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She had ruined his life, and now he had to pick up the pieces, and make the best of it. Roxanne could very vaguely remember his real mother. She died when he was two and a half years old. He would pick him up and cuddle him, laugh with him, tickle him. Then, suddenly, she was there no more. For three years after that, nannies looked after him. When he was six, his father brought home a woman. Ricky, as he was called then, knew this was more than a nanny. His father made a fuss over this woman, who was called Dolores. Dolores made a fuss over him, would always tousle his hair in a friendly way. Dolores had de- signs on Ricky’s father; as far as she was concerned, Henry was her meal ticket. Henry was a hard-working businessman. Henry had his own motive for going around with Delores; he wanted a mother for his son. Ricky was used to being left with a babysitter as his father took Dolores to some high-class nightclub for a meal. Of course Ricky was in bed fast asleep when they came back and made to his father’s bedroom. The following morning would see Dolores emerge from his father’s room, in a pretty pink lacy nightdress, with his father’s hands round her waist. One day, his father came to Ricky’s room. “Ricky, do you like Dolores?” “Yes, Father.” Page - 3 BREASTS TO DIE FOR BY BLIND RUTH Copyrighted Material Not for Redistribution or Resale “ I’m glad of that because Dolores is to be your new mother. I can see she gets on well with you.” Little Ricky thought, “A mother at last, someone to love me like my own mother.” *** Ricky, like all boys of his age, was always playing ball games. To Dolores this was a dammed nuisance; she didn’t really like little boys. All they seemed to do was get their clothes dirty. His room was always in a mess. If she had her way, she would use the paddle on him. When Henry was around she always smiled at Ricky, but alone she scowled and complained to him about his untidy appear- ance. “It’s the end of a paddle you need, my boy!” Poor Ricky did not know what to make of it; Dolores had been so nice to him before she married his father. Sometime, Dolores would snuggle up to Henry. “You know, darling, Ricky has been a bad boy today, he has dirtied up his clothes again. That boy needs a man’s hand on him, dear. Give him a bit of the paddle, to learn a lesson.” Then she would kiss him and press her breasts against Henry. Henry was not a violent man and such methods were not his way. “Dolores, leave it with me. I will have a talk with Ricky.” This sort of answer irritated Dolores, but she didn’t let it show; to her Henry was a feeble man. Still he had quite a large sum of money. Henry did talk to his son. “Ricky, I know Dolores is not your mother but you must do as she says for your own good. You do like her, don’t you? I know she likes you.” Ricky said nothing about what Dolores had said to him, but was glad his fa- ther was there to protect him from what she had threatened. Unfortunately for Ricky, his father was not to remain in this world much longer. *** Many years before Henry Cummings met Delores, he had a mild heart attack. This worried Henry. What would happen to little Ricky should the worst happen? This made him decide to marry again, to find a mother for Ricky, but Henry was a bad judge of women. He had been lucky when he married Nora, a good woman who loved her son. Dolores was a different kettle of fish. True, she was a very beautiful woman, but Dolores was a scheming designing woman. Dolores knew her best asset was her body, and by sleeping around, she found herself in the cir- cles that Henry operated in. Of course Henry did not know of her past, and Dolo- res made sure he never heard about any of it. Page - 4 Copyright by Reluctant Press All Rights Reserved After about a year of marriage, Henry had a heart attack. The doctor took Dolo- res aside. “Mrs. Cummings, your husband has had a severe heart attack and he needs lots of rest, I will prescribe some pills which will help.” “Doctor, what will happen if he does not rest? You know he is a very deter- mined man, and he lives for his work.” “Mrs. Cummings, he has to rest. Another attack like this and you could be a widow. You don’t want that, do you?” “Oh no, doctor.” *** What the doctor had said pleased Dolores although she showed no signs of it. She was many years younger than Henry and she really didn’t like his pawing over her body in bed. But Dolores put up with it. “Some day,” she said to herself, “he may not be here and I’ll have all that money.” Now she had a chance to do something about that. Her scheming little mind had a plan to kill Henry. They would never think she was a murderess; her trump card was her beauty. But before that happened she must secure the man’s money for herself so she could have a life of luxury. Her attitude towards little Ricky changed. She again fussed over him and stopped scolding him. Ricky could not understand his stepmother, she blew hot and cold. The next thing Dolores did was install single beds in their bedroom. “You need your rest, Henry and no distractions at night.” “What a considerate woman Dolores is,” Henry thought. “I’ve made the right decision picking her for Ricky’s mother.” The first part of Dolores’ strategy had gone according to plan. Henry was slowly regaining his strength, though. This was not good news for Dolores, so the second part of her plan quickly came into operation. “Darling,” she said one night as she sat at the vanity removing her makeup, “I hate to bring this up and maybe I shouldn’t. It’s little Ricky I’m thinking about.” Dolores deliberately hesitated, to add emphasis on the point. “Go on, Dolores.” “Well darling, is little Ricky taken care of monetarily? I hate to say this and I know it will never happen…” “Out with it, woman,” Henry said. If she had been an actress, Delores would surely have received an Oscar for the next lines. “If you died… Oh, I just love that little boy!” Page - 5 BREASTS TO DIE FOR BY BLIND RUTH Copyrighted Material Not for Redistribution or Resale Dolores, now in tears, came over to Henry and put her arms round his neck.