FOUR
Next morning I made it out to the garage, although in the light of day
the whole thing seemed more preposterous than ever. So some rich broad who was
horny and a little weird had picked me up--but why should she want to have any
more to do with me, let alone do me favors? By the time I got there I was
convinced that nobody from the Harris household was going to show up.
But I was wrong. There was a big black limousine parked across the
street from the garage--no taxis for Mrs. Harris today. As I approached, Jessica
got out on the driver's side and walked around to open the door for her
employer.
Jessica was not wearing her maid's uniform this morning, which was just
as well--she would have gotten arrested. She wore a plain, dark blue dress,
which did its insufficient best to de-emphasize her amazing body. Mrs. Harris
was wearing a pale yellow silk blouse and a brown skirt, and had a light tweedy
kind of jacket draped over her shoulders.
She smiled as they crossed the street toward me. "Good morning, Mr.
Wulf."
"Good morning, Mrs. Harris."
"So polite," she said in that semi-mocking tone. "I think you may call
me Emma by this time. Mayn't he, Jessica?"
"Yes," Jessica said. "But you will call him Mr. Wulf."
"Of course," Emma said. "And now let us go and remonstrate with this
unpleasant boss of yours."
I was feeling very mixed emotions about the whole business, but I tried
to look calm and cool as I ushered them into the building, and then through the
garage to Osindorf's little walled-off office in the back. They got plenty of
attention and a few whistles, from the drivers and mechanics hanging around, but
neither of them paid any notice. When we reached the office door, I knocked.
"Yeah?"
I opened the door. Old Eddie saw me, and I thought he was going to
swallow his gum.
"You back here again?" he yelled. "I told you--" He broke off as Emma
walked through the door, followed by Jessica.
I closed the door behind us. "Uh--Mr. Osindorf, this is Mrs. Harris. And
this is Jessica, her--uh--maid. You remember...I told you about them yesterday?"
"How do you do, Mr. Osindorf?" Emma said. Jessica said nothing. She went
over to the one empty chair in the office and sat down, crossing her legs. The
dress was modest even then, revealing her legs only from about the knee down,
but just that was quite a sight in itself.
Osindorf gaped at the women stupidly. Then he said, "What the hell kind
of gag is this?"
Emma smiled at him. "We are here to try to make amends, Mr. Osindorf.
Mr. Wulf has told us that he lost his job because he spent some time at my
apartment yesterday. I believe he told you about that in some detail. I feel bad
about causing him to be fired. It's understandable, of course, that you should
resent the loss of revenue; but I was hoping that I could...somehow...make it up
to you, and persuade you to re-hire him. Do you think I might, Mr. Osindorf?"
Osindorf stared at her. He looked at Jessica. He looked at me. Then he
slumped back in his chair, shaking his head. "I don't believe this," he said
hollowly. "I do not fuckin' believe this!"
"Mr. Wulf," Emma said. "Would you be so kind as to take my jacket,
please?"
I was a little puzzled, but I stepped forward and removed the jacket
from her shoulders. Then I saw why she had worn it draped around her that way.
Her wrists were fastened behind her back with a pair of silver
handcuffs.
She walked up to Osindorf, whose mouth was open, and stood directly in
front of his chair.
"Would you like to unbutton my blouse, Mr. Osindorf?" she said. "As you
see, I am unable to do it myself."
Osindorf just stared, as if he'd been struck dumb.
"Please," Emma said. "Jessica will be most unhappy with me if I fail in
my mission. And so will my husband--not to mention Mr. Wulf, of course.
Besides...I would love to show you my breasts, Mr. Osindorf. I'm sure you'd
enjoy seeing them. They're not as large as Jessica's, but they're very pretty.
Don't you think so, Mr. Wulf?"
"Yes," I said truthfully.
"And I'm not wearing a brassiere," Emma went on. "You can confirm that
by touching them, if you'd like."
I could confirm it just be the sight of her hard, thrusting nipples
poking against the silk blouse. I saw Osindorf swallow, and then he sort of
nodded. He lifted a hand and put it over one of her breasts.
"You see?" Emma said. "Does it feel good?"
"Yeah," Eddie breathed.
"Please open my blouse now."
He reached for her buttons with both hands. He fumbled awkwardly with
them, his big fingers clumsy on the tiny fastenings. But one by one he got them
open, and then spread the blouse apart and pushed it back off her shoulders. It
slid down her arms and hung from her tethered wrists.
"Do you like them?" Emma said.
Osindorf growled. He seemed to have come to life a little after his
initial shock had worn off. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her between
his legs, raising his head to put his mouth over her right breast. He drew it in
deep, sucking on it with animal-like grunts.
Emma's head fell back, her eyes closed as he sucked and bit greedily at
her breast. Her breathing became audible. Osindorf switched to the left breast,
mauling it even harder. She moaned, swaying slightly on her feet.
Without taking his mouth away, Osindorf pulled her skirt up around her
thighs and groped beneath it with both hands. I got glimpses that showed me she
wasn't wearing panties either. As his hands moved higher, Emma spread her feet.
Her eyes opened again, wide, and she gasped sharply.
"Ohh! Ohhh! Oh yes...oh..."
"Stop that!"
It was Jessica. Her clear, crisp voice cut through the room. Emma's
moans ceased abruptly, and Osindorf drew his head away from her breast, looking
over in startled surprise at the seated blonde.
"You are not here to enjoy yourself, Madam," Jessica said sternly.
"I...I'm sorry," Emma whispered.
"Get down on your knees," Jessica said.
Emma took a short step back, out of Osindorf's grip. Then she knelt down
in front of him, a little awkwardly because of her tethered hands. The brown
skirt was not quite long enough to protect her knees from the dirty floor.
"Now," Jessica said, "ask Mr. Osindorf if he would like you to pleasure
him with your slutty mouth."
Emma looked up at Eddie. He was breathing hard, and his face was red. I
hoped he wasn't going to have a heart attack or something.
"May I use my mouth on you, Mr. Osindorf?" Emma asked humbly.
He swallowed again. "Yeah," he got out.
She nodded toward his fly, which was bulging noticeably. "It looks
wonderful. If you would take it out for me, please?"
"Do it yourself," Jessica snapped from her chair. "Use your teeth."
"Of course," Emma said. She bent forward, bringing her head to the front
of his trousers. After a bit of maneuvering, she managed to get the tab of his
zipper between her teeth; and then, with some difficulty, she tugged it down
until his fly gaped open. She was panting a bit by the time she had accomplished
this, but she immediately went on with her task, using her tongue to fish inside
his trousers and work his cock out. Finally it was sticking up through the
opening, hard and quivering. It was not particularly long, but it was very thick
and mottled-looking.
Emma began to lick it. She used her busy tongue all over it, from base
to tip, and she kissed and nibbled and nuzzled at it until Osindorf was
squirming ponderously in his chair and breathing like a bellows. At last she
opened her mouth as if about to take him inside--but then she paused and looked
up at him.
"Mr. Osindorf," she said sweetly, "you will give dear Mr. Wulf his job
back, won't you?"
"Yeah," Eddie panted. "Yeah." He glanced at me. "You're hired, kid."
"I'm so glad," Emma said, and closed her mouth over his prick.
Having had the pleasure of that mouth myself, I had an idea of what he
was feeling as she did her slow, sensuous sucking number on him. His head fell
back and his eyes glazed over, and little hoarse groans began to issue from his
open mouth. Emma's head bobbed steadily and unhurriedly, her mouth stretched
around the thickness of his prong, her lips sliding easily up and down the
length of it, her tongue emerging occasionally to stroke the throbbing flesh.
Watching her kneeling there, half-naked, her hands fastened behind her,
sucking on Osindorf's dick, I was aware that my own cock had become stiff and
was pushing hard at the front of my pants. I began to wonder whether Eddie was
to be the only one to get the benefit of the Harris generosity this morning.
Finally, just as I thought Eddie was about to blow his stack, Jessica
spoke up again. "That's enough," she said firmly.
Emma stopped sucking and raised her head. Osindorf groaned as if he was
in pain.
"Get up," Jessica ordered. "Lean over the desk and let him fuck you."
Emma had some trouble getting up without the use of her hands, and I
helped her. Jessica glared at me, but I didn't care. She was a bit unsteady on
her feet at first, but she stood in front of Osindorf and smiled at him while
she used her fettered hands to remove her skirt, sliding it around until she
could get at the button that held it at the waist, then fumbling it open. The
skirt dropped around her feet, and she was naked except for her shoes. Osindorf
made a rattling sound in his throat.
She turned around then, and stepped up to the front of his ancient
wooden desk. She leaned over it, bending at the waist and spreading her legs
wide for balance. The front edge of the desk was just below her hips. She bent
all the way over, until the top part of her rested on the littered desk, her
breasts flattened against its surface. Her ass jutted out and up. Her manacled
hands rested on the small of her back. She made an incredibly sexy picture.
"I'm ready, Mr. Osindorf," she said. "You may use whichever entrance you
prefer."
Osindorf was now making a weird noise in his throat every time he took a
breath. I was really getting a little worried about him. But he managed to lift
himself out of his chair and stand up. Licking his lips feverishly, he staggered
toward the woman bent over his desk, his rigid cock jerking and oozing drops of
moisture from the tip. I hoped he would prefer to use her cunt, because I
thought she would have trouble taking that thick pole up her ass.
But not old Eddie. He bellied right up and grabbed her jutting buttocks
with both hands, pulling them apart roughly and exposing her little puckered
anus. It stretched a bit as he held her ass cheeks open, but it still seemed
terribly small. Eddie made a noise like a sick elephant and moved closer,
bringing the tip of his prick against that hole. Then he pushed.
I saw Emma Harris' head rise from the desk, her face contorted in a
grimace of pain. Her body tensed, and her trapped hands twisted and clawed at
the air. An anguished moan came from her open mouth.
"Stop it," I said before I could check myself. "You're hurting her."
I don't think Osindorf even heard me, but Jessica gave me a look of
contempt. "Don't be ridiculous," she snapped. "She loves it. She eats it up. You
should know that by now."
And turning to look at Emma again, I had to concede that Jessica was
right. There was more than anguish in her voice, more than pain on her face.
There was pleasure, the same kind of masochistic pleasure she had displayed
under Jessica's treatment--and mine--the day before.
I kept quiet.
Osindorf was grunting and straining as he struggled to penetrate Emma's
asshole, and I was surprised to see that he had begun to succeed. The head of
his cock was most of the way inside her. As I watched, he suddenly sank in
another inch or so, and Emma cried out as her sphincter was breached. It roused
Osindorf to greater effort; he rocked his body back and forth, each forward
lunge crushing Emma's hips against the edge of the desk and pushing his fat
prong a little futher into her ass. Emma was gasping and groaning, her upper
body twisting on the desk, her hands clutching frantically at nothing.
Eddie's face was beet-red, and he was perspiring heavily. He snorted and
wheezed as he continued to batter away at her. And then, suddenly, he was there;
the last inch of his cock disappeared from sight, and he gave a cry of triumph.
Emma shrieked with pain and joy.
I was nervous about the noise being heard outside the office, and I
edged over to the door to guard against anyone coming in to investigate. Then I
saw that there was a little gizmo in the knob that you could turn to lock it,
and I did, cursing myself for not having done it before.
Osindorf was now leaning over Emma's back, panting harshly and
exhaustedly. His weight ground her hips even harder into the edge of the desk,
crushed her hands beneath him, and mashed her breasts cruelly against the desk
top. And she was reveling in it, as well as in the sensation of his thick
battering ram stretching her anal passage out of shape.
"Oh lovely..." she was moaning, gasping for breath between moans.
"Lovely, Mr. Osindorf...lovely...." She twisted her ass, groaned with the pain
the movement caused her, and twisted some more.
Osindorf shut his eyes and threw back his head. He was going to come.
His hips jerked back and then forward in quick rabbit-like motions, barely
enough to dislodge his cock from its total immersion in Emma's asshole, but
enough for his purposes. After three or four such movements, he gave a savage
roar, rolling uncontrollably on top of her and trying to shove his cock even
further up her tortured ass as he shot his load deep inside her.
I was still afraid he might have a stroke or something; he collapsed
over Emma's body, sucking in air with that terrible wheezing sound. He was
sweating like a pig--his shirt was soaked through with it. But after a minute he
pried himself up off the desk, pulled his shrunken dick out of her ass, and
tottered backwards until he fell heavily into his chair.
Emma was panting and making whimpering noises. I didn't think she had
come. She made an effort to stand up, but her legs wouldn't support her, and she
slid down the front of the desk to the floor.
Now Jessica spoke up again. "All right," she said in that clipped, chill
voice. "As long as you're down there, you can clean Mr. Osindorf off. With your
mouth."
"Hold it," I said. I was getting pretty tired of Jessica and her orders,
even though I knew Emma liked being ordered. But her goddam superior airs
irritated me, and, as on the day before, I wanted to see her taken down a peg.
And remembering the day before, I thought I could do it. Besides, my cock was
stiff as a board, and I thought maybe I could get in on the action. So I said to
Jessica, "Maybe he'd like YOU to clean him off."
She gave me a how-dare-you look, her eyes blazing. "Please, Mr. Wulf,"
she said coldly. "This is Mrs. Harris' assignment. I am here to see that she
does it properly. And since it's for your benefit, I suggest you let her get on
with it."
Well, I figured I'd better use the same kind of tactics I had used
before if I wanted to get the same results. I walked over to stand in front of
her, looking stern. I thought of picking her up and shaking the hell out of her
again, or slapping her face. But I wasn't really mad enough. What I was, was
horny. So I opened my fly and pulled out my prick, which stood high in the air,
throbbing with eagerness.
"Suck on that, bitch," I said.
"Really!" Jessica snapped. "How juvenile!"
Then I got mad.
Before she knew what was happening, I reached out, grabbed the back of
her chair and pulled it out from under her, tossing it halfway across the room.
With a startled cry, she fell to the floor, landing hard on her rump. I reached
down and took hold of her long blonde hair, twisting it in my hand, pulling her
head back sharply. She squalled with the pain, and her hands came up to try to
pry mine loose. I twisted harder, forcing her head to roll back and forth, then
held her steady, but pulled even more strongly on her hair. I stared down into
her contorted face. If this didn't work, I would have to give up--I wasn't about
to beat her or anything.
But then I saw what I was looking for. Her eyes changed, became softer.
Her face seemed to melt. She lowered her arms. Her lips quivered slightly as she
gazed up at me with the strange expression I recalled from the day before. Then
she dropped her eyes.
"All right," she said softly.
Still holding her hair, I stepped closer to her, thrusting my dick at
her. Then I rolled my hips from side to side so that it rubbed back and forth
over her face. "All right, what?" I said.
"I'll do it," Jessica breathed. "I'll suck your cock."
"Ask me nicely," I said.
"Please," she whispered. "Please, sir, let me suck your cock." She
sounded really eager now. "Please," she said again.
I let go of her hair now, and put my hands on my hips. "Do it," I said.
She did it.
It was as good as the first time, if not better; her hungry mouth and
lips and tongue set my head spinning, and I couldn't take it for very long--I
didn't want to come yet.
I pulled away from her. "Get up."
She got up.
"I don't like that dress," I said. "Take it off."
There was a zipper running part way down the back of the dress. Jessica
had to twist her body awkwardly in order to reach it and pull it down, but I
didn't help her. She lifted the lower part of the garment up around her hips,
then crossed her hands and pulled the thing off over her head.
She wasn't wearing underwear either.
Even though I thought I remembered it well, I was again stunned by the
sight of her astonishing body, the large, solid breasts and the spectacular
legs. I just stared at her for a moment, and then I heard Osindorf's hoarse
voice.
"Jesus!" he gasped.
I had almost forgotten him. He was staring at Jessica too, his eyes
popping. I grinned at him.
"She's something, isn't she?" I said. "You want her?"
Eddie's tongue ran over his dry lips as he kept his eyes glued to the
naked blonde. But then he shook his head regretfully. "Hell, I couldn't get it
up again, kid," he sighed. "Not this soon. Not even for that."
"You never know," I said. "Okay, Jessica, go clean him off, like you
were going to make Mrs. Harris do."
Jessica looked at me, hesitating. Then she said, "Yes, sir," and walked
over to Osindorf's chair. Just watching that body in motion kept my prick
achingly erect. She knelt down in front of him and took his limp, soiled, slimy
cock between her fingers. Then she lowered her head and put it in her mouth.
"Oh, sweet fuckin' Jesus!" Eddie groaned.
She did her job well, using her tongue like a wet mop and her mouth like
a vacuum cleaner, sucking and licking his exhausted tool until it was cleaner
than it had been originally, and shiny with her saliva. Eddie groaned and
wheezed a great deal, but although his dick was no longer exactly limp, she was
unable to work him into more than a kind of droopy semi-erection. Still, I kept
her at it for a while longer before I told her to stop.
"Okay, Jessica. I'm going to fuck you now. Lie down."
"On the floor?" she asked.
"That's right."
She made a face. "But it's filthy!"
"Good," I said. I was really enjoying this. "Lie down on it. Flat on
your back."
"Yes, sir," she said again. She lay down on her back, with her hands
under her head and her legs drawn up.
"Flat, I said. Stretch out."
The luscious legs came down and stretched themselves along the floor,
and her arms reached up over her head, pulling her buoyant breasts up to thrust
even more boldly into the air. The nipples were hard and stiff.
"That's good," I said. "Now roll over."
"You bastard," Jessica whispered. But her eyes told me different. She
rolled herself over onto her front.
I started to take off my clothes. There was dirt on Jessica's back, but
I didn't give a damn about that. Even from the rear, her body was a wonder. Her
position crushed her breasts beneath her, as much as those firm round melons
could be crushed, and they bulged out at the sides of her chest. Her magnificent
legs seemed to stretch halfway across the room, and the sweetly curving twin
cheeks of her ass stuck up invitingly. It was an invitation I meant to accept.
Naked, I lowered myself down to her, spreading her legs apart to crouch
between them. "All right, lady," I told her. "I want to find out if your asshole
is as flexible as your boss'."
Actually, my dick was not as thick as Osindorf's, though it was longer,
and I didn't expect to have much trouble plugging Jessica's ass. I moistened my
finger with saliva and then slid it into her anus to lubricate it a little. I
could hear Jessica breathing hard as I wiggled it around inside her. My cock
burned to take its place, so I got down to business.
There was a little difficulty at first, until Jessica could get her
sphincter muscle to relax, but then she opened up and accepted my beautifully.
Not that she wasn't tight--she was tighter than a boa constrictor, and I could
feel the walls of her anal passage clutching every centimeter of my invading
cock. But she helped, straining to make my passage easier, humping her ass up at
me. Whimpering noises came from her as I pressed inexorably on, and she writhed
against the floor.
When I couldn't go any further because every inch of me was buried in
her snug rear entrance, I paused, panting slightly. I could feel the reflexive
spasming of her muscles around my cock. She was moaning softly. Her hands were
clenched into fists, and her legs made little jerking movements.
"Ohh..." she gasped. "Fuck me...fuck me hard..."
I began to fuck her, but not hard. I wanted to make it last, though my
prick felt ready to burst at any second. I tried to move deliberately as I
pumped in and out of her clutching hole. Her moans got louder, and she thrust
back at me as well as she could in her prone position.
Once again I had been so distracted that I had just about forgotten
there was anyone else in the room. But as I plugged away at Jessica, I gradually
became aware of a new sound, a moaning which was not coming from either of us.
Looking up, I saw that the sound was coming from Emma, who was still sitting on
the floor near the desk. Her legs were pressed tightly together, and whe was
rubbing them against each other, squirming in frustration as she watched us with
rapt attention.
When she saw me looking at her, she smiled at me, her eyes half glazed.
"I hope you can...save something for me, Mr. Wulf," she murmured breathlessly,
and I remembered that she had not come before. "If my hands were free...I could
at least masturbate... but as it is..."
I stopped moving, with my prick deep in Jessica's ass. She made a
mewling sound. I had an idea.
"Jessica made you eat her out yesterday," I said to Emma. "Has she ever
done that to you?"
Emma's eyes widened. She shook her head silently.
"She's going to now," I said. "Get over here."
Jessica raised her head. "No!" she protested hoarsely. "I won't!"
I grabbed her hair, as I had before, pulling hard. "Sure you will,
Jessica."
But she was stubborn now. "I don't serve her that way," she gritted
through clenched teeth. "She serves me!"
I prodded he with my cock. "I can stop," I said. "And fuck her instead.
Is that what you want?"
There was a pause.
"No," Jessica muttered finally.
"Come on, Emma."
She scooted awkwardly across the floor, propelling herself with her
legs. Her breasts bounced nicely. I told her what to do. She slid into position
near Jessica's head, facing us, with a leg on either side of our bodies. Then
she lay back, drawing her knees up and spreading them wide. She scrunched
herself forward until her open crotch gaped just under Jessica's face. I shoved
the blonde head down into it.
"Now eat it," I ordered. "Eat it good."
Jessica's head began to make small movements. In a moment, Emma gasped
loudly, and then started to utter shrill, wordless cries of joy. Her slim,
provocative body, already forming a lovely arch because of her hands being
pinioned beneath her, rose further off the floor as she pressed her eager cunt
upwards against Jessica's mouth.
Seeing that Jessica was obeying orders, I began again pumping my cock in
and out of her asshole. I moved faster now, and I heard Jessica's responsive
noises, muffled in her employer's cunt.
Soon I was panting with exertion, and with excitement too. My head was
spinning. Jessica's tight, grabbing asshole was claiming its due, and I knew I
had to come soon. From the way Jessica was squirming beneath me, jerking her ass
and gibbering against Emma's crotch, I could tell she wasn't far from climax
herself.
As for Emma, she was going crazy. her body was rolling violently from
side to side, heedless of her crushed arms, her breasts dancing wildly and
erratically on her chest. Her head was rolling too, but in a completely
different rhythm, as if it had no connection with the rest of her. Her mouth was
wide open, and unearthly shrieks were coming from it, ceasing momentarily only
when she gulped in air with great, noisy gasps. Her legs rose into the air and
wound themselves around Jessica's head, trapping it between the soft thighs and
forcing her face harder against the twisting, jouncing cunt.
I don't know who came first. The room was filled with female screams and
cries, and I pounded savagely into Jessica as I felt the tightness gathering in
my balls. I know that we all came within seconds of each other--Emma bucking and
flopping like a gaffed fish; Jessica sobbing in painful ecstasy and slapping her
belly against the floor as her ass went mad beneath me; and me, snorting like a
demented bull and thrusting with all my strength again and again, and finally
exploding like a cannon in her spasming asshole.
Then we all collapsed, gasping and quivering and groaning incoherently,
in a exhausted tangle of limbs and bodies.
"Jesus H. fuckin' Christ!" I heard Osindorf say.
#
We were all dressed again, and ready to leave, I thought. I had my hand
on the doorknob, when Jessica stopped me.
"One moment, please, Mr. Wulf." There was no trace in her voice or her
manner of the moaning, submissive woman who had been writhing on the floor a few
moments ago. Nor was there in Emma, except, of course, that her wrists were
still handcuffed behind her.
Jessica said, "We have one other thing to discuss with Mr. Osindorf. You
may recall the plan we were speaking of yesterday with Mr. Harris." She then
went on very calmly to outline to Eddie that crazy idea about having Emma tied
down in his garage for a whole day, letting all the men have their way with her.
Emma listened quietly and impassively, but there was a glitter in the depths of
her eyes.
I couldn't believe they were serious about this, and neither could
Eddie. He listened with his mouth open. When Jessica stopped, he just stared at
her. I think he was a little shell-shocked with everything that had happened to
him that morning.
"Are you fuckin' crazy?!" he said at last. "Jesus, that is the most
unbelievable fuckin' thing I ever--what the hellsa matter with you? You know
what kinda trouble I could get in? Christ, a thing like that--it'd be all over
the place in a minute! I'd get put away--and you too! Holy shit! You gotta be
out of your fuckin'--"
"Mr. Osindorf," Jessica interrupted. "You have no need to worry. Mr.
Harris is very wealthy and very influential. He will arrange everything.
Security will be seen to. No harm will come to you. It may even be beneficial.
In labor relations, for example; few employers can provide their men with such
fringe benefits."
It was the first time I'd seen any signs of Jessica having a sense of
humor. But it was lost on Eddie. "No!" he yelled. "Christ, the kid's got his job
back, what the hell else you want from me! Lemme alone, for Chrissake. Of all
the crazy, weirdo things I ever heard..." He subsided into mumbling and shaking
his head.
Emma spoke up. "My husband will be happy to pay you for the use of your
garage, Mr. Osindorf--and for any inconvenience."
Eddie goggled at her. "You WANNA do this??"
Emma lowered her eyes. "My husband would like it," she said demurely.
Osindorf growled. Then he said: "How much?"
"As Jessica said, he is very wealthy. Name a fee. Make it as exorbitant
as you like. He will pay it."
There was a glitter in Eddie's eyes, much like the one I had seen in
Emma's--though his was put there by greed rather than lust--and I knew the
Harrises would have their way.