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Chapter 3

"REGISTER REPORTER ARRESTED FOR SELLING DRUGS" the headlines of the Banner screamed, and underneath was the story of how Rick Taggart had sold marijuana to high school students.

"Now, honey, keep calm," Nancy Taggart's hazel-eyed husband counseled her from the other side of the screen, brushing a lock of his light brown hair out of his eyes. "Obviously it was a frame. One of the stories I'm on. The heat was probably too much for them, so whoever it was tried to put me out of action. Probably the street gang, you know, the Morros. I've been doing a series of articles on them, their goings on, their legendary trophy room."

"But how could a street gang do something like framing you? I mean, I always thought that they didn't concern themselves with things like framing people. I thought they were just small-time punks, juvenile delinquents."

"Most of them are, honey. But the Morros, they are a little bit different. It's been around for a long time, this Morros gang, started by a Cuban refugee in the forties, now it's headed by the man's sons.

But they're good, and they know what they are about. But then again, as good as they are, they are not quite good enough or powerful enough to cover all the angles. Just give the cops some time and they'll find out that I've been framed. Just don't worry about it. It'll turn out all right. Really, honey, don't worry."

Nancy looked longingly through the mesh screen at her handsome young husband. With all her heart she wanted to reach out and touch him, hold him, and tell him she loved him. But that was against the rules.

Visitors must have no physical contact with prisoners. All she could do was stare numbly at him, her whole being filled with an aching loneliness worse than anything she'd ever suffered in her young life.

"Is there anything that I can do? I told the police what happened, but is there something I can do? Anything!" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

"No, you just stay clear of the Morros and let the police handle it.

They know where to look and they can handle the people."

"But I know I'd recognize the girl again If I saw her. Did you tell them that I could go down to the area and see whether I could find her?"

"No, if the police pick anybody up, they'll call you to make an identification."

A warning bell sounded, indicating that visiting hours were at an end.

"Okay, if you think that it will be better for me to stay put," Nancy said, her stomach contracting at the prospect of being separated from her husband so soon.

"No. You just stay home and be there if the police need you."

The young reporter smiled as reassuringly as he could at his blue-eyed wife, who looked so forlorn on the other side of the screen. "And bring me a great big smile next time you come. Okay?"

Nancy nodded, not trusting her voice. Just then a blue-uniformed guard approached Rick. "I'm afraid that's all the time you've got, Taggart," he said, although his voice wasn't unkind. Rick nodded, and turned his back to the screen.

"I love you, honey," he whispered. "And this'll all be over in no time, you'll see."

"I love you too, darling. I'll… I'll see you."

A few moments later, Nancy was making her way down the broad, steep flight of steps that led from the door of the county jail to the sidewalk below. She started toward her car which was parked down the street, but she suddenly realized that she didn't want to go home. She couldn't face the prospect of going home to her empty house, a house that she could not tolerate without her husband. She would walk a little bit, get her mind off of things for a moment.

Once again Nancy's eyes blurred with tears as her mind went over the nightmarish events three days ago. Everything had gone exactly as she had planned. The dinner was perfect, and by the time they had finished their brandy and coffee, both of them were feeling relaxed and mellow.

Rick went into the living room to read the paper while Nancy cleared the table. Then she slipped into the bedroom and changed into a clinging pair of blue satin lounging pajamas that he had given her for their anniversary, daubed some of her sultriest perfume behind her ears, and loosened her shoulder-length blonde hair so that it fell in soft shimmering waves around her face. Satisfied with her appearance, she went back into the living room and snuggled down next to her husband on the couch.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, you smell good," he murmured, burying his lips in the softness of her curly blonde hair. "What's all this?" he asked, as he opened his eyes and took in her seductive appearance.

"I thought tonight would be a good time to have some fun," his wife replied, to his delight.

"I think that's a great idea," Rick whispered, taking her in his arms and running his hands over the enticingly smooth surface of the clinging pajamas. Her body was soft and yielding underneath, and his prick leapt hungrily to life for he knew that beneath the shimmering garment she was wearing no bra. Her huge tits rose and fell excitedly under his caressing fingers, her nipples tightening into hard pyramidal points. Gently he pushed aside the folds of her tie-front jacket so that the pearl-white mounds, tipped with the softest coral color, were nakedly revealed to his gaze.

Nancy could feel her husband's mounting desire in the trembling of his muscular body as he touched her, and in the sudden quickening of his breath as he bent to take her tingling nipples into his mouth. She leaned back on the couch and let her fingers twine in his sandy hair, trying to communicate with her yielding body all the love and tenderness she felt for him.

She, too, began to feel a rising excitement as he buried his face between her softly billowing tits and reached around to stroke the silky plane of her naked back. Her heart beating faster, almost as though this were their first night together, she accommodated her supple young body to his, arching her back upward to meet his increasingly passionate lips and hands.

"Oh Nancy, I want you so much," the lean-bodied young reporter whispered. "Sooooo much."

"Then take me, Rick darling, fuck me now!" she heard herself murmuring in reply.

Their eyes met, and a galvanic current of love and excitement passed between them, igniting a potent spark of desire that licked greedily at the blonde bride's loins as they moved into the bedroom. Quickly, Rick unbuttoned his shirt and flung it aside. His voluptuous young wife ran her red-tipped fingers up and down over his naked chest, savoring the sculpted hardness of his muscular arms and shoulders, sunburned from their weekend trip to the beach. Standing up to embrace him, she let the top of her satin pajamas slip off her arms, so that her upper torso was completely naked as she pressed herself lovingly against him, her huge tits crushing against the warmth of her husband's strong hard chest.

Covering her shoulders and neck with warm kisses, Rick ran his hands down over the rounded hillocks of her smoothly curved asscheeks, squeezing and kneading them until they glowed with a pleasant heat beneath the cool satin material. He bent her body backwards over his arm so that he could snake his tongue in a lewd wet line from her smooth white neck down between the gleaming mounds of her tits, to the soft flat expanse of her belly to the waistband of her blue satin pajamas. Still supporting her with one strong arm, he used his free hand to untie the drawstring at her waist, and with a rustling sound, the satin pajama bottoms slid to the floor, leaving Nancy completely naked in the half-light of the bedroom.

Rick stepped back far enough so that he could look at his wife for a minute, drinking in the sight of her lush nakedness as though he were dying of thirst. Nancy, scarcely daring to look him in the eye as he gazed with open desire at her young vulnerable body, could see the thick bulge made by his aroused cock inside his pants. It looked as hard as an iron pipe as it pulsed visibly against his thigh, and the experienced young bride felt a thrill of lust course through her lithe young body at the thought that soon the enormous staff would be fucking deep into her tiny pussyhole all the way to the hilt.

Rick, too, was seized with the same thought, as his eyes roved up and down her naked flesh from the golden halo that framed her face and made her eyes look an even deeper blue than usual, over the delicate curves of her neck and shoulders to the enticing fullness of her sensuously ballooning tits, then the indentation of her tiny waist which blossomed outward into the softly rounded contours of her hips, and finally over the length of her long, perfectly shaped legs. He found his eyes returning, as if drawn by a magnet, to the downy triangle of softly curling cunt hairs at the juncture of her thighs.

His tumescent cock throbbed almost painfully with the desire to fuck into her wet pink cunt, to lose himself inside her cunt depths as if her pussy were a cave, a place of refuge from all the storms that seemed to be gathering around him. Harsh masculine lust thundered through his twenty-two-year-old body, and it took all his willpower and control to restrain himself from throwing Nancy down on the floor and assaulting her vulnerably inviting nakedness with all his strength. But that would be a mistake, he knew. Maybe later. But not yet. Not tonight, tonight he was going to take it slow. Now Rick picked her up in his arms, and began carrying her onto the bed, while his naked wife clung to him happily.

He set her down gently on the bed, and then, never taking his eyes from her lushly inviting nakedness, unbuckled his belt and stepped out of both his pants and shorts. Nancy gasped as his thickly throbbing prick sprang free from the confines of his clothing, standing out perpendicularly from the tangle of his brown pubic hair.

He walked over to the bed, his hard, lust-swollen balls bobbing against his hair-fringed thighs as he moved. Lowering himself onto the bed beside her, he again took his wife in his arms, and Nancy thrilled as she felt the vein-ridged surface of his huge cock surge wildly against the smooth skin of her naked thigh. Soon they were locked together in a wordless embrace, their hands eagerly exploring each other's body as they rolled about their wide double bed with rapidly mounting abandon.

Rick could scarcely believe the intensity of his young wife's responses to his lovemaking, for she twined her arms and legs around him eagerly and pressed her full red lips against his own with a longing that was freer than anything she had ever ventured before. Finally he could restrain himself no longer. He had to have her! Now!

Rolling over on top of her naked, enticingly outstretched body, he propped himself up on one elbow and began positioning the heavily pulsing head of his thick cock at the hotly welcoming entrance to her cunt, relishing the fur-like softness of her pussy curls against his sensitized hardness.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Nancy sighed as the smooth blood-filled tip of his cock began to penetrate slowly up inside her, widening her tightly gripping cunt little by little as it advanced. It felt so good, so wonderful up between her legs, at once satisfying and heightening the desperate longing there. Fearfully, but with less and less resistance, she wound her arms around his neck, inviting him to thrust all the way into her slippery cum-drenched pussy.

Suddenly their idyllic fucking was interrupted by the sounds of a harsh knocking on the door. For an instant they stared at each other, frozen in position. Nancy could still see Rick's face as it was in that moment, his brow furrowing with annoyance as the pounding on the door was repeated.

"Open up in there!" a stern male voice demanded. "Police!"

The rest of the evening flashed rapidly before the troubled young wife's eyes like a movie montage – Rick hurrying to the door after slipping on his pants, while she quickly pulled on her dressing gown, the police's efficient search of the apartment after producing a warrant, culminating with the find in the bookshelf, nearly a kilo of marijuana packaged for sale, after which they took Rick off to the police station with Nancy following by taxi.

It was unbelievable to the naive young girl that such a thing could happen to them. Her childhood had left her totally unprepared ever to deal with being suddenly on the wrong side of the law. Of course, it was ridiculous to arrest Rick. The marijuana had obviously been planted in his bookshelf by that dark-haired Spanish girl who had paid such a mysterious visit earlier that day. But she had no proof, only her own word, and that wasn't enough for the police. If only they could find the girl again and force her to tell the police what she knew! But as Rick said, that might be nearly impossible.

With a helpless sigh, Nancy walked a few more steps before she decided to go back to the car, but as she looked up to see where she had walked, however, her mouth fell open in astonishment and disbelief. On the street, scarcely fifty feet away from her, was the very girl the police were looking for, walking toward her! There was no mistaking it.

Nancy would know that close-cropped dark hair and thickly made-up face anywhere.

The young reporter's wife couldn't move as Maria came toward her, even pausing practically in front of her to look in the window of a dress shop. Suddenly, as though she could feel the intensity of Nancy's stare through the plate glass, she glanced up. The two womens' eyes met and Nancy silently mouthed "Maria!"

And then the girl was gone. Realizing she was recognized, the Spanish girl took off like a shot down the street, while Nancy, moving equally fast, raced down the street in pursuit. She was just in time to see the girl disappear around the corner into a worn-out residential block and without even stopping to think about the consequences, she hurried after her.

Had Rick's young wife been more familiar with the layout of the downtown district of Miami, she wouldn't have been so surprised at seeing Maria suddenly appear, as if out of nowhere. For only a few minutes distant was the neighborhood controlled by the cruel Morros gang and in this block was one of the hangouts of the gang.

Inside of the white, two-story hangout, Bernardo Mendosa called to Chico, who was in one of the bedrooms.

"Fuck it!" Bernardo Mendosa yelled belligerently, a little drunk from the beer he had been drinking. "Hey, Chico, do we got any more beer?"

"Yeah, in the front, by the door," Chico called back, snapping his fingers nervously as he walked into the living room.

Bernardo grinned at Chico, then took a large swallow of his beer, and was about to say something when the front door suddenly burst open and Maria raced into the room.

"Hey, Bernardo," she breathed. "I just spotted that Taggart woman on the street. I think she saw me, too. I ran like hell to tip you off she was around."

"You sure she recognized you?"

"I'm pretty sure she did, yeah. I took off as fast as I could, but..

. but I think she might've been following me."

"Shit! That was real smart to bring her right here, Maria, real smart!"

"Well, what was I gonna do? I thought she might be heading here anyway," the curvaceous brunette replied huffily.

"Yeah, yeah, well just get out the back door before she gets here. Me and Chico'll take care of her."

Maria had scarcely disappeared into the gloom at the back of the house when Nancy's slender form became visible at the door, out of breath, and straining to see inside of the building to catch a glimpse of the girl she had been following.

"Not a bad piece of ass, is she?" he whispered to Chico as they watched the voluptuous blonde as she tried to decide whether to enter the deserted house.

"Not bad? Man I could eat that full o' ice cream!" Chico replied.

"Yeah, me too," Salvador's degenerate young brother replied, laughing.

Unaware of the lewd observations being made about her by the two semidrunk men inside, Nancy was still hesitating on the doorstep, wondering if they lived in the house or not, since she wasn't sure that this was where the brunette had gone, but unwilling also to abandon her chase just when she seemed so near her goal. If she didn't follow through now, she might never have another chance to find the girl who she was sure had left the marijuana in their house, and Rick might rot in jail for months!

"Excuse me," she said rather timidly to the two men who had come to the door. "Do you know the girl who just came in? Could I speak with her?"

Chico shot a quick glance over toward Bernardo, then replied, "I didn't see nobody, lady. But you can come in and look around if you want to."

"Maybe I can help the lady out," Bernardo offered, sauntering to the door and holding it open for the young girl to come in. He was much more drunk than he realized, and his voice and stance were a little unsteady as he approached. "I'm… the owner of the house. Come on in and I'll see," he paused, his mouth curling in an arrogant smile.

"What can I do for you?"

Nancy was a little surprised at the sudden appearance of the slender but extraordinarily handsome youth. He looked too young to really be the owner of the house, but she assumed he was telling the truth.

"Well, I don't know actually. I was looking for a girl I know. I saw her on the street, and I… I tried to catch up to her, but she didn't see me. I thought I saw her come in this house."

"Why don't you just call her on the telephone?"

"I… I can't do that. You see, I don't know her number. It's terribly important that I find her. Once more Nancy described Maria in detail, and Bernardo became a little alarmed at the accuracy of her memory. It wasn't a good idea to have this babe nosing around looking for Maria. Apparently she'd already connected the girl with the arrest of her husband. Why else would she be so hot to find her? It hadn't occurred to him in the flush of his easy victory that Taggart's wife would be so ready to go out on her own, or that she would have remembered Maria so accurately. And now she'd traced her to the Morros turf which was definitely not a happy turn of events. Somehow he had to get her off the track, scare her enough so she wouldn't come around butting her nose in his business again.

"Yeah, I think somebody like that did go into the house next door," he replied thoughtfully. "If she did, why I know the people, and I could got the name for you."

"I don't think she'd get in touch with me," Rick's young wife replied ruefully. "You see, it's terribly complicated." The confused reporter's young wife suddenly felt overwhelmed with the apparent hopelessness of the situation and with frustration at having lost her quarry after having the good fortune to spot her on the street. It seemed like an unnecessarily cruel twist of fate, and her eyes began to fill with tears. "I'm terribly sorry," she apologized, "it's just that my husband was arrested for something he didn't do, and I'm sure that girl has some information about it that could… could affect his case. My name is Nancy Taggart. My husband's a newspaper reporter and he has been framed."

"Oh, you mean you're that Taggart guy's wife? The one arrested on the marijuana charges?" Bernardo asked, feigning ignorance.

"Yes, I am."

"Well, Mrs. Taggart, why didn't you say so. Why, I think we could help you right now."

Nancy's eyes widened hopefully at his words. "Oh, do you really think you could? I'd be so grateful! You don't know how much it means to me!"

"Well, I think I could tell you a few things you'd be interested in,"

Bernardo said. "Just follow me."

Silently he signaled to Chico to join them, then preceded Nancy all the way to the back of the house. Opening the door, he stepped aside to let her pass him. No sooner were they inside, than the young wife turned in surprise as she heard the sound of the key once again in the lock, this time locking them in. She felt a tremor of fear as she saw Chico, muscular and ominous-looking, and Bernardo, lean and wiry, staring at her, smiling oddly, and she felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach.