Free Trail of the Twisted Cros by Buck Sanders Page A

was, basking in an island paradise, living the life of what his buddies would call a “swell.” Put up at the Emerald
     Hotel, attended to by this nubile dusky woman, eating and drinking only the best.
    He should have joined up long ago, he thought to himself.
    “Yep,” he said aloud, then stopped himself.
    That was the pledge. He would do his job, and then blow, and then shut the hell up for the rest of his life and never look
     back.
    He supposed he would miss it all. The hills, and his buddies—his kids. Maybe even his wife. The job? No way. So far, he wasn’t
     missing a thing. And under the circumstances, he had a hard time imagining how he ever could.
    She was stretched out beside him now, and she had draped his big round body with a terry cloth robe. Below the robe, she was
     massaging his penis, which she had released from the swimsuit. His body shook with desire.
    “Time to go up to the room, honey,” she whispered to him. Her tongue darted into his ear, ever so lightly, and he jerked in
     response.
    “Yeah,” he managed, winded.
    He rose from the blanket, holding his robe over his mid-section to hide his protrusion. Then he followed her languid walk
     across the beach, up to the boardwalk and past the band, toward the hotel. A drummer gave her a sly wink, which she returned.
    “Gawd-a-mighty, he delivered on his promise,” he thought, shaking his head in disbelief at what he had won for his service.
    He watched the undulation of the young woman’s hips, caught her lusty grin as she tossed her head back to see how the frustrated
     fellow behind her was progressing. She was fully two inches taller than he, slender, with big breasts and high, generous buttocks
     that nearly burst through the rear patch of her string bikini.
    Funny, though, he thought. She being a nigger. Figured the outfit would be against that sort of thing. “Mongrelizing,” somebody
     or other called it. But what the hell?
    When they reached his room, he freed himself of the bit of cloth that decent society in the tourist classes of Nassau dictated.
    She was a bit more coquettish about disrobing. First, she undid the tiny bow that held the wisp of a top half in place. The
     fullness of her breasts was something astonishing, to him and every other man. They were cocoa near the chest, the same shade
     as the rest of her skin. But the tone lightened toward her nipples, to shades of the darkest honey-color. And finally—those
     hard, pointed nipples; dark, nearly violet.
    He rushed at her. She covered her breasts modestly, shoved him back, playfully.
    She picked at the two bows on her hips, and the bottom section of her bikini fell to the floor. Her pubis was thick black
     and shining, a luxuriant, inviting sweetness.
    Before he could rush her again, this time with his penis in hand as if it were some sort of lance that grew at his groin,
     she took him by the shoulders and pushed him down to the bed. He crashed clumsily down, landing on his back, his manhood at
     full salute.
    She knelt at the side of the bed, and her soft breasts grazed his knees. She held his thighs, moved them apart, and said to
     him, “Now you’ll know some loving.” He melted into the bed, waiting for her to do her wondrous work on his body.
    He felt her breath hot against the tops of his thighs, her face moving closer to his groin.
    She dropped a hand from his thigh and reached for something below the bed, something she knew would be there.
    When her hand emerged, the fingers were fitted around a hypodermic syringe. She raised it slowly toward one of his hips, out
     of his range of sight.
    She breathed against the tip of his penis and his body quaked. Gently, her dark lips descended and enveloped him. He shouted
     his feral pleasure and never felt the slight sensation of sharp needlepoint steel puncture his hip.
    DANBURY, Connecticut
    Johnny Lee Rogers smiled at the men who made up the extra complement of guards. Then he tried a joke.
    “Listen, there’s a