That summer we made plans to have a small intimate wedding ceremony in the Cathedral Tree, which I called ‘the Cathedral of Life’, on the Mendocino Coast. I had first described the place as a wedding venue on our way back from South Dakota. We found a spiritualist that we both liked in the person of a yacht delivery skipper with a 200 ton masters license and separate licenses to perform legal marriages in the 3 west coast states. While I already had a longtime friend of mine picked out, Ann said the she wanted to drive down to the Redding-Red Bluff area to look up a woman that she had befriended for a time as teenagers but had lost track of each other in their 20’s. Ann said she wanted to go alone and since I had a lot on my plate at that particular time, I didn’t complain. We had worked on the next chapter of TRAMP STAMP, almost every evening and we agreed that while Ann was down in northern California, I would refine some of our story telling techniques and present the final version for her review, albeit a fait accompli; still I would not publish alone. 2 days later, Ann called and said that she had found Karen Flannery and that she was going to stay a couple more days and then she’d be back home. She let me know that she had a few important things to discuss with me when she got home. I told her that I’d fix an early dinner and we could talk over an aperitif, afterwards; not thinking much of it.

Two days later, relaxing with our favorite tawny port, after a nice smoked salmon fettuccine, Ann began to explain who Karen Flannery was and the significance of the woman in Ann’s life. As I listened to her, Ann related that Karen was a foster child that lived up the lane where Ann had grown up with her Aunt. While Ann had dropped out of high school (for reasons previously described in chapter 13), Karen was home schooled after being held back in the 5th grade. Even as Ann was depressed about her own troubles and anxieties growing into her teenage years, when she befriended Karen, Ann began to realize that her own plight was nowhere near the near suicidal depression that Karen was living with. Though they had moved to another location a couple of miles from where Ann had lived until she met her. Apparently Ann had occasionally gone for a walk to visit the young woman that was about the only friend that Ann had growing up. OK, so that was an element of her life that I was just learning about. I had no issues because no matter how close two people are, you only know about the past that they chose to share.

“She has been staying on the property since Doris died. Gene died 3 years ago, so she has been staying there all alone and Doris’ brother has just shown up and says he’s inherited the property and wants Karen to move!” Ann was describing her friend’s current dilemma. “She is just not in any shape to move out on her own. She has no job skills and she’s been living in a social cocoon, she is so self-conscious I’m really afraid…ya know Jim, I don’t think that she can survive on her own right now. OK baby…I’m going to ask you to do something for me, but before I do…I just want you to hear me out…just let me explain my plan before you jump to any conclusions, all right?” I nodded my head in…acquiescence more than agreement. She seemed to screw up her game face and then as her plan unfolded, I was flabbergasted. “Jim, you know that I would do anything for you and I know that I can count on you for any needs that I have. Well baby I need you for something very special to me. I need you to help Karen develop into enough of a woman that we can help her find a job and introduce her to some guys we know.”

I starred at her in utter disbelief. “Help me understand, Ann, what is it that you actually want me to do?” I heard myself mutter and Ann looked at me with total dedication and admiration and said, “You know how to bring the real woman out of a woman who is unsure of herself and that is what I’m asking you to do.” I was at a loss for words, a condition that was in unfamiliar territory for me, but finally my reason began to prevail and I offered, “Ann, honey, I get that you are really worried about your friend’s future, but a person like you’re describing needs professional help and a lot of it.” Ann was already for that and she came back hard, “Jim, she has no money and she has no insurance and besides that, I don’t think she would live through the kind of 1 hour a week therapy that would probably come with a county hospital. But you could help her better than any clinic ever could Jim; you’re really good with people.” I was coming apart with exasperation, “Oh Ann, I know how you feel about me baby, but I am nowhere near qualified to take on a person like you’re describing, hell…I only know enough to be dangerous!” Ann hammered away, “Let me use our relationship as a metaphor for what I want you to do for her. The very first night we were together, baby, remember that night?” “How could I ever forget?” I responded. She went on, “I would have done anything you wanted that night, Jim, and I do mean anything. If you had been really perverted, a sadist, or worse…I didn’t know anything…I would have just been your fuck-toy if that was what you wanted, because I was so in need of a man to love me…any way he wanted. Oh don’t you see baby…you helped me be…the real me…you always have and for that I’ll love you forever. All I’m asking you to do is help her find who she is and help her become herself.” “But Ann”, I kept protesting, “I did have prurient interests in you right off the bat, but I also quickly began to really like you and…you were easy to help be you…I fell in love with you. I don’t see how I can look at another woman with anything resembling the same conviction that I have for you? How could that possibly work?”

Ann came to her feet and slowly paced around the room and she seemed to think out loud. “Think of this as a clinic just for her benefit…and think of yourself as…as…her…sex therapist; ya that’s it, baby…think of all the ways that you can help her as her sex therapist.” I said, “Honey, you know this woman, why can’t you help her, and be her therapist?” She said, “That’s just it Jim, I have too much baggage and preconception of how to approach the problem, plus I am nowhere near as skillful with people as you are. Look baby give her two weeks of your time, I am going to Coos Bay to intern with a CPA, so I can qualify to take the state exams and get licensed as a CPA. Then I feel confident enough to take over that part of our business. Do you think you can promise me that you’ll do everything you can for her?” As I looked at her, I felt exhausted, but at least I had the presence of mind to say, “OK, honey, I promise to give her my best for 2 weeks. Then you get back here and help me with her. Get her tested first, though…or no deal.” Ann smirked and chided, “She…doesn’t need to be tested, she hasn’t…” I forcefully interrupted her, “Are you willing to risk your life on that…are you willing to risk mine as well?” That sobered her up; she looked at the floor for a moment and then her eyes met mine; she spoke as she nodded her head in affirmation, “You’re right of course, Jim. I’ll get her tested and bring you the results when I bring her here this Sunday.” I still felt pretty damn peculiar. Ann was placing an enormous amount of faith and trust in me…and the hell of it was…I still had no idea of just what was in store for us. However, I have been able to compartmentalize problem solving so that I could lead a relatively normal lifestyle…until this point in time anyway. I gave Ann my solemn promise and that ended the discussion for the night. Time for one more glass of port and to discuss our story and we spent the rest of the evening at what had become one of our most enjoyable pastimes. Ann did request a couple of revisions that very night…the night I promised my beloved that I would act as her friend’s sex therapist, we published Chapter 3 of TRAMP STAMP.

TRAMP STAMP-Chapter-3...Chloe's Mansion on Belavedere

She got out of the Rolls first and as I followed her into her home, I was fixated on the height of her heels, the elegant curves of her calves; they flexed when she walked; her calves disappeared under her black dress and followed, what I knew to be luscious thighs outlined and leading right to her sensuously and apparently orgasmic-capable ass gliding sexily side to side in a dazzling display of femininity, or was it feminine wiles. She led me through the foyer into a comfortable working office, complete with luxuriously padded leather chairs and a bar. “Canadian Lord Calvert isn’t it Jake”, she smiled at me, “neat isn’t that the way you prefer it?” “Well you’re either very observant, or you’ve done a lot of homework; which is it, by the way?” I wondered out loud. Ignoring my question, she handed me the drink and then poured herself a healthy shot of bourbon, I didn’t see the label, put in two ice cubes and added water. I realized that she didn’t walk like other women, she flowed across a room and when she came up close to me she raised her glass and we tipped and then simultaneously we both took a healthy pull. She motioned over to a small couch, love seat she called it, and sat very close to me, as she glowed, “I like the way that you look at me Jake.” “How’s that?” I asked, wondering what her reaction was. “Well Jake, you look at me as though you intensely desire me, but maybe…I’m still a bit of a…what did you say…enem…”she smiled impishly, “enigma…is that right Jake?” I managed a smile and a nod.

She skootched her hips tight against the arm rest so she could turn and face me, her right knee and calve up against my left leg tightly and looked intently at me, “Jake, if you allow yourself, I can be the woman that can take you to heights of ecstasy that…well frankly…you can’t possibly imagine right now.” I interrupted her, “Or believe, I suppose.” She smiled warmly at me, “No Jake, at this stage of our relationship, you probably wouldn’t believe it. You see…intense relationships require trust and intense sexual relations require equally intensive trust.” She paused to let that sink in and she apparently saw something in me that lead her to keep going, although I confess, I knew right then that I was out of my league. At least that was what I felt at that moment. She continued, “You’re going to be privy to more of my inner secrets than any man ever has before…ever. But before I give myself to you Jake, and just for the sake of argument, let’s say that you would go to some length to have me, I am going to make an exaction from you.” “A what?” I asked and she etched a slight smile as she spoke, “It means that you’ll have to pay a price, Jake…no…I’m not like one of your fallen angles, no this is going to be much more difficult for you. You’re going to have to trust me with your secrets Jake and I know that you have trust issues with women.” I stared back at her blankly, “You have me at…somewhat of a disadvantage, Chloe.”

She set her drink down on a coaster on the small table in front of us, pushed a coaster over to me and indicated that I should set mine down as she rose gracefully and extended her hand saying “I need to slip into something more comfortable as we continue Jake; will you help me?” She glowed with a sophisticated demure that I found irresistible. Somewhat dumfounded, I was lead over to a closet next to a large business desk occupied by one of the new IBM electric typewriters, that would be the envy of any business. Manuscripts were piled on the desk. She turned to me and brought herself up close…close enough that I could feel her warmth and feel her breasts against me. I instinctively put my arms around her and brought her in tight; we kissed and then she cooed “I thought you might like some more face time with…my bottom…I liked the way you helped me out of this dress earlier today Jake. Please do it again.” Not knowing quite what to say, I could only quip, “Well you know what they say…practice makes perfect.” As I slid the zipper slowly down, I followed it with kisses all the way down past the golden enema bag and Chloe Van-Marin seemed as though she was thoroughly enjoying it until I got to the bottom of the bag. “Oh ya, Jake, I like that…I…I’m very sensitive back there…follow the hose…to the clamp.” This was less of a command and more of a prayer. When I got to the silver hose clamp, she slowly turned around, putting my eye level at her navel and whispered “Take off my panties along with my dress, we’ll have many of these sessions and each time the results will be to your liking, my Jake, but for now…we get to know each other better…trust needs time to build Jake.” She bent down and retrieved her dress and panties and looking at me with overt sexuality, opened her closet, tossed her panties into a hamper, hung up the dress, pulled out a chiffon skirt, open at the sides and gracefully put it on. Then she emphasized her ample breasts with a chiffon laced top. Her ensemble was extremely easy on the eye and she looked at me admiringly and cooed “I’m glad to see that you’re not a boor, Jake. Lesser men would have made their play for me right there.” Her compliment helped me focus back into the moment and I quipped, “I could have easily failed to make the grade, Chloe, but I understand that we have trust issues to overcome.”

She glowed, “Welcome back detective, I thought I had lost you.” We went back to where we were sitting before and she motioned for me to sit, which I did, but instead of sitting down beside me, she stood in front of me, straddled me and sat in my lap facing me. She impishly cooed, “Put your hands anywhere that you want, my Jake…anywhere.” I thought, ‘what the hell, she is inviting me to touch her gorgeous ass’, and I reached behind her, gently cupped her butt and pulled her closer. The effect electrified her, which surprised me, until she cupped the cheeks of my face in the palms of her hands and said, “Tell me about her…the woman that caused you to, shall we say, concentrate on a woman’s derriere`?” She peered intently into my eyes and I knew that dodging this question was going to be the end of the game. I sighed, “We got a Wants and Warrants from the feds for a Hungarian paper hanger that was thought to be in San Francisco and he liked high class call girls…” she interrupted with an inquisitive look, “Paper hanger?” “This guy was a master forger and he was one of the best counterfeiters that the secret service had ever encountered. His MO was to set up a bank account in a phony name and deposit phony money into it and then use credit cards against the account. So I had a call girl on my CI payroll…” She interrupted again “What is that?” I said “Confidential informant…” She interrupted again, “You mean you paid Call Girls for information?” she asked incredulously. I waited and then explained, “A CI is registered, if the agent is doing a legitimate job; some though took kickbacks, if ya know what I mean. Well about a week later I pose as her john and she gives me this tip that a Hungarian has been spreading a lot of money around, but he liked this one Brazilian girl that, according to my CI ‘only takes up the old tail pipe’, and she told me how I could find her. So me and my partner stake out her place and sure as hell, a guy matching the FBI description shows up and she lets him right in. We figured that this opportunity wasn’t going to last so we rushed the place, figuring to take them both down, only neither of us figured on what we actually found. This guy has this girl on the bed, and she is all ass! Never seen anything like it and the guy is holding a big can with a hose coming out and going into this Brazilian’s ass. Let me tell you that this woman was like a freak of nature…biggest ass on a woman that I’ve ever seen for her size. Well we get the perp all bound and ready for transport, only this Brazilian has damn near a gallon in her ass and she is in some desperation. My partner tells me that he can handle getting the perp down for booking and laughs at me and says ‘Hey Jake, you’re always trying to help fallen angels, maybe you can keep this one from drowning!’ as he takes the perp out and down to the car. I asked her for some ID, but she’s got one of the paper hanger’s phony passports, and she is obviously here illegally. She was now in real distress so I take her into the toilet so she can relieve herself only I can’t let her out of my sight. She looked like she was having a good time when we rushed the place, though. The poor kid takes like 45 minutes to get rid of all of the water she had inside of her and during that time, we talked and I got her story: She started doing guys in her ass as a teenager to keep from getting pregnant. After a while, she found that men with money would pay her very well for one of her ‘performances’ and three months later she was on a freighter through the canal bound for the west coast. After she is finally done she wants to clean up in the shower so I told her she could, when she came out, she could tell that I couldn’t hide my fascination with her ass. I had to take her in and I told her to get dressed. She walked into the bedroom but instead of putting her clothes on, she got on the edge of the bed and spread her legs out and stuck her ass out at me and she looked around at me as I looked on and she opened her asshole up to the size of a 50 cent piece and said that I could take her like that any time that I wanted if I would just let her go. If she got arrested for prostitution she would be deported. When I asked her, she said she that she got $200 a trick if the john got to give her an enema before sex. That was 2 weeks salary for me back then. I gotta tell ya Chloe, that’s the closest that I ever came to being a crooked cop.” She seemed enthralled with the story but she suddenly came to understand and whispered, “Oh Jake, your professionalism wouldn’t let you submit to her would it? You desperately wanted her, but you couldn’t could you?” I agreed, “No, Chloe, I couldn’t. But it was the paperhanger that I was after, so I made her get up and get some clothes on and I took her in…but I didn’t book her. I got the feds to agree not to prosecute her or deport her if she cooperated in investigation and testified against our perp. She never forgot what I did for her and she would seek me out any time that she knew I was in the neighborhood and offer every sweet thing that she had-free of charge-and Chloe I was sorely tempted each time and I’ve never forgotten her. So when you asked me if I’ve ever masturbated today, that’s who I was thinking about and…well I’ve fantasized about her many times and… well…I think you get the picture.”

Chloe pressed herself against me, tightly hugging me, whispering that she understood. Suddenly she looked deeply into my eyes, cooing, “Ah, I understand now. Jake you’ve never had a woman in her bottom have you?” I wasn’t able to utter a word; I only looked back at her and shook my head in the negative. Then her expression turned and she put her right hand over her mouth and giggled, “I talk a good game but I’ve never taken a man that way either.” I said, a little incredulous, “How…why…uh…what makes you think that you can take me…like that I mean?” She looked at me, thinking about her next move and then said, “Well I didn’t really…oh but I intimated that we would be doing something like that didn’t I?”I thought about what she said and wondered out loud, “I don’t know Chloe; perhaps my imagination got away from me.”

She slowly got off of my lap and said “Well my Jake, its two floors up to the scene of the crime, as you call it, and on the way up, you can hear my confession.” I stood up and hugged her close to me cradling her head in my chest with my hand caressing her neck and whispered, “Yes, my child, I’ll take your confession, as long as you start with ‘bless me detective for I have sinned’ and I will absolve you after you’ve said your piece.” She looked up into my eyes and with total sincerity she whispered, “I hope so, Jake, I hope so.” I said as we slowly walked out of the room, “Now what can be so bad?” her eyes began to water some and as she began, her voice was unsteady and she stopped and rested both hands on my chest with her arms bent and leaned in close, “I wasn’t completely honest when we met this morning about how I came to know you.” I wasn’t fazed, but simply said, “Oh?” Now a tear streamed down and I realized that she had a very elegantly subdued makeup on that now had a telltale track in it. “Do you remember Mindy Wells, Jake?”

That hit me like a punch in the solar plexus. I thought a minute, getting my facts straight and opened with, “Mindy Wells…she was one of those pretty young women that dirt-bag Dirk Slouton got addicted to heroin and got her to pull tricks for him. I remember her…he beat her up…real bad, as I recall. You know I got a lot of those girls to county general and with a couple of doctors and nurses that I knew there…we got a lot of them cleaned up. But that fucking dirt-bag beat up Mindy so bad that she went into hiding. You know Chloe…I looked all over for that girl, but Slouton got to her first and when she refused to pull tricks anymore, that son-of-bitch gave her an overdose…that’s what I thought, but I couldn’t prove anything.” Chloe had regained some composure and looked at me with more admiration that I thought I deserved, saying, Mindy was a friend of mine…we both started our freshman year at Stanford together. Her parents were really worried that she was shacked up in the city with some shady boyfriend that she’d just met. I went looking for her down in that area and after speaking with several of the girls on the street, the word was that there was a vice detective who was looking out for girls like Mindy; the name was Dryden. Apparently the man was fearless and he couldn’t be bought, so I set out to find him to see if he could help me. Then I heard that Mindy was dead from her mother after I had called to see if they had heard anything. Then I heard that this vice detective had killed Dirk Slouton in a gunfight. The detective had been shot, but not seriously, while Slouton had eight 45 caliber slugs center mass. That’s the gun you’re carrying now isn’t it Jake? The department called it a righteous shooting and…well my Jake, that was the end of my search, except one thing always crossed my mind when I thought about how beautiful and talented Mindy was and how a man in your position could care about and try to protect women like her; the thing is…my Jake, Slouton never carried a gun; his favorite weapon was a switchblade that he used to terrify his harem of drug addicted girls. Where did he get the gun I wonder and how was he able to graze your arm with that…what was it Jake… a raven 25? Up against a cannon like you carry, with a man of your skills…I wonder how he even got a shot off.” “What are you getting at Chloe?” I asked, wondering why she was dredging this up after all of these years. “You see Jake…it’s all about trusting me with a secret. Trust Jake…it takes authentic courage doesn’t it…or you could choose the safe route and not trust me…your choice Jake.”

My head was spinning; I was trying to get my mind around…, “Are you trying to blackmail me Miss Van-Marin?” I asked in an accusatory tone. She was amused, “Really Jake, I took you for a better judge of character. Suddenly, you’re no longer captivated? What happened to trust Jake?” I asked another question, “What do you get out of dredging up the past?” She just smiled confidently, it’s all about trust Jake. You either trust me or you don’t.” I was exasperated, but I said, “Oh what the hell; in for a penny; in for a pound, as the English are fond of saying. There were no redeeming human qualities in Slouton but he was clever. He never left any evidence of his complicity in any of the beatings or deaths that he was surrounded by over the years. Ok Chloe, I went to confront him about the circumstances of Mindy’s death, only I had a backup plan. When he thought he was untouchable, he said, “The bitch got what she deserved and you got no proof cop; now get the fuck out of here!” I put on a glove on my left hand and reached for my ankle holster and pulled out that little 25 cal peashooter, stuck out my arm and pointed it back at myself and pulled the trigger. The round cut my arm and lodged in the wall, right where I wanted it. Then I told that fucking dirt-bag, ‘You should have thought better about trying to kill a cop.’ I wish Mindy could have seen the look on his face.” I patted my shoulder holster, “Holds 7 in the mag. and one in the chamber. I emptied it into him as fast as I could pull the trigger; knocked him 4 feet backwards before he hit the floor. All witnesses said they heard the 25 go off first and forensics couldn’t find any evidentiary discrepancy with my version and the witness statements.”

Now she hugged me and said that she had followed my career and sometimes talked to people that I knew, trying to get a sense of who I was. “So my Jake, I’ve been captivated by you for a long time. I have even followed you sometimes. But…bless me, detective for I have sinned, I just had to know that you were willing to trust me with a vital secret and because you did…well, now my Jake, I can admit to you that I have been in love with you for a long time and I knew before I walked into your office that you were the only man for me; a man that would risk everything to protect me. You’re a man’s man Jake and I know that you’re man enough to be my man. The question remains: do you believe that you are?” I ignored the bait and instead asked, “Which way to this inner sanctum…two floors up is it?” A calm, easy and casual veil of comfort and confidence again graced Chloe, as she took me under her arm and we ascended a wide staircase up two flights of elegant hardwood stairs with marble facings, amid ornately carved wainscots, with rich artwork adorning the walls. Two floors up she lead me into a master bedroom suite that was larger than my entire apartment. “This was my grandparents’ bedroom, Jake. You know, I used to sneak up to the door sometimes and listen to them…they were really hot Jake, even into their 70’s; they used every trick in the book to achieve mutual satisfaction. They were really something together!” She was proud, she was reflective and her memories were warm and loving. She led me over to a large walk-in closet covered with oak cabinetry built-ins from floor to ceiling on 3 and a half sides of the room. She looked at me with what I thought to be a very naughty impish smile and then opened a set of double doors revealing peg boards, hanging with a variety of different enema equipment and various apparatus that appeared to be associated with playing with the ass. Shelves held different battery powered dildos and rubber cocks; some even had sets of straps on them. There was one very distinctive vacancy at the bottom of a heavy custom fabricated gold plated casting that was obviously the hook that the notorious golden enema hung on. A mindless observation slipped out of my mouth, “I’ll be damned! There really is a golden enema! It was really here wasn’t Chloe?” She was amused again, “What did you think, detective …that I was going to lure you here under some false pretense and seduce you so that we could what…live happily ever after? No…no, my Jake, you would have smelled a rat back at your office. I will admit, however, the theft gave me an opportunity to meet you face to face…and that, my Jake, is the only reason I don’t regret the theft.”

“When was the last time you saw it hanging there, Chloe?” I asked, back in my role as her detective, turning to take in the room. I felt her behind me, as she put her arms around my chest; her warm ample breasts pressing tightly against my back, she put her lips as close to my ear as she could get standing on her tiptoes and whispered, “The last time I used it, my Jake. The gold nozzle transferred the heat so well; the feeling is unsurpassed by any other nozzle. But you’re not sure what that feeling is, are you, my Jake?” I felt her caress my ass…I sucked in an audible breath and I felt as nervous as a god damned teenager trying to get his first finger-bang. I heard her whisper again, “Easy baby…I happen to know that you’ve been in gunfights and you weren’t as nervous as you are now. We’re going to take it slow and I’ll guide you and show you and…oh god, my Jake…oh baby…I promise you that you will never find a love like I want to give you.” She deftly moved to the front of me and, her eye lids half closed and her breasts heaving now, uttered, “I just want to show you one thing, my Jake and then I promise I’ll be compliant and let you do your job.” I smiled and nodded my head in an upward thrust indicating ‘let’s see it?’ I saw love in her eyes, perhaps, for the first time, at that moment…maybe I was too impressed with her elegant class when she first came into my office…but that must have been why I was drawn to her and not put off. She took a life sized rubber cock off of the shelf and drew up close to me, “This is medical grade silicon made in Europe, baby. When you asked me how I thought I could take you in my bottom, my Jake…well ever since I knew that you were going to be the one…I…uh…been practicing to take you…I felt you in the car…this is about your size isn’t…baby….” I smiled at her and gave her a self-deprecating raise of my eye brows, “On a good day Chloe…on a real good day!” She lightly chuckled and her look let me know that she was not quite done with her blatantly sexy torment and hugged me and put her hand on the back of my head, indicating that I should bend down so that her lips could be right up against my ear. Then I heard the most sensual and unabashedly sexual utterances that I had ever heard, “Eehh…uhh….eehhh…uhh…awwwah! Do you realize what that sound is, my Jake?” I realized that she had touched a spark deep within my soul, I didn’t know how at the time, but I was drawn in. But I could only play one part at that moment; I was dumb struck and she went in for the kill, “That my Jake, is what I sound like after I’m thoroughly cleaned out and…I’m pushing out to take this in my bottom…that’s what I’ll sound like…when I take you…up my bottom, my Jake. I can tell…that…well at the very least…you’re still captivated.” I stared open mouthed at her…then sucked in a mouth full of saliva to keep from drooling down my chin like some god-damned Pavlovian mongrel.

“Perhaps we should go back downstairs to your office suite and we can talk about who all knew that golden enema existed, who had access, who might have kept keys to the front door, ya know, my lovely torment…the details that could lead me to break this case!” I said. She smiled and rubbed her body against me playfully, “Torment, my Jake…I’m going to have to give you something to cure that affliction. But for now…to the Study…that’s what we call that room, by the way.” We slowly walked arm and arm back to her god-damned office (Study, my ass) and I had some general questions that she answered easily in a quick give and take on the way. “I saw a couple of sheepskins on the wall beside your desk Chloe. What are they? What do you do there?” I casually asked. She pulled me close as we walked and she began to explain. “I majored in psychology and one is my bachelors and the other is my masters. I did my Master’s thesis on human sexuality Jake.” I naturally said, “Were you thinking about teaching?” She laughed playfully and said, “The country is not ready for what I have to teach Jake. I suspect you might be wondering the same thing?” I was a little too cocky, considering what was actually on her mind, but I bravely stopped and took her in my arms and said, “I want you…I know that I’m not as uninhibited as you are, but I’m willing…no…I need…ya, that’s it…I need to explore…whatever you have in mind.” I kissed her full, and I brought her lovely body in tight. She let out muted little moans and cries and I liked her like that. I knew that I needed to take back the high ground…or at least share it. After all, this was a strong intelligent woman, who despite her elegant beauty was capable and gutsy and she had little patience for deadbeats; she had apparently seen enough of that bullshit. If I was the guy that she wanted, and I was starting to believe her; then by god I was going to rise to the occasion. I asked again, “What do you do in there?” She stopped in the landing leading down to the first floor, “I’m a writer Jake and you, the man of my dreams, are my muse.” “Tell me about it. What kind of writing is it?” I asked. We slowly walked down the staircase and she looked over at me to gage my reaction as she smiled coquettishly, “I write erotic fiction, my Jake, and you figure prominently in many of my pieces.”

I smiled at that. Her muse, huh, well now…maybe I had some catching up to do. “Tell me more, my heiress.” I smiled. She looked over at me, as we walked, with the confident look of someone in their own environment; the mistress of her realm, “Americans like smut, the raw crude and filthy kind that they don’t want to admit to or have anybody know that they read it. Europeans, on the other hand, enjoy a lusty tale that has some vividly sexual interludes and they especially enjoy sensual encounters that are not, shall we say, of the vanilla flavor. That’s my market, Jake and it’s a very lucrative market; orders of magnitude more than I could ever hope to make teaching and you know what handsome? I make more in a day, than your sexy assed Brazilian made in a month…what was her name, by the way?” Ok, I was impressed, but after all…I was her muse, so I couldn’t appear too impressed, “Adrianna Silva, she spoke English and Portuguese and was pretty good in Spanish.” I commented. A warm broad smile graced the face of the woman I was beginning to fall for and she gushed, “Oh Jake…you remembered both her first and last names…she must have really made an impression. That must have been some derriere`.” She was walking ahead over to her desk as I had already sat down and she turned her head back to look directly at me briefly as she said the word ‘derriere`’. I said in all sincerity, “She made an impression on me at the time, Chloe but the most stunningly gorgeous derriere` that I’ve ever laid eyes on…my eyes are on right now!” She was now behind her desk, still standing looking back at me with…yes it was unmistakable, even to a jaded vet like me…it was love. “Come sit beside me…my Jake…my love…does that scare you detective? I got up, walked over to her and pulled a chair and sat down beside her and brought my comment up from my gut, “Sweetheart I have indeed been in gunfights and…” I started laughing but got the rest of it out… “And I wasn’t ever as nervous as being with smart, witty, sensuous, and stunningly gorgeous woman…But I gotta tell ya baby, I’ve never felt more alive.” She leaned into me and gave me a passionate kiss, oh this was no ‘thank you for the complement detective’ smooch, no this was a full on lip-lock…and her tongue was all the way in my mouth. I came closer and put my arms around her. For the first time, I gently caressed her breasts. They were firm…and full, oh ya…she really was all woman. We broke apart slightly with our lips just brushing each other and she whispered, “I like the way you touch me, my Jake. I always hoped that you would be gentle and subtle. I’ve been groped by cretins too many times…you know I haven’t even dated after…” She pulled back and put her hand over her mouth, but I finished her sentence for her, “After you started following me around?” She looked demurred and changed the subject. “How would you like me to read an excerpt, Detective Dryden…or should I say Jake Lyman, Texas Ranger?” I smiled and said “You want me to fix us a drink as you start?” She said,” That swill I was drinking when we got here can’t hold a candle to that Cream of Kentucky that you served me. There is some in the cabinet behind the bar and the Canadian…” I interrupted, “Since I’m gonna be Jake Lyman…I’ll take Rye…neat”. She giggled and opened a manuscript and stated reading out loud.

Lyman Rescues a Wagon Load of Lusty Trouble-By Chloe Van-Marin

The bodies of Percy Goble and his brother Jefferson were slung over their own horses as a loan Texas Ranger slowly walked his big blue roan up the only dusty street in the sleepy little east Texas town of Dry Creek, trailing the other two horses and the dead outlaws. He wore two tied down Colt 45 army outlaw long barrel pistols, and in 3 separate scabbards hung from his saddle were two sawed off coach guns and a new Winchester 73. Ahead on the stoop of the town jail and sheriff’s office stood the local sheriff, Chalmers Grafton, two deputies and U.S. Marshal Monty Logan; it was Logan that stepped into the street and met Lyman as he slowly walked his horse up, stopped, looked over his head at the two bodies and looked down at Marshall Logan and said, “Them’s the two coyotes that killed the two Rocking R boys and pistol whipped Colonel Branson’s wife trying to get her to give’em the combination to his safe.” Logan walked back to look at the bodies and with wry humor in his voice gruffly said “looks like they brought these old Walker Colts to wrong scattergun fight! What did you do Jake, sling one in each hand?” He laughed as he said it, then he sobered up as he looked back at Jake Lyman, who quipped, “I thought every good lawmen knew how to sling twin scatterguns. You didn’t think I was going give a couple of woman beaters a fair gunfight did you Marshal?” Logan stroked his whiskers thoughtfully before he spoke, “No Ranger, I can’t abide by hurting a woman…we got so damned few of them in this wild country…we got to send a message…no Lyman, I might have even used my long gun afore I even pulled them scatterguns. Looks like you saved the State of Texas from having to spend good money on a trial and a hanging. You got a reward coming, I’ll…” Lyman interrupted him, “Captain Leander McNelly said he would pay me fair but he expected me to get the job done. See to it that Colonel Branson gets that money to help pay the doctor to help his wife through this trouble.” Logan was impressed, but Sheriff Grafton stepped down and said, “So you’re the one McNelly recruited as part of his ‘Special Force’. I heard that they wanted you to join up after you killed them three hombres that killed old Jim Bemus and his family and tried to sell all of their cattle. I understand that they wanted you on their side so’s they wouldn’t have to lose good men going after ya.” Logan grinned as the Sheriff said his words in some wonderment. Lyman nodded with obvious self-satisfaction, but solemnly added, “We lost Captain McNelly last month, Sheriff…tuberculosis…why don’t you take these vermin off my hands so I can stable my horse, get over to that saloon and wash the dust from my mouth…then I’ll see about a room for the night.” Logan stuck up his hand at Jake, who bent down to give his, as Logan said, “Damn good to see you again Jake” Lyman tipped his hat to the U.S Marshal, “Always a pleasure Monty, keep your scattergun close.” Lyman acknowledged the local law by adding, “Thanks for your trouble Sheriff.”

Two days later, rested, clean shaven and wearing freshly washed clothes, Jake Lyman was a half days ride northwest of Dry Creek on his way to Sulphur Springs where he was to meet the local sheriff and investigate a bank robbery in which all trails had apparently gone cold. He let the big blue roan have his head and was enjoying the ride and the country as he came across a fresh set of wagon tracks, one single wagon by the look of it. Lyman was a naturally curious man and followed the tracks figuring to catch up to it before sundown. A lone wagon in this part of the country was apt to draw the attention of many of the undesirable types that he knew to frequent this general area. An hour down the trail, three sets of shod horse tracks fell in to the wagon tracks and that could mean trouble, so he told the big blue roan “Heehya let’s get’em up”. The roan was a mean one and had bit and kicked many a livery stableman, but he was one with Lyman, and as the master rider talked softly to the big blue roan, the horse’s sense seemed to come alive; somehow he knew they were on the hunt.

Less than an hour later, coming up on a low rise, he could see a single wagon stopped by three armed men who were shouting obscenities at 2 possibly more woman that were still in the wagon. Lyman whispered to the roan, “Easy big fella, we’re gonna flank them polecats!” He petted and stroked the animal, which got water before Lyman took his and got fed before Lyman ate…the big blue roan was almost his partner and he knew how to be quite when it counted. Swiftly horse and rider skirted along the low side of the rise; Lyman’s target was a large area of high bunch grass. When he was in position, he patted the roan, as he told it, “Here we go big fella” The roan’s ears instantly perked and he launched up and over the rise at Lyman’s biding in one blurring fluid motion; the Ranger wore no spurs. Jake Lyman was on the scene in less than 30 seconds and as one of the gunman turned to take aim, Lyman cut him down with his right Colt, even as he was drawing his left. The man was dead before he fell halfway out of the saddle, but one leg caught in the stirrup and his panic stricken mount drug him away out of sight. “Drop your guns or die where you stand!” The Ranger commanded the two dismounted men who had been brandishing their pistols at the woman in the wagon. “They ain’t noth’en but whores. We was only try’en to get us a free poke. We ain’t been paid in a month!” A kid all of 15 said. But the older one next to him threatened, “Leave it alone stranger, or I’ll kill one of them right no…” He never got the sentence out his mouth before Lyman’s left long barreled Colt 45 barked twice and the would-be killer of women pitched over face first and was still, even as the dust settled around him. Just as he had fired his left hand gun, the right was aimed at the kid who immediately threw up his hands in terror begging, “Don’t kill… don’t kill me…mister…” tears in his eyes he dropped to his knees and cried out as Lyman came up close, “Oh god you’re…a Texas Ranger? Oh no…no, oh god no…you ain’t gonna hang me are ya…I’m too young to die…I ain’t never ever had a woman yet…please don’t…” Lyman commanded, “Quit winning you sniveling little whelp or I’ll take a belt to ya!” The kid hung his head down and was silent, as Lyman looked at the woman on the wagon seat, with 2 or 3, perhaps more, peeking out from under the back looking wide eyed at the scene.

Lyman tipped his hat and drawled, “The name’s Jake Lyman. You ladies are certainly a long way from nowhere! Are you all right?” He was addressing the driver of the 4 horse team, a comely woman that looked to be about 35 and, he guessed, was probably the leader this…enterprise.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see a lawman, Mr. Lyman…and such a handsome gentleman at that. We are all…all 5 of us…very beholding to you…you know Ranger; we could sure use your company. Oh my, wherever are my manners? My name is Spring and this is Flo, Cora-Jane, Jasmine, and this sweet young miss is Vicky-Sue.” Spring was ebullient, as she introduced her flock of girls, who started to get out of the wagon and gaze up at Lyman with wide eyes and smiles. Lyman noticed a large brass bathtub in the back of the wagon and commented, “That sure is a fine looking bathtub you ladies are carrying, I haven’t been in a real bathtub since…oh, I guess that was the last time I was in San Antonio…over 2 years ago. Say, where are you ladies headed anyway?” Spring gave Jake a pleasing demurred smile and drawled, “I don’t mean to be presumptuous, handsome, but all of us could be going the same direction as you…that is if you don’t mind the company of these lovely ladies…and of course, Mr. Lyman…well I’ve always had a powerful…well shall we say…uh appetite… for a large strong handsome man. Besides when we get to where you’re going, you’ll get to pick which one of us gives you a bath.” Jake Lyman gazed around at the young women and then smiled and drawled, “What if I want all of you to give me a bath?” That brought giggles and laughter from all of the women and Lyman spoke again, “I’m headed for Sulfur Springs. Come to think of it, that’s a town where I think you ladies could be appreciated.” Spring nodded her approval of the Ranger’s recommendation and asked, “So Jake Lyman, how well do you know this town? We’re coming from Arkansas Territory and we’ve been told that Texas boys love…ladies of the evening. Do you know if there might be a saloon that has rooms upstairs?” Lyman thought a moment, then said, “Well come to think of it, there is one, although last time I was thru there, it was a little run down and wasn’t the most popular place in town.” Spring looked at Lyman with solid determination and said, “Well Mr. Lyman, I’ve got some money saved up and if that place is for sale, I’ve always wanted a place like that.” Jake turned the roan and said, “Well darl’n we ain’t get’n anywhere a’sitting here jaw’n…even if it is the most pleasant conversation that I’ve had in months. I’ll be ridding ahead and then I’ll drift along the flanks for a while; I might even follow you at a distance. I don’t want to show any pattern in case you ladies attract another group of polecats like this bunch.” He looked down at the kid and growled, “Where are you from kid? Look at me when I talk to you!” The kid looked up and Lyman continued “Answer my question, boy” The kid said that he worked on a ranch outside of Cusseta. Lyman said, “Ok kid, I know the Sheriff. First, you’re gonna bury this one and then you’re gonna track down the other one and bury him too! Now you get on that horse and you ride directly to see that Sheriff and you tell him exactly what happened here today. Don’t leave any details out. I’ll be back in a couple of weeks to ask that Sheriff if you came to talk to him. Kid…you didn’t really see what I’m fully capable of today; if you want to stay healthy, you’ll best do as I’m telling you…you understand?”

Jake Lyman lead his entourage looking for a place to make camp for the evening and an hour before sunset, found an easily defensible position under an outcropping that gave good cover from two sides and was only a couple of hundred yards from a small spring. Lyman removed his saddle and other belongings to the area around the wagon; then he gave his horse the last of the water in his canteen before he picketed the roan in tall lush green grass. As he went to the wagon looking for all of the canteens to fill, young Vicky-Sue came up with a wide grin and said, “I made you a nice refreshment, Jake.” She handed him a large tin cup. He put the cup to his lips and took a large drink and then complimented her on how tasty and refreshing it was and then asked her what it was. She was clearly happy that he liked it, but she was beet red and flushed. Flo came over giggling and said, “Well Jake, Vicky–Sue made you one of her pussy juicy specials. She took rye whisky, watered it down some…and after pleasuring herself just thinking about you…she flushed all of it through her sweet pussy and…well Jake, tell her how much you really liked it.” “Well, now, Vicky–Sue honey…I am no stranger to the taste of pussy, but little darl’n that is the best pussy juice that I’ve ever tasted.” They all got a good laugh and little Vicky-Sue was so proud of herself. Spring came over to Lyman and offered to help carry water with him and when they had gone just a little way, she whispered, “Vicky-Sue is still a virgin, Jake. She is just for licking and tasting, although she sucks a man very well!” Lyman asked her, “How old is she spring? She doesn’t look any more than 15.” Spring said, “She just turned 16, Jake; there are many that consider her ripe for marriage, while there are some old lechers that just consider her ripe. You liked her pussy juice drink well enough didn’t you say Jake?” “I surely did Spring, how did she actually make it?” Lyman wondered aloud. Spring thought a moment before she answered, “As you, perhaps, have already surmised, Flo is from Ireland. Well I might as well prepare you for Flo anyway, because I know that she has certain ideas about you later tonight. Jake do you know what a clyster pump is?” “Can’t say as I do Spring”, Lyman drawled. She stopped and came up close a looked into his eyes, “Well Jake honey…flow has herself quite a little collection of these little contraptions, but they all work pretty much the same. You pump water by either squeezing a rubber bulb or pushing a handle the sucks up liquid and then pumps it through a hose with some sort of long round nozzle attached…and…well Jake that nozzle can either by inserted into a girls pussy…or Jake and I’m sure Flo is going show you…that nozzle can be put up a girls arse.”

Lyman rubbed his chin in thought, before asking, “So…Miss Spring…what would possess a woman to pump water up her…arse anyway?” Spring warmly smiled, “Well sugar, it helps keep a lady regular…but that’s not what Flo has in mind tonight. Unless I am mistaken, Flo intends to have you help her take a good clystering and then she will most likely want to experience your considerable manhood up her very ample bottom.” Jake Lyman stood there flat footed open mouthed, not quite knowing what to say. Spring took him under her arm and they continued until they got to the fresh water spring. As Lyman wordlessly started filling the first of five big canteens, Spring bent down next to him and gently rubbing his back whispered, “It’s OK if you’ve never had a woman in her arse Jake, Flo is very lustful in her arse and she will help you and guide you. I believe that you will experience a very erotic sensation that, well quite frankly Jake, I think few Texans have ever felt. Flo can actually feel very satisfied like that, Jake…more that most women think is even possible. I was amazed when I first met Flo, Jake…she is truly one of the most lustful and amatory women that I have ever met. If you give her the chance Jake, she will make you believe you are the most important man in Texas. Just remember sugar, she is an actress of sorts and tomorrow you will still be Jake Lyman, Texas Ranger…a little taller in the saddle most likely though”? She grinned at him as she spoke.

After filling all of the canteens, Jake slung four over his shoulders, but Spring insisted on carrying one. As they slowly made their way back to camp, Jake asked her, “Where do you figure in this little…uh…enterprise, Spring?” She demurred in a sweet coquettish smile, “Enterprise…I like the way you made that sound Jake, kind’a like a legitimate business. That’s how I see it, Jake, I’m in business. But that’s not what you were really after, was it sugar?” Jake just looked at her with a wry smile and slowly shook his head. She walked a few steps and said, “Jake honey; I have always had a way with men. I can size one up and instinctively know what will make him do what I want him to do… to the point that he is a little afraid, but then I will ignite his own lasciviousness so that he is trapped between fear and his lustful desire to have me; then I own him and he will pay anything to have me keep him at that level of excitement.” She let her words hang in the air as they walked and Lyman considered her words carefully. “You sound like an educated woman, Spring, have you been back east to get school’en?” “I went to Columbia College in New York, Jake. My parents went down with a clipper ship in a hurricane coming back from Europe when I was a sophomore; care to guess how I paid my way to graduate?” She said in her natural beguiling way. Lyman came back with, “All right. Let’s see… you never got caught relieving wealthy men of their money…so I’m guessing you had the Chief of Police caught in that vice you refer to as fear and lust.” She looked at him in grudging admiration, “Oh you’re good Ranger! Ya the Chief needed to be humiliated and I used a riding crop on him to keep him in his place, while he eagerly licked…well Jake…he licked anything I wanted him to lick; and if I was in an especially foul mood…” she patted her shapely derrière`, “He eagerly licked my arse if told him to.” They were almost back to the camp, when Lyman wondered out loud, “So how do you size up a man like me lady?” She stopped and Lyman stopped as well. She came up to him and stood very close, raised her arms to his shoulders and closed her body very tightly to his and gazed up trying to peer into his soul, whispering “The thing about an honest man, that exhibits no greed, or coveting lust; a man that has utter contempt for those who would prey upon others; a man who shows no fear- but still has compassion for a woman like me…well Jake you see…my old tricks don’t work to well on a man like you. In your case Ranger, I’d have to be more woman than you could handle…and that would take a hell of lot of work. But Mr. Lyman, you’re more than likely worth that kind of effort.” She laughed the hearty laugh of a lusty wench and then added, “But not out here. Out here, my girls can play with you as their hearts desire, but me, Jake, for now anyway, I really like what we already have… just like this.” Lyman wrapped his arms around her and said, “Fair enough Spring; I’m glad our paths have crossed this evening.”

There was a small fire, and a dutch oven was banked up in the coals when they came into camp. Jasmine said “We have a stew, of sorts…the last of the salt pork and some flour and pepper.” Jake offered “My saddle bags have just been freshly stocked; there’s quite a bit of jerky, bacon, and beans. There is also sugar and coffee for the morning.” “Oh coffee, what a treat; we’ve been out of coffee for the last two weeks!” Flo exclaimed. Jasmine and Cora-Jane busied themselves with the evening meal taking among themselves excitedly occasionally looking over at Flo giggling to themselves. Lyman noticed that his saddle and bedroll had been moved to an area beyond the wagon, behind some high bunch grass and low-lying buttonwood. As he ambled over in that direction, looking to retrieve some chuck from his saddle bags, he took note of a small fire with a large cast iron kettle full of water and ever more curious was an intriguing hardwood folding chair with a large opening in the seat and a large chamber pot slid tightly into a slot just underneath. Bending down on one knee to inspect the curious contraption, he became aware that he was not alone, as the sultry and sensuous voice of Flo whispered, “Exquisite craftsmanship isn’t it Jake?” Lyman turned to look up at her and realized that she had carnal desire in her eyes. Although a hard experienced lawman, Jake was still just 25. He had been performing a man’s work since he was 14 and was lean and hard with dark skin from years of living out doors, often beyond civilization. He was over 6’ and Flo found him irresistible. She slowly and softly came over and knelt down beside him snuggling up to him, gently put her arms around him and gave him the first truly passionate kiss Jake Lyman had ever received from an older woman; Flo was 31. She had bright red hair that was worn high when Lyman had first met her but this evening, she wore it shoulder length, open. She also had either discarded clothing or changed. She wore a low cut white chemise that accentuated not only her striking red hair, but also her magnificent bust line; her cleavage heaving and giving away her excitement as she kissed him. Finally she broke off her kiss and alluringly whispered, “Ah Jake, you are a big handsome lad…and a strong one at that, I’ll fancy. I’m about to show you how hot the fires of passion can burn when a beautiful woman offers you a forbidden taboo.” Lyman’s heart was beating heavily and his lips were suddenly dry, for although he suddenly swallowed hard nothing seemed to parch his dry throat.

The stunning redhead gracefully arose and turned her back to Jake, saying, “Lift up my chemise Jake. I want you to see, then and feel my hips…feel the cheeks of my large curvaceous arse Jake.” The Texas Ranger had lightly kissed only a small handful of young women that he had escorted home from a Saturday night dance in as many small towns as he had found himself in from time to time. By the same token, he had been with a few, very few, ladies of the evening and climaxed to completion. But this…he slowly and gently raised her chemise and beheld her boldly sensuous bounty. With the conviction of a bronco-buster about to step into the corral, Jake Lyman rose and gently turned Flo around and then surprising even her, he slipped the garment from her shoulders and slid it all the way down to her legs. Nudging her calves to indicate he wanted her out of it, she stepped the way he bade her and then…the voluptuous red haired beauty was nude. Seeing that even she was a bit wide eyed, Lyman sat down on his saddle and pulled off his boots. As he stood up to unbuckle his gun belt and then free himself of his pants, she looked at him admiringly in the waning twilight. When Jake had discarded the last of his clothes, he closed with her and took her in his arms; feeling her big firm breasts press into the area just under his chest. “So my tall dark handsome friend, I take it you fancy some of that forbidden taboo I spoke of?” Flo smiled alluringly, as the lilt of her accented English caught Lyman’s intrigue. Lyman whispered, “I’m in unfamiliar territory darl’n. You be my scout and lead me to the Promised Land and I swear when we get there I’ll do everything in my power to make sure that you feel like the angel that you are.”

They were both a little startled to hear the low quiet voice of the young Vicky-Sue, who had crept up into their midst, “Well I can see that you two have a hunger that our stew cannot assuage. If you will pardon me Mr.…oh my…Mr. Lyman…that is quit a Gila monster you got slung beneath your legs! Please clean him up very well when you get done with him, Flo honey. I can see that Mr. Ranger here is going to be in need of some of my special refreshment soon. Uh…can I get some of that jerky you so kindly offered Mr. …” she began to giggle as she tried to complete her humor, “…Gila monster, sir?” Lyman and Flo had a good chuckle as Jake turned and bent so his backside was away from the Vicky-Sue’s view and picked up a generous portion of the jerky and then handed it to her with a, “There ya go sweetheart.” She curtsied and commented, “For a man with a Gila monster, you sure are modest.” Lyman said “Now skedaddle, my little beauty, before I have to turn you over my knee and spank your tight bottom!” She turned to face him with an impish grin, “OK Jake, just remember…you promised.” And then she skipped away.

Flo put her hand over the water in the kettle and then put a finger in to test it, “Ah that is just about right, handsome.” Then she took a handle with a hook on it and pulled the kettle over by the saddle. She asked Jake to raise the saddle while she unfolded a thick blanket and then had him lower it so the saddle was astride the blanket. Flo then opened a large black bag, which greatly resembled some of the medical bags that he had seen doctors use. “I think that this is the one that we need to use tonight, Jake honey,” Flo said thoughtfully as she produced a device that had two hoses connected to a small round brass cylinder that had a flattened piece so it could stand upright with a small pump handle, not unlike some of the larger versions that Jake Lyman had seen pump water from a well. One hose was obviously meant to be immersed in…whatever liquid was to be administered, while the other end of the hose was attached to a nozzle that was mean to be…in this case, inserted up the lovely curvaceous bottom of his playful courtesan. Flo came to Lyman with the device in her hand and a randy look and in a saucy voice said, “Well, love, since this is your very first time administering a clyster to a lady, we’ll use this very fine French balm to make things nice and slippery. I used to be able to get this all the time back in county Cork, but out here in the west it is expensive and hard to fine, so I mostly use butter. She knelt down, put her hips in the center of the saddle and then elevated her big bare arse up at Lyman, as she rested her head on her hands on the other side, as she whispered, “Now then, love, the proper way to clyster a lady who is about to take you deep up her lusty arse is to grease up the nozzle and then gently pet her behind as you part her with your finger and just touch her rosebud. Oh yes…that’s it love, ya just like…ahww…like that! Oooh…I’m glad to see you know how to use both hands for more than your guns Jake…oooh yes, love, my cunny is hot.

Lyman took the nozzle and touched her rosebud with it and she sucked in a short choppy breath as he whispered, “Are you ready darl’n?” “Oh yes, love, from the first time I laid eyes on ya! Now just push steady and I’ll open up for you and then it will….ahww just like that, love…it will slide right in!” she cooed and then she looked around at him and said, “That was nice love, now pump a long steady stroke, love…that’s it. Ya just like that. Remember…you’re not pumping water for your horse love… you’re delivering pleasure to a woman who knows how to appreciate it.” Lyman slowly pumped warm water up the voluptuous vixen’s big sensuous bottom, as she writhed in pure lascivious delectation. He was clearly fixated on the flexing globes of her beautiful buttocks and the hose attached to the nozzle that bobbed up and down as she writhed and flexed. Instantly Jake had an idea and he stopped pumping the warm clyster up into Flo and said, “Sweetheart if you can turnover and rest your legs over my shoulders I can double your pleasure with my tongue.” She cooed, “Oh my…oh bless the saints lad, you are a very special gentleman Jake, you are now, oh…that’s it, love…yes… oh yes and we didn’t spill one precious drop…Oh…Goo…ddd, oh yes Jake….just like…AHHHH…YES… YES…oooh…you dear…dear…precious man…Oh…just about two more pumps, love and I’m…oooh yes that’s real good, baby, that’s real good. EEENNGHH, oh Jake…give a help up to a poor Irish lass that is clear full of her new loves big clyster…ahh…yes that’s good, love….I can make it from here.” Lyman lay back on his saddle savoring the taste of her pussy and reviewing the scene that he had just witnessed firsthand…Jake Lyman was excited, happy, even a little awestruck at the apparent randomness of his good fortune and he was oblivious as Flo dislodged the entire contents of her bowls not 15 feet away sitting on her folding chair-combination-chamber pot. When he thought to look up at her, he realized that she had arranged the rendezvous with her toilet downwind of him and all of the camp; he also realized that it was no accident. He had never done nor even heard of anyone doing what he was about to do with Flo. The man who rarely allowed himself to even think about a woman realized that his manhood was throbbing with the beat of his heart in the warm summer evening.

Suddenly he was aware that she was back as she bent with a scented bar of soap and dipped a large wash cloth in the rest of the water in the kettle and washed her ample posterior as she smiled at Lyman, “Oh you dear man, look at the sight of you laying there…are you happy to see me…are ya, love.” She giggled a bit as she finished washing herself and then came over to the Ranger and cooed, “If ya let a girl share your saddle love, I’ll help you find what good men won’t admit to wondering about, and bad men can’t get it, cause their too mean for a good woman to submit to.” He brought her close to him as she snuggled in and he kissed her…good and proper and then breathed a bit of an excited confession, “Ah Flo, you’re a wondrous complexity of lust and passion; I expect that I’m the exception rather than the rule.” She hugged and kissed him and in her own form of confession, she said, “No love, I have to make a living, but if I sold my arse to every drunk at a Saturday evening dance, I wouldn’t be able to walk. No, love, this is just for the best of the lot…and today Jake…today you saved me from certain hurt…that you did. That kid was just a fool, but them two others…oh Jake…if you hadn’t rode in when you did…oh dear god, I fear we would have met with a terrible end. No love, I saw you in action; they left you no choice…and you gave them the only thing they deserved Jake, so don’t fret over them. They were killers, Jake; Spring and I both saw it in them.” Lyman nestled her into his chest and soothed, “Listen to me Flo. I ain’t give them two vultures even a thought once I started riding with you Gals, so just forget about them. I already have.” Flo needed to be close to Lyman for a few minutes…to feel his courage; his resolve; his calming effect; not just the passion for her that she herself had ignited. After all, she reasoned, she was good at igniting passion in men; she was above all…a professional. But this one had saved her life, she was sure of it and he no more did it especially for her than he did it for the good of all. However, she would see to it that he was properly rewarded for the special valor that she knew that she a benefited from and because of that she realized that he had kindled a fire in her heart that burned with a hot passion to see her Ranger rewarded like no man she had ever been with. No, she would leave her own indelible brand on this one that he would not soon forget.

Even as Flo smiled her resolve to herself, she realized that she lay curled up in the big Ranger’s arms as he gently patted and stroked her bottom; she felt secure and safe, as though she was a young lass again. She looked up into Jake Layman’s easy going smile and felt her heart leap a little and the she did something that she normally didn’t for the sheer pleasure of it, but she needed to make her man feel very special tonight. Flo bent down and Jake felt her warm luscious lips and then her slippery mouth on his manhood; he was instantly aware of an intense pleasure coming over him like a thunder storm rolling in fast. He gently brushed his fingers thru her thick red hair, as he laid back to let his full firmness be accessible to her. He looked at her and she stopped for a moment and gave him big wide open lusty smile that was intended to give him the impression she was going to be very naughty. Then Flo took him…all of him…down her throat; her lips touching the very last of his shaft, her fingers gently cupping his balls and Lyman could only utter, “Oh…Flo, honey…I’ve nn…eh...ever felt any ehhh oooh gooood…oh Flo.” Now that she had him properly prepared, she pulled up and kissed him and brushing his lips with hers and cupping his cheek in her hand, whispered, “The scouting party is over, love and we’ve arrived at that Promised Land.” She reached over for the French balm and sticking two of her fingers in she liberal coated Jake’s hard shaft with it. With two more fingers, she smiled, “If I grease me self-up then you’ll be free to reach around me and tend to my hot cunny and me love button…I already know that you have been taught well about how to handle a woman there. So, love, you’re a big one, you are, so let me show you how I want to handle…”She chuckled lustfully, “that Gila monster, as the wee lass called it.” Flo demonstrated by taking her left hand fore finger and thumb and curling them into a sphincter, then she touched her right index finger into the ‘sphincter’ and explained, “I’m going to kneel down on me knees and present you with all of my bounty, love. You kneel down behind me and touch my rose just tight, but don’t try to push in, love…you’re a big one. No, I will push out and open up to you…you follow, love?” and she demonstrated by opening up the ‘sphincter’ in her left hand and engulfing her right index finger. “I’ll be extra gentle darl’n and I’ll wait for your cue.” He smiled at her, as she was greasing up her back door opening for him. Then Flo kneeled down and stretched herself over his saddle, spread her legs wide and thrust her large curvaceous buttocks out and up at him and Jake got down behind her and slid his manhood in to touch her in what he figured had to be her most intimate and private spot. Flo grunted, “Eehhh…uuh…ennnuh…auoh…uuuunnnhhh…ennhh….awwwhhh!” Jake felt an incredibly sensuous feeling as the head of his manhood was engulfed into the voluptuous beauty’s arse as she crooned, “Oh dear god! Just be easy, love. You got to let a girl get used to a man like you.” And Lyman could feel her squeeze down on him and then alternatively push out; he could feel her begin to open up herself to him and he ever so slightly pushed a little and she pushed back a little and he whispered to her, “Are you OK darl’n?” and she breathed, “I’m over the rough spot, love. Now we’re just going to start out easy, love, just follow my lead and …Aaaawwww yes, love…oooh you’ve got such nice big hands, love!” Lyman was getting the hang of it and he reached around and began to stimulate her button and finger her deep inside her juicy pussy. Flo was getting very audible, which excited Lyman even more. He felt an urgent need to penetrate her deep into lovely bottom, but instead of just plunging in, he whispered in her ear, “Are you ready to take all of me, sweetheart?” “Ooooah, love, uuhhhh…ennhh…ya love I want all…uhh…eeeuuuuh…ya that…oooooh good, you…you’re all in… aaaawwww… up in my arse.” And Flo started to feel the sensations that she was hoping for…a raw animal need to feel the sensations of pleasure, fullness, and pure sexual lust from having his large member sliding slowly out and then slowly sliding into her most intimate spots; the same spots that had allowed her to achieve orgasms during her self clystering, she was now on her way to achieving much greater pleasures and her man was doing it just the way she wanted him to. She had been worried though; could she work thru the pain that it took her to get him up her arse? He was the biggest man that she had ever attempted this with and now that she was feeling real pleasure, she knew that she was going to open up and take him all the way. She began to push back into him more vigorously, signaling Jake that he could now have his way with her. Flo cried out in pleasure, oblivious to the world around her. She would squeeze Jake as hard as she could trying not to let him out and she would let out all manner loud guttural grunts to open her powerfully disciplined anus to welcome him back deep into the depths of her bowels. Lyman was conscious of her need, yet was aware of his physical power and did not want to cause her any pain. So they worked together each aware of the needs of partner, yet each on a collision course with the apex of complete and utter surrender of self-consciousness into that warm wet chasm of total orgasmic bliss. Flo was screaming in pleasure as wave after wave engulfed her; unable to do anything but writhe in the rhythmic contractions of her entire body. Then with a uncustomary loud roar, Lyman thrust deep into her big open arse one last time as the months of pent up sexual energy and thick spasms of heavy sperm filled semen pumped out of him and filled her lusty bottom.

They each took time to regain a feeling of the presence of their surroundings and after several minutes she whispered to him, “Aw, love, you’ve gone and give me a clystering with all of that pent up spunk you been pack’n around inside ya. I see I’m gonna have to take regular care of you, Ranger. Do ya think you can see yourself my way once in a while?” Lyman eased up and out of her warm sperm filled bottom and observed, “Oh my… darl’n…you are stuffed full of plucky jade, aren’t you? … Ya I’m gonna have to make a point of it darl’n; a wild team of horses on loco weed couldn’t keep me away.” They were suddenly aware that they had had an audience and all the girls were cheering and clapping as Spring called out, “Hot damn Flo, they must have heard you screaming up in Indian country in the Oklahoma territories. Hell they’re probably wondering what that new war cry is.” She laughed a belly laugh and the rest of the girls hooted and giggled. Jasmine called out, “We was going to ask if you could shoot us some game tomorrow, Jake; but after that lion’s roar you let out…won’t be nothing about for a good twenty miles!” Again all of the women had a good laugh. Then to Lyman’s surprise they slowly made their way in close and he noticed that two of the women were caring kettles of warm water, while the other two had wet wash cloths. Cora-Jane and Jasmine helped Flo back to her Chamber Pot, while Spring and Vicky-Sue cleaned up Lyman. He got a warm sponge bath and Spring made sure that his ‘nether region’ was clean and chucked when his eyes got big indicating his surprise as her soapy finger cleaned his arse. Vicky-Sue leaned into him and said, “I’m next, Jake.” As she took his now flaccid member is her hand and gave it a playful squeeze, “But that Gila monster looks like it lost some weight, maybe I can get it in my mouth now, but I can’t do what Flo does with her throat.” Lyman was not in the mood to play with her now, put he didn’t want to hurt her feelings either and, on a lark, grabbed her playfully, pulled her over his lap, lifted her dress and pulled her bloomers down and pretended to paddle her sweet shapely and very delectable bare butt. She was squealing in a mock protest, obviously enjoying his attention and he noticed a slick starting to form on her virgin pussy. Finally Jake let her up and said, “Tomorrow night little darl’n, but we all need to turn in so we can get some sleep. Morning is not that far away and it’s a good days going before the next good camp.” Jake kissed her, and as he was getting up, Spring offered him a hand, marveling at him admiringly, “You sure made Flo a happy woman tonight Jake. I really don’t think I’ve ever heard her carry on that’ a way. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she’s going sweet on you.”

Intermission from Lyman Rescues a Wagon Load of Lusty Trouble-By Chloe Van-Marin

Chloe’s mansion on Belvedere, early evening, May 4, 1955

Back in the Belvedere mansion: Chloe Van-Marin stopped reading the excerpt at this point in her story, as I was kissing her back and had slowly and had already sensuously massaged and petted most of her, without forcing any overt sexual moves on her all throughout her reading. Instead I had just slowly turned up her heat and, it looked to me at least, she now realized just how much I had turned up her heat; I saw that she realized she felt soaked between her legs. I could smell her moistness and she could sense it. “Your nostrils are flaring Jake. Are you sensing something that excites you?” She breathed coyly, momentarily pausing her reading at the point where Lyman had just started giving Flo her enema. Yes, she must have remembered that at one point in her reading, I had bent down in front of her and kissed her on the inside of her thighs. I was back sitting a little behind her now, whispering in her ear, “Baby, that was the sexiest story I ever heard of… and you…the way you read it…I was just mesmerized Chloe, I never dreamed a story could grip all of my interests like that one and give me a hard-on at the same time!” She turned around to meet me with a hug and a deep kiss and said, “I’ll take that as my top literary review from… who better than my muse…and the love of my life!” I gazed at her with a smile on my face that was betrayed by wonderment in my eyes and said, “You call me the love of your life, baby, but you gotta remember…to me…well I just met you today. I think I am beginning…well…to fall for you. But it’s going to take me some time to catch up with you.” Chloe reacted as though she had been weighing something important and I waited for her to bring me in on her little secret. She put both hands on my thighs and moved in close, but she looked as though she was still conflicted, so she started out easy, “Jake, I originally had a different plan for you tonight…until I wrote that novel anyway. Flo and the Ranger were my way of trying us out. Until I worked out the partnership scenario, I had planned…uh…to teach you how to do me…by taking you…uh…well, my love, I planned to take you with my…uh…you know, the strap-on that you saw in the closet?” I looked askance at her. “So you saw it, my Jake?” she said hesitantly. I looked deadpan at her and said, “I thought you had issues with homosexual men? So why would you want me to act like one?”

As I heard myself say that, I realized that I sounded somewhat irritated. In truth, I was actually confused. She seemed to want to make amends or at least sooth me, but I was not prepared for what she actually said, “Oh, Jake, you’re a macho man and I knew that you would have a problem with that. Listen to me, my love; just because a man enjoys having his ass played with does not make him queer. A homosexual male, can befriend a woman, but there is no authentic sexual interest. Case in point: the guy that gave me this tattoo was a handsome man that I fell for…well he saw all of me, but he was kind and gentle and I thought I loved him. Turned out that I was just ‘his canvas’ and he really wasn’t interested in me at all…oh we had sex…ya that was real fun…that consisted of me giving him enemas so that he could go into the city to his favorite bathhouse and take his boy lovers…yes he had more than one…in his ass. Then when he found out that I inherited all of this, he suddenly got religion and became a changed man and had been ‘in love’ with me all along. That’s the only real time I ever contemplated murder, Jake; it’s just that I decided that he wasn’t worth a bullet!” Now she was, or appeared to be upset. Somehow this didn’t appear to be working out, so I stood up and I said, “Well, doll, I should be getting back to the City so I can open up the office in the morning; still got a business to run, you know. I’ll take a cab to the ferry.” Chloe looked hurt and confused as she arose to meet me. Then she threw her arms around me and said, “Don’t go Jake, please. Stay with me tonight.” There was sincerity in her eyes and I hesitated and she said, “Oh Jake, don’t let me scare you away. I mean it. If you want me, you really have to want me, Jake. Yes, damn it, I am in love with you, but I will not go thru another half-assed relationship. God damn it to hell Jake Dryden! Don’t run away when I need you the most!” She wasn’t really upset, I thought; more like she was asserting her love and, perhaps setting conditions on what that love had to be based on in the future. I offered, “Sorry, baby, I got a little confused. I…uh…promise to be braver next time I hear you say something…uh…well that might sound a little…well a little crazy to me.” “Fix us a drink, my darling Jake, and let me see if I can explain my original idea, in context of not coming to a better plan at a later date.” As I walked to the bar, she began again, “My original idea was to teach you how to make love to me up my bottom…uh, oh what is wrong with me…Jake I should be using language that is more…pithy… more along the lines of what you’re used to.” I said, “I like the elegant way you walk… and…speak, Chloe. Don’t change it because you think I want to hear you talk like…” She interrupted, “Like a whore, Jake? You mean you really don’t want me to talk to you like I’m your whore, because I will…if you want me to.” I came to her and set the two drinks down on the table, then I took her in my arms and looked at her and said what was in my heart, “Oh baby, what do you really want? If it is within my power, I will give it to you.” She closed to within scant inches and whispered, “Oh Jake, oh…I want you to love me like I’m the only woman in the world; I want you to love me in all the different ways we can…either of us imagine…Jake I do need you to…oh, baby please don’t be afraid to love me the way you need to…but just love me…and baby…you know that is there is an element already in my life that I want…oh I need you to share with me.”

Something in me became at ease. Maybe it was that I had finally come to terms with it. I knew I wanted her more than any woman than I had ever known. So…the first evening that I spent with the most beautiful woman I had ever held in my arms, I said, “Would you like me to…give you an…enema, Chloe, baby?” Suddenly she drew her breaths in short choppy gasps, a sultry, titillating look in her eyes and breathed voicelessly “Oooooh, uhh…ya…oooo…ya, baby…I would love that.” She was breathtaking in her exuberance and I was smitten, except for one thing. I had no real clue as to what or how to give her what she wanted, never having done it before. So I picked the glasses and handed her the bourbon and took a healthy pull of mine and I smiled, “You’ll have to show me how to do it baby. It’ll be my first time.” She was amazed, but still she couldn’t resist a little tease, “You mean to tell me, detective, that not once in all of those women that you arrested, not once did you ever give one an enema? However did you search them for drugs?” She half giggled, trying her best to stifle it. I truthfully said, “Well my gorgeous heiress, if I suspected drugs and a police woman or a matron was unavailable, I commandeered a nurse practitioner from County General to come down. Yes, there were a couple of slobs in the precinct that got a kick out of doing that, but in truth…they were the laughing stock of the street; highly unprofessional!” She leaned into me, as she stroked my inner thigh very close, but not quite to my package, saying, “You know, my love…the best way to learn how to give an enema to a sexy woman is to have that sexy woman give you one to show you just how she likes it.” She teased, but I thought she wasn’t serious. “How would that work? And would you still love me in the morning?” I laughed not taking her seriously. Ya… that was a mistake! Chloe Van-Marin, easily one of the most sophisticated and beautiful woman in all of the San Francisco Bay area, rich beyond the dreams of avarice, a powerful, intelligent, well-educated woman, who when alone with the man she loved wanted to let her wild sultry kinky sexy self out and run free-like a tigress finding the door to her cage unlocked; and her fiery eyes were fixed on me as her prey for the evening.

End of Chapter 3 of TRAMP STAMP

Tillamook, Oregon: Sunday evening-real time-present day.

Ann had briefly introduced Karen Flannery to me, exchanged some niceties and then she left for Coos Bay to intern with a CPA for two weeks, so she could qualify to take the state exams and get licensed as a CPA. Suddenly, a strange woman was alone in our house and my mission, whether I wanted to accept it or not, was to be her therapist. Actually Ann had stipulated Sex Therapist! What the hell was that all about? I was making small talk with Karen, when I thought how ugly she was, so I started to pay more attention to her features and then came to the realization that she was not unattractive. Then it came to me; yes I had seen it many times in 3rd world countries, but we don’t usually associate abject hopelessness with Americans. Yet, there are a few among us and this woman was a living testament to that fact. Empathy began to well up in my soul, displacing the indifference that I had earlier felt for her. Clarity was replacing confusion; as I began see my mission before me, at least the first phase. My primary goal had to be to help her find hope. For without hope, she only had hopelessness and that could only mean that she was clearly doomed. So! That was what Ann instinctively knew, but perhaps lacked…no…no, she didn’t lack anything! She had meticulously planned this. She had placed both her confidence and trust in me to help save her old friend and then help her start a new life. What a remarkable woman Ann is, I reiterated to myself, as if I didn’t already know that and yet, I was always being continually amazed by her.

She had been sitting in a single seat straddle lounge while I was lying atop a couch across from her as we were making small talk. I asked her if she would like something to drink, but see seemed unsure of herself so I suggested that she try a glass of Johannesburg Riesling. My reasoning is that this particular wine has a nice crisp fruity flavor that often appeals to first time wine drinkers. Oh don’t get me wrong, I often enjoy it as well; there is complexity in some of the better vinted brands. When she took the 10 ounce glass that I offered, I was hoping to break the ice, so to speak, because she was not at all comfortable with herself. She liked it and I let her get half way thru the glass, when I asked her what she thought of the wine, my only purpose was to gage a reaction, which could set up the next step.

I smiled at her as I arose, slowly waked over to where she sat and extended both of my arms to her saying, “I don’t know about you Karen, honey but I need a hug!” Slowly she sat her glass down and got up and faced me, but was unsure of what do next, although she had extended both arms and our hands touched. I silently brought her in close to me and I gave her a warm loving hug. She was nervous, but I perceived that I was beginning to have a calming effect on her, as much as the wine was having anyway. I held her for a good while, because she made no attempt to disengage, so I concluded that she needed this. After several moments, I slowly partially disengaged and looked into her eyes. Hopelessness and been replaced, albeit temporarily, by what appeared to be wonderment. I suggested that she bring her glass and sit on the couch next me and we could chat about what we might be doing with our time together. It didn’t take her long to drain her glass, so I gave her a partial refill; I wanted her at ease, not drunk. I motioned for her to sit close to me and she indicated no issues and as she skootched in tight against me, I asked, “What did Ann tell you that you were going to be doing during your stay with me, Karen, honey?” I said this as I was holding both of her hands in mine. “Try to remember, everything that she told you.” A glint of hope graced her face, as she looked at me with a self-conscious and totally submissive smile and said as she lowered her eyes away from my gaze, “Ann said that you would help me…uh…lean how to…uh…mm…make a man…you know…want to love me. She said that both of you would help me find a…husband…that you would show me…uh…you know….how to do things a man likes.” I knew that would, indeed, be a tall order. I wasn’t at all sure I hand any real clay to mold, so to speak, but I also wasn’t ready to dash her hopes. “Karen, we can introduce you to men that we think may be compatible with you, but neither Ann nor I can guarantee that you’ll find a husband, honey. That will ultimately be up to you. But what I can say, I think, is that when you’re ready, you will know how to get what you want. Does that make sense, honey?” Hope was still there and she nodded in agreement.

During the next few days, I was going to need to find out what made this woman who she was today. I would then need to generate some type of therapeutic help for her, based on what she revealed to me. I would need to understand many facets of her development history, including her sexual development, because whatever that consisted of was going to play a pivotal roll in how I might ultimately be able to help her. Tonight, however, was not the time to ask potentially embarrassing, ergo damaging questions. Tonight was the time to introduce her to just the basics. Bath, or shower would be her choice, but she wasn’t getting into my bed without one or the other. The only goal for tonight was to get her familiar with the territory and find out how she would react just sleeping with me.

Karen finished her second glass of wine and said that she really liked that flavor, although she didn’t normally drink alcohol. I said, “I’ll take your luggage upstairs and show you around. How does that sound?” With some excitement she gushed, “What are we going to do tonight Jim?” I took the bull by the horns and said, “I going to give you a warm bath and then I’m going to bring you into my bed and give you a massage to help you get to sleep tonight, how does that sound, honey?” She seemed pleasantly surprised and wondered out loud, “I’m gonna sleep with you tonight, but I don’t know how…” I gently interrupted her, “Look sweetheart, we are just going to be together for a couple of evenings, just so you can get used to having a man lying next to you. You don’t worry yourself about anything sexual. You and I are going to be talking a lot about that over the next few days. All I want is for you to get used to being in close situations with me for a while.” She followed me upstairs and was stunned at what she saw was the opulence of the way we lived, but in truth is was a nice home to be sure; certainly nothing extraordinary though. Still her reaction told me something about her. I knew what do next. “We're going to take a shower together before we get into bed; are you up for that, Karen?” Eyes wide with surprise, a bit of a ‘hangman’s smile crossing her lips she nodded, not in acquiescence, but perhaps…anticipation? I had no read. Well this was going to be an interesting two weeks, to be sure!