SUGAR AND SPICE, I'LL HURT YOU TWICE
By Klunker100(@yahoo.com)
Part II


(A wife seeks revenge on her cheating husband and ends up 
getting more than she bargained for…and enjoys every minute 
of it! Contains graphic sex, interracial sex, violence, 
lesbianism, and coarse language.)

Two weeks had passed since Barb's discovery of her 
husband's infidelity -- and her own sexual escapade. Vonda 
was out, thanks to an early release program, and was 
anxious to help a friend of a friend any way she could 
(especially when that friend throws her bail). The trap was 
set. They just needed to spring it across state lines for 
Vonda's sake. 

Since Barb knew how her husband scouted sites, she was able 
to tutor Vonda in everything she needed to know to draw him 
into their trap. They chose an abandoned bar that they 
discovered on their scouting trip because it was isolated 
and nobody could hear John scream. It had a large basement 
so Vonda could do her 'work' unfettered by a confined 
space, and there was enough furniture to make all the 
participants reasonably comfortable -- including a couple 
of couches, chairs, and cots.

Showtime. John had finished meeting with everybody he 
needed to meet with, so nobody would report him missing. 
After these meetings, he would drive a short distance out 
of sight of the others, pull off into a parking lot, and 
write his notes while things were still fresh in his mind. 
This was the contact point. Vonda drove up in a rented car 
and walked up to John's window. 

"Mr. Valling? I'm Vonda Crawford, Jack Irwin's secretary. 
He was hoping I would be able to find you because something 
just came up and there's one more place he wants you to 
look at before you leave. The Tanner franchise group just 
raised their equity line request and the bank approved it." 
All the names were correct so John didn't suspect a 
thing...and Vonda's bogus delivery was picture-perfect, a 
skill having been honed over the years, trying to BS parole 
boards. 

"OK. Do you just want me to follow you out? Where is this 
place?"

"Yessir, that will be fine. It's in Erinton. We're going 
east on this highway right here and turning north on County 
Line Road." John tried not to stare in awe at this woman, 
about 40 years old, just over six feet tall, stocky build, 
and ample chest. He had no interest in a roll in the hay 
(he let his big head do the thinking during business hours) 
but wondered what it would be like to do a roll in the hay 
with such a big woman, although he wasn't really attracted 
to her dark skin and Negroid features. He had no idea he 
was being led to his fate by a battle-hardened street thug.

After a 25-minute drive, they both got out of their cars 
and walked up to the dilapidated old building.

"Are you sure this is the place? This doesn't look like one 
of the buildings they usually purchase, and it's pretty far 
off the beaten path."

"Oh, they know that," Vonda replied. "They'd like to have 
something closer to town but in this part of the state you 
can't be too choosy and the price was too good to pass up. 
Let's go inside...it's in better shape than the outside." 

They both walked up the crumbling cement footpath. John 
never suspected a thing when Vonda scratched her ear with 
her right hand, which was the signal to the eyes peering 
out of a window that everything was going according to 
plan.

It took an efforted push of the door to enter the building. 
John noticed the rusty hinges and put two and two together, 
realizing that a woman who could force a stubborn door to 
cooperate with so little effort is nobody to be trifled 
with. Vonda took charge, pointing out all the features, not 
wanting John to reject it and leave before festivities got 
under way. She led him to the basement and went into 
action. He didn't see her lock the door behind them as she 
pointed out something for him to look at across the room.

"...and you can see all the room they'll have for product 
storage. There's adequate electrical service -- can I ask 
you a question? Do you work out?"

John was stunned by the question but flattered. "Yes, a 
little..."

"I thought so! You have real nice shoulders," said Vonda, 
as she ran her hand over his suit jacket padding, knowing 
full well it was padding and nothing more. John wasn't in 
any hurry to turn away her advances. 

"You know something," she continued, "it's getting a little 
warm in here. Why don't you take off that jacket? You must 
be roasting." John had seen easy women before but never one 
this anxious! She helped him take off his jacket with one 
hand and unbuttoned her blouse with the other. John was 
looking forward to taking advantage of this developing 
situation but beginning to smell a rat. Vonda knew just 
what to do.

She took his hand and placed it inside her bra and said, 
"Honey, I've been wanting to get rough with you the first 
day you walked into that office. I took one look at you and 
said to myself 'now there's a man who knows how to please a 
woman and treat her right'! You like what Vonda's showin' 
you? You got a tent pole to show me, honey?"

Vonda lunged her hand down the front of John's pants and 
grabbed his cock. Rat or not, he was starting to enjoy 
this. He started to feel her up when she grabbed him behind 
the head and pressed his lips to hers. He didn't find her 
that attractive but to bounce on a set of knockers like 
this he could put up with it. She felt his dick stiffen up 
and knew he was under her control. It was time.

She yanked her hand out of his pants and pushed him away 
from her. "You worm! You were really gonna go through with 
it! I'll bet you've got some pretty wife with blonde hair 
and blue eyes back home waitin' for you and here you're 
trying to take advantage of me!"

"They're green and I wasn't taking advantage of you -- you 
came on to me!" he snapped back.

"You liar! I'm gonna take you down…one piece of your honky 
ass at a time!" She cocked her fist back and let the first 
blow fly to his jaw. John reeled back, trying to keep his 
balance. He knew he was going to need defend himself in 
earnest to walk out of there in one piece. His first 
thought was just to bolt to the door and run, avoiding any 
further contact. Vonda didn't have to work up a sweat 
trying to catch him because he quickly discovered the 
locked door. But before she really gave him what-for, she 
was going to have fun taunting him. She slipped her bra 
straps off her shoulders and said, "You like 'em? You can 
still have 'em if you want 'em."

John fumbled to unlock the door but to no avail. Vonda 
sauntered up to her prey, grabbed his wrists and 
effortlessly extended his arms out as far as they would go. 
Then she slammed his back against the wall, pinning him 
there like a paper on a bulletin board. John never believed 
a woman could be so strong but years of street and prison 
life resulted in a veteran fighting machine that could best 
either sex. And now that they were being used, the muscles 
in her chest and arms started to show some definition.

"C'mon, sweetie," she taunted. "Go 'head and play with 
them. You was willin' to grab 'em a minute ago. What 
happened? Don't you like Vonda no more?" She stood on her 
toes and jammed her massive melons into John's face...but 
he never thought he wouldn't enjoy this type of experience 
like he wasn't enjoying this. But Vonda was. Then she 
reared back and lunged again, forcing her lips on his. He 
wasn't returning her kiss but she was just too strong for 
him to turn away. 

Without warning, she backed up, dropped one of her hands, 
let fly a blow to John's stomach, and said, "Enough with 
this little shit. Now we're gonna get down to business, 
white boy." Her victim partially doubled over and gasping 
for air, Vonda yanked him from the wall and threw him to 
the floor. She ordered him to take off his clothes. When he 
balked, she kicked him in the leg and threatened to really 
hurt him if he didn't move any quicker. Hands trembling, he 
started to comply.

John stood up on wobbly legs and unbuttoned his shirt as 
the Amazon stood in front of him, hands on her hips, 
supervising his every move. He dropped it on the floor then 
quickly began his counterattack. He landed a sucker punch 
to Vonda's stomach, which knocked her slightly off balance. 
Then he delivered a left cross across her face but it 
barely fazed her. She instantly regained her balance, 
chuckled, and said, "Oh, you wanna play rough, do ya? Bring 
it on, baby!"

John threw punches as best he knew how but his 
ineffectiveness was almost amusing and Vonda laughed at 
him, taunting him. She blocked, bobbed, weaved, ducked, and 
occasionally let him make contact just to keep his morale 
up. He was growing visibly weary when Vonda decided this 
had gone on long enough and smashed him in the face with a 
hard right. She made sure she missed his nose and mouth 
because she didn't want to leave any permanent marks or 
scars...a skill and necessity she had learned along the way 
-- it made it harder to prove in court. John staggered 
backwards, trying to keep her balance. Vonda threw one more 
punch to his chest, sending him all the way to the back 
wall where he landed with a thud. She hadn't even worked up 
a sweat or lost her breath.

"Now, sweetie" she barked, "Vonda's done fuckin' with you. 
Now you take off all them fancy clothes of yours and show 
Vonda what you got!" Not wishing to be on the receiving end 
of any more blows, he fumbled to undo his shoes, pants, and 
everything else until he was standing there, cowering, 
wearing only his undershirt and briefs.

Vonda sneered. "So that's where you wanna stop, huh? No 
problem...I'll just peel the rest of you like a banana!" 
She walked over to him, yanked his t-shirt over his head, 
and pulled it over his arms only far enough to bind them. 
Then she reached inside his shorts and John began to sweat 
as she groped him. "No wonder white women be goin' after 
black men...you white boys ain't got but a little twig down 
there! Amazing that you can do any kind of ballin'!" The 
large black woman was enjoying the fear she had brought 
about and took her taunts to the next level.

"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to 
screw a skinny li'l white boy. You want to show Vonda what 
kind of man you are?" She stuck out her leg and hip-threw 
him down onto one of the cots. He had finally managed to 
work his way out of his t-shirt restraint and tried to crab 
his way across the small bed but Vonda planted herself in 
his escape path. Then she reached down and jerked his 
shorts all the way off his legs. She reached around her 
back, unhooked her bra, and what was left on her fell off, 
allowing her massive breasts to show themselves in their 
full glory. John stared, mentally comparing his wife's 
ample but inferior tits to these mountains.

"Yeah, they're big. And they're all yours, honey. Just 
reach out and grab a handful," she said as she moved closer 
to the bed. John moved back but lifted a trembling hand in 
her direction. Vonda grabbed his hand and planted it on her 
tit. He instinctively started to feel her up. "Yeah, that's 
it. You just keep goin', white boy, and we'll get this show 
on the road." She unfastened her skirt and let it drop to 
the floor, then removed her panties, showing a large, thick 
bush. John pulled his hand away and jumped back when it 
became imminent that this woman was going to force herself 
upon him.

Smack! Vonda launched an open-hand blow across his face, 
turning his head. "Don't you NEVER turn down Vonda! Do you 
understand, white boy?!!? Don't NEVER turn away from me!" 
She smacked his face once more just to drive home her 
point. Then she grabbed his arms and flattened him out on 
the bed and said, "Now you're gonna show me what you got, 
honky, and you're GONNA make me feel good."

John once again began to tremble as his tormentor straddled 
his torso. He was limp as a wet noodle in spite of his cock 
being surrounded by a wet pussy. Vonda moved her hips and 
bounced her tits, trying to get John to respond but to no 
avail. He was not attracted to this woman and frightened 
for his life. His attention was abruptly distracted by the 
sound of a door flying open and footsteps entering the 
room.

Barb and Janelle sauntered across the room, flashing big 
grins.

"Well, well, well," said Barb. "Look who we have here! 
Hello, dear. Fancy meeting you here. And I see you have a 
friend! How nice. I'm glad to see that you're not alone 
when you're on the road all those times." The situation 
instantly became clear and John just groaned. He didn't 
have any words at all. To make matters worse, Anita stepped 
out from behind a mirror, holding a camcorder. John knew he 
had really been taken.

Barb and Janelle grabbed a couple of aged, padded chairs, 
moved them closer to John's cot, and parked themselves 
right next to each other. Barb snickered, "Please...go on 
with what you're doing, dear. Don't let me interrupt 
anything." Janelle was trying her best not to bust out 
laughing, as she leaned towards Barb and started to feel 
her up. John's eyes grew as wide as saucers.

Vonda snapped, "Hey -- whatcha think you're doin'? I ain't 
finished with you. C'mon...show me what you got!" She 
continued to thrust her hips, and leaned over to kiss him. 
John turned his head away, which brought about another 
open-hand smack across the chops and another stern 
admonition. He relented and allowed himself to be kissed. 
He was aroused, now smothered by large breasts and hot sex 
but was unable to get an erection, considering the 
humiliation he was enduring. Vonda abruptly uprighted 
herself and muttered some indistinct expletive.

Turning towards Barb she said, "This white boy of yours 
can't ball fer shit. How come you put up with him?"

Barb replied, "I don't know. He likes to screw you black 
chicks, so maybe I'm just too white for him. Is that it, 
John? I'm too white? What's wrong with Vonda...isn't she as 
pretty as Keesha?"

She knows!, he thought. How did she find out?!?!

"Kiss her, John," Barb taunted. "I'm sure she would love to 
see how you kiss." And right on cue, Vonda grabbed a 
handful of hair on the back of his head and drew his lips 
to hers. And once again, John was unable to overcome this 
powerful black Amazon.

Vonda threw his head back to the bed. "Shit!" she 
exclaimed. "He still can't get a stiffie. I'm about ready 
to dump you out with all the other trash!"

"Aw...," taunted Barb. "Poor Johnny. He just isn't himself 
today. I don't know what the problem is because I just know 
he can't pass up a good black woman. Isn't that right, 
dear?" Vonda looked right into John's face but spoke to 
Barb by saying he doesn't know a good thing when it's right 
on top of him. Now it was Barb's turn to pour it on her 
errant husband. 

"Oh," she cooed, "he knows a good thing when he sees it -- 
or screws it." On cue, she reached one arm around Janelle's 
shoulder and began to rub her companion's breast with the 
other. "After all," she continued, "my Johnny's a smart boy 
and if he thinks you nigger broads are a great fuck, then 
there must be something to it, right? I really should be 
thanking you, dear…if it wasn't for, I would never have 
been turned on to these black bitches." She immediately 
turned to Janelle and kissed her.

John was transfixed on his wife, so out of character in her 
attitude and her language, and starting to tremble at the 
sight of his beautiful blonde mate passionately kissing a 
black woman. His concentration was abruptly broken once 
again when Vonda slapped him across the face with one hand 
as she grabbed her elbow with the other. "I done told you, 
white boy, don't NEVER turn away from me!"

Anita, still taping everything, said, "Maybe Little Johnnie 
just needs somebody to show him how to make love to a black 
woman -- or any woman, for that matter." Barb stopped 
kissing Janelle just long enough to agree. Both women got 
out of their chairs and walked over to the other cot, which 
was just a few feet away from John and Vonda's. 

As she passed by Vonda, Barb grabbed one of the large black 
woman's boobs and said to John, "I don't know why you can't 
get it up and hump this woman. Her tits are a hell of a lot 
bigger than mine." She grabbed Vonda behind the head, 
kissed her, laughed and said, "and she's a good kisser, 
too." Then, slowly and deliberately, Barb closed the 
fingers on her right hand except her middle finger and slid 
the clenched fist down Vonda's panties and quickly finger-
fucked her. Vonda slightly shuddered and moaned in passing, 
tightening her grip on John's elbow as she climaxed. Barb 
removed her hand just as deliberately, placed her wet 
finger in her mouth and tounged the liquid off of it.

"Mmmmm...delicious pussy juice. You've got a real good 
thing going over here, dear," declared Barb, as deadpan and 
sarcastic as she could be. She looked at her husband's 
tormentor and said, "if John can't satisfy you real soon, 
I'll be back." Vonda slapped John across the face again and 
said she would be glad to. Barb kissed Vonda again, driving 
her tongue past the black woman's lips. This was a side of 
his wife John never knew existed. It excited and repulsed 
him at the same time.

Janelle was waiting at the edge of the bed when Barb 
finally got there. She stood next to Barb, turned towards 
the Amazon and said, "Vonda, honey, isn't my first lady 
here one fine lookin' white chick?" Vonda acknowledged that 
she was. "And," Janelle continued, "wouldn't you like to 
see what she's packin'?" Vonda said she would. Barb was 
wearing a plain white blouse, heeled sandals, and tight 
blue jeans that showed off her figure. Janelle unbuttoned 
the two top buttons of Barb's blouse, slid her hand inside, 
fondled one of her friend's breasts, and said to Vonda, 
"Well, girlfriend, it's gonna cost ya. Whatcha gonna pay 
me?"

Vonda jumped off the bed. She grabbed three of the fingers 
on John's hand and jerked him to his feet. This wrestling 
hold was too painful to resist, not that he was strong 
enough to do so, anyway. Vonda grabbed his elbow with her 
free hand, twisted his arm, and spun his body to face hers. 
Her foot suddenly left the floor and she blasted John 
across the stomach with her shin. She turned towards 
Janelle and Barb as John doubled over. Sneering, Janelle 
unbuttoned one more button. Barb glared at John as Vonda 
looked back at him and let another kick fly to his stomach. 
Three more buttons, four more kicks. John was gasping for 
air and trying to hold what was left of his abdomen with 
his free hand.

Once all the buttons were undone, Janelle pulled one half 
of Barb's blouse over her shoulder. Barb wasn't wearing a 
bra and within a heartbeat a black hand was holding up an 
exposed breast...full, soft, and, as the dime novels say, 
the color of the finest alabaster. She waited for Vonda to 
make one last 'payment' to take it all off. John understood 
the look in their eyes and braced for the grand finale. 
Vonda looked at him, sneered, and landed her foot squarely 
on his scrotum. She pushed him back onto the bed and 
allowed him to writhe in pain, unmolested -- for the time 
being.

The rest of the blouse came off and Barb put her hands 
behind her head, allowing her fleshy mounds to get some 
air. John had seen her tits many times but somehow, in this 
unpleasant setting, they looked sexier than ever. Without 
saying another word, Barb laid down on the bed, stuck her 
chest up in the air, and threw her arms above her head, 
over the edge of the cot in anticipation. Janelle climbed 
top of her, embraced and began to French-kiss her, leaving 
just a little space between their lips so John could 
clearly see what was going on.

Vonda slapped him again and chided him for turning away 
from her. Barb and Janelle just ignored them and went on 
with what they were doing. John started to get a slight 
erection but lost it as soon as he glanced up and took a 
look at Vonda, who promptly smacked him again for 
disappointing her.

The two women came up for a breath of fresh air. Barb 
removed Janelle's blouse. John was impressed with her 
muscular body but dare not make it too obvious that he was 
looking, lest he bring Vonda's wrath upon him once again. 
He also liked the way her breasts were heaving out of her 
bra. It turned him on to see his wife feeling up a strange 
woman, culminating in the removal of her bra.

Standing, both women, now topless, snickered to themselves 
as they picked up on John's glances. Barb caressed 
Janelle's arms and shoulders, causing her nipples to swell. 
She pressed her chest to Janelle's, rubbing tits and 
grabbing each other's ample, round asses.

Barb let her hand slide down to her lover's crotch and 
started to finger her, just as she did to Vonda, but this 
time she made it last. Barb moved into position and 
proceeded to lick Janelle's tits, which were now at full 
erection. They changed position after a few minutes, and as 
Janelle was licking the blonde woman's tits, bringing her 
nipples up, Barbed turned to John and said, coldly, "You 
have good taste, dear. These niggers are a great fuck. I'm 
only sorry I waited so long." Then, to twist the knife, she 
grabbed Jannelle by the back of her head and forced another 
deep kiss and chest-press. Somewhere in the process, the 
rest of their clothes ended up on the floor.

It wasn't long before they were on the bed again. Barb got 
on first, spreading her legs wide open and Janelle was 
quick to accommodate her. Vonda never took her cold stare 
off of John to make sure he was paying attention to her 
instead of looking over at his wife getting her pussy 
sucked -- by a woman.

Barb was quick to climax and held her peak but Vonda made 
sure John dared not look. He was jealous and hurt that he 
wasn't able to bring his wife to such an intense orgasm. 
Vonda let him catch a quick glance at his wife returning 
the favor, burying her face in Janelle's snatch. This was a 
side of Barb that he never knew existed, as she brought 
Janelle to a thrilling orgasm. She only allowed herself the 
briefest respite before getting up and walking over to 
Vonda.

"I told you I'd be back," she said. Barb took Vonda's hand 
and guided him off her husband. He started to get up when 
Janelle scurried around behind him. She grabbed his arm and 
threw it in a hammerlock quicker than he knew what hit him. 
Janelle said, "You ain't goin' nowhere, clown. Only place 
you're goin' is to watch your pretty wife do what you 
couldn't!"

Vonda followed Barb over to a nearby chair and sat down. 
The attractive blonde sat on Vonda's lap, facing her and 
straddling her, letting her soft hair drape around the 
large woman's shoulders and neck. Each woman started 
caressing the other's arms, shoulders, and eventually, 
breasts. Barb said, "John, I don't know why you couldn't 
get it up. She's got a great set of tits – and I can't wait 
to suck her pussy." As soon as she finished her last word, 
Barb pressed her lips to Vonda's.

Janelle took advantage of John's miserable state to have 
some fun of her own. Still keeping him in a hammerlock, she 
reached around and started playing with his cock, which 
finally started to come to life. "Hey," she said, "your 
man's startin' to finally act like a man. You want him?" 
Barb, not breaking stride or even turning her head in their 
direction, replied, "Naaa…I'm Vonda's bitch right now," as 
she embraced the large black woman even tighter and went 
back to kissing her, both women now starting to writhe in 
pleasure.

John couldn't believe his own wife could be so non-caring 
about him, let alone find pleasure in lesbian relations 
with black women. Janelle skillfully wrestled him back to 
the bed. She inverted position, wrapping his head in a 
scissors between her muscular legs and placing his cock in 
her mouth. As she sucked him off, he finally got a long-
overdue erection but it was a dry hole and he quickly lost 
it. Janelle said, "I always knew he was a limp-dick son of 
a bitch. You finish him off. I'm gonna have some real fun 
over here."

John was clearly broken. He watched as his wife started 
kissing the black Amazon who had physically beaten him, and 
now the other powerful black woman who had just beaten his 
libido tossed him off the bed by twisting her body, his 
head still firmly clamped between her legs. She rolled him 
around the floor with ease. He made a half-hearted effort 
to protect himself but it was no use. She was stronger, 
faster, more skilled, and more aggressive. In between 
tosses she would rub his nose in it by burying his face in 
her pussy or her tits, then remind him how he couldn't get 
it up. Also not wanting to leave any lasting scars, she 
kneed him in the stomach and plowed her forearm across his 
chest and back. She positioned him so he could get a good 
look at what his wife was doing to Vonda, then threw some 
exotic hold on him so he couldn't move or turn away.

Barb caught what was happening out of the corner of her eye 
and took her cue. She pressed her tits against Vonda's 
massive mounds and slid down. She got on her knees, wrapped 
her arms around the large woman's massive thighs and 
started licking and kissing the inside of her creamy black 
legs. Vonda responded by leaning back and arching her 
chest, making her tits look larger than ever, as her 
nipples expanded. Barb deliberately positioned herself so 
her husband could see everything that she was doing. She 
extended her tongue and ran it over Vonda's thick, deep 
bush, slowly pushing it into her pussy, eventually placing 
her mouth, wide-open, over it. Vonda grabbed her behind the 
head and forced her face even deeper in as she climaxed.

When she finished, she rose to her feet and walked over to 
where Janelle still had John firmly in her grip. She 
dragged him to his feet. Barb planted a passionate kiss on 
his lips and told Janelle to let him go. He thought all had 
been forgiven and things would go back to what they were. 
But as soon as Janelle released him, Barb blasted her knee 
right in his breadbasket. Vonda and Janelle looked at each 
other with glee. Anita moved in closer to capture all the 
action. Barb waited just a second for her camerawoman to 
frame up the picture, then closed up her fist and belted 
John in the eye. First he had no idea his wife was a 
lesbian, and now he learned that she also packed a wallop. 
She grabbed his wrist, extended and twisted his arm, kneed 
him in the stomach once again, forcing him to double over, 
then she stepped to his back and kicked him in the ass. He 
landed against the wall, too stunned to know what to do 
next.

Barb deftly walked over to the stack of clothes and put her 
panties and jeans back on. Then she walked over to her 
husband, still leaning and cowering against the wall and 
said, "What's the matter, Johnny boy…are we women just too 
much for you?" She squared off against him, clenching fists 
and raising them. "C'mon, you chicken-shit. Fight me! If 
you really want to hurt me like you did, now's your 
chance!" John didn't know what to do. He slowly turned 
towards his wife, trying to buy time and see what her next 
move was going to be. He quickly found out: it was a left 
to the cheek. He reeled against the wall. He bounced off 
and instinctively put up his own dukes, taking a feeble 
swing towards he didn't know what.

Barb yelled, "That's more like it, asshole!" It didn't take 
any effort for her to dodge the weak punch. She replied 
with a quick right to his stomach and another left to the 
chin, which sent him away from the wall. Now with 
maneuvering room, John walked backward and took a few 
swings, which Barb intentionally avoided by the narrowest 
of margins. She launched a few left jabs, then wound up and 
Delivered a haymaker right-cross to his eye, which sent him 
flying over a chair. He landed with a dull 'thud' and just 
lay there, motionless, waiting for the next blow he knew he 
could do nothing about. Another talent nobody knew she had!

The three women silently gathered up all their clothes and 
headed towards the door. Barb reached in her pocket, took 
out a key, and unlocked it. Vonda and Janelle were the 
first to leave, followed by Barb, who threw the key on the 
floor in her husband's direction. Anita stood in the 
doorway and finally turned off her camcorder. She ejected 
the tape, held it up and said, "If you play your cards 
wrong, you can purchase copies in your local video store. 
There'll be enough copies for all your friends."