Slocum's Breakout by Jake Logan

sent long shadows slanting toward them. Slocum had the feeling of driving into the sunset rather than into the rising sun of a bright new day.
    Valenzuela jumped out and hit the ground running, disappearing into the front door without breaking stride. Slocum took a few minutes to drive the rig around back so it would be out of sight. The house was not far from the main road going north into San Francisco, and he didn’t want a casual passerby to see the buggy or the horse. Chances were slim anyone would recognize the horse and buggy as being stolen from a drunk in northern San Francisco, but he took no chances. Memory of the San Quentin walls rising around him turned him wary. To return there was not in the cards.
    He went around and stood in the low doorway to see Conchita and José clinging to one another. As he went into the small house, they parted. Conchita looked flustered, and José looked like the fox that had just eaten the chicken. All he needed were feathers around his mouth.
    â€œYou see your pa?” Slocum asked pointedly.
    â€œI was on my way. He is very ill and still sleeps. I took a moment to thank my sister for being so clever to get you to break me out of prison.” José stepped behind Conchita, who stood a little stiffer for a moment, then José went into the bedroom just off the main room.
    â€œOh, John, you did it!” Conchita rushed into his arms and smothered him with kisses that made the jailbreak and everything he had endured seem worthwhile.
    â€œDid he make it in time?”
    She pushed away and looked at him, puzzled.
    â€œYour pa. He’s still aware of things around him?”
    â€œOh, yes, there is great pain, but he is not in a coma. José came in time.”
    â€œHow much longer do you think he has?”
    â€œPapa?” Conchita laid her cheek on his chest. He felt her heart beating in her breast and smelled the perfume of her long, dark hair. She clung fiercely to him. “Not so long, but he wanted to see José. You have done a great thing, John. A boon. A favor that can never be repaid.”
    â€œI’d like to look in on them. To see how they’re doing,” Slocum said, moving to push Conchita out of the way. He heard strange sounds from the tiny room where José had gone.
    â€œLet Papa enjoy José’s jokes,” she said, gripping him harder. “He could always make Papa laugh. It is good for both of them.”
    â€œI won’t be a second,” Slocum said, not sure why the laughter bothered him so. That Conchita had verified it was laughter made him certain he wasn’t imagining things.
    â€œI know you won’t, John,” she said, her hand pressing hotly into his chest, holding him where he stood. The hand worked slowly downward until it cupped his crotch. She began squeezing gently, then pressed her palm into the growing bulge.
    She turned her beautiful face up to him, closed her ebony eyes, and pursed her lips, waiting. She didn’t wait long. Slocum had gone through hell for this moment. He kissed her. She returned the passion with more ardor than he could have hoped for. Her body moved against his and her legs parted so she could wrap her thighs around his upper leg. Conchita began moving up and down, like a cat rubbing against a table leg.
    She broke away breathlessly, then stood on tiptoe and licked along the line of Slocum’s stubbled chin until she got back to his earlobe. She nibbled gently and whispered, “Outside. To the shed in back. It is ready for you—for us!”
    Conchita pulled him behind her like a child pulling along a wagon. Slocum had to duck fast or he would have hit his head on the lintel as they went out into the morning sun. It felt hot and fine against his face. He felt renewed and happy that he had been able to help the Valenzuelas.
    â€œHurry, hurry, race you!” she cried. As Conchita dashed away from him, she began shucking off her clothing. Her