Hungry for Love (17 page)

“
Look
,”
said Butch
,
rather exasperatedly
,
“
I know you went to law school for a semester before you opened the flower shop
,
but we are not going to be persecuted for this.  We should be given a medal for this.  We
’
re rescuing a woman.  We
’
re teaching an abuser a lesson.  We
’
re heroes.
”

“
Oh I don
’
t know
,”
said Wimp. 
“
She didn
’
t actually ask us to interfere.
”

“
She did ask.  She just didn
’
t realize it.
”
  Butch reached out and nudged Wimp and shrieked
,
“
Look—there they are.  I knew it was right around here somewhere.  That son of a bitch.  That Bill is a rotter and he
’
s going to learn a lesson or two.  It
’
s time somebody screwed the nipple clamps onto his balls.
”

As Butch pulled the car over a couple houses down from Bill
’
s
,
Wimp shook his head. 
“
Nobody mentioned nipple clamps.  That would be assault.
”

“
Oh my God
,”
said Butch
,
“
I
’
m speaking metaphysically
,
not literately.  Now just watch.  You
’
ll see I
’
m correct—it
’
s happening right before our eyes.  And ears.
”

Chrissy had opened the door and Kevin stood beside her.  She was in her usual workout gear but gazed out the door carefully before allowing him to exit as though even her attire suggested something clandestine.

“
What a waste
,”
sighed Kevin
,
reaching over to grope Chrissy
,
who looked left and right as though the neighbors were there forming a circle to point fingers and yell accusatory comments.  Nervously
,
she pushed him away
,
but he refused to put any space between them.

“
He
’
s manhandling her
,”
said Wimp
,
aghast
,
as Butch nodded
,
certain that they were doing the right thing
,
after observing this abuse in action.

Kevin smiled a lopsided grin at Chrissy
,
and expecting her to melt into his arms
,
he leaned in even closer.  He casually fondled her ass but to his surprise she jerked away. The woman was quite a challenge
,
but he was able to handle a challenge.

“
Neighbors
,”
she whispered
,
“
For God
’
s sake.
”

Kevin laughed and reached behind her with his other hand
,
at an angle that nobody could observe and rubbed her ass
,
sighing heatedly and then instantly said
,
“
Let
’
s go back inside.
”
  Just as he was sliding his hand down her hip along her thigh
,
she twisted away from him.

Butch was livid. 
“
Oh isn
’
t he just so very menacing.  Look at that dopey grin—as though nothing is wrong and everything is just so innocent.
”

“
He gives me the shudders.  He
’
s humiliating her in front of the neighbors and she
’
s not even into humiliation.
”
He raised his voice a bit
,
but as they were a few houses down and the windows were closed
,
only Butch heard his mock shout
,
“
Consenting adults
,
asshole!
”

Butch put her hand over Wimp
’
s mouth and signaled not to be so loud as she cracked his window a bit so they could hear more clearly.  If only she
’
d parked just a little closer.  But she couldn
’
t allow Bill to get a glimpse of them.

Kevin leaned in against Chrissy
,
pinning her briefly against the doorway.  Before she could sidestep him yet again
,
he reached over and bit her neck.  He was certain she was about to moan with pleasure
,
but no
,
she pushed him off and said
“
Ouch!
”
rather too loudly.

Once more he pressed her against the doorway
,
rubbing his hand against her breast.  This time she pushed harder and he was completely out the door.  But he laughed and said in his sexiest voice
,
“
I
’
ll never give up
‘
til you give in. I can feel it
,
know you want it.
”

Wimp and Butch clenched hands tightly.  Tears formed in the corner of Wimp
’
s eyes.  What an onslaught for them to witness—life was just too cruel. 
“
Did you hear her cry out
?”
he asked
,
“
He
’
s a brute.
”

“
Don
’
t worry
,
honey
,”
said Butch
,
gently patting Wimp
’
s cheek. 
“
We
’
ll take him down a peg.  Otherwise she
’
ll never get away from him.
”

“
You
’
re right.  He
’
s too devious.
”

Now that they had a beat on their target
,
it made sense to Butch to follow him for a while
,
to learn his routines and his haunts
,
so off behind Kevin they went as he pulled his Porsche out of Bill
’
s driveway.

Bill felt as though he
’
d been taken hostage
,
but what was he to do
?
  He followed along next to Laura as a hyper animated banquet consultant named Betty rhapsodized about the many spectacular events which had taken place there over the years.  As she spoke
,
her arms moved frenetically
,
her eyes rolled with joy
,
and numerous happy smiles were interspersed with nervous laughs. 

Bill looked about at the dance floor
,
the many round tables
,
and considered if this could possibly be a suitable location for a simple birthday party.

“
Just picture the magic
,”
sighed Betty
,
“
All your friends in this room—as many as two hundred.  For the last party
,
we hung strings of lights along several of the walls and at the windows.  It was so magical.  Truly.  Magical.
”
  She sighed with orgasmic pleasure
,
then took a deep breath and continued
,
“
We can recommend orchestras
,
caterers
,
or do the whole thing for you.  Doves even.  You could—wait—are you ready for this—you could be the one to pop out of the cake.
”
  She patted Laura on the arm.

Laura laughed at that possibility and then realizing there was nobody who would be delighted to see her emerging from any sort of giant cake
,
sighed deeply and said
,
“
No
,
the party
’
s for his girlfriend
,
not my husband.
”

Nodding rapidly
,
Betty
’
s eyes glistened with another fantastic idea
,
“
Well then
,
why be sexist.  A handsome guy like you—beefcake jumping out of the cake.  Think about it—ohh what magic.
”