Fatal Encounters
Chapter 2
by Irv Pliskin
As he had arranged, Eliana was there at the hotel in the morning. She called him from the lobby just a bit early. She was more casually dressed in a sweater, a skirt and sensible shoes.
“I spoke to my supervisor,” she said on the house phone “Things are quiet at the gallery and he has given me the rest of the week off, as a Holiday. Is that okay with you?”
“Splendid,” he said. “Just splendid. I’ll be right down, and we can have breakfast”.
Over their kippers and eggs he told her that he would like to go to the Air Museum at Duxford near Cambridge.
“Would that be all right with you Eliana?” he asked diffidently.
“Of course. It’s a great trip. I’ve only been there once and then for just a few hours. We can make a day of it.”
In the train, en route, he told her that he had an interest in military aviation.
“You see,” he said, “my father was a flyer. He was with the 8th Air Force here during the war. He was shot and killed on a raid over Berlin.”
He bit his lip. “I never knew him, of course. I was born after he died. Mom was pregnant when he left to go to the war. She never got over it. It was just the two of us, and I had to grow up before I really understood how tough it was for her.”
“Is that true Carl? You were born during the war? You really don’t look that old to me."
“How old do I look?”
“As if you were in your late forties, certainly no more that that.”
“Well, does the fact that I am older bother you?”
“Of course not, Luv. Besides, I really like men who are mature.”
When she called him Luv, he was thrilled. He knew, of course, that it was a common usage, but it thrilled him, and he felt a little visceral stirring.
They took the bus from the railroad station to Duxford and spent the better part of the morning exploring the various hanger buildings and their exhibits. . They ended up at the American exhibit, and she walked around amazed at the information he had about the groups and their bases, the aircraft, and the nature of the war in the sky.
They had finished their exploration at noon, and he suggested they find a pub for lunch, and then if it is okay visit the American Air Force Cemetery in Cambridge.
"My father is buried there."
They had kidney pie and Courage beer at a pub near the train station, and Carl found a cab to take them to the cemetery. \
89Carl made an arrangement with the cab driver to wait for them, handing him a wad of bills.
Eliana had never been to the cemetery before. She was impressed with the starkness of it as soon as she walked through the gates. The rows of sparkling white crosses as far as she could see took her breath away. They walked to the chapel past the long white wall with the names of the dead carved into the stone.
She was moved, and then alarmed. Carl was standing head bowed, sobbing. She put her arms around him and held him.
"I’m sorry," he said. "this place gets to me. All these young men, all these brave young men."
"My father is buried in the far corner of the cemetery. Over by the fence, I think, It is about a mile away. I’d like to go to his grave if you don’t mind. You can wait here for me."
"No," she said, "I’ll walk there with you."
He checked the location of the plot, and together they began to walk through the quiet, orderly grounds. They found his father’s grave, in the far corner of the cemetery, quite close to the tree and shrub lined heavy wire mesh fence that surrounded the property. They were completely alone in the quiet of the burial ground.
He thought of the father he never knew. The father he knew only from a few snapshots, a faded wedding picture and copious and voluminous letters.
Carl knelt, head bowed. She knelt beside him, and when he began to sob, more vigorously than before, she put her arm around him, and held him tightly. When his sobs slowed and stopped, she took out her handkerchief and wiped his face tenderly. Then, she leaned forward and kissed him; the kiss tender at first turned to searing passion. She held him tightly and kissed him again. He kissed her, letting his tongue touch her lips. She parted hers and felt the heat of his desire. He let his hands move down to her ample breasts, and she could tell he was becoming aroused, very aroused and she was encouraging him with her kisses.
He pulled his head back and looked at her. ”Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
“Oh yes,” she said. “Oh yes.” It will be an affirmation of life. Right here, let's do it right here.”
They were clumsy and tentative, but they managed.
In his post coital languor, Carl smiled to himself and thought. "Things are going perfectly. Just the way I planned it."
On the train on the way back to London, she turned to Carl and said softly. "I hope you don’t think me a brazen hussy."
Carl turned to her put his finger to her lips. "Hush, you have given me a rare gift. You have given me a new lease on life. Spend the night with me Eliana. Come spend the night with me. I really need the company."
"But I have no toiletries, no clothes." He was tempted to say she wouldn't need her clothes, but he was afraid he would scare her off. No sense frightening the bitch, he thought. This is working out just the way I want it to.
"Don’t worry about it. We'll go to Harrods and get you everything you need. How about it, will you? Can you? Can you stay till you have to go to work on Monday?"
She thought for a moment.
"Yes," she said. "Yes, I can."
"Great. That’s absolutely wonderful."
He kissed her on the cheek, and reached out and held her hand all the way back to London.
As they approached the city, he looked through the window and thought: 'Baby, you're in for one hell of surprise, and you'll be lucky if you get out of this alive.”
He could feel an erection starting, and he chuckled silently to himself.
***
Back at the hotel, they showered together.
He reveled in her nubile body, examined all of it, tenderly. He then took the large bar of scented soap and began to wash her with the rough hotel washcloth. She felt the internal tingle as his hands touched her breasts, explored her nipples and then, when he brought the cloth to her essence, she almost climaxed.
He sensed her excitement, leaned forward, and took her nipple in his mouth. Then with surprising strength, he picked her up and carried her dripping wet to one of the double beds. Once again, they made love. He was slow and controlled, probing and touching and exploring to heighten her pleasure. They culminated mutually, and they lay there in relaxed stupor cooling off and drying in the warm bedroom.
“That was wonderful, extraordinary. You are the best lover Carl. I shall never forget this day, ever.”
“Eliana,” Carl said, “let’s go to dinner at The Dorchester Rooftop. We could try the Caprice, but I haven’t booked it and it may be tough to get seated there. If there is time after dinner, we can go to see a play. If not, I’ll get us tickets for tomorrow night for “Whistling in the Wind” that Andrew Lloyd Webber play. Is that okay with you?”
When they returned to the hotel after their evening out, Carl turned to her:
“Eliana, you said you have never been to America. Why don’t you come back there with me? There is much to see, plenty to do and we can do it together. How about it, my dear, how about it?”
“Carl, I can’t do that. I have a position here. I can’t just leave. What would I do after when I came back? I’m a working girl.”
“How much notice do you have to give to not ruin your reputation?”
“A fortnight at least.”
“Okay, do that. I can wait, I have nothing pressing back there.”
She objected, but finally he convinced her that it was an opportunity of her lifetime. And she agreed.
“Do you have to tell your parents or your siblings that you are going to the states?”
“No. I’ve been alone for years. My parents have died, and I have no brothers or sisters. I don’t even know if I have cousins so it’s okay on that score.”
Three weeks later, they flew Business Class to Philadelphia because Carl said it was as good as first class, and really much less expensive. “Just because you have money, you don’t have to waste it,” he said.
Carl took her to his home in nearby New Jersey. He lived in a large two-story house with four bedrooms, and three bathrooms. The master bedroom was as large as her flat, she thought. The house was splendid and elegant, on a sedate tree lined street in a very charming upscale community.
They visited the sights in Philly, going to all of the tourist spots. He took her to see the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall. They walked down Elfreth’s Alley, the oldest occupied street in Philadelphia, which Eliana thought was quaint, but not much different from a lot of streets back home in London.
They spent a day at the Philadelphia Art Museum and then went to hear the Philadelphia Orchestra at the new Kimmel center. It was a brand new building that Eliana thought had as much charm as the old military Quonset Huts they had seen at Duxford. It had the same rounded roof construction, but it was glass instead of pre formed tin.
Over dinner at Le Bec Fin, Philadelphia’s Five Star Michelin Restaurant, Carl said, “Eliana, let’s plan to go to New York for a week or so next week. I’ll get us rooms at the Waldorf. Would that be okay?”
“Oh, yes,” she said. “Wonderful. I am so overwhelmed by you and this country. You know Carl, us finding each other on the web in that chat room, was really great. I have never been so happy.”
“I’m so glad,” he said. “I am really happy too. What say we go up to my getaway house this weekend? It is in the Pocono Mountains about l00 miles from here. We can go to New York from there. Is that okay with you? Would you like that?
“Oh, Carl, whatever you say is just fine for me.”
“Good. We can leave in the morning.”
She was amazed with the spaciousness of his Pocono Mountain retreat. It was an isolated huge log cabin, high on a mountaintop. Looking through the trees, they could see the Pennsylvania Turnpike far below. It was a magical ribbon of car lights in the glowing evening. It was a splendid place, she thought. A huge living room, with a massive fireplace. A complete kitchen and a magnificent, well furnished bedroom, with a canopied, king sized bed.
“Oh Carl,” she said, “This is magnificent. It’s wonderful. I don’t suppose it can last though. Is there a chance our relationship can last?”
She did not see him frown quickly.
“Of course.” he said, “Of course it can. Relax, we’ll see.”
The bathroom amazed her. Especially the large, double sized sybaritic stall shower and the gleaming bidet alongside the futuristic toilet.
She stood at the floor to ceiling picture window staring out at the woods and the trees. “Oh, look,” she said, “look, there's a deer with a fawn. They are so beautiful.”
He came behind her to look, putting his hands around her, squeezing her breasts as she moved back into him and wiggled her behind against his now throbbing manhood.
Before long, they were in the huge stall shower scrubbing each other, luxuriating in the multi nozzled spray. It was extraordinary, she thought. Extraordinary! Standing in the shower, she fell to her knees and took him in her mouth, pleasuring him there in the water spray.
After the shower, they luxuriated in the king-sized bed and made passionate and exhausting, violently orgasmic love. Not once. Twice.
An hour later Carl awakened from his post coital nap.. Eliana was just stirring when he walked into the bedroom with a tray of canapés fresh from the oven. Two large mugs of hot chocolate were on the tray as well. She was again amazed...and drank the rich hot chocolate as she munched on tasty canapés. She never tasted the white powder he had poured into her cup.
“Oh my,” she said, “this is wonderful I‘m getting tired again, but before I go to sleep, will you make love to me once more?
“Certainly, my pleasure.”
And once more they luxuriated in and enjoyed each other. She was soon in a deep drugged sleep.
When Carl was certain she was completely asleep, he took a syringe and an ampule and prepared an injection of clear white liquid.
He injected the liquid into Eliana’s bare behind. He did not think she would feel the injection, and if she did, it didn’t matter.
He pulled up a chair, tossed back the blankets and completely nude sat and watched the sleeping woman. It didn’t take long. She began to breathe more heavily as the muscles began to contract, and then she started to twitch, and spasm and convulse. Watching this happen he became more and more aroused, and by the time she went into a massive convulsion he was totally erect.
She groaned, and died. And as she did he had an extraordinary orgasm that racked him totally.
Then he relaxed. It was done. It was so wonderful to watch life go, so wonderful to experience it that way. And even more so when they began to talk about lasting relationships. She had been a great and willing screw, he thought. Just like the other ones, but she wanted a relationship. Relationship, baloney.
Two hours later, she was still warm, He put her on her back spread her legs and mounted her. He once again experienced a massive release, and as he did, he cursed the mother who had had him out of wedlock, and the soldier father who had seduced her. He damned all women...everywhere. Then he fell, satiated on the corpse and lay there, sobbing.
In the dark of night, he drove fifty miles to the Delaware river. Eliana, properly prepared with chains and weights was in the car trunk. He slipped the nude, unidentifiable body into the deep water.
Carl knew, from experience, it would take at least three months, perhaps longer, before the body floated through the rapids and down river where someone would find it. He knew too, that generally the bodies were recovered only as a skeleton. The fish, and the abrasive rocky river bottom would destroy the flesh, until only bones remained. She would be yet another unidentified female skeleton in the river. Another mystery never to be solved.
When he came home from the trip, he logged into a singles chat room, hoping he could find a single, passionate woman to spend time with. Anywhere in the world would do, of course.
But, he preferred England. There was a lot of passion behind the usual British reserve.
