Halloween was coming upon us and Rebecca wanted to go to the Halloween costume party at the hotel bar. She asked if we could go and I told her we would, “I’ll handle the costumes.” She said. I agreed. One afternoon I came home to find her waiting for me smiling. “I’ve got a plan for Halloween!” she told me, she was excited about whatever her plan was. “I found one of your uniforms in the closet, we’ll go to the party as a hooker and a sailor!”
I thought about that for a couple of seconds and said, “Okay. Sounds good to me, you set it up!” I could just picture her wearing something slutty and hanging on my arm.
“I’ll take care of everything!” She was so excited about this and I thought it would be fun. I came home to find packages in her name that came from Frederick’s of Hollywood and my imagination started to run wild.
As we got nearer to Halloween Rebecca asked, “You remember the condom?”
“How could I forget that?”
“You remember promising me ‘Anything?’”
“Of course! I said, ‘Anything you want.’”
“Do you still mean it?” She asked.
I thought about that stinging snap, “Of course I still mean it! Anything you want.”
“We’re going to the costume party as a hooker and a sailor.”
“Okay, whatever you want, sweetheart.”
One afternoon, about a week before Halloween I came home to find Rebecca greeting me at the door in one of my uniforms, It looked good on her, she was wearing the white Dixie cup hat, four-inch heeled pumps, covered by the bell bottoms. It occurred to me that this was the first time I had seen her wearing pants, she always wore skirts and dresses, because she knew I was crazy about her legs.
“What do you think?” She asked.
“Wrong hat.” I told her.
“What?”
“That’s the wrong hat for that uniform. The hat for that uniform is on the shelf of the closet. The Donald Duck hat with no visor that has, ‘United States Coast Guard’ on the band in gold letters. That hat is for the undress and work uniforms.”
“But this is a sailor hat.” She protested.
“Navy yes, Coast Guard no.” I told her.
“Besides, that’s the enlisted dress uniform, after I became a pilot I was an officer, that would be the uniform hanging in the plastic bag, shirt, tie, jacket, ribbons, hat with scrambled eggs on the visor in the box on the shelf.”
“But I wanted to wear this uniform because it looks like a sailor.” She pouted.
“Okay, wear that one.” I told her. “Wear it where?”
“To the Halloween party!”
“I thought we were going as a hooker and a sailor?” I asked. Then it hit me.
“We are!”
“I assumed I was the sailor and you were the hooker.” I told her.
“If you can get in this uniform, then you can be the sailor, if you can’t get into this uniform then you go as the hooker.” She told me.
“Fair enough.” I said. She started to undress, she was hot and I found myself aroused by her stripping out of my enlisted blues. She handed me the trousers and I stood there in the kitchen, unbuckling my belt, pulling my jeans off and dropping my Combat Commander on the counter. Rebecca was wearing black stockings under the bellbottoms and I was getting turned on. I took the bellbottoms from her and stepped into them, as I pulled them up I realized I had gained some pounds, there wasn’t any way I was going to get close to getting these buttoned. Rebecca smiled at me and said, “Your costume is in the bedroom.”
“You knew I couldn’t get into these, didn’t you?”
“Without a doubt!” she smiled, “Let’s go!” She took my hand and dragged me into the bedroom, Rebecca picked up a black leather miniskirt from the bed and held it against my waist. “Perfect! Look at these!” she said as she picked up a pair of strappy sandals about five inches tall. She was still wearing the jumper, neckerchief, and white hat, black stockings with black pumps, looking hotter than ever and acting like a kid in the toy store.
I was holding this pair of sandals that had three straps that came together in a knot above the toes and another long pair of straps that must go around the ankle and buckle together. “How am I supposed to walk in these?” I asked her.
“Aren’t they so sexy? Try them on!”
I sat on the bedroom chair and started to put my foot into one of the shoes. “Not with socks on!” she said. “You have any knee highs? I don’t wear knee highs!” Rebecca always wore skirts and dresses with stockings or pantyhose.
“Why would I have any knee highs unless you brought them?”
“Silly me! Why would you have knee highs?” Still acting like a child. She pulled open a drawer that she had taken for her things and asked, “Stockings or pantyhose?”
“Stockings or pantyhose?” I repeated.
“To try on the shoes? You can’t try them on with socks! Stockings or pantyhose? OH! OH!” She pulled out a pair of black micro fishnet stockings. “Wait! Try these!” She tossed me a pair of suntan pantyhose.
I sat there in the chair with the pantyhose and started to gather them down to one foot. “Take off your underwear and socks first!” She looked at me, “Are you okay?”
“Of course I’m okay, why?”
“You’re acting a little goofy!”
I took off my underwear and socks and pulled on the pantyhose, I stood and pulled them up and stroked them from the feet up to smooth them like she does, then I sat and tried on the shoes. I got my toes under the three little straps and looked at the two long straps. Rebecca got down on her knees in front of me and wrapped the straps around the back of my heel and around my ankle and buckled them together. Then we did the other shoe and she took my hands and pulled. “Stand up! Let’s see how they look!”
I stood, they were about five inches tall, and with a little practice I could walk in them. “Put the skirt on! You have to see this!” She handed me the leather skirt. Carefully I stepped into the skirt, I pulled it up to my waist and had to suck in my stomach while Rebecca hooked the hook in the back. “Isn’t this cool? See the zippers?”
The skirt had a zipper that ran from the waist to the hem down each side to expose as much thigh as one desired. She pulled the zippers down about half way and said, “What a turn on! Isn’t this hot?”
I didn’t want to admit it, but it was a turn on. Rebecca knew I was a leg man, she knew I was turned on by legs and that was why she always wore skirts and dresses, even her bathing suit had a skirt like wrap around that turned me on. She reached under the skirt and felt my dick, which was expanding slowly. “You’re starting to enjoy this aren’t you? Admit it! You’re getting turned on!” She said, “You like this!” She pushed me onto the bed and she jumped on me, tossing the white hat and kissing me. “You look hot! You’re turning me on!” She kissed me some more. “You’ve got to try on the rest of it.” Rebecca had my costume well planned, I would have to shave my legs and mustache, but she had the look she wanted for me.
“Where did you find such sexy shoes in my size?” I asked her. “Amazon dot Com?”
“Frederick’s of Hollywood!” She told me.
The next night we did a dress rehearsal, first I had to shave, Rebecca helped, and it took several razor cartridges. We were very careful not to draw blood, then the suntan pantyhose, and then a waist cincher corset type thing she laced up from behind while I sucked in my stomach. Then the black micro fishnet stockings attached to the garters of the corset, then the shoes, and a gold ankle chain. A bra with foam rubber inserts, a tight black turtle neck sweater, the black leather skirt and jacket, big hoop earrings that clamped to my earlobes and dangled under the light brown wig that hung about eight inches below my shoulders. Then the makeup, she bought everything she thought I needed and then some. She had fun doing my makeup, especially my eyes, eyeliner, mascara, eye shadow, then the lipstick, which she promptly kissed off and re-applied. Then she had me practice walking around the house for awhile while she put on the sailor uniform. After she was dressed we walked around the house together until I got used to the shoes and she wanted to go outside.
“I don’t think so! Someone might see me.”
Rebecca looked outside, “I don’t see anyone, just out to the Jetranger and back, it will be a rush! Try it!”
I looked outside, it was dark, no one around, it was less than a hundred yards. “Let’s go, sailor!” I made sure I had my key so we wouldn’t get locked out, and we walked out to the Jetranger, when we got there, Rebecca asked, “Isn’t this a rush! Are you excited?”
“Yes, let’s go back!” I turned toward the house and she stopped me.
“Look at this shaft!” Pointing to the tail rotor shaft. She touched it, “Ouch!”
I looked at the shaft, “What’s wrong?”
“Feel that?” she asked.
I reached to touch the shaft and Rebecca snapped my handcuffs around my left wrist and cuffed me to the tail rotor shaft.
“What are you doing?” I said, looking around.
“Feel the adrenaline?” she asked. “Isn’t it a turn on?”
“Sure is! Unlock me and let’s go in!”
“Here’s the deal. Are you turned on?” She asked.
“Yes! Can we go in before someone sees me?”
“Get yourself off first!”
“What?”
“Put your hand in there,” She said, pointing at my skirt, “and get yourself off, then I’ll unlock you!” She started walking toward the house.
“Wait!” I said, “Okay! Wait!”
Rebecca walked to the house and stepped in the back door and turned on the floodlights, “I’m waiting! Call me when you’re done!” She yelled, and closed the door.
The flood lights had me lit up like a deer in someone’s headlights, and with people working at flight operations 24 hours a day I knew it wouldn’t take long before someone saw me.
“Wait!” I reached under my skirt and started stroking. It took about a minute and I yelled “Rebecca!” What an adrenaline rush, I couldn’t believe she did this to me. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, I shot my fluid so quickly, I could feel it against my leg, warm and sticky.
Rebecca opened the back door and yelled, “If I come out there and you don’t have a wet spot I’m going to leave you there with the lights on all night! And you know I’ll do it!”
“Come get me!”
She took her sweet ass time coming out to me and reached under my skirt and found the wet spot. “Wow! That was fast! Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes! Can we go in?”
“What else?” She asked.
I grabbed her, “Kiss me! I love you!” We kissed, long and hard. “I love you! You’re wild!” We kissed again. Rebecca handed me the key and I unlocked the handcuffs. “I love you too!” We walked toward the house and inside turning off the floodlights as we went in. She turned to me and started kissing me again. She reached under the skirt and felt the wet spot again, “Can I get some of that?”
She pushed me to the bed and tore at my pantyhose, ripping the crotch open and taking me into her mouth. I thought she was going to swallow my dick, she was licking me and sucking in my fluid like she was dying of thirst. “fudge me!” She cried, “fudge me hard!”
I did.
When I woke up in the morning we were both still in our costumes, mostly, her hands were handcuffed together and her pants and hat were gone, she still wore her stockings and heels. I was still in stockings and heels too, my pantyhose were torn open and my dick was hanging out. “What a night, just when I thought we’d done everything, then this! You amaze me! I love you.”
Rebecca opened her eyes, “Wow! You fudgeed the hell out of me! I love you too!”
Halloween night came and she took her time making sure our costumes were perfect. I had to shave again, then the suntan pantyhose. Rebecca tightened the corset as I sucked in my stomach, I pulled on the stockings and attached them to the garters that hung from the corset, and then I put on the shoes and ankle chain. I had to put on the bra with the foam rubber inserts and then the tight black turtle neck sweater. Then I sat while she put on my make up and brushed on some fingernails and shaped them with a file. After she was finished building my fingernails I put on the skirt and jacket. My hands were just about useless with these fingernails she put on me. We took her car and drove around to the front of the hotel so everyone would think we came from town, I walked into the bar with Rebecca on my arm and we sat at the bar and I ordered a Sprite. Lorain was dressed as the hottest witch I had ever seen, she poured me a Sprite and looked at me and looked at the Sprite. Even Lorain couldn’t tell who I was. I even pulled some money out of my purse to pay for the drinks. Rebecca had done my fingernails and makeup and none of the people who should have recognized me did.
We had a great time and took second place in the costume contest. After awhile of drinking sprite, I asked Lorain for a Pepsi and it finally hit her who I was. We had a few good laughs and Rebecca and I started to head for the car. Rebecca had a great time and she looked so hot, I couldn’t wait to fudge her and I told her so. When we got to the parking lot Rebecca pulled out my handcuffs and cuffed my left wrist to the roof rack of her Grand Cherokee, then she kissed me and got in the car, “Get yourself off and I’ll unlock you and let you in!” She closed the door. There were still people around the hotel and I knew it was just a matter of time before someone saw me. I stuck my hand up under my skirt and started stroking. In less than a minute I released my fluid and said, “Okay! Let me in!” Rebecca got out of the car and reached under my skirt to feel the wet spot.
“Wow! That was really quick!” She said. “Do it again!” And she walked toward the hotel, leaving me handcuffed to the roof rack to get myself off again.
It took several minutes for me to do it again, maybe two minutes, the adrenaline was flowing and I couldn’t believe I was able to get off again. Two sexy witches walked out of the hotel and came to the car next to me, I couldn’t hide, and I just stood there with my left wrist handcuffed to the roof rack. One of the sexy witches said, “Look! Mom, The Hooker got busted!” and she kissed me. “Great costume!” The other sexy witch came to my side of the car and kissed me too, a long hard kiss, with some tongue contact and a lot of passion. She pressed against me and rubbed herself against my dick, which was starting to swell again. “You’re cute! Good night!” They got in their car and smiled and waved as they backed out and drove away. I think they were mother and daughter.
After about five minutes Rebecca came out of the hotel and reached under my skirt. “Did you make it again?” She asked. “Oh! Big wet spot!” She handed me the key and said, “Come on! You drive!” I unlocked the handcuffs and got behind the wheel.
We went back to my house and I parked in the driveway.
“Want to do that again?” Rebecca asked.
“You’re really getting turned on by this, aren’t you?”
“Yeah! This is wild! I love it! Don’t you?” She asked.
“Yeah! It’s a rush! Doing this with you is wild! You’re amazing!” I told her.
Rebecca handed me the handcuffs and said, “Here give me the key and do it again here.”
I got out of the car and snapped the handcuffs around my left wrist and the roof rack, I reached under the skirt and started stroking myself again, but after a few minutes I realized it wasn’t going to work.
“We’re in my driveway, there’s no risk.” I told her. “It has to have some risk involved for the adrenaline rush, we need to go somewhere else.”
“We could go back to the hotel, maybe do it in the elevator?” She said, handing me the key.
“The elevator?” I asked.
“Yeah! Start at the top floor and see if you can get yourself off before the doors open.”
“That’s risky enough to work.” I got in the car, backed out of the driveway and drove back to the hotel parking lot. We got out of the car and went inside the lobby. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. You’re crazy, and you’re making me crazy!”
“Isn’t this addictive?” Rebecca asked.
We boarded the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor, on the way up I handed her the key and we waited for the doors to open at the top floor.
“Ready?” Rebecca asked.
“I can feel the adrenaline already.” My heart was pounding, I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
“Up against the back wall so you can’t reach the stop button.” She told me. Then she put the handcuffs on my left wrist, cuffed me to the rear railing and kissed me. She pressed the button for the lobby, and stepped out the door as it closed.
“crap!” I thought she was going to stay in the elevator with me! I reached under my skirt and grabbed my already hard dick through the wet spot in the pantyhose and started stroking. I don’t think it took more than a minute before I shot my load into the pantyhose and the elevator stopped and the doors opened. There were people in the lobby and I prayed no one was waiting for the elevator. I stood there, cuffed to the railing in the back of the elevator for what seemed like an eternity waiting for the doors to close. The doors closed. I stretched as for as I could reach and couldn’t reach the panel of buttons, I couldn’t throw my purse because it was hanging over my left shoulder and my left wrist was handcuffed to the railing. I pulled against the railing as hard as I could stand and couldn’t reach. “crap! That hurt!” I tried to reach the panel with my foot but the skirt was too tight. I pulled up the zippers on both sides of the skirt to free up some leg movement and reached my foot toward the panel, pulling as hard as I could stand. I hit the panel with my sandal and the heel hit the button for the lobby and the doors opened. I stood there frozen, stretched across the elevator with my skirt around my waist and my foot on the panel. After the doors closed I worked my foot up the panel until I could hit the button for the top floor. The elevator started up, I lowered my leg and stood there waiting. When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, there wasn’t anyone there.
“Rebecca?” I called. Nothing. “crap!” The doors closed. I stood there wondering what to do next. The elevator started down, and I knew it was because someone had pressed a button somewhere. At the lobby the doors opened and there were five people standing there waiting for the elevator, one of them was Rebecca.
She walked in first, followed by the other two couples and said, “I told you not to go anywhere!” I stood there with my left wrist behind my back. Rebecca came to me and kissed me and we stood there kissing while the other two couples selected their floors and the doors closed.
“Nice costumes!” Someone commented.
“Thank you!’ Rebecca answered, “We won second place!”
The elevator started up and I watched the panel to see where we were dropping off the other passengers. The elevator stopped and the doors opened and one couple got out. The doors closed and we continued up and stopped at the next floor and the second couple got out, “Good night!” They said, as they stepped off.
“Good night!” we said.
Rebecca reached under my skirt and felt the wet spot. “Wow! Getting messy down there. Was that fun? Enough risk and adrenaline for you?” She reached over and touched the button for the top floor and we continued up. The doors opened at the top floor and Rebecca said, “Do it again!” and stepped out hitting the lobby button on the way.
As the doors closed she said, “See you in the lobby!”
I grabbed my dick and did it again, squirting another load into my pantyhose, the elevator stopped at the lobby and the doors opened, and a couple got in. I stood there with my left wrist behind my back and we went up again. “Six please.” I said. And the man pushed the sixth floor button.
After they got out I went up to the top and back down where Rebecca was waiting for me in the lobby when the doors opened. She got in and when the doors closed she checked under my skirt and gave me the key. She pushed the door open button and we got out in the lobby and walked to the parking lot.
“Was that enough risk and adrenaline for you, Sweetheart?”
“Oh yeah!”
“How many times did you get yourself off?” She asked.
“Four!” I replied.
“Wow! You’re not going to be worth a damn tonight, are you?”
“Try me!” I said.
We got to her car and I drove to my place, parked in my driveway and we went in. We went to the bedroom and played for another hour before we fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning I was still in most of my costume and had my right leg under my left leg with my left wrist handcuffed to my right ankle. Rebecca lay with her head on my stomach, her uniform gone, still wearing bra, stockings, and heels. My pantyhose were torn open at the crotch and were wet and sticky. I ached all over, my feet hurt, my back hurt, even my earlobes hurt.
One night after we had dinner and our bed wrecking session, Rebecca started talking about playing out fantasies, “Do you have any fantasies you would like to fulfill?” She asked.
“You’ve done everything to me I could imagine, and then some.” I told her.
“I have a secret fantasy we haven’t played.” Rebecca told me.
“What would you like?” I asked her.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like…” she started, “to come home and find some guy in my house, to have him attack me and tie me to the bed and fudge the hell out of me for hours, and when I think he’s done to have him come back and fudge me some more. Have him terrorize me for a whole weekend, keeping me tied up and fudgeing me over and over again. Not stopping when I beg him to stop. I want you to do that. Rape me, over and over again. Don’t stop, no matter what I say or do.”
“That’s weird!” I told Rebecca.
“You want me to sign some kind of release or something?” she asked, “Just for proof that we’re just playing?”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I asked her.
“Would you do it?” She asked. “Could you do it?”
“I’ve never considered being violent, You really want to do this?”
“It would be wild! Our wildest sex ever!”
“Why not just do it here?” I asked.
“No! It has to be at my house! A surprise. You know? No warning. Just attack me when I come in from work!”
We didn’t talk about it anymore for a few days, then she brought the subject up again, she really wanted this to happen and I had some reservations, but I agreed. I would grant her this fantasy. After all, she had preformed some wild acts with me.
Rebecca gave me a key and a slip of paper with the alarm code, and it occurred to me that I had never been to her house. She told me how to get there and where to hide my car. I was to park by the pond off a dirt road and walk up the path to her back door. Rope and duct tape would be under the kitchen sink. I was to use a black handled kitchen knife that wasn’t sharp.
I arrived at the pond and parked, and walked up the path to the house, I let myself in the back door with the supplied key and turned off the alarm. I found the duct tape and rope under the kitchen sink and located the black handled knife and tested the edge. What edge? This piece of junk wouldn’t cut butter. Rebecca wouldn’t be in any danger from this knife. I browsed around while I waited for her to get home from work and went to the bathroom medicine cabinet to look for some Advil. She had a large home and yard with no neighbors visible from the house. There were some pictures of Rebecca and a man I assumed to be her dad. Nice furniture, appliances, and some personal effects. I scouted out the rest of the house and found my Advil in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom off the master bedroom. The bed in the master bedroom was a queen sized four poster that I was to tie her to. On the tables next to the bed were the crystal roses that I had bought her on our trip to Nantucket.
I heard the car pull into the garage and the door closed, I got ready, I heard the door open and I waited for her to come upstairs. I grabbed her from behind and she almost jumped out of her skin. Rebecca was wearing a nice dress with an asymmetrical hem that she knew I loved, she struggled to break my grip on her and I let her see the knife.
“Please don’t hurt me!”
I pushed her to the bed and threw her on it hard, I pulled out the rope and tied her hands to the bedposts, she tried to fight me but I over powered her and got her tied. I kissed her hard and she really tried to resist. I slapped her and told her she would be wise to play nice. She tried to kick me and I told her I could tie her legs if she really wanted to be uncomfortable. She almost got me with one of her heels and I grabbed her ankle and exposed some thigh. I stuck my face between her legs and started kissing the inside of her right thigh. I ripped out the crotch of her pantyhose, she was twisting and struggling against the ropes binding her wrists, she started to scream and I covered her mouth with my hand. I looked her in the eye and told her, “I have some duct tape if you can’t control your screaming.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” She asked, when I removed my hand.
“Because I think you’re hot and I’ve got something hot for you!”
“Please don’t do this!” She pleaded.
I lay on top of her and kissed her hard. “Relax, this may take awhile.”
“Please don’t do this! Please don’t!” She was putting up enough of a fight to be convincing, I unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her dress and started kissing her breasts, she didn’t wear a bra and I got a mouth full of nipple. She was crying and started to gasp. I looked at her and she really looked scared, she was gasping, trying to catch her breath. I thought this was her best performance ever. She tried to say something but couldn’t speak.
“My heart!” she managed to whisper.
I had been to the medicine cabinet for Advil and I remembered seeing a prescription vial next to the Advil, I jumped off the bed and went to the medicine cabinet and grabbed the vial. I looked at the label, Nitroglycerin. “This isn’t good!” I returned to the bed and placed a tablet under her tongue, Rebecca started to catch her breath and she lay there crying. “Please don’t do this!” she whimpered.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She glared at me. “What do you think?” she cried. “Some guy tries to rape me and then asks if I’m okay, I almost had a heart attack! You butthole!”
I tried to cut the rope from her wrists but the knife I took from the kitchen wouldn’t cut and I fumbled with the knots to free her. I tried to pick her up and she cried, “Leave me alone! You moron! Leave me alone and get out of here!”
I picked her up off the bed and carried her down stairs, she had to put her arms around my neck to keep me from dropping her and I put her in a chair in the kitchen. She was still crying and I asked if she wanted some tea. I put a kettle of water on the range and turned the knob to high. Then I went to the phone and started dialing.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Calling the police!” I told her. “I think a crime has been committed here!”
“You Think!”
“Let me guess, you’ve never seen me before?”
“No!” Rebecca told me.
“Is your name Rebecca?” I asked.
“Yes!”
“You have a twin sister?”
“Yes! Rachel! Why?”
“Detective Smith Please.” I said into the phone.
I looked at Rebecca and asked, “Any reason Rachel would set you up for this?”
“What do you mean?” She asked.
I held up my hand to cut her off while I spoke into the phone. “Carol? Bill. I need you to come out here and investigate an assault, You know Watkins Pond? On the north side of the pond you’ll see my Blazer, walk up the path to the house and come in the back door.”
About twenty minutes later Carol Smith and her partner, Jim, arrived and I sat them down at the kitchen table and poured four cups of tea. Rebecca cried as I told Carol what happened. I told Carol the whole story, from when I had first met Rebecca in the hotel bar until I arrived at her house to rape her.
“What would your sister gain by doing this to you? Carol asked Rebecca.
“Everything!” Rebecca said. “When my father died he was worth several million dollars, he made me the trustee of his estate, my sister Rachel and I split the interest earned from his estate. When I die then Rachel would have control of the estate. My father trusted me to take care of things because Rachel isn’t quite stable.”
“Not quite stable?” Carol asked.
“She’s had some problems, nothing too serious, I never thought she’d do anything like this.”
“Do you think Rachel is capable of impersonating you and planning this attack?”
“I think she capable of almost anything, if she thinks she can do it.”
Carol looked at me; “You didn’t suspect something amiss?”
“Not before it was too late, I suggest we send someone to my place to get evidence that Rachel was there, DNA, fingerprints, or something.
“That’s not a bad idea.” Carol said. “I’ll have someone from the crime lab meet us there.”
Carol and Jim went to my house, surprisingly Rebecca didn’t want to be left alone and asked me to stay with her.
“You’ve got to be kidding! After what happened here you want me to stay here with you?”
“Please stay.” She asked me. “I know you’re okay, and you won’t hurt me. You were just acting. Please? I don’t want to be alone and I don’t have anyone else. Detective Smith says you work for them. That’s good enough for me.”
“You need to go to hospital or doctor or something?” I asked.
“I’m okay, let’s have some tea and talk.”
“I really sorry this happened to you, I can’t imagine what it must have been like for you.”
I poured some more tea and we moved to the living room, we drank tea and talked for a couple of hours, Rebecca moved to the sofa next to me and leaned against me where we both fell asleep. The telephone woke us and we stared at it while it rang a couple of times. The answering machine picked up and we heard Carol say, “Bill? Rebecca? You still there?” I grabbed the phone and answered. “Carol, Bill. We’re still here.”
“We went through your house and it’s been wiped clean of fingerprints, we found some hair and other evidence that a woman’s been here, clothing, stuff like that, I’ll get a warrant for Rachel in the morning and we’ll bring her in. It will take some time for the lab to analyze everything we found.”
I told Rebecca what Carol had found at my place. “Looks like they can prove she was with me. I hope you can forgive me for everything I did tonight.”
“There’s nothing to forgive, you’re as much a victim as I am.” Rebecca said.
The next morning Carol picked up Rachel and brought her to the station for questioning. Rachel denied everything, but soon they had the evidence they needed to prove she had been at my house. Carol searched Rachel’s home and found the pair of crystal roses I bought in Nantucket and a dress that exactly matched the one Rebecca was wearing the night I went to her house. Rachel’s fingerprints were on the roll of duct tape I had taken from under Rebecca’s kitchen sink. She even found the hardware store where Rachel purchased the duct tape and rope. Carol managed to build a strong case against Rachel, and Rachel still denied everything.
Carol called me and said, “It looks like Rachel set up Rebecca for a sexual assault. Maybe with the intent to have her die of a heart attack.”
“Are you charging her?” I asked.
“At this point we’re not sure what, if anything, we’re going to charge her with.” Carol told me. “I’m giving the information to the State’s Attorney. Rachel conspired to commit sexual assault at best, it’s a gray area. Think about it. What laws has she broken? She got you to do it. I’m going to let the State’s Attorney deal with it.”
Rebecca and I became friends and spent some time together, nothing too serious, just dinner and small talk, mostly at the hotel bar under the watchful eye of Lorain. We didn’t talk about Rachel.
One sunny Saturday afternoon I took Rebecca for a ride in the Jetranger, we went out the back door around the pool and I helped her into the left seat, buckled her into the four point harness, and walked around and strapped myself in the right seat. Circuit breakers in, Master switch on, starter generator switch start, start button, crank engine, gas generator to 18%, roll in fuel. Poof, the turbine came to life and I rolled in throttle to 58%, switched the start switch to generator, powered up the avionics, put my headset on and handed a headset to Rebecca and positioned the microphone next to her mouth. “You comfortable?” I asked, keying the intercom with the button on my cyclic.
“I’ve never been in a helicopter before!” Rebecca said, keying the intercom with her size 6 four-inch black pump resting on the floor-mounted push to talk switch.
I took Rebecca for a ride out over the islands, up to the Canadian border and back. We landed near the ferry landing and had lunch at the snack bar. When she went to the bathroom I called Carol and we spoke for a few minutes. After lunch we took off flying down the interstate for about twenty minutes when I was called on the radio.
“Williston, one fifty.”
I keyed the UHF radio, “One fifty on.”
“Unit Seventy needs you at Headquarters.”
“One fifty, received. I’ll twenty-fife with her at HQ. In twenty minutes.”
Rebecca asked, “What’s going on?”
“Detective Smith needs me at Headquarters.”
I landed at State Police Headquarters and Carol and her partner Jim were waiting at the helipad. They climbed into the back seat and put on their headsets. Carol keyed the intercom, “A hiker found a body on Ascutney, we need you to fly us up there.”
“I’ll try! But if I can’t land, I’ll have to go back and get the four oh seven.” I pulled pitch and nosed toward Mount Ascutney, following the interstate south. After about ten minutes I let go of the collective and cyclic and grabbed at my chest, slumping against my harness.
Carol yelled into the intercom, “Bill! Are you alright?”
Rebecca turned to look at me and instinctively grabbed the cyclic and collective, bringing the Jetranger back to level flight, she lowered the collective and pulled the cyclic back to slow for an approach at the interstate. She keyed the radio with the button on her cyclic, “Mayday! Mayday! Five zero zero Charlie Hotel making an emergency landing on the interstate about five miles south from exit four! Mayday! Mayday! Five hundred Charlie Hotel making an emergency landing on the interstate five miles south of exit four!” She flared, leveled and set down on the median, Carol jumped out the right rear door and ran around the nose and pulled open the left front door. I leaned my weight on the collective to make sure we stayed on the ground.
“Out!” Carol yelled at Rebecca.
“Check on Bill!” Rebecca said to Carol.
“Bill’s okay! Get out!”
Rebecca turned to look at me and I was sitting upright with my hands on the controls, I keyed the intercom, “A lover of mine taught me a valuable lesson, never fall for a fake heart attack!” Then it hit her, and she knew she’d been had.
“What happens now?” Rebecca asked Carol.
“You don’t ride in the front seat anymore!” Carol said with her handcuffs in her hand.
I radioed HQ. And told them everything was okay and we flew back to Headquarters.
That evening Carol joined Lorain and I at the bar. Lorain picked up the phone and dialed a room extension and said, “It’s okay, come down to the bar.” And hung up. A few minutes later Rachel joined us in the bar.
Lorain poured four glasses of Pepsi. We each picked up a glass and touched them together, and drank.
“You people really do believe me, don’t you?” Rachel asked.
“Your cell phone records proved you didn’t go to Nantucket. Rebecca told Bill she’d never been in a helicopter before, while stepping on the push to talk switch to activate the intercom. Bill called me and we set her up to take the controls knowing she could fly the helicopter if she had to.”
I took Rachel’s hand in mine, “Hi! I’m Bill, I see you’ve met my sisters, Lorain and Carol. Welcome to our hotel.”