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royal-blue bikini, and it seems like the second she takes a deep breath her tits will pop right out of it. I
tremble a little as I study her through the binoculars (Power Optics 30 x 80, one hundred and sixty-nine
dollars without the tripod, lens cap free), and I decide that I don't want anyone else to see her like this.
Bikinis may be all very well for unattached girls, but Marcia is mine, and you can even see that mole right
next to her pussy, for Christ's sake! I make a mental note to tell her to dress more modestly in the future,
wipe away a little stream of spittle that has somehow rolled down to my chin, and go back to looking at
her.

A young blond man, all tanned and hairy and with his cock almost bursting out of his tight swimming
trunks, stops by to talk to her. Tomy Marcia!

I reach into my purse and fondle the .22-caliber Beretta, letting my fingers slide over it and seek out all
its crevices, much as they would like to do with Marcia, and decide to count to twenty. But on fourteen
he shrugs and walks away, and Marcia turns onto her belly, golden buttocks reflecting the sun, begging,
begging to be violated, and never knows that she saved his life by only six seconds.
****

Sunday, June 12

I get up at seven-thirty, turn off my alarm (a General Electric clock-radio, AM/FM,
twenty-two-ninety-five at the local discount house, but it doesn't have a Snooze-Alarm, which was a
terrible mistake but one with which I must live), and train my Celestron on her, but Marcia is becoming
slovenly and she just lays there, eyes shut, the succulent mounds of her breasts rising and falling regularly,
sound asleep.

Nine comes, then ten, and she's still asleep, and I don't dare take my eyes off her for fear that when I'm
not looking she'll wake up and I'll miss the daily unveiling of her treasures, and suddenly I am overcome
by a sense of having been misused. Has she no consideration for me? Doesn't she know how long I have
been sitting motionless, my eye glued to the telescope? It's unfair, no two ways about it, and I make up
my mind to alleviate the situation, so without taking my eyes from her body I reach blindly behind me and
finally manage to locate the telephone.

I call her, and a moment later she sits up in the bed, the covers falling to her thighs, and I see that her
nipples are erect, but it doesn't please me because I know she has been dreaming ofhim , of shoving her
tits into his blond face and sticking his blond cock in her mouth and having his corrupt blond hands
exploring every inch of her, and when she picks up the phone a moment later I am so mad that I don't
trust myself to speak and all I can do is breath heavily into the receiver.

I wait until my head stops throbbing and the screeching noise in my ears goes away, and then I dial her
number again.

тАЬHello?тАЭ she says.

I stare at her and forget the receiver is in my hand, and she hangs up again. But now she is up for the
day, and after I watch her go into the shower and come out and dry herself off and powder her body, I
call a third time. This time I am in perfect control of myself. This time I will lay down the law to her.

тАЬHello?тАЭ she says again.

тАЬHello, Marcia,тАЭ I say softly.