Crown's Law (31 page)

“Yes, Mr. Crown. Some probably will, but I’ll
take care of her. Don’t worry,” said Billy, shuffling from one foot
to the other.

“I’m sure you will, Billy. Don’t get in any
trouble over it though—no socking anyone. The limo driver will be
close by with the limo, so you can leave whenever you want,” said
Sam.

“Thank you, sir! The limo is so cool!”

“One other thing, Billy. I want you to make
sure that you bring Becky home in the same condition as when you
left. Get my drift?” said Sam.

Billy turned red and replied, “Yes, sir.
She’s safe with me.”

Then they heard Bo say from the top of
the stairs, “
Ta da!
The
princess is ready!”

Billy and Sam turned and watched as Becky
floated down the stairs in her pale blue dress, a giant smile
lighting up her face. She was a vision of beauty. Sam wanted to
cry! Billy was stunned! He had never seen Becky look so beautiful!
Everyone at the dance would be jealous of him when they saw her!
And a limo, too!

Billy gave Becky her wrist corsage, and Bo
put it on her, adjusting it until it was just so. Sam thought Bo
was being as fussy as a mother hen. Sam got out his best camera and
shot up half a roll on various poses, including some with Bo. Bo
took some of him with Becky, also.

Then, Becky kissed Bo and Sam and the couple
was gone.

“I think I’ll join my drink on the deck,”
mumbled Sam, his eyes misting.

“Me, too,” agreed Bo, her heart throbbing
with emotion.

They sat on stools at the wet bar and Bo lit
one of her long cigarettes.

“I’m very jealous of you, Sam Crown. Being
part of that precious girl’s life must be a delight to you!”

“It is. In more ways than I can express.”

“Thank you for letting me be a part of this
tonight. It meant a great deal to me.”

“Thank you for your help. You made her so
gorgeous! And made her forget today’s violence.”

“I didn’t do that much. She’s just naturally
gorgeous, inside and out. And I enjoyed every minute of it!”

They drank in silence for a moment—each with
their own private thoughts—Bo puffing on her cigarette. Finally, Bo
broke the silence.

“Christ! I’m as nervous as if I were her
mother, sending her off on her first date! Weird, eh?”

“She’s gotten to you. She does that to people
she likes. She’s like a tick. Bores into your soul. Don’t worry
about her though. She’s a tough kid and can take care of herself,”
he replied, taking a swig of his scotch.

“But . . . she’s so young!”

“Well, the limo driver is an off-duty cop—a
good friend of mine. And I had a chat with Billy. But don’t tell
her! She’d really be pissed at me if she knew!” laughed Sam.

“Good! I feel better already! I like a father
who takes precautions,” sighed Bo.

More silence.

Sam finally broke it. “After what happened
today, I’m doubly glad that I have someone watching her. I wonder
what that attack was all about?”

Bo shrugged. “Perhaps we were a random
target. Maybe they just wanted to steal the boat—didn’t expect
resistance.”

Sam shook his head. “We’ve never had an
incident like that here. Did you bring some dangerous baggage here
with you, Bo?”

In the back of his mind, Sam was wondering
about Becky planting the bugs. Could this be related?

Bo’s thoughts were on the mole she was
after. Could her itinerary have been passed on to the
Dynology
criminals? She shivered
when she thought that she might have been the one to put Becky in
danger.

“I don’t know, actually, Sam. We’ll know more
on Monday—see if those bastards have said anything useful. I’ll
just die if I’ve caused Becky to be put in danger!”

“Yeah. If they had hurt her, they’d be in the
morgue now instead of jail,” murmured Sam. “As it was, she had a
ball trying to ram those assholes! She’s something else!”

“She is that! I hope she’s having fun at her
prom!”

“She will, I’m sure. Hungry yet?”

“Not really.”

“How about a swim then?”

“Do we have time? It’s nearly dark!”

“We have very strong spotlights mounted on
the upper balcony. We use them for night swimming all the time. And
grunion hunting. They shine out a couple hundred yards.”

“Hell, why not? Let me go put on a suit.
Might as well take advantage of this wonderful beach!”

Saturday, June 2, 2001

Capistrano Beach, CA

Even though body-boarding wasn’t quite up
there with white-water rafting when it comes to thrills, Bo was
having a great time. The waves were large now, and they started
building quite a ways out from the shore, so the rides were long
and frothy. The sun had disappeared into the water behind Catalina,
but the few clouds on the horizon had turned to various shades of
red, orange, and purple—a phenomenon that only people with an
unobstructed view of the sea experienced at sunset. Bo stood
staring at the ocean, letting the last vestiges of the sunset seep
into her, relax her. The dark mass of Catalina Island had loomed up
on the horizon as the sun slipped down into the sea. Even San
Clemente Island made a murky appearance.

Sam had seen many incomparable sunsets from
this beach. Now he was more entranced by Bo’s hard nipples trying
to push through the material of her wet bikini top. The beach was
deserted now except for the two of them. The spotlights created a
spectacular show, frothy diamonds of sea spray sliding into the
sand on each wave.

Bo said, “Let’s catch one more wave before
the colors disappear! I’d like to be out there when it turns
black!”

Sam was in no mood to deny her anything. She
was in such a good mood! He wanted to keep her that way. She was
either coping well with the fact that she had just shot a man, or
she was overcompensating. Or perhaps the time she spent helping
Becky get ready for the prom had mellowed her in some way.

They slipped their rubber fins back on and
paddled their body boards out to where the waves were forming. The
wave Bo finally decided to take was a massive one and they both
were tumbled, smashing the two of them into each other. Sam
abandoned his body board and grabbed her, kicking his fins
furiously, trying to straighten them out. Finally they were
deposited on the beach, Sam on his back, Bo on top of him—chest to
chest. She was gasping for breath and laughing boisterously at the
same time.

“Now, that was a ride!” she sputtered, her
face only inches from his.

For the first time, Sam was feeling her taut,
firm breasts smashed against his bare chest and her pubic bone hard
against his. He still had his arms around her back, gripping her
tightly. Another wave lapped over their bodies, stopping at Sam’s
shoulders, then receding out to form another.

“I remember a scene like this in some movie,”
whispered Sam as he ran his right hand up and down her spine,
thrilled to be touching her.

Another wave lapped over them. Sam put his
hand behind her head and caressed her damp hair. She stared into
his eyes, then she kissed him gently on the lips. Salty. Sexy.
Still silence between them. She felt him getting hard down there,
but she didn’t move. He wanted to kiss her back, but he let her
take the lead—see where she was going with this. He didn’t want to
ruin the moment.

She finally replied huskily, “I remember the
scene. Can’t remember the name of the movie.”

“I remember it now,” whispered Sam. “It
was
From Here to Eternity
.
One of the classic war movies.”

He rolled to his right, cushioning her head
on his arm so it wouldn’t touch the sand. His left hand went to the
small of her back, caressing her. She kissed him again, more salt
and sand. She slipped her right arm over his back, pulled herself
closer to him.

“It doesn’t make any sense,” Bo
whispered.

“What?” he rasped.

“The scene in the movie. They wouldn’t have
done it there on the beach—or in the water. Can you imagine how
painful that would be? For both of them. Especially her.”

She giggled.

“All that salt water and sand being shoved
into her?” she continued.

Sam remembered the movie well now. He had
started to tell her that the two in the movie not only didn’t have
sex in the ocean, they didn’t have sex at all. When they got out of
the water, they started an argument and never got around to it. He
thought it was better not to mention that and distract her. He
liked her version. He liked hearing her talk about sex.

Sam said instead, “But it made for a sensual,
romantic episode. You’re too practical!”

Bo knew that she had a decision to make. If
she didn’t break this up immediately, she would end up in bed with
him—just as he had predicted! Her tingling body finally made the
decision for her.

“Maybe, and it was a very sexual scene—and
extremely suggestive!” She kissed him again. “My hormones are going
crazy, and I’ve already detected your readiness. I would suggest
that we move this scene to the shower in your room, but I don’t
want to give you the satisfaction of having me as one of the
notches on your pistol! This wasn’t supposed to happen!”

“I’ll swear under oath that you seduced me!
Then you can notch whatever it is you notch!” Sam moaned in her
ear.

“Never a boasting word? In fact, I don’t want
anyone to know about it. Especially Becky!”

“Agreed! No one! Never!”

“OK, let’s move this inside before I change
my mind!”

They got up and climbed the wooden steps up
to the deck.

Sam said, “There’s a shower around by the
pool.”

“No. Let’s use the one in your bedroom. I
want to be as close as possible to the bed when we come out of the
shower.”

She grabbed a towel and patted some of the
sand and water off her bathing suit and body. Sam did the same. She
dropped the bottom of her suit in front of the sliding screen door,
then her top. The sight of her bare, white ass and breasts caused
Sam to gasp! She disappeared into his room.

Sam barely survived the shower as they got
the salt and sand off their yearning bodies. Seeing her
naked—finally—caused overwhelming emotions to circulate throughout
his body.

Cool it, Sam! Make this the best you’ve ever
done! I have to make her explode before I do! Quite a task the way
I’m throbbing now!

They dried off and made it to Sam’s bed, and
he yanked the covers off it. They were a mass of tangled arms and
legs, kissing desperately now, their tongues probing.

Sam whispered in her ear as he nibbled on it,
“This is your last chance to back out. There’s no turning back once
I get started.”

“God no! I want this! Don’t ask me why! It
just . . . feels right! Do me!”

Sam worked his way down her long neck to her
breasts and sucked her stiff nipples while his fingers sought the
spot between her legs. She was moaning and writhing on the bed,
trying to shove her breast further into his mouth. By the time his
kisses got to her inner thighs she could take no more.

“My God, Sam! Now! Please! I’m ready!” she
whispered, more of a wail.

Finally, when he knew she was about to
explode, he moved on top of her and they rode the next set of waves
together, in perfect unison.

***

Afterwards, they both rolled over onto their
backs for a long moment, just catching their breaths, chests
heaving. She glanced at him, he at her.

She said, “Thanks, Sam, for getting me ready
. . . like that. That was really an exceptional experience!”

“It’s always better that way—together.”

“A rare experience for me. An organic
experience without the shampoo!” She giggled. “Again, thanks! Do
you mind if I go out and have a cigarette?”

She had used the word ‘rare’ because she
wasn’t quite ready to admit that she’d ‘never’ had an orgasm during
intercourse before.

As Sam watched her chest heave up and down,
nipples pointing at the ceiling, he thought he felt a fresh pang in
his loins.

He thought,
No
couldn’t be! Not possible this soon! But . . . she really does
something to me. She’s different somehow!

He replied, “No. I’ll go out with you. I’d
let you smoke in here, but it’s not my house.”

Sam went to his closet and grabbed two robes,
tossing one to Bo. He opened the sliding screen door and they
stepped out over their wet bathing suits. Bo found her cigarettes
and lighter on the bar where she had left them earlier. She took
one out of the box and lit up, her hands still shaking from her
sexual gyrations. They each sat on a bar stool, and Sam was very
distracted by the fact that Bo did not bother to wrap her robe
around her. The moonlight dancing on her white breasts was driving
Sam crazy.

“Drink?” Sam asked.

“Hmm. I guess, but I don’t know how I can
improve on the glow I have,” she smiled, covering his hand with
hers.

He patted her hand, then arose and went
behind the bar and poured a couple of cognacs. He stared openly at
her pert breasts as she smoked and stared out to sea. They clinked
glasses and sipped their brandies.

When Bo noticed Sam staring at her breasts,
she closed her robe and tightened the belt. Sam caught the gesture,
wondered what was wrong.

“You OK?” he asked, eyebrow arched.

Bo took a drag on her cigarette, exhaled. “I
feel . . . I don’t know. Depraved, in a way.”

“Depraved? At least you didn’t say
‘exploited.’” grumbled Sam.

“No, no! Maybe a better word is ‘naughty.’
Sex with a stranger is definitely not my style,” Bo replied, a
little nervously.

Sam offered, “I think ‘pampered’ is a much
better word. You women like to pamper yourselves with massages,
facials, mud packs, pedicures, manicures . . . and whatever. Why
not add good, well-administered sex now and then. You’re
entitled.”