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Mother Mary

By: Dstep



Mary Mae.

Oh, God, why is she haunting me as I lay here dying? All I see is her face and those three days. Why not my wife and my two daughters? Shouldn't they be my last thoughts in this world? After all, they are the reason I stole $1.5 million in cocaine and $5 million in cash and drove half way across the country.

Mother Mary.

Is that smoke I smell? I remember there was a fire. Everything is getting hazy. My entire past is disappearing, except those three days. Is this Hell? Is God punishing me for what I did in that small Kansas town?

Mary Magdalene.

Oh no, it's starting again.

1

Washington's top DEA agent, or ex-DEA agent of two days, James Whitten (Dane Cole by his drivers license) drove his Government issue Expedition down a deserted stretch of Kansas highway. His eyes moved nervously from the road to the rear view mirror behind his sunglasses. 

The hazard of carrying one point five million in cocaine and five million in cash.

He had stayed on these little used highways since leaving Washington to avoid police and anyone who might be looking for him. Which were law enforcers of the entire United States.

It amazed him that one day he is considered the greatest hero America has ever seen, then America's most wanted the next. But the real question was, would he still be a criminal if America knew that had stolen the cocaine and cash to save his family from the very man the cocaine and cash were taken from?

Actually, he thought not.

It really surprised him that he hadn't been caught yet. After all, he was driving a Government vehicle. He guessed the most obvious means of escape were the last to be thought of. It made him want to laugh.

The only reason he didn't was the signs that lined the side of the road.

JESUS SAVES

JESUS IS COMING

REPENT AND LIVE FOREVER IN GLORY

And that was just a few.

He wasn't a religious man, and chills ran up his spine every time he saw one.

James sighed and glanced into the rear view mirror for the 12,439th time before reaching for the pack of cigarettes on the dashboard. Before his fingers could touch the cellophane-covered box, there was a loud pop under the hood, followed by a pounding. If he looked close, he could see the hood jump up slightly at every bump.

"What the fuck?" James muttered and looked to the instrument panel.

All needles dropped and the engine died.

"This is just fucking great," James said ripping the sunglasses off and throwing them into the passenger seat. James turned the wheel and coasted to a stop on the shoulder.

Once the Expedition came to a stop, thick white smoke billowed from under the hood. James threw the Expedition into park and turned the key off. Not that it needed, just a force of habit. 

James then angrily threw the door open and climbed out. Time was short and this was the last thing he needed. He popped the hood before slamming the door shut. There was a loud click and the hood lifted slightly. 

Cussing under his breath, James walked around to the hood. This was the last thing he needed. If he wasn't in Texas by morning, Joy, Kristin, and Anna would be dead by the hands of Enrique Mandez.

James reached the hood and lifted it. Smoke poured out and James could taste the sweet nauseating taste of antifreeze. Before the smoke could clear, James was turned away from the Expedition and facing a green highway sign.

REDEMPTION 8

He pulled his cell phone, well the cell phone, from his pocket. His cell phone was sitting in the front seat of the moving van at the bottom of the river. This was the cell phone Enrique had left in his mail box two days ago, the only means he had of being told his next move. James dialed 411.

"Redemption," he said when asked the city.

2

Ten minutes later, James saw the red tow truck coming his way. The closer it got, the more he wondered if it was red or just covered in rust. It slowed and pulled onto the opposite shoulder and James saw the words GARRET'S GARAGE painted on the side of the door in yellow.

James stood next to the Expedition as the tow truck backed up. When the tow truck stopped, the engine shut off and a skinny man dressed in grey coveralls and covered in grease climbed out of the drivers side. The man had long curly greying hair sprouting from under a cap, a five o'clock shadow and wire rim glasses and had the slight look of a simpleton.

Redemption must be a small town, James thought looking at the man. He was the exact stereotype for the small town garage owner.

The man started towards James and the Expedition, a small smile on his grease streaked face.

"You're obviously the one who called, so I won't ask," he said. When he reached James he extended a hand. "I'm Garret."

James looked at Garret's hand. It was the only part of him not streaked with grease. James took Garret's hand and shook it. "Dane Cole," James said. He wasn't sure if Garret watched the news, but he gave the alias to be on the safe side.

Garret's smile widened slightly. "Well, let's get 'er hooked up and take a look"

James nodded as Garret released his hand and went straight to work hooking the Expedition up. He wasn't sure why, but he like this man immediately. He just had the feel of a good man.

3

James was looking out the window when they passed the city limit sign.

WELCOME TO

REDEMPTION

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE A CLEAN SLATE WITH THE LORD?

James tried not to laugh. 

They drove down Main street, the perfect Rockwellian small town. Brick buildings, clean streets, white picket fences, polished lamp post, I guess you get the picture. Before they could reach the court house and town square, which James could slightly see ahead of them, Garret turned the tow truck into a small garage and filling station.

Garret backed the tow truck perfectly into one of the two spots in the garage and lowered the Expedition. James and Garret got out and Garret unhooked the Expedition in seconds and parked the tow truck off to the side.

When Garret came back into the garage, he walked straight to the Expedition. "Let's have a look see," he said lifting the hood.

James stood next to him, not that he knew any thing, he was as illiterate in the car business as Garret was in brain surgery.

Garret looked over the engine, poking and prodding here and there. After two minutes, Garret lifted his head and looked to James. "Well, the good news is, the engine's fine."

"What's the bad news?" James asked.

"Well, your drive beat snapped and wrapped around the alternator pulley and spun around cutting the battery wire, and most of the power wires, plus it put a large gash in the radiator."

James sighed heavily and closed his eyes.

"The good thing is," Garret started seeing the defeat in James face. "I can fix it, but it's going to take a while."

James looked at Garret. "Like how long?"

"That depends," Garret said. "I don't have the parts here and nothing's open today," There was a short pause. "I could call a friend of mine in Tulsa and see what he's got."

"Good," James wanted to say more, like what are you waiting for? But he knew the man was doing the best he could, it wasn't his fault. James pulled the cell phone from his pocket. "I need to make a phone call myself."

Garret nodded and walked into the office. James walked out of the garage and dialed Enrique's number.

There were two rings then, "Why are you calling me James?" Enrique said in his heavy Spanish accent.

"I've got a slight problem," James said holding back the anger at this monster. There was silence on the other end. "I had a little car trouble and the garage I'm at doesn't have the parts I need."

"That's rather unfortunate for you and your family," Enrique said. The sounds of screaming in the background erupted.

"No," James whispered.

At that moment, Garret stepped out of the garage. James turned to him. "I can have it done Tuesday morning," he said.

Garret stood there a moment, Joy and the girls screams filled his ears as he looked at Garret. Garret finally turned and walked back into the garage.

"I'll be back on the road Tuesday morning, I promise," James said, tears welling up behind his eyes.

"Not good enough," Enrique said. James could hear the smile in his voice.

There was the ear shattering sound of a gun shot that silenced the screams.

"NOOOOO," James yelled.

"Now the real question you have to ask is, did I really shoot your wife and kids or not. And if I did, who did I shoot?"

The phone went dead in his hand. James dropped to his knees and started to cry. His life had been in order, he had a good job, and his family was nearly perfect. All destroyed by a single man who by all rights should be behind bars right now. The glory of the American Judicial system. It amazed him how one small technicality could put a murderer, drug dealer, and all around monster back on the streets.

James slowly wiped the tears away and stood up. He took a deep breath and walked back into the garage. Garret was already busy under the hood of the Expedition.

"I think I'll take a walk around town," James said.

Garret looked out from under the hood. "Okay, but you won't find nut'un. Everything's closed for the revival."

James had to smile. "Revival?"

"Yeah, everything in town closes every Sunday for church. Or revivals. The glory of living in the bible belt."

"Why are you open?"

"Not much of a God man," Garret said, then smiled wide. "And the wife hates it."

James smiled back. "I just might check this revival out myself."

"Have fun," Garret said and went back to the job at hand.

James stood there for a moment before turning and walking out of the garage. James didn't know it at the time, but he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life.

4

The streets of Redemption were lined with cars, and main street was overrun with shops, but there was nobody out, and all the shops had CLOSED signs hanging in the door. As James walked west towards the town square, he could hear singing. With every step closer, the singing grew louder. He could also see a large red tent revealing itself with each step.

Once the town square was fully in view, he could see the large tent standing in the center with a posterboard sign.

REVEREND HANNAM 

AND THE

LADIES OF CHRIST 

INVITE ALL TO REJOICE IN THE GLORY OF THE LORD

James crossed the bright green grass and pushed the tent flap aside. The heat, smell of saw dust and sweat, and singing hit James, nearly suffocating him. Hesitantly, James stepped in.

The chorus of some Hymn James didn't recognize bellowed from the choir and the people in the audience. Some voices were too high, some too low, and most were completely off key, but one voice rang out like crystal. James scanned the audience and choir until his eyes fell on one girl that stuck out like a sore thumb.

She had long blond hair, bright blue eyes, and skin that looked flawless from where he stood. She was also the only one in the tent dressed in a color other then black, white or tan. She wore a pink v-neck blouse that revealed just a small fraction of cleavage and was nearly sleeveless, and tight blue jeans. She was a vision of beauty, and the voice to match. 

James and the girl locked eyes for just a moment. James felt his heart speed slightly and a heat rise in his groin, but thoughts of Joy and the girls quickly killed the fire.

The choir finished and the girl smiled at James as they sat down. An old man dressed in a three piece blue suit stepped up to the podium on the stage.

"Let's give our wonderful choir a hand," he said wiping sweat from his brow.

The crowd clapped loudly.

Reverend Hannam leaned against the podium and spoke into the microphone. "Let's give praise to the Lord for this glorious Sunday morning."

"Amen," the crowd chanted in unison

"Our Lord and Savior came to me in a dream last night," Hannam continued. "He said, 'My son I have a job for you.' And I told him speak and I shall obey."

"What did he say?"

"He told me, 'My son you are my voice in Redemption. And I want you to be my voice there.'"

"Amen."

James looked from Hannam to the girl again. She wasn't paying any attention to Hannam, she was watching James. He felt nervous and edgy suddenly. Did this girl know him? Was his rescue attempt over? He felt his throat close at the prospect of being turned in. He had to get out.

"And from here, he told me to spread his word to the world. He wants Redemption to be the center of his great and holy word."

"Amen."

"I feel my job is done here, now I must branch out."

"Hallelujah."

"But to branch out, I beg of you children of God, dig deep and give so the word of God can reach the ears of the world."

James had had enough. Not only was the girl making him paranoid, but this pompous ass had this whole town brain washed. He would bet everything that the whole town was reaching deep into their pockets or purses to fund this asshole. It was probably money to pay for his whores, no, the old women of his "flock" would do that for free if he said it was what "God" wanted. It was more likely for drugs or gambling debts.

"Fuck this," James muttered as he turned and exited the tent.

5

James found himself sitting on a bench in front of what could only be described as a soda shop. It was closed, but through the large front window he could see the bar and stools. It had an authentic '50's look to it.

The sun felt good on him, and the cigarette he was puffing on tasted even better. The paranoia of the girl staring at him had ceased and through the power of deductive reasoning, he decided that Enrique more then likely didn't shoot Joy, or one of the girls. James had just as much advantage over Enrique as Enrique had over him. If not for his current situation, life was good again.

After an hour of sitting on the bench, he started seeing people walking around. The revival of the "Great and powerful Hannam" must be over. James was about to stand and walk back to Garret's when the blond in the pink blouse sat down next to him.

James jumped slightly.

"Why'd you leave?" she said smiling at him. "You missed my solo."

James looked around. This had to be a dream, he didn't know this girl, yet here she was talking to him like they were old friends. James looked back at her.

"I'm sorry," he said. "Do I know you?"

"Oh sorry," she said and gave a small laugh. "Mary Mae," she said "And you are?"

James opened his mouth but stopped. He had forgotten his alias for a moment. "Dane Cole," he said after a moments pause.

"Now that we know each other," she said, the smile never leaving her face. "Why did you leave the revival so early? You missed my solo."

"Sorry," James said. He suddenly felt at ease. Now he knew this girl, Mary, but didn't know who she really was. "But I feel the Reverend Hannam is a bit of a pompous ass."

Mary laughed. "Thank God, I thought I was the only one who felt that way."

James laughed, he couldn't help it, her laugh was contagious.

"To be honest, the only reason I go to his church is because it's expected from the towns pride and joy," she said rolling her eyes.

"Pride and Joy?" James laughed slightly.

"Don't laugh," she said still smiling. "This is a small town and I'm the first to be accepted into an ivy league college."

"Oh yeah, what college is that?" James asked. Just as with Garret, he couldn't help but like Mary. Not only was she beautiful, but she was smart too.

"Yale," she said, lifting her head slightly. She looked to James and laughed again. "Sorry, I have to practice my snotty look."

James shook his head and smiled at her. "I never would have guessed you as a high school graduate, I was thinking along the lines of sixteen."

Mary hit him lightly on the arm. "I'm insulted."

James rubbed his arm. "Believe me, when you reach my age, you'll enjoy people saying you look younger."

"What do you mean? You can't be more then 24."

"33," James said.

"Wow grandpa," she said.

James looked at her a look of fake hurt on his face. She leaned closer and shoulder bumped him. Stop, he told himself. She's flirting and you're flirting back. You are a married man. The voice quickly quieted.

"So, you're obviously new to town," she said. "What brings you to Redemption?"

"I had some car trouble outside of town, and now I have to wait a few days for it to be fixed."

"Well, it's a good thing you broke down now," she said.

"Why's that?"

"There's a fair tomorrow night, but for tonight I'll take you to Della's, the best café in this part of Kansas." she said.

James looked at her and smiled. "Boy you don't beat around the bush do you?"

Mary only smiled.

"Besides, I can't. I'm married," he said showing her the wedding ring on his left hand.

"Well, where's the wife?" she asked, never losing her smile.

"She's in Texas," he said truthfully. "We're moving there and her and our daughters went ahead and are waiting for me," he lied.

"Well, it doesn't have to be a date silly," she said. "I just thought I could show you around the enormous town of Redemption. I can even show you the way to the hotel."

James could only stare at her. He couldn't take his eyes off her. "Okay," he finally agreed."

Her smile widened and she slapped his leg before standing. "Good, let's go."

James stood and followed her west.

6

Twenty minutes later, James and Mary were seated in a both at Della's café. The café was filled to capacity and boomed with overlapping conversation. All patrons were still dressed in their Sunday best. James didn't say anything, but he was never more uncomfortable.

A large plate of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, corn, a large slice of apple pie, and a large glass of iced tea sat on the table before him, barely touched.

"You haven't eaten much," Mary said looking at James. Her plate was nearly clean.

"Not much of an appetite," James said faking a smile. In truth he was feeling more then a little guilty sitting here with Mary. Sure they weren't doing anything, but he would be lying if he said those thoughts weren't running through his mind. Mary was full of energy and a very bubbly young woman. She had talked ever since they had sat down and James half listened. And when Mary would lean forward to tell him something she didn't want the rest of the café to hear, his eyes shot straight to her chest. Each time, she seemed to lean slightly more forward, revealing more of her cleavage.

James didn't realize it, but the Reverend Hannam had approached their table.

"Your singing was angelic today," Hannam said, startling James.

Mary looked to Hannam and smiled. "Thank you," she said smiling. James let his eyes linger on Mary a moment before looking to Hannam.

"And who is your friend?" Hannam asked looking at James.

"Oh, sorry Reverend," Mary said. "This is Mr. Dane Cole. He is visiting our little community for a few days."

"It's just Dane," James said extending a hand to Hannam. Hannam took his hand and shook it.

"I saw you at the revival this morning," Hannam said almost accusingly. "You didn't stay long."

"Yes," James said. "It was just a little too hot in there for my taste."

"I see," Hannam said stiffening slightly. "Very well. See you Wednesday for choir practice Mary?" he asked turning to Mary.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Mary said smiling.

"Good," Hannam said and turned to James. "Mr. Cole," he said bowing his head slightly.

"Father," James said, smiling at Mary. Mary smiled back.

Hannam took a deep breath and walked away. Mary couldn't old the laugh, she let it out and James followed suit. Her laughter was still contagious.

"You shouldn't insult the Reverend that way," Mary said still smiling. James hadn't seen that smile waver since the moment he saw her in the tent.

"Fuck 'im," James said.


Mother Mary I



Mary found Lisa sitting in the booth by the corner of the Applebee's that they were told to meet up at. She had been kind enough to order Mary's food for her. An oriental chicken salad and a frosty smoothie, to her dismay.

She sat down across from Lisa. "I thought I told you I didn't want anything fattening," she said. Knowing Mary, Lisa was prepared for her attitude, had grown accustomed to it. 

"Well, this is Applebee's, hun," she replied. "You can't expect perfection when it comes to looking casual. Then again, what would you know about that?" Lisa eyed her friend's clothing. Most people who would come to a small food-chain like Applebee's wouldn't dress up. Then again, Mary was not like most people—-which made sense, considering her family moved from New York to Michigan. "For scenery and peacefulness, or some hippie horseshit like that," Mary said. 

Since Mary's arrival in Michigan, she had been inducted into the popular crowd of teenagers instantly. She figured that most small cities like Michigan didn't often get a chance to meet people from somewhere as prestigious as New York. It would've been the equivalent of any regular old somebody coming across Johnny Depp or Brad Pitt.

And she flaunted it as much as she could. Going into college, she was nothing to scoff at. Red hair waved and flowed down to her well-toned shoulders. Her eyes looked as though emeralds were trapped inside them and that, like the sun, they could burn out yours if you stared at them for too long. She always wore clothing that was spick and span and avoided every possibility to get even the tiniest stain on them—-often costing her grades and her sociability. Her wardrobe consisted of pastel colors—-namely blues and reds—-and thin little pencil skirts, along with stockings and heels. A future fashion model or even a possible designer, she thought, should never be caught wearing less than her best.

Though she took no special pride in them, the parts of her body meant to attract the opposite sex were certainly well-developed. Even in her high school years, she was fairly well-developed, considering the girls at that age. By now, a pair of round—-natural, she liked to add—-F cup breasts rested on her chest. One could look down at the shadow underneath her curvy rear and be just as pleased with looking at her from the front. Around some gentlemen, she took advantage of her assets on occasion and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her cute little blouses just to watch a man's willpower weaken.

She had never allowed a single man to touch her, however. Why would she? Popularity came with the price that if you slept with a man—-especially at this age—-you could be considered as worthy as a slut. Besides, she enjoyed the power it gave her. Doing so made her feel like that biblical 'forbidden apple', and she'd keep things that way for as long as it pleased her.

"So," Lisa said, "are you gonna talk about the plan and why you need me to be a part of it? Or are you going to think about somebody narrating your life's story and talk about how great you are?"

Mary sneered at Lisa. She didn't enjoy her new friend's—-she used the term 'friend' loosely—-snark and apathetic nature. But she wanted the job done tonight and it was getting closer and closer to dusk through the windows. Besides, following social etiquette would prove to this pale little hipster who was the bigger woman.

"I need money soon and, quite frankly, I don't have any. In about three months, there will be an opportunity for me to follow my dreams and leave this town. A fashion group is looking for some new designers and I know that they'll need me."

"Okay," Lisa said, seeming bored as all hell.

"Well, mom and dad won't back me up on this. They have the money, but they tell me that I'm not getting anything!" Mary waited for Lisa to act shocked.

Lisa was trying, and did a fairly decent job, of stifling back a snarky comment. Smirking, on the other hand, was a harder thing to stifle. Mary sneered again.

"They say it's because of bad grades or I've been flirting with boys or some other parental crap like that. One, grades will have nothing to do with designing clothes in the future. Two, I haven't even had a relationship with a boy in my entire life!"

Lisa just nodded like a bored psychiatrist.

"So...I need you to help me get money," Mary finally said.

"Why me?"

"Well, you know technology and computers and all that! You're good with hacking and secrecy and all that computer, technological shit, aren't you?"

Lisa sat still for a second, silent. For a minute, she didn't think that Mary would really go into stereotypes of this kind. Then again, she realized that this was Mary and all shock evaporated.

"Well, for future reference, not every person who is... an 'enthusiast' of technology is secretly a spy. But count yourself really lucky that my mother owns a company that makes security cameras and my father works for the government."

Mary smiled. Things were looking up for her. Then she thought for a moment. "Wait, what does your father do?"

Lisa took a few minutes. "Don't ask and we'll get along fine."

Mary understood well enough.

"So, do we have a plan to get some money? I'd like to make some as soon as possible."

Lisa smiled. "Well, let's not go down the illegal route and steal anything just yet, shall we?"

Mary sighed. "I don't care either way. I need the money and I would like it soon."

"Well," Lisa said, "there is something you could do. It's perfectly legal and will get your money's worth in about three months. Perfect timing, eh?"

Mary groaned. "Fine, what?"

"I have a job babysitting over weekends for a guy in my neighborhood. He needs to leave from Friday evening until Sunday night. The pay is pretty good. About a hundred dollars each week."

Without a second thought, Mary grew a wide grin and said, "Done! I'll take it."

"You sure? The kids will take time to warm up to you. That and there's the new baby--"

"Lisa, I don't care. It can't be too hard to take care of little kids. Turn on the TV, make them food, put them to bed, take them to school. It'll be simple."

Lisa smiled in what seemed like agreement. "Okay," she said. "You've got the job. I'll tell Mr. Davis tomorrow that you'll be my replacement."

Mary was ecstatic. "Thank you so much! You're not as bitchy as you seem!" she said, finishing her meal—-leaving out the chicken bits; didn't want to ruin her figure, after all.

Lisa smiled. "This is going to a beautiful weekend," she thought.

#

It was Friday at exactly 2 PM. Mary followed the directions right to Mr. Davis' house. She knocked on the door, introduced herself to Mr. Davis, all of the regular things somebody would do in this situation. Mr. Davis seemed wary of Mary's personality. With Lisa, he knew that there would be no fooling around and that she would be responsible enough to take care of the situation. Mary dressed provocatively tonight. Red blouse to match with her hair, clinging to her chest firmly, black pencil skirt and leather boots. 

There was also something about Mary's more...bubbly personality that just didn't click right with Mr. Davis. But Mary seemed intelligent enough—-at least smarter than the average ditz—-and somebody really needed to take care of the kids tonight.

Mr. Davis gave all of the instructions. Pick the kids up from Spring Rose Elementary at four, take them home, fix up dinner, in bed no later than nine o'clock, wake up around seven, lunch around noon, and fill up the time with at least one trip to somewhere on Saturday. Mary listened to all of this and promised to take care of them like they were her own siblings.

Lisa watched Mary through the cameras set up around the Davis building and giggled softly at the thought. Lisa knew that Mary was an only child who couldn't possibly comprehend the prospect of having an older or younger sibling. Lisa, on the other hand, had an older sibling, so she knew how much Jimmy and Ellen were going to love tormenting her. 

Mary was told that the baby would be sound asleep upstairs and was told to feed her around morning, noon and 6 PM. Rock him to sleep if she had to and all that. 

Just before he left, Mr. Davis turned and gave Mary a recent picture of Jimmy and Ellen. Jimmy had turned ten and had a mop of dark brown hair that turned into a mullet in the back and wore glasses. Ellen had curly blonde hair and was seven, about to turn eight in December. 

"Miss Kessler," he said, "I don't mean to sound rude or creepy or anything like that. But I do want you to know that Jimmy is just hitting puberty and is...well, getting interested in girls. I don't want anything happening that might...get him into certain stages of puberty prematurely."

Mary understood what he was getting at and shuddered. "Mr. Davis, I can promise you I would never do something like that. You're right, it is creepy in so many ways! I wouldn't even think of doing that."

With that, they shook hands and left.

It was 3:45 PM. Mary had to pick up the brats soon. So she went up to the guest room. It was small and simple. A bed with purple sheets, a bedside table, a bookcase and a closet for the clothes. Mary unpacked. She brought two undershirts for sleeping in, two blouses, two skirts, a pair of red boots, two bras, a pair of panties, and a black thong. Toothbrush and toothpaste and other beauty products were, of course, necessary.

Lisa was intrigued to look at everything Mary had packed in. She had to admit to herself, Mary was a very attractive girl.

3:55 came and Mary left off. She walked by foot, since nothing in town seemed more than, at most, an hour away. Spring Rose was about a mile away. Five minutes exactly, apparently, as Mary came just in time as the school bell rang. A swarm of kids left the front entrance, some running past Mary's legs. She held the photo out looking for the Davis kids. 

Standing at the front patiently were Jimmy and Ellen. They certainly didn't look as cheerful as they did in the picture, but Mary supposed that nobody really looked like that compared to their picture counterpart.

She smiled at the two. "Hey! You're Jimmy and Ellen, right?"

They nodded.

"Well, you may have heard that Lisa isn't going to be here. So, for the time being, I'm going to be your sitter."

"We know," they said in unison. Mary took notice that Jimmy's eyes were fixated on her cleavage. She would've told him not too, but realized that this would make things awkward, not just for him, but for everybody else there as well.

"So, all I ask is that you treat me with the same respect that you would treat Lisa with, and we'll be all fine and good. Got it?"

"Okay," they said in unison.

The two were surprisingly calm and well-behaved on the way back. Both walked by Mary's sides and both minded their own business. Jimmy tried to be as sly as possible looking at Mary's rear and her breasts, but Mary caught him a couple of times.

And then they had to walk through the park on the way home. Kids were playing with their parents, laughing and shouting. It got on Mary's nerves, but she ignored it for the most part. 

They had gotten halfway through the park when Ellen said, "Ready?" to Jimmy. Before Mary could ask, both of them pushed her into the grass. Getting up, she felt a squish against her breasts and a stench hit her nose. She looked down to see that her red blouse was smeared in fresh dog muck, still soft and steaming! One of their hands—-she assumed it was Jimmy's—-grabbed the pocket of her ass and got out the house keys.

Jimmy and Ellen laughed uproariously and ran off towards home, knowing that Mary would hunt them down and kill them after that. Mary gritted her teeth and ran after the two.

The kids, she found, were surprisingly fast for their age. They had more energy and, though Mary didn't realize it, her thigh-high boots were slowing her down, trying to make sure they weren't ruined. Mary tried to hide the stain on her once spotless shirt, blushing from the humiliation.

They were in the neighborhood then. She was going to catch those kids and kill them before they got to the house.

This was what she thought before she stepped into another fresh, gooey pile, ruining the bottom and the front of her boots. She roared in frustration and disgust, hopping part of the way on her good boot.

But she was too late. The Davis children made it back to the fucking house before she could and locked the front door. She pulled and rattled at the knob, ordering for the two to let her in. She looked through the windows. They had all been locked as well. In one of them, Jimmy and Ellen both laughed and made faces at her before drawing the curtains. 

"Open up!" she shouted.

She knew they wouldn't, though. Mary cursed under her breath and tried to think of all the ways she could get in.

Lisa, meanwhile, sat at her chair, grabbing a snack before the show that was about to unfold before her. She watched as Jimmy and Ellen started to set up the fun games they had in mind for Mary. 

Lisa was going to enjoy herself tonight.

Mary went around the back, making sure nobody would see her blouse. There was a fence blocking her way, though, and the front portion of it was as tall as her. The gate was locked. There was one way this was going to work, she thought.

She got herself some running difference. She made a mad dash for the gate and leapt over it. She had gotten enough air that she didn't fall back, but not enough that it didn't tear her skirt at the sides. She didn't have time to react to this with shock because she was too focused on what was laid out for her.

Before she could even try to get back, she landed face first into a thick pile of mud. Jimmy and Ellen had left the water running along the backyard and turned much of the dirt into thick, squishy, squelching mud. She landed her entire front into the mire and some even seeped down her blouse and into her skirt. Some of it even touched her panties and into her bra! Her once shining skin was being smeared and caressed by oozing dirt! Her once perfect red hair was now stained with wet dirt. She had even had her mouth open in shock when landing in the mud, so she tasted a filthy lump of earth in her mouth.

She growled in disgust and horror again. Her pussy...tingled when it was touched by the mud. It started to pulsate slowly and moisten. "No!," she thought. "This is disgusting, demeaning, and it feels just fucking bad!"

She hoisted herself up, the mud making a squishing, kissing sound, spat out a mouthful of muck, and headed for the back door. 

"You little turds!" she shouted at the door. "Open the door right now!" She banged her fists against the door, trying to censor herself with all the things she was thinking about saying to them.

She waited a good five minutes for the kids, occasionally banging and shouting at the wood of the door. 

Lisa sat in her chair, watching every camera on Mary's sweet, filthy body. Her massive, jiggling tits just stained with dirt and filth. The tear up the side of her leg showed a bit of ass, also messy and in need of cleaning. Lisa stripped down to make sure she'd enjoy watching what would happen to Mary.

"Let the games begin," she said to herself.

The door finally clicked open. "Okay! Come in, Miss Messy!" Ellen retorted, giggling and chortling all the way.

"You wretched little brat!" Mary yelled opening the door with force.

A bucket fell from the top of the door and slammed right onto Mary's head. Inside was thick, sticky treacle that oozed on every inch of her head and poured down her cleavage and down her spine, making her shiver. It neared the crack of her ass and stuck there. Likewise, the syrup began to accumulate between her large breasts. The bucket was stuck on the top of her head. She couldn't curse the two little monsters out either. The syrup had gotten in her mouth and stuck there, sealing her lips partially like a soft glue. But God forbid that she eat or swallow ANY of it. She was keeping her figure! 

The kids giggled at her muffled roaring. Mary managed to pull of the runny syrup bucket and cleared her eyes of the gunk. 

"You little shits!," she shouted out. She didn't care about the language anymore. They had ruined her dress. "I will murder you both!"

She wouldn't have to worry about that for long, though. Her blouse had been caught in the door when Jimmy had closed it. With one swift move, the blouse was nothing but a sticky, filthy red rag lying on the floor, the only thing covering Mary's chest being her black laced bra. She shrieked and covered herself up with her arms.

Jimmy picked up the remains of Mary's sticky shirt from the floor and ran through downstairs with it, like a flag of victory, Mary right behind him. It didn't last long, though, because Jimmy slammed the door to his room and locked it, laughing and giggling inside all the while. Mary yanked and pulled at the doorknob, her hands slipping off from the syrup. She growled like a child.

"Fine!" she shouted. She walked to the keys and picked up the house key, then permanently locked Jimmy in his room with it. "You're staying in your room for the rest of the day!"

Jimmy's laughter seemed to indicate that he didn't care either way. He'd had his fun.

She let her arm down from her bra in relief. That still left Ellen upstairs, though, planning God only knew what.

Before she went upstairs, she pulled her boots off. They'd been caked with mud and syrup that had dripped down like rain. She could still feel the squish between her toes. Her stockings were still coated with muck, but at least she wouldn't be leaving a bigger mess on the floor of the house now.

There were no surprise attacks on Mary upstairs. Ellen's laughter was heard coming from the baby's room. "Shit," Mary thought. "I must've woken up the baby." Having Ellen laughing in there wouldn't make things much better?

All sounded quiet in there, though, aside from Ellen's giggles. "Ellen," Mary said. "Is everything okay in there?" She may as well make sure.

"Yes," she said, feigning cuteness. Mary realized that she could've checked a little further by opening the door. But she decided "Fuck it." The little hell-spawn in there was more than likely to have another trick up her sleeves for Mary.

"Good," she said, locking her in the room as well. "You're staying in there to think about what you've done, Ellen!"

Ellen seemed to compromise for now. Mary breathed a sigh of relief, looking down at her dress. Only now did it begin to hit her that she was absolutely filthy with mud and syrup and she let out a groan of 'ewww'. She would have to clean up the floor, change her clothes, and wash up. Not necessarily in that order. In fact, Mary instantly decided to do that in the exact opposite order.

She grabbed a towel from the bathroom—-thankful that there were no pranks or trappings in there—-and went downstairs to put her dirty clothes, or what was left of them, in the washer and dryer. She brought the towel down to wrap around her naked body. She wasn't risking any chances of letting anybody see her like this. 

She turned on the shower and was glad to see that there were no signs of a prank in there. 

While in there, she thought and she thought. Taking care of the kids, admittedly, would've been harder than she initially thought. Mary had to ask herself how Lisa handled this the first time around, if at all. Lisa seemed pretty mellow for the most part, so Mary had to guess that may have been a factor of it.

But the more she thought of those two little shits that she'd have to deal with, the more her face grew rosy red. She knew that she was going to, at the very least, scold them and make sure they would listen to her. If not, she didn't even want to imagine what would happen on Saturday. 




Mother Mary I



So she washed the grime and the muck from her hair and off of her round, heaving breasts and her shapely hips. And it felt marvelous, like washing away some kind of sin from her body. Like bathing in holy water, being born again, feeling beautiful and clean again.

Lisa watched Mary's body drip the mud and syrup away, droplets of water pouring off the tips and curves and contours of her body like a melting, sweet dessert. Her fingers hunching inside of her, her arm crossing between her legs. Lisa panted softly, biting her lip while looking at Mary's body. Her fingers were warm and felt how she imagined Mary felt in her moments of humiliation: sticky and wet. She had the image of a spider-web of fluid to be made across her fingers if she spread them. She pictured the same image with Mary's wonderful, round ass and all of that syrup.

Mary finished her shower and grabbed the towel to dry off her holy, clean new body. She was fortunate that the kids hadn't secretly found a way out of their rooms and booby trapped the hallway when she walked out of the bathroom. It was only when walking out into the hallway that she realized what could've happened. She avoided all of the sticky footprints and marks on the floor while walking downstairs to her room. And then she realized that she'd have to put on the outfit reserved for Saturday considering her shirt had been ripped off and ruined. Unfortunate, but Mary would cope with it. She could ask Lisa to pick up something for her from home.

Then she was worried. The new set of clothes that should have been in the closet weren't there. In fact, there was nothing in the closet at all. For now, all that Mary could wear was a towel. Something was rotten in the state of Denmark, and the smell was certainly coming from the Davis children.

She left Jimmy alone in his room, considering his puberty and her near-nudity, and walked upstairs to the baby's room where she had locked Ellen in.

"Ellen," she called. "What did you do? Or what did Michael do? One of you is up to something and I want to know right now!" she knocked on the door. Nobody answered. She feared she wouldn't have to open the door, but she fetched the key.

Again, Mary was cautious. She imagined that maybe Ellen had supplies hidden in the babies room for a surprise attack. She turned the key, listened to the turning of the knob, and pushed the door open slowly, guarded behind it.

Mary stood still for a moment, surprised to find that nobody had been in the room, aside from the baby, cooing and just as surprised as Mary. Then Mary saw what she had feared. The window in the room had been opened, a rope of bed sheets leading out of the window.

"Fuck!" she said. "Oh God, please tell me she didn't get Michael too!" 

The baby looked at her, cooing, reaching its arms out for her. "Shit," she thought. "Well...I'll rock the baby back to sleep a bit first." She picked up the baby, wearing its blue little playsuit, staring at her with big blue eyes, not smiling. She bounced the baby a little, hesitantly, not knowing how to care for newborns. Her breasts jumped up and down with her, if ever so slightly.

The baby stood still for a moment. "Well, what do you want, you little..." but she couldn't finish her sentence. Instead, what came out was a shriek and a gasp of disgust.

The baby spat up all over her breasts, the color of rotten milk, like a small tube shooting on her. In frustration, she laid the baby back down and wiped off her chest. She was not going to let these kids, especially not a toddler, beat her and fuck her over tonight.

Mary went downstairs and knocked on Michael's door. "Michael?" no answer. Against all better judgment, she opened the door. No Michael in there, but she was too late to figure out that there was a surprise.

The door pushed open against a string, and like a Rube Goldberg machine, a pair of pies slapped right into her chest, Her robe falling off. Both pies had a gooey chocolate top with a thick, creamy peanut butter filling in the middle. That holy feeling was swept away from Mary's thoughts. The soft, sticky mixture clung to her heaving breasts and drooped off.

Lisa lay panting, sweating a little bit. Her fingers slid out of her pussy, sticky and wet. The orgasm she had experienced, watching Mary get filthy was one of the best she'd had in a long time. She watched the screen and was glad to see that she'd finished up just in time. Lisa's phone began to ring. 

"Hello?" she said.

"Lisa!" Mary said over the phone. "I need your help right now!"

"What's the matter?" 

"My clothes are missing somewhere and I can't find the kids! Those little turds must've stolen them! Please, help me find them!"

"Calm down, calm down," Lisa said. "Look, tonight's my night off. I'm afraid I can't do much."

"What the fuck do you mean? You know babysitting better than I do! What could you possibly be doing!?"

Lisa smirked. "It's complicated."

Mary groaned. "Look, they're causing trouble all around the house. Half of the place has to be booby-trapped by them."

"Hm?"

"I just got a pie to my chest," Mary said through gritted teeth.

"Ah," Lisa said, holding back any sign of how hot this imagery made her. "I remember the first day they tried that out. You gotta be prepared for things like that, y'know?"

"How are you so nonchalant about this!? These aren't normal little brats, this is some shit out of a bad John Hughes movie!"

"Calm down, calm down," Lisa said.

Just as Mary was about to turn around to hang up the phone, she saw something in the crack of Michael's bedroom door. A torn sheet of paper, a sliver.

She took it out. There was writing on it.

If you want your cloze back, find them at the park, Messy!

Mary's face burned with anger. "Lisa, I think I found where they might be. Do you know about a park that is anyplace near the house?"

"Oh yeah, Cloverfence Park. It's just a couple of miles away."

"Lisa, please give me the directions now! And...please get me some clothes so I don't have to go out like this!"

Lisa grinned. This game had been so much fun thanks to the Davis children. She thought she'd help. 

"Well, I can get them to you, but it'll be in about two hours. You should find the kids first, though, while you wait."

"Wh...oh yeah, them too," Mary said. "Lisa, you have to be stoned if you think I'm leaving the house naked!"

"Oh, Okay," Lisa said. "I suppose it won't matter too much if Jimmy and Ellen are found torn to shreds by some angry bear on the nature trail, or found drowning in the river."

Mary had started to grin at the thought.

"I'm sure Mr. Davis won't mind or keep you from getting any of the money. From my experience, he pays pretty handsomely."

"You bitch," Mary sighed. "Fine, I'll look for the little shits...but you'd better get me some clothes by the time I get back!"

The two ladies shared directions with each other—Lisa with directions to Cloverfence, Mary with directions to her house for clothing. Mary washed up her chest once more, still smelling faintly of dessert and baby barf, and set off.

She at least took the towel with her so that nobody would see her completely naked. The time was six. It was already dark out and there were little to no people still hanging around the park. "Thank God," she whispered. The towel was small, but it was enough to cover the front of her buxom chest and her naughty bits below. The nature trail was just down the way to the park.

Crickets chirped and the sky went darker and darker in the forest, the trees, blocking off the moon and the stars. The steps down into the trail were gravelly, and littered with twigs and sticks. Mary made an effort not to prick her feet or her manicured toes on any of them. 

Mary was a young adult, so she wouldn't have found the woods at night scary. She'd seen the place, she'd seen the movies, she'd grown up in New York. Fear wasn't something that Mary was acquainted with. 

She would admit, however, how annoying it was when one could hardly see shit in the darkness. She held the towel closely to her chest. The possibility of the kids still being out here, ready to make her life hell again, cautioned her. The last thing she'd want is for Jimmy to see her like this. The only way she was able to tell where she was going on the path, further and further into the forest, were the wooden borders on the sides of the trail that she occasionally tapped with her feet to make sure she wouldn't stray and fall into a tree or something like that.

She had gotten far enough into the forest to see the river bed, flowing. Two small figures sat down there, shovels in hand, clothing as well. Definitely Jimmy and Ellen. They were picking something up and dumping it into her clothes! Mud, most likely!

Face heating up, she made a mad dash towards the river, letting down her guard. Mary ran past a tree branch that slightly poked her side, but thought nothing of it. At least, until it pulled the towel off of her, leaving her bare for all to see, only covered up by a pair of branches, thick with leaves, around her boobs and naughty bits below. She squeaked, stripped of her already weak armor, arms already wrapped around her to cover up. 

And her fatal flaw was to keep running forward, breasts jiggling and bouncing. Fuck the fact that they'd see her naked. They were ruining her clothes! 

Her foot tumbled over a well-placed rock that she couldn't see in the night. "Whoa!" she yelped. She was now slipping and tumbling, falling face and chest first into a mud patch once again. She moaned in disgust. This time she hadn't had the luxury of having clothing to cover up half of her body from the thick, wet, brown muck. That saintly feeling had been gone again! How filthy she felt.

She rose her face out of the mud, spitting out dirt as she did so. Brushing would definitely be needed tonight. And then a tingle hit her pussy again, making her whimper quietly. The mud had also hit her naughty bits, purely naked! "Goddammit!" she thought. "What the fuck is this? This is gross!"

She ignored the thought once again. A small puddle by the muck reflected only a dripping, sloppy brown mess. At least it covered up her naked body...in a sense. Ignoring the mud patch, she ran forth once again. The mud had made her breasts shine in the moonlight, bouncing and jiggling as she ran.

The small figures had seen something running towards them. Most likely Messy Mary. They giggled and ran off from the small island on the river bank, on to the other side of the river. And then they were lost in the woods once more.

The little brats! At the very least, walking into the water, pulled off some of the mu caked on Mary's precious little feet. Not all of it, but enough. It didn't help that the water was also muddy, but it was still pulled off.

She got on the island and found her clothes, in a state of shock and despair. Her best clothes for tomorrow. A red, V-neck shirt, the pencil skirt. Even her thong and her lacey, black F-cup bra, all filled with small mountains of mud and muck, shoveled from a pile of it by a wicker tree on that island.

Mary was naked and totally humiliated in filth. Putting on these clothes would only exacerbate that situation. But she was still naked. And she wouldn't dare let anybody see that.

She placed on her bra with an audible squish. Wet, sloppy sounds burbled and popped out, mud running over the top of her cups, encasing her breasts in thick, soft, slimy mud. She winced and went on with getting dressed.

The hardest part had to be putting on the thong. Mary had begun to notice the...strange feeling around her pussy any time something messy hit it. She let it run in the cold stream to dry it off and put it on. The coldness made her shriek, but it was better than the warmth of muck.

Mary left exactly the way she came, grabbing the towel and running forth to the car again. Her once pristine body...now filthy in every. Single. Place. She would have her revenge one day. But for now, she needed a shower. She desperately needed a shower.

When she walked in through the garage, the cameras had still been on. Lisa, watching from her room, nearly gasped from the sudden joy of seeing Mary...the Mud Monster! Tonight was definitely going to be a hot night for her and her fingers, she thought.

The kids' laughter was once again heard in their rooms, as if they hadn't ever left at all. Her anger nearly melted the mud right off of her. But not quite. If anything, the mud still clung to her chest and made her bouncy as hell. 

"Bed time!" she shouted.

"Awww," they whined in unison. 

Mary didn't care. They would stop whining after a while and get to bed. Jiggling to her room, she stripped and placed her clothes in the washing machine and turned it on. Once again, she showered. Mud rolled off every inch of her body and down the drain. And once again, she felt renewed, as if none of that had ever happened. 

"Maybe tomorrow," she thought, "won't be as bad as today was."

And the water trickled down her body, down to her messy clit. She had been tickled there by the muck and mud earlier today. Twice, no less! But now the water started to do the same thing. Here, she had no reason to be ashamed. This was clean. This wasn't messy. And it felt hot as hell to Mary.

Lisa gasped and moaned on her bed. Her fingers were pumping away into her wet patch. The image of Mary's body. Large, bouncing breasts and a tight, fat arse. And all of that pie...that muck, splashing and exploding on her, mud and pie trickling down the tips of her nipples, still so pink and rosy underneath the mess. Lisa wanted to pinch them and suck them and her body started to arch. A trembling hand grabbed a brown bottle on the bedside table and pulled the top off. Her fingers started to slide in faster like pipes in a factory. She poured the bottle over her breasts. Thick chocolate oozed out like a miniscule waterfall, dripping over her nipples and onto her neck. She sucked on the tip of the bottle like a nipple, begging and begging for chocolate, her free hand now rubbing the chocolate over her slim, shiny body on every surface possible. Her nipples grew erect. She panted loudly and held back a final shriek of pleasure. Her fingers pulled out and she squirted across the bed. Her heart beat quickly and her drool started to drip.

"Oh, Mary," she thought. "How gorgeous you are when humiliated."

She was determined to keep the weekend going at this pace by all means.

Mary woke up from the gray of her sleep the next morning, naked under the bed sheets. She hadn't minded as long as she was alone in there. In the process of waking up, she had remembered asking Lisa to bring her some clothes last night. For some reason beyond her, Mary had neglected checking this out and got up immediately.

However, in the gray of her waking, she had forgotten whose house she was sleeping in. Standing up, Her foot splattered into a carefully placed container of ketchup. She reeled in disgust again, but as long as it wasn't on clothing and as long as she could wash this off, she wouldn't grumble over it for too long.

She looked over to the closet and saw the clothing Lisa had left for her. A small, bright red V-neck, visible to show off her cleavage well enough, a pair of daisy dukes, and pink lace panties. There was no bra, and to this, Mary cursed Lisa. She knew she'd be flopping and bouncing all over the place. The clothing had to have been from years back or some kind of pajama clothing. She didn't want to believe that Lisa wore this kind of thing.

Mary grimaced in anger knowing how she'd look like some kind of country tramp in this get-up. She looked further in the closet to find a pair of striped stockings, her only saving grace to prevent her from looking totally out-of-style. She slid her clean foot into one and heard an audible squish. "What now?" she moaned.

A dark, black stain flattened around her shin. Chocolate, most likely. "Goddamn kids," she muttered. She walked over to the bathroom, thankful that the kids weren't upstairs yet. From the sound of things, they were downstairs watching cartoons or something. "Just a quick wash," she thought, "and I'll be good as new."

She reeled in horror as she looked at the bathtub. The whole thing had been filled, nearly to the brim, with thick, dark mud, splotches of brown smeared across the walls. She left the room instantly, not wanting to fall victim to the kids' new traps. Looking at that felt like looking at a murder, a crime. Her had clasped over her mouth to hide her cry of terror.

"Fine!" she said. "I'll clean it later!" She realized that she would have to walk around most of the day with the squishing feeling and sound in Lisa's stockings. She told herself that it was okay, as long as it was Lisa's stockings. She had gotten Mary into this mess, she'd ruin this for Lisa just as much! She was thankful that her ass didn't show too much in the daisy dukes.

She walked downstairs and found the kids eating breakfast -- cereal -- and watching, what was actually, one of the Home Alone movies. "Knew it," she thought. In this movie, one of the burglars, a woman in a snow-white jumpsuit, had dug her hand into a can of glue. Mary composed herself and took control. She stood right behind the kids.

"So, how'd you two get out of your rooms today? The doors are locked."

The kids giggled, "We don't know." Her face brightened with annoyance.

"Maybe we'll tell you," they said.

"You'll tell me, or else," she said.

"Or else what?"

"Or else you won't be having any fun this Saturday. I'll make sure you two are locked in your rooms this time. I'll bar the windows if I have to."

The kids grinned wise-ass grins. "Okay...but here's our proposition. If you take us to wherever we want today, not only will we tell you how we got out, we promise we won't do anything to you today, Miss Mess."

Mary could feel the migraine in her head just vaguely from that name. But the offer was a good one. The kids were crafty. "You're also going to clean up the bathtub when we all get back," she said. 

The kids looked at each other and nodded. "Deal," the said in unison. They held out their pinkies and Mary did the same, sealing the deal.

"Okay," she said. "What do you two want to do today?"

"If you don't mind," Jimmy said, "We'd like to go to the Emmerich farm today, please. It's close by the park."

Mary groaned. "Sorry, but I'm not going out in this. And I'm certainly not going to a farm. You'll have to think of something else."

"Oh, okay," Ellen said. "We have other things in mind in case you said that."

Mary had a feeling of what the substitute solution was going to be when they both got up and went to the kitchen. "Fine! We'll go to the farm, okay!?"

The kids were ecstatic. On the television, the female burglar had just fallen into the backyard, in a long river of thick mud, covered by snow. Mary cringed, thinking back to yesterday's incident. She knew this was going to be a long day.

Lisa blushed in arousal and stripped down again, watching the cameras. She turned all of the cameras on to the Emmerich Farm, as she had the view of the whole town at her disposal. This would be a once in a lifetime chance for Lisa to explore her...more taboo fetish.

She, like Jimmy and Ellen, had always loved movies wherein the bad guy would have a messy punishment somewhere along the line in the movie. Most of the time, it was even better when it had been female. 

But often times, her mind would wander on the subject and bring her to a mess filthier than the others. The farm would provide a good fuel for this fetish.

The sun was shining and the sky was bright on Emmerich Farm. Mary imagined the kids would just be going to the playground that lay next to it. Farmer Emmerich, the owner, was a young man, despite the name. In fact, he had just turned twenty-eight. Mary had been imagining a considerably older man, balding, wrinkly, wearing glasses, and a missing-teeth smile that just screamed 'REDNECK'. Emmerich's hair, despite the job, was clean and short, had a friendly, soft smile, and strong enough body for manual work on a farm, covered up nicely by casual clothing. 




Mother Mary I



Mary blushed. Even his clothing looked nice! For overalls and a corduroy shirt, they were surprisingly clean. 

"Okay, kids, go off and play," she said. For once, the kids did as they were told without any reluctance.

So far, this was turning into a fairly good today for Mary. Kids being obedient as she hoped they would, no mess to humiliate her, and a lovely looking farmer boy for her to ogle. She imagined that he wouldn't be that interesting to talk to, but still. "Nice body," she thought to herself. She sat down at the bench and enjoyed the day.

Not five minutes after did Mr. Emmerich come up to Mary as she was sitting down. She blushed.

"Hello there, Ma'am," he said. "Never seen you 'round here before. You new?"

"Yeah," she said, trying not to stammer.

"Nice to meet you, then. Name's Emmerich. You can call me Mitch."

"Yeah, I've heard," she said. She played off the conversation with ease and they chatted for about five seconds. The entire time, Mary was worrying if this poor guy actually had the hots for her. A fashionista and a farmer? The thought never would've worked. But still, she thought, he looked pretty damn hot. She kept herself from imagining his naked body.

Then as the conversation got further along, he said "Well, come on up some time. The tracks a little messy, but it ain't too much of a hassle," he said.

Mary instantly found her way to prevent the two from getting together at all. "I'm sorry, I'm a little bit of a neat-freak," she said semi-shyly. "How messy is it?"

"Oh, just a few cow pies. I mean, you can watch your step easily."

This was definitely drawing a line in the sand for Mary. "I'm sorry, I don't think so," and left it at that. Mitch seemed a bit disappointed, but they said their goodbyes and went along.

Mary made sure the kids were playing and went into the forest trail she had gone down yesterday. She looked at her Daisy Dukes and was glad that they didn't show any signs of wetness. She pulled down her panties and thought of John's buff, naked body and began to play with herself in the quiet, lone secrecy of the woods.

Here, she was not ashamed to be masturbating. She was fully enjoying this pleasure. It was right. This was a good thing to get pleasure from. And for a few minutes, it got better and better and better with each thrust inside of her.

Lisa watched Mary through the camera hidden in the trees. She began to follow suit with Mary and envisioned her in the gooey, messy substance that she was about to get slathered in. They came almost simultaneously and panted in relief.

No sooner had Mary stopped her fun, grinning in pleasure, than she felt something on her breast, something as warm as her fingers were. Just as wet too.

The aroma was sharp. She looked up and found that asshole of a bird that just took a shit on her breast! She gasped in horror at the white splatter on her cleavage, not paying attention to her footing. She tumbled backwards into the very same mud puddle she had fallen into yesterday. The shorts were thin enough to let the thick mire soak right onto her entire, round ass. She growled in anger, throwing a rock at the bird. 

"Damn you," she said.

The bird went cawing off into the forest. Mary got up. "Great," she thought. "Okay, I'll just have to talk with Mitch to see if he can...let me wash off a bit. I can't take the kids home too early, they'll complain and get me even filthier. Please, don't let Mitch see me like this...And please, don't let him see me naked either!"

She hid her bottom as best as she could, running back to Mitch's farm. None of the kids had seen her. She was especially glad that Jimmy and Ellen hadn't seen this. They'd certainly go back to their pranking had they caught this sight.

The farm was about surprisingly farther away from the park than expected. There was a good mile between the two places, most of it being a grassy field for the cows to go to, as well as the occasional horse, goose, and sheep.

Mary sighed in defeat. There was no way she was getting around this.

She hopped over the fence and ran swiftly toward the barn. Running now, she felt the audible squish and squelch of the chocolate in her stockings. She held her nose as well. Running through the fields, she could smell the manure from the various animals. Pies from horses and cows, as big as fucking manhole covers, were scattered about the place! Mary was surprised she hadn't gagged from the heavy stench of crap. But she was more than thankful to.

For most of the way, she had dodged the pies well. Just as she thought she would make it, disaster struck.

A root of a nearby tree, caught onto her foot as she paid no attention. The barn door was right in front of her! But she tumbled forward.

Splat!

Her face landed right into one of the smaller, but still hefty surprises left by the cows. It took her a few seconds to process this, having fallen down and with her eyes closed down. But her scent still worked great, unfortunately. She raised her head up and screamed. "Ewww, ewww, ewww! Oh God! EW!"

The kids hadn't heard her. Nor did Mitch, apparently. He was busy feeding the pigs their slop, as Mary would soon find out.

She wiped her face as clean as she could from the muck. She desperately needed Mitch's shower or washroom now!

Lisa prepared and slicked up the dildo she had on standby. This was going to be a hot day.

Sarah found that Mitch's house was just beyond the barn, blocked away by another fence. She climbed over this one, but couldn't see the other end well enough. It seemed like a shallow, sturdy, albeit dry dirt path. No reason to worry.

She jumped over the fence and landed her feet deep into a pig pen that reached her ankles. A combination of mud and shit caked her stockings and brought a new squelching besides the chocolate now. "Oh, Fuck," she muttered. The pigs snorted and oinked lazily about the place, paying no mind to her.

Mary pulled at her calves to drag her feet in and out of the surprisingly thick pig mess. It didn't reek as badly as the cow shit, but it reeked all the same. Her shoes had plopped out and sank beneath the surface of the muck and manure. Lisa's stockings were getting ruined. Now, when Mary thought of that, she enjoyed tramping these things through the mire. Let Lisa have it, she thought! Get revenge on her for putting you in this situation! Ruin her clothes!

She began to stomp her way with strength and amusement in the pig pen. She stomped and stomped all too hard. So hard that On her final stomp, her foot sank into the mire once more. But now, it reached up to her calf! 

"Whoa!" she cried out. She tumbled but kept the rest of her body out of the pig shit. "I will not take any more of this shit!" she thought. She began to yank as hard as she could at her thigh, pulling her leg out with all her might from the goop.

She succeeded. But the force was too strong. She sent herself fumbling backwards.

A much louder splat and a plop rang through the pen. 

Mary fell on her back into the warm pig mud and shit. Her ass completely ruined, her magnificent red hair spread out in the muck. Her back tipped over a trough of pig slop, and the contents of thick, watery green mess splattered over her front, washing her face off with muck, but making her Dukes and her red shirt transparent, her F-Cup chest filthy and tarnished. 

Just as soon as she was about to get up, her shirt snagged onto the trough and ripped her bra and shirt off. She gasped once again. She didn't scream, as she was too paralyzed with humiliation.

One of the pigs, a rather large one, trotted over to her and began licking off her nipples. "Get away, you monster!" she cried. But the pig was too heavy. It licked her face fresh with pig saliva and knocked her back into the mud with a splat. She tried and tried to push him off, but it kept washing her face with thick pig spit. Its fat body rub over her large globes and smeared the slop over her.

Just as it was about to be finished, her walked over her face, its asshole just over her head. 

"Oh God, no!" she whimpered. She closed her eyes and turned her face away. She waited...Nothing. She opened an eye. The pig didn't need to shit. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Instead, it settled for farting loudly over her face. It was just as disgusting for Mary, but not as embarrassing.

She pulled herself up and out of the pig pen. She needed to see Mitch.

Right.

Now!



Mother Mary



"No thanks," Mary laughed. "He's a little too old for my taste."

James looked at her surprised. "Oh, I guess I found the black sheep of the flock."

"Maybe you have," Mary said wiping some of the pie filling from the pie plate. She stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked the filling off her finger, raising her eyebrows as she did it.

Oh shit, this is heading in the wrong direction. Stop flirting, James told himself. But once again he quickly quieted that voice. After all, he was a man, and men have needs of their own. It had been two weeks since Enrique had taken his wife and daughters, and three months since he had last had sex of any form. He couldn't help but be aroused by this beauty sitting across the table from him.

7

As the sun set, James once again found himself walking down the sidewalk next to Mary. She was walking close enough that he could smell the shampoo in her hair. It was vanilla scented.

Street lights, and porch lights lit the streets up. He could not shake that Rockwellian feeling.

Just on the opposite side of the Court house stood a two story, forty room hotel. Mary walked with James to the front desk.

"Hi Mary," the rather large red head behind the counter said.

"Hi Mrs. Wetherby," Mary said with a smile.

James looked at Mary. "Is there any one you don't know."

"Not a soul," Mary said with a laugh.

"What can I do for you Mary?" Mrs. Wetherby asked.

"This is my friend Dane Cole," She started. "His car broke down and he needs a place to stay for a couple of days."

"Well you've come to the right place," Mrs. Wetherby said with a smile. She opened a registry book and quickly skimmed down it. "It seems we have 32 rooms open Mr. Cole."

"Just one will do me fine," James said and Mrs. Wetherby laughed loudly. He couldn't help make the childish joke. There was something about this town that got deep into the blood and made you want to act like it was 1955 again.

Mrs. Wetherby turned the book so James could sign and turned towards the row of keys behind her. James took a pen and signed Dane Cole quickly. 

"I'll put you in room 109," Mrs. Wetherby said turning around with a key in her hand. "Do you mind showing Mr. Cole to his room Mary?"

"Not at all," Mary said taking the key from Mrs. Wetherby 

"Thank you dear," Mrs. Wetherby smiled.

Shortly after, Mary was leading James outside and down the sidewalk. To his left were odd numbered rooms. They soon reached room 109. Mary turned to James and held the key out to him. James reached for it, but Mary pulled it away.

"Since I showed you where the hotel is, you owe my a favor," She said.

"What's that?"

"I just want you to walk me home," Mary said smiling.

"Okay, I can do that," James said smiling back.

He was relieved. He knew that if he walked her home, there was no way there was going to be any sex between them. Unless her parents weren't home, that is. 

Shit.

8

When they reached Mary's house, James mind was set at ease. All the lights were on in the two story house. The house was surrounded by a waist high white fence, manicured lawn, and flowers lined the walkway from the sidewalk to the house and along the house. Once again, a home straight from a Rockwell painting. 

Redemption was grossly stereotypical, all except Mary.

James followed Mary up the porch steps and they stopped at the front door.

"I guess this is good night Mr. Cole," she said with a smile.

"I guess so Mary," James said. "Thanks for the tour."

"No problem," Mary said. 

"It was nice meeting you," James said extending a hand.

Mary leaned in and gave James a hug and kiss on the cheek. "It was nice meeting you too Dane," she said smiling.

"Bye," James said and turned away from her. He started down the porch steps.

"Dane," Mary said from behind him.

James stopped and turned to her.

"The fair starts tomorrow night," she started. "I was wondering if you would like to accompany me?"

James smiled. "I'll think about it."

Mary smiled at James before turning and stepping inside the house. James stood on the walkway looking at the door, a large smile on his face. He actually hoped this was the last time he would lay eyes on Mary. He was afraid that if he saw her again, he would succumb to the temptation and do something he would regret.

James turned from Mary's house and started for the garage. He needed something from the Expedition before returning to the hotel for the night.

9

After leaving Mary's house, James realized that he hadn't had a smoke since Mary had set next to him on the bench in front of the soda shop. He immediately lit one and at once felt the light headedness that comes with not smoking for a long period of time. It was exhilarating.

By the time he reached the garage, the cigarette was done. He thought himself lucky that the lights were still on and the garage doors were still up. James stepped in to an empty garage.

"Garret," he called and got no answer. James walked straight to the driver's side passenger door and took one quick look around before opening the door. He leaned in and took the duffle bag off the back seat. James took another quick look around. The garage was still empty. 

The back end of the Expedition was covered with a black tarp. James lifted the edge of the tarp and saw that the tightly wrapped packages of cocaine were still there untouched. He sighed his relief.

"Mr. Cole?" Garret's voice broke the silence.

James dropped the tarp and looked to the garage door. Garret was standing framed by the doorway holding a wrench. "Hey Garret," James said backing out of the Expedition. He closed the door. "I thought you had gone home for the night."

"Just getting ready to," Garret said. Garret crossed to the Expedition and opened a cooler sitting on a barrel. "Just wanted one more of these," he said holding up a beer. "Want one?"

"Sure," James said setting the duffle bag on the roof of the Expedition.

Garret tossed James a beer. James opened it and took a long drink.

"This is the only place around here that you're going to get one of those," Garret said opening his own beer. "Damn dry county."

James laughed and took another drink. He walked around the Expedition and stood next to Garret. "I hope my truck and I aren't any trouble. I mean you don't have to be here all night working on it."

Garret gave a small laugh. "Are you kidding? I'm glad you came along, it gives me an excuse to be away from the misses."

James laughed.

"What's so funny?" Garret asked.

"Nothing Al," James said taking another drink.

Garret took his last drink from the beer, crushed the can and threw it into the corner. He gave a long loud belch. "Well that's it for me tonight," he said. 

"Me too," James said finishing his own beer. "Just came back for my clothes," he said walking back and lifting the duffle bag off the roof of the Expedition.

"Do you have a place to stay?" Garret asked.

"Yeah," James answered. "Mary Mae showed me to the hotel."

"Oh," Garret said. "Pretty little Mary uhh?"

Garret and James walked out of the garage and Garret pulled the garage door down.

"Oh yeah, she's pretty all right."

Garret put a lock on the door and moved to the next one. "Just between you and me," he said pulling the other door down. "I've thought of her on more then one love making sessions with the wife."

"Can't say I blame you there," James said smiling.

Garret put a lock on the last door and looked back at James. "Any man that gets into those pants is a God among men in my book," Garret said with a laugh.

"I'll remember that," James said with a smile. Just a little guy talk, no harm in that.

Garret laughed. "You sound rather confident in yourself."

James only shrugged his shoulders.

Garret shook his head. "You're just asking for trouble there Mr. Cole."

"It's Dane."

"Okay Dane," Garret said. "Well you have a good night Dane."

"You too Garret."

Garret crossed the parking lot and climbed into the drivers seat of the tow truck. The engine roared to life and James watched as he pulled out, giving him a wave before pulling onto the street. James waved back and started for the hotel.

A shower and bed were all that was on his mind. Tomorrow, he would more then likely stay in the hotel room, then Tuesday morning he would be off. No more Mary Mae.

10

James used the key to the hotel room, stepped in, turned on the light and threw the keys on the little table by the door. He looked around. Just your normal everyday hotel room. A bed with a night stand next to it, a dresser with a tv setting on it, a table with two chairs by the door, and a bathroom door straight ahead and to the left.

He walked to the bed, dropped the duffle bag on the bed, picked the remote from the night stand and turned on the tv. A weatherman was telling viewers that the next three days were going to be sunny and nice. No rain in sight. 

As James opened the duffle bag and pulled out a small bag full of bathroom necessities, the weatherman handed the news over to a reporter named Susan Day.

"The manhunt still continues for James Whitten," Susan started. 

James turned his attention to the tv at the mention of his name. There was a blond reporter in the center of the screen, and his photo in the upper right corner. It was a file photo, his graduation from the academy photo to be exact. Not one of his favorites.

"Agent Whitten, as many may remember was an agent of the DEA who arrested known drug dealer Enrique Mandez."

The screen now showed a full screen photo of Enrique standing next to a limo outside the Washington court house. Then the scene changed to a view of a crane pulling the moving van from the river.

"This was the scene two days ago, when agent Whitten stole the 1 million dollars worth of cocaine he had confiscated two months prior."

The scene changed back to Susan Day.

"Government officials are asking that you keep an eye out for Mr. Whitten and contact local authorities immediately. He is to be considered armed and extremely dangerous."

James shook his head and laughed. "Thanks Edward," he said, referring to Edward Anderson. The head of his old department, and next hopeful for head of the DEA. There was no doubt a reward out there for him. Which meant that every man with a gun, and knew about the reward was out looking for him.

James took the small bag and walked straight for the bathroom. This shower would feel so good. The closest he had to a bath or shower in the past two days was wiping off with a paper towel in gas station bathrooms. Of course that's not counting the soaking he got when he drove the moving van in the river.

11

The bathroom door opened nearly half an hour later, steam billowing into the room. James soon followed, a towel wrapped around his waist and drying his short hair with another towel. He took three steps and stopped. There was something different about the room, but what was it? It suddenly dawned on him. He had left the tv on, and now it was off.

James lowered the towel and looked at the blank tv screen.

"Feel better?" he heard a familiar sweet voice say.

James turned to the bed to see Mary laying there, her knees up. His heart sped.

"How did you get here?" he asked.

Mary smiled. "I have a master key," she said sitting up and patting the bed next to her. "Come sit down, I don't bite you know."

James crossed the room and sat on the bed next to Mary. Their legs were close enough that he could feel the heat from her. His heart raced more and he felt butterflies in his belly. They were alone for the first time since he had met her and that spelled bad news for him.

"Not to sound like an ass," James started. "But, why are you here?"

"For this," she said raising her shirt. James caught a glimpse of her bra, and his imagination ran away from him. In his mind he saw her entire breast, the seductive lower curve of each breast, the perky nipples. In his mind, he slapped himself across the face, in the hotel room, he kept his eyes on Mary's chest for the whole second and a half she had her shirt raised.

Mary dropped her shirt and laughed. 

James shook his head, and the daze off. He couldn't believe she had just done that.

"You aren't very sly Dane," she said still smiling. "I watched you trying to look down my shirt every time I leaned forward."

James felt the heat rise in his cheeks. "I'm sorry," he said looking to the floor.

Mary gently put a hand on his cheek and turned his face to her. "It's okay, I actually wanted you too."

James looked deep into her eyes, there was no lie there. He had been trained to detect lies, and she wasn't.

"The truth is Dane," she said letting her hand slowly slide down his cheek. "I couldn't stop thinking about you after you left. So, I snuck out and came straight here," Mary looked to the floor, her smile fading for the first time today. "I hope I didn't do something wrong."

James put his finger under her chin and raised her face up so he could look in her eyes. "No, but you know I am married. There could never be anything between us."

"I know," she started and James could see a tear start down her cheek. "But she's not here, couldn't we just have a fling?"

James giggled slightly. A fling? He had seen enough movies that a fling usually turned into more. And with his luck lately, Mary would probably end up pregnant. That was just his luck now. "I've seen enough to know that it's never that simple."

"But it is." she said. "I'm going to college in a few weeks and you're going to Texas Tuesday. It is that easy."

She had him there.

"But I love my wife and daughters," he said.

"I know that," she said wiping away a tear. "I'm not asking you to love me forever, just be with me until you leave."

"I..." James started, but was quickly cut off when his and Mary's lips met. It started as a peck on the lips, but he soon felt her tongue pushing against his lips. He resisted at first, then submitted. She was right, this could be easy, they would soon be on separate sides of the country.

Fuck it, he thought. No, fuck her you dope. He suppressed a laugh.

He felt Mary's hand on the towel around his waist pull, then he felt cool air on his groin. It was only moments before Mary had her hand wrapped around his stiffening penis. James placed his hand on Mary's thigh and slowly let his hand slide up her hip and under her shirt. 

Mary gently pushed James back and pulled her shirt over her head. James closed his eyes and prayed silently that God forgive what he was about to do. It nearly made him laugh, all his life he had never prayed or went to church, except for his wedding, and here he was asking to be forgiven for what he could very well stop before it happened. The real problem was, he didn't want to stop it.

When James reopened his eyes, Mary had her bra off and was quickly pulling her jeans off. Her breast were just as perfect as he had imagined. Once Mary was out of her jeans, James let his eyes fall to her crotch, it was shaved, just like he liked it. This was too perfect.

Mary wrapped her arms around his neck and lay back, pulling him with her. She kissed him again as he lifted himself to get on top of her. Before he could enter her, she stopped kissing him and moved her mouth to his ear.

"This is my first time," she whispered, her hot breath against his ear sent chills down his spine.

James let his penis slide in slowly at first. She arched her back and moaned loudly, arousing his excitement even more. She was warm and soft inside, and he felt like he fit perfectly. He moved slowly inside her, feeling her flat stomach against his, rubbing his hands up and down her body, and relishing in the tightness of her arms around him.

"Fuck me harder," she moaned after what felt like a welcomed eternity.

James did as she demanded. Mary dug her finger nails into his back as he quickened the pace. They moved in unison, slapping their hips together as they work their way to the magic moment. When Mary finally orgasmed, she clamped down on his shoulder, drawing blood.

He collapsed on top of her and they both breathed heavily, Mary still held him tightly. After a moment, Mary let go and quickly turned over on her belly. James let his eyes run down her back to the curve of her ass.

"More," she said.

James grabbed his penis and directed it back to her vagina. He was nearly inside her when she stopped him.

"No," she said wrapping her own hand around his penis, pushing his hand away. "Here," she said redirecting his penis to her anus.

James felt his heart race. In all his 33 years, no woman had ever allowed him to enter "The Forbidden place" before. This had to all be a dream. If it was, he was going to take full advantage of it. He could feel her anus against the tip of his penis, it was almost like a wall, but with Mary slowly prodding it with his penis, he finally felt the wall give and he slid every so slowly inside. It was pure ecstasy.

Mary closed her eyes as James entered her and buried her face in the pillow, muffling a scream and biting down against the pleasing pain.

James made love to her in this position until they both orgasmed once again. By the time they were finished, the sun was starting to break the darkness.

12

James found himself sitting on the floor leaning against the bed and watching the outside turn from black to blue. The smell of sex still lingered in the air. His mind was full of regret and triumph over what he had just done. He loved Joy with all his heart, but Mary was so beautiful and seductive, he couldn't help himself.

Excuses, excuses.

Mary moved on the bed. James looked back at the bed, she was still asleep.

James closed his eyes and rubbed them before standing and crawling back in bed next to Mary. He cuddled close to her and put an arm around her. Mary grabbed his hand and wrapped it around herself tighter. James fell asleep feeling her warmth and smelling the intoxicating smell of her.

When in Rome, he thought before full sleep completely took him over.

13

Three hours later, James awoke and went straight to the bathroom for a shower. With only three hours sleep, James felt very well rested, almost young again actually. Funny how a "fling" could make him feel like this.

He had just finished rinsing the shampoo from his hair when the bathroom door opened. He stopped and watched the dark shape though the shower curtain as it got closer to the tub. A moment later, Mary pushed the curtain aside. She was still naked, and James felt himself stiffening from the sight of her. Even with her hair a mess and still not fully awake, she was a vision of beauty.

Mary smiled. "Good morning," she said stepping in the shower with James.

"Morning," he said. Before he could say another word, Mary had her arms around him and was kissing him deeply.

She pressed herself against him. He could feel her vagina against his penis, it only took a moment before he was once again inside her.

In the steam filled bathroom, the two dark shapes through the shower curtain that were James and Mary merged and became one. He was digging himself deeper into a hole he could never escape, but he didn't yet know it. And if he did, he wouldn't have stopped. It felt too good being inside Mary, and having her naked body against him.

14

Though he thought it was better he be away from Mary, he couldn't bring himself to tell her to go. He enjoyed her company, and then some.

After their shower, they returned to Della's for lunch. James actually had an appetite this time. He ordered a cheese burger and fries and a large tea. Mary had ordered the same, her smile had returned, slightly bigger.

James looked around the café, it was nearly empty. Either it was because there was no church, or the fact that it was 3 in the afternoon.




Mother Mary



"Are you going to take me to the fair today?" Mary asked taking a drink of her tea.

James turned back to her and smiled. "Is that what you want to do?"

Mary nodded.

"I guess so."

Mary smiled again. Under the table, James felt her bare foot rub the inside of his lower leg. She was dressed in a white tank top, blue jean shorts, and sandals. She had slipped the sandal off before rubbing his leg with her foot.

"Eating a little late aren't we?" a voice said. James and Mary turned to see Hannam standing next to the table.

"Good afternoon Reverend," Mary said, never taking her foot off his leg. Instead, she moved it closer to his crotch.

"Yeah," James said, his voice nearly cracking. "Miss Mary was just showing me the wonderful sights of Redemption."

"Yes," Hannam said looking to Mary. "I sure hope it's all public sights."

"Of course," Mary said. "You know me Reverend."

"Yes, but him, I'm not so sure of," Hannam said never looking at James.

James struggled to keep his mouth shut.

"Oh Reverend," she said looking at James. "He's quite harmless."

"Yes, well," Hannam finally turned to James. "Afternoon."

"Morning and night too," James said raising his eyebrows and smiling at Hannam.

Hannam puffed out his chest before turning away. They both watched Hannam leave the restaurant before laughing.

"What a fucking asshole," James said before taking a bite of his cheese burger.

"I agree," Mary said before taking her own bite. James looked her in the eye for a moment.

If I had only met this girl seven years earlier, he thought. He could see a life with this woman. If his situation was only a little different. Like unmarried.

15

Next to the Redemption city park was a large empty field. That was where the fair was set up. Half the field was devoted to the rides, and the other half was lined with food stands and games. James and Mary had already had their share of the rides, now it was time for James to win his "date" a stuffed animal and get an elephant ear, and a lemon shake-up sure would hit the spot too.

They walked along the food stands, careful not to put their arms around each other, or let there hands touch more then a mere pass, which they did often, so's not to rouse the suspicion of the people of Redemption. Sure they were doing exactly what everyone would think they were doing if they walked hand in hand, but James felt more comfortable to let them think and not truly know. It was the best bit of chivalry he could do for her.

"Dane," he heard a familiar voice call.

James and Mary stopped and turned around to see Garret walking along with a rather large woman with greying curly black hair.

"Hello Garret," James said with a smile. It was nice to see a friendly face.

Garret and the woman crossed to them, Garret was empty handed, and the woman had a shish-k-bob in one hand and a large cup of pop in the other. 

"Hello Mrs. Martin," Mary said with a smile.

"Hello Mary dear," Mrs. Martin said with a large smile of her own. "Who is this?" she asked her husband.

"This is Mr. Cole dear," Garret said. "He's the man whose truck I am working on."

"Oh," Mrs. Martin said. "Well, it's nice to meet you Mr. Cole."

"Please, just call me Dane," James said with a smile.

Mrs. Martin turned to Mary. "And what are you doing Mary?"

"Showing Dane around."

"Yes," James interrupted. "She is quiet the ambassador for Redemption."

"Yes well..." Mrs. Martin started, but Garret broke her next words off. He knew she was about to sprout off about the sins of the flesh or some other sermon. He didn't feel like hearing any of that tonight.

"I will have that radiator put in early tomorrow morning Dane," he said. "Your truck should be back on the road by ten."

James gave a laugh. "Not only did I meet Redemptions greatest tour guide, but I also Redemptions miracle man."

The four laughed, Mrs. Martin's was the shortest.

"Yes," Garret said. "We should let these youngsters be on their way." Garret took his wife gently by the arm and started to pull her away. "Good evening Dane, Mary."

"Good evening," James said as Garret and the missus walked away. James looked to Mary. "Now shall I win you that teddy bear I promised you?"

Mary smiled. "After you Mr. Cole."

James gave her a crooked smile before leading her away.

16

The park had one feature that attracted the romantic in everyone, a pond. The pond was surrounded by a wooden walkway lined with white Christmas lights wrapped around the railing facing the water, and on all four points of the compass sat a pavilion with picnic tables set up. It was the perfect family setting by day, and the perfect romance movie scene at night.

James and Mary made their way down the walkway, at Mary's suggestion, alone for the first time since leaving the hotel. They took advantage of the moment and held each other in their walk. James had his arm around her waist, and Mary rested her head against his shoulder, holding the pink stuffed teddy bear James had won her close to her chest.

When they reached the pavilion on the north side of the pond, and furthest from the fair, Mary led James to the picnic table. They sat down and looked out on the water. The Christmas lights threw diamond sparkles on the still surface of the water. It was perfect.

"So," Mary started, breaking the silence. "I guess you're leaving tomorrow."

James could hear the disappointment in her voice. It upset him more then anything, but he couldn't let her know that. "You knew I was leaving tomorrow from the beginning," he said, trying his best to put an edge of tenderness in his voice.

"I know," she said giving a small fake laugh. "But the past two days have just gone by too fast."

"Yeah," he said. The tenderness in his voice must have worked on her, but not for him. He stood up and walked away from Mary and leaned over the railing looking out on the water. Anger filled him and he knew why, he just didn't want to face that fact. 

He was falling for this woman.

"What's wrong Dane?" she asked from the picnic table.

James turned around and leaned back on the railing. He shook his head. "Me," he said. "I'm a fucking ass."

"Don't say that," Mary said standing up. She set the teddy bear on the table and crossed to him. "You are a sweet man," she said when she reached him.

"No I'm not," he said stepping away from the railing. He felt he had to be away from her a moment. "I'm a married man, and here I am with you. Nearly forgetting about my wife and kids completely."

"The Lord does work in mysterious ways Dane," she said. James nearly lost it. "There's a reason you're here in Redemption, there's a reason you and I met, there's a reason why we have what we have together."

James did laugh. "Maybe, but it's not the reason you think."

"What do you mean?" Mary asked.

James looked at her before he stepped closer to her. He put his hand gently on her cheek, a tear spilled over her eye lid and James wiped it away. "I wish I could tell you Mary, I really do. But I can't."

Mary nodded and looked down. "I understand," she said sadly. "We all have our own little secrets I guess."

"I'm sorry," James said softly.

Mary looked up at him and smiled. More tears had fallen now. "I understand Dane," she said and sniffled. "Can we just act like this conversation didn't happen and have a good last night together?"

"I would like that," James said and kissed her. The kiss started out soft and tender, but Mary had soon turned it into something more passionate.

James took Mary under the arms and lifted her onto the railing. He kissed her a little longer, before working his way down her chin to her throat. When he reached her chest, he planted kisses on the top of her shirt where he thought her nipples were hidden underneath, he felt them harden under his lips. He worked his way down the belly to her waist.

When he reach the button of her shorts, he took a quick look around. Not a soul in sight. He quickly unbuttoned her shorts and kissed the skin under it. He worked the zipper down, letting his tongue run down over her panties. With her shorts undone, he lifted her slightly and pulled her shorts and panties down over her hips and buried his face between her legs.

Mary took a deep breath as James lips touched her bare skin. She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair as he went about his work.

Mary had orgasmed there on the railing shortly after, then the two made their way back to the hotel for their last night together.

17

James awoke the next morning in the hotel bed alone. For a moment sadness gripped him, then relief. It was better this way. No complications in his leaving. If Mary had been there when he woke up, who knows what would've happened.

He couldn't help but wonder. If she had still been there, naked and cuddled up to him, there was the possibility that he would have stayed, or even taken her with him the opposite way he needed to go. Then where would that leave Joy and the girls?

Dead. That's where.

James sat up and saw the note on Mary's pillow. He picked it up and unfolded the paper.

Dane,

I felt that maybe it would be better if I not be there when you woke up this morning. I knew that we would only be together a few days, so I guess there is no one to blame but myself. You're a great guy and I hope you and your wife live a long and happy life together. And I hope this don't cause problems, but I think I was starting to fall in love with you, so it's best you go without seeing me again.

Love,

Mary

James read over the note three times, a grin on his face. It felt good to know that he wasn't the only one feeling the way he did, but it didn't make things any easier. As much as he hated to, he ripped the note into tiny squares and tossed them into the trash before heading to the bathroom for the last shower he would take in Redemption.

18

It was noon when James reached Garret's. The garage doors were open, and the place looked ready for business, but when James went in and looked around, there was no sign of Garret anywhere.

"Garret," he yelled as he walked around the garage, looking in every corner and opening every door. After a ten minute search, James gave up. He went in and went through some papers at the front desk. There was no bill on the Expedition. "Fuck," he said.

He took a piece of paper and an envelope. He wrote Garret a short note telling him thanks for fixing the Expedition and that he didn't know how much was owed. He put ten one hundred dollar bills in the envelope and closed it. He set the envelope on the cash register and went back to the garage.

James took one more quick look around. Still no sign of Garret. James climbed behind the wheel of the Expedition to find the keys in the ignition. He grasped the keys and turned it.

The engine roared to life.

"Thank you Garret," James smiled. He threw the Expedition into drive and pulled out of the garage. Once on the road again, he called Enrique to assure him that he was on his way and would be at the meeting place in two days.

Things were starting to once again look better for him. Thank God.

19

James had nearly reached the west end of town. He could see the city limits just ahead. And it actually felt good to be nearly out of this town. Sure meeting Mary had been great, and Garret had been nice, but the rest of the town looked at him like he was the devil.

He passed the city limits sign and left Redemption behind him. Ahead, he could see three crosses sitting on the side of the road. As he got closer, there seemed to be something on the center 

cross. He figured it was some sort of statue or maybe a dummy. After all this was the bible belt.

Just before he reached the crosses, he saw the red cap that Garret was always wearing. James slowed and saw that it was indeed just as he feared. It was Garret hanging on the cross. The coveralls and his face were covered in blood.

James slammed on the brakes and skidded into the ditch. He eased the Expedition forward so he could stand on the hood. He quickly jumped out and climbed onto the hood. He was nearly eye to eye with Garret.

James grabbed both sides of Garret's head and lifted it. His face was bruised and bloodied, most of the blood had already dried. Fresh blood spurted from a long slit in his throat.

"No Garret," James said. "Wake up."

He was too late. Garret was dead. Who would do this? Why would some one do this? Garret was a good man, and didn't deserve this. James lowered his head. The only other time in his life he had felt this helpless was that day in court two months ago. As he lowered his head, his eyes caught sight of something he hadn't noticed at first. His mind had been too focused on Garret to really register anything else.

There was a large bag hanging from Garret's neck, and James knew the bag the moment he saw it. It was the bag that held the 5 million dollars. 

James stared at it, stunned for a moment. He then took the bag from Garret and jumped off the hood. He was scared to open it. It was too light in his hands to still have the money. 

James walked to the back of the Expedition. He grabbed the door handle and took a deep breath before opening the back. The tarp was still there, but it looked a lot different. He grabbed the tarp and held it for a moment, scared to lift it. He lifted the tarp and glanced under it, then he pulled the tarp violently out of the Expedition.

Nothing.

"No," James whispered. He had been so glad to be done here, he didn't even think about looking to see if everything was where it should have been. 

Had Enrique come here? Did he do this to Garret? If he had, where was Joy and the girls? Why hadn't he said something on the phone earlier?

The bag. The answer had to be in the bag. Why else would it be around Garret's neck?

James grabbed the zipper on the bag and unzipped it. Just as he had suspected, the money was gone, but the bag wasn't empty.

He pulled the pink teddy bear out and held it up.

"You fucking bitch," James said through clenched teeth.

Maybe he wasn't done in Redemption like he had hoped.

20

The Expedition came to a stop, the front tire jumping onto the curb, in front of Mary's two story home. James opened the door and climbed out, leaving the engine running. He stood on the sidewalk looking at the house. This woman had told him she loved him, kept him company, and slept with him for the past two nights. This woman had been something special in his life, but she had also killed Garret. He had a feeling things were about to get real ugly.

James reached into his pocket and pulled the cell phone out. Without looking away from the house, he dialed the number only a few people knew. There were two rings before a female voice filled his ears.

"Edward Anderson's office," the woman said. "How can I help you?"

"Hello Lois," James said. "I need to speak with Edward."

There was a silent moment. "Right away Mr. Whitten," she finally said before the line went silent. 

James didn't move.

After a long wait, there was a click on the phone.

"Where are you James?" Edward said. James now started for the door.

"I'm not going to tell you Edward," James said. "Because I already know you're tracing this call."

"Then why did you call James?"

"Because there's about to be some shooting in this small town," James said. "You have about thirty seconds before it starts. So you better hurry, I know the election's coming up and you are so close to getting that head position. But let's see how the public likes knowing that you knew about this before it happened and could've stopped it."

"James, what ever you are about to do, please don't. We can work this out."

"No we can't. Goodbye you piece of shit."

James pulled the phone from his ear and dropped it into the flowers that lined the walkway to the house. He climbed the steps and stood on the porch a moment before trying the door knob. The knob didn't budge. 

Locked.

James took a step back and kicked the door open. The door shot back and bounced off the wall. James stepped in the house before the door could shut. He pushed the door and saw a woman in white robes standing in the foyer of the house. The woman stood stiffly, scared of him.

"Where's Mary," James barked at the woman.

The woman turned and started to run from him. Enraged, James grabbed the woman by the neck of her robe and pulled her back. The woman fell backwards, turning as she went. The wall by the door stopped her. There was a loud thud as she hit face first and fell to the floor, a spot of blood

on the wall where her face had hit.

James looked at the woman a moment before he heard voices in the next room. James pulled a pistol from the waist of his jeans and held it at ready as he stepped around the nearest corner. He was now facing a living room full of women in white robes, all facing the opposite direction from him. There was a woman in a black robe standing before the other women. To the left of the woman in black's was a blanket draped over something, and on her right was the Reverend Hannam tied naked to a table top.

"Stop," James yelled.

All the women turned to James.

James aimed the gun at the woman in black. He had no idea what was going on here, but he wasn't about to let Hannam meet the same fate a Garret, no matter how much he didn't like the man. Plus there was the matter of the money and cocaine. James looked over the white robed women. He saw Mrs. Martin, Ms. Wetherby, and a few other faces he passed by every day he and Mary were out walking. No Mary.

The woman in the black robe pulled the hood down. It was Mary.

"There," Mary said pointing to James. "Not only does man use God as his authority, but he also uses weapons, because he knows woman is more powerful then he."

"Look Mary," James said. "I really don't give two shits about what's going on here. I just want what you have taken from me."

Mary smiled. That smile had melted him before, but not now. Mary grabbed the blanket and pulled it back. There was the cocaine and the money, stacked neatly on a table. "Is this what you want?"

James took a step in. "You bet your sweet ass it is."

"Such vulgarity," Mary said. She pulled a lighter from her robe and lit it. "How about you clean up your mouth and I'll think about it."

"Look," James said taking another step in. "I don't have the time to fuck with you."

James didn't see the woman behind him until it was too late. Bright light and pain shot through his head. James fell forward, the pistol shot from his hand and skidded across the floor.

Before he could turn himself over, something hard hit him in the ribs.

"No body threatens Mother Mary," A woman standing over him said before kicking him in the face. James collapsed to the floor, breathing heavily.

James looked up at the woman that had just kicked him, wincing at the pain that filled his body. Mary walked up to the woman and put an arm around her. 

"That's enough Julie," Mary said and kissed the girl on the lips. Mary then knelt beside him. "Sorry, but my wife gets jealous easily."

"Your wife?" James choked.

"I know the past two days have been hard on her," Mary said ignoring James's question. "But she's been a real trooper."

"You fucking bitch."

Julie kicked James in the stomach.

"You shouldn't insult me James," Mary said.

James froze. He had never told Mary his real name. He looked up at her wide eyed.

"What, you think no one here watches the news," Mary said. "After seeing the news report on you Sunday night, I did a little research on the internet and learned quite a bit about you."

Mary ran a finger down the side of his face before standing.

"We're not just a bunch of Hilljacks down here you know."

Mary walked away, Julie close at her heels. James watched them walk to the front of the room. Against the wall, eight feet away, his pistol rested.




Mother Masturbates Disabled Son



I'm very into mother/son incest because of my situation. At 15 I broke my neck in a car wreck and that left me paralyzed from the shoulders down. I'm 35 now. I can move my arms a bit but not my hands or fingers. Mom puts on my external condoms (glue/tape) that allow my urine (if I pee) to flow into the condom, out the open end spout, down a small tube into a plastic urine bag on my leg.

Anyway, my point is she has to get me erect first to put on the glue and condom. Sometimes she has to scrub the base of my cock to get the old glue to come off completely. All this fondling makes my dick very hard (but I can't actually feel it) and sometimes (ok, often) she adds lotion telling me my skin is red and she milks me and masturbates me… griping my dick just like I would (when I use to masturbate) from my shaft to my big mushroom head. I use to wonder if she was playing with my cock… or, if she was just being a good nurse. She hasn't had a man in nearly a year. I don't want to brag either but my cock is above average in size. It's almost 8 inches and very thick. It has a wonderful mushroom head like a helmet and gets extremely hard when its fully erect. 

My bed is electric and I keep the head raised so I can watch her as she plays with my cock. Since I can't feel what she's doing I get turned on just because she takes such an interest in masturbating me although she would never call it that. Since it's rare for a Quad to ejaculate I can stay very hard for a long amount of time as long as my erection gets stimulation. 

She has now taken what should be a 5 minute activity to as long as an hour and a half. Lately she's mentioned that it's important to keep me erect so my blood flow will remain good as I age. I know its bullshit but if that's what she wants to tell herself to keep jerking me off then that's fine. I just play along. 

About a month ago she started using a penis pump she bought off the internet. It's a clear plastic cylinder that sucks your cock into an erection but seems to suck you about an inch bigger than usual. It really seems to add width and especially makes the big mushroom head seem a whole lot bigger and puffy. My cock looks huge inside it as she pumps it up. She leaves it on me for 30 minuets, yes, claiming she doesn't want me having any blood flow problems. After that she takes it off and my dick really does look massive after 30 minutes in this thing, she now adds a wide tight rubber band at the base of my big dick. I love seeing myself that hard and I can see why she enjoys playing with my cock. 

Then she starts her masturbating routine which more and more is a very erotic jerk off session that somehow I can't fully feel but I think I've convinced myself I'm having multiple orgasm. She jerks me hard and fast and her hands become a blur to me as she quietly has her fun and I watch silently but breathing like a man being fucked to death. As I get that sensation that I'm Cuming even though I'm not Cuming outwardly I tense my face and take deep breathes and she responds by speeding up her strokes on my cockhead. A part of her has to know what she's doing but another part of her is convinced she just being the good nurse. 

I don't care, I love the attention. Before my accident I jacked myself off five or six times a day. I do wish she'd suck me off or mount me but I don't know if she could justify that in her mind. 

A few nights ago my Aunt Beth (mom's younger sister/ 3 years younger) stopped by unannounced. She had let herself in and wandered down the hall where mom was masturbating the hell out of me. Honestly neither one of us heard her nor did we see her standing in the doorway watching. 

I was moaning as mom worked my big cock into a rough veined reddish purple meat stick that stood at attention pulsing and throbbing beneath her firm grip. Over time she had gotten to be a perfectionist at following my breath and my moans as I hit climax after climax. I had read on the internet that most Quads can't ejaculate out their cock but instead shot the sperm into their bladder. I knew it was more than my imagination as I felt a strange tingle in my head that meant I was cumming. Quads keep their erections too during this so it made sense that I was cumming about three or four times a night during an hour and a half of constant milking. I kept waiting for mom to tire of this and not want to play with my cock anymore but it seemed to be the opposite. Her masquerade of thinking this was some kind of preventive medicine wasn't really plausible anymore especially since lately when she felt me nearing a climax she allowed herself a bit of motherly cheerleading by uttering under her breath phrases like, "that's it, c'mon give it up big boy, let it go."

We had just hit such a moment (the 2nd of the night) and I lay there winded as mom slowed down her strokes as she did when I hit the climax. She would gradually build me back into another frenzy as she kneaded her fingers up my shaft to the big head. My Aunt saw this as a time to make herself known as she cleared her throat and entered the room. 

"well there you are," she smiled giving mom a hug as mom released me and turned to her sister. My erection just stood at attention throbbing. Mom had a big wide tight rubber band down on my shaft so my cock was fat and swollen veins bulging and the big shiny head looking up toward me.

"how's my favorite nephew," she asked leaning over the bed to hug me. 

"I'm fine,"

"well you look fine," she smiled. "So handsome."

"we didn't hear you come in, "° mom started.

"I let myself in," she began, "°I hope I'm not interrupting one of his treatments," she smiled looking at my erection and back at me. "°what a beautiful man," she smiled. "Even now, just look at him."

"I was putting some lotion on him to help with his circulation," mom jabbered.

"whatever you're doing seems to be working,"

"Well its part of his nightly regiment," mom went on.

"I wish I had a cock like that to go home to every night," she joked "°I'd be there right now."

"well it keeps him healthy and his blood flow"

"what's with the rubber band?"

"its complicated Beth, but his doctor suggested it as part of his treatment."

"if you asked me I'd say this cock needs a good hard fucking," she smiled. "That'll get his blood going."

"Beth, don't talk like that in front of him."

"he knows what I'm talking about,"

Mom shuffled Aunt Beth out of the room and I could hear them arguing. About 5 minuets later returned alone. 

"what's wrong with Aunt Beth?" I asked.

"she's got this perverted idea that I should let her come in here and fuck you," mom said, "°can you imagine that your own aunt wanting to take advantage of you like that."

"I'd don't want to fuck aunt5 Beth," I smiled.

"see and I told her that,"

"I'd rather be fucking you." I smiled.

"What? You don't know what you're saying,"

"yes I do, I want your pussy on my big dick,"

"don't even talk like that she'll her you,"

"well if you don't want to fuck me then bring Aunt Beth back in here,"

"you don't mean that,"

"yes I do,"

"I heard him all the way down the hall," Aunt Beth smiled standing in the doorway. "he wants one of us to fuck him. He's a grown man for crying out loud. He has needs. Right now he needs a nice hot pussy fucking him. He doesn't give a shit who's pussy it is either. He's a man… they just want to get laid. Just look at how his dick is throbbing. You gotta get him off."

"well it won't be me" momma said

"well I'm not gonna stand by and not help him. I'll fuck his brains out."

Aunt Beth had removed her shirt and shoes and was dropping her shorts as momma stood there glancing at my boner and her near naked sister. Beth unhooked her big bra exposing long banana shaped freckled tittles with inch long nipples. At 5'3 and 130 lbs she had a tight small hippy frame. She slid out of her panties and on top of me. Hr dark brown bush spread beneath her fingers and the bulging head of my rock hard cock. She raised herself and eased down my pole. She left the rubber band on me. After a few slow strokes 

Aunt Beth became a blur to me raising herself and smacking down on my cock and balls. Mother never left the room, she just stood by the bedside as Aunt Beth fucked me harder than I could have imagined. This was no mercy fuck. The bed rattled and creaked. This was a loud juicy smacking fuck as her tits bounced and her pussy and ass constantly smacked my ball sack as she rode me in wave after wave of hard fast fucking animal sex. She fucked me as she sweated and panted for breath until her legs and ass turned to Jell-O and she eased off me exhausted. 

My cock was still rock hard. I saw the pussy juice glisten as it was running down her inner thighs. My cock bounced and twitched wanting more. It stood tall glistening with pussy juice throbbing, begging my mother to mount it. My Aunt sat in the chair beside my bed touching her sloppy pussy still trying to get her breath. Good Lord son, that was one of the best fucks I've ever had in my life, she muttered, even if I did have to do all the work myself." She smiled. "Give me a minute or two to catch my second wind and we'll try it again"

That was it. That was all my dear mother could take. She pulled her shirt over her head, she was braless and her big beautiful tits sprang loose. Huge dark nipples. My aunt and I watched as she quickly removed her shorts and panties in one motion. Her pussy was shaved bald. She got on the bed and straddled my cock and aimed it into her folds. You could tell she was already wet. I urged her along by saying "momma, give me my treatment "and that's all it took.

For a few minutes she just rocked me in long slow strides… then she rocked my world. (end part 1)