Carla was obviously relieved when the men returned.They had wine with dinner and brandy afterwards, too much to drink maybe because Susie sat like a lump, a washout, maybe a dumb house-wife, she thought. The booze gave her a headache and when they got home she took sleeping pills and zonked out. During the night she thought she felt Brian stick it into her but she was not sure.In the morning she came alive. Alive, yes, skipping and singing as soon as Brian had left for work, by nine o'clock finished tidying up, and dancing to the back lawn and across it to the latticework gate and through to the shadowy back porch of the house Brian called a Gothic horror.In the kitchen she heard the twanging of a ukulele."Rita!" she called."Sweet Susie! Come in, do you know the tune of Aloha Ohee?"Susie hurried in, found her friend wearing a white-on-red sarong, her body voluptuously swaying through a hip-tossing hula as she strummed a ukulele held at her waist. Her bare breasts rolled and swung,. There was something naturally erotic in pissing, with her skirt up like this, she thought, making no effort to expedite, or shorten her moment of sensual exposure.Hemmings moved among the rocks, frantically trying to remedy this new problem. He had attracted the dogs here using Desirée's panties that he had saved from his meeting with her two days before. He had frozen them in a sealed bag to keep the scent fresh and strong and he had hung them from the rail on the veranda, surmising that the dogs would come by again somehow. Actually it had been a calculated risk which could have gone awry had the roaming animals not responded. But he had expected Priscilla to enter the house and he intended to trap her there with at least one animal.Her unforeseen stop to pee up in the rocks above the house had thrown everything into reverse and now he found himself frantically running up toward where she squatted out of sight over fifty yards away. The two video cameras and their tripods.
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