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Mickey Lewis had a wart on the side of his pecker ...
Chapter 15
After Mickey departed, pleased with his sexual conquest, Mavis prowled impatiently through the house.
That smug, self-satisfied expression would be erased from his face in a hurry, she thought, after she told
Phil that she had found the robber-rapist.
Finally, about dark, she settled down in the living room, sipping a tall scotch and water and watching
television. She hadn't liked the brutal screwing he had given her during the robbery, but she
acknowledged that when there was no one else around, there was no possible peril, Mickey Lewis
could really fuck a girl and give her a whole bagful of jollies.
Well, Mickey had betrayed himself, having to have another piece of tail. The wart on his dingus had
given him away. She had had her cock and cunny fun-and Mick was going to get what was coming to
him. Mavis wished she could talk to Phil, but she didn't know how she could reach him. But, hadn't he
said he would call? She frowned; he had said after he got squared away. When would that be?
Tomorrow? She would just have to wait. Who, she mused, was involved in the robbery with Mickey?
She just couldn't believe Hank or Willie-certainly not her husband, Phil- were in cahoots with Mick.
She had a hunch that Terry could shed a lot of light on the crime that had Phil under such deep suspicion.
She was almost tempted to call the little sexpot and have her come over, but she doubted that Mickey
would allow it.
She would just have to wait.
Mavis was so anxious to have the whole affair settled, she felt that every nerve in her body was
sparking. Intuitively, she sensed that when it was all over, she no longer would be a sex captive of hers
and Phil's acquaintances. That would be a good feeling! Maybe she would confess to her husband that
she had been a prostitute for a while; she didn't know how he would react, but if that terrible secret were
wiped out from her mind, she would feel relief and a peaceful sensation of liberation. Somehow, she felt
her husband would forgive her that sordid chapter in her life.
The telephone rang sharply and Mavis almost screamed. It took nearly a minute for her to compose
herself and lift the receiver. "Heeeelllloooo?" she said, voice just above a whisper.
"This is Phil, baby. I'm at a place called Battle Mountain, Nevada. I'll stay the night and head home in
the morning. I got to Winnemucca and the Nevada state police stopped me; my boss asked their help in
stopping me and telling me to telephone him. The Nevada case has been solved and I'm turning around,
coming home. I'll be there before dark tomorrow."
Mavis was so intensely happy she couldn't reply for several seconds.
Then she blurted, "Honey, I know who the robber-rapist is!"
"Gggrrrreeeeeaaaatttt!" Phil exclaimed. "Tell me."
Quickly, Mavis told him about her seduction by Mickey Lewis, finding the wart on his dong. "And I
have a feeling that Terry bought this fancy T-Bird with some of the robbery money."
She told Phil about Mickey's ordering Terry to take the car to Ely, Nevada, store it for her brother. "It
isn't a Nevada car, honey," she said, "it has Utah license plates."
"If I had the plate numbers," Phil said, "I would have the ownership traced through the Utah vehicle
bureau."
"I don't have or know them, honey," Mavis frowned. Then a bold thought crackled into her mind. "Phil,
what if I could persuade Terry to let me go with her to Ely? You could meet us there-give us a ride
home so we wouldn't have to take the bus? While we are in Nevada, maybe you could get all of the
truth out of her?"
After a short pause, Phil replied, "Okay. Sounds good. How will I find you in Ely?"
"If I can get Terry to take me along-I don't think she'll be against the idea-I'll be sure we register at a
good motel. You just start calling motels until you find your oversexed wife!"
"Great, honey! I'll see you tomorrow night?"
After Phil hung up, Mavis looked up the Lewis' number and dialed. She didn't have to sell Terry on the
plan; she jumped at it.
"I was just dreading that drive," Terry said happily.
"And I feel the need to get away from Salt Lake and the house for a while," Mavis bubbled. "And it is so
convenient for us-with Phil coming home. He said he won't mind a bit, the extra miles he will have to
drive to pick us up."
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