could really give it his full attention, she leapt out of it, scaring the living shit out of him.
She gave a wild, terrifying yell and lunged at him, pointing a handgun at his face.
“You evil fucking child,” she screamed. “Give me your cock!”
Kevin fell back, horrified, as she jumped on him and aimed the barrel of the gun at his head.
Then she broke into wild laughter and pulled the trigger. Kevin heard the click and felt his heart stop for a beat. She laughed again and began to kiss him and hug him.
“Whoaaaa,” Kevin said.
“I love you so fucking much,” she said.
And she reached down and put his still-hard cock into her and began to ride on top of him.
The weed, the fun of the game, and the fear put Kevin into a whole new place, something he couldn't even name. He was inside her, and she was tight and she was kissing and biting his neck and what if Granddad saw it, but the hell with Granddad. He was inside Vicki and he was madly, wildly in love with her, and nothing else in the world mattered one damned bit.
But after it was over and he felt they had become one, a single thing, had actually melded into one another, she did a strange thing.
She sat in front of her mirror and looked at her face, running her fingers along the wrinkles on her cheeks and the little crow's feet by her eyes.
And she began to cry.
Kevin was out of bed at once and got up behind her, patting her cheeks and kissing her head.
“What's wrong, Vicki?”
“I look soooo old. God, my mother was so beautiful. Much more beautiful than I am. But in her forties she just fell apart. Wrinkles everywhere. She tried every cream they make but none of them really worked. She was the belle of the ball, as they used to say, but poof, like a fairy tale, it was all over.”
“That won't happen to you,” Kevin said. “That will never happen to you. And even if you do get some wrinkles, I'll never leave you, Vicki. You can count on that.”
She half turned and looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Of course,” Kevin said. “I love you, Vicki, and no matter what I'll never, ever leave you.”
“Of course,” Vicki said. “You're my good, true boy. My sweetheart. I know I can always trust you.”
He kissed her and his heart almost burst with emotion.
How he hated to see her suffer. He would do anything to prevent that from happening. Anything.
Chapter Fifteen
Jack sat in the little park behind La Fonda. It was cold. Snow was in the air. But he was watching something that stunned him. Ellen Garcia, the woman he had seen with her right arm in a sling the day he had arrived in Santa Fe, was now standing in the park with a young trainer. And she was doing pull-ups.
That seemed beyond remarkable. It was almost spooky.
She seemed to have healed via the promise of Santa Fe: come here and expect a miracle.
Jack watched as she did one, two . . . three. She stopped at six. Okay, not that many, but she had looked almost completely out of it, not forty-eight hours ago.
He got up from his bench and walked toward her.
“Hi, Ellen, how are you?”
“I'm fine, Jack,” she said. “Jack, I want you to meet my trainer, Rich Carlson.”
“Nice to meet you, sir,” the young man said.
“Same here,” Jack responded. “Just the other day you couldn't even lift your arm. How in the world . . . ?”
“Shots,” Ellen said. “D-35, developed at Blue Wolf. All new. Andunlike some of the stuff you get, this doesn't wear off. Not if you exercise with it.”
“I see,” Jack said. “Do the patients use it, too?”
“Yes, some of them. But you have to do the rehab afterward. If you don't, the formula doesn't really have a chance to work.”
“What the hell is D-35?” Jack asked.
Ellen and Carlson both smiled.
“Well, if we tell you that, we'll have to kill you,” Carlson said, still smiling.
Ellen did another chin-up. And one more, which she held for a few extra seconds.
“D-35 does many
She gave a wild, terrifying yell and lunged at him, pointing a handgun at his face.
“You evil fucking child,” she screamed. “Give me your cock!”
Kevin fell back, horrified, as she jumped on him and aimed the barrel of the gun at his head.
Then she broke into wild laughter and pulled the trigger. Kevin heard the click and felt his heart stop for a beat. She laughed again and began to kiss him and hug him.
“Whoaaaa,” Kevin said.
“I love you so fucking much,” she said.
And she reached down and put his still-hard cock into her and began to ride on top of him.
The weed, the fun of the game, and the fear put Kevin into a whole new place, something he couldn't even name. He was inside her, and she was tight and she was kissing and biting his neck and what if Granddad saw it, but the hell with Granddad. He was inside Vicki and he was madly, wildly in love with her, and nothing else in the world mattered one damned bit.
But after it was over and he felt they had become one, a single thing, had actually melded into one another, she did a strange thing.
She sat in front of her mirror and looked at her face, running her fingers along the wrinkles on her cheeks and the little crow's feet by her eyes.
And she began to cry.
Kevin was out of bed at once and got up behind her, patting her cheeks and kissing her head.
“What's wrong, Vicki?”
“I look soooo old. God, my mother was so beautiful. Much more beautiful than I am. But in her forties she just fell apart. Wrinkles everywhere. She tried every cream they make but none of them really worked. She was the belle of the ball, as they used to say, but poof, like a fairy tale, it was all over.”
“That won't happen to you,” Kevin said. “That will never happen to you. And even if you do get some wrinkles, I'll never leave you, Vicki. You can count on that.”
She half turned and looked up at him with tears in her eyes.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Of course,” Kevin said. “I love you, Vicki, and no matter what I'll never, ever leave you.”
“Of course,” Vicki said. “You're my good, true boy. My sweetheart. I know I can always trust you.”
He kissed her and his heart almost burst with emotion.
How he hated to see her suffer. He would do anything to prevent that from happening. Anything.
Chapter Fifteen
Jack sat in the little park behind La Fonda. It was cold. Snow was in the air. But he was watching something that stunned him. Ellen Garcia, the woman he had seen with her right arm in a sling the day he had arrived in Santa Fe, was now standing in the park with a young trainer. And she was doing pull-ups.
That seemed beyond remarkable. It was almost spooky.
She seemed to have healed via the promise of Santa Fe: come here and expect a miracle.
Jack watched as she did one, two . . . three. She stopped at six. Okay, not that many, but she had looked almost completely out of it, not forty-eight hours ago.
He got up from his bench and walked toward her.
“Hi, Ellen, how are you?”
“I'm fine, Jack,” she said. “Jack, I want you to meet my trainer, Rich Carlson.”
“Nice to meet you, sir,” the young man said.
“Same here,” Jack responded. “Just the other day you couldn't even lift your arm. How in the world . . . ?”
“Shots,” Ellen said. “D-35, developed at Blue Wolf. All new. Andunlike some of the stuff you get, this doesn't wear off. Not if you exercise with it.”
“I see,” Jack said. “Do the patients use it, too?”
“Yes, some of them. But you have to do the rehab afterward. If you don't, the formula doesn't really have a chance to work.”
“What the hell is D-35?” Jack asked.
Ellen and Carlson both smiled.
“Well, if we tell you that, we'll have to kill you,” Carlson said, still smiling.
Ellen did another chin-up. And one more, which she held for a few extra seconds.
“D-35 does many
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