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he's in." Then I told her in detail about Rusty's Mexicanadventures. "So you see he's on parole and that means theprobation officer must always know where he is. So if Rustyever really did disappear, Uncle Buck and I would be thefirst to know about it." Mary-Ann frowned, still absorbingwhat I had told her. I gave her more gin which she drank asthough it was her favorite drink, Seven-Up. "He promisedme he was never going to see any of those boys he used tohang out with." "Well, he's young. Let him have his fun. Aslong as he stays out of jail, of course." She shook her head,suddenly grim. "It's them or me, I told him." "And of course itwill be you." I was soothing as I began to spread andarrange my net. "Don't worry. Now lie down and rest whilewe chat." She gave me a grateful smile and stretched outon the daybed. It was all I could do not to sit beside her andcaress those extraordinary breasts, made doubly attractivefor me since they are Rusty's to do with as he likes, or sohe believes. Having raped his manhood, I shall now seducehis girl. Beyond that, ambition stops and godhood begins.We talked of everything. She is totally in love with Rusty,though shaken by what has happened as well as by myrevelation of his Mexican capers. She has had only threelovers in her life, all male. Lesbianism is repulsive to her.But she did agree, after the fourth glass of gin, that she feltentirely secure and warm with me, and that one womancould offer another, under the right circumstances, greatreassurance and affection. Finally, slightly drunk, I took herinto the bedroom and helped her to undress. The breastsare better than Lana Turner's in They Won't Forget. Smooth