Schooled for sex

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was, much to my surprise, very late in the evening. The girls had seduced me into complete forgetfulness, and, while I had been fucking and sleeping, Mrs. Van had had to deliver the ransom money. She told me the details of this mission once she had swallowed her fury. Peggy and I dissociated our persons from our cloying young lovers, dressed, and tried to look professional as we listened to her account.

"I was told to place the money into a strong canvas bag," she said, "bundles of one hundred dollar bills tightly packed together, and the bag had to be securely locked. The place to which I had to deliver it was in the center of a large and dark meadow. I still don't know how I reached that small beacon that they'd put there; or, for that matter, how I ever survived the treasure hunt leading up to that destination. Even if I had informed the police, Mr. Mac, it would have done no one any good. At the beacon I found a note saying that the bag had to be tied to a thin cable, the end of which was right next to the beacon. It had one of those slip bolt attachments, and as soon as I straightened up from my task, that bag sped away. I heard it skidding over the grass for a while, and then there was silence. I stood in the middle of the meadow and wondered what to do with myself. The beacon caught fire at this moment, too, probably due to a timing mechanism, and destroyed itself and the note. All that was left was a patch of smoldering ashes. Just before I turned to make my way back to the car I heard a car start up way in the distance. Of course it could have been any car, all I know is that it was a VW bus or bug, one of the two. And that was it. I reached my car, drove to the school, and found you having a gay old time." She frowned again and inserted a cigarette into her holder.

"Yes, well, I overslept," I said lamely. Mrs. Van, lucidly, hadn't been listening to my reply. Her eyes swept over the girls standing around, most of them half naked, others completely naked, and I noticed that, even after losing all that cash and worrying about her daughter, she could take a lively interest in sex.

"Anyway," Mrs. Van interrupted herself, "there's a week before Laurel is due to be returned to me. Once she is home I shah cab the police and let them worry about it. Until then I want you to come up with something substantial or I will not only refuse to pay you the rest of your fee; I will demand the return of my advance!" She left after that parting shot, and Peggy and I looked at each other sheepishly.

"Let's go into your room," she said. "I want to talk with you in private because these little jug ears are wide open." She looked around at the girls significantly. "Besides that, I don't think the kidnappers have anything to do with this school. We ought to be grabbing our gear and getting the hell out of here."

"Are you crazy?" I was going to say, but she silenced me with a look. I asked her that question once we were in my room, talking in a low voice and rustling newspapers in case one of those female fiends had bugged the room. "Of course the gang is here!"

"I know that. But we have to give them a sense of security before we can expect them to fuck up half as badly as we have. So let's pack up and go. Then we can sneak back in later."

With Vinnie's help we did just that. It was midnight by the time we drove out of the school grounds. Miss Parsons had assured us we were welcome anytime we felt there was more sleuthing to be done inside of the Moorehead school. And Gloria came to see us off. I felt a pang of regret at leaving her, but then I could always come and pick her up after the case had been solved. We drove into the parking lot of a nearby motel and checked in. Since we'd slept for most of the day we were all wide awake and raring to go. Vinnie took his best camera and I took charge of the long-range listening device. Then we drove back to within a few hundred yards of the school grounds and went the rest of the distance on foot.

"You know, Joe, I was thinking about the kind of hospitably we got in that school. Don't you think the teachers had to be in on it? I mean, there was no patrolling of the corridors, no supervision, the girls just did what they wanted with us."

"That had occurred to me," I said, "although it's possible that it's an experimental school where they believe in living and letting live."

"Oh right, with Miss Parsons as the bold visionary," she snorted.

"Wait a minute, don't jump on me. I was just wondering, maybe the kidnappers have no connection with the school. Perhaps those girls threw themselves at us because they're sex-starved, or it's an in thing to do to fuck strangers. Who knows what goes through the minds of girls? Maree might have wanted me for herself, you know, the way a dog carries off a bone to stop the other dogs from gnawing at it."

"And how do you explain Linda?"

"She just hates men," I shrugged.

"And the phone cabs?" she pushed.

"Oh yes… of course it could be that the girls were discussing club matters. I keep hearing of some kind of secret society…" At this point confusion set in and I ended the conversation with a brisk: "Well, it's just a matter of looking at all the possibilities. Now let's see what we can dig up in the school."

There were still a few lights on in the buildings and we checked them out one by one. Girls were reading late or taking showers, others were just sitting around and talking. I checked on those conversations and found that they dealt with all the subjects I wasn't interested in. Fashion, boys, and grades. We checked the gym, walked around the square and the lawns behind the buildings, but found nothing. The last place we checked was Miss Parsons' home. And that's where we hit the jackpot!

At first it seemed like a futile gesture. Her house was in darkness, and none of us thought of Miss Parsons as the kind to stay up late anyway. But Vinnie's sharp eyes spotted a crack of light in one of the windows, escaping through heavy drapes. The window was on the second floor but that didn't deter us. A tree nearby was easily climbed, and then we edged along the broad ledge running around the house. Peggy stayed on the ground to keep a lookout, and Vinnie and I squatted down at the window and tried to peer through that small split in the drapes. No luck. Now and then we saw a dark shape flash by, and it was obvious that something interesting was happening, but there were no conclusions to be drawn.

I pressed the listening device to the window and now I heard a babble of voices and giggles, which told me nothing but that there were a lot of girls in Miss Parsons' house at that time of night. Vinnie had by this time figured out a way to get a better look. With his knife he had prised the window open an inch, and then used the long blade to push the drapes further apart. What a vista opened up before us! We almost fell off the ledge with shock when we saw the other half of Miss Parsons' double life.

The tall, angular, stereotypical school mistress had undergone a drastic transformation. Gone were the fuddy-duddy clothes, the gold-rimmed spectacles, and her air of academic stuffiness. In their place were tight leather clothes, a whip, high boots, and sexual tyranny! Vinnie started photographing right away. At times like these the expert in him overcame the compulsive jerk-off, and I had no doubt that the shots of Dominatrix Parsons would be clear and sharp. I looked around at her visitors and recognized a few of them. They were all nude but for leather slings that ran from the left shoulder over the left breast and then down under then: asses, with one strap curving about their hips to hold the main strap in place.

Just as we thought we'd been surprised beyond ever being surprised again, Miss Parsons moved to the side of the room and left us with a clear view of what she and a few of her followers had been busy with. There was Linda, totally naked, looking drunk and disheveled, lying in a bed of green pieces of paper… one hundred dollar bills! Vinnie's camera clicked over and over. So they were the ones, the Sapphite's, they had the money. But where was Laurel? I checked the women out again and there wasn't a trace of her. They probably had her hidden away in the house somewhere.

"Hey bitch!" Miss Parsons' voice was like a crack of her whip. "I have to piss! Come over here!" Linda struggled up from the bed of lettuce and walked on all fours to her mistress. Parsons sat in a big easy chair, her legs wide apart, the leather encasing her body gleaming and tight, studded all over. The Sapphite's were lolling about, watching lazily, fondling each other, and Linda crawled along the floor until she was between the headmistress legs. She undid a centerpiece in the woman's pants and I marveled at the engineering that had gone into that leather suit. The center piece was snapped to the trouser legs, which in turn were connected to a belt. Even with the crotch missing she could wear the pants in the household. And when the leather section had been laid aside the headmistress moved forward in her chair so that her cunt pushed into Linda's wide open mouth. I couldn't believe my eyes. Was she actually drinking her piss? Surely not. But as we watched we noticed the girl's neck muscles laboring, and we heard her cough and saw the piss splashing up against her face for a second until she got her mouth back into place.

"Wow!" Vinnie exclaimed, smitten with admiration. "I underestimated that woman, Joe. She's terrific!"

"Why don't you marry her?" I said sarcastically. Linda wiped her mistress' pussy with her tongue and returned to the bed of money. Parsons invited everyone to have one last drink with which to celebrate then- coup, and then she told them it was high time for bed. Obediently, the little girls downed then: scotches and retired. Only Parsons and Linda were in the room now. Vinnie and I hugged against the wall to conceal ourselves in the darkness of night and Peggy hid in the bushes till the girls were back in their dormitories. Then we tuned in to the conversation taking place in the room.

"I want you to put the money back into neat five-thousand-dollar piles," Parsons ordered her charge, "and then put it back into the safe. I don't trust your friends very much. All that money could turn their heads and then we'd be in trouble again."

"Yes Ma'am," said the girl. While she counted and straightened out the crumpled bibs, Parsons relaxed in her chair and idly flicked her whip at the girl's bare ass. Every now and then the tip flicked her flesh and Linda winced and smiled at the same time.

"Soon I'll be able to pay off the school's bibs," Parsons mused. "Won't that be wonderful? Solvent again. I couldn't have stood it if they'd taken this place into receivership. It's mine, I built it, and it will always be the best school for young ladies in the country!"

"Ah, go fuck yourself," said Linda. "This school is a goddamned brothel and you know it." I gaped at her in awe. Was she crazy to be talking to the cruel mistress that way when the whip was whizzing through the ah? As expected, the headmistress gave her a couple of lashes that brought red weals up in the flesh of her buttocks. Linda seemed to like it a great deal, but she apologized humbly and kissed Parsons' boots.

"Yes, the best," said Parsons. "It was so easy, and all we lost was that nasty Van de Kut girl. Quite a bargain."

"Good riddance to her," Linda agreed. The dominatrix seemed to get bored suddenly. She got up and took off her leather suit to reveal a body that had stood the ravages of time web. Her flesh was firm, hard almost, and she had no tits at all, no ass to speak of. She bent over a low drawer and extricated a long double dildo.

"Leave that shit and come to bed. I want to fuck you now." Linda dropped the bundle of money she'd been putting together and followed the woman out of the room. The light went off in that room, on in another. But our job was done.

"Let's take the money now!" Vinnie whispered. "If we don't they'll put it back into the safe and we'll never get it back!"

"No, no, if they find the money gone Laurel could be hurt."

"It sounded to me like she's already dead," said Vinnie.

"That's a point…" I had to think about that for a little while. And as I sat on that ledge thinking, the light went on again and Linda came in. She had on a dog collar and her mouth had been gagged, but she bent down over the money and threw it all into a wall safe. Every last bill went behind lock and key, then she hurried back for more fun and games. Vinnie wanted to see what they were doing, but I could imagine it clearly enough. Now that the money was out of reach it seemed to me that we should have taken it. Peggy, however, disagreed.

"No, you did right to leave it there. I had plenty of time to think while I was waiting for you, and I came up with a scheme. What say I infiltrate this girls' club? Now before you say anything, I know one girl here very web and I suspect she's a member. She was really crazy about me, and from what I gather a lot of the girls here thought of me in the same way. Should I try it, Joe?"

"That's not a bad idea," I said, "but be careful."

"No, I won't be careful. What do you think I am, Joe, stupid? Of course I'll take it easy around those girls, they're not to be taken lightly."

"And while you're doing that Vinnie can snoop. We have to find out where Laurel is." On the way back to the car I filled Peggy in on the details, and she decided to go back to the school in the afternoon to see if she could infiltrate the ranks of the Sapphite's. Vinnie wanted to start snooping right away but I recommended he have some sleep and start the following evening. "As for me, I'm going to check around the town to see if there are any rumors floating about. You never know, I might be lucky. If not, well, we'll just have to strong arm Miss Parsons into a confession."

"I'd like to see that," Peggy said, with measured irony.

Peggy and Vinnie left in the afternoon and I lay back in bed for a bit longer just to collect my thoughts. A knock on the door startled me. It was the woman who owned the motel, come to change the sheets. "Oh, just a minute," I said, quickly getting out of bed and putting on a robe over my nakedness. "Okay, you can come in now." I sat in the easy chair and lit up a cigarette. The woman, Nora, was in her early forties, a solid woman with a large ass and watermelon tits, blond hair piled on her head, and an open, pleasant face. When she bent over my bed to take off the sheets her dress stretched tautly over her big ass so I could see the outline of her panties. They were big panties, too, and the sight of them excited me mainly because I could imagine those panties filled with buttocks and cunt. And, since I hadn't had any sex for almost a day, her heavy sensuality stirred my cock so that it bobbed up under my robe just as she happened to be glancing my way.

"Are you enjoying your stay, sir?" she said without flinching.

"Yes, I certainly am. This seems to be a very nice town," I said. "So quiet and peaceful. I guess you're very happy to be living here, right? I mean, it's a lot better than the big city."

"I guess so," she sighed, stuffing the dirty sheets into a big bag. "But you know how it is in these small towns, your life isn't your own, and besides that there's more going on here than you'd think."

"Oh yeah? Come on now, don't tell me you've got crime and pollution and psychiatrists here."

"Sure we have." She stopped work and accepted one of my cigarettes. Sitting on the edge of the stripped bed, her legs loosely crossed to give me visions of her big, fleshy thighs, she started to tell me the crime statistics. My cock had relaxed. Crime statistics have that effect on me. But her readiness to talk kept the pilot light burning. She was so happy to have someone to talk to at long last. There was pollution too, and a lot of crazy people lived behind those tranquil facades, I was told. She finished her cigarette. "In fact," she said, her voice suddenly soft, yet intense, "I have to see a psychiatrist one day per week. You want to know what for?"

"Why?" I said, watching her slow advance toward me with curiosity.

"Because I'm a nymphomaniac!" she cried and the next moment she was on her knees between my legs, pushing my robe aside to get at my hah hard dick. "Please say you don't mind, sir, but you're so handsome and big, please, let me suck your cock, let's fuck, please?"

"Call me Joe," I said, settling back into the chair. She threw me a look of abject gratitude and started to drool over my cock. Her tongue flicked out over my glands, rubbing it, loving it, and her hand stroked me with obvious lust. Since she was way ahead of me I figured it would be best to wait till she warmed me up some more. Oblivious to my relaxed demeanor, she kept right on running her tongue over my cock, balls, and belly, uttering little cries of delight as he own body took pleasure in what she was doing to me. The robe hung off me like a rag. A shrug off my shoulders let it drop to the floor. Nora fumbled with her clothes to ravish me more effectively without them. I should have helped her, but it was too much fun to see a woman rabid for sex. Except for Peggy and Miss Parsons' stooges, the women in my life tended to be anything but aggressive self-starters. It was left to me to push the right buttons and touch the right bases before a response might be reasonably expected.

Nora needed nothing but a willing body. She gave up trying to take off her clothes because it was interfering with her passionate groping. It was as though she'd been starved of sex for months as a punishment, the way she wanted to relish every part of me. Her fingers snuck up my ass, tickled my balls, closed around my nipples, ear lobes, anything! But her mouth stayed very near to my dick. Her tongue ran up and down the hard stalk, her lips brushed along my glands against the grain, and she occasionally closed her teeth around that section of my cock directly under the awning of my knob. I was catching up fast.

It became imperative to see what her body looked like. My hands reached for the back of her dress and undid the buttons there. But I couldn't reach the apron she had tied about her waist, at least not without disturbing her. Resolutely I bent forward and undid the knot, and, while I was there, pulled the hem of her dress up. Only when it was tugging at her armpits did she yield to it. Quickly I pulled it over her head and bang! she was down again! I had to take a brief break then because her bps around my cock felt too delicious to be ignored any longer. A minute or two later I managed to reach for the catch of her bra, un-snapped it, and released a billowing avalanche of flesh that dangled dually against my inner thighs. A surge of lust burned through me at the sight of so much tit. I wanted to dive into those big spongy masses, to hide and suck like a child, or just to fondle them till my palms exploded from sensory overloads. But further down her back I saw those big panties, pink like the ones my mother always wore. There, in the confines of those familiar panties, were her cheeks. Even from where I sat I could see how massive and round they were. But how could I get her away from my cock long enough to take them down?

There was only one thing for it. Gently I eased my body off the chair and did a kind of half-turn with my cock as the pivot. Nora seemed not to notice. She was sucking on my cock noisily, eyes closed, transported with delight. When I came to rest I found myself looking right up her crotch. My legs were against the chair's backrest and my head was on the ground; it wasn't the most comfortable position on earth, but it did bring most of my faculties in touch with the part of her I wanted most. An inch or two and a pair of pink panties separated me from her cunt. I could smell its faint animal fragrance already. And the stain of her juices was spreading noticeably.

Resting the weight of my body on the chair and on the nape, I grabbed for the elastic of her panties. They felt silky and taut, and when I pulled them down her soggy crotch slipped down into my face. The warm wet spot was right against my mouth, and for a moment I let it stay there so I could suck the juices out of the material. But why settle for a sample when the main supply is so near at hand. Her ass appeared like two moons over the horizon, vast and white, and when she condescended to move a little I was able to push her panties away over her thighs. Now her cunt dangled overhead in the shade, a hairy creature exuding that fine, heady aroma that made me wild with horniness. As soon as my tongue prised the thick labia apart, a veritable cloudburst of juice rained down on my face, all the passion fluids that had accumulated there from the time she had entered my room. It dropped into my mouth, slid up my nose, blinded me, and I pressed my face in all the more passionately for it. Now both of us were sucking noisily. It became like a competition to see who would undo the other first. However, Nora needed my cock up her pussy more than she needed it down her throat, and pretty soon she signaled me to get to work.

With pleasure. My cock was hard as tempered steel, out of its sheath and ready to attack, Nora gave it one last kiss and luxuriously spread herself out over the floor. I asked if she wouldn't prefer the bed, but she said: "No, I want it to hurt me!" I remained standing for a little longer, partly to let the blood rush out of my head, partly to drink in the voluptuous sight of her nakedness. Her big tits had rolled back toward her armpits, big gelatinous masses of flesh, tipped with brown nipples that stood out like sore thumbs, literally. Two whale-shaped thighs lay web apart, raised by a pair of strong calves, and her hands were at her loins to entice me inside. They rubbed and stroked, parted the hairy bps, and all the while her hips were bobbing up at me.

Another second's delay and she might have resorted to violence. I moved in on top of her and my cock was sucked into a pussy that was a veritable cave of earthly delights. Just as a child can sense whether it's loved or not, so my cock sensed how deeply her pussy appreciated its presence. It did its best to expand to fill all of her, but that wasn't so easy. So I started to jiggle it about inside her and to come in from different sides. Now she started to appreciate me all over. "Yes, that's it, scratch me in there!" she grunted, banging her loins against mine and grabbing hold of my ass with both hands to force me in even deeper. "That feels so wonderful, so great, just like somebody scratching your back feels, you know what I mean? Oh Joe, dig into it, fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can. I need it so badly. Yes, yes, and you're so big, just my kind of guy. Ah, that was a good one, hit me there again now, to the left!"

I did my best to follow her suggestions, but after a while her constant talking became annoying. "Could you keep quiet for a while?" I asked, stopping all bodily motion for a moment. "I'm really enjoying fucking you, but your tongue keeps wagging and distracting me."

"I'm sorry, Joe, I didn't mean to upset you. But when you come in from high your cock bumps into the exact spot. That's the way, oh yes, right down!" And so it went on. One second it was the floor of her cunt, then the ceilings, then the side walls, and eventually she wanted my cock to telescope so it could get into her womb. My irritation with her grew at the expense of my passion. I put up with it for as long as I could and then, when I had been too sorely tried, I exploded.

"Shut up you fucking big-mouthed bitch!" I yelled. I reared up and slapped her right across the face. "You want me to lose my erection or something?"

"God forbid! But-"

"Shut up." I slapped her again, twice, hard, stinging blows that echoed through the room. Instead of getting upset she started to moan with ecstasy. And instead of angering me, the slapping became an integral part of my lust. Once her face was blood red with continued slapping, I told her to get on her hands and knees. "Now grovel you slut!" I hissed. "Grovel, stick your ass up in the air and kiss the ground! You're lucky a man like me would fuck you. You know you're not worth it, don't you!"

"Yes, oh yes, I know I'm just a piece of shit!" she sobbed, her voice high with passion. I started to beat on her ass, long-hauled hits that left red impressions of my hand on her white, quivering cheeks. At the same time I rode her like a cowboy, digging my cock deep into her greedy cunt, making it slurp and fart and making her cringe all the more. This was the life! I loved to see her big ass ripple with my slaps. Here was a real ass, a woman's ass, not one of those boy's bums that I saw so often in the Moorehead school. Big and full and soft, great hams that only needed to be tapped to ripple from one end to the other. Her tits dangled down so that her nipples chafed against the rug, and those tits excited me just as much. I grabbed for them a couple of times to savage them with milking motions, and each time I did she screamed out with joy. As long as I kept my cock moving in and out of her cunt, all the rest was gravy for her. Squeezing, slapping, fucking, and frothing at the mouth with abandonment, I kept her rising steadily. She started with small orgasms, mere firecrackers, and gradually moved on to small bombs, big bombs, nuclear ones, the works! Toward the end she was out of control, screaming and yelling obscenities, wiggling her ass, writhing about with her face on the floor, fucking me as hard as I was fucking her. I beat her ass till it was red all over, flaming with pain, and even then I couldn't stop. I was like a jockey whipping his mount over the finish line and then whipping it into the winner's circle. Nora wanted it all the way to the stable as well. Several times I had to shove my dick deep into her so that the sensitive glands would be protected against stimuli. And while I rested my cock she demanded more action, more pain and humiliation!

My arms grew tired before my cock did. I was hitting her with closed fists to keep her happy, and my cock had become a secondary part of the whole twisted process. Nora was cursing me out from all angles, dragging my ancestry, my relationship with my mother, and my intellect into the fray, and stomping on them ruthlessly. The more she insulted me the more I beat her. I came, and that didn't stop it. Now at least I could pub out and get a good shot at her face. I dragged her up by the hair and snapped her head back to deliver a haymaker. At that point she smiled beatifically and told me I was the greatest lover ever.

"What?" I said, dumbfounded.

"That was beautiful, Joe. You're a real he-man," she said, falling around my neck and kissing me. "Let's do it one more time. I love the way you do me! Come on, once more, what do you say?" Her cunt was moving against my cock most suggestively, and she was rubbing her tits into my chest.

"Er… let's have a cigarette first," I suggested.

"You can smoke while you fuck me," she said feverishly. "I'll get you hard again, Joe, don't worry about that. All you have to do is tell me you want me again. Aren't I the most passionate fuck you've had?"

"Yes, you are that." Damn it! I didn't feel like fucking right then. I was tired, run down, my cock hung between my legs like an old pickle, and on top of all that she didn't make a very pretty sight. Her face was red and swollen, there were bruises all over her arms and shoulders, and her cunt drooled with my sperm. No, I had to recover psychically before I could even hope for an erection. "But you have to give me ten minutes grace before the next bout."

"I'll wait," she said brightly. She lay on the unmade bed and began to play with her pussy. She dipped one finger into her runny hole and then smeared the sperm all over the insides of her cunt, over her belly and her thighs, and when that whole area was greasy she rubbed herself up with both hands. Her body started to undulate, less suggestively than commandingly, and her eyes were fixed on mine. I smoked in earnest. When the cigarette was less than half an inch long Nora started to smile broadly and opened her cunt up for me to enter once more. I couldn't do it! Once was more than enough. There was nothing for it but to throw her out, much as I hated to hurt her feelings.

I was saved by a sudden intrusion. There was a knock on the door, then it opened and in came Peggy. She was a mess. Her dress was in tatters, her corn rowed hair had been pulled at and stuck out every which way, and there were bloody scratches all over her face and other exposed parts of her body. Nora thought it was someone of the same sexual persuasion as herself and took little more notice of her. But I jumped up and took her into my arms. "What happened? Did you have an accident?"

"An accident!" Peggy shook her head and sank down on the bed. She hadn't really noticed Nora, all she cared about was a cigarette and a moment to catch her breath. "They're crazy! Those girls are the type that ought to be locked away from polite society forever! As for Miss Parsons!" She couldn't think of what to say about the leader of the push, so she shook her head and drew deeply on the cigarette I'd lit for her.

"Miss Parsons?" Nora chimed in. "Hey, are you talking about that lady at the school?"

"That's the one," I said dismissively.

"She's the sister of the psychiatrist I go to," Nora announced with a note of triumph in her voice. "Isn't it a small world? The psychiatrist is her younger sister, you know, lovely woman, but a bit strange. Still, they say they're all a bit crazy, right?" Nora laughed, but we didn't join her.

"Hey Nora, listen honey, I've got a lot of business to attend to," I said, picking up her clothes and hand-big them to her. "We'll get together tomorrow maybe, all right? Right now I'll have to ask you to leave."

"Oh… okay, sure," she said moodily. "But you will be here tomorrow? I mean, you're not just saying that?"

"I'll do my best." Nora left, hardly satisfied. I turned back to Peggy and asked her to tell me what had happened. Apparently she had gone to the school and approached Linda through her contact. Linda had played it straight, pretended to believe her story, and taken her to the gym where Peggy was told to strip and wait. Some minutes later the whole club entered the gym and locked the place up. "It was like a hockey team," said Peggy. "They terrified me. All those tough little girls in their uniforms, eyeing me like cats, and before I could stop them they had me tied against the wall bars. Linda was the one who incited them. She told the girls that I was a spy and that they should teach me a good lesson. Oh Joe, it was horrible. They all came at me with their claws out, mean as bobcats, and I'm hurting all over."

"Alright, let it out," I said gently. "You just lie down and rest while I check on Parsons' sister. By the way, did you see Vinnie before you left?"

"Oh yeah, but he was too busy to tell me what he was doing."

"I'll bet," I said.