back up a charge. I can’t even arrest them on your story.”

Clint leaned on Radecker’s desk and looked him in the eye. “Sheriff, something’s got to be done. We’re going out there to talk to them  anyway. Let ‘em know we’re onto their shit and keeping an eye on them.”

Radecker stood up. Clint backed off. “Do you think that’ll cool them off? If you just go out there looking for trouble, you’re bound to find it.”

“We just want to have a serious stalk with them. We’re not going out there to start trouble, just want to let them know we don’t expect any more from them.” Clint said. “Now, if you tell us how to get out there, we’ll get out of your way.”

“You ain’t gonna be happy otherwise. Tell ya’ what…Tommy you want to go along and show them the way to Fritz’s…stand in the way of any fighting?”

“Sure. Anything you say, Sheriff.”

Fritz’s spread was way out northwest of the bomb site. They followed Tommy on county roads, and eventually a long private road to the ranch. Patton said, “With a four wheel vehicle, be a shorter direct drive over the bomb site.”

The airmen piled out of the carryall and followed Tommy towards the front door of a rambling ranch house. Still outside they heard a woman screaming.

Then they heard Fritz screaming hysterically, “You should have looked after him! You gin-soaked sponge!  You should have protected him!”

More female screaming, followed by a gunshot. The screaming stopped.

Tommy drew his pistol and ran to the door. The airmen followed. Tommy said, “stand back you guys. None of you are armed.”

Tommy pushed through the unlocked door. The airmen watched as he worked his way toward the rear of the house. Tommy stopped to look into, but didn’t enter two side rooms. Then from the large living area, he turned into a dining or den area. They heard a choked, “Oh my God!”

Not hearing any gunfire, Clint and the airmen followed Tommy. The deputy hadn’t moved. He stared an older woman with an obviously fatal head wound. “Stand back, guys, don’t come in here. That’s Fritz’s mother. I’ve got to find him.”

Aghast, the airmen retreated to the living room. “Holy Cow,” Clint said. “He really must be nuts.” Peter Jewel nearly barfed. “Everything considered, you’re probably lucky you still got yours, Jewel.”

Tommy returned. “He’s not in the house. I’ll have to go look for him. Might be in the bunkhouse or in that barn. I got a deer rifle and shells in my truck. How about one of you guys backing me up?”

“You bet,” Clint said. He went for the rifle.