Free Sintown Chronicles I: Behind Closed Doors by Sr. David O. Dyer

lowered her bottom, rolled on a condom held in her hand, and impaled herself. She grasped his wrists and forced his hands to her tempting breasts.
    Oh, God, she thought. He's so small. She rolled her firm, rounded buttocks in tight little circles.
    Hang on, he pleaded with himself. Don't explode yet. It's been so long.
    He lost the internal struggle, as he always did with his former wife, but Sandra beat him to the punch with the primordial scream.
    She collapsed, pressing her breasts against his chest.
    Man, that was great of her to pretend, he thought.
    How the hell did that happen? she wondered.
    That night Sandra crawled into Tim's bed. He protested. “That's my side of the bed. You have to sleep on the left.”

Chapter Five

    Tim buttered both pieces of toast, took a bite, said “Sandy,” swallowed, and continued, “I'm going to spend the day in my study—probably the rest of the week."
    “ Your study?"
    “That came out rather smoothly, didn't it?” Tim smiled. “It is technically my study now, but I want to do some things to personalize it."
    “You really like that room, don't you? You brighten up like a lightening bug every time you go into it."
    “Spooky, isn't it? I know Uncle Pete built it according to his own tastes, but it feels like home to me."
    “I think I'll spend the day going through that other woman's clothes—see what I can wear and get rid of the rest."
    “Sounds like a good idea. If you have time, how about getting Uncle Pete's things together—my compliments to the chef, these fried eggs are delicious—get Uncle Pete's things together, maybe in a spare room. I can't wear anything of his."
* * * *
    Before starting the day's task, Sandra found herself in the library. I love this room as much as Tim loves his study, she thought. I wonder why.
    Yesterday she had found the stereo components, but also discovered that the only CD's and tapes Uncle Pete had were classics. Today she decided to see what classical music sounds like, and selected the CD on top of the stack. She settled in the recliner, book in hand, listening to the soft strains of Bach.
    When Godfrey Cass returned from Mrs. Osgood's party at midnight, he was not much surprised to learn that Dunsey had not come home. Perhaps he had not sold Wildfire, and was waiting for another chance—perhaps, on that foggy afternoon, he had preferred housing himself at the Red Lion at Batherley for the night, if the run had kept him in that neighborhood; for he was not likely to feel much concern about leaving his brother in suspense. Godfrey's mind was too full of Nancy Lammeter's looks and behaviour, too full of the exasperation against himself and his lot, which the sight of her always produced in him, for him to give much thought to Wildfire, or to the probabilities of Dunstan's conduct.
    The next morning the whole village was excited by the story of the robbery, and Godfrey, like every one else, was occupied in gathering and discussing news about it, and in visiting the Stone-pits.
* * * *
    Tim stood for a moment just inside the doorway of the study, breathing in the strength the room afforded him. Although it was of his own doing, the pile of boxes in the center of the study disturbed him. He resolved to get everything in its place before the day's end. He moved to the desk, produced a black ballpoint pen and yellow legal pad, and carefully compiled his game plan.
    To Do List
    + Clean out desk.
    + Set up computer.
    + Clean out file cabinets.
    + Arrange documents from lawyer.
    + Learn to use computer.
    + Note contents of bookshelves.
    + Note content of cabinets.
    + Have telephone line (lines?) installed.
    + Start subscription to Charlotte Observer .
    + Check on mail delivery.
    + Work out agreement with Bobby.
    + Sandy?
    + Study document contents.
    Tim reviewed his notes. That'll do for now, he thought. He pulled open the center desk drawer and moved the contents to the desktop. He shook his head and muttered, “Need a box."
    He carefully