The Blackmailed Wife
                             By Peter Jensen
                                Chapter 13


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Ann returned to San Diego on Tuesday. She decided for Dave's sake, that she
had to get the other copies of those pictures at all costs. Perhaps, she could
make them understand. She was certain that she could, if she could just talk to
Julia. She would explain about Dave, and how he was, and what their plans for
the future were. She just knew that she could make Julia understand.

She had tried to reach her by phone all Tuesday night and Wednesday, but she
wasn't at the store, and there was no answer at her apartment. Late Wednesday
afternoon, in desperation, she had gone over to her apartment, but Julia was
nowhere to be found.

Ann was beginning to panic. It was seven-thirty and she still hadn't been able
to contact Julia. She would have to go to Max's house. She dreaded this more
than anything else in the world, but she just had to be there. She knew that
they wouldn't hesitate to send the photographs to Dave if she didn't.

She poured herself a glass of scotch and drank it down, after she got out of
the shower. Then, the phone rang. Julia's voice was on the other end.

"I'm glad you came back, dear. Max would have been most unhappy if you hadn't."

"Julia, I've got to talk to you," Ann pleaded. "You don't understand my
position.

"It's too late now dear, but remember this, you had better be real good to Max.
He has the photographs, and he might give them to you, if you please him, and
don't be late, he won't like that at all."

"But Julia..." Ann cried almost desperately.

"Another thing," Julia interrupted, "Max likes brief, black underthings. Wear
those new ones you've been saving for Dave." and with that, she hung up before
Ann could say anything else.

Ann was shaking violently after talking to Julia. Now she was desperate to get
those pictures back. She drank another shot of Scotch, to give her courage, and
put on the panties and bra that Julia had suggested. They were sheer, and she
wanted to wear them the night of Dave's homecoming, but now it wouldn't be
possible. Over these, she put on a thin clinging white silk cocktail dress,
that accentuated the tan she had been cultivating at the lake these past two
weeks.

She took a last look at herself in the mirror, and a last shot of Scotch. The
sun had bleached her hair a more golden color than it had been in months, and
it contrasted beautifully with the healthy bronze of her skin.

She wanted to be as alluring as possible, in hopes that she could convince Mr.
Schroeder to give her the pictures back without compromising herself too much.
Julia's words haunted her all the way to his house, "If you please him enough,
if you please him enough."

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Ann's taxi stopped at a beautiful spacious home built in Spanish style and
reminded her disconcertingly of Mexico. It was quiet, and there were no other
cars around. She had a momentary sense of panic, and wanted to tell the driver
just to take her back to the city, but her desire to recover the pictures
overcame it.

She gathered her courage and rang the bell. A white-uniformed butler answered
and led her into the large sunken living room. Ann's breath was taken away for
a moment: almost half of the room was occupied by a large emerald-green
swimming pool, that extended into it from the patio. A waterfall cascaded down
one rock wall, and bubbled into the pool. This, coupled with the magnificent
tropical plants about the room, gave it the appearance of an island paradise.

"Mr. Schroeder will be down shortly," the butler announced. "Shall I serve
Madam a martini?"

"Yes, please," Ann replied. She wanted something that might still the nervous
trembling of her body. She had expected others to be here, particularly Julia,
and she didn't know what to do to face Max alone. Her carefully planned
speeches to Julia had been useless.

She gulped at the large martini the butler brought her, hoping that it might
infuse new ideas and confidence into her, to replace that destroyed by the
sudden change of circumstances.

She had almost finished, when heavy nasal breathing came from behind her. She
almost jumped from the couch in surprise, but the alcohol had slowed her
reactions enough, that she couldn't get up before he spoke.

"Well, my dear, you've finally come," he said mockingly. "I've waited a long
time for you to accept one of my invitations."

"I, I just came to get those pictures, Mr. Schroeder," Ann blurted, trembling.

He walked slowly around to sit down beside her, leering at her ripe young,
body as he did. His lips quivering in anticipation.

"Of course, my dear Ann, you don't mind my calling you Ann, do you?"

"No, no I don't," she said quickly, afraid of what might happen if she didn't
agree with him.

"Then you call me Max," he said, not taking his eyes from her body. "I think
we shall get along well."

"Sidney!" he called to the butler. "Another martini for Mrs. Morrow, and a
soda and ice for me. I don't drink, ulcers you know, from the pressures of
business."

The butler appeared immediately with the drinks, and Ann took hers quickly.
The first one, on top of the Scotch she had at home, had begun to dull her
senses slightly, but she welcomed that. She could see already from the way
Max's eyes roved over her hungrily, that it wouldn't be easy to accomplish her
purpose. She was going to need all of the courage that she could muster, from
a bottle, or otherwise.

"Now, Ann, let's talk business," Max said softly. "I've got something that you
want, and you've got something that I want. I think that we should make a
straight business trade."

"Mr. Schroeder," Ann retorted, the drinks giving her courage a slight lift,
"you don't understand. Julia said I just had to come over here to get the
pictures, and that's all I want."

"Young woman," Max's voice grew cool, "I spent a lot of money to get those
pictures, so you're going to have to work to get them back."

"What, what do you want of me?" Ann replied, her voice fading to a whisper.

"You know very well what I want, but perhaps not now. You see, I have very
special tastes, and it takes a very special kind of girl to fulfill them. I
think you could be that special girl, Ann."

"Me, I-I don't know anything, I-I've never made love to anyone but my husband
before, except under the influence of those drugs that Julia gave me in Mexico.
I-I just couldn't, Mr. Schroeder, honestly I couldn't," Ann stammered.

"You can try," Max coaxed, his thick lips shining from his licking them.

"No, please, I can't, I just can't, I won't do anything." Ann started to get
up, but he grabbed her arm tightly.

"Well, my pretty young innocent, let's just see what you will do and won't do."
He pulled the package of pictures from his robe pocket and began shuffling
them.

"Let's consider what Lt. Morrow would like to see best," he gloated. "Here,
what about this one?"

He thrust the lewd thing in front of Ann's face. It was the one with her and
Ramon. She was spread-eagle on the bed, her heels pressing tightly into the
mattress. Her hands were tangled in his hair, pulling his face tightly between
her wide spread thighs, where he was paying her ultimate homage with his lips
and tongue. Every sinew in her body was straining for the final physical
achievement. Her mouth was open, and her face contorted with crazed, raw lust.

"Or what about this one, how would he like this?" Max chuckled obscenely, as
he tormented the girl with one after another of the lewd photographs,
describing in degrading detail, her actions in each. His breath was heavier
now, apparent that the pictures and the humiliation he was inflicting upon her
made him desire her even more.

He watched her grimaces of recollection closely, as he described a particular
picture, holding it up in front of her, to make certain that she was following
his commentary in detail.

Then he came to the one with two men screwing her at the same time. "This is a
real gem," Max tormented as he smiled lewdly at her. "Julia said that you
really enjoyed this combination. The lieutenant would be most pleased to know
that his wife is spending her time furthering her education, and making new
friends, while he's away. Don't you agree, my dear?"

Ann's head reeled from the humiliation of sitting here with this vile, fat man
while his beady eyes absorbed every action on the glossy prints. She was almost
sick from the degrading monologue he was uttering, using the most obscene words
imaginable, in his lurid descriptions of the actions.

She attempted one last desperate act of bravado, hoping to frighten him into
giving her the prints, and letting her go. She looked him coldly, right in the
eye, her courage spurred by desperation and the alcohol.

"I'm leaving right this minute, Mr. Schroeder, and I'm going to bring the
police back with me. You know, blackmail is against the law."

"My dear," he said after a short silence. "I would simply tell them that you
come here often, and became angry when I wouldn't double your price."

"They, they would never believe you. I've never even gone out with another
man," she replied angrily.

"Don't be naive Ann dear, if I give the word, prints of these pictures could
be sold in every bar in San Diego by tomorrow. I could even make certain that
the Officer's Club had a few sets. I'm certain that they would find a good
market. It would then be the word of a respectable businessman, against that
of a girl who poses for dirty pictures."

"You wouldn't dare!" Ann said, standing up suddenly, "you wouldn't dare!"

Max leaped to his feet and slashed his heavy palm brutally across Ann's face,
knocking her back onto the couch. Tears sprang to her eyes and a slight
trickle of blood appeared at one corner of her mouth.

"Don't ever say that I wouldn't dare something, my dear," he shouted angrily
at her, spittle spraying in her face. "If you want these pictures, I'll be
waiting upstairs in the second room on the right. It's your last chance, you
little bitch, and I'm tired of wasting my time. Sidney, bring Mrs. Morrow
another martini," he called to the waiting butler.

Ann sat in a state of shock, and watched him disappear up the stairs. She
dabbed lifelessly at the trickle of blood with the wet cloth Sidney had
brought her. What could she do? Julia's words from the phone came back to her,
"If you please him enough." My god, she thought, what could be enough for a
man like this! She had come to the bitter realization that she had no choice.
If she didn't do as he commanded her, she would lose Dave, and he would be
humiliated beyond belief. Every pilot in the navy would have pictures of his
wife engaged in un-natural acts of love with other men. With his fierce pride
in himself and her, he wouldn't take it. Ann didn't know what he might do.

"Sidney," she called, "hurry with my drink."

The butler brought it with a knowing smile on his lips. He knows I've decided
to go to him, she thought. I wonder how many times he's seen this happen
before? She downed the martini quickly and walked to the stairs. She wanted to
get it over with quickly, and get away with that envelope. Then, perhaps she
could live a normal life again.