Chapter 27
She nodded.
He glanced around the room. "Not bad."
"It's real nice," she said. She looked at him. "You know, I never stayed in a real fancy hotel like this before."
He laughed and got to his feet. "Come on. Let's go down and get some food. Then I've got some shopping to do."
He stood in front of the long mirror and looked at himself. The suit looked well on him, dark gray with a thin pin stripe. He turned to Tess. ''What do you think?"
Before she could answer, the clerk spoke eagerly. 'The latest New York style, sir. Notice the reverse pleats on the trousers. Genuine real wool with silk lining. Only fourteen ninety-five with one pair of pants, seventeen fifty with two."
"Mighty handsome," Tess said.
"Fll take it," Daniel said. "With two pairs of pants. How long will it take to put on the cuffs?"
"Ten minutes, sir?"
"Good. While Fm waiting, I want three s.h.i.+rts, Arrows, two white, one blue, three pairs of black socks, three pairs B.V.D.'s and a pair of black shoes and a dark tie with a gray or red slant stripe."
A broad smile split the clerk's face. "Yes, sir. And we'd be pleased if you'd accept the tie as our gift. We hke to take care of our good customers."
Fifteen minutes later, Daniel was knotting the tie in front of the mirror. The clerk held the jacket while he slipped into it.
"If I may make a suggestion, sir?" the clerk said tentatively.
"Yes?"
"Just one thing missing. A hat. We're direct agents for Adam Hats of New York and have a special on the new snap-brim style. One ninety-five."
When Daniel left the store, the hat sat squarely on his head. They walked carefully under the overhang of the buildings. He didn't want to get too much rain on it the first time he wore it. Tess hung proudly on one arm. He was a real good-looking man.
A few doors down was a sporting-goods store. Dan- iel stopped abruptly and looked into the window. It was filled with rifles and shotguns. "Let's go in here," he said.
She followed him into the store. He went to the man behind the counter in the rear of the store. ''Howdy," the man said. ''What can I do for you?"
"I'm interested in a handgun. Nothing too big."
"Twenty-two caliber,.38,.45?"
"I'd prefer a.38, but it depends on the size."
The man nodded. He took a ring of keys from his pocket and unlocked a drawer beneath the counter. He placed a long-barreled Colt Police Positive on the counter. "What do you think of that?"
Daniel shook his head. "Too big."
The man exchanged it for a Smith & Wesson Military and Police Model. He looked at Dan. Again Dan shook his head. "How about a Colt Government Automatic?"
"Don't like them," Daniel said. "Used them in the army. They don't shoot where you point 'em. Kick's too hard, anyway."
"Only got one other, then, in.38. If that don't do you, you'll have to go to a.22."
"Let me see it."
This time the man came up with a small leather case. Respectfully he opened it. The gun was silver-blue s.h.i.+ning metal, and the grips mother-of-pearl. "Smith and Wesson Snub-nose.38 Terrier," he said reverently. "Comes complete with real leather shoulder holster. It's expensive, though."
Daniel looked at it. "How much?"
"Thirty-nine fifty."
"That is expensive," Daniel said. He picked it up and hefted it. "Doesn't feel like much."
"It's a fooler. It can do anything the big one can do. An' better."
Daniel broke the gun and spun the cylinder with his thumb. Then he snapped it closed and held it up. "Give me a price."
The man hesitated a moment. "Thirty-five."
''You can do better."
"Thirty-two fifty. That's the bottom."
"Got a test range?"
"Down in the cellar." He pressed a b.u.t.ton under the counter. A young man in grease-stained work clothes came out of the back room. He gave the gun to the young man, together with a handful of cartridges. "Take the gentleman downstairs. He wants to try the gun."
They followed the young man down a flight of steps at the back of the store. At the bottom of the landing he switched on a light. There was a brightly lit shooting range at the far end, a white paper mounted circle target on a stand resting against sandbags. The young man gave the gun and six cartridges to Daniel.
Quickly Daniel loaded the gun. He spun the cylinder, tested the trigger for tension, then c.o.c.ked
"Hold the nose down," the young man said. "It spins up about one foot in every twenty. The range is thirty feet."
"That's not so good," Daniel said.
"Snub nose," the workman said. "Got to give up something to get the size. It's okay, though. You get used to it real quick."
Daniel squinted down the barrel and squeezed off one shot. The gun kicked slightly. He checked the target. He had missed it completely.
"Hold it down," the workman said. "Aim with the hammer, not the muzzle."
Again Daniel squeezed off one shot. This time he hit the outer rim of the target. He nodded and fired off the remaining shots in rapid succession. Three were dead center, one just slightly off. He gave the gun back to the workman. "Okay," he said.
He turned to Tess. She was staring at him, her face pale. He reached out and took her arm. She was trem-bUng. ''You aU right?" he asked.
She took a deep breath. ''Yeah."
He held her arm while they went back upstau-s. "I'll take it if you throw in a box of cartridges," he told the man behind the counter.
"Can't do that," the man said. "But I'll throw in the cleaning rag and rod and a bottle of oil."
"Deal," Daniel said. "And I'll take a box of cartridges."
"Okay." The man pulled out a form. "Regulations," he said apologetically. "Got to fill out this form with your name, address and identification."
"No problem." Daniel took out his wallet and placed his driver's license on the counter. "That do?"
The man nodded. "Give me one minute to fill it out; then I'll clean the gun out for you."
While he waited for the man to finish the form, Daniel took off his jacket and put on the shoulder holster and cinched the cross strap tight. By the time he had it comfortable, the man had the form filled out and the gun clean.
"That'll be thirty-seven fifty with a box of fifty cartridges."
Daniel counted out the money and took the gun from the man's hand. Quickly he loaded it and slipped it into the holster, then put on his jacket. He patted the jacket. It fell smoothly across the gun as if there were nothing there at all.
They went back into the street. He looked at his wrist.w.a.tch. "It's early yet. Want to take in a movie before we go back to the hotel?"
She shook her head. "No," she said in a strained voice. "Let's go back to the hotel right away."
There was surprise in his voice. "You sure you're aU right?"
A hint of annoyance came into her voice. "I'm jes' fine, stupid. But jest how long do you think you kin keep a lady waitin'?"
''Better git me a towel from the bathroom," she said.
''What for?"
"It don't look nice to have your come all over the sheets."
"Hotels expect that," he said. "Even married folks ^f.u.c.k more when they go to a hotel than when they're at home."
"You sound like you know. You ever been married?"
He shook his head. "Never."
"How come?"
"Never been in one place long enough to feel settled down, I reckon."
"Didn't you never want to git married?"
"I thought about it. Maybe, someday."
"I was married twice."
"I know," he said. "You told me."
She felt her nipples harden and a flush came up into her cheeks as she remembered what they had done. "And in none of them times did I ever do the things I did with you."
"Whatrf/Wyoudo?"
"You know. Just f.u.c.k. Stick it in. Sometimes from the front, sometimes from the back-that's all. I never frenched a man before."
He laughed. "It wasn't so bad, was it?"
She laughed with him. "No." She looked up into his eyes. "Was I all right?" she asked shyly.
"You were just fine," he said. "If you hadn't told me, I would have thought you'd been doing it all your life."
"I have," she said suddenly. "Inside my head. But I was always afraid to do it to my husbands because they might think I was a wh.o.r.e."
"Too bad you didn't," he said. "You might have still been married."
"I'm glad I didn't," she said quickly, "Neither of them was a lovin' man like you are. They was jes' f.u.c.kers."
He took a sip of whiskey from his gla.s.s. "Want a drink?"
"No, thanks." She picked up her robe from the floor where it had fallen and put it on as she slipped out of bed. She started past him for the bathroom. "Fm gom' to take a bath."
He put his hand on her arm and stopped her. "Don't take a bath."
"Why?"
"I like the smell of your c.u.n.t all over you."
"Oh, Jesus!" She saw the appet.i.te in his eyes. "You're makin' me all wet ag'in."
He laughed and reached for her hand. "Look what you're doing to me."
Her hand closed around his growing hardness. A weakness came into her legs, and she didn't need his hands on her shoulders pus.h.i.+ng her down to her knees on the carpet before him. He guided himself into her open mouth. He kept one hand on the back of her head. "Cup my b.a.l.l.s and squeeze them," he said.
She felt them turn into heavy rocks in her hands, then suddenly contract. His s.e.m.e.n spattered into her mouth and down her throat. She felt herself choking, almost gagging as she tried to swallow the flooding from him. Then, when she thought she couldn't take any more, it was over.
Still gasping for breath, the comers of her mouth and chin covered with him, she looked up. "I never knew a man like you."
He looked down at her without answering. He reached for the whiskey and tossed the rest of the drink down his throat, then reached down to raise her to her feet.
"No." She shook her head. "Hit me first. Slap my face."
"Why?"
**Because I want you to make me feel like a wh.o.r.e. Because if'n I don't feel like a wh.o.r.e with you, I'm goin' to fall in love with you."
His open hand caught her on the cheek and she sprawled on the floor on her side, one heavy breast falling from her open robe, crushed against the floor by her heaving chest. Slowly her fingers reached up to touch her cheek. The white imprint of his hand was still there and slowly turning red and flushed. She stared up at him almost angrily. ''Every time," she said.
He didn't speak.
"Every time you f.u.c.k me, you do that," she said. ''So I don't fergit where I'm at."
For a moment he didn't move. Then he reached down and helped her to her feet. "Get dressed," he said almost gently. "We better have dinner if we want to get an early start in the morning."