12 comments/ 61102 views/ 20 favorites Oddball Ch. 01 By: JimBob44 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 Mary Farmer sat out under the oak tree and ate her peanut butter and apple jelly sandwich. In the August heat, she would have preferred to eat inside, in the school cafeteria, but had learned on her first day at DeGarde High School that there was nowhere for her to sit. "Get lost, nerd girl." "Um, excuse me, this is the senior table." "Sorry, saving those seats for my friends." She sat out under the oak tree on sunny days. On rainy days, she sat under the awning of the gymnasium. On bitterly cold days, she would go inside the gymnasium and sit on the bleachers. It wasn't her fault she was weird, an oddball. She was the product of a loveless marriage between a drunkard father and an overly religious mother. Her father often caved in, let her mother run the household. Their religion forbade the cutting of women's' hair, or the wearing of make-up, or of exposing any flesh. Her dresses went from her throat to her ankles, her brown hair hung down to mid-calf. Standing at four feet, eleven inches, if her odd manner of dress had not earned her ridicule, her short stature would have. She pushed her large glasses up her button nose and smiled; Jack Rogers and John Ridgelow had obviously finished their lunch early and were outside throwing a football back and forth. She sipped her water and watched the two eighteen-year-old boys. Her heart did a little flip-flop; Thomas 'Tank' Kowalski came outside and intercepted a pass intended for John. He was the handsomest boy she knew. He was also the biggest boy she'd ever seen. He stood at six feet, six inches and tipped the scales at three hundred pounds. ) Once, she'd seen in without a shirt on and nearly swooned; his muscular chest and washboard abdomen fueled her masturbation fantasies ever since then.) He kept his brown hair cut short, instead of following the trend of long, straggly, greasy looking hair, and he dressed neatly; his pants weren't hanging off of his hips, his shirttails weren't hanging out. Whenever he smiled, his blue eyes would crinkle up, and his lips would part, showing his white teeth. "Give me the ball, bitch," John demanded and Tank just laughed and tossed it back to Jack. Her smile faded; the cheerleaders were outside too. Of all those that tormented her, they were the worst. There was Peggy Morrison. At five foot eleven a lot of people said she would have a career as a model. Mary didn't think she was very pretty; her face was hard, unfriendly. Most of the male population of DeGarde High School, most of the males of DeGarde, Louisiana would disagree with Mary. Her long blonde hair, hazel eyes and pouting lips got their attention, got their blood boiling. Then there was Amber Waterson. No one kidded himself or herself; Amber wasn't pretty. She had a voluptuous body, and was willing to fuck anyone, male or female, so long as they were popular and that was the only reason the pig-faced girl was popular. Mindy Laporte was the third cheerleader outside. She was just as short as Mary, was very slender like Mary, but there the similarities ended. She kept her blonde hair styled in the latest fashion, slathered on a pound of make-up, and dressed in extremely revealing clothing. She was Jack Rogers' girlfriend and was quite vocal about the things that they did when they went out to Huvall's Levee, the local make-out spot. The other two cheerleaders, Britney and Tiffany Wertmuller, obviously had enough sense to stay indoors, stay in the air-conditioning. Mary looked at her watch, an eighteenth birthday present from her daddy, and sighed. It was almost time for Chemistry class. To get to her locker, she would have to walk right by the cheerleaders, would have to endure their taunts. With a final glance at Thomas, she gathered up her lunch bag and water bottle and got to her feet. "Oh Mary," Peggy called out. "I just love your dress! Very fashionable! For the eighteen hundreds!" "How do you fuck in that get-up?" Amber sneered. Mary blushed hotly, but did not respond, just kept walking toward the corridor. Grace Breaux came out of the corridor and roughly shoved Mary aside. "Oh, I am so sorry, Holy Mary," she sneered. "Will I go to Hell for that?" Mary had earned the nick-bane 'Holy Mary' by committing the grievous faux pas of blurting out 'That's a sin!' when two of the popular girls were discussing a third girl's lesbianism. The moniker fit her overly religious upbringing so it stuck. Mary blinked back the tears that threatened to spill out, pushed her glasses back up and made her way to her locker. Tank frowned darkly when he saw his girlfriend shove Mary. He didn't really know Mary all that well, even though they were in many of the same classes, both being Straight-A students, but was sure that the diminutive girl had done nothing to deserve physical abuse. He was no stranger to physical abuse; his father was a hard-drinking police officer, who thought the best way to get his point across was with a punch to the face. When his two sons got too big for that, he switched over to verbal abuse. Sometimes words hurt more than fists do. Grace Breaux wasn't the most attractive girl in DeGarde High School, but at six foot two, it just seemed destined that she and Tank would hook up. Her bushy brown hair, broad nose, and mean little eyes earned her no long line of admirers. But as Tank pointed out to Jim, his older brother, 'She sucks dick.' Chapter 2 The bell rang and Tank raced to his locker and grabbed his Chemistry book. He ran to the class and sat down in one of the few available seats. He flipped his notebook open and began to scribble. He shook his pen and tried it again. Nothing. He searched his pockets for another pen, but there was none. "Need this?" a squeaky voice asked and he looked to see a small hand holding out a well-chewed pencil. "Thanks," he smiled and Mary's heart stopped for a moment. "Uh, uh, Miss Farmer, think you could wait to uh talk to your uh boyfriend after class," Mr. Cousins stammered, earning him the laughter of the rest of the class. Tank looked at the small girl, head hung in shame, face beet red from embarrassment and looked at the smirking teacher, basking in a rare bit of popularity. "You miserable old fuck," he bellowed and stood up. "She was loaning me a pencil, all right? Want to embarrass someone, why don't you try me, huh?" "Uh, uh, Mr. Kowalski, uh, uh, maybe you should be uh better prepared for my uh class," Mr. Cousins stammered, very frightened. He opened his desk drawer and felt around for the can of pepper spray. "Uh uh, maybe you should uh uh bite me," Tank sneered. "Thomas, please sit down," Mary begged. "Tank looked at her, eyes pleading with him and felt his anger dissipate. He nodded his head and sat down. "Uh, there's no uh need for profanities, uh Mr. Kowalski," Mr. Cousins stammered. "Whatever," Tank sneered. At the end of class he smiled at Mary and handed her back her chewed up pencil. She smiled back and quietly gathered up her books. He ran to his locker to pick up a pen and his Western Civilization History book, and then ran to class. He slipped into a vacant seat just as Mr. Boudreaux was beginning roll call. "Ah, how nice of you to join us, Mr. Kowalski," Mr. Boudreaux intoned. "Oh, sure, sure, wouldn't want to miss my nap time," Tank smiled. It was a running joke between the student and teacher; Tank had actually fallen asleep in one of Mr. Boudreaux's classes back in his freshman year and the teacher enjoyed ribbing him about it. "Need this?" Tank heard a squeak and looked over to see a well-chewed pencil being offered to him. "No, thanks, got my own," he smiled and showed Mary his pen. Brace's eyes narrowed to mean little slits. "Want me to leave so you two can be alone?" Mr. Boudreaux asked. "Hey, would you?" Tank smiled. "That'd be great!" "Shut up, Mr. Kowalski," Mr. Boudreaux smiled, finished calling the roll and launched into the lecture on Grecian influences on modern culture. Grace wasn't sure what her man and that little Holy Roller were smiling about, but she vowed to put it to a quick end. Tank was her man; no little bitch that dressed like a farmer's wife was going to steal him away. Chapter 3 Mary was putting her books away when Grace and Amber and Peggy and Mindy came around the corner. "Hey, bitch," Mary heard and turned around just as Grace reached out to shove her backward. "Stay the fuck away from Tank, hear?" Grace snarled, pushed Mary backward again, and to back up her threat, flicked open her switchblade knife. Mary felt physically ill and fought the urge to urinate as Grace waved the point of the sharp knife millimeters from her face. Hear?" Grace snarled. Behind her, Peggy and Mindy giggled. Amber looked a little sick herself. Grace closed the blade, stuck it in the back pocket of her jeans and sauntered off. Mary gathered her books and looked around to make sure the coast was clear before dashing to the bus. She found an empty seat and nervously looked around to make sure that Grace wasn't lurking around. ---- Football practice was a disjointed effort and finally Coach Benoit dismissed them. Tank joined the five other males that did avail themselves of the showers. "God damn, is that a dick or an elephant trunk?" Carter McDonald asked. "Elephant trunk," Jack laughed. "That's why Tank doesn't like peanuts; damned thing keeps shoveling them up his ass." "Hey, I don't look at your little pee-pees, don't be looking at my dick, okay?" Tank grumbled. He hated being such a big guy. He hated not being able to buy the latest fashions, hated always being the object of gawking, even fear, especially among children. He couldn't help it; his father was large, and so was his mother. He envied his older brother, Jim. Jim was of average height and weight, could buy his clothes off the rack and as a result always looked good. He dried off and dressed in shorts and tee shirt. Leaving the gym, he sighed. Grace leaned against his battered pick up truck, waiting for a ride home. He wished she had gotten a ride with one of her friends. He wasn't in the mood to listen to her complaining about whatever she felt like complaining about, or her caustic and biting remarks about their fellow students or teachers. She seemed to be horny, though and was pulling his cock out of his shorts before he even had the truck in gear. That meant she'd had a fight with someone; fighting always made her horny. At least he wouldn't have to listen to her ugly comments while she had a mouth full of his meat. She unzipped her pants and frantically rubbed her pussy while sliding about four inches of his cock into her mouth. "Uh, here, uh! Here it comes!" Tank grunted and began to spurt heavily into her mouth. She took it all, then sat up and rolled down the window of his truck and spat out the mouthful of his semen. She spat several times and he sighed. That always left him feeling more disgusted than satisfied; the thought that the taste of him was so repugnant to her. She sat back and lighted a menthol cigarette. "So, um, what was that shit between you and Holy Mary?" she spat and blew a stream of the cigarette smoke in his direction. "What shit?" he asked and waves the smoke away. "In History class," she shrilled. "Don't act all fucking innocent! You two all buddy-buddy with each other!" "Nothing!" he yelled. "I needed a pencil in Chemistry class so she loaned me one. She was just asking if I needed it again, that's all!" "Oh," she said, mollified. Then she let a mean little giggle escape. He was suspicious of her giggles; Grace was not a happy and giggly girl. "What?" he asked. "Nothing," she smirked. "But you should have seen that little bitch's face when I whipped out my blade on her!" "What?" he asked, incredulous? "Yeah," she laughed, blowing out more cigarette smoke. "Fucking looked like she was going to shit on herself!" Tank slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop on Highway 27. Grace had to put her hands out to brace herself. A car that was following too closely had to slam on its brakes to avoid plowing into the rear of the truck and the driver blared his horn. Tank stuck his hand out the window, middle finger extended. "Get out," he ordered. "Jesus Christ! What the fuck's your problem?" Grace yelled. "Are you deaf?" he screamed. "Get out!" "Oh fuck you, drama queen," she said and tossed her cigarette out the window. "Get the fuck out of my truck, now," he bellowed and flung open her door. Grace knew better than to argue with him when he was in this kind of mood so she gathered her book bag and purse and got out of the truck. Tank slammed on the accelerator and sped off. He turned the next corner and reached over and slammed the door shut. Then he sped away again. Grace sat on the side of the highway and lighted another cigarette. ---- Peggy felt great. She sucked on the killer joint that Fred had sold to her and Amber for a blowjob from Amber. Amber lay between Peggy's legs, sucking and slurping on Peggy's heavy pussy lips. Peggy held the smoke in until giggles racked her body. She laughed out loud and pushed Amber's sucking mouth away from her. "Hey, bitch!" Amber complained and reached out for the joint. "God damn, going to Bogart the whole fucking thing?" "Aw, jeez, here, whiney cunt," Peggy sneered and handed the joint to Amber. "Damn, next time YOU suck your brother's dick, bitch," Amber groused and took a mammoth hit off of the joint. "I suck his dick, ain't going to be for no fucking joint," Peggy sneered. Peggy got the giggles again. "Did you see that little bitch's face when Grace whipped out her blade?" Peggy giggled. "I thought the little bitch was going to piss on herself!" "Uh huh," Amber said, the buzz leaving just as quickly as it had come. She was afraid of Grace and was deathly afraid of what Grace would do if she ever found out that she had fucked Tank one night when Grace was out of town. Tank and she had drank a whole fifth of vodka, had made out for a couple of minutes, then Tank unzipped his jeans and pulled out the biggest cock Amber had ever seen. He liked her hairless pussy and even put his mouth on it and licked and sucked her to orgasm; a very rare thing. Most guys just shoved her on her back, thrust it in, and then left. The alcohol was killing his ability to come and he grew more and more frustrated. She was beginning to get dry and started complaining. Tank slapped her, hard, pushed her over onto her belly and jammed his cock into her unprepared rectum. She screamed bloody murder, begging him to pull it out. He finished, pulled his slimy cock from her bowels, and used her blouse to clean his cock off. With another slap to her tear streaked face, he left. She had never come so hard as she did that night. But Tank had been so disgusted with himself, he swore off of alcohol from that time forward, and never let Amber get him alone again. Grace would not be too quick to forgive and forget so Amber kept her mouth shut. "Where you going?" Peggy said and spread her legs wide, invitingly. "Home," Amber said and pulled her jeans on. "Shipload of homework, you know?" Fred pretended to be fascinated by something on ESPN when Amber came walking through the living room. "Hey Fred, that's some killer shit," Amber said and Fred just nodded his head. "Let you fuck me for three of them, huh?" Amber said, smiling what she thought was her sexiest smile. "Don't think so," Fred sneered and Amber's face fell. ---- Mary let herself into the rent house she and her parents lived in. She quickly began to fix dinner for the three of them; that was her job. Mama fixed breakfast and packed her lunch; Mary did the dinner. Daddy's job, Mary liked to tease him, was to get fat. Mary adored her Daddy and adored her Uncle George. Uncle George owned the house they lived in and Daddy worked at Uncle George's garage. Mama didn't seem to be very fond of Daddy, or of Uncle George. In fact, she seemed to be very resentful of both of them. Mary put the leg quarters into the cast iron skillet and quickly chopped the bell pepper and onion while the chicken hissed and spattered. She turned the pieces over then scraped the onion and bell pepper into the pan. He had smiled at her. He had sat down next to her in Chemistry class (she wanted to squeal when he did that) and then stood up for her against that odious little Mr. Cousins. When he sat down next to her again in History class, he had smiled at her. When Mr. Boudreaux had made that joke about leaving them alone (Oh, what she'd love to do if she ever did get to be alone with Thomas!) instead of acting all irritated, Thomas had smiled. She carefully added the chicken broth, making sure not to get any grease spatters on her clothing, lowered the heat and covered the pan. Then she raced down the hallway to the bathroom. They'd be so surprised to find out that 'Holy Mary' masturbated just like they did. They'd be so surprised to find out that she had normal urges, normal lusts and desires just like they all did. She locked the door and dropped her panties to the floor. She found her hairbrush and got the handle good and wet with her saliva. Hiking her long skirt up to her waist, she reached behind her and jammed the handle of the hairbrush into her rectum. She'd been in the locker room, getting dressed for their Physical Education class when she overheard Peggy and Britney giggling about Amber having trouble walking that day. They said it was because one of the football players had stuck his manhood into her backside. (No, those weren't the words they'd used; the words they'd used were so vulgar she almost vomited.) At first, she'd been horrified that anyone would even perform such a profane, offensive act. By the time she'd gotten home, though, her own backside tingled with the thought of it. She'd gingerly slid a finger into her rectum while feeling for her button and had nearly fainted from the force of the orgasm. Now, she regularly incorporated anal stimulation in her nearly daily masturbation sessions. "Uh!" she groaned out when her fingers found her throbbing clitoris. "Uh!" she cried out again as she pinched her clitoris, while sliding the hairbrush handle in and out of her rectum. Slowly she pulled the hairbrush out and washed it clean, then washed her hands and pulled her panties back on. She always felt so guilty after masturbation; the Bible said it was a sin. It also said it was a sin to lust after another person, unless you were married to them. Oh, she would love to be married to Thomas; she would give him as any children as she could. There was only one way to have children that she knew of and she would love to procreate with him. Chapter 4 Grace came to the conclusion that Tank wasn't going to calm down and return for her, so she got to her feet and started walking the three miles to her house. Amber saw a familiar figure on the side of the road and slowed down. "Hey, thank God you came by when you did," Grace said and got in. "I been out here for about an hour (It had been less than fifteen minutes); Tank blew a fucking gasket when I told him I almost fucked up his little girlfriend there." "Uh huh,' Amber said and then turned up a song, even though she hated 'How To Save a Live.' "Yeah, believe that shit?" Grace yelled. "Tells me theater ain't shit going on, but he's too quick to get all bent out of shape, you ask me." Amber pulled up in front of Grace's house. Grace looked over, horny again from her fight with Tank. "Want to come in? Got some killer shit from Fred," she asked. Oddball Ch. 01 Amber was tempted; Grace was one of the few that gave as good as she got, and Amber did want to get a good buzz going before she went home, but Fred's rejection was still stinging, and her fear of Grace's knife also clouded the picture. She shook her head no. "Can't, got a shipload of homework," she lied. "Fine, "Grace spat and got out of the car. ---- Tank put the novelty pencil on the counter and smiled as the salesgirl giggled over it. It was two feet in length from large eraser to sharpened point and at least three inches around. He knew where the Farmers lived; their house was at the end of Frontier Trail. He lived on Kingsmen, three blocks away. He drove out to her house and parked a street. Mary turned on the burner for the rice and turned down the burner for the string beans. Someone knocked at the door and she wrinkled her brow in confusion. Who would be knocking at their door at this time of the day? She was horrified when she saw a smiling Thomas Kowalski standing on the doorstep. It was bad enough she'd just masturbated thinking about the good-looking man, but if Grace saw him here, she'd be dead. If Mama saw him here, she'd want to be dead. "What are you doing here?" she screamed. "Go away!" She waved her small hands at him as if to shoo away a pesky fly, then slammed the door shut. Thomas was stunned at the reaction and turned to leave when a rusty Chrysler Newport pulled up into the driveway. A harsh looking woman got out and regarded Thomas warily. Thomas smiled, even though he didn't feel like smiling and she held him in her cold eyed stare while she approached the front door. "Good evening, ma'am," Thomas smiled. "I'm Tank Kowalski; I go to school with Mary." Well, Mr. Kowalski," Leah Farmer snapped. "Mary is not to have male visitors when her parents aren't home." "Well, that certainly makes sense, can't be too careful these days," he smiled. "But you're home now." Leah regarded him for a moment; this one was a fast thinker. Curtly, she nodded her head and used her key to open the front door. "Mary," she called out and Mary entered the living room. Leah's face smiled in satisfaction as Mary's face lost all color at the sight of Thomas standing behind Leah. "Yes ma'am?" Mary whispered. "You have company," Leah snapped and went to the kitchen to make sure that Mary was cooking dinner. "What are you doing here?" Mary hissed. "I told you to go away!" "I was going to, but your mother pulled up," Thomas hissed back. "Here," he said and offered Mary the novelty pencil. "I came to give you this for lending me your pencil." "Thank you," she hissed as she yanked it out of his hand. "Now, please, go away!" "Fine, glad to," he snapped and slammed the front door shut. He stood on the small porch for a moment and heard Leah screaming at the small girl. "What was he doing here?" Leah screamed. "I don't know, Mama," Mary cried. "I told him to go away!" "Hmph, I'll just bet you did!" Leah screamed. "You were probably fornicating with him, weren't you?" Thomas hung his head. The saying 'No good deed goes unpunished' certainly seemed to be appropriate here. All the girl did was loan him a pencil and Mr. Cousins embarrassed her in front of the whole class. Then Grace threatened her. And now, her mother was giving her a good tongue-lashing. He got into his truck and drove the three blocks to his house. "Grace called for you," Theresa Kowalski called out as he let himself in. "Okay," he called back. "She called five or six times," his mother went on. "Said it's important." If his mother said Grace called five or six times, she probably called twice. Tank went to his room and called her. He smiled tightly. She let the telephone ring nine times, just to let him know she was mad at him. "What?" she spat when she finally did pick up the receiver. "Hey, Mom said you called," he said. "You left me on the highway," she screamed into the telephone. "I could have been killed!" "Yeah, but you weren't, so there you go," he sighed. "The least you could do is say you're sorry," she screamed. "I am sorry," he said. "I am so fucking sorry you weren't killed. I am so fucking sorry I ever met you. I am so fucking sorry we're even having this conversation." "Fuck you!" she screamed into the telephone. "You?" he snorted. "No thanks." She screamed in frustration when she heard the click, then the dial tone. Chapter 5 John Farmer smiled at his baby girl as she sat down at the kitchen table. "Smells good, Sweetheart," he said as she put his plate in front of him. "Thank you Daddy," she whispered. "Your daughter," Leah began. "Had a male visitor this afternoon." "Really?" John smiled at his daughter as she cringed. "Did you hear me?" Leah hissed. "She had a male come to see her, while we were not home!" "So, she's not allowed to have a boyfriend?" John spat. "You are useless," she said. "He's not my boyfriend," Mary protested. "Then what was Tank doing here?" Leah asked. "Tank?" John asked. "He a big boy, huh?" "I loaned him a pencil," Mary burst into sobs. "He needed a pencil and I did the Christian thing, that's all!" "Hmph, I'll bet," Leah snorted. "Shh, shh," John said and hugged his sobbing daughter. "It's all right, it's all right." ---- Grace sat and waited for Tank to come to his senses and call and apologize. While she waited, she flicked her knife open and closed, open and closed. ---- They sat and ate in total silence; the only sound their forks hitting their plates. A drunken James Kowalski Senior listlessly chewed on a piece of meat, and then swiped the plate to the floor where it shattered. "I can't eat this fucking shit," he bellowed. "Meat's burnt to a crisp, rice is all crunchy, who the fuck taught you how to cook?" He staggered out of the house and got into his police cruiser. Jim and Thomas got up and cleaned up the mess while Theresa sat and cried. The mess cleaned up, they sat back down and began to eat again. Thomas vowed he would never, ever be like his father. ---- Mary closed the bathroom door and pulled her dress over her head. She unhooked her size thirty B cup bra and sniffed it. It stunk of sweat; she probably could get away with wearing it one more day, but decided to throw it into the hamper with her dress and her panties. She filled the tub with steaming hot water, as hot as she could stand it. She slipped into the water, and then lay down to get her long hair wet. Sitting up, she began the laborious task of lathering up the long hair. She lay down again to rinse the shampoo out. She grabbed her razor blade and made quick work of shaving her legs and underarms. Mama had forbade her this luxury until Uncle George had asked her to show him where in the Bible it said she couldn't shave her legs and underarms. "Well, it doesn't specifically say..." Leah had conceded. "Then, please, Leah, please let the child shave her legs and underarms," George had begged. "Bad enough she has to dress like a refugee from the Amish community don't make her even more a target for ridicule in P.E. class." Of course Mama would be both horrified and enraged if she found out that Mary also shaved her pubic mound. She'd been in the locker room when Amber came in and proudly showed off her shaved mound to Peggy and Britney and Tiffany. "What the fuck you looking at, Holy Mary?" she had sneered and Mary blushed and looked away. But it had looked so cool that Mary decided to try it too. Three days later, she found out why more women don't shave their pubic mound; the itching nearly drove her out of her mind. Now, she checked it on a regular basis and shaved it at the first sign of stubble. The water was tepid by the time she pulled the plug and got out. It took two towels, one for her small body, the other for her long hair, but finally she was dried enough to pull her long flannel nightgown on and leave the bathroom. She knelt by the side of her bed to say her prayers. God, I am sorry I am such a sinful creature," she began. Is it a sin to love someone, to want to be with that someone? Is it a sin to want to please him, to make him happy? She'd take his penis into her mouth, like she heard Grace brag about doing. But she wouldn't spit out his semen. She'd savor the taste of it, savor the taste of him, and then swallow it. According to Grace, taking Thomas' penis in her mouth made him very happy. "God!" she gasped aloud. "Oh, Father, please forgive me for having such impure, sinful thoughts!" she begged silently. She'd let him put his manhood into her backside. She knew he'd be much larger than the handle of her brush...she looked at her desk, where her hairbrush lay and blushed hotly...it would probably hurt, she hoped it would hurt; pain would be the price to pay for the sin of sodomy. "I can't believe it!" she groaned. "I'm supposed to be praying and all I can think about is Thomas!" He'd smiled at her. He'd sat down next to her and he smiled at her. Then he came here, to her house, and smiled at her again. He even gave her a stupid pencil. She looked on the desk where his pencil lay. She'd undress and help him undress, doing most of the work for him, as was her place, to be his servant. Then she would please him with her mouth. She would lie down and urge him to lie on top of her, press down on top of her, putting his weight on top of her. She would put his manhood into her womanhood and urge him to take her maidenhead. She would proudly bear him a son, a son they would name Tommy. He would be big and strong and handsome, just like his father. "God, I am so sorry," Mary sobbed out. "I am so sinful!" ---- Grace smoked a joint and seethed in a slow burning rage. Tank said there was nothing going on between him and that little bitch, but there was smoothing going on, or he would have called her to apologize by now. She laughed for a moment; as if Holy Mary would ever suck Tank's cock. Mary would probably be so afraid that the mere sight of a man's cock would send her straight to Hell, she'd run screaming. ---- Jackie Waterson's lip curled up in distaste at the sight of her youngest child's clothing. "You know, being a cheap slut is no way to be popular," she said. "Read that somewhere?" Amber sneered back. Jackie was a single mother of four, and didn't know who the father of three of her four was. The only reason she did know whom the father of her third child was because her third child, Dawn, was black. "Fine, fine, be a whore, fuck everybody, I hope you get knocked up, you little bitch," Jackie said and left the room. ---- Tank stretched out in his bed and reflected on his relationship with Grace. It wasn't love; he had never kidded himself about that. He seriously doubted if it was love on her part either. Neither one of them had ever uttered the words to each other. "Even a bad blow job is still pretty good," he joked to himself, then turned off the lamp. Chapter 6 Mary's eyes had circles under them; she'd gotten no sleep that night. She'd had lustful dreams of Thomas taking her, making her into a woman. Those dreams were interrupted by dreams of suffering in everlasting Hell for her sins. Satan himself had laughed uproariously at her torment. "You look like Rocky Raccoon with those circles under your eyes," Daddy joked. "Hmph!" Leah said. "Probably from a guilty conscience." "Enough!" John thundered, startling Leah. "Good God Almighty! What does that Bible of yours say about being an insufferable, judgmental bitch?" "Well, I never!" Leah declared. "Enough! Enough! I've had it up to here with you!" John screamed and reached across the table and grabbed Leah by her nightgown and pulled her across the table. "Not one more hateful word out of you, do you hear me?" he hissed in her frightened face. "Daddy, no!" Mary cried out. "You hear that?" he screamed. "Do you hear her? Trying to protect you? When's the last time you did anything for her? When's the last time you stuck up for her? I'll tell you when, never!" "Daddy, stop!" Mary cried and tried to pull her father's hands from her mother's nightgown. "I'm sick of this, sick of you," John hissed and shoved Leah backs. She sat down heavily in her chair with an 'Oomph!' "Shh, shh, Daddy's not mad at you, Baby," John hugged his daughter. He glared over the sobbing girl's head at his still silent, still frightened wife. "Go get ready for school, Sweetheart," he murmured and sent her to her room. ---- Grace smoked another joint, still seething with rage. If her parents noticed the sickly sweet smell, if they recognized it, they never said anything about it. She made sure to have her blade ready. Either Tank, or that little freak was getting cut up today. ---- "You just flip this cap up, push down with your thumb and 'Whammo!'" Uncle George had showed her how to use the can of pepper spray, and made her demonstrate that she knew how to use it. She packed the can in her backpack and went back to the kitchen for her lunch. Leah handed her the brown paper bag then did a very unusual thing; she kissed Mary on the top of her head. "Have a nice day, Sweetheart," she said. "You too, Mama," Mary murmured and left the house. ---- Tank playfully gave Jim the finger as Jim left for work. Jim shook his head and returned the gesture, both brothers smiling. Tank cranked up autumn's 'The Hating Tree,' one of his favorite CDs and drove out to Frontier Trail, which would take him to Highway 19. At the corner of Frontier Trail and Highway 19 were a group of students, waiting for the bus. A familiar figure stood, slightly apart from the other students, dressed in her usual garb. He tapped the horn to get Mary's attention. She had seen Thomas' truck approach and turned her back. Then she heard the truck horn, sighed and turned around. "Hey, want a ride?" he smiled. Despite her misgivings, Mary couldn't help but smile back. "I guess Beelzebub isn't finished with me yet," she said and walked toward the truck. She hoisted herself up a clambered not the bench seat of the truck. Thomas had to hide his smile; her legs just barely reached the end of the seat. She buckled up and he hit 'Play' on his 'play' on his stereo. 'Even Now' poured out of the speakers and Mary sat stock still, mesmerized by the swirling music and the angst driven voice of Julie Plant. Thomas looked over at her and laughed out loud. "Grace hates this CD, but looks like you like it," he laughed. "That is the most wonderful thing I've ever heard," Mary declared. Thomas drove somewhat slowly so that she could hear the entire song and pulled up into the school's parking lot just as the song ended. Grace's eyes narrowed as she saw Tank's truck turn the corner. : Thank you, Thomas," Mary murmured and got out of the truck. Grace's eyes opened wide as she saw Mary get out of Tank's truck. She was right; those two were a lot closer than Tank had tried to tell her they were. "That little bitch's ass is so fucking dead," Grace screamed. Behind her, Peggy and Mindy giggled as Grace followed the unaware Mary into the corridor. Peggy and Mindy followed right behind, wanting to see the little freak get what was coming to her. Mary's head was still abuzz from the wonderful strains of music. "You stupid cunt, what the fuck I tell you?" Grace's harsh voice and words cut into her consciousness. Mary reacted on pure adrenaline. She pulled the can out of her backpack, flipped the cap up and pressed down. The spray did its job and Grace, Peggy, and Mindy screamed and fell to the ground, grunting and thrashing in agony. Still on an adrenaline rush, Mary picked up the switchblade knife and threw it into her locker and slammed the door shut as students and teachers began to crowd into the corridor. Amber stood back, grateful she had resisted the temptation to watch a little blood get spilled. Thomas saw the crowd and wondered what was going on, but the students around him were as clueless as he. ---- If John thought she was enjoying this, he was sorely mistaken. Leah's body tensed in orgasm and she screamed aloud as he thrust his manhood into her. He tensed and bellowed as his filthy seed spewed into her. "Get off of me," she hissed. "When I'm good and ready," he laughed and used her long hair to pull her head toward his crotch. "No, John, don't make me do that," she begged as he pushed his still quite hard member into her mouth. One hand rubbed frantically at her pussy while her other hand milked his manhood. She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked hard, trying to get his filthy, disgusting seed. She moaned as another shameful orgasm racked her body. He grabbed the back of her head and forced her to take all of him into her mouth, into her throat. "There'll be more of that when I get home tonight, you hear?" he said and slapped her on her backside. "Yes, John," she demurred. He was her husband, he was the man of the house, and it was his rightful place, to demand that she satisfy him, satisfies his carnal desires, no matter how shameful, how disgusting. She felt like such a cheap, wanton hussy. Chapter 7 Mary sat in the hard wooden chair, silent tears falling. She'd never been in Principal Desmond's office and didn't want to be there now. In three other hard wooden chairs, Grace, Peggy, and Mindy sat, faces still splotchy, eyes red for the effect of the pepper spray. Behind the large wooden desk, a stone-faced Dr. Desmond sat and regarded the four girls. He fought the urge to smile; Mary's feet didn't reach the floor, even though the chair was a small one. Finally, he spoke. "Someone mind telling me what in the hell is going on here?" he asked in his deep voice. "We were just walking down the hall, and this psycho bitch just sprays us," Peggy lied. "Yeah," Mindy agreed. "We wasn't doing nothing; she just starts screaming all kind of Bible shit..." "I have the knife," Mary quietly said. "What?" Dr. Desmond asked. Grace's face paled behind all of the splotches. "I have the knife that Grace was going to cut me with," Mary said. "Want me to get it?" "Please," he said and Mary climbed down from the chair. "I wasn't going to use it," Grace said quickly. "I was just going to scare her with it, that's all." "Bringing a knife onto my campus, Ms. Breaux?" Dr. Desmond asked and smiled. It was not a nice smile. He picked up his telephone and hit the speed dial for the DeGarde Police Department. "Bringing a weapons of any kind, Ms. Breaux, is grounds for expulsion. And as for you, Ms. Morrison, Ms. Laporte," he said then turned his attention to the telephone in his hand. Peggy and Mindy started crying when they heard the principal request the police come to the school. He hung up and smiled, again not a nice smile, as Mary quietly re-entered the office and put the large switchblade knife on is desk. "Thank you Ms. Farmer," he said then turned his attention back to the three bullies. "As I was saying, Ms. Morrison, Ms. Laporte, as this is not the first incident you've been involved in, I do not believe you'll be returning to DeGarde High School either. Good luck in your future endeavors. Ms. Farmer, please go to your next class." "What?" Peggy screamed out. "Why's she get to go back to class? She sprayed us!" "In self-defense, Ms. Morrison," he snarled. ---- Mrs. Melancon gave Mary a note to give to her teacher and Mary left the principal's secretary's office. Miss Thibodeaux wanted to ask, she was a notorious gossip, but just nodded her head and let Mary take a seat. Mary blushed and hung her head in shame as she could hear the buzz and murmurs of her classmates. Oddball Ch. 01 "Okay, okay, now, what time period do you think, class, I'm up here," Miss Thibodaux said. ---- Leah's cheeks burned; she was sure that her fellow insurance agents could look at her, just look at her and tell that she had indulged in shameful, vile acts. They could look at her and tell that her husband had grabbed her, and torn her nightgown from her body and forced himself on her. Then forced her to take his manhood into her mouth and excite him until he ejaculated. They could tell she was nothing but a filthy, common whore. They could tell that she was anticipating her husband's insistence that they procreate again. ---- Several students ignored the teachers' insistence that they return to class, smirking as the three sobbing girls were led to the police cruisers. Adios, beeyotch!" " Grace heard a couple of her former friends laugh out. ---- Mary was horrified. Many of the students that had formerly ignored her, or had been rude to her, suddenly wanted to be her best friend. They wanted her to indulge in the vice of gossip and the sin of spreading falsehoods against another person. It was with great relief that she heard the lunch bell ring. Her relief was short-lived, though. Standing under the oak tree was Thomas Kowalski. "Satan, leave me be!" she spat out. "Why do you tempt me so?" He smiled at her and her heart did a little flip-flop. He was so handsome, especially when he smiled. "Hey," he smiled and she smiled back. She sat down on one of the knotted roots and opened her lunch bag. He opened his own bag and pulled out a ham and cheese sandwich. They ate in silence for a moment "Hey, can I ask you something?" he asked her suddenly. "Mm hmm," she said, mouth full of peanut butter and apple jelly sandwich. "How come you call me 'Thomas???'" he asked. "I mean, everybody else just calls me 'Tank' except for you." She swallowed and looked up at him. "I don't know," she said. "I just kind of get the idea you don't really like people pointing out that you're kind of big, I guess." She gasped when she looked in her bag. Mama had put two chocolate chip cookies into her lunch bag. "Thomas, would you like a cookie?" she offered. "No, thanks," he smiled and took her hand in his. She thought she would faint; chocolate chip cookies were one thing, but this was unbelievable. All of her dreams, all of her fantasies, nothing had ever felt like the warmth of his large hand holding her small one. For a long moment, she held her breath, sure that if she let the breath out the moment would disappear. She let out the breath slowly when he squeezed her hand, and then let it go. She smiled up at him and he smiled back. Jack and John came out of the building and waved to him. He looked down at Mary. "Go ahead," she smiled and he got to his feet. She checked her watch and sighed; it was almost time for Chemistry class. She looked up as Tank caught a spiraling pass. She sat back down and bit down on one of her cookies. Chemistry could wait. The End of Oddball 01. Oddball Ch. 02 *Author's Note: Any persons Engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 'Crack this shell and bring me home,' autumn's 'Shadow Girl' poured out of the speakers and Mary Farmer sang along with it. Thomas looked over and smiled at her and she blushed and looked away, embarrassed. He wondered what she would do if he leaned over and kissed her. "Probably call me 'Satan' and jump out of my truck," he thought. Her parents were overly zealous religious fanatics and it was reflected in her manner of dress. Her dress went from her throat to her ankles, no flesh was exposed. Her round face was all but obscured behind her large horn rimmed glasses, and her long brown hair hung down to the back of her calves. She looked over at him and blushed and looked away again. He was so handsome. She wanted so badly to kiss him, to feel those soft moist lips pressed against hers. "He probably doesn't like me like that," she told herself. "Football game tonight," he said. "You going?" she asked him. "Have to," he laughed. "I'm on the team." "Oh, yeah," she said, remembering that he was on the football team. "You going?" he asked. She looked at her lap, at her hands folded demurely in her lap. She shook her head no, a tear beginning to form. "You know my mama would never let me go to anything like that," she whispered, a sob catching in her throat. "I know," he sighed. "Be nice to know you were there, cheering me on." "I will be cheering you on," she said and innocently put her hand on his thigh. His erection was immediate. Silently he cursed himself and prayed that she would not notice, would not get frightened or disgusted. "Oh my Heavens!" she thought, looking at the sizable lump in his jeans. She had a vague idea of what a man's penis looked like, having snuck a look at the illustrations in the encyclopedia in the school library. The drawings did not give any kind of reference points, did not say how large or small they were supposed to be. Since it was supposed to fit into the woman's vagina, she imagined they'd have to be pretty small, even though she heard boys, disgusting, vile boys bragging about how big their manhood's were. Looking at the lump that Thomas had, she wasn't sure how in the world that would fit into her small vagina. But the thought of trying, the thought of touching it, kissing it (she wasn't sure if she could fit it into her mouth either) had her womanhood very excited. "I'll ask my mama," she said as they pulled into the school parking lot. "Don't," he said and sighed. "Don't get yourself in trouble." ---- He sat and waited for a few moments, just watching her little bottom as she walked from the parking lot to the school corridor. "Damn it!" he laughed at himself. "Never going to go down if you keep staring at her ass!" Finally, his throbbing erection wilted and he readjusted himself and got out of his truck. "Hey Tank, what's up?" Jack Rogers called out. "Not much, not much, you?" Thomas replied. "Nan, nothing!" Jack Complained. "Mindy's mom's being a total beeyotch, won't let me see Mindy, just 'cause that stupid bitch Holy Mary got her busted and shit." Jack found himself being hoisted off the ground by his throat. "Her name is Mary, not 'Holy Mary,' got it?" Thomas roared. "And she's not a stupid bitch, you are, got it?" Thomas dropped Jack to the ground. Jack sat, coughing and rubbing his throat. "Man, what the fuck crawled up your ass?" Jack finally coughed out. "You, all right?" Thomas sighed. "All Mary did was defend herself; Mindy's the one that got herself busted." "Yeah, but where am I going to find another freak ass piece of ass like that?" Jack asked and got to his feet. "Your hand, ass hole," Thomas said. "Don't forget, I ain't getting none since Grace's out of here now." "Big loss," John Ridgelow laughed as he joined the other two students. "Yeah?" Thomas glared at him. "You going to suck my dick?" "Hey, there's always amber," John suggested. "That ugly twat?" Jack sneered. "Dude, rather fuck you." "We all would," Thomas laughed and picked John up. "Anyone ever tell you what pretty eyes you got?" "Put me down, faggot!" John laughed and Thomas dropped him to the asphalt parking lot. "Fucking homo," John laughed and punched Thomas. "Takes one to know one, bitch," Thomas laughed and punched him back. ---- Amber Waterson glared at Holy Mary as the small girl found a desk and sat down. Ever since Holy Mary got her friends arrested, the cheerleader was lonely. 'What was so great about her?' she wondered. Tank didn't look her way twice, but he looked all the time at this little shrimp that dressed like a farmer's wife. Amber looked again at her own outfit. Half shirt that ended just below her large breasts. Snug jeans that gave her a nice camel toe. Her pierced belly button on display. But Tank would rather give that little freak a ride to school? Didn't make a bit of sense to her. Miss Carmen came in and began the roll call so Amber didn't have much time to stare hatefully at Mary. "Love your outfit," Babette Boudreaux said as amber was walking out of the classroom. "Yeah?" Amber said, looking to see if the pimple-faced girl was kidding or not. Babette's hungry look told Amber that the girl was serious. "Thanks, got it at Abdul's," Amber said. "Yeah?" Babette asked. "Nice." "Got this top there too," Amber said and flipped the hem up to show Babette she wasn't wearing a bra. "Oh, " Babette said, blushing hotly, but maintaining eye contact with Amber. "Maybe not having Peggy and Mindy around wasn't such a bad thing," Amber decided. Neither Peggy or Mindy were ever very quick to return a favor, but Babette looked like she'd be very happy to give as good as she got. Chapter 2 Mary checked her watch; she had five minutes before her next class. She picked up the receiver of the pay phone and typed in the 800 number of her mother's office. "Young Insurance," Michelle's bored voice came on. "Mrs. Farmer, Please," Mary asked. "This is Leah Farmer," Leah's harsh voice snapped. "Mama, this is Mary," she said. "Mary! What's wrong?" Leah asked, concerned. "No, no, nothing's wrong," Mary hastened to reassure her mother. "No, it's just, I was wondering, um, would it be all right if I went to a um, a football game tonight?" "Absolutely not," Leah was ready to spit out, but held her tongue for a moment. Of late, John had been standing up for Mary. He reminded her that there were a few families that went to their church that had teenaged children that were in trouble all the time, yet Mary did whatever was asked of her, without fuss. "And what's her reward?" he thundered. "Criticism, criticism, and criticism." He'd also been standing up for himself. She was sure that her coworkers could smell the lust and carnalities on her, could just sense the wickedness, the sins of the flesh. She wasn't sure how she'd be able to sit all the way through Worship on Sunday. "Let me think about it," she conceded. "What time is the game and what time will you be home?" "Oh, I didn't even think to ask that!" Mary gasped. "Let me guess," Leah chuckled. "Thomas Kowalski?" "Yes ma'am," Mary blushed. "Let me think about it, call me back at lunch time, okay?" Leah said. ---- Leah smiled as she punched out the number to George's Garage. "George's," George Farmer said as he answered his phone. "Let me talk to John," she snapped. "Sure, sure, nice to talk to you too," George grumbled and called his baby brother to the phone. "Hello?" John asked. "Well, I hope you're satisfied, Mr. 'Let My Daughter Do Whatever She Wants,'" she hissed into the phone. "She wants to go to a football game tonight." "Hey, that's great!" he laughed, thinking about what he'd like to do with his wife. With Mary out of the house, they could be loud, vocal, instead of having to muffle their groans. "That's great?" she said, also thinking about what she and John could do with Mary out of the house. "She'll be at a football game, where there'll be drugs, and alcohol and other teenagers waiting to lead her down the path to damnation!" "And she'll be having a good time, she'll be having fun," John said. "Honey, we've protected her a lot, but we can't protect her forever." "Very well," Leah said and hung up. ---- "Game starts at about 6:30, but I have to be there at 5:30 to dress out," Thomas said. They sat in the library, but having their Study Period at the same time. Mary scrawled out that information. "So, I'll pick you up at about 5:00 or so," he said. "Okay, and what time does it end?" Mary asked. "About 9:30, 10:00," Thomas shrugged. "Then I'll bring you straight home." "Why so long?" Mary asked. "Most football games last about three hours," he laughed. "Mary do you know anything about football?" "I know you play," she said then blushed hotly. "Tell your Mama I won't even shower after the game; I'll just drive you home, all hot and sweaty," he teased. "Eeww!" she screeched, eliciting laughter from Thomas and John Ridgelow and Babette Boudreaux. "Miss Farmer!" Miss Barbara, the school librarian hissed. "Yes ma'am," Mary said and scrawled out some more notes. Chapter 3 John walked home wearily. It had been a long day at the garage, made all the longer by a couple of college students that had dragged their "dilapidated Toyota in at the last moment. Just like with most teenagers, they were convinced it was an emergency and that they needed it done right away. George had explained their policies, the whole time looking the tall blonde up and down. Her little friend just kept giggling and gasping. John knew one or the other was going to fuck George for the cost of the repairs, which would mean no commission for John. He couldn't complain, though. They lived in one of George's rent houses, practically rent-free. George was also very quick to pay for anything that he, or Leah, or especially anything Mary might need. George was very generous with them. George's love for Mary was quite evident; he was one of the few people that Leah had not managed to alienate. George had said on more than one occasion, if it were not for Mary, he would have told Leah where to go, and what to do once she got there. His apartment, a three room flat just above the garage, looked like a shrine to Mary Angel Farmer; there were pictures of her from birth on to Junior Year in High School. Her old tricycle still sat in George's living room. Mary used to delight in bringing her tricycle in for Uncle George to put it up on the rack so he could work on it. He was broken hearted when she decided she was too old for a tricycle; it sat in his living room ever since that day. John let himself into the house and greeted his daughter. He smiled, blinking back a couple of tears as an excited Mary sat and waited for Thomas to come pick her up. "You got money?' he managed to ask. "I've got five bucks; how much is a football game?" Mary asked. "Couple of bucks," John shrugged. "I meant, you got any money to get yourself something to eat?" "Oh, I didn't even think of that!" Mary admitted. "Here," John said and slipped her a twenty dollar bill. "Daddy, I don't need this much money," Mary protested. She knew money was tight in their household. "You never know, y'all might be going out somewhere after the game," John said. "Nun uh, I told him, I have to come home right after the game," Mary said forcefully. John fought back the smile; when she looked serious like that, it was actually quite humorous. "Just have a good time, Sweetheart," he said. She gasped, fighting back the excited squeal when there was a knock at the door. John yanked open the door and glared up at the very large youth. "You behave yourself, boy," John warned. "Daddy!" Mary cried out, horrified. "Yes sir, Mr. Farmer," Thomas agreed. John watched through the window as the large boy took his daughter's hand in his and walked her to his pick up truck. Leah came up beside him and put her arm around his waist. Thank we're doing the right thing?" Leah asked softly. "You know, he's probably a Catholic." Mary thought she was going to faint; right in front of that mean Miss Hebert, that nasty woman that was always saying ugly things about her and her parents, Thomas was holding her hand. Let that mean old biddy find something ugly to say about that! She fought the urge to stick her tongue out at Miss Hebert; that wouldn't be very Christian. ---- Amber looked up in the stands; Babette said she'd be here tonight. Then after the game, they'd go out to Huvall's Levee and smoke some killer weed. Babette said it was even better than the shit Fred Morrison sold. But there was no sign of her newest best friend. Next to Amber , Tiffany and Britney Wertmuller, the blonde wins were showing Jamie Gonzales and Heather Lee some of the cheers. With Peggy and Mindy gone, the two girls were quickly drafted onto the cheerleading squad. Both Jamie and Heather had tried out, but Peggy didn't like Latin women and Mindy had actually made Heather cry, so those girls didn't make the squad. Amber saw that little oddball, Holy Mary, climb up into the bleachers and sit very close to the player's bench. For a split second, she glared at the girl, and then remembered, with Peggy, Grace, and Mindy out of the picture, she didn't have any reason to dislike the girl. Mary was shocked; did Amber Waterson just smile at her? Chapter 3 The Alexandria Indians soundly defeated the DeGarde Bulldogs, but it wasn't because of a lack of trying on the part of the Bulldogs. "We lost, right?" Mary asked. "Yes, Mary," Thomas smiled wearily. "We lost, big time." "Forty eight to twelve is 'big time?' "Mary asked. "Yes, afraid it is," Thomas smiled and pulled up in front of her house. Sitting in the cramped quarters of the pick up truck next to a sweaty smelly Thomas, Mary was in an agitated state. He smelled just like Daddy and Uncle George after a long hot day in the garage. She knew she was going to have to masturbate if she would ever hope to get any sleep that night. "Um, would you, if I, would it be all right if I kissed you?" Thomas stammered. Mary got on to her knees on the bench seat and put her arms around his neck. She looked into his blue eyes for a long moment, then closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his. She shivered as she felt his large hands come around and touch her waist. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, knowing that boys supposedly liked it when you used your tongue to kiss. Thomas opened his own mouth and sucked her tongue into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. Mary gasped. No wonder boys like it when you did that! It felt so vulgar, so vile, and so sexy. Sexy. She was doing something sexy. With a boy; a man. A man that she loved was head over heels in love with. Satan must be laughing himself sick watching her. The angels must be crying as they watched her sink into the quicksand, the mien of sinful lust. She jerked back and looked into his eyes. They were not glowing red, as she'd feared. They were the same beautiful blue eyes as when they started kissing. "I think I better go," she whispered. "Um, hey, um, you think your Mama's let you, let me take you out, you know, to eat?" Thomas asked. "I am a horrible sinner," Mary thought. "I am inviting this lust, bringing it all on myself." He looked at her as she contemplated her next answer. "I mean, would you like to?" he asked. "Yes, yes I would," she said aloud, wrinkling her brow in consternation. "I will ask her." "Good, I'll call you tomorrow," he smiled and opened his truck door. She smiled up at him as he helped her out of the truck. "See you tomorrow, I hope," he smiled and bent nearly in half to kiss her lips softly. "Good night, thank you for the football game," she called out as she let herself into the dark house. ---- "Oh no, she's home!" Leah fretted. "John, did you hear me?" "Mm hmm," he agreed, but did not stop sucking on her pussy lips, trying to locate her clitoris again. "Stop that!" she hissed, then stifled a shriek and pulled the sheets up to her chin as s timid knock sounded at the door. "I'm home," Mary said softly. "How was it?" John asked in the darkness, voice muffled. "Did you have a good time?" "Yeah, but we lost big time, forty-eight to twelve," Mary said. "But it was fun." Good, good," Leah said. "Well, good night." "Um, Mama, um, he, Thomas asked if it would be all right if he took me out to dinner tomorrow night?" Mary begged. "Two nights in a row?" Leah asked, and then grunted as John 's teeth lightly nipped at her clitoris. His fingers were also driving her crazy, twisting and tugging nipples. "Yes ma'am," Mary said quietly, head hanging low. "Well, I suppose it'll be all right," Leah conceded. "Really?" Mary asked, elated. "Uh huh, good night, please close the door," Leah grunted again. Good night," Mary said and shut the door. "Are you out of your mind?" Leah hissed as John laughed and came out from under the covers. "What?" he laughed again as he drove himself to the hilt in her pussy. "Uh! Oh! You know what!" she grunted, and then held a pillow over her face as she screamed in orgasm. "Oh, good Lord, yes!" John grunted and shot stream after stream of his seed into his wife's loins. "You mean, distracting you while you were trying to give Mary the third degree?" he laughed and pulled Lean on top of him. "Yes, no, I wasn't giving her the third degree," she laughed as he slipped himself inside of her again. ---- "Babette, I can't find my panties," Amber laughed as she tried to get dressed. "You mean, these?" Babette asked and showed her the thong panties Amber had worn underneath her full Cheerleading briefs. "Yes, those," Amber laughed and reached for them. "They're mine now," Babette declared and stuck them back in her pocket. Aw, come on, bitch," Amber said and reached for Babette's pocket. "No, please, let me have them," Babette begged and hugged Amber. "You, really? You want them?" Amber asked as Babette kissed the side of her neck and face. "Yes," Babette breathed into Amber's ear. No, having Peggy and Mindy out of the way wasn't a bad thing at all. ---- Theresa and Jim Kowalski sat on the couch and listened at Thomas described the game, then taking Mary home and kissing her good night. "This girl must really be something special," she smiled. "Yeah, I think she is," Thomas admitted. "Why? What makes you say that?" "'Cause you're blushing like a little girl," Jim said, teasing. "Takes one to know one, bitch," Thomas shot back. "Boys, I do wish you would grow up," Theresa said. "Think you'll see this girl again?" "Yeah, if I can," Thomas admitted. "Her mom's kind of weird." "Whew, well, go take a shower," Theresa ordered. "Yeah, in the back yard," Jim said. "There's a garden hose you can use." "Shut up, ass hole," Thomas said. "Boys, boys, that's enough," Theresa said. ---- Mary had barely inserted the tip of the hairbrush into her rectum when she was doubling over from the force of her orgasm. "Heavens!" she gasped aloud, then clasped her hands over her mouth. "Heavens!" she whispered to herself. She lay in the hot water to wet her hair. Before she could lather her hair, a sense of urgency overtook her and she rubbed her hairless pussy to orgasm. She pulled the plug to let the tepid water out, then realized she'd not shampooed her hair, or soaped her body; spending the entire time masturbating. Chapter 4 Mary waited for Thomas to call her. As each minute ticked, she grew more desperate, and more anxious. Oddball Ch. 02 At ten o'clock, she was sure he would not call and sat on her bed and sobbed. She was a weirdo, an oddball, and an outcast. Thomas most likely came to that conclusion and decided he didn't want to see her ever again. Seeing him in school would tear at her heart. Seeing him in the school halls with another girl would surely cause her heart to simply give up, cause it to stop beating altogether. Leah's first instinct was to deny the young man any contact with her daughter; thankfully she remembered that Mary had said something last night about Thomas wanting to take her out to eat. "Please hold on," she snapped and went down the hall to her daughter's room. "Hello?" Mary sniffled. "Hey, it's me," he smiled. "So, did your mother say it was all right?" "Thomas?" she asked. "Well, yeah, it's me, how many boys you got calling you?" he teased. "None, just you," she giggled, elated. "So?" he asked, smiling at her giggle. "She said yes, I can go and we can get something to eat," she bubbled. "Great," he smiled. "Um, how's six o'clock sound?" "That's perfect," she agreed, and then waited. "Well, um, okay, see you at six, okay?" he said. "Okay," she agreed and waited. Mary had very little experience talking on the telephone; she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do. "Good bye," Thomas finally said and hung up. "You big pussy," Jim taunted from the door of Thomas' room. "Shut up," Thomas threatened. "'Oh, is six o'clock all right?'" Jim taunted. "'It'll take me forever to find just the right miniskirt to wear.'" "That's what you tell your dates, bitch," Thomas said, lunging at his big brother. "Oh, we'll have to skip dessert," Jim laughed as he ran down the hall, Thomas in hot pursuit. "You know, a minute on the lips, a lifetime on the hips." "Dude, I'm going to kill you," Thomas laughed as he grabbed Jim. "Put your brother down," Theresa ordered as she carried the linen in from the laundry room. "You heard her, you big sissy," Jim laughed as Thomas squeezed him in his massive arms. "Put me down." "Don't hurt him," Theresa warned. ""As if he could," Jim laughed as Thomas dumped hen on the floor. "So, where are you taking her?" Jim asked as Thomas pulled him back to his feet. "Delphy's I guess," Thomas shrugged his shoulders. "Good, good," Jim agreed. "But you got to get dessert at Clark's." "That drive-in?" Thomas asked. "Yeah, these little waitresses skate out to your car in these little short shorts, Dude!" Jim said. "They are freaking hot!" "How's the dessert?" Thomas asked. "Who gives a shit?" Jim laughed. "True, true," Thomas agreed, then punched his brother, just because he could. ---- Leah decided she would drive down to the garage, surprise John, maybe splurge a little and get a lunch at Delphy's. She actually smiled as she got into her car, a sight that made Miss Hebert do a double take. But George just shrugged his shoulders. "Went to lunch about five minutes ago," he said. "Where?" Leah snapped. "Beats the hell out of me," George snapped back. Leah circled the block a couple of times; there weren't any restaurants around. Then she saw him walking toward the Methodist Church. Her blood ran cold when she also saw Claire Duson. Claire Duson was a drunkard and a trollop, according to Reverend Zechariah Smith. She had lost her husband and lost custody of her children because of her sinful ways. What was John doing talking with the hussy, laughing and smiling? She parked the car around the corner and prayed for strength and guidance. Then she got out of the car and strode purposefully toward the small church. Entering the lobby, she looked around but there was no sign of John or Claire. Then she heard the murmur of voices. "Okay, so the topic is 'Honesty' and since there ain't a whole hell of a lot of us, why don't we just go around the room here?" Leah heard a male voice say. "Um, hi, my name is John and I'm an alcoholic," Leah heard her husband's voice say and heard murmurs of greeting. "Um, I really don't know anything about this honesty stuff," john admitted. "I mean, I been coming to these meetings now for a month, ever since my little girl's birthday and I still haven't told my wife or my brother about it." Leah realized that it had been a while since she could remember John coming home staggering drunk, or passing out on the couch. "I mean, I look into Leah's beautiful eyes and I want to tell her, want her to be proud of me, but I just can't, I'm so afraid I'll jinx it, jinx my sobriety," John went on. Leah smiled; the first night they'd met, John had commented on her beautiful hazel eyes. All the other boys were so busy looking at her thirty-eight Double D breasts, made all the more obvious by the tube top she'd borrowed from her cousin Sandy, but John had looked into her eyes. She had let Sandy talk her into defying her overbearing mother and giggling, the two eighteen year olds had put on some short skirts and skimpy tube tops and laid the make up on thick. In Sandy's step-mom's car, they drove out to the McDonald's, the local hangout in DeGarde. There was talk of a shopping mall coming to DeGarde, but that was years away. So, anyone who was anyone, or wanted to be seen, parked on the asphalt parking lot and roamed from car to car. George Farmer, a twenty three year old blond muscle boy, had instantly smote Sandy but Leah found the quiet, shy John much more to her liking. She smiled as he asked her if she'd like chocolate malt, or maybe they could split some French fries. Moments later, her new French cut panties lay on the floorboard of Sandy's step mom's car and John pumped in and out of her wet pussy. She was torn between the wonderful feelings inside of her, and the knowledge that what they were doing was sinful, shameful. Leah's mother forbade her seeing John Farmer' he was a Catholic. Even when John began attending their church, her mother still forbade any contact between the two eighteen year olds. When a tearful Leah confessed that she was pregnant with John's child, Leah was thrown out of her mother's home. John immediately stepped up and married Leah. Bitterness and resentment and isolation built up every day since them; when her mother died without forgiving her only child, Leah plunged all the further into her religion for solace. "They um, they probably suspect something's up," John continued. "I mean, it's been about a month since George had to pull me out from under a customer's car all passed out and I haven't had a fight with the spark plug display in a while." There was laughter; Leah remembered her husband's wry sense of humor. "And Leah hasn't had to yank me off the couch and Mary hadn't had to pretend that I'm not feeling well, but I just can't seem to say it out loud, you know? I just can't seem to say to them 'Hey, I'm sober now,'" John admitted. "But I can tell you this, I'm honestly grateful that there was another alcoholic on the phone the day after Mary's birthday; God I made a complete ass out of myself! But there was this alcoholic and he talked with me and I was able to be honest with him and say 'I'm an alcoholic.'" Leah turned and left the church building. She drove down to the local Goodwill store, where she did most of her clothes shopping. The clerk looked at her a little funny; what Leah had put on the counter was not her normal purchase, then shrugged and smiled at the familiar customer. ---- Mary fidgeted; Mama was in the bathroom and taking a long time. Mary had gone through all of her clothes; her nicest dresses were the black ones, the dresses she wore for church, but they didn't seem appropriate for a date. Finally she selected a pale pink dress. Looking around furtively, she pulled the pair of pantyhose out; Mama would not approve of her wearing these on a date, but Mary loved them. They made her feel feminine, sexy. She pulled them up and realized, with a bit of shock, that her pussy was wet. Soaked. She'd been thinking of nothing but Thomas all day long. She put on her nicest bra, pulled on her full slip, and then pulled the pink dress on. She grabbed her hairbrush and blushed, remembering where the brush had been earlier that afternoon. Leah pulled a robe on and smiled guiltily in the bathroom mirror. She decided she would leave her hair loose. She searched around in the bathroom cabinet and found the blades for John's razor. She had not realized just how long it had been since she'd shaved her legs or underarms, but it had obviously been a while as she had dulled the blade by the time she finished. Mary sighed with relief; the bathroom door finally opened. ---- John smiled to himself as he trudged home; there was an extra twenty-five in his pay envelope. George might not know he was sober, but George had noticed that the quality of his work and the speed of his work had picked up quite a bit. "Yeah, I know I kind of jerked you out of any commission on that Toyota," George admitted. "It's your garage," John smiled. "Yeah, but let me tell you," George smiled. "Damn, that Lilly was a freak!" "Which one was that?" John smiled. "The tall blonde, or the short red head?" The blonde," George smiled. "Don't want to get pregnant so..." "So wear a condom," John shrugged. "Not reliable enough, she says," George smiled. "So, you got a blow job?" John asked. "No, man," George leaned close, even though it was just the two of them in the office. "Tells me to stick it up her ass." "Shut up!" John laughed. "Man, you're making that up!" "If I'm lying I'm dying," George raised his right hand in solemn oath. "Maybe take Leah out," John mused aloud. "Delphy's, or maybe Radcliffe's." No, not Radcliffe's. That was where he had made such a horse's ass out of himself, his last drunken night. Chapter 5 Thomas pulled up to the small house and got out. Some old woman was watching him with a good deal of interest; he fought the urge to give her the finger. He knew he was big, hated being big. It was one thing when children stared, but an adult should know better. John was a little puzzled; Leah was wearing a bathrobe in the afternoon; a highly unusual occurrence. But he couldn't deny; he liked the smiles and blushes she kept shooting him. He also liked the look of her long hair being worn loose. "He here," Mary gasped when a knock sounded at the door. "Good evening, Mr. Farmer," Thomas said nervously. "Evening," John said, no smile crossing his lips. "Where you taking her?" "Um, out to Delphy's, then probably to Clark's, my brother says they got really good banana splits," Thomas said. "What time you bringing her home?" John asked, trying to sound gruff. "Um, about ten thirty; I got church in the morning," Thomas said. "Okay, no later than eleven," John said. "Yes sir," Thomas agreed. ---- Mary again wanted to stick her tongue out at Miss Hebert but contented herself with a smug little smile as the old bat looked on. Thomas held her hand; she smiled happily as he did so. Lilly instantly recognized the little snot; that really hot guy had pictures of the girl everywhere you looked. She put on her best 'waitress' smile though and seated the girl and her date. She didn't miss the adoring glances the girl kept giving the young man when she thought the young man wasn't looking. She smirked to herself; bet George would be none too happy to see the apple of his eye acting like a moonstruck cow. She also saw the young man having to readjust his manhood a couple of times. "My Daddy says I should order steak and lobster," Mary giggled to Lilly. "Do what?" Thomas asked, mouth open in surprise. "Yeah, he says I should make you shell out the big bucks," Mary laughed, a genuine bubble of happiness welling up in her. "Well, Honey, I hate to tell you, but we ain't got no steak and lobster on the menu tonight," Lilly smiled. "Thank God," Thomas grumbled, then smiled as Mary stuck her tongue out at him. "But we do have a really good hamburger steak; it comes with mushroom gravy," Lilly offered. "Yeah, I had that, it is really good," Thomas offered. "For my birthday, my Uncle George took us all out to eat at Radcliffe's," Mary told him. "They had this really great salad; it was the best salad I've ever had." "That was the Caesar salad," Thomas said. "How you know?" Mary demanded. "You weren't there." "No, but the Caesar's salad comes with all their meals," Thomas smiled. "Oh," Mary said, embarrassed for not knowing that. Thomas kicked himself; he could tell he had embarrassed Mary. ---- John counted to one hundred, shook his head in wonder at his wife's weird behavior, and walked down the hallway to their bedroom. "One hundred, ready or not, here I come," he called out and pushed open the bedroom door. Stretched out on their bed was the eighteen-year-old Leah Arcenot he'd seen that night on the parking lot of McDonald's. She had on a skimpy tube top, which barely contained her large breasts, and a skirt that was far too short for her long legs. "Oh, my goodness," John groaned as he felt his cock swell in anticipation. His seed flooded his boxer shorts as she smiled and raised the hem of the skirt to show him that she wore no panties, her pussy wet with anticipation. ---- "Far fucking out!" Jack Rogers loudly yelled, causing many of the patrons to look over at the loud, vulgar youth. "Dude," Thomas said through gritted teeth. "Watch the mouth, huh?" "What the fuck you doing here?" Jack laughed and tried to sit down next to Thomas. Mary cringed at the vulgar, hateful words. She saw Britney, or Tiffany Wertmuller, looking equally embarrassed at Jack's behavior. She had known the twins for three years now, but still couldn't tell which was which. "Dude, we're out on a date, all right?" Thomas hissed "Sir, don't make me get the manager," Lilly warned. "No shit? You and Holy Mary?" Jack laughed and got to his feet. "Aw, fuck you, cunt, go get your fucking manager; I'll tell him to suck my dick." Lilly turned and stormed to the kitchen. "Jack, let's go," Britney whispered. "No, fuck that," Jack sneered and found an empty booth. "Do me a favor," Mary finally whispered to Thomas as they watched the manager, a burly man in his fifties, physically escort Jack to the door. "What's that?" Thomas asked, still embarrassed at his friend's behavior. "Promise me we'll never double-date with him," Mary asked. "Baby, you got it," Thomas smiled. He called her 'Baby.' Mary felt light-headed. He called her 'Baby.' Lilly watched the two teenagers as they left the diner, both smiling and holding hands. Her eyes opened wide at the ten-dollar tip Thomas left her. She turned on her heel and went into the kitchen. The manager was busy helping the new short-order cook so she picked up the telephone and punched out the number. "Hello?" George answered. "Hey, good looking, what'cha doing?" Lilly asked. "Nothing much," he smiled. "Want to do something after I get out of here?" she asked. "Oh, I don't know, I was thinking I might hook up with this hot little waitress instead, you know?" he smiled. "Ooh, that's sounds like fun," she laughed. "She cuter than me?" "Don't know, who's this?" he teased. "Oh, you bastard!" she laughed and hung up. George finished his can of beer then began stripping the sheets off the bed. They were still stained from last night's escapade. ---- John lapped and sucked hungrily at his wife's swollen pussy lips while she grunted and slobbered all over his cock. He liked this 'sixty nine' position and if her verbal encouragements were any indication, Leah liked it too. :OH! No, John, stop that, that's nasty," she screamed as he wormed a finger into her rectum. "Maybe I'll put something else there," he joked. "Uh!" Leah grunted in orgasm. "Uh! No! That's disgusting!" John laughed; she might be protesting, but she also reached behind to spread her ass cheeks even wider for his digital assault. "Oh, put another finger in," she begged as he resumed his oral assault on her pussy. ---- "Um, my brother said we have to go to Clark's, to get like a banana split, or a hot fudge sundae, but I'm not all that hungry," Thomas said hesitantly. If he were out on a date with Grace, he knew what they'd do. He'd take her to Delphy's and listen to her complain about the place, the service, the food. Then he'd take her to Peggy's so she could buy a couple of joints from Fred, then they'd go out to Huvall's Levee where she'd smoke a joint, then let him face fuck her, then he'd take her home. "Me neither," Mary agreed. "Um, what you want to do?" Thomas asked. "Do you know where Huvall's Levee is?" Mary asked. "Um, yeah," Thomas agreed. Mary slid over closer to him and innocently put her hand on his thigh. "I um, I kind of liked it when we were kissing last night," she admitted. "Yeah?" he smiled and turned left onto Highway 19. "I um, I kind of liked it too. You're a great kisser." "I am?" Mary gasped. 'Sin comes too naturally for me,' she thought. Thomas saw Jack's car, saw that it was rocking slightly, and decided to go down a little further before parking. Chapter 6 "Let me go," Leah playfully complained. "Go, ain't stopping you," John smiled, and then pulled her back into the bed before she could reach the door. "Come on John!" she laughed. "I got to pee!" "Fine, fine," he said and let her go. "Hurry up, I got to pee too." She swayed her hips in an exaggerated fashion and he gave her a wolf whistle. "Yeah?" she smiled over her shoulder. "Like what you see?" "Yeah, hurry up, woman," he smiled. A few moments later, he heard the toilet flush and Leah came back into the bedroom. She literally skipped as she returned to the bed. "You still have the most beautiful eyes," he said as he cupped her face in his hands, then kissed her. "John, I still love you just as much as I did that very first day I saw you," she confessed, hen straddled his erection and lowered her wet pussy onto it. "Hey, I got to pee," he complained. "Can't pee when it's sticking straight up, can you?" she smiled and began to clench and unclench her vaginal muscles. ---- Mary looked deeply into his eyes for a long moment. His kisses took her breath away and the way his hands softly touched her flesh was driving her mad with lust. "That's what it's called," she thought. "'Mad with lust.'" His large hands stroked up and down her back, and even though she wore her dress and a full slip and a bra, it felt as though his fingers were touching her bare flesh. "Ooh!" she moaned; just the thought of baring her body for him excited her beyond reason. "Here," she said and grabbed his hand and placed it directly on her breast. "Squeeze it, please." "Harder," she begged as he lovingly cradled her beautiful breast. "Harder," she moaned. "I don't want to hurt you," he quavered. "It's the price I must pay," she whispered, beads of sweat popping out on her forehead. "'For the wages of sin is death,'" she quoted under her breath. It wasn't working. Even though the pain was strong, she still wanted to fornicate, to take his manhood into her overheated flesh. If anything, the pain was exciting her even more. "Stop," she groaned and he released his grip on her breasts. "Thomas," she whispered and sucked a few more kisses from him. "Oh, Thomas." She pulled away from him and looked again into his beautiful blue eyes. "Thomas, I cannot ask you, I cannot let you pleasure me, but please let me pleasure you," she begged. It would not be right for her to drag him down to Hell with her, but it would not be right to leave him in a state of physical discomfort. Oddball Ch. 02 "And as Reverend Smith said, 'It doesn't matter if your one inch or a hundred miles in Hell, you're still in Hell.' Thomas grimaced as Mary unzipped his jeans and reached her small hand in, :OH my goodness," she gasped as she pulled out a very large penis. "Thomas, is it supposed to be that big?" "It's that big because of you," he groaned. She had no experience, and had shut out as much of the horrible conversations she'd accidentally overheard about performing oral sex, but decided that if she were doing it wrong, Thomas would tell her. Her lips felt like they would split open and her jaws ached from stretching so wide to accommodate his manhood, but that was the price she would pay, pain for sin. He groaned as she worked him all the way down her throat, and then slowly raised her head out of his lap. Her small hands fumbled with his large testicles; she remembered hearing Amber saying boys liked that a lot. "I am such a sinful whore," she thought to herself. "This is supposed to be quenching my desire to fornicate, but I want it more and more." "Uh! Oh! Damn, Mary, I'm going to..." Thomas warned. Mary sucked hard on the tip of his cock and felt her insides go weak as he began to spurt heavily into her mouth. "Yes, yes," she thought. "Give me your seed. If I am to suffer the torments of Hell, I shall make sure I enjoy myself before I go." Chapter 7 Lilly smiled as she saw George's pick up truck sitting in the parking lot. She pretended not to see it, though as she walked to the street. "Hey," she heard his voice call out. "Me?" she asked. "You talking to me?" "Yeah, you, I'm talking to you," he smiled. "Well, my mommy told me not to talk to no strangers," Lilly said with a sassy smile. "She say anything about fucking strangers?" George asked. Nooo," Lilly said in a little girl voice. "You think that'd be all right?" "I think it'd be all right," George smiled widely and popped the lock of the passenger door. "Your roommate expecting you?" he asked. "Theresa?" Lilly asked. "Yeah, but she'll be all right if I'm a few minutes late." "I um, I was kind of thinking you might spend the night," George said as he pulled up in front of his garage. "Oh war you now?" Lilly laughed. "Yeah," George said. "Well, then let me call her and let her know," lily said and pulled her cell phone out of her purse. "Wait," George hissed in her ear. "Call her while I got my dick up your ass." "Oh, you freaky mother fucker!" Lilly laughed and walked up the stairs to his apartment. ---- Leah pulled the tube top off, then unzipped the short skirt and let it fall to the floor. She pulled on her customary flannel nightgown and looked in the mirror of the dresser. ""What would you thick if I were to sleep nude?" she teasingly suggested to her husband. "I would think you would get very little sleep," he smiled. "Then I believe it best I leave this on tonight," she smiled and joined him in bed. "I am quite sore, Mr. Farmer." "Well, now, Mrs. Farmer, want me to kiss it and make it all better?" he asked. "No, I'm not going to fall for that trick," she laughed. ---- Jim was right; Clark's had some very cute waitresses and their shorts left very little to the imagination. The snug tops were also easy on the eyes. "Once, my uncle George took me to Lafayette," Mary said. "He got me a butterscotch sundae and it was the best thing I ever had!" "Want a butterscotch Sundae?" Thomas asked her. "Please," Mary asked. "Anything you want," he assured her "Thomas," she said quietly and he looked at her. She hung her head, not looking at him. "You don't have to be nice to me," she whispered, the tears beginning to fall. "But I want to be nice to you," he assured her. "No, Thomas, I'm a whore," she said. No, you are not," he protested and pulled her to him (not a very hard thing to do; he outweighed her by more than two hundred pounds." "Yes I am," she sobbed against his chest. "I put your manhood in my mouth and I liked it." "Let me ask you something," he asked her and kissed the top of her head. "Yes, Thomas?" she sobbed. "Would you put just anyone's manhood in your mouth, or did you do it because it was my manhood?" he asked her. Her choice of words would have made him smile if she had not been crying. "No, Thomas!" she cried out. "I did it because it's your manhood; because I love you. I am in love with you!" "Then I must really be stupid, 'cause I can't see how that makes you a whore," he said. "Hi! Welcome to Clark's!" the bubbly little red head gushed as she skidded to a stop next to Thomas' window. "Hey, give my girlfriend a butterscotch sundae and I want a hot fudge sundae," Thomas smiled. "I'm your girlfriend?" Mary asked. "Yes, Baby, you're my girlfriend, unless you don't want to be my girlfriend," Thomas smiled. "I do want to be your girlfriend," Mary said happily. "Large or small?" Theresa asked. "Think you can eat a large?" Thomas asked Mary. "After dinner and..." she blushed hotly. "Better make mine a small." "Small butterscotch, large hot fudge," Thomas smiled. He watched admiringly as the little redhead's bubble butt swished and swayed in the shorts. He'd not missed the fact that she wore no bra underneath the snug white tee shirt that had 'Clark's Drive-In' emblazoned across the front. "Sinful, just sinful," Mary thought as she watched the wanton display of flesh. "And who are you to judge?" a small voice asked her and she gasped, realizing that she had no right to judge the other girl. She too had indulged in the sins of the flesh. She looked at the lump in Thomas' jeans and fought the urge to touch it. She also fought the urge to touch herself. "My Heavens," she thought. "There sure are a lot of temptations, aren't there?" The End of 'Oddball 02.' Oddball Ch. 03 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 Britney Wertmuller, the pretty eighteen-year-old blonde, had been dreaming of this night almost all of her teenage life. Ever since Jack Rogers strolled into their ninth grade classroom. But he had locked eyes with Mindy Laporte and they'd been exclusive ever since. So Britney contented herself with for confessing her feelings to Tiffany, her twin sister, and lusting and pining in secret. She'd even spied on the handsome quarterback and the skinny cheerleader as they made love in the back seat of Jack's car. She watched as Mindy locked her bone thin legs around Jack's waist and urged him to drive deeper, fuck her harder. "Come on, you pervert," Tiffany hissed and pulled Britney back to their car. Leaning against their car, Tiffany flirted with most of the males, and Britney ignored them. She wanted Jack. Mindy had gotten herself expelled from DeGarde High School, along with Peggy Morrison and Grace Breaux. Britney turned up the charm, turned up the heat. Still, she had to walk right up to Jack and flirt outrageously before he noticed. Most of the students noticed Tiffany and Britney Wertmuller. They had almost white-blonde shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, snub noses and dazzling smiles. Both twins stood five foot six and both twins had thirty-six C breasts, twenty-eight inch waists, and thirty-two inch hips. Their legs were long and muscular and tanned, which both girls showed off in short skirts or short shorts as often as they could. Even when the weather was too cold for shorts, they wore leggings to emphasize their long legs. Britney dressed carefully for this date; dressing was a science. She didn't want to look too eager, too easy, but at the same time she didn't want to dress like, like that little oddball Mary Farmer either. Finally, she selected a white silk blouse and a short plaid skirt. White knee socks and canvas tennis shoes completed the 'schoolgirl' look. She teased her blonde hair slightly, put on some pink lipstick, then went downstairs and waited. Jack was nearly an hour late, was arrogant, almost rude to her father and a little too attentive to her mother. He'd not made any plans and made her wait out in the car while he ran inside the Morrison home to buy a couple of joints from Fred. "Yeah, used to not have to pay nothing for a couple of these," he said and looked pointedly at Britney. "Let Mindy fuck him, he'd give us three or four of these, know what I'm saying?" Britney looked at him in shock; was he suggesting that the let the fat, pimple faced, greasy looking Fred Morrison fuck her, just for ten dollars worth of weed? She refused the joint when Jack passed it to her. She rolled down the car window to let the foul smelling smoke out of the car. "Roll that up, you a fucking idiot?" Jack yelled. "God damn, think I want anyone smelling this shit?" He pulled up in front of Delphy's Diner and made her wait until he finished smoking the joint. Then he got out of the car, leaving her to get her own door. Once inside, he spotted Tank Kowalski and sauntered over. He did not seem to notice that Tank wasn't all that happy to see them. Britney looked at Holy Mary and felt a pang of jealousy. She could read the girl's face, could read the happiness and excitement Mary had. Mary was out on a date with the man of her dreams. Britney looked at Jack. She too was out on a date with the man of her dreams, but was not having any fun at all. She was embarrassed, especially when Jack succeeded in getting them thrown out of Delphy's Diner. She could see one of Daddy's managers and knew that Daddy would hear about this. "Fucking believe that shit?" Jack yelled, angry and stoned. "Fucking tell me to leave, what's that all about, huh?" "Look Jack, maybe we should forget this," Britney offered. "I got the munchies, know what I'm saying?" Jack said and pulled up into the drive-through of Taco Bell. "Look, Jack, just take me home, okay?" Britney asked. "You want a taco?" Jack asked. "No, Jack, I can't stand Taco Bell," Britney said, close to tears. Jack ignored her and ordered a couple of tacos and some nachos. Britney wanted to vomit; the greasy smell of the food and the stale smell of the marijuana had her stomach lurching. "Be careful of what you pray for," she thought. "You just might get it." From there, he pulled up to Early's Grocery store; it was a well-known secret that Early's did not ask for identification. If you looked old enough to buy it, they sold you the beer. He left her in the car while he ran inside. Britney looked over at the large car that eased up to the edge of the sidewalk and grimaced. It was that geek, Oscar Coutre. The last thing she wanted was for that loser to see her out on such a miserable date. When they were younger, they used to call him 'Oscar the Grouch' after that Sesame Street character. As they grew older, it got changed to 'Oscar the Geek.' She looked away as he got out of the car and tripped over the ledge of the sidewalk. Oscar had very large feet that seemed to get in his way a lot. She looked back at the car and saw an older man sitting in the passenger seat. Obviously the man was Oscar's dad; the looked a lot alike; same bad haircut, same goofy smile. She wondered why the man was wearing sunglasses on such a cloudy day. "Want one?" Jack offered her a beer. "No, Jack, please, please just take me home," Britney asked. Jack ignored her and drank two of the beers in rapid succession. Britney wanted to scream in frustration as they pulled up to Huvall's Levee; the local make-out spot in DeGarde. "Sure you don't want any?" Jack asked as he shoved the food into his mouth. "No, Jack!" she screamed. "No! All right? I just want to go home!" "Fuck that," he spat, angered by her outburst. "Act all fucking hot and wanting to fuck and shit and now want to be a little fucking tease? I don't think so." She stared at him, stunned, as he threw the nachos into her face. Melted cheese and tomatoes and sour cream stuck to her face and hair and silk blouse. "No, Jack, please!" she screamed as he grabbed her breast. She felt her nose bone break as he slapped her and clawed out with her fingernails like her Daddy had taught her to do when she felt threatened. She certainly felt threatened now. ---- Thomas saw Jack's car rocking slightly and drove a little further down, to give them some privacy and to give he and Mary some privacy. Afterward, he saw that Jack's car was gone. Chapter 2 Monday morning, all of DeGarde High School was abuzz with the news that Jack Rogers had been arrested for the rape of Brittany Wertmuller. "You're kidding me," John Ridgelow cried out. "That bitch was all over him! If anyone was raped, it was Jack!" Mary felt horrible. She had seen Britney moments before the rape. Had she been more receptive, friendlier when she and Jack intruded on their date, instead of just wanting to be alone with Thomas, maybe Britney would not have been raped. She had heard that rape, even though it was very similar to sex, wasn't really about sex. "I am a horrible sinner," Mary told Thomas as they ate their lunch, seated underneath their oak tree. "How?" Thomas asked. He was getting used to these declarations from Mary. "If I had invited them to join us, maybe Jack would have preserved Britney's purity," Mary said. "Baby, I'm the one that told Jack we were out on a date," Thomas reminded her. "God, I love when you call me 'Baby,'" Mary sighed. "But don't change the subject. I need to atone for the sin of selfishness. Thomas couldn't help it; he began to get an erection. Mary had some pretty weird ideas about sin, and atonement; her weird ideas seemed to benefit him. "How?" he managed to choke out. "I do not know," Mary admitted. "Oh, Thomas! I don't know! I don't want to lose my chastity; that should be for our wedding night! But I have to do something!" ---- Jack had been stunned when the police cruiser pulled up behind him and even more stunned when they physically pulled him from the car and handcuffed him. The female detective sat across from him and informed him of the charges; it just didn't make any sense to him. The fucking bitch begged for it, then wanted to say it was rape? His father looked at him and told him flat out he was on his own. His mother, thank God for her, his mother promised they would bail him out and would get him the best lawyer in Louisiana. But now, thirty-six hours later, it was beginning to sink in. This as real. The fact that he'd broken Britney's nose and knocked out three of her teeth had sobered him up a little. "Fucking bitch clawed at my eyes," Jack had defended. Thirty-six hours later, he realized she had clawed at his eyes to protect herself. ---- Oscar Coutre got into his car and drove out to the drugstore. Combing through their small selection of 'Get Well Soon' cards, he finally selected one. It wasn't too mushy, wasn't too sappy, and it didn't make light of her suffering. He quickly signed it and drove out to the Wertmuller house. He knows where they lived; he'd driven by it every now and then, looking up to see if he could see Britney. Allison Wertmuller looked at the scrawny young man and hid her amused smile. The goofy looking boy reminded her of another goofy looking boy from twenty-four years earlier. Charlie Wertmuller had screwed up all the courage he had and asked Allison Hebert to the movies. At first the pretty and popular cheerleader had been tempted to tell the scrawny nerd to fuck off, but something in his blue eyes made her say 'yes.' He treated her like a goddess. He demurred to her wishes instead of ordering her around. At the end of the date, instead of grabbing for her large breasts or trying to force his hand under her skirt like every other date had ever done, he softly kissed her cheek. "Hey, when are we going out again?" she demanded as he turned to leave. "Whenever you want," he eagerly said. "Tomorrow morning, you're taking me to church," she ordered. "We go to nine thirty Mass." "Okay," he agreed and gasped when she pulled him to her for a forceful kiss. Twenty-four years later, he still treated her like a goddess. Twenty-four years later, though, Allison realized she was the lucky one; she was with a man that loved her. "Well, thank you!" she smiled when Oscar handed her the card for Britney. "Would you like to come on in?" "Um, no, no ma'am," Oscar blushed and stammered and stuttered. "I got to get back to school. But, um, but please tell Britney I hope she gets to feeling better and comes back to school real soon." Allison did not try to hide her amused giggle as Oscar turned around too quickly and tripped over his own feet. She closed the door before she could burst out laughing. Honey," she called out as she entered Britney's bedroom. "The nicest young man just dropped this off for you." She winced when she looked at Britney's face. Eyes were blackened, her nose had an obvious bump in it, and her lips were still puffy from Jack fist. When she opened her mouth, the missing teeth were nearly garish in appearance. Knowing her two daughters to be vain about their appearance, it must really tear at Britney when she looked in the mirror. Britney actually smiled as she read the card, then remembered her missing teeth and closed her mouth again. "Do you know him?" Allison asked, smiling. "Yeth, he'th in a few of my clatheth," Britney lisped, then began to tear up at the sound of her own voice. ---- "Maybe just getting her a card?" Thomas suggested as they walked to their History class. "How does that atone for sin?" Mary asked. "Well, um, I guess it let's her know that we're sorry," Thomas offered. "You're right," Mary said. "Jesus forgives us when we are sorrowful for our sins; maybe she will forgive us too." He was almost disappointed; he'd hoped for a blowjob as some sort of penance. He chided himself; Mary would sooner or later give in to her temptations; he did not need to 'guilt' her into it. Chapter 3 John looked at the Toyota in amusement; the girls had brought it in a few weeks ago, but it still sat, waiting. "They're in no hurry," George assured him. "Guess not," John smiled sardonically. "What's that mean?" George demanded. "They got your truck; what do they need that thing for?" John asked. George stomped off to his office, to sulk. Moments later, he was back. He picked up the creeper and dropped it in front of the car. "Kind of silly, isn't it?" he said quietly. "What is?" John asked as he tightened the bolts on the Pontiac he was working on. "I'm forty one, almost forty two," George sighed. "Only way I can get that little girl to look at me twice is give her my truck." "She told you that?" John asked. "No, but damn it John, look at me!" George said. "Forty one years old, never been married, living above a garage, hell I don't even have a real house." "There's a real nice house for sale, right down the street," Lilly said quietly as she walked into the dim garage. "Hey Lilly," John said as he washed his hands quickly. "Hi John," Lilly said quietly. John walked out of the garage to give them their privacy. She nudged George with the toe of her white waitress shoe. "Going to come out from under there?" she asked. "Or are you going to hide from me?" "Hiding's working for me," George said, trying to make a joke out of it. "I don't want your truck," she said and squatted down to peer under her car. "If you think that's the only reason I'm coming around, then you must think I'm a real big whore." "I don't think you're a whore, but Lilly, why else would a beautiful girl like you come around an old guy like me?" he asked and slid out from under the car. One look into her eyes told him she was both angry and hurt. "Maybe, you dumb mother fucker, maybe I thought I loved you," she said and threw his truck keys in his face. "Here's your truck back, ass hole." "Hurry up and finish my car, MISTER Farmer," she spat as she strode out of the garage. ---- Allison smiled warmly at the odd looking couple that stood on her doorstep. The girl wasn't even five feet tall, and the young man loomed over both of them. "Um, hi," Mary said. "Um, we go to school with Britney." "I'm Thomas Kowalski," Thomas offered. "And I'm Mary, Mary Farmer," Mary said and held out a card. "We got this for Britney. Oh, how sweet," Allison said and stood aside. "Would you two like to come in? See her?" "Yes, ma'am, if that would be all right," Mary said. "No Mom," Britney said, horrified. "Honey, you're going to have to face people sooner or later," Allison quietly but firmly told her daughter. Just put that partial plate in so you can smile, and come out on the back porch; they're waiting for you." "Yes ma'am," Britney said. Mary was horrified when Britney stepped out onto the porch. She had not expected the normally so beautiful girl to look damaged. Damaged. That was the word for it. Britney looked damaged. "Britney, I am so sorry this happened to you, Mary said sincerely. "Thank you," Britney said and impulsively hugged the smaller girl tightly. Allison looked through the window and smiled as Britney sat outside and talked with Mary and Thomas. She poured three glasses of iced tea and put them not a tray. "Here, brought y'all something to drink," she said and stepped out onto the porch. "Thank you so much," Britney said and Allison smiled. She wasn't thanking her mother for the tea. ---- Oscar sat and told his dad about Britney, how he wanted to ask her out, but kept chickening out. "I mean, Dad, she's like flipping gorgeous," Oscar said. "Even gorgeous girls get lonely," Cecil said. "Yeah, but not Britney," Oscar said. "Oh?" Cecil smiled. "She schizophrenic?" "No, Dad," Oscar laughed. "I mean, unless she's got multiple personalities to keep her company, she's probably sitting there, wishing someone would pick up the phone and ask her out," Cecil said. Chapter 4 Tiffany knew that it wasn't Britney's fault, that she hadn't asked to have her nose broken or three of her teeth knocked out, but a lot of people at DeGarde High School believed that Britney had asked for it. Since other people's opinion mattered a lot to Tiffany, she tended to side with them. She saw her sister sitting on the back porch with Tank, and that little oddball he was playing with, huffed in disgust and stomped up the stairs. "But Mary," Britney declared. "It wouldn't have mattered one way or the other; Jack was high on pot." "He was doing drugs?" Mary gasped, horrified. "Yeah," Britney said. "I guess I should have just stayed at the diner and called Crappit for a ride home." )Crappit'' was the nickname of Rapid Cab in DeGarde. They were the only cab service in DeGarde, and as a result, they were not very rapid, nor were they very courteous to their clients.) "Or asked us for a ride," Thomas said. """Yeah, but y'all were out on a date," Britney said. "So? We could never leave a friend in need," Mary insisted. "Yeah, y'all are pretty good friends," Britney declared and squeezed Mary's hand. "Y'all staying for dinner?" Allison asked. Mary gasped. "Dinner! Thomas! I have to go home! I got to cook dinner!" Mary cried out. "Oh, well, okay, but thanks so much for coming over," Britney said and kissed Mary on her lips. She hugged Thomas good-bye, and watched as the two left. "I like them," Allison declared. "Yeah, me too," Britnye agreed. ---- Oscar sighed and put the phone back on the cradle. "She ain't never going to say 'yes' until you ask her," Cecil smiled. "Dad, you just don't understand," Oscar huffed. "No, you're right, I don't understand why you don't just pick up that phone, dial the number and say 'Hi Britney, I'd really love it if you'd go out to Radcliffe's with me this Friday.'" Cecil agreed. "Dad, damn it!" Oscar yelled. "I know you can't see, but this girl is gorgeous! She's not going to want to go out with a dork like me!" "What's being blind got to do with it?" Cecil asked. There was no anger or bitterness; Cecil accepted his blindness for what it was, just a fact of life. "Okay, okay, see, this girl is really hot, and really hot girls only like really hot guys," Oscar tried to explain. "Son, let me ask you something," Cecil smiled. "If this girl was just kind of average looking, would it be hard to call her up and ask her out?" "No, not really," Oscar said. "But if she was just kind of average looking..." "Then pretend that Britney is just kind of average looking, but a really sweet girl that you'd like to be friends with, and ask her out," Cecil smiled. ---- Thomas drove down Highway 19 toward Mary's house. She sat, hands folded in her lap. He looked over at her and smiled. "So," he teased. "You like it when Britney kissed you?" She looked at him for a long moment; a few tears dripping down her face. "How did you know?" she whispered. "How did you know that I was thinking of that?" "Baby, I was just kidding," Thomas hastened to assure her, but she put her head down again and would not listen to him. He pulled up in front of her house and she got onto her knees and walked across the bench seat and put her arms around his neck. "I will make it up to you," she whispered into his ear. "I will make it up to you for having such impure and inappropriate thoughts." Before he could protest that she had nothing to make up to him, she had opened her door and hopped out of the truck. "I love you," she said and slammed the door shut. "God damn, she is one weird girl," Thomas said as she rapidly scurried to her front door and let herself into the house. Oddball Ch. 03 ---- Leah wrinkled up her brow in mild agitation. Why was her brother asking for her help? "Okay, let's say John really did something stupid," he tried again. "What do you think? Flowers, or maybe candy?" "Did John do something wrong?" she finally asked. "No, Leah, I did," George said. "I did, and I'm trying to figure out what I can do to get Lilly back." "Lilly? Who's Lilly?" Leah asked. "My girlfriend, my ex-girlfriend," George said. "Well, yes, I suppose some girls do like flowers," Leah admitted. "But you know, the nicest thing, you remember Eden?" "Um, that cat that ran away?" George asked. "Yes, I cried for days over that stupid beast," Leah said. "Well, John felt so bad about that cat running away that he sat down and wrote me a long letter telling me how sorry he was. George, I still have that letter, it's in my nightstand. Flowers are nice, but words last forever." "You know what, Leah?" George smiled. "For a mean old sister, you ain't half bad." "Thank you, I suppose," Leah smiled and hung up. ---- She had hugged her, mashing her full breasts against her. She had held her hand, sending warmth through her flesh. She had kissed her. And her lips felt so soft, so moist. Mary tried praying to distract her mind from the lustful, impure thoughts she was having. "I wonder if she uses her tongue to kiss her lover," Mary said, then gasped aloud. She loved it when she and Thomas used their tongues to kiss each other. It was so carnal, so sensual, and so sexual. She also used her tongue on Thomas' manhood. She loved the taste of him, the feeling of him. She wondered what it would be like to use her tongue on Britney's womanhood. Some grease spattered out of the frying pan and burned her hand. "Serves you right!" she angrily said. "You are a sinful, sinful harlot!" That girl, that waitress at Clark's had worn such revealing clothing, inviting sinful thoughts. Mary had harbored those sinful thoughts. It was not lost on Mary that Theresa's shorts had been red. The very color of the Devil. The color of blood, the blood that was spilled over sin and lustful thoughts. "I wonder if I will get a chance to kiss her again," Mary asked out loud. ---- Tiffany would not look at her sister. If she looked at Britney, it would be plainly obvious that Jack had raped her, that Britney had not 'asked for it.' But if Britney hadn't asked for it, then Tiffany would have to stand up to her friends, risk losing her friends. So, pretending her sister wasn't in the room seemed to be the best solution to her. Chapter 5 Lilly watched with mild interest as the Royal Florists van pulled into the parking lot of the diner. She brought the iced tea to table four and waited patiently as the two women argued back and forth about which had more calories, Thousand Island or Ranch salad dressing. It hardly mattered as both women would also order the fried chicken plates and then have strawberry shortcake for dessert. "You Lilly?" the scrawny boy asked as he held a large vase with an elaborate bouquet. "Yeah," she agreed, puzzled. "Sign here," the kid asked and she scribbled her name on the blank space. The letter than accompanied the flowers was rife with misspellings and grammatical errors. The meaning however was clear. ---- "Hello?" Britney answered the phone guardedly. There had been a few threatening phone calls from Bull Dog fans and from friends of Jack Rogers. "Um, hello, um, Britney?" a voice squeaked out. "Yes," Britney said, ready to slam the phone down on whoever it was. "Um, hi, um, this is Oscar. Oscar Coutre," the voice squeaked out. "Oh, hi!" Britney said happily. "Thank you for the card, that was so sweet of you!" "Um, my pleasure," Oscar said sincerely. "Um, listen, I was wondering if you, you know, if you're not doing anything on Friday night, if you'd like to, you and I, we'd go to you know, Radcliffe's and...." At first she was tempted to laugh in his face. The thought that she would go anywhere, even Radcliffe's, with a loser was positively ludicrous, laughable. Her eye fell on the card. "Oh, Oscar, I'm sorry, but I'm already doing something this Friday night," she said. "Oh, well, um, okay," Oscar, said, the disappointment heavy in his voice. "Remember? I'm on the cheerleading squad; we're playing Baylor Lake High School," Britney went on. She looked at the card again. "So, what about Saturday?" she asked. "Holy shit, are you serious?" Oscar asked, causing Britney to giggle. "Well, you asked first," she reminded him. "Yeah, yeah, Saturday's great," Oscar, agreed. She smiled as he agreed to pick her up at seven o'clock and hung up. "Better call Radcliffe's and make reservations," his father reminded Oscar when he quit dancing around the room. ---- Mary drew a bath and bend to the task of undressing. Her face flushed with embarrassment, as she could smell her own excitement; her panties were sticky from her lust-fueled thoughts. "How, Father?" she implored. "How do I rid myself of such temptations?" "But Britney is, well, she was so beautiful; she is one of your creatures. Surely it cannot be a sin to appreciate your beauty?" Mary asked as she lay down in the steaming water. "Ah, God," she grunted aloud as she ran a finger up her hairless slit and orgasmed. Her lips had felt so soft. Her breasts had felt so firm. Her touch was so warm. Chapter 6 Oscar was both disappointed and relieved when Tiffany came to school by herself. He was more than sure, when Britney laid eyes on him, she would change her mind about Saturday night. All the same, he would have liked to see her in her usual seat in their History class, and in their Spanish class. ---- "Hey, Lilly," George nervously said when she answered the phone. "Um, your car is um ready." "Fine," she said, no emotion in her voice. "What time you close?" "Um, five, five o'clock," he said dejectedly. "Fine, I'll be there at five," she said and hung up. Theresa rolled her eyes as Lilly hurried about the small apartment, getting ready to go pick up the car. "Did he say how much it was?" she asked. "No, can't be a whole lot," Lilly said. "Remember? We told him if it was more than five hundred we didn't want it fixed." "Uh huh," Teresa smiled and watched Lilly dash into the bathroom. "Going to shave it?" "Did that this morning," Lilly laughed. "Seriously," Teresa said and stuck her head into the bathroom. "What are you going to do?" "Don't know," Lilly answered honestly. "Depends on what happens when I see him." ---- "Thomas," Mary quietly asked. "Can we, would you please take me to Huvall's Levee?" "Right now?" Thomas asked, a little surprised. "He stunk; Coach Benoit had pushed them hard at practice. Thomas had rolled down both windows but he could still smell himself. Mary did not tell him; she thought it might be a little too odd, but the smell of a man's sweat was one of the most erotic smells in the world to her. Her bald pussy, she was sure, was dripping her excitement, as she smelled him. "Please," she asked. This close to School's end, there were no other cars there, but Thomas parked as far down at the end as he could. He killed the engine and looked over at Mary. "I have been thinking," she began. "Oh, God," he thought to himself. "She's breaking up with me, just because I teased her about kissing Britney." "That the only way I can purge my lips of the taste of another woman is to taste your lips again," Mary said. "Can we, can I kiss you?" "Um, yeah, I mean, I kind of stink, but if you want," Thomas said. "Thank you, Thomas," she said and got onto her knees, which put her at face level with him. (He didn't know if she did it consciously or not, but she rubbed her breasts against him) "Mmm," she sighed happily as she kissed him, then rubbed his muscular chest with her small hands. "Can I, let me, I want to put your manhood into my mouth," she whispered in his ear, then slid down to his lap and unzipped his jeans. She still lacked greatly in skill; she just swallowed his entire cock down her throat, then pulled up, sucked hard on the head of his cock, then slid back down, swallowing his cock down her throat again. Her murmurs of pleasure sent joyous little vibrations along his cock and he grunted, letting her know he was close. "Uh, oh, yes!" he grunted and sent stream after stream of his semen down her throat. "Thank you, Thomas," she quietly said, then slid over to the door. "Please take me home," she quietly asked once he'd caught his breath. "When, do I, one of these times, I want to do the same for you," he said as he started the truck. "What?" she asked, surprised. "What do you mean?" "I mean, I want to eat you, I want to put my mouth on your womanhood," he said as he drove her home. "Oh, my!" she thought to herself. "It is difficult enough to resist the temptation to simply give him my virginity; I do not know if I would be able to resist if he were to pleasure me so." ---- John nearly laughed as George ran upstairs to take a shower. "Better not take your usual 'one-handed' showers," he teased. "She'll be here in about fifteen minutes. "Shut up, butt hole," George yelled as he ran up the metal stairs. "Hello, John," Lilly quietly said when the taxi let her out in front of the garage. "Hey Lilly," he smiled and retested the alternator he was working on. "Wow, that is a big van," Lilly commented. "Yeah, it's actually a recreational vehicle," John agreed and smiled in satisfaction; the RV cranked up beautifully. "Um, George around?" Lilly asked. "Upstairs, showering," John said and turned off the engine. "He'll be down just as soon as he figures out how to put Right Guard under his left armpit," John joked. "Oh, Jeez, I don't think I can wait that long," Lilly laughed. "Hey," George smiled nervously at the pretty girl. "Hi," she said, her heart catching in her throat. "Um, here's the keys," he said and held them out to her. "Um, hey George, I'll see you in the morning," John said and left the garage. "Yeah, hey, see you tomorrow," George agreed. "So, how much?" Lilly asked. "What?" George asked. "How much I owe you for the car?" she asked and softly held onto the keys as he dangled them. "Don't worry about it," he said. "Well, I can't not pay you 'something,'" she smiled and pulled him to her for a kiss. Chapter 7 Mary waited patiently for the bus that would take the DeGarde High School students to Baylor Lake for the football game. Thomas had already left on the first bus, the bus reserved for the football team. As usual, her lack of height and her lack of popularity had her jostled to the rear of the line as the twenty or so students bustled onto the bus. When she did finally get on, most of the seats were taken. "Mary, back here," she heard a voice call out and happily went in search of the source. Her heart caught in her throat; a smiling Britney Wertmuller sat, patting the seat next to her. Britney was wearing the sexy and revealing costume of a cheerleader. Mary steeled herself and took the offered seat. The fact that Britney's eyes were still black, her nose still broken did not diminish the girl's beauty in Mary's eyes. "Hi," Mary quietly said. "Hey," Britney happily said and kissed Mary squarely on her mouth. Soft. Soft and moist. Soft and moist and sexy and tempting. "I was real happy to see you in school yesterday and today," Mary admitted. "Thank you," Britney whispered in Mary's ear. "Not everyone was. A lot of people blame me for Jack's getting arrested, think we're going to lose tonight and it's all my fault." "I do understand," Mary replied. "Some think that it was my fault Grace and Peggy and Mindy got expelled." Her breath was soft and warm in Mary's ear. She clasped onto Mary's hand tightly. The back of Mary's hand rested firmly against Britney's bare upper thigh, held fast by Britney. The Bull Dogs were victorious so the bus ride home was a deafening affair. "Need a ride home?" Britney yelled and Mary looked into Britney's hazel eyes for a moment, then nodded her head yes. Mary gave directions to the home and Britney drove the car rapidly, frightening Mary at times. "See you later," Britney cheerfully said and hugged Mary tightly, then kissed her happily. "See you later," Mary quietly said and let herself out of the car. "She's sweet," Tiffany said from the back seat. "Yeah, yeah she is, I like her," Britney declared. "You really going out with Oscar the Geek tomorrow night?" Tiffany asked. "Yeah, we're going to Radcliffe's," Britney said and drove the car way too fast, getting them home. ---- "You said there was a real nice house just down the street," George said as he placed the warm washcloth to Lilly's raw anus. "Mm Hmm?" Lilly murmured. George was the only lover, besides Theresa, that bothered to clean her up after sex. Every other lover had just lain there and waited for her to leave. But George not only went and got a washcloth, he took the time to run the water until it got warm, then rather than just handing her the cloth, sponged and dabbed her anus clean for her. "Well, I went and looked at it, and it's okay," George went on. "Yeah?" Lilly said. wiggling her ass slightly. "But there's a bigger house two blocks over, on Wesley Road," George said and playfully swatted Lilly's buttock. "Wesley Road?" Lilly said. "There's some nice houses on that street." "Yeah, well, the one that's for sale is a four bedroom, three bath home, you ought to see the master bedroom; got a Jacuzzi and shower, big window that lets out onto the back porch," George said and used the washcloth to clean his cock. "Four bedrooms?" Lilly asked. "Why on earth would anyone need four bedrooms?" "For all the kids we'll have," George said and kissed Lilly's cheek, then her shoulder, then her back, and then her left buttock. "Did you just say, 'for all the kids we'll have?'" Lilly asked. "Yes, yes I did," George, admitted. "Nice try, buddy," Lilly laughed. "But I'm not having kids until I'm married." "Well, that's okay with me," George said. "You had better not be playing games with me, Mr. Farmer," Lilly warned. ---- Thomas smiled as he saw Mary's phone number pop up in the caller ID box. "Hello, Dickey's weenies, home of the foot long," he said cheerfully. "Oh, I am sorry, I have the wrong number," Mary gasped. "Mary, you goofball, it's me," Thomas laughed. "Oh," a much-relieved Mary giggled. Then she grew serious. "Thomas, do you love me?" she asked. Well, I uh, yeah, Mary, I do," he stammered. "And I love you," she said. "Good, good," he said. "Do you, were you serious about pleasuring me the next time we are together?" she whispered into the phone. "Yeah, yeah I was," Thomas said, his cock beginning to grow at the thought of that. "I am desperate for you to pleasure me," she admitted. He asked her if she'd ever eaten Chinese; he knew a great Chinese restaurant in Lafayette, Louisiana, and they agreed to go out the very next evening. Mary sighed when she hung up the telephone. Maybe his pleasuring her with his mouth would eradicate Britney's memories from her lips, from her flesh. She hoped so; having lustful and impure thoughts about Thomas, a man, was bad enough. But having carnal desires for Britney, a woman, was surely ten times more sinful. "But you know what?" Mary asked herself as she prepared for bed. "It doesn't matter if you're one inch or one million miles in Hell, you're still in Hell." ---- Oscar found it hard to sleep. She had smiled at him. She had stood in front of the bleachers with the other cheerleaders, cheering and screaming and jumping up and down. Then she spotted him in the bleachers and smiled her dazzling smile at him and waved. Sighing, he got out of bed and turned on his computer. Naturally, he went to the pornography sites, looking for blonde cheerleaders. He quite often stroked himself while looking at blonde cheerleaders doing slutty things. Tonight he noticed that all the blonde cheerleaders were doing slutty things with well-muscled jocks, or other hot looking cheerleaders, but none of them were doing slutty things with dorks or losers. His erection wilted in his hand. What was someone as beautiful as Britney doing with someone like him? Chapter 8 Mary thought she would pass out; she was laughing so hard and just could not stop. Thomas was trying to eat with the chopsticks. The sticks were dwarfed by his large hands, his large, clumsy hands. She wasn't having any more luck than he. Finally, in frustration, he began spearing his food with the wooden sticks, making her laugh out loud. "I bring you big spoon," the waitress teased. "You eat with big spoon like big baby, okay?" "Okay," Thomas agreed. "At least I'd get to eat." "Me too," Mary managed to gasp out. ---- "Thank you," Britney smiled as Oscar gave her the flowers. At first he'd balked when his father suggested the flowers. It just seemed pretty old-fashioned, exactly the sort of thing a dork or loser would do. But Sophia, the unbelievably beautiful young lawyer his father was dating had echoed his father, he chipped open the wallet and bought the flowers. Looking at Britney's smile, the flowers were a great idea. Allison Wertmuller had greeted him warmly; she remembered the young man that had brought her daughter the card. Charlie Wertmuller did not try to hide his amused smile when Allison introduced the two males. Charlie was pleased at Oscar's firm handshake and the fact that Oscar looked at his wife's eyes and his daughter's eyes, and not at their impressive physiques. "Have fun," Allison encouraged. "Ahem, not too much fun," Charlie warned. "Oh, Daddy, really!" Britney laughed. "Yes sir," Oscar gulped. ---- "Are you serious?" Theresa asked as Lilly showed her around the four-bedroom house. "Theresa, that's like the ten thousandth time you said that," Lilly laughed. "Oh my God, look at this bathtub," Theresa enthused as she looked at the Jacuzzi tub. "I know!" Lilly said. "Isn't that great? I mean, you could put two or three people in that thing!" "Me and you?" Theresa suggested. "Uh huh," Lilly laughed. "And George." "Mm, maybe, if he's a good boy," Theresa said and pinched Lilly's buttock hard. "Oh, believe me, he's a very good boy," Lilly laughed. "Damn right I am," George said as he and the broker entered the bedroom. "You show Theresa the hot tub out back?" "No, 'cause I didn't know there was a hot tub out back," Lilly said and quickly tugged open the sliding glass door that led into the back yard. "Your daughter is lovely," the broker, who had been flirting outrageously with George, commented. "Thanks," George smiled. "But she's not my daughter. She's my lover." "Oh," the broker said and clammed up. ---- The waiter bordered on being rude; he was miffed at being assigned the 'kids' table. If Brigney or Oscar noticed the waiter's curt attitude, neither one said anything about it. Oscar kept staring at Britney, blushing and looking away when she would notice his stares. "What" she finally said. ""What?" he squeaked? "You keep staring at me; my make up on wrong or something?" Britney asked. "No, absolutely not," he said, stammering and blushing. "No, it's just, you're beautiful!" She knew she wasn't beautiful. Her eyes were still black; her nose had a hideous bump in it. His eyes told her he wasn't just saying those words, though; he meant it. "Thank you," she smiled. "You know what? You're pretty beautiful yourself." Oddball Ch. 03 "Shut up," he laughed. ---- Mary thought she would die. The feelings his mouth was giving her, giving her womanhood, she had never ever imagined were possible. Thomas had been surprised, and pleased that Mary shaved her pubic mound bald. He slurped and sucked at her pussy lips, then stuck his tongue into her slit as far as he could, then located her clitoris. "Ah, oh Mother of God!" she screamed. She stiffened, then shuddered, and then went absolutely limp on the truck's bench seat. Thomas continued his oral assault on her drooling pussy and ran his hand on her narrow belly, then her ribs, and then her breasts. Remembering that she liked them squeezed quite hard, he obliged her and squeezed them forcefully. "Oh, oh, Thomas!" she keened and he felt her shudder in orgasm again. ---- Theresa sat on her bed and sobbed. She had known from the beginning that she was just a plaything, just a pleasant diversion until Lilly found herself a boyfriend. But she had ignored it, hoping that Lilly would fall in love with her. Chapter 9 Mary had hoped that Thomas would be able to erase the lustful thoughts for Britney, but if anything, he had intensified them. She knew that this was the way that one woman pleasured another, made love with one another. Women put their mouths on each other's womanhood. She sat with her parents and listened to the Reverend Smith thunder and proclaims the many many temptations that were out there; Satan was on full alert, knowing the end of time was at hand. Thomas had jammed a finger into her rectum, at her urging. His fingers were large, larger than the handle of her brush. It had felt so nasty, so wrong; she had she had almost egged him to place his manhood into her fundament. Just sitting there, she could very nearly feel his finger probing her again. Just sitting there, she could very nearly feel his tongue probing her womanhood. She bowed her head in shame; how could she be sitting in church, yet thinking of making love with Thomas, of committing the act of sodomy with him? His manhood was quite large, it stretched her lips painfully. She stifled the groan of lust; his manhood in her bowels would most surely hurt, would most surely cause her to tear open and bleed quite painfully. Britney's lips were so soft, and so moist. Britney's breasts mashed against her and they felt so firm, so tempting. Britney's upper thigh had been so warm, so smooth, and so muscular. Mary wondered if she shaved her womanhood smooth, or did she have blonde pubic hair? Mary did groan; here she was, sitting in church, and she was lustfully entertaining the thought of making love with another woman. John stiffened. It was bad enough when Reverend Smith proclaimed one place or another as 'sinful' or 'damned;' John took it all with a large grain of salt. But at present, the man was ranting and raving against Alcoholics Anonymous, calling it a brainwashing cult. Leah stiffened; Reverend Smith was railing against Alcoholics Anonymous and against the people that attended their meetings. She looked at her husband. He did not know that she knew that he attended the meetings. She looked back at the portly minister and wondered. He was very quick to condemn, to judge this entity or that one as 'sinful,' to judge this person or that one as 'wicked.' But she knew that John was not sinful, nor was he wicked. Now, without A.A., when he was drinking, now, that was sinful and wicked. They turn their backs on God and pledge allegiance to their cult," Reverend Smith proclaimed. "I wonder what else he has been wrong about?" Leah asked herself. ---- Britney giggled to herself; if she had not grabbed Oscar and kissed him good night, they'd still be outside, him hemming and hawing and trying to work up the courage to kiss her. But once they did kiss, Holy Mackerel! Oscar's hunger and passion came through loud and clear. If her nose hadn't been broken, if she'd been able to breathe through it, they'd still be out there, kissing. She'd worn three-inch heels, which put her at eye level to him. A perfect height for kissing. She vowed all of her shoes from now on were going to be three-inch heels. ---- George looked up from the paperwork and smiled; Theresa, Lilly's little redhead friend walked into the office. The first bullet slammed into his shoulder, the second caught him in the neck, the third and fourth caught him in his left temple. In her apartment, Lilly lay on their bed, already turning cold. A single bullet hole punctured her chest. Theresa put the forty-five back into her purse and left the garage. She started up the Toyota and drove west. She wasn't sure where she would go, maybe back home to California, maybe Mexico, maybe she would just drive right into the ocean and drown herself. The End of 'Oddball 03.' Oddball Ch. 04 *Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 The portly man put a smile on his face as the Farmers came out of the small building. He did not like the Farmers; John Farmer made less money than his wife, and it was quite obvious to all that his wife wore the pants in their family. The Bible clearly stated that the man should be the Head of the household. How any man could allow his wife to work outside of the home anyway was a mystery to him. But he did like their money; Leah believed in tithing at least one-tenth of her monthly income. She was also quite generous with their income when Christmas time approached. Now, their child, Mary Farmer, she was a real cutie pie. Even with the clothing that went from throat to ankles, he could tell she had a sweet, ripe little body underneath all the clothing. Even before his wife left him, he'd noticed how little Mary was growing into a fine young lady. And her meek and humble demeanor matched her beauty in his eyes. "Oh, I bet she'd cry and beg me to stop," he thought and shifted his trousers slightly, to disguise his growing erection. "Morning, Reverend," John said. "Good morning Brother John," Reverend Smith smiled. "Got a question for you," John said, no smile on his face. "Mm?" Zechariah waited. "What do you know about Alcoholics Anonymous?" John asked. "Why, what do you mean?" Zechariah asked. "Well, I'm just wondering, you were pretty quick to condemn them, so I'm just wondering if you've ever been to their meetings," John asked. "Brother John, I do not need to stick my hands into the fires of Hell to know I do not want to go there," Reverend Smith intoned. "So, without ever having been to any of their meetings, you just pass judgment on them?" John asked. "Again, Brother..." Zechariah Smith sanctimoniously sneered. "Have a nice day," John snapped and walked away. Leah squeezed his hand as he drove the car toward their home. Once home, she asked Mary to fix their lunch; she had to talk with Daddy. Leah pulled John into their bedroom. "I have been thinking," she said quietly. "I have been thinking that it may be time for us to look at attending another church." "You're joking," John said, stunned. "John, I know," she said. "What?" he asked still stunned. "I know. I know where you've been going on your lunch breaks," Leah said. "Oh," he said and looked away. "And I know I've never been prouder of you, never been more in love with you, and to hear that bubble butt just stand there..." Leah said. "That WHAT?" John laughed. Leah smiled a self-conscious little smile. "That FAT ASS just stand there and condemn a place that gave me back the man that I love, well, John, what else has he been wrong about?" Leah asked. "How long have you known?" John asked her. "A couple of weeks," Leah admitted. "And John, I'm so proud of you I could just bust; I know they're not sinful, they're not a cult. And to hear that man not even bother to answer your question, well I just don't know." "We'll pray about it," John decided. "Good idea," Leah laughed. ---- Amber was pissed. Amber was beyond pissed. She didn't know what kind of power game Babette was playing, not answering her phone, and when she did, acting like she was just too busy to talk, but Amber didn't like it one bit. "Fucking dyke," she snarled under her breath when the cheerful little message came up again. "Oh damn! Must have lost my cell phone again! I hate that when that happens! Oh well, leave a message and when I find my phone again I'll give you a call, okay? Bye!" Babette's cheerful voice said. Tank didn't answer his phone either. Grace's mom wouldn't let anyone come over and wouldn't let Grace go anywhere. Amber called Tyrell Landry; he was always good for a fuck and, if he had the dope, would share it. She smiled, wondering how Babette would like that; her lover fucking a black guy. Babette was busy doing her aerobics exercise and did not hear the cell phone ringing. ---- Oscar had damned near given his cock brush burns reliving and re-reliving that good night kiss. Her arms had gone around him, around his shoulders; he could feel her forearms against his neck. Her breasts were nice and firm, but had just a little bit of give to them when they pressed against his chest. Her lips had been so nice and soft; her tongue had felt like nothing he'd ever imagined. Her skin smelled nice and clean, her perfume smelled a little of musk. He sighed and wandered back down the hall to the bathroom again, his trousers tenting out in front of him. ---- Meals in the Kowalski home were normally quiet, tense affairs. You just never knew what kind of mood James Kowalski would be in. If he'd had two or three beers, he'd be in a fairly good mood. If he'd been into the bourbon, he'd be in a mean temperament. He was most foul, quickest to lash out with fists or words if he'd had no alcohol at all. "This is pretty good,'" he said and Thomas and Jim let their breath out. Theresa also let her breath out and beamed with pride. He'd had a couple of beers; he was in a good mood. "So, Tommy, tell me about this midget you've been screwing," James said. "Dad!" Thomas exclaimed. "What?" James asked. "I'm not supposed to know about her?" "We're not 'screwing,'" Thomas grumbled. "Oh?" James sneered. "Why not? Bitch don't put out?" "Dad, she's a really nice girl," Thomas sighed. "Real religious, you know?" Sometimes he hated his father. The knowledge made him sick, though. It's wrong to hate your own father. ---- Britney bubbled as she went on and on about Oscar and their date. Under the table, Allison nudged Charlie. He put his hand on her leg and smiled sadly. Radcliffe's, huh?" Tiffany asked. "Yeah," Britney smiled. "How was the food?" Charlie asked. "It was all right," Britney shrugged. "Really, Mom's cooking's a lot better." "Why thank you, Honey!" Allison laughed. "Just for that, you get a chocolate sundae for dessert!" "What about me?" Tiffany asked. "You haven't said anything nice yet," Allison teased. Under the table, Charlie's hand was getting closer and closer. She looked at his bland face; no one would ever be able to beat Charlie Wertmuller at poker. She smiled when a quick little jerk of his eyebrows was the only indication that he'd discovered her lack of panties. He turned and smiled at her as he drove two fingers into her wetness. His thumb rested against her clitoris and she stifled a groan. :I like your cooking very much," Tiffany said. "And no one makes ice tea as good as you do." "Hmm," Allison said. "A little too artificial, you know? I can tell you were reaching on that one." "Please?" Tiffany begged. "Please can I have a chocolate sundae too?" "Terrible, just terrible," Allison laughed as Tiffany really mugged up a begging face. "How about me?" Charlie asked and pulled his fingers from her pussy. She looked at him, torn between gratitude that he'd stopped before she could no longer hide her reaction and disappointed that he'd stopped. "Yeah, he ain't said anything nice either!" Tiffany said. "Sure I did," Charlie smiled. "Why just this morning I told her her ass isn't THAT big yet." "Girls, I know you will miss your father very much when I kill him," Allison said as she picked up their dinner plates. "'Bye Daddy," Britney and Tiffany said. "We'll miss you." "If I help dig his grave, can I have his sundae?" Tiffany asked. "Good God, yes Tiffany, you can have a sundae!" Allison laughed. ---- She drove the Toyota west on I-10. Her headache was nearly mind numbing and she'd left the bottle of medication back at the apartment. She was on the outskirts of Houston and traffic was really starting to get thick. She should have taken his truck. A van cut right in front of her, narrowly missing her bumper by millimeters, but she dared not slow down; a Peterbilt was directly behind her. Lilly was always the one that drove through Houston, Lilly was just as aggressive and daring as these drivers. Lilly didn't give an inch and had no trouble swerving in a doubt of the small spaces. Theresa always just shut her eyes until they were on the other side of the huge metropolis. That was how she was when Lilly would drag her onto the roller coasters; she would shut her eyes until the ride was finished. Lilly would shriek and squeal and demand to go on it again, but Theresa would just close her eyes until the safety bar was released and she could get out and stand again. She fished Lilly's sunglasses out of the console and put them on. That seemed to diminish the headache slightly. Damn, but that semi was right on her bumper. Chapter 2 John was a little surprised; the garage was not open yet. Usually, George would have the garage bays wide open and would either be in the office drinking that swill he called coffee or already hard at work under the hood of a client's car. The side door was open, though and John let himself in and turned on the lights to the office and garage. "Mother of God, help me," John said as he saw his big brother's body, half in his chair and half on the floor. The police were quick to respond; DeGarde had relatively little in the way of crime, being a small town. Once they'd photographed the entire office and dusted for fingerprints, they asked John to do a quick visual survey of the office and the garage to see if he could notice anything missing. He opened the office safe; the combination was Mary's birthday, and shook his head no. There were several thousand dollars in the safe, untouched. "Any wise, girlfriends, jealous husbands or boyfriends?" Detective Bordelon asked. "No, no, well, he was dating this little college girl, but I doubt she had a husband or boyfriend," John said. ---- Babette burst into tears as she listened to amber's nasty message. "Yeah, he pounded my pussy real good, got it all full of cum, want to come over and eat some cum out of my pussy, fucking pussy eating dyke?" Amber said. "Was going to let him fuck me up the ass, but I think I'd rather shit on your ugly face," Amber went on. Babette hit the number seven on her keypad, erased the rest of the hateful, hurtful message. "Mom, I don't feel good," she sobbed and Mrs. Boudreaux shrugged her shoulders and called the school office. ---- "About time y'all come out here," the old lady that lived next to Lilly's apartment complained. "I called yesterday about what sounded like a gunshot and y'all hung up on me!" "You called the police yesterday?" Detective Bordelon asked. "That's right, about ten o'clock in the morning," the woman snarled. "And y'all hung up on me!" "Ma'am, you remember what number you called?" Detective Bordelon asked, reaching for his cell phone. She recited Rapid Cab's phone number and Detective Bordelon almost smiled. "That's right, neighbor said she heard what sounded like a gunshot," he told his commanding officer. "Ma'am, you wouldn't happen to know where a key to this apartment might be found, do you," He asked the old woman. "Try under the flower pot," she suggested. He did and there was a spare key. "Send the M.E. out here," he told his commanding officer. "Got us another one in side. And get Crappit's phone records; next door neighbor called them to report the gunshot; I want to know what time that call came in." ---- Oscar Coutre was a new man. Normally Oscar the Geek was the butt of ridicule, of scorn. He was the one that got tripped when he walked down aisles, the one that found 'kick me' taped to his back, the one that found a thumbtack on his chair. He usually found those hard way, with his rump. He was the one that found him being shoved into a locker by the jocks, or teased by the cheerleaders and other popular girls. But he was a new man. Jeremy Leblanc stuck his foot out in the aisle as Oscar came stumbling along. "Ow, mother fucker!" Jeremy howled as Oscar very heavily stomped down on the toes of Jeremy's tennis shoe. "Oh, gee, I'm sorry," Oscar said, in a tone of voice that let Jeremy know he was not sorry at all. He brushed the thumbtack off of his seat and sat down. Britny and Tiffany Wwertmuller burst into the room and nearly every head swiveled as Britney smiled widely and traipsed down the aisle to take the seat next to Oscar. Yes, Oscar was a new man. "Latent homosexuality is quite common in the early stages of adolescence, male and female, as the increase of hormonal levels also dictate sexual identity..." the book very dryly informed Mary. Again, she furtively looked around the library before continuing to read about sexual development, sexual responses, and sexual identities. "Well, that certainly makes sense," she thought to herself. Never having developed friendships, never having any social interactions until now, it was quite normal to have these sexual feelings for Britney Wertmuller. She had also noticed, nowhere in the few pages that she'd read, did it say she would be condemned for all Eternity for having these feelings; they were normal. Another thought came to mind; she looked around again to make sure that no one was looking at her, and thumbed through the index. "Anal sex, page 47," she said and flipped to that page. Again, a very dry, scientific description was given, giving no real useful information, other than lubricant should be used as the rectum did not provide any lubricant of its own. :Finding everything okay?" Miss Barbara asked and Mary nearly jumped. "Um, yes, yes ma'am," Mary stammered. Miss Barbara smiled; at one time or another, nearly every one of their students had flipped through the pages of that book. She liked to joke that it was the most read book in their library, even though it had never been checked out. Mary quickly replaced the book on the shelf and returned to the table to sit next to Thomas. She looked at his crotch and wondered how much lubricant would be necessary to accommodate a penis of his girth. ---- "John, I am so sorry," Leah repeated. "Oh, my God," John said. "Mary! How am I going to tell Mary about this?" "Oh God, you're right!" Leah said. "She's going to be devastated!" "Who's Mary?" Detective Bordelon asked. "My daughter," John answered. "George, she was George's favorite, he loved her more than anything else in the world." "That the little girl's pictures hanging all over the place?" Detective Bordelon ask. "Yeah," John agreed. "We named her Mary Angel Farmer; George wanted us to name her Angel." Fresh tears began to fall. "God, Leah, what am I going to do?" he asked. ---- Theresa pumped the gas, ignoring the rude comments of the van's occupants. Her headache was worse, if that was possible. Normally, she would have enjoyed the attention of the five or six guys, would have bend way over, letting her shorts crawl up her backside, exposing a good portion of her ass to them. She might even have 'pretended' to adjust them, flashing a good part of her pussy to their hungry eyes. Then she and Lilly would have had a good laugh at that and Theresa would have masturbated while Lilly drove. "Hey baby, give you ten inches best meat you ever had," one of the guys said and grabbed himself. "Oh yeah?" Theresa asked. He was asking for it, and she was going to give it to him. Stupid motherfuckers; she hadn't invited their unwanted attention, hadn't encouraged them in any way. But did that matter to them? No; they were stupid pigs. "Ladies restroom," she said and locked her car door after grabbing her purse. His buddies laughed and hooted and cheered as he followed the hot little red head toward the bathroom. Some of his bravado melted away as they entered the cramped foul smelling room. "Well?" Theresa asked. "Come on, show me the ten inches you got." "Come on," she snapped and yanked him by his belt to the stall farthest from the door. She roughly shoved him backward and he sat down with an 'oomph' on the dirty toilet. Her bullet got him right between the eyes. The sound echoed and reverberated off the tile walls and Theresa's headache was intensified. She vomited from the pain of the headache, spraying her bile all over the dead man's lap and chest. If she had not wanted to endure the deafening roar of the gunshot again, she would have shot him again, out of anger, for making her throw up. A thought came to her and she checked her wallet. Funds were running low. She gingerly patted him and located his wallet. Jackpot. He had four hundred and seven dollars on him. His buddies laughed and jeered when she came out of the bathroom and she smirked at them before driving away. ---- Mary felt like crying when she was paged to the principal's office. She'd only looked at the book; she hadn't stolen it, or torn out any of the pages. Her mother and father were sitting in Principal Desmond's office, eyes red from crying. "What happened?" Mary barely dared to ask. Chapter 3 George's funeral was a somber affair. Even the presence of Thomas next to her was of no consolation to Mary. She tried to compose herself, tried to stop crying, but just when she thought she'd get a handle on herself, the overwhelming sadness would hit her again and she would start bawling again. John gave a heartfelt eulogy that would have embarrassed George. But the people there had to agree; John's description of his big brother was an accurate one. George was a businessman, but never ever let business gets in the way of helping another person. He owned several homes in DeGarde ,Baylor Lake, and Bender, which he rented out. He rented them at a fair price, kept things in good working condition and often let his tenants slide for a month or two before he would start the eviction process. "One family, they had eight kids, and the father got laid off," John remembered. "Instead of evicting them, he loaded up the back seat of the car with groceries and sent me down to Baylor Lake, to give them food. He didn't want them to know it was him sending the food, didn't want them to feel obligated. That's what kind of man my big brother was." ---- Despite her headache, she was hungry, so she pulled off the interstate and looked for a fast food restaurant. The small town in West Texas had a small diner/gas station. "Why sure honey, you got a headache?" the waitress asked when Theresa asked about getting a bottle of aspirin. "Yes, you dumb cunt, I have a headache; Why else would I need a bottle of fucking aspirin?" she muttered as the waitress waddled away. The Houston police officers scanned the surveillance tape from the gas station. "There, that's her," Officer Rodriguez said as the tape showed their victim following a short woman in very short shorts and tight tee shirt. "Damn, I'd follow her too." A few minutes later, the tape showed her from the rear as she returned into the frame. She got into a twelve year old Toyota and drove away. The front license plate was a 'Saints' football team license plate. "Should be easy enough to spot," he muttered. A Saints fan in Texas?" Theresa left a fairly generous tip; even if the waitress was a dumb bitch, Theresa knew how hard being a waitress could be. The food and the aspirin helped only a little, but a little was better than nothing. She ate three more aspirin, then started her car. She jammed the car into forward and lurched as the car ran into the concrete parking block. "Dumb ass," she cursed herself, then threw the car into reverse and pulled away from the diner. The Saints license plate lay on the ground where the parking block had torn it off of the front bumper. ---- "I'm real sorry about your uncle," Britney said into the phone. Oddball Ch. 04 "Thank you," Mary sniffled. "He was. he was my only uncle." "That's a real shame," Britney said, then brightened a little. "I called you 'cause I wanted to share some good news with you. I mean, it ain't going to change anything, but its still pretty good news." "What?" Mary asked, curious. "Okay, listen to this," Britney said, then Mary heard a slight whistling sound. "That's my nose!" Britney laughed. "I can breathe again! I went to Doctor Weinstein today and he fixed it!" "You know what?" Mary said. "That is good news. I'm glad for you." "Thank you," Britney laughed. "You going to be in school tomorrow?" Mary asked. "Yeah," Britney said. "You?" "Yeah, I got a perfect attendance so far," Mary said. "Don't want to mess that up." "Okay, see you tomorrow," Britney cheerfully said. "Love you,: "And I love you too," Mary admitted and hung up. ---- "So, you bang that shrimp yet?" James sneered as Thomas worked his tie loose. Obviously, Dad was in the bourbon tonight, mean as a snake. "No Dad," Thomas sighed. "Why the fuck not?" James sneered. "Pussy stink? Huh?" "James, please," Theresa Kowalski begged her husband. "What?" James bellowed at her. "Huh, what?" Thomas went down the hall to his bedroom. Jim smiled sympathetically. "He's been drinking since he got home," Jim said. "Came home at noon." "Since noon?" Thomas asked. "Great." "Yeah, should be out of it soon," Jim said. "Getting tired of it," Thomas sighed. "Yeah, and he wants to know why I never bring Beth over," Jim said. "You're not seeing her anymore," Thomas reminded him. "Know that," Jim said as Thomas hung up his suit. "But think I want to hear 'what? Ain't man enough to keep that stupid cunt happy?'" "She wasn't stupid," Thomas said. "Know that too," Jim said. "Dude, it was a fucked up funeral," Thomas sighed. "Guy should have never died, you know?" "Yeah?" Jim asked, sitting on the edge of the bed as Thomas stretched out on it. "Yeah, real nice guy," Thomas said. "Dude, they always say that when someone dies," Jim smiled. "You never hear 'He was a real ass hole,' or 'what a slut! Glad they're dead!'" "Yeah, you're right, but George, he was a nice guy; should have heard all the people said he helped them out," Thomas said. "George Farmer?" James slurred from the doorway. "Yeah, Dad," Thomas said. "Fucking cock sucker," James said. "Over-charged me on a new water pump for the station wagon; knew I had to have it. Got your mother in the front seat, you two in the back seat crying 'cause our vacation hadn't even gotten started." "He's dead, Dad," Thomas said. "Good, mother fucker deserves it," James belched out. "Need something, Dad?" Jim asked. "What? I got to have a reason want to talk with my boys?" James asked, snarling. "No," Jim said. "Fucking right I don't," James said angrily. "I can talk to my boys any God damned time I fucking feel like it, got it, Mr. Fucking smart ass?" "Dinner's ready," Theresa called out, distracting James from his tirade. Chapter 4 "Why?" Babette tearfully asked Amber. Amber sneered at her, then pushed her aside and kept walking down the corridor. "Answer your fucking phone next time I call," Amber said. "If I ever do call your ass again." ---- "Thee Indian chief said to the warrior, 'There are two wolves inside of my belly, one very angry and fierce and will destroy everything, even that which I love and hold dear. The other is very peaceful and loving and even playful, but it respects that which I respect, and loves that which I love.' The warrior asked the chief 'Which wolf is the most powerful?' To which the chief responded 'The wolf that I feed.'" Mary read and sighed. "Thank you, my Father," she said to herself. "That does give me some answers." She put the book of Native American Spirituality back on the library shelf. The title had caught her eye as she was furtively sneaking down the aisle before cutting back to the next aisle for the book on Human Sexuality. She resolved to herself that she would not feed the 'Britney wolf,' but would fee the 'Thomas wolf.' She smiled at Miss Barbara and left the library. Then Britney came down the corridor, wearing a low-cut blouse and short skirt. She smiled happily when she saw Mary. "Hi!" she bubbled. "Going to the game tomorrow night?" "Yeah," Mary agreed. "Go Bull Dogs!" "Go Bull Dogs!" Britney screamed and a few other students joined in on the cheer. Mary laughed and Britney grabbed her in a fierce hug, mashing her breasts into Mary's face. "Listen, you want to come over after the game, spend the night at my house?" Britney asked, putting her arm around Mary's waist and walking with the smaller girl. "I have to ask my Momma," Mary said. "Oh, would you, please?" Britney begged. "Good one, Beelzebub," Mary muttered. "Just got to make sure the Britney wolf gets a couple of scraps." "Okay," Mary agreed. "I'll call her at lunch." "Okay," Britney said and kissed Mary before running off to her next class. "Man, girls got it so fucking easy," John Ridgelow said to no one in particular. "I kiss my friend, I get called a fucking Homo, know what I'm saying?" "'Cause you are a fucking homo," Thomas said. "But you got such pretty eyes." "Shut up, bitch," John laughed and punched his friend. Thomas watched his girlfriend walk down the hall and had to adjust his growing erection. As if she could sense him, she looked over her shoulder at him and smiled widely. With a little wave of her small hand, she went into her World Government class. "You're one lucky mother fucker," John said and punched Thomas again, and ran away before Thomas could punch him back. John Farmer pulled himself out from under the car and ran to answer the telephone. "George's Garage," he said, breathlessly. "Hello, this is Kenneth Prejean," the resonant voice intoned on the other end. John frowned. There were no Prejeans on his list of clients; there was just seven at present, none of them Prejeans. "Yes sir?" he asked. "I am, I was Mr. Farmer's attorney," Kenneth went on. "Oh, okay," John said and waited. "And may I ask whom I am speaking with?" Kenneth went on. "John, John Farmer, George's brother," John said. "Hey, um, this to take long? I was right in the middle of..." "Again, my condolences on your loss," Mr. Prejean said in a flat tone of voice. John shook his head; if that was this guy's idea of condolences, he had a lot to work on. "But there is the matter of the executing of Mr. Farmer's estate," Mr. Prejean said. "Oh, well, I uh I was just going to run the garage, you know, like before," John said. "Admirable," Mr. Prejean said dryly. "But that decision would be for the beneficiary of Mr. Farmer's estate." "And who's that?" John asked. "I am not at liberty to discuss that, but I would appreciate if you would make arrangements to be at my office Monday afternoon, four pm; the thirteenth, will that be acceptable?" Mr. Prejean said. It wasn't a question. "Fine, fine," John said, suddenly very tired. Leah knew Kenneth Prejean; he'd been retained several times to represent Young Insurance in legal proceedings. She did not like the arrogant, pretentious, superficial man. In her eyes, he was the manifestation of all lawyer jokes. She agreed that she would be there at four o'clock on Monday afternoon and would have Mary Angel Farmer present as well. She was not in a good mood when her phone rang again. "Momma?" Mary's voice came through. "Hi," Leah smiled; anger forgotten. She listened, eyebrows raised. "Well, I'd like to meet this Britney and meet her parents," Leah said. "Okay," Mary agreed. She walked out to the oak tree; Thomas was already there, as was John and Britney and Oscar. Recently, since they were sitting out there, and since from time to time there would be two or three others joining them, Thomas grabbed two benches that had been stuck behind the gymnasium. "Move over, pussy," Thomas told John. "What?" John teased. "Afraid I'll tell your girlfriend you're my bitch?" "Yeah, like she'd believe you," Thomas said. "I need to feed my Thomas wolf," Mary thought, blushing hotly. Britney sat, legs slightly parted and Mary could see the pretty pink satin material of Britney's panties. "Seems my Britney wolf is being fed constantly," she blushed. "my momma says she has to meet you and she wants to talk with your mom and dad," Mary smiled to Britney. More of Britney's wolf was fed as Britney squealed happily and kissed Mary, squarely on her mouth. ---- John found it hard to concentrate on his work; whom had George left his estate to? Hopefully not Lilly. She was dead but her family might stir up a bit of trouble; they had wanted to look around upstairs at George's apartment, to see if their beloved daughter had left any personal items up there. John had to stop the father from helping himself to George's whiskey. He didn't want it, but there was a principle here. "That's not Lilly's," John had said. "Your daughter wasn't old enough to buy alcohol." "Oh, oh, yeah," the man stammered. "Okay, y'all looked around enough," John said. "I find anything, I'll mail it to y'all." "How we know we can trust you?" Lilly's mother had asked through narrowed slits. "Same way I know I can trust y'all," John had responded, no smile on his lips. Mumbling and muttering, the two had lumbered down the stairs. John looked around, saw Mary's old tricycle in the corner and felt fresh tears come to his eyes. George had loved Mary so completely, it was almost as if Mary was his own child. "And now you'll never have any of your own, buddy," John said and blew his nose. ---- She smoked the last of the joints she'd gotten from that trucker. If she'd searched his truck a little more thoroughly, she probably could have found more, but her head hurt too badly. She watched the sun beat down on the large outcropping of rocks. A large diamondback rattler came out from underneath one of the rocks, and Theresa Calmly picked up a large stone and cursed as the hot stone burned her fingers. The snake's tail rattled loudly as Theresa stood and took aim with the large rock. ---- Leah smiled as she backed out of the Wertmullers' driveway. From the doorway, Allison waved good-bye. "I like them," she said aloud. "Me too," Mary said with relief. "Thanks, Mom," Britney said. "For what?" Allison smiled. "Just for being you," Britney said and hugged her mother. "Uh huh," Allison smiled and shut the door. "Just because you smell cookies baking?" "That too," Britney giggled. Chapter 5 Saint Ann's Westbrook Avengers had a daunting defense and a fairly strong offense, but folded in the fourth quarter and the DeGarde Bull Dogs managed to win with a field goal. "Yes, Mary, you goofball!" Britney laughed as she whooped and screamed out the window at other students. "We won!" "Go Bull Dogs!" Mary laughed. "No, no, like this!" Britney said and then screamed at the top of her lungs. "Go Bull Dogs!" "Go Bull Dogs!" Mary screamed and laughed out loud as a few other enthusiastic students screamed it back at her. Allison shook her head as the twins burst into the house, still squealing and chattering excitedly, Mary right behind them, also chattering excitedly. "I take it we won?" she asked and pointed to the table. "Oh boy!" Britney and Tiffany whooped as Allison brought the three of them homemade ice-cream sandwiches. "This almost looks too good to eat," Mary said. "Thank you, Sweetheart," Allison laughed. "It's not," Tiffany said through a mouthful of the cookie. "You can eat it." "My mom's the best cook," Britney said proudly. "Do you say 'Grace?'" Mary asked her. "For a snack?" Tiffany asked. "It is a food, and it should be blessed," Mary said, wondering if she was in the wrong house. Suppose these people didn't believe in God? If that were the case, she would have to politely, but firmly decline their food and their hospitality and call her mother to come get her. "I think that is an excellent idea," Allison said and took Mary's left hand in her right one and tiffany's right hand in her left one. "Girls." Tiffany and Britney joined hands and Britney grabbed Mary's other hand. "Well, go ahead; you're the guest," Allison encouraged. Mary kept it short; the ice cream was starting to melt. Afterward, they barreled up the stairs. "You normally shower in the morning or at night?" Britney asked. "I bathe in the evening," Mary said s she put her duffel bag on the vanity seat in Britney's room. She looked around at Britney's room. It was a large room with a large bed, a chest of drawers and a low dresser and a computer desk. Next to the closet was a small vanity with lighted mirror. "Come on," Britney said and grabbed Mary's hand and dragged her into her bathroom. "Oh my stars!" Mary gasped. Britney's bathroom was as large as Mary's bedroom. "I prefer to take a shower; quicker," Britney said and stripped out of her cheerleader uniform. Mary turned her back and pulled her long dress off, then her full slip. She unhooked her bra, then shimmed out of her full cotton briefs. "God, aren't you hot in all that?" Britney asked as she adjusted the taps for the two showerheads. "Sometimes yes, it is a bit unpleasant," Mary confessed. She couldn't help but look. Britney's breasts were full and round with small sag. The nipples were a pale pink, about the size of quarters. Her abdomen was flat, with the smallest of a belly button. Her hips were full, lush, and the fuzz between her legs was only slightly darker than the white-blonde hair on her head. Britney looked at Mary's body as well, noticing the cone-shaped B cup breasts and their small brown nipples, made hard by the air-conditioning and by Mary's excitement. Her belly was slightly concave but flared out nicely into her hips. When Mary turned to see where the soap was, Britney looked at Mary's cute little butt. Then when Mary turned back around, Britney noticed that Mary's pubic mound was bald. "Oh, you shave it?" Britney asked. "I kind of thought about doing that, but I just don't know." "Itches," Mary admitted. :I got to shave it every two or three days or I'll be scratching it raw." "Then why'd you do it?" Britney asked and lathered up her hair. "Saw Amber had shaved hers, thought it looked cool, so I did it too," Mary admitted and accepted the offered bottle of shampoo. Mary liked the way Britney's shampoo smelled; not at all like the economy shampoo the Farmers' used. Britney's soap, too was a perfumed soap and Mary smelled her arm and hands several times. Britney daughter her doing that and laughed. "Yeah, Mom gives me a hard time for liking this stuff, but I can't help it! I like the way it smells!" Britney said. "That must be why you always smell so nice," Mary said as she leaned back to rinse her hair out. "Easier way to do that," Britney said and reached up and pulled the showerhead from its holder. "Oh my goodness!" Mary laughed. "What will they think of next?" "And watch," Britney whispered and playfully played the spray over Mary's pubic mound. Mary's eyes opened wide in disbelief. "I'm sorry," Britney quickly said, thinking she might have offended Mary. "I shouldn't have done that." "Oh!" Mary finally shuddered and held out her hand for the nozzle. Britney squealed with laughter as Mary aimed the spray at Britney's tuft of pubic hair. She grabbed her own showerhead and sprayed Mary back. She adjusted the spray to pulsing massage and Mary had to bite down the scream as the spray hit her very sensitive, very overheated slit. Mary coward into the corner as Britney advanced on her, spraying at Mary's breasts and pussy with the hard-hitting spray. "Got you," she laughed and pinned Mary to the corner. Mary!" she screamed with laughter as Mary forcefully pushed her own showerhead directly on Britney's slit. Squealing and laughing, they finished the shower and got out. Mary reveled in the large fluffy towels that Britney handed her. Britney looked at Mary's nightgown and wrinkled her nose. It was Mary's customary flannel nightgown, which went from throat to ankle. "God, you're not hot in that thing?" Britney asked. "I'm burning up just looking at you!" "It's fine," Mary smiled. "Let's dry that hair of yours," Britney suggested and grabbed her blow dryer. Mary loved the feeling of Britney's long legs wrapped around her as they both sat on Britney's bed. Britney rolled her brush through Mary's long hair and played the hot air of the dryer back and forth over the hair. "Wow, that did it in no time," Mary said. "There, all done," Britney said and turned off the dryer and kissed Mary on her cheek. "Thank you," Mary said and looked over her shoulder at Britney. "You're welcome,"Britney smiled and kissed Mary on her lips. Mary didn't know what possessed her to do it. Maybe it was the closeness of their bodies, maybe it was the fact that Britney was still nude, maybe it was the smile on Britney's lips. When Britney pressed her lips to Mary's, Mary opened her mouth slightly. Britney dropped the hair dryer and hairbrush onto the bed and encircled the smaller girl in a tight hug. She pressed her tongue into Mary's open mouth and groaned as Mary sucked on her tongue. Mary's small hand traced up and down Britney's wet slit and Britney squealed into Mary's mouth. Mary twisted more in Britney's embrace and pushed the girl onto her back. She did not intend to do anything more than kiss and touch the other girl, did not intend to put her mouth on Britney's vagina, but then had the thought pop into her head. "One inch or a million miles, Hell is still Hell." Britney was surprised at Mary's aggressive behavior, but submitted to Mary's wishes. She groaned as Mary took a nipple into her mouth and sucked on it. She stifled a squeal as Mary playfully bit down on the rubbery flesh. Mary slithered down, alternating between little kisses and licks and playful little nips at Britney's flesh. "Oh my God!" Britney screamed into her pillow as Mary's hot sucking mouth descended on Britney's slit and Mary's tongue coaxed Britney's clitoris out. "Was that, was I good?" Mary asked as Britney hugged her tightly. "That was great," Britney giggled and kissed Mary hotly. "I've never done anything like that before," Mary confessed and Britney smiled. "Me either," Britney said. "Think you might want to put some clothes on, Jezebel?" Mary teased, but did not cease her light strokes of ritney's breasts or pubic hair. "What'd you call me?" Britney laughed as she reached for her camisole top. "Jezebel, a woman who tempted kings and common men alike to sin," Mary laughed and kissed Britney happily. "How did I tempt you?" Britney asked as she shimmied into her matching thong panties. "By being so beautiful," Mary confessed and again kissed Britney. "You, you're beautiful," Britney said and kissed Mary softly. They lay in each other's arms quietly for a long time. "Can I ask you something?" Mary asked suddenly. "Sure," Britney mumbled. She'd almost been asleep when Mary suddenly started talking. "You, um, you ever done it, you know, anal sex?" Mary whispered. "No!" Britney exclaimed. "Oh," Mary said, disappointed. "I mean, wouldn't that hurt?" Britney whispered. "I don't know," Mary admitted. "I suppose it should, I mean, that's a very small opening." "Let's see," Britney said and scrambled out of the bed. She turned her computer on, then grabbed the vanity chair and put it next to the computer chair. She patted it and Mary got out of bed and sat down on the vanity seat. Oddball Ch. 04 "Oh wow, you have your own computer!" Mary said as she put her glasses on. Britney looked at Mary to see if Mary was kidding, then shrugged her shoulders. Britney typed rapidly and Mary looked on in rapt attention as the Internet flashed to life. "Okay, Daddy's got this stupid 'Net Nanny' thing, but he doesn't know I know the password," Britney whispered and typed in a web site address. "Anal, huh?" Britney asked and clicked on a link. Mary gasped, then laughed aloud as several thumbnails of various scenes of people engaging in anal sex popped up. "No thanks!" Britney exclaimed as she clicked on the first thumbnail and the image, an anorexic looking blonde grimacing as a large black cock plunged into her rectum, went to full screen. "That does look somewhat painful," Mary agreed. The next one showed another blonde, this one with quite large breasts, happily sucking on one large cock while another cock blunted her bowels. "Mm, I don't know," Britney said and clicked on the 'X' to get it off of the screen. The third one sowed a petite girl lying on her back while a very large cock entered her anus. The look on her face was that of sheer bliss. Britney clicked on the 'projector' icon and Mary gasped as the short movie began to play. Both girls watched intently as the cock slid in and out of the girl's bowels, then pulled out and sprayed an unbelievable amount of semen onto the girl's face and small breasts. Britney quickly found another petite brunette that was on her knees, shoulders pressed to the dirty mattress, her small hands pulling her buttocks apart for a large cock. The movie was very similar; the cock battering her anal cavity, then pulling out and spraying a large amount of semen onto the girl's buttocks and pussy. "I do believe that answers my question," Mary said quietly. "What question?" Britney asked. "How exactly one goes about having anal sex," Mary admitted and blushed hotly. "Oh," Britney said, then burst out laughing. "Well, if I ever have any questions," she giggled to Mary. "I know where to go from now on!" Mary smiled and smiled wider when Britney kissed her. "Jezebel," Mary said and opened her mouth for Britney's tongue. ---- John lay in the bed while Leah pleasured him with her tongue. Twice, he'd tried to grab her, to pleasure her as well and twice she evaded his grasp. "No, Baby," she whispered to him. "This is for you." He stiffened as she dragged a fingernail along his scrotum and along the length of his cock that was not in her hot sucking mouth. "Oh, Sweetheart, I'm going to..." he warmed and she quickly began stroking his cock into her mouth. ---- James smiled as Barbara Chastaine, his mistress, brought him another beer. The forty eight year old smiled up at him from her wheelchair as he lovingly stroked her face with his hand. "I ever tell you I love you?" he drunkenly slurred. "No, never," she teased. "No!" he said in mock surprise. "Nope," she said and shook her head. "All I ever hear out of you is 'you got a fat ass,' or 'who taught you how to suck cock? K.D. Lang?' or 'A skunk die in your twat or you just don't know how to wash it?'" "I do not say that!" he laughed. "Yes, Teddy Bear," she smiled and popped open a can of beer for herself. "You tell me you love me all the time." "Fucking wish you'd get some bourbon," he groused. "No," she said forcefully. "Bourbon gets you in a foul mood and makes me sick." "Yeah, but beer makes me piss a lot," he complained. "SO? Hissing's good for you, cleans out your system," she said. Chapter 6 Allison smiled as the three girls chattered and laughed at the breakfast table. Even Tiffany, who was normally quite stuck-up, self-involved, was letting her façade down a little. After breakfast, Mary very politely thanked Mrs. Wertmuller for her hospitality and Britney pulled the small girl out to the twins' car. What an oddball," Tiffany told her father. "You believe, she even says 'Grace' when it's just an ice cream sandwich!" "And there's not a thing wrong with that," Allison said. "Oddball or not," Charlie commented. "I noticed you were right in there with her and your sister, laughing and screaming and carrying on." "So, you going to let Tank do you, up the butt?" Britney asked as she drove toward Mary's home. Mary looked at her for a long moment, blushing hotly, then nodded her head yes. "I do not want to lose my virginity, my maidenhead; that is for my husband," Mary said in a whisper. "But I do want to please Thomas and I do want to feel him inside of me, feel the pain of giving myself to him." "Well, um, yeah, it'll probably hurt," Britney agreed. They pulled up to Mary's house. "You have to call me and tell me all about it," Britney urged and kissed the girl quickly. Mary got out of the car, dragging her heavy duffel bag. She opened the front door of her home and waved good-bye to her friend. ---- Thomas looked at the clock. Ten o'clock. Mary should be home soon, if she wasn't already home. He'd call her at lunch, see if she would like to go out for Italian; there was a new restaurant that Jim had told him about. The morning was already quite hot as he carried the lumber up the rickety makeshift stairs to the second floor of the spec house Clark International was building. Keith Blanchard smiled; the kid carried more boards on one trip than most guys could carry in five trips, but even though the kid was a workhorse, he didn't show off, or try to throw his strength around. As soon as the kid graduated from high school, Keith planned on making him a project supervisor. His brother, Jim Kowalski was already the project supervisor, and there was no better sheetrock hanger in DeGarde. He was quick, efficient, and took pride in his work. But he was also quick to correct any mistakes and didn't argue or try to pass the blame to someone else. "You two Polacks think y'all can handle it by yourselves for about fifteen, twenty minutes?" Keith smiled. "Sure," Jim agreed. "I mean, ever since you showed me how the nails that ain't facing the right way are for the other wall, I should be fine." "Uh huh," Thomas said. "Now, if we was building us a three story building, I might have a little trouble, but as long as I remember, one is down, two is up, we'll be fine." "One is down, two is up," Keith repeated. "Damn, I better write that down." "Smart ass," Jim laughed and Keith hurried down the stairs. He looked at his brother. "You do realize he's going to be gone for the rest of the day?" Jim said. "Hey as long as he's back in time to pay us," Thomas shrugged his shoulders. "So, tell me about Melissa." "Ain't much to tell," Jim shrugged. "Works at the drugstore part time while she's in school, studying to be a teacher." "Come on," Thomas laughed. "Pretty? Or pretty ugly?" Jim looked up from the caulk line he was applying. "'Bout as big around as a toothpick, long stringy hair, flat as a board, front and back," Jim admitted. "Oh," was all Thomas said. He had dated Grace Breaux when it was obvious to him that Grace was not that attractive and was mean-spirited to boot. Mary, little Mary would not fit into most people's definition of beautiful, but in his eyes, she was gorgeous. "Yeah," Jim said. But you know what, dude? "She's got this way of talking to me, makes me feel like I'm special, you know?" "'Cause you are special," Thomas said and went to the rickety staircase. "Special Ed, Special Olympics, dude, you're just fucking special." "Fuck you, homo," Jim said and grabbed the roll of masking tape. "Dude, I'm just fucking with you," Thomas' voice floated up. "She makes you feel special, good for you." ---- John cleaned up, then closed the garage down for lunch. The 'Brown-Braggers Meeting' would have already started by the time he managed to get down to the Methodist church where they met, but as his sponsor said, "Half a meeting is better than no meeting at all." He groaned good-naturedly; Claire was chairing the meeting. She liked to wait until people had a mouthful of their lunch, then she'd call on them to share. "Hi John," she smiled as he opened his lunch bag. "Topic's Fear, in case you're wondering." "Thanks, I was afraid of that," he smiled. "Ha ha," she smirked. "Care to share a little on that?" ---- Theresa Kowalski took James' trousers out of the laundry hamper and prepared to put them into the washing machine. His pocket crinkled and she put her hand into the pocket and pulled out not one, but two condom wrappers. She'd had a hysterectomy seven years ago; condoms were unnecessary. ---- Oscar Coutre was a new man. He smiled widely; a beautiful girl had just called him and asked him out. Britney Wertmuller had just called him and asked him if he'd like to go to Manny's in Bender for some authentic Mexican food. "Gee," he said. "Let me check my calendar, ,might be busy, you know?" "Yes or no, butt hole," she laughed. "Yes, yes, Britney," he laughed. "What time you want me to pick you up?" "Britney Wertmuller?" Cecil asked. "That little girl you'd been drooling over for the last twenty years?" "Yeah," Oscar smiled. "Britney Wertmuller." "See?" Cecil shrugged. "If you'd never asked her out, you'd be stuck at home with me." Chapter 7 Theresa giggled; the peyote had killed that constant headache, finally. The visions she had were that of love, of happiness. She stared into the dying embers of the fire she'd built to keep herself warm. She didn't know why she'd built the fire; she didn't need it. The feelings she had inside were all the warmth she needed. The embers crackled and shifted. Lilly crawled out from the embers and stared at Theresa, blood gushing from her chest. "You killed me, she cried out. Theresa screamed in horror as Lilly advanced on her. ---- Oscar and Britney had to agree; Manny's in Bender had the best Mexican food they'd ever eaten. "And the spiciest!" Britney gasped and fanned at her sweating face. The waitress laughed a knowing laugh as she poured more water for the two teenagers. "Try it with the sour cream," she suggested. "Cuts the pepper, you know?" "Oh, wow," Britney laughed as she did try the sour cream. "Better?" Oscar smiled. "Much better," Britney smiled. He protested slightly when she paid the bill, but as she reminded him, she'd been the one to call him and ask him out. "Know where Huvall's Levee is?" she quietly asked. "Yeah, I mean, everybody does," Oscar said. "Would you, you want to go there?" she asked him. He pulled up; there were already a few other cars out there. She looked around. This was where it had happened. This was where Jack had brutally attacked her and then raped her. A tear slid down her cheek as she thought back to that fateful night. She looked over in surprise as Oscar started the car and began to pull out. "Let me take you away from here," he quietly said. Outside of her house, she put her arms around his shoulders and kissed him softly. "You do," she said, looking into his light brown, almost golden eyes. "You do take me away." She put her lips to his again, then opened her mouth. She groaned; his hunger was tangible. She could feel it in his hands, his lips, and his tongue. There was something pressing against her upper thigh and she could guess what that was. "You do take me away," she repeated, then kissed him again and let go of him. "Good night; she quietly said as she unlocked her door. "Good night," he squeaked and she smiled softly as he tripped over his own two feet as he turned to leave. ---- The Reverend Smith was bellowing and thundering as he railed against the evils of sin, the evils that waited just outside the door of their church, waiting for His Believers, waiting to mislead them. Mary wasn't listening. Her rectum burned and throbbed deliciously. Saturday night, she had knelt on the bench seat of Thomas' truck and spread her buttocks for him. It did take some convincing, but finally he agreed to have anal sex with her. He took the offered bottle of skin lotion from her and began to apply the lotion to her anus. "Baby, it's going to hurt," he warned. "I would expect so," she grunted as two of his thick fingers thrust in and out of her rectum. It did. It hurt tremendously as the bulbous head of his manhood reseed against her clenched anus. She screamed out as it gained entry and drummed her small fists on the seat. "Let me stop," he begged. "No!" she cried out as another orgasm welled up in her. "Please don't. It feels too good!" Thomas gritted his teeth and looked out the truck window, looked at the wooded area surrounding them on the dirt road, looked at the statue of the Virgin Mary, looked anywhere but down at the sight of his large cock spearing Mary's tiny little anus. "Oh, oh, oh my goodness," Mary grunted as yet another orgasm flooded her consciousness. She screamed out loud as she felt his white-hot semen flood into her bowels. He was afraid he'd done some terrible harm to her; she lay motionless underneath him. :If I had known it felt that good," she whispered. Thomas felt slightly sickened at the sight of his soiled cock; her feces and a thin sheen of her blood adorned his shrinking manhood. She had wadded up a tissue and gingerly inserted it into her rectum, to keep the semen from staining her undergarments. He looked into her beautiful blue eyes as she lovingly cleaned his cock with another tissue, then wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Well, anal sex is certainly a dirty thing, isn't it?" she asked and tossed the tissue out of the window. He had to laugh; most people would agree that anal sex was dirty. "Oh, she groaned as she sat down on the seat. "I swear, it feels like you are still inside of me!" "I would run!" Reverend Smith screamed. "If I could see Sin, if I could see Satan, I'd run!" To demonstrate, he jogged in place, as if running for his life. "But Sin wears many disguises!" Reverend Smith screamed. "It doesn't even have the decency to show its face! It looks like Love! IT looks like happiness! It looks like righteousness!" "Does it look like Pleasure?" Mary wondered. ---- Theresa Kowalski felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest. But, she resolved that she would see this through. She had put up with so much verbal abuse, emotional abuse, and even from time to time, physical abuse. She'd put up with it because she'd convinced herself that he loved her, loved her two boys. But infidelity was something she was completely unwilling to tolerate. "Hey where's the beer?" James bellowed. "Didn't buy any," Theresa said as calmly as she could. And someone drank all the bourbon?" James thundered. "Poured it out," Theresa said, again feigning a calmness she certainly did not feel. "What?" James screamed as he came into the living room, and came toward her. "Yes, I wanted you to be perfectly sober when I tell you to pack your stuff; you're leaving," Theresa said. "The fuck I am," he snorted and reached out a hand to backhand her. A jolting pain drove him backward and he sat down on the floor with a heavy thud. He had not even seen Thomas enter the room. "I found these in your pants pockets," Theresa said and showed him the condom wrappers. "What?" James snarled as he looked up at Thomas. "You think you're man enough to take on your old man, huh?" "Or die trying," Thomas said. "You're smart, you'll stay down there and listen to what Mom has to say." "You think you're man enough, huh?" James yelled and got to his feet. "Huh? You think you're a big man now?" "James, shut up," Theresa said. "Don't you fucking tell me what..." James said and sat back down with a heavy thud. "Next one's going to be in your face," Thomas warned. "Really, James," Theresa sighed. "Don't make him hurt you." "Hurt me?" James laughed. "That little puissant can't..." He came to with Theresa holding an ice pack to his left eye. Officers Brantley and Chastaine (Barber's brother) stood by. "Kowalski," Chastaine nodded. "Need to get your stuff and leave the property; you've been asked to leave." "What?" he thundered. "What is this?" "Got a call, domestic disturbance," Brantley said. "Yeah, God damned right there's a disturbance," James said. "Little mother fucker hits me and..." "You were threatening to hit him," Theresa said. "He warned you, you ignored him, and he protected himself." "You going to stand there and listen to this shit?" James yelled. The two police officers looked at him, stone-faced. "I don't fucking believe this," James swore. "Get your things together," Kowalski," Brantley said. "Don't make us do it for you." "But where in the fuck am I supposed to go?" James whined. "You might try your little whore," Theresa suggested. "You better hope she's willing to take you in, 'cause I sure ain't." He muttered to himself as he went down the hall to the bedroom he and Theresa shared. Obviously, she'd been prepared; the old suitcases were already on the bed, ready. "Thank you," Theresa said to the two police officers. "Our job, ma'am," Officer Brantley said. The End of 'Oddball 04.'M. Oddball Ch. 05 *Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 James Kowalski sat at the desk and seethed. Because of that stupid bitch wife of his calling the fucking cops out to their home, he was on 'Desk Duty' until the fucking investigation was over. And he still couldn't believe that son of his, hitting him. He could see that he'd have to teach that boy a little thing or two about respect. He looked at his uniform sleeve; there was a spot on it. Barbara Chastaine was a horrible homemaker. Her cooking was horrible; the woman couldn't cook anything that didn't come out of a can, and her cleaning skills left a lot to be desired too. Thank God she liked to suck cock. That she was good at. Two officers walked by, smirking. James gritted his teeth. How many times had he walked by when one of his fellow officers had been busted down to desk duty, smirking? Or if the guy was low enough on the totem pole, making snide comments? Well, it weren't too damned nice, being on the other side of that smirk. He smirked himself; Dennis, his partner, had been shackled with that new recruit, Eric 'Erica' Miller. It was a well-known fact that the kid was a fag. He wondered how Dennis was going to like being in a vehicle for eight to ten hours with a fruit loop. Charles Villeaux, his supervisor, strolled by and James fought the urge to give the smug bastard the finger. ---- Mary smiled as she heard Thomas' truck pull up in front of the house. Dutifully, she kissed her mother and father good-bye and raced out of the house. 'The Hating Tree' blared out of the speakers and she smiled; it was her second favorite song. 'Shadow Girl' was her most favorite, but Thomas liked autumn's first cd more. "Hi Baby," he smiled as she hoisted herself up onto the bench seat. "I love when you call me that," she smiled and got onto her knees, putting her small face level with his. They shared a quick kiss, and then he put the truck into drive. "Oh, I'm not going to be able to ride home with you today," she suddenly remembered. "We got to go to this lawyer's office right after school." "Lawyer's office?" Thomas asked. "Suing me?" "Yes," Mary teased back. "You don't kiss me enough, or tell me you love me enough, so you're getting it, buddy." He pulled the truck to a stop and grabbed the giggling girl and pulled her over to him. "I love you," he declared, and then kissed her repeatedly. "There, How's that?" he said and released her. "Ah, it'll do, I guess," she said, feigning resignation. "Shut up," he laughed and put the truck into drive again. "So, why you going to a lawyer's office?" Mary looked at the floor of the truck, not trusting her voice. Finally she looked up. "My uncle, he had a will and we're going to the reading of it," she said. She took off her oversized glasses and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her dress. "Why, Thomas?" she sobbed, not expecting an answer. "Why did he have to die?" "I don't know, Baby," he said. "If I had the answers, I'd give it to you, but I just don't know." "I mean, I should be happy for him; I know he's in Heaven," Mary sobbed. "Reverend Smith says he's not, because he wasn't born again of the Holy Spirit but I refuse to believe that a loving and merciful God that loved us so much that He would send His only begotten son to die for our sins would not welcome my uncle into His Kingdom." "I'm sure he's in Heaven, Baby," Thomas said and pulled into the school parking lot. ---- Barbara Chastaine was nervous. She had never in her life imagined herself as being 'the other woman.' She opened the car door and pulled the wheelchair out from behind her seat and locked it open. "Can I give you a hand?" Theresa Kowalski asked. "I mean, if you're at the wrong address, I'd hate for you to go through all that, just to have to get back in your car again. "You're Theresa, right? Theresa Kowalski?" Barbara asked, her heart in her throat. "Yes," Theresa answered, a little puzzled. "I'm her," Barbara admitted, ashamed, unable to look at the woman. "I'm the one's been, you know, with um, with James." She slid into the seat and locked the armrest up. "You have got to be kidding me," Theresa said. James was so intolerant of any sign of weakness. Any sign of inferiority was crammed down the other person's throat until they just gave up. "Look, I don't blame you if you don't want to talk to me," Barbara was mumbling. "Come on in," Theresa decided. "I'll make us a pot of coffee." Less than an hour later, Theresa was laughing heartily. Barbara looked very unhappy, almost a little angry. "No, no, Honey," Theresa, laughed. "You wanted him, you got him! Enjoy!" "Look," Barbara admitted. "It was all fine and dandy when we was just fucking around; we'd fuck, have a few beers, then he'd go home and that was that." "A lot different when he's in your face the whole damned time, huh?" Theresa smiled. "Yeah!" Barbara agreed. "Damn! All he does is complain! I don't cook right, I don't clean right, lately I don't do nothing right!" "Honey, welcome to my world," Theresa sympathized. "I don't do anything right either." "Really?" Barbara groused. "Should hear him. 'Theresa didn't cook no soup out the fucking can!' and 'Theresa never let a button get loose.' And I'm telling him, 'Damn, she's so fucking perfect, what you doing here?'" "Honey, you made your bed," Theresa smiled and sipped her coffee. "Yeah, well I thought I was in love with him," Barbara admitted. "Now, I don't even LIKE the mother fucker." ---- John found it very hard to concentrate. In just a few hours, he'd find out if he even had a job any longer. "Trust God," his wife told him. "Trust God," his sponsor told him. "You know what?" John said, looking up at the ceiling. "You've been doing a pretty damned good job so far, take it. Take all of it." He felt an odd sense of calm come over him, a feeling of comfort. Job or no job, he'd be all right. He got busy on the unmarked police car that Charlie Villeaux had brought in. The outside of the car looked like it had been in a few fender benders a few scrape here and there. The engine, however, was an impressive piece of machinery. It was designed to outrun most stock automobiles. John loved when Charlie brought his vehicles in for maintenance. His fingers began to do their work and he suddenly smiled and looked back up at the ceiling. "You're right," he said. "It will be all right." ---- Britney smiled her dazzling smile as Mary came out to the oak tree to eat her lunch and playfully flashed her panties at her girlfriend. Mary was shocked at first, then laughed out loud and sat down next to Britney. "Jezebel," Mary said. "Hi," Britney laughed and kissed Mary quickly. "Hi," Mary repeated and dug into her lunch bag for her sandwich. "You're going to see Prejean, huh?" Britney asked. "Yeah, you know him?" Mary asked. "Yeah, he goes to our church, he's an ass hole," Britney said. "Britney!" Mary exclaimed, shocked. "Well, he is!" Britney defended. "What makes you say that?" Mary asked, curious. She scooted closer to Britney to give Thomas room to sit down. John Ridgelow made Mary laugh as he quickly sat down next to her, preventing Thomas from sitting next to her. He laughed and got up and sat next to Britney. "Okay, he's married, right?" Britney said. "But you know, after Mass, he's all staring at your boobs, and checking out your ass, and his wife's standing right there, and he's always wanting to hug you, trying to cop a feel." Britney shudder at the thought of it. "Hey, I'd try copping a feel if I could," John Ridgelow admitted. "Yeah, well it's a little different," Britney, said to him. "You're not like a hundred years old and stuff." "Oh?" John smirked. "So I can cop a feel?" "And I'll knock you out," Britney threatened, fist balled up. "Can I cop a feel?" Thomas whispered in Mary's ear and she laughed and shook her head no. "Not out here," she giggled. Her boyfriend was on one side; her girlfriend was on the other side. Mary felt very lucky indeed. "How about him?" John asked Britney, pointing to Oscar as Oscar stumbled across the field toward them. "He gets to cop a feel?" "Anytime, anywhere," Britney agreed. "I hate you," John said. "Yeah, whatever," Britney laughed and nudged John to scoot over. ---- Theresa drove into Los Angeles at the tail end of the morning rush hour. She drove in silence; the poor reception in the car's radio just made her headache worse. She drove cautiously; even though she was from Los Angeles, she did not feel comfortable. Chapter 2 Kenneth Prejean made the family sit and wait. As far as he was concerned, they could sit and wait. They certainly did live up to their name, Farmer. The father looked uncomfortable in his ill-fitting suit, and the mother looked as though she'd never heard of make-up. Even the daughter looked like an old hag in her long dress. Finally, he felt that he had bordered on rudeness long enough and buzzed his receptionist to bring them in. For several long moments he waxed poetic about Mr. George Farmer, a good client and a good man. Finally, John interrupted him. "Um, hey, Mr. Prejean, you might not have anything else to do, but I had to close the garage early, my wife had to leave work early, and had to run down to school to get Mary so we could be here for four o'clock as agreed upon. Then you make us sit and wait for forty-five minutes for no good reason, and now you just want to run your mouth? Why don't you just read the will so we can go?" John finally said. Mary was agreeing with Britney's evaluation of Kenneth Prejean; the man was an a** hole. Leah was mighty proud of her man. Kenneth felt the color rise in his cheeks. He did, however, get the file out of his desk drawer and open it. "I, George Allen Farmer..." Kenneth began. ---- James looked at the few suitcases by the door, and then looked at Barbara. "What the fuck's all this shit?" he bellowed. "Your shit," Barbara said, summoning up her courage. "I've had enough, James. I don't cook right, I don't clean right, well, mother fucker, go find you a woman that does." "Well, good luck in finding yourself a man, bitch," he sneered. "Fuck, after you, what I want with a man?" she sneered back. "God, just give me some fucking peace and quiet." Grumbling and muttering threats and curses, James Kowalski left his lover's apartment. He checked into the DeGarde Rest Inn. He wanted to hit the obviously homosexual clerk when the kid asked him if he was staying an hour or all night, or they did rent rooms by the week. He was about to snap that he was only going to be there for one night when it hit him. He had nowhere to go. "And how much is it by the week?" he asked, defeated. ---- Dinner was still a quiet affair at the Kowalski house; years of training aren't undone overnight. At least they could eat without holding their breath, though. Finally, Theresa sat back and sighed. "Well, now, his is nice," she commented. Thomas and Jim looked at her for a long moment. "Yeah, yeah it is," Jim agreed. "Um, hey Mom, I uh, you think I could bring Mary over here one night, you know, for dinner?" Thomas asked. "I'd love that," Theresa agreed. ""And, hey, Jim, why don't you bring your latest boyfriend?" Thomas teased. "'Cause I'm tired of you always trying to steal them, bitch," Jim snapped. "Yeah, whatever," Thomas laughed. "But I was thinking, you bring Mary, I'll bring Melissa," Jim offered. "I think I'd really like that," Theresa agreed. ---- Mary knelt by the side of her bed and begged God His forgiveness. "But it had felt so good to see the shocked look on that arrogant Mr. Prejean's face. "As I assume that the child Mary Farmer is still a minor, she will be needing an executor, so I took the liberty of drawing these provisions up," he'd intoned. "But I am not a minor," Mary corrected him. "And even if I was, I certainly would not let you handle my estate. Not when I have two parents here, and they are much more qualified than you to decide what's in my best interest." "Well, I uh, I," he had stammered, stunned at her forthrightness. "Is there anything else? Anything we need to sign?" Mary went on. "Well, um, uh no, no, we're done here," Mr. Prejean admitted. "Good," Mary said and got down from the uncomfortable chair. "Then good bye." "God I know I should not have taken such pleasure in knocking that man off of his high horse; that is not my place," Mary prayed, but couldn't help but giggle. The man had looked like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing, eyes bugging out. "I would suspect he is not used to people talking to him in such a manner," Mary smiled, and then chided she. "God, why did Uncle George leave me everything?" Mary asked aloud. "Because he loved you," John answered. "I know, but Daddy, EVERYTHING?" Mary asked. -------- "Britney, I swear to God," Allison warned. "Got to go, love you, bye," Britney told Oscar and hung up her cell phone. "Okay, who wants to say the grace tonight?" Allison asked. "Oh, come on, Mom," Tiffany complained. "We don't have to say grace at every meal, do we?" "Yes we do," Allison said. "Your friend is right, it is food, it does nourish our bodies, and it does need to be blessed." They held hands and waited. Finally, Charlie said a quick blessing and they ate. "Can Mary spend the night again on Friday night?" Britney asked. "Fine with me," Allison shrugged her shoulders. "Thank you Mom," Britney smiled. ---- "Oh, my goodness, really?" Mary asked. "Yeah, Thursday night okay?" Thomas asked. "Well, I got to ask my Momma, but I'll let you know, okay?" Mary said and hung up. Leah agreed that Mary could eat dinner at the Kowalskis' house and warned the girl to behave herself. "Mary's phone," John teasingly said as he answered the phone. Britney laughed at that and asked if Mary was home. "Daddy!" Mary laughed, as John let 'her majesty' knows that there was yet another phone call for her. "Well, I got to ask my Momma, Mary said when Britney asked her if she wanted to spend the night on Friday night. "Whatever it is, go ahead," Leah said. "Okay, my Momma said yes," Mary, laughed into the phone. ---- The setting sun reflecting off of the ocean was a beautiful sight indeed. The water looked like liquid gold in the light, the waves capped with silver crests. Theresa sat and looked out at the sun, hoping to burn her eyes, hoping to burn the image of lily permanently out of her mind. Everywhere she looked, Lilly was shadowing her. A group of girls strolled by, dressed in ridiculously revealing bikinis. Blood sporty from her chest, staining her bikini, Lilly looked at Theresa accusingly. She stared intently into the sun. "Hey, want a beer?" a very hairy man, dressed in an ill-fitting pair of swim trunks asked her. "Yeah," Theresa agreed. She did; she was extremely thirsty. Lilly handed her the can, her blood dripping off of her arm onto Theresa's thigh. "Thank you," Theresa said, closing her eyes against the horrifying image. "Hey, hey, anything for a beautiful little red head," the guy smiled, revealing a few vacant spots where his teeth had rotted away. Chapter 3 Theresa Kowalski smiled warmly at the small girl. She also thanked God that James wasn't there. If he'd had a few beers in him, he'd be making rude, suggestive comments, embarrassing the sweet girl. If he'd been in the bourbon, he'd be ugly, hurtful to the dear child. Theresa was surprised when a very nervous Jim brought an equally nervous Melissa to the home. The girl was nothing like the other girls Jim had dared bring home; the girl had absolutely no shape at all. James would have been very quick to point out her lack of breasts, would have been quick to point out her pimples and her large nose. He would not have been too quick to point out her sweet smile, or the loving looks she cast at Jim. He would not have been very quick to point out that Mary did not pay any attention to Theresa's protests that she needed no help in the kitchen. He wouldn't have pointed out the girl's mixing together a batch of biscuits while the stew was simmering. He would have pointed out Mary's 'making that boy a sissy' as she pressed Thomas into duty, making him cut the dough into biscuits. He wouldn't have pointed out that Melissa set the table and poured the ice tea while Mary got the hot biscuits onto a plate. He also would not have pointed out that Mary hugged her, hugged Melissa, hugged Jim and thanked everyone for a wonderful meal. Taking her cue from Mary, Melissa also hugged everyone before Jim took her home. "I um, my family doesn't hug like yours," Melissa admitted to Theresa. "I can't tell you how nice it is to be with y'all. ""We don't hug either," Theresa would have told her. Instead, she hugged the girl again. "Well, Honey, any time you need a hug, come on over," she laughed. "Dude, Mary is gorgeous," Jim told Thomas when he returned from dropping Melissa off. "Dude, you don't get extra credit for stating the obvious," Thomas smiled. "But, you know what? I like Melissa. She's pretty gorgeous too; I like her a lot. She's perfect for you." "They are both very sweet young ladies," Theresa agreed. "Dude, you're not just saying that, huh?" Jim asked. "No, man, I think she's all right," Thomas said. ---- "God, we played like dog shit," Tiffany complained as they piled into the car. "That was terrible!" Britney screamed. "Well, thank goodness that's over," Mary agreed. By the time they reached the Wertmullers' home, they were laughing and chattering again. Allison smiled as the three girls barged into the house. "So?" she asked. "How'd the Bull Dogs do?" "Terrible!" Britney and Tiffany screamed. "Thirty eight to three!" :Ooh, that hurts," Allison winced. "Think maybe a couple of banana splits might make it a little better?" "Maybe," Britney said. "A little," Tiffany agreed. "Banana splits?" Mary asked, breathless with anticipation. "I've never had one of those!" "Well, think you can say the grace while I fix them up?" Allison asked. "Yes ma'am," Mary agreed as she trio scrambled into their seats at the breakfast table. "If we get them every time the Bull Dogs lose," Mary told Allison, face a mess of whipped cream and chocolate syrup, "I hope we lose every gave from now on." "Mary!" Britney screamed and slapped her on her arm. "You like that, huh?" Allison smiled. "Yes ma'am," Mary said. "You should see your face," Britney laughed as she led the way into her bathroom. Mary looked in the large mirror and burst into laughter; her face was a mess. "I love you," Britney admitted and hugged the girl tightly. "Love you too," Mary admitted. The two girls kissed softly, holding each other tightly. "Come on, you're all sticky," Britney said and lovingly took Mary's big glasses off. "Let's get you cleaned up." The two girls got into the large shower and started their showers. Mary closed her eyes and tilted her head up for the hot spray to clean off her face. "There's something I've always wanted to do," Britney whispered in Mary's ear. "What's that?" Mary asked. In answer, Britney pulled Mary down to the tiled floor of the shower and then stood and adjusted the showerheads so they sprayed a gentle, wide spray onto the prostrate girl. "Like making love in the rain," Britney whispered into Mary's ear as she lay down next to her lover. It was bliss, having the warm spray playing over her body while Britney's warm mouth licked and sucked her sensitive nipples. She couldn't help but giggle as Britney's lips tickled her ribs. Oddball Ch. 05 "I'm ticklish," Mary confessed. "Good to know," Britney laughed, then continued her progress down. She hesitated briefly when she reached Mary's bald slit. The two times they'd made love, it had been Mary who brought her to orgasm. Mary had never asked her to return the favor, seemed perfectly content to satisfy Britney. She felt Mary's fingers combing through her wet hair. She looked up into the girl's blue eyes and smiled. Then she looked at the bald slit, pale inner lips peeking out, puffing up with excitement. She gingerly reached out with her tongue and licked up the pale lips, then back down again. All those jokes about it tasting like fish were totally off base. Mary's pussy did not taste of fish at all. It tasted a little of musk, a little of salt. She used her thumbs to pry Mary's pussy lips apartment and delved her tongue into Mary's pussy. "Oh my!" Mary sighed happily. Afterward, she cuddled Mary, letting the gentle spray fall onto them. "Water's getting cold," Mary told her. "Aw!" Britney complained. They toweled off and Britney pulled Mary into the bedroom. "Next to the kissing and hugging," Mary told Britney as she brushed out Mary's long hair, "This is my favorite part." "Mine too," Britney laughed and switched on the powerful hair dryer. At the breakfast table, Charlie watched, almost sadly, as Britney fussed over and cared for Mary. He had two sisters, twins, Abigail had married almost immediately after graduating High School. Currently, she was on husband number three, another drunk, almost twice as old as her. Adelaide, on the other hand, had been with her 'friend,' Angela, since freshman year in college. Addie fussed over and cared for Angela, much the same as Britney was doing over Mary right now. He loved both Abbie and Addie and had never been embarrassed or ashamed of Addie's homosexuality, but had quite often been embarrassed of Abbie's drunken escapades and tirades at family gatherings. It was a little different, though, when it was his own daughter. Allison looked at him questioningly. "Addie," he said quietly and nodded with his head toward Britney. "Um, okay, really?" Allison asked and looked at Britney. Britney was laughing and rolling Mary's sleeves up so Mary could eat the waffles without getting syrup on her dress sleeves. "Maybe," Allison agreed and shrugged her shoulders. Charlie looked at his wife and then shrugged his shoulders. She was right. Better his daughter be happy, like Addie, than constantly trying to find happiness but just finding the same misery over and over likes Abbie. ---- Keith Blanchard smiled as the Kowalski boys got out of Thomas' truck. "Going to be a little hard today," he said as they walked up. "We're renovating a five story building." "Um, them five stories up and down, or side by side?" Thomas asked. "Up and down," Keith laughed and affectionately punched the kid on the shoulder. "Cool; we got the Bank building, huh?" Jim asked. "Yeah, how'd you know?" Keith asked. "Uh, it's the only five story building in DeGarde," Jim smiled. "Wow, for a dumb ass Polack, you ain't all that dumb," Keith said. "Yeah, well my Mom's Cajun," Jim smiled. ---- James looked around the motel room through bleary eyes. Actually, this place wasn't all that bad. There was a large bed; comfortable enough to pass out on, a color television, and for five dollars a movie, there was pornography available. He could watch it without having to hear 'that's disgusting! I swear, I don't see what you men see in that filth!' Last nights movie had been a good one, too. 'Cum Dumpster No. 52.' Just scene after scene of sluts getting a face full of jizz, or on their fat, jiggling asses, or on their shop-worn cunts, or their fake titties. He even had his own bathroom, didn't have to have pantyhose draped over the curtain rod. Didn't have all kinds of tubes and sprays and gels and shit in the fucking way. It was Saturday; he didn't have to go in today, didn't have to put up with the smirking ass holes at the station. He found a can of beer that still had some beer left in it and drank it down. Now, if only this place had a piece of ass lying around, it'd be perfect. ---- "Remember, we're double-dating tonight, okay?" Britney asked excitedly as she dropped Mary off. At her house. "Mexican, right?" Mary asked "Yeah, it's this place out in Bender," Britney said. "And it has got the BEST enchiladas in the world!" "Oh boy!" Mary said, and then leaned close to Britney. "Um, I've told Thomas about us, um, about us being lovers. Does Oscar know?" "Mary!" Britney shrieked, horrified. "Well, I'm sorry, Britney!" Mary protested. "But I cannot be in a relationship if I'm going to have to keep secrets!" After a long moment, Britney nodded her head. "You're right. You're right," she said. "God, he must think I'm the biggest whore in the world!" "No, no he doesn't," Mary assured her. "Thomas thinks I'm pretty lucky to have a friend like you." "Nope," Britney smiled as she pulled up in front of the Farmers' house. "I am. I'm lucky to have a friend that's ticklish." "No!" Mary shrieked as Britney reached out to tickle her. "I love you," Britney said after a moment's tussle. "And I love you too," Mary said, kissed Britney quickly, and got out of the car before Britney could tickle her again. ---- Grace Breaux fidgeted with the ankle monitor; it itched. She also resented that any time she wanted to leave the house, she had to call the DeGarde Police Department desk. The last five days, she'd gotten Tank's dad, Officer Kowalski. "What a fucking ass hole," she muttered. "Acting all big and shit." It was entirely that little oddball's fault. If Holy Mary had just stayed the fuck away from Tank like she'd been told to, Grace wouldn't be in this spot. She'd still be dating Tank, still hanging out with Amber and Peggy and Mindy. "Thank God Fred does home delivery," Grace thought and giggled. That was the other thing; now she had to give random urine tests whenever they wanted. Every time she knew she was going to have to go in, she'd guzzle the shit out of cranberry juice and green tea for two or three days. Of course, they hadn't requested one yet, but she was smart enough to know that sooner or later, they'd hand her the little cup and tell her 'Catch it in the middle.' Before Holy Mary, Grace had been popular, fit in with the right people. Now, she didn't fit in with anyone at North side, and in fact there were a few people that dared make fun of her. ---- ---- Theresa came to, Sammy pumping in and out of her pussy. "What the fuck?" Theresa screamed. "Get off me, cock sucker!" "Aw, fuck no, bitch," Sammy laughed. "You was all hot and shit when we was shooting up, bitch. You don't get to do no 'get off me' shit now." In the neighborhood Sammy lived in, gunshots were not reported. :Aw, nasty ass mother fucker," Theresa complained as she saw all of the roaches scurrying around in the filthy bathroom. There were no clean washcloths and the roaches had eaten much of the soap. "Aw, man," she complained. "How the fuck I'm supposed to clean my pussy?" She found a relatively clean tee shirt in a dresser drawer and used that to swab Sammy's foul semen from her vagina. She found another clean tee shirt and pulled that on. Her panties were actually crusty from the several days she'd been wearing them; she left them on the floor, simply pulled her shorts back on. A thought hit her and she pulled the dresser away from the wall. "Jackpot," she said. Most of the drug pushers she'd known used the same sort of hiding place; as if no one could figure out where to look. Sammy's heroin, a few syringe and a few needles were cached in a hole in the sheet rock. More importantly, though, was the several hundreds of dollars from the sales of heroin and cocaine. "Thanks, ass hole," she said to the body, already covered in roaches. "Been nice knowing you." Chapter 4 Monday morning was a dreary day; a strong wind blew flurries of rain. Mary smiled up at her 'knight in shining armor ' as he stood on her doorstep, umbrella in hand. "Thank you, Thomas," she said and, with a wave to her mother, closed the door behind her. "Can't have my woman getting soaked," Thomas said as he walked her to the truck. She smiled as she could see Miss Hebert, that nosey old biddy, peering out her window at them. "Be nice," she chided herself. "It's sinful to be vain; you have a lover and she's all alone." She looked over at Thomas as he got into the truck. "When it's all rainy like this, I usually eat in the gym," she said. "Damn, Mary, why don't we just eat in the cafeteria?" Thomas asked. "You know what?" Mary asked. "You're right, I, we should." He hit 'play' on the stereo and This Ascension came pouring out. 'I Wish' was another song that Mary loved. She sat, hands folded in her lap. Thomas looked at her and smiled. Few people would ever guess that the girl was such a hungry lover. She certainly didn't look like it. His cock began to swell at the thought of the last time they were together. She'd sucked his cock hungrily, but had utilized Britney's computer to learn a few tings. Her tongue had slobbered all over his cock head before she swallowed him down. She used her small hand to jack his cock into her mouth. He was spraying down her throat in less than fifteen seconds. She didn't stop there, though. She giggled as she fished a condom out of her purse; Britney had gotten it for her. "I read that this is a whole lot cleaner for, you know," she said then whispered the rest. "Anal sex." Her beautifully rounded buttocks bore the white marks of her fingers as she knelt and spread them wide for him. She grunted and groaned and whimpered as he sank inch after inch into her tight sheath. "Oh my goodness," she cried out and let loose a guttural scream then was still. He spurted heavily into the condom, but it was several long moments before her sphincter muscles quit squeezing his cock, and he was finally able to pull out of her. "Oh, God, I don't think I'll ever get tired of that," she blushed and laughed. Yet to look at her, you'd never guess she was such a wanton lover. He drove carefully, the rain was blowing hard. ---- "I don't give a shit," Grace's mother hissed. "Rain or not, you're going to school." She called the desk, got Tanks dad and told him who she was and where she was going. James Kowalski was terse, very nearly ugly to the snotty little bitch; Charles Villeaux had jumped his shit about his slovenly appearance. "Ever hear of laundry mats or dry-cleaners?" he'd asked when James told him he was living at the Rest Inn until his wife took him back. "You're a big boy, Kowalski. Your old lady ain't washing your diapers, take them somewhere." What really hurt was that little fag, Eric Miller, finding that amusing. Grace was seething with anger as she drove to North side High School. Outside, she could see Hillary Clark running to the building. The stuck up bitch had taken one look at Grace and dubbed her 'Big Bird.' Right behind her, Sara Boudreaux and Jackie Benoit ran laughing. They followed Hillary's lead; they too delighted in pointing out her many defects. Grace turned the wheel and slammed the accelerator to the floorboard. Tiffany and Britney ran through the downpour, laughing despite the discomfort. "Oh! You're my hero," Britney enthused when a smiling Oscar greeted her in the corridor, towel in hand. "Where's mine?" Tiffany demanded. "At your house, last time I looked," Oscar said and stuck his tongue out at her. "You're such a geek," she snapped and walked off, grumbling. "Hey, Tiffany," he called out. "Catch." "Thanks," Tiffany smirked as Oscar tossed her a towel he'd had in his backpack. "You're the best," Britney said and kissed him quickly. "Yeah, thanks, Tiffany said an handed him the towel. "Oh, am I still a geek," Oscar asked her. "Well yeah," Tiffany said. "Take a lot more than a towel." "Tiffany, you're such an ass hole sometimes," Britney laughed. "No, it's let up, I can make a run for it," Mary argued. "Fine, fine, let me get your backpack then," Thomas smiled as he brought the truck to a halt. There she was, smile on her round little face. Grace saw that dating Tank hadn't done a thing for Holy Mary's wardrobe; she still dressed like a farmer's wife. Mary ran as best she could in the long dress, her gait little more than a skittering run. Grace floored the car and headed straight for Mary. "Mary!" Thomas screamed as he heard the squealing tires, and then saw the small black car heading right for her. He took off at a dead run, but was no match for Grace's car. Mary did not even have time to turn around when she heard Thomas scream. There was an instant of bright light, then nothing. Tiffany and Britney heard Thomas scream, then heard squealing tires and a car engine's racing. They ran to the glass doors of the corridor and Britney screamed as she saw Mary lying on the asphalt, not moving. Tiffany saw Grace's car speed out of the parking lot and pulled out her cell phone. "DeGarde Police Department," James Kowalski answered the phone. Tiffany screamed into the telephone that they needed help at DeGarde High School; it took James a few seconds to decipher the girl's screaming. "On the way," he told her and quickly dispatched a unit out to the high school. The End of 'Oddball 05.' Oddball Ch. 06 Chapter 1 "Young Insurance," Michelle's bored voice answered. "This is Leah Farmer," Leah answered when Michelle transferred the call. "Give her some room," Cecil ordered as he broke open the vial of smelling salts and waved it under Leah's nose. "George's Garage, This is John," John breathlessly answered the ringing telephone. There was no way around it; he was going to have to hire some help. It was becoming overwhelming. Working on cars, answering the telephone, greeting customers, keeping the books. He had no idea how George had done it. And he managed a sometimes quite hectic social life as well. "Oh, my God no," John moaned into the telephone. ---- The ambulance screamed down I-10, heading toward University Medical Center in Lafayette, Louisiana. Inside, the paramedic worked on stabilizing the girl's vital signs. "Pupils constricted, non-responsive," he said into the data recorder strapped to his upper arm. "Breathing shallow but steady, blood pressure..." ---- The sound of the surf came to Theresa and she actually smiled. In the early dawn, the water was a dark green capped with white foam. A bird called out and she turned to see if she could see the bird in the early morning light. The overwhelming beauty of the beach lifted her spirits and she raised herself off of the sand and looked all around at the pristine beauty. She laughed aloud and walked into the gentle surf. "I wish Lilly was here," she murmured as she delighted in the wonderful warmth of the ocean waters. ---- George's truck raced toward UMC. John drove as carefully as he could, but it was hard not to jam his foot to the floorboard of the powerful vehicle. His daughter, his precious daughter was waiting for them. Leah sobbed and prayed as they barreled down I-10. By the time they pulled into the parking lot of the brown brick building, her sobbing was a keening wail. ---- She felt light, almost floating. She felt happy, an overwhelming happiness enveloped her. The light was dazzling, blinding, but she felt no pain from the blinding light as she looked into it. ----"Flat line, administering adrenaline," Dr. Moorehouse said. ---- Thomas and Britney sat in the noisy front lobby of the hospital and waited. The noise and hubbub around them did not enter their consciousness. "Be right back; got to pee," Britney whispered and walked to the ladies' restroom. Thomas woodenly got to his feet and asked the flustered girl behind the thick pane of glass if there had been any news about Mary Farmer. "What room she in?" the girl asked. "She's not in any room; they brought her in an hour ago. Got hit by a car?" Thomas asked, trying hard not to get upset. "Oh, I don't know," the girl said, scanning the ER database. "Fine, fine," Thomas sighed. "But I'll let you know anything changes," the girl promised. "Uh huh," Thomas said. And walked back to his seat. "Oh, anything?" Britney asked hopefully. "No, not yet," Thomas mumbled and sat down heavily. "Thomas, do you believe in God?" Britney asked. "Yeah, of course I do," Thomas, said. "Let's pray," Britney begged and grabbed his hand in a fierce grip. ---- Grace Breaux smirked as the two police officers showed up in the doorway of her second period class. They scanned the now murmuring students and locked eyes with her. "Bye 'Big Bird,'" she heard Hillary Clark snicker as she coolly got to her feet and walked toward the police officers. She smiled in satisfaction, even though she was sure that her wrist was sprained. Hillary wasn't snickering now as she held a hand to her swelling jaw. "Yeah, whatever," Grace said as one of the police officers read her her rights and the other handcuffed her. Chapter 2 "Baby, I hope you can hear me," Leah tearfully whispered to the small girl that lay in the bed. "We're here, baby," John said and clutched the girl's hand tightly. "And Thomas and Britney are waiting outside; they've been praying and praying for you," Leah told her. "Baby, I hope you can hear me," Thomas said as he looked at her bandaged head. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I didn't see Grace there, I'm so sorry I wasn't fast enough to save you." Oddly enough, Mary looked serene, almost peaceful as she lay in the bed. "I love you so much, I really don't think I can live without you," Britney whispered into Mary's ear. "I know I don't want to." ---- The motel clerk took her money and didn't ask any questions. Theresa took the offered room key and listened to the mumbled instructions on how to find the room she'd rented. It was reasonably clean and nice and dark and cool. More importantly, there were three clean towels and a couple of small bars of soap. She stripped out of her tee shirt and bra and shorts and got into the lukewarm spray. It only took a couple of seconds and the lukewarm spray was suddenly scalding hot. She cursed bitterly; her momentary happiness violently wrested from her by the hot water that threatened to burn her skin. The motel clerk, his pimpled face, loomed in front of her eyes. Theresa blamed him for her discomfort as she hurriedly tried to readjust the taps. ---- She felt so light, almost floating. It was dark all around her, but she was unafraid; there was nothing to fear. Quiet. It was so quiet as she ebbed and flowed. "Baby, I love you," Leah whispered to her daughter. "I know I don't tell you that enough. I know I don't tell you how proud of you I am, but I am. I am very proud of you." She gripped her daughter's hand tightly. Mary felt something in the darkness, warmth a liquid feeling that enveloped her and she smiled happily. ---- "Eat, eat," Allison encouraged her daughter. "Not hungry," Britney mumbled. "Baby, I know you're upset, but you have to eat," Allison encouraged. "Mom, you don't understand!" Britney screamed and slammed the fork down. "I bet I understand a lot better than you think I do," Allison said and hugged her daughter tightly, despite Britney's struggling to get free. "No, no you don't," Britney sobbed. "You two are lovers, aren't you?" Allison whispered in Britney's ear and smiled as she felt her daughter stiffen for a moment, then felt Britney nod her head yes. "Baby, it's okay," Allison said. "It's perfectly normal, perfectly natural. It's nothing to be ashamed of." "I love her so much, Mom," Britney sobbed, comforted by her mother's embraced. "Well I would hope so," Allison said. "She's a beautiful girl and it's obvious that she loves you too." "What am I going to do?" Britney sobbed. "Pray, Baby, that's about all you can do is pray," Allison said. ---- "Good, Mom," Thomas mumbled as he shoveled the food into his mouth. He didn't really taste it, but knew that she would want to hear that he appreciated it. She smiled softly and grabbed his large hand affectionately. He looked up at her. For a moment they sat and stared at each other. Then his tears started to fall. "Why, Mom?" he asked. "Why? Why her?" "Baby, I don't know," she admitted. Melissa sat and watched. Jim had called her at work, told her about Mary's accident and she'd come over right after work. These people were the most wonderful people she'd ever seen. They hugged, they talked, they cried. Her own family was so cold, so distant. There were only two emotions in her house, silent resentment or heated anger. Every now and then bitterness and jealousy made an appearance. No one was ever good enough, nothing was ever good enough. But these people, they accepted each other, they loved each other. Jim had told her that it hadn't always been this way; when his dad lived here, they didn't dare breathe. "But it was always there," she said and touched his chest. "Jimmy, you don't just go from being afraid to be real to being real if it ain't there." She watched her boyfriend be a real man and hug his younger brother as the boy sobbed. Watching him, she knew that she loved him with all of her heart. He was a construction worker; her father would never approve of him. He didn't have a college degree; her mother would look down her nose at him. But he wasn't afraid to cry, wasn't afraid to hug, wasn't ashamed to be happy, afraid, sad. ---- James Kowalski muttered obscenities under his breath as he dumped the clothing into the washing machine. He did curse aloud when he realized he didn't have enough quarters for the machine. "Ola," the bored girl said. "Yeah, I need some quarters, he said and slid the five dollar bill through the tray to her. She slid him four dollars and seventy-five cents in quarters and pointed to the small piece of paper that was taped to the glass pane. He cursed again as he read that buying change cost twenty-five cents for five dollars and fifty cents for ten dollars. Two girls giggled and chattered in Spanish, ignoring the middle-aged man. James looked over at the plump girls and suddenly felt very old, very tired. He'd been examining his life the past few days. Not hard, not close, the constant bottle of bourbon made hard, close examination a little too taxing. The motel room had seemed like a bargain at first; thirty dollars a day. But he was still paying a seven hundred and forty three dollar a month mortgage. And the electric bill had just come in; Theresa had called him at the station to tell him about it. "Then pay the fucking thing," he had growled into the phone. "Oh, but James, it's in your name," she gaily reminded him. "Who's the one always saying we need to watch our credit rating?" The porno movies had been fun; he looked over at the plump girls as they chattered and laughed, last night's movie had starred a hot looking Latin girl that took a baseball bat in her pussy and ass. But he was quickly getting tired of his hand. He missed Theresa. He missed a hot meal and a hot piece of ass. He missed having ice-cold beer; there was no refrigerator in the room. He missed watching football on Saturdays and Sundays with his sons. He missed dinners at the table. "Hey, mister, you okay?" one of the girls asked him. "Why you crying?" ---- Grace smiled as her mother ranted and raved. At least she got that monitor off her ankle. "What were you thinking?" her mother screamed. "You could have killed that poor girl!" Grace lost her smile. The fucking bitch hadn't died? She had hit her pretty good; caught her in mid-stride. She could still see the little body flying through the air, Mary's little arms flailing like a bird. She actually giggled at the memory of it. "God damn it, Grace, it's not funny!" her mother screamed. Chapter 3 The maid knocked once softly, then again a little louder. She waited then knocked quite loudly. Theresa tried to will herself to get up, tried to will herself to answer the door. "Oh!" the maid yelped as she pushed her cart into the room and saw the nude Theresa lying on the bed. The syringe was still in her arm; the rivulet of blood had dried on her arm. She looked at the maid and smiled. "Lilly!" Theresa said happily then slid into unconsciousness. ---- Ebb and flow, ebb and flow. She moved without moving her limbs. Suddenly the dazzling light was there again and she felt so completely satisfied, so completely happy. "Code blue!" Yolanda paged, forcing herself to remain calm as she gave out the floor and room number. Mary felt a love that she had never ever known before, a love that was so full, so forgiving, and so complete. "Father!" she cried out. "Father, I am here!" ---- Britney went through the paces, forced herself to sit still in class, sit still and do the assignment. She forced herself to smile as Oscar sat next to her, forced herself to pay attention to him, to whatever stupid video game he was babbling about. "I thought you hated beets," Oscar commented. "I do," she said and continued stuffing the food into her mouth. "Then why are you eating them?" Oscar asked and laughed at her when she looked at the tray in confusion. Thomas reached across the table and lightly touched Britney's hand. She looked up and smiled at him; he understood. He too was forcing himself to walk to class, to sit still, to do the assignments. "Thanks Thomas," she said. ---- "My name is John, and I'm an alcoholic," John Farmer said. "Hi John," the Members of the group greeted him. "My daughter," he began, than broke down into heartbroken sobs. "I think, I think we'll come back to you later, okay?" Claire asked as she dabbed at her eyes with a handkerchief. "Jamie, you want to share?" -------- The fare in the cafeteria left a lot to be desired, but Leah knew she needed to eat. She sat down and prayed in silence before picking up her fork. "Ever since my Britney and Mary have been friends, we pray before every meal, even if it's just a snack," Allison smiled as she put her cup of coffee down. "Thank you so much for coming, I cannot tell you how much that means to me," Leah said sincerely. "Of course," Allison said. "You'd do the same for me." They heard the 'Code Blue' announcement and Leah's heart stopped as she recognized her daughter's room number. Allison held the woman tightly as she wailed out loud. ---- He was nervous. Charles had really cracked down, and hard, on drinking on the job, so he was stone cold sober. Charles had actually smiled when James approached him about taking an extended lunch. "Not a problem, take as long as you need," he smiled and slapped James on the back. "Hope it works out for you." She was beautiful. A few pounds overweight, but so was he. She actually smiled when she opened the door. "I miss you and I want to come home," he blurted out. "Want some coffee?" she asked. "We had Mary and Melissa over the other night," she was telling him as he stirred in the sugar. "Who the hell is Melissa?" James asked. "Jim's girlfriend; she's a beautiful little girl, has such a sweet heart," Theresa smiled. "Jim's? But what happened to, um, that girl, the one with the huge tits?" "Beth?" Theresa asked. "I suppose she got tired of being treated like a dumb girl whose only purpose in life was to have large breasts." "Jim treated her like that?" James asked, surprised. "I, well, that doesn't sound like him, that's for sure!" "It wasn't," Theresa said and sipped her coffee. "It was you." "Oh," He said. "But as I was saying, we had Mary and Melissa over the other night, and it was such a wonderful time and I couldn't help but think, 'If James were here, we wouldn't be able to do any of this; he'd find some way of ruining it.' I mean, Mary made biscuits, and Melissa helped set the table; she comes over every night now because she believes that we hug each other all the time, and we do. We do hug each other all the time and you can tell she's in love with Jim and he's in love with her, but she'd never ever come around if you were here," Theresa said and put her coffee cup down. "Oh," James said, quietly. His stomach was sinking, sinking fast. Theresa and the boys didn't miss him at all; in fact they enjoyed his absence. Chapter 4 Because she was a heroin overdose, she was placed far down on the list of priorities in the Emergency Room. Every now and then, someone would check her vital signs, just to make sure she hadn't died yet. The maid helped herself to the six hundred dollars in Theresa's purse and the desk clerk helped himself to the heroin and cocaine. The heroin he was able to sell for four hundred dollars and the cocaine he was able to convince the thirty eight year old landlady he had a crush on to give him a blowjob. Finally a doctor did examine her and did ask her a few questions. A few more questions and he called Accounting to get an MRI cleared. ----Charles took one look at James' face and waved him into his office. "I know that look," he said, sympathetically. "Didn't go quite like you'd hoped, huh?" "No, no it didn't," James, admitted. He didn't know why; he hated Charles Villeaux, but he spilled his guts to the man. Charles sat and listened; interrupting only every now and then to ask a few questions, offer a few suggestions. "Goddamn, I been a real son of a bitch," James finally admitted. "Ass hole, why bring your mother into this?" Charles asked and smiled. "You're right, my Mom had nothing to do with me turning out to be a bitter old drunk," James laughed. "Now, now, the question is, what are you going to do about it?" Charles asked. "I don't know," James said. "What do you think I ought to do?" "Well, the beer and the whiskey has got to go, that's obvious, huh?" Charles asked. "Yeah, I guess so," James agreed. "James, the man that walked in here this morning, I didn't like that guy, there was nothing likable about that guy," Charles said and stood up. "The guy sitting here right now, he's all right. Don't know that I'd want to go hunting of fishing with him, jury's still out on that, but don't think I'd have any problem having a cup of coffee with him." "Looks like I got my work cut out for me, huh?" Games said. "Looks like it," Charles said and shook James' hand. "Let me know if you need any help; I'll help you. Try to be a 'tough guy,' do it on your own, well, then I can't help you, huh?" ---- John took one look at the kid and told him they didn't need any help. He knew Glen's mother from the A.A. Meetings and knew that his mother suspected he was a Meth addict. The way he looked, John was inclined to believe she might be right. "Aw, come on, mother fucker!" Glen said. "Fucking ad in the fucking paper says you need a God damned mechanic!" "Don't need one THAT bad," John said firmly. "Ought to burn your fucking place down, fucking ass hole," the kid muttered. "Hey Glen, I know where you live," John reminded the foul-mouthed kid. He sighed. He needed help desperately, especially since his little girl was in the hospital, but Glen, with his pants worn hanging around his knees, multiple piercing and tattoos visible, had made him suspicious. And the way the kid was eyeballing all the expensive tools told John the tools would start growing legs with Glen hanging around. "God help me," he implored silently. ---- Leah and Allison alternated between sitting and kneeling in the dimly lighted chapel. They prayed in silence. Leah took solace in Allison's presence. Finally she turned to the other woman. "Where do you and your family go to church?" she asked. "Saint Richard's," Allison smiled. "We usually go to nine thirty Mass. Any earlier and I can't get the girls moving, but if we go to a later Mass, I can't find them anywhere." "You're Catholic?" Leah asked with surprise. Allison seemed to be so warm, so loving, and so full of God's grace. Of course, Reverend Smith never had anything nice to say about Catholics, saying that they worshipped statues and broke the commandment 'Thou salt not have any graven images.' John. Her husband had been Catholic but converted to placate her mother. Of course, it had not placated her mother at all. Her mother had been such a cold, distant woman, almost delighting in hurting others, and doing it in the name of God. "Would you mind, would it be all right if we, if John and I went to church with you this Sunday?" Leah asked. "I would love it," Allison said. ---- She could feel a sinking feeling. Slowly her limbs felt heavy, her arms, her legs, they felt heavy. A dull ache began to replace the warmth, the love that she'd been enveloped in. ---- "Ain't like this in Saint Gabriel," Precious said as Grace ate heartily of the food Cindy Villeaux, Charlie's daughter, brought in. "Yeah?" Grace asked. "Nah, man, them bitches work in the kitchen, they like spitting in the food, just to be bitches. Oddball Ch. 06 "You to Saint Gabriel?" Grace asked. "Yeah, stabbed my man, stupid mother fucker up and died," Precious shrugged her shoulders. "Then what you doing here?" Grace asked. "Oh, shit, I done got out," Precious laughed. "NO, no, I here on prostitution! I be out in a few days, don't you worry about old Precious." Grace wasn't worried in the least about 'old Precious.' Being in DeGarde Lockup was a vacation for her, a vacation from the ridicule of the bitches at North side. The food here was better than the stuff her mother threw together and slapped on the table in front of her. (No, it never occurred to Grace that maybe she might want to help her mother, who worked two jobs to make ends meet.) But the idea that she might have to go to prison hadn't entered her mind. "They, um, they wouldn't just keep me here?" Grace asked and sipped the fruit punch Cindy made for them. "Shit girl, get real, huh? Precious laughed. "Attempted murder? You dreaming!" ---- Britney drove to the hospital; Tiffany said she'd get a ride home with Heather or Amber. Thomas had said that he would drive them, but then Coach said he could either show up for football practice, or get off the team. Thomas was counting on football to get into a good college; so he had to make that grim-faced decision. She sat in the car for a moment, praying silently to God, then got out and locked the car. Inside, Yolanda didn't even look up when the familiar figure passed the nurses' station on her way to Mary's room. She entered the room and her breath caught in her throat. Her friend, her lover looked so peaceful despite having her head swathed in bandages, beatific smile on her lips. ---- "Son of a bitch!" Coach Benoit finally bellowed. "Kowalski, go home, damn it!" "'Bye," Thomas said and raced for his truck. "God damn, give a boy a piece of ass and it just fucks him all up," Coach groused then started screaming orders at the remaining students. Chapter 5 The MRI confirmed Dr. Indri's suspicions; the little redhead had a tumor the size of a small orange nestled in the left hemisphere of her brain. Imbedded as it was, it was inoperable; to attempt removal would render Teresa a vegetable. "I can try to make your remaining days as comfortable as possible," he told her. "Fuck, what do you think I was trying to do?" she snarled at him. ---- The dull ache was becoming more noticeable, becoming sharper, more focused. She was becoming aware of noises, a hum, and a whirr. The ache was now a pain, a constant, throbbing pain. Britney looked around; they were alone in the room. Mary's small, beautiful face was slightly wrinkled now, no longer as relaxed as before. She bent over and softly pressed her lips to Mary's soft, sweet lips. "I love you," she whispered into Mary's ear. Mary felt a soft pressure against her lips. Then she heard a soft breath in her ear. She opened her eyes and saw a blond woman, head swathed in a halo of light. She gasped aloud. Behind Britney's head was one of the recessed light fixtures. Without her glasses on, Mary did not recognize Britney. "Are you an angel?" Mary asked sincerely. The doors of the Chapel burst open and Yolanda bustled in. "Mrs. Farmer, come, come!" she said. John's heart stopped when he saw the hospital's number on the caller ID box. He'd laughed at George when George had paid extra to have the unit installed. "You just want to see if it's an ex-girlfriend hunting your ass down," he'd laughed. Now he saw it as an early warning device, warning him to start praying and pray hard. Silently he prayed, "Heavenly Father, give me just one more day, just one more day with my little girl. But if you must take her, please let her know that I love her." Aloud he said "George's Garage." ---- --- Mary complained to Dr. Moorehouse, "I got a headache," "I would hope so," he laughed and continued his examination. "Hungry?" "Yeah, yes I am," she said after she thought about it for a moment. "I'm starving!" "Well, can't have you starving to death now can we?" he cheerfully said. "And where are my glasses?" she asked. "Don't know; you didn't have any on when you came in," he said. "They probably got broken," Mary decided. "Yeah, you took a pretty good hit when that girl ran over you," Dr. Moorehouse agreed. She shook her head in confusion; why would someone run over her? She winced with pain. "Hurts when you do that?" Dr. Moorehouse asked. "Uh-huh," Mary agreed. He concluded his examination and smiled at the small girl. "Mary, I'm not going to lie to you; I was really afraid you wouldn't make it," he said. "You had a large amount of swelling in the frontal lobes and twice your heart stopped altogether." "That must have been when I went to Heaven," Mary said with conviction. "You went to Heaven?" Dr. Moorehouse asked, making notes. "What was it like?" "Love," Mary said emphatically. "More love than you could ever imagine. I was so happy there I didn't want to ever leave." "God, that sounds beautiful," Dr. Moorehouse said quietly. "It was," Mary said. ---- In the hallway, Leah and John hugged and shared tears of gratitude. Thomas sat down on the bench and shed his own tears. "I got to call my mom," he said suddenly. "She's been praying real hard for Mary." He found a pay phone and dumped a couple of quarters, then grimaced when the metallic voice informed him that it was a long distance phone call, please deposit twenty five more cents. "Oh, my goodness," Theresa laughed. "Oh Honey, that is wonderful! Now, do me a favor and call your father and let him know." "Oh come on Mom!" Thomas complained. "It's long distance from here!" "Do it," she ordered. "It would mean a lot to him to hear from you." "Fine, whatever," Thomas muttered. "DeGarde Police," James snapped. He had a headache; he wanted a drink. "Hey, Dad?" Thomas asked. "This is Thomas." "Thomas! What's wrong?" James asked, headache forgotten. "No, no, Dad, nothing's wrong, no, just wanted to call and let you know Mary woke up this afternoon," Thomas said. "Yeah, yeah, your mom told me about her, her accident," James said. "I was going to call you tonight and see how she was." "Well, um, okay, I got to get going; I want to see her before supper," Thomas said. "Hey, um, Thomas?" James said. "I um, I want you to know, I um, I love you." "Um, love you too Dad," Thomas said, shocked. ---- "Hey, not that it matters to you," Cindy Villeaux said as she gathered up the food containers. "But Mary woke up this afternoon. Looks like she might live." "So I can get out of here?" Grace asked, then realized as soon as she'd said it how foolish it sounded. "No ma'am," Cindy said. "You forget? You tried to kill her. Just 'cause you didn't succeed don't mean that just goes away." "It is so hard to believe you got a good Catholic education," Charles teased his daughter. "What?" Cindy laughed. Just 'cause I use double negatives don't mean I ain't educated!" "Your parents must be so proud," Charles smirked. "They was 'til they found out who my father was," Cindy said and continued cleaning the jail cell. "Mark call yet?" Precious asked. "No, Precious," Charles said. "Your bail bondsman hasn't called yet." "You sure?" Precious asked, suspicious. "No, Precious, I'm lying to you, because it's so much fun buying your breakfast, lunch and dinner and listening to you complain about us being non-smoking," Charles sighed. "All right, all right, ain't got to bet all uptight, I just asking," Precious grumbled. "Mad how come you non-smoking anyway? Watt y'all got against smoking?" ---- Melissa shed tears of joy when Jim called her at work and told her the wonderful news. "Oh, my mom wants to know if you're coming over," Jim said, voice bubbling happily. "Yeah, if it's all right," she said eagerly. "Sure; we're having spaghetti," Jim told her. "Be there as soon as I can," Melissa said and got off the phone before Mr. Falgout said anything about the personal calls at work. Chapter 6 Theresa got out of the car and walked to the edge of the water. The rising sun had painted the ocean a surreal dark green. The water looked surprisingly calm as she began to walk out into it. She gave one final wave to the people that were on the beach and began to swim out toward the horizon. After a moment, she decided that her clothing was hampering her progress so she stripped out of her tee shirt and shorts and bra. ---- John looked at the girl that sat calmly on the step of the office door. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, about Mary's age. Her blonde hair looked slightly greasy, but the majority of kids these days seemed to think looking sloppy, slovenly were stylish. She sat with her knees up to her chin and from the angle he was parked, it looked as if she wore nothing but the baggy tee shirt and sneakers. She regarded him silently as he killed the truck engine. When she saw him fumble with the keys for the door she got to her feet. "Good morning," he said. "Good morning," she repeated in a deep voice, surprisingly deep for such a slight figure. He got a whiff of her body odor and held his breath as he unlocked the door. "Help you with anything?" he asked before opening the door. "Yeah, I read in the paper you looking for a mechanic," the girl said. "Um, yeah, yeah, I need someone that can work on cars; you got any experience?" John asked. "Yeah, I worked a bunch of years in Atlanta before I come out here," the girl said and reached into her large shoulder bag. She pulled out a crumpled looking paper and John realized it was her resume. He read it over, trying hard not to be obvious about how offensive her body odor smelled. If the resume was right, Violet Jones was around twenty-two or three, not eighteen or nineteen, and had been working in various automotive repair shops for the last seven years, mainly in Atlanta. "So, what are you doing here in DeGarde?" John asked. She regarded him for a long moment. "Had enough," she said finally. "Had enough of being the only one getting up and going to work while he just lays around and getting all fucked up and so I just up and left. Went to New Orleans; friend of mine from high school's all like 'oh yeah, girl, come on down, we'll party!' and it's just same shit, different day; I'm the only one going to work, paying the bills, so I left there. Guy tells me he's going to Houston, I can come if I want, so I'm; like, 'nothing better to do,' but when we get to Lafayette, he's like, 'so you going to give up the pussy or what?' and I'm like, 'hey, I'm paying half the gas, know what I'm saying? Why I got to put out too?' and he's like 'girl I thought you was cool with this shit, know what I'm saying?' but I ain't into that shit, so he puts me out on the side of the road and I just start walking." "But you can work on cars, right?" John asked. "Yeah, what you got?" Violet asked. "Garage's right there, take a look," John said and pointed to the inner door. "Okay, mind if I change? Don't want to get my shirt all full of grease," Violet said. "Yeah, bathroom's right there," John said and pointed behind her. He hoped she could fix cars. Something about her independent spirit appealed to him. ---- She was wobbly on her feet, but Dr. Moorehouse encouraged her to keep walking. More than once, Mary had to fight the impulse to use profanities; she stumbled and would have fallen if not for the bars. But it hurt when she slammed into the bars; her ego was taking a pounding too. "Come on, Sweetie," Yolanda said cheerfully and guided Mary back to the wheelchair. "How long is this going to take?" Mary tearfully asked the nurse. "Two, three minutes you'll be back to your room," Yolanda said. "No, no, I mean, how long before I can walk on my own?" Mary asked and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Time takes time, Honey," Yolanda said. Yolanda helped Mary back into her bed and left the room. "God, please help me," Mary begged the ceiling. "Please help me; I want to be back with Thomas and Britney. "You want to do TWO physical therapy sessions?" Dr. Moorehouse asked when Mary told him of her decision. "I want to go home," Mary said simply. "You won't release me until I can prove that I'm okay, so I want two sessions instead of one." "Okay," Dr. Moorehouse smiled and patted the girl's hand. Her legs were on fire; each step burned and throbbed. She was coated in sweat when she finished. She actually broke down and sobbed from the pain when Yolanda assisted her back to her bed. ---- "Hey," Melissa said to Jim as they sat on the couch in the Kowalski living room. "Yeah?" he said, and took his eyes off of Jeopardy. "I um, I want to ask you something and it's pretty important," Melissa said nervously. "Yeah?" Jim asked, turning off the game show. "We uh, we been together now, what? About five or six weeks, right?" Melissa stammered. "Six weeks, two days," Jim smiled. "That was a trick question, right?" "No, no, Baby," she laughed. "That wasn't a trick question!" She kissed him, and then leaned heavily against him. He smelled good, clean, and masculine. She prayed silently for courage. "Anyway, I, we been together and I don't remember ever being this happy and this loved ever in my life," she mumbled into his chest. "You make me happy too," Jim said and kissed her forehead. "Jim, will you marry me?" Melissa asked and held her breath. "Wait, what?" Jim finally asked. Tears began to form in her eyes; maybe he didn't love her that much, didn't love her enough to want to be with her forever. "I, what?" Jim asked again. "Did you just ask me to marry you?" "Forget it," Melissa choked out. "It was a stupid thing to say." "No, wait, I'm serious; did you just ask me to marry you?" Jim asked her, pushing himself away from her slightly so he could look into her eyes. :No, no, just forget it," Melissa said and wiped her eyes. "Melissa, come on, talk to me," Jim said and pulled the now struggling girl in for a hug. "It was a stupid thing to say, just forget it," Melissa argued. "But did you mean it?" Jim asked softly. After a moment, Melissa nodded her head yes. "If you meant it, then it wasn't a stupid thing to say," Jim said quietly. ---- Pee U!" Britney screeched as Thomas got into the truck. "Uh huh, and you smell like a bucket of roses too," Thomas laughed. They both stunk from the hard work-out their coaches put them through; the Cheerleading coach was a stickler for timing, even when they were just doing simple routines and made them do it over and over until they were positively sick of it. Coach Benoit had mumbled something about being glad that Mary had come out of the coma then screamed himself raw, demanding all Tanks could give him. "God, what are you listening to?" Britney complained as My Scarlet Life's 'Buzz Bomb' came on. "My truck, my music," Thomas said. "When you drive, we'll listen to whatever you want." "Whatever," Britney complained. The two of them were still lightly bickering back and forth when they entered Mary's room. "Hey!" she smiled happily; pushing her old glasses back up her nose (They kept sliding down). "You're boyfriend is a big old butt hole," Britney said and kissed Mary quickly. "And your girlfriend is a huge pain in the ass," Thomas said and kissed Mary as well. "Okay, okay," Mary, said sternly. "You two go to your corners, and come out fighting when you hear the bell ring." "I'd cream him," Britney laughed. "Phew!" Mary said. "You two ever hear of soap and water?" "No, why? We stink?" Britney asked and thrust her armpit in Mary's face. Both girls screeched with laughter when Mary licked Britney's armpit. She may have been complaining, but Mary thought that the smell of sweat was the most erotic smell in the world. Despite being on her period, smelling Thomas and Britney had her pussy on fire. As soon as she could have a little privacy, Mary planned on masturbating. Her pubic hair was growing back; Mary wasn't sure how she felt about that. On the one hand, it would be more convenient not to have to shave it every two or three days. On the other hand, she loved the way a bald pussy looked and felt and loved the way Thomas' mouth felt on it, and loved the way Britney's mouth felt on it. But there wasn't much she could do about that right now. She just had to sit and endure the itch. The way both Britney and Thomas smelled; she had another itch going on as well. Thomas had to adjust his growing erection. Watching Mary swipes her fat little tongue on Britney's armpit; he could imagine her swiping that tongue on other parts of Britney's body, on his body. Finally, Yolanda had to come in and remind them that they were in a hospital. "Love you, can't wait for you to get out of here," Britney enthused. "You?" Mary asked. "Love you Baby," Thomas said and kissed her. "Now, you two play nice on the way home, you hear?" Mary told them. "Love you so much," Britney whispered in Mary's ear and quickly stuffed her tongue into Mary's mouth. As soon as the door closed behind them, Mary slid a hand down to her pussy. ---- "So, I got the job or what?" Violet asked. "Yeah, you got the job," John smiled. "Okay," she said and returned to working on the Cadillac Anna Lacombe had brought in. John half wished Violet would put on slightly less revealing clothing, and half wished she would bend over a little more. The shorts were snug, but not overly so. When she cocked a leg up like that, he could see that the carpet was considerably darker than the drapes. He could also see her lips. "Um, just one thing, Violet?" John finally asked. "Yeah?" Violet asked, not bothering to straighten up. "Um, do you um, do you think you could wear, you know, some coveralls or something?" John stammered out. In response, Violet reached down and adjusted her shorts so that the crotch covered her crotch. "I'll wear some jeans tomorrow, okay?" Violet asked. "Good, that'd be good," John, said. "Um, hey, think you could spot me a couple of bucks, to get something to eat?" Violet asked as they both washed their hands. "Would you rather have a home-cooked meal?" John asked her. He was sure that Leah wouldn't be all that thrilled with him, just inviting a complete stranger over to dinner. But he could argue with her that this was the Christian thing to do. He also wondered what she would think of him hiring a young, attractive woman to work for him. "Yeah, been a while," Violet agreed. "Sure it wouldn't be any trouble?" ---- "How's it going, Kowalski?" Charles asked as he locked his office door. "The truth?" James asked him. "Yeah, why not?" Charles said. "Let's try that." "Sucks. I want a fucking drink and I want it bad," James admitted. "Settle for a cup of coffee instead?" Charles asked. Chapter 7 The jeans were a little better; he couldn't actually see Violet's pubic hair. But he could see her very sexy ass as she bend over the engine. Or when she was on the creeper underneath a car, the material of the snug jeans would 'camel toe' her. She also had pierced breasts; a bra rarely fettered her large breasts and she tended to wear very snug tops. When he'd brought her home for dinner, Leah had been surprisingly gracious and offered the girl the opportunity to take a hot shower before dinner. After dinner, Leah told the young lady to sleep in Mary's bed; Mary wouldn't be using it that night. Violet agreed to the fifteen percent commission he'd worked for when George was alive and very happily agreed to rent the apartment above the garage for eight hundred a month, to be deducted from her paycheck. It didn't take much arm-twisting for her to accept when Leah invited her for dinners. Oddball Ch. 06 "Um, what you want me to do with the furniture?" Violet asked him as he showed her the apartment. "Use it if you can," he shrugged. "Cute," she said when she saw Mary's old tricycle in the corner. "That was my daughter's," John smiled sadly. "George, he was my brother, he used to put it up on the rack for Mary and work on it. Really broke his heart when she was 'too old' for it, so he kept it for any children he might have." "Aw!" Violet said. "Well, I'll keep it here for him." "He, he isn't coming back," John said and wiped at a tear. "I know," Violet said. ---- "Wow, you are doing great," Dr. Moorehouse praised as Mary completed her second round of physical therapy. "Good enough to go home?" she grunted. "Good enough to go home," he agreed. "Really?" she crowed. "Praise God for He is good!" "I'll be there as soon as I can!" Leah laughed when Mary called her at work. "Mom, Mary's coming home today!" Thomas said into the telephone. "How wonderful!" Theresa said. "Now..." "Yeah, yeah, I know, call my father," Thomas groused. "Hey, son, that is great!" James said happily. Charles put his hand on James' shoulder when James hung up the telephone. "Doing good, Kowalski?" he asked. "Doing good Villeaux," James agreed. ---- "Suppose she's changed?" Britney asked Oscar, not really expecting an answer. She had tried a couple of times to tell him; she and Mary were more than just friends but couldn't bring her to say it out loud. He was in love with her. She could tell that when she looked into his light brown eyes. She was in love with him too; she felt like they had lost their virginity to each other. True, she had been raped, but when she and Oscar had come together in the back seat of his battered old car, it was theme first time she'd made love. "He's huge!" she had whispered to Tiffany. "Well, duh," Tiffany rolled her eyes, as if she was superior in that department. "Look at his feet!" But how could she tell him that she and Mary were lovers? How could she risk breaking his heart? ---- "Oh boy!" Mary laughed when she saw the teddy bear that Thomas had given her, lying in the center of her bed. She picked it up and showed it the pink bear that Britney had given to her when she way in the hospital. "Aren't you a little old for teddy bears?" Leah teased her. "No!" Mary argued and hugged them tightly. ---- "No, I'm sure she still loves you just as much as you love her," Oscar said and finished his peanut butter sandwich. Britney looked at him, to see if there was any hidden meaning behind his statement. His golden eyes looked at her innocently. "Love you," she said and put her head on his shoulder. "Love you too," he said and leaned back in the bench. The End of 'Oddball 06.' Oddball Ch. 07a *Disclaimer: Any and all persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 Oscar's old clunker was making a funny noise. Beyond topping off the gas tank, radiator and oil, Oscar was clueless about automobiles so he took it to George's Garage. "Help you?" an attractive blonde asked him, dazzling him with her smile. "Um, yeah, um it's making a funny sound, you know, when I accelerate," Oscar stammered. Even with a girlfriend as drop dead gorgeous as Britney, Oscar was still quite nervous around attractive females. Violet wasn't helping him; she kept smiling at him. Her shorts displayed a good bit of leg, and when she turned around, her cheeks hung out slightly. The black tee shirt did not conceal the fact that her quite large breasts were not restrained by any bra, and did not conceal the fact that both nipples were pierced. Right now, those nipples were also quite hard. "Oh, no!" she teased. "A funny sound? Did you tell it to stop that?" "Ha ha," he smiled, still quite nervous. "Okay, let's have a look," she said, popping open the hood. "Start it up for me." Oscar couldn't help but stare at her very nice rear end as he walked around to the driver's door. She smirked to herself as he managed to catch his knee on the front bumper of his car. "Holy cow," she said to herself when he got into the car. "The size of that kid's feet, wonder if it's true what they say." "Okay, rev it up for me," she called out and heard the 'funny sound' when Oscar did rev it a few times. "Okay," she told him. "Sounds like you have one or two pistons that aren't firing; that's why it sounds 'off' or 'funny;' when have the last time you had this thing tuned up?" Violet asked Oscar. "Um," he thought. "Okay, that answers my question," she laughed and closed the hood of the car. "Chrysler Newport, what, 19787 model?" She asked as she flipped through the desk reference that John Farmer kept on the backbench. "Um, yes, yes ma'am," Oscar stammered, looking at her rear end. "Ma'am?" Violet laughed. "Hey, stud, I ain't any older than you!" "I'm um, I'm eighteen," Oscar offered. "See?" Violet laughed as she wrote out an estimate. "I'm twenty three, no where near 'ma'am' age." "Yes ma'am, sorry," Oscar stammered, trying to will his cock to go back down. "Okay, full tune up, I'll throw in the oil change for thirty five; you also need to change all your filters, they're damned near rotted out, let me guess, you have no idea when the last time's they've been changed either, and I'll also go over your transmission, let's say, three hundred?" Violet said and handed Oscar the written estimate. At first she and John had argued about providing their customers with written estimates. He won, of course, it was his garage. "See, with a copy of it, they can't come back and say 'Well, you promised me a full A/C overhaul for two hundred,' when you and I know it's at least five hundred, " John pointed out. "Plus that, they feel more confident in us; we put it in writing." "Yeah, but suppose it goes over, they're going to be all like 'Nuh uh! You said five hundred, not seven hundred,'" Violet argued. "And it says right here at the bottom, 'All written estimates are just that, estimates, and are subject to change due to parts prices, labor additions and other unforeseen conditions," John said, pointing to the bottom of the paper. "Uh huh, but you know some people just ain't going to buy that," Violet groused. "Tell you what," John smiled, making her smile as well. "Do it, just do it for me, and I'll let you wear whatever you want to work in." "Shorts?" Violet asked. "Uh huh," John agreed. "Even shorts." "Um, okay, I guess," Oscar, said, wishing his erection would go down, and wishing she would quit smiling at him, almost teasing him. "Okay, I should have it ready by, how's Wednesday sound?" Violet asked. "Um, okay," Oscar, agreed. He turned to walk out of the garage; his house was only a couple of blocks over. "Going to need a ride?" Violet asked. "No, um, no ma'am, thank you," Oscar stammered, still nervous. "I live only a couple of blocks over." "This is DeGarde," Violet smiled. "EVERYTHING'S just a couple of blocks over." He smiled, accepting the good-natured jibe about how small his hometown is. "Uh huh, and where do you live?" he asked. "Couple of blocks over," she smiled and bent over to work on the Volkswagen Beetle that had been brought in last Saturday. "Okay, see you Wednesday," Oscar said. "Actually, I live right upstairs," Violet offered. "Want to, you can stop by sometime. It's just me up there." She didn't know why she was practically throwing herself at the scrawny boy. Yes she did. In high school, she'd been head over heels in love with Conner Barnwell, a scrawny nerd. His kisses were so timid the first few times, but once he saw that she wasn't going to push him away, he got a little bolder. She'd actually convinced herself she was in love with Conner. But he wound up getting another girl pregnant and married her. That ended that relationship. The second reason Violet was throwing herself at the scrawny, goofy looking kid was that lump in his slacks. Looking at that lump, she could tell that the myth about the size of a man's feet was no myth. At least it wasn't when it came to this kid. ---- The police department noticed the car parked there and ran the license number. Immediately, Houston's Police Department popped up; the driver of the vehicle was suspected in one murder in Houston. The New Mexico State Troopers mainline was the second to respond, and then the DeGarde Police Department logged on as well. "Busy little girl," Officer Maxent said to his partner. "Hell, going to fry, might as well make it worth it," Officer Calahan agreed. They put a low-jack monitoring device on the car, but after three days it did not move, other than being stripped of any and all usable parts. "Probably knew we would find it sooner or later," Officer Calahan observed and called a salvage yard to come get the stripped vehicle. Juan Perez, a 'Yellow Jackets' gang member felt his new forty-five handgun. The weight of it, the feel of the handle, every thing about the gun appealed to him. He had seen the barrel glinting in the sunlight as he walked past that battered old Toyota. Smashing the widow had been almost too easy. And the bitch had stashed two hundred in the glove box too. ---- "God, don't you have any good music?" Britney complained as she and Mary and Thomas drove home after cheerleading and football practice. "It's all good, thank you very little," Thomas argued back. "I like this," Mary defended as Faith and the Muse poured out of the truck's speakers. "Oh, bull hockey," Britney laughed. "You'd like farting noises if that's what Thomas liked!" "I would not!" Mary argued back, angered that Britney would suggest she didn't have an opinion of her own. "I can let you out here and you can walk," Thomas offered, slowing the truck slightly. "Oh shut up," Britney laughed. "Better not," Mary warned her boyfriend. "Yeah?" he teased. "What you going to do about it?" "I'll beat you up," Mary threatened. Thomas had to laugh at that; he outweighed Mary by two hundred pounds. "No, don't," britney squeezed her girlfriend's thigh. "You'll make him cry and I just hate it when it when he cries." "Okay, buster, but you better watch it," Mary warned her boyfriend. Sitting in between the two sweaty teenagers, Mary just knew she would have to masturbate before doing anything else. She was thankful that her Momma and Daddy had a 'date' that night; she wouldn't have to cook dinner that night. Mrs. Kowalski had already invited Mary over for dinner, so she didn't even have to cook for herself. No, the only thing she had to do was a ton of homework. Sitting in the front of the truck, in plain sight of the house, Mary and Britney did not kiss each other passionately as they would have liked to. They kissed quickly and Britney squeezed Mary in an affectionate hug, and then opened the door of the truck. Quickly, she punched Thomas's arm, then scrambled out of the truck. "Hey!" Thomas protested. As a laughing Britney slammed the door shut and ran to her front door. "What are you laughing at?" Thomas growled and grabbed a giggling Mary. "No, no!" Mary squealed as Thomas threatened to tickle her. "No! Please! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't tickle me!" "Whatever I want?" Thomas asked. "Whatever you want," Mary promised. "Even if it's a big old wet sloppy kiss?" Thomas asked. "If I must," Mary sighed in resignation. "No, I think I'd rather tickle you," Thomas said. "No!" Mary screamed and burst into helpless laughter, even though Thomas wasn't tickling her. "Love you," Thomas said when she finally composed herself. "Love you too, Baby," she said and put her head on his arm as he drove them toward her house. ---- Chin Li watched out of her window as John Ridgelow jogged past her house. She had such a huge crush on him ever since her father had transferred to DeGarde National Bank and put her and her younger brother in DeGarde High School. She was terminally shy, though, and just knew that he probably didn't like her. He was always hanging around that beautiful Britney. That was probably more his type; the large breasted blonde. John listened to his MP3 player as he jogged. It helped. It helped to drown out all the external noises and especially helped to drown out all the internal noises. No one, he was sure would ever accept his homosexuality. Hell, just last week, he and a few of his buddies had beat the snot out of David Chastaine, a guy they all suspected was a big fag. He flirted endlessly with Britney Wertmuller; she was a beautiful blonde cheerleader, so every one would expect him to try to get into her panties. But she was safe; she was dating that dork, Oscar the Geek. Chin Li watched as John turned the corner. Tomorrow, she vowed. Tomorrow she would go up to Mary Farmer and talk with her. Mary was so popular, always hanging out with Thomas and Britney, and John. But Mary seemed to be real sweet too. ----. Melissa and Mary squealed excitedly at each other as Melissa waggled the engagement ring that Jim had bought for her. "You have to be my maid of honor!" Melissa begged. "Are you serious?" Mary gasped. "There's no one I love as much as you," Melissa declared. Theresa wiped the tears from her eyes as the two girls bustled about in her kitchen. They did this every time; she'd invite them over for dinner, then they'd wind up making the dinner for them. "She knows you're a big homo?" Thomas teased his brother; their way of congratulating each other. "No, so far she thinks you're the only one in the family," Jim teased back; their way of saying thanks. "I do wish you two would grow up," Theresa sighed. "Mrs. Kowalski, where's the nutmeg?" Mary called out. "I don't even know if we have any," Theresa said as she returned to her kitchen. Chapter 2 Oh how he loved the gun. When he pulled it out, the little slant eyed fucker's eyes opened real wide. He'd smirked at Juan when Juan strolled into the convenience store and almost laughed as he asked Juan for his ID when Juan put the six pack of beer onto the counter. He loved the loud roar the gun made when he squeezed the trigger and put a bullet into the fucker's face. He laughed out loud as the fucker's brains sprayed onto the window behind him. "There's my mother fucking ID, what you think? It good?" Juan chortled as he helped himself to the ninety-two dollars in the cash register and also took five packs of cigarettes. The silent witness rolled, recording all of the action. ---- Chin Li entered the classroom and walked to her usual seat, at the rear of the classroom, but then decided she would get no better chance than this and sat down next to Mary Farmer. Mary did not look up from her computer screen as she typed out the Excel spreadsheet assignment Mrs. Ortega had given them. It was due in two days and Mary was nearly finished with it. "I think I almost got this, what about you?" Chin Li timidly asked. "Yeah, the only thing's killing me is the getting it sorted by date, rather than alphabetical," Mary agreed and smiled at the girl. They were close to the same height; Chin Li was five foot and one inch to Mary's four feet and eleven inches. They were also close to the same with; Mary was ninety-eight pounds to Chin Li's ninety one pounds. They both wore large frame glasses and both had very long hair. Mary's brown hair hung limply, straight to the backs of her calves. Chin Li's black locks hung down to the back of her thighs. "Oh that's easy!" Chin Li excitedly said and rapidly typed out the sequence of commands. "Wait, wait, slow down!" Mary said as she tried to write it out in her notebook. "Um, I eat in the cafeteria, but I never see you in there, unless it's raining," Chin Li commented as they gathered up their books. "Oh, that's 'cause I like to eat outside; you should come out there," Mary said. "Really?" Chin Li asked, fighting her urge to squeal. It had been so easy! Of course she knew where Mary and her clique ate their lunch, and knew that John was part of that clique. She had figured it would take at least a month of wrangling and manipulating before Mary invited her out to their benches. "Yeah, especially days like today," Mary said happily. "I love the weather when it's like this; not too hot, not too cold." "Okay, I'll go get my lunch," Chin Li said and dashed off to her locker. ---- Violet smiled to herself as she worked on the car. She should have put it on the rack, but preferred to use the creeper. The shorts she was wearing caped open and she could feel the old pervert's eyes on her crotch. "Man of God, my fucking ass," Violet snorted to herself as she worked on the Reverend Smith's car. He had come in, demanding to see John Farmer. He told Violet, in a deep authorities voice, that he was the minister of the church that the Farmers' attended. "He ain't here," Violet shrugged. He was at his Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, but that wasn't any of this blowhard's business, Violet decided. "Need anything?" Violet asked. "Well, I um, I was needing someone to look at the front end, it jerks to the right," he said and sneered at her. "But I suppose you can't do that." "Front end? Not a problem," Violet smiled sweetly and quickly looked up the reference numbers and wrote out an estimate for the fat, arrogant bastard, adding a couple of hundred for his attitude. He grunted his approval; as soon as John would come back from God knows where, he'd knock a couple of hundred off the estimate. But for now, he was enjoying the view. He was sure that the young girl did not know it, but her shorts had gaped open and since she did not wear undergarments, her pubic hair was quite visible. As was her slightly gaping, slightly moist pussy. He had to shift to conceal his erection. Violet wanted to laugh out loud; the man's poor excuse for a cock barely tented the front of the man's trousers. Now Oscar's cock, that monster tented the front of his trousers. The thing damned near ripped the trousers open when it was fully hard. She had fucked large cocks before; Oscar's wasn't the biggest. But it was very nice indeed and it was attached to a very sweet boy. "Eighteen," she said aloud, reminding herself. "He's a man, not a boy." "Beg your pardon?" Reverend Smith asked, pretending he wasn't staring at her now very wet pussy. "Talking to myself," she cheerfully said. ---- Mary sighed; both Thomas and Britney were already out under the oak tree. She loved them both but hated how they competed with each other for her attention and affection. Like right now, they would both try to be the one to kiss her first. Truth be told, Mary would choose Thomas over Britney, if it came down to having to make a choice. She hoped, though, that she would not have to make that choice. Chin Li looked but did not see John Ridgelow. "Come on, leave me alone, fucking ass hole!" David whined. "Dude, look," John said, trying to calm the agitated youth. "Look, I'm just trying to say I'm sorry for last week, all right?" "No, no it's not all right!" David screamed. "You have any idea? You have any idea what it's like? Always being afraid of ass holes like you? Huh?" John hung his head as he left the bathroom. Yes, he did know what it was like, being afraid. He was deathly afraid of what would happen if anyone ever found out. His father, he was sure, would disown him. His buddies, his so-called friends would probably beat him up, just like they had beat up on David. Chin Li's heart fluttered as she saw John approaching. ---- John Farmer smirked; so intent was the Reverend Smith on staring at Violet's exposed pussy, he didn't even notice John standing two feet away from him. "How's it going, Reverend?" he said loudly, startling the man. "Brother John, how are you doing?" Reverend Smith quickly pasted a false smile on his face. "Doing good, doing good, and you?" John asked as she prepared to start on the small RV. "Everything okay at home?" Reverend Smith asked. "I um, I haven't seen you or your wife or daughter in church these past few weeks." "No, no, we're fine, thanks for asking," John said easily. "Just about finished here," Violet called out from underneath the car. "Need to put up for the balancing, though." "Uh, yes, yes, let me talk with you about this uh, this estimate of her's," Reverend Smith said, thrusting the slip of paper at John. "Uh huh, uh huh," John said as he read through it quickly. "You approved this, right?" "Hey, think you could pull this up on the rack for me?" Violet asked as she slid out from under the car. "Rack and pinion alignments are always a bit tricky." "Well, uh, yes, yes I did," Reverend Smith said to John, flustered. "So what's there to talk about?" John asked as he began to remove the oil filter. "Well it's um, it seems a bit high, and don't you think? I mean, you know I don't make a whole lot of money and I uh," Reverend Smith stammered. "If you had a problem with her estimate, you should have said so before telling her to go ahead with the repairs, Reverend," John said. "And as for you 'not making a whole lot of money,' my wife and I used to give six hundred a month to your church and twelve hundred on Christmas. You can afford her estimate." "And speaking of that, have you decided to turn your back on your duties as Mary's parents?" Reverend Smith pulled himself up to his full height of five feet four inches, hoping to bully John, who in his opinion was a weak willed man anyway. "What do you mean?" John asked, smiling, something that didn't set very well with the Reverend. "She needs to hear the word of God; she needs the guidance of the Lord," he intoned. "And she is getting that, and she is getting it from someone who is not a self-righteous, self-indulgent, sanctimonious little prick," John said. "See, Reverend, before I started going to your church to please my mother, I was Catholic. Now, my wife, my daughter, and I are all attending Mass at Saint Richard's." "Well, may God have mercy on your soul," Reverend Smith sneered, once he'd recovered from being called a sanctimonious prick. "Same to you," John smiled. "Now, do her a favor and pull your car up onto the rack like she asked you to." "No, no, I don't think I'll be having my car serviced here," the man bluffed. "You approved her estimate; pull that car out of here without paying her, I'll have you arrested for theft," John said, still smiling. Oddball Ch. 07a "Sorry about that," Violet hissed to John as the grumbling Reverend eased the car up to the rack. ""Don't be," John laughed. "I've been wanting to piss in his cornflakes for years. IN fact, when he pays you, don't even worry about putting it in the drawer; it's yours." ""Nah," Violet smiled as Reverend Smith eased his bulk out of the car. "I'm having fun pissing in his cornflakes too; how about fifty-fifty?" "Deal," John laughed and resumed his work on the RV. Chapter 3 "Almost like he doesn't even care," Detective O'Rourke said as they looked at the surveillance tape from the convenience store. "No, it's almost like a rite of passage for these fuckers; get popped for murder and they're legend," Detective Benson agreed. "Uh huh," Detective O'Rourke said tiredly. He knew, even with the tape, finding the Latino youth would be nearly impossible. Then, once they had him arrested, he'd bond out, then skip to Mexico for a couple of months, until the heat died down. True, there was no statute of limitations on murder, but by the time he resurfaced, the Los Angeles Police Department would have at least fifty to a hundred more murders to worry about. ---- If Britney noticed that Oscar wasn't making eye contact with her, she didn't mention it. She just sat next to him and kept bubbling happily about the upcoming Halloween party she and Tiffany were throwing the next Saturday night. "Oh, and Mary's coming too!" she laughed. "Believe this? It's her first Halloween party ever! See, her and her parents used to belong to this really weird church and..." "I love you," Violet had said. Actually, she had screamed it as he plunged in and out of her furry pussy. He had knelt on the bed behind her and plunged in and out of her, mauling at her heavy breasts. "Oh, fuck yeah, pinch them," she had gurgled. Afterward, she had sucked him back up, then continued sucking him until he shot stream after stream into her mouth. Britney never did that. Most of the time, they'd go out to eat, and then she would push him on his back and straddle him. Once they were finished, they were finished. Then she was in a hurry to get home. "I love you," Violet had screamed. Britney said that too; she said it all the time. "So what do you think you'll dress as?" Britney asked, jarring him out of his reverie. ---- "Baby, the only costume I got that'll fit me is a cop's uniform," Thomas said as he rummaged around in his locker. "Perfect!" Mary laughed aloud. "I'll come as a bad guy! And you can arrest me!" "Ooh, that sounds like fun," Thomas smiled and playfully pinched Mary's buttock. "Thomas!" Mary squealed and pushed Thomas's hand away, horrified that someone might see the intimate, inappropriate gesture. "Ooh, I'm telling!" Chin Li laughed as she opened her locker. "See?" Mary hissed at a smirking Thomas. "See? You're going to get me in trouble!" ---- "This party, is John invited?" Chin Li asked as Britney presented her with her engraved invitation. "Yeah, I think Tiffany invited him," Britney agreed. "Oh," Chin Li's face fell. "She is interested in him?" "John?" Britney laughed. "No, no, Tiffany's all hot for Jeremiah. Why? You like John?" Chin Li blushed hotly but nodded her head 'Yes.' "Oh, cool!" Britney laughed. "Then I'll definitely make sure he's invited, okay?" She grabbed Oscar and dragged him down the hall to see if they could find John, or whomever else she had on her invitation list. ---- John dressed out listlessly. It was becoming harder and harder to live the lie. And Britney had come running up, all excited, with the news that that skinny girl, Chunk Lee or whatever the hell her name was was hot for him. "Actually, that might not be a bad thing," he thought. If he had a girlfriend, no one would ever suspect him of being homosexual. ---- "So, um, they fixed my car, but its kind of still making a funny noise," Oscar lied to Britney as the two hundred plus students began to spill out of the school. "So I'm probably going to bring it in this afternoon." "Oh, okay, I'll just get a ride with Tiffany or Mary and Thomas," Britney smiled and quickly kissed her boyfriend before dashing off to cheerleading practice. He felt horrible about lying to her, knew it was wrong to lie to her, but couldn't stop himself. He cursed himself the whole time he sat at his desk, doing his homework and watching the clock for five o'clock to roll around, when Violet would be able to get off of work. ---- Violet smiled as the familiar car pulled into the parking lot of George's Garage. She closed the hood of the Pontiac LeMans and began to wash her hands. "Looks like your boyfriend's here," John teased as he too began to clean up. "Uh huh," she smiled at her boss. "Um, hi," Oscar croaked and winced; he wished his voice wouldn't crack like that. "Hey lover boy," Violet said. "Let me get everything locked up; want a beer?" "Um, yeah, yeah, beer'd be good," Oscar, agreed. "You know where the fridge is," Violet said as she emptied the cash register and put it all into the safe. Oscar walked up the stairs and let himself into the apartment. He popped a beer open and sat down on the couch, not touching anything on the coffee table, or on the end table. He didn't turn on the television, or the stereo. Violet swept the garage follow and office floor, then unlocked the office door, let her out, and then locked the door again. She practically ran up the stairs. She was horny; she'd been flashing her pussy at unsuspecting customers and a very suspecting John all day long. "What are you doing?" she laughed when she came in and saw Oscar sitting, tense, on her couch. "Get out of those fucking clothes!" She dropped her shorts to the floor and pulled her tee shirt off over her head and walked to the couch. "Never mind," she laughed and unzipped his pants and worked the long cock free. He groaned as he straddled him and took him deep into her pussy. "God, you're good," she groaned and orgasmed. "Here, bite me." She put a hard nipple into his mouth and groaned again as he bit down on it. "Harder, fucker!" she screamed in orgasm. ---- Britney dropped Tiffany off at their home and drove out to George's Garage; Cecil had said that Oscar wasn't back from the garage yet. She was going to see if he needed a ride home. Is car was out front, but the garage was closed down for the night. She got out of her car and looked around. She had driven the route from his house to the garage, just in case he was out walking but had not seen him. "Okay, lover boy, see you later," she heard someone call out, and then heard footsteps on the metal stairs on the side of the building. Her heart plummeted when she saw Oscar, still buttoning his trousers, come around the side of the building. His happy smile froze when he saw Britney standing there. "You son of a bitch," she hissed at him and slugged him in the gut as hard as she could. Chapter 4 Mary held Britney as the broken hearted girl sobbed. Tiffany had called Mary at her house and begged the small girl to come over and even drove out to get the girl for her sister. Quite a big change for the normally self-centered girl. Allison smiled sympathetically as she stuck her head in to tell the girls that dinner was ready. "I'm not hungry," Britney sniffed. "You're not, but Mary might be," Allison gently said. "Um, yes ma'am, I am," Mary admitted. "Tell you what, I'll bring a tray up," Allison offered. "Thank you, Miss Allison," Mary said. "Thanks for coming over," Britney sniffled as they ate the chicken noodle soup. "But Britney, you'd do the same..." Mary started to say. Her heart nearly stopped beating at the thought of Thomas ever cheating on her, breaking her heart. "I love you," Britney whispered to Mary. "I love you too," Mary admitted. ---- Juan's blood ran cold as he watched his sister, his baby sister pick up the gun and playfully put it to her head. Detective O'Rourke pulled the catatonic youth from the hospital bench. Juan merely nodded when he was read his rights. ---- "Stop" Melissa hissed to Jim as they sat and waited for her parents to join them. "I hate ties," he hissed back. "But you look so handsome," she praised and lovingly adjusted the tie again. She pasted a smile on her face as her mother and father entered Radcliffe's. The naitre'd bowed and scraped, a service Melissa's parents were accustomed to. "Call me Hank," her father said cheerfully and shook Jim's hand firmly. Melissa looked on, unsure who these people were. They bore a physical resemblance to her parents, but there the similarity ended. "Yes, I'm actually nothing but a frustrated bricklayer," Hank was telling Jim. "But then I saw the mark-up on the building materials, got into sales and never looked back. But every now and then..." "Well, Blanchard's got the contract on the Bank Building here in DeGarde, want me to put in a good word for you?" Jim smiled. "Ha ha!" Hank laughed. "Son, look at these hands! They haven't picked up a brick in nearly thirty years!" "So, Jim, what college did you go to?" Margaret asked. "Ah, here it comes," Melissa winced. "I uh, I didn't go to college," Jim admitted. "I had a scholarship to Vanderbilt, football, but broke my leg during Homecoming, and would you believe it? The scholarship disappeared." "Vanderbilt?" Margaret asked. "Fine school, that." "Yes ma'am, I was looking forward to getting a degree in Business Management, but, like said, the scholarship disappeared into thin air," Jim shrugged. "So, I got busy working for Clark International, then when Blanchard offered me the chance to be shift supervisor, I jumped at it." "Shift supervisor, huh?" Hank said. "So you don't actually do any of the hard work yourself, huh?" "Sheet rock, mainly," Jim said and showed Hank his scarred hands. "No, just because I'm shift supervisor, doesn't mean I don't get dirty." Melissa sat and watched these two strangers talk with and laugh and joke with her fiancé. "So," Jim said as they prepared to dig into the famous Radcliffe's cheesecake. "I asked y'all here to get to meet y'all, but also 'cause I have something real important to ask you, Hank." "Oh?" Hank said, eyebrow raised. "Yeah, I kind of wanted to get your permission to marry your daughter," Jim said and pulled Melissa's hand out from under the table and showed them the engagement ring. After the squeals and the backslaps, Hank heartily hook Jim's hand. "Welcome to the family, my boy," Hank said cheerfully. "Actually, I was real afraid you were going to ask me for a job or something!" "I have no idea who those people were," Melissa said as she buckled herself into the passenger seat of Jim's car. "Uh huh, just wait 'til you meet my dad," Jim smiled as he drove her home. ---- News travels fast and delicious gossip travels even faster. Before Britney entered her first period class, the school was buzzing with the news that she and Oscar were no longer dating. The news that they'd broken up because Oscar was cheating on her traveled just as fast. Britney's ears burned, as she was sure that everyone was talking about her, laughing at her. Desperately, she clung to Mary. ---- "So, this Halloween party, what are you going as?" Chin Li asked John. "Don't know, you?" John answered. ""Oh, God!" Britney shrieked, startling everyone that sat out on the benches. What?" Mary asked, frightened. "The stupid party!" Britney said. "I was going to be Cinderella and Oscar was my Prince Charming! Now what am I going to do?" Mary looked over at Thomas. He shrugged his shoulders, unsure of what to do or say. She looked back at the despondent Britney. "I have an idea, if you don't mind being Big Old Butt Hole's date too," Mary said and jerked her thumb toward Thomas. "Hey," Thomas protested. "Bad enough when SHE calls me that!" "So, I'll be Cinderella, you be Prince Charming?" Chin Li asked John hopefully. "Sounds great," he agreed. ---- "No, come on," Tiffany laughed. "What are you going to go dressed as?" "Aw, come on, Tiffany, why I got to get dressed up? That's so stupid," Jeremiah complained. "Because, silly, it's a costume party, that's why," Tiffany giggled. "But it's just so fucking childish," Jeremiah complained. She may have been giggling, but inside, Tiffany was in turmoil. She was so attracted to the tall, muscular youth, but wasn't sure how her parents would react to her bringing the boy to the house. He had several facial piercing; something her mother had commented on before. He also wore his pants down low, a trend her father absolutely despised. "Tiffany, I don't think it'd be all that big a deal," Britney said. "I mean, they know about Mary and me and it's no biggy." "What about you and Mary?" Tiffany asked, puzzled. "Tiffany, you can't tell no one else," Britney said as she pulled into the school parking lot. "But Mary and I are lovers." "Ew!" Tiffany screeched. "You mean, like big old lezzies and stuff?" "No," Britney said tersely. Like lovers and stuff. Like Aunt Addie and Angela." "What about Aunt Addie and Angela?" Tiffany asked. "They're just roommates, right?" "God, Tiffany!" Britney laughed out loud. "No! They're lovers! Have been for like, forever!" "Really?" Tiffany asked, unsure if Britney was telling her the truth or not. "Yes, Tiffany," Britney said. "How long you and Mary, how long y'all been, um, lovers?" Tiffany asked. "About two months now," Britney said. "That why Oscar broke up with you?" Tiffany asked. "I," Britney corrected "I. I broke up with HIM." Mom and Dad might be okay with Britney and Mary, it was hard for her to picture the innocent-looking Mary as a lezzie, or as bisexual, she was just so innocent looking, and dressed like a farmer's wife and just didn't seem like the type. Mom and Dad might be okay with that, but bringing a boy like Jeremiah home was a different thing altogether. "I let you know," Jeremiah said. "Hell, I might not even go, know what I'm saying?" "Oh, no! You have to go!" Tiffany cried out. Jeremiah smiled to himself. He'd talked with Adam, Tiffany's last boyfriend. Adam had told him that Tiffany was one hot fuck that just couldn't get enough. "Fucked up thing, after you all finished, she sucks you off, but don't like swallowing, know what I'm saying?" Adam had said. "No, she likes for you to cream her face. Fucking turns her on, walking in her house with your goo all over her face, knowing Mommy and Daddy might catch their innocent little girl wearing a face full of jizz." Adam was a stone-faced liar; Tiffany had broke up with him because she got tired of his wandering hands. He had gotten no further with her than squeezing her breasts and even that was for a split second before Tiffany shoved his hand away. Jeremiah felt the blood rush to his cock as he thought about spreading Tiffany's sweet legs and plunging into her blonde muff to the hilt. The way she was throwing herself at him, she obviously couldn't think of anything else either. Chapter 5 Allison smiled as Angela set up her DJ Equipment. The diminutive woman routinely did this sort of thing and made a pretty decent living at it. Her sister, Addie, was upstairs, catching up with her 'favorite twin nieces.' "We're your ONLY twin nieces," Tiffany had rolled her eyes. "Love your costume," Addie had laughed with Britney strolled into the room. "Uh huh," Tiffany smirked. "And you," Addie smiled. "Let me guess, Little Red Riding Hood?" "Ding ding ding," Tiffany laughed. Since she didn't know what Jeremiah was coming as, if he was even coming at all, she decided to be a very sexy Little Red Riding Hood." Bright red shorts, matching bright red sports bra, and four inch heeled red pumps; along with the required red hooded cape was her outfit. "Well, I bet Angela's got that song on one of her discs; I'll get her to play it," Addie smiled and playfully swatted Britney on her rear as she walked out of Tiffany's bedroom. "Song? What song?" Tiffany asked. "Little Red Riding Hood," Addie's voice floated back. Moments later, they heard Sam the Sham's 'Little Red Riding Hood floating up through the ceiling. "Oh, THAT song!" Tiffany laughed. "Only fast songs," Allison reminded Angela. "Don't want them rubbing up against each other if we can help it." "Got it, Alley Cat," Angela smiled. "Same as last year, year before, year before." "Shut up, you know I hate that nickname!" Allison laughed as she went to get the door. "Hey, I'm 'Baby Face,'" Mary said when Allison opened the door. "'Machine Gun' here?" "Oh, my goodness, Mary, you are priceless!" Allison shrieked as she took in the short gangster. Mary's long hair was stuffed up under a large fedora. Mary wore a black pinstripe suit, white shirt and very wide tie. Under her arm she had a plastic Tommy gun. "Right here, Baby Face," Britney called out and playfully nudged her mother aside with her hip. Her own blonde hair was stuffed under a matching fedora and Britney wore a matching suit. They kissed quickly and strolled in, holding hands. Angela did not miss the quick kiss and raised her eyebrows to her own lover. No sooner than Allison had shut the door then the doorbell rang again. "Evening ma'am," Thomas said as he stood on the doorstep, dressed in police uniform. "I'm looking for Baby Face and Machine Gun; neighbor across the street said she saw them go in here." "Cheese it, Baby Face!" Britney called out. "It's the cops!" Allison stepped back as the three teenagers let loose with a barrage of loud pops from their cap guns. Angela put on 'I Fought The Law' and laughed as the shootout continued. "Run, Machine Gun!" Mary screamed as she ran for the back door. "Gee, I'll be so glad when they grow up," Charlie said dryly as he stepped out of his study and watched a shrieking Mary and Britney run around the back yard, Thomas hot on their heels. "Not me," Allison said sadly, watching her little girl and her friend's play. ---- As the weather had not turned too cold yet, the teenagers were directed outside onto the back porch. Jeremiah didn't bother to come, part of his plan. He figured he'd make the little bitch beg for it. Plus that, he did not have the money to waste on a costume. Tiffany was at first sad, but as the night wore on, she simply pushed Jeremiah out of her mind. Yes, he was attractive, but not so attractive that she was willing to put up with arrogant behavior. She was far too attractive for that. Thomas was having a good time. Mary danced with him a few times, then reminded him that he was also Britney's date, so he danced with her too. "Thanks, Thomas," Britney smiled as he brought them all some punch. "Not bad for a big old butt hole, huh?" he laughed. "No, you're not a big old butt hole," Britney smiled and softly kissed him on his lips. For a moment, Mary's heart caught in her throat, seeing her Thomas kiss another woman. She reminded herself that it was Britney, her best friend. "You two go dance," Thomas suggested. He had to adjust his erection as Britney and Mary did dance together. "Man, girls got it so easy," John laughed as He sat down next to Thomas. "Uh huh," Thomas smiled. "Um, if I'd uh, if I'd known you were going to be Little Red Riding Hood," Barry Duhon stuttered horribly. "I would have come as the Big Bad Wolf." "Uh huh," Tiffany said dismissively. Barry was one of those geeks her sister had felt sorry for and invited. He fought a losing battle with acne and had a terrible stutter. Even his costume showed off what a dork he was' he was dressed as one of the characters from some stupid video game. Oddball Ch. 07a "Um, you um, you want to dance?" Barry asked as an Elvis song came on. At first she was going to tell him to get lost, but smiled maliciously. Embarrassing him would suit her mood so much better. "Okay," she smirked. He grabbed her hands and began a very rousing jitterbug. Tiffany's mouth opened in shock and she struggled to keep up with him. "Damn, Barry!" she finally wheezed out. "Where'd you learn that stuff?" "My momma's the one runs 'DeGarde Dance,'" Barry stuttered. Tiffany stuck her head inside. "Hey Angela!" she called out. "Play another Elvis please!" "'Don't Be Cruel' good for you?" Angela called back. "That or 'Hound Dog,'" Tiffany agreed. "Back off, bitch, he's mine," Tiffany told Heather Lee, the redheaded cheerleader as the red head was approaching Barry. "Go sit down." Barry's head swelled two sizes; dancing with the most beautiful girl in their high school was one thing, but hearing her say 'he's mine,' to another girl was just unbelievable. ---- "No, no, we'll probably hit Whispers in Lafayette," Angela laughed as Allison and Charlie tiredly helped her tear down her equipment. "It's still early to us!" Mary and Thomas helped Britney and Tiffany clean up outside. "Dancing with Buh buh Barry?" Britney teased Tiffany. "Shut up!" Tiffany yelled. "You shut up," Britney laughed. "I'm just teasing!" "He's a nice guy," Tiffany defended. "I know he is, remember? I invited him," Britney smiled. Chapter 6 "Good night," Britney said as she and Mary stood on the front porch and kissed again. "Good night," Mary whispered and released her hug. "Thank you, Thomas," Britney said and softly kissed him, then went back inside. In the truck, Mary was quiet for a few minutes. "You like kissing her?" she finally asked. "Well, yeah, of course," Thomas admitted, knowing that lying would service no purpose. "Pull over?" Mary asked, resting her hand on his thigh; this was her clue that she wanted sex. He quickly found a wooded, deserted street off of Highway 27 and pulled to the curb. She got to her knees and cupped his face in her hands. Her blue eyes searched his brown eyes for a long moment. "I'm so crazy about you, you know that?" she asked and stuffed her tongue into his mouth before he could answer. "I know I'm not as pretty as Britney," she whispered when she finally released his tongue. "But, Baby, I don't want to lose you to her." "Baby, you're twice as beautiful as Britney in my eyes," Thomas argued. "And you're not ever going to lose me, you hear?" "So, if I let you, let you have me," Mary asked, unbuckling her belt. "You'll never ever leave me?" Stop," Thomas forcefully said, grabbing her hands. "Stop right now." "But Thomas, I know, I know men have these urges," she sobbed. "Yes, Mary," He admitted as he held her close. "I do have those urges, and you take care of those urges." " Good enough for you?" she sniffed. "Better than good enough," he admitted. "Need me to take care of them now? She asked. "Only if you want to," he said. "I want to," she whispered in his ear. In mere seconds, he was spurting heavily down her throat. "Need me to take care of your urges?" he asked and ran a finger along the crotch of her men's trousers. "No Officer," she whispered in his ear. "You're supposed to arrest me, remember?" She knelt on the seat, shoulders pinned to the seat. The plastic handcuffs had her hands joined behind her back. He roughly yanked her trousers and boxer shorts down to her knees. Mary groaned in orgasm; she was helpless. If he decided to, he could take her virginity right here, in the front of his pick up truck. She felt the seat shift as he knelt behind her. She tensed up, waiting to see if he would do it, if he would take her virginity, make a woman, a whore out of her. She orgasmed again as she felt him press the head of his cock to her tightly clenched anus. Her groans built up in intensity as inch after inch of his cock slithered into her tight anal canal. "Aiee!" she screamed then went limp. ---- Oscar slowly drove past the Wertmuller house. The light from Britney's room shone through the window and he looked, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Tonight had been the Halloween party; he was going to be Prince Charming to her Cinderella. He wondered if she had another Prince Charming already. He had made a huge mistake, letting his cock govern his actions. Violet wanted nothing more than pure physical contact. At first, that had seemed to be more than enough; her physical contact was rough and demanding and exciting. But after a while, he wanted more. He wanted what he'd had with Britney. ---- Jeremiah smiled as the twins pulled up in their customary parking spot and spilled out of the car. He still couldn't tell which one was which, and didn't really care. "Hay!" Tiffany called out to him, letting him know it was she. "Hey," he heard Buh buh Barry stammer out in return and turned to glare at the stupid punk. Tiffany walked right past him and handed her book bag to Buh buh Barry. "Here, Big Bad Wolf, make yourself useful," she playfully told the grinning dork. The End of 'Oddball 07a.' Oddball Ch. 07b Chapter 1 Mary looked at the photograph on her desk. It was a digital photograph; Tiffany had taken it at their Halloween party. Mary, in man's suit, long brown hair stuffed into a fedora, plastic machine gun tucked under one arm, stood next to Thomas, dressed in his police uniform. On the other side of Thomas, dressed in man's suit, blonde hair stuffed into a fedora, plastic machine gun tucked under her arm, stood Britney. Thomas smiled for the camera; Mary and Britney, in their roles of dangerous gangsters, 'Baby Face' Farmer and 'Machine Gun' Wertmuller, did not smile. She smiled now, though, as she looked at the photograph. They had both been Thomas's dates that evening. She had danced with Thomas, and with Britney. After the party, she had half hoped and half feared that Thomas would take her virginity, make her a woman. She had been so turned on, so ready for him to plunge his manhood deep into her pussy, batter through her hymen, hurt her. He didn't, of course. He did plunge his condom covered manhood deep into her bowels, causing the most delicious of pain. That was another thing; if ever he did take her virginity, she would insist that he not wear a condom. She wanted to feel him plant his seed in her womb. She would bear him a son, many sons. She almost swooned as she thought of it; being pregnant with his child. And the shame if they were not married. She would be held up to ridicule, to shame. Hurriedly, she knelt by the side of her bed, to pray to God for forgiveness for her sinful, lustful thoughts. ---- Allison shook her head in amusement as she looked at the wallpaper on Britney's computer. Britney giggled, as she looked at the Halloween picture her and her girlfriend and Thomas. "A mighty cute gangster," Allison said as she left the room. "Uh huh," Britney smiled as Allison closed the door. She clicked on the word document icon and began doing her homework. ---- "Hey, looking for a good time?" Precious smiled, unmindful of her missing front teeth. James Kowalski sighed and looked over at the prostitute. He'd met with Theresa tonight, met at Delphy's Diner for dinner. He had realized, it had been a long time since he'd taken her out to eat. She was a good looking woman and had looked as if she'd lost a few pounds. They'd been polite, almost friendly. But at the end of the meal, she got up and left and he was left with both blue balls and the bill. "Precious, you just got out yesterday," James, sighed. "You already looking to go back in?" "Aw, fuck, you a cop?" Precious yelled. "Yeah, I'm a cop," James smiled as Precious stomped her foot in resigned anger. "But it's your lucky night." "How's that?" Precious asked, suspiciously. She'd had other cops pull that trick on her before, claiming they wouldn't bring her in if that could get a little head, or a little of her pussy, then they'd still bust her anyway. "I'm tired, I'm horny, and I just got paid a couple of days ago," James said and opened the motel's door. "So how much for some head?" "You going to pay for it?" Precious asked, still suspicious. "Look, I understand, you just trying to make a couple of bucks," James said. "I aunt out to jack you." "Um, since you a cop, twenty five?" Precious offered. "Sounds good," James agreed and ushered the prostitute into his room. ---- "December?" Jim asked, a little surprised. "Well, yeah," Melissa said. "I'll be out of school, you said the construction business is a little slow around Christmas, that way we can go on a Honeymoon." "But, but, I don't even have my own place yet!" Jim said. Being engaged was one thing. They could plan for a wedding that might or might not really happen. As long as it was something in the unforeseen future, he didn't have time to get nervous, didn't really even have to think about it. "Yeah, I was thinking the Saturday before Christmas; Christmas is always such a beautiful time of year, don't you think?" Melissa was prattling. So he might have to actually grow up. He might have to go and find an apartment. They'd done some remodeling a few months ago for Dee Jones; her last tenant had punched holes in all the walls and bashed in all the doors, a little 'going away' present, It was a two building complex; a fourplex in front and a fourplex in back, with a nice little swimming pool that Blanchard had installed for her. The rent, she'd said, was eight hundred a month. That was pretty reasonable; they were two bedroom apartments. He would call her tomorrow; see if the downstairs apartment was still available. If not, she'd said she also owned a couple of duplexes in Baylor Lake. Baylor lake wasn't all that far from DeGarde. "So, what you think?" Melissa asked, breaking into his train of thought. "I think I better be honest and tell you, I wasn't listening; I was thinking about an apartment," Jim said. "Men!" Melissa huffed and slapped his arm. "Y'all are all alike!" ---- Tiffany sighed to herself. Barry Duson was a really sweet boy, but trying to have a conversation with him was infuriating. He stuttered horribly, and usually was talking about stuff she just wasn't interested in. Of course, he'd have to talk about her if he was to talk about something that she was interested in. "S-s-s-so you you wa-wa-wa-want to gu-gu-go tu-tu-tu to the mah-mah-mah-movies Sa-sa-sa-sasaturdah-dah-dah-day?" Barry asked her. "Yeah, I'd like to see that one with, oh, damn it, who's that guy? That Matthew, man, what is his last name?" Tiffany agreed. "Oh, I'll let you know which one at school tomorrow, okay?" After a few more minutes, she was finally able to end the conversation and end the call. Why was she seeing him?" she wondered to herself. He wasn't the cutest guy in school; he wasn't even popular. A lot of the kids made fun of him because he stuttered, and she was slightly afraid that others would start making fun of her for dating him. Britney had invited Barry to their Halloween party just because she felt sorry for him. Tiffany found out that Barry could dance, though. They danced nearly every dance together, when they weren't stuffing their faces wit the food Mom kept bringing out. When he looked into her eyes, she could see the absolute devotion. "That's why I'm dating him," she decided. ---- "Yeah, I even swallow," Precious laughed as James grunted and wheezed after spewing a fair amount of semen into her mouth. "Uh huh," James agreed and got out his wallet, then remembered he'd already paid her. "You wants more?" Precious asked, hopeful. "Got any condoms?" James asked and fished out another twenty-dollar bill and a five-dollar bill. "Yeah, you want to fuck?" Precious asked, digging in her purse for a condom. "Yeah, I want to fuck you up the ass," James said. "Up the ass, huh?" Precious asked, pulling a condom out. "That ain't no twenty five, that fifty, you want up the ass." "Twenty five," James said in a harsh, cold tone of voice. Precious looked at him, then gave a quick sidelong glance at the door. He'd get to her long before she got to the door, then she was fair game for whatever he wanted to do. "Okay, but just this one time, hears?" She said. "After this, anytime you want it up the ass, it fifty." "Twenty five," James said, gripping his cock in one hand and rolling the condom on with the other. ---- The candle flickered, casting a romantic glow in the room. Leah modeled the leather halter-top and miniskirt that she'd bought off of the Internet. Michelle at work was always buying stuff off the Internet and happily showed Leah how to shop on Ebay for the fetish clothing. John smiled as he approached his wife, and then slowly edged the hem of her skirt up her legs. "Ooh!" Leah grunted as his fingers found her naked pussy. He traced a finger up her wet slit, then located her clitoris and teased it with his fingers, until she was on the verge of orgasm. "Oh!" she clenched her jaw tightly when he smiled and stopped. "That's not fair," she hissed to him. "Oh?" he whispered. "And dressing like that is? Leah, a man can only take so much." "But I was so close!" Leah whined. She actually screamed a short scream as he drove three of his fingers into her pussy and twisted them back and forth as he pulled them out of her. She leaned heavily against him as she orgasmed. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees," he ordered and she weakly, happily complied. "Oh, God, that's so good!" she grunted as he unceremoniously drove his cock into her pussy and began to savagely thrust in and out of her. "Uh huh!" he agreed and cupped her large breasts, searching for her nipples through the heavy leather material. ---- Mary lay on top of the teddy bear that Thomas had given to her, rubbing her bald slit against the fur. She hunched it, thrusting faster and faster, and then she covered her mouth with her pillow as she came. "God, am I ever going to get some sleep?" she wearily asked herself. "That's like the hundredth time tonight!" Chapter 2 Leah barely made it to the bathroom in time. When she'd finished vomiting, she weakly cleaned herself up, and then resumed dressing for work. "Damn you, John Farmer," she smiled. ---- When he looked into her eyes, she really didn't care if the others made fun of her. All the jocks she'd ever dated had looked into her eyes only if they could see their own reflections. Talking face to face wasn't as intolerable as talking on the phone. She could silence him every now and then with either a finger to his lips, or if they were all alone, a quick kiss and a smile. She rather liked the kiss; it always made him blush and gave her a little giggle. He wasn't a bad kisser. He didn't just grope at her breasts or her ass like all the jocks she'd dated. He softly, tenderly touched her face and pressed his lips to hers. He didn't jam his tongue into her mouth; he let her take the initiative when it came to that. She glanced up and down the corridor, then smiled and shoved him back against the wall. The long row of lockers obscured them from sight. "Shut up, Barry," she murmured and kissed him. He put his hand to her face and she began to kiss him in earnest. "Miss Wertmuller, just what do you think you are doing?" an authoritative voice asked and Tiffany shrieked in alarm. Amber Waterson laughed merrily as she walked away and Tiffany glared hatefully at the girl's back. ---- "So, um, what you doing for Thanksgiving?" Emily Graud asked Violet, glancing up the open leg of Violet's shorts. "Don't know," Violet answered honestly. Most likely going over to John's house, I mean, they ain't invited me yet or nothing, but they been real nice to me ever since I started here, you know?" "Oh," Emily said dejectedly. "Why, what about you?" Violet asked, making sure to cock her leg a little wider. She was watching Emily's reaction. The hairdresser had a very successful business with the male population of DeGarde. She wore no bra with her tight white tee shirts and would dangle her pendulous breasts millimeters from their hungry eyes while working on their hair. She also wore the tightest of jeans, displaying her crotch and displaying the fact that she wore no panties underneath the jeans. She would rub the crotch of her jeans against their arm, their knee as she worked. Years earlier, she'd been an exotic dancer in New Orleans, and utilized those tricks to build up her business. "Huh?" Emily tore her eyes from the sight of Violet's dark curls and heavy pussy lips. "Oh, probably just going to grab a bite at Delphy's; I hate cooking, then vet out in front of a couple of old movies." : Yeah? What's your favorite movie?" Violet asked. "Casablanca," Emily admitted. "I'm also a sucker for anything Alfred Hitchcock's ever done." "Yeah?" Violet asked and straightened up. "Don't know that I've ever seen any of his stuff." "Want to?" Emily asked, hopefully. Violet smiled. Emily wasn't the first woman that had ever tried to pick her up and most likely wouldn't be the last. But Oliver had stopped coming around and she was horny. "Well, I ain't doing nothing tonight, you?" Violet agreed. ---- Mary ran outside; autumn was everywhere she looked and it was invigorating to her. Thomas was already waiting for her under the tree and smiled widely as she ran toward him. "That sweater looks so great on you," she said and jumped up onto the bench to kiss him. "Get down, you goofball," he laughed as she whooped in laughter that she was taller than him. She looked around quickly; there was no one else in sight. She pressed her lips to his, and then hungrily sucked his tongue into her mouth. "Love you," she whispered. "Love you too," he whispered back. "Good thing," she laughed and jumped down and then sat on the bench. "Uh huh, and what would you do if I didn't love you, huh?" he teased and opened his lunch bag. "Probably die," she admitted. She remembered the day he'd walked into their homeroom. She had pushed her glasses up and openly gawked at the handsome boy. Just then, Tiffany and Britney Wertmuller had bounded into their freshmen class, demanding everyone's attention, but Mary had not taken her eyes off of the handsome Thomas Kowalski. And now he was her boyfriend, her lover. She looked up and smiled; Britney was walking their way, as were John Ridgelow and Chin Li. "Your girlfriend's coming," Thomas teased. "Uh uh, she says she's YOUR girlfriend," Mary teased back. "She does not!" Thomas protested. "Besides that," he leaned close to whisper in her ear. "She's not ticklish." No!" Mary screamed as Thomas made threatening gestures with his hands, as if he were about to tickle her. "Oh, is he going to tickle you?" Britney asked Mary. "Uh huh," Mary said. "Want me to beat him up?" Britney asked and sat down on the other side of Mary. "Yes!" Mary declared. "Uh huh," Thomas smirked. "Better get some help." "Nah, I'll just pick Mary up by her ankles and beat you with her," Britney laughed. "Shut up!" Mary gasped and slapped Britney on her arm. "Ooh, cat fight!" John laughed. ----"Nah," Britney laughed. "I'd never get into a fight with Mary." "Aw, man!" John complained. "I was hoping for some hair-pulling and clothes ripping!" "And what were you hoping to see?" Chin Li asked, perturbed. "Oh, you know, the usual, some boobs, maybe some bush, since Britney never wears drawers," John laughed. "Shut up! I do too!" Britney shrieked. "And how would you know?" Chin Li asked, unable to hide her jealousy. "He wouldn't!" Britney yelled. ---- "Right here," Tiffany whispered to Barry and guided his sweaty hands to her breasts. "Oh!" he grunted and spewed his semen into his briefs. "Kind of, you know, kind of mash them, but don't grab them," Tiffany whispered and shoved her tongue into his mouth. "Oh, God!" he groaned as he felt her firm breasts and felt the nipples growing hard under his palms. "You're the best," Tiffany whispered in his ear. He believed her. She had no reason to lie to him. Even if she was the most beautiful girl in their school, Barry wasn't so blinded that he didn't notice that she was very superficial and not very quick to give out compliments. ---- James felt guilty the entire day. He was trying desperately to reconcile with his wife, with his family. Screwing a meth addict prostitute, an ugly, strung out prostitute wasn't exactly the best way to go about reconciliation. "And how would you feel if she had done that, if she had slept with some skank?" he asked himself. "Hey Villeaux," he called out as Charles Villeaux, his supervisor, walked by. "Yeah, Kowalski?" Charles smiled. "I uh, I may need to have a few extra minutes for lunch," James blushed, highly embarrassed. "Take all the time you need," Kowalski, you smell funny anyway," Charles playfully needled him. "Really?" James said. "Gee your wife said it was your favorite cologne." "Yeah, when SHE wears it, not YOU," Charles said. "Thanks Villeaux," James said. "You got it," Charles said and entered his office. James picked up the telephone and called Father John of St. Richard's to schedule a confession. Immediately, he felt better. ---- "No, no, I rented that place out about a week after y'all finished it up, by the way, y'all did great work," Dee said. "Got anything available?" Jim asked. "I mean, didn't you say you had some duplexes in Baylor Lake?" "No, no, those are all rented out, but I do have an upstairs apartment in the back," Dee said. "I'll take it," Jim quickly said. "Want to see it first?" Dee laughed. "No ma'am," Jim said, relieved. "I've already seen the complex and I already know the landlord; I'm sure it'll be fine." "Okay, get me the first month and last month's rent, you want a six month or twelve month lease?" Dee asked. "Twelve month?" Jim asked, suddenly very afraid. Twelve months, a whole year. He was committing to living somewhere other than his mom's house, living with a woman that was pretty much a stranger to him, for at least a whole year. "Yeah, some people prefer to do it six months by six months, but some prefer to do it for a year; I mean, I haven't raised the rent in nearly three years, but some people just feel more secure with a year lease, you know? And if you do it for a year, I give you a hundred off the last month's rent," Dee said. "Twelve months," Jim set his jaw and decided. He loved Melissa. She made him feel big and strong and brave. She made him feel like a real man. "Yeah, twelve months," he said again. Chapter 3 "Let me guess," Leah smiled as Mary bustled in the kitchen. "Thanksgiving at.... Thomas's? Or at Britney's?" "Thomas's mom asked me to help her, is that all right?" Mary asked. "Baby," Leah said had hugged the small girl. "That's fine. Why don't you wear those new slacks and blouse we bought for you?" The Farmers had belonged to a religion that frowned on women wearing slacks, or make-up, or cutting their hair. Mary was having a bit of difficulty adapting to their new religion, Catholicism, even though they attended the same church as Thomas and Britney, and both she and Momma were taking the Religious Instruction for Adults classes ever Sunday evening. Those Catholics, in Mary's opinion, were a little too loose and easy with their rules. Both Britney and Tiffany wore very revealing clothing to Service. Mass, it was called Mass, not Service. "'Cause I feel funny in them," Mary whispered. "But, Honey, how else are you going to get used to them?" Leah laughed. "So what are you and Daddy going to do?" Mary asked as she finished their dinner, just as John entered the front door. "We'll manage somehow," Leah smiled. "No we won't," John joked. "We'll starve to death. We'll just sit here waiting and waiting and there'll be no one here to feed us and then we'll just keel over and die." "Daddy!" Mary yelled. "Don't even joke like that!" ---- "You serious?" Jim asked. "Yes, Thanksgiving is for families," Theresa said. "He is still family." "But, but, I invited Melissa!" Jim protested. "SO?" Theresa said, with an air of confidence she did not really feel. "She's going to meet him sooner or later, right? Or were you not going to invite him to your wedding?" "Yeah, yeah," Jim sighed in resignation. James said he'd not touched any alcohol in a few weeks. Theresa hoped it wasn't just empty words; just a ploy to get back into the house. Thanksgiving would be the test of that. She'd even have beer available; see if he went for it. If he touched so much as one drop, she was going to go ahead and file the divorce papers the next Monday. ---- "Oh too cool!" Tiffany laughed as Barry hit the lights of the dance studio. Oddball Ch. 07b Three of the walls were mirrored; everywhere she looked, she saw her favorite image. Barry came up behind her and lightly kissed the side of her neck. He put his arms around her and hugged her to him. "Here, do this," she whispered and slid his hands up to cup her breasts. "You sure no one can come in? No one can see us?" "N-n-n-no, m-m-m-my m-m-n-mnom's w-w-with her n-m-n-new b-b-b-boyf-f-friend," Barry stuttered. "Oh good," Tiffany laughed again and started to unbutton her blouse. "T-t-t-tiffan-n-n-ny! W-w-w-what are you d-d-d-doing?" Barry gasped. "We're going to make love," Tiffany giggled and turned in his arms and shoved her tongue into his mouth. She looked at her nude body in the mirror and admired it. She was beautiful, she was sexy. Her hazel eyes glowed with excitement and she looked intently into them as she gripped the bar. Barry grunted and wheezed as she crouched behind her, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. "I was a virgin, Barry," she confided. "This your first time?" "Yeah," he admitted and tired of the uncomfortable position and picked Tiffany up by her waist. "Oh, yes!" Tiffany screamed out as she felt his seven-incest slip into her further. She felt another orgasm well up in her as he began to pound her in earnest. She gripped the bar with all of her might and watched her own face tighten up in ecstasy. She watched her breasts sway and bobble as Barry's thrusts began to really build in intensity. It was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen ---- "So?" Emily smiled as 'The 39 Steps' credits began to roll. "What'd you think?" "Um, it was in black and white," Violet said. "Didn't he do something in color?" Emily felt a huge wave of disappointment; Violet was obviously a lot younger than she thought if she had not been able to see the masterful use of pace and suspense, simply because the film was in black and white. "Um, no, no, not really," Emily said. "And this other movie you keep going on and on about, Casablanca, that in black and white too?" Violet asked. "Uh, yeah, yeah it is," Emily said. "Uh, listen, it's getting kind of late." "Yeah," Violet agreed. Inwardly, she was smiling. They'd made love the first time she'd come here. Afterward, she knew she did not want a repeat performance. Emily was a selfish lover; she was used to being the object of desire and had to be reminded to satisfy her lover. If breaking up with her was as easy as pretending to not like a couple of movies, Violet was okay with that. Chapter 4 Theresa smiled as Melissa and Mary bustled about in her kitchen. There was loud talk, loud laughter, clatters and clangs and wonderful smells. "Oh I love these girls," she laughed to Jim. "Yeah, me too," he agreed. "No, no, you stick it in breast side first," Mary explained. The breast takes longer to cook." "Yeah, that's the way I always stick it in," Jim whispered into Melissa's ear. Breast side first." "Jim!" Melissa squealed. "Don't be nasty!" "What?" Mary wanted to know, then squealed as Melissa whispered the naughty comment into her ear, and glared at Jim. "You better go wash your mouth out with soap, mister," Mary declared. "Yes ma'am," Jim smirked. "I just absolutely adore her," Theresa whispered to Thomas. The three Kowalskis tensed up as the front doorbell rang. "He's here," Thomas announced. ---- "Hey, what time you coming?" Tiffany asked. "My mom's got sweet potato casserole and this yucky oyster..." "I'm not," Barry sullenly said. "Wait, what?" Tiffany asked, startled. "But I thought..." "I said, 'I'm not,'" Barry repeated. "But why not?" Tiffany wailed. "My mom's cooking and everything! Oh Barry, you said you'd..." "Because Tiffany, it's all about you, it's always about you and no one else," Barry said. "We made love last night, but I might not as well have even been in the fucking room; you couldn't take your eyes off of you. I'm nothing; I'm nobody to you. Well, I'm sick of it." He hung up and tiffany stared at the telephone. He was right. They had made love last night, but she had paid him no attention at all, so focused had she been on herself. Their entire relationship was about her and what she could get out of it. "What time is Barry coming?" Allison asked. "I don't know," Tiffany said, snapping out of her reverie. "I'll be right back." "What? Where are you going?" Allison demanded. "I'm going to apologize," Tiffany said and grabbed the car keys. Charlie watched the car speed away. "So she's in love, huh?" he asked hid wife. "So it would seem, if she's willing to apologize," Allison agreed. ---- Emily avoided eye contact with Violet as the waitress seated her a couple of booths away. It would seem that they were not the only ones in DeGarde that did not feel up to cooking a fancy Thanksgiving feast. Violet waved the waitress over, whispered something, and then got to her feet. "Hey, just 'cause I don't like your goofy movies don't mean we can't say 'hi' to each other, and be nice," Violet said as she stood by the table. "You're right," Emily had to smile. "Hi." "Hi, mind if I join you?" Violet said and sat down before Emily could say ya or nay. ---- "Dad, this is Melissa Schaub, my fiancé," Jim woodenly said. James was very surprised. Theresa had said that Jim was engaged to be married, had said that Melissa was a lovely young lady. But this pencil with the large nose, no tits and no ass, this couldn't be Jim's fiancé. "Well, to say I'm surprised would be an understatement," James said sincerely as he shook the girl's hand. "I mean, Theresa's always telling me about Jim's fiancé, but she must have forgot to tell me you were gorgeous." "Shut up!" Melissa laughed. "I am not!" "Honey, yes you are," James smiled. Father John had talked with him at length about how God sees His children. "See, James, to you, precious is just some strung out hooker. But to God, Precious is one of His children. She is a child of God, just like you. You have two sons, Jim and Thomas, right?" "Right, they're good boys," James smiled. "Now, if I told you to take one and throw him away, push him off a cliff and keep the other one, would you be able to choose which one to push?" Father John had asked. "No!" James had said, horrified. "And God doesn't make that kind of choice either," Father John said. "He could no more push precious away than He could push you away. James, we're all His children, the Good, the Bad, and the Ugly." Melissa was no beauty queen, but she was one of God's children. "And this must be Mary," he smiled down at the short girl. "I said a bunch of prayers for you when you were in the hospital." "Thank you," she said sincerely. "I know it was prayers that brought me back here." Theresa smiled happily. She could see the man she loved, the man she had married twenty-two years ago. ---- It was a perfect day. His mother was out of town with her latest boyfriend, a much older man that had come to her dance studio to learn ballroom dancing. If she could land him, Mr. St. Clair would be husband number four for Shelley. She'd left him a hundred bucks to get himself pizza and whatever else he wanted. Without her to nag him or yell at him, Barry was able to play his video games out in the living room, on the plasma television with the surround sound cranked up. Breaking up with Tiffany was a dark cloud on the horizon. He really liked her, but after last night's lovemaking, he'd felt absolutely empty, completely used. She hadn't even kissed him during their lovemaking, had just stared at herself in the mirror. He was on the third level, preparing to take down the last invader before the fourth level. HE heard the doorbell ring and ignored it. He heard it ring a second time, then heard light knocking. Barry put the video game on pause and went and answered the door. "I'm sorry," Tiffany sobbed and hugged him tightly. "I am so sorry. You were right; I am such a selfish bitch." ---- "And where's Tiffany?" Abbie slurred, already quite drunk. "Don't know," Charlie winced. "She said she'd be right back, but that was almost an hour ago." "Oh, God, I see the rug munchers are already here," Abbie hissed, her distaste evident. "If you mean Addie and Angela," Charlie said tightly. "Yeah, who else would I be talking about?" Abbie sneered and swayed and swerved her way toward her twin and her twin's lover. "Chaz my man, how they hanging?" Lenny, Abbie's third husband, a much older man, a drunkard himself, said with false cheerfulness. "Lenny, as always," Charlie said with equal false cheerfulness. "Hi Uncle Lenny," Britney said and put up an arm to protect herself against his unwelcome hug. "Charlie, where's the gin?" Abbie yelled out. "There is none," Charlie yelled back and grabbed Britney's arm, to protect her from Lenny's lecherous grasp. "Must have forgotten to replace I since the last time you were here." ---- "Now that's a whole lot more fun than stuffing a turkey!" John laughed as he rolled over. "Uh huh," Leah feigned boredom. "If you say so." "Oh stop it," John laughed. "You enjoyed it too." "Oh, yeah, yeah, I did," Leah, yawned. She shrieked in laughter as John pounced on her and began a ferocious oral assault on her still very sensitive pussy. ---- "Hello, Happy Thanksgiving!" Tiffany called out as she pulled Barry into the dining room. "Uh huh," Allison smirked. "Wait until I pull the turkey out before making your grand entrance? Where were you when I needed help with the oyster dressing?" "Well, it is about time!" Abbie slurred, having decided that vodka was a good substitute for gin. "And who's this handsome little devil?" "Aunt Abbie, this is my boyfriend Barry," Tiffany beamed. "Aunt Addie, Angela, y'all already met him at the Halloween party." "Halloween party?" Abbie asked. "Y'all had a Halloween party and I wasn't invited?" "You were," Allison quickly said. "I just thought you forgot." "Oh, oh, yeah, okay," Abbie said, slightly befuddled. "Sorry we're late; Barry was showing me how to play, what was that game?" Tiffany went on. "Invading Force," Barry said. "He isn't stuttering?" Britney whispered to Allison. "Yeah, I get up to level four, but butterfingers here can't get past level one," Lenny said, pointing to Abbie with his thumb. "Shut up, ass hole!" Abbie screamed. "It's just some stupid video game!" "Well, I've gotten it to level seven, but Tiffany did real good for her first time," Barry smiled as Tiffany directed him to a seat. "Hi Barry, good to see you again," Angela smiled at the boy. She turned and smiled at Britney. "Where's your girlfriend?" she innocently asked. "Girlfriend!" Abbie shrilled. "Oh shit! Don't tell me you're a God damned dyke too!" "I don't know if..." Britney said, blushing hotly. "The word is 'gay' or 'lesbian,'" Tiffany said very loudly and glared at her aunt. "'Dyke' makes it sound like it's something to be ashamed of and it's not! I am not ashamed of my sister or my aunt. If you are, I feel very sorry for you." Everyone stared at Tiffany, open-mouthed. "You want sweet potato casserole?" she sweetly asked Barry. "My momma makes the absolute best in the whole world." "Well, you go Tiffany," Addie finally said. "As I was saying," Britney said, after clearing her throat. "I don't know if I'm gay or not; I still miss Oscar terribly, but I do love Mary too." "---- "Man, that was some good stuff!" James said as he pushed himself away from the table. "And we still got dessert," Mary reminded him. "No room right now," James admitted. "Want a beer?" Theresa offered. "No, not really," James admitted. "Coffee, a good fart, and a nap, but no beer." "Mr. Kowalski!" Mary screeched. "That's gross!" "What?" James smiled. "What's so gross about coffee?" "You know what I'm talking about!" Mary laughed. He walked out of the room and a moment later, a loud rumbling fart was heard. "I am not walking into that room," Melissa declared. "James, go get the spray out of the bathroom," Theresa called out. Chapter 5 "Hey, it was real good to be home today," James admitted into the telephone. "Yeah it was quite nice, wasn't it?" Theresa said pleasantly. "I'm um, I'm kind of hoping we can do that some more," James said, hopeful. "Oh, I'm sure we will," Theresa said cheerfully then ended the conversation. James was disappointed. He'd been on his absolute best behavior today, had been warm and welcoming to the toothpick that Jim had saddled himself with, and the little midget that Thomas was running around with. Actually, they were both sweet girls. He could see what Jim saw in Melissa; all she saw was he. She adored him. Same thing with Mary; she practically worshipped Thomas. He got out of the motel bed and knelt beside it. "God, thank you for putting Melissa and Mary in Jim and Thomas's lives. They're good, sweet girls and I'm grateful for that," he said. Father John had asked him when was the last time he'd said 'Thank You' to god. "What?" James had asked. "What do you mean?" "I mean, when's the last time you said 'Thank you' for all the blessings you've been given?" Father John asked. "It's a fairly simple question. Someone gives you a gift, don't you normally say 'Thank you?'" "And if I could just sneak in a request," James went on, and then sighed. "You know what God? You take care of it. I'm tired of fighting, tired of wrestling, tired of it all. If you want Theresa and me back together, it'll happen. If not, then it's my fault." ---- "And then I sucked him," Mary whispered into her cell phone. That was one of the few luxuries she'd given herself with all the money that Uncle George had left her. Now she couldn't imagine how she'd ever gotten by without a cell phone. "Mary!" Britney laughed into the telephone. She had knelt on the bench seat of the truck and sucked and stroked Thomas' cock. She had to admit, the slacks, as odd as the felt, were great for this sort of thing. She didn't have to worm the heed of her dress up to give his fingers access to her bald slit; she simply had to unzip her slacks and his fingers could easily reach her drooling pussy. "And he was fingering me while I was doing it," Mary whispered. "Mm," Britney sighed, fingering her own pussy while listening to her girlfriend. ---- "I love you," Tiffany sighed into the telephone. "Love you too," Barry admitted, with only a slight tremor or stutter in his voice. "And I'm going to whip your butt in Invading Force," she challenged. "In your dreams, Tiffany," he laughed. ---- "That. THAT was a movie," Violet declared as the closing credits of 'Nine And A Half Weeks' played. "That?" Emily complained. "God, Violet! That was depressing!" "No it wasn't!" Violet argued. "Come on! I mean, did you see where he had her blindfolded and was feeding her strawberries and stuff?" "Did you see where he was just using her for his own personal pleasure and didn't really care if she was satisfied or not?" Emily countered. "You're out of your fucking mind," Violet said and it the 'eject' button of the dvd player. ---- "Yes, Mother," Melissa, said. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life; Jim Kowalski is the man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with" "Just making sure," Margaret said. "I mean, if we're going to give you a wedding, we have every right to ask, now don't we? Now where are you honeymooning?" "Aspen, of course," Melissa said. "I've already rented the lodge and everything." "Melissa, he does, does Jim know you're wealthy?" Margaret whispered. "No, no he doesn't," Melissa, said. "I mean, he knows you and Daddy are, but he still thinks I work at Falgout's 'cause I have to." "Well, darling, maybe a prenuptial agreement might not be a bad idea," Margaret advised. "Mother, I will not ask Jim to sign a prenuptial agreement," Melissa hissed in icy tones. "Really, Darling," Hank said as he strode into the room. "How gauche!" "Thank you ever so much for teaching him that word," Margaret rolled her eyes. "He uses it all the time now." "He is becoming quite pedantic, is he not?" Melissa teased. "Ooh, that sounds like a good word; what's it mean?" Hank laughed and sipped his scotch and soda, nodding his head in approval. "One who likes to use big words," Melissa laughed. "Nah, I still like gauche, a quite handy way of saying 'gaudy, unflattering, distasteful display of wealth," Hank decided and left the room. "I'm getting him a thesaurus for Christmas," Melissa decided. "And I thought you loved me," Margaret laughed. The End of Oddball 07b. Oddball Ch. 07c *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 Mary looked in the mirror again and nearly balked. Even with the white tights, the short red skirt was obscene. The low cut bodice, combined with her push-up bra made the green blouse also quite risqué. She didn't need the money; Uncle George had left her quite well off. Abduls was paying her and Chin Li ten dollars an hour; Mary planned on just giving the money to Momma and Daddy. Chin Li needed the money; she was planning on buying John a special gift for Christmas. Thomas had asked her to dress up like an elf; he was 'Santa Claus' at Abdul's Department Store in DeGarde, Louisiana. He was a great Santa, too. Even at six feet, six inches, a height that would have intimidated most children, he had a genuine warmth and jocularity that the children seemed to sense. "Baby, you'd be perfect at it," he assured her. "Hell, you're not much taller than most of the kids." "Shut up!" Mary yelled. "Can I be an elf too?" Chin Li begged. Thomas smiled; Chin Li was the same height as Mary. He also knew how to persuade Mary to do it. "Only if Mary will," he said. Mary scowled darkly at him; she knew he was just manipulating her. "Fine," She hissed. Now, though, looking at the ridiculous costume, she was ready to bolt. Even with the red and white stocking cap and the plastic pointy ears, she didn't look like an elf, she looked like a slut. Next to her, Chin Li smiled at her own reflection in the mirror. Mary had to smile; Chin Li was a cute eighteen-year-old Asian American, and the elf costume seemed to enhance her cuteness. "God, go with me," she silently prayed. ---- Thomas had to adjust his manhood; his girlfriend looked both cute and sexy at the same time. "So, have you been a good little girl?" he teased. "Uh huh," she smiled up at 'Santa.' This was his second year of doing this and he had learned the tricks of the trade. His white beard was glued on; kids sometimes jerked on the beard, to see if this was the real Santa, or just some fat guy. The white hair was clipped to his short brown hair with bobby pins; it would take a very hard yank to dislodge it. The suit fit him like a glove; not leaving any room for a pillow, but very few of the kids noticed that 'Santa' was pretty buff. The mothers did, though. Last year, he'd actually hooked up with a few of the moms after work, put a little something extra in their stockings. But with his girlfriend right there, Thomas knew he wouldn't be doing that this year. Nor did he want to. Cheryl smiled as she saw Thomas and his two elves approaching. She'd liked him last year; he was very good with the children and had also gotten along with all the co-workers. When he'd approached her about hiring Mary and Chin Li, Cheryl just smiled and gave him the go ahead. Looking at the trio as they approached; she knew she'd been right to hire the two girls. They were perfect. "All right," she said. "Let's make sure everything's working like it should. Mary, why don't you sit on Santa's lap for a couple of shots?" Thomas sat down on his chair and Mary, blush on full display, sat down on his right leg. She looked at the camera and smiled a self-conscious little smile as the flash exploded. "A couple more," Cheryl encouraged. "Mary, could you kind of pull your skirt down; your crotch is showing." "Oh!" Mary gasped and tugged on the short skirt. "I want a copy of THAT," Thomas called out. Shut up Thomas!" Mary screeched. "Ah ah ah!" Cheryl admonished Mary. "That's Santa Claus! I don't see no Thomas nowhere around!" "Can I have a picture with Santa?" Chin Li begged Cheryl. "Sure, Honey," Cheryl smiled. Thomas had told Mary a joke and she was laughing. Cheryl seized the opportunity and snapped the picture. "Beautiful," she beamed. Now, Mary, get off of Santa's lap; Chin Li wants to tell Santa what she wants for Christmas." "I just want John," Chin Li said quietly, smiling up at Thomas. "I just want him to love me as much as I love him. ---- David sobbed and grunted as John drove his cock deep into his bowels. "Fucking quit crying or I'll give you something to cry about," John hissed into David's tear streaked face. "You're fucking liking this just as much as I am, bitch." John had cornered the smaller boy and pulled the frightened eighteen years old into the dank, sour-smelling locker room. To David's shock and horror, instead of the pummeling he was expecting, John had roughly yanked David's pants down and pushed him not one of the rickety benches. John's thrusts became more frenzied and he slapped David's face a couple of times. He stiffened, and then bellowed loudly as he pumped his semen into David's raw bowels. "Aw, fuck yeah, cunt," John grunted and pulled his wilting cock out of David's clutching rectum. David gasped as he felt John's mouth wrap itself around his throbbing cock. Within seconds, he was spurting a stream of semen into John's mouth. "Fucking tell anybody, I mean anybody and I'll fucking kill you, hear, cunt?" John threatened as he pulled his pants back up. "Uh huh," David sniffled as he pulled his own briefs and jeans up. "I mean it," John said menacingly. "I said okay," David whined. "Where you live?" John asked as he prepared to leave the locker room. "I'll give you a ride." "Off Wilshire," David said. "It ain't that far; I can walk." "Dude, it's cold," John protested. "Come on." ---- "So, Doodle Bug?" Doctor Leblanc addressed Britney. "Who you hurting?" After her brutal rape, Allison had taken Britney to see Dr. Melanie Leblanc. The empathetic doctor had dubbed Britney 'Doodle Bug' because of Britney's habit of doodling nervously. "I don't know," Britney mumbled. "Yes, you do," Melanie gently said. "Look, you're doodling like a mad woman." Britney looked down at her hand and realized she was indeed scribbling frantically. "Me," she admitted. "I'm hurting me." "Well, the wonderful thing about hurting yourself is you can keep it up for as long as you'd like, or you can stop immediately. But, I can't help but think you're probably hurting someone else just as much. THAT you might want to stop as soon as you possibly can," the good doctor smiled in understanding. "Uh huh," Britney mumbled. "Britney," Melanie said. "Yes ma'am?" Britney said, looking up at the doctor. "Do you really want to keep hurting yourself?" the doctor asked. "No ma'am," Britney admitted. "So, what are you going to do about it?" Melanie asked. "I'm going to go talk to him," Britney conceded. Uh uh," Melanie smiled. "WHEN?" "Tomorrow," Britney said. "Promise?" Melanie pressed. "Okay, promise," Britney smiled. "Ah, that's what I like to see, a pretty smile!" Melanie praised. ---- Jim smiled tiredly. It had been a long day at work, made all the longer by the brutal wind that threatened to blind him as it blew sand into his face. But Melissa wanted his input, his approval of the wedding plans. He had tried once to tell her, 'Baby, what ever you want is fine by me' but she wasn't letting him off that easily. The pitter-patter of rain hitting the window of his apartment, soon to be their apartment, soothed him. He felt her lips brush his forehead lightly. He came to with his head in her lap, torso and legs covered by a light blanket. "Hey," she smiled down at him. "I'm sorry, Baby; I should have realized it was a long day for you." "Long day for you too," he reminded her. "You got school AND work." "Uh huh, but I don't lug sheet rock up three flights of stairs, and I don't play outside all day long," she said and smiled. She eased herself out from under his head and playfully messed up his hair. "Go to bed, Baby," she smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" He wished she would stay but knew better than to argue with her. She would only smile at him and remind him that their wedding was only ten days away; he could wait ten days. Or she would get mad and remind him that their wedding was only ten days away; surely he could control himself until then? ---- "Come on, it'll be all right," Mary cajoled the frightened child. "That's Santa Claus! And Santa Claus loves all children; he won't hurt you, I promise!" Again, she fought the urge to tug her skirt down; the children waiting in the line all laughed whenever she did that. Finally, the little girl let Mary take her over to the waiting Thomas. Cheryl took the picture, Mary handed the girl a sugar-free candy cane and Chin Li guided the next waiting child to Santa. Mary smiled; her man was so wonderful with all the children. He would be a wonderful father. She knew it was her duty as a God loving and God fearing woman to give her man as many children as she could and she knew she would love every minute of it. She waited until Cheryl had snapped the picture before crossing the small stage to get the next child; she'd ruined one photograph by walking right in front of the camera just as Cheryl had snapped the picture. Cheryl's tongue lashing almost made her cry, and made her very aware of when to cross and when not to cross. Again, she fought the urge to tug her skirt down; she was sure her buttocks were visible in the short skirt. "And that's the last one," Cheryl sighed and began tearing down the camera equipment. Chin Li laughed when Cheryl handed her the copy of her sitting on Santa's lap. She was sure John would love it. Mary blushed deeply at the photograph; the skirt was far too short and her cleavage, such as it was, was quite visible. White tights or not, the skirt was just too short. Thomas laughed as Cheryl passed him the first photograph. Indeed, Mary's crotch was visible. Just barely, but it was visible. "Give me that," Mary demanded and reached for it. "Uh huh," Thomas laughed as he very easily held it out of Mary's reach. ---- "Hang on, my sister wants me for something, Tiffany complained into the phone. "W-w-w-well, t-t-t-tell her t-t-t-tough t-t-t-toe n-n-nails," Barry joked. "Barry, shush, I will not!" Tiffany laughed. "Never mind," Britney huffed. "No, come on," Tiffany said. "Barry, I got to go. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" "G-g-g-good n-n-night," Barry said and hung up. "What's up?" Tiffany asked as she put her telephone back on the cradle. "I uh, I went and seen Dr. Leblanc today," Britney hemmed and hawed. "Yeah?" Tiffany asked. "She finally says you're crazy?" "No," Britney snapped. "Calm down, Britney, I'm just teasing," Tiffany soothed and took her sister's hand. "Come on, what's up?" "I need your help," Britney admitted. Chapter 2 Oscar trudged down the aisle toward his customary seat, in the rear of the classroom. There were no thumbtacks on his seat; he'd learned long ago to check his seat before sitting down. There she was, her and her twin sister, bounding into the classroom. He'd been lucky enough to date Britney, but then his little whacker had to go and ruin that. He wasn't seeing Violet any more; the sex was great, exciting, but that's all it was, just sex. At least with Britney, he'd had love. He had hand-holding, he'd had sneaking kisses in between classes, he'd had sitting out underneath the oak tree (well, in the brutal winter, she and Mary and Chin Li and Thomas and John sat at a table in the corner of the cafeteria (, he had long phone conversations late into the night. He wanted to go sit with her, and actually felt a rage boil up when Jeremiah had sat down next to Britney. That had been for just that one day, but Oscar still felt resentment well up inside of him whenever he looked over at Jeremiah. ---- There he was, light brown-gold eyes looking at her. "Go on, or I'll do it," Tiffany urged and smiled happily at Barry. Tiffany had listened to Britney's dilemma and happily told her sister that if she did not follow through with her promise to Dr. Melanie Leblanc, she would personally tell everyone in the whole school that her sister, Britney Faye Wertmuller, was a big old lesbian. Tiffany sat down in front of Barry and smiled at him. "Hey, good looking, this seat taken" she teased. "J-j-just b-b-b-by the b-b-b-best l-l-l-looking g-g-g-girl in the w-w-w-world," Barry smiled. "Shut up, I am not," she laughed happily. "T-t-t-to m-m-m-me y-y-y-you are," he protested. "Well, to you, I better be!" she said and squeezed his hand. Britney felt her insides turn to stone and her legs felt like lead. "Do it," Tiffany ordered and Britney glared pure hatred at her sister. Oscar watched intently as Britney walked down the aisle to his right. She stopped and sat down in the chair next to him and took a deep breath. "If you ever, EVER break my heart again, I swear to God I will fucking kill you, you hear me?" Britney said. "Are you serious?" Oscar asked, not believing his ears. ---- David didn't know whether to smile or not when he spotted John's car in front of the house. "Want a ride?" John asked and David quietly got into the car. He looked over and noticed that John's jeans were unzipped. A few blocks over, John pulled up to the curb and stopped the car. "Don't think we got time to play," John said as he eased his erection out of his pants. "But I want me a blow job, know what I'm saying?" "I'm not gay," David whined. "I fucking ask you if you were?" John yelled, defensively. He grabbed David by a handful of hair and forcibly dragged the smaller boy toward his throbbing erection. "Okay," David said quietly and leaned over and started to suck John's cock. "Aw yeah, that's it," John encouraged. "Fuck yeah." John had masturbated three times that morning, just thinking about fucking David, about sucking David's cock, about having David suck his cock, so he was not very quick in achieving climax. David's jaws were actually quite sore by the time John did finally shoot a couple of spurts into his mouth. "Good, that was good," John sighed, then started the car and dove them to school. ---- Mary huffed when a smirking Thomas opened his locker and pointed to the photograph he'd taped to the inside of locker. "I will get that back from you, you hear?" Mary hissed at him. "Only when I get a better one," he said and quickly kissed her. "Thomas!" she gasped, horrified and titillated. "Suppose someone sees us?" "Uh huh," Thomas said, not really worried if someone saw them or not. -------- Mr. Falgout pursed his lips; Melissa was just dawdling, dreamily looking through that stupid wedding catalog again, instead of stocking the shelves like he'd asked her to. "Um, Ms. Schaub, think you could um, actually do some work around here?" he snapped. "I asked you ten minutes ago to put up the cream, but it's still sitting there." "Oh, sorry," she giggled, letting him know she wasn't really sorry at all. "I'll get right on it." "Uh huh," he muttered. As soon as he found out whether or not the anonymous buyer's intentions, he was going to fire the girl. When she'd first starting working there, she was a real ball of energy, doing things before being asked. But then she met that boy and now she didn't do anything but stand around, taking up space. "Or," he smiled to himself. "Or let this nameless, faceless buyer deal with her." He'd made an offer, and they buyer had come back with a counter offer of nearly half of what he was asking. "You're losing money faster than you're making it," the mediator had said. "You don't have any credit lines, hell, Glen, you don't even have a computer! The buyer's going to have to spend weeks, months, putting your inventory down on their computer." So he'd made a counter to their offer and was waiting to see what they would do. Yes, let them deal with the lazy girl. He remembered Kristi. She was pretty lazy too, but she had been a lot of fun to look at. Pretty, with blonde hair and unbelievably large breasts and a plump ass that just begged to be squeezed. He regretted it, but he did have to fire her when he caught her helping herself to some Oxycotton. Melissa quickly emptied the boxes and flattened them out. Then she returned to the counter and stood there, daydreaming over the stupid wedding catalog again. ---- Theresa smiled as James came into the diner. Even after all these years, he still looked good in a uniform. He smiled in return and slid into the booth across from her. "Hey," he said in greeting. "Hey," she agreed and resumed reading the menu. "You know, we've been coming here for almost thirty years now," she mused aloud. "Other than the prices, I don't believe these menus have changed one bit. "When you know what works, why mess with it?" the waitress joked. "Uh huh," Theresa said. "I'd like an ice tea, unsweetened please." "Same for me," James said and the waitress waited for a second, then turned to go get their drinks. "Well, Jim's just about settled in his new apartment," Theresa started to say, then felt something catch in her throat and started crying. "My baby's leaving me," she cried. Not knowing what else to do, James quietly went around and sat down next to her and held her while she cried. ---- "Just a few more days, huh, Kowalski?" Keith Blanchard teased. "Uh huh," Jim smiled as he grabbed the sheet of sheet rock off the stack. "Getting nervous?" Keith asked. "You know what?" Jim said, pausing for a second. "Kind of. I mean, suppose I'm not a good husband? I mean, most of the girls I've ever dated, it usually lasted about a month, maybe two, you know?" "Wouldn't worry about it," Keith smiled. "Just be half the man at home that you are on the job, she'll be damned lucky to have you." "Thanks, Keith," Jim smiled. "Of course, when she sees your little weenie..." Keith went on. Real men didn't give each other compliments without throwing in a good cut-down as well. "Yeah," Jim smiled, understanding the rules of 'real men.' "But she'll still be happy to see it's twice the size of yours." ---- Mary smiled across the lunch table at Britney. Next to her sat a grinning Oscar. "So, how you like working at Abdul's?" Britney asked. "It's all right," Mary shrugged. "She's a great elf," Thomas smiled. "And you ought to see Thomas as Santa," Mary smiled up at him. "He is just so great!" "I mean, most of the kids are taller than her," Thomas went on. "Even if he is a big old butt hole," Mary said and kicked Thomas under the table. "Ow!" Thomas laughed out loud. "But Chin Li's a great elf too," Mary praised. John wasn't listening. David sat three tables over, talking with Buh buh Barry about some stupid video game. Even Tiffany was loudly adding her two cents worth; Barry had turned the pretty blonde into a video game nerd. ---- Theresa looked at the small bouquet of flowers and poured herself another cup of coffee. Sitting down at the kitchen table, she read the card again. 'It felt good to hold you again, Love James.' "And before I know it, Tommy's going to be gone too," Theresa said aloud and felt fresh tears beginning. Chapter 3 Mary was tired; it had been a pretty grueling Saturday. They'd been busy in the evenings, but nothing like this. She pasted a smile on her face and approached the very nervous looking girl and equally nervous young mother. "Um, she's um, she's deaf," the mother explained when the girl did not respond to Mary's greeting. "Oh!" Mary gasped. She managed to get the girl's attention and gently took the girl's hand. The mother signed rapidly to the girl that she should go with Mary. "She's deaf," Mary said to Thomas. "Oh, okay," Thomas said and quickly took off his mittens. 'My name Santa,' he signed to the girl. 'Who you?' Oddball Ch. 07c After a moment, the girl's surprise wore off and she rapidly signed back. 'Me Amber Boudreaux,' the girl signed back. Mary stood, open-mouthed as Thomas and Amber signed back and forth. Finally, Thomas pointed toward Cheryl so that Cheryl could take the picture. "Thank you," a relieved Mia Boudreaux beamed as a very excited Amber bounded toward her mother. "Thomas, where'd you learn that?" Mary asked. "I'm Santa," Thomas laughed. "Santa Claus knows all that kind of stuff." Chin Li brought a crying little boy to Thomas and the three of them tried to get the boy to stop crying long enough for Cheryl to snap a picture, but he was too frightened. Even the offered candy cane did not do the trick; the boy threw it at Chin Li. ---- "And Mary's dress is a real nice silver," Melissa was enthusing. "Sounds great," Jim smiled. "God, it's next week! I can't believe it, it's next week!" "Not getting cold feet, are you?" Melissa asked worriedly. "No, no I'm not," Jim lied. "Liar," Melissa laughed and kissed him The kiss had started off as a playful little peck, but grew in passion. "Damn, I can't wait until the honeymoon," Melissa whispered. "Uh huh," Jim agreed, shifting his growing erection. :Oh, my Momma's got the engagement party tonight; Mary's going to need a ride; I'm going to pick her up at Abdul's, she said she won't wear that elf costume, but I bet she looks so cute," Melissa started babbling nervously. "Have fun," Jim smiled. "Oh no, mister!" Melissa laughed. "You're going to be there too!" "Oh no I'm not!" Jim said. "Hank said we're cutting out of there and going down to Hooters." "Uh huh, like Momma's going to let him do that," Melissa laughed. "Oh, and wear that green tie I got you, okay?" "Aw, come on!" Jim complained. "I hate wearing ties!" "So?" Melissa said, looking into his eyes, smiling. ---- "Dress blues?" James asked, heart bursting with joy. "Or just a regular suit?" "Regular suit should be fine," Theresa said. "I kind of figured you'd save the dress blues for the wedding." "Uh uh, I didn't get measured for a tux for nothing," James argued. "Hey, Kowalski, that a personal call," Charles Villain called out. "No, it's my wife," James called back. "And that's not personal?" Theresa laughed. "And that's not personal?" Charles laughed. "You know what I mean," James said, embarrassed. ---- "Hang on, hang on," John Farmer smiled as he cradled his wife in his arms. "You mean, she's going to be out all day AND all night?" "Yes, she has that engagement party tonight," Leah answered. "Whatever shall we do?" John whispered in her ear. "Don't know about you, but I'm going to clean house," Leah smiled. "No you're not," John said and began to kiss his wife's neck and shoulders. "Baby, you got work, remember?" Leah groaned. Having her neck and shoulders nibbled on was something that was so hard for her to resist. "That's what we hired Violet for, remember?" John said. "Damn it, John Farmer," Leah weakly protested. "Coming home for a nooner is one thing; I didn't know you were going to make it an all day Thing." "And I didn't know you were going to be so sexy," John complained right back. "Fine, fine," Leah mock complained. "Hurry up, get it over with." -"Oh gee, when you put it like that," John said as he entered his wife again. "Oh, God that's good," Leah, groaned. ---- "My cousin Angela's deaf," Thomas said as the trio wearily made their way through the throngs of holiday shoppers. The numerous children that wanted to hug Santa, wanted to talk to Santa, hampered their progress. Thomas did not get agitated or upset, but often knelt down to hug the children. "I love him so much," Mary thought as she watched him signing again to Amber Boudreaux. "Oh no!" Melissa laughed as she came up. "Oh, Mary, you have to wear that to the party!" "Shut up, I will not!" Mary argued. "But Mary, you're adorable!" Melissa laughed and hugged the diminutive girl. "I look like a slut," Mary whispered to her friend. "O shush, you do not," Melissa laughed. "See you there," Thomas said and waved as he entered the male's dressing room. ---- Tiffany followed Barry's directions and pulled up in front of a modest brick house on the outskirts of DeGarde, almost to the Bender line. "And we're here," Barry said and got out of the car. A middle-aged man opened the door and smiled happily at his son. "Don't worry," Clark Duhon laughed at Tiffany. "Male Pattern Baldness comes from the mother's side of the family. He won't wind up looking like this." "Oh, I wasn't thinking that," Tiffany lied. They came into the living room and were greeted by fierce yapping from Hercules and Athena, Clark's two Yorkshire Terriers. "Ah I see you've met the ferocious beasts," Clark laughed as Tiffany squealed and oohed and aahed over the two small dogs. "Careful, they're killers." "Hello," a very pregnant girl said as she waddled into the room. "Tiffany, this is DebbiAnn," Clark said in way of introduction. "Hey, I know you!" Tiffany said. "You were a cheerleader at North side, huh?" "That's right!" DebbiAnn smiled. "Go Defenders! Graduated last year, though." "Nuh uh!" Tiffany laughed. "It's 'Go Bull Dogs!'" "Careful," Clark smiled. "Here come three more and they're going to want your attention too." Tiffany squealed as three tiny puppies came scrambling onto the living room. "How you been, Barry?" DebbiAnn asked Barry. ---- His father was looking at him funny. David wondered if his dad knew, if his dad could just look at him and tell that he'd been fucked earlier. He took a cautious sniff; maybe his dad could smell the hot, sweaty sex he and John had had earlier. John had picked him up, and then driven out to Huvall's Levee. There was no preamble, no foreplay. John simply yanked David's pants down to his knees and rammed his spittle-lubricated cock into David's protesting rectum. After he'd come in David's intestines, John sucked David's cock until David ejaculated. Then John pounded into David's anus again. David tore his eyes away from his father's gaze and went into his bedroom. He lay down on his bed and began crying. ---- The jeweler did not bat an eye when John ordered the two ID bracelets. "It's for my brother, David," a blushing John explained. "Uh huh," the jeweler said aloud. To himself he muttered, "Like I give a shit that it's for. You want to buy your boyfriend jewelry, my door's always open." They went over the spelling of Chin Li's named and the man agreed to have the two ready for Wednesday. ---- Chin Li paid the two hundred dollars for the original Cherokee pottery bowl. John had claimed to be part Cherokee on his mother's side. She hoped he would like it; it cost her nearly her entire paycheck from Abdul's. "Here," the woman smiled and added an eagle feather to the bowl. "The feather of an eagle is always good luck." "Oh thank you," Chin Li smiled happily. "Merry Christmas," the woman smiled as the girl left the shop. ---- "You know, she's not just your dad's assistant," Tiffany whispered, even though it was just the two of them in the car. "N-n-n-no k-k-k-kid-d-d-ding?" Barry asked. "That his baby?" Tiffany asked Barry, oddly turned on by the thought. "N-n-n-no, sh-sh-sh-she was already-d-d-dy p-p-p-pregnant w-w-w-when sh-sh-sh-she st-st-st-started w-w-w-working f-f-f-for h-h-h-him," Barry said, obviously quite uncomfortable with the topic. "Oh my God!" Tiffany said. "Those puppies are so cute! I love them!" ---- Melissa couldn't help but laugh; Mary was charming her usually snooty, pretentious mother, just as she charmed everyone. Her daddy was already under Mary's spell, mooning over the girl, right in front of his wife. Margaret had been upset with Melissa for not selecting Amy, her cousin, to be her maid of honor, but Melissa had held firm. She didn't think she'd have any more problems out of her mother. "And then Melissa showed me the dress and I just couldn't believe it and that's the dress I want to get married in when Thomas and I get married," Mary was prattling on. "Oh?" Hank asked. "Already got yourself a beau?" "Thomas, Jim's brother," Melissa interrupted. "He's the most wonderful man in the world," Mary admitted, blushing hotly. "I mean, you should see him! He's dressed up like Santa and he's just so great with all them kids and..." "And I bet that's him," Melissa smiled as the doorbells chimed. Tiana answered the door and ushered James and Theresa Kowalski into the living room. "Hi, Mr. Kowalski," Mary greeted Thomas' father. "Hi Miss Theresa." "Hank, Hank Schaub," Hank said and gave James a hearty handshake. "Sergeant James Kowalski," James said. "And who's this beauty?" Hank asked, smiling at Theresa. "My wife, Theresa Kowalski," James smiled. "Ahem," Margaret Schaub cleared her throat. "Oh, yeah, here's my wife, Margaret," Hank said, playfully rolling his eyes. "That's the soon to be widowed Margaret Schaub if someone doesn't start treating me right," Margaret nudged her husband and greeted their guests. "So James, name your poison," Hank said and indicated the bar. "Don't drink," James cheerfully said. "But I would love a diet coke if you got one. Theresa, want anything?" "Diet coke," Theresa agreed. "Margaret, you have a beautiful home." "And Tiana would quit if I don't tell you it's her that has to clean it all the time," Margaret smiled. "And following Mr. Hank around all day long, picking up after him keeps me busy too," Tiana agreed. "Come on, Jim, hurry up," Melissa muttered under her breath. ---- Come on, bitch, quit messing with it," Thomas said as he helped Jim tie the green tie that Melissa had requested. "I hate ties," Jim complained. "Dude, don't matter, now does it?" Thomas smiled and slapped Jim's hand away from the knot. "Damn it, we're late," Jim, complained as he looked at the clock. "Uh huh, now where are we going?" Thomas asked as they left Jim's apartment. "South shore Drive, in Baylor Lake," Jim said, looking at the address that Melissa had scribbled out. "South... Dude, her parents got that kind of money?" Thomas asked. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure," Jim, agreed. ---- "And this is my uncle Louie," Melissa pasted a smile on her face as she introduced her future mother and father. Under her breath, she cursed Jim Kowalski. "Finally," she said aloud as she heard the doorbells chime. Chapter 4 The church was beautiful; in just a short amount of time, Melissa and Jim had picked out and arranged a beautiful occasion. Silver ribbons and white hothouse roses adorned the aisle and altar. Jim waited in the small room with Thomas, Keith, and Ben, a cousin. There was a knock at the door and Thomas peeked outside. "Hey, it's your father, want me to get rid of him?" Thomas teased. "The right answer, in case you're wondering is 'No,'" Hank said and entered the small room. "Hey, Hank," Jim said, cursing himself for sounding so nervous. "Just wanted to talk with you real quick; we're getting ready to get started here," Hank smiled. "Want us to leave?" Keith asked. "What? NO, no, stay," Hank smiled. He sat down next to Jim. "My baby," Hank started, then misted up. "My baby's getting married." "Yeah," Jim agreed. "She's my whole world, son," Hank went on. "Mine too," Jim agreed. "Just promise me one thing," Hank said quietly. "Just promise me you'll try, that you'll do the best you can to make her happy." "Word of honor," Jim agreed. "Good, good," Hank said and left the room. ---- Cheryl pursed her lips. Mr. Banks, the store assistant manager, wasn't a very good substitute Santa. He was preoccupied with the business of the store, was short with the parents, and lacked any warmth toward the children, and was antagonistic toward Chin Li. She had thrown a major fit when Thomas had reminded her that his brother was getting married on the Saturday before Christmas. "Our biggest Saturday?" she had huffed. "And I'm the maid of honor," Mary reminded her. "Great, one Santa and one elf," Cheryl snarled. "Cheryl, I told you all about it when I applied for this job," Thomas reminded her. "I know, damn it, I know," Cheryl agreed. "I hope you and your brother are having a hell of a time," she muttered under her breath as Mr. Banks clumsily grabbed a child. ---- Mary thought she would faint; Thomas looked so handsome in his tuxedo. She imagined them walking up the aisle toward the priest, to exchange their vows. Thomas looked at his girlfriend and smiled. Her hair was done up in curls and silver ribbons and baby's breath florets. Her dress was a silver foil looking material and she was wearing her contact lenses. "You're gorgeous," he whispered to her as they proceeded up the aisle. "You are too," she whispered back. Jim smiled nervously as his brother and Mary approached. He looked over at his mother and shook his head; her sobbing could be heard loud and clear. Then the music swelled and the entire congregation stood and looked toward the rear of the church. "Mother fucker," Jim muttered as his bride appeared. "Holy shit," Thomas agreed. ---- "Britney, so good to see you again," Cecil enthused when Oscar and Britney entered the small home. "Good to see you too, Mr. Coutre," Britney agreed. "Hey, hey, what's with this 'Mister Coutre' stuff?" Cecil joked. "You don't have to call me Mr. Coutre; 'Sir' is good enough. Or, I kind of like 'Lored and Master.'" "Keep dreaming," Sophia Breaux, Cecil's fiancé smirked. "Hi, Britney, How've you been?" Lunch was simple, but delicious. Cecil was quite proud of his skills in the kitchen and loved to show off. Britney squeezed Oscar's hand under the table and smiled happily as she felt him squeeze back. She was genuinely happy to have her man back. They'd not made love since reconciling; she just wasn't ready to be intimate again. The desire was there; ever since Mary and Thomas were working at Abdul's, she and Mary had not had any time for each other. She had not forgotten how wonderful it felt to have Oscar thrusting in and out of her, how satisfying it was to feel him imbedded in her. But, she balked at being vulnerable again, being hurt again. But it did feel good to hold his hand. ---- Cheryl looked over and her heart sank. Several children lined up, waiting their turn with Santa. And their small hands were flailing as they signed to one another. The adults that were with them also signed to the children. Their loud guttural grunts and exclamations could be heard over the usual cacophony of the other children. One of the women pulled away from the group and approached Cheryl. "Hi," she said. "Mia, Mia Boudreaux called us and told unseal have a Santa Claus that knows sign language?" Cheryl walked over to Mr. Banks. "Please tell me you know sign language," she hissed to him. "Sign what?" he asked, quite close to his breaking point already. Thomas clenched his jaw tightly; his cell phone was vibrating again. He had thought briefly of simply turning the damned thing off altogether. "Yes?" he barked. "Thank God," Cheryl exclaimed. "I've been trying to get you and Mary, and it just keeps going to voice mail and..." "Cheryl, we're at my brother's reception," Thomas interrupted her. "Listen, Thomas, I got forty eight deaf children here that want to see Santa; that lady, Miss Boudreaux? She told the deaf school in Lafayette we have a Santa that can sign and they're expecting..." Cheryl said. "Cheryl, I'm in the middle of..." Thomas protested. "Name your price," Cheryl begged. She pursed her lips tightly as Thomas did name his price. "That platinum one?" she hissed, her anger evident. "Yeah, the platinum one," Thomas agreed. "Kowalski, this is the last year you will ever work here, you hear?" Cheryl hissed angrily. "That's fine," Thomas cheerfully said. "We'll see you in about thirty minutes." "I'm terrible at telling jokes," Mary admitted as she hoisted her champagne glass. "So I won't bother trying. What I will say, though, is God is good." "Amen," several of the people agreed. "I mean, He put two people like Melissa and Jim together," Mary went on. "So, first, here's to you, God." Glasses clinked together as people drank to that. "And here's to Melissa," Mary went on. "Oh, my God! I only hope I'm half as beautiful as you when I walk down the aisle! When I saw you, I wanted to cry! So, here's to a beautiful bride, here's to Melissa!" More glasses clinking. "And Jim," Mary continued, warming up as the champagne loosened her tongue. "You look nice in a tux; you're almost as handsome as Thomas!" She was a little startled at the laughter, but pressed on. "So, here's to Jim," Mary said. "To the two of you; always be grateful to God, be grateful to Him that makes all things possible," Mary concluded. "Jim, Melissa, Mary is right, God is good," Thomas said as he held out his champagne glass. "I love both of you. Jim, you're a great brother. Melissa, I'm so happy to finally have a sister. I mean, Jim did a pretty good job, but..." He smiled at the laughter. "Seriously, I am thrilled to have a sister," Thomas said. "Everyone, raise your glasses to the bride and groom. May they never forget the happiness they felt the first time they kissed, the first time they said 'I love you,' the first time they..." "Hey, hey, hey! That's my daughter!" a slightly drunk Hank playfully protested. "...Danced together," Thomas smiled. "Oh, oh okay," Hank smiled ands sat back down. "I am so glad you're not drinking," Theresa admitted to James as they witnessed Hank Schaub making an ass of himself. "Me too," James admitted. "My son, my little man's married, and I'm going to remember all of it." "So, um, since you're not drinking, and I am," Theresa coyly suggested to James. "Thank you could be my designated driver?" "Ab so lute ly," James agreed and smiled. "Dude, I love you," Thomas said as he hugged his big brother. "I hate to do this, but Mary and I have to cut out of here; there's a bunch of deaf kids waiting for Santa Claus." "Love you too man," Jim admitted. "We have to go?" Mary asked, dismayed. She wanted to dance some more with Thomas. She also wanted to drink some more of the champagne. "There's a bunch of deaf kids at the store," Thomas explained. Chapter 5 Cheryl almost cried with relief when Thomas and Mary came bustling toward them. "Merry Christmas," Thomas signed to the children and a cheer went up. The very first deaf child told Santa what he wanted, and then gave a hearty tug to Thomas's beard. Thankfully, the adhesive stuck. "He real," he excitedly signed to his friends and they cheered again. Child after child happily sat on Thomas's lap and told him what they wished for. Cheryl took their pictures; Chin Li or Mary gave the children a sugar-free candy cane, and then assisted with the next child. "She's blind," the teacher said as Mary held out a hand to a small girl. "Oh my God," Mary said. "Can she hear, then?" "No, 'fraid not," the teacher smiled. The teacher knelt down and pressed her hand into the girl's hand. She spelled out what she wanted the girl to do and the girl beamed a happy smile and held out her arms to Mary. "She likes to be carried," the teacher laughed. Mary lifted the girl up, with some difficulty, and brought her to Thomas. "She's blind too," she told Thomas. "You have to spell into her hand." Thomas slowly spelled to the girl, whose face was a delight when she realized it was Santa Claus. "Oh God," Thomas groaned when the girl spelled out what she wanted for Christmas. Oddball Ch. 07c "What?" Mary asked. "What's she wanting?" "A Mommy and Daddy," Thomas said, voice cracking with emotion. Mary gave the little blonde haired girl her candy cane, then picked her up and carried her to the teacher. "She wants a Mommy and Daddy," Mary told the woman. "Where are her Mom and Dad?" "Father unknown, Mother in prison for beating Georgette with a baby bottle; that's how Georgette lost her sight and hearing," the teacher sadly informed Mary. "Her name's Georgette, but we call her 'Sunny' because of her beautiful smile." "Merry Christmas," Thomas signed again ant the deaf children signed back to him. "I love you," he signed and smiled as they all signed 'I Love You' back. Even Georgette held up her index finger, pinky finger, and thumb in the 'I Love You' sign. "Thank you so much," the teachers all told Cheryl and Thomas. "You have no idea what this means to us." "Okay," Cheryl told an exhausted Thomas. "I got it being sized right now." "It'll be ready by Thursday?" Thomas asked, smiling. "Yes, yes, you bastard, it'll be ready," Cheryl said and smiled. "I'm still mad at you." "I can live with that," Thomas said. Mary smiled as she brought another child to him. "This is Jimmy," Mary said. "He's not deaf." "Ho ho ho, Thomas loudly laughed and balanced the excited child on his leg. ---- Melissa smiled as Jim easily carried her over the threshold into their apartment. He smiled as he carefully set her down, and then closed the door. "Now, let me get this fucking tie off," he exclaimed and tore at the offensive scrap of cloth. "But, Baby, you look so handsome in a tie," Melissa laughed. "Hell, you're almost as handsome as Thomas!" "That Mary's crazy," Jim laughed. "Baby, I'm going to be the best wife you ever had," Melissa promised as she held her new husband tightly. "Baby, you already are," Jim told her. "So, want to help me out of this dress?" Melissa asked coyly. "Honestly?" Jim asked. "I'd kind of like to make love to you in it." "Jim!" Melissa gasped. "Kinky!" She started walking down the hall to the bedroom. "But, then again, that's why I'm not wearing any underwear," she giggled. Her many ruffles were shoved up around her waist as Jim licked and sucked at her thin pussy lips. "Oh, God!" she cried out as he found her thin clitoris. "Ready?" he asked as he balanced himself on one elbow. He pressed the head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy. "Do it," she urged and he shoved it in a couple of inches. Her eyes opened wider when she felt him brush against her hymen. "Oh!" she groaned as he broke through. "I'm sorry," Jim cried out. "Uh uh," Melissa protested. "Baby, it's going to hurt a little the first time." "I know, but I didn't want to hurt you," Jim whispered. "It's fine, it's fine," she assured him. It was over long before Melissa knew it; Jim pumped stream after stream of semen into her sore pussy. "Sorry," he sheepishly said. "Kind of, you know, kind of been a while since..." "Oh, no, Mister, you don't think you're done, do you?" Melissa argued. "I didn't spend seventeen hundred dollars on this dress for two seconds of love making!" "God, we having even been married five hours and you're already telling me what to do?" Jim joked. "Better get used to it," Melissa said. ---- And Mr. Banks was a total ass hole," Chin Li tiredly told Mary as they changed their uniforms in the dressing room. "Really?" Mary said. "That's a shame." "Uh huh," Chin Li said. "But the good news is, Cheryl said she'd pay me twelve dollars an hour for today, instead of just ten!" "Oh well, good," Mary said. She couldn't help but think of Georgette. How could any mother hit her own child? How could any mother hit her own child so hard to blind and deafen the child? And the entire child wanted for Christmas was a Mommy and Daddy. She didn't want any toys, any games. She just wanted a Mommy and Daddy. Thomas smiled tiredly as Mary and Chin Li came out of the dressing room. "Thomas, can we give Chin Li a ride home; John's not answering his cell phone," Mary told Thomas. "Yeah, sure," he said. ---- Tiffany waved in greeting to the tired looking trio as she stood at Abdul's jewelry counter and pointed out to the sales clerk what she wanted. "Yes ma'am," the clerk said as she pulled out the pendant and twenty-inch chain. "I'll take it," Tiffany excitedly told the girl. The girl didn't say anything; obviously the blonde was too stupid to remember that she'd been in earlier and bought a very similar pendant and chain. The sales clerk had no way of knowing that there was a twin to the girl standing in front of her. ---- "God damn, but you're even more beautiful than I remembered," James exclaimed as Theresa came out of the bathroom, totally nude. "Yeah?"She asked and posed. "Yeah," he admitted. "Do I look old enough to have a son that's married now?" she asked. "No, no you don't," he said. "Hard to believe, huh?" ---- John did something that surprised both him and David; he kissed the eighteen year old good night. David was used to the rough, almost brutal John, the John that jammed his cock into his rectum that called him filthy, humiliating names and forced David to suck his cock. The tender John that took him to Lafayette to eat Chinese food, that laughed and told David dirty jokes that held David's hand as he drove them back to DeGarde, that John, David didn't know him. David could taste himself on John's tongue and again felt waves of shame washing over him. ---- Leah smiled as Mary wearily walked into the kitchen. "Long day for you, huh, Kiddo?" Leah asked. "Yeah, I'm pooped," Mary, agreed. "Momma, can I ask you something?" "Sure," Leah agreed. "Mom, you think I'd be a good mother?" Mary asked. Leah thought she would pass out. Her daughter, her precious daughter, she couldn't be pregnant. "I mean, the school for the deaf came in, and there was this kid and all she wants for Christmas is a Mommy and Daddy," Mary said, tears pooling in her eyes. "And you ought to see her smiling and I just don't know how a mother could hit her baby..." Leah felt the blood rush back into her veins. "Mary, I swear to God, don't ever do that to me again!" Leah exclaimed. "I mean, I know I'm pretty young, I'm not even nineteen yet, but..." Mary went on. Leah shrugged her shoulders. "Mary, I don't know. I mean, I was eighteen when we had you and I'll be the first to admit I wasn't really ready to be a Mommy," Leah said. "I think I better pray about it," Mary said and left the kitchen. Lean went down the hall and entered her bedroom. John smiled at her, as he got comfortable in their bed. "You'll never believe what your daughter just did to me," Leah started. "I mean, just about gave me a heart attack!" Chapter 6 "Sunny?" the woman said into the phone. "No, no she doesn't have anywhere to go for Christmas." The woman listened and smiled sadly. "Okay, if you want," she agreed. "But, Miss Farmer, please remember, there are three other children that don't have anywhere to go for Christmas either. If you buy a gift for Georgette, you need to buy them something too. It's not right to have one child getting presents but not the other children." "Okay," Mary agreed happily. Britney rolled her eyes but grabbed her keys and drove Mary out to the Wal-Mart in Lafayette. "This place is a mad-house!" Mary screamed to be heard over the deafening din. "What do you expect, this close to Christmas?" Britney screamed back. Mary ducked under one shopper and sidestepped another as she grabbed a tricycle off the shelf. Britney couldn't help but laugh; this aggressive, no-nonsense Mary was not the sweet, docile Mary she was used to. "Hold this, don't let anyone take it," Mary ordered, and then disappeared back into the fray. A couple of dolls and a football joined the pile in Britney's cart. "You think she'd like these?" Mary asked as she showed Britney a few large stuffed animals. "Probably," Britney agreed. Mary grabbed a large stuffed football and a large stuffed soccer ball right out from under another customer that was reaching for them. "Let's get out of here before you get us killed," Britney ordered. "I hate shopping," Mary confided as they dumped the booty into the trunk of Britney's car. "Could have fooled me," Britney laughed. "I swear, I thought you and that woman were going to duke it out over that tricycle." "Thank you," Mary said quietly as she kissed Britney's lips. "You're welcome," Britney said and kissed Mary's lips softly. ---- Chin Li wrapped the present carefully, meticulously. She attached the eagle feather to the ribbon on the outside of the box. That was one present. The other present would be her virginity. She would let him have her. She had told him a couple of weeks ago that she was on the pill, even though she wasn't. She hoped that he would make love to her and impregnate her. Her mother would be horrified and her father would be extremely disappointed, but Chin Li was willing to pay that price. Her father, she was sure, had been extremely disappointed when she was born female, instead of the son that would follow in his footsteps. But she would have John's baby and John would marry her and they would be happy together forever. ---- "This is unbelievable," Jim said as he looked out of the plate glass window at the Aspen ski slopes. "And there's a hot top on the back patio," Melissa husked into his ear. "With a big old privacy fence all around it and we can get in it and get naked." "And then what would we do?" Jim asked playfully. "Oh, I don't know," Melissa, laughed. "Talk about the first thing that pops up?" "And we have this whole lodge all to ourselves?" Jim asked. "Uh huh," Melissa laughed. "This is unbelievable," Jim said again. "Anyone see in here?" "Tinted windows," Melissa said. ---- "Kowalski, wipe that stupid looking smile off your face," Charles Villeaux joked. "Oh, I'm sorry," James smiled. "Why? It pissing you off?" "If I say 'yeah,' would it make any difference?" Charles asked. "No, not really," James smiled wider. "I take it things are looking up for you and the wife," Charles said quietly. "Yeah, it looks like it," James agreed, smile on full wattage. "Good," Charles said. "Just don't forget what you had to go through to get to this point, though." "No, no, don't think I will," James agreed. Damned sure don't want to go through that again." "Me neither," Charles said. "Good night, Kowalski." ---- Allison smiled as Britney and Mary sat on the floor of the living room, wrapping the presents. She poured the cocoa into the mugs and brought them to the girls. :Thank you, Miss Allison," Mary smiled. "And how do you like being one of Santa's Helpers?" Allison asked. "It's all right," Mary shrugged. "But it's a lot of work, that's for sure." "But she looks so cute in her outfit," Britney chimed in. "Yeah, she does," Tiffany, agreed as she mimed kicking the large stuffed soccer ball. "How much is one of them pictures?" Britney asked. "Ten bucks, I think," Mary said as she looked around for the soccer ball. "How many copies?" Tiffany asked. "One, give that here," Mary demanded. "Don't mess with her," Britney laughed. "You should have seen her! I was in fear for my life!" "Oh shut up!" Mary laughed and punched Britney on her arm. "See? See?" Britney called out. "You working tomorrow?" Tiffany asked. "Yeah," Mary said. "The whole day too." "Wow, and how about Christmas Eve?" Britney asked. "The store closes at three, but Miss Cheryl says sometimes they don't get out of there until eight, nine o'clock," Mary said. "So, when you want to bring this stuff to the school?" Britney asked. "I guess on Christmas day," Mary said. "That all right?" Chapter 7 Tiffany and Britney strolled into Abdul's. The place was a complete madhouse; quite the opposite of what the upscale store was normally like. They stood in line with the throng of children and smiled widely as Mary looked up and saw them. "Hi, we want our picture taken with Santa," Britney said. "Yeah, we want to sit on his lap and tell him what we want for Christmas," Tiffany said. "And you better behave," Mary warned. "Now, that's not a very Christmassy thing to say," Britney teased. Thomas smirked as Tiffany took off her heavy winter coat, revealing a very short red miniskirt and tight white sweater, and sat down on his lap and smiled for the camera. "I want Barry to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me until I can't walk straight," she whispered to Thomas. "Damn it, Tiffany!" Thomas exclaimed. "Aw, what's the matter, Santa?" Tiffany laughed. "Going to have a little trouble getting down Mary's chimney tonight?" "Tiffany!" Mary screeched, horrified. "I want four of them, please," Tiffany said to Cheryl. To Mary she said, "Hey, where's my candy cane? Don't I get a candy cane?" "I will kill you," Mary hissed as she handed the smirking Tiffany a candy cane. Britney shrugged out of her heavy winter coat, revealing an identical outfit and made a big play of wiggling on Santa's lap. Mary glared daggers at her friend, her lover. "Don't worry, I don't want what that whore sister of mine wants," Britney cooed to Thomas. "I just want my hot blonde pussy eaten, licked and eaten like a candy cane." Oh!" Thomas groaned. "That's why I'm not wearing any panties," Britney whispered to Thomas. "Damn it," Thomas groaned. "I'd like five of those pictures too," Britney smiled to Cheryl as she shrugged into her coat again. Mary slapped the candy can into Britney's hand and turned her back on the smirking girl. "See you tonight," Britney called out to Mary. "I need to take a five minute break," Thomas announced to Cheryl, obviously in some discomfort. It took three strokes and he was spurting his semen into the toilet bowl. ---- "Damn it, Melissa!" Jim laughed as she easily traversed the slope. "I'm from south Louisiana! There ain't no hills in south Louisiana!" "Oh come on!" Melissa called out. "You can do it!" "There ain't no snow there either," he called out. Jim managed to stay upright for nearly twenty feet before gravity won out and he toppled over. "God, I thought you were like this great big macho man," Melissa teased as she skied back to her husband and tried to help him up. "Come on, Baby," he laughed. "Can't we try the bunny slope first?" "This is the bunny slope," a ski instructor laughed as she skied over to the couple. "O great!" Jim smiled. "This is the easy slope." "I don't believe I've seen you guys in the inn; where are you staying?" the instructor asked, a polite way of finding out if they had the right to be on the Inn's property. "We stay at the blue lodge when we come to Aspen," Melissa said as Jim gamely tried again. "Oh! Ms. Schaub! Sorry, I didn't recognize you," the instructor said apologetically. "Oh, that's all right," Melissa, laughed. "But it's not Ms. Schaub any more! It's Mrs. Kowalski! That's my husband, Jim Kowalski. The one that's face down in the snow!" "I am not!" Jim protested. "Look, look! I'm getting the hang of it!" "You're just standing there, Jim!" Melissa teased. "That's not 'getting the hang of it.'" "Congratulations, Ms...I mean, Mrs. Kowalski," the instructor said. "Need me to work with Mr. Kowalski?" "Yeah," Melissa agreed. "I'm dying to do the North Slope." ---- "Christmas," Leah said. "We'll tell Mary on Christmas day." "Tell her what?" John asked, feigning ignorance. "That she's going to be a big sister!" Leah said, slapping John. "Oh, that!" John laughed. "Yes, Mr. Farmer. THAT!" Leah smiled. "John carried his plate to the sink and kissed Leah on the nape of her neck. "Uh uh, Mister," Leah complained. "You got work to do. You said there were four cars waiting." "One or two hours ain't going to kill them," John said and reached around to cup his wife's breasts. ""Come on, John!" Leah weakly protested. "I want to clean up the house! It's a disaster!" "Like I said, one or two hours ain't..." John said, working a hand down to his wife's dripping crotch. Chapter 8 "Get that damned thing out of here," Charlie playfully complained to Allison. "Oh, shush, you!" Allison laughed. "She's so cute!" "She's useless!" Charlie argued. "Fine, fine, Mr. Grinch," Allison smiled and carried the wiggling puppy down the hall to Tiffany's bedroom. "Merry Christmas," she whispered in her daughter's ear and put the Yorkshire puppy on the pillow next to Tiffany. The puppy immediately began to stick her tongue into Tiffany's ear, whimpering and whining in excitement. "Oh my God!" Tiffany screeched, sitting up. "What is that?" "That's your Christmas present from Barry," Allison laughed. "Oh my God!" Tiffany squealed and picked up the wiggling beast. "Barry said you can name her whatever you want to," Allison said. "You don't want to know what I would name it," Charlie said from the doorway of Tiffany's bedroom. ---- "I'm not gay," the note said. David's mother fainted when she saw her son's body swing slowly back and forth. The note taped to his chest was the only suicide notes he left, the only clue of why he hung himself from the stair railing. ---- Georgette smiled her sunny smile as the teacher on duty took her hand and guided her down the hall to where the Christmas tree was. Mary watched as the small girl happily opened her presents. Each present was opened and the toy given hugs by the happy girl. "Is she, um, did the beating, when her mom beat her, did it give her, you know, um, brain damage?" Britney asked the teacher on duty. "Not at all," the teacher answered. "She's only three years old and she already knows her alphabet in sign language and in Braille." "Her mom, is she going to be coming for Georgette when she gets out of jail?" Mary asked. "No ma'am," the teacher said firmly. "So, so she can be adopted?" Mary asked. "Well, yeah, but it would have to be someone pretty special," the teacher said. "I mean, Georgette's going to have a lot of challenges ahead of her in life." "I know what you're thinking," Britney said as she drove down Highway 19. "I love her with all my heart," Mary said simply. "Fine, fine," Britney sighed. "You need to talk to Miss Sophia. She's Mr. Cecil's fiancé and she's like this really smart lawyer." "I mean, did you see her?" Mary asked. "Britney, she's got nothing and yet she's still happy!" ---- "Look, I know this doesn't make up for all the misery I put you through and all you had to put up with, year after year," James said as he handed Theresa a small box. "But I do want you to know how much I love you." "James, is this real?" Theresa asked. "It better be," James smiled as Theresa looked at the ruby ring. "James, we can't afford this," Theresa said. She may have been saying that, but James noticed that she wasn't letting go of it either. James wasn't going to say it, wasn't going to tell Theresa that the money he'd spent on her ring was the money he'd been socking away to pay for a divorce. When his whole world fell apart, he realized divorce from Theresa was the absolute last thing he wanted. "Try it on," he suggested. "All right," Thomas said as he unwrapped a new bass guitar, a Fender Precision bass, and not a copy. "That is a good one, right?" James asked. "The sales guy said it was." "You kidding?" Thomas said. "It's the best!" "Merry Christmas, Tommy," James said. "Thanks Dad," Thomas said. ---- Mary waved good-bye to Britney as she opened the door to the small house. Oddball Ch. 07c "Merry Christmas," she smiled as her parents looked at her from their perch on the couch. "And Merry Christmas to you too, Miss Santa's Helper have to run out of here at the crack of dawn," Leah teased. "I had to get Georgette her Christmas presents," Mary protested. "Come here, we want to tell you something," John smiled. ---- Chin Li swallowed her disappointment; John's gift was a fairly cheap ID Bracelet. She had hoped for a promise ring, or even an engagement ring. Dutifully, she pasted a smile on her face and fastened the bracelet to her wrist. ---- "Oh, Thomas!" Mary excitedly greeted the large youth as he stamped his feet in the bitter cold of DeGarde, Louisiana. Merry Christmas," he said and entered the warm house. "And Merry Christmas to you," He greeted Leah and John. "Come on, let's give them some 'alone time,'" John coaxed Leah. Thomas had stopped by the garage and told John what he planned for Mary's Christmas present. John had cried openly in front of the embarrassed Thomas, but agreed that Thomas could give Mary what he planned to give her. "What?" Mary asked, confused. "Why we need alone time?" "Well, we don't, really," Thomas said and got down on one knee. "But I guess they wanted us to have some privacy." "What are you doing?" Mary asked, baffled by everyone's strange behavior. "I'm asking you if you'd marry me, you oddball," Thomas smiled as he showed her the platinum engagement ring. The End of 'Oddball 07c.' Oddball Ch. 08 *Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 1 She looked around the hotel room and felt a shiver of delight, of apprehension. It was a long drive from DeGarde to New Orleans, but she was not tired in the least. She jumped guiltily when she felt his hand on her shoulder. "It's all right," she told herself. "It is God's will that you be here, that you be here with Thomas." "Can see the ship from here," he said and pointed out the balcony to the river. "Ooh, really?" she asked and ran to the balcony and looked out. Below her, the French Quarter teemed and pulsed with humanity. :Show us your tits!" some guy called out and she stepped back into the hotel room, shocked. "Good idea," Thomas laughed. "Show us your tits." "You, yes, him, no," Mary smiled and tried to reach the zipper. "Here, let me," Thomas said and pulled down the zipper. She steeled herself. He'd seen her breasts before, but it was always in the cramped quarters of his pick up truck and at night, where she would be cloaked by darkness. Here, in their hotel room, there were two bedside lamps, both on. She let the front of the dress fall, baring her white strapless bra and her flat belly to his gaze. He smiled in approval and she let the dress fall all the way off of her to pool at her feet on the floor. "Aw yeah," he groaned as she stood before him, dressed in white bra, white garter belt white stockings and white thong panties. Her white leather pumps completed the image of purity. "Still want to see them tits?" she smiled up at him. "Aw yeah," he smiled and she reached behind her and unclasped the bra. Her thirty B breasts were cone shaped and had no sag to them. Her nipples were small, dark, hard points. She cupped her breasts and smiled at him. "Anything else you want me to show you?" she playfully asked and slowly twirled around, showing him that her panties were a thong style. "Yeah, show me that smile again," he said and pulled her to him for a kiss. She could feel his hardness pressing against her torso and she smiled up at him. "Now, show me your dick," she demanded. "Mary!" Thomas laughed at her use of the vulgar word. "What?" she smiled, stroking his erection through his trousers. He shrugged out of his jacket, then pulled the tie off. "Hurry up, snap to it," she playfully ordered. She squealed as he easily picked her up and tossed her onto the hotel bed. "Leave them on," he ordered when she started to take off the high-heeled pumps. Finally, he stood before her, nude. Her eyes drank in the sight of his hairless, muscular chest, his washboard abdomen, the thick tuft of pubic hair, and his throbbing manhood. She vowed she would take a measuring tape to it and see exactly how long it was; if she had to guess, she'd say at least nine, maybe ten inches long and fat, almost too fat for her mouth. His testicles were two large orbs, full of his potent sperm for her womb. His legs were stout, muscular trunks and she smiled slightly; they were hairless. Football players taped up their legs; he'd told her, "You can either shave them, or let the tape rip the hair out, your choice. "Nice," she very slowly drawled. "Yeah?" he smiled and flexed a few times for her. "Nice," she said again. "Now, come here," he ordered and she scooted to the edge of the bed. He pulled her to her feet, then knelt down in front of her and pulled her white panties down, exposing her hairless slit to his gaze. Her excitement was very evident; the inner lips were fat and puffy, purple from all the blood in them and her inner thighs were slick with her excitement. "Mm," he sighed and glued his mouth to her hairless mound, gently pushing her into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "Here," he said and looped her legs over his very broad shoulders and again pushed his mouth to her pussy. His tongue entered her and she moaned aloud. He probed in and out, tasting her, sucking on her heavy pussy lips, and then tipping his tongue down to her anus. "Oh, God, yes!" she cried out as he found her clitoris. She shrieked once, trembled mightily, and then lay still. "No, no, leave them on," he begged as she again began to remove her shoes. "But Thomas, how'm I going to get my stocking off?" she giggled. "Leave them on too," he husked. "Oh!" she said, comprehension sinking in. He knelt to climb into the bed, but she took him into her mouth and slowly, looking up into his eyes, sucked his cock into her mouth, until the head of his cock rested against her throat. She fought the gag reflex, then slowly pulled her mouth off of him, until just the head of his cock rested in her mouth. She flicked her tongue over it several times, then again brought him to the throat opening and continued to pull him into her mouth. She never broke eye contact as she pulled him in deeper and deeper, until her snub nose pressed firmly against his pubic hair. "Here comes the bride," she hummed the wedding march as his cock rested fully down her throat. "Oh, aw, son of a bitch!" he grunted and began spewing his semen into her gullet. She pulled his cock out of her throat until just the head of his cock was in her mouth; she loved the taste of his semen and did not want to waste any of it. She held it in her mouth, savoring the taste of him, then swallowed. She stroked his cock, smiling up at him. He was still hard, still ready to make love to her. "Now, remember, this is my first time," she cautioned him as he knelt above her. She may have been lying underneath him, but she was the aggressor as she pulled his cock toward her pussy. "Oh!" they both groaned as she rubbed the head of his cock up and down the wet slit a few times, then fisted it into her pussy until she felt the head of it bump painfully against her hymen. "Do it," she whispered hoarsely. She remembered something Britney had told her at her wedding shower; men like it when you talk dirty to them. "Do it," she whispered, blushing hotly. "Fuck me with that big cock." "Mary!" he gasped aloud at her very uncharacteristic profanity. "Stick that hot meat in me, fuck me, Baby," she urged and he plunged into her. "Aieegh!" she screamed out in pain as her hymen burst. "Shh, shh, it'll be all right," Thomas soothed. Do it," she grunted in a guttural scream. He pulled back and lunged into her again and she screamed out in pleasure as more than half of his cock rested inside of her. "Finally!" she laughed out loud. "Oh, Baby! I've waited for this moment from the very first time I saw you!" "Oh, yeah!"" he groaned as his cock was trapped, held tightly by her small pussy. "Ah, oh, oh God!" she screamed as she felt the head of his cock bump against the mouth of her cervix. She flopped around underneath him then lay still after her orgasm subsided. She felt another orgasm well up, then pound her insides as she felt his sperm bubble and fill her womb to overflowing. "She came to, safe in his embrace. "I love you, oh God, I love you so very much, Thomas," she murmured and snuggled against him, smelling his erotic sweat smell. There was a new smell and she finally identified it; it was the smell of her blood, her virginity on his cock. "Did you, was I good?" she asked him, her eyes looking into his eyes for confirmation, approval. "Yeah, I don't know," he teased. "I think you might need some more practice," he said. "Okay," she readily agreed and pushed him onto his back. His cock was quick to respond to the sight of her crawling up between his legs. She took one of his large testicles into her mouth and tongued it lovingly. The other testicle was bathed by her small mouth as well, then his cock was cleaned thoroughly of their combined love juices." She stood up on the bed, legs spread wide so that she could straddle his hips. She looked into his eyes and smiled happily. "I love you; I've loved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you," she whispered, then took his cock into her small hand and pressed it to the opening of her pussy. "Uh!" he grunted as his cock was slowly forced into her tightness. Her small hands curled up into fists and she rested her forehead against his chest and continued to push him into herself. "Oh God, oh God, that is so...!" she groaned when she finally had all of his cock into her pussy. "Oh, hey, wait," he groaned. "Shouldn't we, let me put a condom on." "No," she very forcefully said. "It is our role, our duty as good Catholics." Then she burst out laughing. "Little late to be worrying about THAT now, huh?" she asked. An orgasm pummeled her and she squeezed her vaginal muscles around his cock, threw her head back and screamed out loud. "Fuck me," she gasped and wheezed when she was able to speak again. Shoot that hot come in me." "Mary," he laughed at her obscenities. "Make love to me," she whispered. "Make love to me, put your seed into my womb, make me a Mommy, please." He grunted and spewed his come into her pussy again. "How was that?" she smiled when his limp cock slithered out of her stretched, slimy pussy. "Or do I still need more practice?" "Yeah, that was better," he agreed and pulled her down for a hug. "Wow, making love is messy, huh?" she asked as his come dribbled out of her pussy. "Yeah, but worth it," he agreed. ---- Britney lay face down on her bed, still dressed in the bride's maid dress. One shoe lay on the floor where it had fallen off of her foot, the other was still on her foot. The room spun horribly, sickeningly. She'd toasted the bride and groom, tossed the champagne back and continued to toss back the champagne for the rest of the afternoon, even after her lover and her lover's new husband had left the reception hall. Finally, her sister guided her to the car and drove her home. She lay on the bed and sobbed, full of self-pity and self-loathing. Her lover. She and Mary had not been lovers for months, not since Christmas Day. The moment Thomas put the engagement ring on her finger, Mary saw making love with Britney as an acct of infidelity, of being unfaithful to Thomas. Big old butt hole," Britney sobbed, felt something catch in her throat, and then promptly vomited all the champagne and the cheap buffet food she'd consumed. "Mm, mm, mm," Allison pursed her lips as she sopped up the foul mess. "I'm sorry," Britney sobbed, even more consumed with self-pity and self-loathing. "Uh huh," Allison said. Britney missed Mary's sweet, tender kisses, her gentle hands, and her talented tongue. She'd tried to teach Oscar how to eat pussy, but, typical man, he was in too much of a hurry to do it right. In a fit of rage, rage against Mary, she'd made Oscar stick his large cock into her rectum. As if, somehow hurting her would hurt Mary. "Fucking bitch," she hissed as the waves of pain coursed through her raw and stretched anus. "Ah, God damn it!' she cried out. The pain was intense; beads of sweat had popped out all over her face. Oscar pushed another inch in and she gasped. Cautiously, she reached between her legs, felt him. He was less than halfway in her stretched, bleeding anus. "Want me to stop?" he asked. "Fuck me," she growled and tried valiantly to will her anus to relax, to accommodate his girth. "God damn bitch," she whispered into the upholstery of his car seat. Fucking hate you, you fucking bitch, fucking hate, God damn it, Mary!" Because he'd already come once in her pussy, he was able to pump in and out of her pained rectum for several minutes before finally shooting his semen into her bowels. They both laughed at how fogged up the windows had gotten; the deadly mosquito infestation made rolling down the windows impossible. He used a towel to wipe down the windows, then pushed the 'Defrost' to full blast. She pushed her panties into his shirt pocket and then sat down on the towel for the ride home. She planned on telling him good-bye; he was going to UCLA, out in California and she was going to Mississippi State, her daddy's alma mater. Of course, he said all the right things; he would e-mail her every day, they'd keep the same phone numbers they'd had in DeGarde so they could talk all the time and it would be a local phone call. But she knew she did not love him; didn't love him enough to spend the rest of her life with him. ---- John Ridgelow put the last box into the trunk of his car. His mother watched, tearfully, but didn't approach her baby boy. His father, who had been unable, or unwilling, to make eye contact with him, finally made eye contact with him. "Be careful," he said, then went inside. "He loves you," his mother whispered tremulously. "Fucking funny way of showing it," John spat. "Watch your mouth," his mother admonished him. "Bye," he said and hugged her tightly. His mother burst into sobs, loud wailing sobs, then ran inside. John wasn't really sure where he was going but life at home had become intolerable. "You're what?" his father had stammered. "I'm gay," John said again. "But, but, what, what about that little slant-eyed slut you're banging?" his dad stammered. "God damn it, Dad!" John groaned. "She is not a little slant-eyed slut! She's a very sweet little..." "Yeah, but you're fucking her, right?" his father had asked. "No, Dad," John sighed, seeing that it was pointless to continue. ---- Chin Li eased the zipper down after looking at her reflection one more time. She had to admit , she looked beautiful in the bride's maid dress. She'd been a bride's maid one other time; for her cousin and his bride had picked out the most hideous dress; a satin watermelon colored Victorian design. Mary, however, had picked a very soft blue color and a very simple A Line pattern. She had looked beautiful; Melissa had looked beautiful; Britney had looked beautiful. Boy, had Britney gotten hammered at the reception. Her cell phone rang and she pulled it out of her purse. John's number showed up and she frowned. They'd not dated for a few weeks now; both knew the relationship was over. The break up had been amicable enough; neither one really wanted to continue with the relationship. There was no passion, no spark. Any former attraction had long since faded. "Hello?" she asked. "Hey, just wanted to say 'bye,'" he said. "Leaving, you know?" "Where you going?" she asked. "Atlanta, I think," he said. "Kind of sucks, though; they got the Atlanta Falcons there, not the Saints." "Oh, okay, you take care of yourself," she said. "You too, Chin Li," he said. "For what it's worth, I did love you." "And I did love you too," she admitted. "I know," he said sadly. "I'm real sorry it didn't work out, it's just that..." And he was gone. She waited a moment to see if he would call back, then sighed and put the phone back into her purse. ---- She put a pad into the crotch of her panties. It was not her time of the month; but her pussy was still dribbling his seed and Mary did not want the embarrassment of a 'wet spot' in the seat of her jeans. She smiled as he pulled his shorts on. She used to wear long dresses that went from her throat to her ankles, and while she had relaxed her code of rests to include slacks and even the occasional pair of jeans, she did not believe she would ever be comfortable enough to wear shorts in public. "Damn, but I like the way you look in jeans," he admitted. "Yeah, Mr. Kowalski?" she asked playfully, wiggling her butt a little. "Yeah, Mrs. Kowalski," he said. She squealed happily at the sound of that magic word and he rolled his eyes at her. "It's true," she laughed happily. "It's really true; we're married!" "Uh huh, and at least one of us old married people is starving to death," he said. "Oh, can't have that," she said and grabbed her purse. They wandered around the French Quarter until the smells coming from one restaurant beckoned and they entered. "Looking over the menu, they both decided on roast beef po-boys. "I'd love to have a beer with it," Mary said. "But I bet they'd never sell it to me." "Don't know 'til you ask," Thomas said and smiled at the waitress. She savored the taste of the Dixie beer in its long neck bottle. The crisp clean taste complimented the sandwich perfectly. "Y'all got to go to Pat Ohs, get y'all some hurricanes," the waitress drawled as she put Thomas' change on the table. "What's a hurricane?" Mary asked. "It's this drink they got, I ain't real sure what all they got in it, but its goooood," the waitress laughed. They wandered around some more and found the bar the waitress told them about. One sip of the sweet drink, and Mary was hooked. Mary didn't know about her father's alcoholism, didn't know that sometimes the alcoholic gene runs in families. All she knew was that when that drink hit bottom, she felt good; she felt alive, and she wanted more. Three drinks later, Thomas dragged his drunken wife from the bar and back to their hotel room. ---- Georgette refused to let the staff member at the Lafayette School for the Deaf take off her new dress. Her Mommy had bought the dress for her, come to the school and dressed her in it, then taken her to where Mommy and Daddy got married. Mommy made her take her cane, because she was to go up the aisle ahead of Mommy, spreading the rose petals. Then they got food, good food, and there was even cake, but Mommy said it wasn't a birthday. Cake, and it wasn't even a birthday; this was the happiest day of her life. If she took the dress off, the day would be over. "Okay, you want to sleep in it, then sleep in it, you goof ball," Ms Wagner laughed and signed to the little girl. And then Mommy would come back in two weeks and take her to her new house. Two weeks was a long time. Chapter 2 "So how you feel?" Allison asked and Britney groaned. "Maybe next time won't drink so much?" Charlie loudly suggested. "Dad, please," Britney moaned. "Hey, I wanted to put on my Judas Priest album; your mother wouldn't let me," Charlie smiled. "Love you Mom," Britney said. "Yeah, nothing like some good old Unleashed in the East to get a hang over to really pounding," Charlie continued. "Good morning," Tiffany loudly called out as she dragged Lady into the house. Lady started her incessant yapping; she yapped whenever she saw Charlie. "Useless, useless animal," Charlie smiled down at the squirming, yapping beast. "Daddy, quit calling her that!" Tiffany laughed and stomped her foot. "Lady, bite him!" Charlie playfully rubbed the Yorkshire terrier's head and she frantically licked his hand. When Barry had called and asked if he could give Tiffany a puppy for Christmas, Charlie had told him to ask Miss Allison; it would be Miss Allison that would be taking care of the animal when Tiffany got tired of her. But so far, Tiffany had not shirked her duty as Lady's owner. "Please, please, make her shut up," Britney whined. "Hung over, are we?" Tiffany asked loudly. "Shut up, bitch," Britney shrilled. "Hey, hey, hey, none of that kind of language," Charlie angrily said. "You apologize to your sister!" "No!" Britney sullenly said. "Then go to your room until you can act civilized," Allison ordered. The remorse was almost instantaneous; in her room, Britney felt completely isolated from everyone. Loneliness gripped her and she hurriedly left the room. "I'm sorry," Britney said tearfully. "You're not a bitch; I don't know why I said that to you." "You know, you've been unhappy for a long time," Tiffany quietly mused. "If I could help you, I would, but I don't think I can, can I?" Britney looked at her for a long moment then shook her head no. Oddball Ch. 08 "Call Dr. Leblanc," Tiffany begged her. "Okay? Monday morning?" "Uh huh," Britney agreed and started sobbing. ---- "No, two weeks not over," Ms. Wagner signed into the little girl's hand. She then counted out that it would be thirteen more days, then Georgette's new Mommy would come get her. "Mommy," Georgette again tried to say the word out loud. "Very good," Ms. Wagner praised. She had impressed the judge when she said the word aloud; the judge said she was a very smart little girl. He'd also liked how she said 'Daddy.' What had really impressed him though, was that she already knew how to spell her last name. She signed it out for him, very slowly, so that he could understand; it was a very long name. "K, o, w, a, l, s, k, I," she spelled. "And how long did it take her to learn that?" he asked Mrs. Scott, the director of the Lafayette School for the Deaf. "Not as long as it took us," Mrs. Scott laughed. "Seriously, it took about a week for her to remember all the letters in their proper order." "Well, then," he smiled. "Be a shame for her to learn all of that and NOT sign this adoption decree, wouldn't it?" "Oh, thank you, your Honor," Mary said, dabbing at her tears. "Thank you, Jesus!" "Miss Farmer," he said. "I must admit, I am a little concerned about your youth; taking care of a deaf child is hard enough, and taking care of a blind child is also very demanding; but a deaf and blind child will be extremely difficult." "I understand, you Honor," Mary solemnly agreed. "But from the moment I met her, I knew her and I loved her." "Well, congratulations," he smiled again. "It's a girl." ---- Mary looked horrible at the breakfast buffet; how she looked was nowhere near how bad she felt. "I am never ever drinking again," she groaned, almost sobbing. "Or maybe not so many," Thomas suggested. "I feel like Death," Mary said. "Look in a mirror?" Thomas joked. "Shut up," Mary wadded up her napkin and threw it at him. "Well, guess the honeymoon's over," Thomas joked. "It better never end," Mary said. "I really don't think it will," he quietly said and squeezed her hand. ---- Chin Li smiled as she saw the Wertmullers in their customary pew. Her mother was busy with her three younger brothers and readily agreed to let Chin Li go sit with her friends. "How you feeling?" she asked Britney. "Like shit," Britney admitted. Once she'd become friends with the twins, she'd learned the little subtleties that defined the one twin from the other. Today, though, she was having no trouble telling the two apart. Tiffany was beautiful, blonde, and almost haughty. Britney, on the other hand, was softer in appearance and demeanor. Today Britney looked haggard, with dark circles under her eyes. After Mass, Britney's mother invited the girl over for lunch and Chin Li's mother very happily agreed. ---- By the time they'd ate their lunch, Mary's headache and nausea was but an unpleasant queasiness. She took several pictures of the French Quarter with her new digital camera, and then several more of the ship. Once the boarding began, she took more pictures. "Hey, let me take a few of you," he smiled. "You got plenty of me." "I wonder what Georgette's doing," Mary murmured to herself. "That's not much of a smile," Thomas called out. "Just thinking about Georgette," she called back. "Yeah?" he said. "And what about MY daughter?" "Nuh uh, MY daughter," she laughed. "That's more like it," he said and snapped her picture. ---- "Whew, boy, that's a diaper," John said to the wiggling, fussy infant. "Oh my God!" Leah laughed out loud. "I just thought of something!" "What's that?" John asked. "That we need to buy a couple clothespins?" "No, no," Leah laughed. "We're parents AND grandparents in the same month!" "Like I don't already feel old enough," John smiled as he sprinkled baby powder on John-John's bottom. "My baby girl's all grown up and married and a mommy..." "I wish George had lived to see it," Leah admitted aloud. He looked at her for a long moment. When his brother had been alive, Leah very seldom had anything pleasant to say about the man, or to the man. The nicest thing she could say about him was that he adored his niece and would do anything for her. "Yeah, me too," he admitted. "Course, he probably would have cried more than I did." "Probably," Leah said and held out her hands for John-John. "Oh, now that his diaper's all changed, now you want him?" John laughed. "I told you I'd change it," Leah smiled. ---- They sat on the bed and talked; Chin Li was ecstatic to discover that she and Britney were going to the same college in a few weeks. What was even funnier was that they were both going for the same reason; it was their fathers' alma mater. "Yeah, Tiffany's going to Berkeley, but she's just going there because Barry's going there," Britney said. "If he was going to Garbage University, she'd be going there too." "Where's Garbage University?" Chin Li asked. Britney smiled and shook her head. "No such place, I made that up," she admitted. "You should be a writer," Chin Li said. "You think so?" Britney asked and bounded off the bed. "I um, I wrote a bunch of poems and..." Chin Li read them carefully. Every now and then she'd look up and either ask for clarification or would make an observation. "This one, 'My Sweetest Kiss,'" Chin Li asked as she read the last poem. "Yeah, I wrote that right before Christmas," Britney admitted. "It's um, it's not about Oscar, is it?" Chin Li asked, not meeting Britney's eyes. "Um, no, no it's not," Britney mumbled. "It's about another girl, isn't it?" Chin Li asked. "Yes, it's about Mary," Britney admitted. "I would love, the way you describe, it must have been wonderful to be so in love, to be so happy with just a kiss, to just feel her hair with your fingers," Chin Li said. "To be happy just smelling her perfume..." "She didn't wear perfume," Britney said. "Oh!" Chin Li said, puzzled. "But here you say...Oh!" Britney was too embarrassed to laugh but after a moment Chin Li did. "Oh boy, I'm like so oblivious, huh?" she giggled. She grew serious and handed Britney the sheaf of papers. "But you do write so very well; I could feel the love, the happiness in your poems," she said. "Thank you," Britney said. "Thank you for sharing them with me," Chin Li said and squeezed Britney's hand. ---- Violet felt bad about just pulling up stakes and leaving; John Farmer had been not only a great boss, but also a good friend. But the wanderlust was calling her to head west. She put the note and his keys on the desk where he would see in on Monday morning. The Toyota Tundra held her and all of her belongings. One of her character strengths was that she did not attach sentimentality to objects. Birthday cards were read, the messages were appreciated, then she threw them away. Impractical gifts, mementos, keepsakes were likewise discarded. Some that had loved the young woman also saw this trait as a character flaw. ---- Mary smiled as she sat down with her plate of food. "Hi, I'm Mary Kowalski," she said. "My husband will be here in just a minute; he's loading up." "Looks like you did a pretty good job of loading up yourself," Mona Walberg laughed. "Well, yeah, but it all looked so good," Mary laughed. "It is, it is," Stanley Walberg agreed. "I'm Stanley Walberg, my wife Mona." "Thomas Kowalski," Thomas smiled as he set down his plate. "We're on our honeymoon," Mary smiled happily. "Well, congratulations; us too," Stanley smiled. "Oh stop it, we are not!" Mona laughed. "Okay, I am; she's not," Stanley smiled. The foursome chatted in between bites; both couples laughed merrily at the fact that they were all from DeGarde, Louisiana. "I mean, you tell most people DeGarde and you get blank stares," Mona laughed. "Well, other than Lafayette, I've never even been out of DeGarde before," Mary admitted. "Honey, I got a feeling you're going to go a lot of places," Stanley said. "Shut up, he thinks he's a comedian; we're on a cruise, of course you're going a lot of places," Mona said. "They got dancing on this ship?" Mary asked. "Me and Thomas went to our Spring Prom and that was so much fun, then we had dancing at our wedding and..." "Grand Ballroom is on this deck, toward the aft," Mona said. "Stanley doesn't know it yet, but he's taking me right after dinner." "Oh I'd love to," Stanley said, pointing to the buffet. "But dinner isn't over yet until that thing is empty." "'All you can eat' is not a dare, honey," Mona said. "It's not?" Stanley asked. ----"So do you have any...of course you don't; you just got married," Mona began. "Actually, yes we do," Mary smiled and dug out her picture of Georgette. "This is Georgette; she's three years old, going to be four in September, September twelfth." "Oh how cute," Mona praised. "And she knows sign language?" In the picture, Georgette was smiling widely and holding up her thumb, index, and pinky fingers, the American Sign Language sign for 'I Love You.' "Yes, she's deaf," Mary smiled sadly. "Blind and deaf." "Oh, my goodness," Mona gasped. "Congenital" "No, no, her birth mother tried to beat her to death," marry said, a sob catching in her throat as tears threatened to spill. "She wouldn't stop crying, so her mother took a baby bottle and..." "So we adopted her," Thomas finished the short tale. "Yes, she already knows how to spell 'Kowalski,'" Mary smiled proudly. "And she's not even four yet?" Stanley smiled. "I'm impressed; I'm almost fifty and I don't know how to spell Kowalski." "You're almost sixty, Honey," Mona said. She smiled at Mary and slid the picture of Georgette back. "You know, I really believe it was God that put us on this cruise together," she said. "I am a Pediatric neurosurgeon; I specialize in cochlear implants. If it is possible, we may be able to help your little girl hear again." "Oh, isn't Jesus good?" Mary gasped. "Mary!" Thomas gasped, highly embarrassed at his wife's faux pas. "What?" Mary asked, clueless. "Walberg?" Thomas groaned. "They're Jewish." "Yes, we are," Stanley, laughed. "But our daughter, Dee, our daughter is Christian. Catholic, in fact." "And Jesus was Jewish," Mona laughed. "So, yes, Mary, Jesus is good." "See?" Mary said to Thomas. "Yes, Jesus is good," Thomas shook his head. "So, dessert, or dancing?" Stanley asked. "There's dessert?" Mary asked excitedly. Chapter 3 "Get away from me, you big butt hole," Melissa giggled as Jim's rough beard scratched her belly. "Leave me alone, at least 'til you shave." She spread her legs wide as he pressed his mouth to her very wet slit. "Oh God, Baby," she grunted as he began lapping earnestly at her pussy. She tensed up for the orgasm that was welling up in her, then he stopped and she gasped, looking at him. "Sorry, I'll go shave now," he teased. "Damn it, you butt hole!" she yelled at him. She glared up at his smirking face as he slid his erection into her. "You think you're so...oh!" she moaned as he shifted his weight and pressed his erection against her clitoris. "What was that?" he smirked. "Shut up and fuck me," she said and jammed her tongue into his mouth. "Ew!" he complained when she released him. "New invention out, called a toothbrush." "Oh, shut up," she breathed into his face. She locked her skinny legs around him and grunted in orgasm. "Oh yeah," he sighed and began to shoot long streams of his semen into her pussy. "Now, go shave, butt hole," she said. "What you want for breakfast?" "Eggs and bacon is fine," he said and gave her another kiss before dismounting. She pulled her robe on and padded into the apartment's kitchen. Daddy had offered to buy them a house, but Jim said he wanted to be the one to buy them a house. She had her own money; she could have bought them a house, but she knew her husband's fragile male ego would never stand for that. She timed it perfectly; the eggs were being slid onto the plate next to the six strips of bacon and the two slices of whole-wheat toast when Jim took his seat at the head of the table. "Baby, I know you're trying to do the right thing," Jim lightly complained. "But I HATE whole wheat bread." "Tough, eat it and smile," Melissa said. "It's better for you than that white bread stuff." "Yeah but that white bread stuff tastes so much better," Jim argued. "Shut up it does not!" Melissa said lightly and began to eat her bagel and cream cheese. "Stuff tastes like cardboard." He used the toast to sop up the egg yolk and made faces at Melissa to let her know he did not like the taste of the toast. She shook her head at his immaturity. "You'll thank me when you're in your sixties and your colon not all stopped up with that white bread junk," she said as she picked up his plate. "Uh huh, he said and untied her robe. "Or," she giggled. "You'll thank me now." "You brush your teeth?" he asked. "When're I had time?" she asked as she sat down on his erect cock. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. She wiggled as she felt his hands cup her bony buttocks. "And you're worried about my breath, sticking your finger in THERE?" she whispered as he wormed a finger into her tightly clenched anus. "Going to stick something else in there," he whispered to her. "Nuh uh," she playfully complained. "You stick your weenie in there, you'll be late again." They sat, just enjoying the feeling of each other. She tensed and relaxed her vaginal muscles and shuddered in a mild orgasm. "I love you, Baby," she whispered in his ear. "Love you too, Sweetheart," he whispered back. "You know, Mary and Thomas are already parents; what you think about us having a kid?" she whispered, and then jammed her tongue into his ear. "Aw, shit," he grunted and unleashed a torrent into her. "Oh!" she sighed in pleasure. ---- "Seems to me we already had this conversation," Melanie LeBlanc mused as Britney told her of her unhappiness. "Yeah, I just feel so, so, damn it, what's the word?" Britney said, slapping her hand to her leg in frustration. "Trapped?" Melanie offered. "That's it!" Britney exclaimed. "So, what would break you free?" the doctor asked. "If Mary would come back to me," Britney said. "Well, that's not very likely is it?" Melanie asked. "No, she's like all happy in love with Thomas," Britney sullenly said. "So, going to have to be something else," the doctor urged. "Well, it doesn't matter; I'm leaving for Mississippi State in four weeks," Britney shrugged. "Uh huh, and that's just a geographic change; it doesn't change what's going on inside of you," the woman shook her head. "Am I, am I going to be like this for the rest of my life?" Britney asked, tears running down her face. "What, unhappy? Or gay?" the doctor asked. "What?" Britney shrieked. "You do know that you're gay, right?" Melanie asked. "Well, I know I'm bisexual, but..." Britney stammered. "If you want to stick to that definition, that's fine," Melanie shrugged. "But I'm not, am I?" Britney conceded. "I really don't believe so, Britney," Melanie smiled sympathetically. "I mean, you've come here three times this month and not once have you mentioned your boyfriend, even though you two are sexually active." ---- John sadly shook his head; he had expected this day to roll around. Violet had spent more time looking out the garage bay doors than she did looking inside of the automobiles' engines. He dialed the number of her cell phone. Just as he expected, it rang twice, then switched over to her voice mail. "Hey, just wanted to let you know you'll be missed," he said, forcing his voice to remain positive, upbeat. "Just let me know where to send your last paycheck, okay?" Leah was a little disappointed to hear that Violet had moved on; even though the woman was coarse, vulgar, she was a good worker, and had made it possible for John to attend his A.A. meetings and more importantly, allowed John to come home every now and then to help out with John-John. "And what is it that y'all say all the time?" she finally said to John. "This too shall pass?" "Don't go quoting my meetings back at me, woman," he laughed. "I swear, you black belt Alanson are brutal!" "Uh huh, I'll say a prayer for her," Leah smiled. "And you better say a prayer for YOU, calling me a black belt Alanson like that!" ---- Georgette did not understand what Mommy and Daddy were telling her but Dr. Walberg was very nice and hugged her a lot and let her play with the tongue depressor and some other stuff. She giggled and tried to get away as the nice woman put something cold inside of her ear. "No, no, stay still; I'm trying to see what's in there," Mona laughed. She then looked inside of the girl's other ear and concluded her examination. "MRI looks good, CAT scan looks good," Mona said and smiled at the young couple. "So we can... she'll be able to have the implants done?" Mary asked. "Absolutely," Mona smiled widely. "Praise Jesus for He is good!" Mary whispered fervently. "Yes, yes he is," Mona laughed and accepted the girl's hug. "I think I'll have that made into a sign, 'Jesus is good.'" Georgette was thrilled; they stopped at McDonald's for lunch. After eating her hamburger, Mommy took her outside and let her slide on the slide and crawl through the tunnel. "Your daughter is beautiful, the young girl said as she cleaned up the hamburger wrappers and drink containers that earlier customers had left in the play area. "Thank you," Mary smiled proudly. "Yes you are a beautiful girl," the employee praised and then looked at Mary, puzzled that the girl did not react. "She's blind and deaf," Mary said. "Oh sweet Jesus," the girl said. "Is she really?" "But, as you said, she is a beautiful girl," Mary smiled. She guided Georgette to the slide's steps and urged the girl to climb up. "But we're taking her in for surgery on Monday; the doctor's going to do an implant and then she'll be able to hear again," Mary smiled as Georgette bravely slid down the slide. "I'll say a prayer for her," the girl promised. "Oh thank you!" Mary enthused. "Jesus is good; He will be there with Georgette just as He is with all of us." "Yes ma'am," the girl agreed. Mary signed into the girl's hand and laughed as Georgette signed, "Jesus loves me." "What? What'd she say?" the girl asked. "Jesus loves me," Mary smiled. "Yes ma'am, I'll say a prayer for her," the girl said and left the play area. ---- Britney watched Mary and Georgette, feeling her heart tightens and tighten until she was sure it was going to stop altogether. She sat, not wanting to take her eyes off of the beautiful young woman, and wishing she could take her eyes off her. Thomas came outside and blocked Mary from sight as he stood by and watched their daughter play. Britney started her car and pulled out of the McDonald's parking lot and drove two blocks over to the Clark's Drive-in. A girl, dressed in the drive-in's uniform of short red shorts and tight white tee shirt skated up to her car, sassy smile on her face, chomping away on bubble gum. "Hey, just a burger, with every thing and a chocolate malt," Britney ordered. "Yes ma'am," the girl smiled and swiveled around. "Britney watched the girl's rear end as she skated away. Her cell phone buzzed; she'd had it on vibrate mode while she was in the doctor's office. "Hey, what you doing?" Chin Li asked. "Sitting at Clark's, you?" Britney smiled. Packing my suitcases again," Chin Li laughed happily. "I am SO ready to get out of here!" Oddball Ch. 08 "Yeah, I kind of keep packing mine too, then I remember 'oh, I want this top,' then I got to unpack everything and start all over, Britney laughed. "And you know winter will be here before the end of the semester so you got to pack that too," Chin Li mused aloud. "Shit, I'm going to need another suitcase," Britney complained. "Yeah, me too; maybe Wal-Mart has a cheap one," Chin Li said. "Pick you up as soon as I finish my lunch," Britney said. ---- "I fucking hate ties," Jim cursed to himself as he sat at his desk to while away the next eight or nine hours. Hank Schaub, his father insisted, cajoled, bribed and bullied him until Jim finally agreed to come work for him. He hated every minute of it; hated having to wear suits and ties every day, hated sitting behind a large desk, shuffling papers back and forth, hated the monotonous inactivity of it all. "Daddy says you're doing such a good job," Melissa enthused. "Really?" Jim wondered. "I don't do ANYTHING! The bar must have been set extremely low." Denise softly knocked on the doorjamb, breaking Jim out of his near-trance state. "Need anything, Mr. Kowalski?" Denise asked, seductive smile on her lips as she toyed with the buttons of her blouse. Hank had laughed when Jim looked at Denise, then at his father. "Yeah, she's something, huh?" Hank said. "I don't do nothing, but damn! It is nice to just look and daydream." "No, not really," Jim returned her smile. "Yes, God damn it!" he thought. "I need something to do! I'm losing my ever loving mind here!" Denise smiled her sensuous smile, turned on her very high heel and slowly strolled back to her seat at the small rotunda that sat in front of his door and the door of the president of the company, Hank Schaub. "Slithered," Jim thought. Slithered, like a snake; the woman slithered rather than walked. She gave Jim a real sense of discomfort, of unease. She sat, adjusted her stockings, and then looked over to make sure that she had Mr. Schaub's attention, had Mr. Kowalski's attention. Jim picked up the phone and hit '1' on the speed dial. "Hi," his wife answered the phone on the first ring. "I want to bend you over and slide my dick in you and fuck you," Jim husked into the phone. "Oh that sounds so good," Melissa moaned in reply. "But my husband will be home at six; think we'll be finished before he gets home?" "Yeah, I only last about ten, fifteen seconds," Jim laughed. "Gee, that's still about five, ten seconds longer than my husband; come on over," Melissa laughed. They chatted for a few more minutes, then Melissa had to go; a client had walked into the drug store. Hank stuck his head into Jim's office, smile on his face. "About to lose your mind here?" he asked. "Yes," Jim said. "About to change," Hank smiled wider. "Just got off the phone with Cathy Villeaux; DeGarde National Bank's doing a branch on Highway 19 South. Congratulations, you're the project manager." "Do project managers wear ties?" Jim asked warily. "Only if they want the men laughing at them," Hank agreed. "Then baby, I'm your man," Jim laughed happily. Hank smiled; Denise was 'stretching' to reach something in the back of the file cabinet, her skirt stretched tightly over her delectable rump. He nearly walked into the doorjamb as he stared at the beautiful sight. She smiled knowingly over her shoulder as she pulled the file folder out and closed the drawer. "Mr. Kowalski?" she asked as she stepped into the young man's office. "Here are the materials and the building codes and grades for the DeGarde National Bank project." Her breasts threatened to spill out the front of her blouse as she bent over to put the file on his desk. "Thank you," Jim smiled, looking into her eyes, instead of at her chest. ---- Georgette clutched her doll as they drove home. She was fussy and cranky; it had been a long day for her. "I think someone needs a nap," Mary said. "But I'm not tired," Thomas teased. "You will be; is your mother home?" Mary asked, lightly rubbing his leg. "God, I hope not," he groaned. The Kowalskis were staying with his parents until they moved to Missouri River University, home of the Missouri River Pioneers. Mary and Thomas slept in his room; Georgette had Jim's old room. "Me too," Mary whispered. "You are quite loud, you know that?" "Me?" he asked. "Me? Oh no, Missy, I'm nowhere near as loud as you are!" "Oh no!" Mary gasped. She leaned close to Thomas. "What are we going to do when Georgette can hear us?" she whispered. "Turn up the music," he suggested. "Or learn to scream a little quieter." ----"As long as I waited to give myself to you?" she asked. "Learning to scream quieter isn't an option." "Hope it was worth the wait," he teased. ""Yeah, I guess," She shrugged. "Think you need some more practice, though." Chapter 4 "Tell Daddy 'Bye,'" Mary told Georgette. "Tell him we'll see him in two weeks." "Bye Daddy, I love you, we'll see you in two weeks, bye," Georgette called out. "Damn it, I don't want to leave y'all," Thomas complained. "Honey, training camp's already started; the coach let you wait a week for the operation," Mary reminded him. "I know, but I don't want to leave y'all, I miss y'all already," he complained. "I miss you too, but we knew this was going to happen when we got married," Mary said. "And it's just two weeks and then we'll be there." "Bye, sweetheart, Daddy loves you," Thomas said and kissed his daughter. "Bye, I love you, see you in two weeks," Georgette smiled. "You are such a smart girl," Thomas praised. "Tell him, 'I know, I get it from my Mommy,'" Mary told her. "I know, I get it from my Mommy," Georgette giggled. They stood outside of the house and watched as he pulled out of the driveway. Mary smiled through her tears as she waved until she could no longer see the truck. Inside, she was dying; her period had been two days late and she had hoped and prayed that she was pregnant, but then it came. "Ride my bike," Georgette demanded. "Okay, just on the sidewalk," Mary cautioned as the girl pulled out her tricycle. "Look, Mommy, I go fast!" Georgette called out as she pumped her fat little legs as hard as she could. "And she'll be grown up before you even know it and leaving you to go to college," Theresa Kowalski tearfully said from behind Mary. "Yep," Jim said as he and Melissa stepped out of the house. Whee! Look at her go!" "Yep, my niece, the speed demon," Melissa laughed. "Your niece? That's my niece," Jim argued. "That's far enough, turn around," Mary called out, ready to sprint should her daughter need her assistance. "She is beautiful," Melissa praised as the smiling girl executed a turn and came racing back toward them. "Look at that smile," Jim said. "She is something, huh?" "And she'll be gone before you know it," Theresa said again. ---- Barry's mother was busy. Busy with what, he did not know, nor did it matter much. It had been the pattern for much of his life; she always put his needs and wants far behind those of her own needs and wants. The sole reason she had fought so bitterly for custody of him when his parents divorced was because his father had wanted custody. He pocketed the money she'd left for him on the kitchen table. She was usually pretty good about that; using money in the stead of affection, or concern, or compassion. He didn't look around; the house held no fond memories for him even though he had lived there for all of his eighteen years. He got into his car; a graduation gift from his dad and Dad's wife, DebbiAnn. THAT, that little bit of information drove his mother absolutely nuts, when Dad had married the nineteen-year-old cheerleader. "I mean, seriously," she had shrilled. "What can he possibly do with a little nineteen year old tramp?" "As much as possible," Barry muttered. He drove down to I-10 and headed west. ---- "Be careful, call us when you get there, call if you need anything," Allison tearfully told Tiffany. "Take your useless dog with you," Charlie called out. "Daddy, she's not useless!" Tiffany screamed, bursting into tears. "I know she's not," Charlie hastened to reassure her, hugging her tightly. "I don't want to leave; I'm not going to college," Tiffany sobbed, clinging onto her father. "No, no, you're going to college," he said. "But what about Lady?" she sobbed. "Mom and I will keep her here; you can get her when you get out of college," he assured her. "Maybe," he said as he walked off. "Daddy!" she screamed at him. "I'm just kidding," he said, picking up the yapping animal. "You can have her back when you graduate." "Bye, I love you," Britney hugged her sister. "I love you too," Tiffany said. "You leaving tomorrow?" "Uh huh, pick up Chin Li at eight and driving until we get there," Britney said. She lowered her voice. "What they say about Chinese drivers? I swear it's true; she scares me half to death!" she said. "It's like she has no peripheral vision at all!" "Have fun," Tiffany said and gave another wave before she got into her car. "Bye, I love you," Britney called out as Tiffany backed out of the driveway. ---- "There's that beautiful granddaughter," Leah smiled as Georgette and Mary entered the house. "Hi Grandma," Georgette called out. "Where John-John?" "He's sleeping; babies need a lot of sleep," Leah smiled and pulled the girl up into her lap. "Well wake him up; I want to play," Georgette demanded. "No, he's sleeping," Mary, said. "You're not very nice when I wake you up, are you? Well why would you want to wake him up?" "'Cause I want to play!" Georgette whined. "Thomas left for MRU this morning," Mary told Leah. "And you're flying out there on...?" Leah asked, lightly rocking her granddaughter. "The nineteenth," Mary said. "Well can I play with his toys?" Georgette asked. "No, not until he wakes up," Mary said. "In fact, I think it's time for a certain little girl to have a nap too." "No!" Georgette argued. "Yep, someone's pretty cranky," Leah said and kissed the girl's forehead. "I not cranky, you are," Georgette argued. ---- John smiled as Henry finished the front-end alignment, and then brought the car back down. The man was slow as molasses, but when he finished a job, you know it was done right. The man was meticulous, paid attention to every single detail and would not stop until either he or the job were finished. Plus that, he had seventeen years of sobriety. "Sobriety ain't for sissies," Henry smiled. "No sir, it ain't," John agreed. ---- There was no tearful good bye when Chin Li left her parents' home; in fact, her brother Quan had said, "Good by, butt hole," as she was leaving. Her father had muttered something about being proud of her, but she knew it was just empty words. Her mother muttered the same thing, but Chin Li knew that she had been a disappointment to both parents when she had been born female and that neither one had ever given her a second thought after Gee had been born. She smiled widely when she saw Britney's car approaching. "What's wrong?" she asked when she saw Britney's red eyes. Britney couldn't answer her, just waved her hand impatiently. ---- Melissa looked at the strip again, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming. The blue plus sign smiled up at her. It wasn't a dream. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she chanted as he hurried into the bedroom. "Jim was sound asleep, but who could sleep at a time like this? He jostled awake when she jumped on top of him and began kissing his face frantically. "Guess what, guess what, oh my God, guess what, oh my God, you'll never guess," she babbled in his ear. "Whew, okay, I'll guess; I guess we're out of toothpaste," he grumbled and wrestled her to the bed. "Careful, I'm going to be a mommy," she shrilled as he began to tickle her. Chapter 5 Britney didn't like her roommate, Suzie; thankfully, she would be in the dormitory for only one more semester, then she could see about getting an apartment off-campus. She' had thought about joining one of the sororities on the campus, but none of them appealed to her; or rather, none of the sisters that she'd met appealed to her. "Sorry, Honey, I already know how to think for myself," she told one girl that was trying to sign up pledges. "That's not very nice," the girl said in as snotty a tone as she could muster. "Truth rarely is," Britney had said and kept walking. Oscar had finally gotten the message; their relationship was over. There were no tears shed on her end. She went out on dates occasionally but hadn't found any replacement for Mary. Chin Li tolerated her roommate; the girl was trying her best to sleep with every male on the campus so she was rarely in the room. Chin Li had told Reagan what she did outside of room three nineteen was her business. What she did in room three nineteen was Chin Li's business and if it broke any of the campus rules, Chin Li would not hesitate to call the dormitory monitor and report Reagan. "I'm here for an education, not popularity," she told the girl. "Jeez, just 'cause no one wants to fuck you, don't have to be such a bitch about it," Reagan sneered. ---- Tiffany LOVED California; she was made for the beach. Her grades were horrible; she was rarely in class. Her relationship with Barry was over as well. She had walked in and caught him in bed with a bone thin bespectacled girl, one of his classmates in Computer Science, Theory And Application. As far as she knew, Barry and Megan, or Morgan, or whatever the geek's name was, were still together. The surf was beginning to pick up again so she grabbed her board and ran out into the waves. ---- Oscar heard a knocking sound; it was getting louder so he finally looked for a garage near campus. "What a small world," he smiled as he saw a familiar pair of legs sticking out from underneath a car. She slid out from underneath the car, looked up at him, did a double take and smiled. "Hey," Violet said. "What's up?" ---- Mary drove home, blinking back the tears. "Why God?" she quietly asked. "I'm a good Catholic; I've always believed in you and always loved you, why?" Georgette sang some nursery rhyme from the back seat. "How about McDonald's for lunch?" she called out and Georgette readily agreed. "Thank you, Father," she thought as she put on the turn signal. "At least Thomas and I have her." The doctor in Colfax Missouri had been sympathetic but Mary did not want sympathy. She wanted solutions; she wanted the situation to change "So, this is it," she thought as she stood in line, holding Georgette's hand. The doctor had told her that her ovulation cycle was extremely irregular, even though her menstrual cycle was regular; that was why she and Thomas had not been able to conceive. In his opinion, they would never be able to conceive. "You know what?" she said aloud. "I have a little girl; that's a lot more than a lot of people will ever have; I better be grateful for what I do have and quit looking at what I don't have." "Absolutely," the woman in front of her said. "Oh, I'm sorry; you must think I'm this complete oddball, I'm talking to myself," Mary laughed out loud. "No ma'am," the woman smiled. "I talk to myself all the time. But it does help to make a gratitude list." Just them, Georgette dropped her cane; Mary and Thomas were encouraging her to rely more on the cane and not rely entirely on them. She bent over to assist Georgette. "The doctor is wrong," the woman said. "What?" Mary asked, surprised, and turned around. The woman was gone. "Ma'am, can I take your order?" a girl was asking her. "Um, what happened to that...? Did you see a woman standing here?" Mary asked. "Um, no, no ma'am," the girl replied, confused. "Jesus is good," Mary smiled. "Um, yes, yes ma'am, He is," the girl agreed. "Can I take your order?" The End of the Oddball series.