Tuscan Skies

Part 10

J.R. walked outside of the loft bedroom to the balcony. He wanted to talk to Rattigan, before Sue Ellen woke up. He was irritated that he had to wait so long before Rattigan answered the phone. Finally, he heard his voice.

"Yeah. This is Rattigan," he said, curious about who was calling him so early in the morning.

J.R. said, "Why the hell haven't you called me. I don't pay you to wait until I call you. What did your man at Interpol have to say about Lockwood?"

Rattigan replied, "If you'd check your voice mail, you'd see that I tried to call you at least five times yesterday."

J.R. was getting more irritated by the minute. The last thing J.R. wanted from Rattigan, was backtalk, and an insubordinate attitude. He said, "So, tell me about Lockwood's criminal record."

Rattigan said, "You will not believe the background on this guy. He makes you look like an altar boy, J.R."

J.R. didn't need a lecture on the good of mankind. He wanted information, and he was getting tired of waiting. He angrily said, "Damn it, Rattigan. You tell me what I'm payin' you for, or you can kiss your PI license good-bye."

Rattigan said, "Seems like our friend Mr. Lockwood has a penchant for gambling, prostitutes, and he's also heavily tied to the Mafia. He's been on trial twice for attempted murder, and that's just for starters. He's worse than you could even imagine, J.R."

J.R. couldn't imagine anything Don Lockwood had done before, or since raping Sue Ellen that could get much worse. He said, "I want you to fax that information to me, as soon as you can. I want the name of your man at Interpol, too. I want to know why in the hell they're not pusuin' Lockwood, and bringin' him up on charges for all of his criminal activity."

Rattigan said, "I'll send you the information right away, J.R."

J.R. slammed the telephone back on it's base, and sat in a chair, staring out across the farm. He wondered why Interpol and the London police department weren't having a manhunt for Don. He wondered if Sue Ellen had pressed charges against Don, after he raped her. That crime alone should have been sufficient to have hin locked up for at least five to ten years. There had to be more going on than anyone at Interpol knew about. J.R. turned around, when he heard Sue Ellen walk out onto the balcony.

She said, "Good Mornin', J.R. Who were you talkin' to? I thought I heard you yelling at someone."

J.R. stood up from his chair and walked over to Sue Ellen. He put his arms around her, and said, "Don't you worry about that, I was just gettin' a little heated while I was talkin' to Bart in the Gulf. I hope that I didn't wake you?"

Sue Ellen leaned her head against his shoulder, and kissed his neck. She said, "No, you didn't wake me. I woke up when I heard the sounds of the birds in the orchard."

J.R. looked at her, and said, "You look radiant this Mornin', Sugar. Is that a new robe you're wearin'?"

Sue Ellen's robe was a pale lilac color, with lace around the sleeves, and a shawl collar that was also trimmed in lace. She looked down at her robe, and said, "Yes, I bought it in London, before you joined me at the hotel."

The color of the robe was the perfect background for her blond hair. The color of the robe also added to the flecks of gold, and green in her hazel eyes. J.R. said, "You are so beautiful, Sue Ellen. I am a lucky man." He kissed her, and pulled her tightly against his chest. She hugged him, and closed her eyes while he held her.

J.R. asked, "Are you hungry, Sugar? We could ride into town and get something to eat, or I could call and order service in the courtyard?"

Sue Ellen wanted to stay at the villa, just in case John Ross called. She said, "Let's eat in the courtyard. I'd like to stay here at the villa today, if you wouldn't mind?"

J.R. didn't mind staying there at all. He was feeling his age after snorkeling, but he would never admit that to Sue Ellen. He was having a difficult time keeping pace with Sue Ellen everywhere they went, except the bedroom.

J.R. knew men half his age who used supplements to enhance their sexual appetites. He had been fortunate in that aspect of his personal life. He could fulfill his sexual needs, and desires without the aid of herbal supplements, or prescription medications.

Sue Ellen reached for his hand, as she walked back into the bedroom. She showered, and started to get dressed, while J.R. finished his shower. The hot water from the shower heads helped to relax his aching muscles. He stayed under the invigorating spray longer than he had anticipated, and was surprised, when Sue Ellen opened the door to the stall.

She said, "I'm ready whenever you are, Darlin'." She looked fabulous. She wore a yellow camisole top, and a white linen skirt. Her hair was wavy, and styled in such a way, that J.R. couldn't stop staring at her.

He said, "I've said it before, and I'll say it again, you are so beautiful." Sue Ellen handed him a towel, as he turned off the faucet in the shower. He said, "Thank you, for the towel, Honey." He quickly dried off, and wrapped the towel around his waist, before going into the bedroom to get dressed.

It was Sue Ellen's turn to watch as J.R. got dressed. She bit at the tip of her fingernail, as she stared at J.R.'s muscled legs when he put his pants on, one leg at a time. She thought if her Mamma only knew what she was thinkin', she would keel over dead. Sue Ellen's Mamma taught her that women could have those kind of thoughts, but they should never act on them. Oh, how wrong her Mamma was. Sue Ellen preferred to act.

Sue Ellen shifted in her seat, while she continued staring at J.R. She was getting turned on, as she watched him get dressed. She could barely control her actions, when he started to put on his shirt. She couldn't take it any longer, and walked over to him. She pushed him down onto the bed, and crawled on top of him with cat-like movements.

She kissed his chest, and ran her hands down his arms. She lifted her skirt, and straddled his legs. J.R. looked at her, as his eyes were filled with desire for her. He tried to sit up. He wanted to touch her, but she grabbed his wrists, and pinned his hands against the mattress. She flashed him a deliciously wicked grin, as she continued her seduction.

J.R. tried to move his hands. He needed to feel her skin under his hands, but she shook her head, and said, "No. I want to keep you waiting, until I let go of your wrists."

J.R. wasn't used to not being in control, but he was willing to let Sue Ellen have her way with him, for as long as he could stand it. She moved against him, repeatedly, driving him crazy with need. He moved his arms, but the look in her eyes told him not to move. He called out her name, and she let go of his wrists, He pulled her to his chest, as the waves of passion consumed them.

Sue Ellen rolled off of his chest, and onto her back, next to him. J.R. was gasping for air. He said, "Oh my God, Sue Ellen. You have never done that before."

Sue Ellen turned onto her side, and asked, "I hope you weren't disappointed, Darlin'?"

J.R. turned his head to face her, and said, "Disappointed is the last word I would use to describe what you did to me." Sue Ellen smiled, and kissed him. She said, "Now, finish gettin dressed. I'm starvin'." She stood up from the bed, walked away from the bed, and started to walk downstairs. J.R' eyes followed after her. He stood up from the bed on shaky legs, and finished getting dressed.

The sun was shining, and the birds in the orchard were singing. Sue Ellen smiled when she saw J.R. emerge from the villa. She had been eating a strawberry, when she heard his footsteps on the stairs. She licked her finger, and asked, "What took you so long, Darlin'?"

J.R. grinned at her. She was such a minx. He said, "I don't know what brought that on upstairs, but I hope it happens again."

Sue Ellen leaned across the table, and kissed him. She tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth, and said, "Be careful what you wish for, J.R."

They went for a swim after eating breakfast. J.R. was laying on an air mattress in the pool. Sue Ellen was sitting on a chair, reading some literature for the next Valentine Lingerie campaign. The telephone ring startled Sue Ellen. Her voice was hoarse when she answered the phone.

She said, "Hello?" John Ross said, "Hi Mamma. Did Daddy tell you that I called, yesterday?"

Sue Ellen said, "Yes he did, Sweetheart. Are you okay? I'm so sorry for what you've had to go through because of that bastard I was married to."

John Ross, said, "I can handle whatever Don dishes out, I was more worried about you. Has he called your mobile phone, yet?"

Sue Ellen said, "No, not that I know of. Why?"

John Ross said, "Well, Grandpa Farlow told Don to stop calling the ranch, 'cause you and Daddy were on vacation in Italy. I asked Grandpa Farlow why he told Don that you and Daddy were together, but he said that he didn't know that it was supposed to be a secret. I'm sorry, Mamma."

Sue Ellen said, "Don't worry, John Ross. You haven't done anything to be sorry for. Your Daddy and I will deal with Don. Tell your Grandma and Grandpa no to worry, either. I'll call you in a day, or two. I love you, Sweetheart."

John Ross said, "I love you, Mamma. Tell Daddy that I love him, too, okay?"

Sue Ellen promised John Ross that she would give his love to J.R. Sue Ellen walked over, and stepped into the pool. She sat on the stairs, and said, "John Ross says to tell you that he loves you, Darlin'."

J.R. paddled his arms in the water, trying to move the air mattress over by the stairs. He said, "What's goin' on with Lockwood, now?"

Sue Ellen brushed it off as nothing important, but J.R. pressed her. She finally said, "Clayton told Don to stop calling the ranch, because you and I weren't there. He told Don that we were on vacation together, in Italy. What if he comes here, J.R."

J.R. said, "I don't think that will happen, Sugar, and I'll give you two reasons why not. First, Clayton wouldn't divulge that much information to your ex-husband. Secondly, If that son-of-a- bitch has the balls to show his face around here, I'll shoot him on sight."

Sue Ellen lay on a chaise lounge next to the pool. She didn't feel like reading anymore. She wanted to lie in the sun, and relax. J.R. asked her if she wanted him to rub suntan oil on her back.

She said, "I'd like that, if it's not too much trouble?"

J.R. winked at her, and said, "It's no trouble at all, Honey." He poured some of the coconut scented oil into his hands. He rubbed his hands together, and smoothed the oil on Sue Ellen's back.

She said, "Mmm, that feels so good, J.R."

J.R. poured more oil into his hands, and coated her arms, and the back of her legs. His hands traveled up and down her calf muscles, working the oil deep into her skin. He moved his hands up to her thighs, and she let a soft moan escape her lips. J.R. rubbed the oil into her thighs, trying to keep his mind on the task at hand, and not about what he wanted to do with Sue Ellen.

Sue Ellen fell asleep on the chaise lounge. J.R. gazed at her. The cut of her bathing suit accentuated her figure, and left little to his imagination. He tried to resist his urge to make love to her outside, by the swimming pool. J.R. leaned back on the chaise, and closed his eyes.

J.R. wondered why Rattigan hadn't sent him the faxes he wanted, or called him back, yet. He no longer cared about what Interpol, or the London police did, as far as Don's criminal past was concerned. J.R. took what Don had done to Sue Ellen, as a personal affront. J.R. would handle Don his way.

J.R. smiled as he thought about the fact that the world was a pretty big place, and insignificant people like Don Lockwood could easily disappear, without a trace, and never be heard from again . . .