"She didn't answer. Don't know where she is, hiding I guess."
"Well, keep trying. Once she reports the rape then your retaliation becomes justified in the minds of most people. Some will even consider you a hero for avenging the wrongdoing. You'll be the darling of the feminists. You'll be on TV. You can write a book." He was trying to keep it light, but she didn't seem to get it.
"It'll be tough with the police," he continued. "However, your attorney will handle that part. You'll be all right. Self-defense with no premeditation. They might even acquit you...but not without a reported rape." He didn't entirely believe everything he was saying.
"Will you at least help me find Tammy?"
"You mean will I delay calling the police and implicate myself?"
She started crying. He moved to the bed, sat beside her and tried to calm her. "With those legs you'll look great on the witness stand," he said trying to make her smile.
She did smile although with a calculating look. She sat up. As she leaned forward the bikini top slipped off. She watched his eyes fasten on her breasts. She took his face between her hands, drew him closer and slowly ran her tongue across his lips. "I didn't get to do everything I wanted the other night."
"I can't imagine what you overlooked."
"I know you'll help me," she whispered. "Don't call the cops." She pulled his head down. He was filled with the musky scent of her drying perspiration blended with the perfume he remembered from his bed after she left his apartment last week. He pulled back and stood, but his eyes couldn't leave her.
She frowned, leaned back on the pillows and studied his face. Then she reached down and pulled on the little bow at the side of the bikini bottom. She slowly raised her hips, and with a bounce the bottom slid off and dangled around one leg. She raised the leg high and watched his eyes moving over her body, as she reached out and slipped the bikini bottom off her ankle. She laid back and twisted for a moment, as though the movement was necessary to find a comfortable position.
He gazed down at her soft touchable skin. "This teasing routine isn't making it easier."
"I'm not going for easy." She reached over with her hand.
Could he stop himself, if he let her touch him? He took a step back and looked down at her. Her tan hadn't started, and she was wonderfully white, naked creamy white, stretched out with her long red hair flowing across the pillow.