Longarm 244: Longarm and the Devil's Sister Read Online Free PDF Page A

whenever she had the chance. So Longarm suspected she’d put some thought into the love nest she’d thrown together in a side room of what she said was a vacant office a disbanded government agency had moved their stuff out of. Miss Bubbles had moved a padded leather sofa, a lamp table, and a swamping pier glass in to reflect on anything she might want to try with anyone aboard that sofa and her globular charms. So Longarm sat beside her on the smooth black leather and watched himself take off his own duds. It hardly seemed fair. But, unlike a frisky gal, a man had to haul his boots off before he could get out of his pants.
    So the literally bubbly blonde was squirming her bare ass on smooth leather like a cat in heat by the time Longarm had his sixgun on the lamp table and himself on one knee to suit her pleasure. She rolled on her elbows and knees to thrust her double-bubble derriere up at him for a down-home dog-style entrance.
    Longarm was just as glad. It wouldn’t have been fair to call a gal who did it for free a whore. But when a gal made herself as available as Miss Bubbles it felt sort of silly to kiss her sincere.
    As he entered her lush wet warmth from behind and she arched her spine for more, he reflected on how she might feel much the same about romantic mush. But however she might feel about what he was doing to her, she sure gave one hell of a ride.
    â€œWhat are you grinning about?” she suddenly demanded, as Longarm realized she was watching them going at it dog-style. So he confided, “I ain’t grinning at your pretty ass, Miss Bubbles. I was just reminded of this dumb joke I heard.”
    Before she bit down on his thrusting manhood she said, “We do look sort of silly in the mirror, considering how sweet it feels. What was the joke?”
    He said, “I ain’t sure how it applies to us. I don’t see why it just came back to me. But it seems this old Papist priest was riding in a railroad club car with this rabbi of the Hebrew persuasion, the both of ’em sipping cider as fellow travelers will until they finally got around to confessing sins they’d have never told anybody they knew about.”
    Miss Bubbles moaned, “Ooh, faster! Harder! I promise not to tell if you make me come this beastly way! What had those other dirty old men have to confess in that joke? I don’t find it funny, so far.”
    Longarm got a good grip on either hip bone to satisfy her flesh as he tried to satisfy her curiosity with, “This old rabbi swore the old priest to secrecy and confessed he’d ate a ham sandwich one time, just to see what all the fuss was about. So the priest said eating ham was just a kid sin next to what he’d done, just one time. The rabbi had to order another round to get it out of him, but he finally got the priest to admit he’d done this to a woman once.”
    Miss Bubbles moaned, “I’m so happy for him. But what’s the point of the silly joke? Isn’t a joke supposed to be funny?”
    Longarm said, “I hadn’t finished. The joke ends with the rabbi sadly deciding that if a man aims to sin his way to hell, a woman has a ham sandwich beat by a mile. So Powder River and let her buck!”
    So the two of them came and somehow wound up on the floor face-to-face and still coming as they swapped spit and swore they’d never part again no matter what.
    Then Miss Bubbles sprang up to reach for the duds she’d hung on a wall hook, patting her hair bun back in shape with the other hand while Longarm stared up from the floor on one elbow, sort of bemused.
    She asked, “Do you really need all those land-grant ratifications, darling?”
    He said, “West Texas grants for sure. There was nothing in the other records to indicate other family holdings in other parts. Young Devil Dave seems to run home to that same Lopez Grant every time he gets in real trouble anywhere else.”
    She said she’d