The Horror Megapack_ 25 Classic and Modern Horror Stories ( PDFDrive )

“I didn’t have any orange wine,” she began, lowering her voice almost to a
whisper. “So he went back.”
Something was distinctly salty.
“You’d better tell me,” he said in a quiet voice that impelled her attention.
Marie was wavering, but she was afraid. Finally she compromised, “We can
talk better in back here.”
Connell followed her to the rear of the tiny store. The crude, primitive room
contained an oil stove, a small wooden table. In the further corner was a bed.
“You won’t never see your man again,” began Marie, drawing up a chair for
Connell. “Not with walking dead men like they got at Ducoin’s plantation.”
“Walking dead men!” he echoed, leaping to his feet. “Who’s Ducoin? What
—”
But Connell’s query was cut short. The Cajun girl’s hand closed about his arm,
drawing him to her side.
“I’ll tell you later,” she whispered. Her dark, smouldering eyes were still
haunted, but her lips suggested reasons for delay.
Under other circumstances, Connell would have welcomed the hint, but
something about her furtive glance and unnatural eagerness combined with her
sinister remarks to repel him. But Connell made little progress. As he drew
away, her arm slipped about his neck and her ripe, voluptuous curves pressed
him closely as she pleaded, “Don’t go…I’m terribly scared…”
She was. But Connell wasn’t. And that warm, plump body was as inflaming as
orange wine. He drew her to him, stroked her black hair, caressed firm flesh that
trembled at his touch, and tried to entice her further remarks about walking dead
men.
However, it did not work as he intended. His presence did reassure her, but the
contact made his pulse pound like like a rivetting hammer, and the sudden rise
and fall of her breasts showed that it was becoming mutual.…
Marie’s dark eyes were no longer haunted by anything but a desire to get
closer. Presently she forgot to brush away an exploring hand, and yielded her
eager lips.
And then Connell learned that the Delta offers more than orange wine.…
It was close to sunset before he remembered Plato and renewed his inqueries.
“Honest, I couldn’t help it,” Marie protested. “I didn’t have any wine left and
just as that man was going to leave, in comes Ducoin with a load. And he tells
Plato to come along, he’d fix him up. And I didn’t dare warn him.”
“Wait till I get at Ducoin!”