Betsy Gets Lucky

She nodded, and I steered us toward my apartment.

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Saul looked up in shock and Graham knew exactly which point in the narrative he’d reached.

“She went back to his apartment?!” Saul blurted.

Graham nodded.

“Did she end up like the others?”

“What others?” Graham asked blandly.

“Don’t play coy, Dr. Turner,” Saul said, leaning forward. “Did he kill this Betsy Powell girl too?”

“I’m not being coy, Dr. Moscowitz,” Graham said evenly.

“You sound like you’re defending him.”

“Maybe, maybe not. But you sound like you’ve already judged him.”

“I’ve done no such thing!” Saul said, nearly apoplectic.

Graham inclined his head and let it drop.

“Don’t tell me you actually like him,” Saul accused.

Graham leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers before him. After a moment, he shook his head. “On the surface, he’s very urbane. Charming, actually. I certainly treat him with respect, and he’s always been courteous to me as well, although it’s impossible to tell for sure what his true feelings are.”

“You mean you respect him?”

“I don’t think you understand. I respect him like I’d respect a viper. Only… Howard is far more dangerous than a viper.”

“Well. That’s beside the point,” Saul said irritably. “You still haven’t told me what happened to the girl.”

“Howard tells you himself,” Graham said, pointing to the papers in the other man’s hand. “He actually goes into great detail. I think he was trying to shock me.”

Graham’s smirk was lost on Saul, who bent his head and eagerly continued reading.

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We got to my apartment and I offered her the shower so she could get cleaned up. I told her where the fresh towels were and retreated to the living room. I think she expected me to join her. I thought about it, but decided not to.

When I heard the water running, I went back into my bedroom to put the SIG and the two extra clips in the lockbox I kept next to my bed. I then changed out of my bloody shirt and into a comfortable pair of sweats. As I passed the bathroom door, I hesitated and reached for the knob. Instead of turning it, I decided to wait for her back in the living room.

She appeared wearing a towel around her body and another wrapped around her hair. Her face glowed a shade of pink that only a nearly scalding shower can impart. She looked even more like Cindy than I’d previously thought, and I felt the urge to… Well, I felt the urge.

“I really appreciate what you did for me,” she said.

I blushed and looked away. Can’t show too much eagerness, I thought to myself.

“I don’t know how I’ll ever thank you.”

“No thanks needed,” I said.

She let the towel around her body fall to the floor. She wanted me to look, so I did. Her breasts were firm and round, a little pendulous, but with the springiness that only youth can endow. They were capped with pink nipples, which were already starting to harden.

My eyes trailed down her body—only slightly overweight, I decided. She’d obviously used my razor to trim her pubic hair. Her fleshy labia were pinkish and spreading, pushed apart by her protruding inner lips. She took the towel off her head and dropped it to the floor as well.

“I think I know how to thank you,” she said, seeing the lump forming in my sweatpants.

She sank to her knees and put her hands on my waistband, just as I’d expected.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” I said, putting my hands on hers.

“I want to.”

“I’m serious. I don’t expect anything from you,” I lied glibly.

“That’s why I want to do it. Because you didn’t ask for it. You could have, you know. After what you did for me.”

“I’d never do that,” I said, feigning sincerity.

“Please?”

Works every time. I smiled to myself and took my hands off hers. When she tugged, I lifted my hips to accommodate her and the soft grey pants were quickly around my ankles. Her lips locked around my rising shaft and she sucked me to full erection. As she took me into the back of her throat, I realized she was actually better than Cindy. I leaned against the back of the couch, relaxed, and put my hand on top of her head to direct her motions.

She bobbed up and down, sucking me with a finesse that belied her youth. Her wet hair quickly turned cold against my fingers and thighs, but I didn’t care. She took me to the edge of climax and held me there.

Finally, I thrust my hips up, forcing more of my cock into her mouth, and held her head down. She flinched as the first streamers of my come hit the back of her throat, but quickly adjusted and kept swallowing. When I was done, she pulled off me, panting and grinning, her lips shiny with saliva.

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Later that morning, we were in my bed relaxing.

“So, how old are you?” I asked.

She tensed up, but I stroked my hand down her back and she began to relax. “Eighteen.”

“Sounds like there’s a story there.”

I felt her nod, but she didn’t speak.

“You know I’m not going to judge you,” I said softly, still stroking her. “If you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay.” I started to slide away from her, and that did the trick. The way she’d clung to me when we had sex, I knew she needed the human contact. Threaten her with losing it, and she did what I wanted.

“My stepfather,” she said tentatively.

I let the silence draw out.

“He started in on me when I was fourteen. It was only blowjobs at first. My mom worked nights, she was a nurse, and he’d come home from work just as she was leaving. He’d get half a six-pack in him, and then force me to suck him off. I hated it at first and kept promising myself I’d bite his dick off the next time he stuck it in my mouth.”

She was quiet for a moment, and I pulled her close.

“I never did, though. I guess I got used to it. And when I started to like it, I really hated myself, but he was always so sweet to me afterward. He called me his little angel.” She snorted derisively. “On my fifteenth birthday, he popped my cherry. God, it hurt. He was so big, and he didn’t give a shit about me.

“But after, he got me this real nice silver locket. He started drinking more, though, and he was rougher and rougher with me. To this day, I don’t know what my mom saw in that asshole. Sometimes, he’d fuck her before she left for work, and then he’d make me suck him. I could taste my mom’s pussy on his dick. Talk about a head trip.”

“No kidding,” I said.

“He kept drinking more and more, and when he started passing me around to his poker buddies, I took off. I’ve been on my own ever since,” she said. We were silent for a moment, then she propped herself on one elbow and looked at me. “So, what’s your story?”

“I’m 34 and self-employed. I own a security company,” I said. I had the feeling she’d be a sucker for a sob story, but I didn’t want to play things up too much. “I joined the Marine Corps because that’s what my father wanted.”

“Wow, cool. So you were, like, one of the few, the proud?”

“Semper Fi,” I said. I don’t know why, I thought to myself, but I still like the Corps. Crazy? Maybe. “But the Corps didn’t recognize my abilities quick enough, so I got out after six years.”

“Bummer.”

“Yeah, my dad was pretty angry. The Corps was everything to him. He was a real prick to live with growing up, but he taught me discipline. Sometimes, the hard way.” I put a slight catch in my voice to hint at the abuse I’d suffered at the hands of that maniac. “He was always the very model of the modern Major General,” I said, with enough sarcasm to evoke the sympathetic response I was looking for.

“Wow, you had it pretty bad, huh?”

I was quiet for a calculated moment, and swallowed hard. She rubbed her hand over my chest and I heard her sniffle softly. Women are such suckers when a grown man shows emotion. They eat that shit up. “Yeah,” I said, my voice tight with emotion I didn’t feel. “But that’s all in the past. My parents are dead now.”

“Oh, man. I’m so sorry. How’d it happen?”

“Drunk driver.” I clammed up for a moment, and she hugged herself against me.

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“How did it really happen?” Saul asked.

“How did what happen?”

“How did Bloom’s parents die? I bet it wasn’t a drunk driver.”

Graham shook his head. “His father died when the handgun he was cleaning accidentally went off. Took off the top of his head.”

Saul shook his head sadly.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Graham asked.

Saul looked at him in irritation and gestured for him to continue.

“Howard’s father, Howard Bloom, Senior, was a 28-year veteran of the Marines. Howard wasn’t lying when he told the girl that his father was… um… how did he put it?”

“‘The very model of the modern Major General,’” Saul said, reading.

“That’s right,” Graham said. “I remember now. Gilbert and Sullivan. His father was a Major General in the Marine Corps.”

“So?”

“Do you really think a man with his experience is going to clean a gun without checking, and then double-checking, to make sure it’s unloaded?”

“No,” Saul said heavily. “So what happened?”

“Who knows?”

“Do you think Bloom did it? Junior, I mean?”

“Probably, but the authorities ruled it an accident. After her husband died, Howard’s mother had little reason to live, so she committed suicide about six months later—an overdose of sleeping pills.”

“Do you think Bloom had anything to do with that?” Saul asked.

Graham shrugged. “Who knows?”

“You still haven’t told me what happened with this Powell girl.”

“Keep reading.”

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I was silent for a long time after I told her my parents were dead. When she thought she would “comfort” me, I grinned to myself. Sometimes, it was too easy.

She slithered down my body and started sucking me. I put my hands behind my head and let her take her time. Her lips felt so good that I didn’t want to let her off too easily. After a while, I decided to get hard for her, and she straddled my hips. I think she was surprised when I reached down and played with her clit. She got off pretty quickly, and then rode me until she had another orgasm. Finally, I rolled her over and fucked her hard and fast.

After I came, I buried my face in her shoulder and sort of half-sobbed. She put her arms around me and shushed me. It was all I could do not to laugh at how easily I manipulated her. I let her comfort me some more, but stayed hard inside her. If she had half a brain, she would’ve wondered how I could supposedly be so broken up about my parents and still maintain an erection.

When she had me “calmed down,” I fucked her again, taking my time and really enjoying it. For an 18-year-old, she knew all the tricks.

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Betsy ended up moving in with me for a while. After that first day, she picked up her stuff from the bus station, or wherever she stashed it. It took up only a small corner of my bedroom.

I still had plans for her, but somehow never got around to them. She was always willing to fuck me, but she was more messed up than I first thought. She told me about a lot of the other things her stepfather had done to her, and then how she’d been kicked around since leaving home. Sometimes, I thought to myself, the universe just fucks with people.

I don’t know why she stayed with me, but unlike Cindy, that duplicitous cunt, Betsy was always faithful.

I decided the world was a better place with Betsy in it.

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“So, he let the girl live?” Saul asked bluntly.

“Which girl?” Graham asked, although he knew very well who the other man was asking about. He had taken a dislike to the balding psychiatrist who sat across from him. It bothered him, albeit slightly, that he was enjoying piquing the other man.

Saul frowned.

“You seem like you have a certain level of animosity toward Howard, Dr. Moscowitz.”

“And why shouldn’t I?” Saul asked defensively. “The man is obviously a serial murderer who’s gotten away with it so far. After what he did to this Cindy Claremont and then to the Navy doctor she was involved with, why shouldn’t I have some animosity toward him?”

“The court-martial found Captain Bloom not guilty of the doctor’s murder, Dr. Moscowitz.”

“That’s beside the point,” Saul said crossly. “What do you have to say about these other women, the ones who resembled the Claremont girl, the ones he killed?”

“That’s only my personal supposition,” Graham said coolly.

“The girls are dead, aren’t they?”

Graham nodded.

“You sound like you’re defending him again,” Saul accused.

“I’m not defending him, I’m stating facts.”

“I can’t believe you’ve compromised your objectivity in this manner,” Saul said testily. “I’m going to use my position on the Parole Board to do everything I can to make sure this man spends the rest of his life in an institution.”

“Are you finished?” Graham asked calmly. When he received no reply, he continued. “Dr. Moscowitz, Howard Bloom was convicted of assault in the second degree for the attack on Betsy Powell’s stepfather. The prosecutor said he was happy to get second degree, especially after Howard took the stand during his defense. Nothing you or I can do will change the fact that Howard’s going to get out of prison in another 18 months. Unless he’s convicted of a crime for which we can incarcerate him for the rest of his life, he will walk the streets again!”

Saul rocked back in his chair, clearly stunned by the other man’s vehemence.

“As a matter of fact,” Graham continued remorselessly, “I agree with you. Howard Bloom is a violent sociopath. But the fact remains that he has never been convicted of a crime more heinous than second degree assault! He’ll get caught, eventually. But in the meantime, I’m not going to make myself a target by gratuitously antagonizing him.”

“Well,” Saul said hotly, “you may be gutless, but I’m going to do everything in my power to see him institutionalized.”

Graham shook his head sadly. “He’s going to get out, Doctor. When he does, I pray he doesn’t come looking for me. And if you poke a caged animal, don’t be surprised at what happens when there are no longer bars protecting you.”

End

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Edited by Ruthie

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