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Bold Moves - Part 2 - Final |
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By Margo Perry
“Governor, can I speak to you in private?”
“Certainly, Max. Come with me. We can speak in my office.”
Why did you have to go and open your mouth? Now, you’re into it.
The Governor started across the patio. He was tall, portly and carried his Hitchcockian paunch with pride and a sprightly step. Everything about the man was impressive from his shaggy beard and matching silvery shock of hair, to his pronounced brow and intense violet eyes … Elizabeth’s eyes, and he was leaving Max behind. Max rushed after him, feeling like a water ski bouncing off-balance in the wake of a high powered craft.
“Wait one minute! Where do you guys think you’re going?”
Elizabeth’s voice was shrill. Annoying. Max had been touched by the way she’d rushed to console Walter. He was conversely appalled by the ease with which she seemed ready to abandon Walter as soon as she’d heard him ask to speak to the Governor in private.
“You must know that you can’t get away from me that easily,” she cooed into her father’s ear.
Max was awed at the immediate change in the Governor’s demeanour. His eyes turned a soft greyish-blue and his cheeks blushed with delight as he maypoled himself around Elizabeth’s little finger.
What have you gotten yourself into?
All of a sudden, Max wasn’t at all sure.
Despite rain and dark clouds, when he’d picked up Jack and Junior Burns this morning, he’d felt freedom in the wind at his back. His limo gig more than handled his bills, his music more than filled his soul, and Elizabeth Carleton was his student and friend. His lovers were older women. Independent women. Women who didn’t live in mansions or have Governors for fathers.
Now, less than twelve hours later, he’d cast himself as Max, Private Eye, embroiled himself in some damning conspiracy, and allowed himself to be thoroughly and enthusiastically seduced by his now lover, Elizabeth. If that wasn’t enough, he was about to present the Governor with a video that Max had probably taped illegally and would upset the Governor no end.
“Come along, then. What can we do for you Max?”
“I know what he wants to tell you. It’s about us! We’re an item. A done deal. He belongs to me and I’ll never let him go.”
Max looked on in horror as the Governor and Elizabeth, hand in hand, turned their full attention on him. Her eyes brimmed with puppy love, while the Governor’s turned slate grey with anger and confusion.
“This morning you were engaged to that weakling Junior Burns and this afternoon you’ve switched over to Max? Are you mad?”
Max felt uncomfortably like a patient in a hospital being talked about, not to.
“No, I’m happy. I know it’s sudden, but I know what I’m do . . ,” Elizabeth started.
“The point is,” the Governor interrupted, “I don’t have a clue what you’re doing and I don’t want to know. Did you hear what I said about what’s happening to Walter? He’s a candidate for Mayor and he’s been falsely charged with sexual harassment. His whole life’s work is hanging in the balance. Did you hear? Do you care?”
Max watched Elizabeth’s eyes moisten. In her long skirt and tank top, she looked like an unhappy eighteen year old, an eighteen year old with enormous, perfect and very adult breasts, and Max could feel his system heating up again. His balls began to tingle, his cock lurched and his head began to swim a little.
This is a girl who doesn’t like to disappoint her daddy.
Never mind all that, Max told himself, jumping to take advantage of the change of subject.
“Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about, Sir. Walter. Not me or Elizabeth.”
“Then let’s hear what you have to say!”
Because of Elizabeth’s impulsive announcement about their relationship, the Governor had built a solid wall around himself that Max now had to find his way around. Thankfully, he had also distanced himself a few feet from his daughter.
“It’s about Jack and Junior Burns and something I overheard in my limo this morning,” Max whispered in the Governor’s ear. “It might have something to do with Walter and it certainly has something to do with Elizabeth. Something you might not want her to know about. We really should talk in private.”
“Fair enough. Come along then,” he said to Max. “And you, Daughter, stay here. If you can’t keep Walter company, go and amuse yourself somewhere.”
Max had to dash after the now even faster moving Governor, across the sunroom adjoining the patio and along the high-ceilinged echoing hall. Max couldn’t tell which was louder in his ears: the sound of their footfalls on the shining hardwood floor or the beating of his own heart. Inside his office, the Governor closed the door and crossed the room to sit behind his desk, gesturing Max toward the chair opposite.
“Now, what’s this all about?”
The Governor caught and held Max’s gaze. He leaned across his desk, his meaty fingers clenched too tightly for prayer. Max felt something bigger than respect, something imbued with fear. This man would do anything to protect those he loved, especially Elizabeth or Walter, and Max felt naked and vulnerable in his presence.
Keep cool. Stick to the facts and tell the truth.
Max reached into his pocket, pulled out his cell, and placed it on the desk.
“Under usual circumstances, I safeguard my client’s privacy with my life, but as soon as I heard those jokers whisper your daughter’s name, I paid attention. Okay, I more than paid attention. I taped every word out of Jack and Junior Burns’ mouths.”
As soon as the Governor heard Jack and Junior Burns’ names, he sat back frowning. His lips tightened into a thin line and a nervous twitch attached itself to his neck.
“Is this it?” he asked, fingering Max’s cell phone.
“Yes, but I warn you. It’s quite an indictment.”
Max waited as the Governor viewed the video. The silence in the room was ominous. As he watched, the Governor’s shoulders hunched and his fingers tapped a rapid nervous rhythm on his desk. Rage reddened his face. He was a man poised for fight or flight.
“Does Elizabeth know anything about this? Has she seen this crap?” he asked, slamming the phone shut. “Is this how you got her to sleep with you and pledge eternal love?”
“If you know your daughter at all, nobody gets her to sleep with them. She does the getting. And her decision to end her relationship with Junior Burns had nothing to do with me. So, no,” Max said, his voice much louder and more frigid than he’d meant. “I was simply hoping that we could take care of the matter ourselves and spare her the ugly details. But that’s up to you.”
A cold war was escalating between the two men, but Max no longer cared. He wasn’t the kind of man who took advantage of women. He didn’t have to and he wouldn’t. Further, he wasn’t the kind of man who accepted being falsely accused. He took his cell from the desk, pocketed it, and stood up.
“Good luck to you, Sir. And to Elizabeth. Tell her goodbye for me.”
Max was in full flight, reaching for the door, when the Governor stopped him. Max paused, but his mind kept racing.
Just keep moving. You started this mess. You have to see it through. Right is right. This Elizabeth thing is too rich for your blood. Get the hell out of here! It’s not about you or Elizabeth. It’s about what’s being done to poor Walter!
“Please wait. Please come back. I had no right to speak to you that way. This Walter thing has me crazy.”
The Governor’s words, bleeding with pain, seemed to have been wrenched from his throat. His usually boisterous tone was thready and halting. Elizabeth had told him that Walter had been the Governor’s best friend since childhood and the depth of his caring was palpable. Max didn’t have to think. He quickly re-crossed the room and resumed his seat.
“I’ve had to bring up that child alone since her mother passed away. Heart attack. No warning. Elizabeth was nine. I haven’t been able to deny her much since then. I’ve spoiled her rotten and I know I’m overly-protective. I’ve made a mess of it, I’m afraid.”
“Elizabeth’s a lovely girl,” Max said. “Spirited. You’ve done a great job.”
“Anyway, I know that you’ve had plenty of time to take advantage of Elizabeth. I knew the day that you took over her piano studies that she wanted you to. Told me as much. But you never did.”
Max allowed the Governor’s thoughts to hang in the air. As wonderful as his erotic afternoon with Elizabeth had been, as hot as it had been, Max was feeling claustrophobic. Things had moved so fast that Max was afraid of losing the core of the sweet, simple life he’d so carefully constructed.
“The silver lining to all this is that Papa’s boy, Junior Burns, will never walk my daughter down the aisle. You know, I never understood that connection.”
“Nor did Elizabeth. She claims that they’re not even attracted to each other,” Max said, his voice thoughtful. “It’s my guess that Jack Burns shoved those two together for his own political purposes. I suspect he wants Junior to be Mayor much more than Junior does.”
“All Junior seems to want, from what I could see, is to fuck his little chippie. Could the girl be pregnant?”
Max was determined to be careful. “They did refer to some operation, but that could mean anything. What disturbed me more was Jack Burns referring to the woman TJ as part of a plot.”
“Yes,” the Governor said, pulling on his beard, “and it all seemed to center around the Mayoral race.”
“And the fact that you’re backing Walter,” Max added.
The Governor gazed into the distance. “I don’t give a fig about TJ and Junior, but I do care if they’re involved in destroying Walter’s reputation and election chances. Let’s show this film to Walter. See if he’s ever seen this woman.”
“I’ve seen this woman,” Max said. “I can’t remember where or when, but I’ve seen her. I’ve been struggling to place her all day.”
“Think man,” the Governor encouraged. “Hopefully you had a good connection. Maybe she would talk to you. Tell you what she knows. She’d never talk to me.”
“I’d be willing to try, but it might be difficult if we’re going to keep Elizabeth out of it. You know your daughter.”
“I’ll handle Elizabeth and if Walter fingers TJ, you can take my car. See what you can find out. I’d be very, very grateful.”
Just then, Elizabeth burst through the door. “So, Daddy, what do you think about me and Max?”
She flew across the room and into her father’s lap, flinging her arms around his neck. Max couldn’t help being touched by the affection that so readily flowed between them. He made up his mind, there and then, that if the Governor had any misgivings about his new relationship with Elizabeth, he’d end it. Max would never cause friction between this father and daughter.
“You have a one track mind! Nobody’s talking about you and Max. Max is helping me with something important, something concerning Walter.”
“I’ll drive. Max doesn’t have a car.”
Elizabeth got up and started toward Max.
“Max can handle it,” her father said. “Come back here and talk to me. Would you mind taking it from here?” the Governor asked Max. “I’d like to spend some time with my daughter.”
“As you wish, Sir.”
Elizabeth stood pouting in the middle of the office, her enormous breasts heaving with frustration. The Governor sat, smiling at her indulgently. And Max escaped, waving before shutting the door quietly and firmly behind himself.
Once in the hall, he felt enormous relief. If there was one thing he didn’t want to handle right now, it was Elizabeth. The Governor had insisted on handling this situation without her involvement, which was fine for him to say. But, as far as Max was concerned, she had tools to be used against him. Round, humongous, soft and spongy breasts that she would gladly use to elicit any and all information from him and he’d never again pretend that he could resist her or them. Let the Governor handle her. He’d had a lifetime of experience. Besides, Max had enough on his plate.
Max retraced his steps and found Walter sitting in the sunroom, fully engrossed in a stack of reading materials.
“Sorry to disturb you,” Max said, “but the Governor has asked me to share something with you. Something I uncovered this morning that might shed some light on your predicament.” Max took out his phone, set it up, and passed it to Walter. “Please have a look at this.”
Walter’s face said it all. He was horrified. “That’s her. That’s Talia James. But what’s she doing with Junior Burns? What about Elizabeth? I don’t want her hurt by any of this. Being mayor means nothing to me if it’s going to cause Elizabeth any pain.”
Max felt a sudden affection for the man. He would make a great Mayor. He was a man used to putting others ahead of himself.
“Elizabeth is fine,” Max assured Walter. “She’s with her father and knows nothing about any of this. She’s decided to dump Junior Burns for her own reasons, so that’s not in issue. Now, tell me about Talia James.”
“My secretary took a few months off to help take care of her new grandson and Talia was her temporary replacement. She was good, hardworking. I liked her. Until she claimed I’d sexually harassed her.”
“What evidence did she have?”
“Not much. A picture that looked much more intimate than it was. I found her crying at her desk one evening and asked if she needed somebody to talk to. She seemed to be having boyfriend troubles. She was pregnant and afraid to tell him, afraid that his family would reject her and she’d be left to bring up the baby alone. I believed her. Felt sorry for her. I took her to dinner and that’s when they got the pictures: one of us holding hands, and another when I hugged her after I dropped her off at her place. I tell you, Max, right to the bitter end, I liked her. I thought she was a good woman. A little banged up, but good.”
“Where did you drop her off?” Max asked.
“Skyway Heights, that condo next to the airport. I remember thinking that that was some high living for a temp, but it was none of my business.”
“She’s a professional escort,” Max said.
“No kidding,” Walter said. “How do you know?”
“Because that place is home to the most beautiful call girls in the city,” Max said. “And where else would Jack Burns go if he wanted a girl to do his nefarious bidding? He’d go to a pro.”
I remember. I remember Talia James!
“What’s the next move?” Walter asked. “How do we get proof?”
“I have Junior’s cell number. I’m going to try to get hold of them. Show them what I’ve got and try to persuade them to tell the truth. That’s the only way.”
“You’d do that?” Walter asked. “For us?”
“In a heartbeat,” Max said. “You shouldn’t suffer for something you didn’t do.”
“God bless you,” Walter said.
Max searched out Junior’s number and dialled. It rang a few times before Talia answered.
“Hello, may I speak to Talia James?”
Speaking.
“My name is Max. I’m the limo driver who took Jack and Junior Burns to the airport this morning. I’m also a good friend of Governor Carleton and Walter Branston and I need to see you and Junior. Pronto. You’ve been very naughty kids and I have proof.”
We’re out of town. I’ll have Junior call you when we get back.
Max could feel his chances slipping away and instinct kicked in.
“The Skyway is not out of town. Now, tell Junior that I want the two of you to meet me in half an hour at my place. #2 Shore Road. Tell him now. I’ll wait. Tell him that my next call will be to the police.”
Max couldn’t believe how much he was getting off on all this cloak and dagger stuff. He really fancied himself as Max, the dick. He could hear Talia screaming and Junior whining in the distance.
“Papa will kill us if we go talk to him.”
“I don’t care what your Papa says. He’s got us doing all kinds of crap and I’ve had it! I have a baby to think about!”
Talia seemed near-hysteria.
“Hang up. I want to call Papa.”
“Call your Papa all you want. I’m going to meet Max and start taking care of myself and my baby. Do what you want to do!”
Max?
“I’m still here.”
Are you the driver that picked me up on my birthday? About four years ago?
“Yes, that was me.”
“I’ll leave now and be at your place in about twenty minutes. I’ll tell you all you need to know.”
“Good. Try and get Junior to come. I’ll see you soon.”
“She’s on her way to my beach house and seems more than willing to spill her guts. Looks like we’re in luck. Sounds to me like Papa Burns has set this whole thing up and it’s going south on him. Junior doesn’t want any part of me, but Talia sounds determined to turn this thing around. She is pregnant and I think you’re right about her being intrinsically decent. She wants a life that’s good for her baby.”
“I don’t know what we’d do without you. There certainly isn’t enough to go to the police with.”
“Hopefully this won’t take too long. Tell the Governor what’s going on. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“Thanks again and good luck, Max.”
“See you.”
The Governor’s driver was waiting when Max walked out of the front door of the mansion.
“I’m to take you wherever you want to go and wait. My name’s George.”
“Mine’s Max and I’m a fellow limo driver, so this is quite the luxury. I’ll have to take you for a ride sometime.”
Both men laughed and Max climbed into the back seat.
The drive down was the antithesis of the morning’s run: the roads were dry, the starry sky clear and the traffic moved at a quick and even pace. George was tuned into Max’s favourite classical radio station and he could feel his brain begin to relax.
Talia James. It had been a long time.
Max had gotten the call at about nine o’clock one evening about five years ago. He’d picked up Talia, and three equally gorgeous girlfriends, at the Skyway and driven them to the Vintage Wine Store, the Gourmet Palate and then back to their condo. They were celebrating Talia’s birthday and he remembered them teasing her about her ambitions. She wanted to be a writer and refused to do anything, but escort, despite all the money she could have made on ‘extras’, as they’d called it. Max had thought of her as a sad, sweet, beautiful doll who deserved a real soft place to rest her head. All four women had turned him on, but Talia, with her sweet smile and gorgeous tits, had really done in his head. He’d wanted her. Bad. And had later fleetingly considered looking her up. Now he was glad that he had done no such thing.
He couldn’t imagine the woman in his head callously accusing any innocent person of wrongdoing. But what did he know? She was a pro. She might have become anything in five years. Anyway, she wasn’t his concern. His focus was on getting her to tell him about Walter Branston.
As the limo eased to a stop right behind his, Max worried that this lap of his adventure might be leading into even deeper waters than the slush he was already wading in. But there was no time for musings. Talia was waiting, sitting on the same porch chair that he’d found Elizabeth perched on earlier.
“Thanks, George, and you don’t have to wait. I have my car. I’ll take it from here.”
“If you’re sure.”
“I’m sure and call me anytime. I owe you a ride.”
Max could understand why it had taken time to recall Talia. She’d lost about forty pounds, her once brown hair was now bleached blonde, and her face had lost its innocence. She’d been pretty years ago. Now she was devastatingly attractive in a very sexy, edgy way. Her tits were even bigger than Max remembered and he put himself on guard. There was something about this woman to be feared. She made you want to take care of her and fuck her at the same time. There was something in her blue limpid eyes that made a man feel like a man and want to prove it to her.
Max walked toward the porch. Talia looked smaller and more vulnerable in her jeans, T-shirt and sneakers. Her face was devoid of make-up and her hair was brushed back in a ponytail.
“Where’s Junior?” Max asked.
“He’s not coming. He called his father and his father ordered us to stay away from you.”
“But you’re here,” Max said.
“I remembered you when I saw you this morning. I was just praying that you wouldn’t remember me. And when you called and said you were a friend of Mr. Branston . . ..”
Her voice drifted away, as though she were too weary to continue speaking.
“Sexual harassment is a very damaging charge, especially for a man running for public office. And you screwed the wrong man, a good man, somebody this town needs as Mayor. Why did you do it?”
Talia just sat there, her folded arms protecting the small round of her bulging belly.
Be careful. The woman’s pregnant.
Max moved quickly to open his door.
“Please come in,” he said.
Talia followed Max in and sat on a couch. She stared out, past the trees to the ocean, a shiny onyx sheet glimmering in the night.
“May I have a glass of water?”
“Of course,” Max said.
He grabbed a litre of water from the fridge and two glasses. He sat them on the coffee table, in front of Talia, and joined her on the couch.
“Would I be right in saying that you’ve found yourself in over your head?” He watched her nod, as she filled both their glasses. “Then let me help you. Nobody’s going to believe anything you or Junior or Jack have to say. Not after they get a load of this.”
Max showed her the tape. Her eyes widened with fear and then misted. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“I didn’t want to do it, but Jack Burns had me over a barrel. He found out that I was still on a visitor’s visa and threatened me and the girls, our whole operation, if I didn’t help set up Mr. Branston. All Mr. Branston ever did was to take me to dinner when I was upset. I told Junior and Jack Burns did the rest. Made nothing look like something.”
“So what are we going to do about this?” Max asked.
“All I care about is my baby,” Talia said, rubbing her tummy. “I just want to fix all this and start anew. I just got to tell somebody. Junior and I have fallen in love. We’re having a baby and all his father cares about is Junior marrying the Governor’s daughter. Jack thinks we were going away to have an abortion, but we just couldn’t. We want our baby. I’ve finished with the business. I just want to marry Junior and be happy. Maybe go back to school some day. Here, I’ll give you a statement. You can film it. I’ll do anything you want.”
The poor girl burst into tears. Max held her, letting her cry it out. He could feel her glorious breasts pressing into him. This time, they touched his heart, not his groin, and Max was grateful for that very large mercy.
“What’s going on here?” Junior burst through the door screaming, his fists pounding the air. “What are you trying to do to my woman!”
“Your woman?” Max said, releasing Talia. “Maybe now we’re getting somewhere.”
“Don’t be foolish, Junior. Max was comforting me, doing your job. And I’ve told him everything. I’m going to call that lawyer your dad sent me to and get this damn case thrown out.”
“But, my dad . . .”
“Your dad can suck a big one. Can I borrow your phone, Max?”
Max passed it to her and both men listened while she called her lawyer and put an end to the whole ordeal.
“You don’t have to say anything more,” Max said. “I’ve got our whole conversation on tape.”
“That’s fine with me,” she said.
“Good. I’ll do all I can for you, but Jack Burns is another matter.”
“Couldn’t you leave Papa out of this?”
“I’m sorry, Junior. Your father has put Walter Branston in an impossible situation and he’s going to have to pay. Anyway, I have to get back to the mansion. Are you alright to drive, Junior?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
The three of them left the house and walked around to where their cars were parked. Max started to climb into the car, but stopped and looked at the two of them.
“You’ve got to decide what you want, Junior. You’re having a baby and your woman needs you to stand up like a man. If you promise to do that, I’ll put in a good word for you. Your father is only a man and you’re going to have to teach him how to respect you and your new family.”
Junior looked terrified, but he nodded his head. He held on to Talia’s arm, opened his car door, and guided her into the passenger seat.”
They’ll be alright.
Max got back to the mansion in record time. Elizabeth was waiting, livid that he’d gone off without telling her what was going on.
“Where were you?” she screamed, her eyes flashing as she circled Max with feral intensity.
“You’re spoiled, daughter, and I’m ashamed of your attitude,” the Governor boomed. “Max has been trying to save this family a world of trouble and spare you a world of hurt. And all you can do is bitch and moan. Now sit and be quiet. I don’t want to hear you.”
Elizabeth dropped into the nearest chair. Max could tell that she wasn’t used to her father disciplining her in any way. He smiled to himself. It looked good on her.
“How did you make out?” Walter asked.
“Better than we could have hoped.”
It took about ten minutes to debrief them on all the goings on. The Governor and Walter were properly grateful. They pumped Max’s hand, thumped his back, and beamed at him proudly. Nobody mentioned the Junior/TJ connection.
“Can we drive back down to the beach?” Elizabeth asked.
Max looked to the Governor who nodded his approval.
“Let’s meet there. I have a run in the morning, so you’ll need your own car.”
The night was unseasonably warm. Max let himself in and left the door open for Elizabeth. He couldn’t wait to be with her again. She might be spoiled, but she was the light of his life. He stood by the window, running his hands over a life-sized mahogany sculpture of a reclining voluptuous female, a woman with large breasts, a small waist and long limbs.
It cost you a fortune and you only bought it because it looked like her.
Max’s knees buckled when he heard the roar of her Mustang, but he resisted the urge to rush to greet her. She’d been a pain and he refused to reward her bad behaviour.
She came up behind him and encircled him with her arms. He spun away from her, moving behind to pin her against the sculpture.
“See her. Feel her. Doesn’t she look like you?” he asked, covering Elizabeth’s hand with his own, tracing the woman’s neck and shoulders, down over her breasts. “But she’s not you,” he continued. “This woman doesn’t make life hard for a person when he’s trying to help her.”
“Help me?! All you’ve done is ignore me ever since we got to the mansion. You’ve been helping the Governor and Uncle Walter. Not me!”
“Oh, no,” Max said. He took his phone from his pocket and opened it. He kept Elizabeth pressed against the wood, his hard cock labouring through her skirt, as he forced her to watch the film they’d been scrupulously keeping from her all day.
He could hear her snivelling, but it didn’t stop him.
“I love you, woman. Feel what you do to me.”
He pulled up her skirt, as his hot breath spit into her ear. “Feel this!” He wiggled his fingers inside her panties and began to stroke her wet pussy.
“Don’t you know what happens to bad little girls? You might wind your daddy around your fingers, but you’re not going to do that to me.”
“Oh, but I will and there’s nothing you can do about it,” Elizabeth said.
She grabbed Max’s hand and placed it over her rubbery extended nipple, sighing with pleasure as he began to massage her bounteous tit-flesh. She ground her ass in circles over Max’s hard and leaking cock. Max fingered her pussy lips, now swollen with lust, as she groped his cock with her ass cheeks.
“I told you,” she chanted. “You love me. You lust me. And you can’t deny me anymore than daddy can.”
She began to laugh and Max, tilting her farther over the wooden torso, smacked her backsides with his open hand. He loved the sound. He loved the feel of her rump rebounding under her silken panties, reddening beneath his corporal attentions. He gave her two more good ones, loving her whimpering.
“That’s what your father should have done, a long time ago.”
Whack! He smacked her again and again and she giggled and cried, yelled for him to stop and not to stop, in senseless passion-filled sequences.
When he could take no more, Max ripped her panties from her and took her from behind, relentlessly shoving his cock into her pussy, pressing and bouncing her giant titties against smooth wood. She bounded back into him, a determined woman taking back her man, fucking him with as much ferocity as he was fucking her.
“Fuck my ass,“ she screamed. “Really punish me. Fuck my virgin ass!”
“No, you don’t give orders here!” Max roared.
Excitement and authority kept him going a long time. He placed her fingers on her clit and she began to rub, driving herself crazier. He felt her muscles contract around his cock, massaging, releasing, contracting. He bellowed, erupting inside her, and she came, screaming her orgasm before they both slid to the floor, panting.
It took them a while to gather themselves.
“I wonder if anybody posed for this?” Elizabeth asked, running her hand over the woman’s hip. “It does look a little like me.”
“A lot like you. That’s why I bought it. You’ve been in my head for a long time.”
“And you in mine.”
The old grandfather clock upstairs chimed midnight.
“No more messes,” Elizabeth said. “No more spoiled daddy’s girl. I promise.”
Max held her close, stroking her hair.
“You know what will happen if you’re naughty,” Max said, fondling her ass.
“That still stings,” she said, wriggling provocatively. “That was another bold move of yours.”
“I love you, Elizabeth.”
“I love you, Max. The tide is low again, Let’s go back to the cave and make love in the moonlight.”
They strolled down the beach, hand in hand, love lighting their way.
The End |