"I heard shots! Lots of them! What's going on, Johnny?" asked Nellie frantically.

"Capone's doing his best to take over Shy-town, baby! We need to leave. His thugs will be coming after us next."

"What about the club? My job?"

Johnny scanned his sweet Nellie's lush frame with his dark eyes. She had what it took to make any man melt. That shiny bobbed blonde hair, those crystal blue eyes, and curves that raced everywhere. "This town is going to hell, if it's not already there. You belong in Hollywood, baby."

"You really think so, Johnny?" Nellie fluttered her long dark blonde lashes at her lover, and reached down to her stockings to pull out a small silver flask. She offered it to Johnny, and he lifted it before him. "Here's to the best lookin' liquor cabinet ever designed." He took in the cheap bourbon, and handed the flask back to Nellie. "Pack up your stuff. We've got to go. Capone's boys are working through the ranks, and I'll be next."

"If this is so, then they'll be hiding out for awhile, and we've got a few hours. I don't want to spend all of them packing. What better way to spend St. Valentine's Day? Nellie came over to Johnny, and pushed him down on the couch. He was not so tough now. His gangster threads were loose, and his collar was undone. Nellie unbuttoned his starched shirt quickly, and ran her hands over his smooth, tanned chest. She stroked him lightly, then grabbed his collar by both hands and drew him to her. Their lips locked in a bourbon-flavoured kiss that soon changed into pure sweetness. Nellie ran her hands through Johnny's dark hair, and let her kisses trail down his neck. "Where will we go?" she whispered.

"Anywhere you want," answered Johnny. He lifted Nellie up, and switched places with her. He quickly unbuttoned Nellie's forest green cotton dress and untied its sash. She looked fantastic clad only in her underthings, merely a bit less than she would wear when singing at the club. He reached behind and popped the many hooks of her brassier, and her firm breasts came free.

"So nice to let them loose," he said as he stroked her silky flesh. "Why do you women bind them up anyway?"

"So as not to spoil the line of our beads, silly. They're all yours for now."

Johnny sunk kisses into Nellie's warm neck, and Nellie gasped as simple sensations rocked her body. She arched her back up, urging Johnny to go on. He did so, lavishing attention on her twin globes, teasing, stroking, suckling them. His hands travelled another path down to her thighs, and he teased the flesh there. He thighs were firm from dancing, strong enough to wrap about him, to hold him as he rode her. No longer did he tease the silky thighs, but went on to find a wet treasure that awaited him. Good Lord, but she was so ready, and he thought he would burst if he didn't get in there, and fast!

Nellie unzipped his woolen trousers, and let his silken shaft fly free. She teased his thighs, and stroked the fleshy lance with her expert hands. She felt she would die tonight on this couch if he did not take her, so intense was the heat within the centre of her.

"What are you waiting for, Johnny?"

"Not a thing, sweets. Not a thing."

Nellie opened up to him, and he plunged into her, repeating this dance they knew so well. Nellie pulled up to meet him, up and back, stroke for stroke, as she wrapped her strong, dancer's thighs about him. She felt her inner fire grow hotter and brighter, until it could glow no more, and an explosion of pure delight covered her. "Go, Johnny! More! There has to be more!" she cried into the snowy night.

"Never so much as now. What do you do to me, Nell?" Johnny drove on, taking Nellie and himself to new heights of desire and delight. He could feel her pulsing about him as wave after wave took her, and rode home on the biggest of them. He released his own energy into her, pouring into Nellie that which made him what he was.

Nellie sprung up, renewed, and ran to the bathroom. She returned, clean, and proceeded to clean Johnny off with a warm, wet towel. "I think I'm ready to pack now."

"Let's head south, to the Florida Keys. We'll have so much more time for such sweet boffing there. No Capone, no Bugs Moran, just lots of sunshine and beaches."

"Great plan, Johnny! I'm sure swimming in the Florida Straits will be better than Lake Michigan any day. I'm off to pack my swim suit!" Nellie flung the warm towel down onto Johnny's lap, and made ready for another trip to paradise.