at least, they are together again,'' she said through the black veil.
Cassy turned to Judy. '' Look how many mourners there are. I hadn't expected this.''
''Your father was a well-known man, not only in New York but throughout the US. There isn't a single person in this country that hasn't at some time been to a ToysForAll store. How many stores are there? Six hundred?
''Six hundred and three.''
''And you will be just as good as your father at running the business.'' Judy held onto her hat as a gust of wind threatened to remove it from her head.
''I only wish he'd been around for another ten years. I'm only twenty-two, what do I know about business?''
''You have some great people working for you. People who really respected your father and who will help you.''
''Michael are you alright?'' Cassy asked. She put her arm around her fifteen-year-old brother.
''Okay. Two hundred and seventy-three,'' he said.
''What?''
''People.''
''Have you counted them all?''
Michael's head tilted to one side. ''Yes.''
''Wow. I really don't know how you do that,'' Cassy said.
''Because he's clever aren't you Michael,'' Judy said. Michael didn't answer, he was looking at a plane high above them.
The service was short and to the point. Cassy hadn't wanted Michael to suffer any longer than necessary.
''Men, don't like?'' Michael said when they were leaving.
''Which men?'' Cassy asked.
''Men under trees. I don't like.'' Michael began to shift from one foot to the other and throw his head around. ''Don't like. Go away.''
Judy caught them up. She'd been delayed by Pastor Jeffries, who was keen to know whether Cassy would be donating to the fund to repair the church roof. ''What's the matter with Michael?'' she asked.
''He doesn't like those men, over there.''
Judy looked to a line of trees that bordered the cemetery. ''I agree, they are a shifty-looking bunch. You're right Michael.''
''He gets like this when he's stressed,'' Cassy whispered to Judy. ''Dad was so good with him, I only hope I can be.''
''You're great with him. Autism isn't an easy thing to deal with.''
*****
''Tell me how much you want it,'' Igor Ivanovich said to the blonde woman he was pressing against the wall. He put his hand to the hem of her skirt and began to pull it up. ''Tell me, how much do you want my cock?''
She'd never been with a man like Igor. He turned her on so much that she wasn't able to answer him. She just continued to grind her pelvis against him.
''Can't answer huh?' he said. In a flash, he ripped her panties from her and put his hand over her vulva. ''I can feel how much, you don't have to speak,'' he said.
She came three times when he took her against the wall, and countless times during the longest love making session she'd ever had, or was ever likely to have.
When the gray light of morning began to pierce the thin curtains, Igor got up, showered and dressed. When he was at the door, she woke.
''Can I see you again?'' she asked.
''I only fuck women once,'' he said.
When he was gone, she threw the hair-dryer against the mirror and broke both items.
Dima was waiting in the car outside the hotel. ''And? What was she like?'' he asked.
''Useless. Kept complaining she had cramp . I only screwed her for a couple of hours.''
Dima laughed. His brother was always bragging about his sexual prowess. Dima was jealous of Igor's looks and the fact that women seemed to throw themselves at him. He hardly had to speak to them before they were willing to sleep with him.
''Here,'' Dima said. He passed Igor a Beretta handgun. ''Let's go persuade him.''
''Let's do it,'' Igor replied.
Dima drove out of town to what appeared to be a rich suburb. ''Do you get it?'' Igor asked.
''What?''
''Look at these big houses. Fucking politicians. How the hell do they go from being penniless upstarts to super rich in the space of a few short years?'' Igor asked.
''You already know. Because they are all corrupt bastards. The US is rotten to the
Cassy turned to Judy. '' Look how many mourners there are. I hadn't expected this.''
''Your father was a well-known man, not only in New York but throughout the US. There isn't a single person in this country that hasn't at some time been to a ToysForAll store. How many stores are there? Six hundred?
''Six hundred and three.''
''And you will be just as good as your father at running the business.'' Judy held onto her hat as a gust of wind threatened to remove it from her head.
''I only wish he'd been around for another ten years. I'm only twenty-two, what do I know about business?''
''You have some great people working for you. People who really respected your father and who will help you.''
''Michael are you alright?'' Cassy asked. She put her arm around her fifteen-year-old brother.
''Okay. Two hundred and seventy-three,'' he said.
''What?''
''People.''
''Have you counted them all?''
Michael's head tilted to one side. ''Yes.''
''Wow. I really don't know how you do that,'' Cassy said.
''Because he's clever aren't you Michael,'' Judy said. Michael didn't answer, he was looking at a plane high above them.
The service was short and to the point. Cassy hadn't wanted Michael to suffer any longer than necessary.
''Men, don't like?'' Michael said when they were leaving.
''Which men?'' Cassy asked.
''Men under trees. I don't like.'' Michael began to shift from one foot to the other and throw his head around. ''Don't like. Go away.''
Judy caught them up. She'd been delayed by Pastor Jeffries, who was keen to know whether Cassy would be donating to the fund to repair the church roof. ''What's the matter with Michael?'' she asked.
''He doesn't like those men, over there.''
Judy looked to a line of trees that bordered the cemetery. ''I agree, they are a shifty-looking bunch. You're right Michael.''
''He gets like this when he's stressed,'' Cassy whispered to Judy. ''Dad was so good with him, I only hope I can be.''
''You're great with him. Autism isn't an easy thing to deal with.''
*****
''Tell me how much you want it,'' Igor Ivanovich said to the blonde woman he was pressing against the wall. He put his hand to the hem of her skirt and began to pull it up. ''Tell me, how much do you want my cock?''
She'd never been with a man like Igor. He turned her on so much that she wasn't able to answer him. She just continued to grind her pelvis against him.
''Can't answer huh?' he said. In a flash, he ripped her panties from her and put his hand over her vulva. ''I can feel how much, you don't have to speak,'' he said.
She came three times when he took her against the wall, and countless times during the longest love making session she'd ever had, or was ever likely to have.
When the gray light of morning began to pierce the thin curtains, Igor got up, showered and dressed. When he was at the door, she woke.
''Can I see you again?'' she asked.
''I only fuck women once,'' he said.
When he was gone, she threw the hair-dryer against the mirror and broke both items.
Dima was waiting in the car outside the hotel. ''And? What was she like?'' he asked.
''Useless. Kept complaining she had cramp . I only screwed her for a couple of hours.''
Dima laughed. His brother was always bragging about his sexual prowess. Dima was jealous of Igor's looks and the fact that women seemed to throw themselves at him. He hardly had to speak to them before they were willing to sleep with him.
''Here,'' Dima said. He passed Igor a Beretta handgun. ''Let's go persuade him.''
''Let's do it,'' Igor replied.
Dima drove out of town to what appeared to be a rich suburb. ''Do you get it?'' Igor asked.
''What?''
''Look at these big houses. Fucking politicians. How the hell do they go from being penniless upstarts to super rich in the space of a few short years?'' Igor asked.
''You already know. Because they are all corrupt bastards. The US is rotten to the
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