Passion In James County IV: Hell Hath No Fury
Chapter 16
Milt Bingham greeted Heidi the minute she came in the front door of the school the next morning. "Are you all right, Heidi?" he asked. "I heard about what happened at your house on the radio when I was getting ready to come to school this morning. And it was in the papers, too!"
Heidi was embarrassed. She wondered why the kids had been looking at her so funny as she walked toward the building. It hadn't occurred to her that what happened might make the news. "I'm fine, Milt," she said. "But what about you? I'm so sorry about what happened to your parents."
"I'm getting used to it," he said.
"Did...did they arrest the man who caused the crash?" she asked.
Milt, his face stern, nodded. "They did, but the judge released him on bail the next morning," he said bitterly. "This was the guy's fifth drunk driving arrest, and the third crash he's been involved in while driving drunk."
"My God!" Heidi said. "Do you think they'll at least send him to jail once he's convicted?"
A strange grin formed on Milt's face. "They won't have to," he said. "He's dead."
"My word! What happened to him?" Heidi asked.
"Maybe he felt guilty about what he did," Milt said, his eyes harder than Heidi had ever seen them. There was a kind of far-away look in them, too. "He was arrested at the scene, arraigned the next day, and released with no bail. Do you believe that? The man killed two of the most wonderful people who ever lived and the judge just let him walk out of the courtroom as if...as if he'd been arrested for jaywalking."
"But you said he's dead," Heidi said.
Milt nodded. "He was found in his office a few days later," he said. "The day after my parents' funerals, in fact. He shot himself in the head."
"God!" Heidi said.
"I'm not in the least sorry," Milt continued. "That animal deserved to die. People like him don't deserve to live. When, when I knew he was dead, I felt good. Maybe...maybe I...I shouldn't have, but I did."
"I...I can't blame you," Heidi said. "I'm not sure I'd feel any different if I'd been in your place."
"But what about you?" he asked. "Obscene phone calls, people shooting at you, trying to break into your house. You must be horribly frightened."
Heidi nodded. "It's been awful," she said. "The police think I should find another place to stay."
"Have you?" Milt asked. "Found another place, I mean."
Heidi shook her head. "Not...not yet," she said. "I...to be honest with you, Milt, I haven't had time to give it much thought. Maybe I'll take a leave of absence and go stay with my sister in Oklahoma for a while."
"I hope you take this the way I mean it," Milt said, "but you could stay with me. You'd be safe at my place. I can promise you that."
"It's sweet of you to offer, Milt," Heidi said, touched by his offer. "But I can't. If...if this animal found out I was there, then you'd be in danger, too. I couldn't stand it if I were responsible for anyone else getting hurt. My God! A policeman was almost shot at my house last night!"
"I understand," Milt said. "Do what you have to. But the offer stands."
"Thanks, Milt," Heidi said, laying her hand softly on his arm. "I do appreciate it."
She walked down the hallway to her office, unlocked the door, and went inside. She hung up her coat, turned around, and almost fainted. Spray-painted all over the walls of her office in red paint were the words, "WICKED, EVIL WOMAN!!!" "SLUT!" "BITCH!" "YOU WILL PAY!" "YOU CAN'T ESCAPE ME!"
Sobbing, Heidi turned and bolted from her office. She almost knocked down a group of students walking down the hallway as she ran toward the office.
Tim, who was sitting in his truck near the school, was startled when the two officers sitting in the cruiser in front of the school jumped out and ran into the building. "What the hell is going on?" he wondered. Then he heard the sound of sirens and more police cars, including a detective unit, rolled up in front of the school, the officers jumped out, and ran inside. "Heidi!" he thought, jumping out of his truck and starting toward the school. "Has something happened to Heidi?"
"Jackman, what are you doing here?" Lou Dewey, a portly patrolman Tim knew, asked when the young officer walked up to his cruiser in front of the school.
"I was driving by, saw the lights, and wondered what all the excitement was about," Tim replied.
"You know that lady up on Johnson who's got somebody after her?" Dewey said. "Yeah, you do, don't you. You damn near took a slug up there last night, didn't you?"
"Yeah," Tim responded, impatient. "What about her?"
"The asshole who's after her got into her office here at school," Dewey replied.
"She OK?" Tim asked, finding it a bit difficult to breathe.
"Yeah, she's fine," Dewey said. "The psycho just spray-painted a bunch of crap on her office walls."
"Oh," Tim said, relaxing.
"We have to find someplace where you'll be safe," detective sergeant Linda Tyler, who Heidi had spoken with the night before, told her. They were in the principal's office, and Heidi had just started to get over the shock of what she'd discovered in her office.
"But...but if I stay with someone," Heidi said, "won't I be placing them in danger, too?" She shuddered. "I mean, the animal who's doing this seems to know everything about me. He...he even followed me to work. If...if I stay with someone and he finds out, isn't it possible he'd hurt them, too?"
"I hadn't thought of that," Sergeant Tyler admitted. "Look, I'll talk to my chief. Maybe we can figure something out."
Tim went back to his truck. "Might as well go home and get some rest," he thought. "With all the cops around here, Heidi should be safe for now." He fired up his truck and headed for his apartment.
Carol Ann showed up at Tim's apartment shortly after he arrived home. In other circumstances, he'd have been glad to see her but, given what had been happening, all he wanted was to get in bed and get some sleep.
He looked at Carol Ann and, in spite of how exhausted he was, felt a surge in his groin. She had on a jade green knit dress that buttoned all the way down the front, and a black belt around the waist. The outfit was breathtaking on her lithe body.
"You look tired, Tim," Carol Ann said. "I think you're working too hard."
Tim took a deep breath. "Look, Carol Ann, I...I've had a rough couple of days," he said. "I..."
Carol Ann's arms went around him and she pressed her body against him. "I think you need a little relaxation therapy, Mister Tim," she whispered.
Hugging, nice as it was, wasn't what either of them wanted. Tim tipped her head up with one hand and kissed her. All the stress and exhaustion he felt vanished as his lips worked against hers and their tongues dueled. He felt like he was melting, and exploding, and being given electric shocks; all at the same time. His legs got wobbly and his heart started to pound.
Carol Ann sagged against him when the kiss ended, hugging him, pressing her middle against the erection throbbing in his slacks. "You do want me, don't you, Tim?" she whispered.
"More than you could possibly know," Tim said. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. She nestled her head against his neck and her fingers combed through his hair.
Tim stood Carol Ann on her feet in the bedroom and they kissed again. He managed to get the buttons on her dress undone while she stripped his clothes off. Then, naked, they fell onto his bed.
The touch of Carol Ann's bare, warm, flesh on his was so extraordinarily pleasurable that Tim, for a second he feared he would come just from snuggling against her. Somewhere he found enough reserve strength to control himself and began exploring her wonderful dusky body.
Softly, touching her as if she were super-fragile, he stroked her skin. She was so fine! Her breasts were flawless firm globes, tipped with dark circles, out of which grew thick, mouth-watering nipples. Tim took a rigid tip between his lips and lashed it with his tongue.
"Ohhhhhh!!!!! Goddddddddd!!!!!!" Carol Ann groaned. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him against her. He adored her chest with his lips for what seemed like an eternity, kissing first one breast, then the other, doing that over and over while she mewled with joy, her body twisting and straining, her hands clawing at him. "So gooooodddd!!!! You're makin' me feel so gooooooddddd!!!!" she cried.
Tim continued paying homage to Carol Ann's finely molded body. Her skin was soft as silk, and rippled as his hands and lips moved over it. He was determined to touch every inch of her, to know her as completely as possible, in spite of the fact he was hard as a rock and about to explode any minute!
Carol Ann's moans and cries grew louder as he caressed, kissed, and explored her. She responded ardently, moaning with delight, twisting and turning with need his caresses evoked. "I need you!!!! Please, Tim!!! Please!!! Please!!! I need you!!!" she begged, pulling at him.
Tim rolled atop her and was startled when his erect cock slid right into her. A powerful shudder went through him and he struggled to keep from coming! Slowly, he lowered his hips and sank deeper into her as warmth and delight continued to threaten to overwhelm him.
"Yessssss!!! Oh, God!!!! Can't wait!!!! I can't wait!!! I'm gonna come!!!" Carol Ann sobbed. Her body stiffened, then began trembling violently. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! I'm cummmmmminnnnnng!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"
"Yessssss!!!! Oh, God, Carol Ann, yesssssssss!!!!!" Tim screamed when he, too, came. It felt as if his whole body had liquefied and was being pumped into her through his cock!
Finished, he rolled off Carol Ann, onto his back, drained, yet energized. She really was something!
Carol Ann didn't wasn't ready to quit. She was all over him, kissing him, hugging him, "Oh, God, Tim! That was fantastic! God!" she exclaimed.
"I needed that more than I realized," Tim told her, kissing her. "Did I ever!"
"I'm glad I could help you relax," she whispered.
