All the characters and events in this novel are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Chapter 07
Katia captures Cliff, and the Buyers seek Sarah
A wash of water, a tumbling mountain stream, a torrent of rain, the sounds pounded insistently upon Cliff's senses. Slowly he came awake in the empty bed. His eyes focused on his own image amidst the rumpled sheets in the huge mirror over the bed. The peal of Sarah's familiar laughter brought him fully awake as she and Vi, both naked waltzed through the door fresh from their shower.
He gazed rapturously at them. their exuberant high spirits and laugher bespoke an erotic tension between them roused by the mutual caresses of soaping and stroking one another in the bath.
Cliff leaned back against the headboard to watch them primping fresh from the shower. Vi's long dark blown-dry tresses fell in luscious disorder down her shapely back, as Sarah drew her to the bed.
"You've got such a beautiful mouth" Vi sighed coming to Sarah with her lips. "I loved it when you kissed my pussy in the shower just now and your tongue rimming my pucker was fantastic," she murmured planting a lingering kiss on Sarah's lips. "Did you like it too?"
"You know I did," Sarah whispered. "Your sweet young cunt is utterly divine and you've got a really passionate little pucker."
Vi smiled up at Sarah, "I love it when you talk dirty," she murmured, her tongue flicking out, licking at Sarah's lips, tracing their shape with its tip before slipping between them.
Sarah closed her eyes and sucked softly at its firm lively wet shape, feeling that surge of excitement in her belly that always heralded her arousal. She could feel Vi's hands coming to her breasts, the girl's fingers toying with her nipples, sending those shock waves of arousal ricocheting down into her loins.
Opening her eyes she caught sight of their tableau in the mirrors around the bed, this image of herself in the arms of this ravishingly beautiful youngster while Cliff played with Vi's nipples in his own nakedness, his organ already in full erection beside the girl's loins. Their day began as it had ended in an orgy of utter delight.
*****
In summer Plainfield didn't simmer in the heat, it parboiled in hot humid mugginess, but Southshore benefited from the cool mass of Lake Michigan's fresh water beside it.
Vavosar Feake felt the difference when he got out of his car and examined the apartment house before him. Anticipation itched within him. He had studied Trapnell's transmission with increasing interest that was only heightened by the revelations of this Sarah Moore's face. It was then he knew that his share of this underground transaction would be well worth the effort in securing her.
The first hint of frustration arose in the lobby. The mailbox for 1210 was labeled "Ackerman". Moore had married maybe? Was she living with someone else? His pudgy thumb punched the doorbell insistently, until the door swung open a crack at last.
"Special delivery letter for Sarah Moore" he intoned into the narrow opening, moving so that the woman could see his postal uniform. "You'll have to sign for it ma'am."
"There's nobody here by that name," the voice returned, the crack widening to the length of the security chain.
Feake studied the face suspiciously. It was thin and pinched, the eyes dark and far too old for the woman in the transmission. "Can you give me her new address? This is high priority mail."
"Never heard of her. Ask the super." The door slapped shut in his face and he stared at its unrewarding emptiness, the knots of anger gathering in the angles of his jaw. The super when he found her was more helpful. "Sarah Moore? No Sarah Moore. We had a Sarah Murdock in 1210, but they moved out days ago. Don't you have a forwarding address?"
"No," Feake grumbled, "did they leave one with you?"
"Most likely." The super rummaged through the pile upon her desk extracting a worn ledger and fingered the pages. "Murdock," she muttered. "Nothing! That's strange." She held the ledger up for Feake and he stared at the absent entry space.
"Well, we'll find her. Thank you."
His car had heated up and his fingers were wet as he keyed 'Sarah Murdock' into his computer. In an instant he had the husband's name, the car registration and description but no new address.
"Shit" he muttered glancing up at the housing complex before him; a decent place. It cost plenty to live here. They must have jobs, good jobs. It would take some time, the usual procedures couldn't be followed anyhow. They would find her and then she would simply... disappear for good.
*****
The July morning promised to fill The Court with warmth and stillness as Sarah surveyed the stacks of boxes piled in the hall and prepared to spend the day unpacking. Upstairs Cliff dallied in the bathroom. When she came into the kitchen it was filled with the odor of freshly brewed coffee and Vivienne stood by the counter, a bowl of waffle batter in her hands.
"Oh Vi, you're a godsend," Sarah moaned. "I wondered what I was going to do for breakfast."
"Getting settled is always a chore but we'll have you comfortable by evening," Vi smiled happily at her. Sounds wonderful," Sarah sighed as Cliff sauntered into the kitchen.