Free Too Easy by Bruce Deitrick Price

understand?”
    â€œOf course.”
    â€œI would pay you in cash. There would be no bill, no other record. . . . Well?”
    â€œWell, I’ll record the cash sale. However, I can somewhat miswrite the name and address. Or you can make up a business name. No law against that.”
    â€œNow, I would contact you. You would never contact me. I think that’s important.”
    â€œOf course.”
    â€œYou would come to the address and personally install the machine. Correct?”
    â€œYes, as agreed.” A little smile.
    â€œYou have a vehicle . . . how would it be marked?”
    â€œI have a car, unmarked. Or I could come by taxi.”
    Anne thinks about her street, wondering who might notice this arrival, what chance occurrence could lead to somebody asking Robert about the strange car in the drive.
    The street curves somewhat, so that only a few houses on the other side have a good view of her house’s front. One couple she doesn’t know. A second couple works, and so does a third. Well, it’s probably better to do it publicly, in a routine way. A car stops for ten minutes, delivers something, who would notice.
    â€œHow long will the installation take?” she asks.
    â€œIf you have landlines and you’re sure the wiring is in the basement, not much time at all. I suggest that you check the situation carefully, looking at things from my point of view. Basically, you just clip it on. And hide it. The model I recommend is all solid state. Quite compact.”
    â€œHow long would I need to learn to operate it?”
    â€œI’ll show you now.”
    â€œNo, I’ll need to think about all this. Your background is what? Police? Electronics?”
    â€œThe latter, actually, by way of teaching high school science.”
    Anne smiles. “How charming.” Teaching, she thinks, yes, that’s probably what I should be doing. “Well, Mr. Martin, thank you. I’ll be in touch.”
    â€œWhen you are ready,” he says.
    â€œThank you,” she says again, trying to mimic his detached manner. But inside she feels quite giddy.

Chapter
14
    â€¢  Kathy’s sitting on top of him, still wearing blue panties, her breasts hanging close to his face. She smiles down at him, with that smile of hers. Sometimes it seems only playful, as if they’re teenagers at a beach party. Sometimes mischievous, telling him it’s really not that bad, anyway not final. Sometimes, as now, evil. As if she knows three times what he knows about life, and one of the things she knows is that they have gone over the edge and he’s never coming back. Practically speaking, Anne’s . . . already a widow. Oh, God.
    Kathy holds his face between her hands and leans over to kiss him, sticking her tongue straight down into his mouth. Then she smiles very close to his face. “Robie, sweet Robie,” she says.
    He feels breathless, unable to speak, not just from the physical effect she has on him. But also from the confusion in his mind, the way his moods jump. He fumbles with herheavy breasts, finding the nipples. Everything he does feeling evil, wonderfully evil.
    I deserve this, he tells himself. It’s the best, it’s everything a man dreams of, and I’ve got it.
    She pushes two fingers into his mouth, and he sucks on them. With her other hand she strokes his chest.
    She moves her ass around on his hard prick. Then she raises up, slowly, smiling at him, and very delicately pushes the blue fabric aside, and aims his prick up into her. He watches it disappear into the black hair as she settles down on him.
    â€œUummmmmm,” she says. “I’ve got you now.”
    â€œOh, yes,” he says, with a strained voice.
    â€œI’m doing the fucking now,” she says.
    He nods, okay, okay.
    Kathy straightens her back, arches slightly away from him. She seems very tall now. She rises and falls on him, going right