Fugitive

Thanks to Freddy Clayton, Charlie hadn’t been in any fights in prison and very few on the outside, but he’d seen quite a few and had made a mental list of what worked and what didn’t. Charlie shot a fast right over Sally’s shoulder and co

“This gentleman bothering you, boss?” he asked Charlie as he peeled back his jacket with his free hand so Tony could see the fancy, ivory-handled revolver wedged in his waistband.

“No, he isn’t bothering anyone anymore,” Charlie answered. “Send the gentleman on his way, Delmar, and see to his nose if it’s broken.”

Delmar dragged Tony out of the garden and Charlie turned toward the woman.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I’ve seen worse,” she answered coolly, “and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

Charlie was surprised. He’d assumed that a society woman would be terrified and sexually aroused by violence, but this one seemed more amused than horrified. She tilted her head and studied Charlie for a moment.

“I assume these heroics were a prelude to an attempt to fuck me,” she said.

“What?!”

“Didn’t any of the ni

“I don’t…”

The woman laughed. “Looks like I’ve got you rattled.”

“Hey, when you’ve done the things I’ve done and made it through prison in one piece, nothing rattles you,” Charlie said, trying to recapture some of the high ground.

“Do tell, tough guy. Well, we’ll see. Witnessing these manly fisticuffs has made me hot,” she said in a voice devoid of sexual desire. “Think you’re ready to prove how manly you really are or do I have to hunt up someone else?”

“Yeah, okay, I’m with you,” was the best he could come back with. Charlie was usually the animal prowling the jungle for pussy. But this woman made him feel like prey.

“Then let’s get out of here. Tony’s such a jackass that he might call the cops, so it’s better if you’re not around.” She tossed him her car keys. “These are for my Porsche. You drive.”

SALLY POPE’S HOME wasn’t as grand as the mansion they’d just left but it wasn’t a shack either.

“Nice digs,” Charlie said as soon as Sally turned on the lights so he could see the stone entryway and the curved staircase that led to the second floor.

Sally didn’t waste time replying. She dropped her purse on a small table near the door and moved in on Charlie. He could feel the firmness of her breasts against his chest. Her hand slid down to his crotch and he was starting to lose it when he noticed a catcher’s mitt and a plastic bat lying on the entryway floor.

Sally felt him tense and stepped back. She saw where he was staring.

“That’s Kevin’s. He’s four, and you don’t have to worry. He’s at a sleepover, so we won’t be disturbed.”

“What about your husband? Is he at a sleepover, too?”

Sally closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. “Look, Charlie, do you want to fuck or learn my family history?”

“Hey, sorry, none of my business.”

“Let’s get this out of the way, okay? My husband is United States Congressman Arnold Pope Jr. and he’s in Washington, DC, tonight, saving the country from liberals, abortionists, and criminals like you. Now, if that frightens you so much that you can’t get it up, leave. If you’re still interested in a roll in the hay, can the questions.”

“WHO WAS THAT guy you were arguing with, tonight?” Charlie asked. They were lying in the wreckage of Sally’s marital bed, lathered in sweat and resting for round three.

“A nobody, Tony Rose. He’s the te

“Why was he so pissed off?”

“I dumped him and bruised his ego.”

“You go

Sally rolled over so she was facing Charlie, and raised herself up on an elbow.

“Let’s get this straight, Charlie. You’re a good fuck. If you’re game, and the opportunity presents itself, we’ll meet again while you’re in Portland, but that’s it. I love my son and my husband and I’m not going to leave either one.”

Charlie was confused. “If you love Arnie Jr., how come you’re here with me?”

For the first time that evening, Sally Pope looked flustered. “That’s none of your business.”

She got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and slammed the door. Charlie scrambled after her.

“Hey,” he said through the locked door, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be so nosy. Come on out and I won’t ask any more questions, promise.”

The toilet flushed and the door opened. Sally had regained her composure. She touched Charlie’s cheek.

“This has been nice, Charlie, but I’m tired. Do you mind?”

“I’m bushed too,” he said, though she’d excited him enough that he wouldn’t have minded another tussle in the sack. “I’ve got TV, radio, and another book signing in Seattle. We’re driving up in the morning, so I should get my beauty rest.”

Sally took her hand away and smiled, though her eyes were sad.

“You know,” Charlie said, “I’m going to be back here after Seattle and I’ll have a few days before we go to San Francisco.”

Sally looked thoughtful. “How would you like to hold one of your seminars at the most exclusive country club in Oregon?”

“Sounds good.”

“Let me work on it. I’ll get back to you.”

“I’ll be at my hotel again on Thursday for a book signing. You want to drop by?”

“I can’t be seen with you. You understand that?”

“Sure, but I can fix it so you can slip up without anyone seeing you.”

“I assume this is from experience?”

Charlie gri

“Let me think about it.”

“Great. Do you have a pen? I’ll give you my cell phone number. Call me in Seattle about the seminar and anything else you can think of.”

Charlie phoned Delmar and told him to meet him on a corner a quarter-mile from Sally’s house, so no one would see him outside. While he waited in the warm night air for his limo to arrive, Charlie tried to figure out Sally Pope. He decided that she was a sad and bitter woman. Why else would a congressman’s wife with money and looks drag him, Tony Rose, and-he guessed-a slew of other men into her bed? He felt sorry for her, but that wasn’t going to keep him from enjoying another night in bed with the woman if the opportunity presented itself.