THE USUAL WARNINGS:  

This is a work of fiction by a twisted mind.  If you are 
offended by graphic sexual descriptions of natural and/or 
unnatural acts, or if you are underage, don't read any 
further. 

This story is a fantasy.  You have to loosen your clench on 
reality a little when you read it.  As is the case with 
most stories in this newsgroup, in this story all the women 
are beautiful; gravity has never touched their breasts nor 
wrinkles their unblemished faces; the men (the hero in this 
story, at least) are hung like bulls and can get it up and 
keep it up at will; there are no STDs, morals, or unwanted 
pregnancies; and guilt is a four letter word.  Most of all, 
strength of character doesn’t stand a chance against any 
erotic stimulus, which can be as benign as a glance.  This 
is a tale in which physical acts and human responses are 
not limited to, nor necessarily based in, reality.  Some 
acts and responses in this story may be physically 
impossible or physiologically improbable.  That being said, 
stick your tongue firmly in your cheek and enjoy.

This story is intended for the salacious entertainment of 
consenting adults.  Do not try to do any of the things 
described in this story.  You will injure yourself or your 
partner.  Or be arrested, or shot by her father....

If you are under 18 years of age, go away.  This story will 
burn your eyeballs and fry your brain. 

If material of a strong sexual nature is prohibited where 
you are, go away.

By continuing, the reader accepts all responsibility for 
any disgust, revulsion, jail sentences, or pleasure that 
result from reading this story.  

You have been warned!

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credit and some money, too.  Fair’s fair, no?

That said, enjoy!....? 

NightShade


















The President's Club, Chapter 9

by NightShade

first posted 4/97, revised 12/98

Sam had released her from her stringent bondage after she 
had fainted.  He didn’t want to put her through another 
night of having to sleep standing up.  He had massaged her 
wrists and legs with his special soothing lotion he had 
used before, but, as with the stripes on her back, the 
marks would last for days, especially those between her 
legs and cunt lips where the rough rope had rubbed the 
tender skin almost raw.  She was very tender in her nether 
regions.  The salve didn’t help when that much of the 
protective layers of the skin were damaged and the nerves 
almost exposed.

She stirred on the bed.  He stopped what he was doing and 
went over to stand by the bed.  She looked up at him, the 
focus in her eyes far away.  A grin slowly came to her lips 
when she was able to bring him into focus.  He had removed 
his clothes while he has whipped her and had not bothered 
to dress after she had fainted.  Reaching over to him, she 
grabbed his prick firmly.

“More,” she said.  It was neither a question nor a demand.  

“More?”  Sam’s voice cracked when he spoke, causing them 
both to crack up.

"You promised."

"I know I did.  I just want to be sure you’re OK."

She turned a defiant eye to his tender one.  "You 
promised!" she repeated, this time emphatically.  “You 
promised you would fuck me after.”  She looked up at him 
and he could see the desperation in her eyes.  “Pleeease?”

He sighed as he lay down beside her on the bed.  His hands 
floated over her body, slowly arousing her, bringing her to 
the edge repeatedly.  His lips suckled at her tits, his 
tongue flicking over the gold rings.  It was a novel 
sensation for her, and it drove her to the brink as easily 
as his feathery touches to her raw clit.  

When he took her, he treated her with extreme care.  It was 
much too gentle for her taste.  She eased her body out from 
under him and pushed him over on his back.  Her sore 
muscles screamed at her actions but she was determined to 
have him her way.  She lifted her leg up and over his torso 
and settled down over him, straddling his hips.  She froze, 
squeezing her eyes shut.  It hurt so good she almost 
fainted.

Karin laid her palms on his shoulders and pressed down, 
resting on her straightened arms.  She kept her eyes closed 
and breathed deeply several times, willing the pain into 
the background.  He lay still under her, his prick nestled 
between her pussy and his body.  She had not yet gotten to 
the point of sliding back and inserting him into her pussy.  
Even so, he was amazed at her determination and stamina to 
get this far.  Against his dominant instincts, he decided 
to let her set the pace this time.  He was completely 
satisfied with their trip so far, having satisfied his dark 
needs for inflicting pain and domination.  This rest was 
gravy for him.

With a catch in her breath, she raised her pelvis up off 
his stomach.  She reached beneath her, feeling between 
their bodies.  She carefully positioned his fat cock head 
against the tight opening of her cunt.  She pushed back 
firmly, crying out to the darkened gloom, and fully seated 
herself on his saddle horn.  Pleasure mixed with pain 
flooded her senses as she was filled with his hot pulsing 
meat.  

Karin just sat there for the longest time.  This fucking 
thing was so new to her, and his cock was so massive, she 
still needed time to adjust to it filling her.  When he was 
inside her, deep and hard as he was now, she could think of 
nothing else.  She could feel nothing else.  The fullness, 
the completeness pushed all other feelings out of her mind.  
She blushed as she realized that when he filled her, she 
became a cunt.  Just a cunt.  A living, throbbing hole that 
needed to be satisfied.  She could feel his slow steady 
heart beat through his prick, a drummer in counterpoint to 
her own rapid beat.

Giving in to base urges with a groan, she rocked back and 
forth on his erection, establishing a rhythm that matched 
the beat of her inner drummer.  Sam lay passive beneath 
her, content to be along for the ride.  He kept a close eye 
out for any signs of distress in her, however.  It took a 
lot away from his enjoyment, but he felt responsible that 
she not be injured.

Karin opened her eyes and saw his concerned, but happy 
face.  She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, then his 
eyes, then his nose and finally his lips.  As she kissed 
him, her dangling tits brushed up against the hairs on his 
chest.  The over-sensitized buds sent thrills coursing 
through her as she shimmied her shoulders to sway her 
breasts sexily over his chest as they kissed.

Breaking the kiss, she burrowed her face into his neck.  
"Thank you," came her muffled voice.

"You're welcome!" he answered, then asked, puzzled, "For 
what?"

She pulled his hands up to cup her breasts, the gold nipple 
rings burning into his palms form the heat between them.  

"For these."

“Oh?  Why is that something to thank me for?"  He was 
teasing her, but wanted her to verbalize what she was 
thinking.

"Because I'll always have these to remember our time 
together.  Even when the aches and pains are gone, I will 
have these.  So, ‘Thank You, Sir.’"

"Oh.  OK."

"Sir?” she asked a little later.

He nodded for her to continue.

“Sir, I know your name isn't Sam, but that's OK with me.  I 
really don't need to know.  It sort of adds to the 
mystery."  She continued, twisting his chest hairs around 
her finger.  She was fascinated with them.  "If you need 
me, you know who I am and where I live.  I want you to know 
that you will always be welcome there, even if you just 
want to talk.  I'd love to visit the cabin again, anytime 
you want .... or need."  Her fingers dug into his 
pectorals, emphasizing her last point.

He felt shamed and elated the same time.  He had not 
planned to reveal his identity to her.  It was a sort of 
tradition.  The members of the President’s Club had agreed 
that when they brought ‘special’ dates, the dates were not 
to know any of their identities.  Special dates, which 
Karin had been, sometimes experienced unexpected advances 
from their escorts.  Sam always made sure each woman he 
escorted to the annual event knew what to expect before 
they engaged in anything.  He also stopped at the first 
refusal to continue, but some of the others members of the 
Club had been known to get a little out of hand.  Sam was a 
firm believer that ‘No’ meant ‘No.’  

He had not heard that particular word on this phenomenal 
weekend.  Karin had refused him nothing, at great cost to 
her body.  He had used her in every way possible.  He had 
marked her with his own nipple rings.  Yes, she was a 
special girl, but not the kind he had thought initially.  
He had taken, but not given in return.  She had nailed his 
sexual needs on the head and accepted them.  Hell, she had 
encouraged him to break through his own fears about his 
dark obsession and to accept it himself.  Now she was 
giving him the future.  No questions asked.  No demands.

It was an uncomfortable moment.  He wasn’t sure if she 
wanted him to say something.  He was afraid if he did open 
his mouth, he would end up professing his undying love for 
her.  As much as he felt that was the truth, he also knew 
that these weekends were highly charged emotional events.  
What he felt now, he might not feel next week, next month, 
next year.  He had only just met her, and, well... Oh, 
SHIT!  It sounded just as empty to him the second time when 
he reviewed it.  It was as obvious a rationalization as he 
had ever heard.  He was glad he had not said anything.  

Sam laid his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes.  
Her pussy was still milking his prick as she lay on top of 
him, watching his inner struggle as it played out on his 
face.  She had hoped, well, that she would at least find 
out his name.  It had been worth a shot.  She could always 
just think of him as ‘Sam’ until he decided to tell her his 
real name.  What was important now was that their time 
together was quickly ending.  She wanted to make the most 
of it.

She latched on to his chin with her sharp white teeth, 
shaking her head like a terrier.  With her arms, she 
grabbed him to her soft breasts.  She stretched her legs 
out straight behind her.  Rolling onto her side, a firm 
grasp on his cock with her hungry cunt, she whispered to 
him, her manner urgent, "Fuck me, Sam, Fuck me hard!"

He completed the roll she had started and settled her on 
her back.  He leaned on her pelvis heavily, wanting to 
irritate the raw flesh there.  She lifted her knees to her 
chest to give him even greater access to her pussy, daring 
him to do his worst, or best, to her.  Incited, he reached 
down, grabbed her ankles and bent them up beside her head.  
Her positioned lifted her hips off the bed, and put her wet 
canal in a perfect line with his raging cock.  When he 
drove down into her cunt with all his weight, he bottomed 
out and stretched her cunt wall to a new size.  

He kept his promise to fuck her hard, and long.  He had 
come several times over the course of the last three days. 
Although his prick was rock hard, he felt confident that he 
was going to be able to draw this last fuck out for a long 
time.

It turned out to be not as long as he had hoped.  Her 
magical cunt muscles began squeezing and milking his prick 
as soon as she began to climax.  She screamed out her 
ecstasy with each peak lasting several minutes.  Before 
long, her sexual excitement infected him and he began to 
pump his final load into her, his rod swelling as he 
peaked.  He grunted and stiffened as she screamed for him 
to empty his spurting cock into her.  Spent, he collapsed 
on her sweaty body.  His deflating prick slipped from deep 
inside her body.  Sadness settled over the two lovers at 
the climax to their time at the cabin.  It had truly been a 
special time.  They held each other tightly, even as they 
drifted into a sound asleep.

Sam and Karin drove back to the city in sated silence early 
the next morning.  They had made love once more, but it had 
been almost an anti-climax.  The urgency was gone, both of 
their compulsions had been satisfied, for the moment, at 
least.  Sam had brought along loose sweat shirt and sweat 
pants for her to wear back to the city, correctly guessing 
that those soft loose garments wouldn't irritate her skin.  
At first light, Karin had teased and dared him into the icy 
waters of the pool before they left for the city.  They had 
skinny dipped like innocent teenagers, splashing and 
dunking each other with wild abandon.  She was strong 
enough to give him back as good as she got.  When he broke 
through the icy surface, gasping for air after she had 
dunked him again for the umpteenth time, he cried ‘uncle.’  
Staggering ashore, they collapsed on the bank in peals of 
laughter.  He had never enjoyed himself more at the cabin.

His cellular telephone started ringing as soon as he came 
into range of a cell.  That was a bad sign.  He had had his 
secretary reschedule all of his meetings indefinitely.  She 
was one of the few former visitors to the cabin and 
understood there was no schedule, no timetable for these 
things.  That someone needed him urgently enough to auto-
redial his cell phone could only mean a major international 
client was in big trouble.  That’s all he dealt with, the 
major accounts.

His mind switched automatically to business mode as he hit 
the Send button to answer his phone.  Karin sat beside him 
quietly as he drove, listening quietly, not interrupting.  
She knew she didn’t have to tease or pester him for 
attention like an adolescent would have.  She sensed his 
affection for her.  When he was ready, when he needed her, 
he would come back to her.  He hadn’t said so in so many 
words, but she knew.

She closed her eyes, listening to his side of the 
conversation.  “...I’ve been out of town.  Personal. ... 
No, no, I’m fine.  Never better, in fact. .... Hong Kong?  
.... Ouch!  ... That bad, huh?  ...  Have my secretary go 
to my apartment and pack a bag. ... Yeah, she knows, she’s 
done it before.  Knowing her she’s already there waiting 
with it. ... Yes, she’s that good and, no you can’t have 
her. ... The flight leaves in 45 minutes? ... Well, if I 
push it, I can just make it. ... Right. ... Talk to you 
from Hong Kong.”

Just as he finished speaking, they pulled up in front of 
her apartment.  She leaned over, gave him a quick peck on 
the cheek, and said, “Go on now.  I know you’re in a 
hurry.”  She jumped out of the car and closed the door 
before he could say a word.  His mind was already on the 
disaster he was going to have to deal with.  He knew there 
was something he wanted to say to her, but she was gone and 
out of the car before he had a chance to get his mind in 
gear.  He waved good bye to her and grinned as she mouthed 
‘Thank You’ as he drove out of sight.

He was about 10,000 feet in the air when it came to him.  
“Shit!” he exclaimed, causing the first class attendant to 
spill a drink on the squalling brat two rows up.  He had 
intended to tell Karin his name.  He made a note to tell 
his secretary to contact her.  She would understand.  She 
had been there before.

At the same time the flight attendant was dousing the 
passenger, Karin was echoing his 'Shit,' albeit under her 
breath.

She had walked up to her apartment.  The future looked 
bright.  For the first time in her life, she felt loved.  
She had found a man, her man, and he needed her.  She 
wandered aimlessly around the apartment, running her hands 
over the leather chair they had put to such good use.  She 
could still see the crusty stains of their mingled cum 
juices.  She found herself in the bedroom, tightly holding 
onto the homemade whip and absently snapping the 
clothespins when the knock came at the door.

She opened it with a wide smile, thinking her ‘Sam’ had 
thrown his career out the window and had come back to ride 
off into the sunset with his true love.  The smile faded, 
as she looked at the two large men in ill-fitting blue 
suits standing at the door.  Each was holding up a badge.  

“Mrs. Saunders?  Mrs. Karin Saunders?” the taller of the 
two asked her.

“Yes, I’m Karin Saunders.”

“Ma’am, I’m Sgt. Wilson, this is Sgt. Hague.  We’d like you 
to come downtown with us to answer some questions.”  

Karin had never had any contact with the authorities.  She 
didn’t ask why, she didn’t even think of refusing.  She 
simply sighed, stepped into the hallway, closing the door 
behind her, and went with the two officers.

An hour later, she sat in the interrogation room in shock.  
From the gist of the questions, she had pieced together 
that something had happened to Bill.  She had been so 
relieved it hadn’t been Sam.  But they kept hounding her 
and hounding her for where she was the last four days, why 
had she moved out of the house, who did the apartment 
belong to, and on and on.  The tall man did all the 
talking.  The other one, the older one, just stood against 
the wall, glaring at her.  He scared her.

Sgt. Wilson, the junior of the two officers, was doing all 
the talking to keep his partner from loosing his badge.  
Sgt. Hague had known Bill Saunders for years and considered 
him a good friend.  He had never met the new wife, and all 
Bill had ever said to him about their sudden marriage was 
that it had been a big mistake.  He had called her a ‘gold-
digger.’  Bill had jokingly brushed it all off with some 
raunchy comments about her insatiable sex drive or 
something, which made everyone laugh and a little jealous 
of him, too.

Sgt. Hague was taking Bill’s murder particularly hard.  He 
had not asked to be assigned to the case, in fact, he had 
tried to explain that he couldn’t do a good job because of 
his friendship with the victim.  Their lieutenant, a real 
hard-assed bitch, had noted his concern and assigned him 
the case anyway.  He knew better than to question her 
decision.  The last guy who had dared to challenge her was 
still writing parking tickets.  Not wishing the same fate, 
Sgt. Hague had thrown himself into the case, and it had 
solved itself.

A search of the house had revealed a fully stocked woman’s 
closet with most of the tags still hanging from the never-
worn clothes.  What they didn’t find were toiletries, 
underwear or personal effects.  The young new wife was 
nowhere to be found.  A wider search of Bill’s properties 
had turned up evidence of someone living in one of the 
vacant apartments in one of the unused warehouses, but a 
two-day stakeout had turned up nothing.  Convinced she had 
fled the city they had set a trip alarm on the door on the 
outside chance someone would up.  In their experience, 
persons who committed domestic crimes were pretty stupid 
when it came to police procedures.  The didn’t really think 
anyone would be dumb enough to go back to their hideout.  
They were surprised when the alarm had gone off.  They were 
even more surprised when it turned out that the intruder 
who had set the alarm off was their suspect.

For the next 12 hours Karin Saunders was questioned over 
and over about her whereabouts and who she had been with 
the last 3-4 days.  Nothing was said about why she was 
there.  Sgt. Hague really wanted the bitch to trip herself 
up and say something incriminating.  It was a surprise to 
the young wife, therefore, when she was booked for the 
murder of her husband at the end of those 12 long grueling 
hours.  She had not confessed, but in twelve hours of 
intense questioning, she had never told them where she had 
been, whom she had been with, no alibis, no witnesses, 
nothing.  Even more convincing in the minds of the officers 
was the fact that she had never once, in the entire twelve 
hours, asked for or referred to her husband.  She had never 
asked for a lawyer.  To them, that told them she was 
guilty, that she already knew he was dead.  They had not 
released the news of his death, so it had never made the 
news.  She knew about it, because she had done it.

Lt. Sandra Billings, the ‘hard-assed bitch,’ had watched 
the last 4 hours of the interrogation from behind the one-
way mirror.  It didn't look good for Mrs. Karin Saunders.  
She was the only suspect, and, as her husband’s spouse and 
the sole beneficiary of a multimillion-dollar life 
insurance policy as well as the sole heir to his business 
empire, things didn't look at all good for her at all.  The 
evidence the police had put together, her lack of an alibi, 
well, the lady was in deep shit.

But something didn’t sit quite right.  She had read the 
reports as they had come in.  At first, this had been just 
another routine murder investigation, and it looked like it 
was going to fall into the same domestic violence category 
that 85% of the other murders in their city did.  On a 
routine visit to the interrogation area, however, she noted 
something odd about the suspect.  She couldn’t put her 
finger on it, but something piqued her curiosity.  She 
didn’t leave the window until Karin was taken downstairs in 
handcuffs for booking.  She hadn’t contradicted her 
officers’ recommendation to arrest Mrs. Saunders, but she 
was convinced she was innocent.

Karin was numb, in a state of shock.  She had been since 
she had heard the words, ‘You’re under arrest for the 
murder of William Saunders.’  Bill was dead.  Sam was in 
Hong Kong.  She was all-alone, with no one to turn to.  

She had tried to tell them everything as honestly as she 
could.  But she didn’t know anything.  They didn’t believe 
her.  Especially the mean one, Sgt. Hague.    She didn't 
know who Sam really was, or where she had been at the ball 
or where the cabin was, so she never said anything about 
them.  She had no alibi for her time and didn't want to go 
into too many details about her recent activities.  They 
didn’t believe her when she explained that Bill had 
arranged for her to move into the apartment.  

She was fingerprinted, photographed and taken to the 
women's section of the county jail, pending a hearing.  It 
was when she was strip-searched that the first tangible 
evidence that questioned her guilt came up.  Lt. Billings 
had personally escorted her up to the woman’s floor.  The 
other female employees qualified to escort a felony suspect 
were all out of the building.  Lt. Billings didn’t mind.  
She wanted to get a better handle on this quiet woman.  She 
just didn’t fit the profile.

The women's guard assigned to book her at the jail had just 
been severely reprimanded for using excessive force on 
another inmate, so Lt. Billings was standing just out side 
the cubicle during the search.  When the guard had seen the 
fresh marks on Karin's body, she knew she should have 
called Lt. Billings into the examination area right then.  
She didn’t want anything to do with this new cunt.  She 
also suspected Lt. Billings of trying to set her up.  She 
had heard stories about the ‘iron bitch.’  Instead, she 
proceeded with search, taking extra care to be gentle.  
Karin’s pained cry, however, when her well-lubricated 
gloved finger entered her vagina for a cavity search 
brought the lieutenant into the cubicle, eyes blazing.

What she saw made her gasp.  Ugly blue bruises and red 
welts covered what should have been a gorgeous body from 
the neck to her ankles, front and back.  

The guard immediately began to protest.  “It wasn’t me that 
did this, Lt.  Honest!  I was just doin’ my job and the 
cunt screamed.  I even used a glove and grease and 
everything.  See?”  She held out the soiled latex glove for 
her to inspect.

Lt. Billings turned to the guard.  “Oh, shut up!  You 
didn’t have time to do all this damage.  I want you to go 
get an evidence camera.  Now!”

Lt. Billings had Karin stand in the classic ‘up against the 
wall’ search position with her arms outstretched and her 
legs spread, but this time Karin was naked.  She 
photographed the various bruises and rope marks on her 
body.  Then she posed her so she could photograph the 
brutalized front areas.  When she was finished taking 
evidence, she tossed her prison garb on the table.

"You can get dressed, Mrs. Saunders."

Karin pulled the shapeless garb carefully over her tender 
flesh.

"Sit down."

Karin sat, waiting.  She was terribly embarrassed at the 
exam.  She dreaded the line of questions that she knew were 
coming.

"Did your husband beat you?" the lieutenant started out.

Karin thought back to the scene in the basement.  “Yes, 
once."

“Did you report it?”

Karin looked quizzical.  “No, why?  Should I have?”

The interrogator ignored her questions.  "Did he do this to 
you then?"  She indicated the Polaroid photos she had just 
taken of the bruises and marks on Karin’s body. 

"No, he didn’t do that to me."

"Oh.  If he didn’t, who did this to you?"

"I ... I, uh, don’t know."

Lt. Sandra Billings leaned forward and examined her head 
carefully for signs of a blindfold.  She didn’t see any, 
but that didn’t mean she hadn’t been hooded.  "You didn't 
see who did this to you?"

Karin answered slowly, reluctantly.  "Oh, yes.  I saw him.   
I just don’t know who he is.  He used a fake name.  He told 
me his name was ‘Sam’, but it wasn't really."

"How did you meet him?"

"It’s kind of a long story, lieutenant.  But I guess, well, 
Bill never said, but I think Bill owed him a lot of money 
or something.  It had to do with his business.  He never 
involved me in his business stuff.  Until this time.  Bill 
just wanted me to go to a dance with this guy, Sam."

"He used you to pay a debt to this mystery man?  You mean 
he sold you, or your services?  Like a pimp?"

"Oh, no!  Well, yeah, I guess so, but it wasn't like that.  
More like a date than, than that."  She looked up at the 
female detective.  “Honest, ma’am!  I’m not a prostitute!  
He just needed my help.  It was more like a loan, I 
guess...  I’m not making much sense, am I.” 

“So your husband ‘loaned’ you out to this Sam character to 
cover a bad debt or something, right?”

“Well, yeah, I guess.  But when you put it like that, it 
sounds so dirty.  It really wasn’t like that.  The dance 
was so nice, the band was great, and Sam is a real good 
dancer.”  Karin sighed to herself, in spite of her 
circumstances.

“Let’s stay on track here, OK?  So, when you wouldn’t sleep 
with this guy, ‘Sam,’ after he sprung for the dinner and 
the dance, he beat you up, right?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t say that.  We didn’t go to dinner.”

Lt. Billings gritted her teeth.  She wished this dunderhead 
could get with the program.  “Right, no dinner.  So, after 
the dance, right? he got angry because you wouldn’t put out 
him.  Is that better?”

“Well, not exactly.”  She flinched at the officers 
exasperated glare.  “He didn’t get angry at all.  He was 
very gentle and kind.  You see, well, I kind of, well, ...” 
she finally just spit it out, “... I asked him to spank me 
and tie me up.  He was really very gentle with me.”

Lt. Billings stared at the young woman in disbelief.  “You 
asked him to do this?  And you call this ‘gentle’?”

“Yes.”  That peculiar look of a woman in love was in 
Karin’s eyes as she remembered her lover’s affections.  

“This looks like more than a spanking.  How did this 
happen?”

“Well, after he spanked me and, uh, stuff, we went to a 
place he has up in the mountains.  I, uh, I made him do 
this to me.  It wasn’t his fault.  Really, he couldn’t help 
it.”

Lt. Billings just about choked on that one.  "You <made> 
him do this to you?  Are you telling me you enjoyed this, 
this, this beating?" she asked.  The detective was getting 
more incredulous with each new revelation.

"Oh, he didn't just beat me.  He tied me up real tight - 
the way I like - and he fucked me a couple of times.  Oh, 
and he let me suck him off, too."

"Oh, he <let> you do that, too, did he?"  Even with all her 
experience, she would never have come up with this story.  
It just kept getting better and better.  If it weren’t so 
obvious that she was telling the truth, she would have 
reserved her a room on the Psycho Ward.  

"Uh-huh.  I hadn’t ever done that before, so he let me try 
it.  It was nice."  She blushed at her admissions.

The coloring of the suspect’s face did not escape the 
questioning woman.  In fact, the girl’s innocence stirred 
something in her.  But there was still something missing in 
her story.  A question they had missed.  Something so 
simple it was obvious.  She kept on.  Maybe it would turn 
up.  “OK.  Your husband sent you on a date with this guy, 
Sam, right?  Didn’t he mind if you had sex with another 
man?”

Karin sat stunned at that question.  She had not thought of 
it like that.  “Uh.  I’m not sure.  He told me to be very 
nice to Sam and do whatever he wanted.  I guessed he meant 
that I was supposed to have sex with him if that was what 
Sam wanted.  He didn’t really care if I had sex with 
another man, I don’t think.  It’s not like he never did.  
Besides, we hadn’t ever done it together, you know, with 
each other.”

“You’re telling me that you and your husband never had sex.  
And you were married for six months.  Is that true?”

Karin blushed again, looking down at the battered table.  
“Uh-huh.”

“And you’re telling me that he had sex with other women, 
and you knew about it?”  The detective could smell motive 
written all over this now.  Her estimation of the suspect’s 
innocence was taking a nosedive.

Karin blushed an even deeper scarlet.  “Huh-uh,” she said, 
shaking her head ‘no.’  “He didn’t sleep with other women.  
He slept with other men.  He was gay.”

The room was silent as this small nuclear bomb went off.  
Lt. Billings stared at the weeping widow.  Where had they 
missed this minor piece of information?  She reviewed the 
data in her head.  She was sure Sgt. Hague vouched for the 
guy’s sexual preferences, but then again, those could be 
faked in certain circumstances.  Macho guys like Hague just 
didn’t expect guys they liked to be gay.  He could have 
been easily misled.  She made a note to speak to him about 
that.  

The detective sat shaking her head.  As crazy as it was, no 
one in their right mind would make up or admit to a story 
like that, but the marks were fresh enough to back up her 
story and give her the alibi she needed.  Slim as it was.  
They still needed to identify and question this ‘Sam’ 
character.  Lt. Billings was going to question that bastard 
herself.  

"You know you’re going to have to stay with us for a while, 
Mrs. Saunders.  We’ll have to check out the things that you 
have told us.  You seem to have an alibi for the time, but 
I can’t rule out the motive.  I’m truly sorry.  I will see 
that you are not put in with the other inmates.  I think I 
know just the guard to assign to your case to insure that 
you are left alone."  Her face was hard as she called in 
the frightened guard to the small interrogation room.

She turned to the guard.  “Mrs. Saunders will be staying 
with us for a while.  I am making it your responsibility to 
see that she is not bothered by the other guests in our 
‘hotel,’ is that clear.  You will report to me personally 
on this.  If I hear of one finger laid on this woman, it 
will be your job.  And you may very likely find yourself on 
the other side of the bars.  Is that understood?”

The frightened guard paled visibly.  She had heard the 
stories of the ruined careers this pushy bitch had left in 
her wake.  She turned to the still weeping woman, holding 
out her hand to help her up.

“Would the solitary cell be OK, Lt. Billings?  It’s empty 
at the moment, and right beside the guard station.  She 
would be safe there, ma’am, if that’s fine with you?”

Sandra Billings nodded, preoccupied with some other 
questions.  One question in particular.  On a whim, she 
asked the now excited woman, "Uh, by the way, Mrs. 
Saunders?  Do you know if anyone was supposed to visit your 
husband last weekend?"

"I don’t know.  I do know he had visitors all the time when 
he wasn’t traveling on business. I hadn’t lived at the 
house for about two-three weeks.  I was moved out just 
after they beat me.  He never introduced his visitors to 
me, so I wouldn’t know who they were, anyway.  But why 
don’t you ask Bruce?  He usually took care of all of those 
things for Bill."

The second nuke silenced the room again.

"Uh, Bruce?  Who's Bruce ...” asked the lieutenant 
cautiously.  It wasn’t uncommon for cornered spouses to 
blame the first person to come to mind.  But, she hadn’t 
accused him.  This was the first time this name had come 
up.  There were beginning to be too many suspects, now.  
She continued, “... and what do you mean 'they' beat you?  
I thought your husband beat you."

"Bruce, uh, I don’t know his last name.  But, Bruce, you 
know.  Bruce is the butler.  Or, at least, that's what Bill 
called him.  He was really Bill's lover.  He lives at the 
mansion.  You could ask him who was there.

“Anyway, it was the two of them that strung me up in the 
basement and beat me.  They said it was to get me to go out 
with Sam, but all they would have had to do was ask me.  I 
know I said that Bill beat me, but I think Bruce did most 
of the actual beating," she said, defensive of her dead 
husband.  Karin also left out the part about the toilet 
plunger handle rape.

Bells went off in Lt. Billing’s brain.  A lover!  A new 
suspect!  With a motive!  Hot damn!  And there hadn't been 
a trace of him in the house, which meant he was probably on 
the run.  He had a three-day head start, but she was the 
long arm of the law.

Sandra Billings picked up her cellular phone and made 
several calls.  By the time Karin left for her cell in the 
woman’s wing, a full autopsy on Bill had been ordered, his 
physician contacted, and a nation-wide search for the 
missing butler had been initiated.  

It took ten days, but all charges against Karin were 
dropped.  She had spent those ten days without speaking to 
a single person.  The only person she saw was the abusive 
guard, who was so obsequious and solicitous, it made Karin 
wince to see her come into with the cell with her tray of 
food.

She left the county facility and stood on the sidewalk 
outside.  She had nowhere to go, and no way to get there.  
Her world had been shattered by recent events.

It was suddenly very dark outside.

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