Are You Afraid Of The Dark   ::   Sheldon Sidney

Sam said, "And Kelly, if it makes you feel any better, Mark didn'tsuffer at all." And she looked into Sam Meadows's eyes and she knew.

"We'll be having dinner in a few minutes," Sam said. "Why don't we work up an appetite in bed?" Kelly felt suddenly faint. She managed to force a smile. "That sounds great." Her mind was working furiously. He was too big for her to fight, and she had nothing to fight him with. He began fondling her. "You know you've got a great ass, baby. I go for that," Kelly smiled. "Do you?" She sniffed. "I'm hungry. Something smells good." "Our dinner." Before he could stop her, Kelly got up and moved toward the kitchen. As she passed the dinner table, she got a shock. The table had been set for one.

Kelly turned. In the drawing room, Sam was walking over to the door and turning the key in the lock. She watched him put the key in the drawer of an armoire.

Kelly looked around the kitchen for a weapon. She had no way of knowing which drawer held the knives. On the counter was a box of angel hair pasta. On the stove was a pot of boiling water, and next to it, a smaller pot with a red sauce that was cooking.

Sam walked into the kitchen and put his arms around Kelly.

She pretended not to pay any attention. She looked at the sauce on the stove.

"Looks wonderful." He was stroking her body. "It is. What do you like to do in bed, baby?" Kelly's mind was racing. She said softly, "Everything. I used to do something kinky to Mark that drove him crazy." Sam's face lit up. "What was that?" "I would take a warm, wet washcloth and-" She picked up a soft cloth on the sink. "I'll show you.

Drop your pants." Sam Meadows grinned. "Yeah." He loosened his trousers and dropped them to the floor. He was wearing boxer shorts.

"Now your shorts." He dropped his shorts, and his organ was engorged.

Kelly said admiringly, "My, my…" She picked up the soft cloth with her left hand and moved toward him. With her right hand, she picked up the pot of boiling water and hurled the contents onto his genitals.

Kelly could still hear his screams as she took the key out of the armoire, unlocked the door, and fled.



CHAPTER 38

ROCKENDORF'S IS ONE of the outstanding restaurants in Germany, its art nouveau decor long serving as a symbol of Berlin's prosperity.

When Diane walked in, she was greeted by the maitre d'. "May I help you?" "I have a reservation. Stevens. Miss Fronk is going to meet me here." "This way, please." The maitre d' seated her at a corner table. Diane looked around carefully. There were about forty customers in the restaurant, most of them businessmen.