"Patsy!": The Life and Times of Lee Harvey Oswald Read Online Free PDF

that your little drama is but partially played out.”
    â€œYou know me too well,” Lorita laughed. This was not one of her agreeable child-woman giggles. Lorita’s tone struck Castro as provocative. “Yet you allowed me to join you here. Why—”
    â€œI could not send you away.” He ran his hands over her tight frame, enjoying each contour, every curve to her hard boned structure and the soft white flesh covering it. “You knew I would not be able to so.”
    â€œYes,” Lorita coldly answered. “I did know that.”
    â€œYet it was important to you that I say so?”
    â€œOf course. You men experience the world primarily through your eyes. Women? Our ears. Things must be articulated for us. We need to hear such words spoken, even if we already know.”
    â€œI don’t—”
    â€œUnderstand? Of course not. But how could you? No man ever understands how a woman thinks. Or feels.”
    She rose up in bed and, with a sudden and swift movement, swiveled about like some sleek jungle cat moving on all four paws, then perched herself above him, staring down arrogantly. Castro, his thick body weighing him on the bed like an anchor, gazed up at the elegant creature. Seemingly so vulnerable, all the same the true conqueror, at least for the moment, of a man who had conquered this sector of the globe.
    Lorita considered Castro with eyes no longer sweet, as they had appeared minutes ago; now, suddenly hard, cruel, rapturous in the power she wielded over him. The Beard! Feared by many, adored by just as many others. Yet a slight female, little more than a hundred pounds in weight, reigned over one of the world’s most important and powerful men.
    Always, from the beginning of time, it had been this way.
    Though Castro might have crushed her with his large hands, he could never do such a thing. His fate rested in her small hands and, he knew, equally small mind.
    Men are such fools . Thank God for that! Or what would we women do? Even now I can feel his naive male anticipation. He waits to learn whether he will live or die. Well, you wait. Don't worry; it won't be long before Fidel learns his destiny.
    â€œSo,“ he sighed as she leaned down, certain in her movement to lightly brush her warm, light-brown hair across his face, “you would kill me after what we’ve just experienced?”
    â€œWell, Fidel, I certainly wouldn’t have killed you before.” With that, Lorita lowered herself further, kissing him.
    A split second before she pulled her mouth up and away, Lorita bit Castro’s lower lip. When he yelped like a puppy dog surprised by a sudden whelp, her lithe body experienced orgasm.
    â€œThat hurt,” Castro whined.
    â€œIt was supposed to,” she answered before, while tossing him a tantalizing glance, she slipped off. Standing upright now, Lorita seized her black-bikini-bottom and drew it up and over her legs with a finesse suggesting worldliness far beyond her years. It occurred to Castro that Lorita purposefully only half-dressed when she did not also restore her bra to the rich rack of flesh the shimmering velvet device earlier held firmly in place. This allowed Lorita’s sweet breasts to swing provocatively as she moved. Castro watched spellbound, amazed at the infinite ways in which such a women could, with the simplest gesture, reduce a man, even a great man, to rubble.
    â€œI’ll be back,” she cooed. Lorita reached for her purse and tip-toed toward the adjoining bathroom, where she had so often cleaned herself after the fact, to coin a phrase.
    â€œTo ... finish the job?”
    "Oh, Fidel,” she sighed, “stop, already. It was fun playing out our little scenario. That’s over now. Both of us know that was nothing more than one more movie-game of choice.”
    â€œWas it?” he called after as Lorita closed the door. “Then why return to me? You still haven‘t