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it to me, Jimmy boy!”
    With his round belly slapping against Arlene’s flat, stretch-mark-scarred stomach, Mayor James Ware thrust into the luscious woman lying beneath him. God, how he loved to fuck Arlene. She was all woman, and made him feel like a real man.
    â€œYou’ve got the sweetest pussy in the state and you know it.”
    Arlene lifted herself up, wrapping her long, slim legs around James’s waist. With one final plunge, he spilled himself into her. She scored his buttocks with her nails. He groaned as he shook in the aftermath, then smiled when he felt her trembling and heard her cry out as she climaxed.
    When he lowered himself to her side on the small cot in the back of her beauty parlor, half his butt hung off the edge. Scooting closer, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her shoulder. “I can’t get enough of you, sugar,” James whispered in her ear, then nipped the lobe.
    Arlene shivered. “You’re going to have to get your clothes on and get out of here, Jimmy boy. I have customers coming in right after my lunch break.”
    â€œI can slip out the back way, into the alley.” James licked the moisture from Arlene’s left breast.
    â€œOne of these days, somebody’s going to see you sneaking out of here and tell Miss Edith.” Arlene traced the curve of James’s spine with the tip of her sharp fingernail.
    â€œNobody’s going to see me. Besides, I could think up some excuse to tell Edith. Right now, she’s so wrapped up in Kent’s murder that she hasn’t got time to be bothered with anything else.”
    â€œIf I was Lane, I’d be throwing myself a party to celebrate that bastard’s death. If she did kill him, I can’t say I blame her.”
    â€œWhat did Kent ever do to you?” James jerked Arlene up against him so hard she gasped.
    â€œNot a damned thing. I never had anything to do with Kent Graham, but everybody in town knows why Lane left him.”
    â€œDidn’t your mama ever teach you that it wasn’t polite to speak ill of the dead?” James grinned.
    â€œAll my mama ever taught me was that the way to a man’s heart wasn’t through his stomach.” Slipping her hand between their damp bodies, Arlene fondled James’s limp penis.
    â€œI never knew a gal who enjoyed sex as much as you do, except maybe Sharon Hickman.”
    â€œYeah, I suppose Sharon spread her legs for just about all you Magnolia Avenue boys, didn’t she?”
    James chuckled, remembering the stunned look on Edith’s face when Kent told the family about the letter Sharon Hickman had sent him. A letter written on her deathbed.
    â€œWhat are you thinking about, Jimmy boy, screwing Sharon?”
    â€œNo, ma’am, I was thinking about the next time you and I can get together,” James lied.
    He wasn’t fool enough to tell her that he had been thinking about Sharon, nor did he dare mention what weighed most heavily on his mind—the call he had received from the district attorney this morning. Wes Stevens had said that someone claiming to be Johnny Mack Cahill had phoned him and asked a lot of questions about Kent Graham’s death and what the odds were that Lane would be arrested for the crime. He had asked about Will, too. And this man had implied he was returning to Noble’s Crossing.
    But how was that possible? Johnny Mack Cahill was dead, wasn’t he? He’d died the night Buddy Lawler had dumped his body into the Chickasaw River.
    â€œWhy don’t you figure out a way for us to go off on another weekend trip the way we did in March,” Arlene said. “I like it when we don’t have to sneak around.”
    â€œI’ll see what I can do, sugar.” James stood, picked up his boxer shorts from the floor and slipped into them.
    While he finished dressing, he glanced over at Arlene, and his sex grew hard again. Damn, what he would give to have her in