"you love birds are blocking the entrance!" a voice shouted.

"oh, up yours!" harry shouted back. he pulled out onto the highway and drove down dixie highway. we passed the feed store, i recognized brianna's car. curious. i thought.

"you feelin' better angel? come on, how do you feel?"

"with tactile sensory receptors concentrated in my finger tips," i answered. harry pulled into the mall and parked.

"you'll feel better after we find the store." he touched my cheek and smiled. the "chop shop" store was very nice. lots of midriff-revealing ware priced at full length. harry picked out three, one with ducks and two others with cats, they were orange and yellow. i pointed to one that was blue, it tied in front and had a picture of a very pretty tiger on it; the caption said 'ferocious when i'm angry, a pussy cat when i'm pampered.' "i like that carlee," harry said.

"gosh harry, anyone walking behind me when i was climbing stairs could see my tits."

"that's alright, as long as it's me behind you." harry paid with cash, a lot of cash. there was a leather store on down, toward the car. harry looked in the window. "carlee, what size is your foot?"

"five, five and a half, it depends."

"a pair of white moccasins would look good on you," he said.

"they would be soft at least." i remembered harry ravishing my feet at colonel sander's.

"i love those," he said. they were hand made in new mexico, lots of indian stuff on the toes. we went in and took a number. there weren't three fuckin' customers in the store, but we still had to take a number.

"yes, may i help you 23?" a sales clerk asked. he was fat, and reminded me of sam, from the pawn shop.

"those white moccasins, do you have them in a four and a half or five?"

"we have then in a one and a half to a fourteen, 23." harry glared at him. he didn't like the number thing. "oh my dear, what a delightful belly button ring, that's the prettiest one i've ever seen. yes, you must have the moccasins. that would set your daughter off, 23."

"my friend!" harry snapped.

"whatever," the clerk said, as he retrieved the moccasins. he removed my sandals quite sensuously, i always wondered about shoe salesmen. harry just hated him, i could tell. a four and a half fitted very well, they were soft, and felt good on my feet. the price was enormous.

"do you want to stop and fill your prescription carlee?"

"no harry, i'm fine."

"margaret is my second wife, carlee." i didn't respond, just looked out the side window. "she is fourteen years older than me. whatever our marriage was, she had a stroke four years ago. a bad stroke, it paralyzed her entire left side. spent a year in rehab, away in nashville. little progress was made, they gave me the options of a nursing home, or taking care of her at home. i was a lieutenant then, and the strain almost caused me to lose my job. i have a son, by my first marriage, who volunteered to help me if he could quit his nursing job in cleveland and if i would pay him a thousand dollars a month. plus room, plus board, plus every other week end off plus many other things." i didn't know what to say. "his name is corey, carlee, and he's a little older than you." i looked at harry, but still i didn't know what to say. "i am a responsible man, carlee, a responsible police officer, and a responsible individual for whatever i'm responsible for."

"and where do i fit in, harry?"

"you don't really. you're my friend, and my every other week end off. plus, i love to buy you things." harry looked sad. i grabbed his hand from the steering wheel and held it in mine. he had made contact with me.

"buy me a toe ring then." he smiled.

"i'll buy you anything you ever wanted love, just don't boot me out of your life." i smiled at him. toe rings are all golden, the come in sizes one to twelve. i don't know who in the hell would wear a size twelve, maybe second-to-none. mine was a three, it fitted half way down on my second toe, right foot. harry wrote a check.

harry bought a bottle of champagne, and we drove to my apartment. "this is an efficiency apartment isn't it?"

"as good as it gets," i answered.

"you ever think of upgrading?" i raised my eyebrows.

"and leave this lap of luxury, suh?" i said, in my best southern accent. "why cap'n butler, what ever made you say such a thing to little ole me?" harry smiled.

"you make my days bright, carlee."

"that's scarlet, honey."

"get me a beer, and you take a bath, miss scarlet." i walked to the kitchen area and got harry a beer from the fridge.

"efficient enough cap'n'?"

"i stand corrected miss."

i drank a beer while i was bathing. it was great, and so was the bath, all bubbly and smelled like strawberries. no discomfort from my surgery, and i enjoyed playing with harry. i came out wearing a towel and a smile. harry's eyes lit up, if he had a tail, it would have been wagging.

"nice towel," he stated. i sat down on the edge of the bed. harry peeled the towel from me and knelt down to dry my right foot.

"hey, i'm still wet," i cried.

"just stay that way angel, i'll take care of the bath water in a minute." as he ravished my foot, he reached over and opened the box that my ring was in. he slid it on my right second toe, it fitted perfectly. then he stood up. he eyed me up and down. "you're breath-taking naked, carlee," he said. i just lay there, my feet on the ancient rug, my body across the bed. i closed my eyes tightly. i could hear harry undressing, fantasies congregated in my head. he grabbed me by the ankles and swung me into the bed. a slight push of his hands scooted me up in the bed. i was afraid to look, afraid he would disappear, i was somewhere between a light sleep and an orgasm. i felt his tongue touch my toe ring, then he gently kissed each toe of my right foot. i reeled, but didn't move. he licked his way up my leg until i felt his hard dick tight against my foot. he parted the lips of my vagina with two fingers, then i felt his tongue enter me. i was on fire, god, was i on fire. his tongue swooped forward, flicking my clit. he paused there, pressing so hard it almost hurt. then he licked in gentle circles, i couldn't last much longer. his hands cupped my breasts, my nipples turned rock hard. oh, what he was doing to me. he was on top of me, he kissed me passionately. his dick was to the left of my pussy. we kissed harder, i needed him, i spread the lips of my pussy, and moved a little until he was positioned between them. he moved up and down a little, i moved forward and back.

"did you ever fuck like this when you were a little girl, carlee?" he whispered.

"yes, i did," i softly answered. we continued to kiss. he continued his motion until i was about to cum. i tensed my body.

"cumming?"

"almost harry, almost," i answered. i bounced forward and back a little and wrapped my legs around his back, squeezing him tightly. the feeling was coming on strong, my clit spasmed and i started to cum. god, was i cumming. "jesus christ harry, push harder!" i shouted. it lasted for an hour, well, for thirty seconds anyway. my uterus spasmed, time and time again. i had harry in such a bear hug, he could barely move. "oh god, harry," i weakly said.

"if i put it in baby, i won't last two strokes," he exclaimed. you never do anyway. i thought.

"it's ok harry" i raised up and grabbed harry's balls. he sat up in the bed.

"god, that feels wonderful," he said. i sat up in bed beside him. i lifted his balls, and licked under them while i held his dick in my other hand. i then licked the shaft, and the purple head, he was so hot, i loved doing this to him. he moaned and moaned, i took him into my mouth and sucked hard. "oh, my god carlee." i squeezed his balls gently. "wait carlee, you're fixing to get wet." i grabbed his buttocks and pulled him toward me. i got wet.

harry didn't cum a whole lot. i thought about his wife, i wondered if he masturbated a lot, i had heard that men without a functional women did, i wasn't about to ask him though. i grabbed a kleenex and cleaned what little there was off my lips. harry looked sheepish.

"i liked doing that harry, was it alright?"

"beautiful, baby, simply beautiful." i wondered if margaret did that to him before she got sick. harry lay beside and nuzzled my breasts. he massaged between my legs.

"better be careful, buddy, it's liable to suck you up inside of me and smother you to death." he pecked me lightly on the lips, then he attempted to enter me. "this is like putting a wet noodle up a wildcat's ass, harry." he snickered, it was mr. leisures saying.

"i love you even more when you're funny, carlee." and the wet noodle lengthened, and hardened. people should never fuck on their sides, their equipment is all out of alignment.

"can i get on top, harry?" he took it out and lay on his back, i petted his head, like he was a good horse. i examined his equipment before i spread my legs over him. not bad really for a circumsized fellow. very thick. i liked that. i straddled harry, and reached down and guided him in. "ooooh," i said. i played a while, harry got harder. i love this position, here i'm in control, i could move sideways, back and forth, up and down. it always made my legs sore the next day, but i wasn't worrying about that now. "god harry. ooooh, it feels so good," i whimpered.

"take all you want angel." he said. and i did. my hair became wet, and i sweated down my back. "now?" he asked.

"almost, close, yes, yes, yes!" the orgasm started in my toes, and spread slowly upward. god, this was heaven. i could feel my toe ring clutching tightly. "jesus, harry." i said as i was coming down.

"i don't believe i can finish baby," he said.

"get on top," i said. he tried, but it really was like the noodle and the wildcat. he lay beside me. i turned and kissed him. i put my hand around his limp member and pulled the skin forward and back. harry played with my ass and slowly but surely he responded, the faster i pulled, the harder he got.

"oh baby." he whispered. he wasn't much more than half hard, but he came. a guttural moan came from his throat, and i could feel it contracting and relaxing. when he was done, a small amount of cum appeared on the head. i kissed it dry, and used the same kleenex that i had dropped on the rug. i smiled at him, got up and walked to the fridge, grabbing the bottle of champagne and a couple of plastic glasses. harry came into the kitchen area, naked, and i poured out glasses. "i've never done that before in my entire life carlee," he said. i looked up at him, surprised at his statement. "oh, you should see your face," he smiled.

"what's wrong with my face?"

"other than being absolutely beautiful, absolutely nothing, you just appeared shocked." his teeth glistened. "i mean i've never functioned very well, never twice in a row."

"oh, well you did more than fine today, harry, cheers." we drank our drink.

"even when i was a kid..." i touched his lips.

"shhhh, it doesn't matter love, you just improved with age," i mused.

"maybe i improved with you, carlee."

"who cares baby, i could go on with you like this forev......, for a long time." harry kissed me. i refilled our glasses.

"whoa, baby, put a hold on mine, i live across town." i held, and i smiled. a beeper went off, i didn't own one. harry found his pants and rushed quickly to the phone. "zimmerman, on fourth street, no, i'm at a booth, he said what! i'll be right down, yes i can stop by and warn her." i was frantic.

"what is it, harry?"

"leroy's escaped, and he claims that he's going to kill you."