THE WOLF WIVES – Chapter 2
Karen Burns stood naked in front of the full-length mirror in her bathroom and
appraised her figure as she dried herself with the big thick bath towel that her mother
had given her when she and Jay were married. She watched her diet carefully to keep
the trim figure that she was so proud of, but it seemed that there was nothing she could
do to reduce the size of her tits. Her big round tits had been a source of embarrassment
to her ever since her teens. When the other girls at high school had been stuffing socks
and tissues in their bras to make their titties appear bigger, Karen’s had already grown
to be bigger and rounder and fuller than the tits of most full-grown women.
And her tits didn’t really stop growing until she was eighteen years old. By that time
she was wearing a size-forty bra with a D cup. Men stared at her as she walked down
the street, even though she always tried to wear clothes that would hide the hugeness of
her tits. She was never able to go anywhere without having strange men come up to her
and make conversation on some pretext or another. She was aware, of course, that all
they ever really wanted was to get a closer look at her boobs. And it made her furious.
She often found herself wishing that there was some operation she could get to reduce
the size of her tits. Even Jay, who was more of a gentleman than any other man she had
ever known, could never seem to think of anything but her tits. Whenever they were
alone and sometimes even when they were not, he tried to get his hands on her boobs.
And when Karen went into the bathroom to undress at night, she knew that Jay
sometimes peeked into the keyhole to try to get a look at her.
Sometimes he made her feel so ashamed, carrying on that way, just like a little boy. She
had been taught that it was wrong to let a man gaze lustfully upon her naked body.
When she explained to Jay that she simply couldn’t let him watch her undress for this
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reason, he got mad and argued that such a philosophy should not apply to a woman’s
husband. But Karen knew better. And she knew that it was important, right from the
start, to see that their marriage remained within the bounds of propriety.
She finished drying herself and snapped into her floor length flannel nightgown. Her
tits pushed against the soft material, making even this conservative sleepwear seem sexy
and provocative. She tried to adjust the bodice of the nightgown so that her tits
wouldn’t be so conspicuous, but, finally giving up, she hung the towel back on the rack
and opened the door which led into their bedroom.
When she entered the bedroom Jay was lying naked on the bed pretending to be
reading a newspaper. But his long cock was rock hard, and stood straight up from his
body. Karen was sure he had been peeking into the keyhole again. She was angry, but
as she looked at his long stiff cock she felt another emotion stirring within her. She had
been feeling this new emotion more and more lately. It seemed to start as a tingling in
the vicinity of her pussy, and then spread gradually throughout her body. Suddenly she
realized that she was staring at her husband’s big prick, and that Jay was watching her.
She looked quickly down at her feet in embarrassment.
"Hey, that’s all right, baby," Jay said, chuckling. "There’s nothing wrong with you
looking at my cock." He stood up and walked to where his wife stood. As he walked,
his prick swayed from side to side in front of him. "Go ahead, look at it. It’ll do us both
some good."
"Oh, Jay," she chided, her pretty brown eyes flashing, "I wish you wouldn’t talk that
way."
Although Karen was tall-five feet eight inches – her red hair hung down to well below
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her waist. Now Jay began to stroke her hair lightly and lovingly. "I didn’t mean to upset
you, baby," he said as his hands moved softly over her hair. "But I really don’t think
that you’re being fair to either of us. You’ve got these puritanical attitudes left over
from the seventeenth century, but they just don’t go with your twentieth-century mind,
or your twentieth-century body."
He took her in his arms and kissed her warmly on the mouth. As they kissed, Karen
felt herself softening. She allowed her body to go limp, and let herself be supported by
the strength of her muscular young husband’s arms alone. He tightened his grip,
holding her closer to him. As he kissed her, he pushed his tongue into her mouth,
running its pointy tip along each of her even white teeth. He felt her resistance melting.
He reached one arm around behind her, and, lifting her gently into his arms, started
toward the bed. He didn’t break lip contact with her for an instant, afraid to spoil the
mood which seemed to be building. They had been married for nearly six months now,
and he still didn’t feel satisfied with their sex life. He was sure that she would grow out
of her puritanical upbringing eventually, and had decided to be patient. But sometimes
it was just too much to bear. It was degrading for him to have to look through a
keyhole in order to watch his own wife undress. Maybe tonight would be the night
when some of the barriers would begin to collapse. The way she had been looking at his
cock a few minutes earlier had given him hope.
He carried her, like a doll, to the double bed and set her down gently. Usually, all he
ever got to do was lift her nightgown high enough so that he could stick his cock into
her tight dry pussy, but tonight he was going to be cool. As soon as she was on the bed,
he fell to his knees on the floor beside the bed. He pressed his lips passionately to hers
and kissed her again. This time, when his tongue invaded her mouth, he sought her
tongue. He found it and jabbed gently at it with his own.
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At first she did nothing, but then, tentatively, she began to fence with his tongue. The
points of their tongues played together for a moment, and then Jay drew his tongue
back into his own mouth. A moment later, he pressed forward again and explored her
mouth with his tongue, seeking her little pink tongue. When he found it, they fenced
for a moment, and then once more Jay’s tongue retreated into his own mouth. This
time Karen’s tongue followed his part of the way, stopping when she reached her own
lips.
Jay immediately drove his tongue forward again, this time meeting Karen’s at the
parted entrance to her mouth. He ran the point of his tongue around hers for a
moment and then drew back again. This time she followed.
When Jay felt his wife’s tongue entering his mouth for the first time, he was elated.
This, he hoped, would be the beginning of a sexual relationship that would improve
steadily. He was sure that his patience had paid off. He sucked gently, drawing her
tongue even further into his mouth. After dueling with it for a moment, he pressed
forward with his own tongue, driving back into Karen’s soft warm mouth.
All the while, Jay’s hands were stroking softly at his wife’s long red hair. While he
tongue-kissed her, he spread her hair carefully out over her shoulders and down across
her breasts. He was careful to keep his hands from making contact with the swell of her
boobs because he was afraid to destroy the mood of submissiveness that she was in.
He continued to kiss and nibble at his wife’s mouth until her breathing became slightly
heavier. He was certain that she was about to become aroused as she never had before.
Gently, and ever so softly, he let one hand rest lightly on the mountainous swell of her
big tit. Without moving his hand at all, he allowed the pressure to become slightly
heavier. He could feel her nipple hardening through the soft material of her nightgown
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against the palm of his hand. He began to move his hand in a tight little circle over the
hard point of her nipple. Karen sighed.
Taking her sigh as his cue to move ahead, Jay cupped one of her tits in his hand,
through the flannel. Although his hands, like the rest of his body, were huge, the giant
mound of flesh was almost too much for one of his hands to hold. He squeezed her tit
with a firm but gentle pressure, feeling the nipple hardening still more. He wanted to
tear her nightgown from her and ravish her right there and then, but he was sure that
patience would be the best tack. He had waited months for her to surrender completely
to him, and now that he was this close, what was a few more minutes?
He continued to kiss her, but now moved his other hand so that it cupped her other tit.
His cock was so hard that it ached and pained him. For a moment he was tempted to
forget the whole thing, and just pull up her gown and stick his cock in, like he had
been doing every few nights until now. But her big soft tits felt so good in his hand that
he just couldn’t bring himself to stop. He continued moving his hands around in gentle
little circles across the soft swell of her big booby. As he did so, Karen moaned softly. It
was a sound which Jay had never heard before, and it set his cock to throbbing. Oh,
how he wanted her to turn on.
He moved his hand downwards and began stroking the swell of her tits through the
soft flannel material of her nightgown. As he did so, he continued to move his hands
around and around the swollen mounds. At last his lips found the pebble-hard point of
one of her erect nipples and he began to suck it right through the material. The flannel
quickly became wet and stuck to her tit, outlining the erect bud of her big nipple. He
bit gently at it through the wet cloth.
Now he moved his hands slowly down across the flannel-clad contour of her flat
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abdomen, moving his fingertips back and forth as he went. Then, at the point where
her thighs met her torso, he felt the thick fur of her pubic hair beneath the gown. That
was his goal. He began to move his hand back and forth across her pubic mound,
petting her hair and her cunt. Although she was still covered by her nightdress, he
could feel the lips of her pussy flowering open at his gently caressing touch.
He nibbled at the hard point of her nipple while he continued to rub his hand back and
forth across the flannel-clad mound of her furry cunt, feeling the lips parting even
wider beneath the soft flannel. Karen’s eyes were closed tightly and she was turning her
head from side to side, overcome by the sheer pleasure which she was experiencing for
the first time. For the moment, all thought of morality was lost to the wonderful warm
waves of sensuous delight. Somewhere in the depths of her subconscious mind she was
sure that what she was doing, and that what she was feeling, was wrong, and that she
shouldn’t allow it to continue. But it felt so good.
The tingling, which had begun earlier in her tight little cunt, had become a fire which
was beginning to consume her entire body.
"Oh, Jay," she moaned.
Jay held his breath, afraid that the spell had been broken, and that she was going to
make him stop, but, instead, she moaned again.
"Oh, Jay." Then, in a voice which trembled with uncertainty, she added softly, "That
feels so good."
Needing no further encouragement, Jay prepared to take the next step. He moved his
head downward and kissed his way across her belly, moving closer and closer to her
pussy. Meanwhile. he stroked her thighs with his hands, bringing them closer to the
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hem of her nightgown. His fingertips touched the hem of her nightgown at the same
time that his lips came in contact with the material which covered her pussy. He began
kissing softly through the material and at the same time moving his hands up under her
nightdress. His fingers stroked gently at the soft white skin of her calves, and then
worked their way up to her thighs.
Jay moved his hands in little circles around the silky-smooth skin just above her knees.
As he petted and stroked her, he slowly raised her nightgown, exposing first her legs
and finally her thighs. He moved his head down further, and taking the hem in his
teeth, he pulled the gown all the way up, exposing her red patch of pubic hair, her flat
white belly, and finally the huge round mounds of her tits. Moving quickly, he dropped
the flannel from his teeth and dropped his head to her boobs. He took one hard pink
nipple in his mouth and began to suck on it.
"Oh, Jay," Karen moaned. "Please. You shouldn’t." But Jay continued to suck on her
nipple, and she didn’t say anything more. As he did so, he rubbed his hand over her
furry cunt, stroking her outer cuntlips briefly, and then pressing the flat of his hand
against the swollen mound of her clit.
Now Karen was moaning continuously and her soft tender body was writhing
uncontrollably about on the bed. She was experiencing feelings which she had never
imagined possible. The physical pleasure was so intense that all thought of guilt was
banished. If her mother had ever known anything this wonderful, Karen thought, she
never would have said that sex was evil.
Just then, Jay’s finger penetrated Karen’s cunt. Although his cock had been inside her,
she had never allowed him to do any of the things that were necessary to warm her up.
The dryness of her pussy, and the immense size of his prick, had always made sex a
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rather uncomfortable, if not painful, experience. But now her cunt was juicy and moist,
and Jay’s finger was worming around inside it and moving in all directions at once. And
it didn’t hurt at all. Instead, it felt wonderful-exquisite. She didn’t want it to ever stop.
The feeling of Jay’s lips on her nipples was driving her wild. Tentatively, unsure of
herself, she reached to the side of the bed for Jay’s cock. It was huge and hard and, as
Karen wrapped her fingers around it, it began to throb. She had never really touched
Jay’s cock before. The touch of it thrilled her. It was like a living thing, pulsating and
throbbing in her hand. Instinctively, she began stroking up and down on the shank of
her husband’s tremendous prick.
As she pulled on Jay’s hard-on, Jay bit gently at her nipples. The thumb and middle
finger of his right hand separated the lips of her cunt, while his index finger moved
exploringly between the slickly smooth walls of her inner channel. She felt his fingertip
making contact with every hidden fold of her tight young pussy. The new sensations
which she was experiencing were almost more than she could stand. She wanted to
make Jay feel the same delightful pleasures that he was giving her. Lovingly, she
caressed his swollen cock. She let her fingers trail softly from the base of the shank to
the bulbous tip.
As Jay felt his wife caressing his prick, for the first time in their marriage, he sighed
deeply. He had always known that if he was patient, his prudish wife would turn out to
be a hellcat. He gave her big erect nipple one last tweak with his teeth, and began
moving his lips downward, toward her flat white abdomen. He kissed her softly, letting
his tongue protrude slightly from between his lips and licking spiraling little circles
across her cunt. Then, before she could object, he was kissing the flaming red fur of her
pubic mound.
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Linda drew her breath in sharply. "Oh, Jay," she moaned. But then she seemed to
realize suddenly what was happening to her. Her voice became frightened and stern.
"No, Jay!" she commanded. "Please, you mustn’t. Why don’t you just put your… your…
your thing inside me?"
Jay, feeling that he had made enough progress for one night, decided to do as she
asked. Anyway, his balls were on fire, and he knew that only the juices of his pretty
young wife’s pussy could quench the flames. But first he would try one more step.
"Put my what inside you?" he asked innocently.
"Oh, you know what I mean. Your… thing," Karen responded kittenishly.
Jay kissed her pussy hair noisily. "Nope," he said. "I don’t have any idea. If you don’t
tell me, I guess I’ll have no way of knowing what you want."
"Oh, Jay," she said. "I just can’t say it. Your, your, your penis. There, is that better?"
"Nope," Jay said, kissing her cunt again. "That ain’t what the guys on the football team
call it. Come on, now, let me hear you say it. Say ‘cock’!"
"Oooh," Karen said in mock anger. "Cock! There, are you satisfied now?"
"Nope!" Jay said. This time he moved his lips lower, and deposited a kiss right on the
moist lips of Karen’s tight young cunt. "Now that you’ve said it, I want you to tell me
what you want. Tell me what you want me to put where." He continued stroking and
petting Karen’s cunt and her tits, hoping that he could keep her in a state of excitement
long enough to make her say what he wanted to hear.
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Karen reddened – a blush which began at the roots of her beautiful long red hair, and
seemed to spread until her whole body had turned a bright shade of pink. "Don’t make
me say it, Jay," she pleaded.
"All right," Jay said. "You don’t have to say it." With that he began nuzzling and
nibbling at her juicy cuntlips. He could feel them getting wetter and juicier, and he
knew that, in spite of herself, Karen was becoming even more aroused by his little
game. "You don’t have to say anything you don’t want to. I don’t mind doing this at
all."
"Oh, Jay, don’t!" Karen said, her voice little more than a whisper. "I’ll say anything you
want. Anything." At this point Karen realized that what Jay was doing to her was
exciting her, and, motivated by a combination of fear and guilt, she felt she must make
him stop, no matter what.
"Then say it!" her husband commanded.
"All right. I’ll say it." She spoke in a whisper, as though trying not to hear the sound of
her own voice. "I want you to put your… cock… in my pussy."
"I can’t hear you," Jay said tauntingly. "And I want you to say ‘cunt’!"
"Cunt! Cunt!" Karen shouted. "I want you to put your cock in my cunt!" Now that she
had said it, it no longer seemed so evil. In fact, the sound of the words, coming from
her own lips, seemed to excite her even more. She felt a new feeling – a strange one of
freedom. For the first time in her life she had admitted, to her husband and to herself,
that she wanted to be fucked. It felt good. "Fuck me!" she added. "Fuck me with your
cock. But hurry. I don’t think I can wait any longer. Please! Put your cock in my cunt!"
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Triumphantly, Jay rose from his knees. "Take that nightgown off," he ordered. "I want
to see all of you."
For Karen, the whole thing had gotten out of hand. But Jay’s kisses, and the words
which she had spoken, had excited her to the point of no return. She felt she had no
choice but to do as Jay commanded, even though she was sure she would hate herself
for it later. Without hesitating for more than a moment, she slipped out of her
nightgown, and then lay back, totally naked, on the bed. Jay just stood over her for a
moment, staring down at her and stroking his cock. She had never let him look at her
like this before. The only time that he had seen her completely nude had been when he
managed to get a peek through the keyhole. Now her beauty was almost more than he
could stand.
Her skin was a pale white, which gave her a virginal appearance. Her shoulders were
soft and smooth and perfectly unblemished. The curve of her mammoth tits seemed to
begin at the shoulder. From there they swelled outward like twin mountains. At the
peaks were perfectly formed nipples, bright rosy red, and quiveringly erect. The
aureoles were the size of silver dollars. Her belly was flat and sloped gently toward the
tiny crater of her navel. Just below it was the thick patch of curling hair which covered
her pubic mound.
Inside the jungle of her pussy fur nestled her throbbing clit, in its keyhole-shaped tent.
Just below it, her pussy lay, the lips parted and glistening with the moist secretions of
her desire. Her perfectly formed thighs were long and white and tapered gracefully
toward her knees. Her calves were exquisite.
Jay licked his lips, which had become dry, and took a step closer to the bed. Then, with
a gurgling sound which started deep in his throat, he fell upon her, throwing his body
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full length across hers. Instinctively, she spread her legs as he neared her; opening her
cunt still more.
Jay’s rock-hard prick jabbed at the tender flesh of her pussy, trying m vain to find the
hole. He continued humping his hips forward in an attempt to get his cock in. Finally,
because he was beginning to hurt her, Karen reached between them and took hold of
his cock. Slowly, gently, she rubbed it up and down against the wet flesh of her cunt.
She brought the rubbery head of his cock into contact with her quivering little clit.
Enchanted with her new freedom, she rubbed the bulbous cockhead against her hot
pleasure-button. Then she moved it lower, rubbing it gently against the moist inner
surfaces of her parted cuntlips. As soon as Jay felt the silky smoothness of her outer
lips, he humped his hips forward, driving his cock part of the way into her pussy.
It was tight, and fit his huge prick like a glove. But it was also well lubricated, and he
slipped in easily. When about three inches of his cock had penetrated her hot slash, he
stopped the forward motion, and began to move outward again.
"Oh, no," Karen whispered. "Don’t go. I like it in there."
Jay couldn’t resist teasing her. "You like what in where?" he asked, moving his cock
outward ever so slowly.
"Your cock," she said, closing her eyes in embarrassment. "I like your cock in my cunt."
It was becoming easier and easier for her to say the words which she had always been
taught to think of as obscene. "I love your cock in my cunt."
Jay moved forward again, this time treating her to a little more of his cock. When about
half its length had penetrated her pussy he stopped. Slowly he began grinding his hips
in a tight little circle. The head of his cock scoured at the inner walls of her cunt as he
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ground his hips around. Then, continuing the circular motion with his hips, he began,
slowly, to withdraw. When nothing but the swollen head of his prick remained inside
her, he reversed direction. But this time, he rammed his hips forward with one powerful
thrust, driving his swollen cock to the hilt inside her hot tight twat.
"Oooohh," she sighed. "Oh, Jay, that feels so good!" Instinctively, she raised her legs
high in the air, pointing her feet at the ceiling. This pulled the lips of her pussy even
further apart. Jay swayed from side to side, rubbing her clit with the hair-covered
mound of his pubic bone, and causing her to moan again.
Then, unable to prolong it any further, he began to pump his hips in and out in the
age-old rhythm of fucking. Karen wrapped her legs around his waist as though trying
to drive him even deeper inside her. As he humped, her ass raised off the mattress and
then pushed against it again. He drove relentlessly on, pumping in and out, up and
down, all the while grinding his hips around and around and back and forth, using
movements that he learned on the football field.
Suddenly Karen began to sob. "Oh, Jay!" she cried. "I never felt anything like this
before! Oh, I think I’m going to explode! Oh, yes, oh, yesss! Oh, it’s terrible! Oh, it’s
wonderful! Oooohhh…" Her voice trailed off as her orgasm began to overtake her. In
truth, it was the first orgasm of her life, and she wasn’t at all sure that she would live
through it.
Jay could feel the hot torrent of cunt-juice washing over his driving ramrod cock, and
he knew that at last he had succeeded. His pretty young wife was about to come for the
first time. He knew that their sex life would have to change. And any change at all
would have to be for the better.
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Then he felt his own orgasm beginning. "Get ready, baby, here I come," he muttered.
And with that, the first hot blast of gism shot from the end of his prick, splattering
against the back wall of her writhing cunt. Karen could feel the jets of juice pumping
from his cock and filling her cunt to overflowing. She felt her own juices flowing in
rhythmic waves to mingle with her husband’s. She felt as though she was being
transported to another plane of existence. A buzzing sound filled her head as she
climbed the velvet ladder of fulfillment. She could feel Jay’s prick expanding and
contracting as it spewed its hot load inside her.
Then, after what seemed like an eternity, the pulsations began to diminish. She felt her
own orgasm coming to a descending conclusion just as Jay’s burst of gism began to get
smaller and less powerful.
She felt as though she was coming to the bottom of a long chute. At the same time she
felt physically drained. Jay’s cock was beginning to soften inside her pussy. Then, as he
was concluding an out-stroke, it slipped from the grasp of her pussylips with an
obscene plop. They both sighed at the loss. Then Jay rolled over onto his back next to
her, puffing and panting. Even football practice had never taken this much out of him.
He felt as though his strength had been completely sapped.
"Karen," he said softly, "that was wonderful. I hope that this will be the beginning of
something beautiful."
But Karen found her old guilt returning. She had allowed herself to be completely
overcome by lust, and now that it was over, she regretted it. The physical pleasure had
made her forget everything she had ever been taught about right and wrong, but now
that the physical sensations had stopped, she realized her error. Not only had she
allowed Jay to look at her completely naked body, but she had done things and she had
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said things that were completely inexcusable. "Oh, God," she said. "I hope it wasn’t the
end of something beautiful."
"Now what the hell do you mean by that?" Jay said, perplexed and angry. "What was
that crack supposed to mean?"
"Just this," Karen began. "We had a nice relationship until now, and I hope that neither
of us will let what happened tonight come between us. I feel so ashamed."
"Ashamed of what?" Jay asked, his face reddening with fury. "For goodness sake, you’re
my wife. Why the hell should you be ashamed of anything that we do together?"
"Because it was wrong, and you know it," Karen retorted. "Because sex is for having
babies not for having fun. And because the words that you made me use are for the
gutter, not for decent people’s bedrooms."
"Holy shit!" Jay shouted.
At the sound of Jay’s raised voice, Pagan, who had been sleeping in a corner of the
room, lifted his head and barked. Pagan was a full-grown, full-blooded timber wolf.
Jay’s father, who worked as a ranger in a park in Montana, had given Pagan to Jay
when he was just a cub, three years ago. Pagan’s mother had been shot by a poacher,
and Jay had raised him from a pup, bottle feeding him for the first month. Now, with
the disposition of a Saint Bernard, Pagan was a completely devoted pet. He weighed
about one hundred seventy-five pounds and was black and silver in color. His eyes were
steel gray and as deep as the sea. When Jay was home, Pagan was hardly ever away
from his side.
Now he pricked up his ears and barked again.
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"Oh, look," Karen said, happy for an opportunity to change the subject. "You’ve gotten
Pagan all upset. Why don’t we just drop it for now. We can talk about it another time.
Did I tell you that I told my zoology professor all about Pagan?"
Jay, still fatigued from fucking, was equally grateful for a chance to get off on another
subject. "No, you didn’t," he said. "What did you tell him?"
"Well," Karen began, "we were talking about the natural instincts of wild animals and
whether or not they can change with a change in environment. I told Professor Wells
about how you raised Pagan since he was a pup and about how gentle he is. He really
couldn’t believe it."
"What do you mean he didn’t believe it?" Jay asked, angry that anyone should doubt
either his wife’s word or his friend Pagan’s good manners.
"He said," Karen continued, "that a predatory animal like a wolf will always retain his
killer instincts, no matter how early his training begins."
"What, Pagan a killer?" Jay sputtered. "I’ve got half a mind to bring Pagan around to
meet this doubting dude-"
"He asked me to," Karen cut in. "Saturday afternoon. Gave me his address and all. Do
you think we could drop in on him. Just for a few minutes, to let him see Pagan."
"Sure," said Jay, barely managing to stifle a yawn. "Why not. We’ll drive over there and
let him meet Pagan himself. Then maybe he’ll change his tune. And I have his wife for
English One. It would be interesting to meet one of my teachers at home." Then,
remembering what they had been talking about just moments before, he added, "And
that other matter, we can discuss tomorrow."
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"Maybe it’s better if we don’t discuss it at all," Karen said with a yawn. "I’d just as soon
forget the whole thing. Just as long as we both know that it will never happen again."
"Well, I don’t know about that," Jay began. Then, his eyelids becoming heavy, he rolled
over onto his side. "I love you, baby," he murmured. "Things will work out. You’ll see."
"Let’s just forget about it," Karen said again. "I’m just going to think about Saturday.
It’ll be fun to bring Pagan to meet Professor Wells and his wife. Good night, Jay."
But Jay had already gone to sleep.
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