Tommy spoke briefly into a small radio transceiver, and presumably got the all-clear from the concealed sniper-girl, because he quickly herded Johnny and Justine out to the Blazer. Tommy rapped on the driver-side window just as Johnny started the motor, and when he rolled it down, passed him a fat roll of twenties.
“I figured you’d probably be short of cash by now; if Jerome’s right, they’re watching out for a money-trail for you, so those bank cards of yours are useless to you now; hand ’em over, I’ve got some tight friends in Seattle who feel like going on a spending-spree, so we’ll let those New York assholes go chasing around up in the rain for a while, that should cool them off. Cellphones too, they can be tracked, so we’ll play some games with them, too. Take these, you’ll need them.”
With that, he handed Johnny a card wallet with a selection of credit, ATM, and store cards, and a pair of bulky cell phones.
“PIN numbers are all there, and they’ve all got high limits on them, so you shouldn’t be maxxing them out anytime soon; they’re all corporate cards from a shell corporation we created in case we ever needed it, so there’s no back-trail for those dummies to follow. The phones are satellite phones, with them you can reach out to anyone on the planet, you don’t need a cell-tower for them, so, as far as the cops tracing your signal goes, you’ll be completely off-grid; I have a feeling where you’re headed there’s going to be precious little cell coverage. Just make sure you’re facing sort of North-East when you use them, that’s where the maritime satellite grid is, but the handset will beep at you when it acquires a signal, just in case; they won’t work underground, so don’t go spelunking, and try and not drop them in a bayou!”
Tommy grinned and banged twice on the door.
“Go on, get going now, have fun, watch your backs, and we’ll be in touch as soon as we have something; Miz Eulalie knows how to reach me, Robin, and Jerome if things get hairy, and we’ll see if we can’t figure out a way to discourage them! Take care, and be seein’ ya!”
As they pulled away from the curb, Justine began to smile as the whole surreal impact of what had just happened hit her; she was rich, but then she wasn’t, and some of the most famous people in the world had popped-up and revealed they’d been part of her life for over a decade without her ever being aware of it, and now they weren’t, or maybe they still were in another way, because she couldn’t see people who’d been so much a part of their lives for so long just backing away and leaving them in the wind. She glanced over at Johnny as he drove, and thought about how she’d always known he was tight-lipped at the best of times, but this was just fucking ridiculous…
Johnny glanced at her and smiled back.
“What you-all grinnin’ at, Minou?” he asked.
“… nothing, Johnny-Bear…” she murmured, then leaned over and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you, Country-Boy,” she whispered, “Thank you for everything.”
Johnny patted her leg.
“T’ain’t nothin’, Minou; I promised mama-Jane I’d look out for you, that’s what I been doin’ all along; you my boo’sha, don’t you ever go forgettin’ that.”
Justine sat in silence for a few more minutes, then reached over and trailed her fingers over his crotch, making him start.
“Baby, all those credit cards Tommy gave you? Does that mean we can stay in a real hotel now?” she asked.
Johnny nodded absently, watching the traffic as he changed lanes, while a smile played on his lips, not fooled at all by her innocent-seeming question.
“Good,” said Justine, “find us one; you must be awfully tired, Johnny-Bear, wouldn’t you like to have a little lie-down, maybe a nap?” she asked, her eyes wide and innocent.
Johnny grinned to himself, playing along with her.
“Sure thing, Minou; now you mention it, I do feel kinda peaky; tell you what, first one we stop at, we get a room, a bite to eat, an’ you can sing me a old Cajun lullaby; how that sound?”
Justine struggled to keep a straight face as she answered him.
“Why of course, if you’re tired, you should rest; these big ole roads can be so dangerous when you’re tired, baby; you need a little rest, and tell you what; why don’t I make sure you sleep well?”
Johnny grinned happily to himself at the sight of Justine’s innocent expression, with her eyes huge and guileless, as he began scanning for an off-ramp.
*
The motel in New Iberia was clean, had a good diner right next door, and was right up against Bayou Teche, although the view and the food was the last thing on Justine’s mind; she had other ideas about what she was going to do…
Some prickle of caution made Johnny park the Blazer mostly out of sight behind the little four-room chalet block they were in, rather in the main parking lot, and he brought their bags in while Justine made a beeline for the shower. When she finally came out, she found Johnny sitting on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for her, watching daytime TV and actually, genuinely twiddling his thumbs.
“Thought you never finish, li’l gal!” he grinned, his eyes dancing happily when Justine dropped her towel and posed naked for him. He reached for her, but she danced back out of reach.
“Uh-uh, first things first, Swamp-Thing! Get naked, boy, I wanna do things, and you’re over-dressed!” she giggled, giving him a full 360.
Johnny licked his lips even as that delicious tightness in his groin began, quickly stripping off his leather bomber jacket, t-shirt, jeans, boots and socks. Justine pursed her lips appreciatively at the bulging outline of his cock in his tight trunks, swaying closer until she could kiss him, while at the same time fondling and gently squeezing his burgeoning erection.
Johnny made a grab for her, but she swerved back out of reach again, grinning minxily.
“Uh-huh, naughty, naughty, Big-Bear; you wanna play grab-ass, you do something for me first!” she grinned, batting his hands away as he reached for her. Johnny grinned wryly and folded his arms, one eyebrow raised in query.
“OK, you wanna play, I’ll play along. What you want, cherie?”
Justine rummaged through her travel pack and pulled out a DVD case, showing it to Johnny with a ‘tah-da’ gesture. Johnny looked at the case in puzzlement, and then recognized the first ‘Brother-Sister’ sex video he’d bought; he wondered why on earth she’d brought that thing along with her. Justine grinned knowingly at his puzzlement.
“Remember this, Country-Boy? This is where we got going. I want to watch this with you, who knows, maybe you’ll get some ideas, kinda, sorta, maybe try some things out with me? You wanna play, this is how I wanna play. You ready?”
Johnny grinned, although a small part of him was still embarrassed at the thought of watching porn with his sister, never mind that they’d been indulging in full-blown sex for over six months now; he tried telling himself this, but that small voice deep down and far away kept up that ‘yeah, I know, but still…’ Johnny thought of it as his ‘because’ voice; whenever he wanted to do something he knew he shouldn’t, he’d end up asking himself ‘well why not?’, and that little voice would say ‘because; ain’t no other reason, just… because…’ and then he’d either back down, or go ahead and feel guilty afterwards…
“Looks like we doin’ things your way, Minou; what you wanna do first?”
Justine looked at him mysteriously as she slotted the disk into the DVD player.
“First, we watch; then, when it seems like a good time, we’ll move on. You got that, Johnny-Bear?”
Johnny nodded, so Justine picked up the remote and swayed back into arm’s reach, so he reached for her.
“Ah-ah-ah!” she scolded, batting his hands away again, “No touchie-feelie yet, got it?”
Johnny nodded resignedly, then gasped as she yanked his shorts down and gently squeezed him as he sprang free, sending a thrill coursing through him.
“I thought you said ‘no touchie-feelie!” he groaned, but had to smile when she gave him her winsome, ‘who, me?’ look.
“I never said me, Johnny, only you! Now shut up and get on that bed, I want to watch this movie, with you, and no running commentary, please; just go with the flow…”
Johnny slumped back on the bed, squirming his way up to lie against the headboard. Justine crawled up and joined him, deliberately not touching him, tantalizing him with her nearness, the scent of shower-gel, the fresh berry perfume of her hair.