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I pulled the jalopy out on the road as the crime lab boys were loading up the wicker basket. They'd be all night dusting the place and tearing everything up. It happens. I dropped by "Finlay's Steakhouse" and had a nice slab of beef and a decent Scotch. The radio was calling for the worst rain the city had seen this summer. Suits me. I liked the rain. It drove the sane people, the normal people, in to gin mills and hashhouses and left the streets to us predators.

I paid for my grub and blew. The wind was still, loaded with anticipation. Huge stormclouds would be sucking up water in the harbor, getting ready for the big push. I slid into my car and pulled away from the curb. I checked the rearview. A beige heap pulled out a few seconds after I did. I grinned, and made a couple turns.

Five minutes later, I noticed the same car about a half block back. That's okay. I got plenty of ammo. I pulled up to the curb by my hotel and waited. He slowed down, and then pulled off onto a side street. Cowards, eh. That's alright. I locked up the heap and heard the thunder coming. The doorman smiled at me. "Evening Mike." He said. I tipped my hat to him and shook his hand. He had a finn in it when he put it back in his pocket.

"Someone took a poke at me tonight in my office, Carl. If any roughs want to go up, let em and give me ring." He nodded. He knew the routine.

"Does that include any dames, boss?" I leered at him. "Cause I had to turn one away since I already sent one up. Young thing, but looked alright." Must have been the girl from the pawn shop. I sighed. If he let that one up, then he probably turned the wrong one away. Oh well.

"Thanks Carl. Call a cab for her, will you?" He nodded, and I went in, took the lift up, and walked down the threadbare carpeted hall. She was standing by the door, brunette paigeboy hair, nice looking dress, and pretty little white shoes. He walked up to the door, and unlocked it. I turned the handle, and went in. She followed, eyes cast down.

"I...I didn't really thank you for what you did in the pawn shop, Mr. Reilly." she said, a slight waver in her voice. "I'm Lisa Malone." I looked at her as I peeled off my raincoat. She slowly walked in and leaned against the couch. "My husband is dead. I hocked the ring to pay for a 1/2 grain of M. The doctor prescribed it to me at first to help with the grief. I got hooked." she said, spreading her hands in a defeated gesture. I never spent time on the corners making enough money for a fix like some girls, but I nearly lost everything." I let her talk as I mixed a couple of drinks.

"I got clean. My parents found me and took me in for the cure. I've been clean almost six months now." she walked to me. Her delicate hands wrapped around my waist. "That dirty bastard wouldn't sell me the ring back. I didn't have enough. She crushed herself against my back and ran her hands on my chest. "You came along, just like I'd always hoped Danny would, except he isn't coming back." She was crying. I took my drink and made another. When I turned in her arms, her eyes sparkled with tears. "Will you kiss me, Mike? "

I leaned down, and kissed her ****, quivering lips. She smashed her slim, soft body against mine. I kissed her long, and deep. She brought her hands to my face and tasted my tongue. We did the four leg shuffle over to the couch. I sat the drinks down, and fell on top of her. Her legs opened eagerly to me as we slid together. I pulled the straps down on her dress and sucked on her perfectly erect left nipple. She shuddered beneath me and found my fly.

I didn't talk. Dames don't want you talk in situations like this. They want to be strong and silent. Their imaginations fills in the rest whether its an old lover, an enemy, or just the hunky milkman they are too afraid to invite in. She got my prick out and I felt it slide against her bare thigh. Her neck flushed and small moans escaped her lips. I slid my tongue up her neck and kissed her deeply as I felt her position my rod. I looked her deep in the eyes, and slid it in.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, sliding back and forth as she gasped and moaned. This one wasn't like Pris. She liked it slow, and gentle. I felt each tickle of her pussy as I slid my thick cock in and out completely, pressing deeply into her as her mouth opened in a silent moan. Her hands rubbed my shoulders and her eyes were wet with bundled up tears as the liquid sliding sound of cock and pussy filled the room. She closed her eyes. "Oh, Danny...I miss you...."

"Danny's dead, babe. Time to move on." I said. Her eyes opened. She looked hurt. I picked up the pace, sliding in and out faster. She started to cry. I drilled in deeper and harder. She pulled me into her with her legs. I grabbed her waist and rocked back so she was on top of me. She gasped. I'm sure "Danny" had never done that before. She felt the depth, the fullness. Her eyes were wet, but the tears had stopped. She rocked back and forth, a shiver running up her body as she impaled herself over and over on my cock. She pulled her dress over her head. She was a looker, alright.

I ran my hands over her arched ribs and started timing her bucks with my own thrusts. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard as she moaned on top of me. I felt her pussy clamp down rapidly on my thrusting cock. Her mouth hung open and her eyes clamped shut. She stopped rocking, but I kept pounding into her. Her body shook from the orgasm that had been building for however many months her poor Danny had been on the cold slab. I gritted my teeth as her cunt clamped so tight I need a hammer and chisel to make any headway, I pulled her up, and rammed her back down over and over, grunting and sweating and cursing. I felt it. No build up, just a dam bursting from too much stimulation for one day.

I tilted her foreward and slid it out just in time. I shocked myself out of the moment as the massive rope of jism flew into the air and hit her cheek, neck, and right breast. I leaned back, gasping as rope after rope of thick white cum covered her stomach, her thighs, and and her ribs. She sat on my thighs, quivering. I looked up at her, spent. "He's really not coming home, is he?" she almost whispered.

"No, babe. He's not. Move on and find someone else. Someone nice." I said. She started to tear up, but held it in. She lay beside me on the couch. "You're nice, Mike." she said in a sleepy voice.
"Aw nuts." I said, I kissed her forehead. We drifted to sleep in each other's arms.