Robbing the Hood

This story was originally written for the The 2025 "Hammered: an Ode to Mickey Spillane" Author Challenge. It is supposed to be written in the style of Mickey Spillane, but I'm not sure how close my story comes to that style. I think my general positive outlook kept it from being as dark and violent as it "should" have been.

My thanks to: TheRedLantern, THBGato and redgarters for their advice and support. If anything still feels off it's because I didn't take all of their advice.

If you have any feedback or suggestions I would love to hear from you.

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Robbing the Hood

Saturday Morning

The chirping of birds woke us to a beautiful sunrise. The light increased slowly and easily at first, then with crashing suddenness. The bright light burst in upon our tangled bodies in a frenzy of delight, then diminished into the steadily increasing glow of morning.

Gods, Diana was so soft, but with the good bits firm and rounded in her fleshy curves and hollows. Her mouth was a hot wet thing that ignited one explosion of fire after another. It melted against mine, a flame that licked and burned every part of me that it touched. Her entire body moved like an octopus of motion and emotion that demanded and demanded. After a brief satisfaction she was almost content enough to fall back into a relaxation close to death itself.

But I wouldn't give her that relaxation. Last night she had asked me to stay, and now she was getting what she needed, what we both needed. She had wanted to know what sex with Cat Noble was like and now she was finding out. She was learning about the rasp of my nails across her skin, the stroke of my tongue around her nipples and the feeling of being touched and caressed in ways she had never known. She was now a woman in the grip of an insatiable lust for sapphic love and in that dawning sunlight she knew for the first time what it was like to live as one of us.

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Late the Previous Friday Afternoon

I needed a way off the street, quick. Or at least someplace to hide for an hour or two until dark. If the Diablos caught me they would kill me, or worse. Traffic was moving, but I couldn't take the time to call a driver. Then I saw Diana driving up the street, maybe she could save me.

Diana Weaver and I had gone to the same high school, but had no reason to interact. She had been in the honors classes, and I had missed a lot of school. I was from the wrong side of the tracks and was regularly in trouble with the teachers. Sometimes my family interacted with her father, Sheriff Caldwell Weaver, but that had never gone well. He had locked up each of my parents at one time or another although if I'm being honest they had probably deserved it. My older brother had spent time in his lockup, too, before he died thanks to a bullet from the Diablos. Not that anyone legal had been able to prove it. My family hated hers but I needed help, and I knew she would help anyone, even me.

Although my parents had always said to stay away from her I knew she was good people, and she helped others when she could. She did dumb stuff like food drives and working at the soup kitchen. She was there that Thanksgiving when I was thirteen and both my parents were "away" and my grandma took us there to eat. She had blinked in shock at seeing a classmate but smiled when she served the food, and never said anything about it to anyone. That was when I fell in love with her.

Lucky for me she wasn't as street smart as the Sheriffs' daughter should be. When she stopped at the signal I saw that her passenger side door was unlocked, so I took the chance and yanked it open. I slipped inside with my stolen duffle bag on my lap.

"What the hell! Who are you? Get out!" Diana didn't panic, but she did yell. I looked a sight with my dirty ripped jeans and oversized hoodie pulled up over my head. I smelled bad too, since I was wearing the same clothes for the third day. And the smell of burnt plastics was definitely still obvious.

I pulled my hood down and shook out my wavy black hair, "I need to get away, just drive."

"Cat? Cat Noble? Shit." She glanced around nervously, looking for whoever was after me. "It's not my dad, is it?"

Damn, I was surprised she knew who I was, and even more surprised that she knew her dad might be after me. "No, the Diablos."

Diana's fingers turned white on the steering wheel, "Shit." She looked both ways and when the light changed she drove, slowly and carefully, straight across the intersection.

After a minute or so she relaxed a little and asked, "Where am I taking you?"

"It doesn't matter, just drive ten minutes and drop me off. I need a place to hide out overnight, and then I'm out of town."

She turned her head and looked me up and down. I could feel the judgment coming. I was just a dirty troubled girl from the wrong side of the tracks. Someone she hadn't even seen or heard about in the two years since we graduated. Her with honors, me by the skin of my teeth.

But no judgment came, just a quiet suggestion. "You can't hide outdoors. It's going to storm later. Is my parents' place ok? I'm home for the summer. The Diablos will never think to look for you at the Sheriff's house."

"I don't want to see your dad." I clutched the bag a little tighter. The sheriff would definitely be interested in what I had but I couldn't lose it. It was my only hope.

Diana glanced at me, then back at the road. "No, I suppose not. Don't worry, I'll sneak you in." That was unexpected. It was an invitation I had wished for back in the day, but not something I thought would ever happen.

About fifteen minutes later we arrived at the Weaver's home in the country, near the end of a dead end dirt road. Part way up the road Diana stopped the car, "There is a camera just inside the driveway that sends a photo to all our phones. Duck down in the foot well and nobody will know. Try to make yourself small." I did as she suggested.

Diana pulled into the third bay of the garage and as the door rolled down behind us she said, "Ok, I've turned off the cameras in here, you are safe." As she turned to exit the car I saw the whale's tale of her thong peeking above her stylish low cut jeans. I watched the curve of her tight ass as she slipped out of the driver's seat.

Diana lived in her own little self contained apartment above the four car garage and she led me up the stairs into it. I glanced out the windows and was surprised by the view. The property wasn't really an estate, but it was a far cry from the broken down apartments I grew up in. The gravel driveway was a block or two long by itself, and the house had a wraparound deck that overlooked what was obviously a swimming pond. The house was surrounded by not quite overgrown flower gardens. It was the most wondrous place I had ever seen although it was getting dark early due to the gathering storm clouds.

The apartment was easily the nicest place I'd seen in years and it was just the space above her parent's garage. Not even a rich girl's clutter could break the sense of it being... clean. Not a single hole in the wall, and there was no smell of old cigarettes or stale beer or dirty diapers.

It was so nice, and I was the dirtiest thing in the place.

As Diana waved her hand toward the little kitchen area she tucked her luscious black hair behind her ear with a smile. "You hungry? Want something to drink?" She was a good hostess, for certain. And so fucking sexy.

I could have lied, but she did offer, and I hadn't eaten anything recently. "Yeah, food would be great."

"Ok, I'll whip up some chicken and pasta. It's nothing fancy, but I like it." Diana laughed as she said it, "Mom always made us cook when we were younger, and we had to eat whatever we made so I got good with a couple of things."

As I stood there looking around uncomfortably Diana offered, "Hey, do you want a shower while I cook dinner? I can toss your clothes in the washer after."

This girl was too good to be true. "That sounds wonderful, thanks."

She pointed toward an open doorway to the bathroom. "The towels on the shelf are clean, and the robe on the door will fit you." She turned into the kitchen nook and started whistling while rummaging through the fridge.

The bathroom was also cluttered, but clean. All white porcelain with frilly pink accents. I closed the door, locked it, and used my bag to block it closed. There were two robes hanging on the door. One was big pink and fluffy while the other was one of those sexy silky Japanese deals. They both smelled like girly perfume, but so did the whole bathroom.

I pulled my switchblade, opened it, and left it on the back of the toilet. It's best to be prepared. I left the rest of my gear on the sink after confirming that my phone was still turned off. I dropped my filthy clothes to the floor and stepped into the shower. It was one of those fancy jobs with a shower wand that immediately started pulsing when I turned the water on. Smiling, I wondered what Diana had been up to earlier in the day.

After I adjusted the spray the water ran down my trim body and I could see the grime slough off. At first I left dirty footprints on the bottom of the tub, but after a moment I couldn't see those any more. As the water loosened the bandage on my left arm I slowly pulled the tape off. It should have been changed days ago, but it was practically healed and I hadn't had the chance. That fucking Diablo, Nacho, who had jumped me on the way back to my pad two weeks earlier, had ended up worse off than me, but he had lived and that was where my most recent problems started. My scar was just barely pink so I wouldn't bother with another bandage today.

As I let the spray wet my hair I enjoyed the heat and pressure against my scalp and body. It was luxurious. Diana had so many choices in her shower. There were four different kinds of shampoo, two kinds of conditioner and another two kinds of body wash. Plus there was a bottle with a ship on it that combined shampoo, conditioner and body wash so she obviously had guys over. Not recently, though, given that she also had a waterproof bullet vibe on the shelf. I picked the purple thing up to examine it before I realized what I had in my hand, and where it did its work.

The hot water and lovely scented body wash was wonderful. I washed my hair, twice, and after wrapping it in a towel I shaved my legs and trimmed up my thatch. I wasn't sure when I would get the chance to do so again, and she had a whole box of new razors on the back of the toilet. After a final quick rinse I was done and drying off. Diana's blow dryer finished off my hair.

As I came out of the bathroom in that big fluffy pink robe that fell just below my knees Diana covered her face and giggled. "Oh, I forgot that one was in there!"

I bristled when she laughed at me. But then she said, "Nobody will ever believe me if I tell them I saw Katherine Noble wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe!"

I tensed up, "You can't tell anyone you saw me! You wouldn't be safe. Sheriffs' daughter or not."

She looked shocked and raised her hands, "Don't worry I won't tell anyone." She motioned to her little table. It was set like a restaurant, with silverware and a cloth napkin and everything. "Come sit down and we can eat." I dropped the duffel at the end of the couch and moved to the table.

As Diana served the food onto our plates it smelled delicious, and my stomach growled. She grinned. "It sure sounds like you are hungry!" The pasta was some kind of fancy twisted curlicue stuff, and the chicken was cooked in some kind of creamy sauce with mushrooms and peas. I ended up eating two servings, while Diana slowly ate through her first. She smiled in pleasure as she dished me the second helping.

We talked over dinner, trying to connect through people we knew in school, but we were too different. Neither of us knew any of the others' friends any better than we knew each other. However, she had heard about my brother. I felt an electric shock when she put her hand on mine and said, "I was sorry to hear about what happened. I'm not sure if you will believe me, but my dad did try. Nobody would tell him anything about the shooting."

Jake had died two years ago, just after Diana and I graduated. "I'm not surprised. The Diablos have everyone in town scared to death. That's why I've got to leave. I'll never be anything more than a target to them." Of course I didn't mention that the contents of the bag were why I would be a target.

It was surreal to be sitting there in this perfect little apartment trying to make what amounted to first date small talk while wearing a fluffy pink robe and no underwear. Diana was right. Nobody would ever believe it was me. I didn't believe it was me, sitting here with a girl I had longed for years ago. "I want to thank you for that Thanksgiving when we were teenagers. You never told anyone that you saw me at the kitchen, and I really appreciated it. Appreciate it."

Diana shrugged and said, "My dad had warned me about you and your family. I wasn't even supposed to talk to you. But that didn't mean I had to make your life worse. I know people would have picked on you, and I didn't want that to happen."

"Well then I really appreciate that you smiled back then. I also want to thank you for saving me today, and bringing me here, you didn't have to do that either." Diana just smiled her cute little sly smile.

After dinner I offered to wash the dishes but Diana said, "Not in that robe, the sleeves will fall down too much. Let's get you something else to wear first." She took my hand and pulled me into her bedroom. My heart rate increased as I realized I was going to take the robe off right in front of her.

Like the rest of the apartment her bedroom was very nice, and clean, and smelled like Diana. The wall above the head of the bed had several windows that looked off to the trees that were whipping in the wind. The double bed was even made. The only part of the room that was messy was the closet, and that was because it was overfull. She pulled open the second drawer down in her bureau and pulled out a t-shirt and soft shorts. "You can wear these until we get your stuff washed."

She paused for a moment and asked quietly, "Do you have other clothes?"

"No. Just what I was wearing."

"Ok, while your stuff is washing you can 'go shopping' in my closet. I've got lots I don't wear. You'll need stuff wherever you end up." She tipped over her laundry basket and picked up a couple of things to put back into the basket. Then she pulled an obviously clean sweatshirt and ripped jeans out of the closet and dropped them in the basket, too.

She saw the look of confusion and said, "The laundry is in the main house, I can't just wash your stuff alone in case mom or dad tries to be helpful and switch it out. They might notice it's not mine. Are your clothes still on the floor in the bathroom? Do you have anything else you want to add in?"

"No, nothing else."

I waited until Diana was in the bathroom to drop the robe, the switchblade in the pocket making a soft "Thunk" as it hit the floor. I made a point to be looking at the shirt with my naked ass toward her when she came out of the bathroom. I could see her in the dresser mirror and watched her pause and look at me for a little longer than necessary to just be friendly. Maybe she was interested after all. She turned and slipped out of the apartment without saying anything. Just knowing she had seen me caused a flutter in my stomach.

I got dressed and had returned to the kitchen to start the dishes when Diana's phone dinged on the table. A picture popped up on the screen. It disappeared before I could get a good look at it, but it was a car. A moment later I heard the garage door beneath me open and shortly after it rolled back closed. One of her parents had come home. I made a point not to make any noise until they were out of the garage.

Diana was gone about fifteen minutes. Long enough for me to finish the dishes and start to get nervous. I couldn't check on her though, I certainly didn't want her dad finding out I was here. When she did return she looked worried.

"My dad's home. He won't be here long, though. He's got to get back to town. There were some shootings, and a fire." She swallowed nervously. "Were you involved?"

I shook my head. "Not directly. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

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Earlier in the day on Friday.

Or, as it turned out, maybe I had been in just the right place.

It certainly felt like the wrong place when Arsenic and Arturo grabbed me off the street and pulled me into that alley. "Come here, bitch!"

Arturo was a big hairy guy and when he grabbed me by my right wrist, the side where I carry my blade, I knew I had no chance of getting it out. I also knew better than to try to fight the two of them at once. "Let go!" I still yelled and pulled against him, though. I had to make it look like I was ineffective in resisting until I got a chance to really respond.

Arsenic pulled a gun and pointed it at my stomach. "Shut up and come quietly! Or you will get the same that your brother got!" Did he really know who killed Jake, or did he just want to scare me?

Arturo pulled me deeper into the alley, "Nacho wants to talk to you. In private. He says you owe him."

"That fucker jumped me and he got what he deserved." I really shouldn't push these guys, but I've got a rep to uphold and if I went along too easily they would know something was up.

At the far end of the alley Arturo pulled me up the back steps to a second floor apartment. The place was a collection point for the Diablos. A couple guys leaving passed us coming down the stairs as we arrived. I didn't want to go up, but Arturo could have just picked me up with one hand and dragged me. The apartment was a dump, with liquor bottles and garbage all over. It smelled overwhelmingly of urine, vomit and incense. They had a couple of candles burning on the coffee table, but it didn't help to cover the stench.

Nacho was back in a bedroom stuffing stacks of cash into a duffle bag. I could see him through the open door. He yelled out, "Tie the bitch up in the kitchen. I'll be with her in a minute."

Arturo tied me to a chair but he did a bad job and didn't even bother to search me. They left me tied there and moved back to the living room. I had enough slack to reach my switchblade. Once they were out of view I twisted and squirmed around until I was able to get out my blade, open it, and start working on the rope. It didn't take long, but I just sat there waiting for a chance to escape.

My chance came a couple of minutes later when the apartment door burst open and yelling and gunfire broke out. I immediately dove from my chair and hid next to the fridge. There were six or eight shots in the living room, and then a couple of louder ones from Nacho, then another from the living room. I stayed motionless for a moment until I smelled something burning. Looking out I saw that the living room was on fire. The flames around the broken liquor bottles were blue.

I moved into the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. The couch was starting to burn, and the room was filling with smoke. Arsenic and Arturo were both dead, as were the two gangbangers who had broken in. Nacho had gotten them with a shotgun. He lay moaning in the bedroom doorway. I saw the duffle just past him so I darted in and picked it up. I didn't know how much was in it, but it was heavy so it was probably a lot.

I left Nacho there moaning as the fire spread. That was the second time I've left him bleeding.

I made it to the alley, and back to the street where I saw Diana and made my escape. Everyone there probably died, but the two Diablos who had left would be able to describe me, if anyone asked.

As I told Diana the story I left out the duffle bag full of cash.

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Back to Friday Evening

Diana was shocked, but relieved, "I'm glad you weren't hurt, and that you got away. You are right though, the Diablos will want to find you. You need to get out of town."

Diana took my hand again, "Come on, you should pick out some clothes to take with you."

Back in her bedroom Diana stretched up to reach the top shelf in her closet. Her shirt pulled up and revealed her sexy thong again, and her curvy hips. She pulled down a pile of four backpacks. They looked like she had used them in high school. In fact one was branded from there. She tossed that one back onto the shelf. "Pick one, you can fill it up."

I picked the black and purple bag. It was closest to my colors, and I remembered Diana using it. She looked at me and asked quietly, "It's weird to ask, but do you want underwear? We're about the same size. I've got some I've hardly used, and they're all clean."

I was already almost naked in front of her. I was only wearing a loose t-shirt and soft shorts. That is almost nothing. Was she asking me to try on the underwear? There was only one way to find out. "Sure, it would be great to have a change." I stripped the shorts down and stood there with my sexy naked ass hanging out for her. If she looked close she could see my pubes, too.

She did look, and she blushed a little before turning to the dresser and pulling out several pairs of underwear. The first four were plain but fit fine. They were a little loose since Diana's ass was larger than mine, but they were fine. The fifth pair, that Diana held dangling from her fingers while she watched me slip the others on and off, was lacy and sexy. She watched me intently as I sat on the edge of the bed slipping them on one after the other. At one point she realized that she was holding her breath and I heard her inhale softly.

As she held out the sexy underwear Diana said, "Cat? Were the stories about you true?"

I pulled the sexy underwear on slowly, stood up and turned to show her my sexy ass. This pair fit better. They would have been tight on Diana. "I'm sure some were, which stories are you asking about?"

"Mrs. Johnson. And Mary."

"Not Mrs. Johnson, no. Oh, she wanted me badly enough, but she could never bring herself to risk her job just for this." I waved my hand up and down my body. "All she would do was to gaze longingly at me. Just like you are doing right now."

Diana gasped and said, "Oh, no! It's not like..." She stopped talking

I smiled at Diana, "Oh, I think it is just like that." I pulled my t-shirt off and revealed myself to Diana. She had seen my back and now she could see my front. I could tell she liked what she saw. I stepped closer to her and her hands came up to caress my breasts.

I grinned, "But Mary the cheerleader? Oh, yeah we made out at that party. People saw us and talked about it. She was so mortified by being caught that she almost dropped out. I went to her house the next weekend and fucked some sense into her. It would have been dumb to quit school for that. We low-key hooked up for a while, but I haven't seen her since graduation."

Diana whispered, "I always wondered if it was true."

"It sure was."

I leaned in to kiss her but the spell was broken by the garage door opening and Sheriff Weaver driving away. Her hand was still on my breast though, holding it and feeling its weight and fullness. "Bras. You need bras, too. I've got some from high school from before I got bigger."

She blushed again before turning back to the closet. I had been reading it right. My high school crush did want me. She had a bunch of bras hanging there and pushed past several to pull out three from the back. "I haven't been able to wear these since I went away to college." Who has bras that they don't wear?

I held out my arms while smilingly asking for Diana's help trying them on. She swallowed nervously and then slipped one up my arms before spinning me around to attach the hooks behind my back. Her fingers felt so hot on my bare skin as she traced the straps and adjusted the sliders. I watched her as she intently adjusted my breasts in the cups. When she looked up and made eye contact I said, "That feels great, thanks."

The bra did fit well, but I was really talking about her fingers on my body.

"Let's try the others, too." I turned around and she deftly unhooked me and released it. I turned around holding the bra in place and as I was standing there in front of her I let it slide off my breasts and arms. Once again her eyes were drawn to my body.

My soon to be lover very much enjoyed helping me try on the bras. I wasn't a fan of the front clasping one, although I was happy with how she tried to adjust it to my liking.

"Diana, have you ever...?"

"No. Not with a girl."

"Do you want to?"

"Yes. Oh, god yes, I do! I've wanted to know ever since I heard about Mary." She nodded her head up and down and I moved forward to kiss her. As our lips met for the first time and I ran my hands to her hips to hold her close the alarm on her phone went off.

"Fuck. The laundry needs switching."

I kissed her again, "It can wait."

"It sure can, but we will be distracted later and we might forget about it." She grabbed my head and kissed me strongly before practically running out of her apartment.

I realized that the rain had started, and it was coming down pretty hard. Looking out the window it was raining so much that I could barely see the swimming pond and the trees on the far side were completely obscured. When Diana returned a few minutes later she was soaked. Her white shirt was translucent and I could see her frilly pink bra. What is it about a wet shirt showing a bra that makes it so much sexier even than a bikini?

Diana was a little out of breath as she entered the apartment and looked at me standing in her bedroom wearing only her leftover bra and panties. She swallowed expectantly and started walking slowly toward me. She pulled her wet shirt over her head as she reached the bedroom door and dropped it on the floor.

Just as she reached me lightning struck somewhere not very far away and as the thunder rolled in she jumped and grabbed hold of my arm. "Easy. It's only a storm." I put my arm around her gently and held her close.

She said, "I don't like loud noises."

As I kissed her I said, "I'll try to moan quietly."

Her hands took mine and pressed them against the damp loveliness of her body. The warmth of her flushed skin radiating to my fingers. As we removed her remaining clothes her skin had the smoothness of silk. My touches caused small nervous impulses of anticipation. She started and moaned as my hands drifted around her body.

There was an innocent quality about her eyes and the way she cringed whenever the thunder broke overhead. Each time it happened she moved closer to me. Someplace in between lightning strikes we were warm and naked against each other and everything seemed to come apart as our mouths met. The restrained passion inside her made her lips quiver. They were a soft, fleshy cushion, spicy wet and crying out for release.

We brought the storm into the room with us. A storm of our own making, a wild flight into a crazy world of passion that was totally uninhibited. We could no longer hear the sounds from outside. The wind and rain on the windows diminished to a soft whisper under the pounding in my ears.

I kissed my way down her body, spending time suckling on each of her nipples. As I kissed past her cute little belly button she spread her legs for me. I knew what she wanted. It was what I had wanted to do to her for years. I could smell her excitement as I tickled my fingers through her thatch of pubic hair. I smiled as her unruly pubes tickled my nose. She had not been expecting anyone like me to visit.

Her vaginal lips were already wet as I traced my fingers up and down them. They were slick and slippery as I spread her open. Her clit was hard and clearly peaking from beneath its hood as I brought my tongue and lips into play. She tasted somehow sweet and spicy. I probed her opening with my tongue and her hips started undulating, trying to get me inside. I could feel her tightness around the tip of my tongue before swapping for first one and then two fingers.

As I started stroking slowly in and out of her body I latched my lips onto her clit and started flicking with my tongue. Diana twisted her fingers into my hair and held me in place as her orgasm started cresting. I watched her stomach moving as her muscles contracted.

"Fuuckk!"

Looking up the length of her luscious body while she was practically convulsing in pleasure was spectacular. After several strong spasms Diana pushed me away and she rolled onto her side, still vibrating.

I crawled up next to her and was there, smiling, as she opened her eyes. "Oh, gods that was good."

She leaned in and kissed me and as she pulled back I saw the look of surprise on her face when she tasted herself. "Oh, is that me?"

"It sure is. Do you like it?" I leaned in to kiss her and she let me, and even ran her tongue around my lips.

"It's weird, but yes. I've tasted myself before." She paused for a moment. "Do you like it?"

"It's the nectar of the gods, I love it."

She held me close, just squeezing me, for a couple of minutes. Then she kissed me three times quickly before pushing me onto my back. "Can I do you?"

I grinned up at her, "I would love that, Diana."

She kissed me again and started making her way down my body. She spent even more time playing with my breasts than I had with hers. My nipples were already showing my excitement, but her gentle handling and squeezing of my breasts really got me going. She even half-bit the soft sides gently. The feel of her teeth grazing my skin was luscious torment.

By the time she got between my legs I was as wet as I had ever been. I was propped up on a pillow watching her explore my body and I saw her draw in a breath, draw in my arousal scent. She looked up with a sly smile and stared into my eyes as she tentatively licked me for the first time. Then I was lost as she focused on learning what I liked. I resisted the urge to grab her hair. I grabbed my own breasts and pinched and teased my nipples instead.

"Oh, yes, right there."

She knew what she liked, and she quickly found what I liked. She also knew when I was getting close and would back off and try something different. After the third time she backed off I could resist no longer and I ran my fingers into her hair, "Please?"

I could only see the smile around her eyes as she latched onto me and drove me over the top with her lips and tongue on my clit. She was hanging onto my hips with both hands, trying to keep me from thrashing around the bed as I lost all control.

There was no concept of time or distance, no remembrance of anything for an unbelievably long period, until at last we lay there together in pleasant exhaustion and let the world come back to normal. Outside there was a bluish-white flash, a crack and a hissing sound and the momentary lull that comes after a close lightning stroke before the sharp smack of thunder. Diana held me closely and we both drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

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Later Saturday Morning

After our vigorous bout of sunrise lovemaking, we had fallen back asleep. An hour or so later Diana stirred next to me. We were sleeping face to face on our sides. When I opened my eyes she was smiling just inches from my face as she traced her fingers up and down my body.

"Good morning!"

I grinned and gave her a quick kiss, "It certainly is."

"I'm going to take a shower. It smells like sex in here."

"Oh, really? Where has your nose been?"

Diana blushed, and playfully slapped my shoulder, "The same place yours has been, and you know it."

I nodded with a smile, "I do."

Diana rolled her eyes at me as she got out of bed and picked up the pink fluffy robe that was still on the floor. She felt the weight of my switchblade in the pocket and pulled it out. She didn't recognize what it was at first, but when she realized she looked at me sharply and put the knife on the nightstand next to the clock.

As she walked out of the bedroom she looked over her shoulder, "Would you like to join me?"

Before she had made it the three steps to the bathroom I was right behind her, sliding my arms around her waist. "Yes."

The shower was tight for two people, but that just made it better. I spread the body wash across her body and then we rubbed against one another to get clean. The slippery feel of my breasts across her back made her quiver, and her hardened nipples tickled as she dragged them across my back in turn. She washed my hair while hugging me close and kissing my face. No one had ever washed my hair like that before, and it was wonderful. I returned the favor.

After rinsing her hair I picked up the purple bullet and grinned, but Diana put her hands over her groin and shook her head. "No, thank you. I had the real thing all night and again this morning. I don't need the toy today."

After breakfast Diana got the laundry and caught up with her dad. When she came back she told me that Nacho had survived to make it to the hospital, but died shortly afterward. The police had identified the four other bodies, it was clearly a gang thing gone bad. The fire hadn't spread outside the apartment but its contents were a total loss. Nobody had told the police anything about a woman fleeing the scene, so I was safe from the authorities for now.

Diana asked, "Where are you going to go?"

I was reluctant to go anywhere, so I shrugged. "I don't have any idea. I've never been anywhere."

"I've had a thought."

"Yes?"

"Only one of my roommates, Sarah, is in our apartment for the summer. We're keeping the place for another year. You could stay there for a while."

"Really? Where?"

"Springfield. Its three hours away and I've never heard of any Diablos there."

"That would be a great place to start. Are you sure?"

"Yeah, we can tell Sarah you are a friend from high school. I don't have to be back to work for three days. We can leave as soon as I pack."

I smiled at the woman who had been the girl of my dreams and smiled. Even without the bag of cash my summer, and maybe my whole future, was looking up.

"I'll go anywhere you take me."

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