Free Now & Forever 3 - Blind love by Jean C. Joachim

hers briefly, tenderly. Lara let him
kiss her, then she pushed away from him.
    The kiss was sweet.
    “I didn’t mean to take advantage of you, Lara. But you look
so beautiful…”
    “It’s okay…friends kiss friends sometimes. Especially when
the friend is a dumb, helpless blind girl. Chalk it up as your good deed of the
week.”
    “It’s not like that. You…you…” Peter took her arm but Lara
wrenched away from him, slamming into the car.
    He grabbed her before she hit the ground. Lara pushed away
from him and felt her way along the car until her hand bumped up against the
door handle. She opened the door, got into the backseat, and slammed the door .
Peter slid into the front seat next to his father.
    “Brilliant maneuver, Romeo,” Sam said, then turned the key in
the ignition.
     
    * * * *
     
    On the outskirts of town
     
    Rex stood in the deserted parking lot of The Wet Tee Shirt.
The sun was high in the sky at one o’clock in the afternoon. His breakfast
finished, it was time to get down to business.
    “Mrs. Clarkson, your next payment is due Friday. Please don’t
be late. I’d prefer not to call Herb,” Rex said into the phone before he hung
up. Then he dialed again.
    “That’s right, Miss Sands, your next payment is due on
Friday. Please don’t be late. I’d hate to call Mr. Clarkson and tell him what
you’re actually teaching his wife on Wednesday afternoons,” Rex said and hung
up.
    Deena had heard about these women having a lesbian affair
from Alf Hodges, the mailman. Sometimes he’d make an unexpected afternoon
delivery and catch them practically in the act, hastily pulling down skirts and
buttoning blouses, he’d confided to Deena. He laughed when he thought of what
high and mighty Herb Clarkson would say if he knew. Deena laughed with him…all
the way to the bank.
    This was a good one, a secret involving two people, double
the pay-off. Rex was collecting three hundred dollars a month from each of
them. The payments arrived at a mailbox at one of those professional mailbox
places. Every couple of months he’d move to a new location or a new box number
so there’d be no trail. And he was shortchanging Deena by forty dollars each
month, he gave her two hundred and kept four hundred for himself.
    Deena came through for him and this week he started working
as the bouncer at The Wet Tee Shirt. He was making two hundred fifty dollars a
week, not nearly enough for a decent lifestyle. But he smiled to himself,
knowing that soon he’d be raking in money from his blackmail victims. This job
was merely a means to an end. Getting
paid to gather dirt. Not bad when you see it like that.
    Ah, Deena. Rex stopped for a moment, his cell phone in his
hand to think about her and her luscious body with those big breasts…all for
him. She’d caved and slept with him on their second date. Rex took her to the
fanciest place in Riverton, a town fifty miles away and she rewarded his
generosity with the best sex ever. Deena was surprisingly sweet and
affectionate in bed.
    They had sex a couple of times a week at her place, because
he didn’t want Alan to know about him and Deena. Rex often took her for a nice
meal first. Sometimes he bought her a scarf or a necklace; nothing expensive,
something to keep her happy, and bought with the money he owed her.
    Soon Rex would have his own place. He wasn’t ready to move
out yet, though. He hadn’t discovered Alan’s secret. Rex had bugged Alan’s
bedroom and the living room and learned nothing. Next he had to bug Alan’s
office. He could feel Alan was up to no good in some way and Rex was determined
to find out what it was.
    Staying at Deena’s sometimes worked out well for Rex. Deena
couldn’t afford a big apartment, but she kept the place clean and stocked his
favorite gin. She also made some of his favorite foods from time to time. After
having sex, Rex and Deena would stay up late watching television. She hugged
him and touched him often. Rex had never