Chapter 1
Everything in Desert Shadows was new. The mega-subdivision, on the outskirts of Las Vegas, had sprung up almost over night. Homes, schools, shopping centers, churches and the two golf courses hadn't existed just a year ago. Its residents came from all over the country and settled there for a variety of reasons. Most newcomers had left their friends and families behind and were embarking on exciting, new lives in the fast-growing desert city. Only two houses were completed on Chancellor Court. A slab had been poured on another home and two others were in the early framing stages. It would be months before the other homes were occupied. The Morgans and the Whites had, within three weeks of each other, moved into nearly identical stucco homes with red tile roofs. There, the similarity ended. They were as different as two families could be. Cole Morgan was in his mid-fifties. The woman who presented herself as his wife, Nora, was a decade younger. They didn't have children. Cole carried an extra 50 pounds on his 5' 10" frame and was nearly bald, just a fringe of grey hair above his ears. Nora, a fiery redhead who stood nearly as tall as Cole, had done about everything possible to retard the inevitable signs of ageing and seemed to be succeeding. They had told the Whites that Cole was retired from some mysterious job in Philadelphia but that wasn't exactly the truth.
Steve and Nancy White were much younger than Cole and Nora. Steve was twenty-six and Nancy was nearly twenty-five. He was very handsome and in great shape, standing more than six feet tall with brown hair. She had the potential to be beautiful but one would never know it because she did everything possible to dress dowdily, appear as plain as possible to hide her natural beauty. They had two children, a boy, Jason, age one and still nursing and a four-year-old girl named Cyndi. A job offer that Steve couldn't pass up at an engineering firm in Las Vegas had caused them to leave their hometown of Peoria, Illinois and move across the country.
Other huge differences should have separated the two families even more. Every Saturday, the Whites dressed in their finest and attended a Seventh-day Adventist Church. If the Morgans were ever to enter a Church, it is very likely that the roof would cave in. The infrequent times that Steve or Nancy uttered a "damn" or a "hell" in their conversation, an apology instantly followed. Cole, on the other hand, couldn't complete a sentence without saying "fuck," "fucking," or worse. The Whites didn't drink or smoke. Cole always seemed to have a beer or a mixed drink in one hand and a cigar in the other. Nora smoked cigarettes and loved tropical drinks.
The Morgans seemed to have plenty of money while the younger family had stretched its budget to the limit to live in Desert Shadows. Two identical, new white Lincoln Navigators were nestled in the Morgan's garage while a five-year-old faded grey KIA sedan, that had seen its best days, was the only car that Steve and Nancy owned. Cole and Nora's home had been tastefully and expensively decorated by a professional. Steve and Nancy had bought much of their furniture from second-hand stores. Construction and the landscaping of a beautiful free-form pool and deck, that nearly filled the Morgan's fenced back yard, had just been completed. They were slowly filling the pool with a garden hose. It would be years before Steve and Nancy could even think about adding a pool.
In spite of what seemed to be a charmed life, Cole Morgan was bored, bored nearly to death. The so-called retired life wasn't for him and he desperately needed a hobby. His neighbors had been told that the Morgans had moved from Philadelphia when, actually, they came from Cleveland. Though Nora wore a wedding ring, they weren't married. She had been a stripper and part-time prostitute that Cole had met in Cleveland three years before he was relocated. They were kindred souls and she moved in with him within a week of their meeting. Even Nora didn't know everything about the man who posed as her husband.
Cole Morgan--not his real name, of course--was in the witness protection program. More than ten years ago, he had plea bargained and was, therefore, moved periodically in exchange for his continuing cooperation with prosecutors in connection with the production and distribution of pornography and other unsavory activities. Part of the plea bargain allowed for him to keep some of his property and most of his money that, otherwise, they could have seized under the RICO Act.
The instant Cole saw Nancy for the first time, he knew immediately what his new hobby would be. He planned carefully and patiently to seduce his innocent new neighbor. To make the sport extra special, he intended to have her husband help him do it. Of course, Nora would also have to cooperate and play an important supporting role.
"Fuck! I've just got to get me a piece of that Nancy," Cole said, the very night after meeting their new neighbors, as he stretched in the king-size bed after he and Nora had climaxed.
His fascination with the younger woman surprised Nora. She wasn't anything at all like the women in which Cole was usually interested. She seemed as pure as Ivory Snow, as innocent as a lamb. The hem of modest dress Nancy was wearing when they met fell below her knees and was designed to cover as much of her body as possible. On her feet were simple, practical, closed-toe flat shoes, not the very high heels that Cole loved. Nora couldn't believe that the young woman was wearing pantihose because the temperature was approaching one hundred degrees even though it was only May. Nancy wore her dark blond hair in a severe, unattractive bun. The unfashionable glasses that she wore were anything but flattering and drew attention away from her sparkling blue eyes. Nancy's clear skin was as pale as any that Nora had ever seen and she knew, from personal experience, that Cole preferred an all-over deep tan. Nonetheless, she could appreciate the potential and the challenge their neighbor represented to Cole.
Nora reached down between his legs, clutched his scrotum and the stem of his still wet, very large cock and said, "Cole, I don't think there's much of a chance of you ever getting this between her sweet thighs."
"Oh you don't, huh?" He smiled and said, "wanna fucking bet?"
"No, I'm not going to bet with you. But shit, Cole, she doesn't use makeup and, amazingly, she wears clip-on earrings. I think she comes from another century or maybe even another planet."
"I never said it would be easy . . . wouldn't be any fucking fun if it was. I'll just have to come up with some kind of a plan. I don't care if it takes a month, two months or even longer." Then he became very serious and said, "I promise you, Nora, that the day will come when I'll fuck her so hard she'll squeal and beg for more. Also, Steve will be desperate for it to happen and become my co-conspirator."
"I'm wondering if she'd even be any fun," said Nora. "After all, she hardly smiled and seems, not only very conservative, but also very, very serious."
"There's just something about her. I think she might just surprise us all, especially herself," Cole said thoughtfully.
"So, how are you going to make it happen?" Nora asked.
Cole thought for a minute before answering then said, "I'll work on Steve, you work on Nancy. You know, sexy clothes, open her up to new ideas." Then, excitedly, he continued with his thoughts. "You can have a girl's night out and he and I will have a guy's night out each week. Fuck, Nora, think about it, we're in the best place in the world to transform them. Also, we can set them up with a baby sitter and take them out once or twice a week. We'll hit the best buffets and restaurants, see some hot shows, teach them to gamble, go to discos and then, when we think they're ready, we'll take them to the private club. But, first things first, tomorrow, we'll invite them over for a swim in the new pool and a cookout."
"Oh, oh," Nora said, "I don't know if I should feel sorry for her or envy her." She leaned over kissed him and then said, "she'll never know what hit her."
Cole was now on a roll. "Let's face it. They don't know anyone but us. We've got to become their best friends, get inside their lives, learn everything we can about them. I want to see how far I can get her to go. Just fucking her won't be nearly enough."
"What makes you think she won't just lay there like a rag doll?"
"I know she won't. Don't ask me how I know, I just know. Like I said, there's something about her, I can feel it. Nothing's going to stop me from bringing the real woman out of her."
Nancy White didn't know it but she had just become the prey in a pursuit. Cole Morgan was her predator.
Chapter 2
That same night--the very first in their new home-- in the spartan master bedroom across the street from the Morgan's home, the White's were also talking about their new neighbors.
"Well, honey, what do you think of Cole and Nora?" Steve asked as he slipped under the covers watching Nancy as she walked to her side of the queen-size bed. She was wearing one of the identical pairs of the sensible blue, stripped cotton pajamas she had worn to bed nearly every night since their honeymoon. Before answering her husband, she slipped off the navy blue slippers and carefully placed them at the side of the bed--toes facing out of course--as she had every night for as long as she could remember.
"They're surely different. I'll say that. Cole can't speak without cursing and Nora, well, what can I say?" She fluffed her pillow and slipped under the white sheet before answering her own question. "She's . . . not very modest, that's for sure. I mean, I doubt that she was even wearing underwear. Those spandex bikers' shorts and that crop top that she was nearly poking through, well, my goodness, she might as well have been naked."
