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"Three?"
"I don't mind sharing. I like to do one while the others watch."
Valentine looked at the trio. The youngest looked fourteen. He read silent pleas in their eyes.
"I think I'm going to bring my camera for this," Valentine said.
"Great idea!"
They walked slowly down the line of houseboats. Lights burned within some. Valentine heard moaning from the open window of another.
"Another Midway party!" Rooster said, as an orgasmic cry rolled out of the boat.
Valentine approached his boat. Their Dallas neighbor was apparently out for the evening.
"Red?" he called from the pier.
Duvalier popped out from the cabin like a jack in the box. One of the girls screamed. "The hell?" she said, gaping.
Duvalier had blood caked in her hair, under one eye, on her hand.
No time. Valentine brought his hand down, hard, on Rooster's wrist. He grabbed the butt of the club with the other hand, found the trigger, and released his grip on the wrist as he stuck the metal-tipped end against Rooster's breastbone.
A buzzing sound and the smell of ozone filled the riverbank air.
Rooster dropped, twitching, and he turned on Duvalier, expecting her to lunge, not knowing what he'd do to her. . ..
"Back off, Ali," he warned.
"Val, are you nuts? What's going on?" She sounded coherent, though her eyes blazed brightly.
"We're getting out of here."
"I was just going to suggest that."
"You want out of Memphis?" he asked the girls. Rooster moaned, and Valentine zapped him again.
"Yes," one said. The others nodded dumbly.
"Get in the boat."
He opened up the pocketknife and cut the bands between their legs, stuffed the hood in Rooster's mouth, and tied it down with the leather lead. He searched him, found a key to the girls' shackles, and transferred the restraints from the chicks to the cock.
"Who's the blood from?" Valentine asked Duvalier as they cut the lines from the little cabin cruiser to the wharf. Valentine made sure to leave a long lead at the front of the boat.
"Our Dallas neighbor," Duvalier said, pushing the girls into the cabin. "He insisted he knew me. I think he just wanted in my pants."
"Where is he?"
"Dead."
Valentine glared at her.
"Don't worry, I did him in his shower. Gave a blow job he never had time to forget. All the blood flowed into the boat drain."
"Except for what got on you."
"What's the plan now ?"
