The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(156)
I have to say that he’s likely correct.
I recently picked up a copy of the San Antonio Star when I went with David for some tack. I read it over on the way home, and I have decided to send a letter to a Miss Ruth Stafford, a stunningly pretty young woman from Charleston, South Carolina. If all goes well, I will send her money to buy a train ticket to the Coleman Station. I certainly do hope that she is not abject to marrying an older man, as she is only 19, and Junior is nearing forty.
“Well, there you have it,” Tyson says. “Proof that Sandra is the matchmaker for two of the matches, and her brother was the third match! I’ve got her now!”
“Good,” said Sally, still wincing.
“Now, I think I want to celebrate. Lay down, nigger,” Tyson commanded her, undoing his trousers once more.
“You only paid for once, Tyson. And I’m too sore right now.”
“I said…LAY DOWN!” Tyson screamed, his eyes popping in his skull, smacking the naked prostitute hard in the face. Sally begins to scream as the animal forces himself on to her, reveling the sadistic power he has over the poor woman.
Chapter 6
Dandy The Defender
At the same time as Sally is being brutalized by the psychotic Tyson Abrams, her former patron, Dandy Darby, is walking into his front door where he immediately smells supper in a cast iron pan.
“You’re late!” Sarah Anne says, visibly upset.
“I know, honey, I’m sorry,” he says. “I had to ride to Voss to let Dwight know that Junior is coming back.”
“You couldn’t have sent someone to let me know!” Sarah Anne says, tears filling her eyes. “I have been so worried about you!”
“I know baby, but you’ve got to trust me when I say that I know how to take care of myself.”
“I know you do, but I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you!” she says, sobbing through her thick Eastern Kentucky accent.
“It’s okay, baby,” he says, hugging her. She is seven months pregnant, and the combination of her big belly and hormones are resulting in her being more emotional than is usual for her. “What’s for supper?” Dandy asks.
“Rabbit with beans and cornbread,” Sarah Anne sobs into his shoulder.
“Sound delicious. Is it ready?”
“Yes, you need to go wash up,” she says, pulling away from him.
“Okay, I will,” he says, stepping outside while Sarah Anne finishes frying the rabbit. Having grown up in the woods and hills of Kentucky, she was a crack shot with a rifle by the time she was eight years old, and killed this rabbit for the sin of eating the tomato plants in her garden. As she cooks, she tries to rub the tears out of her eyes, knowing that she is crying for a silly reason. When Dandy reenters the kitchen, she speaks.
“You said that Junior and Ruth are coming back?”
“Yes, they are.”
“When did you find that out?”
“Today. Junior sent me a telegram,” he answers.
“Okay. Do you really think that he can get that mad-man to shut up?”
“I certainly hope so. If I could, I would arrest him, but he hasn’t broken the law yet, so I can’t take him in.”
“Well, he will before long.”
“I agree. And when he does, I’m going to put him underneath the jail instead of in it. Wouldn’t that be funny though?”
“What?”
“I could shut him in the Atoka Lockup.”
“Okay, and?”
“He’s the jailer out there.”
“Yes, that would be funny…so where will Junior and Ruth stay when they get here?”
“Well, I wanted to ask you…since this house was Juniors, we could let them stay with us.”
“Yeah, that would work.”
“Is that okay with you.”
“Yeah,” she answers. “Look, I want to thank you, Dandy.”
“For what?”
“For defending me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, you once took a bullet for me, and you’ve been doing everything you can to shut up this Abrams fellow, so I want to thank you.”
“Well, honey, I am your husband after all. It’s kind of my job.”
“But it didn’t have to be…thank you.”
“Honey, thank you…you’re my defender!”
“I’m being serious!” she said, getting frustrated with him.
“I know,” he says playfully and pulling her in for a hug. “If you want to thank me so much, you can.”
“Good,” she responds.
“But not verbally…” he says, grinning wickedly.
“How then?”
“By coming to bed with me, right now!” he says, pulling her by the hand toward the bedroom. Sarah Anne revels in her husband’s attraction to her, and immediately feels her slit begin to moisten, her lips filling with blood and becoming so sensitive that she can barely stand it.
Dandy gently removes the only garment that she was wearing, and throws it in the corner of the bedroom, exposing her bare flesh and large, pregnant belly. He bends over and kisses the top of her stomach, where their baby is growing, its birthday quickly approaching.