Chris Seely Vigilante Justice Box Set by Rex Bolt

Author:Rex Bolt [Bolt, Rex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-21T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“Listen,” Chris said to Gloria, “you doing anything special today?”

They were in the kitchen, Chris had come down after calling Mark, and she had griddle working, the middle of the stove, and hot cakes on there, and naturally with Gloria they weren’t your run of the mill Bisquick flapjacks.

“Un-believable,” Chris said, stuffing in the first bite after saturating the beauties with both the real Vermont maple syrup she brought out, as well an incredible blackberry jam from somewhere.

“Oh you always say that,” she said. “You’re my best fan.”

“And I’m betting you always say that,” Chris said, “because whatever you concoct -- unless the guest in question was born tastebud-less -- is going to leave them dripping in a state of orgiastic delight.”

Ooh. Ouch. Not only did that come out wrong -- he meant orgasmic, didn’t he, not quite sure what the other word even meant -- but why use any analogy remotely in the ballpark?

Chris remembered his dad once, at a dinner party, making a comment like that to an attractive guest, who lived down the block and was pretty tight with his mom, and who had gone through about five husbands.

His dad’s reference point wasn’t food, it was literature, and everyone had loosened up by now and his dad was quoting the woman a passage from Dostoevsky . . . Maybe that wasn’t it, the literature part, maybe his dad was relating another experience he liked to bring up, an archaeology trip he’d been a part of before Chris was born, where they visited one of the Egyptian collections . . . either way, there was the ‘orgasms of delight’ summation.

In the dinner party case, Chris wondered if his dad was making it with the woman, or might have in the future -- and she was one of those society people who attended the opening night of the opera in full formal get-up, but otherwise wore awfully tight skirts and could swing the heck out of her hips when she walked.

Since if you weren’t trying to subliminally lead someone on, why would you, in the middle of a stack of pancakes, angle your reaction like that?

Gloria did seem a bit lost for words, and Chris said, “That popped out. Terrible faux pas, on my part. Very sorry about that.”

“So you’re not trying to seduce me?” she said.

“Wasn’t planning on it, no.”

“I’m glad then . . . I mean, in a next lifetime, who knows.”

And they left it at that, and Gloria refilled and re-stacked everything, and Chris said he’s going to have to walk about 20 miles to work this off . . . and the semi-serious moment had passed, and they were back joking around . . . and you really did need the Glorias of the world, didn’t you, where stuff didn’t invariably have to lead to other stuff . . . and where if that didn’t work, you’d something screwed up.

“At any rate,” Chris said, “what I was starting you off with there, would you

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