The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16k: Spanish Honeymoon Part 11
"Sit down and tell me what is wrong." Izabella said, indicating a table at which was standing a waiter with the coffee we had ordered.
We sat down and ordered a drink for Izabella. I looked out of the windows but could see no sign of Rogers and his friends.
I tried to think quickly. If we tell her everything she would know that we know that she had not been telling the truth about the attempted rape the previous day.
"We went to the English bar and got into an argument with some drunken tourists." I said before Jenny could speak.
"Yes." Jenny joined in. "And we think they were following us."
"That can happen." Isabella agreed. "Especially with the English. They are not used to drinking all day. You have laws."
"That's right." I agreed as the waiter brought her coffee.
"Jenny told me about your aeroplane." Izabella smiled at me over the rim of her coffee cup. "Perhaps you could take me up in it tomorrow?"
It sounded more a command than a request but I found myself agreeing to it.
"What time could you take me?"
"Any time after seven, I suppose. It has to be after dawn and they don't start until then."
"You could collect me at six-thirty?"
She was keen.
"I would have to phone them and see if there will be anybody there who can get my plane ready."
"You could do that?" She asked.
I glanced at Jenny. She looked worried. I was feeling a little that way myself. I drank my coffee.
"I'll ring them and check that there is somebody there first thing." I said, standing up and walking to the pay phone.
I watched Jenny and Izabella talking together as I dialled. Looking out through the windows I still couldn't see any sign of Rogers and company.
The aero club manager answered and I explained that I would like to fly at the earliest opportunity the next morning. He said he understood what with my having a new aeroplane and that it could be ready at seven-thirty. I told him I would only be joy riding, replaced the handset and returned to the table.
"That's done then." I told Izabella as I sat down. "We can take off at half-past seven."
Her eyebrows knitted together for a second as if she was calculating something then she stood up.
"It is time I left." She said looking at us. "Can I offer you a lift home?"
"Yes please." We said together.
Izabella dropped us at our villa and left after inviting us for drinks. She said she would be alone as her husband had to stay in Madrid because of the crisis caused by the escape of the political prisoner.
I hadn't paid much attention to that part of the news as we had sat on the sofa in the small, neat sitting room with Carlos the previous evening. To be honest as I was to be flying the following morning and had already had enough to drink for that day I didn't really want to go. I lost. Jenny accepted for us.
We went upstairs to shower and change and this time accepted Herto's offer of a lift when we came back down.
I was certain Rogers knew where we lived. I was convincing myself that he was the man who had tried to get into our room in the hotel in Taunton and at the villa. It was probably he in the car that tried to run us down.
I told this to Herto and Carlos out of Jenny's hearshot. Carlos looked worried. There was to be an important conference in the villa starting on the Wednesday. The date kept changing in response to the events in Madrid. Jenny had told me, as I had felt her breasts while she dried herself after our shower, that my parents had booked hotel rooms for us in Barcelona and Paris for our Journey home beginning on Sunday.
Suddenly I was looking forward to leaving. It wasn't a bad idea to take Izabella up in the morning. That would leave the afternoon for the plane to have it's final settling in checks by the aero club mechanic. Yes, I was looking forward to going home.
Herto told us there was very little that could be done about Rogers. He was not wanted in Spain and I didn't actually have any evidence. He seemed to know a lot about the subject. He interested me. He had too much about him to be settling for a job like the one he had here. Driver and general dogsbody. I didn't know what was going on but something was.
"Come on."
Jenny was calling me.
"Hang on a minute." I called back.
It was seven-thirty. I really didn't want to go out. I'd have to stay sober if I were flying in the morning. It was going to be a boring evening and then, we would probably only get a few hours sleep before we picked up Izabella.
"Are you alright?" Jenny asked standing in the doorway.
"I'm fine." I assured her.
I could hear the sound of Herto's car engine outside.
"Come on." I said passing Jenny and striding towards the car. "Don't hang about."
I broke into a run on hearing her footsteps behind me. I beat her to the door by a couple of paces.
"Bastard." She said under her breath as I held open the door for her.
I gave one of her ass cheeks a squeeze as she climbed in past me. I followed her in, sitting by her side and holding one of her hands.
"We don't have to stay very long." She said, leaning her head upon my shoulder. "There's something going on. We won't find out what it is by staying at home."
"I don't think I really want to know."
"You said that Rogers was visiting and almost raping Izabella yesterday."
I nodded and grunted.
"And he would have been outside when she arrived at the cafe?"
Again I grunted. I hadn't thought of that.
"She would have known he was there and yet she left her car to come in to us."
Jenny paused as Herto pulled into the drive of Izabella. I thought about what she had said. Izabella knew Rogers. I was certain of that. Had she come into the cafe by accident or had she come in looking for us? Had she met Rogers outside? But how had she known we would be there. We had only told Herto an hour before. Herto. He was holding open Jenny's door for her.
I opened my own door and climbed out.
What if Herto had told Izabella where I was expected to be? Herto hadn't been due to pick us up for another twenty minutes. But why tell Izabella? What had she to gain? We would be in her villa so she could keep an eye on us. She had arranged for me to take her up very first thing the following morning. Her insistence that it be very first thing was a bit strange in itself. I wished I knew what was going on.
Then there was Rogers. I suddenly felt very uneasy as I accepted the glass of fruit juice offered by Izabella and joined Jenny on one of the settees. It hadn't been a good ides to come. I wanted to leave. That minute. I looked around, suddenly feeling trapped. Somebody was watching me.
"Have you already eaten?" Izabella was asking.
Jenny was saying something in reply.
Rogers. Jenny had swallowed his come. And his fathers and brothers. The father had raped Louise, Howie's sister. He had cut her breasts with a knife. She had suffered burns to the side of her face when the bed she was tied to caught fire. I'd managed one dance with her at the reception after our wedding. She had looked; smelled and felt great.
Rogers. They had found the remains of four women beneath the flagstones in their cellar. There could have been any number more out on the moors.
I sipped my drink half listening to Jenny and Izabella.
Rogers knew Izabella. He could be in the villa at that very moment. I looked around. Half-expecting to see him.
Jenny and Izabella had moved and were sitting close together on the other settee. Izabella's hand was resting on Jenny's thigh. I expected Jenny to push it away but all she did was smile and open her legs. She was wearing white knickers. They were kissing. Izabella was rubbing the front of Jenny's knickers.
Izabella's hand was inside Jenny's blouse. It re-emerged, together with a breast. She lowered her lips to its nipple.
I thought of saying stop but couldn't raise the energy. I felt wide-awake and yet my body didn't want to move, couldn't move.
Izabella was moving, kneeling on the floor between Jenny's thighs. Lifting them so that her feet were flat on the settee. Jenny was staring at me, a look on her face as if she were trying to say something.
