Tycoon by Harold Robbins Page A

clitoris. Connie shrieked.
    He discovered to his surprise that Connie was hesitant about touching his penis. When he led her hand to it, she pulled back. This twenty-seven-year-old woman, mother of three, was acting like a virgin. With calm, quiet insistence he brought her hand to his inner thigh and tried to guide it to touch his penis.
    She resisted. “That’s a circumcised penis, isn’t it? Does that make them bigger, Jack? Dan’s is nothing like that. His is the only one I’ve ever seen, and it doesn’t look anything like yours. Don’t ask me to touch it.”
    â€œFor God’s sake, Connie. You must have—”
    â€œNo,” she whispered. “Why would I . . . touch it? He manipulates that.”
    She was fascinated just the same. Finally she let him guide her hand to his cock, and she ran her fingers over his shaft from root to tip. She lifted his scrotum and discovered his testicles. Her eyes widened. She closed her hand around his penis and tightened her grip gently.
    â€œConnie! Oh, God, Connie!”
    He slipped his middle finger up and down inside her wet cleft, stimulating her clitoris.
    She began to cry. “We’re not supposed to—”
    â€œConnie!”
    â€œEither I’m committing a great sin,” she said hoarsely, “or a greater one has been committed against me.”
    â€œAre you telling me you’ve never enjoyed it?”
    She shook her head. “I’m not supposed to.”
    â€œBullshit,” said Jack. “Feel this!” He ran his finger around her clitoris. “Feel it!”
    â€œOh . . . do it, Jack! Do it! Come inside me!”
    He grabbed for a packaged condom and unwrapped it.
    â€œNo!” she blurted. “I’ll do it, but not with that! Not with that!”
    He put the condom aside.
    She turned over on her back, spread her legs, and whispered, “Trump my ace, partner.”

EIGHT

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    1938
    O N M ARCH 12 THE G ERMAN ARMY MARCHED INTO A USTRIA, and Hitler proclaimed Austria a new province of the German Reich. On March 14 he was driven on a triumphal progress through the streets of Vienna.
    On March 19, Curtis Frederick arrived in Vienna, where he witnessed the persecution of Jews. He saw Jewish businessmen scrubbing sidewalks and sweeping the gutters, and he learned from reliable sources that many Jews had disappeared into what the world had learned to call concentration camps. Curt reported none of this in the wires he sent to Boston. He knew the Germans read every wire that left Vienna, and he kept silent about the atrocities, lest they decide he was an enemy of the Reich. Others were doing that. He had another idea in mind.
    He traveled to Berlin. There he contacted Ernst Bauer, a journalist he had known in the past who was now an undersecretary in the Ministry of Propaganda. He suggested to Bauer that Americans were interested in the Reichskanzler but knew almost nothing about him. He proposed an interview with the Chancellor, to be broadcast live to the United States.
    After a few days Curt got his answer. Because of difficulties in translation and in scheduling, the Führer could not possibly sit down for an interview with Herr Frederick. He would, however,consent to the broadcast to the United States of an interview he had recently given to a German journalist, for which the ministry would supply a translation.
    Curt proposed that the interview be sent out over a powerful shortwave station operated by Norddeutsche Rundfunk. It would be picked up by a sophisticated shortwave receiving station on Cape Cod and sent by leased telephone lines to Boston and the other cities served by Lear Broadcasting.
    The Ministry of Propaganda accepted that proposal, and Bauer delivered two big disks to the station. The broadcast began at two in the morning with a brief explanation by Curtis Frederick of how the event had been arranged. Then the interview began. At first the dialogue was