Chapter 3
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"THIS IS A NOVEL."
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10. Leavings and Cumings
Darkness was rapidly approaching, as Alan Robbins finished his preparations to leave the cave for the first time. Stephano was extremely nervous. He had his bulletproof vest on, checked his rifle and extra ammunition. He checked his food and water supply. However, these preparations were of little comfort to him. He knew if his father's enemies found him here, he would be trapped like a rat, because he was chained to the walls of the cave. He had no room to maneuver. The quiet and the darkness of the cave were his best allies. He was going to use them to the best of his ability. Alan told him that he would erase the tracks of the truck tires as he was driving away from the cave, so there would be no evidence leading anyone to its entrance. He promised to return the following day after dark. He went over the rules again, and wished Stephano luck.
Alan attached the large canvas tarp, Stephano came wrapped in, to the rear bumper of the Dodge to act as a sweep to destroy the tire marks. When he was approximately a quarter mile away from the entrance to the cave, he turned the truck around to see what the ground behind him look like. Although it was smoother than the surrounding areas, he was pleased with the outcome. He decided when he went back to the cave he would not drive in a straight line, but in a more circuitous route, using the tarp on the way in also.
As he was driving out of the canyon, he thanked the person who programmed the GPS for having the foresight of giving it directions back to 89A, instead of just showing him a map and telling him to follow the directions in reverse. As he passed through the tight crease between the boulders where he entered the canyon, he turned off his lights. He did not want anyone to see his truck as it climbed and crested the final hill. As his tires hit pavement, he turned south and drove at a high rate of speed. After a few miles, and seeing no traffic, he turned on his lights. The mountain was on his side of the road now. He decided to put as much distance between where he had entered the road, and where someone might recognize his truck going towards Cottonwood. After driving for 15 minutes, his nerves calmed, and he slowed down to the speed limit. He was sure no one had seen his truck, and no one was following him.
It was nearly 10 PM, and no grocery stores were open at this hour. He smiled, and wondered if he could get a riding lesson tonight. He took out his cell phone and called Susan.
A very sleepy woman answered the phone. "Hello."
"Hello Susan, I am sorry I woke you up. Go back to sleep. I will spend the night at my house."
"Hello Alan, where are you? I have missed you so much."
"I have just left Prescott, and I am on my way home. You can go back to sleep, I don't want to impose myself on you."
"If you bypass my ranch, and go to your house, I am going beat the shit out of your ass."
"I will make you a deal, Susan. I will speed all the way to your house, if you shave your pussy bare. Otherwise, I will obey all the 25 mile per hour speed limits, and get to your house by 2 o'clock in the morning. Okay?"
"Alan, you are a real prick."
"Yes, I am Susan, and that prick could be all yours for the price of a few hairs. You have to decide how fast you want it in you tonight. Do you want me to drive at 65 miles an hour, and risk killing myself in the process of being with you? Or do you want me to drive at the 25 mph speed limit, and arrived at your home shortly before sunrise. The choice is yours, Susan; what shall it be?"
"You get your ass here as quickly as possible. My pussy will not have a hair anywhere around it. You had better make it worthwhile, mister."
"I am starting to exercise my tongue already, Miss Good Knight. Get your shaving kit out, and get to work. I have put the pedal to the metal, and if I get a ticket, I am going to take it out in trade."
"Stop talking and get your ass here. I am on my way into the bathroom to see what my pussy looks like."
She had no idea he had pulled his truck onto the roadway, which led to the stables. After he parked behind it, he walked inside, grabbed the bucket of apples, and gave one apple to each of the twelve horses. He decided he had not given Susan enough time to complete her task, so he did one more round with the apples. The horses were so happy with him, he continued, until he emptied the entire bucket. He made 11 new friends, plus 'Patch,' the horse he rode every day.
He walked over to the main house, opened the door, and quietly walked upstairs. He undressed, walked to her bathroom, and peeked inside. She was holding a mirror between her legs looking for any stray hairs she might have missed.
"I see a few."
She screamed at the top of her lungs, and dropped the mirror on the floor. "You sonofabitch, how long have you been standing there. You scared me to death." As she was yelling at him, she closed the distance between them, stuck her tongue down his throat, and embraced him with all her might.
"You have no idea how I have missed you this week, Alan. I was so happy when I heard your voice on the other end of the phone."
"You were not any happier than I was, when you said 'Hello Alan,' and I knew that you were okay. I trembled at the thought of anyone harassing you, or hurting you. May I finish shaving you now?"
"You want to shave my pussy?"
"If I remember our conversation from last week correctly, you did say 'ANYTHING.'"
"Alan, why is it that men always remember the things a women want them to forget?"
"For the same reason women are genetically predisposed to remember every mistake a man makes, from the day they meet, until the day he dies."
"I have a feeling I am never going to win an argument with you. You are no fun at all, Alan. Where do you want to finish shaving me?"
"Reached down, grab your ankles, and lean forward until your back is fully against the wall."
Shocked, Susan said, "Excuse me?"
"Let me put you into the proper position, and I will take it from there."
He moved the bathmat close to the wall and had her stand on the very edge of it. He had her bend down, and grab each of her ankles. He leaned her forward, until her back was flush against the wall. He knew she was in the perfect position.
Susan could not have agreed less. She was looking between her legs at him, with a frown upon her face. He was lathering up his hands, smiling down at her.
He said, "Do not worry, my love, this will not hurt me one bit."
"If I could move, I would kill you right now."
"That is the beauty of this position, Susan. Your balance is so far forward, I could do anything I want to you, and there is nothing in this world you could do about it. This position is part of an ancient text called the 'Kama Sutra.' Those rich bastards really knew how to take pleasure in every form of sex. I am going to make you cum, while shaving what little hair you have left on you. Hold on tight, and enjoy the ride, baby."
He lathered up the inside of her ass cheeks, up her taint and around her nether lips. He knew that she had made a mistake in using this type shaving cream, when he read the can. It had menthol in it, and she was about to learn what it could do to the human body. He spread the lips of her vagina and played with her clit, until it stood out beyond its hood. Once it was visible, he put a dab of the shaving cream on her exposed button and waited for it to take effect.
