Slay Belles A Blackbird Sisters Mystery by Nancy Martin

Author:Nancy Martin
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Penguin Group, Inc.
Published: 2012-07-02T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Maybe I have a delicate stomach, but when the grainy picture finally came into focus, yucky did not begin to describe how I felt.

I heard her voice first.

“And if you’re feeling frisky, boys, you can try this fun toy outside in the fresh air. Just be careful, because somebody might be watching! Some naughty person could be spying on you. Ooooh . . . For under twenty dollars, you can please yourself or your lady friend. And if you act now, I’ll throw in a special gift, just for you.”

As she giggled, the camera honed in on something large, long, and neon pink. Cindie Rae’s talonlike fingernails scored the length of it as she brightly began to describe the various ways she could employ such a grotesque item. While she spoke, the camera blurred as if run by an amateur photographer, then landed on Cindie Rae’s bare thigh and began a leisurely tour of parts better left unmentioned.

I clapped my hand over my eyes. “Oh, God!”

“And girls,” Cindie Rae continued, “if you’re planning a wild and crazy bachelorette party, let me show you a few fun games you can play with your girlfriends. No, wait— I think I hear a caller! Hello, baby, are you there?”

“Uh, yeah, Cindie Rae, how you doin’?”

“I’m doing great! What’s your name, honey?”

“Uh, Dick.”

“Hi, Dick! What can I do to make you happy tonight?”

I peeked between my fingers. Cindie Rae’s face filled my computer screen, and her smile was perkier than the Friendly’s waitress had been.

I turned the sound off, got up, and went into the bathroom for a Tums.

Padding back to the bed, I heard a whistle from downstairs and then the sound of footsteps on the staircase. With a rush of guilt, I allowed my finger to hover over the “quit” button.

“I’m up here!” I called, still debating.

Michael came in crooning “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” in his best Elvis impression. He carried a glass of milk in one hand. With the other, he plopped Spike into his basket. “What did you do? Take a really hot bath? You’re all pink.”

“Not as pink as some people.” I turned the screen so he could see.

He took a slug of milk first and climbed onto the bed to kiss me on the mouth. “Whoa,” he said when he caught a glimpse of the action on my computer. “This is a side of you I didn’t expect.”

“It’s a onetime deal. Look, it’s Cindie Rae.”

Michael twisted his head sideways. “How can you tell?”

“The implants. See?”

“Yikes. Even scarier without the clothes.” He slurped some milk. “May I ask what you’re doing?”

“Libby thinks I’m repressed.”

He grinned. “And this is your answer? Watching Internet porn? Look, if you want to cut loose, I have some better ideas.”

I tweaked his ear. “I thought we’d done it all.”

“We’ve hardly scratched the surface.” He offered me his glass.

I accepted the drink. The milk was warm and smelled slightly of rum, but I handed it back without sipping. “No, thanks. My stomach is a little upset.

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