Chapter One – Invitation

She was still half-asleep when she heard the sound of chains clanking. She rolled over on her side and put both hands between her legs. She pressed hard against her pubic bone. Her hands were together as if in prayer except that her fingers pointed down. The edges of her hands rubbed slowly between her legs.

She was a little girl in her dream sliding up and down against a hickory post in her uncle’s dark basement. She could only vaguely remember her parents. They never appeared in her dreams. It seemed to her she had always lived in the rectory with her uncle who was the village priest. Like in the other dreams, she was aware of his shadowy figure behind the cellar stairs, watching her. He was always there, watching. She began to whimper in her sleep. Her hands moved more quickly, and her pelvis ground against them in a circular motion. Before she had a chance to climax, there was an explosive roaring in the street. She woke up, trembling.

Outside, John Wallowitz stood next to his rumbling grader and pissed on the steel treads. His stream ran down a crack between two treads and dribbled onto his shoe. He pulled twice at his long, flaccid cock before stuffing it back in his jeans. When he was a kid, one of the bigger boys told him that if he pulled on his cock every time he peed, it would get longer and all the girls would go crazy for him. His cock was long, no doubt about that. But women, unless they were whores or ugly, never gave him the opportunity to display the results of his old habit.

Across the street Kathy Ryan stood at her bedroom window. She couldn’t actually see the man’s cock, but she knew what he was doing. Her nightgown was bunched up around her waist. Her small fingers stroked her clit. As she came, she stood on her tiptoes and pushed her open cunt against the window. But the man’s back was to her. She sat down on the bed, shaking. She remembered her uncle’s cold blue eyes and her fumbling attempts to pull up her panties, and his voice always the same admonishing, “Shame, Katherine, shame...God will punish, God will punish.”

It was something like a game between them, a contest that had never been resolved. She knew he would watch her. She was obvious about going to the basement. She waited until she felt his presence there on t