Chapter 10

“I’m ready!”

Richard Goode waited until Sheriff Tate was out of sight before starting the car and turning on the lights. He pulled up to the corner where Marguerite was waiting, then rolled down his window and yelled, “Get your black ass in the car!” Marguerite laughed. His verbal abuse was part of his mating ritual. Goode always wanted oral sex, and while she gave it to him, he would call her a dirty black Jezebel. During intercourse, he whispered, “I hate you for making me do this.”

Marguerite dutifully walked around to the other side of the car and got in. Goode turned on the ceiling light. She pulled up her skirt so he could see she wasn’t wearing panties. As he looked intensely at her luscious crotch, she often wondered what was going through his demented mind. She spread her legs for him. He put his hand there, attempting to feel her heat, which made him long to taste her sweet nectar. When he found her spot and Marguerite began to lubricate, an inane grin emerged on his face and he pulled off.

Whenever Goode had an appointment with Marguerite, he would call Simmons so that he would take the proper steps to insure secrecy. Simmons would register them under a phony name and sneak them in through the back door. He always gave them the same room close to the exit to make it as convenient as possible. One night, as Simmons was going out the back door to smoke a cigarette, he heard the strangest thing going on in the room and began listening to them.

Simmons couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He had to see what was going on in there for himself. After they left, he drilled a small hole in the wall of the next room. When they came back, he would check them in, get a clerk to cover the desk, then go to the room he prepared to watch what was going on.

When they arrived, Simmons checked them in and gave the Klansman time to finish his business, as he wasn’t interested in seeing a live sex act. Simmons was interested in what they did when the sex was done. He went to the kitchen and made himself a turkey sandwich with Monterey Jack cheese, bacon, lettuce, and tomatoes, with a pickle and chips on the side. He grabbed a bottle of Rolling Rock beer out of the refrigerator and went to his perch for a bird’s eye view.

Simmons could still hear the creaking of the bedsprings when he arrived. He took his time walking over to his stool, where he watched the show. Even though he wasn’t interested in the sex, he peeked in early anyway to see. Goode was pumping her hard, saying, “You goddamn gorilla. You beast of the field! You fucking animal! Oh, it’s so good. Lord in heaven, why do you make me do this? I’m coooomiiiing!” Simmons shook his head.

Later, Marguerite came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a black bra. Goode was naked and lying on the bed. Simmons took a bite of his sandwich and watched Marguerite, who seemed to be beside herself with glee. Simmons could tell she enjoyed this part. Perhaps this was the reason she consented to the name-calling, he thought, and took a swallow of the beer.

“Do it, you evil black bitch!” Goode demanded.

Marguerite rubbed her hands over the back of his head and smiled. She grabbed a hunk of his thick hair and snatched his head back. His neck reddened as she pulled.

“You like that, Richard?”

“Yes, Mommy. I’ve been a bad boy. I deserve a whipping.”

Simmons put his hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter. He had watched the scene a hundred times. It became more hilarious each time he saw them.

“Good, because that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”

Marguerite went over to the mirrored dresser and picked up the black riding crop. She put her hand through the noose-like strap and went back over to the bed. She looked down at his vulnerable, pale body and proceeded to beat him mercilessly. Goode put his face in the pillow to squelch his cries. With each blow, a red welt appeared on his milky white buttocks. The beating was so fierce that Marguerite began to perspire.

Simmons sat there watching, shaking his head. A part of him was disgusted by this act in their sordid play. Another part of him enjoyed watching the leader of the Klan taking the kind of vicious beating he no doubt doled out to black men time and again; not to mention the random castrations and hangings that went on. Another part of him thought this was certainly God’s divine justice in a world where justice was seldom realized.

“I’m ready!” Goode shouted.

Catching her breath, Marguerite grabbed the black dildo off the nightstand and inserted it in him.