5 comments/ 87054 views/ 36 favorites The Broussard Sisters Ch. 01 By: JimBob44 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. **Author's Note: If you are looking for a story of lots and lots of gratuitous sexual activity, this isn't it. Even though this is in the 'Group Sex' Category, it is a slowly developing romance. Romance seemed to be missing from many of the stories I've read in that category, so I decided to write one. * Saint Thomas Aquinas High School in Bender, Louisiana was getting ready for the second half of the school year; Christmas break had come to an end. The thirty-four students in the senior homeroom chattered loudly, catching up with one another, telling each other what they'd gotten for Christmas, where they'd gone for vacation. Candy and Cindy Broussard entered the classroom, but no one paid them any mind. They were used to that; they didn't fit into any clique in their high school. They sat together and continued their conversation. Cindy did look around and her heart did a little flip-flop at the sight of Paul Robichaux. He was so handsome, tall at six foot two, fourteen inches taller than her, with blond hair cut into a crew cut, laughing blue eyes twinkling. If he wasn't already handsome enough, when he smiled, which he did often, his left cheek had a dimple in it. His face was square, strong. His shoulders were broad from athletics, and from hard work. He was a full back on the St. Thomas football team, a guard on the basketball team, and played second base for the baseball team. And found time to help his father on the car lot, as well as maintain a solid 'B' grade point average. Cindy Jenson, Paul's girlfriend looked over at Cindy Broussard and made a point of goggling at the red head, drawing the laughter of her little entourage. Cindy Broussard blushed a hundred shades of red and looked back to Candy, who was blushing as well. She too had been staring at Paul. No, the Broussard sisters didn't get much attention, and when they did, it was usually negative. Chapter 1 In 1989, Bill Broussard and his wife, Emily, had bought the three bedrooms, two-bathroom house on Cort Street when he'd been hired on at the mattress factory. The move from Baylor Lake to Bender was a forty mile one, but for the man who had been looking for work for the past nine months, it was a huge step forward. From the back seat of their car, Cynthia prattled on and on, asking a million questions and not waiting for any reply. Finally, they pulled up to their new home and backed into the driveway. "We're here!" Cindy announced needlessly. From next door, Jake Broussard and his wife Bobbi, came out to meet their new neighbors. Behind them, five-year-old Cassandra followed. "How do?" Jake greeted Bill. "I'm Jake Broussard, my wife Bobbi, my daughter Candy." "I'm Candy," Candy said, as if there would be any doubt about who was the daughter, who was the wife. From behind Emily, Cindy peered shyly out at the blonde haired girl. She smiled when she saw Candy looking at her. Candy smiled back and they both giggled when they realized they both had a slightly buck toothed grin. "I'm Bill Broussard, my wife Emily, and our daughter Cindy," Bill smiled and the two men shook hands. "Need a hand with anything?" Jake asked. "Van's on it's way, but got a bunch of men doing the hard work," Bill said. "Well, you're not going to feel like cooking," Bobbi said to Emily, "Y'all come on over at six for dinner, hear?" "Oh that's so sweet!" Emily accepted. "Want to come see my room? I've got all kinds of dolls," Candy asked Cindy and the two girls ran to the house. ---- Bill and Jake drove into work together each morning, Emily managed to get on at First Union Bank, and Bobbi, being a 'stay at home' mom, watched the two girls. Summer came to an end and both Candy and Cindy were enrolled into Kindergarten classes at Saint Richard Elementary School. "Cassandra Broussard," Mrs. Mouton called out and Candy answered. "Cynthia Broussard," Mrs. Mouton called out and Cindy answered. "Are you two sisters?" Mrs. Mouton smiled at the two little girls that sat next to each other. They looked at each other, smiled widely and looked back at Mrs. Mouton and nodded in unison. "Yes Ma'am," they both agreed. Their parents chided them for telling a fib in school, but none of the parents were really mad at the girls. ---- When they hit puberty, it appeared that Candy and Cindy were doing their best to be sisters. The bumps on their chests were matched by the bumps on their faces; puberty brought on horrible acne for them both. They also needed braces; most of their peers picked on them unmercifully for the buck toothed grins the girls sported. They wore their hair identical to each other, shoulder length, parted on the left, had the same color bookracks (blue, their favorite color), and even wore the same size uniforms. More than one morning, Emily would call Bobbi and beg the other woman to 'borrow' one of Candy's uniforms, none of Cindy's was clean, or one needed a button, or whatever the excuse was. ---- "This is it!" Candy excitedly told Cindy when they entered their Senior Homeroom at St. Thomas Aquinas. "We're seniors this year! No more being losers!" "Uh huh," Cindy said. She didn't believe that being seniors would change their status one iota. As far as most of the other students were concerned, the Broussard Sisters were losers, had always been losers, and would always be losers. She wasn't exactly sure why. They weren't ugly, both had small round faces, warm brown eyes, snub noses and nice enough personalities. The braces hurt horribly, but it was worth it. Their smiles were no longer the buck toothed grins, but were straight, white smiles. Both girls religiously scrubbed their faces with the medicated scrub their doctor prescribed and the results were getting there, but there wasn't much either one could do about their Thirty one A chests, twenty nine inch waists, or thirty four inch hips. "We look like pears," Cindy had told Candy as they stood in their bathing suits and looked in the department store mirror. "We are a pair," Candy laughed. "Not that kind, goober," Cindy said. "Pears, like the fruits, you know?" Candy looked again and had to agree. Their hips were wider than their busts, and their thighs were like tree trunks. Even if they hadn't been so short, it would still be hard to disguise their pear shaped bodies. "Want to pad them?" she asked, pointing to her chest. "You can if you want, I'm not going to," Cindy said. "That's stupid, like no one can tell, you know I mean, look at Molly, and it's so obvious.?" "Yeah, you're right," Candy said and looked again at her small chest. They are pretty, though," Cindy mused and looked again at the blue bikinis they were trying on. "Let me guess," Bobbi smiled as the girls came out of the dressing room. "Blue, right?" "Well, of course," both girls rolled their eyes. ---- True to Cindy's premonition, Senior Year did not bring on any newfound popularity for the Broussard Sisters. Paul Robichaux did not push his girlfriend aside and walk across the room to tell one or the other one of them that he had been blind and stupid not to see their overwhelming beauty. None of the males did. The eighteen-year-old girls spent every Friday and Saturday night at home with each other and their families. Chapter 2 Paul Robichaux met Cindy Jensen at the same time that every one else in Bender, Louisiana did. Her father, Doug Jensen, recently divorced, moved her and her older brother to Bender from Oakland, California, when he was hired on as a third shift supervisor at the mattress factory. She sashayed into the ninth grade, strutting with all the confidence of a queen over her minions. As far as she was concerned, she, being from California, was so much better than these alligator humping Cajuns. But one look into Paul's blue eyes and that smug superiority evaporated. "Hey, I'm Paul Robichaux," he said and smiled. "I'm Cindy, we just moved here from California," she said. They went to the movies in Lafayette that weekend, she let him kiss her, and they were an exclusive item ever since. Candy and Cindy Broussard watched as Paul and Cindy entered the Senior Year homeroom, holding hands, even though the students' handbook specifically said that you weren't supposed to do that, and if Brother Dominick caught them, they could get a detention. Both sighed under their breaths, looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders in defeat. Homecoming Prom came and went and neither of the two was asked by any of their peers. They stayed at home and played Scrabble with their parents. Jake was a consummate cheater, making up words as he went. They laughed and screamed when Candy actually won for the second time in a row, and popped popcorn. Then they went to bed and dreamed of having been asked to the Prom by Paul. Paul Robichaux and Cindy Jensen were, of course, the King and Queen of the Prom, and both girls had to agree, the student body had made the right choice. ---- Candy felt the sting of tears coming on when she heard the gossip; after the prom, Cindy had let Paul go all the way. Now she would never be able to win him away from Cindy Jensen. Once a boy had gone all the way, he was that girl's for the rest of time. Or so she assumed. None of her other peers had gone all the way. If they had, they weren't talking about it. Christmas break did nothing to break the barrier between the Broussard's and the rest of their peers. They seemed to be as invisible as ever. ---- "We need to talk, okay?" Cindy Jensen told Paul as the bell rang for first period. "At lunch, all right?" "Sure," Paul agreed and got his Spanish textbook out. Cindy ran off to her American History class. Paul looked around at the other students that remained in the homeroom class for first period Spanish and Candy wanted to gasp; did Paul Robichaux just smile at her? At lunch, Cindy Jensen sat at her usual table, with a smirking Bill Baggett sitting next to her. Bill Baggett was a handsome boy in his own way, with dark curly hair, dark eyes, and a slight scar under his left eye. He was a large boy, nearly six foot four and weighing in at two hundred and fifty two pounds. He played football, Defensive Tackle and second string Center when needed. Like Paul, he also played basketball, but did not play baseball. He just didn't like the sport was the excuse he gave others when asked about it. Paul nodded in greeting to him as he sat down across from Cindy. Cindy smugly looked at Paul. "I toll you we needed to talk, huh?" she began. Paul wondered what it was about the brunette that had attracted him in the first place. She was cute, to be sure, with her long brown hair, hazel eyes, and pouting lips. Her chest was pretty impressive, a thirty-six D, her waist was narrow, only twenty-four inches around, and a nice little bubble butt. But her beauty didn't reach her insides; inside she was a haughty, ice-cold bitch. ---- Yes, she'd let him go all the way with her on the night of their Homecoming Prom. He'd gone down on her, munching on her far too hairy bush until she finally sighed and told him to 'go ahead, get it over with.' She lay there on the back seat while he tried frantically to bring some pleasure to her before he finally shot his load into his condom. She smiled up at him as he grunted and wheezed through his own climax, then jammed her tongue into his mouth. "Come on, I want to show my Daddy my crown," she said and playfully shoved him off of her. That kiss was the only affection she'd shown through the entire episode. Each time afterward, it was the same thing. He would try his best to satisfy her, to bring some pleasure to her, and fail miserably. But she never complained, just let him grunt and thrust into her. -------- "Uh huh," he said and dug out his two peanut butter and apple jelly sandwiches. "Um, you know how you're always begging me to suck your dick?" Cindy said and Bill's smirk grew wider. "Yeah," Paul said, blushing at Cindy's bringing such a personal matter up in front of anyone else. "Well, I thought to myself," Cindy said, smirk matching Bill's. "Gee I better practice, I wouldn't want to get it wrong, you know?" "So I offered to help," Bill interrupted. "Mighty nice of you there, Bill," Paul said sarcastically. "Least I could do," Bill guffawed. "But, after I sucked Bill off, I thought, wow, his cock's twice as big as Paul's, I bet it'd feel real nice going in my pussy," Cindy went on. "Well, congratulations, Bill," Paul said. "Thanks," Bill said. "But just remember, Bill, if she's willing to fuck around behind MY back, what's to stop her from fucking around behind yours?" Paul asked and continued to eat his sandwich. "'Cause I wouldn't do that," Cindy spat. This wasn't going at all like she'd hoped. Paul was supposed to be crushed, or at least hurt by her betrayal. She'd hoped for a 'promise' ring from Paul for Christmas, so when she didn't get it, she decided that Paul had to go. That's when she set her sights on Bill Baggett. Bill Baggett's father was the comptroller for the mattress factory; the Baggetts lived in a very nice home, much better than the trailer she and her father and older brother shared. "See you around," Paul smiled as he finished his banana. ---- News travels fast, bad news (or delicious gossip) travels even faster. "Oh my God!" Cindy squealed as they climbed into the Toyota Celica they'd bought. "I know!" Candy gasped. "I heard she had sex with Bill Baggett over the Christmas break!" Cindy whispered, even though they were alone in the car. "I know!" Candy exclaimed, as if she had not been standing right next to Cindy when Molly and Kay were discussing it. "There's no way I'd pick Bill Baggett over Paul Robichaux," Cindy declared. "I know!" Candy agreed and pulled out into the stream of cars leaving St. Tomas Aquinas. Chapter 3 "Tough break, sport," Bob Robichaux said as he lay on the mechanic's creeper. "Yeah," Paul agreed. Secretly, Bob was glad; he did not like Cindy or her arrogant father, or her equally arrogant brother. They all acted as if California was such a great state but had no answer when Bob would ask them, "If it is such a great place, what're you doing here? Oh, that's right, no jobs." "Give it a try," Bob said and Paul turned the ignition of the 1957 ford Thunderbird. Still nothing. "Damn it!" Bob exclaimed. "This son of a bitch will be the death of me!" Paul smiled; his father said that about all the classic automobiles they worked on. They'd sweat and struggle, clean and recline engine parts, do some more sweating, and then finally get the automobile going. "See you sold the Bellaire," Paul remarked. "Yeah, and of course, as soon as I put the 'Sold' sign on the mother fucker, every cock sucker within a hundred miles wants it," Bob said and slid out from under the car. "Look at the fuel line?" Paul suggested. "First thing I looked at, after the carburetor," Bob agreed. "Intake valve?" Paul asked. "Um," Bob thought, then slid back under the car. Paul bent over the engine and did a visual inspection. "Try it now," Bob called out and Paul smiled. Both he and his father knew it would amount to the same thing. "Damn it!" Bob grunted. "Any more bright ideas, Einstein?" "Um, yeah, how about we close up and get something to eat?" Paul said and closed the hood of the car. "Yeah, good idea," Bob agreed and slid out from under the car. Bob was an older version of his son, blond hair cut short, blue eyes twinkling. He had some gray in his hair, some crow's feet at his eyes, a bit of a beer gut, 'A keg, instead of a six pack,' he'd joke. But there was no mistaking father and son. Bob's wife, Paul's mother had passed away when Paul was only four years old, leukemia. Bob had dated; not that there were many single women in Bender, Louisiana, but did not spend a single night without thinking of his wonderful, beautiful Rebecca. "Baby, you should see our boy," he'd tell the framed photograph of her. "God! What a man! You'd be so proud of him!" ---- Cindy Jensen found out that pleasure can very quickly turn into pain when being pounded by nearly ten inches of sausage. Telling Bill that he was beginning to hurt her only seemed to spur him on. His idea of foreplay was simply to maul her breasts, then jam a finger at her brown thatch until he felt moisture. The idea of going down on her produced a look of absolute disgust. Of course, he was fine with her sucking him off, but actually slapped her when she tried to kiss him afterward. "Think I want to kiss you after your mouth's been on my cock?" he screamed at her. "What the fuck's wrong with you?" Cindy Jensen was beginning to think that maybe she'd made a mistake. ---- "So, go over and talk to this boy," Emily smiled to her daughter. "Oh, yeah, right Mom," Cindy huffed. "What'd I supposed to say? 'Hi, want to go out sometime, now that Queen Cindy has dumped you?'" "Maybe not in those words," Emily smiled. ---- "Bob Robichaux's boy?" Bobbi asked. "The one that runs the classic car lot?" "Uh huh," Candy agreed and shoveled some more of the homemade enchilada into her mouth. "Slow down," her father teased. "Good looking young man," Bobbi agreed. "I know!" Candy agreed. "So when are we going to have him over for dinner?" Jake teased. "God, I wish!" Candy squealed. Jake and Bobbi smiled and shook their head. Squealing seemed to be Candy's main form of speaking. ---- "I would let him," Candy confided in her best friend. "Duh, no kidding," Cindy said. She had the cell phone cradled between shoulder and ear, not a very comfortable position, but it left her hands free. Her left hand squeezed and pressed her small breasts. With her right hand, she traced the outside of her pussy, fingertips brushing aside her red hair to get to the wetness. Her fingernails scraped lightly across the puffy outer lips, then up and down the slit, then inside to bump against her clitoris. She had to grit her teeth whenever her finger hit that magic button; she didn't want Candy to know she was masturbating to thoughts of Paul, although she was sure Candy was doing the same thing. Candy had her earpiece in so that her right hand could pinch her nipples and her left hand could trace up and down her slick pussy lips. She knew Cindy was masturbating; her breathing was so erratic. "I heard Cindy didn't want to suck his weenie," Candy murmured. "I'd suck it!" "Yeah?" Cindy asked. "You'd know how?" "Well, no," Candy admitted. "But it can't be that hard; Kay did it to Brian, and she's dumb as a box of rocks!" "Mm-hmm," Cindy agreed. She was so close, imagining taking Paul in her arms, getting sweet kisses, open mouthed kisses, feeling his muscles. He'd be naked, as would she, then he'd press her breasts against her chest, and she'd hear him say 'Beautiful' to her. "Oh!" she moaned out loud as she orgasmed. Both she and Candy burst into gales of giggles, both knowing for sure what the other was doing. "Cindy Broussard," Emily's voice cut in. "It is bed time, young lady!" "Yes ma'am," Cindy called back. "I got to go," she whispered to her best friend. "I love you so much." Chapter 4 Paul actually laughed when Cindy strolled in, trying to look haughty. If she thought he was going to be all teary eyed over her cheating on him, she was sorely mistaken. Sure the break up did hurt a little; his ego had been bruised pretty badly by her betrayal, but he'd survive. He looked around the room; out of the thirty-four seniors, nineteen of them were females. Cindy Jensen and her little entourage were of course eliminated, but that still left thirteen possible dates to fill the gap, however narrow that might be, left by Cindy. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 01 Kay was out; she was dating Brian. Paul thought that Brian was a total wastoid, constantly stoned on marijuana, but then again, so was Kay. By that token, that also left Molly out; she was Brian's main customer. Paul was no prude, but knew there was more to life than being constantly stoned and stupid. He had to smirk at the idea of dating Elizabeth Baggett, Bill's twin sister. "Oh, yeah, that'd be great," he laughed to himself. "We could double date." The Broussard Sisters entered the room and Paul smiled. They were cute girls, and they were both funny and smart. He'd had a Chemistry assignment with them last year; Sister Theresa had split him and Cindy up, but in doing so, had caused there to be no one else to pair him up with. They'd made an 'A' on the assignment, whereas Cindy and Kay had made a low 'C' on it. He'd enjoyed talking and laughing with the Broussard Sisters, especially when he kept mistaking Cindy and Candy for each other. "Mr. Robichaux!" Sister Theresa had barked out. "I should have left you with Miss Jensen! You are being too loud!" The only problem with the Broussard Sisters was deciding which one to ask out. If you could ever get one or the other away from her sister. He continued to take assessment of the available females in the class, then laughed as Sister Andrea came in and called senior roll. What was he worried about? He had to work on the car lot this Friday and Saturday anyway; Dad had a date with some woman he'd met on the Internet. "Oh my God!" Candy tried to stifle the squeal that threatened to spill out. "He smiled right at you!" "Uh uh!" Cindy protested. "He smiled at you!" :Nun uh!" Candy did squeal. "Miss Broussard, is there anything you'd like to share with the rest of us?" Sister Andrea intoned. "No ma'am," Candy blushed beet red. ---- Paul sat at his usual table, paying no mind to Cindy and Bill. This irritated Cindy and infuriated Bill. Paul knew this and smiled right at them. "He's this big," Cindy hissed at Paul, holding her hands apart a good two feet. "Wow," Paul laughed. "Good thing, 'cause you're this big." She gasped as Paul held his hands out as wide as he could. Bill didn't help her disposition by bursting into laughter. "Go fuck yourself," she spat under her breath and stormed out of the cafeteria. "That wasn't funny, as hole," Bill muttered as he saved the table toward Paul as he got to his feet. "Then why'd you laugh?" Paul smiled. Bill was big, but Paul was fairly confident that if it came to blows, he could hold his own. Bill glowered at Paul, then left to find Cindy. ---- "Finally got it, sport," Bob smiled as he turned the key in the Thunderbird. The powerful engine roared to life and Bob let it build up in RPMs before lightly stepping on the accelerator to bring the RPMs back down. "Nice, nice," Paul complimented his father. "How about the Caddy?" "Kiss my ass, boy," Bob grumbled. The 'Caddy' was a 1959 Cadillac that had stymied all efforts to ever get it running. Every now and then, Bob would get the motor to turn over, but just as he would go to put it into gear, it would die again, and spend the next four or five months refusing to turn over. Paul loved to tease his father about it, knowing that his father would go to his grave trying to get that car running again. "Aw, sweet!" Paul said. "You sold the Malibu!" Yeah," Bob smiled. "Guy came in at lunch time, said he'd had one when he was a kid and had regretted selling it every day. Didn't even bat an eye when I told him the price." "Nice, nice, and my cut is...?" "Four thousand, smart ass,: Bob said and put his arm around his son's shoulders. "It was your find, it's your profits." Father and son got to work on another car that Paul had found at a police auction in Shreveport, Louisiana, a 1979 Firebird. They worked until closing time, eight thirty, then ordered a pizza; neither one liking to cook. "I'm telling you, Rebecca," Bob told the photograph. "He's quite a man. I know you're looking down from Heaven, watching over him" ---- Candy used the hand held showerhead to masturbate with, thoughts of Paul flooding in her mind as those wonderful feeling flooded into her pussy. Afterward, she dressed in her favorite pajama set, the blue silk set that Cindy had given her for Christmas. Then she called Cindy. Cindy was already in bed, waiting for Candy's call. They talked, they giggled, then turned their talk to the boys in their class. Fifteen boys to lust after, drool over, fantasize about, but they eventually turned their conversation to Paul. Chapter 5 Cathy Hernandez was a very sweet woman, a little on the chubby side, but she had said that in her profile. She had three children, two girls and a boy, also mentioned in her profile. Bob sweated bullets, though; he hated first dates. The University of Louisiana in Lafayette's basketball game was a great idea; she'd suggested it, as she was a proud graduate of ULL. That way, even if they didn't like one another, he'd get a few beers out of the deal, and she could cheer for her team. "So, tell me about the children," he smiled as they shared some nachos. Likewise, she listened to him describe his son. His pride and love was quite evident and she smiled widely. "I'm sorry," he smiled sheepishly. "But I'm sure that your ex-husband probably goes on and on about the kids too." "No ex-husband, the girls' daddies act like they've never heard of us and the boy's father is in prison," Cathy admitted. Afterward, they went to get coffee and Cathy kissed him lightly as she prepared to get into her car. "You're a sweet man," she said. "But you're not ready to start dating again. You're still in love with Rebecca." "Yeah, but..." Bob said. "Give me a call when you're ready to start dating again," she said lightly. He felt his shoulders lump as she smiled her sweet smile again and with a wave, pulled out of the parking lot. On the drive home, he had to smile sadly and shake his head in agreement with Cathy. He was still in love with the girl that had stolen his heart twenty-one years ago. ---- It was Friday night so instead of whispering to each other on their cell phones, Candy was sleeping over at Cindy's house. They'd rented a couple of movies, even though they'd seen them a hundred times already, and were snuggled in Cindy's bed, watching them. Bill smiled to his wife as Candy's squeal could be heard all the way into their bedroom. "I swear, she'll never get lost, that's for sure," he said. "You can hear her squealing a mile away. "Want to make me squeal?" Emily whispered in his ear, then bit down on his ear lobe. Bill adored his wife of Nineteen years. They'd had a hurried wedding when she discovered she was pregnant with Cindy. That was something he had no regrets about, though. She was short and stocky, with red hair and freckles, just the way he liked it. Her breasts, like the rest of her, were full and round, as was her ass. "Bet I can make you squeal before you make me squeal," she giggled and dove under the covers to take him into her mouth. If he had not adored her before, her willingness to overlook the beer belly and receding hairline and graying would have made him love her. She still acted like he was as sexy today as he was when they were nineteen years old. "You're on, Sister," he said and spread her already drooling pussy lips apart with his fingers. "Uh uh! No fair!" Emily groaned as he found her throbbing clitoris. ---- Jake and Bobbi cuddled in the king sized bed, but Beaux, their 95 pound Labrador retriever stymied any attempts on Jake's part to get amorous. "Damn mutt, get out of here," he laughed as Beaux put his muzzle between his face and Bobbi's face. "Daddy didn't mean it," Bobbi laughed as Beaux turned to get off the bed. "Come back here, Beaux!" "The Hell I didn't!" Jake exclaimed. "We made love last night," Bobbi reminded him then turned to cuddle the large dog. "That was just a warm up for tonight!" Jake protested. "Get your hand out of there, Mister," Bobbi playfully warned her husband. She might be warning him, but her hairless pussy was wet. He put one arm over her and hugged her tightly. She murmured as he kissed her neck, then her shoulders. Beaux did get off of the bed as their grunts and groans grew in intensity. ---- Paul stayed on the lot until eleven thirty, working on the Firebird and showing the four people that had wandered onto the lot the various cars they were interested in. His father showed up at eleven o'clock and both had their hands in the Firebird for a while. "So, going out with her again?" Paul asked his dad. "Yeah. No. Oh, hell, I really don't know," Bob said. "I mean, she's a real nice woman, but I'm still so much in love with..." "Dad, it's been almost fifteen years," Paul said quietly. "Next month," Bob agreed and choked back a sob. "I think she'd want you to go out, find someone nice, settle down," Paul went on and then cursed out loud as he snapped the vacuum hose. "Yeah, I know," Bob agreed. "It's just so fucking hard, you know?" "Yeah, I know," Paul said and removed the two halves of the vacuum hose. The hose would have needed replacement anyway; it was rotted. Chapter 6 Basketball practice kept him after school, but Paul wasn't in any hurry; sales during the week were sporadic at best. Weekends, when the aging men weren't stuck behind their desks and could come look at and reminisce about the muscle cars was when they had the most business. His dad could handle the two or three people that would drive by their lot. Bill nudged him particularly hard when Coach Brighton had his back turned, then grunted in surprise as Paul tripped him. Bill kept his distance from Paul after that. Bill was a typical bully; smaller, weaker, easily intimidated people were more his style. ---- "What you want to do?" Candy asked as she drove their car along Highway 19. "I don't know, what you want to do?" Cindy responded. Both girls squealed as a No Doubt song came on the radio and both reached to turn it up. ---- Bob smiled as he saw Paul's 1979 Cadillac Seville pull into the lot. "At least that's one Caddy we were able to get running," he said and went back out into the January wind. A man in his late sixties pulled onto the lot and slowly drove toward the 1965 Mustang. Bob's eye took in the late model Mercedes-Benz, the tailored suit and fitted winter coat and knew that the man could possibly afford the car. "What can I do you for?" he asked the man as the man got out of his car and walked over to the Mustang. "She run?" the man asked. "Like a top, want to take it for a spin?" Bob asked. ---- What's wrong with the car?" Candy asked as it began to sputter and jerk. "I don't know," Cindy said, worriedly. Paul got out of the car and stood in the cold blast of air and headed to the open garage. He stopped and watched as his dad got into the passenger seat of the Mustang. That car was as good as sold; the customer had an ear-to-ear grin as he flexed and unflexed his hands on the steering wheel. He got to work on the Edsel; the pump had come in. "Oh, God, what do we do?" Candy squealed as the car died for the fourth time. "I don't know!" Cindy squealed back. "Quick, pull into here!" Candy Dropped the transmission into neutral pulled the car into the car lot and coasted to a stop in front of the office building, tires crunching on the clam shell surface. Paul smiled as he recognized the Broussard sisters' car. He wiped his hands on the rag and walked back out into the cold January wind. "Hey, Cindy, Candy, what's up?" he called out as they got out of the car and looked at it. "Oh my God!" Candy squealed, recognizing that they'd pulled onto the Robichaux's lot. "car's dead," Cindy said, fighting her own urge to squeal. "Got it in neutral?" he asked and Candy nodded her head yes. "Let's push it over here; I'll take a look at it." Candy and Cindy looked at each other as they slowly pushed the car, Paul doing most of the pushing, toward the garage. ---- "I'll take it," the man declared as he steered the Mustang back onto the lot and parked it. "Well, let's go to the office, do the paperwork, and you can pick it up in the morning," Bob said. He shook his head as he saw the Toyota and the two girls, still in their St. Thomas Aquinas uniforms. Obviously two young ladies vying for the attention of Paul. "Try it now," Paul suggested and Candy skipped around and got into the driver's seat. They'd been mutely watching him as he worked, both wanting to say something, anything, but nothing would come out. It was just like last year, when Sister Theresa had answered their prayers and made him their lab partner; he did all the talking and they just squeaked and giggled. The car started up, no grinding or sputtering sound and Cindy wanted to faint as Paul smiled widely at her. "Okay, get this Japanese car out of here before someone sees it and thinks it's one of ours," he joked as he put the hood back down. "Thank you so much!" Candy gushed as she got back out of the car. "No problem," Paul smiled widely and she wanted to faint too. "Um, I got to pee," Cindy whispered to Candy. "Um, Paul, you got a bathroom?" Candy asked. )She was the more talkative of the two; that's why Cindy whispered it to her. She knew Candy would ask for her.) Paul pointed to the fifty-five gallon drum in the corner and both Candy and Cindy squealed in disgust, eyes open wide. He laughed, which did little to ease their worry. "In the office, second door on the right," he laughed and Cindy broke off in a run to the office. Both candy and Paul laughed when she squealed when the wind hit her bare legs. ---- "Yes sir," Bob said as he and Thomas Mouton shook hands. Both men looked at the small girl when she yanked the heavy glass door open and burst into the office. Cindy hesitated for a moment, then dashed to the second door. "My son's girlfriend," Bob shrugged, secretly wondering whom the girl was. "Oh, probably got a line of them, huh?" Thomas smiled and shrugged his coat back on. "Most of the time," Bob smiled." He's a good kid, though. Got any kids?" "No, well, none living at home," Thomas said. ---- Candy was sure she was going to faint. She had to be dreaming, that was for sure. Paul Robichaux had just asked her for a date this Friday night. "Um, okay," she finally squeaked out. "Okay, good, I'll pick you up, how's six sound?" Paul smiled and wiped his hands on his greasy rag again. "Got a cell number?" She could barely remember her number as she gave it to him. She almost wished he would stop smiling; he made it so hard to think! Cindy got into the car and Candy climbed into the driver's seat. She revved the motor, then put the car in reverse and backed out of the garage, then turned to drive off of the lot. Paul began to work on the Edsel again. Bob shook hands with Thomas Mouton again, waved to the two girls as they slowly drove past him, and walked to the garage. "Oh! My! God!" Candy screamed at the top of her lungs. "What? What happened?" Cindy screamed back. "I have a date with Paul Robichaux!" Candy screamed and beat on the steering wheel. Cindy felt her insides turn to ice. Chapter 7 Cindy was listening half-heartedly as Candy prattled on and on about this outfit or that one, which did Cindy think she should wear? Another tears slid down her cheek and finally Candy said good-bye and ended the phone call. Paul pulled up in front of the Broussards' home and got out. Jake answered almost as soon as Paul knocked and Paul greeted him politely. "How's your dad doing?" Bobbi asked when Beaux finally quit barking at the newcomer. "He's good," Paul smiled. "He's giving me a hard time right now about wanting a Friday night off and promises me I'll be working overtime tomorrow." She laughed. "Bob hasn't changed one bit since high school, has he?" she said. "He was always such a kidder; I can remember him and Rebecca coming into homeroom, screaming that there was a solar eclipse. We all ran outside to see, and he and Rebecca locked us out of the classroom!" "They got suspended for three days for that little stunt," Jake remembered. "Sounds like my dad," Paul agreed. Candy entered the room and Paul had to admire her choice of clothing; a light blue sweater with pink stripes and a pair of blue jeans. ---- Emily tried to console her daughter. They'd dreaded this day, the day one of the girls would have a date, and the other one wouldn't. Bill shrugged his shoulders helplessly; he wasn't quite sure what to say to a girl in this situation. Cindy finally pulled herself together and Emily left the room. She called Bobbi from her bedroom, with the door firmly closed so that Bobbi could share her excitement over her little girl having her very first date. "I mean, I know she's eighteen, she's a young woman now, but..." Bobbi prattled. "So, this Paul Robichaux, he everything the girls say he is?" Emily asked. "Are you kidding?" Bobbi laughed. "He's the spitting image of his father! Oh, that's right! You didn't, I keep forgetting you didn't go to school with us!" ---- "What's wrong?" Paul asked as he pulled onto Highway 19. "Nothing," Candy said quietly. "Come on," Paul urged. "I mean, you and Cindy, y'all are always so happy, always talking and stuff, and you're just sitting there, not even smiling. I mean, if you don't want to go out, just tell me." "No!" Candy cried out, then quieter. "No, I do want to go out. It's just that, well, I mean, Cindy's at home all alone and..." "Uh huh, 'nough said," Paul smiled and pulled into the car lot he and his father worked at. "What are we doing here?" Candy asked and looked around at the familiar location. "Picking up a bigger car," Paul said. "Call Cindy and tell her to get ready." "Really?" Candy squealed. "You wouldn't mind?" "Call her," Paul smiled and ran into the office. "Hey Dad, the Impala running?" Paul asked. "Yeah, just gassed it up, what, Monday or Tuesday," Bob said and looked through the glass door at the blonde haired girl that was chattering into her cell phone. "Good, I'll bring it back tonight," Paul promised, located the keys and waved good --bye. Candy was still chattering on the phone when Paul made her get out of the MG Midget. "No, Candy, that's not right, it's your date," Cindy was protesting, but she was busily trying to decide what to wear. She quickly decided on the blue sweater, the one with pink stripes, and her favorite pair of relaxed fit blue jeans. She loved those jeans; they concealed her big hips and thighs. Paul had to laugh; Candy was out of the car and running up the walkway, car door wide open, leaving him far behind. He turned off the engine, got out, closed her door, and walked up to the door, which was wide open. He knocked on the door and Bill Broussard came around the corner and smiled. "Must be Paul," he said and shook the young man's hand. "Yep, I'm Paul, Cindy's date," he smiled. "Cindy?" Bill asked, eyes open in surprise. "But I thought you were Candy's date?" "Yep, her too," Paul smiled wide and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh my God," Emily thought when she entered the small foyer. "This kid is a total hunk!" Paul shook Emily's hand and continued to chat with Bill; the usual questions about school, upcoming college plans and so forth. The three of them could hear the squeals from the back bedroom and Bill shook his head. "You're going to be deaf by the end of the night," Bill said. "What?" Paul asked. "I said, you're going to be...Oh, cute," Bill smiled. The squealing and chattering got louder and Paul turned to look into the living room as Candy and Cindy came rushing up. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 01 "Bye Mom, Dad," Cindy squealed. "What time should I have her home?" Paul asked Bill. "I don't know, what time did Jake tell you to have Candy home?" Bill asked. "Twelve," Paul said, but really I should have her home by eleven, eleven thirty at the latest," Paul said. "Sounds good to me," Bill agreed. "Okay, they're out of the house," Bill said to his wife when the door closed behind the three eighteen year olds. "Let's rock!" "Sorry Baby," Emily laughed. "Jake and Bobbi are on their way over to play cards." "Aw," Bill complained. "Jake and Bobbi? I don't like them!" "Don't like you either," Jake said as he entered through the kitchen door. "You smell funny." Chapter 8 Bill Baggett glared at Teddy as he stood on the doorstep. "What the fuck you want, loser?" he snarled. "Here to pick up Elizabeth," Teddy bravely said. "Yeah? Well, she told me to tell you to fuck off, she don't want..." Bill said. "Get out of the way, butt hole!" Elizabeth screamed at her brother. "Bill, it is not your place to run off your sister's dates," Ed said to his son and smiled wearily at Teddy. ---- Uh uh," Paul said lightly as Cindy tried to open the rear door. "Both of you get up front." "Um, okay, how're we...?" Cindy asked. "On the way there, Candy sits in the middle, on the way back you do," Paul said. "Aw!" both girls sighed happily to each other as they watched him walk around the front of the car. ---- Bill called Cindy and told her they were going to The Bombay Café in Kimble, twelve miles away from Bender. "But I don't like Indian food," Cindy whined. She'd never had Indian food, had no idea if she liked it or not, but knew she was pretty tired of Bill. As soon as she could, she was going to dump Bill and make up with Paul. "Then drink water," Bill ordered and hung up. He'd heard Teddy tell their father that's where he was taking Elizabeth. He was going to keep an eye on Teddy, make sure he did nothing to soil Elizabeth or Elizabeth's reputation. ---- The host smiled widely and seated Paul and Candy and Cindy immediately. He did not miss the adoring looks the two girls kept shooting at the handsome young man. "Lucky bastard," he thought as he handed the three teenagers their menus. "Um, what's good here?" Candy asked Cindy. "What? Like I would know?" Cindy asked. "Most of the lamb dishes are real good, Paul offered. "My dad and I come here on Sundays when they have a buffet; we go to eleven o'clock Mass, then do our best to wipe out the buffet." "They do good job too," the waiter agreed as he poured the three glasses of water. "Used to be 'All you can eat,' but now it's 'No more for you two, leave some for everybody else.'" "Hi Hashim, how's it going?" Paul smiled as Cindy and Candy giggled over Hashim's statement. "Okay, you bring one lovely lady here for you and one for me?" Hashim asked. "Um, I take..." "No sir," Paul smiled. "They're both for me." Cindy and Candy looked at each other and smiled happily. "I swear, everything a buffet for you!" Hashim said in mock despair. Candy fought the urge to squeal; Teddy and Elizabeth came into the restaurant and were staring right at her. Her, out on a date. With Paul Robichaux. Cindy made eye contact with Candy and Candy nearly lost her fight against squealing; Cindy had seen Teddy and Elizabeth as well and was elated that they'd been seen. Out on a date. And not just a date, but also a date with Paul Robichaux. "I'd invite them over," Paul said to girls. "But I kind of want our privacy, you know?" at that, Candy did squeal, then covered her mouth and she and Cindy giggled together. Paul smiled and shook his head. Teddy and Elizabeth glared daggers at Bill. Bill stared daggers back at Teddy. Cindy Jensen stared daggers at everyone, but especially at Candy and Cindy Broussard. Candy thought for sure she was going to faint. The restaurant was dark and romantic, Paul kept touching her hand, kept touching her best friend's hand, kept smiling at them. Cindy Jensen, the most popular girl in St. Thomas Aquinas was staring hatefully at her and Cindy. How many nights had she dreamed about this moment? Cindy felt absolutely weak inside. Paul kept touching her hand, kept touching her best friend's hand, and kept smiling at her. The restaurant was dark, romantic, enveloping. Even in her wildest dreams she'd never dreamed of anything like this. "We ready?" Paul asked and slid out of his chair. "Wait, let me," he said and helped Candy put her coat on. Her eyes opened wide and she looked, stunned at Cindy. He'd just kissed her on her ear as he put her coat on her shoulders. Cindy gasped and looked at Candy; she'd felt his lips touch her ear as he helped her with her coat. "Good Night, you come again," Hashim called out. "Next time, you leave him at home, okay?" Candy and Cindy giggled and waved to him as Paul ushered them toward the front door. Even Cindy Jensen's hateful comment about 'big Asses' didn't spoil the mood. ---- "If I have to hear any more about 'Gee, I wonder what the girls are doing...'" Bill threatened as he shoved his sandwich into his mouth. "Oh, come on, Bill!" Bobbi laughed. "It's their first date!" "Bob was such a character," Jake said. "Never saw what he saw in Rebecca, though." "Easy, Honey," Bobbi said and smiled. "Rebecca thought Bob was the absolutely most wonderful man in the world." "Yeah, but she was such a 'Plain Jane,'" Jake said and shook his head. ---- "Hey, I really enjoyed the other night," Bob said into the mouthpiece. "I did too," Cathy smiled. "Like I said, you're a sweet man." "Look, I'd really like to try again," Bob asked. "Oh, Bob, this weekends just not well," Cathy said, disappointed. "Neither one of the girls' fathers bothered to come get them, they're all upset and..." "So pick something they'd like to do and we'll do that," Bob said. "You know what?" Cathy smiled. "They've been bugging the crap out of me to go to that petting zoo." "Tomorrow?" Bob asked. ---- "Hang on," Paul ordered as Candy and Cindy entered the aisle. "What?" Cindy and Candy asked. "You two going to sit together and leave me out on the end by myself?" he asked. "Well, yeah, we uh..." Candy said. "No ma'am, I don't think so," Paul said. "Cindy, you go first, them me, then Candy. That way, I'm in the middle." ---- Teddy actually laughed as Bill raced after them. "I am so sorry about this," Elizabeth apologized again. "Don't worry about it," Teddy laughed. "It's not you doing it, it's him." "I'll make it up to you," she promised. Teddy looked at the dark curly hair, her dark eyes, and full pouting lips and smiled. "A good night kiss will do the trick," he said to her and she smiled widely. ---- The movie was an absurd romantic comedy; Paul would have preferred to go see the horror movie playing in the next theater over, but he'd allowed himself to be outvoted. The movie was at a 'filler' moment, loud music blaring while the lead characters did little of interest. Candy felt his hand on her arm and turned to look at him. She fought the urge to squeal when his lips touched hers. She fought the urge to faint when his tongue tickled her lips and then thrust into her mouth. He then gave her lips another little kiss and looked into her brown eyes and smiled. Cindy was intently watching the screen when she felt Paul's hand touch her upper arm. She turned to see what he wanted, then gasped as he kissed her. When his tongue entered her mouth she gasped, then sighed. She'd fantasized about this kiss, his hot tongue spearing into her mouth, touching her tongue. It was so sensual, so delicious. The song ended and dialogue began again so Paul returned his attention to the screen. He couldn't wait until the next moment. Both Candy and Cindy were great kissers; there was such deep passion in the two of them. True to form of a movie with a very limited premise and script, he had his chance in just a few moments. ---- "Good night, drive careful," Bill said as Jake and Bobbi left their house. "Butt head, you say that every time," Emily laughed. "They live right next door." "Okay, now can we rock the house?" Bill asked, grabbing for Emily's rear end. "Hmm, the girls should be back in about..." Emily said, looking at the kitchen clock. "Bill! Let go of that!" ---- Candy leaned her head against Cindy's shoulder; she was absolutely wiped out. It had been a long day at school, then the excitement of her first date, a full belly, the gentle rocking of the large car. She was just about to fall asleep. Cindy leaned her head against Paul. It had been a long day at school, then the emotional roller coaster of being excited for Candy, but heart broken for herself, then going out on a date, a full belly and the slow rocking of the car. Candy and Cindy yawned widely in unison. Then they giggled at each other. Paul smiled and turned onto Cort Street. He pulled up in front of Candy's house, got out and walked around to the passenger door. He closed it after Candy and Cindy got out. He held both of their hands, Candy on his right and Cindy on his left and walked them both to Candy's front door. "I had a really great time," he told Candy as they stood on her porch. "Me too," Candy enthused. "Me too," Cindy said and shivered slightly in the January wind. "I really hope we can do it again," he said. "Me too," Candy said again. Then his arms were around her and he was kissing her and she put her arms around him and held on for dear life. Jake and Bobbi laughed when they heard the front door slam shut and Candy's ecstatic squeal. Beaux began to bark excitedly. "Want to go see if she had a good time?" Jake asked his wife. "Yeah, I'll give you the full report," Bobbi laughed and pulled a robe on over her nude body. Cindy melted as he kissed her. God, who knew kissing could feel like this? And he wanted another date with her. With Candy too. Emily kissed Bill again, rolled over and pulled on her robe. She was on her way to the door of the bedroom when they heard the front door slam and Cindy's excited squeal. Chapter 9 "Dad, don't even worry about trying to impress the kids; they'll be too worried about what they're doing to worry about you," Paul advised as they stood out on the clam shell parking lot of their car lot. "Damn, I feel bad about leaving you out here by yourself, I didn't even think about it being Saturday," Bob said as he prepared to take off in the Impala. "Don't worry about it," Paul smiled. I'll be fine. "The office's locked up, keys are in the deck, got my cell phone in case anything goes wrong." "Okay," Bob said and drove off the lot. Paul watched the green car as it drove down Highway 19. There were a few other cars, but none of them stopped at the car lot. ---- "Call him," Cindy demanded and again both she and Candy erupted into gales of giggles. "Hello?" Paul asked as he answered his cell phone. "Oh my God!" Candy squealed. "I love you!" She and Cindy giggled again as she quickly hung up. Paul laughed out loud, then hit the 'Send ' button twice and listened to it ring. "Hello?" Candy asked nervously. "Oh my God!" Paul said in a high-pitched voice. "I love you too!" "What you doing?" Candy asked breathlessly. "Working. You?" Paul asked and watched a few more cars speed past the lot. "Me and Cindy are sitting here in my bedroom," Candy said, still breathless. "I really really had a great time last night," Paul said and started walking toward a car that had pulled into the lot. The passenger was looking at the 1962 Ford Fairlane. "Me too," Candy admitted. "Put Cindy on the phone," Paul asked. "Hello?" Cindy asked, brown eyes wide with excitement. "I really really had a great time last night, I was going to call y'all later, I'm kind of working right now," Paul said into the phone. "Me too," Cindy admitted. "I had a really really great time." "I'll probably be out on the lot until nine o'clock tonight," Paul said. "That too late to call y'all?" "No, no," Cindy said, bubbling with excitement. "Okay, talk to y'all later," Paul smiled and hung up. "He's going to call us at nine tonight," Cindy squealed to her friend. "Tonight?" Candy wailed. "It's only ten o'clock now!" "That boy's going to need to eat," Bobbi advised. "Ah!" Candy gasped. "We'll bring him lunch!" "Okay!" Cindy agreed. "You'll do nothing until this room is cleaned," Bobbi said and closed the door to the bedroom. She almost laughed out loud as she heard speed records being broken inside Candy's bedroom. ---- "And this is my oldest, Crystal," Cathy said as her nine year old daughter regarded Bob with thinly disguised boredom. "Hello," Bob smiled. Taylor was a fussy, whiney five year old, Rochelle was a sulky, moody eight year old, and crystal could care less about his presence. "Must take after their fathers," Bob thought to himself. "What're we doing in this old thing?" Crystal asked when Bob opened the back door to the Impala. "It's the biggest car that I own," Bob told her. "I figured I'd need plenty of room, and Cathy told me I couldn't stick any of you in the trunk, so..." "How many cars you got?" Crystal asked, now a little interested. "Mom wasn't going to let you stick me in the trunk," Rochelle insisted. "Um, let's see, there's the Cadillac, the MG," Bob mused aloud. "Eighteen or nineteen." "Bob owns his own car lot," Cathy said in way of explanation. "Cool!" Crystal said, finally interested in something. "So you're rich?" "Rich?" Bob asked. "No, I wouldn't say 'rich,' but I pay my bills. Most months, that's about the best you can ask for." "Oh," Crystal huffed, uninterested again. Chapter 10 Bobbi and Candy and Cindy fixed a small lunch for three, complete with thermos of hot soup. "Hello?" Paul said. He was finishing up the paperwork on the Ford Fairlane. The guy had tried and tried to whittle the price down, but Paul smiled and told him it was 99 percent original, the price was the price. "Ninety nine percent?" the guy asked. "The only non-original thing is the paint job," Paul pointed out. "And even that was done by an authorized Ford dealership, down in New Orleans." "Hello?" he said again into the cell phone. "You eat yet?" Candy asked breathlessly. "Nope," Paul said. "Oh, good!" Candy squealed. "Me and Cindy, we're on our way!" "But, Baby..." Paul began to say, but Candy had hung up. "Girlfriend?" the guy smiled. "Uh huh," Paul smiled and indicated where the guy needed to sign. The Toyota pulled up to a stop as the guy was handing Paul the 'good faith' check for Paul to hold the vehicle until Monday when the guy would be back with the full amount. The guy and Paul looked on as Cindy yanked open the heavy door for Candy. Candy smiled widely as she carried in the small picnic basket. "Hey," Paul smiled widely. "Um, where's the bathroom?" Candy whispered. Paul pointed to the second door and both she and Cindy dashed to the room and slammed the door behind them. "She's cute," the guy said. "Yeah, they are," Paul agreed and grabbed the 'Sold' sign from behind the desk. "Going to put this on the Fairlane, let others know they had their chance and blew it." ---- "I don't believe this!" Bill laughed. "You mean to tell me, we have the house to ourselves again?" "Yep, I'm afraid so," Emily agreed. "Whatever shall we do?" Bill asked, waggling his eyebrows at her. "Um, you're going to finish the storage shed like you promised," Emily said. ---- Taylor actually laughed when the baby goat took the offered bottle and drank greedily from it. Rochelle felt the fleece of the lamb and marveled at the feeling. Crystal, however, stood around, acting 'too cool' to do any of the kid stuff. Bob smiled as Cathy petted the camel's head. The kids may have been bugging her to take them out to this zoo, but so far, she was having the most fun. ---- This is great soup," Paul praised and Candy blushed with pride. "My Mom made it," she said. "Yeah?" Paul asked and took another spoonful. "She teach you how to cook?" "Uh huh," she said. "Candy!" Cindy gasped. "You're lying!" "Uh uh!" Candy protested. "She TRIES to teach Candy," Cindy confided and Paul laughed out loud. Candy slapped Cindy's arm and Cindy giggled. ---- "Yeah, Jake said over the fence. "I'm out here sealing up the deck in thirty degree weather, and that kid's eating my home made soup." "Yeah, we got the whole house to ourselves, but I'm out here putting together this rusty shed," Bill laughed. "Got to tell you, though," Jake smiled. "You should have heard Candy last night. That Paul's someone we're going to have to keep our eye on." "Yep, he's a charmer," Bill said. "Cindy would have kept us up all night telling us about it if we hadn't told her to go to bed." ---- "But I don't like this!" Taylor whined as they ate lunch at the Taco Bell. "It's got lettuce on it!" Bob thought to himself yet again that the kids must take after their fathers. Their mother was a sweet, charming woman. Her three kids were whining brats with absolutely no sense of gratitude or appreciation. "Well, pick the lettuce off, big baby," Crystal ordered. "Any of this bringing back any memories?" Cathy asked him and he looked at her for a long moment. Yes it was bringing back a memory. He and Rebecca had tried and tried to conceive a brother or sister for Paul, but her periods were so irregular that they finally went to a doctor. That's when they discovered just how sick she was. She'd known she was feeling tired a lot, just didn't have any energy. Now he was wondering if Paul would have been different if he'd had a brother or sister to despise. These kids seemed to have a deep-seated and quite active resentment for each other. "God has a reason for everything," he said aloud and Cathy smiled sardonically. ---- Paul waved as Candy and Cindy finally, reluctantly left the car lot. Pete Roselle crawled all over the firebird, even though Paul had told him several times, it was not ready, and until it was ready, Paul would not have a price tag on it. "Man, I had one of these, exact same year, same color, everything," Pete was going on and on. "Only thing different, my interior was white, not black." Paul was secretly glad that Pete was so self involved; he had a boner that just wasn't going down. Just before Pete had pulled up, he'd been alternating kisses between Candy and Cindy. Damn, but they could kiss. It hadn't been any trouble last night; he had dashed into the bathroom at home and within three strokes was sending a knee-buckling spurt into the toilet bowl. But he couldn't very well say to the Broussard Sisters that he had to go masturbate. Pete finally wandered back to his battered old pick up truck and waved cheerfully in parting. Paul waved back and turned his attention to a van that had pulled up in front of the office. Thankfully, the cold air had finally wilted his aching cock. "Howdy," the middle aged man said and smiled. "That 1950 Caddy running?" "The black one?" Paul asked and pointed out that they also had a pearl gray model on the far end of the lot. "Oh, I didn't see THAT one," the man said and walked briskly toward it. The January wind was starting up again. From the warmth of the van, the man's wife called out to him to hurry up, her mother was waiting on them. The man ignored her as he looked at the pearl gray model, then walked back and looked at the black one. "Man, what I wouldn't do," he muttered to himself and looked back at the pearl gray model again. "Man, man, man, I'd love to have that." The Broussard Sisters Ch. 01 "Come up with the scratch," Paul smiled. "You can have both of them." The man laughed, waved in parting and got back into the van. From nearly twenty-five yards away, Paul could hear the man's wife giving him an earful of her opinion of the old cars on the lot and of him for stopping to look at them. ---- "I am so in love," Candy sighed for the hundredth time that hour. "Me too," Cindy sighed. They looked at each other and burst into elated giggles. Paul had perched on the edge of the desk and pulled them both into his arms. His muscular thighs had them pinned, had his muscular arms not held them. Candy reached out and grabbed Cindy's hand. Cindy squeezed back, equally excited. Then his lips touched Candy's and she squeezed Cindy's hand so hard she was afraid she would break Cindy's fingers. But she couldn't stop squeezing. Then his lips left hers and she sighed, eyes closed blissfully. Her fingers began to hurt as Cindy squeezed them tightly. Then his tongue entered her mouth and she dropped Cindy's hand and put both arms around Paul as tightly as she could. When he pulled away from her, she leaned heavily against him. He left her feeling so week. Cindy's arms snaked between her and peal and she opened her eyes and looked at her best friend, kissing Paul as passionately as she could. She pulled her left arm from around Paul and put it around Cindy. Paul's left hand was tracing up and down her back; his right hand was tracing up and down Cindy's back. He finished kissing Cindy and Cindy looked into Candy's eyes and blushed happily. Candy leaned forward and pressed her lips to Cindy's for a loving kiss. Then Paul's tongue was entering her mouth again and she couldn't think of anything else. She couldn't even feel Cindy's hand rubbing up and down on her back. Then Paul pressed his lips to hers again and his kiss was ended. Cindy pressed her own lips to Candy's and both girls leaned their heads against Paul's muscular chest and Sighed, their arms around each other and him. Aw!" both Candy and Cindy said, replaying that magical kiss in their minds. They looked at each other, smiles wide on their faces and burst into giggles again, each knowing exactly what the other had been thinking. Cindy grabbed one of Candy's pillows and playfully hit her best friend with it. "What are y'all giggling about?" Bobbi smiled from the doorway of Candy's bedroom. "Let me guess, Paul Robichaux?" The End of The Broussard Sisters 01. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 02 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 11 Paul Robichaux checked his cell phone one more time, just to be sure. Yes, it was 9:00 pm. He wondered where his father was. Surely they weren't still at the petting zoo? But he didn't want to call him; suppose he was busy? He double checked the office door to make sure it was locked then got into the MG Midget and drove it off the lot. He got out, pulled the large gate closed and padlocked it shut. He then rapidly drove home. ---- "Call him," Cindy urged. "It's after nine." "No, you call him," Candy said. "Okay," Cindy said, grabbing her cell phone and began to punch in the numbers. Both girls squealed when Candy's cell phone rang. "Hey, what you doing?" Paul asked and Candy and Cindy squealed "Nothing." "Hold on," Cindy said, barely suppressing her excited giggles. "I'm going to put you on speaker phone, okay?" "Okay," Paul smiled. "Why, Candy there too?" "Yes!" Candy yelled and giggled. Paul smiled. IN the four years he'd dated Cindy Jensen, he couldn't remember her ever getting excited, or giggling, or squealing. The Broussard Sisters liked to giggle and squeal a lot. He heard them rustling around a moment, then Cindy's excited voice came back on. "Okay, got you on speaker phone," she said. "So, what you doing?" "Kicking back, long day at work today," he said and slowly began to stroke his manhood. He was in his bedroom, door closed and locked, just in case his dad came home. He'd had a terrific boner off and on all day at work, just thinking about the Broussard Sisters and their passionate kisses. He checked to make sure the towel was close at hand; he knew it wouldn't be long before he was shooting a good load. "Aw!" both Cindy and Candy sympathized. "Yeah, but hey, I really appreciated y'all bringing the lunch over," he said and stopped stroking his cock. He was so very close, and wanted to enjoy it just a little longer. "Yeah?" Candy asked. "You liked that?" Her hand was between her legs, softly rubbing her swollen lips, inching closer and closer to her clitoris. She hoped her breathing wouldn't give her away; Cindy was lying right next to her in the dark bedroom, and Paul was listening. "Yeah, the food was good, but y'all were great," he said. The meaning was obvious and both Candy and Cindy sighed, then burst into happy giggles at each other. "So where did y'all learn to kiss like that?" he whispered into the phone. His load was bubbling up to the surface. He pinched his cock at the base in an effort to withhold ejaculation. "Natural talent," Cindy said in a smug, pretentious tone, and then couldn't help the giggle that burst to the surface. She was so close to orgasm. Her fingertips grazed up and down her pussy lips, swollen and dripping with her excitement. They'd been that way all day, ever since the intimate kiss he and she and Candy had shared. She'd been pretty excited before they'd kissed, but afterward, she'd thought of nothing else. "Yeah, natural talent," Candy agreed and giggled as well. "No, really, y'all are great kissers, I just want you to know that," he said and held the phone away for a moment, his load spurting out of his cock and splashing down on his belly and chest. He grunted and shook for a moment, then caught his breath; damn but that was a good one, and put the phone back to his ear. "So, when you think we can go out again?" Candy asked, breathlessly. "I wish it were right now," he admitted. "But I'm wiped out, long day at work, you know?" "Aw!" they complained lightly. "Lunch tomorrow?" he asked. "Yeah," the both agreed. "You working again tomorrow?" "Nope, closed on Sunday," Paul said. "Oh," the both said. "I go to eleven o'clock Mass," Paul said. "Us too!" both Candy and Cindy said. "Then we usually go to the Bombay Café, you know, for their lunch buffet," Paul said. "But y'all might not want to go there, since we just went there." "No, no, that's fine," Candy, said quickly. She was sweating, trying to masturbate, without alerting either Paul or Cindy to what she was doing. She was so very close to orgasm; his voice was so sensuous, and the fact that he cared about what she and Cindy wanted was such a turn-on. ---- Cindy swallowed Bill's load and almost choked as she giggled at the thought of biting down on his sweaty cock. She sat up and looked at him. He caught his breath, then looked at her and smiled. :I Love you," he said and patted her on her thigh. At moments like that, her rage was close to the surface and she was sure that she hated him with all of her being. "Here, rinse your mouth out," he said and gave her a can of beer. She drank deeply and grimaced. She didn't like the taste of beer. "Give me a kiss," he said softly and she wrapped her arms around him and accepted his thrusting tongue. She fought the urge to giggle again; the next time she sucked him off, she would pretend to rinse her mouth out, but wouldn't. She'd pretend to, but when he stuffed his slimy tongue into her mouth, she'd be giving him a mouthful of his own semen. ---- Ever fuck a woman up the ass?" Cathy whispered to Bob as they lay in her waterbed. "No," he admitted. Then he squeezed her plump ass firmly. "Never fucked a man up the ass either." She laughed, a rich throaty laugh. "Oh, Bob," she said and kissed him. "I do love a man that can make me laugh." She licked his nipples, then kissed his mouth again and rolled on top of him. She had pulled her curly brown hair into a ponytail and when he asked her why she'd smiled her playful little smile and told him "So you can watch me suck your cock." Now she took her hair out of the rubber band and shook it free and smiled at him again. "First thing we have to do is get that cock all nice and hard," she said and reached behind her. "Ooh!" she laughed. "It already is!" He grabbed her breasts and lightly pinched her small nipples. She smiled and shook her chest playfully, making her breasts wing from side to side. "Then we have to get that nice hard cock good and wet," she said. "What should we use?" "I don't know," he said. "Hmm, that's a real dilemma," she mused. "Maybe somebody's pussy is nice and wet?" he suggested. "Oh, what a good idea!" she laughed. She raised her hips up and slid the length of his cock into her hairless pussy, wiggled from side to side, then pulled him back out of her pussy. "Reach back here and spread my ass wide," she begged. He reached around and pulled her pudgy ass cheeks apart. "God, I love anal sex," she moaned and poised the head of his cock at her anus. "Slow, slow," she chanted as she lowered herself onto him, letting inch after inch slide in. Bob gritted his teeth, trying hard to think of anything else but the fact that his cock, long just used to his hand, was being shoved into a twenty eight year old woman's plump ass. "Oh, shit, you're good," she grunted and Bob felt a puddle of moisture on his belly. ---- Cindy sighed; she was so close, and Paul's warm voice was wishing them a good night. "Oh God!" she heard Candy moan in orgasm and she burst into giggles. "Good night," Paul laughed and then he was gone. "You were touching yourself," Cindy accused. "And what are you doing?" Candy hissed, highly embarrassed. "Touching myself," Cindy admitted. "Ah hah!" Candy squealed and they both giggled again. "I am so in love with him," Cindy sighed and buried her face in her pillow in an attempt to muffle her groan of orgasm. Candy playfully swatted Cindy's backside and Cindy groaned again. Then Candy flopped onto the bed next to Cindy and put her arm across Cindy's back. "I'm really in love with him too," she murmured into Cindy's ear. "Think he's in love with us?" Cindy asked hopefully, turning to face her best friend. "He better be!" Candy affirmed. "Yeah," Cindy agreed. "He better be!" "Good night," Candy murmured and kissed Cindy on her lips. "Good night," Cindy murmured. "I love you." "Love you too, you're my best friend in the whole wide world," Candy said and the girls snuggled together and dozed off, happy and secure. Chapter 12 "Oh, come on, Bob," Cathy laughed. "I'm a single mom with three different kids from three different dads. What makes you think I would go to church?" Bob didn't like this Cathy. This wasn't the warm and loving Cathy he'd met a few days ago. It wasn't the sexy and sensual Cathy he'd made love with last night. This was a harsh, bitter Cathy, tired, haggard. He suspected she might be a little hung-over as well; she'd done a good bit of drinking before they'd hit the sheets. "There's always time to start again," he offered. "Forget it," she snapped. "I don't want to see God, and He doesn't want to see me." "Look, on your profile, you said you were Catholic," he said while trying to locate his sock. "Yeah, 'cause when I put 'Agnostic' all I get are these pretentious intellectual fuckers that just want to talk about themselves," she admitted. "Look, I'm sorry, but my religion, it's real important to me," Bob admitted. "Oh, yeah, it was real important last night," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I, um, I don't know what happened here, why you're so upset," Bob tried to talk. "Yeah, you were real worried about what the fucking Pope might think when you had your cock up my fucking ass!" she screamed at him and picked up a water glass she had on her bedside table. "How many 'Hail Mary's' and 'Our Fathers' is THAT worth?" He ducked the glass as she hurled it at him. Water splashed him and the glass shattered when it struck the wall. "Go, just get the fuck out," she screamed. He did. She followed him, hurling more insults loudly, unmindful of her children. ---- Candy woke up, sunlight pouring into the bedroom. Cindy was still asleep, facing her. Candy happily kissed Cindy's cheek, then got out of Ed and scrambled to the bathroom. She peed heartily then reached into the cabinet for her toothbrush. Cindy had her own toothbrush at her house; since they were always together so much, it just made sense. "Oh, God, if I had a toothbrush over at Paul's house," she thought and fought the urge to squeal in excitement, Miss Emily and Mr. Bill might still be asleep. ---- Paul checked his face for any signs of stubble and decided a quick shave might not hurt. If he got a chance to kiss the Broussard sisters, he didn't want any stubble to ruin their enjoyment of it. He stopped in amazement. He'd never ever thought of Cindy Jensen's 'enjoyment' of anything, empathy just wasn't the norm with her. Yet with Cindy and Candy Broussard, even though neither one was as pretty as Cindy Jensen, he cared about their happiness. "Because they care about yours, buddy," he said and smiled. "And even if they ain't as pretty on the outside, they're a hundred times prettier on the inside. He jumped into the shower and lathered up from head to toe. "If this is what love is, it ain't bad," he thought then laughed. ---- "Yeah, you got what you want," Cathy was screaming as he scrambled to get into the Impala. "You got what you wanted, now get the fuck out of here!" "Cathy!" he yelled. "Get back inside!" She was standing in her driveway, completely nude. Bob could see the curtains move in the windows of her house, and in the windows of the house next door to hers. "Fuck you!" she screamed and charged him. "Don't you fucking tell me what to do!" He left a strip of rubber on her driveway and she continued to hurl insults as she chased after his car past a couple of driveways before picking up a beer bottle from the street and hurling it at his car. "Fuck!" he cursed as the back window shattered. Cathy realized it was cold, and she was nude. She turned and walked briskly back to her house. She tried the door, but it was locked. "Crystal, open this fucking door!" she screamed and heard Crystal's laughter. "Come on!" she called, beginning to laugh herself. "This isn't funny, you little bitch!" Damn, all I did was ask what time they went to Mass," Bob mused aloud then got his bearings and headed toward Highway 19. He surmised he'd make it home in plenty of time to shower and get dressed and join Paul at St. Thomas Aquinas. ---- "I'm not going, I don't feel good," Cindy lied to her father as he tried to get her and J.R. moving. "Didn't feel all that sick last night," he barked at her. "That's when I caught it," she said. "Come on, Cindy, let's go, Cindy, get dressed, Cindy, we're going to church, Cindy, whether you feel like it or not, Cindy, am I making myself clear, Cindy?" he spat, emphasizing each 'Cindy' with a clap of his hands. Cindy hated her father, hated her smirking brother, hated Paul Robichaux, hated Bill Baggett, and hated all men. "Fine, ass hole," she grumbled and swung her legs out of bed. "What did you call me?" Doug screamed at her, gripping her upper arm and yanking her backward. "Nothing!" she screamed back at him. They faced each other, hazel eyes glaring into hazel eyes for a long moment. He finally shoved her away from him. "Just get ready for church," he said and slammed out of the trailer. "God help me, I could have killed her," he spat, looking up to Heaven. "Real fucking bright," J.R. sneered and scratched his balls through his boxers. "Kiss my ass, loser," she spat and slammed the door of the bathroom shut. ---- "Well, shit," Paul said as he looked at the shattered rear window of the Impala. "Yeah," Bob agreed. "Man, I was going to use it today," Paul complained. "What, why?" Bob asked. "Since when is this your favorite car?" "'Cause it's got a big front seat," Paul said and mentally went through the list of cars on the lot that would have a big front seat. "Son, maybe I taught you the wrong thing," Bob joked. "You're supposed to like a big BACK seat." "No, no, goofy," Paul smiled. "See, I'm dating the Broussard sisters, so they both have to get up front." "The... You're dating twins?" Bob asked, incredulous. "No, not exactly, they're best friends, so if you date one, you have to date the other," Paul explained and laughed out loud at his father's stunned expression. "Then why'd you call them the Broussard sisters?" Bob asked. As they turned to go back inside. "Because, believe it or not, both their last names are Broussard," Paul explained. "That's my boy!" Bob said and grabbed his son in a playful bear hug. "Taught him everything I know!" "Whew, Dad!" Paul complained. "Jump in the shower, huh?" "Kind of rank, hun?" Bob asked and jogged to the bathroom. "Kind of?" Paul said. "Yeah, getting a shitty dick does kind of stink," Bob agreed and stripped down in the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the tub, prepared to turn the taps He sat for a long moment, immobile. Rebecca might have wanted him to start dating again, but surely this isn't what she would have wanted. She had a great sense of humor, a beautiful laugh, but surely she would not have wanted him to date an insane woman that would chase him down the street, stark naked. "God, Rebecca," he said under his breath. "Baby, please help me." ---- "Oh my goodness," Emily laughed as Cindy and Candy chattered nonstop. "Since when are you two so excited about going to church?" "We've got religion!" Candy burst out and she and Cindy collapsed in giggles. Bill shook his head and rolled his eyes. Inside, there was a little part of him that was tearing apart; his little girl was in love with someone other than her Daddy. He knew the day would come but tried to pretend that it wouldn't ever happen. Emily squeezed his thigh; in tune with his feelings. "It'll be all right," she said under her breath. ---- Paul pulled up to St. Thomas Aquinas in the 1939 Woody. (He had to laugh when he picked it up; the Broussard Sisters sure did give him a 'woody' of his own.) He did not miss the many admiring glances the old panel truck got from the males that were bustling up to the door of the large church. He got out and ran up to the doors of the church. Once inside he looked around and smiled as he spotted the Broussard sisters looking around for him. Cindy spotted him first and her whole face lit up. Candy's face lit up too when she saw him. Cindy Jensen sat, glaring at the world and Paul looked briefly at her then shook his head. "Hi," Both Candy and Cindy whispered loudly as he walked up. He knelt down in the aisle, quickly did the sign of the cross (right thumb to forehead, then to heart, then left and right shoulders) then slid into the pew between them. "Hello Mr., Mrs. Broussard," smiled to Bill and Emily. "Leave some room, Jake and Bobbi are going to be here any minute now," Bill growled, sounding a little harsher than he'd meant to. Emily squeezed his thigh again. "It'll be all right," she repeated to him. "Hello Paul, good to see you again," she said and smiled to the young man. Jake gritted his teeth; he did not miss the adoring glances his little girl was giving the handsome young man. It was one thing when this Paul Robichaux was just an adolescent infatuation, a school-girl crush. It was another thing entirely when he was sitting right next to his Candy. Bobbi patted his arm and he looked at her. "Want me to go get your gun?" she teased and he had to smile. "Just hard, you know?" he said back. "My dad didn't like you either," she reminded him and he smiled a little wider. Paul could feel Cindy Jensen's eyes boring hatefully into the back of his head and smiled. It was she that had broken up with him; if anyone should be mad, it would be him. But he wasn't mad at all; he was grateful. Bob felt horrible. The first reading and the Gospel were both on the wages of sin. In his homily, Father Gregory was intoning about how grievous it is to go against God. "He loves us, like a Father loves His child," Father Gregory said. "Think back, do you remember how bad you felt whenever you made your Father cry?" "God, I am so so sorry for having offended you," Bob prayed silently. "Please forgive me my weakness. "But that was one hot piece of ass," he thought. "Damn, I loved that shaved pussy!" "Sorry God, and right in the middle of praying to you," he prayed. "We believe in one God..." Father Gregory intoned, signifying that he was finished with his homily. The congregation stood and prayed along with him. ---- "Cool truck," Candy said when they were able to get out of church. "Yeah," Cindy agreed, determined to be the first to get in so she could sit next to Paul. "Hey, how's it going?" Bob asked jovially. "Oh, hey, Candy, Cindy, this is my..." Paul said. "Big brother, Bob," Bob said and smiled playfully. "Uh huh," Paul smirked. "Dad, this is Candy." Bob shook hands with the giggling and blushing blonde. "And this is Cindy," Paul went on and Cindy reluctantly let go of the handle to shake Bob's hand. "Bombay?" Bob asked and the three teenagers shook their heads in agreement. "Good, just be careful in the Woody," Bob cautioned. "You got room to talk!" Paul laughed. "You're in the Shelby!" "Had to get here quick," Bob smiled and walked toward the classic muscle car. Paul unlocked the passenger door and opened it. Cindy beat a pouting Candy and scrambled over to unlock the driver's door for Paul. Candy got in and slammed the door. "Hey," Cindy said as she slid over close to him. "Hey," he smiled and she clutched his right arm in both of hers. "Hey," Candy petulantly said. "Hey," he said. "You get to ride in the middle on the way back, okay?" "Hah!" Candy said to Cindy, who stuck her tongue out at Candy. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 02 Chapter 13 By the time they reached Bombay Café, Candy was back to her normal bubbly happy self and she and Cindy were talking, laughing and squealing. Paul was also delighting Cindy by absently resting a hand on her thigh when he wasn't shifting the truck through its gears. "I am so in love," she whispered to Candy and both girls squealed together and hugged each other tightly. Has him playfully tried to push Paul back outside when three teenagers entered the foyer of the restaurant. Bob had to reflect that he was very glad that Paul had never brought Cindy Jensen along for this little tradition of theirs. He was very glad that Paul had brought the Broussard sisters today. They kept his mind off of the guilt and shame he felt for his liaison with Cathy Hernandez. They excitedly tried the exotic cuisine without any skittishness or complaints. It also delighted him to find out that Candy was the daughter of Jake and Bobbi Broussard, his former classmates. ---- Doug Jensen and J.R. indulged themselves in their Sunday tradition; getting drunk and watching football. Cindy Jensen indulged in her own Sunday tradition, sitting in her room and sulking. She ignored her cell phone; Bill had already called her seven times that day and couldn't be bothered to leave a message. If he wouldn't bother to leave a message, she wouldn't bother to call him back. "It is most definitely over," she thought. "On Monday, I'll just tell Paul it was a big mistake and he'll take me back." She thought briefly of him sitting in church with those two thigh monsters, the Broussard Sisters, with their flabby thighs and big Asses. The idea that he'd prefer to be with either one of those pimple faced fat Asses never even occurred to her. ---- "So we have the house to ourselves?" Bill asked as they pulled up into the driveway. "Uh huh," Emily said. "But we're having lunch next door. Bobbi's cooking a pork tenderloin." "I'm a vegetarian," Bill lied. "Oh yeah?" Emily laughed. "Guess you won't be eating any pussy, then." "Damn it, what's a man got to do to get a little bit of that fine ass of yours?" Bill laughed. "Flowers, candy, jewelry," Emily laughed and after knocking on the door, walked into Jake and Bobbi's house. Beaux greeted them by barking for a moment, until Jake ordered him to shut up. "Hard to sit still through church?" Jake nudged Bill in the ribs. "Shut up, I noticed you glaring at him too," Bill growled and the two men went into the living room to catch the football game. ---- "Bye bye," Has him called out and both Cindy and Candy waved. "I get to sit in the middle," Candy reminded Cindy. Both girls stuck their tongues out at each other, then laughed. "Be careful," Bob called out and started up the engine of the powerful Ford. "I'll give you twenty thousand for that," a young man offered and Bob turned the car off. "Fifty five," he said. "It is one hundred percent all original, factory paint job and everything." "No shit?" the young man said and looked at the car again. "My old man had one just like this and kicks himself every day for selling it." "Want to take it for a spin?" Bob offered and ran around to the passenger side. Paul smiled and honked the horn of the Woody as he pulled out of the parking lot. "Where to?" he asked and put his hand on Candy's plump thigh. "I don't care," Candy said. "The office," Cindy whispered to Candy. "I want to make out some more. "Can we go to the office?" Candy whispered to Paul, resting her hand on his thigh. "From the looks of it, no," Paul laughed as the Shelby zoomed past them as if they were standing still on the two lane highway. "Dad will have that car sold before they can get to Bender." "aw!" both Candy and Cindy whined. "We could go to the movies," Paul offered. "Okay!" the both agreed. "But not that scary one you wanted to see." ---- Cathy poured herself another drink and thought back to her dates with Bob. Of course, after her little tirade this morning, it was highly doubtful he'd ever call her again. That was a shame; he was a nice enough guy, and good looking too. And once he got going in the bedroom, he wasn't half bad at that either. "Maybe I should call him apologize," she mused and drank a little more. "I think maybe I'm drunk," she giggled to herself. "Mommy, I'm hungry," Taylor whined, killing her pleasant little buzz. "Go tell Crystal," she snapped. "I did and she said 'tough shit,'" Taylor whined. "Oh God!" Cathy spat. "Fine, fine! I'll fix you something! What do you want?" Chapter 14 Paul got his way and they were sitting in the darkened theater for the horror movie. "I'm not going to look," Candy announced. "but then you won't know if it's me doing this," Paul said and trailed a finger along her leg, getting close to her crotch. "Or the killer." "Oh!" she screamed and slapped his hand. He laughed aloud and kissed her quickly. Cindy wanted to know what Candy had screamed about so Paul repeated the maneuver and got a slapped hand from Cindy as well. Cindy also got a quick little kiss. I've got to go to the bathroom," Candy announced and grabbed Cindy's hand. ---- Bob took the 'good faith' check for one percent of the sales price and again promised not to sell the car before the close of the business day on Monday. The young man laughed out loud and looked through the glass door at the car again. "Damn, but my old man's going to shit on himself when I pull up in that thing!" he told Bob then pulled out the keys for his brad mew 2002 Lincoln. "I'll bet," Bob said and locked the check in the top drawer of the desk. "Real pleasure doing business with you," the man said and again pumped Bob's hand vigorously. They walked outside into the bright sunshine and Bob almost grimaced when a minivan pulled into the parking lot. "Looks like you got another one," the young man said and got into his Lincoln. "Hey," Bob smiled at the middle-aged man that climbed down. "Hey, was here yesterday, real nice young man let me look at the two Cadillac's," the middle aged man said. "That would be my son," Bob said with real pride. "Thank you Rebecca," he muttered under his breath. "I know you're trying to keep me too busy to think." ---- "How far are we going to go?" Candy whispered to Cindy, even though they were alone in the bathroom. "I don't know," Cindy whispered back. "I mean, if he wants to touch my titties, I'll let him," Candy said and thrust her chest out. "Silly!" Cindy laughed. "Of course he's going to want to touch our titties! He's a guy! They all want to touch girls' titties!" "You let him?" Candy asked in a whisper again. Cindy hesitated for a moment, then nodded her head yes. "How 'bout if he wants to touch your, your..." Candy asked, blushing deeply. "My what?" Cindy asked, even though she was sure she knew what Candy was talking about. "Your, you know," Candy blushed and then brazenly cupped Cindy's crotch through the other girl's slacks. "Candy!" Cindy squealed and pushed the other girl's hand away. "well?" Candy asked, blush on full strength. "Well what?" Cindy asked, blushing equally hard. "Would you let him touch you there?" Candy asked. "Well, I guess I'd have to let him, since I just let YOU touch me there," Cindy said. Both girls giggled then left the bathroom.---- ----Cindy Jensen listened as Elaine prattled on and on about something totally boring to Cindy. But then again, since Elaine wasn't talking about Cindy, Cindy wasn't interested. Finally, Elaine ran out of things to talk about and Cindy quickly terminated their conversation. She checked her cell phone again. Bill had called her twice during Elaine's boring monologue, but as usual, hadn't bothered to leave a message. ---- "Oh!" the man gasped. "I didn't even see that one!" He was looking at the 1951 Lincoln. "Yeah, that one was a real mess when we found it; last owner actually had it out in a field, rusting away," Bob said. "I don't believe this," the man said, eyes opened wide in disbelief. "I had my money all saved up to buy this car, was going to get it but went off to Korea, then when I got back, she'd already spent the money, bought us a little house in Degrade," he said. "well, it's been sitting here waiting for you," Bob said. "Can I drive it?" the man asked, much like a kid would. "Let me get the keys," Bob agreed and trotted off to the office. ---- "Hey, thought you'd fallen in," Paul said when the girls finally returned. "Shut up," Candy giggled. "You're not funny." "Yeah, that's the same thing my Dad says," Cindy giggled. "Missed you," Paul said and lightly kissed Candy. "Missed you," Paul said and lightly kissed Cindy. The movie started after the endless stream of commercials and advertisements for upcoming movies and Paul knew he'd made the right choice; both Candy and Cindy were frantically gripping him whenever the eerie music started. "Ah!" Candy screamed as Paul playfully trailed a finger along her inner thigh. "Don't do that!" she hissed to him, then jammed her tongue into his mouth. She was going to scream again. She could feel his hand creeping closer to her boob. "I like them pinched, kind of hard," she whispered in his ear. She moaned into his mouth as he did pinch her nipples deliciously hard. With another kiss, he lightly pushed her away then turned to Cindy. "Don't pinch mine," Cindy whispered. "Just kind of smush them, like this." "Is there anything we can do for you?" Candy whispered in his ear when he and Cindy finished kissing. "I don't want to go too fast for y'all," Paul said in a strangled voice. It was extremely hard to think; all the blood had rushed out of his head and was throbbing through his cock. "Oh," Candy said, disappointed. "Really, I'd kind of like to take it slow," Paul managed to choke out. Damn it, he wanted to feel Candy's talented tongue on the length of his cock, feel her wet mouth tugging and pulling at his meat until he spurted a load into her mouth. He wanted to feel Cindy's soft hands kneading his balls, feel her soft wet tongue lapping at the head of his cock, her excited moans as he blasted into her mouth. Onscreen, the killer popped up behind a couple of teenagers that were miming sexual intercourse. The action was horrendous and the dialogue even worse, but it had the desired effect; Paul was looking at an impressive set of tits and a little slice of bush. "Ee!" Cindy squealed as the killer raised the bloody knife, preparing to slash down. She buried her head into Paul's chest, and felt Candy's head already there. Paul laughed and put his arms around the two of them. "This movie's scary," Cindy whispered to Candy. "I know!" she whispered back. "I am so in love with him," Cindy whispered. "Me too," Candy giggled. Onscreen, the front door opened and the two teenagers screamed and scrambled to get into their clothes. The killer ducked back behind the couch. "Hello?" the 'mother' of the teenaged girl called out." In here, Mom," the teenaged actress called out. "I saw Zack's car out front, I thought I told you I didn't want him here when I'm not here," the 'mother' said and entered the room. "Um, hi," the teenaged boy said. "Hello, Zack," 'mother' said coldly. "New fashion?" "What?" 'Zack' asked. "Or do you always wear your shirts inside out?" 'mother' asked and left the room. "You can look now," Paul whispered and Candy kissed Cindy on the lips and then pulled slightly out of Paul's embrace. "But I don't want to look," she giggled and buried her head against his chest again. She loved the way he smelled; clean, masculine. Cindy rubbed her small hand up and down his leg. She wanted to touch the lump she could see in his slacks. She wished she were as brave, as bold as Candy. Candy would just reach up and grab Paul's, Paul's manhood. She took a deep breath and steeled herself. "Ah!" Paul gasped and shuddered as he flooded his briefs with semen. "Oh my God!" Cindy gasped and sat up. "Did I hurt you?" "No, no," Paul choked out, still spurting into his briefs. "What did you do?" Candy whispered to Cindy. "Shh!" came to them from all around the theater. Chapter 15 Marie Soileau drove down Highway 19. She didn't normally drive this way, but I-10 was a mess according to the radio, an earlier accident blocking two of the three lanes. She looked around with mild interest as she drove through Bender. She'd never even heard of this town, even though she was a native of Louisiana. But then again, she'd rarely ventured out of New Orleans, except to visit her big brother, who'd moved to Lafayette, Louisiana three years earlier. She cursed mildly; she'd shot past Highway 52, her turn-off. A car lot on the right side of the road caught her attention; the cars all seemed to be older models. The Ford F150 pick up truck caught her attention and she slowed down to look a little more closely. "I don't believe it," she gasped and slowed even more to look at the 1969 truck. "Well, Jimmy," Bob smiled. "What do you think?" "I got to have it!" Jimmy said as he turned the Lincoln onto Highway 19 and drove back toward the car lot. "I don't believe this!" Bob laughed as he watched a Chevy Cavalier make a U-turn on Highway 19 and pull into the car lot. "I don't do this much business when I'm open!" He watched the blonde woman get out of the Chevy and walk over to the pick up truck. She touched it reverently and stood there. "Hi, help you?" Bob asked. Marie turned and smiled even as tears streamed down her face. "My father had a pick up truck just like this," she said. "Same color, everything." "Well, um," Bob said, unsure of how to proceed. "He died five years ago," Marie went on. "But I remember him taking Nicky and me to get ice cream after church on Sundays. We'd get to ride in the back of the truck." "Um, want me to leave you alone with..." Bob asked. "How much is it?" Marie asked. " "Eleven thousand," Bob said. "It's all original and..." "Okay," Marie agreed. "You take credit cards?" "Uh, yes ma'am," Bob said. "Just let me finish with..." "Take your time," she smiled and dug her cell phone out of her purse. "Nicky, you won't believe this," she laughed into the cell phone. "You remember when we was kids and..." Bob shook his head and walked toward the office. Jimmy watched the woman with mild interest. "Story's same as yours," Bob smiled. "Saw it, loves it, has to have it." ---- "You did what?" Candy gasped and giggled. "I touched his, his, thingie," Cindy whispered back. "Cindy!" Candy gasped again. She leaned closer to Cindy. "Is that when he kind of did that moaning thing?" she asked. "Yeah," Cindy agreed. Paul used another wad of toilet paper to clean his underwear out and smiled. Poor Cindy had been so horrified, sure she had hurt him. "No, no, Baby," he laughed to himself. "You didn't hurt me, you made me feel all right." "So what was it like?" Candy asked. "I don't know," Cindy admitted. "I just kind of touched it then he jumped and I quit touching it." Paul smiled and blushed as Candy and Cindy came toward him. He was highly embarrassed, but had to laugh at himself. As embarrassed as he was, he was sure that Cindy was twice as embarrassed. The fact that she would not look at him gave proof to that and he lightly touched her arm. She looked up at him and he smiled. Blushing, she smiled back. ---- "Think we ought to call her?" Bill asked Emily and she burst out laughing. "Got the house to ourselves and you're not grabbing my ass or my boobs?" she asked. "Something wrong, 'Daddy?'" "No, it's just that..." he stammered. "Call her if you want," Emily smiled and playfully pinched his arm. "I mean, it is a school night, you know?" he said. "Uh huh," Emily laughed, walking toward the laundry room. ---- "Hey, instead of worrying about where Candy is, why don't you worry about getting my washing machine level?" Bobbi asked. "That damned thing rocking again?" Jake asked. ---- "Oh, my wife's going to kill me," Jimmy laughed as he tore out the check and slid it across the desk. "Hey, if you'd rather not..." Bob said. "When am I going to get another chance?" Jimmy asked. "She'll get over it." Marie came out of the small bathroom, make-up refreshed. She smiled as she dug her American Express card out of her wallet. "Better?" Bob asked. "Yeah," she said, eyes watering up again. "I'm sorry. It's just that I miss my dad so much." "I understand," Bob said. "My wife, Rebecca, she died fifteen years ago, there's not a day that goes by that I don't think about her." Jimmy waved from the doorway and left the office. "Oh, damn!" Marie laughed. "How am I going to get the Chevy home?" "Where's home?" Bob asked. "New Orleans, well, Metairie actually," she shrugged. "Tell you what," Bob said. "There's an Oldsmobile I've been needing to pick up in Kenner, I'll drive the truck down on Monday or Tuesday, how's that sound?" "Oh no!" Marie laughed. "I'm not leaving the lot without the truck! You can drive the Cavalier down!" "The truck's a standard, you know how to drive a standard?" Bob asked. Again her eyes began to water up. "He'd let me shift," she said. "He'd push in the clutch and tell me 'Okay, Honey Bunny, put it in first,' or second, or whatever." Bob fought the urge to wince when another car pulled into the parking lot. Marie saw the expression and looked through the glass door and smiled. "That's Nicky," she said. "I called him and told him where I was." "Oh, okay," Bob smiled. "It's just that, normally I'm closed on Sundays." "Must have been God's will," she smiled and walked rapidly to the door. A male version of Marie came in and kissed his sister. "Damn it, if you didn't want to visit me, just tell me," he joked. "Shut up," she laughed. "Just wait until you see this." "Saw it, the white one?" he said. "Can you believe? White?" she laughed and dabbed at her eyes again. "She's been doing that ever since she got here," Bob said and Nick shrugged. "Yeah, well, that truck was a big part of our lives," Nick smiled and stuck out his hand. "Nick Soileau." "Bob Robichaux," Bob said and the two shook hands. Chapter 16 "They're here," Bobbi said needlessly. "See you tomorrow," Paul said and Candy was a little peeved at his quick kiss goodbye. Paul could see the curtains move and didn't want an angry father on his hands. "You're dad's watching," he whispered and Candy huffed and turned and glared at the window. "Bye," she said and went into her house. "I'm real sorry if I hurt you," Cindy said again as Paul took her hand and walked her to her front door. "They're here, Daddy," Emily called out. "You can quit worrying now." :Wait, wait, just getting my shotgun," Bill replied. "You didn't hurt me," Paul said quietly. "Actually, it kind of felt pretty good." "Really?" Cindy asked. "You're not just saying that?" "No, I'm not just saying that," he said and quickly kissed her goodbye. Again, he could see the curtain's moving. "See you in school tomorrow," she said and gave him another kiss before dashing inside. ---- Bob handed Marie the keys to the truck and took her keys for the Cavalier. She surprised him by giving him a long hug, then dashed off to climb into the truck. "Yeah, Dad's truck was a real big part of our growing up," Nick smiled as Marie honked the horn twice, then pulled out onto Highway 19. "Well, glad it was here," Bob said and locked the door to the office. The truck had sat, idle, for nearly four years, never getting anything but mild interest. Most customers balked at the fact that it was a standard transmission. Bob had even thought of reducing the price, or trading it in on something else. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 02 "See you later," Nick said and got into his own car. Bob nodded his head and waved goodbye as Nick pulled out of the parking lot. He debated on whether or not to start on the window of the Impala or just go home. Exhaustion won out and he decided the window could wait. ---- Cindy looked on as Doug and J.R. lay sleeping in front of the television. She knew if she changed the channel, they'd both wake up and both complain that they were watching whatever stupid football game was playing. She huffed and went back to her room to sulk some more. Chapter 17 "Hey, I'm just sitting here, running my fingers up and down my wet pussy, wishing you were here to fill it up again," Cathy's seductive voice purred into the answering machine. Paul shook his head in wonder and fast-forwarded to the next message. "You remember how much you liked filling my ass?" Cathy's voice purred and Paul again fast-forwarded. She'd left nine messages; the first four were sexy, suggestive, the next two were a little surly, but the last three were screaming rants. "Jesus, Dad," Paul said. "Sounds like you picked a real winner there. "Hey sport," Bob said as he came into the living room. "Um, hey, Dad," Paul said. "Your girlfriend called for you." "My hairless pussy's all hot and waiting for you," Bob heard her say and hit the 'Erase' button. "It gets better," Paul said. "Go do your homework," Bob said, highly embarrassed. "Think I'm learning more here," Paul joked. "By the way, like your girlfriend," Bob said. "Yeah?" Paul asked, smiling. "I do too." "Your big cock filling my ass, mmm," Cathy moaned on the machine. "Come for me Baby." Bob hit the 'Erase' button again. "So which one is the girlfriend?" Bob asked. "I mean, they're both cute; I like them both, but..." "Both of them, kind of," Paul said. "I really like them both." "Damn, how many messages did she leave?" Bob asked. "Eight or nine," Paul said. "The last one is real interesting. Might want to give it a listen." Bob erased the next few calls and listened as Cathy threatened to come to Bender and hunt him down and cut off his balls. She promised to burn his house down with him and his worthless son inside. Bob saved the message and called Dick Davis, the sheriff of Bender. "I'd have saved the first one or two," Paul teased. "Those sounded pretty..." "Go do your homework," Bob ordered. ---- "Was it big?" Candy whispered into the cell phone. "I think so," Cindy said. "I already told you, Candy, I only touched it for a second." "Can you imagine it going in you?" Candy breathed into the phone. She'd not been able to think of anything else. All she could think of was lying down and pulling Paul on top of her and feeling his manhood enter her. He would look down into her and whisper to her how much he loved her, how she was the most perfect woman he'd ever met, how much she meant to him. Next to her Candy would cuddle against her, hugging her tightly as she felt Paul's lips touch her lips. Cindy felt her love and Paul's love fill her completely. "Yeah," she finally breathed into the phone. "I bet it'd be fantabulous!" "Candy Broussard," Bobbi's voice cut into their conversation. "Talking to Cindy on your cell phone is not doing your homework." "Yes ma'am," Candy said. "Got to go, I love you so much," Candy said and closed her cell phone. ---- Dick took the information, shook his head and grinned at his brother. "Well, what can I say, you can pick them, can't you?" he said. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Bob said. He was embarrassed to have to play the messages in front of Rebecca's brother. "Paul around?" Dick asked. "In his room, doing homework," Bob said. "Mind if I pop my head in, say 'hi?'" Dick asked. "Nah, nah, go right ahead," Bob said. "So you really fucked this girl up the ass?" Dick asked as he walked down the hall. "Yeah, yeah, but look," Bob said. "And then she chased you, buck naked, down the street?" Dick asked and rapped on Paul's bedroom door. "Yeah, but I don't..." Bob said. "I'll take a look at the car's window, fill out a complaint," Dick said and opened the door to Paul's bedroom. ---- "Had to happen, sooner or later," Bobbi comforted Jake. "Sooner or later, your little girl was going to fall in love." "Yeah, but why couldn't it be later, like when she's fifty or sixty?" Jake asked. "Silly man," Bobbi laughed and wiggled in closer. "I mean, I figured she and Cindy would move in together, you know, out by the park, come over for dinner every Sunday, and I'd never ever have to worry about them," Jake said. "And what'll you do if the next baby's a girl too?" Bobbi asked and playfully snapped the waistband of his boxer shorts. "Probably worry myself to death over her too," Jake admitted. "Did you hear me?" Bobbi asked and bit down on his earlobe. "Yeah, you said..." Jake began, then pulled away from his wife and snapped on the bedside lamp. "We're going to have a baby!" Bobbi squealed, ecstatically. "We're what?" Jake asked, stunned. They'd wanted another child for so long, dreamed of another loving little girl like Candy, or a little Jake Jr. Her last two pregnancies had ended in miscarriages but they never had given up hope. "How far along are you?" he asked, almost breathless with excitement and worry. "About seven weeks," Bobbi said happily and then began sobbing. "Oh, God, Baby, I hope we don't lose this one! I don't think I can stand going through that again." He felt his own tears begin and turned off the lamp and held his wife until they fell asleep. Chapter 18 "Mom, the police are here again," Crystal called out. Cathy had a splitting headache; she'd finished off the vodka yesterday afternoon, then drank all the imported beer her last boyfriend had left behind when he left. She got out of bed and walked to the living room. "Ms. Cathy Hernandez?" the uniformed police officer asked. "Yeah, what'd my kid do this time?" Cathy mumbled, wincing against the sound of her own voice. "Uh, ma'am, do you think you could go put some clothes on?" the officer asked. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," Cathy mumbled and left the living room. "How come you're not in school?" the other officer asked Rochelle. "Mommy forgot to wake us up," she shrugged. "We missed the bus." "What the fuck this all about?" Cathy asked, returning to the living room clad in tee shirt and jeans. "Do you know a Mr. Robert Robichaux?" the first officer asked. "That old guy?" Crystal laughed. "He was a big old douche bag." "Shut up!" Cathy yelled at her daughter. "Yeah, I know him, why?" "And did you leave him a message, threatening to burn his house down?" the officer asked. "Do what?" Cathy asked, shocked. ---- Paul smiled widely as he saw Cindy and Candy standing by their Toyota. They returned his smile and both ran up to him. "Hi," they bubbled. School rules were very strict about any physical contact between males and females but Paul took a chance and quickly kissed both girls on their lips before they entered the front door of the school building. Senior Homeroom took notice that Paul Robichaux entered the classroom right behind the Broussard sisters and sat down right behind Cindy Broussard. Senior Homeroom took notice of their quiet conversations, punctuated by Candy's and Cindy's Squeals. Senior Homeroom took notice of their wide smiles. Cindy Jensen looked on with an emotion as close to sympathy as she could muster. She wasn't sure which Broussard Paul was dating, but that girl was sure to be crushed when Paul dumped her and came running back to her. "Oh well, that's how the cookie crumbles," she thought and shrugged her shoulders. "Mr. Robichaux, do you mind if I call roll now?" Sister Andrea asked and many of the students tittered. "Be my guest, Sister," Paul smiled and Sister Andrea tried not to smile, shook her head and continued to call the roll. ---- "Hi, um, this is Marie," the voice said on the other end. Marie Soileau." "Yes, yes," Bob smiled. "How's the truck?" "It's great!" she laughed happily. "Everybody at work thinks I'm crazy for buying it, but what do they know?" "Okay, listen, I'll be leaving here as soon as my son gets here," Bob said. "About four, which would put me in..." "Baton Rouge right at the worst of their rush hour," She finished for him. Why don't you wait until five thirty or so?" "Um, because that would put me at your house at nine thirty, ten o'clock." Bob said. "And?" Marie asked playfully. "That past your bedtime?" "Well, the dealership in Kenner closes at nine," Bob said. "What?" Marie asked. "The dealership. In Kenner," Bob said. "I'm going there to pick up a 1954 Oldsmobile." "Oh!" Marie said. "Well, what time do they open up?" "Nine, ten o'clock, " Bob said. "Then just stay the night, I'll drop you off at the dealership in the morning," Marie said. "Um, you sure?" Bob asked, suddenly nervous. "Yeah, it's not a problem, I work at the courthouse in Metairie," Marie said. "The reason I was calling, though, is are you going to bring the title with you when you come?" "Stopped off at the DMV this morning and made copies of it," Bob assured her. "Good, see you tonight, do you like fried chicken?" she said. "Um, yeah, yeah I do, but don't put yourself to any trouble," Bob said. He looked again at the photocopy of her driver's license; Marie Soileau was twenty-seven years old. "She's just being a nice kid," he said and smiled. "Plus that, her big brother would beat the crap out of me if I tried anything with his baby sister," he said and went back outside to continue working on the Impala. Chapter 19 Cathy sat in the stark room and sobbed in self-pity. Down the hall, an officer from Child Protection Services was talking with Crystal, Rochelle, and Taylor. She knew she would lose them again. And that stuck up bitch down at CPS had promised her that if they had to remove the children again, it would be a long time before they'd even consider letting her have them back. "Ever think about going to Alcoholics Anonymous?" the police officer asked and Cathy glared at him. "What fucking good's that going to do?" she spat. "Ma'am, you say you had a few drinks yesterday, you don't remember calling Mr. Robichaux and leaving threatening messages, you were too hung over to get out of bed this morning," the officer reminded her. "Might want to take a look at that, might be a problem, you know?" Cathy burst into tears again as they could hear Taylor shriek for his mother. ---- "I made a big mistake," Cindy Jensen said as she stood in front of Paul's chair. The cafeteria was noisy, but Cindy tuned out all the background noise. Paul smirked at her. "Yeah? What you going to name it?" he asked and pointedly looked at her midsection. "Not that kind of mistake fucker," she said, angered by his smirk and his sarcastic response. This really wasn't going like she'd planned. And Bill was looming over her everywhere she went. She knew he was slightly afraid of Paul; Paul fought back, so had really planned, hoped that Paul would be her protection. "Look Cindy, I really don't care anymore," he said and waved to Candy and Cindy. "Don't tell me you'd rather be with those two pimple faced fat asses," she hissed at him. "Cindy, I'd rather be with them then with anyone else, Even you." he said, loud enough for the Broussard Sisters to hear him. They put their lunch trays down and looked blankly at Cindy Jensen. Paul smiled and looked back at Cindy. "Or should I say Especially you?" he said. "You're telling me, you like they're no tit big ass bodies?" she asked again. "Gee, your mom liked them just fine," Candy said. "Ain't that right, Cindy?" Cindy Jensen lost all color to her face and stared at Candy. "You fucking bitch! How dare you?" she gasped, then burst into sobs. She ran from the cafeteria. Candy had no way of knowing; Cindy Jensen hadn't even told Paul, but the reason Doug Jensen had gotten custody of his daughter four years earlier was because her mother came out of the closet. The family court judge was prepared to grant custody to Terri Jensen, but Cindy had stood up and told the judge that it disgusted her to even look at her mother and she would rather live with her father than have to be around that kind of lifestyle. Cindy would not talk to her mother on the phone, returned all birthday cards Christmas cards and presents. "Gee, I'm sorry," Candy gasped in shock. "Don't worry about it," Paul said and forced a smile. "Believe me, she wouldn't think twice about making you cry." "What'd she want anyway?" Cindy asked. "I think she wanted to get back together," Paul shrugged and ate his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "And?" Candy asked, stopping her forward motion with her fork. "And I told her 'Tough toenails,'" Paul smiled. "Really?" Cindy asked. "I told her the truth," Paul smiled. "I told her there's no one I'd rather be with than y'all." "Aw!" both Candy and Cindy sighed, then looked at each other and squealed. ---- Jake and Bill sat in the lunchroom and ate the pork tenderloin leftovers that Bobbi had packed for them. "He's a good kid, though," Bill said. "I mean, he seems to be, polite, you know?" "Shut up, Bill," Jake said and smiled. "I don't want him to be a good kid. I want him to give me a reason to hate him." "Yeah," Bill agreed and shoveled another forkful into his mouth. J.R. put his lunch bag down and sat with the two men. He didn't bother greeting them, did not exchange any pleasantries, and just began to eat. "You know, someone like him," Jake said and Bill shook his head. "Shoot him on sight if he came anywhere near Cindy," Bill agreed. ---- 'Gone to Lunch,' Bob hand-wrote on the sheet of paper and taped it to the door of the office. He drove Marie's Cavalier to his house and packed an over night bag. He thought for a moment, then dug out the set of pajamas his son had given him for his birthday. Normally he just slept in tee shirt and boxers, but since he would be spending the night at a young lady's house, it might not be a bad idea to wear pajamas. He made sure to pack his shaving cream and razor and some aftershave. He microwaves a 'Lean Cuisine' and shoveled it in as quickly as he could. "Hey, was afraid you'd skipped town or something," Jimmy smiled as he got out of the minivan. A surly looking woman slammed the passenger door shut and waddled around to the driver's door of the minivan, slammed the door shut and backed out of the lot. She left a spray of clamshells as she roared away. "Let me guess, less than happy about the new car," Bob said and accepted the Cashier's check for the Lincoln. "Uh huh," Jimmy smiled. "Going to be even less happy when I don't come home for a few hours. Thought I'd take this baby down to Lake Charles, hit the casino, cut loose a little." "That's what I'd do," Bob agreed. The Shelby was gone, the Lincoln was gone, and the pickup truck was gone. Bob spent a couple of hours tinkering with the Edsel. The glass for the Impala wasn't due in for another two days so he taped a sheet of plastic in the window in case it rained, even though the forecast didn't show any signs of it. Paul pulled up and Bob smiled. "Damn!" Paul looked around. "Lot's getting kind of empty looking!" "Yeah, business's been pretty good," Bob agreed. "Listen, I got to go out of town, I'll be gone until tomorrow." "Wow, you're not going back over to that psycho, are you?" Paul teased. "No, no, going to New Orleans," Bob said and shook his head. "Smart ass." "Getting the Oldsmobile?" Paul asked. "Uh huh," Bob said and pulled the Chevy onto the ramp of the flat bed truck. He waved to Candy and Cindy as they pulled not the lot. He thought about warning Paul to 'behave himself,' thought better about it and pulled out onto Highway 19. "Rebecca's old man told me to behave myself, didn't do a bit of good," he smiled and downshifted to come to a complete stop at the intersection of Highway 19 and Highway 52. "Where's your dad going?" Candy looked at the large flatbed truck as it turned onto Highway 52. "New Orleans," Paul said and smiled. Cindy was holding him tightly, then Candy snaked her arms around him too. "How long he going to be gone?" Cindy bravely whispered. "'Till tomorrow," Paul said. "Oh my God!" Cindy thought. "We can do some more kissing and touching and..." She blushed even thinking about it, about going all the way with Paul, of Candy going all the way with him. She breathed in deeply, enjoying his masculine scent, enjoying Candy's musk perfume scent. "We can't stay too long," Candy said. "Mom's fixing a special dinner, says she's got something real important to talk about." "But we have about an hour," Cindy whispered, her heart beating a mile a minute. "Well, we can stand around out here freezing our asses off," Paul smiled. "Or we can go in the office where it's nice and warm."---- Candy let go of him and ran to the office door and yanked it open. Cindy gave him one final squeeze and ran for the open door. "I'm first!" she squealed as she bounded into the office. "No fair!" Candy squealed back. "I was busy holding the door!" "Aw!" Cindy giggled and stuck her tongue out at Candy. Paul laughed and held the door for Candy. "I'm first," Cindy declared again and held out her arms to Paul. "No you're not!" Candy argued. "Hey, hey, no arguing," Paul said and cupped Cindy's face in his hands. Her brown eyes looked into his blue ones and she melted as he smiled. "You're both first," he said and let go of Cindy's face. "Candy wanted to melt as he held her face in his hands. She reached up and held his hands to her face. "I love you!" she gasped out. "Candy!" Cindy squealed, almost bursting into tears. She wanted to be first to tell him. For the first time she could ever remember, she felt anger toward Candy. "Really?" Paul asked, a little surprised. He was sure that Cindy Jensen had said she loved him; they'd been together for nearly four years, but he honestly couldn't remember if she did say it or not. If she had, it was probably to manipulate him, to get something she wanted. "Uh huh," Candy said, smiling and blushing. "Me too," Cindy said, almost choking on the sob that threatened to burst out. "I love y'all too," Paul admitted. He did love them. They made him happy, they made him feel good, made him feel wanted. That was how love was supposed to make you feel, happy. He perched on the edge of the desk and Cindy wrapped her arms around him, standing right between his legs, blocking Candy out. "Hey!" Candy said and tried to get in between Paul's legs as well. "Give her some room," Paul ordered softly and Cindy looked up into his blue eyes. Finally she nodded her head and moved over so that Candy could squeeze in. His kiss was so, so...addictive. That was it. She was addicted to his kisses. And she could feel his hand rubbing up and down her back. And she could feel Candy's arm around her back, but she wasn't pulling her arms from around Paul. He pulled away from her lips and smiled down into her face. Then Candy kissed her cheek and she turned and looked into Candy's brown eyes. She immediately regretted her anger toward Candy and leaned over and kissed Candy on her lips. She pulled her right arm from around Paul and put it around Candy. Candy smiled warmly at her and put her lips to Cindy's again. Cindy opened her mouth and touched her tongue to Candy's lips. Candy hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth and accepted Cindy's tongue. "I love you so much," Cindy whispered when she pulled away. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 02 "Love you too," Candy said and squeezed Cindy tightly. Candy then turned her face up to Paul and puckered up for a kiss. She felt Cindy's hand rub up and down her back, like Paul's hand was doing. Again she squeezed Cindy tightly then opened her mouth and sucked Paul's tongue into her mouth. She felt Cindy's hot breath in her ear, then felt Cindy's warm lips press against her cheek. She pulled away from Paul's kiss and again looked at Cindy. They brought their lips to each other's and both opened their mouths for the other's tongue. Candy hesitated for a moment, then lightly stroked the outside of Cindy's small hard breast. Cindy moaned into her mouth and Candy pressed down on Cindy's breast. She felt Cindy's shaking hand travel up her side toward her left breast. When she felt Cindy's fingers lightly cup her hard breast, she groaned and shuddered. "What happened?" Cindy asked, blushing hotly. "I, I came!" Candy gasped, then burst into embarrassed giggles. "You did not!" Cindy said, then burst into giggles as well. "Uh huh," Candy gasped and tried to catch her breath. The more she tried, the harder she giggled until she was almost doubled over with laughter. Laughter is infectious and soon Paul and Cindy were laughing as hard as she. Damn, that must have been one hell of a joke," the male voice boomed out and both Candy and Cindy screamed. "Hi, can I help you?" Paul asked, blushing hotly. "Yeah, the GTO over there, the yellow one?" the man asked and pointed over his shoulder. "Want to take it for a spin?" Paul asked, locating the keys on the key rack. "By, Paul," Cindy said, pulling her coat on. "Yeah, bye Paul," Candy said and pulled her coat on. "Love you," Paul said and quickly kissed Cindy. "Love you," he said to Candy and kissed her too. They tramped out into the darkening twilight and Paul locked the office door behind them. ---- Emily and Bobbi bustled in the kitchen and Jake and Bill set the table. "Damn it!" Jake thundered. "This is Candy's job!" "Yeah!" Bill agreed. "Why'd she have to go and get a boyfriend?" Jake whined. "Yeah!" Bill agreed. "They're so upset their little girls are growing up," Emily laughed. "I know," Bobbi smiled and flipped the Salisbury steaks in the mushroom gravy. "Damn it, Bobbi!" Emily laughed. "Couldn't you burn dinner just once for me, so I don't have to hear Bill say 'Gee, how come you can't cook like Bobbi?'" ---- Cindy was starting to feel afraid. She never would have suspected that Bill Baggett would be the 'Stalker' type. He called her cell phone every five minutes, let it ring twice, and then would hang up. She could see him sitting out in his car, looking at her bedroom window. Chapter 20 "I can't believe you did that," Candy hissed as she drove away from the car lot. "What?" Cindy asked, not looking at Candy. "Stuck your tongue in my mouth!" Candy hissed. "What?" Cindy squealed. "Candy! You did it too!" "Yeah, but you did it first!" Candy defended. They drove down Highway 19in silence, then turned onto Cort Street. Candy pulled up in front of Cindy's house; tomorrow was Cindy's turn to drive them to school. "I still love you and you're still my best friend in the whole wide world," Candy said and patted Cindy on her plump thigh. "I love you too," Cindy said and the two hugged tightly. "Come on, Mom's making Salisbury steak," Candy said excitedly and the two ran to Candy's house, their squeals announcing their approach. ---- Paul let out his breath; the man had made him a little nervous. He'd not said two words the entire time they drove the streets of Bender, didn't smile, and didn't acknowledge any of Paul's questions. He pulled onto the lot then parked it in the slot it occupied. Paul made sure the three keys were still on the key ring before the truck made it out of the lot, and mentally wrote down the man's license plate numbers. "Hey Uncle Dick," he said when he got back to the office. "Can you run a number for me?" ---- Bob breathed a sigh of relief. Gonzales was just ahead; he was out of the worst of the Baton Rouge traffic. His cell phone rang and he answered it. "Hey Dad," Paul's voice cut through. "Hey buddy, what's going on?" Bob asked. "Nothing much," Paul said. "Just seeing how you're making it." "Yeah, just got out of Baton Rouge," Bob said and braked slightly for another truck that was weaving slightly. :Good, good," Paul said. "Has the glass for the Impala made it in yet." "Nope, that'll be there tomorrow, Wednesday," Bob agreed. "All right, Dad, be careful," Paul said and hung up. "Love you son," Bob said, even though he was sure that Paul had hung up. ---- "We're having a baby?" Candy asked, mouth open in shock. "We're going to have a little brother or sister?" Cindy asked. "Are you serious?" Bill asked. "Oh, Bobbi! That's great!" Emily said and hugged her friend. both Candy and Cindy squealed and hugged each other ecstatically. ---- Cathy poured half a glass full of vodka then dropped a couple of ice cubes into the glass. They crackled merrily but that did little for her mood. She began to pour some orange juice into the glass then paused for a moment to judge whether or not there was enough juice for the kids to have with their breakfast in the morning. With a jolt she realized they wouldn't be there for breakfast tomorrow morning. Bob Robichaux had made sure of that. Bitterly, she poured the orange juice into the glass, swirled it a couple of times, and then drank it down in just a few gulps. "And that smug ass mother fucking cop sitting there telling me I need to go to fucking A.A.," she spat out. ---- "Hey, that is pretty awesome," Paul smiled as both Candy and Cindy squealed and screamed through the cell phone, telling him their exciting news. "Tell Mrs. Broussard congratulations. "What about Mr. Broussard?" Jake yelled out. "Doesn't he get any congratulations?" Paul laughed heartily into the phone. "No, I'm sure Mrs. Broussard will tell you, you've got the easy part. She's the one that'll be doing all the work," Paul said. "I like that boy," Bobbi called out. "Like you too," Paul yelled back. "No, no, Mr. Broussard, that is great news, congratulations to you too." "Smart boy," Bill said through gritted teeth. "Kiss up to the women, they'll protect him." "Well, good night, I've got a ton of homework," Paul called out. "And I'm sure you two do to," Bobbi said. "Go on, we'll clear the table." "Damn boy, ought to make him clear the table," Jake muttered. "Oh, stop it!" Bobbi laughed. "Good night," Candy said, suddenly a little shy around Cindy. "Good night," Cindy said and shrugged her coat on. "Love you," Candy said and quickly hugged Cindy, kissed her on the lips, then ran away to her room. ---- Marie turned the radio up; 'The Boys Are Back In Town' by Thin Lizzy was booming out. She loved this song. She loved Classic Rock, the louder, the more obnoxious, the better. "Guess who got back today...," she sang along. The fried chicken was hissing and sizzling happily. The mashed potatoes were also coming along nicely, and the peas and carrots were bubbling in their syrup of brown sugar and butter. Bob had called for directions; he was approaching exit 225 off of I-10. "Boys are back in town, the boys are back in tow-own," she sang. She heard a large truck pull up outside and quickly pulled the last of the chicken from the hot oil. She hurriedly whisked the flour and milk into the oil and started her milk gravy. She turned all the burners down to simmer then went outside. Bob smiled as the blonde woman came outside and waved to him. He backed the truck into the driveway, then turned the truck off. "I thought you were just going to drive the car down," she said as he began to pull the ramp down. "No, the Oldsmobile ain't running; I'd have no way of getting it back to Bender," Bob "Good to see you, glad you made it," Marie said and gave him a quick hug. "Have any trouble finding the place? Can I help with anything?" "Um, no, no, I got this," Bob said, a little surprised at her warm greeting. "Okay, then, let me keep an eye on dinner, it's cold out here" Marie said and ran back to the front door. "Just let yourself in when you're done out here." "Okay," Bob said and admired the way her shorts fit over her compact rear end. He made quick work of unloading the Cavalier then grabbed his overnight bag out of the truck and locked everything up. He looked up and down the dark street. She lived in a nice suburb; the lawns all looked cut, the houses looked cared for. There were no cars up on blocks, no houses with broken windows. Many of them had lights on, showing life going on all around him. "Rebecca, I'm lonely," he said, then turned and walked to Marie's front door. The End of The Broussard Sisters 02. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 03 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 21 Candy Broussard was tired at the breakfast table the next morning. She'd not gotten much sleep the night before. "Look like a raccoon with those circles under your eyes," Jake teased and she smiled despite her exhaustion. He kissed his daughter goodbye, and then kissed his wife goodbye and he and Bill left for their workday. Cindy Broussard already had the Toyota running and the interior warm when Candy tramped out to the car. Candy smiled widely; Cindy's face was just as haggard looking as her own. When she yanked the door open, Cindy looked at her worriedly. "Hi," Candy said brightly. "Let's go." Cindy felt a huge weight lifted off of her heart. She knew that Candy had felt funny about their intimate kiss last night; they kissed one another all the time, but last night, Cindy had put her tongue into Candy's mouth. "I love you," she confessed and hugged Candy tightly. "Love you too," Candy admitted and put her lips to Cindy's. "Come on, let's go," Cindy said and put the car into gear. "Those two," Emily smiled as she watched the two girls, squealing and chattering, drive off. ---- Paul shoved the peanut butter sandwiches into his lunch bag, took the last banana and orange as well, and raced outside. The GTO rumbled to life; he'd not wanted to leave it on the lot after that strange guy had driven it. They'd had a few cars broken into, and had a few people try to steal their cars and that weird guy just struck Paul as the type. He thought of Cindy and Candy and felt, for the thousandth time that morning, his cock swell to full hardness. He could imagine their arms around him, their soft lips on his lips, the small lumps of their breasts pressed against him, the full swell of their asses in his hands. "Damn it!" he laughed. This wasn't helping his cock go down at all. He rolled down the window of the car and let the cold air blow over his face. He honked his horn as he saw the Broussard sisters' Toyota just ahead of him. "Why's that guy honking at you?" Candy asked, not recognizing the car. ""I don't know," Cindy said. Paul floored the accelerator and whipped the powerful car around the girls, honking the horn a couple of times. "That was Paul!" Candy squealed and Cindy smiled. "Even if we had a rocket ship, we'd never catch up with him!" she laughed. ---- Cindy Jensen had bags under her eyes; Bill Baggett had called her cell phone nonstop until 1:00 in the morning, when she'd finally turned it off. Why she hadn't thought of that earlier, she didn't know. Now he was sitting directly behind her, staring holes into the back of her head. When she had dumped Paul for Bill, all she could see was the dollar signs of the Baggetts. She had controlled Paul easily enough, maintained her position as the one in charge of their relationship; the idea that she would not be able to control Bill had never occurred to her. The Broussard sisters entered the room, chattering excitedly with Paul and Cindy felt a wave of white-hot hatred well up in her. Teddy and Elizabeth smiled at each other; Bill was too distracted with Cindy Jensen to give Teddy any grief and they took advantage of it. ---- Bob Robichaux Smiled at Marie as he sat at the breakfast table. She smiled back and reached for his empty coffee mug. She refilled his cup and stirred in a tablespoon of sugar and topped it off with a touch of cream. He'd come in last night and stood in the kitchen doorway, smiling as she sang along with 'Beth' by Kiss. She blushed hotly, embarrassed that she'd been caught singing aloud, and pointed to the table. He sat down and she served him the fried chicken, mashed potatoes and peas and carrots. "Damn," Bob had said. "Beautiful, and you can cook too?" Marie looked at him, stunned. No one had ever called her beautiful. She had a large nose, her father's nose, small eyes and a strong jaw. One of her classmates had called her 'horse face,' and that's what Marie saw when she looked in the mirror. Not even her father, whom she had adored with all her heart, had ever called her beautiful. He called her 'Honey Bunny,' and never let her forget that she was loved, adored, but he didn't tell her she was pretty or beautiful. Nicky, her big brother, who had protected her all of her life, never told her she was beautiful. Bob wasn't making an empty compliment; Marie looked a lot like his beautiful Rebecca. Put brown hair on Marie, and you'd have a sister to Rebecca. And Rebecca had been a great cook. He'd wanted to hit her father when his father had said, "We told Rebecca, 'better learn to cook,' that's the only way she'll ever get a man." He ate with relish and talked about himself, about his son, about his deceased wife. "Damn! I am so sorry!" he finally gasped. "I've been running my mouth all night and haven't let you get a word in edgewise." "And what would you like for me to talk about?" she laughed. "Um, so what do you do at the Courthouse?" he asked. "Finishing up my internship," she said. "I keep hoping they'll offer me a position, but they probably won't." "What? Why not?" Bob asked. "There's three interns and two slots about to become vacant," Marie smiled. "One of the interns has huge boobs and round heels for any of the assistant D.A.sand the other intern is male. So you tell me, what chance do I have?" "I can remember a time when the ones that worked the hardest got the job," Bob said and shook his head. "Yeah, well, Nicky keeps after me to sell this house and move out to Lafayette. He's sure I'll have a better chance of getting on with a law firm out there," Marie smiled. "So, when my internship is up next month, I'll have a 'For Sale' sign out front." "Lafayette's not all that far from Bender," Bob smiled. "No, no it's not," she smiled back. "Why? Spend a lot of time in Lafayette?" "For food this good, and a chance to look at a pretty woman, I'll find a reason to come out to Lafayette," Bob said. "Stop it," Marie laughed. "Bob, I'm not pretty!" Rebecca used to say that all the time too. Bob thought she went a little overboard sometimes with the modesty bit, but just shrugged it off. Finally, he begged exhaustion and she showed him to the guest room. She hugged him good night (she and her father and her brother were all very affectionate people; her mother wasn't, but they always hugged). Bob looked down into her green eyes, smiled and kissed her on her lips. The kiss quickly became a passionate open-mouthed kiss and when Marie felt his hand on her breast, she gave in to the feelings that had been locked away ever since adolescence. Now, at the breakfast table, there was no shame in what they had done, there was no regret. Bob's only regret was that he would have to leave soon. ---- Cathy Hernandez woke up to the sound of someone pounding on her door. The pounding on the door matched the pounding in her head. She started to walk to the door, remembered to grab her robe and knotted the sash around her nakedness as she staggered to the door. She groaned inward; it was her landlord on the porch. She knew she was a couple of weeks behind on rent, but Crystal and Rochelle's fathers were a couple of months behind on their child support. "Good morning, Mr. Hayes," she mumbled and tried to block his entrance. "Ms. Hernandez, we've got a bit of a problem," he said in his whining nasal voice. Chapter 22 Cindy Jensen looked on from her table as Paul, Candy, and Cindy laughed, talked, and laughed some moor. She tried to tell herself that they were just putting on an act, an act designed to make her jealous. But she'd known for quite a while that the Broussard sisters were head over heels in love with Paul. It was no act. Next to her, Bill Baggett ate his lunch, unmindful of how uncomfortable he made her. Across from her, Elaine looked over at Bill, and then looked away quickly. Cindy felt a small glimmer of hope. ---- Underneath the table, Paul put his hand briefly on Candy's plump thigh, sending a thousand Goosebumps all over. Cindy wanted to scream; his hand rested momentarily on her thigh, close to her crotch. She wanted so badly to grab his hand and press it firmly to her crotch, to have him rub her the way she rubbed herself every night. "Basketball game tonight," he reminded them and they agreed that they would be there to cheer him on. "Mr. Robichaux, hands above the table," Sister Theresa said as she strolled past. "Yes Sister," Paul said and put both hands on top of the table. ---- Hank came out of the office when he saw Bob Robichaux pull up into the lot. "Bob, you ugly son of a bitch," he called out. "What brings you to this neck of the woods?" "It sure as hell ain't your ugly face," Bob called back. The two men laughed and gave each other an affectionate hug. "Damn it, Bob, how lung's it been?" Hank asked as he pointed to the Oldsmobile he'd been unable to get running. "Been a while, that's for sure," Bob agreed. "How are Jackie and the kids?" "Jackie's still as fat as ever, still riding my ass every day, and the kids are doing their best to put me in an early grave," Hank said and smiled. Bob made short work of winching the Oldsmobile onto the bed of the truck and tied it down. Hank watched in admiration; Bob wasted no motions or energy. Every movement was deliberate. "Thanks for taking that one off my hands," Hank said and the two men shook hands again. "Let me use your little boy's room, before I hit the road," Bob said. "Yeah, you need a 'little' boy's room," Hank teased. "Hey just don't want to make you feel all self-conscious," Bob teased back. ---- Cathy poured herself another drink; the taste of Mr. Hayes semen still on her tongue. It wasn't the first time she'd ever sucked a man's cock to get what she wanted and she was sure it wouldn't be the last. Right now, all she wanted was another month of living rent-free. She was sure he'd be back, probably tomorrow or the next day. She wondered briefly what her kids were doing and wondered if she should call the Child Protection Services office to see about getting them back. She finished her drink and fixed another one. ---- "Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Marie's voice came through, sounding almost skittish, uncertain. "Hey," Bob smiled. "No, no, just getting out of Baton Rouge, another fifty minutes and I'll be home." "I'm at lunch right now," she said softly into the phone. "Ben thinking about you." "Been thinking about you too," he admitted. "I honestly don't know when I'll be back to New Orleans. Probably not any time soon." "Suppose my truck dies?" she suggested. "Do y'all have roadside assistance?" "For you?" he laughed. "Yeah, I think I can manage that." "How about if I come up to Bender?" she suggested. "I think I'd like that a lot," he admitted. Her coworkers looked at her a little oddly as she smiled; they were not used to seeing Marie smile. ---- "Since when do you like basketball?" Bobbi teased as Candy called her to let her know where she would be that evening. "Mom!" Candy squealed in protest. "Basketball?" Emily smiled. "Cindy, you don't know the first thing about basketball! Oh! Let me guess! Paul Robichaux?" "You're not funny," Cindy laughed. "You mean we'll have the house to ourselves?" Bill asked, already grabbing for his wife's breasts. "Yes, Captain Horny," Emily smiled. Chapter 23 Paul had to smile in embarrassment; every time he did anything, there were two excited squeals from the bleachers. Even Coach Brighton gave him a hard time about it. Bill Baggett sat on the bench and seethed. Coach Brighton had yanked him off the court; it seemed Bill was working harder at blocking Paul than blocking anyone on Breaux Bridge's team. Breaux Bridge pulled ahead in the last quarter and St. Thomas Aquinas lost by twelve points. That did not dampen Candy and Cindy's excitement as they waited for their boyfriend to exit the locker room. "You were great," Candy praised him and he had to laugh. "Yeah, you were great," Cindy agreed. He walked with them outside; the January wind was really picking up and they ran for their cars. They each snuck a kiss from him then dashed for their car; it was a school night. "I am so in love," Cindy sighed as Candy drove the Toyota home. "Yeah," Candy agreed and pulled to a stop in front of her house. "I love you," Cindy said and prepared to get out of the car. "Yeah?" Candy said, teasingly. "Who you love more?" "What?" Cindy asked. "Never mind," Candy said, blushing hotly. "I love you most of all," Cindy admitted and gripped Candy's hand. "I do too," Candy admitted and they hugged each other quickly, and then ran for their homes. ---- Cathy staggered to the door, wondering who would be knocking at eight thirty in the evening. She felt horrible and wondered if she'd remembered to eat anything that day. "Yeah?" She asked and regarded the police officer with animosity. "Hello ma'am," Officer Holloway smiled. "Just thought I'd stop by and see how you're doing." Cathy vaguely remembered him; he'd been the smart ass cop that had suggested she go to Alcoholics Anonymous. "How the fuck you think I'm doing?" she spat bitterly. "Y'all took my kids, say I'm under investigation for making threats over the phone, you're being a big dick head and saying I need to go to A.A., how the fuck do you think I'm doing, ass hole?" "Smells like you've been doing a little more drinking today," he said easily. "Hope you haven't called anyone." "No, no, I've not made any more threats," she said and prepared to close the door. "Sure?" he asked. "You say you didn't remember making any threats the last time." "Want to come in and check the fucking phone?" she spat and flung the door open. "Okay," he said and entered the house. She slammed the door and glared at him. He stood and smiled at her with all the arrogance of a typical cop. "Eat anything today?" he asked and looked at the kitchen table, at her empty bottle of vodka. No," she admitted. "Want to?" he asked. "Yeah," she admitted, feeling the shakes coming on. "Go get yourself cleaned up and dressed and we'll go down to Hub City Diner," he said and she wondered if she dared to fix herself another drink with him standing there. ---- "No, no, you're not bothering me," Bob smiled as Marie and he talked. "No, I was just getting ready to shut everything down, the glass still didn't come in, and not much else I can do without it." "Hey Dad," Paul said as he entered the office. "Hang on," Bob said and put the phone down. "How'd it go?" "Terrible," Paul laughed. "We got our Asses beat." "Um, how come you drove the GTO?" Bob asked, embarrassed and mad at himself for forgetting his son's basketball game. "Had some psycho come by last night looking at it, really didn't feel safe leaving it on the lot," Paul admitted. "Oh, okay, then hang on to it," Bob said. "Who's on the phone?" Paul asked, nodding at the telephone still sitting on the desk. "My um, my girlfriend," Bob admitted and blushed. "Marie thought she would faint; did she just hear Bob say that she was his girlfriend? ---- "So what was the final score?" Jake asked as Candy shoveled the spaghetti into her mouth. "Don't know," she admitted. "I think we lost." "Slow down," Bobbi chided. "How can you even taste that?" "You sat through an entire basketball game and you don't know who won?" Jake teased. "I think a more appropriate question is 'How many baskets did Paul score?'" Bobbi teased. "Seven," Candy said, then squealed in indignation as both Jake and Bobbi laughed. ---- Cindy sat at her desk and did her homework. She finished the last of the Algebra problems and smiled as her cell phone rang. "Hello?" she sang out, sure it was Candy. "Hey," Paul's voice caressed her ear. "Hi," she giggled happily. She looked over her shoulder; her door was firmly shut. She hunched over the desk slightly and put her left hand into the waistband of her pajama bottoms. They talked for a few minutes, about nothing in particular, then told each other they'd see each other at school the next day and hung up. "Oh, God!" Cindy grunted as she rubbed herself to a powerful orgasm. She pulled her slick fingers from her pajama bottoms and looked at her hand, wondering what to do with them. Finally she rubbed them dry on her pajama top and finished up her homework. ---- Marie got out her favorite toy and turned it on. Its familiar buzzing sound filled the room and she smiled as she ran it up and down the length of her slit. Until last night, this was the closest she'd ever had to the real thing. Bob had filled her like this toy never had, and had put a delicious weight behind the sensation. Plus that, this little toy never told her she was beautiful, or tight, or hot. "Oh, Bob!" she called out and tensed in a powerful orgasm. ---- Candy lay on her belly and hunched her pussy against the blue velvet teddy bear, imagining it was Paul between her legs. He'd called her. Called her and talked with her and told her how special she was and how beautiful she was and how glad he was to be with her and with Cindy. Cindy. She was so glad to be with Cindy too. She loved Cindy with all of her heart. She pressed her face against her pillow to stifle the squeal of orgasm. When she caught her breath, she reached for her cell phone and hit the speed dial for Cindy's number. ---- Cathy was horribly embarrassed; her hands were shaking so badly she could barely eat the peas that came with her meatloaf and mashed potatoes and gravy. Ray just shrugged and ate his hamburger. "When I used to drink, I learned to stay away from food like that," he said and she looked up sharply. "It's just that..." she tried to come up with an excuse but knew she didn't have an excuse. "Want a spoon?" Ray asked and wiped off the spoon that came with his cup of coffee. "Thank you," she whispered and felt the sting of tears. "You don't have to live like that if you don't want to," he said softly and she hunched over and began to sob. ---- Bob cursed that it was only Tuesday night; he'd have to wait three more nights before Marie would be coming up to visit. Chapter 24 Friday afternoon rolled around and Bob was looking up every five minutes to see if a white 1969 Ford F150 was rolling onto the parking lot. "Damn, Dad," Paul laughed as he slid out from under the firebird. "You're worse than I am!" "Kiss my ass," Bob grunted but smiled. "Looks like your girls are here." "You sure it's okay?" Paul asked, even as he was scooping up the hand washing foam. "Yeah," Bob smiled as an ecstatic Candy and Cindy bounded out of the Toyota and ran up to the garage. "Hi Mr. Robichaux," Candy said. "Hi," Cindy echoed. "Paul said he's too busy," Bob joked. "But said that y'all can take me out instead." "Nuh uh!" Cindy said and stuck her tongue out at him. "No he didn't!" Candy argued. "Dad, please," Paul laughed as he finished washing his hands. He checked them carefully for any missed grease, and then dried his hands. Bob shook his head as both girls turned their faces up for a kiss. "See you later, Dad," Paul said as he herded the to girls toward their car. "Where're y'all going?" Bob called out. "Manny's" Paul called back. "Okay, who gets the front seat and who gets the back?" Paul asked. "Oh!" Candy said. "I didn't even thing of that!" "Hey Dad, is the Impala ready yet?" Paul called out. "No, give it another day or two," Bob called back. "Take one of the Caddies." The Broussard Sisters Ch. 03 He thought he would burst; the truck pulled into the lot just as the black 1950 Cadillac pulled off the lot. "Hi," a very shy Marie said as she got out of the truck and walked toward him. "God you're even more beautiful than I remembered," he said and she broke out into a large smile. "Hey, it is so great to see you," he said and held up a hand to stop her forward progress. "Hang on, let me wash my hands, they're all full of grease." She waited patiently until he was finished, then hugged him tightly. "Was that another customer pulling out of here?" she asked and pointed to where the Cadillac had exited the lot. "No, no, that was my son and his girlfriends," Bob smiled. "Girlfriends?" Marie asked playfully, sure Bob was joking. "How many does he have?" "Two," he smiled. "And they know about each other?" Marie asked, seeing that Bob was serious. "Uh huh," he smiled. "Actually, they're best friends, live next door to each other, can't date one without dating the other, long story short." "And how many do you have?" Marie asked him playfully. "Oh, I don't know," he teased. "You tell me." "One," she said and held up one finger. "And that's all you better ever have, buster." "Yes ma'am," he said and kissed her lovingly. "And that's all I want." ---- Elaine bounced nervously. She hated sneaking around behind her best friend's back, but Bill Baggett was too much temptation to ignore. "I saw you," Cindy had accused and Elaine had blushed bright red while trying to deny it. "Fucking stay away from him, you hear?" Cindy had hissed under her breath to Elaine. "I don't fucking care if she does shave her cunt, stay the fuck away from her, hear me?" she had told Bill. "Yeah, he's always telling me 'ought to shave that bush, bitch,' and I'm like 'Shave yours first, then we'll talk,' you know?" she said to Elaine as they dressed out for Physical Education. Elaine smiled as she saw Bill's car turn the corner and stop in front of her house. She quickly scratched her crotch; no wonder Cindy didn't want to shave it, it itched. Bill was polite to her mother and earned some real brownie points with Elaine by ignoring her bratty little sister, Elise. "Where to?" Elaine asked, hoping the answer would be the Basin, the local make-out spot. "Manny's," Bill said. "You like Mexican food?" "Love Mexican," Elaine enthused. ---- Cindy Jensen breathed a sigh of relief; Elaine's mom had just confirmed what she'd hoped; Elaine was out on a date with Bill. "Thank God that shit's over," she said, then mentally ran through the list of available boys in their class. Paul was definitely out; he could have those two zit faced flat chested wonders. "Miss him, though," she mused. "He was sweet." ---- Cathy groaned. Ray was driving her crazy. He had her handcuffed to his bed and was slowly pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. A large vibrator nestled in her rectum. Just as she was about to come, he'd pull out of her pussy and deny her the release she needed. Her hands were bound so she couldn't touch herself, finish the job. "Please," she begged, drumming her heels on his bed. "Please what?" he asked and started the whole maddening ordeal all over again. "Please, baby, please let me come," she begged. "Not until I hear the magic word," he teased and she hunched upward to meet his downward stroke. Just as she was about to come, he pulled out of her and she screamed in frustration. "Shh, some of us do have neighbors you know," he said and rolled to the side of her. She grunted in frustration as he took a feather and lightly rubbed it over her nipples. "You know what?" he asked her. "I think I want to fuck your face." "Please, Ray, please let me come," she begged hoarsely. Ray perched his cock at her lips, stroked himself a few times and groaned as he came on her face. She opened her mouth wide for his delicious semen and licked around to get the strands that he'd dribbled onto her nose, chin, and cheeks. "You son of a bitch," she finally gasped. "Come on, let me come." Maybe, we'll see," he said and pinched her small nipples hard. Chapter 25 Marie looked at the photograph of Rebecca and understood that Bob really meant it when he said she was beautiful. The woman that smiled an embarrassed smile could have been her sister. "Where am I sleeping tonight?" she whispered, even though it was just they in the house. "In here, oh, Paul! I didn't even think about what he'd think," Bob said. "Um, I guess you'd, oh, hell! I've been looking forward to you and me in this bed all week!" "Hey, I'm okay with it if you're okay with it," she smiled and hugged him again and kissed him hungrily. He really did think she was beautiful. ---- The food was spicy and Candy, Cindy, and Paul laughed as they constantly gasped, waved their hands in front of the mouths, and gulped multiple glasses of water. "I have to pee," Cindy whispered to Candy as they waited for the waiter to bring Paul his change from the ticket. "We'll be right back," Candy promised and they made a mad dash for the bathroom. Paul looked over in shock; Bill was out on a date, but not with Cindy, but with Elaine Simone instead, Cindy's supposed best friend. "Well, I wonder how she'd feel, being cheated on?" he asked himself, and then smiled. "But I'm not going to be the one to break it to her." ---- "Okay, you win," Cathy, moaned. "Yes, Ray, I love you, okay?" "Gee, not when you say it like THAT," Ray laughed and pulled his cock from her clutching rectum. "Mother fucker!" she screamed. "Please Ray!" "Shh, I have neighbors," he said and lightly swatted her plump ass She was kneeling on his bed, hands cuffed behind her back, shoulders pressed to the bed. "Oh, God!" she grunted, so very close to the desired orgasm. "Uh huh," he taunted. She bit back the scream as his hand swatted her plump ass again. "Oh fuck yeah!" she groaned. "Like that huh?" he asked and picked up a belt. Ah, shit!" she screamed as the belt struck her squarely on her drooling pussy. He watched as she thrashed violently, achieving the release he'd denied her for nearly four hours. His bed was soaked from her sweat, and now from her orgasmic fluids. "You son of a bitch," she said weakly as he unlocked the handcuffs. ---- "Typical man," Marie smiled as she looked at the nearly empty pantry and refrigerator. "I can see I'm going to be doing some grocery shopping while I'm here." ---- "Call them, if you're that worried about them, Jake 'spilf' is not a word," Emily said. "Hey, who said I'm worried about them?" Bill argued. "Look it up," Jake challenged. "I am, it ain't," Emily said. "I'm pretty sure it is," Jake said and smiled. "Honey, it is not and you know it," Bobbi laughed. "Now either make a real word or draw another piece." ---- "Oh, my God!" Elaine thought as she choked on Bill's long cock. "Cindy told me it was big, but damn!" Bill was in heaven. Elaine was sucking and slurping on his meat in a way that Cindy never had. She had gotten turned on the minute he hefted one of her hand-sized tits and practically ripped his jeans trying to get to his manhood. "Come baby, come for me," Elaine moaned. Bill had planned on taking Elaine out, maybe fucking her, then rubbing Cindy's face in it and letting Cindy know that she had better change her attitude, or he was history. Now, however, he didn't see any reason to ever go back to Cindy. Chapter 26 The Back seat of the Cadillac was quite roomy and Paul sat in the middle, Cindy on his right and Candy on his left. He leaned back and looked at them. They were on their knees, facing him and he smiled. They both smiled happily back at him. He pulled Cindy to him and she opened her mouth and he sucked her soft tongue into his mouth. His hand rubbed up and down her back and he frowned. There was no bra strap. She giggled and sat back. "I can still taste the burrito," she laughed and he grimaced. "Damn it, I sucked on a peppermint!" he said. "I know, I can taste that too," she giggled and kissed him again. "Let me see," Candy insisted and leaned toward him. She and Paul kissed for a few minutes and Paul again frowned; there was no bra strap on her back either. "Uh huh, burrito and peppermint," she declared and sat back slightly. Well, I guess we can go home now," Paul said and both girls forced him back. "Didn't say we didn't like it, did we?" Cindy boldly said Paul kissed her again while Candy lovingly ran her hand along his left thigh. Candy balanced herself by putting her small hands on his chest. He reached up on both girls and rubbed their bellies, then their chests, and finally their breasts. Sure enough, neither girl had on bras. Their nipples were quite hard and Paul remembered Candy liked her's pinched, but Cindy liked her's mashed. Cindy moaned deeply into his mouth and began kissing him ferociously. Suddenly she stiffened and pulled away from his kiss. She pressed his hand to her breast with both of her hands ad moaned out loud. Candy seized the opportunity and jammed her tongue into his mouth and kissed him hotly. Cindy released her grip on his hand and slumped forward slightly. She kissed the side of his face, and then kissed the side of Candy's face. She put her arm around Candy's back and rubbed up and down She felt Candy's hand begin to pull her sweater up. Cindy looked down as Candy's hand inched the sweater up further and further. Then Candy's hot tongue was spearing into her mouth and she began to pull Candy's sweater up as well. They'd seen each other's bodies hundreds of times, but had never touched each other intimately. Again, her belly tensed; she could tell she was close to another orgasm. Paul's hands also inched their sweaters up and she moaned into Candy's mouth as she felt Candy's hand mashing her right breast flat. She pinched Candy's right nipple; her right arm was around Candy in an effort to keep from falling over. "Mmmm!" she felt Candy moan into her mouth and knew that Candy had just orgasmed. Her own followed right behind Candy's and she had to pull away from Candy's kiss; she couldn't breathe. She felt Paul's wet mouth on her left breast and she thought for sure she would pass out. Then she felt Candy's hot mouth on her right breast and she screamed in orgasm. They both kept sucking and she babbled incoherently, and then finally pushed herself backward and fell against the passenger door of the large car. Candy wanted to scream; Paul's hot mouth glued itself to her breast and he bit down lightly on her nipple. Then she felt Cindy's hot breath on her left breast and felt Cindy's teeth lightly bite down on her nipple. She tensed up; she could feel Cindy's small hand at the zipper of her jeans. Then her jeans were unzipped and Cindy's small hand was inching inside of the waistband of her panties. "Oh!" Candy screamed as Cindy's fingers rubbed her clitoris. "Oh! My! God!" Cindy pulled her fingers from Candy's panties and Paul surprised her by grabbing her fingers and sucking them clean. She looked at Candy, who had slumped slightly over, trying to catch her breath after such a shattering orgasm. Paul cupped the crotch of Cindy's jeans and she unsnapped and unzipped them for his hand "Uh uh," Candy said. "Me first." Cindy grunted and gurgled as Candy none too gently thrust her hand into Cindy's panties and then vigorously rubbed her clitoris. "Oh!" Cindy screamed. "Ah! Yes!" Candy pulled her fingers from Cindy's panties and brought them to Paul's mouth. She squealed and then burst into giggles as he sucked her fingers clean. Then she felt Cindy's lips on hers and opened her mouth for Cindy's tongue. "I love you," she moaned into Cindy's mouth and felt Cindy respond likewise. Paul was sure he'd fill his briefs at any moment; the intimacy between Cindy and Candy was the hottest, sexiest, and sweetest thing he'd ever witnessed. Then both girls pulled apart and looked at him and smiled. "Your turn," Candy breathed and reached for the lump in his jeans. He tensed up and flooded his briefs with is discharge ---- Cathy felt horrible; Ray had been absolutely, hands down, the best thing that had happened to her in a long time, as far back as she could remember. But she was dying for a drink. She knew if he found out, he'd be pretty pissed off, but she had to have a drink. She drove down to the Adrien's supermarket but they were already closed. A small convenience store across the street beckoned and she pulled up into the parking lot. Counting the few bills she had, she determined she could most likely get a fifth of vodka. It'd have to be their 'bargain' brand though. ---- Elaine didn't want to be the one to break the bad news to Cindy, but knew that it would probably be better coming from a woman, than from a man. She tensed up and pressed Cindy's number on her speed dial. Her pussy hurt, the good kind of hurt. Bill had pounded her damn near raw, and she could do little but grunt and groan and hold on to him for dear life. When he found out she was on the pill and he didn't need to wear a condom, he had laughed and told her she as his baby from now on. ---- Good night, drive careful," Jake, said as Emily and Bill left their house. "Girls ought to be getting home soon," Bobbi mused, looking at the clock. "But they ain't home yet, Momma," Jake said and affectionately squeezed her ass. "Whoops, too late," she laughed as the familiar sound of the Toyota pulled up to a halt in front of the house. "Damn it!" Jake laughed good-naturedly. "And Cindy's spending the night?" "Uh huh," Bobbi said. "Well, it'll be another two or three hours before we get any sleep; those two screaming all the time," Jake complained with a smile. ---- Marie groaned aloud; Bob's mouth was driving her crazy. She'd read about oral sex, heard jokes about oral sex, had even had one girl in college offer to perform oral sex on her, but never had dreamed that it would feel like this. She wiggled and writhed underneath his hot sucking mouth, then felt her eyes begin to bulge as her orgasm came closer and closer. Chapter 27 "Hurry up," Candy giggled as she and Cindy struggled into their bras before dashing to the front door. "Shut up!" Cindy laughed uncontrollably. "Damn it! It wasn't this hard taking them off!" Jake and Bobbi rolled their eyes as the squealing started the moment the door flung open. "Had a good time?" Bobbi asked needlessly. She felt horrible and his accusing eyes weren't making it any easier. And the more horrible she felt, the more she wanted a drink. Finally Cathy reverted to the only trick she knew of and began to unzip her jeans. "Oh fucking save it, stupid bitch," Ray spat and walked out of the house. He didn't even bother to close the door so her wails were audible as he stormed to his cruiser. ---- Paul almost felt like laughing; the animal sounds were unmistakable. He entered his room after making sure to make a good deal of noise. "Um, hey, sport, how's it going?" his father's blushing face stuck in his room. "Going great," Paul smiled. "Hey, Dad?" "Yeah?" Bob asked, still blushing. "How'd you know you were in love with Mom?" Paul asked, feeling the sting of tears coming on. "I knew I was in love because I knew there was no more beautiful woman in the whole world," Bob said honestly. "And I think I'm in love again." "Dad, I think I'm really in love with Candy and Cindy," Paul said honestly and sat down heavily on his bed. "Son, all I can say is be careful. They are two very sweet little girls and they both have hearts of glass," Bob said. "Yeah, I know," Paul said, then began to pull his cowboy boots off. His cell phone rang and he dug it out of his pocket. "Hello?" he asked. "Paul? Don't hang up, please," Cindy Jensen's voice came through. Bob shut the door of his son's room and made his way back to his own bedroom. Marie lay in the middle of the bed, nude. His erection was immediate. "Think you're in love again?" she asked then began to cry softly. ---- Cindy pulled her familiar sleep shirt on and Candy buttoned up her own sleep shirt. Both girls looked at each other and blushed hotly. "Think this makes us dykes?" Cindy whispered. "No!" Candy squealed loudly, then clapped her hands over her mouth. "No," she said again, quieter. "'Cause I really really love you so much," Cindy said, and then burst into tears. "And I really really love you so much too," Candy said, her own tears beginning to fall freely. Cindy pulled Candy to her for a hug, and then pressed her lips to Candy's. They held each other tightly, just letting the other cry softly. "Let's go to bed, I'm really tired," Candy offered. "Me too," Cindy said. They knelt down on the side of the bed to pray. Candy felt Cindy's hip nudge against hers but ignored it. A moment later she felt it again and nudged back. Another nudge and she bumped Cindy back. Both girls erupted in gales of squeals and giggles, then clambered up into bed, any thought of prayer abandoned. ---- Paul shook his head in wonder. He'd just finished masturbating and again his cock was swelling up at the thought of Cindy and Candy, their topless bodies glistening with sweat, eyes alive with desire. He'd never seen Cindy Jensen's eyes alive with anything. Except hostility and anger. He was sure they were full of anger right now. "Baby, I miss you so much," she'd said, voice low and seductive. Even if his father hadn't cautioned imp that the Broussard Sisters had hearts that were fragile, he couldn't imagine dumping them for the likes of Cindy Jensen. "Cindy, that's a real shame," he sighed. "But I've already told you, I'd rather be with Cindy and Candy than you, any day of the week." That low, seductive voice very quickly shifted to shrill and demanding, then venomous. He wondered if it was too late to call Candy's cell phone; he knew that Cindy was spending the night at Candy's house. He'd tell them how much he loved them, how much they meant to him. ---- Cindy Jensen finally came to understand that it wasn't Candy Broussard, or Cindy Broussard she was mad at, and it wasn't Paul Robichaux, or Bill Baggett, or Elaine Simone. It was Cindy Jensen that she was mad at. She'd taken an inventory of all the eligible males she knew, and none of them measured up to Paul. Sure he was hurt over her betrayal, but she had figured all she had to do is turn up her charm, remind him of how sexy she could be. He would get over his hurt and come back to her. But he didn't; he had reminded her that it was she that had ended their relationship. Then he went on to let her know that he was much happier without such a self-centered narcissistic woman in a one-sided relationship. That realization made her stomach actually burn and hurt, so she decided to be mad at her mother. If her mother hadn't decided to be a disgusting pussy eating bitch, she'd still be happy and living in California. Far away from the alligator humping trailer park trash around her. The fact that she and her father and older brother lived in a trailer didn't enter her consciousness. ---- Cathy dialed the number again and begged silently as it rang. "What?" his voice came on, cold and harsh. "Please, Ray, please," she started, and then broke into fresh sobs. "Begging don't mean shit, bitch," he said, still cold and harsh. "It's pretty fucking obvious to me, you've made your choice; booze over me." "I love you," she sobbed into the phone. "Yeah, right," he sneered and hung up. She screamed in anguish as she heard the dial tone. Chapter 28 Marie groaned as she felt the bed shift; dawn was breaking through the window. It was a gray day outside. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 03 "All right, all right," she mumbled and reached for her pajamas. "I'll fix breakfast." "With what?" Bob teased. "Remember, there's nothing here." "Damn it, that's right," she groaned again. "Gee, are you always so cheerful in the morning?" Bob teased and rolled on top of her, pinning her face down into the mattress. "Your fault," she laughed. "I didn't get any sleep last night!" "I love you so much, Reb... Marie," he said and nibbled on her shoulder blade. "But damn, your tits are pretty small." "That's my back, dummy," she laughed, choosing to ignore the fact that he almost called her 'Rebecca.' "Oh! Thank goodness!" he laughed and got off of her. "Baby, do you really love me?" he asked him and looked at the handsome man. "Yeah, I really do," he said, blushing hotly, embarrassed. He'd realized that he almost called her 'Rebecca' in a moment of weakness. ""Then let me get some sleep, butt head," she said and rolled back over. "Fine, fine, whiney butt," he teased and stumbled into his bathroom to shower. ---- Cindy Jensen heard the first crack of thunder and wanted to scream. Her life, as she saw it, was pretty intolerable. She heard a door slam outside; another tenant in the trailer park was obviously on their way to work. She burrowed into her bed deeper and hoped that her father and her brother would be sleeping late. She didn't feel up to listening to their inane attempts at conversation. She also didn't feel like doing the inevitable list of chores that her father would have for her. ---- Pamela Ham didn't mean to slam the door of the trailer but a big gust of wind had jerked it out of her hands. The diminutive nineteen year old pulled the hood of the raincoat up over her head and pulled on the rain boots. They were three sizes too big for her; normally she wore them with shoes and they were just fine for that, but today her feet were bare. The four foot, six inch girl clomped down the clamshell drive toward Highway 52, then turned toward the Bender public library. She could spend most of the day there, until they closed at three o'clock, reading the books and occasionally sneaking a cup of coffee from the urn behind the counter. She loved to load the coffee up with eight or nine cubes of sugar and savor the sweetness of it. Once, Mr. Todd, the nice librarian had poured a little evaporated milk into the cup and she was sure that this was what Heaven must taste like. But most Saturdays, it was Miss Hebert on duty, and she didn't like sharing the coffee, so Pamela had to wait until another patron distracted the old biddy. The coffee was the only food she would get all weekend; Jashawn seemed to think she didn't need to eat. The free lunches that St. Thomas provided her were usually the only food she would get that day. She knew she was a charity case and the only reason she was at St. Thomas was because her mother had gone there. The rumble of thunder frightened her and she clomped a little faster, hoping to get to the library before the storm fully hit. She even debated turning around and going back to the trailer she shared with her mother and her mother's husband and her half brother and half sister, but decided she'd rather get wet than be around Jashawn or Patsy. Patsy Irvine groaned as the lightning woke her up; she could feel the beginning pangs of withdrawal beginning to creep in, and Jashawn had told her she hadn't brought in enough money last night to pay for any more crystal meth. It wasn't her fault; the johns that weren't turned off by her stature as a 'little person' took one look at her scab-pocked face and rotted teeth and decided that twenty five dollars was too much to pay for a piece of her ass. "When did it become 'little person?'" she wondered. "Used to be called a 'midget.' That shit didn't bother me none." Another crack of lightning, so close she could actually hear it sizzle and she was wide awake, and craving some meth, bad. Pamela stood, rooted to the spot. That bolt of lightning had come so close she could actually smell the ozone in its wake. Then the bottom fell out of the sky and rain pelted down hard. ---- Paul cursed loudly; the windshield wipers on the Pontiac Firebird wouldn't come on and the bottom just fell out of the sky. He slowed down, another thing that made him curse; he wanted to open it up on this car, see what it could do, but even on a largely unused stretch of Highway 52, in this downpour, that would be ill-advised. He saw a huge bolt of lightning almost directly in front of the car and slowed down even more. The deafening boom of thunder was instantaneous and he braked hard. That must have jolted the windshield wipers motor; they began a slow but steady swipe of the windshield. He saw a small figure on the side of the road and edged closer. He recognized Pam from St. Thomas; she was in three of his classes, even though she was a junior. She'd failed Fifth grade, and then failed again in her sophomore year, which was why the nineteen year old girl was a junior in High School, instead of an Undergraduate in college. He quickly rolled the passenger window down. "Pam!" he yelled over the driving wind and rain. "Get in!" Pamela didn't even think. She didn't know the car and the voice was unrecognizable over the howling wind and rain. She grabbed the latch of the door, pulled it open, then slammed it shut and quickly rolled the window back up. "Hey, Pam, where in the Hell are you going in weather like this?" Paul smiled and slowly began driving again. Pamela looked at Paul Robichaux. She had a huge crush on him and had seen him often as he was dating that stuck up bitch, Cindy Jensen. Even though Cindy lived in the same trailer park as her, Cindy acted like she was so much better than Pamela and acted like just because her mother was married to a black man, Pamela was nothing but scum. The pathetic nature of her condition hit her and she began to sob. She was drenched from head to toe, even her boots sloshed water as she sat in this car, and yet she couldn't go home to change. She hated Jashawn and hated her mother and hated her half brother and half sister. Paul pulled over and offered the small girl his handkerchief. She grabbed it and his hand in her tiny hand, but didn't let go of his hand. "Um, hey, I was on my way to grab a box of doughnuts, you know, from Meche's?" Paul said. "Want some?" "Yeah," she sniffed and nodded. The rain did not cease at all, but he took a chance and punched the accelerator and felt the tires spin to grip the slick road. ---- Cindy burrowed closer to Candy as the heavy boom of thunder crashed. Beaux began to howl in fear. Candy snuggled in closer to Cindy. "Whew!" Cindy laughed. "Go brush your teeth, dragon breath!" "Room to talk!" Candy giggled. The two girls lightly kissed one another and snuggled, arms around each other. "I love you," Cindy murmured. "Love you too," Candy murmured back. "Love you more if you'd brush your teeth," Cindy lightly complained. She was complaining, hoping that Candy would get up. They were so close that their breasts were scraping against each other and Candy had her hand resting squarely on Cindy's buttock. "Shut up," Candy giggled and playfully breathed in Cindy's face. "Ew!" Cindy squealed, and pinched Candy's buttock hard. "All right, all right, I'm going, butt breath," Candy laughed and kissed Cindy. She breathed hard in Cindy's face again and squealed again as Cindy maliciously pinched her nipple hard. "Come on," she demanded. "If my breath stinks, so does yours." ---- Paul pulled up to the drive-through window and ordered one dozen glazed doughnuts and one dozen mixed cream filled and jelly filled. "Can I please have some coffee?" Pamela dared to ask. "Good idea," Paul smiled and ordered two large cups of coffee. "Extra sugar," Pamela yelled out to the girl in the window. "Want cream?" the girl asked. "Evaporated milk," Paul said and Pamela felt a wave of happiness well up in her. "Um, I'll pay you back," she offered as Paul fished a twenty dollar bill out of his wallet. "No, you won't," he smiled and handed her one of the cups of coffee. "See if that's sweet enough for you." It was Heaven. There was plenty of sugar, it was rich and hot. He put the boxes of doughnuts in her lap and indicated that she should dig in. ---- Cathy rummaged around, looking for loose change, a misplaced dollar bill, anything. The far away rumble of thunder did not enter her consciousness. Rochelle, that sneaky little bitch, had a piggy bank burrowed in the back of her closet. Inside, Cathy fished out a handful of five dollar bills. "Mommy will pay you back, Sweetheart," she promised herself. ---- "Beaux, be quiet!" Jake yelled as the large dog's howls became frantic. "Baby, he's scared," Bobbi, chided him. "Go get him and pull him in here." ---- Bill pulled a mildly protesting Emily on top of him and drove himself into her to the hilt. "The girls aren't here, I don't have work today, you don't have to get ready for another hour, I'm taking advantage of it," he laughed and cupped her luscious rear end. "Mmm, damn, but you're ready, huh, Baby?" she murmured and drove herself back to meet his upward thrusts. Chapter 29 "Damn, but that boy's got another one," Bob shook his head as Paul pulled up in the Firebird. He could see the small girl looking at his son with obvious admiration but smiled; he knew Paul didn't see it at all. The rain had died down to a steady patter, but was no longer the driving pelting rain of earlier. The small girl got out, carefully balancing the two cartons of doughnuts and Paul grabbed their cups of coffee. "Hey Dad," Paul cheerfully called out as both he and Pamela shook off the rain. "This is Pam Ham, she goes to my school." "Hi," the small girl said and looked for a place to put the boxes. Bob cleared off a space on the desk and Pam dropped them on the desk top. "Hey Dad, can Pam have one of those tee shirts?" Paul asked and opened the box of Small Adult sized tee shirts. They'd bought a few dozen promotional tee shirts a few years ago, but the printer had misspelled Robichaux, adding an extra 'B' so the shirts stayed in their boxes. "Yeah, we have hundreds of them," Bob agreed and opened the box of hot glazed doughnuts. "Hey, little pig! Thanks for saving me one!" "They were hot," Pam defended eating seven of the doughnuts. "Honey, I'm just picking," Bob said. "I don't care how many you eat. Looks like you need them more than my fat ass does." "Here, here's a dry tee shirt, why don't you get out of those wet clothes?" Paul said and pointed toward the bathroom. Pam grabbed the tee shirt and clomped toward the bathroom and closed the door. Inside the small room, she pulled the water filled boots off and poured them out into the sink. Her wet raincoat was shrugged off, and then she struggled out of her sodden blue jeans and jean jacket. Her tee shirt and bra plopped onto the floor. She used a couple of paper towels to dry herself off, then pulled the clean tee shirt on. It reached down to her knees. She grabbed another paper towel and dried her short hair. She used to have long brown hair, but Jashawn had run his fingers through it and murmured in what he assumed was a seductive tone how much he liked long hair. That night, she took a serrated blade knife and sawed away at the long locks. His look was nearly murderous when he saw her the next morning. She stole some scissors from school and regularly trimmed it, keeping it as short as possible. Now she was grateful for that; it dried fairly quickly. She pushed all the wet clothes into a pile and opened the door of the bathroom. Both Paul and his father were no longer in the office when she looked around. Her cup of coffee was on the desk as were the two boxes of doughnuts. ---- "Hello?" Candy squealed into the phone; ecstatic that Paul was calling her. "Hi Baby," he smiled. "Listen, you know Pam? Pam Ham, from School?" "That real short girl?" Candy asked. "Room to talk," Paul teased, reminding Candy that she and Cindy were only five feet tall. "Yeah, I know her, well, not real well, but..." Candy answered, ignoring his comment about her height. "Well, she got caught in the rain, so she's here at the office, but she needs to dry her clothes and probably needs to shower or something so she doesn't catch a cold," Paul said and dropped the creeper to the concrete floor of the garage. "Um, okay," Candy said and began to pull some jeans out of a drawer. Cindy grabbed a sweater out of the closet; she left a few of her clothes at Candy's house, and Candy had some of her clothes at Cindy's house too. "See you when you get here," he cheerfully said and hung up. "Oh, Paul, I love you too," Candy gushed into the phone. "No, no, I agree with you, Cindy's butt does stink a whole lot, you should get rid of her." "Candy!" Cindy screamed. "Give me that!" "Paul?" Cindy frantically said into the phone then glared at a laughing Candy. You butthead," she said and pinched Candy's nipple as hard as she could. "Ow!" Candy cried out then burst into laughter again. "I hate you," Cindy said and pulled her sweater on. "You do not," Candy laughed and kissed her. "Yes I do," Cindy said and pushed Candy away. "Nun uh," Candy said and playfully pushed Cindy. "Uh huh," Cindy said and pushed back. "Cindy, you don't really, do you?" Candy asked worriedly. "No, butt hole," Cindy admitted and kissed Candy. Candy grabbed her in a fierce hug. "Good, 'cause it would kill me to lose you," Candy admitted and they kissed again. ---- The clerk at the grocery store didn't blink an eye as she rang up the two fifths of vodka and carton of orange juice. (Liquor can be purchased in most grocery stores in south Louisiana) Cathy, however, was having a hard time meeting the woman's eye. Behind Cathy, Marie happily piled her groceries onto the conveyor belt. She didn't know where the grocery store was in Bender, but this grocery store was right around the corner from Nicky's house, so she knew the location and knew the layout of the store. Cathy looked at the humming woman and grimaced slightly at the unattractive woman's horse face. Marie didn't let it bother her; her man thought she was beautiful. ---- "Be right back, Mom," Candy called out as she and Cindy raced for the door. "Where are you going?" Bobbi called out. "It's raining." "Paul needs us to pick somebody up," Candy called out and Cindy slammed the door shut, cutting off any argument. "Bet if I needed them to do something, they wouldn't run out into the rain like that," Jake complained. ---- "What you doing?" Pam asked, squatting down to peer under the car. "Adjusting the timing belt," Paul called out, glancing down at her. She hunkered down, holding a cream doughnut in one hand, and her cup of coffee in the other. The position she was in caused the hem of the tee shirt to creep up her bone thin thighs and gave Paul a dead eye view of her profuse bush of pubic hair and her pale pink slit that barely peeked out of the thicket of hair. His erection was immediate. "Oh," she said, obviously having no clue with a timing belt was. "Listen, Cindy and..." Paul said. "That bitch?" Pam squeaked. "God, I can't stand her! Why you go out with her?" "Cindy Broussard?" Paul asked, surprised. "Huh? No, no, that Cindy Jensen," Pam said and licked the dollop of cream from her lips and shoved the last of the doughnut into her mouth. "No, Cindy Broussard and Candy Broussard are on their way to get you, so you can dry your clothes at Candy's house," Paul said and slid out from under the car. "Oh, cool!" Pam laughed when she saw the creeper. "Can I try that?" She flopped down and slid easily underneath the car, unaware that she was now giving Paul an unencumbered view of her cute little bubble butt. "You're supposed to lay on your back, goofball," Paul said. "What? Why?" Pam asked. "It's for working underneath cars," Paul said and began to clean his hands. Candy and Cindy pulled up and Pam cried out as she bumped her head on the underside of the car. "And so you don't hit your head," Paul laughed. "Shut up," Pam said and pulled herself from underneath the car, rubbing the back of her head. Cindy jumped out of the car and ran up to Paul the moment Candy put the car into 'park.' "Tell Candy her butt smells horrible," she urged Paul as she hugged him. "Okay," he shrugged. "Hey Pam, how's it going?" Candy said as she came around the car. "Whew!" Paul exclaimed as he leaned over to kiss Candy. "That your butt, or did something die in here?" "Cindy!" Candy screamed. "You big butt hole! She told you to say that, didn't she?" Pam laughed as the two girls laughed and shoved each other. After they'd both kissed Paul, they went to the office to gather her wet clothes. Then with a few more kisses, they clambered into the Toyota and drone away. "I really appreciate this," Pam said again from the back seat of the Toyota as Cindy drove them back to Candy's house. ---- Cathy snored lightly on the couch. Mr. Hayes had come by earlier that morning, to collect his 'rent,' she'd rinsed the taste of his semen away with a good stiff vodka and orange juice, and now the soft drumming of rain on the roof of the house lulled her to sleep. Chapter 30 Bobbi smiled happily at the small girl. "You're Patsy Ham's little girl, aren't you?" she said, more of a statement than a question. "Yes ma'am," Pam admitted, hanging her head, waiting for the insults that were sure to come. "Oh my goodness!" Bobbi laughed aloud. "Patsy and I were best friends when we went to St. Thomas! I was the maid of honor at the wedding when she married, married, oh what was his name? You were only one or two years old, probably not even walking yet, but..." "Jashawn Irvine," Pam spat out. "Candy, you can't just dump everything in the washing machine," Bobbi called out. "That blouse can't be washed with her jeans or her jean jacket." "Oh," Candy said and looked at the clothes again. "Good God, just go to your room, or watch television, I'll take care of this," Bobbi said and playfully slapped Candy's butt. "Ow!" Candy giggled and grabbed Pam's hand and yanked the girl to her room. Bobbi sorted out the girl's clothes and added Candy and Cindy's clothes to the pile and started the washing machine. ---- Cathy tried, but couldn't force herself to look at Ray. She'd been caught again, drinking, and he just stood there, not saying anything. Finally he spoke. "'I love you,'" he mocked. "Please, Ray," she whispered, close to tears again. "Come here," he ordered and she slowly, cautiously approached him. "What do you think we ought to do about this?" he asked her softly and she burst into tears. ---- "Hey, miss you," Marie said softly into the phone. "Miss you too," Bob said. "But I'll be home in a minute for lunch." "What about Paul?" Marie asked. "Him? No, I don't feed him, told him to go dig something out the dumpster behind McDonald's," Bob said easily. Paul shook his head in amusement. Bob turned off of Highway 19 toward their house. "Bob!" Marie cried out. "You didn't!" "He's with me, Honey Bunny," Bob laughed. "My Daddy used to call me that," Marie said softly into the phone as she slipped the pork chops out of the pan. "I know," Bob said and pulled up into the driveway. "Hang up, we'll be inside in a minute." Paul let his father go in first and stood by as Marie and Bob greeted each other with kisses. "Hi, I'm Paul, the one he doesn't feed," he said when Bob and Marie stopped squeezing each other. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 03 No, she wasn't pretty at all, certainly not beautiful like his dad had suggested. Paul, however, recognized a lot of his mother's features in the woman's face, particularly in her eyes, which were searching his own for any sign of rejection. Some would tell him that neither Candy nor Cindy Broussard was beautiful either, but in his eyes, they were. He smiled warmly at her and she returned the smile. "So, are you staying tonight too?" Paul asked her as they dug into the pork chops and mashed potatoes. "Um, yeah," she said. "And going to church with us?" he asked. "Yeah, if that's all right," she said. "And going to Bombay's with us too?" Paul pressed on. "Yeah, if that's what y'all normally do," she said. "Good," Paul said and scraped his plate clean. "You'll get to meet my girlfriends." "Oh, my God," she thought. "He wants me to meet... He accepts me, it's official, and I'm someone's girlfriend, I'm Bob's girlfriend!" ---- "Oh cool!" Pam said, looking at the cd collection. "You have No Doubt!" "Yeah, want to listen to it?" Candy asked and reached for the remote control for her stereo. "Can I?" Pam asked. "I've heard a bunch of songs off it, but never heard the whole thing." "Got a bunch of clean tops and bras and underwear that need to be folded," Bobbi announced and dumped the entire pile on top of Candy as Candy lay in her bed. "Hey!" Candy yelled out. "Oops!" Bobbi laughed. "Jeans are in the dryer, should be done in about forty minutes, and lunch is ready when y'all get finished with the folding." Pam's mouth had been watering as she smelled the homemade vegetable soup and had been quietly praying that she would be invited to eat some of it. "You, um, you think your mom meant me too?" she quietly asked Candy as she and Candy and Cindy sat cross legged on the floor and folded the pile of clothes. "No, we're going to make you stand there and watch us eat," Candy said and stuck her tongue out at the small girl. "Yes, Pam," Cindy said gently. "She meant me and you too, not just Butt breath over here." She wondered if Candy was looking at Pam's dark bush of pubic hair which was quite visible as the small girl sat, legs crossed and rapidly folded the blouse she held. Candy wondered if Cindy was looking at Pam's thicket of pubic hair in fascination also. For such a tiny girl, Pam sported both large breasts and very thick pubic hair. "Damn it, am I turning into a lezzie?" she wondered. "I mean, I really really love Cindy and love kissing her and... Why am I looking at another girl's pussy?" They finished folding the clothes, and squealing and chattering, they ran from Candy's bedroom to the kitchen. "Gee, I guess you're hungry," Bobbi said and pointed to the table where their soup and sandwiches were waiting. ---- "So, what you think?" Bob asked as he and Paul returned to work. "I think she's all right," Paul said. "Yeah, she's all right," Bob, agreed. ---- Elaine had cried when Cindy Jensen cut their friendship off, but Bill's rough and hungry hands and mouth were easing the memory of Cindy's friendship out of her mind. He seemed to be fascinated with her heavy breasts and she loved the feeling of his hands on her. The sound of the rain hitting the window outside was adding a romantic touch; if only her bratty little sister would leave them the hell alone. Bill stiffened and then groaned as Elaine's hand stroked his cock through his jeans. She moaned in disappointment as he wasted his delicious come down the leg of his jeans. ---- Elizabeth smiled happily as she and Teddy sat on the couch and watched the 'chick flick' together. Her brother was over at Elaine's house and as soon as he'd left, Elizabeth had called Teddy and begged him to come over. His fingers entwined with hers and she sighed as the two star-crossed lovers shared an intimate kiss on screen. With her father in the same room, half-watching the movie and half-reading his newspaper, they couldn't kiss right now, but she knew she would be kissing him just as soon as she could. Covertly, she looked over and smiled; her father was now engrossed in the 'Sports' section. Teddy clenched his jaw to stifle the groan; Elizabeth had playfully dragged her fingernail along his thigh, coming very close to his trapped erection. The End of 'The Broussard Sisters 03 The Broussard Sisters Ch. 04 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 31 "Don't take it personal," Bob assured Marie when Paul did not ride with them to church. "He's going to be taking Candy and Cindy to Bombay; doesn't want us cramping his style, that's all." She couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. She knew she wasn't beautiful, had known that all her life and any rejection hurt tremendously. "Your brother's meeting us there?" Bob asked as he drove the GTO. It was one of his favorite cars, a powerful muscle car from the sixties. "Uh huh," she said and looked at the small suburban landscape. "He out to eat with us too?" Bob asked and pulled into the parking lot of the church. "There he is," Marie smiled at her big brother. "I think so, you ask him." Nick affectionately hugged his sister and shook hands with Bob. "Sell her a beat up old truck, fine," he said. "Didn't say you could date her, though." "Nicky, shut up," Marie laughed and slapped her big brother's arm. "I'll take the truck back," Bob said, "But I'm dating her, one way or the other." Marie felt like crying for joy and hugged onto Bob's arm as the three of them walked to the large doors of the church. ---- Cindy and Candy and Pam smiled happily as they spotted Paul entering the church. Jake, Bill, Emily and Bobbi likewise smiled as Paul joined them in the pew. Paul was a little surprised to see Pam with them; he'd just assumed that Cindy or Candy would have brought her home yesterday. The fact that she still wore the jeans, jacket and blouse and rubber boots she'd worn yesterday told him she'd not gone home to change. Cindy and candy pulled apart from each other so that Paul could sit between them. Pam felt a little pushed out, but Candy warmly gripped her small hand and smiled at the girl. She knew she should feel a little funny holding onto Pam's hand, but she didn't. Last night, there'd been some giggling and pushing and shoving between the three girls as they got into Cindy's bed. Finally, it was decided that Pam would sleep in the middle and they snuggled down to go to sleep. "Good night, Cindy said to Candy as they both sat up in the bed, Pam already lying down. "I love you," Candy said and the two best friends kissed. Candy turned off the bedside lamp and snuggled down on her pillow. "Good night," Pam whispered to Candy, and kissed her very softly, lingering a little too long. Then she rolled over and faced Cindy. "Good night," she whispered and again her kiss was very soft, very lingering. "I love you," Pam said and snuggled down. "Love you too," Cindy said and felt Pam's breath exhale in a contented sigh. Candy could feel Pam's little butt nestled against her belly and giggled; it was almost like having a teddy bear, except this was a live teddy bear. "What?" Cindy wanted to know. "It's almost like sleeping with a teddy bear," Candy said aloud and giggled again. "Cindy likewise giggled; she couldn't help it, Candy's giggles were always so infectious to her. "I'm not a teddy bear!" Pam protested, indignant. "I know that!" Candy said and hugged the girl tightly. She didn't mean to, but her hand rested firmly against Pam's breasts. "We know that," Cindy said, and kissed Pam's lips. "Okay," Pam said, slightly mollified. Candy went to pull her arm away, but Pam gripped her arm tightly and held it in place. Candy lightly kissed Pam's small ear and again the three settled down to sleep. Now, in church, Pam gripped Candy's hand tightly until the organist began playing, signaling the procession of the priest and deacon and altar attendants. ---- Cathy poured herself a very stiff vodka and orange juice and drank it down quickly before Ray could get there. She had balked when he suggested checking herself into a treatment center, but when he pointed out that it would look good to a judge when it came time to get her kids back, she had agreed. She looked at the clock again; ten more minutes. She quickly poured another glassful and hurriedly drank it down. She would go and brush her teeth before he got there. "Almost ready?" he asked and she screamed. "Get that last bit in before we go," he said, almost gently. "It'll be your last one hopefully." ---- "And now let us offer to one another a sign of Christ's peace," the deacon intoned and Marie and Bob kissed. Nick surprised Bob by hugging him in a tight bear hug. The two men smiled broadly at each other, then preceded to offer other parishioners handshakes, an offering of peace. Pam stood on her tiptoes and kissed Candy , then turned and hugged Miss Bobbi and then also hugged Mr. Jake. She made her way down the entire pew, kissing Cindy and Paul (her heart did a little flip-flop as her lips touched his) and hugging Mr. Bill and Miss Emily. "God, thank God there weren't fifty people on this pew," Bill hissed to Emily. "I bet she would have hugged them all." "Shush, she's a very affectionate girl," Emily hissed back. "Nothing wrong with that; Cindy and Candy are that way too." Pam hadn't been raised that way; she was just so grateful to be with people that accepted her and didn't look down at her because her mother was a prostitute and her step-father was a black man. And, yes, if there had been fifty people on that pew, fifty people that accepted her and said they loved her, she would have made sure to hug or kiss all of them. ---- Elaine felt like crying; when the deacon said to offer one another the sign of peace, Cindy Jensen, her former best friend in the whole world turned around and gave her the finger. And her bratty little sister, thinking that was funny, did the same thing. ---- Teddy and Elizabeth contented themselves with a quick hug and ignored both Bill and Ed Baggett's glares. Chapter 32 "Man, that is one wicked looking car," Nick said as he looked at the GTO "Want to drive it?" Bob offered, holding out the keys. "You just want to sell him a car," Marie accused and Bob smiled again. "Absolutely," he said and Nick reluctantly declined the offer. "But drive slow; I'm not real sure where the hell Kimble is," he said. "Straight up Highway 19," Bob said. Can't miss it really." "And I've got my cell phone with me," Marie said. "Just call if you get turned around." "I wonder how the hell he's going to do this," Bob said and Marie looked over to see Paul and three girls debating on the seating in the Chevy Impala. "Just get in," Candy finally decided for them, shoving Cindy into the car first. She followed her, then held out her arms for Pam to climb into her lap. "Everybody buckle up; Paul said and slammed the front passenger door shut. "How many girlfriends did you say he had?" Marie asked. "Two that I know of," Bob smiled. ---- "Got the whole house to ourselves?" Bill asked Emily as they pulled out of the parking lot. "Nope, 'fraid not," Emily smiled. "Remember? You invited Jake and Bobbi over for your 'world famous duck and sausage gumbo." "I'll tell them I burned it," he said and shook his head. "Damn it! Then Jake's going to want to watch the big screen and I'll never get rid of them!" "Oh stop it!" Emily smiled. "You love having them over and you know it." "Yeah I do," he smiled. ---- "Straight home," Ed Baggett warned his daughter. "Not in twenty or thirty minutes, straight home, is that understood?" "Yes sir," Teddy said and opened the car door for Elizabeth. "I'll follow them," Bill offered. "No, you won't," Ed sighed. ---- "That's the same outfit she had on yesterday, ain't it?" Jake asked Bobbi as they watched Pam climb into their daughter's lap. "Uh huh, she spent the night with Candy and Cindy; guess she didn't have time to go home and change," Bobbi agreed. "Ooh, duck and sausage gumbo, can't wait!" Jake said. "Uh huh, and no falling asleep on their couch," Bobbi warned. "We have a television and a couch at home for that." "What're you saying?" Jake asked, defensively. "I'm saying they might want a little privacy, you know?" Bobbi said. ---- Cathy felt her head whizzing and whirling as the woman kept asking her questions and kept pushing papers in front of her to sign. She wanted Ray to come back, to get her out of here. She wanted a drink. "Just a few more, sweetie," the woman assured her. "Um, look, this is a mistake," Cathy said. "Uh huh," the woman said and pushed yet another piece of paper in front of her to sign. "I really don't think I need to be here," Cathy said as she scrawled out her signature. "Uh huh, and you say you have three children, two girls and a boy, right?" the woman said. "Yeah, but Child Protection took them away from me," Cathy said and wondered where she'd put her purse. ---- "Ooh, you are such a snuggle bunny!" Candy squealed and hugged Pam tightly. Cindy giggled at her best friend, cuddling the small girl in her lap. The ear to ear grin on Pam's face really lighted the girl's face up. She put her hand on Pam's thigh and Pam dropped one hand from Candy's arms and squeezed Cindy's hand tightly. "Ooh," Candy squealed again and kissed the girl's ear. "I love you," Pam declared and twisted slightly and kissed Candy's lips. "Love you right back," Candy declared and kissed Pam back. Cindy felt a small twinge of jealousy, which quickly dissipated when Paul put his hand on her plump thigh and squeezed it affectionately. "Don't worry," Candy said to Cindy. "You get to hold her on the way back." Pam felt absolutely light headed; not only did these two want her, they were actually fighting over her. "When is it my turn?" Paul teased. "Never!" Cindy and Candy yelled. "Right now," Pam yelled and the three girls erupted in squeals and giggles. ---- "Yes, Honey Bunny, he's still behind us," Bob said and glanced again into the rearview mirror. Finally, they pulled into the parking lot of the Bombay Café and Bob smiled as Paul herded the three girls toward the door. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Paul!" Hashim him cried out as the foursome entered the foyer of the restaurant. "Finally, you bring one for me too!" "'Fraid not, Hashim," Paul laughed. "Hi Hashim," Cindy and Candy said in unison. "Hi beautiful ladies," Hashim smiled. "Oh, she for your father?" "No, he's bringing his own," Paul laughed. Hashim pointed them toward a large table and shook his head sadly. "If God is good to me, in the next life, Mr. Paul, I will come back as you," he said and smiled widely and greeted Bob and the somewhat unattractive woman that clung onto Bob. ---- Teddy smiled as he drove home. They had, just as Mr. Babbett insisted, driven straight to her house and did not stop on the way. "Thank God she's left-handed," Teddy smiled and looked down at his lap to make sure the dark jeans hid the wet spot. The curly headed girl had lips that were made for kissing (he shuddered just thinking about those lips kissing the head of his cock) at its that begged to be squeezed, as well as an ass that begged for a little squeezing too. But on such a tight time schedule, they didn't have any time to do any kissing or squeezing. "Maybe later," she promised and unzipped his jeans and stroked her hand along the length of his manhood through the material of his briefs. "She laughed aloud when he groaned and spurted into his briefs, then zipped his jeans back up. "There, that ought to keep you until Friday, huh?" she said and patted the shrinking lump in his jeans. "What?" he croaked. "What about tomorrow? It's Martin Luther King Day, isn't it?" "Oh, that's right!" she said. "And I think Daddy has to work!" "Hopefully, dick head won't be there," Teddy said to himself and let himself in to the small home he and his parents and three older brothers shared. Chapter 33 "Okay, three," Bob said as he watched his son and the three girls getting into the green impala. He would have had to be blind to miss the adoring looks that Pam kept giving his son. And his son, God he was so proud of that boy, had been as attentive to Pam as he had been to Cindy and to Candy. Cindy and Candy had to see the interaction between Pam and Paul too, but if it bothered them, they didn't let on one bit. They also did their best to make Marie feel welcome and were polite to Nick. "Yep, three girlfriends," Marie agreed. "He better not be a chip off the old block, you here?" "And you're staying another night?" Bob asked. "Yep, Martin Luther King Day, courthouse's closed," Marie said. "Hurry up, it's cold out here." "Bob, real good to see you again," Nick said and hugged his sister goodbye. "Good to see you too," Bob agreed and held out a hand to shake but the man hugged him instead. "Hope you don't mind; we're just a real demonstrative family," Nick said and gave his sister another kiss before getting into his own car. "Don't mind at all," Bob agreed and closed the passenger door for Marie. ---- "Movies?" Paul asked. "No, there's just that stupid cartoon one," Candy said. "Oh?" Paul smiled and rubbed his hand on her leg. "Didn't say we had to watch it, did I?" Cindy squeezed Pam tightly; Candy was right, Pam was a real snuggle bunny. "I um, I kind of like cartoons," Pam said and squeezed Cindy's arms tightly. "Me too," Cindy said and stuck her tongue out at Candy. "Don't stick that thing out unless you're going to use it," Candy hissed playfully to Cindy and gasped as Cindy quickly leaned over and licked her on the tip of her nose. "What? What'd you do?" Pam demanded as Candy squealed in disgust and Cindy burst out in elated giggles. "She told me not to stick my tongue out unless I was going to use it, so I licked her nose," Cindy whispered in Pam's ear and Pam giggled as well. ---- "Yeah, they've got a day off," Bill commiserated with Jake, indicating Emily. "We, we got to bust our butts anyway." "Aw, you poor, poor baby," Emily cooed. "Cold, cold woman," Bill said. "See? That, that right there's why men need football and beer." "What? So they can get drunk and stupid?" Bobbi teased. "Drunk," Jake said. "Don't need no help when it comes to stupid." "And that's how we like it!" Bill cheered and shared a high five with Jake. "Whatever," Emily said and began clearing the table. ---- "Damn it, my pussy's all sore," Marie complained lightly as she and Bob snuggled in the bed. "Aw, want me to kiss it and make it all better?" Bob teased. "Yeah, would you?" Marie asked and rolled over onto her back. "Yes ma'am," Bob said eagerly and crawled under the covers. "Oh, good, good, good," Marie chanted as he slobbered up and down her wet slit, looking for her clitoris. ----" And then I'd suck it for you," Elizabeth whispered into the telephone. "Oh, God!" Teddy groaned. She giggled, so happy to have a boyfriend. For as long as she could remember, her overbearing, domineering brother had driven any boys that seemed even remotely interested in her. And Teddy was so cute and so sweet. "Now tell me what you'd do," she asked and lazily stroked up and down her wet slit. "I'd have to start at those beautiful lips of yours," he said. She sighed happily. She knew she had nice tits, and a really nice ass; even Cindy Jensen had said she had a nice ass; but Teddy didn't say anything about those. He said he'd start off at her lips. Teddy Lemoine was doing a pretty good job of stealing her heart. ---- "Rise and shine, sleepy head!" the nurse said cheerfully as she marched into Cathy's room. A frightened looking girl staggered in behind the nurse, dressed in a hospital gown just like the one Cathy wore. She hesitated, wobbled, and then leaned against the wall. "Go the fuck away and leave me alone," Cathy mumbled. "Oh, come on now!" the nurse laughed. "You don't mean that!" Cathy's head was pounding so hard she was sure it would explode. The new patient suddenly coughed, then vomited heartily and Cathy felt sick to the pit of her stomach at the smell of the vomit. The nurse didn't seem perturbed at all; just marched over to the intercom and punched a button. "Yes?" a voice crackled. "Need a mop in here, and probably a clean, yes, bring a clean gown," the nurse said cheerfully. The new girl stood there and sobbed piteously but did not move from her spot, leaning up against the wall. "Get the fuck out," Cathy screamed at the intruders. "Now, now, didn't know you'd paid for a personal suite," the nurse said sarcastically, but was not mean-spirited. A heavy-set orderly pushed the mop and bucket in, looked at the mess and shook her head. Gently, she pulled the shaking, sobbing girl backward and began to mop up the vomit. "Gown's coming," she said to the nurse. "Please, please, get out," Cathy begged. "YOU going to mop this up?" the orderly asked Cathy. ---- "How are we going to do this?" Cindy asked as the foursome selected a group of seats. "Don't know," Candy admitted. She was nervous. Kissing Cindy, making out with Cindy was one thing; they only did that when they were with Paul. But making out with Cindy with Pam right there was another thing entirely. And she definitely wasn't going to be grabbing Cindy's boobs or having Cindy grab her boobs; that would be all she would need, for someone to blab that all over the school that she and Cindy were gay or something. "I'll sit with you," Pam decided. "Oh?" Paul teased. "And suppose Candy wants to make out?" "Paul!" Candy squealed and slapped his upper arm as hard as she could (it hurt her hand a lot more than it hurt his arm.) "Shut up!" "Do you?" Pam asked and looked up at Candy. "No!" Candy protested. "Paul's just a butt head!" Paul laughed and walked in behind Candy. Cindy stood there for a moment, then followed Paul and sat down next to him. When Cindy regained her composure, she leaned across Paul and looked at a smugly smiling Pam. "And suppose I want to make out?" she playfully asked. "Do you?" Pam asked and looked at Cindy. "Well, um, I..." Cindy stammered. "Got you there," Paul laughed. "Shut up," Cindy said and hugged his left arm tightly. "You shut up," he said and kissed her. "No, you shut up," she said and fed him her tongue. Candy looked over at the small girl; Pam had grabbed onto her right arm and was hugging it tightly, leaning her small head on Candy's shoulder. "You are such a snuggle bunny, you know that?" she smiled. "Uh huh," Pam said happily. She looked at Candy again. "If you, um, if you do want to make out, I'll, it's um..." she said quietly. The lights dimmed and the long blaring of previews started. Pam leaned her head back on Candy's shoulder. Paul leaned over and kissed Candy, which was slightly encumbered by Pam's clinging onto Candy. "What about me?" Pam whispered when Candy and Paul pulled apart. Paul leaned over as far as he could and pressed his lips to hers. Her kiss was soft, tingling. "Damn," Paul thought. "She's a really good kisser." Candy watched as Paul and Pam kissed, and then watched Paul sit up again. Pam twisted in her seat and tugged on Candy's arm. Candy turned to face her and was slightly startled when Pam's lips pressed softly to hers for an intimate kiss. "What about Cindy?" Candy teased Pam once she'd been able to talk again. She was so embarrassed; Pam's kisses were very sensuous, very exciting. "Oh yeah!" Pam said and clomped over to stand in front of Cindy, who was still breathless from Paul's kiss. She was a little startled by the intimate kiss from Pam, especially when Pam mumbled "I love you." "I love you too," Cindy said and looked over as Pam sat down on her left side. Pam clung to Cindy's left arm and put her head on Cindy's shoulder. She felt so good; she had two really sweet friends, and actually got to kiss Paul, who she had a big, big crush on. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 04 ---- Cindy Jensen looked through the refrigerator and pantry and sighed. As usual, there was nothing to eat. She reached for the phone and realized, there was no one for her to call. She'd dumped Paul and had foisted Bill off onto Elaine. She looked in the refrigerator again and pulled out three eggs. She hated cooking, but she could at least cook herself some scrambled eggs. "Hey, what you making?" Doug Jensen popped up. "Typical man," she thought. "Nothing, 'cause there's nothing to cook," she lied and slammed the frying pan on the wobbly stove. Chapter 34 And I been up for four days straight, and when I tried to kill my kid, the fucking bitch next door calls the fucking cops," Tammy was whining, but Cathy wasn't listening. "Uh huh," she said and prayed to a God she didn't believe in to please, please make Tammy just shut up. "I mean, the fucking bitch's always snooping around, can't mind her own fucking business, you know?" Tammy went on. "Uh huh," Cathy said, sure that Tammy wasn't listening. ---- Cindy looked over at Pam. The cartoon entranced the small girl, even though it was a pretty juvenile story line. From the moment the movie started, she'd not made a sound, and had not moved her head from Cindy's shoulder or her arms from hugging Cindy's left arm. She smiled; it was obvious that Pam didn't get to go to very many movies. "Penny for your thoughts," Paul whispered and Cindy smiled at him. "Honestly?" she whispered back. "Uh huh," he said. "I was thinking how much I love you and how wonderful you are for bringing Pam along too," she whispered and softly, sensuously kissed him. "Me too," Pam insisted and, with some difficulty, Paul managed to kiss her as well. Candy giggled lightly when Paul discovered that she'd managed to wiggle out of her bra. She sucked in her breath as his mouth descended on her breasts and nuzzled it, then bit down with increasing pressure onto her nipple. "Uh!" she groaned and lightly slapped at his face to let him know he'd crossed the threshold of pleasure to pain. "Uh!" she groaned again as he forcibly twisted her in her seat and gave the other breast equal treatment. "I love you so much," she whispered into his ear and kissed him with all the passion she could muster. "Ah!" she gasped in as she felt his hand unzip her slacks and his finger trace up and down her very wet slit through her panties. "Uh!" she grunted, trying very hard to stifle her groan of orgasm. She sat, weak and light-headed and tried to smile as she could hear his chuckle. He sucked his finger and thought to himself that it would be pure heaven if ever he were able to taste her, straight from the source. Cindy felt her eyes bulge out as he unsnapped her slacks and eased her zipper down. "Oh!" she moaned as his finger traced up and down her drooling slit, his tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth. "Oh, God!" she screamed into his mouth as she felt a powerful orgasm rack her body. Paul again thought that he couldn't wait until he was able to taste her, nothing between his mouth and her hot wetness. "What'd he do?" Pam whispered and Cindy weakly turned to look at the girl. "He played with my, my, um, my pussy," Cindy confessed and blushed hotly. "No way!" Pam squealed and looked at the still blushing girl. "Really?" "Uh huh," Cindy said and slumped slightly in her seat. "What was it like?" Pam whispered excitedly. "It was great," Cindy admitted. Pam looked over at Paul and sighed. Maybe one day he'd do that to her too. ---- "Before I leave tomorrow," Marie said. "I'm going to wash these sheets." "What? Why?" Bob asked and pulled her on top of him again. "Because they're all sticky!" she laughed and groaned again as he entered her. "You are on the pill, right?" he asked and her eyes flew open. No, she wasn't on the pill; it had never been necessary before this week. "No, no, I'm not," she said. "What? He asked, alarmed. "Honey Bunny, you could get pregnant!" "Yeah, probably," she laughed, finding the idea quite appealing. "Oh, damn," he groaned and felt his excitement bubbling up. "And if I do get knocked up," she whispered and thrust backward to meet his frenzied thrusts. "I'll just have to come live here for good." "Damn it," he groaned and pumped his semen into her. ---- "Easy, Baby," Bobbi laughed. "Remember? I'm going to be a Mommy!" "Damn it!" Jake groaned as he thrust into his wife from behind. "I remember how sexy you were too." "Oh, bull shit!" Bobbi laughed. "You just remember how bit my tits got!" "Oh, Damn it!" Jake called out as he pumped his wife full of his semen. ---- Bill lay and snored on the couch, the program he'd been watching long over. Emily not too quietly picked up the four empty beer cans and carried them into the kitchen. "But if I turned the television off," she mused aloud. "He'd be up and ranting and raving 'Why'd you turn that off? I was watching that!'" He stirred slightly when she put her lips lovingly to the bald spot on the back of his head and walked through the living room. "Going to take a nice hot bubble bath," she said loudly. "Cindy's spending the night with Candy. I'll be all alone, naked, in the tub, all by myself." "Be right there," he said and stretched and groaned. "God, you are nothing but hormones," she laughed. ---- Elaine sat in her room and cried. She missed Cindy; Cindy had been her best friend in the whole wide world. And her damned sister, every chance she got, was flipping her the finger. She knew Elise didn't really understand how hurtful that was, but the knowledge didn't make it any less painful. And Bill was playing some sort of game, claiming to be 'too busy' to come over or to take her out to the Basin. ---- Bill seethed with an almost white hot rage; Elizabeth was too good to be dating a little fucking wimp like Teddy. And was far too good to be talking with him like a slut, telling him she'd suck his cock and stuff. He couldn't go and tell his dad; Dad would just want to know how he'd heard any of this and then Bill would have to show his dad the vent and show him how you could hear everything that went on in Elizabeth's room. ---- "Oh, thank God!" Cathy thought as they were summoned to the dining room for supper. "Five o'clock?" Tammy whined. "Who the fuck eats supper at five o'clock?" "Don't you have kids?" Cathy asked. "What time do you normal feed them?" "One. One kid, feed him whenever, you know? No real set time," Tammy mumbled. Cathy looked at the met amphetamine addict and pursed her lips. True, she had been a neglectful parent at times, yes, they'd missed quite a few days of school due to her not feeling well enough to get them up in time for the bus, but they always, well, most of the time they got a good breakfast and usually were fed their dinners by six, seven o'clock by the latest. "And Child Protection is paying for this bitch to go to treatment?" she thought and felt a large resentment well up in her. Chapter 35 "He touched you too?" Pam asked and the three girls squealed as they stood in the bathroom of the movie theater. "What was it like?" Pam asked in a quiet whisper. "Great, that's all I can tell you," Candy said and pulled her blouse back down. "Candy, you are horrible," Cindy said and pinched her best friend on her buttock as hard as she could. "What?" Candy giggled and pinched her best friend in return. "Taking your bra off like that!" Cindy hissed. "Jealous?" Candy asked, adopting a smug, arrogant tone and giggling, unable to maintain her 'haughty' act for very long. "Yes!" Cindy admitted and again the three girls squealed in laughter they tramped out of the bathroom and encircled Paul and all three hugged him. "Ready?" he asked and they tramped out into the bright winter sunlight. ----. "What time he'll be home?" Marie asked as she stirred in the vegetables. "Don't know, but he's a good kid, I'm not too worried," Bob replied. "I'm just wondering if he'll be home for dinner," Marie asked. "Let me see," Bob said and pulled out his cell phone. ---- "Hello?" Bill finally answered his cell phone. "Hello?" a tearful Elaine said. Bill felt his rage bubble up to the surface. The last thing he needed was a clinging, crying, simpering girlfriend at this time. He was trying to keep Elizabeth from making a huge mistake, trying to make her see that Teddy just wasn't the right guy for her; she deserved so much better. And Dad wasn't being any help; just telling him he needed to stay out of it. ---- Cindy Jensen sat in her room and listened to Hole's 'Retard Girl' and radiated hatred; hatred for her father and her brother and her mother and for anyone else she could think of. ---- "Girls ought to be home soon," Bobbi said as she stirred the soup. "Uh huh," Jake said. "Think Pam's gone home yet, or what?" "Probably not," Bobbi said. "I get the feeling she's not in any hurry to go home." She looked over her shoulder at him. "Why, she's not a problem, is she?" she asked. "No, not at all, but I'm sure her parents are probably kind of worried about her," Jake said. Bobbi thought back to her encounters with Jashawn. She hadn't been all that thrilled when Patsy announced she was marrying a black man. Lord knows she wasn't prejudiced, but that sort of thing just wasn't done in south Louisiana. But Jashawn had done little to encourage any friendship and finally Bobbi, now the mother of her own little girl, had just lost all contact with her former best friend. "No, well, I'm sure they are; I'll have her call them and let them know where she is," Bobbi agreed. She turned the chicken breasts down and quickly chopped some onion and bell pepper and slid them off the cutting board into the pan and covered the pan. "Damn, that smells good," Jake commented. ---- "Think Bobbi and Jake would take Cindy on a permanent basis?" Bill asked as he and Emily rolled and splashed in the whirlpool tub. He'd balked at the price tag when Emily had suggested the tub, but now was glad he'd let her talk him into it. "Shut up!" she laughed and gripped his cock underneath the suds. "You'd be whining about how much you miss her within a day or two." "Uh huh," Bill smiled and reached under the suds for her breasts. "Love you," she murmured. "Love you more, Baby," he said. ---- "Hello?" Paul asked as he answered his cell phone. "Hey sport, Marie wants to know if you're going to be home for dinner," his dad's voice cut in. "Uh, yeah, yeah, just going to drop everybody off, then I'll be home," Paul, said. "Aw!" three voices chimed in and Bob laughed. "No hurry," he assured his son. Paul pulled up in front of Candy's house as Cindy instructed him to. "But I left my tee shirt at your house," Pam said. "I got plenty of tops," Candy assured the girl. "We'll find something for you to sleep in." He marched behind the three girls, watching the windows of the house for any parents' eyes. "Had a great time today," he assured Candy and kissed her quickly. "Love you," he told her and she smiled happily. He repeated the process with Cindy and she too smiled happily at him. "I really love you," Pam said and hugged him tightly. "Love you too," he said and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Damn, but she is a great kisser," he thought, resisting the urge to adjust his throbbing cock in front of the three girls. "You working tomorrow?" Candy asked and he nodded his head yes. "Probably; plus that, I got a shit load of homework," he said and three girls whined. "See you in school," he said and they tramped inside. ---- "He's on his way," Bob said and Marie smiled in relief. She wasn't being rejected or pushed away; Paul was just a popular teenager with a teenager's social life. "Aw, that's a shame," she teased. "I was thinking we could eat dinner in the nude?" "Hey, I'll call him right back," Bob said and she laughed. "Put that thing away," she laughed. "What thing?" he teased. "My phone or my weenie?" "Both," she smiled and turned the rice down to simmer. "Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes." ---- Cathy stood and listened to the other women; nine in all, as she grudgingly did her dishes. Seven of them were animated, happy, bubbling. The two that weren't happy were herself and her roommate. "Damn it, this is Crystal's job," she thought as she rinsed her dish off. "No ma'am, that has to be dried before you put it away," one of the women called out and Cathy wanted to hurl the plate at her. "Go ahead, bitch," the woman said. "Take your best shot, 'cause it'll be your last." Cathy glared pure hatred at the woman, but dried the dish off. "It'll get better," another woman assured her and Cathy's first reaction was to tell Merry Sunshine to go fuck herself, but finally just nodded her head and dried off the cup and put it away as well. "Come on," Merry Sunshine cheerfully said. "We get ten minutes to smoke if you want to, then it's two fucking hours of Group. Do you smoke?" "No, no, used to but I quit about five, six years ago," Cathy mumbled. "God! I've tried a thousand times, just can't do it!" the woman said and led Cathy to a small alcove outside. Cathy looked at the fenced in area, trying to determine how hard it would be to escape. "What's on the other side of that fence?" she asked. "Parking lot I think," Sam said and blew out a stream of cigarette smoke. "Give me a cigarette," Tammy demanded. "Get your own, bitch," Sam snapped Cathy stepped back, out of the way in case fists started to fly. Having three kids had taught her that. Chapter 36 "Thanks, um, Marie," Paul said as he scraped his plate clean. "You're welcome, um, Paul," Marie said easily. "Well, I don't know what to call you," Paul defended. "Marie is fine," she said and picked up his plate as well as Bob's plate. ---- "We, um, we don't have a phone," Pam admitted when Miss Bobbi asked if she'd called her mom to let her know where she was. "I'll run her by," Candy offered. "That way you can pick up something to sleep in." "After dinner," Bobbi said. "And pick up your homework too." "Yes ma'am," Pam said, relieved that Miss Bobbi and Mr. Jake weren't sending her away. Bobbi did not miss the relief in the child's voice. "Make sure you get your school clothes too," she said. "Yes ma'am," Pam happily said. Bobbi had heard the rumors; Bender was a very small town. She didn't want to believe that her former best friend was actually a prostitute, so she got into her car and drove out to Flowers Boulevard, where the local prostitutes plied their wares. Flowers Boulevard had an Adult bookstore, two bars where women danced nude, and a motel that rented rooms by the hour. There were a few prostitutes milling around and they perked up slightly when they saw the late model sedan slowly approaching them. They looked past her car when they saw it was a woman behind the wheel. Her heart sank. Dressed in a denim skirt and sports bra, Patsies looked at Bobbi with a thousand yard stare. "Thank you," Pam said quietly and Bobbi smiled warmly. "What are you doing?" Jake hissed at her as they gathered up the dishes. "I'll tell you later," Bobbi hissed back, their code for 'none of your business.' ---- Cathy was grateful for the clean panties she'd put on that morning. Three of the women in Group didn't' have any on, and one had on a pair that had seen better days. And the ones that Tammy was wearing actually looked like she'd pooped in them. Right now, Sam was going on and on about her pathetic little life and Cathy couldn't help but think that Hell would freeze over before she'd ever spill her guts like that, in front of a bunch of strangers dressed in hospital gowns. "Cathy, back to us, Okays?" Dr. Miller called out and Cathy blushed at being caught daydreaming. "Cathy, what do you think about what Sam was just sharing?" Dr. Miller went on, not letting Cathy off the hook. "I'm sorry," Cathy mumbled. "I didn't hear her." ---- "Hello?" Elaine croaked into the phone. Her throat was raw from crying so much. "Hey, how's it going?" Cindy Jensen's voice dripped with false cheerfulness. Cindy was bored. There was nothing to do in her trailer and since Doug couldn't afford to buy both her and J.R. a car and since JR. actually worked, he got the car. That had never been a problem when she was dating Paul; he drove her anywhere she wanted to go. That had never been a problem when she was with Bill for that very short amount of time. She really resented Paul and his dad; Paul had spent their entire Christmas break working at that stupid car lot. Had he devoted any time to her, she'd never been tempted by Bill Baggett. Elaine bubbled with joy and agreed to pick Cindy up in thirty minutes and they'd go and get coffee. Elated, she left her room and walked down the hall to the bathroom. Elise passed, and flipped Elaine the finger. Elaine smiled sweetly as she stuck her foot out and tripped her sister. "Hey!" Elise cried out and Elaine giggled. ---- "Sitting up front with me?" Cindy asked as she opened the passenger door. "Or are you sitting in the back?" "Up front," Pam decided and Cindy got in and pulled Pam in after her. "Buckle up," Candy said and started the car. "We have to, Candy drives terrible," Cindy whispered and Pam giggled. "Shut up, I do not!" Candy cried out and slapped Cindy's arm. "Went to the Ray Charles School of Driving," Cindy whispered in Pam's ear and Pam giggled again. "Shut up," Candy squealed again and pulled out onto Highway 19, heading toward Highway 52. "You live at that trailer park, the one Cindy Jensen lives at, right?" Candy asked. "Yeah, don't remind me," Pam said sourly. "Still can't believe she dumped Paul," Cindy said. "Should be grateful," Pam reminded her. "Which trailer?" Candy asked and slowed to a crawl on the clamshell drive. "Last one on the left," Pam said. "Two down from Queen Cindy." With a kiss, Cindy let her out of the car and Cindy and Candy squealed at each other about Candy's questionable driving skills while Pam ran inside. "Where the fuck you been?" Jashawn yelled. "At Miss Bobbi's," Pam squeaked out, truly frightened of the large man. "Who?" he asked. "Miss Bobbi; she's Momma's friend," Pam said and quaked. "Oh, oh yeah, that white bitch," Jashawn said and went back to scraping together the last of the met amphetamines into a line so he could snort it. Pam made a snap decision and got a large garbage bag from the kitchen and carried it to her bedroom. All of her schoolbooks were already in the bedraggled book bag so she quickly shoved all of her clothing into the garbage bag. Her shoes followed, then a few personal mementoes, the few that were too cheap for Jashawn to bother with. "Where the fuck you going now?" Jashawn asked as she lugged her books and garbage bag to the door. "Back to Miss Bobbi's," Pam said. "She said it's all right." ""What about me, huh?" he roared. "Huh? Suppose I say it ain't all right?" "Is it all right if I go to Miss Bobbi's?" she asked and held her breath. "Yeah, yeah, go on, get the fuck out of here," he finally said, forgetting why he was so mad at the stupid little bitch. Cindy held out her arms when the small girl came running out of the trailer, lugging a garbage bag and book bag. "Moving in?" Candy teased and put the car into reverse. "Yeah, can I please?" Pam begged. "I swear, I won't be no trouble, and I'll clean your whole house and everything, I just can't take living there no more." Pam burst into tears and Cindy cuddled the small girl. Candy sped the Toyota down the clamshell driveway in reverse and floored the accelerator the moment she put the car in forward. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 04 "Wonder where they're going," Elaine murmured as she pulled into the clamshell driveway. ---- "Gee, didn't mean to BORE you," Sam said in as nasty a tone as she could muster. "Sorry about that," Cathy mumbled. : Yeah, whatever," Sam spat and jammed her cigarette out in the overflowing ashtray. "What you going to do next week when they make this place non-smoking, huh?" Jamie wanted to know and blew out a stream of her cigarette smoke. "Lose my fucking mind," Sam laughed. "Thank God I only got two more weeks, huh?" "Locking up in five, people," the nurse on duty said as she popped opens the door. "One more, okay?" Sam begged and the nurse nodded her head in agreement. Cathy looked up at the night sky. It was too well lighted by the lights of Lafayette; she couldn't see any of the stars above. "Please God," she silently prayed. "I think I'm going out of my mind here. Please help me." ---- Cindy Jensen wanted to scream at Elaine as Elaine prattled on and on about nothing of any interest. But Elaine had gotten her out of the trailer, driven her out here, and bought their coffee. The least she could do was pretend to be interested. "SO how have you been?" Elaine finally asked. ---- Doug Jensen roused himself out of bed and dressed for work. He didn't bother to shower or shave; it was the third shift. He did plan on stopping at the Waffle House for a quick bite; he had a few hours to kill. The clientele there were normally men like himself and he saw no reason to get cleaned up for them. He'd started working at the factory three and a half years ago and had fully expected to be on the first or second shift by now, but hadn't been tapped for promotion, even when Steve retired from the second shift. "Fucking Ed," he groused as he climbed into his truck, cursing Ed Baggett for picking David Labbe to be supervisor of the second shift instead, A Tim McGraw song came on the radio and he turned it up. Chapter 37 Bobbi and Jake listened to Pam as the nineteen year old poured out her story. "What would Patsies do, if I was the one in this spot?" Bobbi asked herself. "What would I want her to do?" "What would God want us to do?" Jake asked himself. "Well, congratulations," He finally said and turned to face his wife. "It's a girl." "You mean it?" Pam asked. "Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much! I swear, I won't be no trouble or nothing!" She hugged onto him tightly and he patted her back and finally Pam let him go so he could breathe again. She then hugged Bobbi tightly for a long moment, and then released her. "Thank you!" she called out as she ran down the hall to Candy's bedroom. "Thank you so much, Baby," Bobbi said and felt the first tears begin to fall. "Like I'd be able to tell her 'No?'" Jake asked her and hugged her to him tightly. Pam flung the door of Candy's room open and jumped onto the bed. "They said I could stay!" she shrieked. "Good God," Jake said as he and Bobbi walked down the hall toward their own room. "We thought Candy and Cindy squealed a lot!" "Get ready, I think it's about to get a whole lot worse in here," Bobbi laughed and kissed her husband again. ---- Cindy Jensen actually felt a smile come to her lips as Elaine dropped her off at her trailer. It had been good to get out and do something, rather than sit around in the trailer and mope. Plus that, Elaine had bought them each an apple crumb cake at the coffee house and it felt good to have a full belly. She let herself in and smiled again; Dad was out and J.R. was passed out on the couch. Peace and quiet. She locked herself in the bathroom and filled the tub up. Of the few things in life that Cindy Jensen actually enjoyed, a hot bubble bath was at the very top of her list. ---- Teddy stroked his cock through his underwear as he and Elizabeth talked about all the things they'd like to do with each other. Matt, his older brother, stuck his head into the bedroom and Teddy quickly covered his erection up. "Hey Teddy boy," Matt said. "Pizza's on its way." "Okay, okay," Teddy called out. "What? You on the phone with your girlfriend?" Matt teased. "Yeah, all right?" Teddy groused. "She knows about your secret?" Matt said loudly. "Secret?" Elizabeth asked. "What secret?" "The secret is that my older brother Matt is a big fat homo and likes hanging around the ice cream shop and buying little boys big ice cream cones," Teddy said, prompting Matt to jump on him and begin tickling him. "No! No! Stop it!" Teddy squealed. "You hear that?" Matt said loudly. "You hear that? You hear him screaming like a little girl? That's the real secret; Teddy's a little girl" Elizabeth was still giggling when Teddy managed to catch his breath. "Yeah, that's Matt," he said. "He's twenty, so he thinks he's all hot shit, just 'cause he's in college." "Uh huh," Elizabeth smiled. She could hear it in his voice; he might be complaining and talking trash about Matt. But she could tell he loved his brother. She also remembered when Matt was at St. Thomas; he and Teddy often slapped high five when they passed one another in the hallways of the school. Teddy and Elizabeth made plans to go to the movies; he was thrilled that she agreed to go see the horror movie. "Pizza!" Jimmy called out as he passed Teddy's door. "Got to go, if I don't grab a piece when it gets here, I won't get any at all," he said and hung up. ---- "Good night," Marie called out as she passed Paul's door. "Good night," Paul called back, and then looked at the clock. "Damn, I didn't realize it was already nine thirty," he said and reached for his cell phone. "Hello?" Candy squealed into her phone. "Hey, it's me," Paul smiled. Again, he dated Cindy Jensen for nearly four years, but couldn't remember a time when she was that excited to hear from him. "Hey, hold on, hey guess what, wait, wait a minute before you guess," Candy said at machine gun speed. "What?" Paul laughed, unable to decipher any of the garbled message. He quietly closed his bedroom door and twisted the lock. "Okay," Candy said. "Got you on speaker phone!" "Why, Cindy there?" Paul smiled. "And me too!" Pam yelled and the three girls squealed and giggled. Paul lay back on his bed, his erection already pressing painfully against his tight jeans. He checked to make sure his towel was handy before unzipping his jeans and easing his cock out. He thought about Candy's hot mouth, or Cindy's hot mouth, or Pam's small hands caressing his manhood. "So what am I supposed to be guessing?" he asked and stroked himself slowly. He could, in his mind's eye, envision the three girls, lying on a bed, all three nudes. He had a pretty good idea what Candy's breasts and Cindy's breasts looked like, even though it had been dark in the back of the Cadillac. He knew what Pam's pussy looked like, and what her little butt looked like. Cindy's pubic hair would be red, like the hair on her head, and Cindy's would be blonde. "Oh, shit!" he groaned and his demon very quickly bubbled out and splattered onto his belly. "Yeah, Pam's to be living here, with me!" Candy was squealing into the phone, so the three girls had not heard his groaning ejaculation. He smiled and mopped himself clean. "That's great," he smiled. "That means I won't have to go all that far to pick y'all up." "Aw!" all three girls sighed, then giggled at each other's responses. They were sitting, cross-legged around the cell phone in the middle of Candy's bed. Candy could see both Cindy's sparsely covered slit, and Pam's densely covered slit. For her part, she was sure the pajama bottoms covered her own excited slit from their gaze. The pajama bottoms did cover her pussy, but the light blue material did not hide her wetness from either Cindy or Pam. The three girls squealed and laughed and yelled into the phone and sighed as Paul responded. "Girls, Mr. Jake has work tomorrow," Bobbi gently reminded them and they agreed to try to keep it down. "I've got work tomorrow too," Paul said and, despite their protests and groans, ended the phone conversation. Pam yawned widely, which started a chain reaction of yawns. "Fine, fine, let's go to bed," Candy ordered and the three girls knelt by the side of the bed to say their prayers. "Cut it out," Pam giggled as both Cindy and Candy nudged her with their wide hips. In response, they did it again and she giggled and quickly swiveled her hips and bumped one then the other. "Good night," Cindy said and crawled into bed first. "Good night," Pam agreed and clambered into bed and snuggled with her back to Cindy. Cindy wrapped her arms around Pam, and Candy smiled as she turned off the light. "Good night," she said and kissed Cindy on her lips. "Good night," Cindy said and lightly swiped Candy's lips with her tongue. "I love you so much," Candy whispered and returned Cindy's intimate kiss. She pulled back slightly and pressed her lips to Pam's. "Good night," she whispered. "Good night," Pam whispered back and put her hand behind Candy's head and pulled the blonde back for a soft, intimate kiss. "I love you." "Love you right back," Candy admitted and lay down. "Good night," Cindy whispered into Pam's ear. "Good night," Pam said and hugged Cindy's arms tightly. A moment later, Cindy couldn't help but giggle. Pam's buttocks, exposed as her tee shirt had ridden up slightly, pressed tightly into her belly. "It IS just like sleeping with a teddy bear," she laughed and Candy joined in the laughter. "See?" she giggled. "Told you." "Shut up!" Pam argued. "I'm not a teddy bear!" "No, no you're not," Cindy agreed and kissed Pam's neck. "You're a snuggle bunny." "That's better," Pam said and pushed her buttocks into Cindy's belly more firmly. "Good night," Cindy said and again kissed Pam's ear. "Good night," Pam said and twisted around in Cindy's grasp. She pressed her lips softly to Cindy's and held the kiss for a long moment. "I, um, I kind of like the way you, you um, you kiss," she whispered into Cindy's ear. "I really like the way you do too," Cindy admitted. "Yeah?" Pam breathed and pressed her lips to Cindy's again. "What's going on over there?" Candy whispered. "We're kissing," Pam said and rolled over to face Candy and again used her hand to bring Candy's head close to hers. "Hey, she's mine!" Cindy playfully complained, and tugged at Pam. "Nun uh!" Candy said and pulled Pam to her. "Uh huh!" Candy laughed and again pulled at Pam. "Mine!" Candy laughed and kissed Pam again. "Mine!" Cindy demanded and scooted closer to Pam and Candy. Candy giggled happily. Cindy's arm was resting squarely on her buttocks, and Pam's right hand was on the back of her head, and her left hand was directly on her right breast. ""I'm getting smushed," Pam playfully complained. She wondered if Cindy was aware that her left thigh was pressing up snugly against Pam's overheated pussy. She also wondered if Candy realized that Pam was touching her breast. "See?" Cindy said and playfully pushed Candy. "You're smushing her." "She said YOU were smushing her," Candy said a pushed Cindy back. "Nun uh," Cindy said and pinched Candy's buttock. ""I love you," Pam whispered and kissed Candy again. "And I love you," she said and rolled over and kissed Cindy intimately. She almost groaned in disappointment; she'd not realized that rolling over would break the delicious thigh to pussy contact. "Love you too," Cindy said and returned Pam's kiss. "Love you too, even though you're the one smushing her," Candy said and rubbed a hand on Cindy's wide hip. Candy bit down the squeal; Cindy's sleep shirt had ridden up and Candy's hand was directly on Cindy's exposed hip. She'd not meant to touch Cindy so intimately. She also knew that pulling her arm away would make Cindy laugh and she didn't want Cindy laughing at her. ---- Cathy wanted to scream; she'd been sleeping so well, then Tammy had to start crying. Finally, she couldn't ignore the crying any longer and sat up in the bed. "What?" she demanded. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Tammy sniffed. Chapter 38 "Going to miss you," Bob said for the hundredth time. "Going to miss you too, but it's a short work week, then I'll be back," Marie promised. "Got enough gas?" Bob asked. "Yeah, Paul filled it up from the tank out back," Marie said. "Be careful, call me when you get home," Bob said and finally they pulled apart. "See you later," Paul smiled and waved as Marie backed the truck out of the lot. Bob watched as the truck drove away, and kept watching until he couldn't see it any more. "Got all your homework done?" he asked as Paul dropped the creeper to the ground in front of the Firebird. "Uh huh," Paul said. "Really wasn't a whole bunch of it." "Good, good," Bob said and debated on whether or not to start on the 1959 Cadillac. His good mood dissipated quickly as the cursed automobile put up its usual fight against any efforts on his part. "Go on home," Bob finally said. "We haven't seen a single customer all day and we're both spinning our wheels here." ---- Pam watched as Miss Bobbi made quick work of repairing a tear in one of her St. Thomas blouses, then rolled her eyes at the safety pins that held her plaid skirt together. "Put this on; we'll size it up," Bobbi said and Pam took it out of her hands and turned to go to the bathroom. "What?" Bobbi laughed. "Honey, it's just you and me, just put the thing on, for Heaven's sake." Pam blushed a hundred shades of red, unzipped her jeans and wiggled out of them, her back to Miss Bobbi. For her part, Bobbi understood the reluctance when the child's naked buttocks came into view. The child didn't own any underwear. "See we're going to have to get you some panties next time we go to the store," Bobbi said gently. "Yes ma'am," Pam said and slid the skirt up and turned around again. "Put your hands on your head," Bobbi ordered and Pam did. "Okay, put your jeans back on," Bobbi said after she'd stuck a few pins into the material. "What are you going to do, Miss Bobbi?" Pam asked. "Going to hem these, then going to take in the waist a little, that's all," Bobbi smiled and started the sewing machine. "Can I watch?" Pam asked and watched as Bobbi rapidly hemmed the skirt to where it wasn't hanging down over her knees to nearly her mid-calf, then took the waistline in slightly. "Try this on now," Bobbi said and Pam turned around and wiggled out of her jeans again. "Oh, wow!" Pam laughed. "That's a lot better!" "Okay, you finished all your homework?" she asked and Pam nodded her head. "Yes ma'am, I got study period last class, so I just do it all then," Pam said. "Okay, good," Bobbi said and playfully swatted the girl's backside. "Get out of here so I can get dinner started. Mr. Jake said he's about to starve to death, and we can't have that, can we?" "He doesn't look all that hungry," Pam whispered loudly and Bobbi laughed. "Go tell him that," she said and got to her feet. "Thank you, Miss Bobbi," Pam said and hugged the woman tightly. "You're welcome, sweetie pie," Bobbi said. Pam carried her school clothes to Candy's room. She paused for a moment. Candy told her it was her room too. Pam carried her clothes to her and Candy's room and pushed the door open. Candy looked up from the Algebra text book and smiled. "Miss Bobbi hemmed up my skirt for me," Pam said as she hung the garments in the closet. "Yeah, my Mom's the best when it comes to stuff like that," Candy agreed. "You're so lucky to have a Mom like that," Pam said and pushed the closet door shut. "Uh huh," Candy agreed and tried to make sense out of the damned polynomials integer. Her cell phone rang and she flipped it open. "Hey, what you doing?" Paul asked. "Just laying here," Candy giggled. "Is that Paul?" Pam asked and flopped down on the bed next to Candy. "Hang on," Candy said and pushed the button to put Paul on speaker phone. "Hey, just laying here and thinking about y'all," Paul's voice came out, low and seductive. "Aw!" both Pam and Candy sighed and giggled at each other. Pam Cuddled up against Candy as they listened to Paul describe his day and then he asked about their day. "Didn't do nothing," Candy admitted. "Mom made us spends all day doing laundry. "Yeah, but I needed to," Pam said. "I didn't have no clean clothes or nothing." "You mean, you'd have had to go to school naked?" Paul teased. "No!" Pam squealed, and he chuckled into the phone. She had a really cute little butt, he remembered, and his hand got a little quicker on his cock. He wondered what Candy's butt looked like; she had wide hips, so her buttocks were probably full, with a bit of jiggle. Cindy's hips were pretty wide, too. Her face was slightly freckled; he wondered if her ass was freckled as well. "Damn it!" he grunted as he spurted heavily. Thankfully, both Pam and Candy were squealing about schoolwork so they missed his quick little climax. "Can't wait to see you again," he admitted. "I know!" Candy agreed. "Wish it was right now!" "Me too," he said and thought of either Pam or Candy cleaning his semen off of his belly. His cock did not wilt at all and he smiled. He meant to call Cindy as soon as he finished talking with Candy and Pam. Cindy Broussard would talk with him and sigh and giggle and squeal, and he would probably come all over himself again. He stopped stroking; he was damned close to coming again. "Love you," he said and heard both Candy and Pam sigh happily and then they were both telling him they loved him too. Cindy did squeal happily and he slowly masturbated as she excitedly told him all about her day. She sighed that she loved him and he grunted as his semen boiled over. He'd never whacked off while talking to Cindy Jensen; she didn't really talk. Her stock answer to "what'd you do today?" was "Nothing." Cindy traced the outline of her pussy while listening to Paul; his voice was low and seductive, almost hypnotizing to her. When he told her he loved her, she clenched her jaw tightly to stifle the groan of her orgasm. "I love you too," she managed to gasp out and he chuckled, knowing that she was masturbating as well. "See you tomorrow," he said and he was gone. Cindy brought her hand out of her panties, and after a moment of hesitation, brought her fingers to her face. First she smelled them. There was a strong musk smell, but not the 'fish' smell everyone always joked about. Then she brought her fingers to her lips and stuck her tongue out. "Damn it," she cursed herself. "Am I turning into a big old lezzie?" She thought back to last night. She and Candy and Pam had done a whole lot of kissing and wrestling around on Candy's bed. And she had really enjoyed it. Pam's kisses were so, so intimate. And Candy's kisses were always so sweet, so loving. And when Candy had touched her naked hip, Cindy almost wished Candy would have put her hand a little further onto her... "No!" Cindy chided herself. And Pam's little body was so cute and Pam herself was so cute, and she kissed so softly, it was almost as addictive as Paul's kisses. Cindy pulled her hand out of her panties and forced herself to get up and walk out of her room. Emily looked up and smiled. "Dinner's almost ready, go wash your hands," she said and Cindy smiled gratefully. ---- Cathy squirmed uncomfortably; why was Dr. Miller so hell-bent on riding her ass tonight? "Three children, three different fathers; think alcohol or drugs may have had anything to do with that?" Dr. Miller asked. "No!" Cathy denied, but couldn't come up with any other reason she'd fucked Taylor's father. He was an ex-con with no job when she'd met him. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 04 "And Child Protection Services had intervened how many times?" Dr. Miller went on. "They, um, sent this bitch out, to um, to see..." Cathy mumbled. "THIS bitch. They sent this bitch out. Tell me, Cathy, what makes her a bitch? Was it because she didn't think much of a drunken woman..." Dr. Miller said. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Leave me alone!" Cathy screamed and ran out of the room. "No, no, let her go," Dr. Miller told Sam, who was getting to her feet. ---- 'Elizabeth Lemoine,' Elizabeth scrawled into her notebook, just to see what that name would look like. She sighed happily. Teddy had come over and Bill had been out of the house. Elaine wasn't answering her cell phone (Cindy Jensen had told Elaine that Bill couldn't stand that; if Elaine really wanted him, she had to play 'hard to get.') She'd seen enough of Internet pornography to know that a blow job involved putting Teddy's cock in her mouth. Instinct told her she was supposed to go up and down, as if she were masturbating his cock with her mouth instead of her hand. "Oh!" he grunted and she felt his cock swell, then her mouth filled with a salty, gluey tasting fluid. Her eyes opened wide in surprise; he was jamming his tongue into her mouth, even though she'd just finished sucking his cock. She didn't know, just assumed that guys would be all squeamish about that. Then he'd returned the favor, slobbering up and down her slit until she grew slightly frustrated and pulled her pussy lips apart for his tongue. "Oh, yes!" she hissed when he hit her clitoris and he repeated that maneuver. Then he'd rolled her over onto her stomach. Her eyes opened wide in surprise and she clenched her jaw tightly to stifle her scream; he'd pried her buttocks apart and was delving his tongue deeply into her rectum. Her pussy rested against her pillow and she humped her pillow while he licked and fingered her anus. But he didn't have any condoms so they didn't go any further. ---- "Good, good," Bob said into the phone. "Glad you made it home safe and sound." "Miss you so much," Marie moaned into the phone. "Miss you too, Sweetheart," he said. "Can't wait until Friday," she said. "Me either," he said. Their one and a half hour conversation was just they telling each other that they missed each other and couldn't wait to see each other again. Chapter 39 "Does he touch your titties?" Pam whispered, and to demonstrate, touched Candy's breast with her fingertips. "Yeah," Candy sighed. "He licks them too." "Oh!" Pam sighed, just thinking about that. "And he's touched my, my, you know, my pussy," Candy admitted. "Oh, God, I bet that feels so good!" Pam sighed. "Yeah, it does," Candy, said. 'It also felt real good when Cindy touched it,' she thought to herself. Cindy had touched it when they were in the back seat of the large Cadillac, making out with Paul. "What else does he do?" Pam whispered, her soft breath caressing Candy's neck. The two girls were lying down in Candy's bed, Candy in her pajamas, and Pam in her 'Robichaux' tee shirt. "That's all we've done so far," Candy admitted. "Although..." She leaned very close to Pam's ear. "Cindy has touched his, his, um, his thingie," Candy whispered. "No!" Pam gasped. "Did she really?" "Uh huh," Candy said. :OH, my God!" Pam whispered excitedly. "I'd love to touch his cock!" "Yeah?" Candy teased. "Just touch it?" "No!" Pam whispered hotly. "I'd put it in my mouth too, then I'd put it in my, my, you know, in my..." She reached under the covers and gingerly touched Candy's hot, very wet pussy. "You're all wet!" she giggled. "So?" Candy defended and pushed Pam's hand away. "I'll bet you are too!" "Yeah, I am," Pam, agreed. "See?" She grabbed Candy's hand and pressed it against her hairy pussy. "God, I am so in love with him!" Pam hissed and humped against Candy's hand a few times. "I'm in love with you too," she whispered and gave Candy a soft lip to lip kiss. "I love you too," Candy whispered and softly returned Pam's kiss. Candy felt very funny; Pam's hand still touched her breast, and her other hand had returned to touching her pussy through the satiny material of her pajama bottoms. Her own hand still rested against Pam's pussy, which was very hot, and very wet. "Oh!" Pam shuddered and Candy felt her hand become drenched. "Did you just come?" she hissed hotly in Pam's ear. "Uh huh," Pam groaned, stiffened and shuddered again and Candy felt her hand become drenched again. Pam put her lips to Candy's lips, and then timidly slipped her tongue into Candy's mouth. Her hand rubbed vigorously at Candy's pussy and Candy moaned into Pam's mouth as her own pussy spasmed in orgasm. ---- Cindy licked her fingers clean and wondered what Candy would do if she actually put her mouth down on her. Would Candy push her away? Would Candy call her a big dyke? Would Candy stop loving her? She wondered what Pam would do if she kissed and sucked on her nice breasts, and put her mouth on her. Would she get all freaked out and call her a lezzie? She wondered if Paul would still love her, or would he think she was just a lesbian? She almost felt like crying; and if it got all over school that she was gay... She wasn't gay; she was too much in love with Paul to be gay. But she was so much in love with Candy. And also in love with Pam. ---- Elizabeth inserted the carrot into her rectum and thrust it in and out a few times. While it was pleasant enough, she didn't think she'd actually be able to achieve orgasm that way. She rolled back over onto the pillow and had to clench her jaw muscles as tightly as possible. The orgasm was quick and powerful, intensified by the carrot in her rectum. "Oh, Teddy!" she sighed, imagining it was his cock in her rectum, his fingers spreading her pussy open, his fingers tugging at her clitoris. ---- Elaine slept soundly. It had been so good to see Cindy and to patch it up with her. And it felt good to have the upper hand when it came to Bill. She was head over heels in love with the darkly handsome young man, but that was no reason to let him hold ALL of the cards. And her bratty little sister was learning, and learning fast that Elaine could and would be her biggest ally, her best friend. But if Elise crossed her, Elaine could also be her worst enemy. Elise sat in her room and fumed. Elaine had gotten her, and gotten her good. First, Elaine had snuck into her room and remade her bed, short-sheeting her. Then when Elise went to sleep, Elaine had dipped her hand into a bowl of warm water. Elise was so embarrassed to wake up and discover that she'd peed in her bed. "If you don't want me telling all your little friends you peed in your bed, "I'd cool it with the finger, hear?" Elaine had hoarsely whispered in her ear the next morning. She got to her feet and tiptoed across the hall to Elaine's room. Locked, of course, but Elise had expected that. The flimsy locks were designed for modesty, not protection. Elise popped the lock with the tip of a butter knife. "Can I help you?" Elaine asked loudly and Elise screamed. "Girls, girls, I do wish you'd stop it," their mother sleepily said and Elise shot a smirking Elaine a murderous look and returned to her own room. "Good night, bed wetter," Elaine said and Elise shot her another hateful glare. ----- "Oh boo fucking hoo," Tammy spat as Cathy complained bitterly about the treatment center and about Dr. Miller in particular. "Oh fuck you, cunt," Cathy spat out. "I don't see you doing shit in Group." "What you want me to do?" Tammy sneered. "Come hold your little hand? Tell you 'there there, it'll be all right, let mommy kiss it and make it all better?'" "Fuck you, bitch," Cathy screamed. " It is 'Lights Out,'" the nurse on duty sternly said and after a moment of silence, turned and left the room. "Who the fuck goes to bed at nine o'clock anyway?" Tammy groused and noisily turned over. "It's eleven, fucking genius," Cathy said bitterly. "But they turn the lights out at nine, fucking Einstein," Tammy shot back. "What the fuck ever," Cathy said and rolled over. She was going to talk with Ray about this when he came to visit her tomorrow, she decided. Maybe he could get her a room of her own, or get her moved into a room with one of the other patients that were getting ready to graduate. ---- Paul wondered how he'd be able to get the three girls alone for long enough to make love with them. He'd thought about taking the Woody out and throwing a couple of blankets on the floorboards. But that wasn't very romantic, and girls like Candy and Cindy Broussard liked romance, deserved romance. And Pam certainly deserved a little romance too. He could go on-line and reserve a room at the Hilton And Towers in Lafayette, or better yet, the Airport Ramada had a room with a big Jacuzzi tub in the middle of the room. He wasn't worried about the cost; he had a sizeable checking account and his own debit card. His dad had taken him down to the First Union Bank when his eighteenth birthday rolled around and together, with Mrs. Broussard's assistance; they'd transferred a few thousand from his savings account and opened his checking account. "And just fie months later, I'm dating Mrs. Broussard's daughter," Paul smiled. Living in a small town was great; everybody knew everybody and nobody was a stranger. He wondered if his dad was going to have Marie over on the weekend again. ---- Teddy made sure the door of his room was locked before he logged onto the Internet. He cursed his father for being so cheap; the telephone dialing and squealing as the telephone modem made connection. Cable was so much quicker, and was silent, and it didn't tie up the phone line. He found his favorite site and looked to see if there were any new pictures on his favorite subject; women fucking men with strap-on cocks. He sometimes wondered if he was gay, or maybe bisexual. He loved to insert things in his rectum when he jerked off, and he liked the taste of his own come. But he didn't particularly like looking at men fucking men, or men sucking men's cocks. And he was crazy about Elizabeth. She had sucked his cock, and he'd tasted himself on her tongue. He found his favorite picture, a curly headed brunette, very large strap-on jamming into the rectum of a man who was lying on his back. The man's face was twisted in a grimace of either pain or ecstasy, it was hard to tell. The woman's face, he could tell, was twisted into a sneer of contempt. He wondered if Elizabeth would twist her face into contempt if he ever asked her to fuck him up the ass. Damn, but her ass was so beautiful! And the taste of her spicy anus was nothing like he'd ever imagined. And she let him jam his finger in her butt. His come bubbled up and slithered down onto his hand and he caught his breath, and then licked his fingers clean. As always, as soon as the ecstasy wore off, he felt the waves of shame and self-loathing he always felt. Chapter 40 Candy smiled; Pam's butt was pressed into her belly. It really was like sleeping with a teddy bear. "A snuggle bunny," she corrected herself. There was at least three and a half feet between her and the wall; Pam could have slept anywhere on the full-sized bed, but she slept right up against Candy. Candy turned off the alarm and kissed Pam's ear, then neck, and lightly began to tickle the sleeping girl. "Stop it!" Pam giggled and twisted To get out of Candy's grasp. "Stop it, I'm going to pee myself!" "Wake up, sleepy head," Candy ordered. "Whew!" Pam complained and pinched her nose. "Go brush your teeth, skunk breath!" "Rise and shine, girls," Bobbi said from the door and Candy waved her arm to indicated that they'd heard her. "Yes ma'am," Pam said. Candy got out of bed and Pam got out right behind her. Candy staggered to the bathroom, Pam right behind her. "Pam, I got to pee," Candy complained. "Me too, hurry up," Pam said. Candy blushed, but dropped her pajama bottoms to the floor and peed noisily. She dabbed her sparse blonde tuft dry then got off the toilet. Pam hoisted her tee shirt up and flopped down on the commode and peed noisily, dabbed her own thicket of brown curls dry, then flushed the toilet. Both girls washed their hands, brushed their teeth, then left the bathroom. ---- Paul chided himself; he was sure he was going to die of dehydration. No sooner would he finish shooting a stream of his come down the shower drain, then another erotic thought of Candy, or Cindy, or Pam would pop up in his head and his cock would begin to rise again. "Never had that problem with Cindy," he thought, thinking of his former girlfriend, Cindy Jensen. "Damn it!" Bob complained when Paul joined him in the small kitchen. "Problem?" Paul asked. "Yeah, Marie got me all spoiled; I want breakfast and no one's here to fix it for me!" Bob complained. "She is a good cook, that's for sure," Paul commiserated. "Yeah, well, it's only going to be another couple of days," Bob said and dug out the box of cereal. ---- Marie wrote into her Journal (she hated calling it a 'diary') abut Bob, and his home, and his son Paul. In her mind's eye she could see herself living there permanently, see herself being Paul's step-mom. She could even see herself with a couple of babies and tears began to pour from her eyes. Those were the dreams of women that were far more beautiful than her. But Bob said she was beautiful and she believed him. 'I love him with all my heart,' she wrote in the margins and smiled at the silly schoolgirl sentiment. She closed the small book and hurried to get ready for work. ---- "Whoever get's there first get's the front seat!" Candy squealed and took off running for the Toyota. Cindy smiled as the two came racing out the house. "Candy!" Pam yelled. "Your shoelace is untied!" "Damn!" Candy protested and stopped and looked down at her saddle oxfords. They were both tied up securely. "Ha ha!" Pam crowed as she reached the Toyota first. "Ooh!" Candy squealed but couldn't help but laugh at herself. "Hi!" Pam excitedly said as she jumped into the front seat. "Hi!" Cindy said and she and Pam kissed quickly. Candy stuck her tongue out at Pam, but pushed the front seat forward and climbed into the back seat. Hey," she said to Cindy and leaned forward to kiss her best friend. "Hey," Cindy said and returned the kiss She revved the motor, and then drove away. She smiled when Pam squealed at a song on the radio, and turned it a little louder for the girl. She looked over and then quietly grabbed Pam's skirt hem and pulled it down to cover the girl's upper thigh. "Thanks," Pam said and smiled. "Miss Bobbi hemmed it up for me; it used to hang down to my shoes. "Well, if your' not going to wear undies, you better be careful about that," Cindy said. "Was my pussy showing?" Pam whispered and blushed. "No, but it was getting close," Cindy smiled. "Then how'd you know I didn't have on no panties?" Pam asked. "I could see when you was running," Cindy said. "Oh," Pam said. They pulled up in front of the school and looked around to see if Paul was there yet. He wasn't, so the trio entered the main hall of the school. Cindy and Candy walked to their home room, but Pam walked down to the principal's office. "Miss Ormond, can I make an appointment to see Brother Dominic?" she asked the school secretary, :OF course, Sweetie," the secretary smiled. "You're not in any trouble, are you?" Rosa Ormond was a notorious gossip; the more salacious the tale, the more she loved to spread it around St. Thomas and around Bender. "No ma'am, I just need to talk with him about school work," Pam said. "Okay, I'll page you when he's available," she smiled. Pam's heart did a little flip-flop when she left the principal's office and saw Paul Robichaux hustle into the warm hallway; the January wind was blowing hard outside. He saw her and smiled his dimpled smile at her. "God, I know Candy and Cindy are in love with him," she said to herself as she smiled back at him. "But I bet I love him more." The End of 'The Broussard Sisters 04.' The Broussard Sisters Ch. 05 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual act are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 41 Cindy, Candy, and Pam looked at one another and all three groaned. That dreaded 'time of the month' was here and all three were feeling the full effects; bloated, tired, irritable. Not even Paul's presence could snap them out of it as he blissfully ate his peanut butter and apple jelly sandwiches. All four of them watched as Andy Richards slapped a poster on the wall of the cafeteria then walked toward the opposite wall, poster and tape in hand. The scrawny red head snuck a look over at Cindy Jensen and blushed hotly, a bright red that hid his numerous freckles from view. He slapped a poster onto the other wall, stepped back to admire his handiwork, and then exited the cafeteria. "Chairman of the planning committee," Paul explained to the girls. "Yeah, he kept asking us to be on that," Cindy Broussard said. "Yeah," Candy Broussard chimed in. "I mean, I know we couldn't get dates to none of that stuff, but who wants to be on the planning committee if you ain't going to go?" "You got a date now," Paul said and all three looked at him, then looked at each other and squealed excitedly. "Really?" Pam asked. In answer, Paul dug out his wallet and showed the girls the four tickets he'd bought for the Sweetheart Dance. "God, do those pigs ever stop squealing?" Cindy Jensen snapped. "Really," Elaine giggled. Cindy Jensen looked over at the posters Andy 'The Geek' Richards had slapped onto the walls and felt a lurch in the pit of her stomach. The Sweetheart Dance was coming up in just two weeks, thirteen days, and she did not have a date. It was her own fault; she knew that. But knowing that and admitting that are two different things. She looked back at the squealing pigs and her former boyfriend and felt the anger boiling to the surface. "So is this the 'Freak' table?" Cindy Jensen hissed at Paul as she carried her tray to the stack. "No, but if you pull up a chair, it will be," Paul smiled and Cindy Jensen glared at the little midget, Pam, as the girl gasped at Paul's comment. "What the fuck's so funny, Dopey?" she snarled. "Hey, Cindy, how's your mom?" Cindy Broussard asked. She didn't know why, but any mention of the pretty, formerly popular girl's mother sent the arrogant bitch into a tizzy. "Fuck you, fat ass bitch," Cindy Jensen spat with all the venom she could muster. "That will be enough, Miss Jensen," Sister Angela said as she slapped a Detention slip on the table for Cindy Jensen. "I hope you rot in Hell," Cindy hissed at the smirking Cindy Broussard. "And you'll be there to hold the door open for me," Cindy Broussard laughed as Cindy Jensen stormed away. "What's her problem?" Pam asked. "You find out, let us know," Candy answered. ---- Teddy felt slightly nauseous; he knew the facts of life, knew the menstrual cycle was a part of all of that, but didn't really want to know all the intimate details. But Elizabeth, for whatever reason, felt compelled to tell him all about it. He knew he would not be putting his mouth anywhere near her pussy for a long time and wondered just how long it would take him to work up the courage to perform oral sex on her. If he ever did that again. Even her brother looked a little green around the gills as she talked about the cramps, and how heavy the flow was at the onset. Finally, Elaine spoke up. "Elizabeth! Enough! Hell, I have my own and I'm sick of hearing about yours!" Elaine said. Elizabeth looked actually surprised that anyone did not want to hear about it. "Oh, well, um, sorry!" she said. "Uh huh," Teddy said and went back to eating the bologna sandwich his mother made for him. ---- Cindy Jensen sat in the Library with the five other students that had earned themselves Detentions and seethed. The entire hour was spent in a silent rage, rather than spent on something constructive. Kay and Molly used the time to study and quiz each other in Spanish. Jimmy Aucoin read his Algebra textbook. Two students from the ninth grade; she didn't know their names, sat and played speed chess with each other. "Okay," Sister Andrea said. "Hour's up." Cindy walked outside, wondering how she was going to get home. True, the trailer park was only three miles away from the school; walking distance, but she didn't feel like walking. The February wind was cold, made all the colder by Louisiana's humidity. She let a rare smile crack her face as Elaine tapped her car horn. "Hey, you waited for me?" Cindy asked as she yanked the door of Elaine's 1993 Cutlass Supreme open. "Sure, why not?" Elaine smiled. "You'd do the same for me, right?" "Sure," Cindy quickly agreed, even though she realized she would not have waited on Elaine, or anyone else. Elaine giggled as her cell phone rang and looked at Cindy. "Bill's about to lose his mind," she laughed. "You were so right, don't answer it and he'll do whatever you tell him!" "Men are so stupid sometimes," Cindy sneered. "See you later," Elaine smiled as Cindy got out of her car and ran to her trailer. "Thanks again," Cindy called out. Sure enough, Bill Baggett sat in the driveway of her house. She smiled innocently, but made sure her jacket was open. Even in his anger, he could see that Elaine was not wearing a bra. Her dark nipples were just barely visible under the white blouse. "Really? Oh, I'm sorry," Elaine, said easily when he complained about her not answering her cell phone. "Must have had it on 'vibrate' or something." She squealed with delight when he showed her the two tickets he'd bought for the Sweetheart Dance. "Yeah, think you know anyone that'd want to go to that?" he asked casually. "With you?" Elaine laughed. "Gee, she'd have to be pretty desperate, but I'll ask around." She looked up at the house to make sure that Elise wasn't peeking out of the window at them and lifted the hem of her skirt to show Bill that her bra wasn't the only piece of undergarments she was missing. He smiled lecherously at her hairless pussy and reached out his hand to touch it. She laughed and stepped back from his car. She let the hem drop, turned around and, with a saucy little wiggle to her hips, walked to the front door of her house. She knew her mother would not be happy about the Sweetheart Dance; it would mean the added expense of a ball gown, new shoes, and hair and nails. Elise needed new braces and her mother had been scrimping and saving for that. She wondered if her father would consider kicking in a few bucks but as soon as the thought entered, she knew the answer. Her father wouldn't consider kicking in anything; he was too busy with his new wife and new son. "Tough shit, Squirt," Elaine thought as she let herself into the house. "But you'd hate wearing braces anyway." ---- Bobbi smiled as Cindy and Candy entered, chattering and squealing a mile a minute. She then noticed that Pam's voice was not in the midst of the squeals and shrieks and looked out of the kitchen. Sure enough, the girl was with the other two, but she wasn't squealing or talking. Cindy and Candy did not notice, though, all caught up in their excitement. She managed to ferret the information; the Sweetheart Dance was next Saturday and they were finally going. They'd stayed at home the previous three, pining and sighing that no one had invited them, that Paul Robichaux had not invited them. This year, Paul Robichaux had invited them. "He invited you too, right?" Bobbi asked Pam. "Yes ma'am," Pam said and hung her head. "What's wrong?" Bobbi asked. "Nothing," Pam mumbled. "Cindy, Candy, go get out of your school clothes," Bobbi ordered and pulled Pam into the kitchen. "Okay, what's wrong?" Bobbi asked again. "Miss Bobbi, I can't go to that dance," Pam started to cry. "I don't got nothing to wear and I can't afford, I seen them dresses at Ballard's and they cost way too much money." "Well, who said you had to get your dress from Ballard's?" Bobbi asked. "But where then?" Pam asked. "Goodwill never has nothing in my size anyway!" "I made my dress, when Mr. Jake and I went to the Sweetheart Dance, oh God, has it already been twenty years?" Bobbi said. "Oh, thank you Miss Bobbi!" Pam said. "Uh uh, don't be thanking me," Bobbi smiled. "I'm not making three dresses all by myself." "Three dresses?" Pam asked. "Yeah, Cindy and Candy aren't going to Ballard's either," Bobbi said and shooed Pam out of the kitchen. ---- "Looking for your boyfriend?" Tammy teased as they crowded into the ramshackle house on Twelfth Street for the Monday night speaker meeting. "Uh huh," Cathy admitted and smiled idly as Ray turned around and saw her. "Hey, like for you to meet Dick," Ray said and took her hand. "He's my sponsor." "Oh, Honey, you're too pretty to be an alcoholic," Dick said and Cathy shook her head and smirked at the old man. "She is, I assure you," Ray smiled. "Honey, I've spilt more than you've ever drank," Dick went on. "Well, maybe if you'd drank more and spilled less, you'd gotten here sooner," Ray shot back and the two men guffawed. "Want some coffee?" Ray asked and Cathy smiled as he fixed her a cup, just the way she liked it, too sweet. "All right, all right, let's have one of them there a and a meetings I keep hearing about," Dick gruffly said and the people began to quiet down. Ray and Cathy sat in the front of the room, close to the podium. Dick had someone read 'How It Works' out of the book, Alcoholics Anonymous, then had someone else read the Twelve Traditions. Dick read a few announcements and had a very nervous girl give out the chips, the plastic tokens used to mark periods of sobriety. Then Dick introduced the speaker for the evening and Cathy's mouth opened wide as Ray stood up and approached the podium. She listened as he described feeling like he was unloved and unlovable as a small boy. She listened as he described always feeling like he just didn't fit in, just didn't feel like he belonged. She sipped her coffee and realized it was ice cold. She'd been listening intently as he recounted his first drink, then his last night of drinking. She realized that she and Ray were a lot alike; both hungry for love, for acceptance. She'd turned to vodka and sex for it; he'd turned to whiskey and carrying a gun and hiding behind a badge. "Thank you, Nancy "That's MISTER Nancy to you, Buddy," Ray laughed. Chapter 42 Cindy Jensen sat in her room and went down the list of available boys in her class. She eliminated all of them; none met her exacting standards. "Guess you aren't going to the Sweetheart Dance," she told herself. Her cell phone rang; it was Elaine Simone. Grudgingly she picked up her phone and listened, with increasing animosity as Elaine prattled on and on about Bill Baggett inviting her to the Sweetheart Dance. ---- "Hey, Dad, Dad!" Paul called out as he got home from the car lot. It was becoming more and more frequent; Paul was left to run the car lot by himself. He didn't mind, really. There were always cars that needed to be worked on, there where the occasional customer that wandered onto the lot, and from time to time, Cindy, Candy, and Pam would come out to the lot to keep him company. They hadn't come tonight. All three were feeling the full brunt of 'that special time of the month,' and just didn't feel up to tramping around the dirty garage, or standing outside in the bitter wind of a cold February night. The light on the answering machine blinked and Paul listened to the message. His father had left a message, telling him that he'd gone down to Metairie to pack up Marie's house; it was her last week at the courthouse in Metairie and she'd be moving up to Bender. "You didn't even ask him if that was okay with him," Marie's voice cut in. Paul laughed as he heard his father remind Marie that it was his house and Paul didn't own the house. "But Bob, he's got rights to," Marie said. "Yeah, he's got the right to sit there and smile and act like he likes it," Bob said. "Don't worry, Marie," Paul said to the answering machine. "It's fine with me." He had the whole house to himself. It would have been perfect. He'd take Candy into his arms and kiss her. He tried to kiss her softly, but Somehow, his passion always spurred him on and their kisses were always so hungry. He'd squeeze her small tits, and pinch her nipples; she liked them pinched hard. He'd run his hands up and down her back, then feel her belly, and then dip his fingers under the waistband of that plaid skirt. He liked her satin panties. Her pubic hair would be a honey blonde, like the hair on her head, he imagined. He'd ease her skirt and her panties off and take a hold of her wide hips as he eased her onto the leather couch, and kneel in between her plump legs. He'd put his mouth on her pussy and taste the juices, then drive his tongue into her. Finally, he'd put his manhood at the mouth of her pussy while looking into her beautiful brown eyes. He'd kiss Cindy; he never understood why her kisses were always so hot, so passionate. He tried his damndest with her to maintain control of himself but never could. The moment their lips met he wanted more, he wanted it all. She'd sigh in that beautiful soft way as he'd unbutton her blouse, and eased both blouse and bra off of her pale, freckled shoulders. He'd kiss and suck those sweet little buds of hers, then ease her skirt and panties off. She'd try to sit on the leather couch, but Paul wanted her on her knees, like an animal. He imagined that her ample buttocks were lightly freckled like her face and neck and shoulders. He would lap at her anus, then delve lower and taste her pussy, which would have a light covering of red pubic hair. Then, he'd poise the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy and use her wide hips to pull her back onto him. Pam, he'd have to make love to her breasts, easily twice the size of Candy and Cindy's. He'd have to squeeze and fondle them, then he'd lay her on the carpeted floor of the living room and slurp at her hairy pussy, then he'd roll over onto his back and urge her to squat over him and take him into her. Their eyes would meet and he couldn't help but smile at the beautiful young woman. Yes, it would have been perfect. Paul had to run to the bathroom; his erection was nearly painful. ---- "Damn it, Bob!" Marie laughed. "You haven't packed a damned thing!" "That's not true," he argued and pointed to the three boxes in the living room. "Come on, the kitchen's going to be the hardest," she said and steered him to the kitchen. "Stop that," he demanded a moment later. "Stop what?" she asked as she continued to hand items down to him as he knelt on the floor, wrapping the things. "Waving your ass in my face," he said. "How'd I supposed to work with that distracting me?" "My ass is a distraction?" she teased and wiggled it some more. She'd heard about anal sex, even fantasized about it a few times. She had never fantasized about having it while bent over her kitchen table. Bob used shortening as lubricant and she couldn't help but burst into giggles, despite the slightly painful intrusion. "I'll never be able to make pie crust again without think about this!" she grunted out and he couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Oh, God!" she screamed. "Uh! Oh! Damn that hurts!" "Want me to stop?" he asked and she shook her head no. "No, no, just go slow," she gasped. ---- Candy was grateful that Pam gave her plenty of room in the double bed. Normally Pam slept scrunched up against Candy, but Candy felt somewhat discomforted right now and didn't want anything pressing against her, touching her anywhere at all. Pam felt the same way; she just didn't want anything or anyone touching her. "Good night," she whispered and softly kissed Candy. "Good night, I love you," Candy said, then turned out the light. Chapter 43 Cindy Jensen angrily dabbed her cover stick into the circles under her eyes. She'd not been getting much sleep these past few nights; upset about the social status she'd worked so hard to maintain being slowly but surely stripped from her. Rack her brains as she might, she really couldn't see any way of wresting it back. But it certainly wasn't fair. Even Elaine Simone, a girl that would have been a complete nobody, a nothing had Cindy Jensen not befriended her, was more popular than her. And the Broussard sisters, those two fat ass pimple faced pigs had one of the most desirable boys in St. Thomas. She actually smiled briefly; it had taken two girls to replace her. ---- Paul laughed at himself. He had just finished whacking off, sending a nice sized load of semen down the drain of the shower, but thinking of kneeling behind Cindy and sliding his cock into her hot, tight anus had his cock standing up proud. "I bet she'd let me," he mused aloud. "She's got the ass for it," he thought as he began to stroke himself a little faster; the hot water was beginning to run out. "Candy's got the ass for it too," he thought as he loosed another stream of his semen down the drain and shut off the water. ---- Bill Broussard and Jake Broussard didn't talk much on the way in to work. Every now and then, the radio announcer would say something and both would comment on it, but for the most part, they had a comfortable, easy silence. "That's why he'll never get any further than third shift supervisor," Jake commented as Doug Jensen's truck passed them going the other way. "Always the last one in and the first one out." "Yep," Bill agreed. "Heard David saying they might even bump him down to floor supervisor." "No kidding?" Jake asked. "Bet he quits the minute they make that deal." "Thought about going to third shift," Bill admitted. "It's fifty five cents an hour." "Forty hours a week," Jake mused aloud. "Bill, that's just twenty two more a week." "Eighty more a month," Bill corrected him and put his blinker on to turn left into the parking lot of the mattress factory. Bill playfully gave David Labbe the finger as David steered his 1972 Chevy Malibu into the parking spot he was hoping for. He found another parking spot and both men got out of the car. "Hey!" Bill called out as David easily picked him up. "Give me the finger, huh?" David said and put Bill over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Damn it, David!" Bill called out. "Put me down!" "Here," Jake laughed. "I'll get the door for you." Jake yanked the heavy glass door open and David strolled in, carrying the struggling, yelling Bill. "Here you go, Ricky," David said to Ricky, the mentally retarded boy the plant had hired to sweep up the foam rubber scraps. "No, no, damn it!" Bill protested as David dropped him into the pile of foam rubber scraps. "Don't worry, Broussard," David called out as he walked to his locker. "Next month, I'm going on third shift; you can have my parking spot." "Give me your hand," Jake laughed and pulled Bill up. "Butt hole," Bill muttered to Jake. ---- "Gee, you're in a good mood this morning," Jamie said as the eleven women ate their breakfast. "Yeah, don't know why," Cathy, admitted. "Bet it's because of a good night's sleep," Tammy said and spooned some more of the lumpy oatmeal into her mouth. "Probably," Cathy agreed. "Felt like I was sleeping in a fucking jet hangar," Tammy went on. "What?" Cathy asked. "Your snoring was horrible," Tammy said. "What?" Cathy protested. "I don't snore!" "Oh yes you do!" several of the patients and the nurse on duty answered her. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 05 ---- Bob cursed the traffic on I-10 as he maneuvered the box truck onto the deadlocked highway. Twenty minutes later, he hadn't moved more than a mile. The radio in the truck didn't work either, so he had no pleasantries to distract him from his intense dislike of the traffic in the greater New Orleans area. Finally, he broke free of the Williams Boulevard turn-off and the traffic opened slightly. ---- Paul sat behind Cindy and cursed himself; he'd snuck a glance at her plaid covered ass and his erection was immediate. Candy's smile wasn't helping either. It was almost as if her brown eyes were laughing at him and at his discomfort. She blushed hotly as he smiled his dimpled smile at her. Cindy looked at her blush, then looked behind her at the smiling Paul and likewise blushed hotly. Last night, they'd tried on the patterns for their ball gowns. Miss Bobbi was a genius; her choice in pattern camouflaged their wide hips and also distracted the attention away from their small bosoms. The light blue satin material, she realized, was the same color as Paul's beautiful eyes. Pam's gown was also a beautiful pattern in a striking red crushed velvet material. The cut had emphasized Pam's breasts so very nicely. Then all three girls had piled into the Toyota and drove off to Ballard's, heading for their lingerie department. "Oh, my God!" both Candy and Cindy had squealed when they found bras and thong panties made out of the same material as their gowns. The sets came with matching garter belts and Candy got on her cell phone and called her mother to find out what color stockings her mother thought would look best. Pam had found a red satin set, then made the mistake of looking at the price tag. She immediately put it back on the rack and just followed Candy and Cindy as they selected their nude colored stockings. Cindy thought of Paul undressing her thought of him seeing her in the pale blue bra and thong panties, the naughty, sexy garter belt and stockings. She thought of him undressing Candy and him seeing Candy in the same bra and panties and garters. She thought of him undressing Pam, and seeing her. She frowned; she didn't remember what color bra and panties Pam had bought. Chapter 43 Teddy scraped all of his money together and bought the tickets for the Sweetheart Dance. That was all his birthday money and Christmas money. The rest of his cash normally went into the gas tank of his clunker. Elizabeth squealed appropriately when he showed her the tickets and he was glad he'd scraped together his last bit of money for the tickets. Her smile was worth it. Bill Baggett looked at him darkly and Teddy wished for the hundredth time that he was a little bit bigger. Bill needed a good ass kicking and needed to be told to keep his nose out of Elizabeth's business. Next to Bill, Elaine sat and smiled sympathetically at Teddy. ---- Bob let out a huge breath of relief as he backed the truck to the house and killed the engine. It had taken him four hours to go one hundred and forty miles. "Must be love," he thought. "Damned sure wouldn't do all that for someone I liked." ---- Paul blushed brightly; every time he stepped out onto the court three excited squeals could be heard. Coach Brighton gave him a hard time about it, as did a couple of his teammates. He tried to shut them out of his mind and concentrate on the game. But Candy was sitting at an angle that flashed her white cotton crotch at him and his penis, having a mind of its own, began to swell. "You're girlfriend's cute," one of the boys from North side High School said. "Thanks," Paul said. "And she sucks my cock so sweet," he went on. "Yeah?" Paul said. "Almost as good as your Daddy does?" The referee pulled the two combatants apart and Paul took his two free throws. There were three squeals as the two balls easily swished through the net. The boy from North side sat and simmered on the bench. He also wondered why the three girls squealed at that guy; he wasn't the best player on St. Thomas' team. ---- "God damn," Tammy complained as the van navigated Johnston Street. "How many of these fucking meetings we got to go to?" "There's only three times you have to go to a meeting," Dr. Miller said. "Yeah?" Tammy asked. "When's that?" "When you want to, when you don't want to, and eight o'clock," Dr. Miller smiled. "Cute," Tammy muttered. "Real fucking cute." Cathy scoured the parking lot, looking for Ray's car. He'd said he was on duty that night, but she hoped he'd be able to make the meeting anyway. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. They'd made love one night, only one night, so it wasn't solely a physical thing. When she'd sat and listened to him sharing his story at that other meeting, she'd felt a spark of recognition, a connection. She looked forward to his calls, to his visits. She was in love. The van lurched to a stop and they stood up, prepared to get off the van. "I need to talk to you tonight," Cathy told Dr. Miller as they filed off the van. "It better not be about moving you to another room," Dr. Miller warned. "Then move me to another room," Tammy demanded. "Her scoring's driving me crazy." ---- "And hair, and nails," Cindy Broussard was telling Bill and Emily as she finished her dinner. "Wait, wait, wait," Bill said. "Shoes. And hair, and nails, and I just spent seventy four dollars on drawers?" "Bill, women's lingerie is not called 'drawers,'" Emily laughed. "Besides, Bobbi's making their dresses, so we're saving money right there." "Yeah, Dad," Cindy said. "That's at least four or five hundred bucks right there." "Four or five hundred?" Bill asked. "What? You're the queen of England all of a sudden?" "No, Dad," Cindy smugly said. "I'm your little princess." She had him there. ---- "No, we beat North side," Pam concurred and blushed at the smiles of Miss Bobbi and Mr. Jake. "And how many baskets did Paul score?" Jake asked Candy teasingly. "Eight," Candy squealed proudly. "But they only gave him one point for these two that he did. "'Cause those were free throws," Pam said. "See, this guy and he got into a fight, and the referee gave the fouls to Paul." "You're a basketball fan?" Mr. Jake smiled. "Yeah, what midget isn't?" Pam smiled. "Oh, we're going to need shoes," Candy said and shoveled another forkful into her mouth. "Got a better idea," Jake said. "I can get some paint to match; we'll just paint your feet." "Ha ha," Candy said. "You're just so funny." "You thought that was funny, huh?" Jake asked Pam and she giggled. "Oh!" Candy squealed. "And hair and nails! We're going to have to do our hair and nails too!" "Oh! I can shave your head for free," Jake squealed back. "Stop encouraging him," Candy said and kicked Pam under the table. Pam picked up her plate and followed Bobbi into the kitchen. "Miss Bobbi?" she asked. "Yes, Sweetie Pie?" Bobbi asked. "Miss Bobbi, I can't go to the dance," Pam said. "What?" Bobbi asked. "But why not? Your dress is just about done!" "But Miss Bobbi, I can't make you and Mr. Jake buy all that other stuff!" Pam said. "That's a lot of money." "Think you'll have fun?" Jake asked from the doorway of the kitchen. Pam shrugged her shoulders. "Think you'll have a good time with Paul and Candy and Cindy?" he went on. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded her head yes. "Then don't worry it's a lot of money," he said. "Sweetheart, you're only going to be a young woman for a little while more; enjoy it." "Thank you, Mr. Jake," Pam said, lip quivering. "It's all right," he said and left the kitchen before the women could see his moistening eyes. "Now that that's settled," Bobbi said and took her plate from her hand. "We still have to hem the three dresses." ---- Bill Baggett wormed a finger in and out of Elaine's wet slit, and then tried to introduce it to her tightly clenched anus. "No, Bill, stop that," Elaine protested and slapped at his hand. "I told you, I don't want it up the butt. That's just gross." "Fine, fine, whatever," Bill snapped and wiped his finger clean on his pants leg. "Tell you what," she snapped. "You want me sticking something up your butt? Huh?" The last time they'd fucked (she was beginning to realize it wasn't 'making love') he'd tried to stick his cock into her rectum. He seemed to take her refusal as a challenge instead of just accepting it as a refusal. "You're getting it up the ass, bitch," Bill thought to himself as he started the car. "Sooner or later, I'm getting me a piece of that ass." "You rented your tux yet?" Elaine asked him as she popped a breath mint into her mouth. "What?" Bill asked. "Aw shit! I got to rent a fucking tux for this stupid dance?" "Hey, butt head," Elaine spat. "You just got to rent a tux. I've got to buy my dress; they don't rent them, you know? Oh, and hair and nails and shoes, okay? So don't give me this 'I got to rent a tux' crap." By the time he pulled up in front of the Simone house, both had calmed down slightly and kissed for a few minutes before she got out and ran for her front door. "Mom's out," Elise announced when Elaine let herself in. "Oh?" Elaine asked. "Where?" "Casino, I think," Elise shrugged and continued to flip through the channels on the television. The television was on its last legs. Most of the channels were fuzzy, if they came in at all. Mom had a repairman come out but he took one look at the back of the set, stood up and shook his head no. It cost Carmen Simone eighty bucks for the repairman to tell her that parts were no longer available for a twenty four year old television. "Just like everything else your father gave me," Carmen had spat, unmindful of her two daughters' feelings. "Not worth a crap!" "He gave you us," Elise had said playfully. Carmen just stared at her youngest for a long moment, then stomped up the stairs. ---- Cindy Jensen giggled again. That total dork Andy Richards had asked her to the Sweetheart Dance. He'd come up to her in Study Hall and stood in front of her until she looked up from the book she was pretending to read. Blushing hotly, stammering like an idiot, he came out and asked her to be his date to the Sweetheart Dance. He just stared at him, not saying a word, until he finally turned around and walked off. Then she and Elaine looked at each other and burst into laughter. She hadn't seen Andy Richards for the rest of the day, even though she knew she had two more classes with the loser. She left her room to see if there would possibly be any food that wouldn't require a whole lot of prep time. "Damn it, getting sick of eggs," she thought as she scoured the pantry and the refrigerator. But all that she could find were a couple of eggs. The freezer was crammed full of venison, but that was all frozen, and pretty gross as far as she was concerned. Chapter 44 "So what do you think?" Dr. Miller asked. "I think its love," Cathy admitted. "I mean, I know I'm a lot happier when he's around and I'm, you know, I'm looking around for him when I go to meetings." "Just remember," Dr. Miller warned. You can't put your sobriety on him." "What's that mean?" Cathy asked, defensively. "I mean, you're all in love, and it's all wonderful and everything's great and suppose he decides 'hey, it's been fun, but see you,' are you going to get drunk over it?" Dr. Miller asked. "No!" Cathy snapped. "Sure?" Dr. Miller pressed. "No," Cathy repeated. "And why not?" Dr. Miller asked. "Do you have a sponsor? Do you have a network of friends you can call? Sober friends?" Cathy sat back and looked at Dr. Miller. She was beginning to see that there was a lot more to being sober than just not drinking. She slowly smiled and Dr. Miller returned the smile. "I guess I better get off my fat ass and get busy," Cathy finally said. "Yep, I guess you better," Dr. Miller, said and Cathy left the office. 'Patient 112459 came in to tell me she is in love. We discussed the impact being in love may have on her future sobriety and patient has agreed to start looking for a female sponsor. I will forward this to CPS case worker.' ---- Paul closed his eyes and imagined Candy's hot mouth sucking on the head of his cock. He imagined Pam's small hands kneading his heavy balls. Then Cindy's hot mouth was slurping at his cock head while Candy looked on. Then the two Broussard's kissed each other and pawed at each other's breasts while Pam slurped hungrily on his meat. "Son of a bitch!" he grunted as he shot his wad into the tissues. Once he could breathe again, he hit the speed dial number on his cell phone. "Hello?" Candy's excited voice came on. "Hey, been thinking about you," he said and smiled as she squealed and chattered on and on about her dress and the shoes she had her eye on and the best thing was it had a matching purse. "Well, it's not really a purse, it's a clutch, but it matches and everything," she prattled. "And I found me some shoes to wear," Pam was telling him and he lay down on his bed and listened to Pam go on and on about nothing in particular. "Love you," he told them both and hung up. The phone hadn't rung twice before Cindy Broussard picked it up and was excitedly telling him about the dress, about the shoes, did Paul think she'd look cute with a perm, or maybe slightly shorter hair, she'd been thinking about maybe parting it in the middle, instead of on the side. "Baby, no matter what you do, you'll still be beautiful," Paul finally told her when she ran out of steam. "You're just saying that," she accused. "No, no I'm not 'just saying that,'" he assured her. "No matter what you do, you'll still be beautiful." He was slowly stroking himself as he envisioned her reaching behind herself, spreading her ass cheeks wide for him. "Love you," he said, smiled as she enthusiastically pledged her love for him and hung up. Two more strokes and he were spurting into the wad of tissues again. ---- Elizabeth was grateful her period was almost over; she hated this time of the month. "And it'll be long gone by the time the Sweetheart Dance comes around," she thought as she rinsed her hair of the conditioner. She picked up the razor and made quick work of her underarms and legs and debated for the thousandth time whether or not to shave her pussy. Elaine shaved hers; Elizabeth decided to ask her about that. And Bill was pounding on the door, whining about needing to piss. Why did he always have to pee when she was in the shower? And why couldn't he just go downstairs and use the half bath under the stairwell? Chapter 45 Marie looked at Mickey Ross in amusement. They'd obviously picked the youngest Assistant DA to break the bad news to her; as soon as her internship was over, she was out. "Must suck being low man on the totem pole," she thought as she listened to him hem and haw and beat around the bush. She had already submitted her resume to the two law firms in Kimble (there were none in Bender) and the one law firm in DeGarde. She'd been afraid of opening the e-mail she'd gotten from the Law Offices of Pelechet and Richards; supposed it was a rejection? True, Lafayette was only forty miles away from Bender, but commuting back and forth every single day, that was four hundred miles a week. "So, we were hoping, when your internship is over," Mickey was finally getting to the point of this little 'meeting.' "That you'd consider staying on with us?" "Wait?" Marie asked. "What?" "We're well aware of the work you put into preparation and the hours you put in," Mickey droned on. "Attention to detail, it comes naturally for some, others have to learn it..." "You're asking me to stay on?" Marie asked. "Well, um, yes," Mickey said. "But, but," Marie stammered. "Half my stuff's already in Bender!" "Where?" Mickey asked. "I'm sorry, Mr. Ross," Marie smiled sincerely. "But since I didn't expect any offer of a permanent slot, I've already made plans to move to Bender." "Bender?" Mickey asked. "What the hell's in Bender? Where is it, anyway?" "The most wonderful man in the world," Marie smiled. "And its northwest of Baton Rouge, in case you're ever out that way." "Damn it!" Mickey said. "I told Charlie we should have made our position known two months ago!" "But I hope I can count on you for a good reference?" Marie asked. "If I tell you 'no,' will you stay?" Mickey asked and smiled. ---- Every time Andy walked by, Cindy Jensen burst into laughter, the thought that she would stoop so low as to go anywhere with him was beyond laughable; it was ludicrous. The Sweetheart Dance was the pinnacle of the few social events that St. Thomas Aquinas held each year; it even overshadowed the Homecoming Prom. If one were to attend it, one would only attend it with the right person. "So, you'd rather not even go?" Brian asked her, wiping the smug look off of her face. "Fuck you, wee head," she spat. "Of course, Janice's looking for a date," Kay laughed; targeting the girl that everyone was sure was a lesbian. "That's not even funny," Cindy hissed hatefully. "Yeah it is," Brian said. "And if you had any sense of humor, you'd know that." ---- Silk," Pam said. "I mean, real flowers are all nice and stuff, but they don't last very long. Silk, I can cheep it forever and ever, you know?" "Uh huh," Cindy and Candy agreed and Paul promised that he'd have silk corsages for them. ---- Teddy paled as he overheard Paul and the Broussard sisters and Pam talking. He'd not thought of flowers. He'd already bummed twenty bucks from his older brother Matt and another fifteen from Billy, his oldest brother. "Don't even think about it," Jimmy said when Teddy knocked on his bedroom door. Mentally, he ran through the list of things he could sell. His prized Gibson Les Paul guitar. It was the only thing he had of any real value. Everything else was either hand-me-downs or second hand. He'd saved every penny for nearly three years and his father had matched him, dollar for dollar and he finally had the seventeen hundred bucks the music store in Lafayette wanted for it. But it was a beautiful honey burst, just like the guitar that Jimmy Page played. He felt Elizabeth's hand on his thigh and looked over at her beautiful face. The guitar would have to go. He still had the old battered acoustic in the closet; a new set of strings and it was good as new. ---- "So, you're staying in Metairie?" Bob asked, groaning as he thought of reloading the box truck and driving all that way back to Metairie. "No, Bob!" Marie said. "I mean, I can drive..." Bob said. "Bob, you live in Bender," Marie reminded him. "Yeah, well, Hank's been after me for years to come work for him," Bob went on. "He's up the street in Kenner, so..." "Bob, I'm moving to Bender," Marie firmly said. "I've got an interview with Pelechet and Richards next Monday and another one with Prejean, Richards, and Welcome on Tuesday, is Richards a common name in Bender?" "Yeah, it is a pretty common name, but Honey Bunny, most people around here pronounce it REE Chards, not Richards," he said. 'My man was willing to give up everything and move to Metairie to be with me.' Marie wrote in her journal. 'My period's late; I hope it is what I think it is.' ---- "Hey you," Cathy smiled when Ray walked into the meeting room and walked over to her. "Hey you too," he said, returning her smile. "I need to talk to you; it's pretty important," she said and toyed with a button on his police uniform. "If we go sit outside will you get in trouble?" he asked her. "No, probably not," she said and sought out Dr. Miller's eyes for approval. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 05 I got a sponsor the other day; she's got fifteen years of sobriety," Cathy said as they sat on the stone bench in front of the small school house the meeting was geeing held in. "That's great!" he smiled. Actually he was quite relieved. He'd been afraid that Cathy was just going through the treatment center in order to get her children back. He had some very strong feelings for the pudgy young woman, but he wasn't about to jeopardize his sobriety by being in a relationship with a drunk. The news that she actually had a sponsor, one with substantial sobriety, was very encouraging to him. "Yeah, she's kind of hard-core, says everything's out of the Big Book with her," Cathy said. ""Good, good," Ray smiled and nodded in greeting to another police officer. "Um, what I wanted to talk with you about," Cathy started and stopped, then started again. "I talked with Dr. Miller and with my sponsor, and they both tell me I should be honest and up front with you and let you know what's going on with me." "Um, okay," Ray, said, nervously. "Ray, I realized something the other night; I was looking all over for you," Cathy said. "You said you were on duty and wouldn't be at the meeting, but I was still looking for you and I was looking for you because I'm in love with you." "That's it?" Ray asked. "That's what you had to tell me?" "Um, yeah," Cathy said, tears beginning to pool in her eyes. This was what Dr. Miller had meant; she couldn't pin her sobriety on Ray, on his approval, on his love. "Cathy, I already knew that," he said and took her hand in his. "And I hope you already know I'm in love with you too." Dr. Miller rolled her eyes playfully, but couldn't hide her smile as an elated Cathy bounced back into the meeting and took her seat. ---- "If I hear one more word about how much this is costing you," Emily Broussard warned Bill. "Damn, Honey, money doesn't grow on trees," Bill said. "Baby, I know that, and I know you were saving up for a bass boat, but this is Cindy's happiness we're talking about," she said and held him closely. "Come on, I'll make it up to you." "You're going to make up for a bass boat?" he said. "I can't wait to see this!" "You might have to call in sick tomorrow," she whispered in his ear as she cupped his balls in her hand. ---- "It's this real pretty peach color," Elizabeth told Teddy. She lowered her voice. "Shows off my boobs and all," she said and giggled as Teddy groaned into the phone. She lightly scratched at her pubic mound. There was still some stubble, but she'd pass the razor over it again tomorrow. Elaine, that goof ball, really didn't know the first thing about shaving her pussy, other than lather it up and drag a razor through. She'd actually slapped her forehead when Elizabeth had asked about putting baby oil or lotion on it to minimize the itching. Teddy strummed the guitar strings with his left hand as he listened to Elizabeth talking. He curled his fingers around the smooth neck and formed an E chord, then an E7 chord. He was going to miss this guitar, but as Matt was always telling him, he sucked at playing it. Chapter 46 "Son of a bitch!" Paul groaned as he and Bob struggled with the cast iron bed frame. "Yeah," Bob grunted in agreement. They'd managed to slide it out another few feet and Bob was feeling around with his feet for the padded piano dolly. "Nicky's supposed to be here helping," Bob grunted. "He said he's on his way," Marie said as she looked into the dark interior of the box truck. "But it looks like y'all got most of it done already." "We're here!" Candy shrieked and tried to climb into the box truck. "Hey Snow White," Bob teased. "Three of the dwarfs are here." "Not funny, Dad," Paul smiled. "They're not dwarfs, they're 'height challenged.'" "Honey, use the ramp before you hurt yourself," Bob demanded and Candy, Cindy, and Pam dutifully walked to the end of the ramp and climbed into the box truck. "Hey," Paul said and kissed Candy. "Hi," she smiled. "Hi," he said and kissed Cindy. "Hi Paul," she said and stepped aside. "Hi," he said and Pam stood on tiptoes for her kiss. "Okay, okay, now that we got all that out the way," Bob groused. "Yeah, what you want us to do?" Candy asked. "Girls, the hard stuff's inside," Marie called up and the three of them tramped back down the ramp and followed Marie into the house. "Where's this thing going?" Paul asked when they managed to get the heavy frame onto the dolly. Hard stuff's inside, my ass. "Spare bedroom," Paul grunted and slowly backed up to the ramp. "Damn it!" Paul thought as they entered the house. Cindy was bent over, digging around in a box. All that was visible was her plump ass and lightly freckled legs. Her cut-off shorts molded themselves across the ample expanse of her ass. Paul's cock began to swell at the thought of easing those shorts down, thrusting his cock into her tightly clenched anus. "Lovely view," Paul said and Cindy squealed in laughter. "Shut up," she giggled and tried to straighten up. She was trapped inside of the box. Paul groaned again; Pam was kneeling on the floor, unwrapping whatever Cindy had dug out of the box. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the front of the loose tee shirt. Paul recognized it as the tee shirt he'd given to her. She sensed his eyes on her and looked up and smiled. "Marie and Candy were busy dusting off the bookshelves. The cut-off shorts that Candy wore had worked themselves up, exposing the bottom of her buttocks. She looked over and smiled as she made a production of pulling the shorts out of the crack of her ass. She giggled as Paul groaned. "Love you," she mouthed and returned her attention to the shelves. "Need to take a break?" Bob smirked. "Shut up," Paul said. "Like you don't ever have that problem. ---- "Hey Matt," Teddy called out as his big brother walked past the open door of his bedroom. "What you want, butt face?" Matt asked. "Hey, listen, I'm selling my guitar," Teddy said. "Can I borrow about fifty bucks until it's sold?" "Selling your... Why are you selling your guitar? Teddy, you love that stupid piece of shit," Matte asked. "Man, shut up, it's not a stupid piece of shit," Teddy defended. "That doesn't answer my question," Matt said and jumped on top of Teddy and started tickling him. "Get off me, you big homo," Teddy yelled. "Matt, get off your brother," Mr. Lemoine ordered. "You heard him, you big ugly fag, get off me," Teddy said. "Teddy, why've you selling your guitar?" Matt asked again. "'Cause I want to get some flowers for Elizabeth, and a stupid corsage, and I don't got no money left," Teddy said. "I'll give you the money for the flowers," Matt said and reached for his wallet. "Got your tux yet?" "Tux?" Teddy asked. "Man, what's wrong with my blue suit?" "Teddy, this is a tux occasion," Matt said and stood up. "Get your keys, little girl." "What?" Teddy asked. "Why?? Where're we going?" "Get you a tuxedo, get your flowers, maybe get your skirts altered; you need some more miniskirts?" Matt said. "Damn it, Matt, I don't have any money," Teddy whined. "And you'll pay me back, dumb ass," Matt said. "Teddy, this is a HUGE deal, you got to go all out for this." ---- "Yeah, they're all down at Paul's, helping them move some stuff," Jake said. "Bet if we needed them to move a piece of paper, we'd get nothing but whining and crying." "Yeah," Bill agreed and sipped his coffee. That was one thing Emily had on Bobbi; Emily knew how to make a good cup of coffee. Bobbi's was always too weak. And God help them if Jake made it. You could use his coffee to paint the walls. "This Sweetheart Dance, it's a real big deal, huh?" Bill asked Jake. "Yeah, it's the biggest, even bigger than Homecoming," Jake agreed and thought back to their own Sweetheart Dance. >>> Barbara Breaux was, bar none, the most beautiful girl at St. Thomas, probably in all of Bender. Jake screwed up all of his courage and, with his buddies watching, walked the twenty miles across the noisy cafeteria. The beautiful blonde smiled up at him as he stopped at the table where she held court. Looking into her brown eyes, he tried, but nothing came out. "Hi Jake," she finally said and smiled widely. "Hey yourself, beautiful," he tried to say, but still nothing came out. "Why don't you sit down?" Barbara said and Patsy moved over a chair to give Jake some room. "You know the Sweetheart Dance is coming up?" Barbara said and squeezed Jake's hand tightly. "I'd love to go to that!" "Well, then maybe you and I should go to that," he finally found his voice. "Really? Jake, you really want to go? With me?" Barbara asked excitedly. "There's no one else I'd rather go with," he said honestly. "You got the tickets yet?" she asked and Jake admitted he did not, but would have them before the end of the day. She was making her own dress; had started making it shortly after New Year's Day in anticipation of being asked. Mike Lapointe probably assumed she'd be his date; she'd been his date for the Homecoming Prom and they went out on dates from time to time, but there was nothing serious between them. Not that Mike wouldn't have loved to be serious between Barbara's legs; he'd tried often enough and hard enough. Barbara had told him quite firmly she was waiting for 'Mr. Right' and Mike Lapointe was not Mr. Right. (Patsy Ham had felt terrible about trying to steal Mike away from Barbara, but he was so handsome, with his dark curly hair and blue eyes. Plus that, he didn't make fun of her for being a midget, treated her like she was completely normal. But the moment he'd pulled his pants back up, he didn't look at her twice.) Jake couldn't take his eyes off of the beauty that came down the stairs. Her mother and Patsy had helped with her hair and make-up. She was stunning; he couldn't believe she was going to be his date. "Stop gawking, boy," her father gruffly ordered. They danced a few times but Zack had been ordered by Brother Dominick to keep the numbers fast; no slow songs. Brother Dominick and Coach Jones kept circling the dance floor, making sure that no one got too close, too amorous. "Let's go," Barbara whispered to Jake. "Oh, okay," Jake said, disappointed. True, he couldn't dance worth a hoot, but he was enjoying being the envy of all the other guys there. Normally, they looked right past him; he was a nobody in their eyes. But he was there with Barbara Breaux and she looked absolutely breath taking tonight. "Didn't say we were going home," she whispered then giggled as his jaw dropped. "Let's go!" he agreed and they left. She directed him to The Basin; he'd heard about it, but had never been there, wasn't sure what was the right place to park and what was not. They kissed for a few minutes and she pulled back and smiled at him. "You've kissed a lot of girls, huh?" she playfully accused him. "No, you're the first," he admitted "Stop it, I am not!" she laughed and slapped his arm. "Barbara, I swear, you are," he admitted. "Really?" she asked and started kissing him again. "Really," he said when she pulled away from him again. "And I better be the last," she whispered in his ear, and then pulled him down on top of her. "They can't go," Jake ordered as he barged into the sewing room. "Jesus Christ, Jake!" Emily complained. "Give me a heart attack!" "What?" Bobbi asked. "The Sweetheart Dance," Jake said. "They can't go." "But why not?" Bobbi asked. "Baby, you remember ours?" Jake asked, tears beginning to fill his eyes. "Yes, Sweetheart, I do," Bobbi said and squeezed his hand firmly. "But Sweetheart, we can't hold on to them forever. Candy's eighteen now, and Pam's nineteen." ---- "I swear, Miss Marie," Pam said as she scraped her plate clean. "You're almost as good as Miss Bobbi." "Well thank you," Marie smiled. "Yeah, my Mom's the best," Candy agreed. "But you're a pretty good cook to." "Well, got to keep my man happy," Marie laughed and patted Bob's belly. "I can think of another way to keep my man happy," Pam thought as she looked across the table at Paul. When he smiled like that, when he looked at her, she just knew she was in love with him. She didn't miss his looks at Candy or at Cindy, and did feel a slight twinge of jealousy. She also hated herself for feeling that little bit of jealousy; there were there first. If anything, they should be mad at her, resent her intrusion. Instead, they welcomed her wholeheartedly. ---- Matt laughed, as Teddy stood, very uncomfortable, as the obviously gay man measured him for the tuxedo. "Next Friday?" Andy asked Matt. "No, this Friday," Matt corrected. "That's what I meant," Andy said. "Um, how much?" Teddy asked. "Nothing," Andy said and smiled. "Hey Matt, where you getting the flowers?" "Where you think?" Matt asked. "Go right across the street, tell them I sent you," Andy said. "Hey Teddy, be a dear and make sure you dry clean the tux before you bring it back, okay?" "Okay," Teddy agreed. "Yeah, I'll make sure he does," Matt agreed and the two brothers left the store. "He's a homo and a half, huh?" Teddy snickered when they reached the street and looked both ways. "The word is gay, Teddy," Matt said. "How you know him anyway?" Teddy asked as they walked rapidly across the street. "He's my friend," Matt said. "Really?" Teddy asked. "You friends with a fag?" "The word is' gay,'" Matt repeated. "Fag or faggot is kind of a dirty word, makes it sound like something to be ashamed of." Teddy's eyes opened wide, comprehension setting in. "Teddy, I've already told Mom and Dad," Matt said and looked at his baby brother. Andy watched through the window as his lover and his lover's younger brother talked. He smiled in relief as he saw the two brothers hug each other tightly. I don't care if you're a big old fag," Teddy declared. "You're still my favorite brother." "You're my favorite brother too, even if you do smell like a big old fart," Matt said and steered him toward the flower shop. "And your guitar playing sucks." ---- "If I hear one more word out of you," Carmen warned hoarsely. "You're not going at all." Elaine huffed. It wasn't her fault that the dress was five hundred and eighty nine dollars. The peach color had really emphasized her blonde hair and her light tan, as well as her brown eyes. Plus, the low cut front slowed off her boobs to their best advantage. "It's ten percent off if you apply for a Ballard's card," the sales girl offered. "Honey, it'd have to be a whole hell of a lot more than that," Carmen spat. "Hey, this one's pretty nice too," Elise, offered and Elaine looked at the pale yellow dress. It wasn't as perfect as the peach one, but it was nice. Carmen still did not like the three hundred and twenty nine dollar price tag, but grudgingly agreed to it. "Thanks, Squirt," Elaine said. "Don't call me that!" Elise squealed. Chapter 47 Marie interviewed with Pelechet and Richards and had an offer of associate before twenty minutes had elapsed. "Talked with Mickey," Donald Pelechet admitted. "He and I were at LSU together." "Mickey Ross?" Marie asked. "Uh huh, hadn't changed much," Donald smiled. "Still takes him five minutes just to say 'good morning.'" "That's Mickey," Marie agreed. "Anyway, he said we'd be nuts to pass you up; they were real disappointed to lose you," he went on. "And for Mickey to say ANYTHING nice about someone, they had to really impress him." Donald stood up. "Come on, let me show you your office." He turned and looked over his shoulder at her. "That is, if you take the job," he said hopefully. "I think we'd benefit from having us a big city lawyer here." Marie called Bob from the parking lot of Pelechet and Richards and gave him the good news. She was here to stay; she had a job, she had a home, and she had a man. "Not necessarily in that order," she laughed. "Honey Bunny, I don't care what order I fall in, just as long as I'm in there somewhere," he laughed. ---- "God, Pam, that looks so good on you!" Candy squealed as Pam stood in the fitting room at Ballard's. Pam fidgeted with the thong back of the panties; they were digging into the crack of her butt, even though she was trying them on over her own cotton bikini briefs. Cindy and Candy both giggled at her consternation. "But it's digging into my butt," she whispered hotly. "It's supposed to," Candy said. "I'm supposed to walk around all night with this thing digging in my butt?" Pam asked. "You get used to it," the sales girl smiled. "After a while, you forget it's even there." "No way," Pam declared, but, looking in the mirror, had to agree that it was pretty sexy on her. The strapless bra was bright red, matching the panties and the garter belt and the sales girl had found stockings in the petite section. The bra pushed her breasts together and squashed them upward, giving her some very nice cleavage indeed. She looked at the reflection from the side too and couldn't help but admire the profile it gave her. She was pretty sexy in this get-up. "She'll take it," Candy assured the sales girl. "Candy, it's a lot of money," Pam whispered again. "And what'd my Daddy tell you?" Candy said and dug around in her purse. "Huh? He said don't even look at the price tag." "Shoes, bra, panties, stockings," Cindy ticked off the items on her fingers. "And we're going to Miss Helena's on Saturday for hair and nails and we're all set!" "How much is Miss Helena's?" Pam asked. "I've never gotten out of there less than eighty bucks," the sales girl said as she put the receipt in front of Candy to sign. "Eighty bucks?" Pam said in shock. The hairstyle the sales girl wore didn't look like it was worth eighty bucks to Pam. She bit her tongue before she said anything though. "Eighty bucks?" Pam said again as they piled into the Toyota. "That is a bit steep," Cindy agreed. "But it's supposed to be so worth it," Candy assured them as she started the car. "Everybody buckle up." "You're driving, we have to," Pam said from the back seat and giggled as Candy stuck her tongue out at her. ---- Elizabeth couldn't resist; she pulled the dress out and looked at it again. The peach color was absolutely perfect and the cut of it was fantastic. Daddy had blown a gasket at the five hundred and eighty nine dollar price tag, but what was done was done. She wondered if her mom would be out of the treatment center in time to see her in the dress. If not, she'd have to make sure to get a couple of photographs of her and Teddy. "You're going to wear that dress out before you even get to put it on," Ed Baggett said teasingly from the doorway of her bedroom and she screamed in surprise. "Sorry, sugar booger," he said. "Didn't mean to scare you; door was open." "It's such a pretty dress," she said and hung it back in to the closet again. "Six hundred bucks, it better be," Bill said from behind their father. It really irked him that she was putting out all this effort on getting all dressed up for Teddy Lemoine. The scrawny little shit didn't deserve the beautiful Elizabeth. He smirked again. He'd seen Teddy's older brother and that fag at the tuxedo shop. He remembered Matt from when Matt went to St. Thomas. They didn't think he saw them, but when that queer that worked there went into the back, Bill had seen them kissing each other. He couldn't wait to pop that one out on Teddy; his big brother was a big homo. That ought to take him down a few notches in Elizabeth's eyes. "It your money?" Ed barked at his son. "Huh? Did she spend one dime of your money?" The Broussard Sisters Ch. 05 "Well, no, but..." Bill said. "Then don't worry about how much it cost me," Ed snapped forcefully. Bill was frustrated; why couldn't their dad see how Elizabeth was wasting her time on that loser? And if their dad could hear her on her phone with Teddy, talking like a total slut, then surely he'd be a lot less inclined to take Elizabeth's side of the argument all the time. ---- ----"You're graduating tomorrow," Dr. Miller sternly addressed Jamie Baggett. "And yet, you don't have a sponsor, you don't even have any phone numbers." "I live out in Bender," Jamie said defiantly. "There aren't any women alcoholics out there. There aren't even any fucking meetings out there!" "There are three meetings a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday, right down Highway 19, in Kimble," Dr. Miller said. "And if you go south on Highway 19, there are meetings every single day in DeGarde, so don't give me that shit you can't go to a meeting just 'cause you live in Bender." Cathy had a thought pop into her head and started to giggle. "Care to share with the ret of us?" Dr. Miller said. "I couldn't help but think," Cathy said. "I hope she doesn't have a bender when she's living in Bender!" "Kiss my fucking ass," Jamie spat angrily. "Again, Jamie, I don't give you a very favorable prognosis of success; you've not done much in here, and haven't laid any groundwork for out there," Dr. Miller said. "And you're God?" Jamie said sarcastically. "You know everything?" "No, I am not God, and I sincerely hope that I'm wrong, but I don't think so," Dr. Miler agreed. "Y'all can all just kiss my ass," Jamie said and stormed out of the meeting room. "Again, I don't give you much chance for success," Dr. Miller said and flipped her notes over. "And, Cathy, graduating in one week? How do you feel about that?" "Scared," " Cathy admitted. "I don't even know where I'm going. I'm sure Mr. Hayes' already evicted me." Jamie packed her suitcase and happily, gladly tossed the damned hospital gown into the toilet. This Lakewood CDU and their stupid rules could all just go to hell. Insisting that the patients all wear hospital gowns so that they'd all be alike, all on the same level, no one better than or less than. Well, she was a lot better than any of them. She had a husband that had a good paying job, a great paying job and four children that loved and adored her. And a lover, the father of her twins. Briefly she wondered what Ed would do if he ever found out that Joseph Marcoloni was actually Bill and Elizabeth's father. "Probably just sit there and cry like a big baby," she thought. The idea actually made her smirk. "Wonder if Joey missed me; never called or came by," Jamie wondered. ---- Paul started up the radial arm saw and carefully cut through the maple board. He measured the piece again and nodded in satisfaction. He cut the next piece and again measured the new piece. The router hollowed out the wood to a depth of one and one half inches. The stencil of the heart guided him as he carefully gouged the hardwood. After he'd finished the four bottom halves, he started on the four top halves. The belt sander readied all eight pieces for the coats of stain, stain that would give the wood a deep red tone. He loved working with his hands. Loved working on the classic automobiles he and his father sold. Loved making things out of wood and metal. The University of Louisiana at Monroe had an excellent school of construction projects management. He'd already been accepted and would start the fall semester of 2002. He wondered if Cindy Jensen ever looked at the wooden heart he'd made for her last year. Knowing her, probably not. It was probably jammed in the bottom drawer of her dresser, under all the clothes she no longer wore because they were two minutes out of fashion. His cell phone rang and he smiled, as it was Cindy Broussard's number that popped up. "Hey Cindy, what's up?" he asked. ---- The three girls sat on Cindy's bed and squealed and screamed into the cell phone. Homework done, dinner out of the way, three more days until the Sweetheart Dance, they were excited, on pins and needles. "Oh, that's right," he teased. "The Sweetheart Dance!" He faked a cough into the phone. "Hmm, I think I might be coming down with a cold or something," he said. "Might not be able to make it; y'all wouldn't be too disappointed, would y'all?" "You're going even if we have to drag your dead body there, Buddy Boy," Pam demanded, which set the three girls off into giggles at that idea. He slapped at his throbbing erection; just talking to his girlfriends had that effect on him. Glancing at his watch, he realized it was almost eight thirty; he still had a ton of homework to get to. But he also wanted to spend a few more minutes listening to their voices. ---- "My first client and it's a divorce," Marie complained. "He's going to have his wife served with the papers on Friday; she's in a treatment center for alcoholism." "Friday? This close to Valentine's Day?" Bob asked. "Kind of cold, huh?" "Yeah, well, she'd carried on an affair for twenty years," Marie said. "Also, she's been in treatment for her alcoholism, let's see, this is her sixth time." "Well, you know what they say," Bob smirked. "Third times a charm." "Yeah, but a divorce?" Marie complained again. "Why'd I have to get a divorce my very first case?" ---- It was a card, a simple card. He thought and thought and finally wrote out his feelings for her; she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen and he just couldn't believe that he was lucky enough to be with her. Teddy hoped it would be enough. He wanted to get her diamonds and pearls and all of that, but he was tapped out, Matt was tapped out, Billy was tapped out, Jimmy was tapped out. The card, and hopeful enough gas for his car to get them there and back. Chapter 48 Marie actually cried when she saw the wooden heart sitting on the table in front of her usual seat. The boys were so sweet; they gave her the seat at the head of the table. Inside of the wooden box, Bob had put a simple card and some hard candy. There was also a card from Paul, just a simple, sweet card. "For your desk at your new office," Paul said and she hugged him tightly. It wasn't until the door closed behind him that Marie wondered what Paul was doing up so early. ---- Bill Broussard brought the tray to his bedroom and put the tray on the bed next to his wife. "Coffee, juice, and scrambled eggs," he said and kissed her. "Happy Valentine's Day, Sweetheart." "You're the best," she smiled. "No, Baby," he said and kissed her again. "You are." ---- Jake carried the tray to the bedroom and set it noisily not the dresser; Beaux was lurking around for any chance to get at the tomato and cheese omelet. "Where'd you learn to cook that?" Bobbi laughed. "Been married to you for nineteen years," he smiled. "Bound to learn something sooner or later." "Well, hurry up and give it here," she demanded. "I've got to get up and fix the girls' breakfast." "Already taken care of that," he smiled. "They're getting cinnamon oatmeal." He leaned closer to her. "I put red food coloring in it for them, its Valentine's Day," he said. "Jake Broussard, I love you," she said. "Barbara Broussard, I love you too," he smiled. "Barbara?" she smiled. "You only call me that when you think you're getting some." "Hey, tomato and cheese omelet, toast, coffee, if you fixed all of that, YOU'D get some too," he smiled. "Baby, I'd get me some if I fixed you a bowl of cereal," she laughed. ---- Bill Broussard grudgingly smiled at Paul as he accepted the bag from the young man. "Happy Valentine's Day, Mr. Broussard," Paul said and returned to the Impala for the other two bags. "Damn it, boy," Bill thought as he closed the door. "I want to hate you but it's damned near impossible." He set the bag down on the table where Cindy would fix her bowl of cereal in just about thirty minutes. Jake Broussard sternly told Beaux to be quiet; Candy and Pam were still asleep as he marched down the hallway to the front door. "Hello Mr. Broussard," Paul smiled politely as he handed Jake the two bags. "Damned boy," Jake thought as he smiled wistfully. "I want so bad to just hate you." He set the bags on the table where Candy and Pam would be sitting in...he looked at the kitchen clock, in about twenty minutes. He'd better hurry up on the oatmeal if it was going to be ready in time. ---- Jamie sullenly fixed breakfast for Elizabeth and Bill. Ed had left early in the morning, long before she was even awake. There was no card, no flowers, and no strand of pearls. In the nearly thirty years they'd been together, dating, marriage, Ed had always remembered to get her a little token of his affection. She looked around; no one was around. She ducked into the large walk-in pantry and took a big gulp out of her bottle of gin. She coughed, gagged and nearly vomited, then looked at the bottle and sniffed it. 8 "That little mother fucker," she snarled. He'd poured out the gin and poured in straight lemon juice. He knew if she said anything about it, it would only mean that she'd drank it; how else would she have known it wasn't gin? He'd pay for that. She wasn't sure how, but she'd make him pay for it. Pay for tampering with her gin, and pay for forgetting all about Valentine's Day. True, she hadn't gotten him anything, but then again, she'd been in treatment; when was she supposed to go shopping? She hoped Joey would like the red boxer shorts. ---- "You only seal it if you're going to mail it," Matt told him as he prepared to lick the flap of the envelope. "Then what?" Teddy asked. "Just walk around with it flopping open like that?" "No, butt face," Matt said and showed him. "You just tuck it in." "Thanks," Teddy said and affectionately punched Matt. "You're welcome," Matt said and punched him back. Dick Davis sighed. His least favorite job in the whole world was serving petitions of divorce. If he was serving it to a man, they sometimes wanted to get physical. He would have to add injury to insult and take them down. Then, if the altercation had been serious enough, he'd have to arrest them. If it were a woman at the receiving end, sometimes they'd cry and scream and carry on. He hated leaving them, the emotional basket cases sobbing and weeping. Once, he had a woman try to claw his eyes out; as if it was his fault her husband was filing for divorce. He'd had to arrest her, kicking and screaming. The funniest thing about that whole incident, though, was the outcome. Her husband bailed her out, took her home, and they'd been together ever since. Another time, he had the woman drag him into her bedroom and fucked him damned near comatose. He screwed her in all three of her holes. When they were done, she calmly wiped her face clean of his come on one of her husband's pillows, then wiped her pussy clean on another, and used the comforter to wipe the sticky residue of their sex from her raw, dripping anus. "Thanks," she said, and shoved him out of the trailer. He'd seen Jamie Baggett around town, knew who she was, knew who her husband was. Even if she offered, though, he'd not be fucking her. She was attractive enough, but he did not like her attitude; as if her husband's job made her better than everyone else. "And you ain't nothing but a fucking drunk," Dick thought and again checked his equipment. ---- Cindy thought she'd faint when she saw the wooden heart. When she lifted the hinged lid, she found a simple card from Paul, telling her how beautiful she was in his eyes. There were also some earrings, not cheap costume jewelry, but nice gold hoops, and a solid gold crucifix and gold chain. There was also a good-sized handful of hard candy. He'd signed the card 'Love.' Bobbi could hear the squeals loud and clear; Candy and Pam were both shrieking about something. Smiling, she got out of the bed and picked up the remnants of her breakfast. She and Beaux had certainly enjoyed the omelet. The coffee, as usual, however, was way too strong. Two wooden hearts, two sets of earrings, two gold crucifixes and chains. There was also a good-sized amount of hard candy, which Beaux was sniffing around. And Paul had signed the cards 'Love.' "I love him so much," Pam confided to Candy. "Me too," Candy said and they squealed again. ---- Marie couldn't take her eyes off of the engagement ring. Donald Pelechet and Mark Richards both congratulated her; both also wondered about Bob Robichaux. They knew of the man and his classic automobile sales lot. He was a reasonably attractive man; what did he see in the horse faced Marie Soileau? ---- Bill slapped his forehead; it was Valentine's Day; that meant Elaine would expect something, a card or something. Elizabeth smiled happily as Teddy stood on her doorstep, card in hand. She pulled him inside and dragged him to the kitchen to meet her mother. Jamie was polite, as polite as she could be while desperate for a dink. After the introductions were made, Elizabeth dragged Teddy to the breakfast room while she read the card. "I really wish I could get you, you know, like something real nice or something," Teddy stammered. "Do you mean it?" Elizabeth asked as she held up the card. "What you wrote here?" "Well, yeah," Teddy said. "Then there's nothing you could ever buy me that I'd want more," Elizabeth said and kissed him. "Whew!" Teddy exclaimed. "You brush your teeth yet?" "Nope," she laughed and playfully breathed in his face. "But if you REALLY loved me, that wouldn't matter!" "Love is blind, Elizabeth," Teddy pinched his nose. "Don't say nothing about sense of smell." "Fine, whatever," Elizabeth laughed and pushed him toward the door. "Get out of here so I can get ready for school." Bill nearly knocked Teddy over as he raced for the door. He did not feel in necessary to apologize to the little loser. He had to hurry up and run to the drugstore before getting to school, to get Elaine a stupid card, maybe a box of chocolates. ---- Paul laughed when Pam gave him the stuffed bunny rabbit. The fur was a bright red. "Yeah, Beaux kept wanting to get it," Candy told him. "It's 'cause I'm a 'snuggles bunny,'" Pam whispered to Paul. "Ahem!" Sister Andrea cleared her throat, letting them know they were to get no closer, no physical contact between male and female students. "Yes, yes you are," he laughed and squeezed the bunny to his chest. "God, I love him so much," Cindy thought as she watched him treat the stupid stuffed animal with affection. "He's the best," Candy thought as he tucked the rabbit under his arm and headed to class. "You're going to walk around with that stupid thing all day?" Candy asked, laughing. "Shut up!" Pam said. "It's not stupid!" "Well, yeah," Paul said. "I wouldn't want Beaux to get it." "I love him," Pam thought as he walked down the hall, graciously accepting the jeers and taunts of his fellow classmates. "God, I love him so much." Elaine was appropriately gracious about the card and box of candy, but it was obvious to her that Bill had run out to get it at the last minute. When Elizabeth showed her the card that Teddy had gotten for her, Elaine was jealous. Yes, the card that Bill bought was twice the size of the little one that Teddy had gotten for Elizabeth, but the genuine love was overwhelmingly evident. "Aw, Paulie!" Bill taunted. "What a cute bunny wabbit!" "Hey thanks, Bill," Paul said. "Want to come pet my bunny?" Bill glared at the students that dared laugh at him. Chapter 49 Paul checked again; yes, the room at the Ramada Inn had been reserved and confirmed. He'd rented the room with the hot tub/whirlpool in the center of the room. He checked; yes, the limousine had been reserved and confirmed. He'd rented it for six hours. Limousines were a rare sight in Bender; the girls would feel like royalty, like queens for the evening. Hashim playfully refused to take his reservation for a table for four that evening. "Mr. Paul, even we packed to the rooftop, you and girls get table," he said. "Even I put you in the kitchen, you get seat." "Thanks, hashim," Paul said. ---- "I don't think it was worth all that money," Pam whispered again as they left Miss Helena's. "Shut up," Candy laughed. "You should see yourself! You look great!" "So do you," Cindy told Candy. "And you look so cute!" Candy told Cindy. "Yeah, I like what they did to your hair," Pam told her as they piled into the Toyota. ---- "Aw, yeah!" Matt enthused. "Aw, yeah! You the man! You the man!" "Shut up," Teddy said, embarrassed. "You do look good in a tux," Jimmy admitted. "Damned thing's tight," Teddy complained. "Yeah, I told Andy to pad the pants so it'd look like you actually have a penis or something," Matt teased. "Hey, fuck you!" Teddy yelled. "I got a weenie!" "Virgin!" Jimmy, Matt, and Billy all proclaimed. "Uh uh!" Teddy protested. "Uh huh," Billy said. "See, when you're a non-virgin, it's a cock. Virgin, weenie, non-virgin, cock. Got it?" "Don't forget the flowers," Matt called out. ---- Elizabeth wondered where her mother was. She'd been there for breakfast yesterday, then wasn't there when she'd gotten home. Dad was quiet about the whole thing, just shrugging his shoulders when Bill asked. She checked her reflection in the mirror again. Miss Helena's had done a fantastic job, as usual. Her hair and nails and make-up were all perfection personified. The nearly transparent bra and panties looked extremely sexy on her, as did the thigh high stockings. She smiled softly; the four-inch heels on her shoes would put her about two inches taller than Teddy. Checking her bedside clock, she decided she'd better hurry, whether her mom was there or not. ---- "You look nice," Carmen grumbled. "Wow," Elise chimed in. "You look really nice in that dress." "Uh huh, as much as that dress cost, you're wearing that dress for the rest of your life, you hear?" Carmen said. "Married, even buried." Even Bill had to admit, she looked very attractive in the dress. And she'd whispered to him over the phone that she was not wearing any panties underneath. They endured Carmen's insistence on taking nearly a whole roll of pictures on her cheap camera before finally leaving for dinner at Manny's. ---- Ed Baggett was very polite, almost warm to Teddy. He smiled softly as Teddy gawked at Elizabeth, his beautiful Elizabeth. No matter what the DNA tests might show, as far as he was concerned, Elizabeth was his little girl. They both smiled happily for the expensive camera; Ed didn't really know how to operate it. He prayed that the pictures came out; Elizabeth looked so beautiful in that peach colored dress and Teddy really looked like a fine young man in his tuxedo. ---- "Oh, stop it!" Bobbi hissed as Jake sobbed. "I can't help it," he said. "My little girl's all grown up!" Candy, Cindy, and Pam posed and modeled for the numerous photographs that Bill and Bobbi snapped. Beaux started barking as he heard a strange car pull up and Emily looked out the window. "Oh, my goodness!" she burst into laughter. "That boy's gone all out!" The driver opened the door and Paul stepped out, resplendent in startling white tuxedo. He carefully carried the three boxes from the Lafayette florist's as he walked to the door. "Oh, wow!" Paul said as the three beautiful girls in their ball gowns greeted him. They smiled and posed for more pictures and Bill Broussard gritted his teeth. The viewfinder of the camera showed him the adoring looks his daughter was giving the handsome young man. When Paul asked him to please print him some duplicates, Bill both loved the young man, and hated him. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 05 Wit squeals, Candy and Pam raced to their bedroom to get their swimsuits; Paul had told the Broussard's that they would most likely be going out to Brian's house immediately following the dance and Brian had a large hot tub. Cindy ran next door to get her swim suit, completely missing the fact that there was a large white limousine sitting in front of Candy's house. "Jake Broussard, if you don't stop crying," Bobbi hissed, close to tears herself. We're going in a limo?" Pam gasped as they stepped outside into the night air. -------- Bill Baggett kept looking at Elaine as they ate. She really did look beautiful tonight. There were a few other couples from St. Thomas at Manny's and he nodded in greeting to those that deserved greeting. He also noticed, even as attractive as some of the young ladies looked, they did not compare with Elaine tonight. ---- "Be about thirty minutes," Hashimsaid apologetically to Teddy and Elizabeth. Teddy was mortified; it had not occurred to him that Bombay's might be busy on Saturday night. "It's okay," Elizabeth whispered to him, but he was still embarrassed. "Ah, Mr. Paul, hello beautiful ladies!" Hashim greeted the quartet? "Hi Hashim," Cindy, Candy, and Pam squealed excitedly. "Got you large table right over here," Hashim pointed to the large table. They sat and Paul looked around at the very busy restaurant. There were no empty tables, and many of the couples and groups looked as if they weren't nearly ready to end their meals. He looked back at Teddy and Elizabeth, waiting. "Girls do you mind if Teddy and Elizabeth join us?" he asked. "I mean, I want y'all all to myself, but..." He couldn't help but laugh as they squealed and chattered. He got to his feet and walked over to Teddy and Elizabeth. "Hey, we'd love it if y'all would join us," he said. "I mean, I know y'all want to be alone and all, but..." "Want to?" Elizabeth asked, deferring to Teddy's choice. "Sure, thanks," Teddy said. "That'd be great." Hashim rolled his eyes at Paul. "When I die, I pray God let me come back as you, Mr. Paul," he said. ---- Bill grudgingly posed for the photographer and agreed to pay for four copies, one for himself and three for Elaine. "See, I want to send one to my dad, and one for my mom, and one for me," she explained, as if Bill cared why he was spending twelve dollars a copy. Janice handed them each a ballot slip so that they could vote for the king and queen of the Dance. "Don't vote yet, though," she advised. "Not everyone's here yet." "But I already know I'm going to vote for her," Bill told Janice and quickly penciled Elaine's name in the space for queen, and voted for himself as king. The music was thumping at an unbearable volume and they joined the few couples already on the dance floor. ---- Marie giggled uncontrollably. She and Bob were playing hide and seek, like a bunch of kids. They were both naked, though; Paul would be out of the house until the wee hours of the morning. She knew he had to be in here, she could sense him. She checked the closet and squealed as he pulled her into the dark recess, then shut the door. "Tag, you're it," she laughed and hugged him tightly. "How much?" Teddy asked Paul when Hashim brought Paul the check. "How 'bout I get this one?" Paul asked. He knew the Lemoines, knew that they didn't have a whole lot of money. It wasn't that the Robichauxs were rich, but they did better than most. He could easily afford the one hundred and fifty eight dollar meal. "Um, okay, thanks," Teddy, said. "How 'bout I get the tip?" "Damn, wish you'd said that before I already wrote it in," Paul said easily. "Bye, beautiful ladies!" Hashim called out. "Next time you leave him home, come see poor lonely Hashim, okay?" "Aw!" they sighed, each giving him a friendly hug before leaving the restaurant. "Aw, too cool!" Teddy said as he saw the limousine. The driver jumped to attention and opened the door for the quartet. "See you there," Paul called out as he climbed into the limousine behind Candy, Cindy, and Pam. "Can the driver see us?" Pam whispered as the door closed. "I don't think so," Paul said. "Why?" In answer, she jammed her tongue into his mouth and kissed him frantically. He felt Candy's, or Cindy's hands on his arm and chest as Pam's own small hands rubbed his chest through his tuxedo shirt. "Me next," Candy whispered in his ear and he reluctantly pulled away from Pam's hungry kiss. "I love you," Pam whispered as he sucked Candy's hot tongue into his mouth. "Mm Hmm," he murmured and she continued to rub his chest as he and Candy kissed hotly. Reluctantly, Pam got up and sat down on the rear-facing seat and Cindy slid over next to Paul. Candy relinquished his lips and looked over at Pam. She got up and sat down next to Pam and put her arm around the smaller girl's shoulders. "Got a kiss for me?" she whispered in Pam's ear and Pam smiled and kissed Candy's pouting lips. "By the way," Paul said when he and Cindy finally broke free. "I kind of lied to y'all." "What?" all three demanded. "We're not really going to Brian's party, unless y'all really want to go smoke a bunch of weed and get all drunk and stupid." "I brought my bikini for nothing?" Candy shrilled. "No, we're going somewhere else, that's all," Paul, laughed. Believe me, there's a hot tub there and everything. "Where?" Cindy whispered, and then shook her head no. "No, it doesn't matter where, anywhere is fine." ---- Elaine mused to herself; Bill was being unusually attentive, affectionate tonight. Maybe it was the expensive dress, maybe the extra attention to her make-up and hair; but she really liked the softer, gentler Bill. Then she saw his face darken; he was looking at the door. She looked over and saw Teddy and Elizabeth enter the gymnasium. Her mouth opened in shock; Elizabeth was wearing her dress, the dress that she'd wanted. Then she burst into giggles; if she'd bought that dress, she would have been outraged that she and Elizabeth were wearing the same dress. "I owe you one, Squirt," Elaine smiled. Teddy smiled widely as he looked around. He could see the admiring glances his date was getting. He casually put the claim ticket for the two photographs that Elizabeth had ordered from the photographer out front. At first he was embarrassed when she paid for them, but the photographer smiled and told him that it was rare for the male to pay; it was the females that wanted the silly pictures anyway. The photographer knew he'd hit pay dirt when one young man and three women came into the hallway and approached him. "I'd like one each of me with each one of them, then one with all three of them, then just all three of them without my ugly ass in there messing it all up, then give them whatever they want," Paul said and put his debit card down on the table. They weren't the prettiest girls he'd ever seen, but their happiness was quite evident. The young man was a very handsome young man, and his own happiness was quite evident in each of the pictures. Janice smiled as Paul and the three girls came toward her table and gave her the four tickets. She gave them their ballots and smiled as Paul quickly penciled in 'Candy Broussard, Cindy Broussard, Pam Ham' for queen and then put Teddy Lemoine for king. "I don't think you can vote for three girls," she laughed and laughed louder when all three of his girlfriends squealed out. "I think I better," he smiled and dropped the ballot into the box. Pam yanked on the sleeve of his tuxedo and he looked over at her. "Do you know how to dance?" she whispered urgently. "No, not really," he answered. "Why? Do you?" "No," she admitted. "Ain't stopping anyone else," he said and nodded toward the dance floor. She had to agree; most of he teenagers were just jumping around to the loud music. They smiled as Teddy and Elizabeth waved to them, on their way to the dance floor. Paul smiled down at her; Pam said she didn't know how to dance, but she was shaking it pretty good. Her smile lit up her face; her happiness and excitement was evident. The song ended and he herded her back to the table and took Cindy's hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. At nine thirty, the music came to an abrupt end. "All right, all right, if I could have everyone's attention," Brother Dominick boomed as he rapped his knuckles on the microphone. "Everyone, please, everyone." There were the usual lame jokes, usual comments about how nice everyone looked, how loud the music had gotten over the years. Then he finally got around to announcing the king and queen for their Sweetheart Dance. "King, well, no surprise, Paul Robichaux," Brother Dominick called out and three squeals drowned out the good-natured ribbing and jeers. "And now for your queen," Brother Dominick said and everyone held their breath. "Now, there were a lot of votes for this young lady or that one, but the one girl that got the most votes..." He was milking it for all it was worth. "But when all the votes were counted, it finally goes to...Elaine Simone!" he said and there were cheers all around. "They picked the right girl," Paul graciously told Elaine as they danced around for the sappy song. "Thank you," she smiled up at him. "And they picked the right guy for King." Bill Baggett glared hatefully at Paul Robichaux, and Teddy Lemoine, at anyone he felt deserved it. "You should have won," Teddy declared and Elizabeth squeezed his arm "Let's go," she whispered in his ear. "Brian's?" he asked and she shook her head no. ""I'll tell you where," she said and steered him toward the door. "Oh, get our pictures, okay?" The moment the song ended, Bill shoved Paul out of the way and started to dance with Elaine. "Yay, Paul," Candy, Cindy and Pam all squealed and he laughed as they admired the cheap plastic crown. "But I don't want to go yet," Elaine whined as Bill dragged her to the door. He'd looked around and noticed that Teddy and Elizabeth were gone. That could only mean one thing. He was going to head them off before they went out to the Basin; Teddy was not going to get his sister's virginity. "Y'all ready?" Paul asked them a few minutes later and with elated, yet suppressed squeals, they agreed. "Thank you, sir," the photographer said and Bill just grunted. "Thank you sir," the photographer said to Paul and he smiled his own thanks as he looked over the photographs. "God, y'all are just so beautiful," he said and they sighed, looked at each other, and burst out in elated squeals. No, they weren't the most beautiful girls the photographer had ever seen, but their happiness was quiet evident as they walked away, chattering, squealing, and laughing. Teddy was sure he'd not heard right. But she repeated it again. "Acadiana Motel, Highway 19," she said, blushing hotly. "Eli...really? You sure?" he stammered. "Yes I'm sure," she said. "I love you, you love me, I want us to make love, to be together." He nodded his head yes and pointed the car toward Kimble, Louisiana and the Acadiana Motel. He almost smiled; he was glint to come home tonight swinging a cock, not a weenie. Bill looked around at the Basin but there was no sign of Teddy's car. Elaine kept whining about the whole fucking thing, giving him a headache. "Yes sir," the driver said as Paul gave him the address to the Ramada Inn in Lafayette, Louisiana. He smiled and doffed his cap as Paul pressed the hundred-dollar bill into his hand and told him it would be the last stop of the night. Paul's Impala was already parked in the parking lot of the Ramada Inn. Chapter 50 Teddy took the room key and opened the door. Elizabeth entered the room, then he followed her and closed the door and made sure it locked behind them. "I love you so much," she whispered to him and kissed him hotly. "I love you too, God you're so beautiful," he said. "You got condoms, right?" she asked and he patted his jacket's inner pocket. Andy had made him blush and Matt laugh when he said "You got the essentials in the inside jacket pocket." He'd looked and there were three condoms and a single use size packet of KY Jelly. "Knock them dead, Killer," Andy said and slapped Teddy playfully on his rump. "Ooh, the clerk said there were movies in each room," Elizabeth said from the doorway of the bathroom. "Turn on the television." He found the remote control and turned on the television. At first he wasn't sure what they had; it was just all these limbs and jumbled bodies. "Oh my," Elizabeth said as she looked at the screen. The image showed one girl sucking on one cock, squatting over a second cock, while a third one pounded her anus. "I'll turn this off," Teddy said and reached for the remote control. "Uh uh," Elizabeth said and started making out with him, unhooking his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. ---- "Mother fucker!" Bill screamed, looking around at the few cars parked at Brian's house. Teddy's car was not there "Bill what's the big fucking deal?" Elaine asked. "So she fucks him, so what? We fuck all the time." "Because she deserves better than him," Bill roared. "She should be saving herself for me!" "Wait, what?" Elaine asked. "Your sister should...you want to fuck your own sister? Bill, that's fucking sick!" She didn't feel the first blow. She really didn't feel any of them, but did feel the warm stickiness begin to seep onto her dress, her pretty dress. ---- Paul unlocked the door and ushered the three nervous girls inside. They squealed as they spotted the three vases of flowers he'd put in the room earlier that day. He smiled as they picked and chose their own vase. The distraction was perfect; it gave him time to walk over to the tub and flip the switch for it. "I love you so much," Pam gushed as she hugged him tightly. "I love you too," he admitted and kissed her softly. Cindy felt Candy's arm go around her waist as they watched Pam and Paul kiss. She put her arm around Candy's wais, just enjoying the feeling of being close to the girl she loved, watching the man she loved. Pam pulled Paul over to the ridiculously large bed and gently pushed him down on it. Wordlessly, she got to her knees and began to pull his shoes off. She pulled his dress socks off as well. "Unhook me," Candy whispered in Cindy's ear and turned around, her back to Cindy. Cindy worked the zipper down Candy's back, then hugged the girl from behind. Candy gasped as she felt Cindy's lips touch her bare shoulder. Then Cindy's hands were cupping her small breasts and thumb and forefingers pinching down on her hard nipples. Cindy's teeth lightly bit down on the bare shoulder, and then kisses war planted on her back, shoulders, and neck. The pinching grew more insistent. Uh!" Candy grunted as she came quite hard. Cindy peeled the dress from Candy and draped it over a chair. She turned, blushing, and smiled at Candy, who was just now getting her breath back. "I love you," she admitted and Candy smiled. "Come here," Candy demanded and Cindy walked to her. Candy pulled Cindy into an embrace and slid her tongue into Cindy's moot. Cindy ran her fingernails up and down Candy's back, lightly scratching the smooth, soft skin. "Let's get you out of this," Candy murmured and uncapped Cindy's dress. Paul was in heaven. Pam's hot mouth sucked and slurped at his cock, just as he'd fantasized over and over. She knelt on the bed next to him, nude except for her garter belt and stockings and moaned as his fingers spread her hot wetness and stroked up and down the puffy pussy lips. Pam, I'm going to, Baby, I'm, oh shit!" Paul groaned as he looked over and watched Cindy and Candy making out and undressing each other. Pam gulped greedily as Paul filled her mouth with his sperm. Her small hand kneaded his heavy balls, her other hand jacked his cock firmly, milking him for all of his juice. "Your turn," he insisted and lay her on her back. She gasped as she felt his mouth glue itself to her pussy. She had been pretty close to orgasm as his fingers teased her pussy lips and clitoris, but when his tongue brushed her clitoris she screwed her eyes shut tightly and screamed as her juices pumped out of her and into his mouth. She let out a strangled cry as she felt a hot mouth tug and suck at her left nipple. Then another mouth started licking at her right nipple. And soft hands, loving hands touched her face, her shoulders, and her belly. "Aah!" she screamed and blacked out for a moment. Candy sighed. Paul was so handsome and his body so masculine, so sexy. Her eyes traveled down his muscular chest to his washboard abdomen to the large (She assumed it was large, it was the first one she'd ever seen and it looked pretty large to her) penis that stood proudly out of the thicket of light brown curls. And Cindy looked so beautiful, so sexy as she licked Paul's nipple, her small hand stroking softly at his large cock. Cindy must have sensed Candy's eyes on her because she looked over and smiled happily and waved Candy closer. "I want you," Cindy whispered and thrust her tongue into Candy's mouth. Candy reached over and unhooked Cindy's bra. She felt Pam's small hands unhook her own bra and felt a small orgasm as her pussy rubbed against the bedspread of the large bed. Then a larger orgasm racked her body as she felt Paul's large hand ease her thong panties down. His fingers teased her tightly clenched anus for a second before trailing further down and spreading her drooling pussy lips. She watched Cindy put Paul's cock into her mouth and snick her head down until all of the cock disappeared from sight. Their eyes met and she knew she loved Cindy Broussard with all of her heart. Then she felt Pam's hands rolling her over and she pulled Pam to her for a deep, loving kiss. ---- Elizabeth grunted and thrashed in orgasm; the moment she'd revealed her hairless pussy to Teddy's gaze, we'd been a mad man, sucking and slurping at her heavy pussy lips until he found her throbbing clitoris. "Enough, enough, too much!" she gasped and pushed his sucking mouth away from her pussy. She pulled him up the bed and they kissed frantically. She cooed as he toyed with her breasts. On the television a girl was screaming about how much she loved it up the ass. Elizabeth reached down and stroked Teddy's cock and he groaned as he came all over his belly. "Aw, you made a mess!" she laughed, then bent he head and began to lick the semen from his belly. She stroked his cock while she cleaned him up; he had not lost his erection. Finally, she'd cleaned his belly of his semen, and then she bent to take his penis into her mouth. This was rewarded with more of his semen. "Hold it in your mouth," Teddy croaked and she looked at him, quizzical. He jammed his tongue into her mouth and sucked his own semen from her tongue. For some reason, this turned her on so much she felt an orgasm well up in her. She came as she rubbed her hairless pussy against his thigh as they kissed. Bill sighed with satisfaction; there was Teddy's car, parked in the Acadiana Motel's parking lot. He screeched to a halt, blocking Teddy's car in just in case he and Elizabeth tried to make a run for it. He started off on the ground floor, banging on doors, yelling for Elizabeth. Elaine looked around, not an easy thing to do. Her left eye was completely swollen shut and her right eye was not far behind. She could see the bright fluorescent lights of the motel office. She willed her broken fingers (They'd been broken when she put her hands up in a futile attempt to protect her face) to pull the door handle of the car and sobbed in relief as the door popped open. Her thumb made her gasp as she tried to get her seat belt undone and she reached over with her right thumb and managed to get the belt off. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 06 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual acts are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 51 Paul smiled as he walked back to the car after dropping off the room key. Through the rear window, he could see that Cindy and Candy were sound asleep. He couldn't see Pam, but was sure that she too was sound asleep. When he opened the car door, he saw Pam, curled up in Candy's lap, and yes, she was sound asleep. "Hmm?" Cindy stirred slightly, then leaned against him. "I love you so much," she murmured and was asleep again before he could respond. Paul braked to let an ambulance scream past them. The ambulance slowed only slightly before turning into the wide driveway of University Medical Center. Paul shuddered slightly. He remembered, fifteen years ago, riding in an ambulance. His mother wanted him to hold her hand as they raced to the same University Medical Center. He misted up slightly as he looked at the brown brick building. Behind him, someone tapped a car horn and he snapped out of his reverie and pushed down on the accelerator. ---- "Caucasian female, name unknown, no ID, approximate age, eighteen years, severe trauma to head, chest, upper extremities, blood pressure unstable," the paramedic said as the two nurses ran outside to begin pulling the gurney toward the Emergency Triage area. "Pupil constricted, non-responsive in right eye," the senior nurse said as she flashed the small light in Elaine's eye. "Left eye, oh Jesus Christ!" The left eye socket was vacant; Bill's class ring had torn the cornea open. Repeated blows to that area of her face had ruptured the eyeball, and then caused it to burst. "Honey stay with us," the nurse urged as Elaine again submerged into blackness. "Help me," Elaine begged silently. ---- Ed Baggett smiled wearily as his son stomped into the house. "Hey Bill, had a good time?" Ed asked. "No," Bill said darkly. The fact that his sister, his beautiful sister was in a seedy motel, fucking that scrawny little puke, Teddy Lemoine, was eating his guts alive. "No?" Ed asked in surprise. "No, Elaine was a total bitch all night, whining about stupid shit and Elizabeth and that little ass wipe, what's his name were all over each other, practically doing it right there in front of everybody," Bill said. Ed pursed his lips; he did not like for his children to use profanity. "Since I did not receive a phone call from Brother Dominick regarding Elizabeth's behavior," he said. "I sincerely doubt that Elizabeth and Teddy were acting out of line." "Yeah, whatever," Bill said and took his jacket off. "What the... What happened to your sleeve?" Ed asked, noticing that the sleeves, almost down to Bill's elbows, were dark red. "What?" Bill asked, looking at his sleeves. "Beats the shit out of me." He did remember hitting Elaine, giving her a much needed and much deserved attitude adjustment. He did not think that this might be the source of the blood. "Son, that looks like blood," Ed said, standing and looking closer at the sleeves. "Where the hell did that come from?" Bill asked, also looking at the sleeves. "You didn't hit Elizabeth's boyfriend, did you?" Ed asked sharply. No, but he should have. Just thinking about that little bastard entering Elizabeth's pussy, thrusting in and out of her hot, sweet, tight pussy made his blood boil. It also made his cock swell, thinking of her pussy, with it's dark curls and her sweet breasts, almost as big as Elaine's, and her sweet tight ass. Her lips, so pouting and kissable; Bill thought of her lips sliding over his cock; he just knew she'd be a much better cocksucker than Elaine. And Elaine was a top-notch cocksucker. Right now, Teddy was probably pumping a load down Elizabeth's throat. Then he'd slap her, make her cry, then slap her again for crying and push her onto her back. Teddy wouldn't use a condom; he didn't care if Elizabeth got knocked up with his bastard. As soon as Elizabeth's belly began to swell, Teddy would beat her for being stupid enough to get her pregnant, and then he'd dump her. Bill's erection was painful as he thought of Elizabeth's belly all swollen, her tits filling with milk. He dangled the tuxedo jacket in front of himself. "That's going to have to be dry-cleaned," Ed said. Uh huh," Bill said and went upstairs to his room. ---- "Love you so much," Elizabeth repeated as Teddy drove toward Bender. "Love you too," he assured her. "I guess you think I'm a total slut, huh?" she teased and poked him in the ribs with her finger. "No, not a 'Total' slut," he smiled and laughed as she gasped and slapped him. "No, Baby, I don't think you're a slut," he assured her. "Wonder what that ambulance was doing there," Elizabeth mused aloud. "Don't know; that maid wasn't much help, huh?" Teddy said. "Do you still love me?" Elizabeth asked, suddenly concerned. "Yes, Baby, I still love you," he assured her. "You better," she warned. ---- "Scan shows severe subdural hematoma," the doctor in residency said. "Any idea that she is?" "No, and she's not responding," the nurse said. "Well, by the time we get permission, she'll be dead," he said. "Prep her." "Yes sir," she said, making sure to note that it was Dr. Charles Lapointe that had made the decision, should there be any legal repercussions later on. Elaine would have been mortified as her blonde hair was shaved and more so as her skull was opened with a saw. Using irrigation and suction, Dr. Charles Lapointe removed the life-threatening blood clots, then crossed his fingers and hoped for the swelling to go down. "Such a pretty girl," he said. "Honey, I hope you'll be all right." The nurse looked at him oddly. Elaine did not look very pretty; the left side of her face was a mixture of swelling and indentures. Both eyes were blackened, her nose severely smashed. "I see what WAS, not what IS," he told the nurse, sighed, them pulled his mask off. "Call me if there's any increase in swelling, or if she comes to," Dr. Lapointe said and hastened off to answer a Code Blue page. ---- Cindy stood on tiptoes and kissed Paul good night. She let herself into the house and clutched the vase of flowers to her small chest. "Oh, what lovely flowers," Emily Broussard said and Cindy shrieked in surprise, then laughed. "He's the best," Cindy said and Emily smiled. "Look, look," Cindy squealed and showed her mother the photographs of her and Paul, and her and Candy and Pam, and her and Paul and Candy and Pam. "Quiet," her mother hissed, but smiled. "Your father's asleep." "No, I'm not," Bill Broussard said. "You know I can't sleep unless you're in bed." "Look, look," Cindy demanded. Bill looked at the three photographs, shook his head sadly; his little girl was a young woman. "No, those are for y'all," Cindy said. "I got my own." "God, you're so beautiful," Bill said, kissed his daughter good night, then stumbled off to bed. "You are growing more and more beautiful every day," Emily concurred, kissed her daughter good night, and followed her husband to their bedroom. Alone in her bedroom, Cindy slipped out of the gown and draped it over the chair of her desk. She unhooked her strapless bra and let it fall to the floor. Shoes, garter belt and stockings also fell to the floor. She began to slide her thong panties down but turned and looked at herself in the mirror that hung on her closet door. She had to admit, she looked sexy. Paul had certainly thought so. Candy had thought so, and Pam did too. Her pussy began to moisten at the thought of the four of them on that large bed. She'd sucked Paul's dick, and he'd put her on her knees and put his dick in her pussy from behind. She'd tasted Candy's pussy, licked and sucked at Candy's pussy. And she'd licked and sucked at Pam's pussy too. And sucked on Candy's nipples as well as Pam's nipples. She'd been afraid that Candy and Pam would be repulsed, even call her a lesbian. But the three of them had all kissed good night and told one another that they loved each other. And Paul had kissed her good night, and told her that he loved her, and that she was beautiful. She turned off the light and fell into bed. She slipped her fingers inside of the waistband of her panties and began to rub her pussy lips, separating them, looking for her clitoris. ----- Pam looked again at the pictures. Paul had bought her pictures of them together. Paul had bought her pictures of him and her, and of her and Candy and Cindy, and of him with her and Candy and Cindy. But the one of just her and him, he'd bought her three copies. "One for your mom and one for Miss Bobbi and Mr. Jake,, and one for you," he said to her. She looked again at the picture of her and Candy and Cindy, her two best friends. Her lovers. The door opened and Pam looked over her shoulder. Candy smiled and closed the door. She walked over to the bed and knelt down to say her prayers. Pam turned off the desk lamp and joined Candy by the side of the bed. "I love you," Candy whispered. In answer, Pam leaned against Candy. ---- Carmen Simone jerked awake and looked at the grandfather clock. Five twenty three in the morning. Just who did that girl think she was? "Young lady, I will kill you," Carmen vowed. Chapter 52 Cindy Jensen's lip curled up in anger. Who in the hell would be calling her at seven o'clock in the morning on a Sunday? "What?" she hissed into the phone. "Cindy?" the harsh voice snapped. "This is Carmen Simone, Elaine's mother." Carmen's lip tightened in distaste. She did not like the haughty girl, thought Cindy Jensen was a bitch and thought her daughter had extremely poor judgment in friends. "No, how would I know where she is?" Cindy answered, a little more civilly. "Well, she hasn't come home yet, and I'm getting worried," Carmen said. Cindy looked up Bill Baggett's phone number and gave it to Carmen. ---- Ed answered the phone after checking the caller ID box; his wife had been calling nearly non-stop, screaming, drunken rampages and pleas for forgiveness and promises of newfound love, depending on how drunk she was. He did not recognize the phone number. "Hello?" he answered. "Mr. Baggett?" Carmen asked, growing more frantic as each moment passed. "Yes?" he answered. "Mr. Baggett, this is Carmen Simone, Elaine's mother. Your son and my daughter went to the Sweetheart Dance last night," Carmen explained. "Yes, yes, such a lovely girl," he said. Bill groaned. Someone was pounding on his door, demanding that he open the door right now. "Where the hell is Elaine?" Ed yelled when he opened the door. "Shit, how the fuck should I know?" bill mumbled and scratched his balls. Bill was startled wide-awake when Ed backhanded him across his profane lips. "Elaine never made it home last night; her mother is worried sick," Ed snarled. "I'm going to ask you one more time, where is Elaine?" "I don't know!" Bill protested. "Well, what time did you bring her home?" Ed demanded. "I didn't," Bill said. "I stopped at the motel to see where Elizabeth was..." He would have smirked as Ed's face lost all color, but Ed was quick to recover. "And when I got back to the car, she was gone, so I left," Bill finished. "What motel?" Ed asked. ---- Carlos gave the caller what information he knew; some girl was in an automobile accident and staggered into the office, and they'd called an ambulance for her. "UMC, the one in Lafayette," Carlos told the man. "Thank you," Ed said and hung up. He put on his robe and padded outside and looked at his son's car. The smudges of blood were visible on the passenger window. He walked back inside and called the police. ---- "Still no change," the nurse said as Charles stuck his head in. "Come on, sweetheart," he muttered. The monitor showed a slight rise in her blood pressure, but it dipped down again. "Might have an epidural hematoma," Dr. Moore house suggested as he looked at the chart. "No sign of arterial damage," Dr. Lapointe mused. "CAT Scan and MRI don't show any?" Dr. Moorehead asked. "It may have developed post-op," Dr. Lapointe acquiesced. "Clear it with Accounting," Dr. Moore house said. "She'll die before those jackasses will give permission," Dr. Lapointe grimaced. "Okay, I told you I was going to submit it, you told me you were going to submit it, we forgot," Dr. Moore house smiled. "Good one, think it'll work?" Dr. Lapointe asked. "No, but it'll keep us from being suspended," Dr. Moore house smiled. "Swelling's going down, blood pressure's stabilizing," the nurse happily told Charles as he came into the ward. "Oh, thank you, sweetheart," he said and squeezed Elaine's hand. The blood pressure monitor shot up and Dr. Lapointe looked again at the girl's fingers. "God damn!" he yelled. "The girl's got broken fingers and no one noticed?" "Doctor, we were more concerned if she was going to live or not," the senior nurse tersely replied. "You're right, I apologize," he said and asked the senior nurse to have x-rays done. "Why you so quick to do what Dr. Lapointe want done?" Eddie asked Yolanda Garcia. "'Cause when he's wrong, he admits it," she snapped. "Why you so quick to worry about what I do?" ---- "Wake up, get dressed," Ed snapped. "God damn, come on, Dad," Bill grumbled. "The police are on their way," Ed screamed into Bill's ear. "You killed Elaine, you son of a bitch!" ---- "On a Sunday?" Bob Robichaux grumbled as Marie quickly got into a pants suit. "Hey, wish my clients would kill their girlfriends Monday through Friday," she joked tightly. She paused and looked at the photographs on the table. Her step-son (she already thought of him as her step-son) and his three girlfriends beamed up at her. She shook her head slowly. According to Ed Baggett, her client, there was another eighteen year old, lying on a cold slab in the morgue in Lafayette. "Objection," she said aloud. "Facts not in evidence." ---- Carmen numbly waited until eight o'clock, then woke Elise up. "Come on," she said flatly. "We're going to get your sister." "What?" Elise complained. "Why? Where is the big butt hole?" "Hospital," Carmen said, still unable to comprehend it herself. Elise scrambled into jeans and sweatshirt and followed Carmen out to the car. "What happened? Was she in an accident?" Elise asked, upset but intrigued. "I don't know," Carmen said. "Ed thinks she might be dead. Carmen drove the forty miles on autopilot, numb to all external stimuli, including Elise's anguished sobs. ---- Paul stretched and groaned, then looked at the bedside clock. Nine thirteen. He had time to grab a shower, shave, then go to eleven o'clock Mass. His erection was standing up proud as he thought of the girls and thought of what he'd like to do with them after Mass. ----He'd love to go down on them again. The three of them each had their own unique tastes and smells and he liked it. He'd like to have Candy suck his cock; Pam and Cindy had done that, but she had not. He'd like to have Pam squat over his erection; they'd run out of time before he had a chance to make love to her. "Hey sport, just you and me for church this morning; Marie's down at the station," Bob muttered as Paul staggered down the hall to the bathroom. "Why, what'd she do?" Paul teased. "Nothing, smart ass," Bob smiled and sipped his coffee. "Client of hers." ---- Candy lightly kissed Pam's ear, then began tickling the smaller girl. "Stop it," Pam giggled. "Come on, time to get up; church today," Candy said. "Whew, go brush your teeth!" Pam complained. In answer Candy exhaled noisily and both she and Pam giggled. Bobbi smiled as they bounded into the kitchen, ready for breakfast. "I love my photographs," she said. "Thank you." "Nun uh," Pam argued. "Thank Paul; he's the one bought them." "Okay, I will," Bobbi smiled. "How you like your eggs?" "Scrambled," Pam decided. "Ooh, that's easy," Bobbi smiled. "Um, poached, in a light hollandaise sauce," Candy said, affecting a haughty tone. "Um, you're getting scrambled," Bobbi said and Candy stuck her tongue out at her mother. "Hey!" Candy squealed as Bobbi popped her on her rear with the plastic spatula. "What?" Pam giggled. "What'd she do?" "She hit me!" Candy complained, rubbing her rear. "Stick your tongue out at me again, see what happens," Bobbi playfully warned. "Mmm," Jake said, sticking his tongue out at his wife. "Careful, buddy," Bobbi threatened, holding up the spatula. "I'm not afraid to use this." Jake laughed and sat down at the table. Looking at the photographs, his eyes began to water again. "Baby, you're growing up to be such a beautiful young woman," he told Candy and blew his nose. "Don't you start that again," Bobbi demanded as she put his plate in front of him. ---- Cindy Broussard pulled her robe on over her nude body and staggered into the bathroom. The water woke her up and woke her up to the fact that she had to pee. She prepared to shut of the taps and get out when she shrugged her shoulders, spread her legs apart, and peed standing up. "Cindy, you nasty girl," she giggled as she strained to get the last few drops out. "Boys do it all the time," she justified, then finished showering and got out. Chapter 53 Bill Baggett was both embarrassed and enraged that the two police officers handcuffed him, right in front of Elizabeth. They read him his rights, as if he were a common criminal, then led him out to their squad car and made him get in the back. Two other police officers were taking pictures of his car. "A lawyer will meet you down at the station," his dad said. "Keep your mouth shut, do what she tells you to do, you hear?" "But I didn't do nothing!" Bill protested. "Do you hear me?" Ed screamed. "Keep your mouth shut! Do what she tells you to do! Do you understand?" "Yeah, yeah, all right," Bill whined. And Elizabeth stood there in her robe, looking so beautiful, so perfect, so worried. ---- Carmen filled out the paperwork while Yolanda paged Dr. Charles Lapointe. The news that her daughter was still alive slowly seeped in and she finally allowed herself tears. "Hi, I'm Dr. Lapointe," the young man smiled tiredly. "Well, I'm glad to finally have a name for her. Here's what I do know..." Carmen listened without comprehending what the very young looking man was telling her. His long blonde hair and mustache and goatee were a distraction; he looked more like a thug than a doctor. His two earrings in his left earlobe didn't help her perception of him either. Finally, Yolanda guided them to the room. "This is a joke, right?" Elise said as she looked at Elaine. "This has got to be a joke. That's not Elaine." Her voice grew hysterical. "That's not my sister! My sister's beautiful!" she screamed. "My sister doesn't look like that!" "Be quiet!" Carmen demanded. "But Mom," Elise sobbed. "That's not Elaine! That's not her! She doesn't look like that! Where's her hair?" ---- Teddy strutted into the kitchen and smirked at Matt, Jimmy, Billy and his dad. "Uh huh," Billy laughed and clapped his hands. "Who's the man? Huh? Who's the man?" :That's right, bitch," Teddy said "She's a beautiful young lady," his father said, picking up the photograph of Elizabeth and Teddy. "Yeah, she is," Teddy said, losing all swagger and bravado. "She really, really is. "Yeah," Billy agreed, looking at the picture. "Too bad you're in the picture, screwing it all up." "Shut up," Teddy snapped, forcing Billy, Matt, and Jimmy to laugh at him. "Aw, don't worry," Matt said. "Next time, maybe you can wear the dress, okay?" The Broussard Sisters Ch. 06 "Shut up, weenie," Teddy demanded. "Boys, boys, May I remind y'all that y'all are getting ready to go to church?" their father said and looked again at the photograph. ---- Cindy looked around the church for Elaine, or for Bill Baggett. She didn't see them, nor did she see Ed Baggett or Carmen and Elise Simone. It wasn't that Cindy was concerned for Elaine's well being; she just wanted some juicy gossip, some salacious tidbit. She wanted to hear that Elaine was grounded from now until Armageddon, or better yet, that Carmen had caught her and Bill having sex in the back seat of Bill's car. Her mood darkened slightly; Candy and Cindy Broussard and that shrill midget, Pam came into the church. She scowled at them but they ignored her and found an empty pew to sit in. Their parents followed shortly aft ward and joined the three on the pew. Every now and then one or the other, or the third would glance over their shoulder at the doors, obviously looking for Paul. Cindy Jensen remembered when she and Paul would sit together at Mass. Wherever they sat, Cindy and Candy Broussard would sneak looks at him, look with envy at her. ---- "Fine, fine, use your mother's car," Ed tiredly said. "Since when is it so damned important to you?" "Dad," Elizabeth giggled. "Church is ALWAYS important!" "Teddy Lemoine?" Ed asked and Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders. "Have fun at the Acadiana Motel last night?" Ed asked and almost began to cry as his daughter, his sweet, innocent daughter looked up, fear in her eyes. "Yes sir," she whispered, knowing that lying would do no good. "Why, Baby?" Ed asked and did begin to cry. "Why, Elizabeth? Why'd you do it?" "Daddy, I love him," Elizabeth said, also beginning to cry. "But there's so much... You don't have to... Oh God, I hope you used protection, I told your mother we needed to get you on the pill, oh Baby Girl," Ed sobbed. "I'm sorry Daddy," she said and hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry." ---- Marie looked at the frightened youth, a classmate of Paul's and fought the urge to let her distaste show. It was a lot different when the scumbag was your client; your job was to protect him, not convict him. The medical report had been faxed over from University Medical Center. She understood the majority of the medical terminology and had to stifle her gasp. The girl had suffered such severe trauma that the medical staff had believed the girl to be in an automobile accident. "You have any idea what you did to your girlfriend, Mr. Baggett?" she finally asked. "Yeah, the stupid bitch wouldn't shut the fuck up," bill said, trying to adopt a tough guy persona. ""Well, you shut her up all right," Marie said and flipped the report to her client. "Damned near killed her. She's still in the ICU ward at University Medical Center, in critical condition." "I just hit her a couple of times," Bill whined. "So you admit that you did hit her?" Marie asked. "Well, yeah, like I said, she wouldn't shut up," Bill defended. Marie had to remind herself again that this was her client, not someone she was trying to convict. "Okay, okay, Mr. Baggett, tell me how it happened," Marie sighed. The more she listened, the more she had to remind herself that Bill Baggett was her client. "Okay, okay," she said. "You're going to be arraigned tomorrow morning; I'll see you at the courthouse." "Okay, so when do I get out of here?" Bill demanded. "Like I said, your arraignment is tomorrow, bail will be set at that time," she said tersely. "You mean I got to stay in here until tomorrow morning?" Bill said, horrified. "Yes, Mr. Baggett," she snapped. Dick Davis shrugged and promised Marie he would keep Bill in a cell by himself. It wouldn't do to have the son of Ed Baggett wind up stabbed to death or gang raped in his jail. "Thanks, Sheriff," Marie smiled tightly. "How's Bob?" Dick smiled. "Bob's good, Bob's good," Marie smiled. "He said I was to give you the finger, but I told him I couldn't do that when I'm here on business." "Consider me fingered," Dick laughed. "Give him the same for me. No, better yet, give him two for me." ---- Paul strolled into church and smiled widely as he spotted the Broussard Sisters. Three faces lit up and his smile grew wider. With nods of greeting to Jake, Bobbi, Emily, and Bill, he took his place between Cindy and Candy. Mass was hard to pay attention to; whenever he looked at Pam, or Candy, or Cindy, all he could see was their naked bodies. All he could see was Pam's lips stretched wide to accommodate his cock. All he could see was Cindy's lightly freckled ass as he plunged his cock into her from behind. All he could see was Candy lapping hungrily at Pam's furry pussy while Pam sucked and chewed on Cindy's pussy lips and Cindy slurped at Candy's lightly covered slit. Finally Mass was over and Paul smiled and accepted the thanks of Bobbi and Emily for the photographs from the Sweetheart Dance. "Don't forget; I want copies of the pictures y'all took too," he reminded them. "Where we going?" Pam demanded as they clambered into the front seat of the Impala. "Where would you like to go?" Paul asked. "I want to, you didn't make love to me last night," Pam whispered, causing Cindy and Candy to blush and giggle. "I um, I meant to eat," Paul blushed. "You hungry?" "Oh yeah!" Pam exclaimed and the four teenagers burst into laughter. "Bombay," Cindy and Candy announced. "But we just ate there," Paul smiled. "So?" Candy, Cindy, and Pam demanded. ---- Hashim smiled widely as Bob and Marie entered the restaurant. Both returned his genuine smile and reminded him that Paul would be joining them. "Hmph, him," Hashim joked. "He sit outside next to dumpster." "And his girlfriends?" Marie laughed. "Oh, them? They sit anywhere they want," he smiled. "I even make you two get out, they want me to." He showed an older couple to another table and peered through the glass doors for Mr. Paul and his beautiful girls. ---- She talked with him, she told him about her daddy crying and Teddy shed a few tears of his own. She told him about Bill's arrest and the fear she felt. He held her hand, giving her security. She leaned against him, comforted in his embrace. His lips touched her ear and she felt the familiar want beginning to build up inside of her. "Let's go," she whispered. But the police were at the Acadiana Motel, questioning Carlos and a very frightened looking Latina woman. The Dew Drop Inn's proprietor refused to rent the teenagers a room. "I is a Christian woman," she snarled at Elizabeth. "I don't run me a place like that." Elizabeth did not miss the fact that there were only three cars in the parking lot. Finally, the two went to the Basin and contented themselves with sharing Teddy's semen back and forth. ---- "Hello, this is Sheriff Dick Davis, who is this please?" he answered Elaine's cell phone. "Um, sorry, wrong number," Cindy Jensen said and quickly hung up. What was a cop doing with Elaine's cell phone?, Cindy wondered. Her phone rang; it was Elaine's number. "Hello?" she answered cautiously. ," the harsh male voice snapped. "I asked you who you are." "Cindy Jensen," she tremulously said. "Thank you. Now, why are you calling Elaine Simone's phone?" he asked. "'Cause she's my friend," Cindy said nervously. "Thank you," Dick said again. "That will be all." "Wait, wait, what're you doing with her phone?" Cindy demanded. "I am sorry ma'am, I cannot discuss an on-going investigation," Dick said and hung up. Chapter 54 "Help me," Elaine prayed. Blackness was all around her, no matter where she looked. She could hear voices, but couldn't tell where they were, what they were saying. A burst of bright light, bright color and she frantically sought to see it again. A burst of harsh noise made her whirl around to find its source. Whispering again, whispering all around her in the inky blackness. Her mind was whirling with fear, absolute terror. She would have run, but she didn't know where she was, where she could run to get away from the whispering voices. It was cold, ice cold in the darkness. She would have screamed, but was too afraid that if she screamed, the whispering voices would hear her, would know where she was and would grab her. Another burst of brightness and color and she frantically tried to see. Another loud burst of sound nearly crippled her. "Baby, please," Carmen murmured to her daughter. "Please wake up." Dr. Lapointe checked her vital signs and touched her right cheek softly. "Come on, sweetheart," he said. "You can do it." Elaine felt one of the voices touch her right cheek and whispered loudly in her ear. "No!" she screamed aloud. "Oh, God! God! Please help me!" Dr. Lapointe and Carmen heard Elaine gurgle and grunt. Dr. Lapointe looked over at the brain scan and could see the activity rising. "I think she's coming to," he said and touched her cheek again. "God, please!" Elaine screamed. "Please, help me!" Fie minutes passed but there was no more physical response. "Okay, sweetheart," he finally said. "I'll check on you at the end of my shift." He looked over at Mrs. Simone. The woman looked absolutely haggard. "You eat today?" he asked. "Yeah, yeah, when I fixed Elise breakfast," she mumbled. "Mrs. Simone, it's four thirty, you need to get something to eat," he said sympathetically. "Not really all that hungry," she said and waved him away. Yolanda shrugged her shoulders and pursed her lips as Dr. Lapointe asked for her assistance, but did agree that, if Elaine Simone were awake, they'd be bringing her food, so bringing her tray wasn't too much out of the ordinary. And if her mother happened to eat it instead, who would be the wiser? ---- Jamie looked at her son. Her pathetic, whining, self-centered son. Seated next to her, her husband also looked at her son. She thought briefly of running with him to Mexico, or Canada. After all, it was Ed, that son of a bitch that had put his money on the line to bail the boy out. "That bitch lawyer don't know shit," Bill finally said. "And you know more than her?" Ed sneered. "I mean, all she's talking about is making a deal to get me a reduced sentence, she ain't even talking about getting me out of this stupid shit," Bill yelled. "Son, you beat a girl, almost to death," Ed strangled out, trying hard not to strike the kid. "She hasn't regained consciousness, she still might die." Jamie had to agree with her husband. Bill didn't seem to grasp the seriousness of the situation. "Where'd you find this lawyer anyway?" she asked Ed. "Not now," Ed growled at her. He smiled inwardly. Jamie was starting to see that she held none of the cards. Joseph Marcoloni had not returned any of her phone calls; it was lonely in the apartment that Ed had rented for her. Joseph had his own troubles to deal with. The mattress factory had suddenly withdrawn its entire account from Community Savings and Loan, switching instead to First Union. Ed Baggett had closed all of his personal accounts as well. In fact, there was a long line of the mattress factory's employees demanding that their accounts be closed. And Amanda had thrown her scalding hot bowl of oatmeal into his face that morning. That stupid bitch Jamie had broken their ironclad rule; never call the other at their home. Instead of being shocked, instead of coming to his aid, his daughter just looked at him with her unreadable bland face. Sometimes he thought the girl was autistic. "SO, had anything to drink today?" Ed asked as he poured himself a whiskey over ice. "No," Jamie lied. "Really?" he smirked. Then I'd change the brand of shampoo you use; smells just like gin." She bit back her retort and focused her attention on Bill again. "How?" she asked the same question that Ed had wanted to ask. "How could you do this? Granted, she was a little gutter tramp, but she didn't deserve this." "I don't know," Bill mumbled. "She was just going on and on and whining and just wouldn't shut up so..." "Gutter tramp?" Ed seethed at his wife. "If that isn't the pot calling the kettle black." ---- Pam dropped the envelope in the mailbox, then climbed back into the Impala. Cindy hugged the girl to her, then buckled them up. "Thank you again," Pam said to Paul. "I bet my momma likes the picture." "You're welcome again," he said. "Don't know if she will like it; I know I like it." "Candy leaned her head against his shoulder. She loved him more and more every day. "Okay, visiting hours are from five until nine," Paul said. "I don't know how many of us can go in, but at least we can try." "And you said there's a deli right down the street?" Pam asked. "Yeah," Paul laughed and reached over and rubbed her belly. "Wouldn't want you starving to death." "Shut up," Pam protested and pinched his forearm. Candy looked down; Cindy's hand rested on her upper thigh. She looked over, Cindy's other hand rested on Pam's upper thigh. She felt Cindy playfully tug at the skirt, pulling her school uniform up. "Stop that, you big old whore!" Candy hissed in Cindy's ear, then kissed her best friend's ear. "No, you big old lez," Cindy whispered back and kissed Candy's ear. "Takes one to know one," Candy hissed back. "Uh huh, and who called me a whore?" Cindy hissed in response. "Cindy!" Candy yelled and slapped Cindy's hand. The whole time she and Cindy had been playfully fussing back and forth, Cindy had been pulling at the hem of Candy's skirt, exposing Candy's white cotton briefs. Candy yanked it back down and slapped Cindy's hand again. "What?" Pam asked. "What'd you do?" "This," Cindy said and raised Pam's skirt up to her waist, exposing her own white cotton briefs. "Oh," Pam said, but made no move to pull her skirt back down. "Pam," Candy chided and pulled her skirt down. "Stop," "," Paul ordered. "Y'all just stop. Hard enough to drive without a boner getting in the way." "We're giving you a boner?" Candy teased. "Just thinking of y'all gives me a boner," he admitted and blushed even more as they giggled and squealed. "Thinking of you gives me a 'boner' too," Candy admitted and squeezed his arm. ---- Elise sullenly did her homework at the kitchen table. Mom had that crazy old black woman from across the street watching her. The old bat treated her like she was in kindergarten, for God's sake. "Thought you might want a snack," Miss Brown said and entered the house. Elise's stomach growled at the smell of the chocolate chip cookies, still warm from the oven. "Thanks, Miss Brown," Elise said. "You welcome, sweetie pie," Miss Brown cackled. "Talked with your momma a few minutes ago, I was just getting them cookies out the hotbox and the phone rings," Miss Brown said. And helped herself to a cookie. "She said it looked like your sister was trying to get better, that poor girl, she always so sweet, always had a wave for me, or a 'Hi Miss Brown, how you doing?'" "Elaine woke up?" Elise asked, hopeful. "No, no, look like she tried real hard to wake up but didn't," Miss Brown said. "Oh," Elise said, then felt the tears begin to flow. All those mean little tricks she played on Elaine, giving her the finger when she knew it hurt her feelings, all those times she called her 'fat' or 'retard,' she would do anything she could to take them all back. "Oh, baby, baby, don't cry," Miss Brown soothed. "The good Lord taking care of your sister. HE got her in His hands, then she get all better, you just wait and see." ---- The fact that Elaine might want to see her, have her friend come visit her never entered Cindy Jensen's mind. The fact that if the tables were turned, Elaine would be right there at her bedside never entered Cindy Jensen's mind. The fact that the tables could have very easily been turned, that if she had been dating Bill Baggett and had gone to the Sweetheart Dance with him never entered her mind. The fact that Paul Robichaux and the Broussard Sisters and Pam Ham were going to see Elaine right after school had been discussed. She could have hitched a ride with them, but didn't think about it. She could have written out a little note and asked Paul, or Candy, or Cindy to take it to Elaine, but didn't think about it. "Hey, heard about your little friend," Doug Jensen said as his daughter made a rare appearance outside of her room. "Yeah," she agreed. "That was the blonde, right? The one with the nice ass?" Doug asked. "She was blonde," Cindy grumbled. "I don't have any clue how nice her ass was." "Damned shame," Doug said and sipped his coffee. "She was cute." "What?" Cindy snapped. "It wouldn't be a shame if she was just some ugly bitch?" "Yeah," J.R. said. "But if she was some ugly bitch, no one would give a shit." "You're all disgusting pigs," Cindy declared and prowled around in the pantry for something to eat. ---- "What?" Carmen asked as the nurse's aide brought in the tray. "Are y'all idiots?" "What?" the young girl asked. "She's in a coma!" Carmen said. "How's she supposed to eat that?" "Oh," the nurse's aide said and made a show of checking the clipboard. "Well, this room's on my list and I can't take it back or I'll get in trouble. She looked at Carmen. You eat yet?" she asked. "What? NO, but I'm not..." Carmen said. "Look, why don't you eat this?" the nurse's aid said and put the tray on the low table. "It'll just go to waste if you don't." "Fine, fine, leave it," Carmen grumbled. She'd taken three bites before she realized Dr. Lapointe had orchestrated that whole scenario. She shook her head. Earlier, Yolanda had talked with her and told her just how lucky Elaine had been that the surgeon happened to be the one doing duty in the Emergency Room Saturday night. Any other doctor would not have realized that she was suffering from a subdural hematoma, or would not have reacted quickly enough. "As it is," Yolanda said and playfully pinched Elaine's big toe. "It might not have been enough. But, he's the best one here." The lights and flashes of color were becoming more and more frequent, made all the more frightening by the harsh sounds all around her. "Help me, Lord Jesus Christ," Elaine begged. "Thank you," Carmen said and pointed to the tray. "Hmm?" Dr. Lapointe said and looked at the latest vital signs that Yolanda had scribbled down. "For what? I don't work in the cafeteria." "Uh huh," Carmen smirked. "But glad you got something to eat, don't need two Simones in the hospital," he smiled and looked again at her monitor again. "Come on, Honey, come on," he said and touched her cheek. A voice touched her right cheek again and she screamed in terror. "Please, please," she screamed. "Please, God, I'm begging you! Somebody, please help me!" ---- Two people per room. That was the rule of the hospital's ICU ward. With Carmen already in the room, only one of the foursome should be allowed in. Yolanda shrugged her shoulders and ushered them all in. Let Dr. Moore house scream about how important rules and regulations were; two visitors or two hundred visitors weren't going to make the poor girl any sicker. "Hi, Mrs. Simone?" Paul asked the haggard looking woman. "Hi, I'm Paul Robichaux, We go to school with Elaine." "I'm Candy Broussard and this is Cindy Broussard, and Pam..." "Broussard," Pam declared. "How sweet of you to visit," Carmen smiled, a genuinely happy smile. The noise, the whispering was becoming more frenzied. They were coming closer and closer. The terror had her absolutely unable to breathe, unable to think. Every now and then a voice would touch her, but never managed to grab her, never managed to get a firm grip, never managed to drag her down to Hell with them. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 06 ---- "And I been so mean to her," Elise sobbed. "Shh shh," Miss Brown soothed. "She forgive you, the Lord forgive you." "And I just want her to know how much I love her," Elise sobbed, heartbroken. "She know that, Sweetie, She know that," Miss brown soothed. Chapter 55 The new girl was still young, still pretty. And still shy, still embarrassed. Patsy ignored her; it was hard enough getting a trick without some stupid kid taking her johns away. Sophia's boyfriend came down the street and Patsy looked the other way; he was mean and crazy. She'd done him once and he'd paid her by pushing a knife into her belly and telling her he wanted to kill her, wanted to feel her blood pour all over his cock while he fucked her freak body. She got the hell out of his car quick. He grabbed Sophia and pushed her into the alley. Patsy smiled as a car slowed down, shutting out the sounds of the slapping and Sophia's crying. ---- "Broussard?" Candy asked Pam as they snuggled down in bed. "Huh?" Pam asked. "You told Elaine's mom your last name is Broussard," Candy reminded the girl. "'Cause I wish it was," Pam admitted. "I wish it was too," Candy whispered in Pam's ear, and kissed her cheek. "Love you," Pam said a snuggled tighter against Candy. "Love you too." Candy said and turned off the light. ---- "There has got to be something wrong with me," Paul said as he felt yet another erection building up. He'd already masturbated three times that night, thinking about sex with Cindy and with Pam and with Candy, and with Cindy. Slowly but surely, the quietest one of the bunch was becoming his biggest infatuation. Even though Candy was the most vocal, Cindy was the most adventurous, the most playful, and the most sexual. Sighing, he smiled and picked up a wad of tissues. ----- Bill Thought about committing suicide. He'd slit his wrists and slowly bleed to death. That would make his dad sorry for how shitty he was treating him. That would make his mom sorry for that look she'd given him. That's make Elizabeth realize how much she loved him, how she was wrong for letting Teddy fuck her, instead of giving herself to her twin brother. That'd make Elizabeth sorry for that look she'd given him at the dinner table tonight. Make her sorry for ignoring him, for not coming to see him and see how he was doing. It'd also make Elaine sorry for not listening to him, for not hearing him out, instead of telling him he was sick for loving his sister. But cutting himself would hurt. Maybe sleeping pills. He could swallow a whole bunch of them and go to sleep and never wake up. That wouldn't hurt But Dad had thrown out all of Mom's old medication bottles this last time she went into treatment. And Dad was right; Mom smelled and looked like she'd been drinking. Dad, and that ugly bitch lawyer both said he needed to go to school tomorrow and just keep going to school until the trial. That would show the judge and the District Attorney that he was a good kid, just made this one mistake. ---- Cindy Broussard stretched out in her bed, face down. Slowly, she rubbed her pussy against the teddy bear that Candy had given her for Christmas last year. She smiled; she and Candy had given each other the same thing without even knowing that the other had gotten the silly bear. But they both picked it up because it was blue, their favorite color. The feeling welled up inside of her and she reached behind her and slowly inserted a finger into her rectum. Paul kept doing that to her, kept sticking his finger in her butt when they made love. "Uh," she grunted in orgasm, then rolled over onto her back. She wondered if Candy and Pam ever made love without her. Did they kiss each other, did they touch each other's breasts, suck on each other's breasts. Did they touch each other's pussies, kiss each other's pussies. Did they whisper words of love to each other, did they cuddle in the afterglow of lovemaking? "You're being stupid," she chided herself and rolled onto her side to try to get some sleep. ---- "You are not sleeping in here tonight," Amanda hissed bitterly as Joseph came into the bedroom. "But, what? Where am I supposed to sleep?" he asked. "Why don't you go sleep with your little whore?" she spat and threw his favorite pillow at him. "Never again," he thought as he tried to make himself comfortable on the couch. And that hateful cat of Amanda's kept trying to snuggle up with imp; he was sleeping where the cat normally slept. ---- "Graduate tomorrow," Tammy reminded Cathy Hernandez. "Yeah," Cathy mumbled. "Nervous?" Tammy asked. "Yeah, Tammy, I don't have nowhere to go," Cathy said. "I was only a month behind on my rent, now I'm two months; Mr. Hayes probably already dumped all my stuff out on the street." "What about Ray?" Tammy asked. ""I don't know," Cathy said. "We never even talked about it." ---- Elise squinted in the semi-dark room. Momma looked so old as she sat there, sleeping in the chair. The girl that lay in the bed, head swathed in bandages barely resembled her beautiful sister. She walked over to the girl that lay in the bed. "Hey," she said softly to Elaine. "It's me, Elise." "Go on, tell her," Miss Brown encouraged. "I want you to know, I hope you can hear me, I want you to know how much I love you and how much I miss you and I keep hoping and praying this is just a real bad dream and I'll wake up and you'll be there," Elise said . Carmen heard her daughter and woke up. She listened as her daughter poured her heart out to her sister, but didn't say anything, just let the girl cry it all out. The lights and colors were all around her; she was dizzy from all of them. They kept rushing at her, threatening her. The whispering was growing louder, angrier. "Help me," Elaine mumbled. "What?" Elise asked, incredulous. "Please help me," Elaine begged. "Oh my God!" Elise shouted, then fainted. The lights and colors were blinding and the whispering voices had ceased whispering; they were screaming and screaming so loudly the words were incomprehensible to her. Yolanda was bustling to the room; she'd heard Elise shout. They she heard a scream of absolute terror and agony and her blood ran cold. She'd heard that scream one other time; they had a burn victim come in with third and fourth degree burns to over eighty percent of his body. The pain had been so great the patient screamed out loud and died. Eddie, that religious nut case of an orderly had told her 'That's the sound Jesus Christ made when they crucified Him.' She prepared herself for the worse and ran into the room. Elaine was thrashing violently, mumbling and spitting, flailing her casts weakly. Yolanda hit the intercom button and forced herself to keep her voice steady and calm as she paged for the resident on duty. "Shh, shh, come on, sweetie," she urged and tried to lightly restrain Elaine so the girl wouldn't hurt herself even worse. Elaine's eye opened up and Yolanda's blood ran cold a second time. The eye was that of a wounded animal; the terror raw and evident. ---- "Thank you, thank you so much, Yolanda," Charles said as he swung his legs out of bed. He gargled with mouthwash while he looked for a clean pair of slacks in the dwindling pile of clean clothes he had. Rather than spit the mouthwash out, he simply swallowed it, made sure he had his keys and ID badge and left the apartment. Normally he just jogged to the hospital; he lived around the corner at the Whispering Oaks complex, but there was a real need for speed, so he jumped into his one luxury, a Porsche, and raced off to the hospital. Chapter 56 He was livid and threatened the resident on duty with both suspension; complete removal if he had anything to do with it, and with bodily harm. "Who in the fuck gives a comatose brain injury patient an injection of Phenobarbital?" he screamed. "She was going into seizures," Dr. Huang whined. "Well killing her will take care of that!" he screamed. "Come on, come on," Yolanda ordered and pulled the enraged Charles Lapointe to the nurse's station. "Screaming at him isn't going to change the situation. Here, have a cup of coffee." "I don't want a cup of coffee," he snarled. "Didn't ask you if you wanted it," she said. "Take it and suck on it." 'She was going into seizures,' Dr. Huang had said. Yolanda had said the girl was thrashing violently and mumbling and spitting. Perhaps it was an epidural hematoma, whether pre-pre-op or post-p[ was unimportant at this time. He sipped some more of the coffee and paced the hall. "Good night, Dr. Lapointe," Yolanda said as she passed him in the hall. "I need to open her cranium again," Dr. Lapointe told her. "I think that's an excellent idea," she agreed and punched out. ---- You want grits or oatmeal?" Miss Brown asked as she tucked Elise in bed. "Miss Brown, you don't have to fix me breakfast," Elise argued. "Oh? You a grown woman now?" Miss Brown asked. "Well, I am fifteen, almost," Elise said. "Well, then, you want grits or oatmeal for breakfast tomorrow?" Miss Brown asked. "When you married and have children of your own, then you can fix your own breakfast." "Grits," Elise said. "Oh, good, grits is easy," Miss Brown smiled and left the room. "You need the door open or closed?" she asked. "I don't care," Elise answered. ---- Bill Baggett couldn't sleep. They were talking about serious jail time, and they weren't talking about sitting in Bender's small jail. They were talking about sending him to Dequincy, or Lafayette Correctional. Or possibly Angola, if Elaine died. Why'd that stupid bitch have to go and get hurt so bad? Marie had smirked when he suggested that maybe, when she got out of his car, someone else had run over her with his or her car. The amount of blood on your sleeves and the amount of blood found inside of your car suggests that you and you alone cause the full extent of her injuries, Mr. Baggett," she said. And she kept insisting on calling him 'Mr. Baggett,' because he was an adult. He didn't feel like and adult. He felt like crying. Adults don't cry. ---- Carmen listened as Dr. Lapointe explained the procedure, explained why he wanted to do it, and signed the necessary papers. Her opinion of him had changed in the seventy-two hours she'd been at her daughter's bedside. He seemed to genuinely care about her daughter, not just as a patient, but also as a person, as a young woman still very much in the beginning of her life. Yes, he was young, yes, he looked more like one of the musicians her daughters ranted and raved about than a brilliant (according to Yolanda and Eddie and Dr. Moorehead) surgeon. If he thought it was what needed to be done, she agreed wholeheartedly. He discussed the dangers; there were always danger when operating on the brain. She knew that he would do all in his power to help her daughter. "Checked your schedule," Dr. Moore house stuck his head in to the scrub room. "You're not even supposed to be here." "Then you didn't see me," Dr. Lapointe said. "That's right, I didn't see you; God be with you, God guide your hands," Dr. Moore house said and left the room. The voices were screaming again and every now and then, there'd be a flash of light. A flash of light and she saw her daddy. He was leaving her and her mommy and baby sister. He was leaving her again, when he needed him most. Another flash of light and she saw her grandmother's casket. She had adored the woman she was named after. Why was her grandmother leaving her again? Another flash of light and she saw her daddy and his new wife getting married. Daddy wouldn't pay any attention to her, wouldn't dance with her. She wore a beautiful new dress and he didn't even notice. Another flash of light and she saw Bill Baggett, face twisted in rage. He was beating her again "No, no, sweetheart, don't cry," the nurse said as she handed Dr. Lapointe the arterial clamp. "And there the mother fucker is," he said and sutured the bleeding artery, then suctioned out the blood that had been pressing against Elaine's frontal lobes. "Thank you, God," he smiled from behind the mask, checked his work, then began the laborious task of closing her again. ---- The inky blackness wrapped her and held her, safe and secure. Slowly , the icy cold began to slip away. She lay down, finally able to sleep. "No, no, Elaine, don't sleep," a voice called out to her. "But why?" Elaine asked, trying to see the source of the voice in the darkness. "It's not time yet," and the voice was gone. ---- "Wait, Momma's grits don't taste like this," Elise commented. "How'd you get them to taste like this?" Bacon grease and you grate up some cheese," Miss Brown smiled and spooned herself a bowl. "Ain't nothing like a got hot breakfast get your day started right." Elise decided that, even if the old bat did treat her like a five year old, instead of like an almost fifteen year old, it was pretty nice having her around. ---- Bill Baggett tried to sit, tried to concentrate, but could feel the accusing, hateful stares of his classmates boring into him. Elizabeth, sweet, beautiful Elizabeth called Teddy and begged him to come take her to school, instead of riding in with him. She wouldn't sit anywhere near him, preferring to be with Teddy. He probably made her suck his cock, payment for driving her to school. Made her suck him, while he grabbed and squeezed her breasts or finger fucked her pussy. ---- "Momma," Elaine gurgled, trying to talk, unaware that her jaw was shattered and that several of her teeth were missing. "Oh my God!" Carmen praised. "Yes, baby, I'm here." "Where am I?" Elaine tried to ask, grew frustrated at her inability to do more than grunt and gurgle and tried to sit up. Her arms wouldn't work. That was a shame; she wanted to brush her hair out of her eyes; she couldn't even see out of her left eye. ---- "Thank you, Eddie," Charles laughed into the telephone. "And keep that little mother fucker Huang away from her!" ---- "Oh, thank the good Lord," Miss Brown enthused into the telephone. "Oh, no, it ain't no trouble, I go get her right now." ---- Elise feared the worse when Miss Ormond paged her to the office. She just knew that Elaine had died, had left her before she could tell her again how much she loved her. She was sobbing in earnest by the time she reached Brother Dominick's office. Miss Brown's smiling face was the first thing she saw when she pushed the office door open.---- Brother Dominick made the official announcement over the school's PA system; Elaine was no longer in a coma. There was no prognosis at this time, but of course all were encouraged to continue their prayers; obviously they were working a medical miracle. "Fucking lucky for you, Baggett," Teddy hissed. And Elizabeth looked at him, those accusing eyes. Chapter 57 Everyone was smiling and talking and laughing and she just wanted to go home, crawl into her bed, and go to sleep. Some hot looking guy was smiling at her and touching her and talking with Momma. Bill Baggett could go to Hell; this guy was so fine! She tried real hard to smile at him and his eyes lit up. Oh yeah, Bill Baggett was definitely history. And her sister was there, with that crazy old woman that lived across the street. That crazy old woman was always waving and smiling and saying stupid things. But Elaine remembered when she was younger, Miss Brown had always been so nice and sweet, and could cook real well. So when the crazy old woman waved, Elaine waved back. And Elise was smiling and crying and smiling; what was her problem? She listened, but did not comprehend. Something had happened to her and she was in the hospital. And they were asking her what had happened. "Okay, Dr. Lapointe said as he filled out all the forms to request another MRI for Elaine Simone. "She got insurance?" Lynne snapped. "Beats the shit out of me," Dr. Lapointe shrugged. "I think she does; her mother filled out all the intake forms; should be in your system by now." Lynne typed rapidly on her keyboard, looked at the screen and let a rare smile curl her lips. "Blue Cross," she said. "Then it's cleared?" Dr. Lapointe asked. "Yeah, the first one is, but no more, you did one yesterday? That's all they'll pay for," Lynne said and took the forms from him. "But I need to do a follow up," he argued. "Get Blue Cross to approve it," she shrugged, the conversation over as far as she was concerned. That's why she was so good at this job; she had absolutely no regard for anyone at all. She could walk right through the Emergency Room, hear the anguished wails of loved ones, hear the groans and cries of the wounded and dying, and would be unaffected. Her husband's funeral had irritated her; he had died, she was convinced, just to inconvenience her. "I hope I'm not the resident on duty if you ever need help," Dr. Lapointe hissed at her. "Uh huh," she sneered and showed him her wrists, scarred from when she tried to commit suicide. He unbuttoned her smock and showed him the bullet hole from when she tried a second time. "If I couldn't do it, what the fuck makes you think you can?" she asked and went back to entering another case. ---- Bill couldn't believe it; the little bitch woke up and they were still talking about pressing charges, and because he was eighteen, they were going to try him as an adult. "But she woke up," he whined to Marie. "That's wonderful," she said dryly. "All that means, Mr. Baggett, is that you will not be charged with second degree murder, or manslaughter. We still have the battery charges, with grievous bodily harm." Grievous bodily harm?" he asked. "Mr. Baggett, she lost an eye. They are prepping her for oral surgery to replace her shattered jaw, along with partial bridgework. She is also going to have reconstruction done on her nose. In short, extensive and expensive facial reconstruction, along with weeks, possibly months of psychological therapy." She said and made a note to bill Ed Baggett one hour for every fifteen minutes she had to talk to this pathetic child of his. "Now, now you're thinking like a lawyer," Donald Pelechet had laughed when she told him of her plans. ---- "Rules are rules, no more than four visitors, and there's already three visitors in her room," Yolanda said and looked around. Neither Dr. Neither Moore house, nor any of his little snitches were anywhere in sight so she bustled them into the room and clicked the door shut. "Hey, we heard you were awake," Paul smiled widely. She was happy to see them, but kind of embarrassed as well. "She would have been horrified had anyone told her that her head, where it was not wrapped in bandages, was bald. That her smile was almost toothless, that her nose was broken. "Hey, what are y'all doing here?" she mumbled in her incomprehensible gibberish. ---- Cathy looked at him incredulously. "Really?" she finally asked. "Live with you?" "Yeah, why not?" he smiled. "I love you, you love me, and you ain't all that bad in bed, you know?" "Yeah?" she smiled. "You ain't all that bad either." "Well, then it's settled," he said and smiled. "Not really, Ray," she said and sat down. "What you mean?" he asked. "Ray, I got three kids, and they ain't the best kids in the world," she said. "I know, I've heard," he shrugged. "Yeah, well," she said and smiled. "But, bad or not, they're mine. "Okay, so we'll cross that bridge when we get to it," he said and took her pudgy little hand in his. "WE'LL cross that bridge." ---- Madison looked at him with her blank stare as they ate a silent, uncomfortable meal. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 06 "This is good," he forced a cheerfulness that he did not feel. Amanda looked at him with as much hatefulness as she could muster then went back to eating in silence. Madison finished her meal and got up from the table. She put the into the dishwasher and left the room without saying a word. "She worries me," Joseph said and Amanda slammed her fork down. "Hard enough to eat, hard enough to sit in the same God damned room with you," she hissed angrily. "Do you have to open your fucking mouth?" Joseph Marcoloni was stunned; his wife did not curse. He had never heard her say 'fuck,' in the twenty nine years they'd known each other, in the twenty two years they'd been married, he'd never heard her use the Lord's name in vain. He looked at her, mouth open in shock. She was beautiful. Her blonde hair, he knew, was touched up to hide the gray, but blonde was the natural color of her hair; Madison shared the same color hair. Her breasts were nonexistent; even pregnancy hadn't given her any breasts, but she was still quite feminine all the same. Her waist was still narrow, and her rear, even though it was a little softer now, was still quite attractive. Jamie's voluptuous body was what had gotten his attention. And the fact that she liked to talk dirty when fucking. He'd never kidded himself; to him it was just a fuck. He wasn't in love with Jamie Baggett. He was, however, in love with Amanda Lynne Boudreaux Marcoloni. Right now, her brown eyes held his, unblinking, and radiated all the anger and bitterness and hurt. Finally, he lowered his head and tried to resume eating. She got to her feet and hurled his plate to the floor and left the kitchen. "Leave it," she screamed at him when he bent to clean it up. "I'll get it when I'm damned good and ready." Madison did her homework as she always did; mp3 player blaring Tool at an unbearable volume into her headphones. Absently, she tapped her foot in time with the music and scribbled out the answers to the algebra homework. It always amused Sister Andrea that she did her Algebra in pen instead of pencil. She never Sister Andrew asked her why she did that, she would just shrug her shoulders. ---- Jamie was trying her best to get on Ed's good side. Less than a week ago, she thought she had it all, had her husband well in line, and had her lover well in line. Her husband had let her know he wasn't the fool she thought he was, nor would he be willing to be a cuckold. And Joey had told her, in crystal clear language, it wasn't love, had never been love, and as far as he was concerned, whatever it was, was over. "Save it," Ed finally grumbled. "Save it, okay?" "Hey, hey, just trying to let you know I'm sorry," she mumbled. "Sorry for what?" he spat. "Sorry for fucking around for twenty years? Sorry for sneaking around behind my back and lying to me, and buying Joey Marcoloni expensive gifts with my money, yes, Jamie, I know who he is, or are you sorry that I put an end to it? Huh?" Their children, her children, looked at her, the disgust evident in Elizabeth's face, the shock etched on Bill's face. "Could we not talk about this in front of our children?" she hissed. "Huh? What exactly are you sorry for, Jamie?" he asked loudly. "I'm sorry, all right?" she screamed at him. "I'm sorry I had an affair, all right!" "An affair?" he screamed back. "You fucked him for over twenty years, Jamie! You been fucking him almost as long was we've been married! That's not an affair, Jamie, that's being a low life, conniving whore!" "And I'm sorry!" Jamie screamed and burst into tears. "Way too late for sorry," Ed said and picked up his plate. "Madison's dad?" Bill finally asked. "You know any other Joey Marcoloni?" Elizabeth spat, her disgust of him quite evident. "She's weird," Bill declared. "Whatever," Elizabeth sneered. "At least she doesn't beat people up," Elizabeth thought. Chapter 58 Cindy Jensen did wonder, briefly, if she should call Mrs. Simone, just to see how Elaine was doing. She decided that Elaine would call her sooner or later. She was glad that Elaine was out of the coma, she'd even said a quick prayer for her the other day. Again, it never occurred to Cindy Jensen that Elaine might appreciate a visit, or even a simple 'Get-Well-Soon' card. ---- Patsy smiled sympathetically at the fat lip that Sophia sported. She'd had her fair share of them in her years on the streets. Sometimes Jashawn would give her one. Sometimes it was a sick motherfucker like Sophia's boyfriend, Gary. Sometimes it was a cop. Sometimes it was another girl. It didn't matter where they came from, really. They came, they went, and you got over it. "Got my money, bitch?" she heard Gary hiss and her blood ran cold. The tone of voice was the same one he'd used when he told her he wanted to gut her like a pig while he fucked her. This Gary was big, mean, and dangerous. "No, Gary, nobody's been by yet," Sophia whined. "You ain't trying hard enough, you stupid fucking cunt, huh?" he said and slapped her, hard. "are you?" "She's telling the truth," Patsy bravely said. "I been here all day, and nobody been by." "Shut up, fucking piece of shit bitch," Gary said and kicked Patsy hard. "Don't kick her," Sophia whined. "Fine, I won't," Gary said and picked Patsy up off of the sidewalk. The first blow against the cinderblock wall killed Patsy. Gary threw her into the wall four more times, just to show Sophia what would happen to her, if she didn't do a better job of hustling some money quick. ---- Pam writhed under Cindy's mouth. Candy's mouth covered her own, stifling her grunts and groans of orgasm. Her small hand cupped Candy's pussy, fingers plunging in and out of the wetness. Candy likewise grunted in orgasm. Finally, Pam really couldn't take any more of Cindy's mouth and weakly pushed her away. Candy wiggled up and began to lap furiously at Candy's pussy and anus. "Oh!" Candy shuddered and Cindy laughed out loud. She rolled over onto the other side of Pam and all three girls lay together, lightly touching and stroking one another. "I wonder what Paul's doing right now," Pam hoarsely said. With a squeal, Cindy said, "That's what got all this started in the first place!" ---- Bill eavesdropped as Elizabeth talked with that little piece of shit boyfriend of hers. He felt his stomach knot up; she was using the words she should be using on him. Telling him she loved him, how he was her rock, her strength in this horrible time. It should be him; he was her brother. He should be her strength, her rock. He should be her love. Teddy listened, rubbing his cock through his pajamas as Elizabeth whispered in his ear how much she loved him; how lucky she was to have him in her life. "Baby, I'm the lucky one," he protested. "Without you, I'd just be falling to pieces," she said, the sob catching in her throat. ---- He told her to call him Charlie and she tried. He laughed as she tried. It wasn't a mean laugh, but a laugh of genuine pleasure. He measured her face, wrote quickly, and then measured again. More notes, more measuring. Finally he smiled at her and she smiled back. "Okay, surgery at six tomorrow, okay?" he asked. "What?" she exclaimed. "Why so early?" He laughed again; Elaine liked his laugh. "What are you worried about?" he asked. I'm the one that's got to be awake, not you!" Mom, Elise, and Miss Brown wished her good night and left the room. ---- "Mom, if it's all right with you, can I ride home with Miss Brown?" Elise asked. "Oh, no, no, Child," Miss Brown laughed. "You go with your momma, she needs you. But I'll be right across the street you ever need me." "Thank you so much, Miss Brown," Carmen said. "I really don't know what I'd ever done without you." "Yeah, thank you so much," Elise said and gave the old black woman a hug. "Oh, shush, you," Miss Brown said. "That's what family do, they there for each other." "What's she mean, 'that's what family do?'?' Elise asked her mother as they drove home. "We're not related to her, are we?" "I don't know, honey," Carmen said. "I guess after her two sons moved away, and after her daughter died, she just kind of thinks WE'RE her family." "Then maybe we need to be her family," Elise decided. ---- Sophia came out of the shadows and cautiously approached the police officer as he waited for the coroner's office to send a unit from DeGarde, Louisiana. "I know who killed her," she whispered. "But if I tell you, it got to be anonymous 'cause he'll kill me too." Sheriff Dick Davis dressed quickly and drove out to Flowers when one of his deputies called him. "Okay, we're going to put you in lock-up tonight, then move you out to Baton Rouge in the morning," he told a frightened, detuning Sophia. Sadly, he went through the purse of the woman. He knew her, she'd been in school a few years ahead of him, in the same class with Rebecca and Bob. The picture of Pam and Paul at the Sweetheart Dance beamed up at him. 'My baby girl' was scrawled on the back of the photograph. ---- Cathy thought briefly about drinking; no one would know. Ray was on the night shift; wouldn't be home until four thirty, five o'clock in the morning. She could have a couple of drinks and get rid of the evidence long before he got home. "But I would know," she said and poured herself a cup of coffee. ---- Marie showed Bob the can of shortening as she walked to the bedroom. Paul smirked as his dad quit watching the basketball game, bounded to his feet and ran to the bedroom. Chapter 59 Friday morning was windy, but spring was in the air; it wasn't bitterly cold. He did his morning exercises then jogged to the hospital. Yolanda smiled up at him as she clocked out, her shift done. "Good luck in surgery," she bade him and left. He was careful; even if the jawbone was a fraction of a hair off, it would cause years of pain and discomfort for the poor girl, and she had years ahead of her. The laser guidance system did its job and he finally sighed, satisfied with the job. She'd looked at him that morning as he came into her room. Her eye lighted up when she saw him and a smile came on her lips. "You'll be able to smile a whole lot more," he thought as he methodically forged ahead. It wasn't his first surgery, but each surgery was important to him. It wasn't an ego thing with him; it was a compassion thing. The two nurses in the room watched as he rebuilt Elaine's face. Afterward, over cigarettes and coffee, they both commented that any other surgeon would have done the jaw reconstruction and stopped. None of the other residents would have done the entire procedure, taken the time to rebuild her face. ---- Lynne narrowed her eyes as Dr. Lapointe entered her office. If he thought showing up in bloodstained surgical garb was going to sway her opinion, he was sorely mistaken. "Okay, post-op MRI for Elaine Simone," he said. "Surely they can't deny that." "They can and do deny whatever they feel like," Lynne said in her flat, unemotional tone. "Bill them anyway," he said and turned around and left. She let another rare smile curl her lip as she gave him the finger, then began typing out the claim. ---- Pam Ham wondered why she was being paged to the office. She entered the room and saw Miss Bobbi, eyes red from crying and felt light-headed. "What happened to Mr. Jake?" she asked. "It's not Mr. Jake," Baby," Bobbi smiled tightly. "It's your momma." Pam listened, unsure of what she was feeling. Her mother was dead, killed by another girl's pimp. She was sad, but hadn't known her mother in years. Momma was just a hazy figure somewhere in the past. Brother Dominick said she could go home with Miss Bobbi if she wanted to. She looked up and shook her head no. "No, if it's all right, I'd rather go back to class, okay?" she asked. "Sure, sure, but you need to, you call me and I'll come get you," Bobbi said. Miss Bobbi softly caressed her face, a motherly gesture and Pam burst into sobs. She couldn't remember the last time Momma had caressed her face, had shown any other emotion than anger. "I think I'll take her home," Bobbi told Brother Dominick. ---- Elaine felt horrible; a side effect of the anesthesia. Her head was pounding from the headache and her entire face felt like it was crawling with bugs. Mom smiled at her and she tried to smile back. Her mother should smile more often; she looked so much prettier when she smiled, instead of that pinched look she always had on her face. "Hey, Dr. Lapointe said it went real good," Carmen told her. "Charlie," Elaine said and again tried to smile. "Yeah, okay, Charlie," Carmen smiled again. ---- Paul, Candy, and Cindy pooled their money together to get a floral arrangement for Pam's mother. Paul smiled at the twenty-six dollars Candy and Cindy scraped together; he knew there were no floral arrangements available for that paltry sum. Bob smiled as he watched the three teenagers counting out the quarters and pennies and dimes. Rebecca would be so proud of their son. As it was, he was real proud of his son. He was a fine young man. Even though he was good-looking, he didn't let it go to his head. "Funeral's for Tuesday?" he asked. "Yeah, I need a note to get out of class," Paul agreed and picked up the phone to call the florist. "You went to school with Pam's mom, huh?" Cindy asked Bob. "The mid... Yeah, I went to school with Patsy," Bob agreed. "What was she like?" Candy asked. "I mean, I know my mom and her was real good friends, but Mom said they kind of lost touch." "She was all right, I guess," Bob shrugged. "I mean, if Barbara hadn't have been friends with her, Patsy probably wouldn't have had any friends at all, but Barbara was the most popular girl in our class, so..." "My mom was the most popular girl in the class?" Candy asked, surprised. "Yeah," Bob smiled. "She was almost as pretty as you, so she had a long line of boys following her around." Paul smiled over Candy's shoulder at his dad. His dad could be a charmer that was for sure. ---- Cindy Jensen was bored. Without Elaine around to drive her around, she was trapped, a prisoner of the trailer. Sara and Judy didn't have cars and Madison was so weird she really didn't want to be in a car with her. If Madison Marceline's dad weren't loaded, she would be in Cindy's little entourage at all. Missy was no longer a part of Cindy's entourage; she'd kissed Sara on the lips. Cindy won't have any closet lesbians in her little circle. The only reason Sara hadn't been ostracized was she'd reacted appropriately and punched Missy. "I really, really screwed up when I dumped Paul," she admitted out loud. ---- Ray smiled as he hit the siren and cut through Lafayette traffic. In the back seat, Crystal, Rochelle, and Taylor chattered excitedly. Cathy didn't know she'd been approved for a supervised weekend visitation. And as CPS had agreed, who would be better to supervise than a police officer? "You live here?" Crystal said and curled up her lip in disdain as she looked around at the apartment complex. "Uh huh," Ray smirked at the snotty brat. "And you live where?" If Crystal thought she was going to get anywhere with Mommy's new boyfriend by being a little bitch, she had another thing coming. Ray was used too much bigger, and much more threatening bitches than an eighty-pound brat. Chapter 60 The funeral was a pathetic charade. Jashawn glared at all the people; sure that they were all judging him and thinking themselves so much better than him. Any offers of sympathy were met with hostile glares. His two children, Nelson and Alida , were bored. Her white friends surrounded that little white bitch, the one that should have been out there working with her momma. It was an insult, as far as he was concerned, that Patsy's funeral was bang officiated by Father John, the priest she'd gone to when she was a little girl. Everyone knew the Catholic Church wasn't open to African-Americans, was the most racist organization in the world. Pam finished saying her rosary, quietly knelt by her mother's casket, then turned and left, still surrounded by her friends. Jashawn looked at that fine little ass of Pam's; if ever he could get a piece of that, man! He'd ruin it, that's for sure. "Hey," some white guy was asking him. "Do you have pall bearers for her? To carry her to the hearse?" "Don't fucking worry 'bout it," Jashawn snapped. "I take care of it." "Okay, okay," Bob said. "Just that, I went to school with her, you know?" "I said I take care of it, mother fucker," Jashawn spat, then continued to glare hatefully at the few people that remained. ---- Dr. Lapointe smiled; her recovery was coming along very nicely. His ego had also had a bit of a boost; Lynne had told him that Blue Cross had given the go-ahead for Elaine Simone to be transferred to Doctors' Hospital in Baton Rouge but Carmen Simone herself had pleaded with them to allow her daughter to stay under Dr. Charles' Lapointe's care instead. Most people would have jumped at the chance to have their child transferred to the more prestigious hospital, where the care was supposedly so much better than at a charity hospital. "Look, Anna, may I call you Anna," Carmen had told her agent on the telephone. "The doctored here is giving her the best possible medical treatment, he lives right around the corner, and has been treating her since the night she was brought in. Anna, I would really appreciate it if you'd push whatever buttons you have to keep her right here, okay, Anna?" "How long my jaws going be wired," Elaine grumbled. At least a week," he answered and looked up her nostrils again. Everything looked good. "And when can I get out of here?" she asked. "About a week, why? got a hot date?" he asked. "No, you?" she shot back. Yes, her recovery was coming along nicely, she was getting restless and irritable. Much better than the disoriented, lethargic patient of a few days ago. ---- "Please," Pam whispered in his ear and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. This wasn't how he wanted to make love to her, cramped in the back seat of the Impala, suit slacks bunched up around his ankles, her dress hiked up to her waist. But her eyes pleaded with him, her words begged him to take her. "Uh!" she gasped and closed her eyes as her maidenhead gave way to his cock. "Wait," he whispered. "Just wait, okay?" She leaned her face against his chest and nodded her head weakly. "I love you, Paul," she whispered. "Love you too," he whispered back and kissed the top of her head. His large hands rubbed up and down her back, then cupped her breasts through her blouse. He lightly pinched her nipples through the material of her blouse and bra, then reached back around and cupped her small buttocks. "Doesn't hurt that bad," she told herself and began to pull herself up. Involuntarily, his hips jerked forward and he sank into her pussy to the hilt. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes bulged. She clenched her small hands into fists then shudder. "Oh, God, that's good," she hissed and he kissed the top of her head again. "Yeah, it is," he agreed. "Do you think my Momma's in Heaven?" she asked and looked into his blue eyes. For a moment, the question didn't register with him; it wasn't exactly what one would call 'pillow talk.' "I would think so," he stammered out. "Okay," she said, grateful for his answer. This wasn't how he wanted it to be, the afternoon sun beating down into the back window of the car, heating up the interior, and feeling tight and cramped in his good suit. "I like this," she murmured and sighed as he began to thrust upward into her. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 06 "Me to," he chuckled and she looked into his eyes again. ---- Bobbi set out the vegetable tray and the cheese and crackers. Guests milled about; it was almost like a high school reunion in her living room, the majority of the guests were classmates of hers and Patsy's from St. Thomas Aquinas. Candy and Cindy were milling about, making sure that the guests were comfortable, their drinks filled, fetching little plates for them. "Where is Pam?" Bobbi hissed to Candy. "She wanted to get out of here," Candy shrugged. "Let me guess," Bobbi said, lips tightening. "Paul Robichaux." "Uh, yeah, I guess so," Candy said, guilty look on full display. The good-looking boy was very quickly losing favor in Bobbi's eyes. "Young lady, if you know where they are, you had better get in your car and go get them, NOW," she said and Candy hastily scampered off to get her purse. ---- "Please, Ed," Jamie begged. "Damn it, Jamie," he sighed. "You made your bed, lie in it." "Please, please let me come home," she begged. "Jamie," he said, no emotion in his voice. "You don't have a home. We don't have a home. You made sure of that." She heard the click a moment before the dial tone but stayed on the phone for another moment, just to make sure, then hung up the phone. She poured some more gin into her glass swirled it around, listening to the ice crackle. It burned as she swallowed. When it hit the pit of her stomach, instead of radiating out, instead of spreading its warmth through her, it just sat there in the pit of her gut. The sought after relief wasn't there. She drank some more gin, but it just sat in the pit of her stomach, burning. Ed had gotten her a fairly nice place, far nicer than she would have given him. The furniture was new, nice. It wasn't as nice as the furniture she'd picked out for their living room and bedroom, but again, it was far nicer than what she would have given him. The walls were closing in on her. ---- Joseph reached out to touch Amanda's arm. She jerked away as if a red-hot poker had touched her. "Don't. You. Ever. Put. Your. Hands. On. Me. Ever. Again," she sat, punctuating each word with a jab into his chest. "Honey, I am sorry, I want to try again," he said truthfully. "Well, Mr. 'I can't keep my dick in my pants,' it's a little too fucking late for that," she hissed and shoved him out of her way. Madison looked at him then brushed past him to go to her room. "No!" Amanda shrilled as she barged back into the living room where a stricken Joseph Marcoloni stood. "Why am I packing? You're the one who screwed around! YOU get out!" "Okay," he said, nodding his head yes. "You're right, I'll leave." She walked over to the bar, took out the brandy decanter, the liquor he used to impress guests, and poured herself a healthy amount. She smirked; he'd be irritated if he could see her; it was a very expensive brandy. The warmth radiated through her and she took another deep sip. "Ooh, this is good," she said and finished the glass. She put the glass on the bar; not caring if it left a ring on his precious rosewood veneer or not. She remembered something; she'd started packing a couple of boxes, making sure to get those mementoes and keepsakes she just couldn't live without. She didn't want those boxes to accidentally get mixed up with his stuff. She walked down the hall to her bedroom, to get those boxes, to set them aside. He sat on the edge of their bed, weeping. She walked in and took him into her arms and held him, letting him cry it all out. ---- Pam screamed out as Candy tapped on the back window of the Impala. Paul sheepishly smiled as he rolled down the window. Mom said get your butt home, NOW," Candy said. "I think you better," Paul said and she nodded her head yes and got out of the back seat. She and Candy were silent on the drive home, until they pulled up in front of the house. "Candy, do you think my Momma's in Heaven?" Pam asked. "I think so, but I think you better ask my Mom' she'd know a lot better than I would," Candy admitted. Pam walked into the house and found Miss Bobbi in her usual place, in the kitchen. "Miss Bobbi?" Pam asked. "Do you thick my Momma's in Heaven?" Bobbi felt the irritation she'd felt with the teenager evaporate. She let a few tears fall before answering the girl. "Yes, Baby, I think Patsy's in Heaven," she said. "God knows, she went through enough Hell here on Earth." "Good, then it's okay that's she's dead," Pam said and left the kitchen. The End of 'The Broussard Sisters 06.' The Broussard Sisters Ch. 07 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 61 Paul knelt behind Cindy, holding his erection with one hand and lubricating her anus with the other hand. She squealed then laughed out loud at the coldness of the lubricant. Pam lay on her back; Candy squatted over the small girl's open mouth. Pam lapped hungrily at Candy's anus, scooping Paul's semen from Candy's stretched, raw bowels. Candy leaned forward and rubbed her fingers up and down Pam's gaping pussy. Come on," Cindy laughed. "Do me up the butt! Stick it in me!" Paul groaned as his alarm clock interrupted a very nice dream. If he asked them, he knew the Broussard sisters would do it, would let him fulfill his anal fantasies. He wondered if they had any dreams, if he could fulfill any fantasies of theirs. Walking from his bedroom to the hall bathroom, he saw that the light was still on in Marie's office. He stuck his head in and smiled; Marie was sound asleep, head lying on her desk. Pulling his head out of the office door, he almost collided with his father who was carrying a cup of coffee. "Morning son," Bob smiled. "Morning Dad," Paul whispered back. "You don't let Marie sleep in bed anymore?" "Screw you, boy," Bob laughed. "She's got that Baggett trial coming up next week; you know that." "Depositions," Marie corrected him. "Probably won't go to trial until November, December." "Sorry, Marie," Paul apologized. "I didn't mean to wake you up. "Smell of coffee did that," she smiled and held out her hand for the mug. "Now, remember, doctor said no more than two cups of coffee a day," Bob warned her. "Yes sir, Daddy," Marie saluted him. "Hey, it's my baby too," Bob, said and kissed his fiancé's forehead, then nose, then lips, and Paul left the doorway before Bob could kiss any further down. Some things a boy just doesn't want to see his dad and future stepmother doing. "You embarrassed him," Marie giggled. "Did not!" Paul's voice floated back and Marie giggled again. ---- "Going to be a beautiful day," Candy whispered into Cindy's ear. "Don't want to miss it." "Come on, ten more minutes," Cindy begged. "Said that ten minutes ago," Candy reminded her. "Leave me alone, skunk breath," Cindy whined. "Tickle her," Pam suggested. "It's my bed," Cindy reminded them. "So?" Candy laughed and began to lightly run her hands up and down Cindy's ribs, seeking out the sensitive spots she knew were there. "Next time your mom and dad go on vacation, you're staying by yourself," Cindy complained. "You don't mean that," Candy said, worried. "Yep, leave you all alone in that big old house, me and Pam'll stay over here," Cindy said and stuck her tongue out at Candy. "Uh uh," Candy argued. "Uh huh," Cindy said and lightly pushed at Candy to make her move; she had to pee. "Fine, I'll just get Paul to come over," Candy said and sat up so that Cindy could get out of the bed. "I bet he'd be over in a flash." "Uh huh," Cindy smirked. "Like my mom and dad wouldn't kill him if y'all did try that." "They wouldn't find out," Candy said. "Unless you told them." ---- Jamie Baggett picked up the receiver and gritted her teeth. Her hand shook so bad she could barely punch in the telephone number. "Last house on the block," she laughed mirthlessly. She'd heard a lot of people call it that; it was the last option they had. It sure as hell wasn't the first choice for anyone she knew. "Central Office," a pleasant sounding female's voice came on the line. "Hello?" Jamie asked. "This A.A.?" "Yes it is," the pleasant sounding voice said. "Can I help you?" "God, I hope you can," Jamie said and started crying. "Oh, no, no, sweetie," the pleasant sounding voice said. "Nothing to cry about!" ---- Teddy reached over and slapped the snooze button on the alarm clock. He sleepily rolled out of the bed and smiled. The picture of him and Elizabeth at the Sweetheart Dance smiled back at him, just barely visible in the dim lighting. He better hurry up and shower, he rubbed his upper lips, and shaves and get dressed; she'd be waiting for him to take them to school. "Don't rub that; there's no hair there yet," Matt's voice said. "Man, butt hole, when your room going to be finished?" Teddy complained. "Today, tomorrow, got the last coat to put on it," Matt yawned and stretched. "Good," Teddy grumbled. "Hey at least you got two beds," Matt reminded him. "Billy and Jimmy are crammed together in Billy's little bitty bed." "Yeah, and Billy farts a lot," Teddy laughed. He rubbed his upper lip again. "And I do too have a mustache there," he declared. "Hmm, must be the light," Matt sneered. "Shut up, man," Teddy said again. ---- Ed Baggett had to admit; he was getting pretty good at cooking. He smiled as Elizabeth waltzed into the kitchen, acting like the queen of England. She sat down and adopted a haughty stance, waiting for her humble servant to bring her breakfast. With a giggle, the haughty pretense crumbled and she used her fingers to push back her mass of brown curls. "Morning Daddy," she smiled. "Good morning pumpkin," he smiled and slipped the last of the bacon out of the skillet not the wad of paper towels. "Bacon's bad for you," Elizabeth commented, but that did not stop her from putting four pieces on her plate. "It's turkey bacon save some for your brother," Ed smiled. "I don't like turkey bacon," Bill declared as he entered the kitchen and took his seat at the table. "Bull hockey," Ed said, trying to keep the smile on his face. "You ate it all last week, never said a word." "Good," Elizabeth declared. "More for me." Ed fought to keep the smile on his face, but it was hard. Looking at his son, all he could see was a cowardly woman beater. Even at the height of his anger, even when he was the most hurt to find out about Jamie's long lasting affair with Joseph Marcoloni, he'd never thought of hitting her. Even when she was being blatant about it, wrongly assuming that Ed was too stupid to see all the telltale signs, he'd never even dreamed of striking her. His son didn't seem to grasp the seriousness of the situation, did not seem to realize that this wasn't just going to go away. "Riding in with me today?" Bill asked Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked across the table at her twin brother, and then resumed eating the scrambled eggs. Bill waited for a response, and then his face began to darken with anger. "Answer your brother," Ed demanded. "No," Elizabeth curtly said. "I said, 'answer...'" Ed said. "I did," Elizabeth snapped. "No, I am not riding in with you. Teddy's picking me up." "Fine, fine," Bill grumbled. "Why don't you just take your mother's car?" Ed suggested to her. "'Cause," she smiled playfully. "I ain't got no money for no gas." "And ain't got no good grammar neither," Ed said and shook his head. ---- Emily Broussard smiled as the three girls sat at the breakfast table, chattering and squealing and laughing. She hoped that Bobbi and Jake were having fun in Puerto Rico, but knew that when they came back, her house would be so quiet, almost empty without the three girls. And in a few months, Cindy would be leaving for college and her house would really be empty, quiet, and lonely. She felt some moisture forming at the corners of her eyes and dabbed them away. She knew that Bill was talking about buying a houseboat and taking them for long weekends on the Atchafalaya, or on Lake Arthur when Cindy moved out. But that was just talk. He'd not saved up one penny to put toward the houseboat, even though every time he got on the Internet, he'd look for used houseboats listed. "Here's one, got three bedrooms and a shower, oh, and a full galley," he'd call out. "And thy only want sixty four thousand!" "Might as well be sixty four million," she would say under her breath. Emily gave the oatmeal one last stir and began to spoon it out into the four bowls. "No, no, listen, Cindy demanded. "You got to fill out the Pell Grant stuff first, then see if there's any other stuff, right Mom?" "Right," Emily said, not knowing what they were talking about. "But suppose you got a scholarship?" Candy insisted. "You don't got no scholarship," Cindy said. "How you know?" Candy demanded. "'Cause Candy, we both got the same grade point and I don't got a scholarship," Cindy stated and spooned the too hot oatmeal into her mouth. "Uh huh," Candy said smugly. "I'm going on the 'gorgeous blonde scholarship.'" "Shut up!" Cindy laughed and threw her napkin at her friend. "There's no such ting!" ---- "Argh, avast there, matey!" Elaine said as she walked into the kitchen. Carmen pursed her; lips. Elaine was wearing that stupid eye patch Elise had given her. Her blonde stubble was hidden underneath a black bandanna Elaine had twisted into a skullcap. "Damn it!" she yelled, nerves at the breaking point. "This isn't a joke, Elaine! It's not a joke!" "I know it's not a joke, Mom!" Elaine screamed back. "But maybe making jokes about it is the only way I haven't fucking killed myself yet, all right?" Carmen gasped as if she'd been slapped and looked at her now sobbing daughter. "Baby, baby, I'm so sorry," Carmen begged. "I know it's been horrible on you. I'm sorry. Carmen hugged her daughter tightly. Finally, Elaine gently pushed her mother away. I'm all right, I'm all right," Elaine sniffled. There was a knock at the front door and Carmen looked at it in confusion; who would be knocking at their door this early in the morning. She opened it up to see Miss Brown, the elderly black woman standing on her doorstep, looking quite upset. "Miss Brown, what on earth..." Carmen started. "You needed my help and ain't never called me?" Miss Brown accused. "What?" Carmen asked. "You about to lose your job you miss any more work and you ain't never called me once to come over?" Miss Brown shrilly demanded. "Miss Brown, I've already asked you to do too much," Carmen said. "I'm sitting over there, ain't doing nothing," Miss Brown said. "I'm right there, and you think you got to do it all by yourself?" Miss Brown asked. "Miss Brown, I am so sorry," Carmen said. "I just didn't want to impose any more than I already have," Carmen admitted. "What I got to do?" Miss Brown asked. "I got to beg you? All right, 'oh please, Miss Simone, please let me come over and watch over Elaine so you can get to work and don't have to lose your job.' There, How's that?" "Come on in here," Carmen laughed. "That's more like it," Miss Brown grumbled. "I swear, Elise didn't stop by every afternoon, I'd never know nothing what's going on over here." Carmen knew she should be angry with her younger daughter for telling Miss Brown she was in jeopardy of losing her job, but couldn't make herself get mad. "Oh ain't you the cutest pirate," Miss Brown laughed as she looked at Elaine. "Argh!" Elaine laughed. "You eat breakfast?" Miss Brown asked, smuggling into the kitchen. "I was getting ready to fix it," Carmen said. "Go get ready for work, I got it," Miss Brown said and began pulling out the pot for a big pot of grits. "Hi Miss Brown!" Elise happily greeted the neighbor as she bounded into the kitchen, already dressed for school. "You behave yourself for her, or I will kill you," Carmen hissed to Elaine. "Argh!" Elaine said. Chapter 62 Cindy Jensen looked over the brochures for UCLA and USC, making sure that everyone else in the cafeteria could also see that she was looking at the two California Universities. "Or, do you thick I'd be better off at Berkeley?" she asked Madison Marcoloni. Madison looked at her for a long moment, and then shrugged her shoulders. "Well, where are you going to college?" Cindy snapped, irritated that Madison was unimpressed with the brochures. "Vanderbilt," Madison said. "Academic scholarship." "Bull shit," Cindy Jensen said. "Got a four point eight nine grade point average," Madison said and shoved more of her avocado salad into her mouth. "Four point oh is the high-test you can get, retard," Cindy sneered. "Not if you're taking advanced courses, retard," Madison said. "She's right, Cindy," Sara said. "How would you know, dope head?" Cindy sneered. "'Cause I'm in the same classes," Sara sneered back. "Four point six oh, thank you very little." "Any of y'all ever go see Elaine?" Molly asked. "What, why?" Cindy asked. "'Cause she's out of the hospital," Molly said and shook her had at Cindy. Cindy Jensen looked over at the table where Paul, Cindy, Candy, and Pam sat, Paul and Cindy and Candy poring over their University of Louisiana at Monroe brochures. "Ooh, and you can take archery!" Candy said. "What you need that for, Robin Hood?" Paul laughed and Cindy and Pam laughed too. Candy stuck her tongue out at him. "It was just an idea, butt head," she said. "Don't stick that out unless you're going to use it," Paul said and she stuck it out again at him. ---- "I thought I was in love with him," Elaine confessed to Miss Brown. "Tell me, why?" Miss Brown asked. "He didn't treat you all that good now did he?" Elaine thought back. The entire relationship between her and Bill Baggett had been about sex. He had a long cock. He wasn't very good with it; he would just stick it in and hump until he came. Thankfully, Elaine had a quick trigger. He liked oral sex; getting it, not giving it. In fact, he never did anything to ensure that she enjoyed it. "No, not really," she admitted. "Baby, you so pretty, you deserve a man treat you like you a goddess, like you a queen," Miss Brown counseled. "Yeah, long line of guys wanting a girl with an eye patch," Elaine said bitterly. "It is cute," Miss Brown laughed. "But didn't your doctor get you a fake eye?" "Yeah, but it hurts," Elaine complained. "Honey, it going to hurt; you got to get used to it," Miss Brown said. "Now, go get it and put it in. We going to wear it for an hour today, and try for two tomorrow, and then three. Before long, you be wearing it all the time and never even know it there." "Yes ma'am," Elaine said. "You need help with it?" Miss Brown asked. "No, not really, it's pretty simple," Elaine said and steeled her to insert it. "Oh, now you can't even tell it ain't real," Miss Brown praised. "It look just like your other one, and brown is a real pretty color too." "You would say that!" Elaine laughed. "Miss Brown. Brown. Brown is a pretty color. Ha ha ha!" "Oh, I didn't even think about that, but you right!" Miss Brown laughed merrily. Now, what you want for lunch?" ---- Jamie had sat in dozens of A.A. meetings; she'd been to treatment centers six times, but this was the first time she could remember ever being nervous. The Lunch Time group met in a Methodist church in DeGarde, Louisiana. The woman that the Central Office had sent to pick her up smiled and greeted others and introduced them to Jamie. Jamie felt the tears of embarrassment begin as she tried to hold the cup of coffee that Claire had given her. Her hand shook so badly coffee sloshed everywhere. "Don't worry about it," Gabe smiled at her. "My first meeting, if they had given me a glass of milk, I would have given them back a glass of butter." "That's true," Clair laughed. "Shake? He was shaking so bad the chair was rattling!" "That's why we use paper cups," another woman smiled. "But what am I supposed to do?" Jamie wailed. "What you're doing is fine," Claire said. "Or you can do what I had to do," the other woman suggested. "I had to just sit on my hands for the first three months." The meeting got under way and Jamie sat and listened. She listened as Claire, a prim and proper looking woman, a woman that looked like she wouldn't even know the meaning of any curse words, shared about being a drunken slut that would leap with anyone, male or female, so long as they would buy her a drink. "Well, I would sleep with anyone, except my husband," she laughed. "'Cause he didn't like me drinking! Like it was his loss, not having to smell me breathing whiskey in his face, saying 'hurry up, the ice is melting.'" Gabe shared about the bitterness he felt at disappointing his wife when he'd slipped last year. "Even my baby girl, the one that believed that Daddy can do anything, Daddy can do no wrong, she looked at me with such hurt in her eyes I couldn't even enjoy my 'big night out,'" Gabe said and blew his nose. "He's a big girl, he cries at every meeting," Claire whispered loud enough for Gabe to hear her. He laughed, blew his nose again and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, I am a big girl," he admitted. "But I'm living proof that even sissies can get sober." After the meeting, Claire invited Jamie to join her and her sponsor at Delphy's Diner for a quick lunch. Jamie sat and listened as the two women laughed and chattered. She couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed, a genuine laugh. Jamie was quiet for the long ride back to her empty apartment. "Okay, you got my phone number, and I know Myrtle gave you her phone number," Claire said cheerfully. "Thank you," Jamie said sincerely. ---- Ed Baggett looked through the plate glass window of his office. The production line below was hustling; no one could ever accuse the majority of his workers of being lazy. "Except Doug Jensen," he thought, looking over the third shift's P&L statements. A flash of color out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Obviously it caught quite a few peoples' attentions; work slowed down as Daphne sashayed her way from the front doors to her office located just below Ed's office. Daphne was a thirty-year-old red head with pneumatic breasts, a slender waist and nice bubble butt. Her height of six feet made her tower over many of the Cajun males that worked there, but that didn't stop them from lusting over her. She wore her hair long and her skirts short. As usual, her clothing was bright, loud colors, designed to get attention. As if she needed bright colors to get anyone's attention. She looked up at Ed's window and smiled her mysterious little smile, then continued her progress to her office. As soon as the accountant's office door closed, production picked up again. "Damn, but I would love to bend her over my desk," Ed muttered to himself, then continued to look at the spreadsheet she'd mapped out for him. So would ninety percent of the male Employees at the Bender mattress factory. Ed wondered how many of them would feel that way if they knew that Daphne Guidry used to be David Guidry. Her reassignment surgeries were a huge success as far as he could tell. Chapter 63 Bob felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The guy that was looking at the GTO just didn't seem right. "Shit, I bet that's the same guy Paul was telling me about," Bob muttered as he pulled himself out from under the 1979 Firebird. He cleaned his hands of the grease and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. "Hey, Dick," he said into the phone when his brother answered. Gary looked over the prized GTO, and then pulled out the wad of cash. He'd put down a 'down payment' on the fucking car, then the stupid mother fucker could just kiss his ass for the rest of it; he'd be in Mexico. "Help you?" the stupid mother fucker that owned the lot was asking him. Dick kept the siren and lights off, as did the other patrol car, driven by Jackson. They knew who Gary was, knew that Bob was in a lot of trouble but Dick hadn't said anything, not wanting his brother to possibly tip Gary off. "Put half down, let me pay off the rest over time?" Gary asked, forcing a friendly smile to his lips. "Cash." The Broussard Sisters Ch. 07 "Sure," Bob shrugged. "And you can get the keys when it's paid off in full." Gary lost the smile. He reached into his pocket for his nine millimeter; this dumb ass wasn't going to get anything now. "I wouldn't do that," Bob said, no smile on his face either. "Yeah?" Gary sneered. "Turn around," Bob suggested and Gary looked over his shoulder as two police officers approached, revolvers drawn and ready. Gary went to pull the nine-millimeter out anyway; he wasn't about to go back to prison. He'd rather be dead, and didn't mind killing one or two fucking pigs in the process. Bob kicked Gary in his crotch as hard as he could. Bob wore steel toe work boots; Gary literally couldn't think for a few minutes. He was handcuffed and in the back of Dick's squad are before he was able to breathe again. "Fucking police brutality," Gary choked out. "I'm going to fucking sue the shit out of you." "Why?" Dick smiled. "I didn't kick you. That other guy did. And he ain't even a cop." ---- "Come on, Candy," Paul laughed. "I'm going to be late for work! That's why I don't like it when y'all drive." "Yeah, you're going to be late," Pam, whispered in his ear. "We're taking you to the Basin." "Come on," Paul laughed again. "You don't want to make love to us?" Pam asked, pouting slightly "Of cores I do, but not in the back of a Toyota," Paul complained. "We're not going to be doing THAT," Cindy said. "We just want to, well, you know." "Suck face, swap spit, lick tonsils," Candy laughed as she found a place to park. She spotted Teddy Lemoyne's car but didn't look to see if she could see inside of the car. "Oh no!" Elizabeth laughed as she worked her blouse back down. "The Broussard sisters are here!" "Uh huh," Teddy said, on the verge of climaxing from Elizabeth's hand job. He looked over and groaned as he saw Candy and Cindy kiss each other. Elizabeth looked over at the Broussard sisters then looked back at him. "That turn you on?" she asked. "Two girls making out?" "Uh, well, yeah, I mean, you know," he stammered. "Shut up, men are such disgusting pigs," she huffed, but sped up her hand on his cock. She watched as Pam's head popped up between Candy and Cindy's heads. Pam put her small hand on the back of Candy's head and fed her a little of Paul's semen. Then she turned and fed Cindy a little of Paul's semen. The bulk of it, she had swallowed as Paul was filling her mouth with it. She wasn't stupid; she knew Candy or Cindy would try to steal as much of Paul's semen as they could. Elisabeth watched as Candy pulled away from Cindy and opened her mouth for Pam's tongue. Cindy was next to suck a kiss from Pam, and then Pam disappeared from sight again. Quickly, Elizabeth put her head into Teddy's lap and teased the head of his cock with her tongue. "mmm," Candy savored the taste of Paul's semen, then leaned over and Kissed Cindy again. In the back seat, Paul groaned as Pam again stuffed his wilting cock into her small mouth. "Told you were going to be late," Cindy giggled then groaned as Candy's fingers slid into her panties. "Think you can come again?" Pam begged. ---- "Miss Brown, what are you doing for dinner tonight?" Carmen asked as the elderly black woman prepared to leave the house. "Oh, I got me some ground turkey defrosting, make myself a nice meatloaf," she said. "Best thing 'bout that, next day you make yourself a meatloaf sandwich; now that's good!" "Well, on Friday nights, we like to go out to Manny's," Carmen said. "I'd really love it if you'd join us, our treat." "Yeah, please, Miss Brown?" Elise begged. "Please?" Elaine echoed. "Oh, well, I don't know," Miss Brown hesitated. "Please?" Elaine asked again. "I'll wear my eye if you come." "Well, then all right then," Miss Brown decided. "Go put your eye in." "Miss Brown, I really don't know how I can ever thank you enough," Carmen insisted as Elaine ran upstairs to get her prosthetic eye. : Miss Simone," Miss Brown said tersely. "It's Carmen," Carmen said. "Fine, fine, Miss Carmen, I'm sitting over there, ain't got nothing to do all day long, I done raised my kids, done all right if I may say so myself, and you over here, struggling to raise two girls, hold down a job, and all by yourself?" She leaned closer to Carmen. "Well, you ain't by yourself, not so long As I'm around," she said. "Thank you," Carmen said sincerely. "Mom!" Elaine yelled. "Elise is being a brat!" "Mom, teller she can't wear that stupid bandanna, Elise called downstairs "Elaine, please, put the pirate hat away, just for one night," Carmen begged. "But Mom," Elaine said, close to tears. "What am I supposed to do? I look like Frankenstein!" "You got a baseball cap; wear that," Carmen suggested. "Oh yeah," Elaine said, mollified. "Girls," Carmen said to Miss Brown and rolled her eyes. "Oh, I know, I know, I raised me one of them too," Miss Brown said. ---- Ed looked up as someone rapped on his door. "Come in," he called out. Daphne entered, that mysterious little smile on her lips and put some more spreadsheets on his desk. "Month end projections," she said. "Third shift at a loss again." Ed took a moment to respond; from his seated position, he was almost able to peer up her very short skirt. Her four-inch heels aisled in giving him a little leeway in peering up the skirt. "How they looking for the quarter?" he finally managed to ask while quickly pulling up the previous month's spreadsheets on his computer. "The same. First and second quarters too," Daphne said and took a seat across from Ed. "We're paying forty eight men the same salary we're paying sixty men on the first and second shifts and getting nearly fifty percent less output." Again, Ed found it hard to concentrate on her words; he was sure that he'd be able to peer up her skirt if he leaned forward in his chair. She leaned forward and he could see the large swell of her breasts and the lacy top of her bra "Doug Jensen," Daphne said. Her dislike of the man was obvious in the way she said his name. "I'm sure there are other factors," Ed said weakly. "Not according to the archives," Daphne said. "You know what?" Ed said, sitting back. "He's Jamie's sister's nephew, not mine. Fuck him." "No thanks!" Daphne said. She stood up and walked to the door, taking her long, slow, deliberate steps. She looked over her shoulder at him, smiled that little smile of hers. "You're much more my type anyway," she said and opened the door. "Power is such an aphrodisiac, don't you think?" "I do now," he admitted and she laughed out loud as she closed the door behind her. "God, Elizabeth and Bill would be mortified to have another woman sitting at the breakfast table," Ed laughed to himself. "Especially if they found out 'She' used to be a 'He.'" He frowned to himself. Why would they have to find out? He picked up the telephone and dialed Marie Soileau's phone number. ---- Marie looked at the telephone and groaned; Ed Baggett's phone number popped up on the caller ID box. "Hello?" she asked. "Marie? Ed Baggett here," he said cheerfully. Marie frowned; normally Ed did not sound very cheerful. "Well, since no papers have been filed, other than your petition for a divorce on the grounds of adultery, you are legally still married to Jamie," she advised. "So, I must caution you against any sexual liaisons. However, as you say this woman is your accounts manager, a business dinner is certainly within your rights." "Well, it is about time," Daphne said happily when Ed Baggett asked her out to dinner. "I was beginning to think I'd have to ask you out!" "Just business," Ed warned. "Uh huh, and I have a wonderful collection of vintage wines at my home," Daphne giggled happily. "If you're too drunk to drive, you'll just have to stay the night, now won't you?" Then She grew serious. "You do know about my, um, that I used to be..." she whispered into the mouthpiece. "I know what you used to be, but I also know what you are now," Ed assured her. "And you're okay with that?" she asked, still unsure. Ed smiled; out on the floor, and even in his office, Daphne displayed a seductive, sultry, self-assured persona. But in the face of any real emotions, she was a frightened little girl. :As far as I'm concerned, Daphne Guidry is a beautiful woman, a beautiful woman I will enjoy having dinner with tonight," he said and she giggled happily again. Chapter 64 Teddy strummed his pride and joy, his Gibson Les Paul. "Wow, seventeen hundred bucks and you still suck," Matt jeered as he pulled the last of his clothes out of Teddy's closet to bring back to his own room. "Shut up," Teddy said. "Better than you!" "I'm just kidding, dumb ass," Matt said and left Teddy's room. ""Teddy, there's some beautiful young lady here for you!" he heard his dad call out and he quickly put the guitar back into its case and slid the case under the bed. "Thank you Mr. Lemoine," Elizabeth smiled at Teddy's dad. "Hey," Teddy said as he greeted her. "Hey, Bombay's okay with you?" Elizabeth asked as they left the Lemoine home. "Um, sure," Teddy said, slightly confused. He could see a strawberry blonde sitting in the back seat of Elizabeth's mom's car. "Oh, I hope you don't mind, but I invited Missy to come with us," Elizabeth said lightly. "Um, no, no, I guess not," Teddy said, quickly calculating in his mind how much money he had; if it would be enough. "And get whatever you want; Missy's paying," Elizabeth whispered as she hit the automatic door lock switch on her key chain. Missy was nervous, agitated, and kept a rambling, almost frenzied monologue running the entire way to Bombay. Finally, when they pulled into the parking lot, Elizabeth turned around and faced the girl. "Missy, calm down," she laughed. "We're just going to eat, that's all, okay?" "Oh, okay," Missy said, not calming down at all. ---- Marie gave her 'hero' a 'hero's welcome.' Dick had told him afterward, after they had Gary handcuffed and safely stowed in the rear of his squad car, that Gary had been identified to them as Patsy's killer. "Oh, yeah, fuck me," she encouraged, legs locked around Bob's waist. "Damn," Bob grunted. He loved when his woman talked dirty to him. "Oh, yes," Marie groaned again. "Fuck me, fuck me with that big cock of yours." "Oh shit," Bob grunted again; he was real close to his climax. "Come on, Baby," she urged. "Come in my pussy, let me feel your come shooting inside my pussy." That did it; bob groaned as spurt after spurt shot out of him. ---- Paul was glad that there war no engines to work on; they only thing they had to do was the paint job on the Pontiac Firebird and he couldn't do that at night. He was glad there was no real work to do, because the Broussard sisters were being a definite distraction. He was kissing Cindy, feeling her small breasts with one hand, while the either hand gripped her fleshy buttocks. "You are so beautiful," he whispered in her ear, eliciting a sigh from her. "Love you," she whispered back, and ran her fingers along his chest. "Love you too," he said and lightly tickled her anus with the tip of his finger. Like my butt, huh?" she giggled. "Uh huh," he said. Candy nudged him lightly. "My turn she demanded. Cindy grabbed Pam around her waist and pulled the girl to her for a passionate kiss. Pam groaned as Cindy lightly squeezed her buttocks in her hands. Paul groaned as Candy unzipped his jeans, then sank to her knees in front of him. Pam and Cindy pulled apart and watched as Candy took Paul's throbbing erection out and began to suck on it. "You are such a nasty girl," Cindy hissed in Candy's ear, then knelt down behind Candy and ran her hand along the seam of Candy's jeans, feeling the heat from Candy's pussy. "Mm hmm," Candy moaned around Paul's cock. Cindy unzipped Candy's jeans and stuck a hand inside the waistband of Candy's panties. "Don't," Candy complained. "I'm too close, oh!" she fell forward and shuddered in orgasm as Cindy's fingers grazed her clitoris. Cindy leaned close and took the head of Paul's cock into her mouth as Candy shuddered through another orgasm. "Oh, no fair!" Candy moaned as Paul's hips began to jerk spasmodically. Cindy's cheeks bulged as she held Paul's semen. She crooked her finger, motioning Pam closer. Pam leaned over and took the generous mouth that Cindy forced into her mouth. Candy groaned again; Cindy still tickled her clitoris. It was growing nearly painful and she weakly tried to dislodges Cindy's hand from her panties. "Stop, please," she begged. Cindy leaned over and fed a little of Paul's semen to Candy. "Why?" she breathed in Candy's ear. "Don't you like it?" "Love it," Candy admitted. "Just can't breathe!" "with a giggle, Cindy stopped her assault on Candy's pussy. She wormed her hand around to the rear of Candy's jeans and began to tickle Candy's anus. "Cindy!" Candy squealed. "What're you doing?" "Doing your butt," Cindy giggled. "Well, stop that" Candy demanded. "Why?" Cindy asked. "'Cause it feels funny," Candy said. "Paul likes to do that to me," Cindy whispered into Candy's ear then kissed her friend's cheek softly. "But I'll stop if you want me to." "Wait. Don't stop," Candy begged and wiggled her butt. Cindy wormed a finger, wet from Candy's pussy, into Candy's rectum. Candy hissed out as another finger was added. "Oh, damn, damn, that really feels weird," Candy moaned and tried to wiggle away, but she was trapped between Paul and Cindy. Paul felt his cock began to grow again, then cursed as a pair of headlights pulled into the parking lot. "Y'all, got a customer," he warned and zipped up his jeans. Cindy got to her feet and helped Candy to hers. Am tucked her blouse back into her jeans as Cindy and Candy zipped up their jeans. ---- "Ooh, that was some spicy stuff," Miss Brown said from the rear sat of the car, fanning her sweating face. "Yeah," Elaine said. :I'm sweating too." "But it was good," Miss Brown said. "That's my favorite place in the whole wide world," Elise said from the front seat. Carmen pulled up into the driveway of their home. Miss Brown said her good nights and Carmen stood and watched to make sure that Miss Brown made it safely into her house before she went into her own house. "Okay, Elise, Elaine, I've got to go into the office tomorrow, there's a mountain of work; y'all think I can leave y'all alone tomorrow, or should I get Miss Brown over here?" she asked. "I'll be fine," Elaine assured her. "In fact, I might even go to school on Monday." "Really?" Carmen said. "You know, they aren't going to let you get away with that bandanna." "You know what?" Elaine said and took the baseball cap off. It ain't like it's a big secret. I had my head shaved in the hospital, got a bunch of staples put in." "Good, good," Carmen said. "I'm proud of you." "What?" Elise said. "I went to school all this week! You ain't proud of me!" "Yes I am," Carmen said. "Sometimes I just forget to say it, but yes I am." ---- Missy was babbling almost incoherently as she let them into the house. "Missy, shut up for a minute," Elizabeth complained. "Damn, you're giving me a headache!" "Sorry, I'm just nervous, you know?" Missy confessed. "No joke," Elizabeth snapped. Teddy wondered what Missy was nervous about. He also wondered what they were doing at Missy's house. "My old man's working a double," Missy said as she went into the kitchen. "Um, you want a beer or something?" "No thanks," Elizabeth said. Her mother's drinking, drunkenness had taught her that she really didn't want any thing to do with alcohol. "Um, oh, um, okay," Missy said, still nervous. "Come here," Elizabeth said softly and pulled missy to the couch. She turned on the table lamp, then ran over to the wall switch and turned off the harsh overhead light. With a playful smile to Teddy, who stood in the middle of the living room, unsure of what to do, she sat down next to Missy. She took both of Missy's fidgeting hands into her own and leaned close to the skinny girl. "Relax," she whispered in softly pressed her lips to Missy's lips. She then looked back at Teddy and smiled impishly. "Like that?" she asked. "Uh huh," Teddy said, nodding his head. His cock was throbbing, Begging to be released from his jeans. "Would you like it if I did this?" Elizabeth asked and turned back to face Missy again. She opened her mouth and lightly licked Missy's lips, making sure that her tongue was visible to Teddy. Missy moaned and reached out with her own tongue to lick Elizabeth's tongue. Both girls then kissed deeply. Elizabeth still held onto Missy's hands and squeezed them tightly. This was supposed to turn Teddy on, but she found it was turning her on too. She smiled at Missy, then turned to face Teddy again. "Would you like it if I did this?" she asked and released Missy's hands. She began to unbutton Missy's silk blouse, kissing along Missy's neck and shoulders as she did so. Missy fought back a squeal as the wonderful feelings enveloped her. Elizabeth slipped Missy's blouse off of her shoulders, revealing Missy's small lacey bra. Missy's A Cup breasts moved slightly with her ragged breathing. "Or would you rather I let her...?" Elizabeth asked and put Missy's hands on the buttons of her blouse. "Shit!" Teddy groaned and flooded his briefs with semen. Missy looked into Elizabeth's dark eyes, then leaned forward for another kiss with she removed Elizabeth's blouse. "Does he have to be here?" Missy asked softly. "He's here, or I'm out of here," Elizabeth said firmly. Missy looked at him, then looked back into Elizabeth's dark eyes, then slowly nodded her head in agreement. "Think it'd be all hot and shit if I..?" Elizabeth asked Teddy and slipped Missy's bra down and took one of Missy's small nipples into her mouth. "Oh!" Missy squealed and cradled Elizabeth's head to her small breast. Elizabeth nuzzled Missy's nipple then bit down lightly as she slipped the other bra cup down. She shifted her mouth to the other breast, but continued to stimulate the first breast with her fingers. Missy shuddered in orgasm and began to paw insistently at Elizabeth's bra, blindly trying to remove it. Elizabeth laughed lightly and sat up. She removed her bra and held out a large breast for Missy's mouth. "Oh!" she gasped and sighed as Missy made love to her breast. She combed her fingers through Missy's blonde hair as Missy licked and sucked not just Elizabeth's nipple, but her entire breast. "You like that, Teddy?" Elizabeth asked, ruining Missy's enjoyment. "Uh huh," Teddy croaked. Elizabeth pulled missy's head back up and kissed the girl deeply. Both eighteen year old hugged fiercely, mashing their breasts together. Then Elizabeth pulled away and kissed Missy again. "Think it'd be real hot if I..." Elizabeth asked and unzipped Missy's jeans slowly. "Oh, you nasty bitch!" Elizabeth laughed. "You're not wearing any panties!" Teddy looked and could see the light blonde curls visible through the opening of Missy's jeans. "Like that, Teddy?" Elizabeth asked. "Like seeing your girlfriend playing with another girl?" "Uh huh," Teddy admitted. "How far you want me to go, Teddy?" Elizabeht moaned. "You want me to finger fuck her? Want me to eat her? Want me to sit on her face? Tell me what you want, Teddy." "Stop it!" Missy screamed out and began to cry. The skinny blonde ran from the room, sobbing. Elizabeht looked at Teddy, shocked. After a moment, she slowly dressed, then got to her feet. ---- "Are you sure?" Daphne said, her mysterious little smile on display. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 07 She thrust her chest out a little and Ed groaned good-naturedly. "Hey Daphne," he said. "A man can only take so much. But no, I'd better go." He softly kissed her lips. "That way I'll have something to look forward to for the next time," he said. "There had better be a next time," Daphne hissed in his ear. "You hear me, Mr. Baggett?" He kissed her lips again, then released her from the embrace so that she could unlock the door of her house. "There will be a next time, and I'm already looking forward to it," he promised. "He lightly ran a fingertip along her spine then turned to leave. "Ooh! And men call me a tease," Daphne complained. "Uh huh," Ed laughed as he unlocked his car door. Chapter 65 Emily Broussard held up a postcard as the three girls entered the house, laughing, chattering and squealing. "Got a postcard from Miss Bobbi and Mr. Jake," she called out. "Ooh, what's it say?" Candy demanded. "Dear Emily, Bill, Candy, Cindy, Pam, and Beaux," Emily read aloud. "We've decided to move here, sell the house and the cars and throw Beaux and Candy and Pam out on the curb." "Uh uh!" Candy squealed. "It doesn't say that!"" "Right here, in black and white," Emily laughed and showed it to Candy. "But we'll probably start to miss them in about a million years or two, so I guess we'll come on home anyway," Candy read on. "Give me that," Emily said and pulled it back out of Candy's hand. "The weather here is beautiful, and the beaches are unbelievable, but I look fat in a bathing suit so I don't go out on the beach all that much. Jake has got a sunburn; he says it's a suntan, it's not." "The beach does look beautiful," Pam commented, looking at the face of the postcard as Miss Emily read from it. "Yeah, we should go back to Fort Walton as soon as school is over," Cindy agreed. "Y'all want to run your mouths or hear this post card?" Emily asked. "Y'all have been to Fort Walton Beach?" Pam asked. "Well I guess there's my answer," Emily said. "No, no, go on," Cindy urged. "Okay, then she says 'See you soon. Love Bobbi and Jake,'" Emily laughed. "Oh!" Candy growled at Emily. ---- Elizabeht quietly entered the bedroom and put her hand on the back of the sobbing Missy. "Go away," Missy sobbed out. "No," Elizabeht said quietly and rubbed up and down the slender girl's back. "Go away, stupid fucking whore!" Missy screamed. "No," Elizabeth said again and lay down on the bed next to Missy. "You're upset about something; I'm afraid I did something wrong and I don't know what I did, but I didn't mean to hurt you." "I'm not, I don't want to be, and you were just using me to turn your stupid fucking boyfriend on!" Missy coughed out. "Missy, I am so sorry," Elizabeth said sincerely. "Yes, I was using you to turn Teddy on, but if I had known it would hurt you, I would have never ever done it." "Well, it did, it does hurt," Missy spat out. "I see that, and please believe me, I am so sorry," Elizabeth said, still rubbing up and down Missy's back. "Fine, whatever," Missy said dourly. "Friends?" Elizabeht asked. "What?" Missy said and looked at Elizabeth bitterly. "I said," Elizabeth started. "I heard you," Missy said angrily. "It's just, we've never been, and we ain't friends. You never even ever talked to me until today." "Again, I am so sorry for hurting you," Elizabeht said. "And I promise, that's going to change right now." She pressed her lips to Missy's and after a moment's hesitation, Missy returned the kiss. "Think your dad would mind if you spent the night at my house?" Elizabeht asked. "Um, no, I guess not," Missy stammered. "Good, get something to sleep in, oh and some jeans or something for tomorrow; I like to go down to Lafayette; they have a pretty cool mall, okay?" Elizabeht rattled off. "Teddy ain't coming, is he?" Missy asked. "No, it'll just be you and me," Elizabeht said and kissed Missy again. "I um, I like the way you kiss," Missy admitted, hot blush on full display. "I like the way you kiss too," Elizabeht admitted, no blush on her face. Teddy got to his feet when the two girls entered the living room but Elizabeht shook her head, letting him know to be quiet. Missy scrawled out a note for her father and put Elizabeth's cell phone number, then the trio left the house. Missy sat in the back, stone quiet, while Elizabeht drove Teddy home. Missy stared straight ahead while Elizabeth kissed Teddy goodnight. "Okay, see you tomorrow night?" she asked. "How about Manny's; I got a hankering for Mexican, that okay?" "Okay," Teddy agreed readily enough. "Good night." He turned and wished Missy a good night as well, but she ignored him. ---- "You really going to go to school on Monday?" Elise asked Elaine. "Yeah, I'm bored out of my mind," Elaine said and popped her prosthetic eye out and put it into the container. "Ew, gross!" Elise said. "Yeah, want to see what the inside of my head looks like?" Elaine teased. "No!" Elise shrieked. "Girls," Carmen warned from her room. "You know, he's going to be there," Elise said quietly. She was talking about Bill Baggett. Elaine looked down at her desktop and nodded her head slowly. Finally, she looked up at Elise. "Got to face him sooner or later," Elaine said quietly. "Can't hide forever." "I love you so much," Elise declared. "I love you too," Elaine said. "I mean, I'd never have the guts to do it," Elise went on. "Elise, I'm already going to have to go to summer school; I missed almost six whole weeks; Elaine said. "I miss anymore school, I'll have to go next year." "I'd just go next year," Elise declared. "Listen to me," Elaine said. "If I can do it, you can do it. I don't ever, ever want you to let anyone put you down, don't you ever let anyone ruin your life, push you around, you hear? You're far too beautiful to let anyone else push you around." I'm beautiful?" Elise asked, incredulous. "Yes, drop dead gorgeous," Elaine declared. "Hell, you're almost as beautiful as me!" "No I'm not," Elise said. "Yes, yes you are, Elise," Elaine said seriously. "I don't ever want to hear you say you're not, and I don't ever want to hear anyone else say it either." ---- Ed smiled as Elizabeht and an unknown girl came into the house, chattering. Missy grew silent at the sight of him. "Hey Dad," Elizabeht smiled. "This is my friend Missy; she goes to my school." "Hi Missy," he said. "Ed Baggett." "Hello," Missy mumbled. "Dad, it all right if Missy spends the night; her dad's working a double shift," Elizabeth was rattling off as she was pulling Missy up the stairs. "Suppose so since you've already made up your mind she's going to," Ed said good-naturedly. Bill Baggett sneered at Missy; he'd heard rumors around school that Missy Webber was a rug-munching dyke. She averted her eyes, but Elizabeth returned his sneer with a sneer of her own. They did not speak to him, just walked past him and walked into her room. "Uh!" he heard Missy complain as he pressed his ear to the vent. "He makes my stomach turn!" "Mine too," Elizabeht admitted. "I got to eat breakfast with him." "Think I'd rather starve," Missy said. Bill did not hear the rest; tears of self-pity began to course down his face and he lay down on his bed. Chapter 66 Candy kissed Cindy's ear softly. "I love you," she whispered, then slipped out of the bed. The top of Pam's head was just visible under the covers and she kissed the top of Pam's head. "I love you," she said and pulled on her sorts and tee shirt. "Where're you going?" Pam whispered. "Feed Beaux, let him out into the back yard," Candy whispered. "Okay," Pam said and snuggled back down. "Unless you want to do it," Candy teased. "Will if you wan me to," Pam agreed. "No, no, go back to sleep," Candy said. "Will you two shut up?" Cindy groaned. "You shut up," Pam said. "Mighty brave for someone who's ticklish," Cindy warned. "You're ticklish too," Pam teased back. "Hurry back," Cindy said to Candy. "Pam's going to need your help; I'll be whipping her butt." "Nuh uh," Pam giggled. Candy slipped out of the bedroom. Seven thirty eight; she wondered if it was too early to call Paul, tell him she loved him, confess her undying love for him. ---- Elizabeht smiled as Missy stretched, then looked around in some confusion. "Hey," she said and squeezed Missy's hand. "Hey," Missy said and smiled back. "Sleep good?" Elizabeht asked. "God, your bed is the best!" Missy praised. "I bet I was asleep the minute I laid down!" "Yeah, pretty much," Elizabeth agreed. "You snore, you know that" "I do not!" Missy denied. "Uh huh," Elizabeht laughed. "Either that or you sleep real loud!" "Yeah, well you, you..." Missy said, then shook her head. "It's all right," Elizabeht smiled. "It's not too god-awful bad." "Um, I got to pee," Missy said. "Okay, come on," Elizabeht smiled and pulled Missy out of the bed. Missy wanted to groan she wanted to squeal; she wanted to pull the voluptuous Elizabeht back into the bed and kiss her and squeeze her and make love to her. Elizabeth was wearing a camisole top and skimpy little panties. Missy watched her beautiful ass wiggle and sway as Elizabeht led the way to the bathroom. Missy also wanted to cry; Elizabeht held firmly onto Missy's hand the entire way. "Okay?" Elizabeth asked. "Or you want some privacy?" "It's cool," Missy said and pulled up her long tee shirt and squatted on the commode. "I'm jealous," Elizabeht declared and smiled. "I wish I were a blonde." "God, you're too beautiful already," Missy laughed, pleased. "How come you don't wear any undies?" Elizabeht asked. "Don't know, just kind of feels, um, you know, more, I don't like underwear," Missy stammered. "I don't know," Elizabeht said. "I thick I'd feel kind of weird, not having anything on. Why don't you try it and find out?" Missy asked, looking directly at Elizabeth's crotch. "Uh uh," Elizabeht laughed. "You about done?" "Uh huh," Missy said and stood up. Elizabeht dropped her panties to the floor and squatted. "Oh, you shave it!" Missy moaned. "What's that feel like?" "Let me finish peeing first," Elizabeht said. "Oh, I love it," Missy said as she watched Elizabeht. Finally, Elizabeht finished peeing, wiped her pussy, then flushed the toilet. She smiled at missy and spread her legs wide. "I do need to shave; I didn't shave yesterday," Elizabeht said. Missy shuddered in a small orgasm as she ran her fingers over the slight stubble patch. "God, I'd love to eat you," she whispered. "And I'd love to eat you," Elizabeth whispered back. "But I'm not going to do anything without Teddy. Okay?" "Fine," Missy sulked. "Don't be that way," Elizabeht begged. "I said 'Fine,'" Missy grumbled. "Hey, at least I'm being honest with you," Elizabeth reminded her. "You're right," Missy agreed. "You're being honest." "You let Teddy join us," Elizabeht said as she pulled up her panties. "I'll make love to you, do whatever you want." "That's not fair," Missy moaned. ""Maybe not," Elizabeht smiled and kissed Missy. "But that's the deal." ---- Ed smiled as Daphne's home number popped up in the caller ID box. "If you aren't the sweetest man in the whole world," she gushed into the phone. "I've never gotten flowers before!" "I'm glad you like them," he smiled. "I find that hard to believe, though, that a beautiful woman like you've never gotten flowers before." "Mr. Baggett, a girl never lies about that," she laughed into the phone. "Call me Ed," he smiled. "We're not at the office." "No, Mr. Baggett," she said playfully. "I'm going to call you 'Mr. Baggett' until we become lovers. Then I'll call you 'Eddie.'" He laughed out loud. "Daphne, no one calls me 'Eddie,'" he said. "Not yet," she agreed. "You like Indian food?" he asked her. "I don't believe I've ever had Indian food," she said. "There's this little hole in the wall in Kimble; Elizabeth tells me it's great," Ed said. "Will I get flowers if I say 'yes?'" she teased. "We'll see," he laughed. "It's a date, Mr. Baggett," she said. "But see if they can deliver the flowers a little later; I was stretched out on my bed, wearing nothing but my panties and a smile. They're my favorite; they're pink thongs. But I was nice to him; I put my robe on before I opened the door." "So, what are you wearing right now?" Ed asked in a low voice. "Oh, Mr. Baggett!" she laughed. "I took the robe off as soon as I closed the door, so it's just me in my little itty bitty thongs. Do you like thong panties, Mr. Baggett?" ---- Paul laughed as he hung up the phone. Candy, and Cindy, and Pam, they still made him smile with their genuine happiness and excitement. Candy had called him, woke him up; he would have been awake in seven more minutes, but she had no way of knowing that. From the moment he said 'Hello' to the moment he said 'Love you too,' she kept up a rambling monologue about how much she loved him. "Yeah, I'm over here in just my shorts and tee shirt," she had whispered in what she hoped was a seductive tone. "I don't even have a bra on." It was a seductive tone, soft and sultry in his ear. He could envision her, small nipples hard in the early morning chill, beautiful ass pushing and straining against her shorts. He could imagine stepping up behind her, putting his arms around her, cupping her small breasts and pinching them hard, the way she liked it. He could imagine kissing her ear, her neck, and her shoulders. He could imagine pulling her shorts down; he knew the shorts she was wearing and he did love the way they stretched across her fleshy globes. He could imagine pressing the head of his cock against her tightly puckered anus and pressing himself in. "Damn," he sighed as he shot a large amount of his semen into the wad of tissues. ---- Ed smiled warmly at the two chattering girls and wondered why Bill was alternating between glaring at or sneering at Elizabeth's blonde friend. The girls ate ravenously, then both dashed back up the stairs to get ready to drive out to the mall. "Why don't you go somewhere today?" Ed asked his son. "Nowhere to go," Bill shrugged his shoulders. "So, you're just going to sit around the whole day, doing nothing?" Ed said, reminding himself not to snap at the lout. "Yeah," Bill shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with inactivity. "Beautiful day, be a shame to waste it," Ed said. "Yeah, but who'm I supposed to hang out with?" Bill whined. "Hey, here's an idea," Ed said. "Why don't you go down and see how your mother is doing?" "Uh huh," Bill sneered. "Like I want to hang out with my mother." "Well, maybe if you'd been a little nicer to Missy, they'd let you hang out with them," Ed said and began to scrub the pan clean. "I don't think so," Bill guffawed. "I'm not her type." "Oh?" Ed thought. "She doesn't like bullies that eat up on their girlfriends? Gee can't imagine why not." "Yeah," Bill went on. "Elizabeth's her type." "Her?" Ed asked in surprise. "That pretty girl's gay?" "What I heard," Bill said. "Hmm, I'd have never guessed," was Ed's comment as he finished scrubbing the pan. "Doesn't bother you?" Bill asked, surprised. "No, why should it?" Ed asked. "'Cause she's this big Lesbo bitch, and she's hanging out with Elizabeht." "Son, the word is 'lesbian' or 'gay,' not 'lesbo bitch,'" Ed sighed. "Lesbianism is not something to be ashamed of, or made fun of." He dried his hands on a dishtowel. "I mean, I'm surprised; she's a very attractive young lady, but do I mind her hanging out with Elizabeth? Not at all," Ed said and turned around. He saw a movement by the stairs and looked over to see Missy standing there. He smiled at her and she looked at him. "Thank you, Mr. Baggett," she said. "For what?" Ed asked. She turned and went back up the stairs. ---- Jamie smiled, almost triumphantly as she was able to hold the cup of coffee and bring it to her lips. "Okay, let's get this meeting started," Molly smiled. "Welcome to the Doughnuts and a Resentment group." Claire had laughed when Jamie asked her about the meeting's name. "Years ago, they used to say 'all it takes to start a new group is a bag of doughnuts and a resentment' and since we're meeting next door to the doughnut shop, it just seemed to make sense," she explained. "And thank you, Clair, for bringing the doughnuts," Molly said. "And the resentment," Vickie called out too much laughter. "There anyone here attending their first ever A.A. meeting?" Molly asked and a nervous young woman raised her hand. "Give her your phone number," Clair ordered Jamie. "What?" Jamie asked, shocked. "But I only got nine days!" "And you can drink a cup of coffee without spilling on yourself," Claire said sternly. "She needs to be able to talk to someone that knows what she's going through, someone she can identify with. Give her your phone number." Jamie wrote down her name and phone number and handed it to the young woman. Jamie looked stricken at Claire as the young woman burst into tears and clung to her. "What do I do?" she asked. "Hug her back," Claire said and paid attention as Molly introduced the topic for discussion. ---- "Oh, Mr. Baggett, you're going to spoil me," Daphne crooned into the telephone. "Well, you deserve to be spoiled," Ed smiled. "Flowers, twice in one day," Daphne sighed. "I can't wait for you to call me Eddie," Ed said. "Me either," Daphne sighed. "Mr. Baggett?" "Yes, Daphne?" Ed asked. "A girl could really lose her head over you," Daphne whispered into the phone. "But why'd you send more flowers?" "I didn't want to send them too early tomorrow," Ed admitted. "I just couldn't take the chance of the delivery boy seeing those thong panties before I do." "What a smart man you are!" Daphne laughed. ---- Teddy gritted his teeth in frustration. He had wanted to spend the day with Elizabeth; he knew she was going down to Lafayette, to hang out in the mall. But she was going with that man-hating Missy Webber. So, he pulled out his guitar and began practicing 'Come Together' by The Beatles. Oh well, he'd see her tonight. Maybe they could go to the Basin afterward and make out. Chapter 67 Elizabeht smiled at the leader of the three boys that were following her and Missy around. He smirked, self-confidence oozing from every pore. She motioned him to come closer. "Hi," she brightly said. "Hey," he said, trying to sound cool. "Listen, I just wanted to let you know, you are totally wasting your time," Elizabeth went on, crushing his ego. "We both already have boyfriends and just aren't interested. Just thought I'd let you know so you can find someone that might be interested in you." "Hey, you never know," the kid said, trying to save face in front of his now giggling buddies. "We might be ten times better than your pathetic fucking boyfriends." "Oh, I doubt that sincerely," Elizabeht smiled. "But have a nice day, 'Tiny.'" "They're still following us," Missy hissed as Elizabeht steered them to the lingerie shop. "Hi," Elizabeht smiled at the clerk. "Listen, there's a couple of boys that are bothering us, think you can do anything to help us?" The three boys made empty threats and whined and grumbled as Mall Security pushed them toward the Mall entrance. "Elizabeht, you are the coolest girl I know," Missy praised. "Shut up," Elizabeth laughed and pulled a camisole top and matching panties and held them up against Missy. "Here, go try this on; it's for sleeping in when you're at my house." For herself, Elizabeht selected a red bustier and matching panties; Teddy would love it. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 07 "No kidding?" Missy asked, wide eyed, as Elizabeth described the Acadiana Motel and losing her virginity. "Yeah, they had these movies, you know, of people doing it, does this make me look like I got a bit of a belly?" Elizabeht said. "No," Missy breathed. "Makes you look so hot!" "Yeah, I can't wait to go back there," Elizabeht admitted. "It was so much better than doing it in the back seat of Teddy's car." She leaned closer as she slipped the thong panties down. "His car smells funny," Elizabeht confessed and both girls laughed out loud. "You getting that?" Elizabeht asked as Missy looked again at the camisole top and panties. "Elizabeth, I don't have any money," Missy confessed. "Didn't ask that, did I?" Elizabeht smiled. "Oh, well," Missy adopted a haughty stance. "If you're paying, I want one of those too!" "Yeah?" Elizabeth smiled. "What color?" "Red, of course," Missy sniffed. "Elizabeht' I was only kidding!" Missy protested as Elizabeth put the red bustier and matching panties on the counter, along with a white corset and panties set, the pink camisole set and her own red bustier and panties set. She didn't blink an eye when the girl announced the total, but Missy couldn't believe how expensive lingerie could be. "And the stockings are free," the sales girl said and pointed to the rack. "Oh, good!" Elizabeth said and picked out a pair for herself and quickly calculated what size Missy would be and found a pair for her too. "Elizabeth, where in the hell would I ever wear this?" Missy complained. "The next time you and I and Teddy get together," Elizabeht suggested. "Or just you and I," Missy suggested. "Listen to me," Elizabeht said and took Missy's hands in her own. "I've already told you, if Teddy ain't there, we're not doing anything like that, okay?" ---- Paul smiled as he made the reservations. He didn't bother getting a fancy suite; their curfew was midnight. "No, you're not driving," he told Cindy. "I got that big old Impala, y'all got that dinky little Toyota." :Fine," she laughed into the telephone. "Where're we going anyway?" "Chinese," Paul decided. There was a Chinese restaurant right down the street from the motel. ---- Jamie felt overwhelmed; Sylvia was asking a million questions and Jamie didn't have a clue what to tell the girl. "I don't know," seemed to be the most common answer. Somehow, Sylvia seemed to accept that. "Well, good," Claire laughed when Jamie called to complain about Sylvia. "Good?" Jamie shrilled into the phone. "She's got a billion questions, talking a mile a minute, all I can do is sit there and say 'Uh huh, uh huh,' or 'I don't know.'" "Damn, I wish I'd taped you nine days ago," Claire laughed out loud. Jamie started laughing too. "Can't keep what you have unless you give it away," Claire said. "I love you," Jamie said. It felt so odd, to tell someone that she loved them, and to actually mean it. But she did love Claire; the woman sacrificed her time and energy and never asked anything in return. I love you too. "Honey, you're helping me much more than I'm ever going to help you," Claire assured her. ---- Emily smiled as Bill complained; his complaints were as empty as his promise to buy a houseboat. He started up the lawnmower and cut Jake and Bobbi's grass, then threw another mild fit when Emily pointed to their own yard. "Hey, husband," she laughed when he killed the lawnmower. "I'll make it up to you." "You better," he grumbled and drank another beer. "I will," she promised. "And I know you're going to be so tired after cutting all that grass..." She leaned close to him and teasingly ran her tongue over his sweaty upper lip. "I'm going to do all the work," she promised. "You just lay there, poor, poor baby." "I'll be done in about thirty minutes," he promised and crushed the beer can in his hand. Inside the house, Candy and Pam did the vacuuming and dusting. Candy complained non-stop, but Pam knew how fortunate she was to have a warm bed, a safe bed. Pushing a vacuum cleaner back and forth was a small price to pay. Pam Shooed Beaux off of the bed in Miss Bobbi's and Mr. Jake's bedroom and changed the sheets. Cindy let herself in and Candy immediately roped her into mopping the kitchen and dining room. "Paul's taking us out for Chinese," Cindy told them and they all squealed. "Which one?" Pam asked. "I guess the one in Kimble, Hop Yu," Candy shrugged her shoulders. "The only other one I know about is all the way down in Lafayette." "It any good?" Pam asked. "No, that's why he's taking us there," Candy said sarcastically. "Look, Candy, just 'cause you had hundreds of boyfriends that take you wherever you want to go," Pam huffed. "What?" Candy asked, surprised. "Hundreds of boyfriends?" "Yeah, Candy, you do act kind of like the big shot," Cindy said. "Pam, I'm sorry," Candy said and hugged the short girl. "No, no, Paul's the only boyfriend I've ever had." "And he's the only one I've ever had," Pam murmured and cuddled up to Candy. ---- Paul smiled as Marie's pick up truck crunched into the clamshell drive of the car lot. "Lunch's here," he announced and shut off the air compressor. "Thank God," Bob said as he began the laborious task of cleaning the nozzle and assembly. "Yeah, you look like you're about to waste away," Paul smirked as he patted his father's growing belly. "Shut up, smart ass," Bob said. "A fat man's a happy man." "You look ecstatic," Paul said and took off running, his father in not very close pursuit. Bob was still wheezing and gasping for breath when Paul let himself into the small office to join him and Marie for soup and sandwiches. "When I do catch you," Bob warned. "When I do, boy, watch out!" "Yeah, yeah, I'm scared," Paul said and ate the soup ravenously. "If he catches you, I'm not going to protect you," Marie smiled. "I don't know what he's mad about," Paul smiled. "All I did was tell him he looked really, really happy." "I said 'a fat man is a happy man,' and smart ass over there says 'you look ecstatic.'" Bob explained. "Paul!" Marie gasped, then giggled. "Shame on you!" "Uh huh," Paul smiled. Chapter 68 Elizabeht helped Missy carry the bags into her house. "Hey," an older man said gruffly. "Where the fuck you been?" "Elizabeth's," Missy said. "I left you a note, even had her phone number on it." "Didn't see no fucking note," the man slurred, obviously drunk. "Right here," Missy said, and marched over to the coffee table. She picked up the sheet of paper and waved it a couple of times. "Oh, yeah, that, that, yeah, I saw that," the man admitted. "We're going out to eat," Missy said. Come here," the man demanded in a whiney voice. "Give your old man a kiss." "Dad, we got company," Missy said, obviously embarrassed. Elizabeth watched, sickened, and as Missy's father blatantly put his had onto Missy's breast and gave his daughter a lingering, sloppy kiss. When Missy ran to put her clothes into her bedroom, her father stared at Elizabeth, making Elizabeth very uncomfortable. She sighed with relief when Missy came back out. Don't stay out too late," her father demanded. "I fucking hate him," Missy spat. "not all men are like that," Elizabeth offered. "My daddy's not, Teddy's not." "Shut up," Missy ordered. Elizabeht looked at her, then nodded her head and put the car into gear. ---- Daphne was thoroughly enjoying the attention that Hashim fawned on her, enjoying the numerous admiring glances of the male patrons, and the hateful glares of the female patrons. Ed smiled happily. He knew, as much as Daphne was posing and modeling, inside, she was such an insecure child. He also liked the envious glances from the waiter, from the other male patrons. When he'd gone with Jamie to restaurants, from time to time, there would be envious glances. By the end of the meal, however, those glances were not so envious as Jamie would make a drunken spectacle of herself. "I do have several nice vintages at home," Daphne reminded him as he sipped his wine. He shook his head in amusement as she crossed her long legs very slowly and seductively for the waiters benefit. Hashim nearly ran into the wall, so intently was he staring at her legs. "Daphne, I've already told you, I'm right in the middle of a divorce," he smiled. "But as soon as the judge says that's finished, I'll be more than happy to sample any wine you have." "No 'Eddie' tonight, huh?" she teased. "No, no sweetheart," he smiled. "No 'Eddie' tonight." "What did you call me?" Daphne asked, mouth open in surprise. "'Sweetheart,' I believe," he smiled. "Oh, Mr. Baggett," she crooned. "A girl could really lose her head over you." "And a guy could really lose his head over you," Ed smiled and put his credit card down on the bill. "No 'Eddie' tonight?" she asked sadly. "no, Sweetheart, not tonight," he said, equally sadly. ---- Pam laughed uncontrollably as she tried to eat with the chopsticks. Candy and Cindy squealed whenever they managed to get some food into their mouths. Paul smiled as he easily used the chopsticks. "Here," he said and popped a piece of meat into Pam's mouth and softly touched her cheek. At that moment, Pam would have stabbed Candy and Cindy to death with her chopsticks, just to have Paul Robichaux for herself; so she would not have to share him with anyone else. The waitress smiled and giggled at Candy and Cindy and Pam. "No, no, do like this," she again tried to teach Pam the proper way to use the utensils. "Get them some forks, please," Paul smiled. "Don't want them starving to death." "All right, all right," she said. "They maybe try harder, but you want fork, I give you fork." "Open up," Paul ordered and Cindy opened her mouth wide. He popped a piece of meat into her mouth and Candy opened her mouth for his next piece. "You good at this," the waitress praised him. "I guess," he shrugged and smiled. "Thank you!" Candy and Pam huffed and grabbed their forks and dug in. After a few more tries, Cindy dropped her sticks to the table and grabbed her fork too. ---- Teddy was polite, attentive to Missy during the meal. Elizabeht smiled encouragingly at both Missy and Teddy and snatched the ticket out of Teddy's hand. "Hey," he complained. "On me," she said. Elizabeht herded them to her car and motioned for Missy to get in first. "listen," she hissed to Teddy. "I want to go to the Acadiana Motel; you okay with that?" He looked into her dark eyes and nodded his head yes. "Good!" she smiled and kissed him deeply. Missy started talking, a rambling monologue the minute Elizabeht opened her car door. Missy, shut up," Elizabeth laughed and Missy smiled and clammed up. Teddy and Missy sat in the car in total silence as Elizabeht ran into the e office and rented the room. "Um, I hear they got these movies," Missy finally said. "What?" Teddy asked. "Um, in the room, you um, you can get these movies," Missy said. "Well, I mean, that's what Elizabeht told me." "Um, oh, yeah, they got just about everything," Teddy agreed. They both jumped slightly when they heard the door locks click on the car. Elizabeht waved to them to come on. "We're room one two three," she giggled. "Get it? One, to, three." She pointed to herself, then Teddy, then Missy. "Whatever," Teddy smirked and rolled his eyes. Once inside the room, both Elizabeth and Missy disappeared into the bathroom. "Hey, get us one of those movies," Missy demanded before slamming the bathroom door shut. "Um, okay, what you want?" Teddy asked. "What they got?" Missy yelled through the closed door. "Um, let's see," Teddy said and pulled up the menu. "Amateur, anal, Asian, bisexual, black, blonde, um, cum shot, gang bang..." ---- "...gay, Interracial, Latin, lesbian, redhead, straight, trannie," Cindy recited as Candy and Pam giggled. "What's 'Watersport?'" Candy asked. "What's 'trannie?'" Pam asked. "Trannie is chicks with dicks," Paul said as he exited the bathroom. "and what's watersports?" Candy demanded. "Peeing," Paul said. "What?" Candy and Cindy and Pam screeched. "Yeah, some people like getting pissed on," Paul shrugged. "So what y'all want to watch?" "Then what's International?" Pam asked. "Um, that's 'interracial,'" Paul said and burst out laughing. "What y'all want to watch?" He hoped it would be anal; he had been fantasizing about having anal sex with Cindy and Candy and Pam for nearly as long as he had been dating them. "Gang bang," Cindy decided. "There's a 'gang' of us here." Candy and Pam giggled again at Cindy's naughtiness. They all giggled as Paul flopped as hard as he could onto the very cheap mattress, causing all four of them to rock violently. "Ew!" Candy and Pam exclaimed in disgust as a massive cock pulled out of a stretched anus and sprayed semen all over the girl's ass cheeks. "Oh, that's got to hurt," Cindy said as another large cock replaced the first one in the girl's anus. The camera backed up and showed that the red head was riding one cock and sucking on two more cocks, along with the fourth one in her ass. Five more men waited their turn with the girl. "Oh my God!" Candy squealed. "There's no way!" "Pam silently watched the girl s she fucked the four men. She did not realize it, but she was rubbing her pussy through her jeans. Candy kissed her cheek softly and was surprised when Pam turned and aggressively kissed her. "I think she likes it," Paul whispered to Cindy. "You like that?" Cindy asked and pointed to the screen as the girl begged the large cock to 'fuck her ass hard,' and screamed in orgasm, real or faked. "Anal?" Paul said. "You have the ass for it." She put the screen back on menu and scrolled up to 'Anal' and hit 'Enter.' "You know your girlfriend likes it up the ass?" a man's voice asked as the screen showed a busty blonde licking at a brunette's pussy. "Uh huh," the brunette agreed. The camera backed up and showed a man thrusting roughly in and out of the blonde's ass. "that's got to hurt," Cindy said and shuddered. "I would be as gentle as I could," Paul whispered. She looked at him for a long moment, then nodded her head and kissed him softly. "You better," she warned and unzipped her jeans. Candy and Pam complained as Cindy and Paul edged them over to the side, but quickly resumed their sixty-nine position. "What you want me to do?" Cindy asked. "Just reach back here and spread your butt as wide as you can," Paul hoarsely whispered. She put her shoulders to the mattress and reached around her wide hips. "Oh, she sighed as she felt his tongue lap insistently at her anus. Ohh!" she shuddered as she she felt the cold gel touch her tightly clenched anus. "Oh!" she moaned, torn between fear and excitement as Paul's finger slid into her rectum. "Oh, stop, stop!" she cried out as she felt an orgasm well up in her. "What's wrong?" Candy asked her, faces millimeters from her own. "I came," she whispered, then burst out into giggles as she farted. ---- "I'm on the pill," missy assured Teddy and he put the condom back into his wallet. Even as Elizabeht lapped at her pussy, even as she lay, dressed in the bustier that Elizabeth bought for her, Missy was angered. Why should Elizabeth have a nice home, a home where she didn't have to worry about being molested by a drunken father, and have nice clothes and money, and a nice boyfriend? The best way to hurt Elizabeht, she reasoned, would be to get pregnant with Elizabeth's boyfriend's baby. And maybe if she was knocked up, her old man would leave her alone, quit pawing at her, quit 'accidentally walking in' whenever she was taking a shower, or peeing. Maybe then he'd quit whacking off into her panties; the whole reason she quit wearing them in the first place. On the screen, the two girls were joined by a third, who produced a strap on dildo from her purse and cinched it around her waist. "Let me eat you," Missy demanded and got between Elizabeth's legs. Teddy knelt behind her and Missy groaned aloud as he slid into her pussy. She came violently, thinking of how upset Elizabeht would be if she got pregnant with Teddy's baby. She orgasmed hard thinks about how mad her father would be. "See?" Elizabeht whispered as she combed her fingers through Missy's long hair. "I told you not all men are like that. He's so good, isn't he?" "Mm hmm," Missy groaned and redoubled her efforts to excite Elizabeth. ---- Bill Baggett stroked his erection as he looked at the image on his computer screen. A large breasted blonde as grimacing, whether in agony or bliss, it didn't matter, as a large fist jammed itself into her pussy. "Bet Elaine could take it," he mused, then immediately felt his erection wilt. And she was saying that he'd beat her up. He could go to jail for a long time. He put his now flaccid cock back into his gym shorts and tried to find some more pornography. He found a curly headed brunette pissing into the mouth of a blonde and felt his cock resurge. He could almost imagine Elizabeth pissing into the mouth of that stupid lesbian bitch, Missy. ---- What's it feel like?" Pam whispered to Cindy. "Oh, uh, oh!" Cindy grunted and squealed in orgasm, clamping her rectum down on Paul's cock. "Ah, damn it!" he grunted and shot stream after smoldering stream into her bowels. "Ah!" Cindy screamed as she could feel his semen flood into her. She screwed up her face tightly and shuddered in orgasm. "What's it like?" Pam demanded. "Shut up, Pam," Cindy grunted. Pam was cutting into her enjoyment of the painful, nasty, thrilling feelings that were coursing through her lower body. "Like that?" Paul teased, slipping a finger into Cindy's dripping pussy and making obscene sloshing sounds. "Ah, don't, don't don't," Cindy begged. Her pussy was far too sensitive. She burst out into giggles as a fart erupted and sprayed Paul's belly with his own semen. "It feels unbelievable," Cindy whispered to Pam and kissed her softly. "But now I got to go poop real bad." ---- Missy quickly kissed Teddy, then softly kissed Elizabeth, then got out of the car. Elizabeth sat and watched until Missy opened the front door of her house. "Let me ask you something," Elizabeth asked quietly. "What?" Teddy asked, looking at the dashboard clock. He only had five minutes to get home. "Would you get mad if I, if um, I didn't you know, um, if every now and then Missy and me, if you weren't there when I did it with her?" Elizabeth stammered out. "What?" Teddy asked, not able to decipher her rambling. "Like supposed its just Missy and me, suppose she spend the night," Elizabeht stammered. "Kiss me," Teddy demanded. "Baby, it's all right," Teddy assured her. "I love you," she said. "Love you too," he responded. "Forever?" she asked him. "Forever," he assured her. Chapter 69 "My butt still hurts," Cindy whispered to Paul as they crowded into the front seat of the Impala. "It was good to see Elaine at church," Pam said as she pulled the seat belt around her and Candy. "Yeah, it was," Candy agreed. ""Hurt too much to do it again?" Paul whispered back. ""No," Cindy admitted after a long pause. "You liked it, huh?" he asked. "Yeah, yeah I did," she giggled. "Makes me fart a whole bunch, though" "Yeah," Candy complained. "She was farting all night long!" "I couldn't breathe!" Pam joined in. "Shut up!" Cindy squealed back. "When are Miss Bobbi and Mr. Jake getting back?" "Tonight!" Candy said. "Good, get my whole bed back," Cindy grumbled. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 07 "You'll miss us and you know it," Candy whispered in Cindy's ear. "Nuh uh," Cindy said. "I'll miss you," Candy said. "Me and my farts?" Cindy asked. "Not your farts," Candy giggled. "But I'll miss you." "Want me to sleep over tonight?" Cindy asked. "Yeah," Candy agreed. "I wonder if she'll be in school on Monday," Pam asked. "Who?" Paul asked. "Elaine," Pam huffed. "Hope so," Paul said. "It was good to see her in church." ---- Daphne pursed her lips and studied the materials logs again. Finally she sighed and hit the speed dial number on her cell phone. "Mr. Baggett?" she said. "Hi it's me." Ed smiled as he saw Daphne's number pop up on his caller ID box. He lost the smile as he listened to Daphne. "Okay, okay," he finally said. "Can you meet me at the office in ten minutes?" Bill looked up from the rerun he was watching, but looked back at the television again. Whatever his father was doing wasn't of any real interest to him. "Son, do you think you could get your lazy ass out of that chair at some point during the day?" Ed snapped. He knew that it wasn't really Bill's fault that he was angry, but he was still somewhat angry with the boy. Ever since his arrest, all the boy did was sit around the house. He contributed nothing and expected everything. Even the sight of Elizabeht and her new friend Missy did little to buoy his spirits as the two girls squealed about something and ran out of the house. "Fucking dyke," Bill muttered under his breath. Ed pulled up into the parking lot of the mattress factory and parked in his slot. He used his key to open the heavy glass door, and then locked it behind himself. "Hey handsome," Daphne's sultry voice greeted him. "Hi Sweetheart," he said and smiled tightly. "Okay, let's go over the inventory," Daphne said after a quick kiss was shared. After a few minutes, it was obvious; Doug Jensen, besides being a lousy manager, and lazy, was also a thief. Ed rubbed his eyes wearily and looked up at Daphne. She was dressed in a black tracksuit with white tee shirt. "Damn, woman, I bet you could make a paper bag look sexy," he said and she smiled. "Get me a paper bag and we'll see," she responded. She then lost her smile and typed on her keyboard again. "So, what are you going to do?" Daphne asked. "Fire his worthless ass," Ed said. "You're not going to have him arrested?" she asked. "Can we prove that it's him doing the stealing?" Ed asked. "Absolutely," Daphne answered and hit 'Enter,' on her keyboard. The printer sprang into life and she waited for the several sheets to finish. "Inventory log, time sheet," she explained. "Materials usage, production quotas, all in black and white, no one else has the access or opportunity." "Thank you," he smiled tiredly. "Now, I'm going home," she said. "Mr. Baggett, it's my day off." "Hey, hey, you called me," he smiled. "Uh huh," she said, thrust the papers into his hands, kissed him, then left his office. "I love you," was printed in forty eight-point type size on the first sheet of paper he held in his hand and he smiled. ---- ----"And then he was making us eat with chopsticks," Pam explained to Marie as she speared another piece of the chicken. "So, how'd you do?" Marie asked. "Terrible!" Pam, Candy, and Cindy squealed. "Of course, he's just shoveling it in," Cindy complained. "He's not having any trouble at all!" "Aw, poor babies," Paul smirked. "Shut up," Candy giggled and slapped his arm. "He giving you trouble?" Hashim asked. "You want me throw him out?" "Yes!" Cindy and Candy laughed. "No," Pam said and held onto his arm tightly. "Okay, two votes say yes, one say no," Hashim said. "What you say, Miss Marie? I throw him out, make him eat by dumpster?" "Better not," Marie laughed. "Might make him cry." "Okay, okay, but I keep an eye on you, you bother these beautiful women, out to the dumpster you go, Mr. Paul," he warned. Pam clutched onto his arm for a few more seconds; his palm rested on her upper thigh, his elbow rubbed deliciously against her breast. He was in no hurry to free his arm from her clutch either. Finally, she gave his arm one last affectionate squeeze and let it go. He smiled down at her and then leaned over and kissed her lightly on her cheek. Instead of being jealous, Candy and Cindy sighed; they knew how wonderful it felt to have his lips softly touch a cheek, how exciting it felt to have his hand lightly touch flesh. Pam felt guilty so she looked away from them and looked toward the buffet table. The line had diminished. "I want some more of that lamb stuff," Pam announced and got to her feet. "I used to think, 'Oh, no, here come Mr. Bob and Mr. Paul, they going to clean me out,'" Hashim said as he put a fresh soda down at Pam's place on the table. "Now, you bring Miss Pam, she going to eat my whole kitchen." "I can't help it," Pam declared. "It's all too good!" "You like my food, little girl?" Hashim asked. "You eat, you eat. You eat all you want." ---- "Go invite Miss Brown to dinner," Carmen ordered and Elaine and Elise ran across the street. They knocked several times, but there was no answer. "Car's still here," Elaine mused. "Move your foot a second, Elise ordered. Elaine stepped off of the mat and Elise located the spare house key. She went to put it into the lock, and discovered the door wasn't even locked. Miss Brown lay on the floor where she had fallen on Friday night. In death, she looked so peaceful, almost like she was sleeping. "Go get Mom," Elaine ordered as she knelt down next to Miss Brown. Dick Davis smiled sympathetically at the three women that cried over the elderly black woman. The four of them waited for the Coroner's office in DeGarde to send out a Medical Examiner to confirm what the four of them already knew; the woman was dead. "You um, you know how to get in touch with, um, you know if she had any family?" Dick asked. "Yeah, she has two sons," Elise said. "One lives in New Orleans, the other lives in Atlanta." "She did have a daughter, but she died," Carmen said. "Drug overdose." "That's what I like to see," Dick smiled sympathetically. "Nowadays, people don't know the people that live next door, you know?" "She was my friend," Elise said. "Mine too," Elaine said. "She was a God-send, was right here when I needed her most," Carmen said. "So, um, you know how to get in touch with her sons?" Dick asked. "Phone book's in her bedroom," Elise said. "I'll go get it." Wilfred Brown sighed in despair; his mother's name popped up on the caller ID box. Once she got him on the telephone, she just didn't shut up. Why couldn't she realize he just didn't give a shit about the people that lived in Bender, Louisiana? When People asked him where he was from, he told them 'Baton Rouge.' "You going to answer it?" Ricky asked. "Yeah, yeah," Wilfred sighed. "If I'm not off in five hours, come get me." A few moments later, Wilfred was sobbing inconsolably in Ricky's arms. Harvey Brown saw the name on the caller ID box and sighed. Obviously Momma hadn't been able to get a hold of Wilfred so she called him. Oh, well. Talking to her for a few hours was a small price to pay. She would probably go on and on about that white girl across the street, the one that got herself beat up pretty bad. "Um, Sheriff, could you do me a favor?" Harvey asked. "If I can," Dick agreed. "Momma was real close to that family across the street, them white people; could you go over there and let them know?" Harvey asked. "It would mean a lot to me." "The Simones?" Dick asked. "They're already here." "Good, good," Harvey sighed. "Momma loved them; sometimes I think she thought that the oldest one was Juanita come back." "Who?" Dick asked. "Juanita Brown, my sister," Harvey said. "Let them know I'm coming home, I'll make the arrangements." ---- Bill Baggett looked at Cindy's number on his cell phone in amazement. "Hello?" he asked, wary. "Hey, I'm bored out of my fucking mind, what you doing?" Cindy Jensen asked. "Nothing, nothing, ain't shit on, nothing to do," Bill said. "I want some pizza," Cindy announced. "Sicily's?" Bill asked, grabbing for his car keys. "There any other places in this shit hole town?" Cindy asked. She didn't like him; he was no Paul Robichaux, but he was better than sitting at home with Doug and J.R. in her face. She couldn't wait until they graduated and she could leave this bayou, leave J.R. and Dad far far behind. "So, think you'll go to prison?" Cindy asked, souring the food in Bill's stomach. "Yeah, the dumb bitch lawyer my old man got for me ain't even talking about getting me off; she's just talking about making a deal," Bill complained. "You know, in Oakland, there's this Monocle's Pizza, they got this apple and ham pizza; it's the best," Cindy said. She wiped her mouth clean of any sauce and waited for Bill to finish his pizza. The waitress shook her head in disgust; they left nearly half the pizza untouched and did not bother leaving her a tip. "Missy, get out of here!" Elizabeht laughed heartily. "I'm serious!" Missy whined. "Really?" Elizabeht laughed. "You really want to go out to the Basin?" "Yeah," Missy pouted. "Everyone's always talking about going out there, making out, fucking; I want to go out there." "Okay," Elizabeht shrugged and drove out to the Basin. There were only a few cars out there. She looked over with some interest; Bill's car was there. Chapter 70 Doug Jensen smiled in what he was sure was a seductive smile as he saw Daphne sitting at the conference table. Next to her sat that big dumb ass, Ed Baggett. He fought the urge to sneer at the man. Next to Ed sat an unknown man; Doug ignored him. "Hey," he addressed Daphne. "So, what's up? My shift ended thirty minutes ago." "Doug," Ed said. "It's come to my attention that materials have been growing legs and walking out the door." Doug looked at those incredible legs of Daphne's and wondered what it would be like to park him between those luscious legs. He wondered if Daphne was a natural redhead. She had to be; hair that colors would be nearly impossible to get from a bottle. He'd satisfy that woman, ruin her for other men. He wasn't paying any attention to Ed Baggett; did not pay any attention to the unknown man when the unknown man got to his feet and produced a badge. He smirked at Daphne, wondered what it would take to get a chance with the beauty. "You have the right to remain silent," the unknown man was rambling as he hefted Doug to his feet. "Wait, what?" Doug asked as his hands were pulled behind his back and the handcuffs slapped on him ---- Elaine was nervous and wished for the thousandth time that morning that she had worn her baseball cap. From the back seat, Elise smiled encouragingly at her big sister. "Have a great day," Carmen said and kissed her daughter's cheek. "What about me?" Elise asked. "You?" Carmen teased. "Who cares? Just get out of the car." "Gee, thanks a lot, Mom!" Elise yelled. "Love you," Carmen said as the two girls got out of the car in the parking lot of St. Thomas Aquinas High School. "Need me to carry your back pack?" Elise asked. Elaine's forearms were still in plaster casts and several of her fingers were still in splints. She hefted the heavy bag with some effort and smiled at Elise. "No, no, I got it," Elaine warbled. She was nervous. Bill Baggett would be there. She was nervous. Her blonde hair had grown only a little; the scars were still visible where Dr. LaPointe, where Charlie had sawed her head open to save her life. She was nervous. Would her friends laugh at her? Would she be able to fit in again? "I love you so much," Elise enthused and hugged her big sister before running off to join her friends. "I love you too," Elaine admitted. She paused outside of the classroom door, then twisted the knob and entered the room. Paul was the first to stand and start clapping. Sister Andrea heard the ruckus all the way down the hall and stormed down the hallway to the Senior Homeroom. She would find out who or what was behind this bedlam and make sure they regretted it. "She started it," Paul gleefully pointed to Elaine. "Sit down, Mr. Robichaux," Sister Andrea ordered. "Miss Simone, I am so very happy to see you here," she said sincerely. "I said three novenas for you." "Thank you, Sister," Elaine said. "I know it was the prayers that saved me." ---- Marie Soileau answered the phone cautiously. Ed Baggett was an odd bird; you never knew when he would be in a good mood or a bad one. "Well, if there are extenuating circumstances, yes we can speed up the divorce proceedings," she agreed. "Or at least get a legal separation," Ed asked. "Sorry, Mr. Baggett, Louisiana no longer has such a statute," Marie said. "But I'll do what I can." Ed replaced the telephone and looked at Daphne as she made her way across the production line to the soda machine. Nearly every male eye in the building watched as she hit the button for the diet cola, then bent over to get the can of soda from the tray. Ed smiled; she made a production out of the way she bent over, knowing that there were several eyes on her. She turned and walked back toward her office. Her eyes drifted up to Ed's office window and she smiled. Not her mysterious little smile, but a wide smile of happiness. Ed saw several of the men look up at the same window, saw the envious looks on their faces and smiled widely. ---- Cindy Jensen pasted a smile on her face and approached the table. Elaine was the center of attention and was thoroughly enjoying her mini-celebrity status. "But after they stapled my head up again, I was still unconscious," she was telling Cindy Broussard and Candy Broussard and Pam Ham, who were spell-bound by her graphic description of err cranial surgery. "Hey, Elaine, how's it going?" she asked. "Great, great, you?" Elaine smiled. "Oh, you know," Cindy Jensen, said. "Yeah, want to sit down?" Elaine offered, pointing to an empty seat next to that little midget, Pam. "That's Paul's seat," Cindy and Candy and Pam shrilled when Cindy tried to take the seat to Elaine's right. "Don't see his name on it," Cindy Jensen sneered at them. "That's Paul's seat," Elaine said tersely. "There's a seat next to Pam." "Oh, well, um," Cindy said, surprised. "Well, um, I just wanted to say 'hi,' you know?" "Hi," Elaine said. "Um, okay, well, I'll um see you later," Cindy Jensen said and started to walk away. "Hey, how come you never came to see me?" Elaine asked loudly. "Oh, well, I uh, I hate hospitals, you know?" Cindy stammered. "Yeah?" Elaine said angrily. "Well, I wasn't too fucking crazy about it either, you know? But it sure would have been nice to see that you gave a shit about me." Sister Theresa pursed her lips, but did not see a need to give Elaine Simone a Detention for profane language. "And I um, I didn't have a way to get out there," Cindy weakly offered. "They came to see me," Elaine pointed across the table to the Broussard sisters. "Could have caught a ride with them." "Yeah, well, I uh," Cindy said. "And I've been home over a whole week now," Elaine went on. "A half a mile too far for you to carry your ass to my fucking house?" "Miss Simone," Sister Theresa warned. "Yes ma'am," Elaine said. "Oh, well, I didn't know you were home," Cindy lied. "Bull shit," Kay said as she walked past, carrying her lunch tray. "They made an announcement over the speakers." "Go away, Cindy," Elaine spat. "Just go away." Bill Baggett watched the tableau play out with mild interest. It actually excited him, watching Cindy Jensen's humiliation. Across the table from him, Elizabeth sat with Teddy on her right and Missy on her left. The three of them ignored him. Cindy Jensen turned to walk toward him, saw Missy Webber at the table and turned and left the cafeteria. ---- Doug Jensen stared, uncomprehending, and the gray walls of the jail cell. Yes, he'd been stealing from the job; who didn't? But how did they find out, how did they catch him? ---- Carmen's heart stopped when the school's phone number popped up on the caller ID box. "Hi Mom," Elaine's voice bubbled through the phone. "Elaine, what's wrong?" Carmen asked, reaching for her purse. "Nothing," Elaine laughed. "No, no, just wanted to let you know, the Broussard sisters are giving me a ride home; you don't have to leave work early to come get Elise and me." "The Broussard sisters? Those girls that came to see you in the hospital?" Carmen asked, putting her purse away again. "Yes ma'am," Elaine smiled. "They're going to give Elise and me a ride home." The End of 'The Broussard Sisters 07.' The Broussard Sisters Ch. 08 *Disclaimer: All persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Chapter 71 Marie Soileau gritted her teeth; Bill Baggett was a pain in the ass. He was surly, uncommunicative, insolent, and ungrateful. Because of him, she would be at least an hour late getting home; dinner would be late again. "Honey Bunny," I can cook, you know?" Bob had told her. "Baby, cooking is my way of winding down, getting rid of the stress of the day," Marie had told him. But as the deposition dragged on, she knew she wouldn't get home in time to cook. She slipped Vickie a note. Vickie read it, nodded her head and left the room. Bob cheerfully told Marie's assistant to tell her boss he'd be more than happy to burn dinner tonight. Marie smiled when Vickie slipped her the note with Bob's comment. "No, no, he banging on all the doors, yelling for someone," Carlos was telling them. "I no see the girl, my maid, she the one see her, call for ambulance." Marie noticed that as the deposition dragged on, Carlos' English was getting worse. Elaine Simone was very nervous as Vickie cheerfully ushered her into the room. The prosecuting attorney was introduced to her, as was Bill Baggett's attorney. She sat down and waited. Marie again fought down the intense dislike she had for her client. This girl was still recovering from the vicious, brutal beating and would most likely have a long recovery ahead of her. The girl had on an eye patch; Marie wondered why, when the doctor had provided her with a prosthetic eye. "And he was driving up and down, looking for Teddy and Elizabeth," Elaine said in a voice so low that Marie had to ask her to repeat herself. "Why was he looking for them?" Adam Smith, the prosecuting attorney for St. Elizabeth Parish asked. "You really want me to tell them?" Elaine asked, facing Bill Baggett for the first time since coming into the conference room. He ignored her. Ed Baggett tightened his jaw. It had been a long day for him, having to sit through the several witnesses that the prosecution had petitioned. He was angry with Bill; Bill just did not seem to understand how serious this was. At her condominium, Daphne was waiting for him. She said the moment she heard his car pull up, she'd pour him a good stiff whiskey on the rocks. Then she'd serve her 'Big Eddie' a plate of chicken and sausage jambalaya. "Because Elizabeth and Teddy were going to fuck," Elaine said, still looking directly at Bill. "Have sex," Marie corrected. "And he didn't want Teddy fucking her; he wanted to be the one to fuck her," Elaine went on. Ed Baggett lost all color. Bill Baggett tried to pretend that Elaine wasn't in the room, wasn't speaking, but the heavy blush on his face told that he'd heard her, loud and clear. Marie fought down the nausea. Being four months pregnant, there was some nausea, dealing with such a revolting client brought on some nausea. But what this girl had just said nearly made her vomit. "And when I told him that was some sick shit," Elaine said, emboldened, and a little angry. "He started hitting me." ---- Doug Jensen did not wonder how his son J.R. was doing, nor did he wonder how his daughter, Cindy Jensen, was doing. Neither one of his kids could be bothered to come see him and neither one of them were ever home when he was allowed to call out. Time after time, the damned answering machine picked up. Cindy Jensen did not live in the trailer; she did not even live in the state of Louisiana any longer. Upon Doug's arrest, Cindy had been forced to swallow her pride, her bitterness and call her mother and beg for the remainder of the tuition for St. Thomas Aquinas. Terri Jensen was only too happy to pay the twelve hundred bucks still owed on Cindy's tuition, but did stipulate that upon graduation, Cindy come to Oakland and spend at least one month with Terri and her lover. Cindy did not tell anyone good-bye, nor did any of her schoolmates miss her. J.R. missed her a little; from time to time Cindy would get fed up with the squalor and disarray and actually clean the trailer. Since he could not be bothered to clean it up, the cockroaches were beginning to take residence. ---- Paul Robichaux lay on his back on the creeper, working on the 1963 Cadillac. He smiled as he heard the Toyota pull up to the garage, then heard the squealing and giggling and laughing as Cindy, Candy, and Pam spilled out of the car. "Paul," Pam called out as she entered the large metal building. "Over here," he called back. "Oh, there you are," Cindy laughed as she spotted his legs sticking out from underneath the car. "Hey," he greeted her as she squatted down and peered under the car. "Hey," she smiled happily. "Hi, Pam announced herself as she bend over and peered under the car. "Hey," Paul greeted her. "Where are y'all?" Candy complained as she looked under another car on the other side of the building. "I swear, she's getting blind in her old age," Cindy laughed. "Over here," Pam called out and Candy located them in the darkened interior of the building. "Oh!" she laughed and walked over. "So, what're y'all doing?" Paul asked and finished loosening the last bolt holding the transmission in place. "Nothing," Cindy smiled and slowly parted her legs. Her plaid skirt reached her knees and Paul watched as more and more of her inner thighs became visible. The rising lump in his coveralls told Cindy that she had his attention and she smiled as she spread her legs wide, showing him her bare pussy. She was obviously aroused; the moisture was quite visible on her puffy lips. "Damn it," Cindy," he laughed. "hard enough to work here, you got to give me a boner?" "Aw, poor baby," she teased. Then she clamped her thighs together and looked around in apprehension. "Your Daddy here?" she whispered, afraid she might have given the older Robichaux a bit of a peek. "No," Paul answered, hoping for another look at her plump pussy lips. "Marie's working late again; those depositions, so he ran home to do dinner." "God, how can you see under there?" Candy asked as he peered underneath the car. Paul looked around. True it was a little dim in the building, but the wide open door let in a lot of sunlight. "Candy, when's the last time you went to an eye doctor?" he finally asked her, his erection beginning to wilt. "What? Why?" Candy asked, laughing. "'Cause, it's not that dark in here," Paul said seriously. Any excitement over Cindy's flashing him had fully subsided. He slid out from underneath the car. He sat up and was kissed in quick succession by the three girls. "I'm serious," Paul said as he scooped up a handful of goop and began washing his hands. Candy lost the smile. True, it did seem that nighttime was getting a lot darker lately. And Pam and Cindy were forever complaining about her driving. In this dark building, both Cindy and Pam had been able to find Paul right away, while Candy looked everywhere else. "And you," Paul said as he slapped Cindy on her buttock. "Put some drawers on." "Cindy!" Pam squealed. "Oh, shut up," Cindy laughed and slapped the smaller girl on her buttock. "Like you never ever 'forget' your undies." Paul tried to maneuver the A-frame over to the car; Pam and Candy and Cindy trying to help, but hampering him more than helping him. The Mosquitoes sensed the four teenagers and began their assault. Finally, tired of swatting and slapping, the girls decided to leave. "I'll drive," Pam declared. She was proud of her driver's license. She was proud of the hours she and Paul spent on the back roads, driving up and down, him pointing out the finer points of driving, of parking, of car maintenance. That's how she knew it wasn't just the sex. He really did love her. He was willing to sacrifice his time to be with her, to teach her. True, they did make out, they did have sex almost every time she put the car into 'Park.' Once, on a backcountry road she pulled him out of the car and lay on the hood of the small automobile and raised the hem of her skirt. "No drawers," she laughed. She groaned as he lapped and sucked at her hairy pussy, then squealed in orgasm as he drove his condom covered cock into her as deep as he could. "I love you," she screamed out loud. "I love you too," he had whispered into her ear, then picked up the pace, hammering in and out of her pussy. The woman from the DMV had praised her skill at parallel parking and Pam nearly burst out laughing. Parking was her favorite part of the driving lessons. But Paul was just as proud of her license as she was. "Shut up!" she had yelled when the photographer laughed as she had to lower the camera to take Pam's picture. The resulting photo showed Pam with a bit of a scowl. "Oh, don't worry about it," Bobbi had laughed. "Good god, you should see mine!" ---- Elizabeth kissed Missy again, lightly stroking her small, hard nipples. Slowly, she trailed her fingers along Missy's slender body until she reached the hem of Missy's plain cotton panties. "How come you never wear the thong ones I got you?" Elizabeth whispered to her. "I don't know," Missy moaned as Elizabeth's fingers traced all around Missy's pussy, but never touched it. How could Missy tell Elizabeth that she didn't wear those panties because her father dug them out of the hamper and used them to masturbate with? Elizabeth used her fat tongue to swipe at Missy's hard nipples, then Elizabeth pulled her in for another passionate kiss. Elizabeth thrust her hips forward and ground her panty-covered crotch against Missy's panty covered crotch. When she released Missy from the embrace, she smiled and playfully pushed Missy backward onto her fluffy bed. After they'd finished making love, Elizabeth cradled the skinny girl in her arms. A thought came to Elizabeth and she entwined her fingers in Missy's strawberry blonde hair. "Let me ask you something?" Elizabeth softly asked the girl. "Mm hmm?" Missy lazily asked. "How come you never have any periods?" Elizabeth asked and felt Missy stiffen in her arms. "I mean, I've had three of them since we've been lovers, and you ain't had none." "I um, well uh," Missy stammered and struggled to get up, get out of Elizabeth's strong embrace. "You're knocked up, aren't you?" Elizabeth asked calmly. "I uh, I yes," Missy admitted. "And it's Teddy's, huh?" Elizabeth asked, still maintaining her cool and calm demeanor. "It's uh, yes, yes its Teddy's," Missy confessed. "You fucking bitch!" Elizabeth screamed. "Elizabeth, I..." missy tried to say as Elizabeth slapped her across her face. "You stood there and told him, you told us you were on the pill!" Elizabeth screamed and slapped Missy across her face again. "You lied to us!" "Go ahead, BILL!" Missy screamed back. "Go ahead! Beat me up, Bill!" Elizabeth gasped then glared at the strawberry blonde. "Go on," she whispered in an icy tone. "Just go on and get dressed and get out." "Elizabeth, I'm sorry," Missy sobbed as she pulled on her bra. "I don't ever want to see you again," Elizabeth hissed as she stomped, nude, out of her bedroom. Missy heard the hall bathroom door slam shut. She finished dressing then left the bedroom. She let herself out of the large house and walked to the end of the driveway. The house she and her father lived in was only a quarter of a mile away, an easy walk, even in the twilight's humidity. When she reached her house, the unbearable loneliness overwhelmed her. She and Elizabeth were no longer lovers, were no longer friends. ---- "Appointment at Dr. Bordelon's tomorrow," Carmen said as she drove Elaine home from the lawyer's office. "Yay," Elaine sighed. "Well, would you rather run around with that goofy eye patch?" Carmen snapped. Elaine looked out the car window at the brown fields that whizzed past them. She had looked at him, looked him square in the eye and exposed him for what he was, a sick son of a bitch that wanted to sleep with his own sister. She exposed him for what he was, a cowardly son of a bitch that beat up on women. She almost giggled; he looked like he was going to puke when she'd lifted the eye patch and showed them the empty eye socket. The giddy mood was short-lived. His father was a really nice guy; she'd liked him on the few occasions Bill had brought her around the house. Mr. Baggett had looked so old, so beaten down as she testified. "No, Mom," she finally said. "It's just that I'm so sick and tired of all of this," Elaine said. "I know, baby, I know," Carmen said and hit the blinker to signal a turn off of Highway 19. ---- "Look, Adam," Marie sighed. "What do you want?" "Sucks being on the other end of the table, don't it?" Adam smiled. "What do you mean?" Marie asked. "Used to work for the DA in Metairie, now have to defend the same kind of people you used to prosecute," Adam smiled and loosened his tie and collar. "Yeah, you're right," she smiled. "Sucks being on the other end." "Look, Marie," Adam sighed. "There's not a whole hell of a lot of defense here; we put Ms. Simone on the stand, what do you think a jury is going to do?" "Crucify Bill Baggett," Marie thought. "And I'll hand them the nails." Aloud she said "Three years probation, two hundred hours community service, time served." Adam shook his head. "Five years probation, four hundred hours, he sees a therapist for some anger management and a ten thousand dollar fine." "I'll have the papers in your office by five o'clock Monday afternoon," Marie smiled. "Nice to see a smile," Adam said as he got to his feet. "Smiling because I won't have to sit next to Bill Baggett anymore," Marie admitted. Chapter 72 Ed Baggett used his fingers to comb her long red hair away from her eyes and looked into them. She smiled up at him, then tilted her head forward for a kiss. "Oh, Big Eddie," she sighed as she put her head back down on his hairy chest. When they'd first started dating, she teasingly called him 'Mr. Baggett,' telling him she would call him 'Eddie' when they became lovers. The first time they'd made love, she looked at his rampant manhood, looked into his eyes and said "Oh, Big Eddie! You are my kind of man!" He tried and tried, but finally, after nearly an hour of trying to please her, he couldn't hold back and shot his semen deep into her. She looked at his disappointed face and grew worried. "What's wrong? Wasn't I good?" she asked, nearly crying. "No, no, Sweetheart, you were unbelievable," he hastened to assure her. "It's me, I'm afraid I wasn't good enough." "Baby, what you got here," she said and gripped his cock. "This is something, you hear? But it's what you got in here..." She touched his chest with her long fingernail. "This, Baby, this is absolute magic," she said and kissed him deeply. "But I didn't satisfy you," he complained. Says who?" she asked him and cuddled up to him. "Feeling your arms around me, feeling your lips touching mine, feeling you deep inside of me, Big Eddie, I am completely satisfied!" She put her lips to his ear. "And tomorrow, all the men at the factory are going to know all about how Big Eddie rocked my world," she whispered, then playfully nipped his ear lobe. Tonight, after such a grueling day in the lawyer's office, it felt so good to be in Daphne's arms. He squeezed her tightly. "I ever tell you that I love you?" he asked her. She looked up into his eyes for a long moment. "Do you?" she asked and a single tear began to trickle down her face. "Yes, yes I do," he admitted and kissed her. "Oh, my God, oh Baby," Daphne started crying and clutched him to her. "Oh, I have waited all my life to hear a man say that to me!" Ed vowed to himself he would say it to her as often as humanly possible. ---- It was just a glimpse; just a fleeting glimpse but Bill Baggett froze it in his mind for eternity. He'd come up the stairs and turned down the hall when Elizabeth had exited the bathroom they shared. She was completely nude. Large dark nipples capped her large breasts. Her slender waist had a beautiful little slit for a belly button. And her pussy was smooth; she shaved her pussy bald. She had squealed when she looked up and saw Bill and dashed into her bedroom and slammed the door shut. Bill went into the bathroom and pulled out his aching erection and began furiously stroking it. ---- Candy smiled as Pam gritted her teeth in frustration. Finally, Pam sighed and sat back in the desk chair. "Come help me with this stupid chart," she begged. Candy looked over the chart of Dominant and Recessive genealogy and again tried to explain it to Pam. "But who cares about stupid pea plants?" Pam asked, exasperated. "It's not just pea plants," Candy smiled. "It's all of us." "What you mean?" Pam asked. "Okay, for example," Candy said and leaned close. "You're short..." "So are you!" Pam yelled. ""Uh huh, and Paul is tall," Candy went on. "And if you had a kid, what's the likelihood that it would be short like you, or tall like Paul. Or have brown hair like you, or have blond hair like Paul? Get it?" Pam looked at Candy for a long moment, then smiled dreamily. "I bet he'd be big and handsome like his Daddy," she said. "Well, that's what this chart shows," Candy said. "And is your being short, is that a recessive gene, or a dominant one?" ---- Her pussy lips were nice and swollen and slick with moisture. The sparse red hair did not cover up her excited slit from his gaze. The little tease had deliberately flashed her excited pussy at him, beautiful smile on her lips. If she had turned around, bent over and flashed her beautiful ass at him, he would have had no choice but to take her. She said she enjoyed anal sex almost as much as he did. Sometimes he wondered if she was just saying that because he knew he enjoyed sliding his cock into her tight rectum, enjoyed hearing her grunts and whimpers, enjoyed feeling her sphincter muscles clamp down on his cock. Did she like it because he liked it, or did she enjoy feeling his cock slide into her, feeling his cock pump in and out of her, enjoy feeling his sperm bubble up and then blast into her bowels. He grunted and shot a wad into the tissues. ---- Cindy giggled to herself as she peed in the shower. She tried to aim for the drain, cupping her pubic mound, imitating the movement Paul used when he had to pee. "Ew," she shudders as she mainly succeeded in getting her fingers wet with her own urine. She quickly rinsed her hand off, then lathered up, and rinsed off. A quick check told her that even though she didn't want to, she needed to shave her legs and underarms. "Men have it so easy," she complained. "They never have to shave." ---- She let herself into the shower and adjusted the taps. She wiggled the hand held showerhead down; Candy had shown her that little trick. The thought of having Paul's baby, of her belly getting nice and round like Miss Bobbi's was getting, like Miss Marie's was getting, of holding Paul's baby inside of her. She almost sank to her knees with the force of the orgasm. She caught her breath, and then put the hand held showerhead to her swollen pussy lips again. "Oh, God, that's good!" she grunted, then used the shower spray to wet her hair and face. She shut the taps off. She made quick work of lathering up, and made quick work of rinsing off. Before she got out of the shower, Pam used the showerhead to masturbate one more time. "Took you long enough," Candy teased. "Shut up," Pam groused. "Leave any hot water for me?" Candy teased. "No," Pam said and lay down on their bed. ---- "Want another drink,?" Daphne asked Ed. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 08 "No, no Sweetheart," he smiled wearily. "Come on, sit down. Playfully, she flashed her crotch at him as she sat down on the couch next to him. "Got some, got one hell of a shock today," he said and put his arm over her shoulders. "Really need to talk to someone about it." "Is that why you raced in here and dragged me into bed before we even had dinner?" Daphne teased him. "No, no," he said and kissed her forehead. "No, you standing there in nothing but an apron and a smile, that's why I dragged you into the bedroom." "Don't forget the shoes," she laughed. "I bought those shoes especially for you." "And the shoes," he said and kissed her forehead again. Then he grew serious and told her what Elaine had said in the deposition. "So," she finally said. "When are you kicking him out?" "Wait, what?" Ed asked. Kicking him out?" "Oh, you're going to make Elizabeth leave?" Daphne asked. "Wait, why does anyone have to..." Ed asked. "Eddie, you can't leave him right there, in the same house with her," Daphne said. "She needs to be able to be safe; you need to protect her." "But that's his, he would never," Ed stammered, unable to comprehend his son raping his own sister. "Uh huh," Daphne quietly said. "And a few months ago, the idea of him beating a girl almost to death would have been unthinkable too." "And that's why I love you," Ed said after he thought about it for a long time. "You're not just a pretty face, you're a pretty smart girl too." "Oh, Big Eddie," Daphne laughed. "I don't think I could ever get tired of hearing you say that!" Jamie looked at the caller ID box in surprise; why would Ed be calling her? She'd seen him with that long legged red head; she and Claire were sharing a conversation over coffee when Ed and that girl came in for coffee. He'd seen them, politely introduced her as 'Daphne, my accountant and office manager.' But the way that girl was hanging all over him, they weren't talking business. "Hello?" she asked. "Hey, Jamie," Ed said tiredly. Jamie felt like vomiting. Surely Ed hadn't heard the girl right. There was just no way that was sick, it was wrong. "So, you see my problem," Ed said. "Um, Ed, you sure you heard right?" Jamie finally managed to say. "I mean, you been working around all that machinery, maybe you heard..." "The lawyers heard it too," he snapped, irritated at her for wanting to ignore the problem. "Okay, fine," she said. "So what do you think we ought to do about it?" "For now, he's coming to live with you," Ed said. "Oh no he's not!" Jamie said. "And how much is your rent, Jamie?" Ed said. "What? What do you mean?" Jamie asked. "Who's paying your rent? Your utilities?" Ed asked her. "It's my apartment, Jamie." He turned around and poured himself a stiff whiskey. Daphne was such a sweet girl; she made sure to stock his favorite brand. "And, remember?" Ed said and tossed the liquor down. "He is your son." He closed his cell phone and began to look for his coat. "Baby, when you going to spend the night?" Daphne pouted. "Baby, there is nothing I'd love to do more than to fall asleep next to you, wake up next to you," he said gently. "But I also want to be there to fix my kids breakfast." "Fine, whatever," she pouted and tossed his coat at him. "Don't be like that," he begged. "Be like what?" she asked, turning her back on him. "I said 'Fine.'" "Fight fair, damn it," he growled in her ear, then slapped her buttock. "No," she giggled and shook her head. "I love you," he said and kissed her cheek. "And I love you," she declared and twisted in his arms and took his face into her hands. "I love you, Big Eddie." Chapter 73 Elaine looked across the street at Miss Brown's house. The men were busy at work, converting her carport into an enclosed garage. She put her hand up to the simple cross Harvey Brown had given her. "It was my sister's," he explained. "I found it in Momma's jewelry box; I know she would have wanted you to have it." "Thank you," she had managed to choke out. "My momma loved you," he said. "I guess when you got better, got well enough to get out of the hospital, she figured her work here on Earth was done. "I loved her too," Elaine sobbed. "I know, I know," he said. The construction men didn't know anything about the buyer of the house, just that they wanted a garage built in. Carmen looked across the street. "They're just about done, huh?" she asked and opened the car door. "Yeah, I wonder who bought her house," Elaine said and got into the car. "Now listen to me," Carmen said as she backed out of the driveway. "We're going to see Mr. Johnson about suing Bill Baggett." "I know," Elaine huffed. "You said that a hundred times already!" "And I want you to be completely honest with him," Carmen continued. "Like I'm going to lie?" Elaine asked, indignant. "So, that's why I think it'd be best if I didn't go into the room with you," Carmen said. "Yeah, you're probably right," Elaine admitted. "I wish you had at least put in your old eye until the new one comes in," Carmen huffed. "It slips down," Elaine said, irritated. "I figure the eye patch looks a lot better than one eye looking at them and the other one flopping all over the place." "So how's summer school?" Carmen asked, trying to change the subject. "Sucks," Elaine groused. "Well at least its just Monday through Thursday, instead of Monday through Friday," Carmen offered. "Thank God!" Elaine agreed. ---- The production line slowed slightly as Ed Baggett strolled in and Ed smiled at the men as he walked through. "Morning, Big Eddie," Jake Broussard playfully called out and there was some good-natured laughter. Ed shook his head, waved in greeting to Jake, and continued to the stairway up to his office. A moment later, there was her knock at the door and she entered the office. "Hi Big Eddie," she smiled. "Hi Sweetheart," he smiled and held out his arms for her. "So, how'd it go?" she asked. "He didn't like it," Ed admitted. Actually, Bill had cried. Cried like a big baby. Elizabeth was shocked when Ed had told Bill what his decision was and even stuck up for her twin. "No, no Pumpkin," Ed said firmly. "And believe me, Bill knows why I'm doing this." He turned and looked at Bill. "Want me to tell her why, or are you man enough to tell her?" Ed had asked. "I am sure he won't," Ed told Daphne. "So, when I go home tonight, I'm going to be the bad guy." "There is a way to avoid that," Daphne said. "Yeah, tell her that her brother is a sick little son of a bitch," Ed sighed. "No," Daphne smiled. "Just don't go home tonight." "You know what?" Ed smiled. "It's Friday night. We don't have work tomorrow." "You mean it?" Daphne asked, breathless with anticipation. "Absolutely," Ed smiled. "Just don't expect much sleep, hear?" "I was going to tell you that," she whispered and kissed him passionately. ---- "Yeah, he's moving out, packing up all his stuff," Elizabeth said as she lazily tugged at her curly hair. "So, the room next to yours is going to be empty?" Teddy asked. "Uh huh," Elizabeth said. "Gee, I wonder how much your dad would rent it to me for?" Teddy joked. "About a million dollars!" Elizabeth joked back. :You're worth it," Teddy stated. "A minute," Elizabeth continued. "Still worth it," Teddy declared. "Love you so much," Elizabeth enthused. "Love you too," Teddy said. "So, how you like working for Daddy?" Elizabeth asked. "Don't know," Teddy admitted. "They got me on the third shift, midnight to eight, so I don't even see him." "You don't go in tonight, huh?" Elizabeth asked. "No, they ain't open on Saturday and Sunday," Teddy said. "So, you want to do something tonight?" Elizabeth whispered into the phone. "Oh yeah," Teddy whispered back. "I got that strap on," Elizabeth whispered. "Oh yeah!" Teddy groaned. "Acadiana?" Elizabeth asked. "Yeah, but I got paid, so let me catch it," Teddy said, male ego bubbling up. "Okay," Elizabeth agreed. ---- Bobbi smiled as Pam hovered around, extremely intent on helping her, making sure that she didn't overdo it. "Damn it, Pam, I'm pregnant, not crippled," Bobbi exclaimed. "Uh huh," Pam argued. "And Dr. Alvarez said you was supposed to be taking it easy." "So you want to cook lunch?" Bobbi asked. "Tell me what to do," Pam agreed. Pam had trouble looking into the large cast iron pot; a glare from her dared Miss Bobbi to laugh at her when she dragged a dining room chair into the kitchen. Okay, you see the bits of meat on the bottom of the pan?" Bobbi asked. "Uh huh," Pam agreed. "That's what you're trying to scrape up. Now, when you add the water, it's going to steam up, keep your face out of the way," Bobbi instructed. Bobbi shook her head; a large portion on Pam's backside was visible in the baggy shorts. "And why aren't you wearing any undies?" she asked and playfully pinched Pam's buttock. "'Cause I got to wear them Monday through Thursday and I hate them," Pam said. "Now, when I add the water?" "Any time," Bobbi said. Do it slow, better if you kind of do it on the side, let it dribble in, keep scraping with the spoon." Pam squealed when the hot pot hissed and released a cloud of steam. "Keep stirring," Bobbi ordered. ---- Paul looked at the computer screen. He'd gone to a medical website and typed in the symptoms of Candy's. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and hit number five on his cell. Hello?" she breathlessly answered. "Hey beautiful," he smiled. They chatted for a moment, then he told her what he was looking at on his computer. "Paul, it ain't no big deal," she said, defensively. "Candy, it might not be," he agreed. "But I'd feel a whole lot better if you'd go and get this checked out." "Fine, whatever," she huffed. "Hey, I'm just about finished the Caddy," he said. "Was thinking about taking it to Lafayette tonight; feel like Chinese?" "No," she grumbled. "You just want to go there 'cause that waitress likes you." "That's the one in Kimble," he laughed. "Oh yeah," she giggled. "Okay, Lafayette's okay then." "Pam around?" he asked. "Yeah, but she's helping Mom cook lunch," Candy said. "Oh, well, just check and see if Chinese is okay with her too, okay?" Paul asked. He hung up and called Cindy. "Hi," she bubbled when she answered her phone. "Hi, I was just talking with Candy, I'm taking the Caddy out tonight, was going to get some Chinese," Paul said. "The one in Kimble?" Cindy asked, suspicious. "No, no, Lafayette," Paul laughed. "Jeez, I swear, you and Candy both!" "I can't help it!" Cindy squealed. "That woman's all over you, 'Oh you so good at this!' 'oh you use chopstick real nice!' Why don't you two just do it right there on the table? I swear!" "So, I take it you don't want to go back to that one, huh?" Paul teased. "No!" Cindy said forcefully. "Okay, okay," Paul laughed. "Can't have my girlfriends jealous." "That's right," Cindy said. "Um, let me ask you something then," Paul smiled. "How come it's okay if I do it with you and with Candy and with Pam, but..." "Because!" Cindy exclaimed. "They're my best friends!" "SO, if you and Gail got to be real good friends..." Paul teased. "You know her name?" Cindy asked, in a very frosty tone. "It's right there, on her name tag," Paul laughed. "I've never seen her name tag. Where's it at?" Cindy asked, still quite chilly. "Oh, right above her left nipple," Paul teased. "I hate you," Cindy said and hung up. He laughed and left the office. In the garage, Bob was pouring the last quart of oil into the Cadillac. "Think I'd be all right if I took it down to Lafayette?" Paul asked. "Should be," Bob shrugged. "Ran fine yesterday. Oil came out pretty clean. Taking the seven dwarfs out?" "Three, Dad," Paul laughed. "There are only three of them." "Only," Bob smiled. "Only three of them, he says." ---- Elaine was very uncomfortable in Jesse Johnson's office. The man was a sleaze, kept staring at her chest, and kept staring at her crotch. Elaine was glad she'd worn somewhat loose shorts, no telling what this guy would have done if she had worn her FM Jeans, the ones that she had to lay down to zip. "You and ah, Bill, Bill Baggett, you two were sexually active?" Jesse asked, obviously enjoying that topic of conversation. "Uh, yeah," Elaine admitted. "But what's that got to do with..." "I mean, is attorney is going to try and make it look like you asked for it," Jesse said glibly. "Uh, yeah, yeah we um, we did it a few times. I was kind of wanting to break up with him, though; he kept wanting to fuck me up the butt," Elaine blushed hotly. "Oh?" Jesse asked, thoroughly enjoying himself. "You know, if it's done right, anal sex can be quite enjoyable." "Oh?" Elaine sneered. "I'll give him your phone number." In the car, Elaine told her mother she did not like Jesse Johnson and did not want the man as an attorney. "Mr. Baggett's a real nice man," she told Carmen. "Why don't we just go talk with him? Why we got to get a bunch of lawyers in all this?" Carmen thought about it for a long moment. "Can't hurt," she finally said. "If he won't talk with us, then we can always go find an attorney. ---- Donald Pelechet smiled as he read over the documents. Finally, he picked up her billing statement and read over it, then looked at Marie and smiled widely. "I knew it was a good idea to bring you on-board," he said. "Glad to hear it, Boss," Marie smiled. ---- Bobbi listened as her daughter told her what Paul had said. "You remember Aunt Tanny?" she finally asked. "Ew, the weird one?" Candy asked. "Uh huh," Bobbi said. "She wasn't weird, Candy, she was blind." Candy felt physically ill as she listened to her mom telling her about Aunt Tammy's eye disease, Retinitis Pigmentosa, a progressive deterioration of the retina's rods and cones. "I mean, she had a really rough time of it," Bobbi said. "Is there anything that can be done to stop it?" Cindy finally managed to choke out. "Don't know," Bobbi said. "I'll call Dr. Minden, make an appointment for you." "If you do lose your eyesight, I'll help you," Cindy whispered to Candy. "Me too," Pam whispered. Candy squeezed her friends' hands tightly. As they were stacking their plates into the dishwasher, Candy remembered something. "Oh, yeah, Paul's taking us for Chinese tonight," Candy informed Pam. "Not that one in Kimble, huh?" Pam asked in a surly tone. "No, no, the one in Lafayette," Cindy laughed. "That's the same thing I said!" "Me too!" Candy laughed. "Why, what's wrong with the one in Kimble?" Bobbi asked, smiling. "Oh, Mr. Paul, you so good with the chopsticks!" Candy said and rubbed herself up against Pam. "Oh, Mr. Paul, you so handsome and strong!" Pam mimicked and rubbed herself against Candy. "Oh, Mr. Paul, I love you!" Cindy said. "My phone number in you fortune cookie, okay?" "Okay, okay, I get it," Bobbi shook her head as the three girls giggled and squealed. ---- Her father drank another beer and looked at her through bleary, watery eyes. Missy sighed; without Elizabeth, she really didn't see any reason to go on. The news that she 'might be pregnant' seemed to spur her dad on, rather than dissuade him. "Going for a walk," she said. "No need for that," he whined. "Plenty to do around here." "Uh huh, whatever," Missy said and slammed out of the house. ---- "Pray," was all Claire had said. "But, Claire," Jamie whined. "It makes me sick to even think about it; how am I going to sit in the same room with him?" "Same way he'll sit in the same room with you," Claire had said. "'Let ye who is without sin...'" Jamie pasted a smile on her face as Bill brought in the first of several boxes. Within moments, she was ready to scream; Bill was lazy, insolent, ungrateful, and whiney. And he did not respect her. "I made a huge mistake," she thought. "Losing Ed was the stupidest thing I could have ever done." His father would not have put up with any of Bill's behavior. "So, um, you thought about a job or something?" Jamie asked when Bill whined about having nothing to do. "What's the point?" Bill groused. "Minute I get one, I'm just going to have to go to jail." "So you're just going to sit around until then?" Jamie snapped. Sit around feeling sorry for yourself and bitching there's nothing to do? Mister, I don't think so." He ignored her and flipped through the channels. "I am talking to you," she snapped and jerked the remote control out of his hands. "Hey, give that back," he yelled. "No," she said firmly. "You are going to listen to me." "Aw, why don't you go have another drink, huh?" he sneered. Her face went white with rage as he smirked at her. He lost the smirk when the remote control struck him in the face. "I am going to kill him," Jamie told Claire when her sponsor answered her phone. "That's fine, they now have meetings in DeGarde jail," Claire said breezily. "But before you kill him, have you thought about praying?" Chapter 74 Elizabeth smiled as she pulled up the link that Teddy had e-mailed her. There were several pictures of women using strap on dildos on men. 'Pegging' they called it. She skimmed over the thumbnails and saw a shorthaired brunette plunging her strap-on into a man's anus while he lay on his back. She clicked on that picture to enlarge it. She was wearing a short leather jacket, open so her large boobs were showing. She had a leather harness cinched around her waist; the dildo was quite large and the man's face was contorted in pain. She also wore leather thigh high boots. The sadistic smile on her face made Elizabeth smirk slightly. "Gee, I'll bet you're the only one looks at this picture and looks at the clothes," she said aloud. She got to her feet and went to her closet. The strap on was still in its box and she opened it again and looked at it. The leather harness looked very similar to the one that woman had. Elizabeth pulled out her leather jacket and slipped it on. It wasn't short like the one in the picture, but it would do. She didn't have any thigh high boots, but did have some knee high boots. Daddy had called her, just to make sure she was okay, then told her he was going to spend the night at his girlfriend's house. She almost laughed at him; he was embarrassed to be saying that sort of thing to his daughter. "Have fun, Daddy," she said. "Uh huh," he said. "And you, DON'T have fun." "Oh Daddy, you're being silly," she laughed. Teddy was nervous. Nervous and excited. His biggest fantasy was going to come true. And she'd called him and told him her father wasn't going to be home; Bill was out of the house, they'd have the whole house to themselves. He was also relieved; he had called the Acadiana Motel and found out that Elizabeth had been dropping sixty-two bucks on a room for them. His first paycheck had only been three hundred and eight bucks. "So, I figured we'd go to Manny's, then just come back here," Elizabeth whispered, even though she was all-alone in the house. "Okay," Teddy readily agreed. ---- Again, Paul used his chopsticks, but Cindy, Candy, and Pam used the utensils that were already on the table. "Ah, very good," the waitress praised. "You pick up noodles?" She ignored the three glaring girls and brought Paul a small bowl of very slippery rice noodles. She laughed as he tried several times, but could not get a grasp on the noodles and bring them to his mouth. "I swear, you're never eating Chinese again," Candy hissed at Paul. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 08 "Hey, I can't help it," he complained. "Use your fork, buddy, quit showing off you can use chopsticks," Cindy hissed. Pam just glared at him. "Oh, you give up on chopsticks?" the waitress asked when she came back and saw Paul using his fork. "Fork's easier," Paul offered and she smiled. ---- "Got lucky," Bill Broussard groused when Jake spelled out 'quiche' on the Scrabble board. "Finally," Emily laughed. "A word we don't have to argue about." "Wait a minute," Jake laughed. "You mean 'quiche' is really a word?" "It is and you know it," Bobbi laughed. ---- Big Eddie smiled down at Daphne as she lovingly rubbed his feet and calves, working her way up to his thighs. "Baby, I should be the one rubbing your beautiful legs," he sighed. "Nonsense," she smiled. "You work hard; you need to relax." "You work hard too," he reminded her. "Mm hmm," she smiled. "I do work very hard, don't I? Got a real slave driver for a boss, you know." "Yes ma'am," he smiled. "But look," she laughed and gripped his hard cock with one hand. "My hard work's paying off!" He groaned as she sucked him down her throat and lovingly licked and sucked the thick cock. He groaned again when she took it back out of her mouth and sighed as she nuzzled and sucked on his heavy testicles. He groaned again in disappointment as she resumed rubbing his thighs. She looked up at him and laughed. "Don't worry Big Eddie," she laughed. "I'll take care of Little Eddie soon enough. Go on, finish your drink." He picked up the whiskey on the rocks and sipped it while she rubbed his thighs and teasingly brushed her hair back and forth across his throbbing, drooling cock. He did shift slightly; his sweat was making the leather armchair stick to his naked flesh. He resolved he would sit in the velour wingback chair the next time. "I just love the feeling of leather against my bare skin, don't you?" Daphne whispered "So, if I picked up you and threw you on that leather couch of yours," Ed suggested. "I'd fuck your brains out," she promised. He loved that she left her spiked-heel shoes on while they made love on her leather couch. "God, that was terrible," he teased as she lay on top of him, trying to catch her breath. "What?" she shrieked. "Yeah, you were supposed to fuck my brains out, but I'm sitting here, still able to think," he smiled. "Did I say we were finished?" she asked and kissed him hungrily. ---- Jamie wasn't too sure what they found so damned funny as she was sharing about her kid driving her nuts. Finally Gabe patted her on the leg. "My baby's thirty one years old, and she still drives me nuts," he laughed. "Son of a bitch," she had to laugh. "You mean, they don't out-grow this?" "Have you?" Claire asked her and again laughter filled the room. ---- "My period's getting ready to start," Cindy confessed to Paul as he pulled the car up to the Basin. "That mean we can't kiss?" he asked her and she smiled happily. "Yeah, if we must," she huffed playfully. "That's why you wanted to sit there," Pam accused Cindy. "So you'd be the first one to kiss with him!" "It's either him or you," Cindy teased Pam. "Him," Pam finally decided. She leaned close to Cindy's ear. "Don't take this the wrong way," she whispered. "But when I'm this close to my time of the month, I really don't feel like kissing you." "Me either," Cindy laughed. "Oh, good," Pam laughed. "I was afraid I was being all selfish." "I like this car," Candy said. "Better than the Impala?" Paul asked. "Tons," Candy said. "The Impala's kind of ugly." ---- He was nervous. Elizabeth smiled and kissed him hotly, then dragged him upstairs. A quick check around confirmed that they were indeed all alone. She dragged him into her bedroom and made him laugh as she impatiently tried to unbutton his shirt. "Watch," he smiled and pulled the snap buttons apart. "Fine, Mr. Smarty Pants," she said and kissed him again. She walked to the bedroom door and smiled at him. "Get ready; I'll be right back," she promised. He finished undressing and flopped down on her bed, adjusting the pillows so he could sit up and watch her as she returned. Idly, he stroked his cock. "Oh shit," he muttered and came all over his belly. Elizabeth stood in the doorway, dressed in leather jacket, unzipped, leather harness and dildo, and knee high leather boots. Her excitement was obvious; her nipples were sticking straight out and her thighs were wet. "I hope you're ready," she said, voice cracking. "I sure am." She got onto the bed and roughly jerked his legs apart. Walking on her knees, she got between his spread legs and smiled at him. "Ready?" she whispered and blipped the latex cock with her left hand. "You did, you did lubricate that thing, right?" he asked her. "Yeah," she said and demonstrated by sliding her left hand up and down the length of the shaft. "Oh, damn it," Teddy grunted as she reached down with her right hand and located his tightly clenched anus. Elizabeth didn't really know what to do; she'd watched a few clips of this on the Internet. Luckily, Teddy was inexperienced as well. Elizabeth put the head of the dildo to Teddy's anus and pressed. Teddy's anus was clenched as tightly as it had ever been clenched so she laughed when it bounced up and slapped her in the belly. She gripped it wither left hand and again put it to her lover's anus. "Oh, own, son of a oh God!" Teddy howled as Elizabeth jammed four inches of the six-inch dildo into his protesting bowels. "Oh, God!" she exclaimed, horrified that she was hurting him. She pulled the dildo out an inch, but he grunted and pulled her back down and spurted his hot semen onto her belly and the undersides of her heavy breasts. "Oh, God!" he grunted and she laughed and kissed him hotly. She thrust the dildo back in and he thrashed underneath her. "Like that, bitch?" she teased and then switched the vibrating base on. Her eyes opened wide and she shuddering orgasm. Chapter 75 Elaine was nervous, more nervous than when her mother was first teaching her how to drive. Her depth perception was nonexistent and there was a huge gap between her right eye and the driver's side of the car. "But you'll never learn if you don't try," Carmen said and pointed to the keys in the ignition. "Start it." "Why I got to come?" Elise asked from the back seat of the car. "So we can all die together," Elaine said. "Gee thanks!" Elise squealed. "I told you," Carmen said. "We're going to get breakfast at Waffle House." "Ew!" Elise complained. "Awful House?" Inside, Elise was bursting with pride. She would never have the courage to try, not after all that Elaine had been through. But who wants to tell their big sister that they love them, that they're proud of them? ---- Candy was miserable. Cindy was miserable. Pam was miserable. Marie smiled happily as she and Pam bustled about in the small Robichaux kitchen, fixing breakfast. Even in her misery, Pam hoped that Paul noticed. Noticed that she wasn't just sitting there, complaining. Noticed that she was fixing them breakfast. Miss Bobbi said she was turning into quite the cook. Miss Marie said the same thing. She hoped Paul noticed. Marie grabbed the can of shortening and shook it, testing the weight. She smiled over her shoulder at her man. "Shortening's getting kind of light; need to buy some more," she called out and laughed as he blushed hotly. "Can use butter, they haven't got enough shortening," Pam offered and Miss Marie smiled and playfully tweaked the girl's nose. "We got enough for biscuits," she smiled. "Might need some more for later, though." "I like using me a fork to mix it up," Pam said as Marie handed her the pastry knife. She hoped Paul noticed as she and Miss Marie dropped the biscuits onto the greased cookie sheet. She looked over her shoulder at the handsome young man. Her heart did a little flip-flop as he smiled at her. ---- Jamie felt like strangling the kid. He sat at the table and waited for her to serve him. She and Ed had spoiled him that was becoming more and more evident. "Forget where the kitchen is?" Jamie asked him. "No, it's right there," he said and pointed. "Then get up and get your own breakfast," Jamie snapped. She again felt like strangling him as he loudly slammed things around, making sure that she knew of his displeasure. ---- Daphne smiled as she looked at Big Eddie. He slept soundly, snoring lightly. She eased the sheets down and smiled as his half-flaccid cock came into view. "Breakfast," she said and took him into her mouth. He woke up with a jolt and she smiled up at him. "Sorry, got hungry," she laughed and resumed sucking on his cock. She squealed with laughter as he playfully swatted her on her backside, and then groaned as he pulled her over. "Oh, Big Eddie," she groaned as he began to lick and suck at her pussy. ---- Elizabeth ignored the call; it was Missy calling her again. It went to her voice mail and a moment later her cell phone beeped, letting her know that she had a message. She sighed and went to delete it, then decided to listen to it. Despite her anger, she did actually miss having a friend. Her domineering twin had pretty much driven away most of her friends; graduation had driven away the rest of them. She wondered if she should tell Teddy that Missy was pregnant with his baby. Teddy. Just the thought of him filled her with love and happiness. And the thought that Missy Webber was carrying around his baby, carrying her baby filled Elizabeth with a white-hot rage. She should be the one to carry Teddy's baby. She slapped the jelly on the piece of whole-wheat toast and grabbed another piece of toast. ---- Elaine let out her breath and rested her head on the steering wheel. Her entire face was coated with sweat, despite the air conditioning blowing in her face. "I'm getting the All-Star, what about you?" Carmen asked as she got out of the car. She wanted to tell her daughter just how proud of her she was. Those forty miles had to be some of the longest in Elaine's life, but at the same time, she didn't want to overwhelm the girl. She wanted to act as if it were natural to drive that far with only one eye. If Elaine believed it was normal, then it would be normal. "Omelet," Elise declared. "With extra cheese." "You'll get all stopped up," Elaine said as she got out of the car. "So?" Elise said as she yanked open the door for the three of them. "Totally worth it." "Whatever, butt brain," Elaine laughed. Her legs were actually shaking as she walked. The strain of driving forty miles was a lot more than she'd anticipated. But after breakfast, Mom would expect her to turn around and drive them all back. She wondered why her mother had insisted on this one; there was a Waffle House in Bender and another one in Kimble. "Can I get coffee too?" Elaine asked Carmen. "One," Carmen decided. "One cup." "You got a license be driving like a madwoman?" Dick Davis asked as the three women sat down. "Well, hey there!" Carmen smiled. "Hi," he smiled and shook his head as Elaine worriedly tried to find her driver's license. "Honey, I was kidding." "Oh!" Elaine breathed a sigh of relief, and then scowled at him for making her worry like that. "What are you doing here?" Carmen asked him. "Had to drop off a prisoner, extradition to Lafayette parish," he explained. "I like coming here afterward; best coffee in town." "Join us?" Carmen asked and slid over. "If you don't mind," he agreed and sat down next to her. ---- Teddy strummed his guitar; he was trying to write a song for Elizabeth. She knew he played guitar, had tried to understand when he talked about it, but he'd never played for her. He'd never played for anyone; he was terminally shy and introverted. "Wow, so what'd you do with all that money?" Matt asked from the doorway. "What money?" Teddy asked. "The money you were supposed to pay for lessons," Matt teased. "Shut up, butt hole," Teddy yelled. Matt laughed and disappeared down the hall. ---- "The girls are out of the house," Jake whispered seductively in his wife's ear. "And I can't get comfortable no matter what I do," Bobbi complained. "Not even on your knees?" Jake teased. "God, Jake, I'm as big as a house!" Bobbi complained and slapped him. "And you still want to have sex?" "Baby," Jake said honestly. "You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen." "Fine, fine," she said and rolled over not her back, spreading her legs. "Come on." :Boy, when you put it like that..." Jake said. But he was slipping his boxers off with one hand while fondling her breast with the other. Beaux barked excitedly. "Damn dog, get out of here," Jake ordered. ---- "Look, they got a forty eight footer, only thirty five thousand," Bill Broussard excitedly told Emily. "Needs a little TLC..." "The girls are out of the house," Emily said. "And you want to look at house boats?" He looked over his shoulder as she smiled and teasingly raised the hem of her nightshirt. Just before her sparse red bush came into view, she dropped the hem of the garment and turned around. "But if you're too busy..." she said then squealed as Bill knocked over the computer chair in his haste to grab her. Chapter 76 : About fucking time," Doug Jensen barked when J.R. answered the telephone. J.R. agreed to meet with the bail bondsman, bringing along the deed on the house trailer. "Monday?" J.R. complained. "Hey, I work, you know?" "Do it on your fucking lunch break," Doug yelled into the telephone. ---- "Mama's got a boyfriend," Elise sang from the back seat as Elaine drove them home. "Shut up, we're just going out for coffee," Carmen defended. "Mom, it's all right if you have a boyfriend," Elaine quietly said. "He looks like a nice guy." "Keep your eyes on the road," Carmen ordered. "Uh huh," Elaine said. "Yeah, keep your eyes on the road; we're lucky we didn't get killed going there," Elise shouted from the back seat. "You're lucky I don't kill you now," Elaine yelled back. "Keep your eyes on the road," Carmen ordered. ---- Missy almost sobbed when she heard Elizabeth's voice on the other end of the phone. "I'm still mad at you," Elizabeth said. "Don't think just 'cause I called you it's all good." "I know, I know," Missy agreed. "But I do miss you," Elizabeth confessed. "Oh, I missed you too," Missy laughed and wiped at her runny nose. "So, you and me and Teddy, we're going to LA Scalia's," Elizabeth said. "They got this really great buffet for lunch." "Okay," Missy happily agreed. Elizabeth wondered if it was because her period had started; her hormones seemed to be bouncing all over the place. One minute she was happy, then next minute she felt like either crying or killing someone. She called Teddy and he was less than enthusiastic about seeing Missy. She felt her anger bubbling up and ended the call before she told Teddy, her boyfriend, her lover to just forget it. She'd go to the damned lunch by herself and both Teddy and Missy could go to Hell. But she bit her anger and repeated his words of love back to him. She smiled as she went downstairs; Daddy slept in his favorite chair, snoring loudly. "Hmm? What?" he snorted and woke up as Elizabeth lightly kissed him on his cheek. "Daddy, I need..." she said as he pulled himself up, sitting upright in the recliner. "Damn it, Elizabeth," he smiled. "Did you wake me up just for that?" "No," she smiled. "I woke you up to tell you that I love you very much, you're the best daddy in the whole wide world and I need some money." "I love you very much too, you're the best daughter in the whole wide world and tough toenails," he said as he was digging for his wallet. "Daddy!" she squealed, laughing. "How much you need, sugar booger?" he asked. "A million," she said. ""How about twenty?" he asked and fished a twenty dollar bill out. "Forty, please," she asked and he shook his head but fished another twenty out. "Thanks Daddy," she smiled and kissed his cheek. "Oh, did you have fun with your girlfriend?" "Yes, yes, we had a nice time," he admitted while blushing hotly. ---- Paul smiled as the man looked at the Impala. The man looked up and smiled apologetically. "Was my first car," the man explained. "My old man bought me a used taxi, believe that?" He looked at the interior again. "Man, I hated that piece of shit," the guy said. "Of course, soon as I sold it, I wanted it back." "Well, here it is," Paul smiled. "Used to go down to the lakefront, me and my buddies," the guy said. "We'd fit eight or nine of us in that tank. Plus a big old ice chest in the back. Should have seen us." Paul smiled and looked over his shoulder at the Galaxy his dad just brought in. As soon as this guy quit beating his gums and left, Paul could get to work on that thing. "Oh well, them days are gone forever, ain't they?" the man said and rapped his knuckles affectionately on the roof of the Impala. "Suppose so," Paul agreed. "Ah, what do you know about it?" the guy laughed. "Hell, you ain't even started on your memories yet. Paul looked into the interior of the Impala and smiled at the man. He had plenty of memories of this car. The front seat had held him and Candy and Cindy Broussard on their very first date. The back seat had held him and Pam the first time they'd made love. He'd spread Cindy's ass cheeks wide in the back seat of this car as he sunk his cock into her tight ass. He had attempted anal sex with Candy in the back seat of this car. (She had balked the moment he pressed his cock head to her tightly clenched anus.) He'd watched Cindy and Candy lick at each other's pussies in the back seat while Pam hungrily sucked his cock in the front seat. "Hey, I'm trying," Paul, laughed and the guy smiled and got into his minivan. Even twenty feet away, he could hear the man's wife shrilly telling him that he was wasting their time, looking at cars in this junkyard. He tried to imagine Candy, or Cindy, or Pam being shrill with him. He couldn't imagine it. They loved him too much. "Uh uh uh," Bob said as Paul approached the Galaxy. "That's mine." "Aw, come on, Dad!" Paul laughed. "Uh uh," Bob smiled. "Go work on that ugly ass Gremlin, you that hot to work on a car?" Marie's truck crunched on the clamshell parking lot and Bob began to walk toward the truck. "Stay away from my car," Bob warned. "Uh huh," Paul smirked and popped the hood on the Gremlin. ---- Ed Baggett smiled as he looked over the documents. They'd been couriered to his office on Friday morning, but he'd not wanted to look at them. "Hot damn," he said. "That is one good lawyer." According to the papers, his son would not have to serve any jail time. Yes, he would have to pay a fine, would have to go through the probation circuit, but this was better than he could have hoped for. He dialed Jamie's phone number and gritted his teeth as Bill's surly voice answered. "Hey son," he forced himself to sound cheerful. "Got some papers from your lawyer; you need to come sign them. "Why?" Bill demanded. "Because I said so," Ed said through gritted teeth. "Okay, okay, you bring them here?" Bill asked. "Son, get off your lazy ass, get into that car I'm still paying for and come sign these God Damned papers," Ed bellowed into the telephone and hung up. He called Daphne. Her bubbly, cheerful voice immediately lifted him up. "Need to come over and 'work out' some of that stress?" she asked. "Honey, don't you ever get enough?" he laughed. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 08 "Enough of my Big Eddie?" she asked. "No, I'll never get enough of that!" He was still smiling when he heard Bill's car pull into the driveway. Chapter 77 Carmen was nervous. It had been ages since she'd been out on a date. 'Just coffee' was still a date. "Mom, just wear that plaid pull over, you know, that short sleeve one," Elaine suggested. "It's too tight," Carmen said. "Exactly," Elaine said, nodding her head. "Elaine!" Carmen gasped. "Mom, you want a second date?" Elaine asked. "No, not if the only reason he's going out with me is for my boobs," Carmen lied. "Uh huh," Elaine said, finding the blouse in her mother's closet. Dick Davis made sure his clothes were clean. He checked his hair again, and then checked his clothes again. He smiled. He faced down some pretty badass motherfuckers, bikers, pimps, drug pushers, and here he was, nervous about a date with a woman. "Yeah, but she's a mighty fine woman," he said aloud and checked his breath. "And if she gives you any shit, can't shoot her." ---- Candy scowled; Pam insisted on driving. "It's going to be dark soon," Pam explained. "I said 'whatever,'" Candy said again. "Uh huh," Candy said from the back seat. "Where're we going anyway?" "I don't know," Pam giggled. "I thought you knew!" The three friends erupted in squeals of laughter. :Just go to Paul's," Candy said. "That's where you want to go anyway." "Uh huh, like you don't," Cindy said. ---- Paul looked up from the Gremlin and smiled as the Toyota pulled into the parking lot. He'd seen J.R. Jensen earlier that day as he was in the grocery store. J.R. had told him that Cindy Jensen had moved back to California almost immediately after graduation. Paul didn't know why, but that tidbit of information had saddened him somewhat. He smiled; Marie had squealed with laughter when he told her that all they had was butter flavored shortening. He didn't know why she found that so amusing and didn't want to know. His dad sure did blush hotly as they unloaded the groceries. And he left Paul to run the lot by himself. That wasn't unusual; ever since Marie moved in, Bob spent a whole lot of time at home. The Broussard sisters squealed and laughed and chattered, each demanding one hundred percent of his attention the instant the Toyota's doors were opened. Three sets of warm brown eyes looked up at him. At that very moment, Paul Robichaux knew that he was in love. "Let's go into the office," Cindy whispered and Paul quickly washed his hands clean. "I go see Dr. Minden tomorrow," Candy told him. "Um, good, who's Dr. Minden?" Paul asked. "My eye doctor, silly," she laughed and slapped him. "What time?" Paul asked. "Two thirty, why?" Candy asked. "Because I want to be there," Paul said. Three sighs told him that was the perfect thing to say. A flash of sunlight reflecting off of a windshield also told him that he didn't have time to have any intimacy with the three girls; Dad was pulling into the parking lot. "Hey Snow White," he teased as he bounced into the office. Three short girls stuck their tongues out at him as they left the office. He laughed and they couldn't help but return his laughter. "Need to get off tomorrow about two o'clock," Paul told him. Bob looked over Paul's shoulder as Paul pulled up the web site he'd been looking at and patted his son's shoulder. "So, what you going to do if it is this Retinitis Pigmentosa stuff?" he asked. "What you mean?" Paul asked. "Well, if it is, she's going to be blind in a couple of years, right?" Bob said. "Let me ask you," Paul said, looking up at his father. "What would you do if it was Marie?" "Everything I possibly could," Bob admitted. "And that's what I'll do too," Paul said. "Everything I possibly can." ---- Glen Simone looked over at the attractive blonde; not at her face, but at the impressive rack she was sporting. Courtney Simone noticed her husband's eyes and scowled. He ignored her; he was very good at ignoring her. "Too bad she's with somebody," Glen thought, forgetting that he was with somebody at that moment, his wife. Courtney looked over at the attractive blonde and nearly burst into giggles; the attractive woman was his ex-wife. She smirked at Glen, something he couldn't ignore. Anger, Glen simply let that roll off of his back like water off a duck's back. Tears, Glen weren't affected by them at all. Of remorse or regrets, Glen had no concept. Guilt was easily discarded. But someone laughing at him, that, Glen couldn't stand. He was a true sociopath. "What?" he demanded. "That's Carmen, dumb ass," she smirked. "Your ex-wife." "What?" he asked, and then looked at the blonde's face. Carmen and Dick were smiling and laughing, getting to know one another. Glen couldn't deny it; his ex-wife was a very attractive woman, especially when she smiled. Of course, she didn't smile a whole lot when they were together. She just couldn't seem to understand; why would he want to stay at home with a worn-out woman and two squawking brats. He'd much rather be out at Mickey's, or Club Paradise, and nailing some hot little blonde that wasn't riding his ass about bills, and kids, and work, and other boring stuff. Courtney did get it. She didn't begrudge him wanting to be out with his friends, didn't ride his ass when he scored with a hot piece of ass, Hell, sometimes she'd join in. Until Glen junior, that was. For the last six years, she was constantly riding his ass about getting a job, constantly riding him about spending some time with her son, constantly on him about doing stuff around the house. He looked at the still smirking Courtney and felt his anger bubble up to the surface. In the past five or six years, the bitch had really let herself go. She was at least twenty pounds overweight, actually had a couple of gray strands beginning to blend in with her blonde hair, sometimes didn't bother shaving her legs for a couple of days, and like right now, didn't have a bit of make-up on. Leaving her fat, ugly ass would wipe that smug little smile right off her face. "So, want me to call in and have his car impounded?" Dick asked when Carmen pointed out that her ex-husband and the whore that stole him away were sitting at the next table. "You wouldn't, would you?" Carmen laughed. "Hey, I'm the Sheriff," Dick smiled. "Think you could collect almost ten years of back child support?" Carmen asked, teasingly. "Ten years?" Dick asked. "You file with CPS?" "Yeah, a couple of times, but nothing ever happened, so I just quit," Carmen admitted. "Well, let me look into..." Dick said. "Hey, hey, come on," Carmen said. "Quit being a cop for a couple of minutes, huh?" "'Fraid not," Dick smiled. "It's what I am." They lapsed into silence, each sipping their coffee. "So, um, what's your favorite food?" Carmen asked. "Anything within reach," Dick said and smiled. "I mean, I work all kind of weird hours, don't always get a choice, you know?" "Dinner," Carmen decided. "Dinner tomorrow night at my house, seven o'clock, okay?" "I'll still be in uniform, that all right?" Dick asked. "Yes," Carmen said in a husky voice. "A man in uniform? Oh, that'll be all right." "Good, good," Dick smiled. ---- Pam scribbled her homework out and smiled. More and more, she was beginning to understand this stupid stuff. Candy's cell phone rang and Candy answered it. "For you," she said and gave the phone to Pam. "Hey Pam, you done that Algebra stuff yet?" Elaine asked. "This stuff's killing me!" Bursting with pride, Pam explained the steps to solving the problem, told the girl 'I love you,' and hung up. "You just told Elaine Simone you love her," Candy laughed. More and more, Pam realized, she did love. She loved Candy with all her heart, loved Paul with all her heart, and loved Cindy with all her heart. While she did not love Elaine with ALL her hart, she did have a part of her heart open for the girl. The girl was so brave. To suffer a traumatic beating like that, and just keep going, Pam did love her. "'Cause I do, goofball," Pam smiled and returned to scribbling her homework. ---- Doug Jensen looked around in disgust. He'd cleaned the trailer, made J.R. clean the trailer, made him go and get some bug spray, and still the roaches were everywhere. "God damned punk," he said and slapped his son, hard, again. "God damn it, Dad, stop it!" J.R. yelled. "Leave you alone and you turn this place into a shit hole!" Doug yelled back and slapped the kid again. "Too stupid to even change your diapers?" And that bitch daughter of his had just left. Didn't bother telling him good-bye, kiss my ass, nothing. He stomped on another one of J.R.'s pets; that's what he'd call them, J.R.'s pets. Chapter 78 Teddy yawned, apologized again to David and again started the heavy sewing needles. "Son, you'll learn," David encouraged. "You got to get more rest, though." "I know, I know," Teddy agreed. Midnight to eight was a bitch, but Ed had started him off in the highest paying bracket. Instead of making nine bucks an hour, which is what he'd be earning on either of the two other shifts, he was making nine fifty five. Big Eddie. The guys called Elizabeth's father 'Big Eddie.' David had smiled and told him that was the nickname that Daphne Guidry had given him. Teddy remembered Daphne; she was a drop-dead gorgeous red head that had smiled so prettily at him as he filled out all the paperwork. "Hell, she can call me whatever she feels like," David, laughed. "That is one fine ass woman!"" I heard that," Teddy agreed. He yawned again and smiled self-consciously as David shook his head. "Every time you yawn, you take your hand off the throttle," David complained lightly. "Slow us down too much, we'll miss quota." ---- Missy wiggled happily as she got under the covers and waited for Elizabeth to get out of the shower. And, dabbing her curly brown hair with a large towel, the beautiful girl was casually walking into the bedroom. "I love you," Missy admitted. Elizabeth stopped, looked at her for a long moment, then smiled and sat down at her vanity to finish drying her hair. Missy held her breath, waiting for Elizabeth's response. Her heart sank and the tears began to pool in her eyes; Elizabeth wasn't going to answer her. Elizabeth obviously didn't feel the same way. Elizabeth knew exactly what Missy was waiting for; it was a bit of a power game for her. Elizabeth would tell Missy what she wanted to hear just as soon as she was ready to tell her. She finished drying her hair to her satisfaction, smiled at Missy again, and turned off the light. Missy fought down the sobs as she felt the bed shift under Elizabeth's weight. When she felt Elizabeth's arms go around her and felt Elizabeth's moist lips against her neck, though, she lost the fight and began bawling. The next morning, Elizabeth smiled and softly kissed Missy's neck again. "I love you too," Elizabeth whispered into Missy's ear. ---- "Momma's got a boyfriend," Elise sang as Carmen quickly fixed their scrambled eggs. "Shut up," Carmen demanded. "Momma's got a boyfriend," both Elaine and Elise sang. "Shut up," Carmen ordered but couldn't help but burst out laughing. ---- "What the fuck you so happy about?" Jackson asked as Dick sauntered in to the station. "Just glad you my bitch," Dick said and grabbed the large man in a bear hug. "I told you, it's my turn to get on top," Jackson said and the two friends laughed. "Seriously, man, I got a date tonight, getting me some home cooked goodies," Dick smiled. "She's a real sweet woman, got two girls...." "Yeah?" Jackson smiled. "Home cooking, real sweet, man I ain't heard shit how she looks." "Saving the best for last," Dick smiled. "She is so damned good looking it hurts!" "You so full of shit," Jackson laughed. "Oh, hey, wait a minute! Wait just one fucking minute, you ain't talking about Carmen Simone, huh?" "You know it!" Dick enthused. "Aw, you fucker!" Jackson said and slapped Dick's ass. "You lucky fucker!" "And you two have guns and badges?" Officer Stevens asked as he walked by. "Yeah, I know," Dick smiled. "There just ain't no justice in the world, is there?" ---- That afternoon a very nervous Elaine drove Pam home; Candy and Miss Bobbi were at the doctor's office and didn't know when they'd be home. "See you Monday," Pam cheerfully said as she got out of the car. Elaine watched as Pam Ran up to the door and let herself into the house. Obviously Pam hadn't been nervous at all about being in the car with her. Other than making a few dumb jokes, Elise hadn't complained about Elaine driving them to Waffle House, or to the supermarket. Maybe she was making too big a deal out of it. She carefully checked all around before putting the car into gear and driving away. Pam got the ground beef out and started on their dinner. Miss Bobbi was getting too far along to be worried about cooking and Candy sure wasn't going to do it. ---- Paul and Cindy sat and waited. Cindy fanned through the magazines on the low table. "God, how old are these magazines?" Cindy asked. "Oh, here's one that's not to awful old," Paul said, picking up the Newsweek. "See? Here's a picture of Moses leading the Israelites out of Egypt, says they plan to find the Promised Land in a couple of weeks, no longer than a month or two." "Shut up, you think you're so funny," Cindy laughed and punched him. "Wow, Noah predicting a quick end to the rain season," Paul went on. "Shut up," Cindy laughed. Inside the dark room, Candy wiped the tears away. "I mean, we'll have to do a couple of tests, but it does sound like the advanced stages of Retinitis Pigmentosa," Dr. Minden said and scribbled some notes. "Is there anything can be done?" Bobbi asked. "No, well, they're working on implants, but..."Dr. Minden said. This was it. She was going blind. A chilling thought hit Candy and she gasped aloud. "Mom, what about the baby?" she asked. She turned to face Dr. Minden. "Is the baby going to have it too?" she asked, pointing to Bobbi's tummy. "It does run in some families," Dr. Minden admitted. "Mom, what are we going to do?" Candy asked, clutching her mother's hand tightly. ---- "Momma's got a boyfriend," Elise whispered loudly as Carmen bustled hurriedly. "None of that stuff when he's here, you hear me?" Carmen hissed. "Oh, come on, Mom," Elaine laughed. "Like we'd do anything to embarrass you in front of our new Daddy!" "See? See?" Carmen shrilled. "That! Right there! Scare him off before he even sits down!" "So, I can't climb up into his lap and ask him to read me a story?" Elaine teased. "I will kill you," Carmen hissed. "I can't ask him to tuck me in?" Elise asked. "So help me God," Carmen warned, and then yelped as the doorbell rang. "Momma's got a boyfriend," Elise and Elaine whispered loudly. "Go answer the door," Carmen ordered. "And no funny stuff, you hear me?" Dick was very nervous. Suppose he slipped up and cursed in front of this lady and her kids? Around the station, they didn't worry about watching their mouths. They felt like saying 'fuck,' the said 'fuck.' He smiled as Elaine opened the door and smiled at him. "Hi, come on in," she said. Under her breath, she whispered to him, "Even if you don't like her cooking, you better say it's good; she's been busting her ass all day on this stuff." He laughed out loud; a little more at ease. This lady was as nervous as he was. The cooking was good. They ate in the kitchen, not bothering with the pretenses of eating in the dining room, which was used primarily as a place to study and do homework as the lighting was better in that room. Carmen, Elaine, and Elise tried to act prim and proper. Finally, Carmen had to laugh. They were not prim and proper. "I'm sorry," she laughed out loud. "I don't know who these people are, but this isn't us!" She smiled at him. "Eat. Eat like you would if you were at home," she said. To her kids she said, "Go ahead, and act like y'all always do, act like a bunch of animals. Better he sees us the way we really are now so it won't be such a shock later on." "Momma's got a boyfriend," Elise mouthed to her and laughed out loud when Carmen slapped her in the back of the head. "You ain't going to arrest her?" Elise asked him. "She just hit me!" "Didn't see nothing," Dick shrugged and dug into the mashed potatoes. ---- Matt smiled from the doorway as Elizabeth tiptoed over to the sleeping Teddy. He muffled his snicker as she wet her finger in her mouth, and then stuck the wet digit into Teddy's ear. "What? Huh?" Teddy grunted and groaned and Elizabeth giggled. "Hey Baby," she smiled. "I came to take you for dinner; can't have my man going to work all hungry." He looked at the alarm clock; it was almost eight o'clock already. "Okay, okay, let me get dressed," Teddy, mumbled. "Ooh, you're naked under there?" Elizabeth asked and began pulling the sheets back. "No, I'm not," Teddy said, but held the sheets tightly. "Let me see," Elizabeth insisted. Teddy was embarrassed; he slept in pajamas. "Cute," Elizabeth smiled, kissed him on his cheek and skipped out of the room so he could get dressed in private. "I like her," Matt said. "Yeah, me too," Teddy admitted. ---- Pam beamed with pride as Paul praised her cooking. Miss Bobbi, Mr. Jake, and Candy and Cindy had also praised her cooking, but it was Paul's approval she wanted the most. "Yeah," Candy teased. "Beaux likes it a whole bunch." "Better not be feeding him no meatloaf!" Pam protested. Over coffee, the six of them talked about the bad news Dr. Minden had given them. There weren't really any options; no surgeries or treatments to reverse the eye disease. "Why even bother?" Candy asked when Jake brought up college. "You're going blind, not dying," Paul said. "Yeah, Candy, all kinds of blind people do all kinds of stuff," Pam encouraged. "Like what?" Candy demanded. "I don't know, Pam finally had to admit. ---- Teddy gritted his teeth; Missy was right there, as always. He was glad that Elizabeth had made up with her; friendships were important, but he would have liked to have a little alone time with Elizabeth before clocking in. Missy's leg hurt; Elizabeth keeps kicking it under the table. She was supposed to tell Teddy she was knocked up with his kid. She couldn't, though. She just couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. The murderous looks Elizabeth was shooting her, though, let her know she had better do it soon. "Tomorrow," she whispered to Elizabeth. "Tomorrow night, okay?" "Tomorrow, or on Saturday, I'm telling him," Elizabeth conceded. Chapter 79 Damn, he was a good kisser. And the fact that he looked so good in a uniform didn't hurt one bit. "So, how was the 'home-cooking?'" she asked and kissed him again before he could answer. "It was damned good, and you know it," he answered when she finally released his mouth. "See anything left on my plate?" "No," she smiled. "And," he said when she released his mouth again. "I'm hoping I'm invited back for more home cooking." "Just the cooking?" she teased. "Hey," he grew serious and took her hands into his. "You, um, you got two girls, you know? I mean, I want to throw you over my shoulder and carry you up them stairs, but you know? Not in front of the kids." She burst out laughing and kissed him again. "Oh, come on, Dick!" she laughed. "I doubt very seriously if either one of my girls are virgins!" "I am too!" Elise shouted out, and then clapped her hands over her mouth as Elaine glared at her. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 08 "Go to bed. Now!" Carmen yelled from the couch. "Sorry about that," she laughed again and Dick smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "But, see?" he smiled. "That's kind of what I'm talking about. Yeah, I want more. A LOT MORE, but I also want to do things right, you know?" "This had better not be some line you're feeding me," Carmen said as she kissed him again. "It ain't a line," he promised her. "Hell, I don't have any lines. I mean, other than 'You have the right to remain silent.'" Carmen glared toward the stairway as she heard Elise giggle at Dick's line. "Good night," Dick smiled and got to his feet. "I had a great time, can't wait to do it again." "Really?" Carmen asked and hugged him tightly at the door. "Even with two brats hanging around?" "They're good kids," Dick corrected her. "I've never seen either one of them in my lock-up. I'll call you as soon as I see my schedule, okay?" "You're the sheriff," she reminded him. "You're the one who makes the schedule." "Yeah, I know," he agreed. "But I like doing things as fair as possible. A guy needs some time off, I take his shift. A guy needs to take his wife to the movies, or out to eat, I work that night so he can keep his woman happy." "Well, then," she smiled. "Give me a call as soon as you get your schedule." "Yes ma'am," he smiled. He turned to face the stairwell. "Good night girls," he called out. "Good night," Elaine and Elise both answered. As soon as the door shut behind him Elaine and Elise bounded into the living room. "Momma's got a boyfriend," they both sang out. "Damned right I do!" Carmen laughed out loud. ---- Pam held her best friend as Candy cried. "And the worst thing is, Paul ain't never going to want to marry me," Candy had whispered. "What would he want with some blind girl?" Pam knew Candy was just feeling sorry for her, but could hardly blame her. She'd been given some pretty harsh news. She doubted that Paul Robichaux, the man that all three of them loved with all their hearts was shallow enough to dump a girl, just because she was blind. If there were anything that could be done, Paul would do it. "I'm sure he still loves you," Pam reassured her. "Yeah right," Candy said bitterly. "I'm sure he does," Pam repeated. "I still love you. Why wouldn't Paul?" Candy thought about it for a few minutes, and then kissed Pam softly on her lips. "You're right," she said. "If Paul was the one going blind, I'd still love him with all my heart. Why wouldn't he?" "Well, there you go," Pam, said. Damn it. She was the one that loved Paul the most; why was she trying to convince Candy not to give up on Paul? Because she also loved Candy. "Good night, I love you," she said and kissed Candy again. ---- Cindy cried and cried as she thought about her best friend in the whole world losing her eyesight. Finally, she picked up her cell phone and hit the speed dial. "Hello?" Candy whispered into the phone. "I'm coming over," Cindy sniffled into the phone. "Okay," Candy agreed and got out of bed. "And where do you think you're going?" Emily asked. Cindy had her favorite pillow under her arm as she put her hand on the doorknob. "Candy's," Cindy sobbed. "Good night," Emily said. Beaux announced the arrival of Cindy and Candy and Pam both led the way to Candy's bedroom "It's going to be all right," Candy assured her best friend. "But I don't want you to go blind," Cindy cried. "Like I do?" Candy asked. ---- For the first time since he'd started dating the Broussard sisters, Paul was having a difficult time masturbating. The idea that Candy was going to lose her eyesight, was going to be blind was a bit daunting. Dad and Marie were upset as well; both of them really loved the three girls, loved having them around and wanted only the best for the three of them. "Gee I'm popular tonight," Candy joked as her cell phone rang. "Hey, it's me," Paul said. "Just thinking about you." He smiled as three muffled squeals greeted him. He could imagine all three of them in bed together, locked in a daisy chain. He could imagine parting Candy's heavy thighs apart and delving a greasy finger into her anus. He could imagine putting the head of his cock to her tightly clenched anus and slowly forcing his way in. "That's more like it," he thought as he felt his cock begin to swell. They chattered in hushed tones; it was late. Finally, Paul spurted heavily into a wad of tissues, said his goodnights to the three of them and hung up. "I love him so much," Candy squealed as quietly as possible. "Me too," Pam and Cindy admitted. ---- Glen was thoroughly irritated. Courtney would not stop smirking at him. Everything he said was greeted with a smirk, then a sarcastic answer. Or worse yet, silence. "Going to work," she called out. "Thank God," he muttered as she left the house. She worked the midnight to eight shifts at the mattress factory, making twelve fifteen an hour. "Yeah, I was making a shipload more at Club Paradise," Courtney admitted. "But the factory has health insurance." And since Glen junior suffered from severe asthma, insurance was a necessity. In fact, Glen could hear the boy's wheezing all the way down the hall. "Use your inhaler," he yelled and turned up the sound on the television. ---- David smiled as Teddy tried to work quickly. Finally, he grabbed the kid by the collar. "Okay, you're just spinning your wheels," David smiled. "Teddy, work smart, not hard. Okay?" "Okay, you're the boss," Teddy smiled sheepishly. "Uh huh, that's right," David smiled. "Now, the bobbin's getting a little thin there, probably ought to get another bobbin of thread, right?" "Yeah," Teddy agreed. "So, go get the bobbin. That way, when you need it, 'Boom!' It's right there," David said. "You're fucking amazing," Herman, an older man laughed as Teddy ran off to get another bobbin. "Uh huh, he's a good kid, just young," David smiled and started up the sewing machine. He finished sewing three mattresses before Teddy returned with the large bobbin of thread. "Okay, this is going to be fun," David said. "Showing you how to change out the thread." ---- Bill tossed and turned on the couch. He didn't know why he had to sleep on the couch; if anything, it should be his mom sleeping on the couch. Elizabeth had looked so good tonight. She was wearing a tank top that emphasized her large breasts, and shorts that showed off her incredible ass. What she saw in that scrawny little puke, Teddy Lemoine was beyond him. And she was still running around with that fucking rug munching cunt, Missy Webber. The thought of that blonde with her head between Elizabeth's thighs, lapping at Elizabeth's smooth pussy made his cock ache for release. "For God's sake, son," Jamie shrilled as she walked through the living room from the bathroom. "Do that somewhere else!" His erection wilted in his hand. ---- Daphne smiled as Big Eddie snored next to her. He said he loved her. He had better love her; she was deeply, madly in love with him. She'd been attracted to him the first time she laid eyes on him. He was tall, almost six foot four, with broad shoulders and not too much of a paunch. She could tell he was slightly older, with a head full of brown hair, turning gray. The most attractive feature about him, though, was his smile. It was a real smile, and held real warmth. She'd held her breath and lay all of her cards on the table. She did have a degree in Business Administration with a minor in Accounting, but as David Guidry, not Daphne Guidry. The fact that she was now 'Daphne' instead of 'Dave' was the whole reason Abdul's in DeGarde had let her go. They claimed it was because their new software bundle, the software bundle she'd installed for them, made her job obsolete. When she threatened to sue, they settled with her out of court. "Okay, but you still remember how to do Account Management, right?" he asked her. That alone would have been enough; he treated her like a woman, not a freak. But at the time, he was married so she simply fantasized about him, about him falling in love with her and sweeping her off her feet. "I love you so much," she whispered to him as he slept. "So, so much." Chapter 80 Doug Jensen sneered; the stupid kid hadn't even looked at his ID badge. The one he had pinned onto his shirt collar was from last year; the blue background would have told anyone else that. "Yeah, went out to my car to get something, forgot my keys inside; Doug had told Teddy. He stayed close to the wall, close to the shadows. A few people looked his way, but he kept his head down, didn't make eye contact with them. The incinerator had been shut down three years ago. An environmental group had protested in front of the factory, claiming that the noxious fumes were bad for the Ozone layer. That big pussy, Ed Baggett had actually gotten some dumb ass scientist out there and had it shut down. It was capped off. Doug knew that burning at full capacity, it would take less than an hour for the place to fill with gas, then would blow, destroying the records in Daphne's office, located right next to the old incinerator. No records, no proof that he'd stolen, no trial and no jail time for him. "God damn, who would have ever guess that such a hot looking bitch could be such a cold cunt?" Doug asked himself as he turned the jets on. The small area filled very rapidly with the gas. Doug panicked and scurried backward to get out of the cramped container. His belt buckle scraped the metal underside of the incinerator. ---- The three girls slept soundly in their bed. A loud rumble, like the sound of thunder woke them from their sleep. If that had not done it, Beaux's frantic barking would have. "Beaux, shut up," Candy sleepily ordered. He would not, instead he started howling. "Something's wrong," Jake said and got up to investigate. "Uh, oh!" Bobbi grunted. "Oh, God! Jake, baby!" "Are you sure?" Jake asked, slightly panicked. Bill Broussard looked out the bedroom window to see if he could see the source of the rumble. A faint glow started off in the west. The longer he stood there, the brighter it grew. The realization of the source chilled him. "Son of a bitch, I bet that's the factory!" he said and hurriedly began to dress. "Where you going?" Emily sleepily asked him. "Factory's burning!" he said frantically. "And you a fireman?" she asked, sitting up. "No, but Baby, that's my factory!" he said. "They might need me there!" "No, Bill," Emily very firmly said. "They don't need you getting in the way, and I don't need you getting hurt." ---- The sirens woke Ed Baggett up, just as his cell phone rang. He pulled the phone out of his pants' pocket. "Oh my God," he said. "I'll be right there." Ed turned to a sleeping Daphne and lightly shook her shoulder. She pulled the sheets over her head, grumbling. "The factory's on fire," he said urgently. She woke up and sat up. "What? Are you sure?" she asked and started scrambling out of bed. "Yes, Sweetheart; alarm company just called. "What happened? She asked as she was pulling on her blue jeans. "Don't know, just know that four fire departments are responding" "We'll take my car; you drive like an old woman," she said and pulled her tennis shoes on. "I do not," he argued, but let her drag them to her car. The flames were visible over the treetops. The sounds of sirens arriving and leaving the site of the factory drowned out almost all over sound. Overhead, a news helicopter could be seen, shooting the horrific scene. Ed did not realize it, but he was crying as he saw ambulances pulling out of the parking lot, lights flashing and sirens screaming. Daphne pulled into a vacant spot and waited for him to make the first move. "Mother of God, please help us," he prayed out loud and opened the car door. "There are people still inside!" Courtney Simone screamed at the firemen. "Ma'am, please!" a fireman yelled at her as a paramedic tried to tend to her many cuts. Ed surveyed the scene and felt sick. Several of his employees, his friends, were badly cut and bleeding. Some were severely burned and were being loaded into the ambulances as quickly as possible. Most were coughing from the noxious fumes the burning foam rubber created. Then he saw the few forms on the grass, covered completely with sheets. "Oh, my God no," he moaned. A sickening rumble was heard, and then the roof collapsed. "There are people in there!" Courtney screamed and fought with the paramedic, trying to get to the still burning building. Jacob Jerome Broussard junior was born at two fifty two that morning, as the victims of the factory fire were being brought into the same hospital. ---- Seven people lost their lives that night. Elizabeth Baggett was in shock when her father tearfully told her that Teddy had been one of the seven. Numbly, she went through the motions of her days. The reality did not fully hit her until the lid was closed on his coffin. Up until that moment, she believed that Teddy was too young to truly be dead. She clung desperately to Missy Webber; the baby that grew inside of Missy was her only link left to Teddy Lemoine. ---- The morning after the fire, Ed Baggett stood in front of the charred, still smoking remains of the factory and told the men and women of Bender, Louisiana that he would continue to pay the salaries of all of his employees, in full, until the new factory could be built. Dick Davis stood by, silently observing the crowd. He did not think that there would be any trouble, but when emotions ran high, you could never tell. Next to him stood Carmen Simone. He'd worked until the last car had left the parking lot; dawn had broken over the horizon. Exhausted, he got into his cruiser and drove to a place he felt safe, felt welcomed. "Dick, what on...?" Carmen asked, opening the door for him. The enormity and tragedy of what he had just been through hit him and he began to sob openly. She pulled him into her house and held him in her arms until he stopped crying. "Hi Mr. Dick," Elise said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world for him to be there, when she bounded downstairs for breakfast and saw a red-eyed Dick sitting at the table, holding a cup of coffee. He smiled up at her; he had been right to come here. He was safe, he was welcomed. Jamie watched the broadcast on television. She felt a sense of pride for her husband. He was a good man, and an honest man. She did recognize the loving looks the tall red head was giving him. "Good for him," she said aloud. "He deserves to be happy." Then she turned to her son. Bill Baggett was sneering at the images on the television, sneering at the men and women that wept openly at the horrific tragedy that had befallen their town and their townspeople. "You got two weeks to either get a job or get another place to live," she said. "I am sick and tired of you just laying around all day and night, you hear?" ---- Brother Dominick beamed with pride as he presented the second graduating class of 2002. There were only five students, but all five of them had worked hard to be sitting on the stage in the gymnasium. Pam actually felt lightheaded as a loud cheer went up for her. Candy, Cindy, Paul, Miss Bobbi, Miss Emily, Miss Marie, Mr. Jake, Mr. Bill, and Mr. Bob cheered and stomped there feet for her. She did not care that Jashawn or her half-brother or sister was absent. She'd only invited them at Miss Bobbi's insistence. Elaine Simone also beamed with pride as she received her diploma. Her mother and sister screamed and cheered. Dick Davis showed a little restraint, but did clap for her. She'd invited her father as well, but he did not come. Courtney and Glen junior, however, did attend and joined in the loud cheer. "Damn it, Jake," Bobbi hissed. "Stop it!" He held the baby and sobbed as Bobbi and Emily snapped several pictures of the ceremony and the reception that followed. ---- "Oh no!" Hashim playfully whined. "You bring even more people? I run out of food, you all go to McDonalds, they feed you." "Look, Hashim," Pam squealed and showed him her high school diploma. "Okay, she eat here, the rest of you, bye bye," Hashim said. "Aw, Hashim, you'd throw US out of here?" Cindy and Candy asked, batting their eyes playfully at him. "Um, okay, I only have enough food for ladies, none left for you men, bye bye," Hashim said as he showed them to the large table. "You're going to love this place," Pam told Mr. Jake and Mr. Bill and Miss Emily and Miss Bobbi. "He also has some great beer," Bob told Bill. "Some Indian stuff; I forget what it's called, I just tell him 'give me a beer.'." "Gives me horrible heartburn," Marie confided to Emily. Paul saw a red-eyed Elizabeth sitting with Missy Webber. The tell-tale bulge was beginning to show on Missy, but as slender as she was, the size of the bulge wasn't much indication of how far along she was. ---- "Thank you for coming tonight," Elaine thanked Dick Davis. "Like I'd miss it," he smiled. "You're going?" Carmen asked as he walked toward the door. "Well yeah, I uh," he stammered. "You don't have to," she whispered to him. "You sure?" he whispered back. "I'm sure," she smiled. "I'd really like it if you'd stay." "Then I'm staying," he whispered back. ---- Paul loaded the suitcases into the trunk of the Impala. His own suitcase was on the back seat of the large car; Candy, Cindy's and Pam's suitcases took up the entire trunk. He did a few minor adjustments to the load then slammed the trunk shut. He smiled as Mr. Jake and Miss Bobbi and Mr. Bill and Miss Emily again and again told their girls good-bye. There were many tears; Mr. Jake wasn't the only one crying this time. It had taken several minutes for him to leave his own home; Dad and Marie hugging him, telling him to be careful, telling him they were proud of him, telling him they loved him. "I'm trusting you to take care of my girls," Jake tried to sound gruff as he said it. It was hard for him to look gruff; though, holding onto a sleeping Jacob. "Thank you sir," Paul said. "I appreciate your trust." "And make sure they go to church every Sunday, and make sure they call us at least once a week, and..." Bobbi demanded as she hugged the young man. "Same here," Emily said as she too hugged him. "Permission to use duct tape?" Paul teased. "Whatever it takes," Bill said. "But, please, make sure my little girl's safe." "Yes sir," Paul assured him as they shook hands. Candy stuck her tongue out at Cindy and Pam as she climbed into the Impala. Cindy shook her head and climbed into the driver's seat of the Toyota. Pam got into the passenger seat, after one last hug of Miss Bobbi, Mr. Jake, Miss Emily, and Mr. Bill and one last kiss for Jacob. "Ready?" Paul asked Candy. The parents watched tearfully as three squealing girls drove away. ---- Elaine watched with interest as the movers unloaded the small truck. So far she saw little that would tell her what kind of person was moving in. The furniture did look masculine; dark, leather but that wasn't a sure thing. Then after the truck pulled out, she saw a Porsche race up to the house and skid to a stop in the newly completed garage. The new owner got out, long blond hair in a ponytail. She smiled widely; he still had on his white lab coat; obviously had just gotten off of work. He smiled as he saw her walking across the street toward him. She returned his smile. "Charlie," she breathed his name. The End of 'the Broussard Sisters 08.' The Broussard Sisters Ch. 09 *Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in any sexual acts are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 81 Pam was sucking on Paul's cock; she loved the taste of his come. She would hold his come in her mouth and savor the salty, gluey taste of him, then swallow it slowly, letting it slide down her throat. Her ass burned deliciously. She didn't think she'd like anal sex; Cindy said she loved it, but Cindy was wild like that. But the harder he jammed his cock into her, the more she liked it, the more she craved it. He was pounding in and out of her pussy. They'd both come so many times; it seemed almost impossible that he would still be able to make love to her any more. "I love you so much," he whispered in her ear. She could feel his semen flooding into her sticky, gooey pussy and just knew that she was going to get pregnant from this long autumn afternoon. "Ha ha," she heard Trish's malicious laugh and woke up. Damn, the whole thing had been a dream. "Like touching yourself, huh?" Trish snickered, further ruining the glow of her fantasy. "Like you never do," Pam shrilled defensively. "Yeah, but I don't go to town like THAT," Trish laughed. "You were raking away at it!" "Shut up," Pam grumbled. Pam looked at the alarm clock and sighed. It was almost six thirty anyway. She had an eight o'clock class that morning, Algebra 105. She got out of bed and knelt beside it. "Even if there was a God, why would He worry whether or not you say your prayers?" Trish sneered. "You better hope he does, bitch; I'm praying for you," Pam said and finished her morning prayers. She was mad at the university for separating her and Candy and Cindy Broussard. With whatever kind of logic they had, the university had put Cindy in room 128, housing her with Celine Ng, an Asian-American student. "It's like they know I hate Asians," Cindy whispered hotly to Cindy and Pam as they ate their lunch. "Yeah, at least Celine speaks English," Candy whispered back. "I still don't know what language Rosa's speaking, but it ain't English!" "Spanish, goof ball," Pam laughed. Trish was a very tall red head that claimed to be an atheist. She had also arrived at the university a day earlier and had claimed most of the closet and most of the dresser for herself. "Look, I'm supposed to get two drawers and half the closet," Pam said and Trish smirked at her. "Uh huh," Trish sneered, pretending not to listen to Pam. "Move your stuff, or I will," Pam threatened. "Do what?" Trish laughed. "In a move that surprised Trish, Pam scooped the underwear out of the third drawer and tossed the armful out into the hallway. "Now, when I finish putting my clothes away, my half of the closet better be ready, got it?" Pam said and began unpacking her suitcase. Like her or not, Trish had to admire the small girl for not being intimidated by her size; she towered over the girl by a good fourteen inches and outweighed the girl by at least seventy pounds. She actually envied the girl; Pam had two friends that came to her room all the time to visit her, and she had an unbelievably good-looking boyfriend that stuck his head in Room 133 every now and then. When she masturbated, usually while Pam was out of the room with her friends or out on a date with Paul, it was Paul's image and voice that fueled the masturbation fantasies. She had no friends; she did hang out with a few intellectually like-minded people, and did belong to a club that met often to argue the existence or non-existence of a deity, benevolent or otherwise. But her cell phone never rang. Pam's cell phone went off constantly. And Pam did not know how to have a quiet, private conversation. Pam squealed and screamed and shrilled while on the phone. "Damn, the girl is right down the hall in room one forty!" Trish complained. "As loud as you're talking, don't need the stupid phone." "You mind?" Pam asked. "I'm talking on the phone." "No! Is THAT what you're doing?" Trish asked, sarcastically. "No one in the whole fucking dorm had a clue what you're doing!" She went out on dates every now and then, mainly dates she'd arranged on an Internet dating site, but those usually ended up as huge disappointments. "I mean, why's it so damned hard to meet some nice guy, huh?" Trish asked Pam, in a moment of weakness. "It's not," Pam said as she finished getting dressed for a date with Cindy and Candy and Paul. "I think you're thinking with your eyes, though. You're looking for a super hottie that's also super nice." "Yeah, like Paul," Trish thought. "And most of the super hotties know they're super hotties, so they don't feel like they got to be nice or nothing," Pam concluded. She hiked up her skirt and pulled on a pair of black thong panties. She still hated wearing panties, but Miss Bobbi told her, if she was going to wear skirts, she had to wear panties. "Damn, Pam, ever hear of a razor?" Trish sneered, angered at Pam's assessment of Trish's dating scene. "What?" Pam asked, surprised at Trish's comment. "Damn, that is one hairy bush!" Trish sneered. "And?" Pam asked hotly. "What're you looking at my bush for anyway?" "Shove it in my face, I'm going to look," Trish defended. "Whatever," Pam said and buckled a pair of Mary Jane shoes and admired herself in the mirror before grabbing her purse and leaving the room. ---- Cindy ignored Celine. She had not liked the girl from the moment they met; she really did not like Asians. She chided herself; she was being silly. Her dislike stemmed from the two Asian waitresses in Kimble and Lafayette that had flirted with Paul, her boyfriend. But Celine had not helped her own case at all by commenting that Paul was cute when he helped Cindy lug her suitcases up to her room. Celine sat at the desk and carefully, meticulously did her homework. Finally, the silence grew to be too great for the naturally bubbly, friendly Cindy. "Celine, it's Friday night, why're you doing homework?" Cindy asked. "Get it done tonight, then I don't have to worry about it the whole weekend long," Celine whispered in her small voice. That was something else that Cindy hated about Celine. The girl was the same height, as she, five feet tall, but weighed only ninety pounds. She had a slim waist and slender hips and thin legs. And she never spoke loud enough for Cindy to hear her; she always whispered. Cindy wanted to strangle her half the time. "So you can just sit around the whole weekend anyway," Cindy thought to herself as she slid her favorite jeans on, and then put on her loafers. A knock at the door told her that Pam was there. "Come in," she called out and Pam opened the door and smiled. "Love those jeans on you," she said and the two friends kissed quickly before Cindy grabbed her purse. She did not bother telling Celine good night. She did not see the silent tears falling from Celine's eyes. ----Candy gritted her teeth and wiped out the sink that was in their room. Rosa had done it again, washed her long black hair in the sink again. Candy had asked the girl not to wash her hair in the sink; it was for brushing their teeth, but Rosa ignored her. The disgusting pig also shaved her underarms in the sink. She brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out, ignoring the loudly chattering girl. Rosa was on her cell phone, conversing in Spanish. For all she knew, Rosa could be telling whomever it was on the other end all about her, telling her friend or family member that the blonde was a fat, disgusting bitch. Besides her deplorable hygienic habits, that was the other thing that Candy hated about Rosa Garcia; she rarely spoke English. A knock at the door told her that Cindy and Pam were there, ready to go. "Come in," she called out and Rosa squealed and announced in Spanish that she was not decent, for them to please wait. Pam and Cindy ignored the now fussing girl as Rosa tried to clutch her towel to cover her quite plump body. "Almost ready, ooh, nice jeans," Candy said cheerfully. "Thanks, oh that is a cute sweater," Cindy smiled; she was wearing an identical sweater. Rosa was still complaining as the three girls left the room. ---- Paul waited in the lobby of the girls' dormitory and smiled widely; he could hear them coming down the stairs. The dorm monitor smiled as well; she had become accustomed to the Broussard sisters' normal mode of conversation. Excited, loud squeals and screams, happy bubbly laughter. "Y'all have fun," she called out as the foursome trouped outside. "Okay, where're we going?" Candy demanded, clutching onto Cindy's upper arm for guidance. Her eyesight was getting worse. There was no avoiding it any longer. At night, she was very nearly blind, unable to see much at all. During the day, she often walked directly into objects that every one else seemed to be able to avoid. So, whenever possible, she clung to Cindy, or Pam, or Paul. "I don't know; there's that seafood restaurant, um, Pier something, right there on the river, that good?" Paul asked as he opened the passenger door of their Impala. "Ooh, I love that place!" Pam enthused as she stood aside and waited for either Cindy or Candy to get in first. "Me too," Cindy said as she shoved Cindy in the front seat. She followed and then held out her arms for Pam to climb in. Paul looked around; they were alone in the parking lot of the girls' dorm. He leaned in and gave Pam a loving, lingering kiss. Then he kissed Cindy was equal passion. Then he closed the door and ran around the front of the car, to the driver's side. Both Pam and Cindy sighed. "Hey," he said as he slid behind the wheel of the large car and kissed Candy tenderly, passionately. "Hey," Candy said and rested her head on his shoulder. He rested his hand on Candy's thigh as he drove and she brazenly grabbed his hand and shoved it to her crotch. He smiled and squeezed her leg, but did not move his hand. She did not move her hands from his large one. Pam giggled lightly; Cindy was playfully edging her skirt's hem up, lightly tickling her thighs. Then she remembered Trish's comment of earlier. "Hey, let me ask you something?" she asked over her shoulder. "Yeah? What?" Cindy asked. "You think my pussy's too hairy?" Pam asked. "No, um, no, not really," Cindy said. "I mean, yeah, it is pretty hairy, but it's not like it's, you know, hanging down to your knees and stuff. Why?" "Oh that bitch, Trish, she said it was too hairy when I was getting ready tonight," Pam groused. "Ew, that stupid atheist?" Candy squealed. "And what's she doing looking at your pussy?" Cindy asked, unable to hide her jealous suspicions. "I'm pulling on my undies and she's all like 'Damn, your bush is so hairy,' and I'm like 'what're you doing looking at it?'" Pam said. "Oh, oh, okay," Cindy said and resumed stroking Pam's right thing while clutching the small girl's waist with her left arm. Pam clutched Cindy's left hand tightly. "That's all," she emphasized. "Better be," Cindy whispered into Pam's ear and bit the lobe, hard. "Ow!" Pam giggled and squeezed Cindy's hand again. "It is." ---- "Aagh!" Bill Broussard screamed as the image of Jake Broussard in his swim trunks came into view on the television. "Uh huh, I know, ain't never seen one that big, huh?" Jake preened and grabbed his crotch. "No, normally when I see a pasty white object, all bloated like that, it's in the water, swimming with all the other whales," Bill said. "Oh, shut up, butt hole," Jake laughed and threw a small pillow at the next-door neighbor. "You want to see our vacation stuff or what?" "You were there, right?" Emily asked Bobbi. "Of course, who do you thing's holding the camera?" Bobbi laughed. "Smart woman," Emily laughed. "Emily, I was what? Six months pregnant?" Bobbi laughed. Like I wanted to be parading around in a bikini in front of the camera?" "And damn did she look good!" Jake said and kissed his wife. "Shut up," Bobbi said and kissed him back. They looked at the sandy white beach of San Juan and the various people milling around. They all laughed when an extremely fat man waddled past the camera lens, and then stopped to adjust the swim trunks. Bill sighed as the camera panned out to the open sea and showed a plethora of sailboats dotting the water. ---- Daphne peered around the corner and clenched her jaw. It was tearing her apart, watching him torture himself. Absolutely no one, none of the employees, none of the people in the town, no one blamed Ed Baggett for what had happened that horrible night. No one, except Ed Baggett. She quietly came into the living room and looked at him, then sighed. His eyes were blood-shot, watery. The fifth of scotch was empty. He was far beyond reach now; best thing to do was to simply let him sleep it off, then try to reason with him again in the morning. "Hey," he said quietly, trying to force a smile to his face. "Hey," she agreed. "I'm going to bed, you coming" "No, no, you go on, Sweetheart," he sighed. ""Please?" she begged, then knelt down in front of him, peering up into his eyes. "Please, Big Eddie? You haven't, we haven't made love since that night. Please, please, please come to bed, please come hold me." Ed looked at her through blurry, weary eyes, then nodded his head yes. "God, Daphne, what would I do without you?" he asked, and cupped her face in his hand. Frantically, she kissed the palm of his hand, clutching it to her face. "You're right, Baby, let's go to bed," he said. She smirked to herself; he had fallen asleep the moment his head hit the pillow. So much for making love. But he was in bed, lying right next to her. She cuddled up against his back and kissed his shoulder. "I love you, Big Eddie," she whispered. "Baby, I love you so much." ---- Dick let himself in and smiled; Carmen was sitting on the couch, waiting. "Baby, I told you, you don't have to wait up for me," he said quietly. "The hell I don't," she smiled back. "Get used to sleeping with someone who snores as loud as you, just can't fall asleep without it." "I do not snore," he protested. "Damn it, Dick, you do too!" she laughed and hugged him tightly. "I taped you! What was that, huh?" "Don't know, Elaine? Elise? Damned sure ain't me," he denied as they walked up the stairs. "Both Elaine and Elise are asleep right now," Carmen said. "You hear any snoring? You hear anything coming from their rooms at all?" He came back into the room and smiled as she modeled the white teddy she'd bought a couple of weeks ago. She loved him. She was sure of it. The first night he'd spent the night, she'd waken up to discover that he was not in bed. Then he came back in and slid in bed again. "Where'd you go?" she whispered. "Just checking," he said. "Checking? Checking what?" Carmen asked, puzzled. "Checking that the girls are all right, checking that the doors are all locked, checking that everything's where it's supposed to be," he smiled and kissed her. "Everything all right?" she asked and showed him the crotch was open on the sheer garment. "Yep, Elaine and Elise are both asleep, doors all locked, stove and oven turned off, boyfriend turned on," Dick said as he grabbed Carmen's leg and brought his face to her crotch. "Oh, good," she sighed and rubbed his balding head. ---- Bob smiled as he helped Marie out of bed. She looked ready to pop and was constantly up and down, sure that if she didn't get to the bathroom right away, she was going to wet herself, wet the bed. Then she would just sit and wait, and finally admit it was another false alarm. "Stop laughing at me," she complained, laughing also. "I'm not laughing," he denied, but couldn't help but laugh as she waddled as quickly as she could to the bathroom. ---- Paul was glad he had found a job as quickly and as easily as he had. He'd had a pretty good savings and a good checking account, complete with debit card when they arrived in Monroe, but dating three girls would have drained both accounts in very short order. Plus that, Miss Emily worked at First Union, where his savings and checking account was held. It would not look good for her to check his debit card purchases and see charges for Traveler's Motel. So, when he secured his job at Baker's Automotive, he opened an account at the same bank that Jerry Baker used. He put the dinner on one account, but made sure the motel went on the other one. "What you want to watch?" Cindy laughed as she scrolled through the pornographic selections available. "Um, we got Amateur, Anal, Bisexual, Black, um, Blonde..." "Blonde," Candy said and struck a pose. "They're the sexiest." "Um, think you missed one there," Paul teased. "We are not watching Asian," Cindy hissed. Pam reached up to him and he kissed her while Candy and Cindy playfully argued about the movie selection. He helped the girl out of her blouse, then her bra. She moaned as he sucked one, then the other breasts, and then lightly nipped at her nipples. "I want to suck you," she whispered and fumbled with his belt buckle. "Come on, Cindy, not 'Anal,'" Candy complained. Paul shuddered and felt his semen bubbling up to the surface. Pam grunted as she fingered her pussy and used the other hand to stroke his cock. Come on, put on something else," Candy begged. "Oh, here we go," Cindy said and clicked on 'Shaved.' Pam swallowed and swallowed as Paul pumped his cock in her mouth. "Oh wow," Candy said as she watched the video of two girls shaving their pussies. The girls were sitting on the edge of a hot tub, sliding their razors through the 'vee' of lather that adorned their crotches. A third girl joined them and smiled as she disrobed, displaying a smooth pussy. Then she reached up and pulled her wig off, displaying a baldhead too. "Anyone can shave a pussy," she laughed as she climbed into the bubbling water. "It takes a real slut to shave her head!" "What are you watching?" Pam squealed as she joined the other two on the edge of the bed. "Shaving," Cindy said and reached between Pam's legs. "Think you're too hairy?" "I'm not doing that!" Pam said, but watched the three girls. "And what is going on in here?" a male voice boomed out, and then a male joined the three women. "Shaving party!" one of the girls squealed and the other two cheered. "Oh, think I could join in? I love a party," the man said as he stripped out of his clothes. The scene changed to show two of the girls shaving his pubic hair away, while he lapped at the hairless pussy of the third girl. Then the shaving cream was wiped away from his smooth genitals and one girl declared that she just had to try it out. She squatted over the hairless crotch of the man and slipped the cock into her pussy. "Hey, Paul, let us do that to you, huh?" Candy teased as she stretched out on the bed next to him. "Sure," Paul shrugged. "Just as soon as y'all do." "All of us?" Cindy asked. "Uh huh," Paul said and slipped a condom onto his resurging cock. "All of you." "Oh!" Candy groaned as he slipped his cock into her pussy. "Oh, Paul, I love you." "Love you too," Paul whispered into her ear, while pinching her nipples. "Oh, I love a smooth cock up my ass!" the bald headed girl declared as the man sawed his cock in and out of her ass. "Hmm," Pam thought. Every time they tried anal sex, Paul would barely get the head of his cock in and Pam would beg him to pull it out. In her fantasies, she was able to take it and able to enjoy it. She Propped up a leg and felt her rectum. A fairly profuse circle of hair ringed the wrinkled opening. She looked over at Cindy, who was slowly rubbing up and down her slit. Cindy said she loved anal sex. Cindy wasn't nearly as hairy as she. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 09 ---- Elizabeth Baggett pushed the book away and wearily stretched. In the living room, Missy sat and laughed at Jay Leno's monologue. Elizabeth had a terrible resentment against Missy. The girl did nothing all day long, just sat around the apartment Daddy rented for her, ate all the food and left the mess for Elizabeth to clean up, then sat around all night while Elizabeth busted her ass getting dinner ready, then cleaning up, then doing homework. If it were not for Teddy's baby, Elizabeth would have kicked the lazy girl out long ago. Missy seemed to sense the bitterness that was radiating from the kitchen/dining room and turned up the volume on the television. "Turn that down, please," Elizabeth snapped. Chapter 82 "It is Saturday morning," Daphne playfully complained. "Where do you think you're going?" "Do a walk-through," Ed said as he tied his work boots. "Eddie, it's Saturday; none of the workers are there," Daphne said and thrust her chest out, displaying her large breasts, hoping to entice him to stay a while. "And that's the best time to just walk around, see how it's coming," Ed smiled and looked at her seductive pose. "But, hey, stay like that; I'll be home as soon as I can." "Or you can go to the work site later," she suggested and undid the bow of the baby doll negligee. ---- "Bye Dad," Elise said cheerfully as Dick opened the front door. She gasped, horrified, then ran from the living room and dashed up the stairs. Carmen and Dick heard her bedroom door slam shut. "Go on, I'll talk to her," Carmen said. He hesitated for a moment, and then nodded his head. ---- Bill Baggett groaned as Jamie knocked on his door. "Breakfast," she shrilled through the door. "Come get it while it's hot." "Fine, fine," he yelled. Clark International had gotten the job to rebuild Dad's mattress factory and Mom had ordered him to get a job with them. He didn't know why; Dad gave her the house in their divorce settlement and paid her a nice alimony. But she insisted he work, and insisted that he put aside money every month. She also made him pay his own gas, and car insurance and any other bills he might incur. "But Dad pays for Elizabeth's apartment in New Orleans," Bill had whined. "Because Elizabeth's in school," Jamie shot back. "If you'd get off your lazy ass and go to school, he'd probably pay for you too." "Besides that," she went on. "He paid that Simone girl off; you ought to be grateful as all get out to him." He'd seen Elaine the other day. She was out getting groceries while he was there buying a sandwich for lunch; Mom didn't fix his lunches anymore, telling him he was making plenty of money, he could buy the stuff to fix his own lunches. Elaine had bent over to pick something off of the bottom shelf and the shorts she was wearing crept up and plastered themselves to her ass and crotch. She straightened up and smiled self-consciously as she pulled her shorts out. She was beautiful when she smiled. He wondered if she'd be up to dating again, if she'd be willing to put aside the misunderstanding they'd had. Especially after his dad had paid her off. "Breakfast!" Jamie screamed through the door. "All right, all right!" he screamed back. ---- Elaine knew she would not get as delicious a chance as this to make fun of Elise. Elise was still highly embarrassed at her slip of the tongue earlier that morning. Instead, Elaine smiled and gripped Elise's hand tightly. She had been five when Daddy left them. She had been old enough to remember the screaming, the crying, and the slamming doors. She remembered Elise as a happy baby, her baby sister. Elise was just learning to say 'Lala,' 'Elaine' being too difficult for her. So Elise didn't remember having a Daddy in the house. All Elaise remembered was the loneliness, the feeling rejected, the resentments and bitterness. All Elise remembered were the birthday parties, waiting for a Daddy that promised to come, but never did. The Christmases that were without a tree, wet with only one or two presents, because Momma couldn't afford anything more. Elise knew that Elaine could really mock her, really make fun of her. Mom had laughed it off when she told Elaine about it. "Love you," Elaine said and squeezed Elise's hand again before letting it go. ---- Paul ignored Darwin, his roommate, as Darwin was trying to cajole him into setting him up with either Candy, or Cindy or Pam. "Aw, come on, Roebuck," Darwin wheedled. "Fuck man! Help a buddy out, huh?" "Hey, Darwin," Paul finally said as he prepared to leave the small dormitory room. "Two things, dude. It's 'Robichaux,' not 'Roebuck.' Two, we ain't buddies." "Aw, man, come on!" Darwin yelled. "Sure we are! Man, I let you tag along when me and Skinny went down to Johnny's for pizza, huh?" "And didn't have any money to pay for your half," Paul reminded him. "Dude, forget it. You want a date with any of them, ask them yourself." "Fine, prick," Darwin groused and grabbed his crotch. "And don't come whining to me when they don't want nothing to do with you no more." "Uh huh," Paul smirked and left the room. They were already downstairs, waiting to go to breakfast. Candy immediately gripped his arm for guidance and he herded them toward the cafeteria. Cindy saw Celine sitting alone, listlessly putting forkfuls of the food into her mouth. She turned her back on her roommate and told the girl behind the glass partition what she wanted. When she turned back around, her eyes met Celine's for a brief moment. Celine's eyes seemed to light up momentarily, and then clouded over as Cindy looked away. "And how would you feel if someone did that to you?" a voice in the back of her mind asked her, but she chose to ignore it. They found a table and sat down. A few moments later, Paul's roommate, Darwin barged in and tried to monopolize the conversation. He tried to be funny, tried to be derogatory toward Paul, which did not endear him to any of the girls. "Bye, Paul," the three girls said as Paul glanced at his watch and realized he had less than twenty minutes to get to work. Darwin seethed as the three girls quickly finished their breakfasts and left him alone at the table. ---- Harold smiled as Ed gingerly walked around the construction site. Most of the CEOs he'd ever worked with before had been blowhards, bullies that tried to threaten or intimidate him, tried to get him to cut corners, cut costs, speed up the work. Ed Baggett, on the other hand, listened to him, asked pertinent questions, made suggestions, and then deferred to Harold's expertise. "Morning, Big Eddie," Harold called out. "Damn that woman," Ed laughed. "Now everybody in town calls me that." "Mister, looking at that woman; she can call me whatever she wants to," Harold said as the two men shook hands. "I heard that," Ed agreed. "Best thing is, she doesn't seem to know she's the best thing ever happened to me." The two men walked around on the foundation, looking at the skeleton of iron girders. "And as you can see, we're about ninety percent done with the frame-up," Harold was saying as he pointed to each of the support joists. "Lay on the sheets, then all that's left is the interior." "Double insulation, right?" Ed asked as they stopped in front of the chalk outline of the doors sketched onto the concrete slab. "Yeah, you don't really need it, but..." Harold agreed. "Hey, I've worked down on the floor in winter; it gets mighty damned cold," Ed said. "When it's cold, we don't work as fast. You know we've got orders from almost everyone on or client list? I mean, I keep telling them, we're not up yet, and they're all telling me, that am okay, we'll wait. That's some good client. I need my men to be comfortable, happy." Harold watched as a tear formed in Ed's eye. "I need them to be safe, need them to feel safe working here," Ed said and turned away from Harold. "That's why we're putting in double insulation," Harold agreed and stepped down off the slab. ---- Elizabeth groaned. The next-door neighbor was practicing his guitar again. The guy was not very good but was very loud. She'd called the landlord several times, but the guy was unwilling to confront the quite large tenant. The police promised to 'look into it,' but never did; loud neighbors were way down on their list of things to worry about. Missy curled up against her and put a pillow over her strawberry blonde head. Elizabeth laughed; it would take a lot more than a pillow to muffle the guy's twanging and squealing. "Wouldn't be so bad if he knew how to play," Missy mumbled. "Come on, our morning's shot to hell, let's go down to Café Du Monde and get some breakfast," Elizabeth suggested. "You mean it?" Missy asked, green eyes alive with excitement. "Yeah, but no more than two orders for you, you hear?" Elizabeth said and patted her expanding belly. "Remember? Gives you heartburn." "Yeah, but it's totally worth it," Missy giggled. When she giggled like that, Elizabeth didn't hate her so much. They crawled out of Ed and Missy selected a cute top and some stretch pants; her clothing all gifts from Elizabeth. Impulsively, she grabbed Elizabeth and hugged her tightly. "I love you," Missy murmured. "Love you more if you'd brush your teeth before hugging me," Elizabeth playfully proclaimed. "And kissing you?" Missy asked and jammed her tongue into Elizabeth's mouth. The two kissed for a moment, then slowly pulled apart. Elizabeth smiled, dark eyes looking into Missy's green eyes. "Ew!" she screeched loudly, then shoved Missy away. "Go brush your teeth!" "You're such a bitch sometimes," Missy laughed and walked to the bathroom. "Yeah, but I'm a rich bitch, makes it all right," Elizabeth smiled and pulled on a pair of jeans. Teddy had played guitar. Surely he hadn't been as bad as the next-door neighbor. Elizabeth pulled on her bra, and found a light colored top. She'd made the mistake of wearing a dark tee shirt the first time she and Missy had eaten at Café Du Monde. For the rest of the day, she was brushing the powdered sugar from her top. Chapter 83 "Oh I love having Doctor Charles LaPointe living right across the street," Carmen laughed as Elaine pushed the lawnmower back and forth. "What's that mean?" Elaine asked. "Cutting the grass, walking back and forth in your shortest shorts," Carmen laughed. "Hoping he'll come out and notice you. Hell, Honey, I don't care why you're cutting it; I'm just glad it's getting done!" Elaine stuck her tongue out at her mother, but knew Carmen was right. The only reason she was out there cutting the grass was so that she'd have an excuse to wear her nearly obscene cutoff shorts and crop top with no bra. He smiled as he looked out the window, then dressing some jean shorts and a tee shirt. He fished around a found his grubby tennis shoes, perfect for cutting the grass in. When the real estate agent had shown him the house, she'd commented on the three beautiful blondes that lived right across the street. Charlie had not listened to her; he wasn't looking for a house for that reason. He was looking for a house that was far enough away from his work place, a place he could get away from the stress of his job. But he still wanted to be close enough in case of an emergency. Bender seemed to be a perfect little town; almost no one even knew about it, except for the mattress factory. The house itself appealed to him. It wasn't a large house, but it wasn't a matchbox either. What had sold it for him, though, was the doorjamb. Written in an almost childlike scrawl was 'Wilma and Eugene forever.' "Yes, Wilma Brown," the real estate agent and agreed. "I think she was almost eighty when she passed away." Then on the day he moved in, he discovered that the three beautiful blondes across the street were the Simones. Charlie waved a greeting to Elaine as he opened the garage and got out the lawnmower. He smirked as she busied herself with sweeping the lawn clippings, making sure to bend over a lot. "We're going to the mall in Lafayette, want to go?" Carmen said as she and Elise came back outside. "Um, no, no," Elaine said and dragged the black plastic bag to the next mound. Charlie waved in greeting to both Carmen and Elise and tried valiantly to start his lawnmower. He yanked and yanked, but couldn't even get it to turn over. Finally, Elaine wandered across the street. "Having trouble?" she asked. "Yeah," he said, embarrassed. "Stupid thing won't start." "Mm hmm," she said, looking at it. It was a brand new lawnmower, have that she was positive; much of the packing tape was still attached. "Let me see something real quick," she said and popped the spark plug connector. She squatted down, making sure to splay her muscular thighs apart and tilted the lawn more slightly. She couldn't help but burst into giggles; the strap was still attached to the blade. The lawnmower, even if he could have gotten it started, would have never worked. She very quickly pulled the nylon tab and removed the packing strap. "It doesn't need that?" Charlie asked. "No, Charlie, it's just there to keep the blade from turning when it's in the box," Elaine laughed and put the nylon cord to the side. She made quick work of cleaning up the tape remnants, then opened the gas tank and looked up at him. "Um At least you did put gas in it," she smirked. "Yes, miss smarty pants," he smiled. "I do know that much." "Okay, let's prime it and see," she said. "What?" he asked. She reconnected the spark plug and pushed the rubber nipple in a couple of times. She held in the safety bar, and then gave the cord a healthy yank. The mower started right away. She smiled a sassy little smile, and then released the safety bar and the motor died. "You have to hold in the safety bar or it won't start," she smiled and pulled her sunglasses back on. "Oh yeah?" he smiled. "Well, I can pop open a beautiful girl's head and save her life. Let's see you do that." "Uh huh," she smiled. "Good thing I never saw you trying to cut grass before then; I'd have never let you nowhere near my head." She was already back across the street, finishing up her raking when it dawned on her. He'd said 'beautiful girl.' At least he did notice her; at least he did think she was beautiful. ---- "Come on, Sleeping Beauty," Bob laughed and pinched Marie's bit toe. "Damn, Honey Bunny, it's almost one o'clock in the afternoon." "I don't feel like it!" Marie complained. "Something wrong?" Bob asked, concerned. "No, no, Baby, I just don't feel like moving," Marie complained and snuggled down in the bed, trying to get comfortable. "I don't get no sleep at night; baby's kicking and all." "Fine, fine," Bob said. "Want me to fix you something? "Grilled cheese sandwich, with a couple of tomatoes," Marie decided. "Cheese, huh?" Bob smiled. "Not stopped up enough, huh?" "Well you asked," Marie grumbled. "Fine, fine, one butt stopping grilled cheese sandwich with a couple of tomato slices coming up," Bob cheerfully said. "And wash your hands!" Marie yelled. "They're clean," Bob yelled back from the kitchen. "No, they're not," Marie, grumbled. "They're filthy. ---- "Next weekend," Cindy whispered in his ear. "Next weekend, we're shaving you!" "You have to shave first," Paul whispered back. "All of y'all." "No problem," Pam hooted. "No problem," Candy echoed. "All right," Paul shrugged and pulled up to the movie theater. Pam groaned. Just ahead stood Trish and a few of Trish's snooty friends. She prayed silently that the bitch wouldn't turn around and notice them, wouldn't want to talk to them, join them. "Really?" Candy squealed loudly. "You got to work tomorrow?" "No, I don't got to, I want to, though," Paul said back. "There's this Cadillac I want to get finished and the main board came in for it today just as we were closing up." "And you promised my mom and dad you'd make us go to church," Cindy laughed. "Going to be kind of hard for you to do that if you're at work." That did it, the mention of 'church.' Trish and her friends turned to sneer at the 'religious nut cases.' Trish made eye contact with Pam, then turned and whispered something to her friends. Pam seethed as the group erupted in raucous laughter. ---- Elizabeth groaned; the guy was playing a very loud, very sloppy rendition of 'Whole Lotta Love.' Missy groaned as well. "God damned ass hole," Elizabeth complained. "Really," Missy said. "Baby doesn't like him either." "Really? He doesn't, huh?" Elizabeth asked. "SHE," Missy corrected. "I'm telling you, it's going to be a girl." "Nun uh!" Elizabeth playfully argued. "It's a boy!" "Will you, will you still love me, after the baby's born?" Missy asked, searching Elizabeth's eyes. Elizabeth sighed. The only reason she begged Missy to come with her to New Orleans, was because of Teddy's baby. The sex was adequate, she was able to have sex with Missy and not feel guilty, feel like she was cheating on Teddy. But she knew she did not love Missy. Most days she did not even like Missy. "Elizabeth?" Missy asked. ---- "Um, hey Mom," Elaine nervously began. "Uh huh?" Carmen responded, turning off the back burner where the rice sat. "Um, could I, um, it all right if Charlie come over for dinner some night this week?" Elaine asked and glared at Elise, daring her sister to laugh. "Um, sure, I guess so," Carmen said, turning around and looking at her daughter. "You already asked him?" "No, I wanted to make sure it's all right," Elaine admitted, blushing hotly. "Well, yeah, I guess so," Carmen agreed and turned back around to finish cooking. Dick wasn't going to be home for dinner; he was working the late shift. It was bad enough when he worked the early shift; Carmen always breathed a sigh of relief when she heard his car pull up. Late shift was a hundred times worse; she woke up several times during the night, only to discover that it was not time for him to be home yet. Midnight shift, however, was the worse of all. She would watch him get dressed, watch him check his service revolver, and then watch him leave. She never knew if it were the last time she'd ever see him or not. It wouldn't be until early morning; then she'd let that tight feeling out of her stomach when the car would pull up into the driveway. "You're in love," she admitted to herself. "You're in love, with a cop." She turned off the rest of the burners and stood there. "Then why haven't you told him you love him?" she asked herself. "Because it would hurt too much," she answered herself. ---- After the movie, they went to McAllister's for sandwiches, and then Paul took them back to their dorm. Good night," he whispered and kissed Cindy. "Good night," he whispered to Candy and kissed her. "Good night, he whispered to Pam and kissed her as well. ---- Trish heard the door open and pasted a haughty look on her face. Pam ignored her, but Trish maintained the haughty expression until the lights went out in their small room. "Say 'Hi' to Him for me," Trish laughed as Pam knelt by the side of her bed to pray. "I always do," Pam said. ---- Bobbi smiled and promised to give Jacob another kiss for his big sister, then hung up. "Candy says 'hi' and she loves and misses us," Bobbi reported. "School's going fine; she hates Sociology, thinks the teacher's a bit butt hole, loves Algebra, loves Biology, has to take Spanish, already forgot everything she learned at St. Thomas." "And she needs money," Jake followed up. "And she needs money, but it's not for anything stupid, it's for her cell phone and she needs to get rolls of quarters for the laundry mat; there's one seven blocks away and..." Bobbi said. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 09 "Fine, fine," Jake said. "So send her a couple of rolls of quarters." "Mailed them out yesterday, also mailed some cookies, mailed Pam a box of them too, and a couple of rolls of quarters, and mailed a box of cookies to Cindy and one to Paul." "There are cookies? I didn't see any cookies," Jake asked. "That's because I already mailed them out," Bobbi laughed and took Jacob's mouth from her nipple and lovingly patted the baby's back until a light burp was heard. "You didn't save any for me?" Jake asked. "No, Honey," Bobbi smiled and patted Jake's plump belly. "Hey, I got that 'cause they ain't opened the factory back up yet," Jake defended. "And they're not opening it for another two or three months, Honey," Bobbi reminded him. "Paul?" Jake groused. "Paul Robichaux gets cookies and I don't?" "You want some cookies?" Bobbie asked him in a condescending tone. "Okay, Mommy will make you some cookies." "No, no, get back in bed," Jake said and plumped up his pillows. "Don't know why Paul gets cookies, though." "Yes, Paul, Paul gets some cookies," Bobbi smiled. He's a fine young man, and he's trying his best to keep an eye on all three of our girls for us." ---- "Dude, I didn't realize you're like this total prick," Darwin accused as Paul undressed. "Uh huh," Paul said, not caring what his roommate's opinion was. "I mean, you already got a girlfriend, least you could do is help someone out, know what I mean?" Darwin went on. "Uh huh, but like you said, I'm like this total prick, so why would I help anyone out?" Paul asked and slipped his pajama bottoms on. "Man, fuck you, fucking prick," Darwin snapped, and rolled over on his bunk, facing the wall, rather than look at Paul. "Good night," Paul said, not caring that he got no response. -------- Dick tried to crawl out of the bed as softly as possible. He stuck his head into Elise's room and smiled. The girl didn't think anyone knew, but she still slept with a teddy bear. He shut her door quietly and opened Elaine's door. She too was sound asleep, one bare leg hanging out of the covers. He stifled the urge to go and pull the covers back over the leg and closed her door. A quick check around the downstairs showed that the doors were all locked, the cars were still in the driveway. Doctor Lapointe pulled up in his driveway across the street and Dick watched the man tiredly get out of his car, then close the garage door. He felt a slight resentment well up; Elaine had a big crush on the slightly older doctor. He was surprised; why would it matter to him who Elaine was in love with? "Because you care about the little girl and don't want her to get hurt anymore than she's already been hurt," he told himself. Another check around and he quietly went up the stairs. "Everything okay?" Carmen asked, almost teasingly, when he got back into the bed. "No," he complained. "It's cold downstairs and I got frozen." "Really?" she said, wrinkling her brow. "Yeah, I got frozen stiff," Dick said and pulled her on top of him. "See?" "Oh, you poor baby," Carmen laughed, a rich, throaty laugh. "Aw, let' Momma thaw it out for you." They groaned as he slipped himself into her wetness. Chapter 84 Even sharing his cookies did not improve Darwin's disgruntled attitude. "Hello?" Bobbi sing-songed as she answered the telephone. "Hi Miss Bobbi, it's me," Paul said. "Me who?" Bobbi joked. "Um, Paul, Paul Robichaux," Paul said. "Yes, silly goose," Bobbi, laughed. "I know who it is." "Um, I was calling to tell you thank you for the cookies; that was very sweet of you to do that," Paul said. "No more peanut butter ones, I'm allergic to nuts," Darwin yelled out. "That's my roommate," Paul said and glared at the smirking Darwin. "Oh, well, tell him the chocolate chip ones have pecans in them," Bobbi said worriedly. "But the oatmeal ones should be fine." "Yes ma'am," Paul said. "Again, I really appreciate it." "You are quite welcome," Bobbi smiled. "Mr. Jake threw a major fit when he found out I'd sent you all his cookies, didn't save any for him." "Aw," Paul laughed. "Be a good boy, okay?" Bobbi said and then ended the call. "That was your Mom?" Darwin asked. "No, ass hole, that was Candy's mom; she's the one made those cookies," Paul said and jerked the box out of Darwin's hands. "She said the chocolate chips also have pecans in them." "So Candy's his girlfriend," Darwin thought. "Oh well, Cindy's still kind of cute; so's Pam." ---- "Oh boy!" Cindy smiled as she opened the box. "Present from home?" Celine asked. "Yeah," Cindy said and grabbed one of the cookies. Celine sat and waited, hoping that Cindy would offer her one of the cookies. Finally, she resolved that Cindy would not, and quietly returned to studying her Sociology textbook. The niggling little voice in her head was growing louder, but Cindy ignored it. ---- Candy happily shared her cookies with Rosa. Before they realized it, they'd eaten all of them and laughed about it. Food, it would seem, was something the two had in common. Rosa was a very plump girl and Candy knew that she could very easily become a plump girl; her hips and thighs were already quite plump. ---- "Oh boy!" Pam hooted when she saw the box sitting on the dresser. ""Good stuff?" Trish asked. "The best!" Pam said as she opened the box and saw the cookies and saw two rolls of quarters and a twenty-dollar bill and the most recent photograph of Jacob. "Your mom bakes, huh?" Trish asked. "No," Pam said and clouded over slightly. "My Mom's dead." "Oh, my God!" Trish exclaimed. "Really? Pam! I am so so sorry!" I didn't, I had no way of knowing! How'd it happen, if you don't mind my asking?" "A pimp beat her to death, trying to show another hooker who was the boss," Pam said blandly and stared at Trish, daring her to say something. "Are you joking>: Trish finally managed to asked. "Yeah, Trish, I'm that sick that I'd joke about my mom being a whore and getting beat to death," Pam said darkly. "Pam, I'm sorry," Trish finally said. "Forget it," Pam said and shoved the box back up on the dresser. After a long moment of silence, Trish tried to change the subject. "So, um, who sent you the cookies?" Trish asked. Miss Bobbi," Pam said as absently swung her legs off the side of the bed. "She was a friend of my mom's when they was in school together and Miss Bobbi and Mr. Jake took me in and gave me a place to stay when I didn't have nowhere else to go." "And that's who you say your prayers for every night?" Trish quietly asked. "Them, and of course Jacob; that's their baby, Miss Emily and Mr. Bill, oh, and I say a prayer for Miss Marie and Mr. Bob, that's Paul's step-mom and his dad, and you know I can't say my prayers without including Paul and Candy and Cindy too," Pam bubbled, happy to talk about the people she loved. "Wow, that's a lot of people to remember," Trish laughed. "And then I say a prayer for you, that God remove the stone from your heart and let His love enter it, and I pray for all our teachers," Pam went on. Trish was silent. She graciously accepted a couple of the cookies and had to agree with Pam; Miss Bobbi was the best baker in the world. ---- Cindy could not ignore the nagging voice in the back of her mind anymore; she could hear Celine sniffle in the darkened room, could tell that the girl was crying. "What's wrong?" she gently asked, putting her hand on the girl's shoulder. "Why do you hate me?" Celine sobbed out. "What have I done to you?" "I don't hate you," Cindy sighed. "It's just, well, no, Celine, you haven't done anything; I just, I don't know." "I try and I try," Celine sobbed. "I always say 'good morning' and 'hi' and you ignore me, Act like I'm not even here." "God, Celine," Cindy said and sat down on Celine's bed, rubbing the small girl's back. "I am such a bitch. I'm sorry; it's nothing you've done, it's all me." "And I ask myself, 'what have I done, how have I offended her?' and I can't think of anything," Celine went on. "Celine, it's not you, you've done nothing wrong," Cindy said forcefully. "It's me; I'm the one to blame, not you." "You are so pretty and so popular and I keep hoping and praying that one day we become friends," Celine sobbed. "What?" Cindy almost laughed. The idea that she was pretty or popular. In high school, almost until the very end, Candy had been her only friend. No one in their high school would ever accuse them of being pretty, or popular. Until Paul. He made her feel beautiful, desirable. He shared his love with her, and with her best friend, Candy. And he shared his love with Pam, and was happy when they loved each other. "Celine, I'm not pretty or popular," Cindy said gently and lay down beside the small girl, putting an arm over the small girl's mid-section. "Yes, you are. You are beautiful," Celine protested. "Glad you think so," Cindy laughed. "I mean, your hair, it is a beautiful red, and your eyes are so warm, I watch you smile and laugh with your friends and I think 'Oh it must be so nice to be her friend!'" Celine said. "You're beautiful," Cindy admitted. "God, I would kill to have small hips like yours. "But your hips are perfect; you can have many children, you and your boyfriend Paul," Celine said. "And your long hair, and such pretty eyes," Cindy went on. ---- ----Trish watched as Pam knelt beside her bed. She did not mock the girl, didn't make any disparaging remarks. She did smirk when she heard Pam breathe 'Amen.' "Good night," she quietly said when Pam climbed up into her bed. "Good night," Pam cheerfully agreed. She was unable to sleep. A phrase that Pam had said really bothered her. "...That God remove the stone from your heart....'" Pam had said. "How dare you?" Trish wanted to scream. She wanted to get out of her bed, walk the two steps to Pam's bed and grab the girl by her short brown hair and slap her. She wanted to wrap her fingers around the little bitch's throat and strangle her. "'.... And let His love enter it...'" Pam had said. "Why?" Trish asked herself. "Why would someone pray that?" ---- ----The baby was kicking merrily; Marie was unable to sleep. In the moonlight, she looked at Bob's handsome face. He told her she was beautiful. He showed her she was desirable. His words, his actions, they all told her he loved her. Chapter 85 "Sure, no problem," Paul smiled when Jerry asked him to run up to Paulton for a part. "Can't miss it; get on two seventy-one and head north," Jerry said. "There's a drugstore on the right, then a Dairy Queen, then a grocery store. Right across the street from the grocery store is the parts store; just tell him it's for Baker." "Got it," Paul smiled. Twenty miles north of Monroe, he saw the small wooden house. It was a cute structure; Paul recognized it as Victorian in style. The 'Fore Sale' sign looked pretty faded and he slowed to look at the telephone number. There was no area code, but he guessed t would be the '318' area code, same as Monroe. The guy at the parts store told Paul he was working for a big jerk; Paul recognized it as the usual friendly banter between friends. "Yeah, he told me you'd say something like that," Paul smiled and the man laughed. "Say, that house for sale down the street, you know what they're asking for that?" "That blue house and barn with the ten acres?" the man asked. "The sign didn't say nothing about ten acres," Paul frowned. "And I didn't see a barn." "Barn's kind of off to the side," the man said. "Yeah, I think he's wanting like twenty five, twenty six for it." "Okay, thanks," Paul said and left. "Yeah, I'm asking twenty four thousand," the voice wheezed. "But, been on the market so long, hell; tell you what, make me an offer." "Twenty even," Paul, said into his cell phone. "Deal," the man said. "When you want to pick up the keys?" "How's tomorrow sound?" Paul asked. "You get me a check for twenty thousand, you got it," the man wheezed and began a horrible coughing fit. Finally, the man gave Paul his new address, an assisted living home, and Paul thanked the man and hung up. ---- Cindy wanted to strangle Celine; now the girl assumed that she and Cindy were the best of friends. Just because when Celine had woken up, they were in bed together. But she forced a smile to her face and agreed that they'd go to the cafeteria together, just as soon as Candy was ready. Cindy sighed in relief when Pam's knock sounded on the door. "Hey," Pam smiled. "Candy's almost ready." "Good," Cindy said and kissed her friend lightly. "So, how's it going?" Pam asked Celine. "Good, good," Celine beamed. They lapsed into an uneasy silence and all three seemed to sigh with relief when Candy knocked on the door. "'Bout time, slowpoke," Cindy teased. "Hey, whatever!" Candy said. "Just kidding, don't get all upset," Cindy said and kissed her friend lightly. "Whatever," Candy grumbled but grabbed onto Cindy's upper arm for guidance. "Oh, gees, great," Pam, grumbled when she spotted Darwin seated by him at one of the tables. "Really," Cindy agreed. To Celine she whispered. "It's Paul's roommate; he's like always trying to get one of us to go out with him, but he's a total butt hole." "And here he comes," Candy announced as Darwin came toward them. "Hey, hey, good evening ladies!" he said. "Hey, if I buy your dinner, y'all come sit with me?" "Rather buy my own, thanks," Pam snapped. "No, thank you," Candy and Cindy said. "I'm with them," Celine said and told the woman behind the counter what she wanted. "Damn, can't a guy just be nice to y'all?" Darwin complained. "Nice? Yeah," Pam agreed. "But you ain't trying to be nice." "Damn, I don't know what the fuck Roebuck sees in y'all stuck up fat ass cunts," Darwin snarled and stomped off. "Did you hear what he called us?" Candy gasped. "Paul would kick his ass," Pam said, glaring at Darwin's back. ---- "Elaine's got a boyfriend," Elise sing songed as Elaine hurriedly set the table. "Shut up!" Elaine yelled. "Oh, wait a minute!" Carmen laughed. "What was that crap you were doing to me a couple of weeks ago?" "Yeah, but that was different," Elaine said and glared at her smirking sister. "What?" Carmen laughed. "How? How was that different?" "'Cause, we already knew he liked you," Elaine explained. "Shut up and set the table," Carmen laughed. She grabbed Elise by her arm and pulled her close. "Instead of picking on her, why don't you try to help her?" Carmen hissed in a tone of voice that let Elise know it wasn't a suggestion, it was an order. "All right," Elise sighed. "What you want me to do?" "Salad," Carmen decided. "Make that broccoli salad Miss Brown showed you how to make." "Okay!" Elise readily agreed. Carmen looked over at the door and wrinkled her brow; Dick was waving her over. "What?" she asked. "What's my role here?" Dick asked in a whisper. "What? What do you mean?" Carmen asked. "Okay, do I interrogate the suspect? Do I clean my gun at the table? DO I take him out back and threaten him?" Dick asked. "Dick!" Carmen laughed. "So do I act like big bad Daddy or what?" Dick asked. "Honey, just act like yourself," Carmen smiled and kissed him. "You silly goose." "Shit!" Elaine yelped when a knock was heard, she'd wanted to go upstairs and change her blouse again; she didn't like the way this one looked on her. She then gasped and looked at her mother, waiting for the reprimand that was sure to come. Carmen pursed her lips, letting Elaine know she'd heard it, and then pointed. "I think your guest is here; go get the door, and see if you can keep the cursing to a minimum," she said. Charlie was nervous. He didn't know why he was nervous; he'd been to girls' homes before, to meet mom and dad. Usually, however, it was a last ditch effort on the part of the girl to land him, to entice or ensnare him into asking the question. The difference here was that he liked the girl; it wasn't a last ditch effort, and he already knew Mom. Those two things should have made him feel at ease, should have made him comfortable. But he was acutely aware of the age difference between he and Elaine. "Hey, you're a little early," Elaine smiled nervously. "Oh, well, I um, I could go back across the street and just sit on the steps and wait until you tell me it's okay to come over," he joked and started to walk away. "Get in here," Elaine laughed. "Good evening, Sheriff," Charlie said and nodded in greeting to Dick, who sat on the couch, drinking a beer. "What's up, Doc?" Dick smiled. "He's been waiting all day to say that," Elaine rolled her eyes as Charlie smiled widely. "Be right back," Dick said and strode into the kitchen, to give them a moment of privacy. "I'm um, I'm real glad you came over," Elaine said in a low voice. "I'm real glad you invited me," Charlie said. "Yeah?" she smiled up at him. "Yeah," he said and kissed her softly. "Ahem, want a beer?" Dick asked. "No, no thanks; I go on duty at eleven tonight," Charlie said and stepped back slightly. "Hey, wait a minute!" Elaine ordered. "Where's your, what happened to your pony-tail?" "I was wondering how long it'd take you to notice," Charlie laughed. "Donated it to Locks of Love; they make wigs for kids that lost their hair due to chemotherapy." He rubbed the back of his head where the hair used to be. "Took me two years to grow that tail; I'll be growing another one real soon," he smiled. ---- Paul very easily picked Darwin up, even though the boy was forty pounds overweight and slammed him against the cinderblock wall. He held the stunned boy there and put his face millimeters from the very frightened boy's face. "I ever, EVER hear you called my girlfriends cunts again, dude, you'll be shitting your teeth out, you hear me?" Paul hissed in Darwin's face. "Yeah, yeah," Darwin stammered. Paul let go and Darwin staggered as he fell to the floor. "Dude, I was just kidding," Darwin lied. "They ain't laughing," Paul said through gritted teeth. "And neither am I." Darwin had not realized just how strong Paul was. He had figured, if it came down to a fight between the two of them, he'd easily kick Paul's ass. He had the weight on him even though they were the same height. ---- "Oh, God, yes, oh Big Eddie," Daphne groaned and held her man close as he drove in and out of her. "What have I told you about cooking in the nude?" Ed panted as he plunged in and out of his girlfriend's pussy. "Wasn't nude," Daphne giggled. "Daphne, nothing but high heeled shoes is nude," Ed groaned as he shot his load into her. "Oh, so you did notice the shoes, huh?" she smiled as he wheezed and panted. "Damn it, woman," he laughed when he was able to catch his breath. "I love you, you know that?" ---- Missy did not look at Elizabeth as they ate dinner. It was a quiet meal but Elizabeth was okay with a quiet meal. She did not want to have to talk, did not want to have to look at Missy's pleading, imploring eyes. In a way, she was glad it was out in the open; it was high time that Missy realize that the only reason Elizabeth tolerated her was because of Teddy's baby. It was high time that Missy know that Elizabeth was tired of having to do all the work around the apartment, on top of going to school, studying, doing homework. But she knew that the knowledge hurt Missy's feelings terribly and she hated hurting anyone's feelings. Having Bill for a brother had shown her, first hand, what it felt like to have your feelings hurt. "Dinner was good," Missy mumbled as she took her plate to the sink and began to wash the dish. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 09 "Leave it," Elizabeth snapped. She'd already broken one dish this week; Elizabeth did not feel like having to clean broken pieces out of the sink again. "Okay," Missy mumbled and hurriedly left the small kitchen/dining room combination. A moment later, Elizabeth heard the television in the living room come to life. Although it was at a very high volume, she did not yell out for Missy to turn it down; she was tired of the bitterness and tension she felt inside of herself. She finished her meal and went to the sink to wash their dishes. ---- "Thank you again," Charlie smiled as he got to his feet. "I really hope we can do this again," Carmen smiled. "Well, yeah, especially if you show me pictures of Elaine as a baby," Charlie smiled and laughed at Elaine's embarrassed blush. "Why you blushing, Lala? "Ooh!" Elaine groaned and glared at a smirking Elise. "You just wait, you hear me?" "Um, you going to walk me home, or what?" Charlie asked Elaine. "Um, yeah, okay," Elaine, agreed, blushing hotly. Outside, Charlie took her hand and held it as they walked across the street. "I'm real tempted to call in sick," Charlie confided to her. "I kind of wanted to stay and look at some more pictures." "Oh God," Elaine groaned in embarrassment. "I can't believe she did that!" "Hey, just wait until you meet my mom and dad," Charlie laughed. "At least you were a cute baby; my mother insisted on dressing me like a dork!" They reached his front door and he turned and smiled at her. "So, am I still handsome, even without the hair?" he teased. "Knowing why you got it cut?" she said, looking up at him. "You're even more handsome than before." "You doing anything tomorrow night?" he asked her. "I'm off tomorrow night." "No," she whispered. "I ain't doing nothing; what'd you have in mind?" "There's this really nice restaurant out in DeGarde," Charlie said. "Nice, dark, romantic, you know, where two people can be alone?" "Sounds nice," Elaine agreed. "Should I get like, really dressed up?" "Skirt, blouse," Charlie said, mentally kicking himself. He hadn't thought about it but the Simones didn't have money for really nice clothes. The snooty people at Radcliffe's would most likely sneer at the young girl, make her feel inadequate. "Oh, well, I got this really nice dress for when Miss Brown died; it's this nice black dress, you think that'd be okay?" Elaine asked. "I think that'd be perfect," Charlie smiled. "I think you're perfect," he said in a quieter voice and leaned down and kissed her. "Oh!" she sighed when he finally let her go. "I think you're going to have to walk ME home!" "Elise, I swear, sit down!" Carmen laughed. "Dick! You too!" "But they're stripping, right in the front yard!" Elise hissed. "Do what?" Carmen screeched and jumped to her feet to peer through the glass pane of the front door. Elise laughed as Carmen glared at her youngest child. "You're not funny, young lady," Carmen said and marched Elise back to the recliner. "Okay, she's coming back now," Dick said and hurriedly sat down on the couch, looking innocent. Elaine let herself back in the house and smiled at her family. "He kissed me," she said and burst into elated giggles. "Boy, did he kiss me!" "Elaine's got a boyfriend," Elise, Carmen, and Dick sang out. Chapter 86 Just the ten acres alone was worth the twenty thousand. Half of an acre was cleared; the land around the house and the barn. The rest of it was beautiful woods. "There's an old car in the barn," Mr. Herman had coughed out. "Was my son's; Bobby died in Vietnam, never had the heart to get rid of it. Keys are in the ignition." "And the wood, well, hell, I doubt f any of it's any good now, but there was some real good rosewood," Mr. Herman went on. "Was going to convert the attic to a little apartment, you know, find some college kid needs a place, rent it out." "Well, I'll look at it," Paul smiled. "Never had the utilities shut off; you'll just need to get them switched over in your name," Mr. Herman went on. At first, the old woman at his bank had been quite short with him; almost refusing to do the paperwork. Paul very quietly pointed out that he had more than the required amount in his checking account with their bank, but would be more than happy to find another bank to do his business with. The manager himself had come over and ordered the woman to start the process. Two hours later, he had the cashier's check in his hand. Paul looked around the cleared property first, and then opened the door to the barn. "Dad would shit on himself," Paul laughed out loud. Bobby Herman's car was a 1959 Cadillac; identical to the model that Dad had been trying to get running for nearly twelve years now. The keys were in the ignition, but Paul did not try to start it. The tires had rotted off the rims; Paul was sure the hoses had rotted out in the engine as well. He looked at the wood; the majority of it had gotten wet and what had not rotted away had warped terribly. There was a lawn tractor, wheels flat, but he was sure they would fill up just fine. The house itself held more treasures; Mr. Herman had not removed any of his furniture. "Keep what you want," Mr. Herman coughed. "I got all I want, right here." He showed Paul a well-worn photograph of a beautiful woman, holding a baby. "My Carla and my Bobby," Mr. Herman explained. After he finished coughing, Mr. Herman smiled sadly. "I'll be joining them soon," he quietly said. "Lung cancer, you know? You got anybody special in your life, son?" "Yes sir, yes I do," Paul said quietly. "Never let her go, boy," Mr. Herman said. "Let her know every day how special she is, how you'd be lost without her. I kind of forgot to tell Carla that, then suddenly she's gone, heart attack, and I just, I just, I'm lost without her, son. But I'll be telling her real soon." "Yes sir," Paul said. There was a sofa and three chairs around the fireplace in the living room. The furniture was dark wood; the walls and floors were dark wood. The kitchen was large, with a gas stove and oven, and a refrigerator. On impulse, Paul opened it and gagged; the food in it had spoiled. The freezer itself was nothing but a block of ice. There was a breakfast table and four chairs in the kitchen. Paul smiled, imagining he and Pam and Candy and Cindy sitting at the table. They did not know about the house yet; he planned to bring them out here Friday night. "Going to have to clean that fridge out, though," he said out loud, and unplugged it, to defrost the ice. The bathroom was impressive; there was a large claw foot bathtub. He looked in it and smiled; The Broussard Sisters would fit nicely in it, even with their wide hips, and there would be room left over for Pam to squeeze in. There was a long porcelain vanity and ornate mirror over the vanity. The commode had a pull chain flush; he was sure the girls would get a kick out of it. The bedroom on the ground floor had obviously been Greg and Carla Herman's. There was a large canopy bed of dark wood, a dark wood chest of drawers and a low dresser and mirror. The closet held mostly women's clothing, quite old. There was little of interest in the drawers; mostly clothing. "You nasty old mother fucker," Paul laughed as he looked in the nightstand drawer. There was a stack of pornographic magazines and a nearly empty jar of petroleum jelly. 'Anal Teens,' Asian Cum Sluts,' 'Young Lesbians' were among the titles. Paul laughed and shut the drawer. Upstairs, he found Bobby's bedroom easily enough. Another bedroom looked as if it had belonged to a teenaged girl, but there were no clothes, no photographs. A third room looked as if it had never been used. There was a small bathroom, with an old shower and tub combination. The vanity was small, as was the mirror that hung over it. The toilet was also small; Paul realized the bathroom had been an add-on. installed after the house was completed. The hot water heater had been turned off; Paul carefully read the faded instructions printed on the side of it and turned it on and lighted the pilot light. "Water will be ready for Friday night," Paul smiled as he checked around again, and then left the upstairs. "Mop, broom, bucket, pine oil, looks like we're set," Paul said as he looked in the hall closet. ---- "No, I don't know where he is," Pam said. "Maybe he's at work? I mean, it's supposed to be his night off, but..." "Yeah, I guess," Candy, said into her phone. "Just kind of weird; he usually tells us." ""Maybe he have new girlfriend," Rosa said nastily. As soon as the cookies were gone, Rosa reverted to her nasty attitude. Candy waved her hand at her roommate to silence her. "You mind?" she hissed. "I'm on the phone here." Cindy did not know where he was either. Celine did not offer the crude suggestion that Rosa had suggested to Candy. On the seat of the Impala was Paul's cell phone. ---- Elaine lightly touched the leather appointments in the Porsche. Charlie smiled and pushed the car a little harder, showing her what the luxury sports car could do. She looked absolutely beautiful in the simple black dress. It was a simple A Line dress, but it molded itself to her large breasts and narrow waist and swelling hips. The hem ended just at her knee, and she wore smoke-colored stockings and simple black pumps. The gold chain and cross was just visible above the neckline of the dress. He realized, as he escorted her to the front door of the restaurant, she seemed to be at ease in the elegant surroundings. She also seemed to be at ease in tee shirt and shorts, cutting her grass. The maitre'd bowed and scraped when he realized that Charles Lapointe was Dr. Charles Lapointe. Elaine smiled graciously as the man eased her chair in for her and casually looked over the menu. On the inside, Elaine was anything but calm. The sheer opulence of the restaurant, the nearly overbearing staff, the luxury of the table settings was both intimidating and awe-inspiring. But if this was Charlie's world, she wanted to do her best to fit in. The last thing she wanted to do was to embarrass Charlie, make him think he was out on a date with a hick. Just the fact that her menu hat no prices told her that the place was expensive. "And would you care for something to drink?" the waiter asked. "An old-fashioned, please," Charlie said. "Very good, sir, and for you, ma'am?" "Iced tea, please, sweet," Elaine, said. "Um, I meant would you care for a cocktail, a before dinner drink?" the waiter asked. "No, thank you," Elaine smiled. When the waiter had walked away, Elaine leaned close to Charlie. "I'm only nineteen; I can't drink," she laughed. "I wouldn't have told on you," Charlie smiled. She enjoyed the meal and did comment on that fact to Charlie and to the waiter. The waiter smiled and promised he would tell the chef. The last time Charlie had been here, he'd brought Lindsey Duhon. Lindsey was the daughter of a friend of his mother's; the two mothers had gone to college together, were Sorority sisters. Lindsey had been rude to the valet, the maitre'd, the waiter, and to Charlie. If she had enjoyed the meal, she certainly gave no indication of it. After dinner, Lindsey seemed to remember that she was out on a date to try and ensnare Charlie. He almost laughed out loud when she woodenly put her hand on his upper thigh. "So, where to now?" she asked in what she thought was a seductive tone of voice. "I'm taking you home," he smiled. "Oh yeah?" she smiled back. "Yeah, then I'm calling my mother and telling her to never ever set me up on another miserable date like this one," Charlie smiled. Before he was even out of Lindsey's neighborhood, his mother was on the telephone, demanding that he apologize to the Duhons. "Apologize for what, Mother?" he laughed. "That there daughter is a miserable, stuck-up bitch? That she's rude, boorish, and arrogant?" "Well," his mother said after a long moment. "I guess the apple didn't fall very far from the tree. Hillary was like that in college." "Good bye mother," Charlie had laughed. The time before that had been with another one of Mother's friends' daughter. She had enjoyed the meal; judging for the nearly eighty pounds of excess weight she carried around, meals were the one thing she enjoyed quite a bit. He had been polite to Megan. Overweight or not, he did try to find out something about the girl, find out what she liked, didn't like and so forth. Questions were answered in grunts or whispers. "I had a nice time," he said as he stood outside of her apartment. "Want to fuck?" Megan asked, startling Charlie. "Wait, what?" Charlie had asked, stunned. "Well, you ain't never coming back; I can tell, we got nothing in common," Megan said. "Least I could do is give you a piece of ass for being so nice." "Or just a good night kiss," Charlie said, not wanting to take advantage of the girl's low self-esteem. "Oh," Megan said, obviously hurt by the rejection. "I mean, I didn't bring any condoms with me," Charlie hastily said. "Oh, that's all right," Megan brightened. "I got some!" He fucked her, used up two of her condoms before satisfying him that she was satisfied, that her ego was intact. "What did you do to her?" his mother hissed into the telephone the next morning. "Took her out to eat, took her home, stayed a little while then left," Charlie said, decorum advising that he leave out the sex. "She killed herself last night," his mother informed him. No, his mother would not have set him up with the likes of Carmen Simone's daughter. But Charlie was sure she'd approve of Carmen Simone and Elaine Simone. Carmen was a devoted mother that had almost lost her job to give care to her daughter. To lose her job would have meant losing her home, but Carmen did not even think about that; she devoted herself to the needs of her child. They were good, blue-collar people; they worked hard for everything they got and did not take each other for granted. He'd seen that last night when eating at their house. The looks, the touches that Dick and Carmen shared, without embarrassment. The friendly banter between Elaine and her sister. Then they pulled out the photo album to share their memories with him. He realized he'd been staring at Elaine and smiled at her. He slowly reached out his hand and touched the side of her face softly. "Anyone ever tell you, you're absolutely beautiful?" he asked. "No," she said and held his hand to her face. "No?" he smiled. "Nope," she shook her head. "Gorgeous, stupendous, stunning, amazing, but not beautiful." "Well, you are," he smiled and leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips. "You are gorgeous, stupendous, stunning, amazing, and beautiful." ---- "Appointment tomorrow," Elizabeth reminded Missy. The silence in their apartment was overwhelming. It was almost a relief with the next-door neighbor would start flailing away at his guitar; it gave them something to talk about, something they could agree on. "Uh huh," Missy mumbled listlessly. "Going to ask him if it's a boy or not?" Elizabeth teased. "No," Missy said and slowly got out of the chair and brought her plate to the sink. "God damn it!" Elizabeth screamed. "I am sick of this! You rather I lied to you? You rather I tell you I'm in love with you when I'm not?" "Yes!" Missy screamed back and slammed the plate down on the counter, smashing it. "Yes, I'd rather you lie to me, make me believe you love me as much as I love you, need me as much as I need you! I only kept the fucking baby because of you! I kept her for you, Elizabeth! And then you just go and shit all over me? Well, fuck you! Fuck you, fucking bitch!" ---- Daphne watch as Ed picked up the scotch bottle and prepared to pour him a drink. He unscrewed the cap, picked up the large rock glass and brought the mouth of the bottle to the glass. Then he put the bottle back down, put the glass away and screwed the cap onto the bottle. "Let's go to bed," he said. "What?" Daphne asked. "Bed? But it's only..." "Did I say 'let's go to sleep?'" he smiled. "Okay, Big Eddie," Daphne squealed and dashed up the stairs. He smiled and slowly followed her. ---- Paul was filthy as he sat at the counter of the Waffle House and ate the All-Star breakfast. He smirked; the waitress had given him some cock and bull story about closing out the register for the next shift, could he please pay the bill up front? He realized she was just making sure that he had the money to pay for his meal, that he wasn't going to eat and run. Want anything else?" the waitress asked him. No, no ma'am," he said and left a two-dollar tip. Darwin was almost smirking when Paul tiredly returned to the room, much cleaner after his shower. "Your ladies called," he announced. "Uh huh, talked with them earlier," Paul answered. "So, uh, like, uh where were you, huh?" Darwin asked He had thoroughly enjoyed the worry of Candy and Cindy and Pam. He had enjoyed suggesting that Paul may be out on a date; why else would he ignore his cell phone? Maybe if Candy dumped Robichaux, he'd snag her, take her out, and then get her in the back seat of his Oldsmobile. She'd see that Darwin would be a much better fuck. His last girlfriend had said that he was real good. Then she'd tell her friends and they'd want to fuck Darwin too. "Sorry, didn't see your name on 'Parent or Guardian," Paul said and got into his bed. ---- "I had a real good time," Elaine said as they stood outside of her home. "Me too," Charlie smiled. "Never been out to the Basin before." Elaine giggled. "Play your cards right, maybe we'll go there again," she coyly suggested. "Or we can just walk right across the street and make out in the living room," Charlie suggested. "Yeah, but it's so much fun fogging up the windows in your Porsche," Elaine laughed out loud. He smiled widely and brought her to him for another kiss. She was shorter than him by nearly ten inches, but she felt good molded to him like that. Her arms around his waist felt good, comfortable. She tilted her head at a slightly odd angle and he realized that she was trying to see his face, but his chest was blocking out the light from the street lamp. With only one eye, she was having a hard time seeing. "Here, let's try this," he smiled and lifted her off the ground, twirled around, and put her back down. "That better?" "Yeah," she smiled. "Now I can see your handsome face." "And I can see your beautiful face," he smiled. "So, Charlie, we going out again or what?" Elaine asked directly. "I hope so," Charlie said. "Okay, but next time, we're going to Manny's; they got the best Mexican in the world, and you can leave the suit and tie at home," Elaine said. "Oh?" Charlie smiled. "Don't think I'd have a little trouble getting service?" "What? Why?" Elaine asked, confused. "Well, most places kind of frown if you show up naked," Charlie smiled. "I mean, wear jeans, tee shirt, goofball," Elaine laughed. "Good night Lala," he said after a few more kisses. "Good night, Cha-cha," she said and stuck her tongue out at him. Chapter 87 "Buzz!" Candy imitated an electric razor. "Uh huh," Paul smiled and pulled up to the po-boy shop. Everyone said this place had the best, bar none, roast beef po-boys outside of New Orleans. On the outside, it didn't look like much, a hole in the wall among a couple of run-down looking shops. Inside, it looked decrepit, run-down. Many of the seats had rips in them, with their stuffing spilling out. The waitresses looked too old to carry the heavy trays. But the smell was incredible. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 09 "Get two gravies, one for your sandwich, one for the fries," Jerry had told him. They ordered, and then found a booth to cram into. Candy quickly sat next to Paul and put her head on his shoulder. "Ow!" she giggled as Pam kicked her under the table. The waitress called out their number and brought the tray to them. "Holy cow," Pam had said when she took a bite. "This is unbelievable!" He smiled as all three of them tramped into the small bathroom to wash the gravy off their hands and faces after the messy meal. "Anything else?" the waitress asked, smiling. "No ma'am, I think we're good," Paul smiled. "But the motel's back that way," Cindy said as she sat next to him. "Different motel," Paul smiled and got onto Highway 271. "You're kidding," Cindy gasped as she looked around the living room. "It's got a gas stove!" Pam called out from the kitchen. "Gas is the best." "Oh, cool!" Candy laughed as she yanked on the pull chain of the toilet. "Cindy, come here, you got to see this tub!" "You bought this?" Cindy asked him again. "Yeah, for us," He said as he hugged her. "I bought it for us." Cindy felt absolutely light-headed as she looked up into his blue eyes. He had said 'for us,' not 'for all of us.' "And there's all these pots and pans!" Pam called out excitedly. "It works!" Candy called out from the bathroom, over the sound of running water. "Yeah, can't have a shave party without running water," Paul said as he stuck his head in the bathroom. "Oh yeah!" Pam giggled. "I almost forgot about that!" "Anyone see us from the road?" Cindy asked as she peered out the front window of the living room. "With that heavy curtain?" Paul asked. "Candy, turn that off, please! I don't think they can, why?" In answer, she smiled and kicked her loafers off, then began to slowly strip. He smiled and started to take his own clothing off. "Oh, no reason," she smiled. "Just asking." ---- "And you go to work at eleven?" Elaine asked as the waitress scurried away. "Uh huh," Charlie said and scooped up some salsa with the fried tortilla chip. "Careful," Elaine warned as Charlie stuffed the entire chip into his mouth. "Oh son of a bitch!" Charlie complained and looked around for his water. "It's a LITTLE spicy," Elaine went on and smiled as she helped herself to some salsa. "A little?" he asked and glared at her; she was hoarding both of the water glasses, smiling widely at him. "Give me one of those!" "Make me," she laughed and sipped one of the glasses while clutching the other. "Elaine," he warned. "That salsa is kind of hot, huh?" she giggled. "Elaine," he said a little louder. "Yes?" She asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him. "May I please have one of the glasses of water?" he asked. "Why of course!" she said and handed him her glass, which was nearly empty. "Damn it, Elaine!" he laughed. Need more water, senor?" the waitress giggled and filled his glass. "Ha!" Charlie said and stuck his tongue out at Elaine. ---- "You are kidding!" Marie complained. "Bob, I'm big as a house!" "And as sexy as I've ever seen you," he laughed. "Really?" Marie laughed. "You really want to have sex?" "No, Honey Bunny," he smiled. "I want to make love, make love with the most beautiful woman in my life." ---- Paul smiled nervously. He had been sure that Cindy would shave her pussy. Possibly Candy would too, if Cindy did. But he was sure that Pam would never go through with it. But Pam sat on the edge of the tub, her short legs almost able to touch the bottom of the tub, as Cindy squatted down and carefully stroked the razor up through the lather, removing large clumps of hair. Candy busily tried to bend in half, trying to look at her own crotch. "Got to get the butt, too," Pam announced, slid down the back of the tub until she was able to stand in the tub, then turned and bent over at the waist. She squealed, then groaned as she felt Cindy's tongue lick at the exposed slit. "Ew, Paul!" Cindy complained. "Next time, don't get menthol shaving cream, okay?" Pam laughed as the cold foam was applied to her very sensitive anus. "How's it look?" Candy asked Paul again as she modeled her hairless slit for him. "Delicious," he admitted. "How's it look?" Pam asked Cindy as Cindy wiped away the last of the foam. "Delicious," Cindy said and Pam again squealed as Cindy licked the slit, then the anus of the small girl. "Now, Mr. Robichaux!" Candy laughed as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the tub. "Who gets the honors?" "Pam," he decided. Chapter 88 Missy sullenly pushed Elizabeth away and huddled near the edge of the bed. "Come on, I said I'm sorry," Elizabeth said. "And I said 'fine,'" Missy grumbled. Elizabeth scooted closer and lightly nibbled on Missy's shoulder, something Missy had a hard time resisting. "What do you want, Elizabeth?" Missy sighed and rolled onto her back. "I want to make love, I want is to be lovers, I'm tired of fighting all the time," Elizabeth admitted. The squealing guitar started up next door. "Good, go kill him and I'll love you forever," Missy said. "I was going to tell you to do it," Elizabeth giggled. Missy giggled too and put her arms around Elizabeth. They kissed softly. "I really am sorry," Elizabeth whispered into Missy's ear. ---- He thought back to that evening's date and smiled. He didn't intimidate her by his degree. She didn't defer to his wishes, didn't try to stroke his ego. She wasn't trying to manipulate him, wasn't trying to coerce him or trick him. She was attracted to him; that much was evident. He was attracted to her too. At first her youth concerned him, but so far the nearly thirteen year difference didn't seem to matter. "Well SOMEONE'S in a good mood," Yolanda smiled as Charlie made his rounds. "Yep," he said and hung the clipboard on its appropriate hook under the clock. "Anybody we know?" Yolanda pumped for information. "Former patient," Charlie smiled. "Charlie!" Yolanda gasped. "Not that little Mexican girl, huh?" "What? That, what was her name? Maria Sanchez?" Charlie smiled. "No, not her. Remember? Her husband came and got her and took her back to Mexico." "Oh yeah," Yolanda said, shaking her head. "Thank God," Charlie laughed. "Buzzing me the whole time, pretending not to speak English, flashing her genitals at me." "You got it so hard," Ricardo said as he pushed a mop bucket down the hall. "Only ones ever flash their genitals at me in their late hundreds." "What about Wendell?" Charlie laughed. "He wasn't in his hundreds." "You funny man," Ricardo laughed as he used his large ring of keys to unlock the housekeeping closet. "I'm not talking about the queers, man." "So?" Yolanda pumped Charlie. "Who is it?" ---- Beads of sweat popped out on her forehead. She clenched her jaw muscles tightly, to keep from crying out. "You okay?" Paul whispered, putting his large hand on her back. "Uh huh," she grunted, nodding her head. She pulled her buttocks apart further, trying to open her anus wider. "What me to stop?" he whispered. She did. She'd been trying to stretch her rectum all week, jamming her fingers in there every time she showered, trying to see how many of her small fingers she could shove up there. But his cock was much larger than her fingers. It hurt tremendously; she didn't see how Cindy could take it. "No," she grunted. "Fuck me. I love a smooth cock up the ass." She almost giggled as she heard him chuckle at her trying to imitate the girls in the pornographic videos. One of his hands cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples. She felt the other hand reach between her legs and felt a finger worm its way into her moist pussy. "Uh!" she grunted gutturally as she felt his finger rub her clitoris. "That feels so weird," Candy laughed as Cindy's mouth licked all over her smooth pubic mound. In answer, Cindy reached up and savagely pinched one of Candy's nipples. "Ow!" Candy grunted, then sighed. "Oh!" Pam did let a giggle escape as she felt Paul's hipbones resting firmly against her buttocks. ---- Carmen felt the bed sag as Dick wearily slipped under the covers. "Everything where it's supposed to be?" she asked, teasing him about his habit of checking everything. "Yes," he whispered back. "The girls are sleeping, doors all locked up, stove's off, and I'm home with the woman I love." Her eyes opened and she looked at his smiling face. "Baby, I've wanted to say that since the first time we kissed," he admitted. "And I've wanted to say it before then," she admitted back and pulled him to her. "But I was afraid to, suppose you didn't feel the same way?" "Love is kind of scary, ain't it?" he asked as she pulled his erect cock into her. "Uh huh," she moaned. "I can see you're scared stiff." ---- "Cold, cold, cold," Pam chanted as she rapidly scurried back from the bathroom and clambered into the bed. "Is it cold?" Paul joked as she snuggled up against him for body heat. "Yes!" she complained. "Come on; let me up," I'll see about turning the heat on in there," Paul said. "Uh uh," Pam giggled and placed his cock at the mouth of her pussy. "Pam!" he said urgently. "I don't have a condom on!" "All right," she groused and dismounted slightly. "Let me up," he laughed. "Uh uh, put a condom on," she ordered. "You two shut up; I'm trying to sleep here," Candy complained. "Put a condom on," Pam ordered again. ---- Two o'clock in the morning. Far too late at night to call her. Yolanda smiled and pushed the paper cup of coffee his way. "So, what's she got that I don't?" she joked. "Um, no husband," he said. "What? Milton?" Yolanda huffed and waved her arm. "Kick him out to the curb with yesterday's news paper!" "And no kids," Charlie went on. "They can join Milton on the curb," Yolanda said. "And she smiles, it's real," Charlie said and drained the cup. "Yolanda, she makes me feel good, you know?" "Oh bull shit," Yolanda laughed. "That is such corny bullshit and you know it." ---- Carmen watched him get dressed. He took pride in his uniform, took pride in the badge he wore. He looked over at her and she smiled. "Hey, Beautiful, I ever tell you that I love you?" he asked and she shrugged her shoulders. "Don't think so," she teased. "Hmm," he said. "Might want to take a look at that, if I were you." "Bastard!" she laughed and threw her pillow at him. He easily caught it and tossed it back at her. "Should have woken me up earlier," she said and rearranged the pillows. "I'd have fixed you breakfast." "Nah, stop off at Meche's," he said. "They are good," she agreed. "Especially when they're hot." "Oh?" He asked. Want me to pick you up some?" "No," she said after a moment of thought. "I want them, but sure don't need them." "We're going to Meche's?" Elise asked, bounding into the bedroom. She was still in her nightgown, hair still a mess. "No, Elise, I'M going to Meche's, then I'M going to work," Dick smiled. "Aw!" Elise complained. "Tell you what, Put some clothes on and I'll run you there," Dick offered. "Okay!" Elise whooped and bounded out of the room again. "And comb that rat's nest!" Carmen called out. Elaine lay in her bed, listening to Elise and Dick chattering excitedly as the two tramped down the stairs. A moment later she heard the siren on Dick's car start up, then heard the car roar away at high speed. "Stop it!" Elise giggled and Dick smiled and turned the siren and lights off. "You said you were starving to death," Dick smiled as he slowed down. "I figured it was an emergency." ---- "Okay, and here's your key," Paul Sid as he handed Pam her house key. "Wish you didn't have to go to work today," she whispered to him. "Hey, got to pay for it somehow," he smiled. Cindy and Candy were already excitedly adding their keys to their key chains. "And we can go there whenever we like?" Cindy asked. "Hey, it's our house," Paul smiled as he closed the door to the impala. "Bye, Paul, Candy, Cindy and Pam called out as he drove away. "Man, my pussy itches!" Candy hissed to Cindy. "Yeah, no one said nothing about that, huh?" Cindy agreed. "Supposed to put baby oil on it, or lotion or something," Pam said. ---- Trish tensed up, grunted, and then slowly let her breath out. She quickly pulled her hand out of her panties when she heard Pam's key in the door. Pam looked at Trish, smirked at the blush that was spreading from Trish's chest to her scalp, then yanked open a drawer and pulled out some clean clothes. "So, where you been all night?" Trish finally asked. "With Paul," Pam shrugged and got her shower bag out of the closet. ---- Cindy wanted to punch Celine. The small girl was actually sobbing in relief. "I was so worried something had happened to you!" Celine admitted. "Damn, Celine, why didn't you just call my cell phone?" Cindy finally asked. "I don't know your number, you never gave it to me," Celine said. "Okay, start writing," Cindy sighed in resignation. ---- Candy also wanted to punch her roommate; the disgusting bitch had washed her hair in the sink again. Rosa ignored the girl, chattering away loudly in Spanish. She got some clean clothes out of her dresser drawer, and got her shower bag and towel out of the closet. "Thank God, the bitch is gone," Rosa spat to her cousin. "Fucking bitch thinks just because she is blonde and beautiful, she can boss me around, tell me not to wash my hair in the sink." Cindy grabbed Candy's arm as the girl came out of her room and laughed as candy yelped in surprise. Pam was just stepping out of the shower stall when Cindy and Candy sauntered in. "Hey!" she happily said. "Listen, I was just thinking..." "Oh no! We're in trouble now, Pam's been thinking!" Candy said. "Shut up, butt hole," Pam glared. "No, I was thinking, instead of going to the cafeteria for lunch, why don't we just go get some groceries and go back to the house, huh?" "Yeah!" Cindy happily agreed. ---- "Told you, huh? Best roast beef po-boy you ever put in your mouth, huh?" Jerry laughed. "Pretty damned good," Paul agreed. "Hey, Mike," Jerry called out. "What time we open?" "Um, nine o'clock," Mike answered. "Uh huh, and what time is it?" Jerry asked. "Um, about nine?" Mike answered. "Um, more like about ten," Jerry answered. "Well, see, there was this tractor trailer on I-20..." Mike started. "Save it," Jerry groused. "So sick and tired of your bullshit." ---- "And then he goes in there and tells the girl 'I heard you been making illegal doughnuts here, I'm going to have to take them all back to the station for forensics,' and the girl's like 'we are not!'" Elise giggled as she related the story to Carmen and Elaine. "Can I have a cup of coffee?" Elaine asked Carmen. "But then the manager comes out and tells Mr. Dick quit giving his employees a hard time," Elise finished her story. "Sure, doughnuts are made for dunking," Carmen agreed and Elaine happily got up and fixed herself a cup of the hot brew. Elaine," Carmen said when the girl sat back down again. "Honey, you're nineteen now. You want coffee, you can have coffee, and you don't need to ask." "Oh, okay," Elaine smiled happily. "So where's your boyfriend today?" Elise teased Elaine. "Working a double shift," Elaine said sourly. "So, no date tonight?" Carmen asked. "No, probably not, but why don't you and Mr. Dick go out?" Elaine suggested. "Honey, he might not feel like it after working all day," Carmen said. "Never know 'til you ask," Elaine said. Chapter 89 Cindy was tempted to turn down one of the side streets, pull up in front of a random house and tell Celine 'This is it,' then drive off when the girl got out of the car. She chattered non-stop, so happy to be off of campus, so happy to be with her friend and her friend's friends. Cindy had not wanted to invite the girl along at all, but felt guilty when she told the girl they were going to have lunch at the house that Paul just bought. "Oh!" Celine gasped when Cindy pulled up in front of the house. "What a beautiful house!" "Paul is rich?" Celine asked as they carried the groceries in. "No, not really," Cindy answered. "Guy's dying, don't really need the money, so he sold it to Paul for a song." "Can I look around?" Celine asked excitedly as Pam dragged out some pots and pans and began cleaning them in the large sink. "Sure," Cindy shrugged her shoulders and began to help Pam clean the pans. "Cool bed!" Celine called out from the ground floor bedroom. "I hate her," Cindy whispered to Pam. "Candy, start chopping the onion and bell pepper, huh?" Pam ordered as candy finished putting the groceries in the refrigerator. "Okay, Candy agreed, and pulled out the cutting board and large knife. "Look at the tub!" Celine squealed. "There's ten acres," Cindy whispered to Pam. "Think we could lose her in the woods?" They heard Celine's feet overhead. "Go on," Pam nudged Cindy with her hip. "Thanks for helping me with the pots." "Sure," Cindy smiled and kissed Pam. Celine turned and smiled at Cindy. "The toilet up here is so tiny!" she giggled to Cindy. "It's perfect for Pam!" Cindy had to smile; the toilet was fairly small, especially when compared to the one downstairs. "So, did Pam and Candy sleep here last night?" Celine whispered "Yeah," Cindy agreed, leading the way as they walked back down the stairs. "Where?" Celine asked. "Bed down here," Cindy said. "Oh, where did you and Paul sleep?" Celine asked, a slight blush beginning. "Bed down here," Cindy said after a moment's hesitation. "Oh!" Celine said, eyes open very wide. They returned to the kitchen and Celine backed up immediately, stepping on Cindy's toes. "Ow!" Cindy complained. ""I'm sorry," Celine whispered, highly embarrassed. "They were kissing!" Pam returned to stirring the vegetables and chicken pieces while Candy measured the rice. "Candy, when you get a minute, come see," Cindy said. "Uh huh," Candy agreed and added the rice to the boiling water, then reduced the heat and covered the pot. "What?" Candy asked, ignoring the highly embarrassed Celine. "Nothing, just wanted a kiss," Cindy said and forcefully thrust her tongue into Candy's mouth. "Cindy!" Candy squealed. "What about your, Celine?" "I'm tired of having to hide the truth from her," Cindy said and pulled Candy in for another kiss. "Um, okay," Candy agreed readily enough and hugged her best friend. "Celine, we're all together," Cindy said quietly. "I've been in love with candy all my life; we're the best of friends." "Yeah, in school they used to call us 'The Broussard Sisters,'" Candy interrupted with a giggle. "Then Paul came along and we started dating him, both of us," Cindy said and loving rubbed Candy's arm while Candy rested her head on Cindy's shoulder. "And then me," Pam called out from her perch near the stove. "And she was just so cute and sweet we couldn't tell her no," Candy said. "Yep, I'm a real snuggle bunny," Pam laughed as she jumped down from her stool. "So I guess you're going to want me to bring you back to the dorm, huh?" Cindy asked the wide –eyed Celine. "Um, no, no," Celine said, shaking her head no. Pam stood on the other side of Cindy and rested her head against Cindy's upper arm. -------- "Ha! Told you!" Missy crowed as they read through the ultrasound's results. "A girl! See? See? Told you!" "So, we can't call the baby 'Teddy,'" Elizabeth said and felt the sob catch in her throat. "That'd be a pretty funny name for a girl," Missy agreed. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 10 *Disclaimer: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * Candy Broussard used her long fiberglass cane as she tapped down the trail. "Paul wants you; he's down by the pond," Cindy had said. Paul, Cindy and Pam had used the old bobcat to dig out the earth, then Paul used the rocks they ferreted out of the mounds of dirt and built a waterfall. Pumps in the pond kept the water aerated, kept the waterfall flowing. He stocked the forty five by sixty foot pond with bass and trout and they delighted in fishing for them. Cindy was the best; she could fling her hook way out to the middle of the pond. Of course, they rarely caught any of them, and when they did, they were too small to eat. Back at the house, Celine, Cindy and Pam were busy packing. Graduation was in two days and then they were moving back home, back to Bender, Louisiana. Paul had already sold eight of the ten acres, on the ninth acre furthest from the house, he'd built apartments, four buildings. With the equipment he was able to borrow from the University. The materials he'd been able to buy for next to nothing; they were all discarded International-shipping crates. Then he made Cindy, Pam, Celine, and Candy managers of their own apartment buildings. "Graduation present," he smiled. "Hey, as long as there's a university here in Monroe, y'all have a source of income." "God, I am so in love with him," Candy said as she negotiated the path. She could hear the waterfall and followed the sound. "Over here," she heard Paul say and she smiled wider. He was sitting on the natural 'bench' he'd formed from a split log and a couple of rocks. She found the bench, then squealed as he grabbed the cane and pulled on it. She sat down next to him and he put his arm around her. "Cindy said you wanted me," she said. "Yeah, yeah I do," he said and lapsed into silence. Actually, it had been Cindy he wanted. He used the money he'd made from the sales of the acres of land to build them the apartment complexes. With the sales of the equipment, the old bobcat he'd fixed up, the bulldozer he'd rescued from the scrap metal heap, and the grader he'd repaired, he'd bought an engagement ring and wedding ring set. The rest of the money, and the money from the sale of the house and barn and remaining acre, including the pond, had gone into a few high-interest bonds, to build them a house once they returned to Bender. He came back from Ruston, Louisiana, rings in his pockets, and grabbed Cindy and dragged her, protesting that she was busy packing, down to the pond. "Shut up," he laughed and kissed her deeply, passionately. He made her sit down on the bench then got down on one knee in front of her. "Cindy, as much as I love Pam, and Candy, and Celine, and I do love them so very much," Paul began. "There's no one I love as much as I love you. Cindy, will you marry me?" She sat, stunned, and then looked at the ring he held out to her. Then she looked back at his smiling face and shook her head no. "No," she finally whispered. "Wait, what?" Paul asked, stunned; he'd never expected a refusal. "No, Paul, I can't," she sobbed out. "Baby, I love you, I've dreamed about this moment for as long as I've ever known you," she sobbed as she held on to him tightly. "But as much, as much as I want you, Paul, Candy needs you. She needs you." Paul sat, stunned. She was telling him no. The woman that he fantasized about was telling him no, because her friend needed him. "And that's why I love you most of all," he finally said. "Paul, please, please ask Candy to marry you," she begged. "I'll do anything, anything you want; I'll make love to you all the time, I'll carry your babies, I'll have your children, as many as you want, I want you, oh God I want you so bad! But as much as I want you, Candy's the one that needs you." Finally, Paul nodded his head yes and kissed her softly. "Okay," he said. "You're right." "You'll do it?" she begged. "You'll ask her?" "yeah, I'll ask her, but I swear to God, she says no, I'm coming after you!" "She says no, I'll marry you in a heartbeat," Cindy promised. "What happened?" Pam asked worriedly as Cindy lay face down on the large bed and sobbed, heartbroken. Cindy loved Paul so much, absolutely adored the handsome young man. When they'd all gone down to New Orleans to help out with the hurricane relief effort, her heart had burst with pride watching him. She'd picked up a hammer and joined in the building effort. Pam and Candy and Celine had stayed with the wagon, preparing the meals, serving the workers, serving the wretched citizens of the devastated city. But she had hammered, and sawed and hoisted with the men, with Paul. When she'd seen that gold ring, she knew her heart would explode in her chest. She wanted to scream 'YES!' at the top of her lungs. "No," she whispered. Candy. Her best friend in the whole world. Candy was almost completely blind now, was struggling. She'd gone to some school for the blind, right down the road in Ruston, Louisiana, and had gained some independence, some confidence, but she had needs, challenges Cindy could never even imagine. "Wait, what?" Candy asked, stunned. "Marry, what? Are you serious?" Paul set his jaw tightly. If Candy told him no, he would just hurl the ring out into the middle of the pond and just give up on the Broussard Sisters altogether. "Yes, Baby, yes, I'll marry you," Candy sobbed out and hugged him tightly. Pam's heart stopped beating as Cindy told her that Paul was asking Candy to marry him. Pam loved him the most; couldn't Paul see that? She loved him with all of her heart. She'd be a much better wife for him than Candy ever would be. She'd learned how to work the bulldozer and the bobcat. She even learned how to use the backhoe when they were putting in the septic tanks for the apartment buildings. Candy just sat there, laughing and giggling and making stupid jokes. The only time Candy ever got on the bulldozer was when Paul pulled her up on it, and the slut spent more time wiggling on his crotch than actually learning how to use the heavy equipment. Pam slid off of the bed and walked to the kitchen door, preparing to grab the car keys from the hook, when the door opened and an ecstatic Candy burst in. "I hate you!" Pam screamed and punched Candy in her smiling face as hard as she could. "I fucking hate you!" ---- Elaine kissed Charlie's shoulder as he lay in their bed, snoring lightly. "Hmm?" he asked, stretching slightly. "Seven o'clock, Baby," she said quietly. "Thought you might like a little supper before work." "Baby, I don't go in until eleven," he said, rolling over. "Uh huh," Elaine giggled lightly. "But after dinner..." "Damn," he laughed. "Then I'll need another nap!" "See why I woke you up at seven?" she giggled and kissed him. "Damn, you sure are horny a lot lately, oh, son of a bitch!" Charlie said. He sat up and looked at his hotly blushing wife. "Elaine Ann Simmons LaPointe, are you pregnant again?" he asked. "Yes!" she screamed happily. "Found out for sure today! Ten weeks!" "Hot damn!" he laughed and hugged her tightly. "You are happy, right?" she giggled happily. "Right? You do want another baby, right?" "Baby, I want as many children as we can possibly have," he assured her, unbuttoning her blouse. "Uh uh, leave that be; what about dinner?" she giggled, playfully batting at his hands. "Dinner can wait," he growled, pulling her blouse off and grappling with her bra. "Well, that's how we got into this mess in the first place," she laughed and tugged her bra off. He lavished her breasts and nipples with his tongue and hands and she cradled his head to her breasts. He pulled her skirt off and laughed happily when he saw that she wore no panties underneath the skirt. Then he was rolling on top of her and she groaned happily as he slipped into her wet pussy. "Oh, Charlie," she sighed. ---- Bob wiped at the tears and congratulated Paul again, then hung up the telephone. "What's wrong?" Marie asked him. "Nothing," Bob choked out. "My boy, my boy's getting married, that's all." "He is?" Marie asked, elated. "Yeah, he asked Candy, and she said yes," Bob sobbed some more. "Candy?" Marie asked, truly surprised. "But Bob, it's Cindy he loves the most." "Yeah, well, that's what I thought too, but he asked Candy," Bob said. Marie shook her head, confused. Bobby started crying and Marie bent over the crib to get the infant. "Whew!" she exclaimed; she could smell a full diaper. "Whew, boy, you ATE that?" Bob teased the wiggling infant. "Worse," Marie smiled as she carried him over to the changing table. "We FED him that." "Get Lysol!" Rebecca shrilled from the door. "Shush, you," Marie laughed. "yours didn't smell any better." "Uh huh, Daddy says I was like flowers," Rebecca said. "Daddy fibbed," Marie laughed. "Daddy's a big fat fibber." ---- "Damn, Bobbi," Jake complained as he lugged another suitcase to the foyer. "We're going to be there what? Two whole days?" "And?" she asked. "What we need all them clothes for?" Jake complained. "There's the luncheon, then the social," Bobbi patiently explained. "Then on Friday is the graduation ceremony, and I'm sure we'll go out to eat Thursday night." "Uh huh, whatever," Jake said. ---- Ed balanced TeddiAnn on his leg as she flipped through the channels. He sighed and lightly tickled the child. "Nothing on," he said. "Nothing on," she echoed. "I saw 'Steel Magnolias,'" Daphne said. "Like I said, 'nothing on,'" Ed teased. "Nothing on," TeddiAnn echoed. "Put it back," Daphne ordered. "Hey, I saw the Golf Channel," Ed countered. "But did I put that on?" "Eddie, you hate golf," Daphne laughed. "Not as much as I hate 'Steel Magnolias,'" Ed countered. "Put it on," Daphne ordered. "Fine, fine," Ed grumbled and hit the buttons. TeddiAnn looked up at Poppa and smiled when e smiled down at her. She reached up and patted his wrinkled face and he grabbed her hand and bit it playfully. She shrieked in laughter. Daphne smiled and shook her head. She still remembered the day a skinny blonde had timidly knocked that he door of the condo. "Yes?" Daphne asked the frightened looking girl. "Um, is um, Mr. Baggett, he live here?" Missy mumbled. Daphne's eyes narrowed. This cute little girl had better not be a 'fling' of Big Eddie's and the squirming little brat had better not be Big Eddie's kid or Daphne would be wearing his balls for earrings. "Who is it, oh hi Missy!" Ed said, coming up behind Daphne. "How are you doing? Come on in!" "Here," Missy said and thrust the squirming infant into Ed's hands. "I thought I could do it, I thought I could take care of her, but I can't. Tell Elizabeth I'm sorry." And then she was gone, leaving a stunned Ed Baggett holding the baby, leaving an enraged Daphne waiting for an explanation. Elizabeth screamed when Ed called to let her know that Missy had just come by. "Hold her there, don't let her go, I'll be right there," Elizabeth screamed and hung up. She ran out of her mother's house and screeched down the driveway and raced to her father's condominium. "Where is she, did she have TeddiAnn with her?" Elizabeth demanded as she barged into the condo. "Missy, no, Honey, I tried to tell you but you hung up on me," Ed said. "She ran off right before I called you." "TeddiAnn?" Elizabeth cried out, face twisting up in heartbreak. "She's upstairs, Daphne's giving her a bath, smelled like she hadn't been bathed in weeks," Ed said and Elizabeth ran up the stairs. At first Elizabeth was outraged that Ed and Daphne insisted on keeping the infant, rather than give TeddiAnn to her. Finally, common sense prevailed. School had been hard enough without the distraction of caring for the baby, and that had been with Missy helping. There was no way she could go to school, take care of a baby, and maintain a passing grade point average by herself. "But I'll come visit you every chance I get," Elizabeth promised the baby. Ed paid an investigator nearly ten thousand dollars to track Missy Webber down, but the trail ran cold in Fort Walton Beach, Florida. After six months, Ed called the search off and told Marie Robichaux to file the papers for the adoption. Chapter 92 Pam drove her Toyota south. Tears of rage streamed down her face. It was just so unfair. Why did Candy get to marry Paul? Was it because she was prettier and more outgoing? Was it because she was a blonde? Was it because she had a Mom and Dad? She didn't really think that was the reason; she was just cataloging all the things that Candy had that she didn't. ---- "Wow," Paul said when he came in from the barn and saw Candy's swollen eye for the first time. "That's going to be a beauty." "Hold still," Celine ordered as he pressed the ice pack against the eye again. "But it hurts!" Candy whined. "Pam hit her when she found out about the engagement," Cindy explained quietly. "That's an odd way of saying 'congratulations,'" Paul joked, trying to make light of the situation. "It's not funny, Paul," Cindy said. "I know it's not," he said. "Where is she?" "Took off," Celine said. "Candy, hold still!" "Let me call her," Paul said and hit the speed dial number on his cell phone. "Hi, this is Pam Broussard," Pam's cheerful voice came up. "When you hear the beep, you know what to do. If you don't know what to do, here's a clue; start talking!" "Call me," Paul said and hung up. "Congratulations," Celine said quietly, smiling up at Paul. "Thanks," he smiled back and took the ice pack from her hand and pressed it to his fiancé's eye. Celine grabbed Cindy's hand and wordlessly dragged the red head to the downstairs bedroom. "I am so happy that Paul is going to marry Candy," Celine enthused. "Yeah, me too," Cindy said listlessly. "Cindy, I was so afraid he would want you, want to marry you," Celine went on. "Yeah, well, he made his choice, Cindy said. "Cindy, I have a confession," Celine bubbled. "A what?" Cindy asked. "You remember the first day we met?" Celine asked. "You came into the dorm room and Paul carried in your suitcase, and you started putting your stuff away and Paul had to leave to help Pam and Candy? And I was looking at you and I said to myself, 'Well, can't hide it any longer, I'm gay,' 'cause the minute I saw you I knew I was in love with you." "Wait, what?" Cindy asked, shocked. "Cindy, I love you," Celine said simply. "I'm in love with you; I'd been denying my homosexuality all this time, you know? I mean, I've been telling myself, 'it'll pass, you just haven't found the right guy yet,' or 'you're bi, that's all, you're not really gay,' but then when I saw you..." "But, but, you make love with Paul, and I've seen you orgasm when y'all make love," Cindy argued. "And I like sex with Paul, but it's just sex, it doesn't mean anything to me, it's just a way to get off," Celine countered. "But with you, Cindy, with you, its love. It's making love." "Celine, I uh," Cindy stammered. "I went on-line, and in Massachusetts, they're talking about passing a same-sex marriage bill, making it legal for same-sex couples to get married, we could get married just like Candy and Paul," Celine went on. "And I was reading it and thinking 'oh God, if Cindy and I could get married! It would be so beautiful!'" "Great, just great," Cindy thought to herself and couldn't help but giggle. Twice in one day. Twice in one day someone was asking her to marry him or her. "I mean, I didn't buy you a ring, 'cause I just knew that Paul was going to ask you and I knew I could never compete with Paul, but believe me," Celine continued babbling. She got down on one knee in front of Cindy. "Cindy Broussard, will you marry me? We'll fly up to Massachusetts and file for a marriage license and..." Celine asked. "Celine, I love you, love you so very much," Cindy said and pulled the small Asian American up to her feet. "But I'm not, I can't marry you; I'm too much in love with Paul..." "But he is marrying someone else!" Celine protested. "And I'm too much in love with Candy," Cindy said. Celine looked into the warm brown eyes that sought her own eyes for understanding. Finally tears began to spill out of her black eyes, but she nodded her head yes. "Fine, fine. Fucking bitch," Celine hissed angrily. "Please Celine, what about," Cindy protested. "Uh huh, I fucking poured my heart out to you, fucking bitch!" Celine screamed, shoved Cindy with all of her might, and ran out of the bedroom. A moment later, Cindy heard the front door slam. A car engine started up then race away. ---- "Oh God, here come those neighbors," Dick teased as Charlie, Elaine, Charles the Third, 'Trey,' and Richard trooped across the street. "Oh no, not those LaPointes again," Carmen asked. "Yep, 'fraid so," Dick said and opened the door for them. He held out his hands for Richard, his namesake as Carmen yanked Trey out of Charlie's hands. "Okay, thanks for coming over, see you, bye," Dick said and made to shut the door on Charlie and Elaine. "Wait, wait!" Elaine giggled and pushed her way into the house. "Yeah, we got something to tell y'all," Charlie laughed and entered behind his wife. "Yeah, y'all are going to want to sit down for this," Elaine warned. "Is that my boy?" Elise asked as she came bounding down the stairs. ""Uh huh, Nana," Elaine said as Elise kissed her godchild, Trey. "Oh God, let me guess," Carmen said. Mom, Dad," Elaine started. She'd started calling Dick 'Dad' just before her wedding to Charlie. Elise called him Dad too. "You're pregnant," Carmen interrupted. "Yes!" Elaine screamed and burst into elated giggles. "Ten weeks!" "You do know what causes that, right?" Dick asked Charlie as he shook the man's hand in congratulations. "Uh huh, I am a doctor, remember?" Charlie laughed. "Yep, something in the air," Dick said. "Uh huh," Charlie smirked, waiting for the inevitable punch line. "Yes, her feet," Dick said and Elaine slapped his arm. "Name this one after me?" Elise begged. "If it's a girl, we're naming it Carmen; y'all already know that," Elaine informed her audience. "But if it's a boy we'll name it after you," Charlie told his sister, earning himself a punch. "No, if it's a boy, y'all remember Teddy? That boy that went to school with me, the one that died in the fire?" Elaine said. "If it's ANOTHER boy, we're going to name him Teddy." ---- Am exhausted Pam turned off of Highway 19 onto Cort Street, driving to the place she felt safest, most loved. "Pam, what on earth?" Bobbi said when Pam staggered into the living room. "Candy and Cindy and Paul are worried sidk about you!" Pam burst into heart wrenching sobs and Bobbi held the girl tightly. "Make that cocoa?" Jake asked and Bobbi nodded her head yes. "And I hit her and told her I hate her and I'm so sorry and I'll never be able to look at her again," Pam sobbed as Bobbi held her. "Baby, she's worried about you," Bobbi said quietly. Jake pointed to the mug on the left; it held the dissolved sleeping tablet. "I don't think she even remembers you hitting her, or saying you hate her," Bobbi went on and handed Pam the doctored cocoa. "And I love her so much and I don't even know why I got so mad; I should be all happy for her and stuff," Pam sobbed. Jake went into the bedroom and called Paul, told a very relieved Paul that Pam had arrived home, safe and sound but worn out. Bobbi escorted the now lethargic girl down the hall to the bedroom that she and Candy shared and sat the girl down on the bed. Bobbi opened the chest of drawers and pulled out Pam's favorite sleep shirt, the 'Robichaux' tee shirt that Paul had given to her. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 10 Pam let herself be undressed and smiled sleepily up at Bobbi. "I knew this was the right place to come," she yawned. "Baby, this is your home; of course it's the right place to come when you feel like having a good cry, or celebrating, or just 'cause," Bobbi smiled and kissed Pam's forehead. "I love you, Miss Bobbi," Pam mumbled and fell fast asleep. Bobbi walked into her bedroom and looked at a wide-awake Jake. "Jake, go to bed! It's two o'clock in the morning!" Bobbi chided him. "Well, have to get up in three hours for work," Jake mused. "Exactly," Bobbi said and turned off the light. "But since we're already up," Jake said and reached over for his wife's breast. "Uh uh, leave that alone," Bobbi said, but was struggling out of her nightgown. ---- "Pam's all right; Mr. Jake said she just got there," Paul whispered as he slid into bed next to Candy. "Oh, thank God," Candy said and burst into tears of relief. "Pam's okay?" Cindy asked. "Uh huh," Paul said into the darkness. "Mr. Jake said Pam just drove home and Miss Bobbi's talking with her they'll bring her with them when they come up for graduation." "Thank God," Candy said and tugged on Cindy's arm. "Stop it," Cindy giggled and lightly pushed Candy. "Leave me alone." No, Cindy, wait. "Don't leave," Candy begged. "Please, please." She cuddled up against Cindy. "Please don't ever leave me," Candy begged her friend. She put her lips to Cindy's ear. "I'd die without you. Please, promise me," Candy begged. ---- Bill Baggett tried the car door; locked. Another withdrawal pang hit him and he felt like vomiting, felt like crying. The laptop computer bag was visible on the back seat of the car. When the pang subsided, Bill used a small chunk of concrete to smash the window of the car. The alarm went off, but Bill had grabbed the bag and was nearly a block away by the time the car's owner came out of the house to investigate. When Sunny had offered him a line of the meth to snort, Bill hadn't thought twice about it. He and his girlfriend had drunk together and smoked some weed together and it was no big deal. Then some guy came into Club Paradise where Sunny was an exotic dancer and turned her on to the crystal. The thirty two year old woman came home and offered the twenty two year old a line and he'd followed her instructions and snorted it. Less than a week later, Clark International fired Bill Baggett; his behavior had become erratic, disruptive, and at times, quite threatening. There was no room in the construction business for that. Two weeks later, Sunny was terminated from Club Paradise, and two days after that, joined the other prostitutes that stood in front of the nightclub. Bill resorted to stealing; he was no longer welcome at his mother's home, or at his father's home, and Elizabeth hung up every time he tried calling her. "Son, I will pay for you to go to Rehab," Ed said forcefully. "But I will not pay for your habit." "Rehab?" Bill had guffawed. "If I had a problem, that'd be cool, but..." The laptop got him two hundred dollars; two hundred dollars of meth was substantial and Bill happily went down to Club Paradise. Sunny's eyes lit up when she saw the haul and she and Bill went behind the nightclub and Sunny got the syringe out of her purse. ---- Dick Davis smiled sympathetically as he filled out the report. "Yeah, well, shouldn't leave valuables out like that; not when there's so many meth heads running around Bender," Dick reminded the agitated man. "And why is that, huh?" the man accused Dick. "Huh? I pay my taxes, I pay for a police force that's supposed to be out patrolling the streets." "Uh huh," Dick said calmly. "Sir, if there was anything on that laptop, any personal information, you might want to start canceling your credit cards before they get their hands on that information." "O great! Just fucking great!" the man screamed. "Thank you officer," the man's wife smiled flirtatiously at Dick. "Honey, calm down; he's just doing his job. He's not the one that stole your laptop. I tell him all the time he shouldn't be leaving his stuff in the car, never know who'll be coming along." Dick smiled to himself; the woman was at least one hundred pounds overweight and kept flashing Dick peeks of her overly hairy pussy. If he was so inclined, Sherri Lambert was an extremely attractive woman, despite the extra bulk she carried with her, but he was very happily married and made a point of showing the woman his wedding band. She was unperturbed by that and let one of her very large breasts 'accidentally' pop into view through the flimsy robe she wore. "Here you go; your insurance agent should be able to help you out with the rest," Dick said. "Yes, I should," Sherri giggled. "I'm his insurance agent. Here, here's one of my cards, give me a call if you ever have any needs." "Uh huh," Dick smiled sardonically but politely took the card. As if he would ever trade in what he had with Carmen for anyone else, even this woman. Any 'needs' he had, Carmen made sure they were more than taken care of. She also made sure that any 'wants' that he had were satisfied too. Besides that, if he did cheat on his wife, he'd never be able to look at his daughters again. His grandsons. He said a silent prayer to God as he slid behind the wheel of his cruiser that the baby in Elaine's belly be all right, and that it be a girl. He loved Charles the Third, 'Turd' he called him to agitate Elaine, 'Trey' he called him when he was talking to the boy, playing with his endless supply of toys or coloring in the hundreds of coloring books the three-year-old boy had scattered around their house. He absolutely adored the one-year-old Richard; he'd shed tears of joy when Elaine announced that they had named the child after his grandpa. But a baby girl, a granddaughter, that would just make his world, their world complete. He did the math in his head. Ten weeks. It would be another six and a half months before they'd know; Elaine liked to keep the sex of the baby a secret until their birth; she loved the drama, the excitement of keeping them guessing. "No, Sherri," Dick smiled as she crumpled up the business card. "I don't have ANY needs you can take care of." Chapter 93 Candy Broussard's stomach was tied in knots; Cindy had offered to give her sighted guide as they made the procession, but Candy was determined to use her cane, to be independent, self-sufficient. The three Broussard girls waited, fidgeting nervously, waiting for the music to begin so that they could proceed onto the floor of the center. "I'm so sorry," Pam repeated. "Pam, shut up," Candy said, but hugged the girl tightly to let her know that she wasn't mad at her. "I was so worried about you; you can ask Paul, I started crying when Daddy called and said you were all right." Cindy smiled over her shoulder at Celine Ng, but lost her smile when Celine looked away. Numerous calls to Celine's cell phone went unanswered, unreturned. Her own stomach knotted as the music started and everyone hurried to get into the correct line. She heard her parents, heard her dad's voice boom out 'Atta girl, Cindy!" She smiled with relief; Candy was doing fine in the procession. Between her and Pam was Maryann Broussard, but she knew Pam was right behind Maryann. Cassandra Broussard's name was called out and it took Candy a second to remember that Cassandra was her name. "Typical blonde," Cindy teased. "Shut up!" Candy laughed. Cindy smiled happily as she accepted her diploma. Maryann smiled as well. "Pamela Ham Broussard," the Dean announced and Pam happily accepted her diploma. She got a few titters as she happily held the diploma above her head in triumph and heard Mr. Bill's voice call out "Atta girl, Pam!" She'd asked Miss Marie how expensive it would be to legally change her last name and Marie lied and told her it was free. Mr. Jake and Miss Bobbi were real pleased when Pam changed it to Broussard. Later, Pam found out it really cost two hundred dollars, but Marie said she'd known the judge and the judge owed her a favor so he didn't charge her anything. Pan had saved up the two hundred dollars and made a donation to the Hurricane Katrina relief fun in Miss Marie's name. The three girls shrieked out when Celine Ng's name was called out and the three girls shrilled when Paul's name was called out. ---- Elizabeth taped the last box and nodded in satisfaction. This was the last time, the very last time she'd ever live in New Orleans. Even if she was offered a million dollar job in New Orleans, and it was the last job in the world, she would not take it. It had been a beautiful city at one time, but neglect had chipped away at that beauty. Hurricane Katrina had all but finished the job that neglect and apathy had started. And the citizens disgusted her. Sitting around, waiting for someone else to do it, someone else to take care of their city, their neighborhoods, their homes. Incompetent politicians, corrupt politicians had finally sounded the death knell for the city as far as Elizabeth was concerned. Thank you, Tulane University, for the fine education. She made sure the paperwork was out, ready to go. She was taking a week long vacation in Aruba, a graduation present from Dad and Miss Daphne, then she would start work at Young Insurance in Lafayette, Louisiana. Daddy already got her an apartment in Lafayette. Miss Daphne had already furnished it. Both Dad and Miss Daphne were so very proud of her, and Mom was real proud of her too. The three of them, and TeddiAnn, were driving down tonight for the graduation ceremony. "God damn it," she cursed as she saw it. The pillow had accidentally been left out. It had been Missy's pillow. She could no longer smell Missy's scent on the pillow, but still liked to sleep with the pillow on her bed. She wasn't gay; she had no fantasies of making love with any of the several attractive girls in her classes, even though one or two had made advances toward her. She did miss Missy though. "Bull shit," she said aloud. She missed Teddy. Missy had been one of her few remaining links to Teddy; through the baby that grew inside of Missy. She wouldn't admit it, but she also missed having a friend; Missy had been her friend. Missy had been her only friend while she was in New Orleans. She ripped the tape off of a box and stuffed the pillow inside. She wondered if Bill would be coming too. Mike, her oldest brother wouldn't be there; he was in New York, working on a novel with some famous author. John wouldn't be coming either, but did send his love from Iraq. Every time she talked wit Mom or Dad or Miss Daphne, the news about her twin brother got progressively worse. How easily that could have been her. The one time she had tried cocaine, she realized that she could very very easily get hooked. The craving had been tremendous. The guy next door had invited her over; he got a new guitar and couldn't wait to show it off. Over the two and a half years she'd lived in the apartment, his guitar playing had gotten better. She said the appropriate things about the guitar, understanding that a Fender Stratocaster was a nice 'axe,' as Darren called it. He played a few songs, they continued to talk, then he'd pulled out the small bag and they did a few lines together. She was vaguely aware of sucking on his cock, was vaguely aware of the taste of his semen flooding into her mouth, was vaguely aware of his finger jamming into her pussy. "No," she said and pushed him away. "No, I'm not ready for that." She wasn't ready to be unfaithful to Teddy. It was bad enough she'd performed oral sex on the guy, but she wasn't about to let him enter her, possibly impregnating her. She refused to come over the next time Darren invited her, even though she wanted to, want some more of that magic powder. No, it could have very easily been her that had wound up hopelessly addicted to drugs. She breathed a sigh of relief when Darren abruptly moved out one day. ---- Elaine backed into the parking spot in front of Early's grocery store, then hit the locks for the minivan. She got the two boys out, then put Trey into the seat of the buggy, and put Richard and his car seat into the buggy itself. "Hey, how's it going?" she heard the emaciated, balding panhandler ask. "Fine, fine," Elaine said and continued to push the buggy. "Don't you remember me?" Bill asked. "No, can't say I do," she said politely and saw the bum's face darken slightly. "Oh, my God," she said, her stomach lurching. It was Bill Baggett. When she saw the flash of dark anger, she recognized him. It was the classmate that she had dated briefly, the one that had nearly beaten her to death the night of their Sweetheart Dance. Gone, however, was the handsome face, the brooding good looks. In its place was a dirty, smelly, ravaged looking man that looked much older than his twenty-two years. His skin was pale, mottled with scabs. His teeth were looked rotted. His clothes were stained, ripped. "Bill?" she asked. "Bill Baggett?" "Yeah," he said, surly. "Oh my God," she said again. "Yeah, well, real nice seeing you again," he said and started to walk off. "Bill, wait," she called out. "What?" he asked, almost angrily. "You eat today?" Elaine asked. "Um, yeah, yeah," Bill said. "What?" Elaine challenged. "What'd you eat?" "Um, a roast beef po-boy," Bill lied. "Uh huh, come on," Elaine said. "This place has got the best deli in the world; I'll get you a poboy." "Hey, I told you, I already ate," Bill lied again. "But tell you what, let me hold ten and..." "A po-boy, and a quart of milk," Elaine said firmly. "Or nothing at all." Elaine smiled to her sister as Elise worked the cash register. The manager approached, but Elaine quietly told the man that she was buying Bill a po-boy and a quart of milk, and then the vagrant would be on his way and the manager agreed. ---- "Ooh, getting kind of chubby there," Rayne Sneed teased Elaine as the woman stood in front of the deli counter. "What?" Elaine shrieked and Rayne burst into laughter. "I'm just kidding," Rayne said. "Elise is all excited about the baby; couldn't wait to tell me about it. Congratulations! Hope it's a girl." "I will kill you," Elaine threatened but smiled happily. "Please get my friend whatever he wants and a thing of milk, okay?" ---- Paul made one last check through the house to make sure there was nothing left behind. Outside, Candy playfully honked the horn on the box truck. "Damn it," Paul smiled. "Aunt even married yet and she's already bossing me around. "I'm going to miss this place," Cindy quietly told him, walking down the stairs toward him. "Yeah, me too," Paul agreed. Candy honked the horn again. "Horn blows, how about the driver?" Cindy screamed at Candy through the open doorway of the kitchen. "Don't know, ask him, he's right next to you," Candy shrieked with laughter. "I'd bought this place for you and me," Paul said quietly, hugging her to him. "Yeah?" Cindy smiled sadly into his eyes. "Yeah," he smiled down at her. "Paul, oh Paul," she said and burst into tears. "Baby, I love you." "Not too late," he whispered. "I haven't said 'I do' yet." "Yes, yes it is too late," she said into his chest. "Paul, she's so happy; I can't take that away from her." Pam stood in the doorway. She'd come into see what was taking Cindy so long; she got hot sitting out in the Toyota. "He asked you first, didn't he?" Pam asked quietly. "Uh huh," Cindy agreed. "And you gave him up," Pam said. "Uh huh, God damn it Candy! Stop with the horn!" Cindy screamed. "Jeez, sorry," Candy screamed back petulantly. Pam looked at the red head and shook her head in disbelief. "Wow," was all she said, then she went back outside. "Come on, everybody's down at the Pier waiting on us," Cindy finally said. "I know, but it does feel so good, holding you like this," Paul said. "Yeah?" she smiled through her tears. "Yeah," he said, then playfully pinched her buttock. ---- "And then Sissy's going to be all grown up," TeddiAnn prattled on and on to Miss Jamie. "Uh huh," Jamie agreed. "You sure are a smart little girl. How'd you get to be so smart?" "Me and Momma read all the time!" TeddiAnn declared. In the front seat, Daphne playfully commented on Ed's driving, telling him he drove like an old woman. Jamie listened to the striking beauty and smiled as Daphne called her ex-husband 'Big Eddie.' "Hey, I can pull over and let you drive," Ed smiled. "Got enough air back there, Jamie?" "Yeah, we're good," Jamie agreed, then couldn't resist. "Big Eddie." "Oh, shut up," he laughed. Daphne burst into merry peals of laughter as Ed blushed. :Dan it woman," Ed complained to his wife. "See what you started?" ---- Carmen brought the deeds to the courthouse in DeGarde and filed them with the clerk of court. Her nephew had called her and asked her to find him ten to twenty acres of land in either Bender or Kimble. She was slightly surprised at that; she'd expected Paul to move away from Bender now that he was a college graduate. "No ma'am," he laughed. "I got a baby sister and baby brother, and I could never take Cindy or Candy or Pam away from their family either." She'd found a forty-acre plot right across Highway 52, facing his father's car lot. "Of course, I'll understand if you don't want to put up with those neighbors," Carmen had teased Paul. "I'll make do," Paul laughed. "That's perfect; I'll take it." A bank in Monroe, Louisiana had transferred the funds to First Union and Carmen finalized the paperwork and was now filing the deeds. Lot 132-232 would be registered to Paul Robichaux. ---- "What's wrong?" Charlie quietly asked his wife. She looked at him for a long moment then shook her head. "I saw him today," she finally said. "I saw him and he looks terrible and all this time I been wishing he were dead and he just looks worse than that and I feel so guilty; I been wishing all of that on him and he just looks terrible and am I a bad person? Charlie, am I a total bitch?" "If you were a total bitch," Charlie quietly said, touching his wife's hand. "You'd be celebrating, you'd be laughing and gloating, instead of feeling terrible." She grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. "And that's why I love you so much, Charlie," she said. "What, because I'm a good shrink?" he teased. "No, 'cause you make me feel good," she said and kissed his hand softly. "What a surprise," Charlie said and turned the minivan into the long drive to his parents' house. "That's why I love you; you make me feel good." "We're here," Trey announced from his car seat. "Have you told them yet?" Elaine asked. "That you make me feel good?" Charlie asked. "Think they already know that." "No, goof," she laughed and slapped his arm. "About the ..." "No, Lala," he smiled and turned off the ignition. "I figured we'd do that together." ---- Sunny ate the half of the roast beef sandwich with relish. She also drank greedily at the warm milk that Bill had saved for her. "Thank you, Baby," she cooed to him. "Uh huh," he groaned, severely constipated from the drugs and the first solid food he'd had in a long time. Sunny used his distraction to her benefit, fixing herself a hit. Chapter 94 "I think you're crazy," Pam muttered as she drove the Toyota south toward Bender. "Seriously," Cindy asked, dabbing at her eyes. "I do too." "I mean, Cindy!" Pam shrieked. "How could you give him up like that?" "I don't know!" Cindy shrieked back. "But, damn it Pam! Candy needs him!" "But, but," Pam sputtered, then stopped, unable to find any argument with Cindy's logic. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 10 "Pam," Cindy said, resting her hand on Pam's leg. "If YOU were the one that was blind, I'd have told him to marry you." "But Cindy," Pam protested again. "It just don't seem right!" ---- "No, no, once you get this thing into fifth, you can just kind of sit back and cruise," Paul said and groaned as they hit yet another rough patch. He'd packed the computers as carefully as possible, making sure to wrap each one in side heavy quilts, but all the bouncing around the truck was doing had him worried. There was also the glassware; and Pam would kill him if anything happened to those plates she picked up at the antique shop in Minden. "It in fifth now?" Candy asked. "Uh huh," Paul agreed. "Think anyone can see in here?" Candy whispered and brazenly put her hand on his cock. His cock reacted immediately and he groaned and laughed at the same time. "No, Candy, I don't think anyone can see in here; why? What'd you have in mind?" he asked. "I want to try something; I've heard all about this always wanted to do it," Candy said and worked his zipper down. "Oh," Paul groaned as he slid her mouth over the head of his erection. Paul steeled himself for the oral assault. Candy was very good at pleasing him; she used powerful suction along with rapid strokes to bring him to his climax. Instead, she lapped softly, lovingly at his cock head, then slid her mouth further down, enveloping his cock in warm wetness. Her small hand caressed his balls. She did increase the suction as she began to pull her head off of his length, then she relaxed the suction and lowered her head again. "Oh, Baby, what are you doing?" Paul moaned, finding it very hard to concentrate on his driving. "I want it to last; we have at least another two hours of driving ahead of us," Candy laughed. Then she grew serious. "You like it, right? You do like it, what I'm doing huh?" she asked, softly stroking his cock. "I want to make you happy, Paul, I just want you to be happy, I don't ever want to make you unhappy, 'cause I love you." "Yes, Baby, you make me happy," Paul smiled and stroked her back with his hand, then brought his hand back up her back. Again she slowly, languidly sucked on his cock, licking and slurping on his cock as she went down, applying light suction as she came up. "Fuck," Paul grunted, gritting his teeth. Her jaws tired after a few minutes of this, so candy began to resort to her normal tactics and Paul grunted aloud as he loosed stream after stream into her hotly sucking mouth. "That's terrible!" Candy laughed as she put his wilting cock back into his jeans. "What?" Paul laughed along with her. "What do you mean?" "Well, you got off, but what about me?" Candy asked. "Can't really expect you to go down on me, huh?" "No, but I guess I could finger you," Paul suggested. "No, you need to keep both hands on the wheel," Candy smiled teasingly. "Nope, I'll just take care of it myself." Thus saying, she unzipped her jean shorts and worked them down her pudgy thighs, exposing her bald slit to his sidelong glance. "Yeah, Baby," she cooed to him. "Keep your eyes on the road, you hear?" "Uh huh," Paul said and watched as Candy spread her puffy pussy lips apart and began to trace her other hand up and down the slit. "Oh yeah, that's it," Candy sighed. "I like to pretend it's you, or Cindy or Pam doing this to me; that's why I use my left hand." She showed him how she teased her clitoris, brushing lightly against it, then backing off and dipping two fingers back inside of her pussy before working her fingers close to her clitoris again. "Keep that up and I'll have to pull over," Paul warned her. "Not unless you got a condom on you," Candy replied. "It's not a safe time for me." "Fuck!" Paul exclaimed. "Teasing me like that?" "And then I, oh!" Candy said, then shuddered in orgasm. When she could breathe again, Candy pulled her shorts back up her legs and buttoned them again. Then she sucked her fingers clean. "You do want children, huh?" Candy asked. "Yeah, yeah I do," Paul agreed. "What I got is contagious," Candy warned him. "Hereditary," Paul corrected her. "If I was contagious, I'd have already caught it." "Yeah, yeah, that's what I meant," Candy laughed aloud at her own silliness. "Baby, I know what you got is hereditary," Paul said softly. "I know our kids would have a fifty/fifty shot at getting it, but we can't let that stop us from starting a family, right? And like they said at that school you went to, there are adaptive tools they can use to live normal lives." "I love you, Paul," Candy said urgently. "I love you so much." "love you too," Paul agreed. ---- Elizabeth smiled as her parents insisted on several pictures; Daddy was still unsure how to use the expensive camera; most of the pictures would be nothing but blurs. "Good God, Big Eddie," Daphne teased. "Give me the damned ting and go stand with your daughter." "Fine, fine," Ed grumbled but smiled happily as he hugged his daughter to him. "Me too," TeddiAnn insisted on being in nearly every picture with Sissy. "Heard all about this place; they even had something on the, oh, what was that?" Ed said as they sat down in Mother's restaurant. "Travel Channel? Food Network? Supposed to have a killer roast beef poboy." "Don't know," Elizabeth admitted. "McDonald's is about as exotic as I get most of the time." She smiled as TeddiAnn insisted on sitting next to Sissy. The blonde headed girl thought that Elizabeth was her big sister, and Elizabeth wasn't going to take that away from the girl, or from herself. Across the table, her mother and stepmother sat together. While not friends, the two women were friendly to each other. "So, Mom," Elizabeth asked. "Daddy tells me you got a job now?" "Yeah, I'm the secretary down at Davis Real Estate," Jamie smiled. "You know her; she's Elaine Simone's mom." "Oh yeah?" Elizabeth asked. "Yeah, but it's not Simone any more, it's LaPointe," Jamie went on. "She married some doctor; got two kids and just found out there's another one on the way." "Not SOME doctor," Ed smiled as the food arrived. "He's the one that saved her life when she was brought in; he's a Hell of a doctor." "Mom, you even know how to type?" Elizabeth asked, smiling. "Honestly?" Jamie asked. "Not at all, but Carmen's real patient; says my main job is to be there, be a live person that answers the phone when it rings, you know?" "Oh yeah," Ed moaned in appreciation as he sank his teeth into the succulent roast beef sandwich. ---- Paul smiled as he eased the large truck up to the house. Candy quickly got out of the truck and the squealing and screaming started. "Give you a hand; when you got to get this thing back?" Jake asked as he greeted his future son. "Don't," Paul smiled. "Bought it." "Bought it, huh?" Bill Broussard asked as he joined the other two men. "Hey, ever see any good deals on houseboats?" "Not a whole lot of houseboats at police auctions," Paul admitted. "Bought this thing for twelve hundred; it'd been used to smuggle almost two tons of marijuana across the border. Believe it or not, they'd made it all the way to Vicksburg, Mississippi before they got busted." "That what you plan to do?" Jake asked. "Fix up old cars like your old man?" "Not really; probably do it on the side, you know?" Paul said and pulled down a couple of the suitcases. "Plan to do some home building, some remodeling, that kind of thing." "Just want to make sure you'll be able to support my little girl," Jake said and attempted to lift the larger of the two suitcases. "Yeah, hey, congratulations again on that," Bill said and shook Paul's hand. "Thank you sir," Paul smiled and easily lifted the larger suitcase after Jake quit trying. "Damn it, we sent them girls off with just a couple of suitcases," Bill said as he looked at the truck's contents. "Four years," Jake remind him. "They had four years to collect all that crap." "Daddy, it's not crap!" Candy laughed as she tried to pick up her other suitcase. "Uh uh, leave that alone; let your husband get it," Jake said, eliciting a squeal of happiness from his daughter. The two fathers rolled their eyes at each other as Candy squealed. "He's a good boy," Bill said and dragged one of Cindy's suitcases out of the truck. "Uh huh, you can say that; it's not your daughter's being stolen from you," Jake teased. "Daddy, I'm not being stolen from you," Candy said as she hugged her father. "Yeah, she didn't tell you?" Paul came up and grabbed another couple of suitcases. "We're moving in with you." "Bull. Shit!" Jake said and shook his head as Paul laughed. Chapter 95. Pam drove east on Highway 52. She tried to keep positive about the job-hunting, but it was becoming harder and harder. She'd applied at hospitals, schools, and restaurants. She even applied at a few of the hotels that had bars and restaurants, but it seemed that no one was taking her very seriously. She knew her short stature was a big part of that. The other part was the fact that she was female. One restaurant's manager looked real promising; had even showed her around the facility. But when they got back into his office, he had asked her if she liked to fuck. "Yeah, don't hire no waitresses unless they like putting out," he said. "I am not applying for the job of waitress," Pam said frostily. "I am applying for the position of assistant manager, as your ad says." She opened the door to his office and looked back at him. "And yeah, I like to fuck. I LOVE to fuck," she said. " but you'll never find out, douche bag." She pulled into the parking lot of the Kimble Folks' restaurant and said a silent prayer. She knew Cindy was also having trouble finding a job. Candy wasn't even looking for a job. Candy was all wrapped up in getting ready for the wedding. ---- Cindy pasted a smile on her face as the coach went on and on about how female athletes were dominating what was supposed to be a man's world. "I mean, look at you, you're what? Five one, five two?" he sneered. "Five feet even," she admitted. "And probably never even played baseball or..." he went on. "You're right," Cindy admitted. "When I was in high school, I was more interested n sitting on the bleachers and watching all the boys" She dug around in her purse and pulled out a business card. "But when I got to U.L.M., I had a coach, see you're required to take at least twelve hours of physical education, at least twelve hours of athletic activity, and Coach Smith saw me and pulled me aside and started working with me, see, I had these really wide hips and big old back side, but she showed me what exercises I could do to slim them down," Cindy was babbling now. This was the eighteenth interview she'd been on, nineteen if you counted North Side High School in DeGarde. She didn't count it; she didn't even get out of her car. When she pulled into North Side's parking lot, two kids approached her car and tried to sell her some drugs. "And I figure, you probably got some girls just like me, sitting around, not participating in anything and all it would take is for a teacher to take some interest in them...." Cindy trailed off; the man wasn't listening any more. She got to her feet and put the business card on the desk. "I wrote Coach Smith's name and number on the back; give her a call if you want to check my references," Cindy said. "Uh huh," the man said. ---- Paul squinted as he studied the plans; he didn't really need to, he knew the blueprint by heart. He'd told the girls to draw the 'perfect house,' the house that had everything they'd ever wanted in it. Pam had concentrated on the kitchen. Lots of counter space, stove and oven convenient to the refrigerator. Sink looking out onto the back yard. "For when you're washing dishes," she explained. "See the other house, the sink looked out onto the carport. Staring at a car ain't all that fun, but if it looks out onto the back yard, you can watch the birds, the squirrels, look at the flowers." She also insisted on plenty of room for a table and four chairs. "I like it when y'all are in the kitchen while I'm cooking; I don't want to have to scream at y'all, I want y'all right there," she went on. She also designed a large dining room. "We got three moms and dads," she pointed out. Cindy concentrated on the living room. She made sure to include a fireplace and a wet bar. "Every house needs a place where you can relax, unwind," she said. "And, yes, Paul, I know there's the bedroom, but you can't have your mom and dad visit you in the bedroom." She pointed out that there should have a bathroom easily accessible to the living room. "I hate going some place and you ask to use the bathroom and they're all like 'oh yeah, it's down the hall and to the right, then the left then the right and five more miles later take another right and it's right there,'" she complained. "Why can't the bathroom be right there? Right where it's needed? I mean, by the time you find most people's bathroom, it's too late; you've already peed on yourself." "Cindy, when's the last time you peed on yourself?" Paul laughed aloud. "Okay, you know what I mean," Cindy smiled. Candy spent a lot of time on the bathrooms of the house. "You know that big old tub we had?" she whispered to Paul. "I loved that; I really loved being able to squeeze me and Cindy and Pam in there and then sometimes Celine would jump in and we'd try to see how much bubbles we could get." "I was thinking we'd put like a Jacuzzi in the master bathroom," Paul suggested. "Yeah!" Candy laughed. "All them jets? And who needs you?" "Okay, scratch that idea," Paul smiled. She drew out large bathrooms for the master bedroom and for the two guest bedrooms of the house. It seemed to be an unspoken agreement that Pam and Cindy would be living with Mr. And Mrs. Paul Robichaux when they were married. Both Broussard families seemed to understand it as well and shrugged their shoulders at the silliness of the whole situation. "He even bought them tickets for the cruise; who takes the maid of honor and the bride's maid on their honeymoon?" Bobbi laughed. Pam had run into a little trouble getting a passport; her name change left her short of the required documentation required to obtain a passport. Once again, Marie stepped up and took care of it. "Thanks, Miss Marie," Pam squealed and hugged the woman. "Uh uh, I expect plenty of souvenirs," Marie laughed. "Okay," Pam agreed readily enough. ---- Elaine lay on the floor and played trains with Trey. Richard pulled himself up on the coffee table, balanced for a moment, and then smiled triumphantly at his father. "That's a boy!" Charlie praised. "Come on! You can do it." Richard took a halting step; the corrective shoes were new, cumbersome. "Oh, that's my boy!" Charlie laughed as Richard took a couple more steps, felt himself toppling forward and ran the remaining three steps to reach his father. "Very good," Elaine praised. She looked at her watch, the gold Rolex his parents had given to her for Christmas. "Go in at...?" she asked. "Six," he said. "And it's one thirty now," she mused. "Yeah, I see three boys ready for a nap," Charlie hinted. "Uh huh," Elaine smirked and rolled over. At five and a half months, it was noticeable; she was definitely pregnant. Richard went down easily enough, but Trey fussed a bit before the threat of punishment made him lay down and settle down. "Oh yeah," Charlie smiled as he entered the bedroom and saw that Elaine was ready for him. She stretched out on the bed, nude. Her hairless slit was already drooling her excitement. "You want a little of this?" she asked, spreading the lips of her pussy open for his hungry eyes. "Or, a little of this?" she asked, rolling over and wiggling her ample backside. "Oh baby, I just love it when you're pregnant," Charlie laughed and struggled to get out of his clothes. "Uh huh," she laughed and got onto her hands and knees. "And why is that?" "'Cause you want to make love all the time," he said and got on the bed behind her. "Uh!" she grunted and stiffened, her orgasm quite quick as Charlie pushed his erection into her pussy. "Where else did you say I could stick this thing?" Charlie asked as he groped her heavy breasts. "My, uh," Elaine shuddered in another orgasm. "My, oh shit! My, damn it Charlie, stick it up my ass, all right?" He pulled his cock out of her clutching pussy and gripped it by the base. He lined it up to her wrinkled anus and she grunted and drove herself back, impaling herself on his cock. On their wedding night, she cuddled up to him and tearfully admitted that she was not a virgin. "I'm not either," he said and kissed her. "Yeah, I kind of figured that," she said. "It's just that, you wanted to wait until we was married and I'm not no virgin and..." "Baby, I wanted to wait because it's such a special thing," Charlie said quietly. "Sex is sex, but I got a feeling we'll never ever have sex. I got a feeling what we have, what we'll always have will be something so much better than just sex." "Oh!" she gasped. "I lied! I am a, I got one place nobody's ever been!" "Your ear?" Charlie teased. "No!" she laughed and slapped his arm. "No, my butt!" "Ew!" he said, pinching his nose. "You know what comes out of that thing?" "Well, yeah, but..." she said. "Baby, why don't we just make love?" Charlie suggested. "Later, you want to try anal, we'll give it a try." When they did give it a try, she discovered she liked it. A lot. It was dirty, it was nasty, it was disgusting, it was slightly painful, and it was for her husband and her husband only. "Oh God!" he cried out and loosed a stream of semen into her bowels. "Stop, stop, please!" she grunted and tried to reach over her swollen belly to push his hand away from her pussy. "Too much, too much!" She slumped down onto the bed as he finally quit playing with her hypersensitive clitoris. "Be right back," Charlie said and walked into the bathroom. She smiled as he dabbed at her swollen, dribbling anus. "Oh, damn it!" she grunted and shuddered violently as he slipped his still erect cock back into her pussy. "Too much! Too much! Come on, Honey, please!" He laughed and pulled out of her pussy and flopped down on the bed next to her. "You not finished?" she asked when she could breathe again. "What can I say?" he smiled. You turn me on." "Fine, fine," she smiled and took him into her mouth, sucking him down her throat. He was finished in just a few seconds. "Ew!" he teased when she kissed him. "You know where that mouth has been?" "Yes I do, and if you ever want it there again, you better kiss me," she laughed. ---- "Ow!" Candy complained. "Sorry," Bobbi laughed and pulled the offending pin out, then reinserted it more carefully. "Baby, you're going to be a beautiful bride," Jake said from the doorway of the sewing room. "Yeah," Pam agreed. "Pam, your dress is right over there," Bobbi said and nodded with her head toward the blue dress draped over the rack. "Get out, Mr. Jake," Pam ordered as she reached for the dress. "What?" Jake teased. "Think I ain't seen drawers before?" "Unlike boys," Bobbi said and finished basting Candy's dress. "Girls drawers aren't yellow in front, brown in back." "Then how y'all know what side to put on?" Jake asked., but left the room. "Okay, take it off," Bobbie said. "CAREFULLY." Pam shimmied into her dress and stepped up onto the stool in front of Miss Bobbi. "So how'd the job hunting go?" Bobbi asked as she examined the dress. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 10 "Hunting's great," Pam said and looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Finding sucks." "Still no luck, huh?" Candy asked. "No, damn it, and I don't want to just give up and go work at the factory," Pam stomped her foot. "Hold still," Bobbi ordered. "And what is wrong with the factory? Mr. Jake and Mr. Bill both work there, you know." "Same here," Cindy sighed as she entered the room. "There's nothing out there." "Dress's over there," Bobbi said and playfully swatted Pam's backside. "Get out of that. CAREFULLY." "Paul's got it so easy," Cindy said as she shimmied into her dress. "Oh?" Bobbi asked. "How's that?" "He started his own business," Pam said. "All he's got to do is sit around and wait for somebody to come along." Bobbi laughed. "Honey, I'm sure it's a little more complicated than that," Bobbi said and bent to hem Cindy's dress. "Well, yeah, but..." Pam said. "Damn it!" Cindy exclaimed. "Pam, that's it!" "What?" Pam looked at her. "Pam, I'm not finding anything and I've been all over the place!" Cindy said. "And you're not having any luck either, huh?" "Well no, but..." Pam said. "When I applied at that gym in DeGarde, they told me that almost half of their clientele is from Bender and they got a lot of them from Kimble and Flowers too," Cindy said excitedly. "So?" Pam asked. "I don't want to teach aerobics." "No, not aerobics," Cindy said. "But you and I know that half the battle of losing weight and staying in shape is diet; these women will need someone to teach them what to cook and how to cook it!" "Hold still," Bobbi warned. "Oh my God!" Pam shrieked. "I know, right?" Cindy shrieked back. "What about me?" Candy asked, getting excited too. "You told me, at that school in Ruston, they said that the blind in Poland, they either become watch makers, or cane chairs, or become masseuses, right?" Cindy asked, bubbling, nearly bouncing with excitement. "Yeah," Candy agreed. "But how's that..." "Candy, you can go to U.L.D. in DeGarde and take a class in massage therapy," Cindy said. "Hold still!" Bobbi ordered. "Touching a bunch of fat sweaty people?" Candy shuddered. :Oh just wash your hands afterward," Cindy laughed. "You can practice on me," Pam offered. "And me," Cindy laughed. "Uh uh, I'll practice on Paul," Candy said smugly. The three girls squealed at each other. "I give up," Bobbie said and put her pins away. "You'll just have to walk down the aisle looking like that." "I'm sorry, Miss Bobbi," Cindy said and tried to stand still. ---- Paul smiled as Rebecca shyly stuck her head into his bedroom. "Hi beautiful," he said. "What you doing?" "Coming to see you," she said and entered his room. "Yeah?" he asked and picked her up. "And what you want to see me for?" "When you and Miss Candy get married, you going to live in a castle?" Rebecca wanted to know, "A castle?" Paul laughed. "Why would we live in a castle? I'm not a king." "But you're going to live happily ever after, right?" Rebecca asked. It made perfect sense to her. To live happily ever after, you needed a castle. In all her stories, that's how it always went. "And do you live in a castle?" Paul asked her. "No, silly, I'm not getting married," Rebecca chided him. "No, but Mom and Dad are married and they're living happily ever after, right?" Paul asked her and delighted her by tossing her on his bed, making her bounce. "Yeah," she agreed. "Then it's okay if Miss Candy and I live in a regular old house?" Paul asked her. "I can come see you, right?" Rebecca wanted to know. "Absolutely," Paul agreed. "And I bet Jacob will be there too." "He's my boyfriend," Rebecca confided to Paul. Paul smiled and kissed his baby sister. He hoped that Jacob was indeed Rebecca's boyfriend and would learn to love the girl for her sweetness and happiness. She looked a lot like her mother. In his eyes and in the eyes of his father, Marie was beautiful, and Rebecca was beautiful, but in the eyes of others, others may not be able to see the beauty that Bob and Paul saw. "Yeah? He's your boyfriend?" Paul asked her. "You two going to dance at the wedding?" "Yeah!" she giggled. "Good," Paul smiled and sent her back out of his room. His cell phone rang and he smiled; it was Cindy. "Hey," he said quietly. "Hey, Pam and I got this great idea and I want to know what you think and we'll all work there and you'll be part owner too, even if you don't work there, you'll be the handy man and you know, fix up what stuff gets broken and..." Cindy said breathlessly. He made sure to lock the door of his room and unzipped his jeans. They'd gone to Manny's last night. Afterward, they made him drive them out to the work site, to look at the house. The frame was up, the roof was nothing but plywood at this time, but the Particleboard was up. From the outside, it was recognizable as a house. Inside, the unknowing eye would not be able to see the individual rooms, would not be able to see the characteristics of the home. "And this is my kitchen?" Pam asked as she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the room. "Yes, right over here is the sink," Paul said, pointing out the pipes that stuck out of the concrete foundation. "This is my room, right?" Pam asked, looking around. "Right," Paul smiled and listened as Cindy and Candy squealed from the west wing of the house, where the master bedroom and bathroom were. "Anyone see us?" Pam asked, unzipping her jeans. "No, they'd have to be peeking in the window, why?" Paul asked, looking at the ceiling joists. "Cause, I want to break in my kitchen, Pam husked and gripped his cock through his jeans. "Oh, lovely," Candy huffed as she came upon Paul and Pam grunting. "We're not even married yet and he's already cheating on me." "Doesn't count," Pam groaned aloud. "What?" Candy laughed uproariously. "Doesn't count? Why not?" "'Cause he's in my ass, not my pussy; can't get me pregnant like that," Pam explained. Pam, you're a mess," Cindy laughed and hugged Candy tightly. "And you, you got room to talk." "What?" Candy protested. "Who was just licking who in the bedroom back there?" Cindy asked and kissed Candy, tasting herself on Candy's tongue. "Aw damn," Paul groaned and shot a heavy stream of his semen into Pam's tight ass. "Ow, ow, ow!" Pam complained as Paul jerked roughly. He stroked himself as he listened to Cindy's excited babble, then Pam's equally excited babble, and then his fiancé's babble. "Well, yeah, we got forty acres; I was planning on dividing it up, doing a few sec houses, you know, but it's already zoned for residential and commercial, so, yeah, putting a gym right there at the corner of nineteen and fifty two would be easy," Paul agreed. "And I'm going to be giving massages," Candy went on. "Sounds good to me," Paul agreed. "No 'Happy Endings' to them customers, you hear?" "Rehearsal dinner's next Friday," Candy reminded him. "Yeah, yeah, Hashim's already complaining about it," Paul laughed. "You remember to invite Brother Dominick?" "Oh!" Candy gasped. "Love you, talk with you later!" He tucked his semi-erect cock back into his jeans. ---- Elizabeth looked around the apartment. Daphne's taste was beautiful, feminine. The floral patterns were light, airy, really , really brightening up an otherwise drab apartment. But she didn't feel bright or beautiful. Work was okay, tedious actually. The new car she'd bought was also nice. But she felt oddly empty inside. She was lonely. There was a swimming pool in the complex and she'd put on her bikini and swam around for a while, chatted with the other residents that either swam, or just dangled their legs in the overly chlorinated water. But that had proved fruitless. No one there piqued her interest. Other than some old guy that had swum a few vigorous laps, rested for a few minutes, then swam very vigorously again. When he took another breather, she said hello and Gordon chatted with her. Up close, she could see that Gordon Ziegler was older, at least thirty, possibly thirty five years old. He was polite, even charming, but didn't dawdle. He was out there to do his cardiovascular exercises. He swam vigorously again, then got out of the pool. "Ever want a cup of coffee, or an iced tea, I'm in apartment two twelve," he smiled and got out of the pool. "He makes some strong, kick ass coffee," a bald headed guy agreed. "It's strong, if you're from Lansing," Gordon teased. "Yeah, well, up in Lansing we don't normally drink coffee thick enough to paint the walls with," Mike laughed. "Just don't expect any alcohol," Gordon said. "I don't drink and don't see any reason to supply anyone else with it." "Just 'cause YOU don't drink, don't mean you got to have such a big stick up your ass about it," Terri, an older blonde that was wearing a swimsuit designed for a much younger woman, a woman without stretch marks or sags, said with as much venom as she could. "He's really one of the nicest guys I've ever met," Mike said to Elizabeth as she gathered up her stuff and prepared to return to her apartment. "Don't listen to Terri; she's just a bitch 'cause it didn't work out between them." "I'm thirsty, A coffee sounds pretty damned good to me," she decided and grabbed her purse. "Hey!" he smiled as he opened his door. "Just got back from work, want some coffee?" "Work?" Elizabeth asked. "What you do?" She looked around the apartment. The furniture was heavy, masculine. And the apartment was neat, clean. It also smelled nice; it was not a 'bachelor pad.' "Computers," he said and poured two mugs of coffee. "What you take in yours?" "Cream and sugar," she said and watched as he fixed one cup and slid it toward her. "Try this, see if it's right," he smiled, then fixed his own cup, just putting cream in his. "Used to drink it black, but when I quit smoking, my taste buds changed." "Perfect," Elizabeth smiled. "Now, what do you do with computers?" "I assemble them, load software, do some repairs," he smiled and sipped his own coffee. "Want to sit down?" "Sure," she agreed and sat on the couch. "Oh, hey, what kind of music you like?" Gordon asked. "Just about anything, really," Elizabeth answered, thinking about Darren, her loud next-door neighbor. Gordon pressed a remote control device and Elizabeth smiled widely as The Go-Go's started playing 'Head Over Heels.' "How's that?" Gordon asked. "Perfect," Elizabeth answered. "And what about you?" Gordon asked. "What do you do?" "Stare at a computer screen all day, try to make sense out of insurance policies," Elizabeth answered and dug out one of her business cards and held it out to him. "Bet you see all kinds of fun stuff," Gordon said dryly. He found a business card and of his own and gave it to Elizabeth. She read it; it was a store just a few blocks away. She had driven past it a couple of times, knew exactly where it was. "Not really," Elizabeth admitted. "I mean, I've only been there a couple of months now, but... Oh, did have one the other day! Woman got drunk, got a huge tattoo on her butt, and now wants us to pay to have it removed. So far, that's the only interesting one I've seen." "Yeah, been thinking about getting a tattoo on my butt that says 'if you can read this, you're too close,'" Gordon said. "In Braille." Elizabeth sat and thought about it for a second, then burst out laughing. "Cute, cute," she agreed and put the card into her wallet. There was a knock at the door and Gordon smiled and got to his feet. When he opened the door, Mike came in. He seemed very surprised to see Elizabeth sitting there. She smiled in greeting. "I suppose you're here for your daily shot of caffeine?" Gordon asked as he strode to the kitchen. "Yeah, yeah, but I can see you're busy," Mike stammered. ""Not really," Gordon said, pouring a mug of coffee for his friend. "Just chatting." "Dude, let me tell you," Mike said, smiling at Elizabeth. "You got this gorgeous creature sitting in your living room and you're just chatting? Dude, you're a homo!" "Uh huh," Elizabeth smirked. "Shut up," Gordon shook his head. "Don't listen to him; Mike thinks it's impossible for a man and a woman to talk for ten minutes without jumping into bed." "Oh yeah?" Elizabeth smiled. "Well, we've been talking now for what? Eleven minutes, right?" "Way overdue; I better get out of the way," Mike said. "But I guarantee you, if you were wearing a Catholic schoolgirl uniform..." "Shut up!" Gordon demanded. To Elizabeth, he confided, "I went to Saint Thomas Aquinas, In Bender, that's why Mike's picking on me about Catholic School girl uniforms." "No way!" Elizabeth shrieked. "Me too! That's where I graduated! Class of Oh Two; what about you?" "Class of Eighty," Gordon said and smiled. Elizabeth did the math in her head, then looked at him. "You're over forty years old?" Elizabeth asked, shocked. He didn't look as if he could be over forty years old. His hair was a dark brown, as was his mustache. There was not a hint of gray in his hair, nor on the hair on his chest, which she'd seen as he swam. His face bore no wrinkles either. His face was square, strong, masculine, youthful looking. The hair could be dyed, although she didn't think so, but the lack of wrinkles or crow's feet could not be easily manufactured. "See? See?" Mike teased Gordon. "She thought you were in your seventies or eighties." "You're such an ass hole," Gordon laughed and drained his coffee cup. "Yep, afraid so; I'm forty four, well, will be in a couple of weeks." "No, no, I thought you were like, thirty, maybe thirty five," Elizabeth stammered. "Nope, I'm old, probably old enough to be your daddy," Gordon smiled. Chapter 96 "Now?" Rebecca asked Miss Candy again. "No, no, Rebecca, when the music starts," Candy smiled down at the flower girl. "But when are we going to have the cake?" Rebecca whined. "Afterward," Cindy smiled down at the girl. "We have to go up and get married, then everyone's going to the hall, and we're going to eat a bunch of good food and then we can have cake." "We got to do ALL that?" Rebecca asked, dismayed. "Yeah, but it will be totally worth it," Pam assured the girl. "I made the best cake ever!" "We ready?" Jake asked, then burst into tears again. "Your daddy's like the biggest cry-baby in the world," Cindy teased. "Yeah?" Candy asked. "Seen your daddy lately?" "The big old puddle sitting out there?" Cindy smiled. "Yeah, I seen him." "Okay, now," Candy told Rebecca as the music began to swell. ---- TeddiAnn crowed with delight as Sissy poked her head into her bedroom. "You came!" TeddiAnn enthused. "I told you I would, silly," Elizabeth smiled happily and retied TeddiAnn's shoe. "You ready?" "Yep," TeddiAnn said. "Okay, here's juice, and some animal crackers, and some clean clothes," Daphne said as she packed a large cloth bag. "Daphne, we're going to the zoo, not Africa," Elizabeth smiled. "Well would you rather have it and not need it or need it and not have it?" Daphne huffed. "You're right," Elizabeth smiled. As she was sticking TeddiAnn's car seat into the rear of her car, she smiled over her shoulder at the tall red head. "So, what are you and Dad going to be doing?" she asked. "Making some real noise," Daphne whispered and laughed out loud at Elizabeth's blush. "Well, I asked," Elizabeth agreed. "By, you be a good girl for Sissy," Daphne said and kissed TeddiAnn. "Bye Momma, I love you," TeddiAnn said as Elizabeth buckled the girl in securely. Elizabeth felt a small flash of resentment; TeddiAnn should be calling her Momma, not Daphne. "Just a quick stop," Elizabeth told the girl as she pulled up at the church. There were several cars in the parking lot, including a limousine. "Someone's getting married," she said aloud. "Here comes the bride, here comes the bride," TeddiAnn sang out loud. His grave was neat; someone had been tending to it. Probably Matt, Teddy's older brother, the one he loved the most. "I love you," Elizabeth whispered to the headstone. "Baby, I love you; I miss you so much." She held onto TeddiAnn's hand tightly. She wanted to tell the girl, wanted to tell her, 'Here's your father, here's your real Daddy,' but knew it would do no good, would serve no purpose. It would only confuse the girl. "Okay, let's go," Elizabeth smiled and picked up Teddy's Daughter. ---- Elaine leaned happily against Charlie. She loved weddings, loved reliving her own wedding to Charlie. Her 'cousin,' he became her cousin when Mom married Dick Davis looked very handsome in his tuxedo. Candy looked lovely in her white wedding dress. "Thinking about ours, huh?" Charlie asked. "Uh huh," she admitted. "Had a few less kids at ours," he mused and jiggled a slightly fussy Richard. "Yep," she said and handed Trey another animal cracker. More of the cracker wound up on the child's clothing than in his mouth. "I do," Paul said quietly. "And do you, Candy, take Paul..." Father Gregory repeated. ---- Her skin was cold. Her face looked so peaceful as she lay next to him. "Baby, I love you," Bill said and kissed her lips softly, then burst into tears. Deputy Orville Jackson sighed as they waited for the Medical Examiner to arrive from DeGarde to tell them what they already knew. Beverly 'Sunny' LaCombe was dead, possible drug overdose, judging from the syringe that lay on the bed next to the ravaged looking corpse. Finally, the car pulled up in front of the motel. The obese man waddled up the flight of stairs, sweating profusely from the exertion. The distaste was evident on his face as he looked around at the surroundings, then examined the corpse, filled out the paperwork, then nodded to the two paramedics that stood around. They loaded Sonny's body onto the gurney, then left the room. "What now?" Bill asked Deputy Jackson. "Um, you got friends, family?" Deputy Jackson asked him. Bill hung his head in shame. ---- TeddiAnn squealed in delight as the goat drank greedily from the baby bottle. Elizabeth smiled at the girl's happiness. "Your daughter's lovely," a woman smiled as her own child waited her turn. "Thanks, but she's my... She's my sister," Elizabeth smiled proudly. "Mary had a little lamb," TeddiAnn recited as they petted the sheep. "His fleece was pink and orange and purple and blue, right?" Elizabeth asked. "No!" TeddiAnn exclaimed. "His fleece was white as snow!" "Oh!" Elizabeth said. "Are you sure?" "Yes I'm sure!" TeddiAnn emphasized. "When we get home, I make Momma read it to you, okay?" ---- "Daddy, stop please," Candy hissed as Jake sobbed. "We're supposed to be dancing!" "Your father," Bobbi shook her head as she and Paul danced together. "Uh huh, I think I see a few tears in your eyes there," Paul reminded her. "Well that's different!" Bobbi laughed. "I'm a girl; it's okay if I cry." Pam and Cindy seemed to be in a race to see who could get the drunkest the fastest. Rebecca dragged a less than enthusiastic Jacob onto the dance floor. "You're my boyfriend, that means you have to dance with me," she ordered. Bob Robichaux took a few pictures of the flower girl and ring bearer, as did Bill Broussard. "My turn," Marie demanded of Paul as another song came on. "I promise, I won't cry as much as Jake," Bob smiled at his new daughter. "Like anyone could?" she laughed and hugged him tightly. Pam almost fell over as she helped herself to another plate of Hashim's lamb curry. For some reason, Cindy found this hilarious and gave herself a coughing fit as she laughed. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 10 ---- His backpack held their worldly possessions. A few stained clothes, her dilapidated purse, a pair of shoes of hers and a bible. As he was leaving his mother's house, she had handed him a bible. He didn't know why he still had the bible with him; he'd never opened it once. Bill Baggett looked at the house, his mother's house. He had lived there for twenty-one years of his life. He had been happy there, for a short time, he had been happy there. His mother's car was in the driveway. He started to walk up the driveway toward the door, but something pulled him back and he began to walk down the street again. A few more blocks and he came to Highway 19. He turned south and trudged slowly toward his father's condominium. "And Sissy says his fleece is pink and purple!" TeddiAnn said, exasperated. "That's not right?" Ed asked. "No!" TeddiAnn yelled. "Let's look it up," Daphne suggested and pulled out the book of nursery rhymes. "Wonder who that is?" Ed asked as the doorbell chimed. Elizabeth sat there, looking incredibly beautiful. She'd let her dark curls grow out, framing her round face and dark eyes. She also looked like she'd put on a few pounds and those few pounds looked great on her. Her breasts were larger than he remembered, as were her hips. The look of disgust on her face cut into him and he looked away in embarrassment. "Dad, sunny's dead," Bill said, choking back a sob. "Sunny, who the hell is Sunny?" Ed asked. "My girlfriend!" Bill said, hurt. "Oh Jesus, I'm sorry," Ed said sincerely. "Dad, I need, you remember you said one time, you'd pay for a treatment center?" Bill rambled. "Uh huh," Ed said, on guard. "I'm ready," Bill said and started crying, long, loud sobs. "Honey, I'll be back as soon as I can," Ed said and grabbed his car keys. ---- Paul very easily picked up his bride and carried her across the threshold of the new house. "I love you," she whispered into his ear. "Love you too," he whispered back and continued to walk with her. "Baby, you can put me down now," she laughed. "I will," he said and carried her to the bedroom. "Oh, you put up the old bed!" she cried out as he laid her down on it. "Uh huh," Paul smiled and unknotted his tie. "Something's wrong," she said as she felt around on the bed. "What?" Paul asked, confused. "No Cindy and Pam," she laughed. "Oh, well, we can go get them," Paul suggested as she kicked his patent leather shoes off. "Nah, not tonight," Candy laughed as she tried valiantly to reach the zipper of her gown. Paul sat down on the bed behind his ride and slid the zipper down. "Oh!" Candy gasped as she felt his mouth touch her bare skin. "Oh!" she moaned as he bit down on her shoulder and eased her bra straps off of her shoulders. "Oh!" she moaned as he unhooked the bra and continued to ease her dress down. "No condoms tonight," she whispered as he pulled the dress off of her. "We're married now; we can take that chance." "Yes ma'am," he said as he pulled her white thong panties over her hips. ----Cindy and Pam lay on Candy's old bed in Candy's old bedroom and snored loudly. The bridal bouquet lay on the desk; Cindy had snagged it as Candy tossed it. Their shoes were on the floor, but both still wore their bride's maid's dresses. "Where?" Bill Broussard had asked Bobbi as he pulled the drunken Pam out of the rear of his car. "Here, I guess," Bobbi shrugged and opened the front door of the house. "Might as well put Cindy in there too; I'll deal with their hangovers tomorrow." "Thank you!" Bill said excitedly. Emily had drunk just enough champagne to make herself quite frisky. She had coyly suggested to Bill that she felt like taking a bubble bath tonight. With Cindy out of the house, they could make a little bit of noise. Jake looked in at the two girls, shook his head, and then shut the door again. "So, when do I crank up my old Glen Campbell records?" he asked Bobbi. "Never," she laughed. "I didn't get drunk and make a fool out of myself; why are you punishing me?" "Hey!" he protested. "Glen Campbell's some good stuff!" Chapter 97 Elizabeth looked up and realized it was eleven forty nine, almost time for lunch. On Monday, the plate lunch special was red beans and rice and sausage. She loved the food, just didn't love the side effects. Red beans gave her gas, horrible, eye watering gas. She did have a lean cuisine in the freezer in the lunchroom, but she wasn't really in the mood for that. Or she could drive home for lunch but knew there wasn't much at home either, a few cans of soup and some stale, probably molded bread. "I might be a little late getting back," she told Brenda, the receptionist as she walked to the door of the office. "Uh huh," Brenda replied, not really caring. She pulled up to the small office on Bertrand Drive and entered the small lobby. "Help you?" the middle aged woman asked, after she'd given Elizabeth an appraising look. "Yeah, Gordon here?" Elizabeth asked. "Oh, you his daughter?" the woman asked. "What?" Elizabeth asked,. "No, no, I'm a neighbor of his; Elizabeth Baggett." "Wait here," the woman said and Disappeared behind a steel door. Elizabeth looked at the display model while she waited. The price tag made her screw up her face and she touched the keyboard lightly. She stepped back in alarm as the computer began talking rapidly. The middle-aged woman laughed at Elizabeth's stunned expression. "Jaws," the woman explained. "It's a screen reading program for the blind and visually impaired." "Oh!" Elizabeth said and listened more carefully. The speech was indecipherable to her. "You understand any of that?" Elizabeth asked. "Yeah, you hear it enough times, you begin to make sense out of it," the woman smiled. "The majority of our customers are blind. Gordon's laptop is twice as fast as that; sounds like a machine gun to me." Gordon came through the door, confused look on his face. "Oh, hey!" he said, surprised to see her there. "Hey," Elizabeth said cheerfully. "Was in the neighborhood; there's a deli right down the street, saw the office here and thought I'd see if you'd like to go to lunch or something." "Oh!" Gordon said, brightening. "When Linda said there was some girl to see me...?" "I told you, Elizabeth Baggett's here for you," the woman said curtly. "Yeah, she told you Elizabeth Baggett's here to see you," Elizabeth said playfully as she tugged him toward the door. "How many Elizabeth Baggetts you know?" "Fifty or sixty," Gordon said but allowed him to be dragged to the door. ---- Candy insisted on using her cane as they strolled the deck of the cruise ship, but Paul or Cindy or Pam was always right next to her. "oh!" Candy and Cindy and Pam squealed in surprise as the ship's horn gave out a great blast. "So what time is lunch?" Pam asked Paul. "Lunch!" Paul laughed. "Pam! We just finished breakfast what, ten minutes ago?" "Nuh uh, it's been at least an hour!" Pam argued. "Come on," Cindy laughed. Let's try out that pool." "I can't help it if I'm always hungry," Pam grumbled as Cindy dragged her to the in-deck pool. "Not a whole lot of newlyweds take their sisters with them on their honeymoon," a middle aged man commented to Paul. "Yeah, well, really didn't want to be without them," Paul shrugged as he looked out across the ocean. He turned to Candy. "There's nothing but blue water as far as the eye can see," he told her and she smiled. "I mean I'm looking out and that's all I, oh, wait, I see another ship, but he's way, way out there." "It as big as this one?" Candy asked and listened as Paul described the ship to her. The middle-aged man eavesdropped for a moment as Paul talked to Candy and patted Paul on the arm before walking away. ---- Bill vomited heartily; why did they insist that he eat at every meal? He told them he wasn't hungry, he told them it made him sick, but still they insisted on making him sit with everyone else, making him eat. "Group," Kenny, his roommate said from the doorway. "I'm sick!" Bill yelled at Kenny. "They said tough, get your ass to Group; they'd put a mop bucket in there if you need it," Kenny shrugged. A few minutes after Kenny left, a burly orderly came and walked Bill down to the Group meeting room. "And?" the counselor shrugged when Bill complained about being sick. "Never stopped you from getting fucked up, did it? Never stopped you from getting high, or getting drunk, or looking for ways to score, did it?" ---- Daphne stopped by Jake's station and smiled warmly at the man. "And how was the wedding?" she asked. "Oh don't get him started!" Bill Broussard called out. "I swear, he starts crying again, he's walking home!" "It was beautiful," Jake smiled, the tears beginning to form in his eyes. "They're off on their honeymoon right now, cruise to the Bahamas." "The Bahamas!" Daphne said. "Oh, I'd love to go there!" "I'd love to take you," one of the men on the line offered. Daphne did not even acknowledge the man's comment, just chatted for a few more minutes with Jake about his daughter's wedding, then continued on toward the large office she and her husband shared. "Yeah, like she'd ever leave Big Eddie for you," Bill sneered at the younger man. "Hey, can't blame a guy for trying, huh?" the kid said. "Shit, boy," Brian called out. "Woman like that'd kill you!" "Die happy!" the kid called back. "How's it going?" Daphne asked quietly. "He's sick, throwing up a lot, but they said that's normal," Ed said. He looked at his wife as she settled down at her desk. "But you know what?" he mused. "Last night was the first time in a long time I was able to sleep the whole night through." "Worrying about your baby will do that," Daphne agreed. "Uh huh," Ed said. "I ever tell you I love you?" "Been at least ten minutes," Daphne said and pulled up the inventory roster. ---- "Mommy's going to have a baby," Trey announced to his grandmother as she looked up from her listings. "I know!" Carmen said. "She told me all about it!" "Hi Mom," Elaine said as she lugged Richard into her mother's office. "What's up?" Carmen asked. "Nothing," Elaine said and eased herself into a chair. "Charlie's sleeping; he had to work a double so I thought I'd give him some peace and quiet." "By disrupting mine?" Carmen teased. "Uh huh," Elaine smiled. "You mind?" "Not at all," Carmen agreed. "Uh uh, Trey, get out of that! You need to ask Mommy if you can have one of those!" "Go ahead, ONE," Elaine agreed as Trey dug out a bite sized candy bar from the jar Grandma kept on her desk. ---- Pam looked expectantly at Paul s they paused in front of the door to the suite. "Um, hey uh Pam, I'm, this is our honeymoon," Paul stammered as he unlocked the door. "Go ahead," Candy said and pushed the small girl into the small suite. "You sure?" Paul asked Candy. "Oh come on, Paul, it's not like we were going to stop just because we're married!" Candy laughed. "Cindy!" she screamed out loud. "What?" Cindy screamed in reply, right next to her. "Oh, there you are!" Candy laughed, and pushed Cindy into the suite. "Come on Paul, quit dawdling around in the hallway!" Paul shrugged his shoulders and entered the suite. Both Pam and Cindy were already out of the bikinis and Cindy was kneeling between Pam's splayed legs, licking and sucking at Pam's furry slit. Candy struggled with the knot at the back of her own bikini and sighed happily as Paul deftly untied it. Paul eased his swim trunks down over his erection and walked on his knees across the bed toward Pam and Cindy. He pushed his cock against Pam's lips and she opened her mouth and began to suck hungrily on it. Candy knelt behind Cindy's haunches and began to lap at Cindy's drooling slit from behind. ---- Elizabeth looked around before stepping out of her apartment. She locked the door behind her then walked rapidly to the stairs. She looked around again then traipsed up the stairs and knocked on Gordon's door. She cautioned herself to avoid knocking as if there was a fire, but it still sounded somewhat frantic to her ears. "Hi," she smiled as he answered the door. "It's me." "I um, I can see that," he stammered and let her in. Mike was pouring himself a cup of coffee, looked at Elizabeth and poured his coffee into the sink. "Oh shoot!" he said. "Look at the time, got to go, see you later bye." Elizabeth smiled as Gordon swallowed nervously several times, making his adam's apple bob up and down. "So, what exactly do you like about Catholic Schoolgirl uniforms?" she asked. "I uh, well um I like the..." he stammered. "Is it the short skirt?" she teased, twirling around so that the skirt flared out slightly. "Uh, yeah, that's one thing," he said. "Or is it the nice starched white blouse?" she asked. "I always wondered about that; seemed to me the cotton was pretty thin in them." "Uh yeah, I always liked that, liked them too," Gordon mumbled, clearing his throat. "I mean, in the right light, you could tell if a girl was wearing a bra or not; can you tell I'm not wearing a bra?" Elizabeth said, unbuttoning one of the buttons. "I uh, I'm not sure," he said. "Might have to get a little closer," she suggested and walked toward him. "Oh yeah, yeah, can tell now," he said, seeing her dark nipples through the thin material. "Or is it the white cotton panties they always made us wear with them?" she asked and kissed him hungrily. "Uh huh," he husked and squeezed her tightly to him. "Oops," she whispered in his ear. "I'm not wearing any." The layout of the apartment was the same as her own so she knew which door led to the bathroom and which one led to the bedroom. "I hope you have condoms," she said as she pulled him toward his bed. "Top drawer," he said and began to undress himself. ""No, no, leave the shoes and socks on," he groaned. She squealed in surprise as his semen jetted out and splattered onto her blouse. "Oh!" he gasped, horrified. "Elizabeth, I am so sorry!" "About what?" she laughed and unzipped her skirt. He lightly pushed her onto his bed and crawled up between her legs. They struggled briefly, but Elizabeth won out and wormed around to take his cock into her mouth. He groaned as she managed to swallow him down her throat and yelped as she began to hum around his shaft. "Mmph!" she screamed as best she could when he lightly bit down on her clitoris. He licked and sucked at her heavy pussy lips then attacked her clitoris again. "Put a condom on," she weakly ordered and he did so. There was a business card stuck in the door of her apartment when she returned and she saw Mike's name and 'Call me' scrawled on it. "Listen, hey, I uh, I know this is none of my business," Mike stammered when she did call him. "But listen, Gordon's one of the nicest, he's my best friend and I hate just standing by and watching him get hurt and if you're just playing games you need to be honest and up front about it and..." "I'm not playing games," Elizabeth quietly interrupted him. "Believe me, last thing I want to do is hurt him." "Okay," Mike said. "It's just that, I've seen it happen too many times before; you know Terri, that little stuck up bitch? In two oh nine? The one that likes to run around in that red thong? She dragged him around for about a month then just shit all over him!" "I'm not Terri," Elizabeth reminded him. "Look Mike, I'm still getting over my boyfriend dying; last thing I want to do is hurt anyone." "Oh Jesus, sorry, how'd he die?" Mike said. "Forget it, none of my business." "Burned to death, factory fire," Elizabeth said. "Four years ago, still hurts like you wouldn't believe." "Elizabeth Fucking Baggett," Mike almost laughed. "Ed Baggett's daughter!" "Yes," Elizabeth agreed, waiting. "I was one of the paramedics!" Mike said. "I was there the night it happened!" "Oh," Elizabeth said quietly. "Okay, you pass," Mike laughed, relieved. "Yeah, you can hang out with Gordon." "Well, glad I pass inspection," Elizabeth said quietly and hung up. ---- "Damn, Pam!" Paul laughed as she waved their waiter over for more of the dessert. "What?" Pam protested. "I'm hungry!" ""Yes ma'am, it's the sea air," the waiter politely agreed and brought the diminutive girl some more of the soufflé. "Makes some people very hungry. Do you wish for another drink?" "See?" Pam stuck her tongue out at him. "Makes some people horny," Candy whispered in his ear, rubbing his leg underneath the table. "Well, then we're moving to the sea," Paul smiled and kissed her. "Yeah?" she asked and kissed him. "Yeah, I like a horny wife," Paul said. "You're not really that hungry, are you?" Cindy asked quietly. Pam looked at Cindy for a long moment, then shook her head no. "No, but I can't stand it!" she hissed, hot tears springing out. "Sitting by, watching them!" "I know," Cindy offered. Hey, where's she..." Paul asked as Pam jumped up from the table and ran out of the dining room. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it," Cindy said and got to her feet. ---- Elizabeth knelt by the side of her bed and tried to pray. Nothing was coming, though. Finally she sighed. "Teddy, I'm sorry," she said aloud. "I'm lonely, I'm horny, and if it had been me that died, you'd already be long gone." ---- "And we'll be arriving in New Orleans at three; how long it takes to get home?" Pam asked. "Two hours, three if there's a lot of traffic," Paul said. He handed out the ice cream cones then took his seat next to Candy. Pam got up, then sat down on the other side of him. He smiled down at her and she looked up into his blue eyes. "New Orleans? Then Baton Rouge? I think we can count on lots of traffic," Cindy mused aloud. "I'll drive," Candy offered. "Oh no you won't!" Pam shrilled. "Now, when we get home, you want to go home, or...?" Paul let the question hang. "I want to go home," Pam said and clutched his arm tightly. "I want to go home with you, and Candy and Cindy." "That's what I wanted to hear," he admitted and kissed her softly. "Thank you," she whispered to him and leaned her head against his arm. The announcement for their flight was called and the flight attendant at the gate made the announcement that if there was anyone with special needs, they could board first. Candy yanked Paul back down into his seat. "I don't have special needs," she said. "I have you, and I have Cindy, and I have Pam, and even if I didn't have y'all, I got my cane right here." "Okay," he shrugged. "Now, anyone need to go to the bathroom, y'all will want to do that before we get on the plane." "Why?" Pam asked. "'Cause, the cabin pressure, if you got to pee, it will cause you to swell up and you'll pop," he said with a straight face. The three girls sat and mulled that over. Finally Pam slapped his arm. "That's not true!" she shrilled. "You made that up!" "Took you long enough," Paul laughed. "I swear, we have kids, they are going to be so screwed up thanks to you," Candy laughed and also slapped his arm. "You want kids?" Pam asked him. "Lots of them," he said. "No, I mean, not just you and Candy," she asked. "I want lots of them," he repeated. "She shivered in delight. ---- "Well, Bill, it must really be difficult for you," the counselor said, no expression on her face. "What?" What you mean?" Bill asked. "Well, no one here's impressed with who your daddy is, no one gives a hoot about your education, or your potential, or anything. You're just another junkie, just another addict, just another punk," she said and smiled slightly as he scowled at her. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 11 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 101 Paul patted Barbara's back gently until the infant fell back to sleep; tummy full and diaper dry. Paulie was still asleep; the two year old toddler would probably sleep until Aunt Pam came to get him for his breakfast. Candy was also still asleep; it was only four thirty in the morning. Quietly, he left the bedroom he and Candy and their two children shared. He closed the door and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. He could see Cindy standing at the sink, staring out the large window at the disappearing moon. She sipped her coffee and rocked ands swiveled slowly to some unheard melody. "Hey, Beautiful," Paul whispered, putting his hands on her wide hips. Even after a few years of exercise and diet, Cindy still had the wide hips of her adolescence. This in turn gave her a full backside and slightly thick thighs. This, along with her flat tummy and nearly flat chest, her long red hair and deep brown eyes, made her the most beautiful woman Paul knew. He pulled her long red hair away from her ear and lightly bit down on her ear. "Oh, God, Paul," she hissed. "You know what that does to me." "Mm hmm, why you think I do it?" he asked her and turned her around. She smiled up at him and he smiled in return. Teasingly, he began to pull her around the large kitchen, dancing to the unheard melody she'd been rocking and swaying to earlier. "Goof ball, what are you doing?" she laughed as he twirled her around the room. "Dancing, I thought," he smiled. "Gee, I must be whiter than I thought if you have to ask." It felt good to be in his strong, loving arms. It was almost as if her daddy was holding her again, telling her she was his little princess, his second most favorite woman in the whole world. She let a few tears slide down her cheeks as she thought of her daddy. (Bill Broussard had suffered a massive heart attack on the job three months earlier. He and Jake Broussard had just finished pulling the steel framing for queen sized box spring when Bill gasped, groaned, and fell to the floor. Jake Broussard, Bill's friend and next door neighbor for twenty years, ran around the large table and immediately began CPR on Bill. He kept it up until the ambulance got there, nearly twenty minutes later, but Bill was dead. "I tried, baby, I tried so hard," Jake sobbed to his wife, Bobbi. "Shh, shh, Baby, I know you did; Bill knows you did, we all knows you did," Bobbi soothed.) "Wait, wait, here comes the dip," Paul warned. Cindy prepared to be dipped backward, but instead, Paul bent backward. "You are so silly," she laughed and pulled him upright again. They stopped dancing and looked into each other's eyes for a long moment. Slowly, he bent forward; he was six feet, two inches and Cindy was only five feet tall. Their lips met and Cindy groaned. They kissed hungrily and Paul eased the robe off of her shoulders. "Yes," she hissed as his lips traveled to her sensitive throat. It had been so long, just over three months since she'd had any sexual contact, any sexual release, other than masturbation. "Celine," she thought. "That fucking bitch..." At her father's funeral, with her mother sobbing inconsolably, Celine had decided to try and 'out' them, announce to everyone that she and Cindy were lovers. "What are you doing?" Cindy had hissed, pulling Celine out of the viewing room by her long black hair. "I just wanted to give your mother some good news, something she could hold onto for comfort," Celine had stammered. "By telling her that her only child is gay?" Cindy had gasped. "Celine are you insane?" "Are you, Cindy, are you ashamed of us? Of what we are?" Celine asked, narrow eyes becoming narrower. "No, but Celine, I'm not, what we do has no, God damn it, Celine! At my daddy's funeral?" Cindy had sputtered, both outraged and heartbroken. "Fine, let me know when you are ready to be honest," Celine had spat and left the small bathroom. Since that day, Cindy and Celine were barely civil to each other; often collapsing into screaming tirades at each other. They still slept in the same bedroom, sharing a queen sized bed, sharing a closet, sharing a dresser and a chest of drawers, but conversations were not shared, caresses and kisses were not shared. And more often than not, Cindy would get out of their bed and go sleep in the living room. Or when Trish was out on a date, would sleep in Pam's room. Paul's fingers found Cindy's sensitive nipples and the tiny buds sprang into action. "Oh God, Paul," Cindy hissed as Paul picked her up and lay her on the kitchen table on her back. "Oh God, Cindy," Paul echoed. "Oh yeah, God damn it, you get more beautiful each day, you know that?" "You say so," Cindy smiled as he leaned over her and began to tease her nipples with his tongue and teeth. "Oh!" she let a long groan escape as his mouth found her pussy. "Damn it; I'm sorry Baby, but I can't..." he groaned as he stood up suddenly. "Oh!" she grunted as his cock was jammed into her pussy suddenly, forcefully. "...wait any longer..." he groaned as he pulled out of her. "Oh!" she groaned again as he sank into her, filling her pussy with his manhood. It had been over three months since he'd been able to make love to Cindy; Celine was always right there, glaring at the two of them, insinuating herself in between them. Candy, of course, couldn't make love; at eight and a half months of pregnancy, it was just too uncomfortable, and then after giving birth, the doctor had yet to give them the 'all clear' to resume sexual activity. Pam was available to him and never denied him access to her, but it just wasn't the same as being with Cindy. Cindy was his one true love; he'd married Candy at Cindy's insistence and regretted not sticking to his guns. Every day, he reflected on the fact that he was not married to the one girl he really wanted to be with. He loved his wife, enjoyed being with her, even tolerated her little quirks and idiosyncrasies, but he adored Cindy. "Oh Baby," Cindy grunted as an orgasm welled up in her guts. "Oh Baby, oh God!" He slammed his cock into her and held it there as a torrent of sperm blasted into her rapidly quivering pussy. He did not worry about the table; he had built the large round table himself, out of very sturdy and very thick planks. The table wasn't going anywhere. "I love you," he whispered in her ear as his cock began to shrivel up. "I know, Baby, I know," she whispered back. "You know I love you too, right?" "Uh huh," he agreed and bent to kiss her mouth again. "Aw, come on, huh?" Pam complained as she snapped the light on. "Couches all over the place, y'all got to use my table?" "YOUR table?" Paul smiled as he stood up again. "I'm sorry; I thought it was MY table." "Thought it was MY table," Cindy echoed as Paul helped her down. "Y'all know what I mean," Pam said and began filling Paul's thermos with the too strong coffee he and Cindy seemed to favor. That's what had woken Cindy up; the smell of Paul's coffee. Pam took after Miss Bobbi; her coffee was too weak, just colored water. "Shit!" Paul laughed as he glanced at the clock on the wall. "Bye! I got to pick up Mr. Jake!" "Here you go; love you," Pam said, handing him his thermos. He picked her up, kissed her softly, and then put the four foot, six inch woman back down. "Love you too," he said as he left the kitchen. He trotted back down the hall, quietly entered his bedroom and walked to the bathroom. A quick brush of his teeth, a quick pee and Paul was ready for the day ahead. He crawled to where his wife lay sleeping and gently kissed her cheek. "Bye, Baby Love," he whispered into her ear. Playfully, she batted at his face. He grabbed her hand and bit down on one of her fingers. "Ow!" she giggled. "Bye, Sweetheart; got to go get your dad," he said and kissed her on her lips. "Love you," she said and smiled happily at him. "Love you too," he said, then playfully licked her on the tip of her snub nose. "Ew! Paul!" she giggled, wiping at her nose. "You're so gross!" ---- "Have fun, play nice with the others," Bobbi teased as she packed Jake's lunch. She handed him a second bag as well. "What's this?" he asked. "Paul's lunch; I know my daughter. She isn't getting out of bed at five o'clock to make him lunch," Bobbi laughed. "Thank you," he said sincerely and hugged his wife. "You're welcome now go," Bobbi said as they heard Paul's pick up truck pulling into the driveway. "Yes ma'am," he said and left the house. Jake felt good, felt alive. In the two months since the factory had shut down, he'd sat around the house, feeling sorry for himself. Then his son had called; the apartments he and the girls owned needed some minor repairs. Since they were north of Monroe, Louisiana, they'd have to drive up there, a four hour drive, work quickly, then either stay in a motel, or drive back at night. But he'd be working, he'd be doing something. "How's Miss Emily holding up?" Paul asked as Jake climbed into the truck. "About as well as can be expected," Jake said quietly. "Yeah, every time I ask her if she needs anything, she always tells me she's fine," Paul said. "You make this coffee?" Jake asked, finding the thermos. "Yeah, hate the way Pam makes it; stuff's like water," Paul said as they pulled onto Highway 52. "Look at this God damned shit, huh?" Jake spat as they spotted the apartment building that Paul owned. Graffiti from the Angels 270 gang adorned the side of the building. "I swear to God, them little shit ass punks ought to be rounded up and shot," Jake spat as he looked at the building's defacement. "Walking around with their pants so God damned lose they got to hold on to them; blasting that circus shit they call music!" Paul nodded in agreement, too angry to speak. "Always talking shit about respect, always saying we got to respect them, but I'll be damned if they show anyone else any respect," Jake went on. The apartment building was empty. He'd made the mistake of renting one of the four units to a Latin woman and her eighteen year old son. The eighteen year old son was a member of the Angels 270, and within a month of the mother and son moving in, the Angels 270 had harassed and intimidated the other tenants into moving out. They gutted all four of the units for anything of value, including the copper pipes and wire in the walls. Paul's insurance company balked at paying for the building, until Marie Robichaux, Paul's step-mother, stepped in. Having a District Attorney on your side was a handy little tool. ---- "Hey, Lala," Charles LaPointe smiled wearily as he let himself into their bedroom. "I hate when you pull a double," Elaine LaPointe complained needlessly. "You?" he asked, slipping his shoes off of his tired, aching feet. "Try working both shifts in the ER." "You tired?" she asked when he slipped under the covers. "What you think?" he asked, laying his head on the pillow. "Too tired to..." she asked, already pulling her nightgown off. "Baby, please," he begged. "I've been on my feet for sixteen hours straight." "I didn't say you had to stand up," she giggled, knowing from the lump of flesh that was swelling in her hand that she was going to win. "Please?" he begged her. "Not right now, okay, Lala?" His cock may be reacting to his beautiful, sexy young wife, but his feet hurt, his legs hurt, his back hurt. He was tired, he was sore, he just wanted to sleep. "Oh, all right," Elaine LaPointe huffed. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "Can I blow you?" she asked, kissing his mouth. "Hmm," he pondered, but she was already slipping her head under the covers. As she took the length of his cock into her mouth, he began to slip a finger into her wet slit. His thumb rubbed her swollen clitoris and she hummed happily. A second finger joined the first in her pussy and she began to stroke his cock with her throat muscles. They both orgasmed at the same time; he pumping a thick load of his semen into her throat, she drenching his fingers with her own orgasm. "Okay," she smiled at him. "I got to go get Trey and Richard ready for school. Love you." "Love you too, Lala," he said, but he was already drifting off to sleep. ---- "Dick, I swear to God; my little girl becomes a cop, I will kill you," Carmen hissed at her husband as he dressed for work. "Worse things to be," Sheriff Dick Davis shrugged. "I mean it," she screamed and burst into sobs. "What?" he asked, trying to hug her. "No! Damn it, no! All right?" she screamed, beating at his chest. "What?" He yelled back. "You have any God damned idea how hard it is to watch you go to work? I never know if it's the last time I'll ever see you! And now, now you got Elise working there! She's going to want to be a cop too. I just know it! And then I'm going to lose the both of you, not just you," Carmen sobbed, finally letting him pull her into a hug. ---- Elise, thankfully, did not hear any of this tirades; she was across the street at her sister's house, helping Elaine get Trey and Richard ready for their day at school. "I don't know what the big deal is," Trey informed Elise. "It's not like I've never been there before." "Yeah, but it's the first day. You're going to see who your new teachers are, and who you'll be friends with, and if there's any cute girls there," Elise encouraged. "Oh please," Trey rolled his eyes. "There's Lucy; she's the most beautiful girl ever; I already know that." "Lucy Edwards?" Elise teased, sticking her finger down her throat and making gagging sounds. "Aunt Leesie," Trey smirked. "You're not very funny." "Never know," Elise said as she helped tie his shoes. "Might be one or two new girls this year, even cuter than Lucy." He gripped her face in his small hands so she head to look him in the eye. "Not. Going. To. Happen. Understand?" he said, emphatically. "Well, yes sir!" Elise laughed. "Aunt Leesie, don't tie them like that!" Trey complained as Elise put a double knot in his shoe laces. "If I don't, then they'll just come undone," she said. "Richard's already ready," Elaine declared. "And so is whiney butt," Elise said, standing up. "Hey!" Trey argued. ---- Richard Boudreaux stretched out next to his wife and looked at the small woman, belly grossly distended. Bernie was in her seventh month of pregnancy and Richard knew he had never seen a more beautiful sight. Some would look at the afro of frizzy, tightly coiled carrot orange hair, the pug nose, the receding chin and not see a beautiful woman, but Richard knew, he knew there was no woman quite as beautiful as the four foot eleven inch girl that had agreed to marry him. As if she could sense his eyes on her, she opened her large hazel eyes and looked into his brown eyes. She smiled self-consciously, remembering that she now slept nude. Clothing felt so confining, so restricting that she couldn't sleep in them, not with a swollen belly. But she was still modest enough to be embarrassed by her own nudity. "Morning, sweetie," she mumbled. "Morning; I made us some toast and jelly, okay?" he asked. "Oh good," she murmured. "Grape or apple?" "Ha!" he crowed. "Not going to get me this time, Miss Smarty Pants!" "What?" she smiled mischievously. "I do grape, you say 'oh, I really wanted apple,' I do apple, you say 'oh I really wanted grape,'" Richard said, laughing. "Uh huh," she agreed. "So, this time," he said, bringing the tray out. "I did both!" "Oh, I really wanted peach," she said, then burst out laughing at his stunned face. "We don't even have peach!" he yelled, exasperated. "Sell it right there at Early's," she said, pointing in the general direction of the only grocery store in Bender, Louisiana. "I swear to God, you're killing me!" Richard groused as he pulled his boots on. "But this is fine," Bernie smiled as she picked up a piece of the toast. "Oh no, woman," he exclaimed. "Oh no, I'll go get you your peach jelly. And when I get back, I'm going to smear it all over you and eat it off, you hear?" "Ooh, promise?" she asked, flinging the comforter off, exposing her nude body to his gaze. "Damn right; God Baby, you are really beautiful, you know that?" Richard said. "Uh huh, and really want peach, hurry up," Bernie said, quickly pulling the covers back up to cover her nude body. ---- "And Jacob's going to be in my homeroom," Rebecca Robichaux prattled on and on as her mother brushed her hair. "Good God, kid, you sleep in a briar patch?" Marie asked her daughter. "And is my baby girl ready for her first day of school?" Bob smiled from the doorway. "Uh huh," Rebecca nodded. "Yes sir," Marie corrected. "Yes sir," Rebecca agreed. "Trying to brush this hair of herd's, looks like a jungle in there," Marie told Bob. "Well, hey, I got my electric razor; we can just shave it off," Bob suggested. "No!" Rebecca shrilled. "Dad's just full a bulling you," Marie said, squeezing the girl. "Hold still; going to send a picture to Paul," Bob said and snapped a picture with his cell phone. ---- "And Mrs. Hebert said 'Good, she smells like French fries,'" Cindy laughed as they finished their breakfast. They were talking about Mickie, the girl that had been Candy's replacement as masseuse for the past three months while Candy was at home on maternity leave. "I don't get it," Candy said. "She used to work at McDonald's," Pam explained. "And NEVER shut up about it!" Trish finished. "God bless! That girl just ran her mouth and ran her mouth and ran her mouth; I don't know how ANYONE enjoyed a massage with her." "But I kind of talk a lot too," Candy defended the unknown girl. "Uh huh, but you talk about what your client likes, not about McDonald's all the time," Pam offered. "Well, I had a massage with her," Trish offered. "Completely inappropriate. Kept talking about how hard it is to keep her pussy shaved. Like I want to hear about her razor burn?" "Yeah, had to have a little talk with her about that," Celine threw in. "How'd she take it when you told her she wouldn't be needed any more?" Pam asked Celine. "Cried a lot, threatened to sue us, wanted us to call her if Candy gets pregnant again," Celine shrugged. "Well, I'll try," Candy laughed. "Oh God, another nine months of Queen Candy? I don't think so!" Cindy teased. "This road kill's pretty good," Trish teased Pam. "Shut up; it's not road kill!" Pam screamed as Trish laughed. "Your boyfriend know you're a bitch?" Pam asked as she put her dish in the dishwasher. "Says as long as I'm not as big a bitch as you, he can live with it," Trish said, nudging Pam out of the way. "Oh, God! I have so missed this!" Candy shrilled as she picked up her own plate. ---- Richard saw his eighteen year old sister, Bee, as she approached the sliding glass doors of Early's Grocery Store. Before he could reach her, three members of the Angels 270 exited the store. "Hey, Zits!" one of the gang members laughed. "Nice tits!" Bee shrieked as the youth grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it. Bee ran into the store, clutching her arms over her ample chest. The three gang members laughed uproariously, knowing that no one would dare confront them for their behavior. Richard punched the laughing offender in his face. Before any of the three could react, he picked the stunned youth up by his ridiculous baggy pants and dumped him, head first, into a grocery cart. A savage kick sent the basket caroming through the parking lot toward Highway 19. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 11 An elbow strike to another youth's solar plexus and a knee to his face knocked the second youth unconscious. The third gang member reached for his nine millimeter handgun; big mistake. Richard broke the punk's arm, then kicked the youth in his testicles, chest, and face before the boy fell to the ground, unconscious. A screech of tires told Richard that the first thug had reached Highway 19. The sound of metal scraping metal did not concern him as he walked into the grocery store. "Hey, Bee," he smiled as a still shaken Bee selected a box of granola bars. "Hey Richard," she tried to smile, face still a bright red behind her mass of pimples. "Your goofy sister sent me here for stupid peach jelly," Richard smiled as he playfully pulled Bee's hair. "Well, don't keep her waiting," Bee ordered. He retrieved a jar of peach jelly, then also grabbed three more jars of different flavors of jelly; Bernie wasn't going to fool him again. A loaf of whole wheat bread was also grabbed, then Richard walked up to the cashier's station. "No, I don't know what happened," the old cashier was telling Tommy Collins, the manager of Early's. "No, the three of them came in, bought some cigarettes, tried to buy some beer, but all of them was only eighteen so I told them no, then they left." "Well two of them are laying on the ground right there, right behind you and another one got hit by a car, stealing one of our carts," Tommy shrilled. "Them?" Richard asked, pointing to the two still unconscious gang members. "Yes, them; you know anything?" Tommy asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Me?" Richard smiled. "Nope. Why would I?" Bee waved good bye to him, sneered at the two thugs on the ground, and then chastised herself for her unchristian thoughts. She then looked at the road and covered her mouth in shock; a boy's body lay in the street, half in and half out of a mangled grocery cart. A Car was parked next to the cart; an elderly woman sat behind the wheel, still gripping the steering wheel tightly. A man, obviously the driver of the car that was parked behind the first car was trying to communicate with the elderly woman. "Fucking shame, huh?" Richard asked lightly, then began to job Double-time back to the house he and Bernie were renting from his classmate and fellow Marine, Lawrence Dumensnil. ---- Kelli Mouton studied herself in the mirror. Her clothing was appropriate; a nice blouse and slacks, both neatly pressed. Her carrot orange hair was done up in a bun on top of her head. Her freckled face was devoid of any makeup; someone had told her that Alicia Dumas frowned on heavy makeup. "Of course she does," Kelli groused to herself. "She doesn't have a million freckles." She made sure to take off any jewelry that would be distracting; she would be speaking with her hands. She looked at the photograph Alicia Dumas had supplied. A very pretty little girl with long blonde hair looked directly at the camera, wicked little smile curling up the right side of the girl's mouth. "Sophia Campion," Kelli spelled out with her right hand. "My name Kelli..." she started. "No, no," she said out loud. My Name Miss Mouton," she signed and spelled. She so desperately wanted to do well; this was her internship for her degree in Early Education. Maybe, if Mrs. Dumas liked her, saw that she did really well with the deaf child, she'd be hired on next year, hired to teach a class, instead of just one child. For now, Kelli would be working with the second grade child until eleven o'clock. Then her replacement would come and Kelli would race across town to A Touch of Sicily to work until nine, ten o'clock at night. Being an intern didn't pay anything and Kelli had student loans to pay off. She frowned when she thought about A Touch of Sicily; Mr. Bonani, the owner fawned all over the pretty blonde waitresses he hired, even though they rarely did any work at all and wound up being fired. But she, Kelli Mouton, who had been working there for six years now, rarely got even a word of encouragement. "I can't wait to tell him to take his fucking job and shove it up his fat old ass," Kelli said, unaware that she was also signing out her venomous words as she said them. ---- "Oh my God!" Pam shrieked as they turned onto Cort Street. "Look at him!" "What? Who?" Candy demanded. "Jacob!" Cindy laughed. "Look at him; standing out there, waiting on the bus!" "Aw, he looks so cute, all dressed in his school uniform!" Pam gushed. "My little second grader!" Candy praised, even though she couldn't see her little brother as the seven year old waited for Bus number 39 to take him to St. Richard's. "No!" Jacob yelled as the three young women descended on him. "Leave me alone! Y'all are all yucky!" "What?" Pam laughed out loud as she insisted on kissing the squirming boy. "Aw, look!" Jacob whined. "You got your germs all over me!" Cindy settled for a playful tousling of his dirty blonde hair before helping Candy in retrieving Paulie and Barbara from their car seats. The three women entered Bobbi's house, squealing and chattering. Bobbi looked away from the window where she watched for Bus 39. After greeting all, Bobbi smirked as Candy insisted on telling her mother how to care for the two children. "Come on; she raised you, I'm sure she knows how to take care of Paulie and Barbara," Cindy said and pulled Candy toward the door. "Bye; Momma loves you," Candy tearfully told her two babies before allowing herself to be dragged to the door. ---- "You know, McDonald's coffee ain't half bad," Jake Broussard said as he got back into the pick up truck. "Uh huh, finished with your tinkle, Princess?" Paul teased his father. "Hey, you wait until you're my age; see if you don't have to pee all the time," Jake protested. "Uh huh; bet I won't have to do it sitting down," Paul laughed as he pulled out of the McDonald's parking lot. The two men sipped their too-hot cups of coffee and continued north. Man, there's some real nice little towns out here," Jake mused. "Uh huh; shame the economy's killing them," Paul agreed. "Only reason Bender and DeGarde's doing okay is they got ULD and ULL close by. Those universities ever close; we could kiss most of our income good-bye too." "Yeah, when the mattress factory closed down..." Jake said then lapsed into silence. (Ed Baggett had cried real tears as he made the announcement to his employees. Daphne his wife, a six foot tall red head beauty had also cried and hugged each employee. "After the several years I've worked with most of y'all, y'all aren't just employees; y'all are family," Big Eddie had sobbed. "All of y'all are friends," Daphne Baggett had echoed her husband's sentiments. "But we just can't afford to keep the doors open; there just aren't any orders coming in," Big Eddie said, pointing out the nearly four thousand mattresses that sat on the loading docks. "We managed to make a deal with the Defense Department," Daphne said. "Those mattresses are going to their off-base housing for military personnel and families." "But after that," Big Eddie said. "Nothing," Daphne finished for him. "Y'all will be getting your full pensions; those of y'all that put in for it," Big Eddie said. "I made sure of that; that money is safe." "We could have just put a pink slip in with this month's paycheck," Daphne said. "But Big Eddie said 'there's no way we can do that to our employees; they mean too much to us,' so we're telling all y'all, face to face. The Department of Labor knows they'll be expecting all y'all"on Monday morning." "God bless you; it really does break my, our hearts to tell y'all good bye," Big Eddie blew his nose. "Love you, Big Eddie," David Labbe had said, equally as tearful as his boss.) A sudden laugh from Paul brought Jake out of his reverie. "Here, look at this," Paul smiled as he handed his cell phone to Jake. "Aw," Jake agreed, looking at the picture of Rebecca Robichaux getting ready for her first day of second grade. "Looks so much like her mom, huh?" Paul asked proudly. "Yeah, well thank God she don't look like you," Jake teased. Jake didn't say it; Rebecca did indeed look just like her mother, and her mother, Marie, was an extremely unattractive, horse faced woman in Jake's eyes. ---- Michelle 'Mickie' Bernard came to; intense craving burning through her body. Her body, her mind all felt feverish. She even felt as if her blood was boiling inside her veins. She'd been walking home Friday afternoon, after Shapes Gym let her go; smug slant eyed bitch just looking down on her, when it began to rain. To her, it was fitting; even God was pissing on her. A car tapped its horn and she peered over her shoulder at the battered car; driver smiling in a friendly manner. Juan Geraldo picked her up. He sympathized with her, complimented her, telling her all the right things. "Hey, got something make you feel maybe a little better," he offered. She was hooked the first time he let her snort a line of the crystal meth. "Cost you," he smiled when she asked for more. He unzipped his pants and she sucked his cock for all she was worth. "Want more?" he laughed when she begged for a little more of the powder. The paycheck was gone before Saturday morning and Juan wasn't smiling when she begged him for more. "You suck the cock okay; bet your pussy nice and tight, huh?" Juan asked. Five guys, six guys, ten guys; it was all a blur to her. "No, no, God damned bitch, huh?" Juan yelled, slapping her so hard that two of her teeth were jarred loose. "Fuck, want more it going to take money, okay?" Her friend Nickie had once given her a .357 handgun; Nickie was afraid she was going to use it on herself. Mickie found the gun and put it in her purse. ---- True to his word, Richard did smear a little of the peach jelly on his wife's puffy nipples and suck and lick them clean again. He did smear it on her drooling pussy lips and suck them clean as well. Her puckered little anus also got a dollop of the sickeningly sweet jelly and was thoroughly tongued clean. "Uh huh," Bernie smiled when Richard asked her if she was satisfied. "I guess." "You guess?" Richard asked. "Yeah, but I really wanted peanut butter," Bernie said, then laughed at Richard's expression. "Peanut butter?" Richard bellowed. "You want peanut butter? I'll give you peanut butter!" She laughed as he stormed out of the bedroom. She laughed when he came back, carrying a jar of peanut butter. "Crunchy," Bernie requested. "It's crunchy," Richard smiled, then unzipped his trousers. "What are you doing?" Bernie asked. "Going to feed it to you," Richard said, shoving his erect cock into the jar. "Open up." "Oh, Baby," Bernie cooed as she sucked his peanut butter covered cock. "Mmm, give me some more." He fed her two more peanut butter covered cocks before exploding down her throat. "Now, you want some more peach jelly?" Bernie asked, holding her breasts out to him. "Yes ma'am," he agreed. ---- "You go here," Trey told his younger brother as he guided him to the pre-kindergarten classroom. "Now, I showed you where Mrs. Dumas' office; you need anything, you go see her. She's a real nice lady, okay?" "You stay with me?" Richard tremulously asked his big brother. "I can't; I got school too, remember?" Trey patiently told his younger brother. "But suppose I don't like it?" Richard asked, about to cry. "It'll only be for a little while; then we'll go home, okay?" Trey comforted his brother. Lucy Edwards grabbed onto Trey's hand and they found their new homeroom together. "Okay, here's my desk," Trey whooped when he found his nametag on the desk. "Ha ha, I'm sitting way in front of you," Lucy teased. Neither child had figured out that Ms. Fontenot had arranged their nametags alphabetically. "Okay, Jamie, this is your classroom," Alicia Dumas smiled down at Jamie Christine Hollister; her husband's child by April Hollister. The little girl did not know that Cris Dumas was her real father, did not know that she was the spitting image of his oldest daughter, Nicole Dumas. Jamie just knew that all of a sudden she was going to a real nice school and Mommy said she had to do whatever Mrs. Dumas told her to do. "Hi Mrs. Dumas," Trey said as he ran up to the school's principal. "How's your motorbike?" "My motorbike's fine, thank you," Alicia smiled down at the precocious child. "Rode it to school this morning." "My mommy used to have a motorbike!" Jamie said. "I know," Alicia smiled. "Remember? Your mommy and I are friends." "Come on," Trey said to the pretty six year old. "I'll help you find your seat." Lucy stared daggers at the new kid and her boyfriend but Trey paid her no mind. "Oh, here you are!" Trey said. "See? You're three seats ahead of me." "Sit with me?" Jamie asked. "I don't think we should; we might get into trouble," Trey said, indecisive. "Pretty please?" Jamie said and batted her eyelashes at him. Trey moved the name tags back and sat behind the pretty brunette. ---- "Hey, I um, I'm here to see Cris," April Hollister nervously told the woman that sat behind Pilot's rotunda. "Ms. Hollister?" Sandra smiled. "Uh, yeah, yes ma'am," April agreed. "He's expecting you," Sandra said, pointing to Cris Dumas' door. "Can I bring you some coffee? Or diet soda?" "Um," April hesitated. "They stock the damned machine with nothing but diet," Sandra whispered. "They won't admit it, but they're both on diets." "That is not true, you horrible woman," Cris said from the doorway of his office. "Coffee, please, two sugars and a lot of cream," April smiled. "So, what's up?" Cris asked when Sandra brought April her coffee. "Cris, there ain't no easy way to say this so I'm just going to say it," April said. Cris waited until April had taken a sip of her coffee. "Cris, I got AIDS," April said. Cris paled. "No, no, you ain't got nothing to worry about," April hastened to assure him. "No, I got it like last year; shooting up dope." "April, you and Jimbo were shooting up dope when I met you. Course, I didn't know that at the time, but..." Cris said voice tight. "Yeah, but I got tested like every six months and ain't nothing showed up until like almost two years ago when we started buying our shit from Big Mike," April said. Cris made a mental note to have himself tested. Despite April's assurances, better safe than sorry. "No, I um, listen, Jamie?" April said after taking another sip of her coffee. "Yes, she's going to St. Richard's now, right?" Cris smiled. "Uh, yeah, yeah, you're um, your old lady's got her in that place," April said. "My wife, not my old lady," Cris smiled. "Whatever; you know what I mean," April laughed. "That's the April I know," Cris encouraged. "Uh huh, whatever, old man," April sneered playfully. "So, I'm uh, I'm sending you two hundred a month for Jamie; that going to be enough?" Cris asked. "Uh yeah, yeah, it's more than enough; we didn't have shit before, so it really helps out a lot," April said. She reached into the battered old purse she had with her and pulled out a few photographs of Jamie and after looking at them for a long moment, pushed them across the desk. "Here, um, you know Jimbo couldn't fuck after he had his accident, right?" April said and drained her cup of coffee. "Want some more?" Cris asked and glanced at the pictures of the smiling girl. "Uh, yeah, if it ain't too much trouble," April said. "Not at all," Cris said. Sandra smiled as she put a fresh cup of coffee on the desk for April. "Your daughter?" she asked, glancing at the photographs. "Yeah, Jamie," April said proudly. "Precious," Sandra said. Sandra did not miss the fact that the photograph of Crisp's daughter, Nicole Marie Dumas as a six year old girl and the photograph of Jamie Christine Hollister were nearly identical. "Anyway," April said when Sandra had left the office. "Um, Jamie, she's your. I mean, you're the daddy. You can get a DNA test you want to, but you got to believe me; she's your kid." "I can tell that just looking at her," Cris smiled. "And um, since I probably ain't going to be around a whole lot longer, I um..." April said. "Okay," Cris interrupted her. "April, I'm going to want to do this as straightforward and as above board as possible. I don't want any fuck ups jamming the works." He leaned forward in his chair. "I want her to come visit us; Alicia and me, get to know us. She'll stay with you for now, but when you get too sick..." Cris said. "Thank you," April said and began to cry in relief. "These pictures?" Cris said, indicating the small pile. "You got more?" "Um, no, them, that's all I got," April said. "Okay," Cris said and selected one. "Here; they obviously mean a lot to you; hang onto them. ---- Kelli watched the children as they trooped off of the buses. She shook her head in bewilderment; she had never noticed how many blonde haired girls there were, until she was looking for a blonde haired girl. "Here she comes," Alicia smiled as she joined Kelli. "Yep; that's her," Kelli laughed in relief. Sophia Campion clutched her back pack defensively and looked around. It was frustrating for her; all the other kids seemed to know exactly where to go and what to do. Even Freddy, her nephew had dashed off, leaving her to fend for herself. A pretty woman walked up to her and Sophia shrank back, afraid. "Hi," the pretty woman signed. "My name Miss Mouton." Sophia broke into a wide smile and signed her own name to the pretty woman. "Take you class," Kelli signed and reached out for Sophia's hand. Sophia smiled at Nicole's friend, Miss Alicia. Alicia smiled and waved, then signed 'I love you' to Sophia. "Where Cristopher Michael?" Sophia signed. Alicia looked at Kelli for an interpretation. "She wants to know where Cristopher Michael is," Kelli said. "Oh!" Alicia said. "Well, sweetheart, he's already in class." "Cristopher Michael in class," Kelli signed. "Okay," Sophia signed. "Room two one two," Alicia smiled to Kelli. On the left." "I know where it is," Kelli laughed. "I went here when I was a kid." ---- "Fucking slant eyed cunt," Mickie hissed, gun pointed at the no longer smirking Celine Ng. "Come on, bitch; laugh at me now, huh?" "I did not laugh at you; I am sorry if you thought I had," Celine murmured. "Hey Celine," Candy said as she came into the lobby of Shapes Gym. "That girl Mickie; she forget to order spearmint oil?" Mickie whirled around at the intruder and saw Candy's long white cane. In her fevered brain, the cane was a weapon. Reacting on adrenaline and fear, she squeezed off two shots, hitting Candy in the chest and killing the twenty five year old mother of two. "Candy!" Celine screamed and rushed to her friend's aid. Mickie pumped three more bullets into Celine; hitting her in the left eye, shoulder and heart. Forgetting that she had come there for money, Mickie ran from the lobby. Cindy looked up when she heard two muffled pops, what sounded like a scream, then three more muffled pops. Trish didn't hear the gunshots; she had Frankie Goes to Hollywood's 'Relax' was booming as she urged the five older women through their aerobic paces. Pam looked around the kitchen to see if something had fallen when she heard the two pops, then looked to the hallway when she heard a scream and three more pops. Chapter 102 "Live for Channel Twelve Performance News, this is Sonja Doyeski," the beautiful blonde newscaster chirped into the camera. "We're outside of Bender's exclusive female fitness center, Shapes. Behind that glass door, Bender's police are piecing together what happened today." The Broussard Sisters Ch. 11 She made sure her large engagement ring was visible as she clutched her microphone. The sight of the engagement ring had quelled some rumors and had generated a great deal of interest. E-Mails and telephone messages from male viewers professing undying love also had tripled since she started wearing the ring on the air. "Here's what we do know so far. At eleven this morning, a female entered Shapes with robbery on her mind. After shooting two employees, the suspect fled the scene on foot. Unconfirmed sources say that both victims were pronounced dead at the scene. We do not know how much the suspect managed to get." She switched into high gear with a tearful Sheriff Dick Davis staggered out into the parking lot, pelting him with rapid fire questions. "No comment, this is still an active investigation," he barked at the girl, but Sonja was not easily intimidated. "Again, Ms. Doyeski, no comment," Dick barked, sidestepping the reporter and approaching his cruiser. The cameraman made sure to get the dramatic scene of the two stretchers, their crisp white sheets fluttering in the August breeze, as the Medical Examiner's office pulled them through the door of Shapes Fitness Center. The camera followed the gurneys all the way to the low slung ambulance until the doors of the van clanged shut. He swiveled the camera back to catch Cindy as she stumbled out of the door, sobbing inconsolably. "Step back, you fucking vulture," Sheriff Dick Davis snarled at Sonja Doyeski as the reporter charged toward the grief-stricken Cindy. "No, Candy, oh please God!" Cindy wailed as the ambulance slowly pulled away from the curb. Even as egomaniacal as Sonja Doyeski was, she knew no words from her would convey the raw emotions any more than what they had on tape. ---- "Okay, see you tomorrow," Kelli signed and accepted the hug from Sophia. Kelli compared verbal notes with Vanessa Grodin, the girl that would take the afternoon shift, and gave one last wave to Sophia. She stepped out of the noisy cafeteria. "And how did it go?" Alicia smiled as Kelli let out a huge sigh. "Great, great," Kelli smiled. "Really?" Alicia asked, smiling knowingly. "My first day working with these kids, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd made a wise choice." "Mrs. Dumas, can I be honest?" Kelli asked and Alicia's smile widened. "Of course. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want the truth out of you," Alicia said. "Mrs. Dumas, it's a lot harder than I thought it would be," Kelli admitted. "I mean, its one thing to do this when you're just standing there in class, but when you have to sign for real and have to remember what word means what, and oh my God! I can't believe Ms. Bonham is still teaching! I had her when I was in fifth grade! And she's still just as mean and hateful as...." Kelli gasped and covered her mouth, realizing she'd said a lot more than she meant to. "Believe me, I am well aware of Ms. Bonham's, ah, shall we say 'short-comings?'" Alicia patted the young girl on the arm. "I am so sorry!" Kelli gasped. "Again, Kelli, I am aware of Ms. Bonham's attitude and her approach toward teaching. She does have tenure, though, so there really isn't much I can do about that," Alicia again patted the girl on her arm. Alicia turned to walk toward her office. "See you tomorrow, Miss Mouton," Alicia smiled. "Yes ma'am," Kelli said, relieved that her careless slip of the tongue had not jeopardized her job at St. Richard's. Kelli checked her watch and realized she had better hurry if she was going to get to A Touch of Sicily on time. As it was, Mr. Bonani would probably yell at her, but she didn't want to give him a reason if she could help it. ---- "No, no, shooting bottle rockets through the ceiling is well outside of normal wear and tear," Paul told the smirking teenager as he inspected the damage to the upstairs apartment. Jake entered the apartment, looked around at the damaged carpet, the obscenities scrawled on the walls and grimaced at the tenant. "Some kids ought to never move out of their momma's house, huh?" Jake said to Paul. "Uh huh, just lucky he didn't set the place on fire," Paul said. Paul's cell phone rang and Paul dug it out of his pocket and gave a cheerful greeting. Jake watched as Paul's face went from the easy smile he always had to a stunned expression. "Paul?" Dick Davis said into the phone. "You there?" "What?" Paul asked, sure he had not correctly heard his uncle. He sat down on the floor, heavily, when Dick repeated the horrible news. "What?" Jake asked, concerned. "Paul, what is it?" "Candy," Paul said. "Candy needs me; we got to go." ---- "You Mrs. Broussard?" the smiling young man asked when Emily opened the door. "Yes?" Emily asked, squinting at the harsh sunlight. "Got a delivery for you," Rick smiled wider. "Want to sign here?" "A deliver...Oh my God; you're kidding me," Emily said, suddenly realizing what was being delivered. "Johnson's Marine," the man smiled, tapping the patch that was sewn onto the left breast of his uniform. "Oh, my God. I could have sworn I cancelled that," Emily stammered. She stepped out the door and watched as the other Johnson's employee unhooked the trailer from the large truck. "See, my husband; that was going to be his, our, we were going to retire, but he passed away, oh my God, I could have sworn I cancelled that," Emily said and tears began to trickle down her face as the large houseboat sat in the driveway. "Oh, ma'am, I am so sorry to hear that," the young man said sincerely. Rick walked back to his coworker and the two whispered urgently. "Snoop's calling our supervisor to see what he wants us to do," Rick said to Emily. "Snoop?" Emily asked, looking at the other man as he got on his cell phone. "Uh, yeah, it's the name I gave him. He thinks he's going to be a rap star, God, drives me crazy, rapping all that junk all the time, so I call him Snoop Puppy. You know, like Snoop Dog?" Rick said. "Said hook it up," Snoop said. "Office will call her about the refund." "Again, ma'am, I am so very sorry for your loss," Rick man said. "Hang on," Emily said and went back into the house. She came out holding two ten dollar bills. "For your trouble. Really, I thought I had cancelled that. I'm so sorry," Emily stammered. The three of them turned when they heard a scream come from Jake and Bobbi Broussard's house. "Oh my God!" Emily screamed and ran to Bobbi's front door. More screaming could be heard, and then loud wailing sobs. Emily flung the door open and saw Bobbi lying on the kitchen floor, telephone in her hand. "Candy!" Bobbi screamed and cried as Emily crouched down to take her friend into her arms. "Ma'am?" Rick asked from the doorway, cell phone in hand. "Everything all right? Y'all need me to call someone?" "Oh my God, Candy!" Bobbi wailed, sobbing into Emily's chest. "Got it, we'll be fine," Emily assured the young man. Rick hesitated for a moment, then nodded and shut the front door. He and Snoop hooked the large trailer up, then he closed Emily's front door as well. "Man, some days you just never know what you're going to get, huh?" Rick asked as he started the powerful diesel. "Man, that would sound great in a song, feel me dog?" Snoop said. "Uh huh, and hit it, Snoop Puppy," Rick said, rolling his eyes. ---- Richard watched the twelve o'clock news and felt an overwhelming sadness as he watched the pretty red head woman stumble out of the fitness center. He smiled, though when he heard the beep over Sheriff Dick Davis' comments to the snotty reporter. He did not like Sonja Doyeski; thought she was rude and shallow. Richard Boudreaux did not work; he had been classified 'Disabled' due to the brain injury he received while serving a tour of duty in Iraq. For his service, he received two thousand, four hundred dollars a month from Uncle Sam. "Oh that is so sad!" Bernie said as she waddled into the living room. "Oh that poor woman!" "That's that gym right down the street," Richard said. "Really? Oh my God! Oh that poor woman!" Bernie said, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "You about ready?" Richard asked. "Yeah," Bernie agreed and grabbed her purse. Richard turned off the television and grabbed his car keys. "Oh, remember, we also need to stop off at Babbage's and put down some more on the baby bed," Bernie said. "I can do that while you're at the doctor's," Richard offered. "Uh uh, I want to see they got anything new at Babbage's," Bernie argued. "Why you think I want to go there without you?" Richard teased. "Ooh, you are so mean to me!" Bernie complained. "Uh huh, you poor woman," Richard said as he hugged her to himself. "Give me a kiss you poor mistreated woman." ---- Elizabeth Baggett sat, mouth open in shock as she watched the twelve o'clock news. She knew Cindy Broussard; had gone to school with the girl. Tears sprang to her eyes as she heard Cindy's wail. Her heart was breaking for her former school mate and the loss of her friend. She knew all too well the pain of losing a loved one. Her Teddy had been taken from her eight years ago and there wasn't a day that she did not mourn his death. Leah Farmer eased herself from the table and clucked her tongue. "That is so terrible, isn't it?" Leah asked as she refilled her glass at the sink. "Yeah; I went to school with them," Elizabeth said. "Well, I only met her once; she got her car insurance from me," Leah said and eased herself into her chair at the long table. "Had her little sister with her, short girl, short brown hair; added her to the policy." "Pam?" Elizabeth asked, smiling softly. "Yeah, Pam Ham Broussard," Leah said and winced. "Baby's kicking up a storm; won't even let me eat in peace, I swear." "She's due when?" Elizabeth asked. "September eleventh; I told her that was a terrible day to be born but she won't listen to me," Leah smiled. "And how does John-John feel about having a baby sister?" Elizabeth asked as the weather girl was earning her ratings, bending and stretching in a ridiculously short skirt and low cut blouse while pointing to a map of the Acadiana area. Elizabeth had heard rumors that they actually taped Vee Aucoin's part ten minutes beforehand, in case of any wardrobe malfunctions. The station was constantly being deluged with requests for 'blooper' tapes. "Doesn't care; he's only two," Leah smiled. Elizabeth nodded in agreement; Eddie, her own son was almost three years old and wouldn't care one way or the other if Mommy came home with a baby brother or sister, just as long as she still had plenty of hugs and kisses for him. She smirked slightly when the television screen 'pixilated' as Vee Aucoin bent over to point to a portion of the Gulf of Mexico on the screen. She suspected the station actually employed that little trick to keep the male viewership high. Elizabeth and Leah continued to eat their lunch in silence, comfortable with each other. It had not always been so comfortable; Leah had resented the very young, very beautiful girl that was transferred from the Lafayette office to replace Cecil Coutre. Cecil had suffered a massive heart attack and died en route to the hospital. While Young Insurance DeGarde branch floundered, Leah Farmer ran the office, kept it going. But instead of rewarding her efforts, instead of recognizing her skills, the Atlanta home office sent Elizabeth Baggett to head the office. Elizabeth took stock of the situation and after reviewing the employment records of all the employees, deduced that Leah Farmer would be either her closest ally or her worse enemy. She called the older woman into her office and laid her cards on the table. "I'm the new kid in town, I'm literally just a kid with barely two years of experience and I'm going to need your help," she told Leah. "Can I count on you for help? Or am I going to have to keep an eye on you at all times?" Before Leah could answer, Elizabeth continued. "I'm not an idiot; Mr. Coutre died a few weeks ago, yet this office continued to run, continued to produce and I know it didn't do that on its own," Elizabeth said. "I've got a feeling the only reason it did was because you were here, guiding it along; am I right?" "Yes ma'am," Leah answered. "Mrs. Farmer, please, Don't call me 'ma'am.' I might be your supervisor, but you and I know I'm not old enough to be 'ma'am.' Just call me Elizabeth, please?" Elizabeth corrected. "Only if you'll call me Leah," Leah answered, feeling a lot better about working under a twenty something year old kid. The girl might be a bit wet behind the ears, but she was an intelligent kid. (Michelle Ruiz didn't agree with Leah's assessment; she hated the new woman from the moment Elizabeth took over the office. "Young Insurance," Michelle intoned as she played a game of Solitaire on her computer. "Is that how you answer the telephone when a client calls in?" Elizabeth asked, not identifying herself to the bored receptionist. "Yes ma'am," Michelle said, not breaking out of her monotone delivery. "Please come into my office. Now," Elizabeth snapped. "Uh huh, and this is...?" Michelle asked, still not catching on. "This is your supervisor, Elizabeth Baggett," Elizabeth snapped. "Get off that computer game you're playing put the phones on automated attendant and get in my office. Now, Ms. Ruiz." Ten minutes later, a much shaken Michelle Ruiz sat back down at her desk, logged onto the Young Insurance website and sat at attention. "Young Insurance, how may I direct your call?" Michelle answered brightly. "Uh, Mrs. Farmer please," Mary Kowalski asked. "Please hold," Michelle answered. "Better, much better," Elizabeth complimented as she grabbed the stack of mail out of her drop box. "Thank you," Michelle said.) The two women finished their lunches; Elizabeth left the lunchroom while Leah stayed to watch the Sports announcer, her son, Thomas Kowalski. Sitting at her desk, Elizabeth glanced over at the framed photograph of Edward William Baggett, her toddler, and smiled brightly. The photograph had been taken at Eddie's second birthday party; Eddie had found the chocolate ice cream, but found eating with a spoon too cumbersome. So, the bright two year old just used his hands to shovel the gooey mess into his mouth. Daphne, her stepmother had snapped off the shot of the spectacle. ---- Kelli Mouton brought out the sixteen inch Supreme, add anchovies and the pitcher of beer and smiled as the two handsome young men complimented her skills. "Didn't even spill a drop! And believe me, a drop would have hit the floor, Wade here would have been crying," one of the men smiled as she poured them each a mug of the beer. "Uh huh, but Elliot here would have been licking it off the floor," Wade teased back. "We can always s get you more, you know," Kelli smiled to them. "Yeah, but why let any beer go to waste?" Elliot laughed. "So, um, what time you get off?" Wade asked. "Nine thirty, ten, it depends on how soon we can get cleaned up," Kelli shrugged. "You know, we have to wait until the last customer leaves, then we can clean up." "So, um, doing anything after?" Elliot asked. "Yeah, sleep!" Kelli groaned. "I've been on my feet since seven thirty this morning!" "Really?" Elliot asked, interested. "So, um, here the whole time, huh??" "Oh, in the morning I teach at St. Richard's..." Kelli said proudly. "Kelli, we got no time you standing there running your mouth," Mr. Bonani yelled. "She is talking to a customer!" Wade yelled back. "Unless you'd like these customers to go somewhere else, huh?" "Uh no, no, I thought she was just standing there bothering you," Mr. Bonani stammered, unaccustomed to anyone talking back to him. "So, um, what night you got off here?" Elliot persisted. "Um, Thursday," Kelli stammered, blushing hotly. "How about this?" Wade jumped in. "We pick you up, what? About seven? Take you to Ruth's Cris; man! I love their rib eye, and then...." "Ever been up in a helicopter?" Elliot asked the now stunned Kelli. "Uh, no, never, I uh, I flew once, to my grandmother's funeral, but that was a big old plane," Kelli managed to stammer out. "After dinner, we'll take you up," Elliot smiled. "See, we're both helicopter pilots," Wade offered. "Elliot flies for Webb; I used to but got hired on by King." "You mean, like a date?" Kelli asked, very nearly dropping her tray. "Exactly, a date," Wade smiled. "Please?" Elliot mugged, batting his eyelashes playfully. "Um, yeah, yeah, sure," Kelli managed to squeak out. ---- "So, how was your first day of school?" Alicia asked Jamie as the little first grader tried to remember which bus was her bus. "Miss Dumas, what bus am I on?" she asked, bottom lip beginning to quiver. "Bus one forty two, it's the second bus," Alicia smiled reassuringly at the girl. "Oh yeah!" Jamie said, slapping her forehead. "So do you like your teacher?" Alicia asked as she walked the girl to her bus. "Yes ma'am," Jamie agreed. "Oh, and I have a boyfriend now! His name is Trey and we're going to get married and live in a big house and..." Alicia smiled as Jamie got onto the bus. She waved to the girl, and then went to assist any other children that might need a helping hand. She smiled as she watched Sophia Campion engaged in a spirited conversation with TeddiAnn Baggett. Sophia would sign, facing a bewildered TeddiAnn, and then Sophia's six year old nephew, Freddy Dumas, would translate. "Oh my God, I think she's found a friend!" Nicole Dumas, Sophia's older sister and Freddy's mother gasped. "Looks like it, Alicia agreed. "I know she's supposed to ride the bus like all the other kids, but I thought I'd stop by, see how she's getting along, see if there were any problems," Nicole gushed, holding her step mother's arm tightly as she watched Sophia and TeddiAnn. Neither Alicia nor Nicole thought anything of Alicia being Nicole's step-mother, even though the two were very close in age. Alicia was one year older than Nicole, Cris' daughter by his first marriage. "No, no problems," Alicia smiled. "Kelli, Sophia's signer, showed up right on time this morning, said her classes went well, and Vanessa, Sophia's afternoon signer said there were no real problems." After Vanessa gave Alicia the synopsis of the first day, Alicia set her jaw firmly; Ms. Bonham was teetering very close to insubordination and bordering on discrimination. Even the powerful Teacher's Union would not be able to protect Ms. Myrtle Bonham if Alicia could get enough evidence that Ms. Bonham had violated the American with Disabilities Act. She hated putting the sweet, defenseless Sophia Campion in the unfortunate situation but there was no alternative that she could see. "No 'real' problems?" Nicole asked eyes narrowed, ready to jump to her sister's defense. "Well," Alicia hesitated. "Come on, Alicia," Nicole demanded. "Well, Ms. Bonham isn't thoroughly convinced that Kelli and Vanessa aren't giving Sophia the answers to the questions, aren't helping her along," Alicia admitted. "But, that's stupid!" Nicole sputtered. "Yes, well, she is a little bit older, a little bit set in her ways and a child with uh, special needs kind of throws her off balance," Alicia admitted. "Then put her in a different class," Nicole said. "I wish I could, but there's only one second grade class," Alicia sighed. "Nicole," Sophia happily signed. Her sign for Nicole was to put the 'N' sign to her lips, then to her heart. "Friend, T e d d I a n n," Sophia signed, indicating the small girl that stood next to her. "Are you deaf too?" TeddiAnn asked Nicole, squinting up at the woman. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 11 "No, I'm not," Nicole laughed. "Why can't she hear nothing?" TeddiAnn asked Nicole. "She was born that way," Nicole patiently explained. "Sorry about that," Daphne Baggett said, striding up to them. "No, no, don't be," Nicole hastened to assure the red headed beauty. "No, I'm so glad to finally have someone that doesn't try to act like Sophia's deafness doesn't exist." "Well, don't worry about that!" Daphne laughed. "There's something on her mind, TeddiAnn will tell you all about it!" "Hi, Nicole Dumas," Nicole said, extending her hand to the tall beauty. "Daphne Baggett," Daphne said, giving Nicole's small hand a firm grasps. "And this little beauty's my daughter, TeddiAnn Baggett." "And this is my baby sister, Sophia Campion, and my son, Freddy," Nicole smiled, signing to Sophia what was being said between herself and TeddiAnn's mother. ---- Kelli read the two business cards again, even though she knew them by heart. Elliot Trahan. Wade Couvillion. The cards had the logos of the two different companies that Elliot and Wade worked for, but gave the same address for the two helicopter pilots. She had given them her telephone number and the address of the apartment she shared with Mandy Hebert, a school friend. She and Amanda, Mandy, had gone to St. Richard's together, then Mandy had failed fifth grade and had been held back a year. Then they went to St. Thomas Aquinas together, even though Mandy had still been one year behind. Mandy worded at Babbage's department store, in their Shipping/Receiving department. The five foot tall girl delighted in telling everyone she worked on the loading docks of the upscale department store. Kelli suspected that Mandy was gay, or at least bisexual; she was always talking about other girls, making comments and comparisons. Another telltale sign, in Kelli's eyes, was how quick Mandy was to denounce anyone else's homosexuality, making almost hateful comments about that person. But Kelli didn't mind, was not threatened in the least by Mandy's sexuality, even if Mandy was in vehement denial about it. The apartment was a spacious two bedroom, one bathroom apartment and the rent, when split down the middle, was less than a one bedroom apartment would have cost her. ---- Paul sat on Mr. Jake and Mrs. Bobbi's couch, numb to all external stimuli. Dead. His wife was dead. Someone had come into Shapes Fitness Center and shot his wife. "Paul? You need anything?" Cindy whispered, clutching his hand. ---- "I'm hungry; we get some tacos?" Bernie asked, leaning heavily against her husband as he unlocked the car door for her. "Sure. Manny's?" he asked. "Uh, there any other place I want tacos?" she asked, getting into the car. "Guess not," he smiled and ran around to his side of the car. They were a little early for the dinner rush and Bobbi Dublachon, now the manager of Manny's after her father's debilitating stroke, seated them quickly. Manny Quarveros still made appearances at the restaurant, but his daughter and her husband ran the place and ran it very well. "Uh, let me guess, the three enchilada plate, beef, and the three taco plate, two beef, one chicken?" Bobbi teased before handing them their menus. "No," Richard barked. "No?" Bobbi said, eyebrows arched. "That's right, no," Richard barked again. "We're going to have the three enchilada plate, beef and the three taco plate, two beef, one chicken." "Dumb ass; that's what I said," Bobbi laughed and walked away. "God, their salsa's so hot!" Bernie complained, but dipped another warm chip into the fiery mixture. Marlon, Bobbi's husband, stuck his head out of the kitchen, waved in greeting to Richard and Bernie, looked around the dining area, exchanged a quick kiss with his wife, and then ducked back into the kitchen. "Here, Marlon says he wants you to try this," Bobbi said, putting a small bowl of green chili salsa on the table. "Oh, my fucking God, that shit's hot!" Richard said, clutching at his throat. "Jesus! No, Bernie, don't!" "Too hot?" Bobbi asked. "Damn right it is!" Richard said, fanning his sweating face. "Okay, I'll tell him, Bobbi smiled. "Then why you keep eating it?" Bernie asked. "Cause I like it," Richard said, still fanning his sweating face. Bobbi put their pates in front of them. "He said try a little on your enchilada and quit whining so much, you big girl," Bobbi smiled. "I eat that by the spoonful," Marlon called out from the kitchen doorway. "Uh huh," Richard said and did try some on his enchilada. "Richard, how can you put that in your mouth?" Bernie asked. "It's still smoking!" Four members of the Angels 270 came in, chattering loudly, using much profanity and generally annoying the other patrons. Bobbi pursed her lips but seated them and got them their menus. "Tell Marlon it is pretty good on the enchiladas," Richard told Bobbi as she scurried past. "But it's too hot for the tacos," Bernie offered, swabbing her sweating forehead with a napkin. Bobbi got a bowl of chips and a small bowl of salsa and brought it to the table were the gang members sat. "May I take your drink orders?" she asked, trying to keep her annoyance and her dislike from showing. They tried to order alcohol, but none of them were over the age of nineteen so they all settled for cokes. She turned to go and one of the gang members grabbed a handful of her buttocks. She screamed out loud and the four gang members laughed uproariously. "You're not getting them their drinks," Richard said, standing up. "They're not eating here." The fuck we're..." one of them started to say and screamed as a bowl of green chili salsa splattered in his eyes. Richard grabbed the arm of the youth that had grabbed Bobbi's buttock. "Thank it's funny to put your hands on someone's wife?" he asked, grabbing a handful of the no longer smirking boy's hair. "Hey, mother fucker, you go back, sit down, we let you live, huh?" another boy threatened. "Oh, I'll go sit back down. After I'm finished," Richard said, slamming his captive's face into the table. He then brought the boy's arm back and put his knee into the boy's elbow. The boy screamed then fainted as his arm snapped. The first boy was rolling on the floor, grunting and thrashing as his eyes burned. "I told you," the third boy said, standing up and pulling his nine millimeter pistol out. "Aw, stupid move," Richard said and kicked the gun out of the boy's hand. He then kicked the boy in the face with the heel of his boot. The boy fell backward over his Chair, slamming his head on the tile floor. "Mother fucker! We're the Angels two seven zero!" the fourth boy screamed, outraged that anyone would dare stand up to them. ""You ain't shit," Richard said, elbowing the boy in the side of his head. Fucking cock sucker!" the boy screamed, lunging at Richard. Two punches and the boy lay on the ground, unconscious. He turned to Bobbi who stood, mouth open in shock. "Here you go," he said, handing her a twenty dollar bill. He then looked at Bernie. "You ready, Sweetheart?" he asked gently. "Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm finished," Bernie agreed and grabbed her purse. "You don't know me, you have no idea who did this, just some guy came in here, you hear?" Richard hissed at Bobbi, grabbed his wife's hand and walked rapidly out of the restaurant. ---- "Aw, there's Mommy's big boy, huh?" Elizabeth smiled happily as Eddie came out of the playroom, dragging his diaper bag behind him. "I swear, all I got to say is 'Mommy's here," and he starts putting all of his toys away and then grabs his bag," Melanie Landry laughed. "Yes, that's Mommy's big boy," Elizabeth agreed and hugged and kissed her son. "How's your dad doing?" Melanie asked. "You know my brother David? He used to work there, at the mattress factory? David Labbe?" "He's doing okay," Elizabeth shrugged. "Adjusting to retirement; hates it, would rather be working." "David says he was a great boss, I swear. David said Big Eddie cried when the factory shut down," Melanie said, gripping her crutches tightly. "Yep, that's my dad," Elizabeth smiled, checking the diaper bag to make sure everything was in there. Okay, see y'all tomorrow, right?" Melanie said as Elizabeth swung the diaper bag's loops over her shoulder. "Bye bye," Eddie cheerfully called out over his mother's shoulder. ---- Paul numbly ate as his mother put food in front of him, but he did not taste any of it. Jake put a beer in his hand and he drank it all in one long gulp. Another beer was treated to the same; Paul just upended it. Then he let himself be dragged into Candy's old bedroom. Pam lovingly knelt on the floor and pulled his work boots off, then his thick work socks. She and Cindy pulled his jeans off, and his shirt, then covered him up. He didn't move when the two women joined him underneath the comforter, didn't react when they both cuddled up to him and cried their tears of loss. If he slept, he didn't know it. If he awoke, he didn't know it. ---- Bernie grunted and groaned as her husband pounded her bowels mercilessly. She clamped her jaw tightly when he grabbed her heavy breasts in an almost inhuman grip. "Ah, God!" she screamed when he tugged at her clitoris and her orgasm caused her to collapse onto the sticky bed. He'd been insatiable, ever since the fight this afternoon. This was the third erection of his, the third time he pounded her back door. "Baby, please," she begged. "No more; my butt hurts. Let me just suck it, okay?" "Sorry," he grunted and pulled his cock out of her rectum. She grabbed the wet washcloth she had on the nightstand and wiped his cock clean of the lubricant and her fecal matter. When she was sure his cock was clean, she lovingly took him into her mouth and began to nuzzle the head of his cock. "Mmmm," she hummed and he groaned and loosed a thin dribble of his semen into her mouth. "You done now?" she asked, stroking his cock as it finally dwindled in size. "Uh huh," he wearily agreed and hugged her to him. "Love you," he said. "Love you too," she agreed and kissed him on the lips. "Dr. Lapin did ask me if I ever had any problems with you know, with constipation," Bernie giggled. "Uh huh? And what'd you tell him?" Richard asked as he arranged his pillow to his liking. "Told him, 'no problem there,'" Bernie laughed. ---- Eddie was sound asleep and Elizabeth turned off his overhead light. The glow of his Bugs Bunny nightlight lighted the room in a soft glow. "And now, some 'ME' time," Elizabeth said as she pulled the large tee shirt she slept in over her head. The bathtub was already filled with hot water and a few scented bath beads filled the room with fragrance. She lighted the five candles on the vanity and shut off the overhead light. With a happy sigh, she slipped into the tub. Normally, she would take two rubber dildos into the bath with her; Missy had heightened her appreciation for anal masturbation. The horrible news of her former classmate's murder had dampened any thought of masturbation. Instead, she just used the time normally spent thrusting the two fake cocks into her pussy and rectum just letting the water soothe her. She toyed lightly with the navel ring and wondered if Missy still wore hers. They'd bought them; Elizabeth had bought them while in Atlanta and they'd had their belly buttons pierced together. It was their 'commitment' rings, a visible sign of their commitment to each other. But Missy balked at moving back to Bender, Louisiana. Missy balked at leaving Atlanta at all. Elizabeth decided to move to Atlanta, to be with her lover, but Missy balked at that as well. "Then what, Missy?" Elizabeth yelled. "What do you want?" "To be free, all right?" Missy screamed back. "God damn, free from what?" Elizabeth asked, exasperated. "Free, Elizabeth. Free. I don't know how to explain it any better," Missy sobbed. Through her tears, Missy was able to convey her hurt; Elizabeth was her link to the past. A past where her father touched her, made disgusting comments, left his sticky semen in her panties. A past where she let a boy fuck her then had to bear his child and endure the agony of childbirth. A past where she had to abandon the child; just give the child away, even though she was sure she would die from the pain it had caused to leave TeddiAnn. And a past where Elizabeth loved her or didn't love her at Elizabeth's whims and needs. "I do love you, I will always love you, but I just can't, I just can't be with you; it hurts too much," Missy wailed. "Whenever I touch this," Elizabeth whispered, touching the navel ring. "I will think of you, you hear?" "And I'll think of you," Missy sobbed, tugging her own navel ring. Elizabeth had to remove the navel ring as her belly swelled, but as soon as diet and exercise had whittled the nearly forty pounds Eddie had put on her, Elizabeth had the ring reinserted. The water was barely lukewarm when she finally flipped the drain open and sluggishly got out of the oily water. She patted her self dry and slipped the ratty old tee shirt on over her head. "Just love a good bath," she said aloud and blew out the candles. ---- Dick Davis didn't believe Bobbi Dublachon for a moment when she said she didn't know the man that had taken care of four Angels 270 gang members. But he didn't press it either; he knew to reveal the name of the man would be to sign the man's death warrant. The Angels 270 would avenge their fallen comrades. He also didn't believe Tommy Collins or the cashier at Early's Grocery Store when they said they didn't know who had assaulted three Angels 270 gang members outside of the grocery store. Just like the four from Manny's, those three were resting at University Medical Center. One of the youths was in a coma, having been dumped into a grocery cart and sent into the path of an oncoming car. But, again, he didn't push it. Whoever this man was, he was doing Dick Davis a huge favor. He was getting those Angels 270 vermin off of the streets of Bender, Louisiana. ---- "Okay, let me see if I can explain it to you," Sonja said tightly into her cell phone. "There was an attack at that crappy little grocery store; there were two murders at that little gym, and there were four more people in some kind of fight at, oh, what was the name of that nasty Mexican place? You know, you took me there once, the little dump? On Highway Nineteen?" Her hard face tightened even more. I am in editing. Understand? Editing; it's my job. "Buddy, I am sorry to disappoint your parents, Buddy. Tell your parents that, all right?" she hissed into her cell phone. "Do you understand me?" Webster 'Buddy' Webb knew she had hung up, even though she did not say 'good bye' or 'I love you' or any terms of endearment. He put the cell phone down and shuddered. All he had done was what any other loving fiancé would do; his wife-to-be was late for a dinner with his parents and he had called, worried. The dinner his mother worked so hard to prepare was now cold and it didn't sound like she'd be coming over for it. "Mother fucker, bitch all up in my face like that, I cap her ass, feel me, dog?" the camera man muttered to the sound engineer. "Heard that; don't care how good the pussy is," the sound engineer agreed. They watched as Sonja Doyeski harassed the program director until the middle aged man just threw his hands up and walked away. Sonja smirked at the camera man and then strode to her office. Chapter 103 Paul woodenly walked through his day. He knotted the tie, and then let Pam undo it, and retie it for him... She kissed him softly, murmured that she loved him. Barbara cried from her crib and Pam scooped the infant up and fussed lovingly over her. "Ready?" Cindy asked quietly. "No," Paul said heavily. "Come on," Cindy said, taking his hand and pulling him to the door. "Paulie," Paul said, trying to pull his hand out of Cindy's hand. "Trish's got him," Cindy reminded him. "And I got Barbara," Pam said, carrying the infant. Pam put the child into the child's seat and the diaper bag at her feet. Paul sat in the front passenger seat and looked out the window at nothing. "God, I still just can't believe it," Cindy mumbled as she started the old Toyota and drove them to the funeral home. "I built this," Paul said to no one. Think this was my third job when we moved back. Remember?" "Never thought we'd ever be using it, though," he finished as the three of them stepped into the foyer. Pam and Paul went into the viewing area; Bobbi and Jake and Jacob were already there. Paul felt the enormity of it all and collapsed before he could reach a pew. "Come on, man," Bob Robichaux urged his son as several worried onlookers watched. "What happened?" Paul dumbly asked. "Fainted," Marie shrugged, trying to smile reassuringly at him. "You okay, Paul?" Rebecca asked her big brother. ---- Cindy knelt down by the white casket and peered at Celine. In death, Celine's face seemed so much younger than her twenty five years; she almost looked like a little girl. "Celine," Cindy whispered. "I know you can hear me. I want you to know, even though I didn't love you like you wanted, I did love you. I did love you, did love being with you. I cry myself to sleep now, because I'll never ever hold you again." She looked around the viewing area; she was the only person in the room. Celine did not have many friends, did not endear herself to many people. She looked back at the casket. "I did love you; just never knew how much until now that you're gone," Cindy whispered again. She stood up and stepped close to the casket. "Good by, Celine. You're taking a big piece of my heart with you," she admitted to the corpse. "Your, ah, your friend?" Lynne Labbe asked as Cindy prepared to leave the room. "Yes," Cindy admitted. "The ah, the family of Ms. Ng have requested that she ah, she be shipped back to South Korea," Lynne quietly informed Cindy. "I know," Cindy said. "That's why I told her good bye. I knew I'd never see her again." "It is hard," Lynne sympathized. "Yes ma'am, it is," Cindy agreed. ---- "Ms. Mouton, you are as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs; what's wrong?" Alicia asked. "Ms. Dumas?" Kelli whispered. "I got a date!" "Oh boy, a first date?" Alicia smiled. "Well now! He a nice young man?" "And handsome!" Kelli enthused. "Well I should hope so," Alicia smiled as they stepped aside to let the horde of children push past them, on their way to recess. Kelli didn't tell Alicia but her date wasn't with one man. It was with two men. After she'd given them her phone number, they'd called her. With one of them on one phone, the other on an extension, they'd talked and laughed and talked some more. Then they'd reminded her of their plans for Thursday night. "Um, so um, which one of y'all am I, I mean, so um, who's my date?" Kelli had stammered, not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings. "Both of us, Wade had laughed. "Yeah," Elliot agreed. "Um, BOTH of y'all?" Kelli squeaked. "Yeah, that's all right, huh?" Elliot asked. "Um, yeah, sure," Kelli said and wished her voice would stop squeaking so damned much. They called her on Tuesday, and again on Wednesday, and now, finally, Thursday was here. "So where's he taking you?" Alicia asked after the throng of children had passed them. "Ruth's Cris Steak House? In Lafayette?" Kelli said. "Never been there, you?" "My husband likes it," Alicia agreed. "Me? I like it when we do burgers on the grill, but Ruth's Cris does have a really great shrimp remoulade." The Broussard Sisters Ch. 11 "And then, we're going up in a helicopter; they... He's a helicopter pilot," Kelli went on. "Just remember, you got work tomorrow morning," Alicia said and smiled down as Richard LaPointe and Gabrielle and Daisy Florez ran past them. "Oh yes ma'am," Kelli smiled. "I reminded them 'I've got work, can't have my butt dragging.'" They approached the doors that led onto the fenced in area and Alicia stepped out into the hot August sun. The squeals and screams and laughter of children were overwhelming but Alicia seemed to not notice the calamity all around her as she surveyed all of her children. ---- "Yo, bitch, what you get me?" the gang member laughed as the elderly woman carried her shopping bag up the sidewalk. "Didn't get you nothing," she screeched at him. "You keep your hands off my stuff!" "Aw now bitch, that ain't nice," the boy laughed. "I mean it, you hooligan, you keep your hands off my stuff!" the old woman screamed. "Hey, hey, ain't got to get all loud and shit," the boy said and punched the old woman in her face. Richard came up behind the boy and put his boot up between the boy's legs. Even the baggy material of the boy's jeans did not protect his genitals from the vicious blow. "Help! Help!" the old woman screamed, bruised nose spurting blood. A well aimed kick to the boy's head and he quit grunting and thrashing on the ground. "Here you go, ma'am," Richard said and helped the old woman to her feet. "Please, don't take my stuff; that's all I got to eat," the old woman sobbed and pleaded with Richard. "Ma'am, I ain't going to take your stuff," Richard said gently to the terrified, disoriented woman. He helped her get her bearings and made sure she arrived at her dilapidated home. "What's your name?" she asked as she fished a dollar bill out of her wallet. "Ma'am, its best if you don't know my name," Richard said and graciously accepted the dollar bill. "Might want to get someone to look at that nose for you, though." ---- Michelle had directed Nadia Doyeski to speak with Elizabeth; Elizabeth kept her anger with Michelle from showing as she welcomed the attractive blonde and her two year old daughter into her office. Ever since her 'discussion' with Michelle, the receptionist had kept her voice professional on the telephone, and stayed off the computer games. But any client that looked like they'd be even the slightest bit difficult or challenging, Michelle steered them right to Elizabeth. After introductions, which included Elizabeth fussing over the cute toddler, Nadia got to the point; her truck was damaged beyond repair. Elizabeth looked at the invoice and at the photographs of the damaged truck. She knew George's Garage, knew them to be honest and trustworthy. She also knew that Leah's husband, John was the owner of the garage after Mr. George had died. "So there's not no problem, right?" Nadia Doyeski asked and again uncrossed and crossed her legs. "Just a question about the police report," Elizabeth said. "What police report?" Nadia asked, leaning forward, giving Elizabeth an unobstructed view down the front of Nadia's loose halter top. Elizabeth could see the glint of gold; Nadia's nipples were pierced. She looked up into the frightened blue eyes of the policy holder. "Precisely," Elizabeth smiled tightly. "Where is the police report? I mean, you tell me this guy hit you, that he ran a red light, and then fled the scene of the accident, but where's the police report? You did call the police, right?" "Well no,' Nadia said. "How could I? He left!" "Ma'am, you still need to call the police, regardless of whether or not he stayed or not," Elizabeth sighed. "But, but," Nadia stuttered. "Let me see what I can do," Elizabeth said. "When did you say this happened?" Nadia sat back in her chair and tried to think. Her position left the bottom of her shorts exposed and Elizabeth could see that the young woman wore white lace panties. Nadia again crossed her legs and Elizabeth tore her eyes from Nadia's lace covered crotch and looked at the blonde woman's face. "The eighteenth; I had just gotten back from Deonia's doctor visit and that was on the eighteenth and we was on our way back and I had to stop at Early's Grocery store 'because Deonia was out of apple juice and she joust loves apple juice and...." Nadia prattled. Elizabeth picked up the telephone and called George's garage. If Nadia noticed, it did not stop her rambling monologue. "Thanks, Mr. Farmer," Elizabeth smiled and hung up. She then called Huvall's Texaco, in Bender. Nadia continued talking. "...And that's when it happened and I barely made it to the parking lot before the wheel fell off," Nadia finished when Elizabeth hung up the telephone. "Uh huh," Elizabeth said and called Captain Charles Velleaux of the DeGarde Police Department. She concluded the telephone call and smiled at Nadia. "Okay, you need to go down to the police department; it's on Lee Road, right off Highway 19 and fill out a police report; they'll help you. Then bring it back here and we'll get this finished up, okay?" "Um, okay," Nadia said. "You're Sonja Doyeski's sister, huh?" Elizabeth asked as Nadia got her things together. "Yes, actually, we're twins," Nadia smiled tightly. "I'm a twin also," Elizabeth smiled. "Really?" Nadia asked, smile relaxing, becoming a true smile. "Yeah, a brother, though," Elizabeth said. "You're so lucky," Nadia said. "A brother would have been cool, instead of a stupid sister who thinks she's some kind of big shot." "Brother Thought he was a big shot too," Elizabeth smiled and fussed over Deonia a little more while Nadia stuffed a juice bottle into her diaper bag. ---- "Remember, I got that meeting tonight," Elaine told her husband as he prepared to leave the house. "And it's at..." he asked. "Six thirty; shouldn't take longer than two, three hours," Elaine said and playfully pinched his buttock. "I mean, Mom's coming over but no dilly dallying, hear?" "Yeah, I dilly dally all the time, huh?" he asked, smiling. "Yep, all the time," she agreed and laughed as he returned the butt pinch. Elaine had been campaigning for her step-father as he ran for re-election for Sheriff of Bender. She walked door to door, handed out brochures, gave impassioned speeches and gave interviews to radio and television stations. "Lala LaPointe is golden said Charlotte Hebert, head of the Lafayette Republican Committee. "Young, pretty, devoted mother and wife." At first Elaine was highly amused when Charlotte Hebert approached her. "Look, lady, I barely finished high school," Elaine laughed. "And, running around after three kids? I don't even have time to think, much less be a politician." "Honey, believe me, you're perfect; you are exactly what we need," Charlotte hastened to assure Elaine. A seat had been vacated on the St. Elizabeth Parish Council when Cecil Coutre died. Elaine agreed to run for the vacant seat; it met twice a month, for two to three hours a meeting, at night. "Plus, it pays a thousand a month; who doesn't need a few extra bucks, huh?" Charlotte pressed. Sherrie Lambert, the Democratic nominee had no chance; she was a severely overweight, shrill forty-something. Elaine was young, attractive, personable and warm. Judge Harold Monroe welcomed the idea of having the young, sexy woman representing Bender on the council. So did Jesse Johnson; Elaine's breasts were impressive indeed. Shelly O'Neil represented Baylor Lake on the council. The obviously homosexual was largely ignored by Judge Monroe and Jesse. So too was Pierre Thibodaux, the representative of Jazz Beach, a very narrow strip of land right on the coast of Louisiana. "Nothing but fishing camps and boat docks out there," Jesse muttered. "People live there, yeah," Pierre insisted in his thick Cajun accent. Cheryl Marneaux, the Flowers representative, did whatever Judge Monroe suggested; the sixty one year old widow did not have an opinion of her own. Which was the specific reason Judge Monroe had hand-picked her for the council seat. Donald Pellichet was the fly in the ointment, the thorn in the side. The black lawyer represented Kimble and would argue and argue any point until finally Judge Monroe would demand a vote. If there was a tie of the six person council, Judge Monroe would cast the deciding vote. "The dumb cunt should be easy enough to talk to," Jesse assured Judge Monroe. "Fuck, Lala barely even finished high school. And what the fuck kind of name is 'Lala' anyway?" "A nick name, I would presume," Judge Monroe said dryly. "Her real name is Elaine." Her first meeting, however, both Judge Monroe and Jesse Johnson saw that they'd misjudged the very attractive young lady. "Honey, you need anything, you got any questions, you don't be afraid to ask, okay?" Jesse said, resting his meaty paw on Elaine's buttock. "Thanks," she beamed up at him. "Now, get your hand off my ass." "Hey, hey, just trying to welcome..." Jesse protested, but did not move his hand. Elaine brought the heel of her shoe down hard on Jesse's well shod foot and ground her heel in for good measure. "I said, 'get your hand off my ass,'" she repeated, loud enough for everyone in the large conference room to hear her. "Aahh!" Jesse sucked in great lungful of air, unable to scream or cry out. "And I suppose we should now bring this meeting to order," Judge Monroe said as Jesse groaned and hobbled around, trying hard not to cry out. Secretly, he was amused; Jesse Johnson may be his cohort, his confidant in matters relating to running St. Elizabeth Parish, but Judge Monroe regarded Jesse Johnson as an idiot and a buffoon. Truthfully, Judge Monroe regarded everyone as buffoons, very much below his intellect and stature. "Oh God, I hope I'm not late, Shelly simpered as he dashed in. Now, can we begin this meeting?" Judge Monroe huffed, expecting precise punctuality out of his council members. "Oh God, bitch, I better not have any broken bones, you hear?" Jesse grunted as he gingerly sat in his seat directly across from Elaine at the long table. "I told you to get your hand off of me, you did not," Elaine said easily. "And, do not call me bitch. I do not appreciate such derogatory language, do you understand?" "Well, now, you're getting off on the right foot," Donald Pellichet laughed. And held out his hand. "Donald Pellichet, Kimble Representative." "Lala Lapointe, Bender rep," Elaine smiled and shook his hand. "Fucking N*gger," Jesse mumbled under his breath. "Want to say that out loud, tough guy?" Donald yelled at Jesse. "Huh, big man? Want to say that out loud? To my face?" Ethel Yaks, a tall, bone thin red head with a horrible hair style and thin face a splotch of freckles, sat, waiting to take the minutes of the meeting. "Again, let us now call the meeting to order," Judge Monroe barked, thoroughly disgusted at all the interruptions. "Uh huh, that's what I thought," Donald glared at Jesse. Elaine watched as Ethel read the minutes of the last meeting. She grimaced as the woman constantly looked to Judge Monroe for his approval. If Jesse and Judge Monroe thought Donald Pellichet was a pain in the ass, he was a sweetheart compared to Lala Lapointe. She questioned every motion, every expenditure, even those of her new friend, Donald. "Honey, we don't have time to explain everything to you," Jesse grumbled, trying to belittle her. "You'd better find the time; a lot of people expect me to do something besides just sit in this chair and pick my nose," Elaine stated firmly. "And I'm sure they'd like to know why we're accepting a higher bid when Clark's bid is nearly nine thousand dollars less." "There are extenuating..." Judge Monroe cut in. "There was a factory shut-down in Bender," Elaine interrupted him. "A major source of employment and income and taxes for Bender, DeGarde, Flowers, Kimble and other neighboring areas. The 'extenuating circumstances' are this, Your Honor. Income from taxes will be coming down and will continue to drop. We don't have the wherewithal to play 'good old boy' and 'brother' deals." Jesse seethed; Keith Blanchard had slipped him a tidy little sum of cash for his vote. Judge Monroe pursed his lips; Keith Blanchard had brought a sweet little blonde from Texas; the girl swore she was only eighteen. She cooed and giggled as Judge Monroe had slapped her ass, then fucked her hot little blonde muff. "I agree, yeah," Pierre said. "I done had three camps just up and gone; they can't afford to come around no more." "If I may," Judge Monroe cleared his throat and again tried to persuade the council to vote for Blanchard's proposal. "Apples to apples?" Elaine said, shaking her blonde head. "It does not make a bit of sense to approve Blanchard's bid. Period." Elaine was sure that tonight's meeting would be more of the same; Judge Monroe, even though he was supposed to simply moderate the meeting, would foist his opinions on the council, try to dictate to them how they should vote. Jesse Johnson would push his own agenda and try to squash any other agenda that might be brought up. He would also try to squash any opposition to his agenda. ---- "Okay," Bernie said as she fastened the nurse's cap on her profuse bush of hair. "You about ready?" "Uh huh," Richard said, his erection quite evident. "Honey, you get a stiffie every time I put on my uniform?" Bernie giggled "Damn right," Richard said. "Well, it'll have to wait until morning, okay?" Bernie said, kissing him happily. "Fine, fine," Richard playfully complained. He took a quarter out of his pocket and threw it on the floor in front of her. "Oops, looks like you dropped a quarter there, Honey," Richard said. "Uh uh!" Bernie laughed. "Ain't no way I'm bending over to pick that up! Not in front of you!" ---- The Very Reverend Zechariah Smith watched as the blonde and the brunette wandered his used car lot. Time and again, they'd return to the Toyota Tundra. "Want to take it for a spin?" he asked, opening the door to the sales office. The heat of the August afternoon nearly staggered him, but he pasted a smile on his pudgy face and waddled to the two young ladies. "Sinful, just sinful," he muttered to himself, looking at their short shorts and halter tops that left a goodly portion of their midsection exposed. "Displaying their flesh without a care in the world. They're both going to Hell; they'll both be Satan's whores, but do they care?" "Hi; bought my pick up here, oh, about four years ago?" Dee Jones said, smiling. "Yeah, then I got it totaled," Nadia chimed in. "Oh, no! I hope you weren't hurt?" Reverend Smith asked, patting the blonde girl's hand in condolence. "No, no, scared me a lot, though," Nadia agreed. "Oh, I'll bet," Reverend Smith agreed. "Yeah, some drunk goober ran a red light and hit me," Nadia said. "How much?" Dee asked, indicating the truck. He named a price and Nadia shrugged. "Open it up?" Dee asked. He watched as the two girls bent over the hood, scrambled into the rear compartment, squatted and looked underneath the truck. Their gyrations let the man know that they both had pierced nipples and the brunette was not wearing panties. The blonde, at least had the decorum to wear a plain white thong. "Okay," Dee said to Nadia. "Take it for a drive; I'll watch Deonia. Come back, tell me what you think." Reverend Smith looked over at the BMW the girls had come in and noticed a sleeping toddler in the back seat of the car. "Oh, what a darling little baby," he lied, not finding anything cute about babies at all. "Yours?" "Yes, well, Nadia's her mom, but we're raising her," Dee said easily. "Oh!" Reverend Smith said, comprehending. To himself he muttered, "so, not only are you two harlots, you're also deviants. Yes, Satan will welcome the two of you with open arms." Nadia came back and announced that she did like the truck. "All right we take it down to George's Garage; have them looked it over?" Dee asked the rotund man. "Well now, I don't rightly trust George's; they're not, ah, how shall I say this?" he intoned, pursing his lips. "They're not exactly on the up and up, know what I mean?" "Really?' Dee asked him, smirking slightly. "Then why'd you tell me to use them and only them? When I bought the last truck from you?" "Ah, well," he stammered slightly. "That was what? Four years ago? They uh, well, since then, you see, they've gone through a few rough spots and uh..." "Okay, one more time, it okay if we take it down to George's and let Mr. Farmer take a look at it?" Dee asked. "Well, if you're going to do that, I'd prefer it if you'd use the people at Huvall's Texaco, right there on..." Reverend Smith said. Huvall's had approached Reverend Smith with a 'business proposition,' send his business their way and they'd give his cars a clean bill of health. George's Garage would do no such thing, unless the car did have a clean bill of health. Otherwise, they'd tell the client exactly what they were buying. "I wouldn't let those idiots work on my bicycle," Dee snorted. "You know, there was that pick up truck over at Cutter's? The one in Baylor Lake? that real pretty blue one?" Nadia reminded Dee. The Reverend knew that, as more and more people fell onto hard times, his lot and Cutter's lot would be flooded with used cars. More used cars meant that his prices would have to come down if he was going to keep afloat. "Last chance; it okay if we take it to George's and let Mr. Farmer look at it?" Dee asked, fishing her car keys out of her pocket. "Fine, fine, but anything he says, I want it in writing," Reverend Smith bluffed. "Uh huh," Dee said and handed her car keys to Nadia. "Meet you down there; I want to see how this truck handles." Reverend Smith had to adjust his trousers; when Dee climbed into the cab of the pick up truck, her shorts gaped open, displaying her hairless pubic mound, pale pink pussy lips, and several bright gold rings to his lecherous gaze. "Won't be long; he's already expecting us," Nadia called out to Dee. "Good," Dee acknowledged. "Well, little Miss Smarty Pants," Reverend Smith muttered as Dee drove the truck off the lot. "I'll get it out of you in the financing charges." ---- "Ashes to ashes," Father Gregory chanted in a hollow monotone. Paul, Cindy, and Pam sobbed and clung to each other at the gravesite. Next to them, Jake and Bobbi Broussard clung to each other as their daughter was laid to rest. "Why?" Paul asked aloud, for the millionth time. And for the millionth time, no one had any answer. "Bye bye Candy," Rebecca Robichaux quietly said to her sister. "Again, I have no words to tell you how truly sorry I am," Father Gregory quietly told the sobbing family. The priest walked away, leaving the mourners to their grief. Little by little, individuals and small clusters of people also left. Finally, it was just Paul, Cindy, Pam, Trish, Jake and Bobbi and Jacob, Bob, Marie and Rebecca and Emily Broussard. Paul hefted his son up onto his shoulders and smiled sadly as the boy giggled happily. "I big!" Paulie cheered. "Yeah, boy, you are," Paul agreed and carried him to the Toyota. "We'll take Barbara," Pam offered, already buckling the infant into the car seat of Trish's car. "Where to?" Cindy asked quietly. "Fuck, I don't know," Paul said. "Home?" Cindy asked. Paul looked at her for a long moment, and then looked out the window. "Yeah, Baby, take me home," he said. Cindy started the car, felt more nausea well up, then quickly opened the car door and vomited onto the ground. Ooh!" she groaned as her stomach emptied onto the ground. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 12 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 106 "Baby, wake up," Cindy hissed into Paul's ear. "Huh?" Paul drunkenly grumbled. "Baby, please wake up," Cindy whimpered as another contraction stabbed at her insides. "Baby's coming?" Pam asked, wide awake. "I think so," Cindy whimpered. "Paul, wake up," Pam loudly ordered, unmindful of the two sleeping children in the bedroom. "Shh don't wake Paulie and Barbara," Cindy shushed. "We could light firecrackers in here; they're asleep, they're asleep," Pam said and gathered up Cindy's sweat pants and sweat shirt. "Come on, let's get you ready. "Baby's coming?" Paul mumbled. "Yeah, you put it in there, least you could do is help get it out," Pam joked as she helped Cindy scoot over to the edge of the bed. "Okay, fuck I got a headache," Paul complained as she staggered to the bathroom. "Oh, ow, aw damn, that hurts!" Cindy gasped as another contraction stabbed at her. "Damn, how far apart are they?" Pam asked. "Don't know, I forgot to be counting," Cindy gasped. Pam helped Cindy pull her sweat pants up, then drew the sweat shirt on. "Let me get your socks," Pam ordered as Cindy tried to get to her feet. "Pam, I'm just going from the door to the car, then from the car to the hospital," Cindy argued. "It is twenty degrees outside," Pam ordered. "Put the socks on." "Well yes ma'am!" Cindy saluted. "I'm not taking any chances with my god daughter," Pam snapped. Paul returned to the bedroom, crawled into the bed and was again snoring in mere seconds. "Tempted to just leave his ass here," Pam confided to Cindy. "Yeah, but he'd be pretty hurt he missed this," Cindy agreed. Pam left Cindy to the task of waking Paul up while she bustled down the hall to Trish's bedroom. "Hey Trish?" she called out from the hallway. "Huh? What?" Trish sleepily muttered. "Baby's coming; need you to keep an eye on Paulie and Barbara," Pam said. "Miss Bobbi's picking them up at seven so you got to open Shapes, okay?" "Damn, what some people will do to get out of having to open up early," Trish joked. "I'll keep you up to date," Pam promised as she returned to the master bedroom. ---- "Woo Hoo, last day of school for a whole two weeks!" Trey whooped as he and Richard got ready for school. "And then it's going to be Christmas!" Richard happily agreed. "Trish mass!" Carmen crowed from her high chair. "Oh, that's right!" Elaine said as she spooned out the grits. "I knew there was something special happening. It must be Christmas!" "And remember, I told Santa Claus I want a puppy," Richard reminded his mother. "A puppy? And what would we do with a puppy?" Elaine asked. "Well, you feed it and you love it," Richard tried to explain to his mother. "And you play with it and you teach it all kind of stuff." "How about a turtle?" Charlie asked. "You can teach a turtle all kind of stuff too." "Or a fish?" Elaine asked. "You can play with a fish, right?" "What?" Richard cried out. "No you can't!" ---- Elise rubbed the puppy's belly while Dick got ready for work. "Aw, it's so cute!" Elise enthused. "It's useless," Dick said as he buckled his belt. "Dad! It is not!" Elise laughed. "A good police dog? Now that's a good animal. A whining, wiggling little poop machine? That's useless," Dick corrected as he grabbed his hat. "Uh huh," Carmen laughed. "And who's the one picked this one out? This one? Had to be this one? For his grandson? Huh? Who was that?" "I don't know what you're talking about," Dick said straight-faced. "Uh huh; you two be careful at work today," Carmen smiled and kissed her husband lovingly. "You too," he said, then grabbed the yapping puppy. "Come on, you useless poop machine, into your box." "Dad, poor thing's going to think that's its name," Elise laughed as she shrugged on her heavy coat. ---- "Mom?" Cindy groaned as another contraction hit. "I'm right here, Baby," Emily said as she took her daughter's hand. "Mom, I'm sorry; I know, I know it wasn't right for me to be having Paul's baby, but..." Cindy tearfully confessed. "Little late for that now," Emily smiled. "I was kind of hoping it was going to be a boy; I was going to name him after Daddy," Cindy sobbed as yet another contraction pummeled into her. "He would have loved that," Emily admitted. Emily hugged her daughter tightly. "He would have been proud of you," Emily went on. "I mean, yeah, at first he would have been pretty upset, but then he would have gotten over it and then he would have loved you even more." "I miss him so much, Mom," Cindy sobbed. "Shh, me too," Emily admitted. Downstairs, in the small cafeteria, Pam made sure Paul put plenty of carbohydrates into his body, to help absorb the alcohol. She also made sure that he drank all of his juice; his body craved the sugars that alcohol turns into when the body drinks it. "We need to hurry," Paul mumbled. "She was only seven centimeters when we left; she needs to be at least ten centimeters before we need to start worrying about it," Pam insisted. ---- "Hey, um, look, Christmas is coming up," Oscar said into the phone. "Must be why they keep playing all those crappy songs on the radio," Elizabeth smiled. "Yeah, I kind of thought that might be it, so I looked it up on Google, and sure enough, Christmas is coming up," Oscar said. "Uh huh?" Elizabeth asked. "And um, what you think Eddie would like for Christmas?" Oscar asked. Elizabeth felt her heart swell. The man was so sweet. He came over to the house and played with Eddie, didn't fuss when their dates had to include Eddie (when Dad and Daphne weren't available, or Gordon was being unreasonable) and even smiled when Eddie slipped up and called him 'Dada.' He also didn't complain when Nadia and Deonia joined them (sooner or later, Elizabeth realized, she was going to have to divulge to Oscar that Nadia and she were more than just roommates, but for now, she was enjoying being with him. She wasn't sure he'd still be around when he found out that she and Nadia were lovers.) Twice now, Elizabeth's had to call Oscar and ask him to drive out to Melanie's and pick up Eddie and he had dropped what he was doing with no complaints. Once was because the trial she was testifying in had run over, the other was because she was still in a board meeting in Lafayette. Both times, she'd come to his house to pick up Eddie, to find that Eddie was bathed and already in his pajamas, Oscar had cooked them a meal and there was a glass of chilled white wine waiting for her. "Well, you know he loves trains," Elizabeth said. "Okay, I'm on it," Oscar said and hung up. "Nadia's on the phone for you, Miss Baggett," Jacy Kay, her new receptionist cut into Elizabeth's smile. "Thanks," Elizabeth said, fighting down her anger. "Yes, Nadia?" Elizabeth asked. "Hey, um, I'm, you know what you're getting Deonia?" Nadia asked. "I told you, that fairy princess thing she keeps wanting to play with whenever she sees it," Elizabeth responded, again, fighting down her temper. Nadia was a beautiful girl, and was actually quite intelligent, when she decided to be. But she could also be as dumb as a box of bricks when it suited her, which was most of the time. Nadia didn't know what to say. What she wanted to say was "Please stop seeing Oscar. Please love me as much as I love you, please stop breaking my heart." But she didn't know what words to use. After a moment of silence, Elizabeth ended the call so she could get started on her work day ahead. Elizabeth wasn't ignorant. She knew what Nadia was feeling. But she had been completely upfront and honest with Nadia from the moment they first kissed. She was attracted to Nadia, but she was more attracted to men. She had been attracted to Nadia. Now, Nadia's clingy, needy, whiney behavior was pushing Elizabeth further and further away. "Nadia on the phone, Miss Baggett," Jacy's voice cut in again. "Hello?" Elizabeth asked, trying very hard not to snap. "You going to be home for dinner tonight, or you and Oscar already got plans?" Nadia asked. "No, no, I'll be home for dinner," Elizabeth said. Nadia hung up the telephone, looked around, and decided to get busy. The house was a little messy; Elizabeth normally did the cleaning, but because of work, and Eddie, and Christmas shopping, and Oscar, the housework had fallen a little behind. Nadia pulled her long blonde hair into a pony-tail, grabbed a mop bucket, rubber gloves, and the pine scented disinfectant. She didn't need to worry about Deonia; Miss Daphne had come by bright and early and begged to take both three year olds to see Santa, then back to the condo afterward for lunch, so Nadia had until at least one o'clock to clean the house. "That was real sweet of her to do that," Nadia reflected. Daphne didn't need to take Deonia; she wasn't even related to Deonia, but didn't think it would be fair to take her grandson and not take his friend too. Moments after she started, Nadia was winded. Cleaning was a lot harder than it looked. She wondered how Elizabeth made it look so easy. "Well, she doesn't use as much disinfectant, that's for sure," Nadia wheezed as the strong smelling cleaning solution burned her eyes. ---- Kelli smiled warmly as her second grade students put small Christmas presents on the desk for her. "I told my momma you're the best teacher I ever had so we got you this," TeddiAnn said, smiling happily. "This is from both Sophia and me," Freddy Dumas said and signed, smiling proudly. ---- "Miss Alicia?" Jamie asked, peering around the door. "Yes, Jamie?" Alicia smiled at the small girl. "Miss Alicia, my mommy and me? We got you this; it's for Christmas," Jamie said, bringing a small gift wrapped box to the desk. "Oh, thank you, Sweetheart!" Alicia smiled, noticing that Jamie's smile was missing a few teeth. "My mommy says you're her best friend in the whole wide world but she didn't know what else to get you so we got you this and she hopes you like it," Jamie said in a rush of words. "Well, I'm sure I'll love it," Alicia smiled. "Is it okay if I open it right now?" "Sure!" Jamie agreed. Inside the small box was a small Christmas ornament with a small photograph of April and her daughter, Jamie. "Jamie, I'm, well, I just don't know what to say, this is so beautiful," Alicia said. "As soon as I get home, this is going right on my Christmas tree." "You like it?" Jamie asked, excited. "Like it? I LOVE it," Alicia smiled and gave the small child a hug. ---- Elaine Pulled up to Early's grocery store and found a parking spot. In the back seat, Carmen sat in her car seat, making up songs about Christmas. Shit," Elaine cursed as a car, loaded down with Angels 270 members, pulled up next to her mini-van. She turned the key to start the minivan when the first bullet shattered the driver's window. Nearly forty bullets struck her before the Angels 270 members decided it was time to go. From her car seat in the back, Carmen screamed and cried for her mommy. ---- "Oh, my God, she is so beautiful!" Emily said, holding Cassandra Emily Broussard. Cindy had debated with herself for months whether r not to give her baby Paul's last name. As the months of pregnancy wore on, his drunkenness forced her to make the painful decision that, while his name would be on the child's birth certificate, it would be only as the child's father. Even now, looking into his blue eyes, filled with hurt, she still felt that she had made the right decision. "Oh my God, I love her so much!" Pam gushed, looking at the wrinkled up face and the carrot colored hair. "She is beautiful," Paul agreed, and gave his lover a kiss. "Let me see," Jake Broussard demanded, coming into the room. "Hi Mr. Jake," Cindy called out from the bed. "Oh, my God, looks like a drowned rat," Jake said. "Shut up she does not!" Pam squealed. "And you named her Candy?" Jake asked, letting a few tears slide down his face. "Of course," Cindy said, welcoming the loving hug from the man that had been a second father to her from the age of five years old. "Where's Miss Bobbi?" Pam asked, taking Candy from Emily. "Be here in a minute; tried to get Barbara to come with me; she won't let go of Maw-maw," Jake said, letting a few more tears slide down as he looked at the small infant. "Okay, all of y'all, out, time for the mommy to learn how to take care of that baby," an older nurse walked in. ---- "Oh my fucking God, God! No!" Dick screamed when he pulled into the parking lot of Early's grocery store. He could see that it was Elaine's minivan that the two police cars were partitioning off. The two police cruisers had their lights flashing. An ambulance was also there, but its lights were off. "God! No!" Dick screamed, seeing the driver's door of the minivan, seeing all the bullet holes that adorned it. "I'm sorry, Dick, Orville Jackson quietly said as he approached his boss. "I'm real sorry." "God damn it! Why?" Dick screamed at the top of his lungs, lunging out of the car. "Granddaughter's in my car; she's fine, there were two bullets in the car seat, but thank God, she didn't get hit," Orville said quietly as Dick knelt down by the door of the minivan, looking at the blood soaked driver's seat. "Who did this?" Dick snarled at Orville. "Huh? Who did this?" "Clerk says she saw one of them sedans, you know, low to the ground, pull up next to Elaine, next thing, sounded like World war three out here, then they pulled out of here. She got the last four numbers off the license plate," Officer Eric Green said. "Ran the numbers, got a hit for a Carlos Naquin, Becky and Sam are on it." "I want them," Dick snarled. "You hear me? I want them little mother fuckers, I want them in my jail, NOW!" "You um, you going to um, you going to tell Carmen what happened?" Orville asked. Dick's face went from beet red anger to pale white in milliseconds. "Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God," Dick chanted. "Orville, oh my God, how in the fuck am I going to tell her momma? Huh? How am I going to tell her momma? Her sister! How am I going to tell Elise her big sister's gone?" "You tell them, you tell them I'm real sorry," Orville said, turning away so his boss wouldn't see the tears. ---- "What on..." Daphne exclaimed as she walked into the house. She couldn't help but smirk as Nadia groaned weakly. "You do know you're not supposed to use that stuff full strength, right?" she gently asked the young woman as she helped her stand and walked her to the front door. "It didn't really smell like it'd do anything when I added water to it," Nadia whined. "Uh huh," Daphne said and put Nadia into the front seat of her car. Daphne went back into the house, opening all the windows. She smirked when she saw the remnants of a sponge sitting on the counter and tried hard not to laugh when she saw the linoleum beginning to peel away. The mop was just a stick, the cotton strands completely eaten away by the strong corrosive solution. She took the mop solution out and dumped it onto the driveway, directly on an old faded oil stain. She took the mop bucket inside and filled it with water and left it in the sink. Then, she closed up all the windows and locked them, turned the air conditioning unit to 'fan' and locked up the house. "Elizabeth Baggett, please," Daphne told Jacy Kay when Jacy answered. "This is Elizabeth," Elizabeth answered after a moment. "Hi Elizabeth," Daphne said cheerfully. "Guess what? You're having dinner at our house tonight, okay? Oh, and you're spending the night too. Don't worry, I already have Eddie and Nadia and Deonia and okay?" "Daphne, what's going on? Nadia said she was fixing dinner," Elizabeth said, concerned. "Oh, I'm sure she planned to, but she's kind of worn out right now," Daphne said cheerfully. "Oh, and could you get me that guy's name? The friend of yours; the one that does house repairs?" "Daphne, what's going on?" Elizabeth demanded. "Oh, and don't go home when you get off; let me and Nadia take care of it, all right?" Daphne said. "Daphne, what's going on?" Elizabeth said, growing irritated. "I'm sorry," Nadia sobbed. "Elizabeth, nothing is going on that can't be fixed, okay?" Daphne said, remaining cheerful for the sake of the two children in the back seat of the car. "Okay? Just remember that. It can be fixed." She got Paul's phone number and hung up. Then she patted Nadia's shoulder. "Don't worry; it'll be all right," she smiled. "Actually, this works out great; Big Eddie and I were racking our brains trying to figure out what to get her for Christmas. New counter tops and new floors is perfect." "I was just trying to clean the place up; she's been working so hard," Nadia sobbed. "Well, it got cleaned up all right," Daphne said. ---- Elise looked up nervously when Dick walked in; no one would tell her anything. She smiled tightly when he handed Carmen to her. "Leesie, come see," he said quietly. "Why you got Carmen; where's Lala?" Elise asked. "Baby, come on," Dick said and guided his step-daughter to his office. Carmen was sleeping soundly, exhausted. Elise sat down in the hard wooden chair and, even knowing it was impossible, tried to get comfortable. "Honey, there's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to say it," Dick sighed. ---- Cathy Holloway smiled happily as she and Ray herded their four children toward the SUV. Crystal was complaining, but that was nothing new; she was such a surly child anyway. Taylor was whining about something, probably about some video game he would rather be playing then going out to eat to celebrate Crystal's eighteenth birthday, and Rayona's eight birthdays. Rochelle, as usual, was trying to get between her and Ray; the sixteen year old had a major crush on her step-father. And Rayona was crowding Crystal; she adored her big sister. "I told you, Puta, no one disrespects the Angels 270," a young man sneered and fired a shotgun. Cathy screamed as Ray's head exploded. The second shot tore her chest open and she fell to the ground, dead. The second gang member put three bullets into Taylor's chest before the skinny boy could run. A third gang member pumped two bullets into Rochelle's face. The second gang member shot Rayona in the head . The first gang member shot Crystal in the face with his shotgun. Then the gang members got back into their car and drove away. It had taken the three boys less than five seconds to slaughter the family. ---- Dick drove to his wife's office, dreading what lay ahead of him. It had been hard enough when he had to tell the family members of victims that their loved ones wouldn't be coming home ever again. Bender was a small town; often, it had been friends, neighbors he'd had to give the devastating news. This was the first time it was a family member. This was the first time it was a daughter. "Why, God?" he asked himself as he pulled in front of Carmen's office. ---- Trey was sullen as he marched from the bus stop to his house. He didn't get a single present today, and his stupid brother got two, one from Daisy Florez and one from Gabrielle Florez. Lucy and Jamie both told him he was a big poo-poo head and they didn't like him. But Richard got two girls that liked him. "And see, this Hot Wheels' got this..." Richard continued prattling about his gift. Trey jerked the car out of his brother's hand and hurled it down the street. "Hey!" Richard burst into tears and ran after the toy. Bernie managed to slam on the brakes just as the small child ran right in front of her car. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 12 "God damn it! What is wrong with you?" Charlie bellowed at his son and gave Trey two sharp slaps to his rear end. Trey stared in shock at his father. His father had never raised his voice, had never spanked him before. "Go to your room, Right now!" Charlie ordered the child. Trey ran, sobbing, to his home. "And you!" Charlie yelled at Richard. "You could have been killed? What in the hell is so God damned important that you would run right into a busy street?" "My girlfriend gave me this!" Richard sobbed as he showed his father the precious car. "Go. Go to your room," Charlie said, deflated. "Ma'am? You all right?" he gently asked Bernie who was still trying to catch her breath. Bernie finally let out the terrified scream that had been captive in her throat. "Oh, my God I could have killed that little boy!" Bernie shrilled, horrified. "Yeah, it would have been the perfect end to this day," Charlie mused then slowly walked up the driveway into his home. He had to tell two boys that their beautiful, loving mother would never be coming home ever again. Elise was there, fixing their dinner, woodenly going through the motions. "They're upstairs, both crying; you already told them?" she quietly asked as he entered the house. "No; trey threw some stupid car of Richard's out into the street; Richard almost got hit by a car, I gave Trey a bit of an ass warming, and now I got to go up there and tell them that Lala's gone," Charlie told his sister. "And that's not even the worst of it." "What's worse?" Elise asked, baffled. "You're cooking," Charlie forced a smile. ---- "And here's Mommy," Daphne smiled as they heard a car screech to a stop. The front door slammed open and Elizabeth entered, making a beeline for Nadia. "Hi Elizabeth!" Daphne called out cheerfully and intercepted her step-daughter and gave the angry woman a tight hug. "Not. In. Front. Of. The. Children," she hissed into Elizabeth's ear. "She destroyed my house!" Elizabeth hissed back. "Yes she did," Daphne agreed, still holding the struggling Elizabeth tightly. "Nadia?" Daphne called out. "Think you could check on the gravy?" "Yes Miss Daphne," Nadia agreed and bustled into the kitchen. "Come on, into the study," Daphne hissed and herded Elizabeth into the small room. "Yes, this is where you and Nadia will be sleeping tonight, see the couch opens up into a sleeper sofa," Daphne said loudly as Eddie and Deonia played with TeddiAnn. "Daphne, my kitchen is ruined!" Elizabeth growled as soon as Daphne closed the door. "And did you see her hands? They're all blistered from that cleaning solution," Daphne said, pouring two glasses of Big Eddie's scotch. "You're supposed to add water!" Elizabeth yelled. "Yes, but she didn't," Daphne smiled and handed one of the glasses to Elizabeth. "Now, let's see why your Dad likes this stuff so much, huh?" "And my floors! Even the bathroom's ruined!" Elizabeth coughed out as the scotch burned her throat. "You said it best when you said she ruined your house," Daphne calmly agreed. "My house!" Elizabeth yelled again. "Uh huh, It is your house," Daphne said and again hugged her step-daughter. "But its Nadia's home," she said quietly. "Wait, what?" Elizabeth asked. "Elizabeth, it is your house; you pay all the bills, you pick out all the furniture, you make all the major decisions," Daphne explained and made a face as she sipped the scotch. "But it is where Nadia goes to feel safe, to feel loved, to feel happy. It's your house, but it is her home. All she was trying to do was clean her home, and hopefully make it more your home too." "You know, don't you?" Elizabeth asked quietly, blushing hotly. "That y'all are lovers? Yes. So what?" Daphne said and took Elizabeth's empty glass and pressed her own into Elizabeth's hand. "God, this stuff is horrible. Give me a good Farrisoie, or even just a crisp white wine, huh?" "It's not that bad," Elizabeth blushed, averting her eyes away from her step-mother. "Not that good either," Daphne said. She smiled at her step-daughter. Elizabeth coughed down the rest of the scotch and pursed her lips. "Okay, think you can say 'hi' to her without killing her?" Daphne asked. Nadia watched fearfully as Elizabeth strode toward her and cringed down. Elizabeth took Nadia's hands into her own and looked at the red, raw, blistered flesh, then kissed each hand lightly. "You're supposed to add water," Elizabeth said quietly. "I will next time," Nadia whispered and burst into tears of relief. "I am still so mad at you," Elizabeth assured the girl as she hugged her tightly. "But I do understand what you were trying to do." "I love you so much," Nadia sobbed as she held Elizabeth tightly. ---- Dr. Yuan sighed as he picked the pellets from the girl's face. Her left eye was a complete loss as was a good portion of her left ear. As of yet, they did not know if there was any hearing loss; every time she regained consciousness, she screamed in horror until they sedated her again. "Anything yet?" a detective tiredly asked. Dr. Yuan began the litany of the extent of her injuries and the detective tiredly shook his head. "No, I mean, she able to tell us anything yet?" the detective asked. "Oh, oh, no sir," the doctor said. "She is still too traumatized; we'll see how she is in morning, okay, thank you, you come soon, okay, bye bye." "I notice you speak perfect fucking English unless I'm asking you a question you don't have an answer for, Doctor," the detective said, sneering. ---- They ate the chicken and gravy; even Eddie and Deonia ate with little fuss. Elizabeth engaged TeddiAnn in conversation about Christmas. "And can you believe it? Miss Mouton gave us homework!" TeddiAnn shrilled. "Oh?" Daphne asked. "Yeah, we're supposed to write two hundred words on what Christmas means!" TeddiAnn said, outraged that she would have homework over the Christmas holidays. "Well, that shouldn't be too hard," Big Eddie smiled. "I mean, you already know what Christmas is about, right? See, there was this big tornado and it picked up Dorothy's house and..." "Daddy, that's 'Wizard of Oz,'" Elizabeth smiled. "Oh? Um, then it's about this kid named Jack, and he's taking the family cow to market, and them this guy offers him some magic beans and..." Big Eddie smiled. "I think that's 'Jack and the Beanstalk,'" Daphne smiled. "TeddiAnn, why don't you tell us about Christmas, okay?" ---- Pam drove down I-10, Paul sleeping soundly next to her. He wasn't drunk; there had been nothing for him to drink at the hospital. But he had been in an increasingly bad mood as the day progressed; she was grateful he was finally asleep. Miss Bobbi and Mr. Jake said they would keep Paulie and Barbara; Paul didn't even seem to notice that his two children weren't with them. Pam wondered for the thousandth time why she wasn't pregnant. Paul's semen seemed to be fine; Paulie, Barbara, and now Candy were proof of that. A tear trickled down her cheek. "Maybe God thinks I don't deserve to be a Mommy," she said aloud. "Huh?" Paul woke up and looked around in mild confusion. He sat up straighter and looked at the landscape. "Oh, hey, stop by Early's, okay?" Paul asked as Pam put the blinker on to pull off at the DeGarde/Bender exit. ---- "Your um, your brother's getting out next week," Big Eddie said as he sipped his scotch. "You're kid... I thought he had another year and a half?" Elizabeth asked, safe and warm in a pair of Daphne's sweat pants and sweat shirt. Nadia, dressed in one of Big Eddie's tee shirts, leaned heavily against Elizabeth, tired from her ordeal. "Yes well, he um, somehow he managed to..." Big Eddie cleared his throat. "He got a hold of some really bad meth and it ate up his liver and his kidneys and now he needs a double transplant and it's not very likely he'll ever get one," Big Eddie spat out. "So, rather than deal with him, Dequincy has decided the 'Humane' thing to do is to give him an early release so WE'RE the ones have to deal with in." "Where's he going to go?" Daphne asked, sipping her wine. "Hell, I don't know," he said, sipping his scotch. "Momma can't take him?" Elizabeth asked. "She CAN, but she won't," he said, almost angrily. "What? Why not?" Elizabeth asked, angrily. "This is your brother?" Nadia asked and pulled the hem of the tee shirt down to her knees. "Yes," Elizabeth spat. "He's in pretty bad shape, on dialysis twice a week; your mother says she doesn't have time to run him back and forth," Big Eddie sighed. Doesn't have time to help him; he's almost in a wheelchair right now." "I'll do it," Nadia volunteered. "What?" Elizabeth asked, looking at the selfish, immature girl. "I said 'I'll do it,'" Nadia repeated. "I know where the dialysis center is, it's right there on Banks street, in DeGarde; I got the truck so I can get him back and forth. It'll be fine." "Okay, that's the dialysis taken care of, but..." Daphne said. "Elizabeth, he's your brother; he can stay in the spare bedroom," Nadia said, looking at Elizabeth. "Nadia, you don't know what you're saying," Elizabeth insisted. "He's your brother," Nadia repeated. "And um, has some problems," Daphne said. "Who doesn't?" Nadia asked, seriously. "I'll tell you later," Elizabeth muttered. "No, tell me now," Nadia said, voice rising a few decibels. "He, Elizabeth's brother, um, is somewhat fixated on Elizabeth," Big Eddie said. "And? You said it yourself, he's in bad shape," Nadia said. "You really think you're going to be able to do this?" Elizabeth asked. "For you, I will," Nadia promised. "I mean it; once he's in our house, there's no saying 'oh, this is too hard, I changed my mind,'" Elizabeth said. "I said I will do it," Nadia agreed. "Okay," Big Eddie said. "I guess it's settled then; good night." "Yep, that folds down into a sleeper sofa; it's actually not bad; I've slept on it before," Daphne said. "You said 'our house,'" Nadia bubbled as Elizabeth took the cushions off the couch. "Huh?" Elizabeth asked, looking at her. "You said, 'when he's in our house, there's no changing my mind," Nadia smiled happily. "And I mean it," Elizabeth said. "It's my house too, right?" Nadia smiled "Yes, you big pain in the ass, it's your house too," Elizabeth laughed, hitting Nadia with a pillow. "You'll see," Nadia said as they lay down on the mattress. "I'm not stupid; you'll see." "That's the problem, Nadia," Elizabeth sighed. "I KNOW you're not stupid." ---- The images kept replaying, over and over; Ray's head exploding, Mom's chest exploding, Taylor falling, blood spurting from his chest, Rochelle falling, half her face gone, the back of Rayona's head opening up and spraying her with brains and bone and blood, then the fiery pain in her face and then it started all over again. The doctor injected her with a strong sedative and smiled tightly as Crystal Simone quit screaming and again lasped into a drugged slumber. "Good God; she's burning up," the doctor noticed her temperature was one hundred and four degrees. He ordered a massive dose of antibiotics, along with a saline drip and left. "Damn it, wish Charlie was here," he muttered to the nurse on duty. "Heard his wife was killed earlier today," the nurse said. "Yeah; it was on the news; gang members," the doctor said and resumed his rounds. ---- Angel smirked at Sheriff Dick Davis. No matter what this man threatened him with, Judge Harold Monroe would make sure nothing happened to any of the Angels 270. "She was only twenty five years old, you little punk!" Dick bellowed. "Ah? So she had a good long life," Angel smirked. Dick stared at the gang leader for a long moment, then suddenly got to his feet and left the room. He waved all of his officers together. They congregated outside of the small room, looking at the arrogant gang leader. "That, that little piece of shit is Angel Morales," Dick spat, pointing through the glass. "Uh huh," Officer Eric Greene agreed. "Been popped a few times for..." "We're releasing him," Dick continued." What?" Orville Jackson asked, disbelieving. "Now," Dick said. "What I'm about to say never, ever, ever leaves here, y'all hear? But every time you see him and you see any of his buddies around? You arrest all of his buddies but leave him alone." "You are kidding me," Becky, the only female officer asked. "In fact, every now and then, start to slap the cuffs on him, then stop and say 'Oh, sorry, Angel,' then continue to arrest all the others hanging around," Dick said, smiling maniacally. "Oh, that is, oh you are good," Orville laughed. Chapter 107 "Thanks," Bill mumbled as Nadia assisted him to the small bathroom. "Now, need me to come in, or you got this?" she cheerfully asked. "I got this," he grunted and she let go of his arm and stepped out of the small room. "Okay, but I'm right here if you need me," she said. "Nuh uh, wash those hands, Mister," she ordered as Bill opened the door of the bathroom. He did and she guided him back to the bed. "Now, you want to read something? Or, we got a few movies we haven't seen yet; I downloaded a bunch of them for you last night," Nadia cheerfully said when she'd gotten him back into his bed. "Just rest, please," he said. "Oh, come on, Billy Boy; we've been resting all week!" Nadia said, sitting down in the chair she had positioned next to his bed. "Why are you doing all of this?" he asked her, looking at the beautiful young lady. "Because," she shrugged. "I love your sister." "Oops, I hear a certain little girl ready for her breakfast!" Nadia said. "Okay, Mr. Billy Boy; I guess you'll get your rest after all. But remember, I want you to go for ten minutes on the treadmill today, not three, okay?" "It was too fast," he whined. "Bill, it was on the lowest setting!" Nadia said, smoothing his face with her fingertips. She smiled and left the room. She had been shocked when Big Eddie and Elizabeth brought Bill into the home. She had expected a male version of Elizabeth; they were twins, after all. Elizabeth was a lush figure of a woman. Her hair was a thick, lush, curly mop of brown that fell to below her shoulders. Elizabeth's lisp was full, lush, her cheeks were full and round, her smile was a wide, warm smile. Elizabeth's breasts were generous, full, the breasts of a woman. Her belly was slightly rounded. Her buttocks were also full and round, as were her hips and her thighs. Her pubic mound was also capped with thick, lush curls of brown and hid full, dark lips and a fat clitoris. Elizabeth was the very definition of lush and the very definition of sensuality. Bill's hair, what was left of it, was also curly, but it was graying. His square face looked pinched, the skin around his jowls sagged, and there were bags under his eyes. He was a tall man, but he looked nearly emaciated. The only think that identified Bill as Elizabeth's brother was their deep, dark eyes. Nadia could stare into Elizabeth's deep eyes for hours. And she often looked deeply into Bill's eyes. In his eyes, she saw something that never showed in Elizabeth's eyes; loneliness. The same thing she saw in her own eyes when she put on her makeup. "Hey wiggle butt," Nadia cheerfully called out as she scooped Deonia up. Nadia made quick work of fixing her daughter oatmeal; she used the instant mix. Then, she cleaned the kitchen, making sure to dilute the cleaning solution; she still had small scars on her hands from her first attempt at cleaning house. "Okay, now, let's read this again," Nadia said and got down the book of Russian Fairy Tales. She read to her daughter in Russian, pointing out the drawings and giggling and laughing with Deonia when the characters did something silly. "What are you reading?" Bill asked as he wobbled into the living room. "Fairy tales," Nadia said cheerfully. "Thought you were going to take a nap." "I was, but I could hear y'all out here and wanted to..." Bill faltered. He wanted to tell her, he wanted to be with her, with anybody, rather than all isolated in the bedroom. He could hear mother and daughter laughing as he lay in bed and wanted to share in the laughter, wanted to be a part of the happiness. "Well, come on, sit down. You can here the story too," Nadia said and patted the cushion to her right. Bill made his way to the couch and plopped down, winded. Nadia picked up the book and again began reading the story. "Wait, wait, what? What are you reading?" Bill asked when he realized he didn't understand a word she was saying. "He doesn't speak Russian," Nadia confided to Deonia, in Russian. "He doesn't? Why not?" Deonia asked, in Russian. "Because his mommy didn't teach him," Nadia said. "That's okay; we'll do it in English," Deon called out to Bill. "Okay, let me start over," Nadia said and began to read it, translating the Russian text to English. ---- Crystal resisted the urge to touch the bandages. Ray's mother, Patricia Holloway was letting Crystal stay with her; the eighteen year old girl had nowhere else to stay. "No one disrespects the Angels 270," she heard the angry boy say over and over. "Stop touching that," Patricia snapped. "What did the doctor say? You keep touching that..." Crystal tuned her step-grandmother out as she kept haring the young man's voice. Dr. LaPointe had done his best to repair the external damage. In four days, the bandages would come off and they'd know just how successful he had been. But he couldn't do anything for the internal damage. Crystal had heard two of the nurses talking; Dr. LaPointe had some internal damage of his own. On the day that her family had been murdered, his own wife had been murdered. Through her one good eye, Crystal looked into his eyes and could read the agony he was suffering. "What was she like?" Crystal asked him on her last visit. "Who?" he asked her. "Your wife; what did she look like?" Crystal asked. "Kind of like you, really," he smiled sadly. "How about you? I understand you lost you're..." "Didn't look like none of them," Crystal smiled, then felt the spasm of heartbreak again. "Mom was short and fat, Rochelle had long dark hair and was kind of fat too, but it was kind of starting to go to the right places, you know? Taylor, God, he wasn't nothing but a bean pole; he was going to be real tall. He was already as tall as me. Rayona was the only one kind of looked like me a little bit; we both got blonde hair, but that's about It.?" "And your dad?" Charlie asked as he continued his work. "Step-dad was great," Crystal said. "He was a cop. I never told him but I wanted to be a cop too. Now..." "Now?" Charlie asked and sat back to look at his handwork before applying the bandages to the affected areas. "I only got one eye and can't hardly hear out of my left ear; no police department's going to want me," Crystal said bitterly. "You asked?" Charlie asked as he began to apply the gauze to her face. "Well no, but..." Crystal said. "My father's a cop; he's the sheriff of Bender," Charlie said. "Oh, and my sister in law's getting out of the academy next week; I'll ask them, okay?" "Yeah, that'd be great," Crystal said, knowing that he wouldn't. "No one disrespects the Angels 270," Crystal heard again. "I told you stop fiddling with them bandages!" her grandmother fussed. The clothes and the furniture Crystal had left; let the landlord deal with carting all that stuff away. She'd taken five large cardboard boxes of personal things from the three bedroom apartment, things that would remind her of her family. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 12 Of the bratty young brother she hated and tormented and would gladly give her other eye to be able to hug him just one more time. Of the sister that was a constant nuisance and embarrassment that she would so dearly love to tell her, just once, "I love you." Of the baby sister that so clearly adored her; Crystal wondered if Ramona remembered those nights she held her and rocked her to sleep. Of the mother that had been nothing but a drunken slut for the first nine years of her life. She found her mother's nine year chip and held it tightly in her hand. She found all of Ray's chips in a large ceramic jar and gave that jar to his mother. "I'm proud of you, Mom," Crystal whispered to the AA medallion she clutched in her hand. "What?" her grandmother asked, but Crystal shook her head. ---- "Mr. Baggett, what can I do for you today?" Joseph Marcoloni pasted an insincere smile on his face as he shook Ed Baggett's hand. He noticed that Ed did not return the smile, although the handshake was a firm, powerful, almost crushing handshake. "Need to talk with you about your son," Ed said as he sat down in an overstuffed chair. "My... I um, I do have a daughter, Madison. She's married; is this about John?" Joseph faltered. "Cut the shit, Marcoloni; you know good and fucking well that Elizabeth and Bill are your kids," Ed sighed. "I um, I don't know what you're..." Joseph stammered, beads of sweat popping out on his forehead. Amanda, his wife, had been less than forgiving when she learned about his affair with Jamie Baggett, Ed Baggett's first wife. She had allowed him to stay in their home, but he still slept in the guest room, even though it had been eight, almost nine years now. If she were to find out that the affair had resulted in two children, he was sure she would go through with her promise to divorce him and leave him penniless. "Your son, Bill, needs a liver transplant and a kidney transplant. The liver is barely functional, but the kidneys have completely shut down," Ed went on. "His sister, Elizabeth, has offered to donate one of her kidneys, but she'd contracted Gestational Diabetes when she was pregnant with Eddie and the doctors are afraid if she gets pregnant again, one kidney won't be able to keep her and the baby in good health. His mother's not a match; I'm sure her kidneys are shot anyway from all those years of alcohol abuse anyway. So, that leaves you." Joseph stared at the man, unsure of what to say or do. "So, I'm asking you to actually stand up, actually be a man for once in your pathetic little life and do the right thing," Ed said. He flipped a card onto Joseph's desk and almost laughed as Joseph flinched and the sudden gesture. "There's the doctor's name; call them up and make an appointment to get yourself tested," Ed ordered. "Well, I uh, I'm not really sure if..." Joseph stammered. "God damn, really?" Ed said, getting to his feet. "You're that big a pussy? You must be one hell of a dynamo in the bedroom, Marcoloni, 'cause you ain't worth a shit anywhere else, are you?" Ed left the small office. Joseph watched as Ed was gracious, polite to a few patrons, then sighed in relief as Ed left the building. Joseph took the card off his desk and tossed it into the wastebasket. "Got a minute?" Kenneth Kay asked from the doorway. "Ah yes, uh, Mister uh..." Joseph forced a smile to his face. "Kenneth Kay; I'm sure you remember my wife, Jennifer Kay?" Kenneth said no smile on his face. "What is this God?" Joseph asked himself. "Meet the husband's day?" Kenneth did not shake Joseph's outstretched hand and took a seat without being granted permission. Joseph took his own seat, unsettled by Kenneth's abrupt demeanor. "You know, looking at you, and looking at the picture of your kid there," Kenneth said, nodding toward a picture of Joseph's daughter, Madison, "I can see why my wife was able to get a loan for that God damned Cadillac she just had to have." "Well I uh, I'm sure there were..." Joseph said. "I mean, really, no job, mine was the only income and that's about gone, thanks to a huge mortgage and two snot nosed brats and she manages to get y'all to just write her a check for a brand new car?" Kenneth went on. "Then nine months later, she spits out to the only brown haired, brown eyed kid in Kay history?" "Mr. Kay, I am sure you didn't just..." Joseph said. "But enough of our trip down memory lane, huh?" Kenneth said, harshly. "I'm here because I need some help. See, my hunk of junk car has finally given up. I'm looking to get a truck, but no one will sell me one unless I can give them the full amount up front." Business is business, so Joseph began the process. Ten minutes later, he sat back and shook his head no. "Mr. Kay, you have absolutely no collateral, no savings, and there's a defaulted mortgage on your credit report?" Joseph sighed. "Yeah, defaulted because I was in prison," Kenneth smiled an unfriendly smile. "I understand that, but Mr. Kay, there is no..." Joseph Marcoloni stammered. "Want to know what I was in Angola for?" Kenneth asked, fixing his cold blue eyes on Joseph's dark eyes. "No, not really," Joseph said, growing even more afraid. ""Just approve the loan, Marcoloni," Kenneth ordered. "Or is that only for women that give you a piece of ass?" Joseph again refused Kenneth's loan and Kenneth got to his feet. Kenneth walked out of the man's office and sighed. Jacy, his lover, had said that she would give him the money, but he wanted to do it on his own. Being a young woman, she didn't understand that sometimes a man just needs to feel like a man, like he can provide for himself and his family. "But Daddy, that's silly," she laughed. "You DO take care of us." She rubbed her swollen belly happily. "You take care of us just right," Jacy smiled. Kenneth sighed again and began the four and a half mile walk to the home he shared with Jacy. ---- "Whee!" Nadia laughed as she pushed Deonia on the swing. "Higher!" Deonia demanded "Okay, young lady, hold on tight!" Nadia cheerfully said and gave a hefty push. Bill sat at the bench and watched the mother and child, both with rosy red cheeks from the cold crisp air. "God I just LOVE this kind of weather, don't you?" Nadia cheerfully called out. "Trapped in that hot house all day, God, I don't know why Elizabeth likes it so hot!" Bill smiled, even though he felt absolutely frozen in the winter sun. "Okay, wiggle butt, come on, Mr. Bill needs to go to the doctor's office, okay?" Nadia said and let the swing slow don before hefting the three year old girl out of the swing. "Aw!" Deonia complained. "But, as soon as Mr. Bill gets done, we'll go to Clark's for a hot dog, how about that?" Nadia promised. "And French fries," Deonia demanded. "Oh yeah? French fries?" Bill smiled at the precocious little girl. "Yes!" she affirmed with a solemn nod of her head. "How many?" Bill asked as he labored toward the truck. "One? Two?" "No!" Deonia shrilled. "I get five!" "Five?" Bill asked as he managed to reach the truck. "You really think you can eat that many?" "Oh, I bet this wiggle butt can eat at least five, maybe even six or seven," Nadia concurred. "No way!" Bill said. "I think we'd better count, okay?" "Okay, one young lady, safe and sound in her car seat, let's get one handsome man in his car seat," Nadia cheerfully said. Bill looked at the beautiful blonde as she smiled up at him, ready to assist him if he should need it. "Thanks," he finally said and pulled his long legs into the cab of the truck. Nadia pulled out of the park and drove the half mile to the dialysis clinic. "Takes about two hours, the nurse reminded Nadia. "Y'all want to do something else, y'all can." "We'll wait; I'm almost finished this book and Deonia's got three coloring books," Nadia cheerfully said. "Your wife is beautiful," the nurse commented to Bill as she pushed his wheelchair down the hall. "And oh my God, what a precious little girl y'all have." "Oh, no, I wish that was my wife," Bill laughed. "But yeah, she is beautiful. And that Deonia's something else, you hear? Smart as a whip, I tell you." The rest of his words faded out of Nadia's hearing. She smiled as she pulled a Stephen King novel out of her large handbag and found her place. Deonia carefully tried to stay within the lines of the frog, but didn't do very well. "Purple?" Nadia asked. "Your frog is purple?" "It's a magic frog," Deonia explained. "Oh, I see," Nadia said and engrossed herself in her book. The nurse wasn't listening as Bill went on and on about how smart Deonia was, or how smart his nephew was, or how attractive Nadia was, or the mother of his nephew. She made sure he was comfortable, and then let the machine do its job. The nurse softly touched Bill's shoulder to let him know she was leaving the small cubicle and waddled up to the front desk again. Nadia looked over at Deonia, who was busily coloring the princess's hair a bright yellow. She marked her novel's page number, and then approached the nurse. "I know you really can't give me any of Bill's medical information," Nadia whispered to the woman. "But, I'm taking care of him, and as you can tell, I'm also taking care of a three year old girl, so I need to know, am I in any kind of danger?" "What do you mean?" the nurse asked, also whispering. "I mean, if I come in contact with any of his bodily fluids, like, you know, blood, or spit or..." Nadia looked around and leaned closer to the nurse. "Or, like the other day, I was doing his laundry and there was some stuff in his underwear; should I be worried?" "You mean, like urine or..." the nurse asked. "No, like semen," Nadia giggled, blushing hotly. "Oh," the nurse smiled. "No, no ma'am; according to his records, there's nothing you need to worry about As far as I can tell, he has no communicable diseases; you should be finding." "Good, good," Nadia said and went and sat back down. She looked with mild interest as Deonia decided to color the princess's face chocolate brown. Bill was exhausted after his dialysis was completed, but nodded quietly as Nadia reminded him that they needed to go to Clark's for lunch. "Not really hungry," he mumbled. "Too bad, you're eating," Nadia ordered and encouraged Deonia to watch the attractive girl skate toward them. "Hi!" Nadia cheerfully greeted the nearly frozen girl. "Okay, tell me how many French fries you eat, okay?" Bill called over his shoulder to Deonia. "Five," Deonia told him. "How about you, Buddy?" Nadia asked him. "Huh? How many can YOU eat?" "Yeah!" Deonia challenged from the back seat of the truck. "I'm going to eat all of mine," Bill assured them. "I hope you do," Nadia said softly. "You need to eat more, okay?" He promised her he would and smiled as she linked her fingers with his. ---- Elizabeth watched as Vee Aucoin pranced and posed in front of the weather map. The brunette beauty seemed to be excited about a possible thunderstorm predicted for that evening. In the background, a piece of classical music could be heard; Elizabeth knew that, at the end of her presentation, Vee would identify the music. She did this at all of her broadcasts, introducing her viewers to as much of her flesh as she could expose, her love of sunrises, sunsets, and nature's grandest of displays, and her love of classical music. "Thomas says she'd originally wanted to be a teacher," Leah Farmer said. "But she took a class in Broadcast Production at Tulane and just took off from there." "I know; I had them in a few of my classes; her and her buddy, Paris. You saw one, you saw the other," Elizabeth smiled. She laughed out loud at the memory of it all. "Had them in my Accounting two oh one class; Paris never shut up the whole time, but she was just so damned funny even the teacher couldn't get mad at her," Elizabeth went on. "Did they dress like THAT in school?" Leah asked, pointing out the ridiculously short skirt Vee was wearing. "And that was 'Cello Concerto number 1 in C Major' by Haydn, one of my absolute favorites," Vee concluded her segment. "So, Thomas, do you think weather will be a factor in this weekend's playoffs?" Leah's son launched into the scheduled games for the Wild-Card playoffs. ---- Kelli Mouton ate her chicken and dumplings and hoped that none of the other teachers could see her blushing. She wasn't ashamed of what she and Wade and Elliot and Mandy had done last night. She couldn't believe they had done it, that she had done it, but she wasn't ashamed of it. (Kelli had told Elliot and Wade that it was a school night, so she wouldn't be going to their house; they always kept her out too late. "No, y'all come to my apartment; I'll cook y'all something," she had insisted. She quickly rolled out the dough for the dumplings while the four pound fryer simmered in the large cast iron pot. "Want me to leave?" Mandy, her roommate and friend quietly asked. "No, of course not," Kelli insisted. The boys had come over; they had eaten their fill, and then pulled Kelli over to the couch. Mandy disappeared into her bedroom as Wade unbuttoned Kelli's blouse and Elliot unsnapped Kelli's jeans. "Mmm, oh God!" Kelli screamed out as Wade's cock drove itself into her sparsely furred slit. Elliot cut off any further cries of pleasure by pressing his cock against her lips. She greedily sucked his cock into her mouth. "Oh, aw damn," Wade grunted and shot a thick torrent of sperm into her pussy." Here, fill me up," Kelli demanded, guiding Elliot's throbbing cock to her slimy pussy. Within seconds, Elliot's sperm was joining Wade's. In the afterglow, a nude Kelli sat between the nude Elliot and Wade; legs spread wide, their combined juices dripping from her raw pussy. She heard Mandy's door open, then heard the bathroom door close. When she heard the bathroom door open, she looked over her shoulder. "Hey, Mandy, come see," she demanded. "What?" Mandy said, edging closer. "Come see," Kelli demanded. "What?" Mandy repeated, edging around the couch, averting her eyes. "Come see," Kelli said again and reached down to spread her pussy lips wide. "Need you to clean this up, okay?" Mandy stared at Kelli, mouth open in shock. Her eyes went from Kelli's unsmiling face to the raw, red slimy pussy. "Come on, you know you want to," Kelli said. "You think I can't hear you at night?" Slowly, Mandy got to her knees, face a furious red. Kelli reached her hands out and cupped Elliot's and Wade's flaccid cocks in her hands and began to stroke them back to hardness. Kelli shuddered when she felt Mandy's small tongue graze the outer lips of her pussy. Wade and Elliot both resurged nicely, watching the small brunette suck and slurp at their lover's pussy. Mandy moaned and drove her tongue deep into Kelli's pussy, seeking more of the semen. "Oh!" Kelli shuddered in orgasm as Mandy 'cleaned' Kelli's clitoris of any traces of semen. "Aw shit!" Mandy hissed as she orgasmed. Someone is way over-dressed," Wade observed. Mandy struggled out of her pajamas but edged away from Elliot's hands. "No, just Kelli," she ordered. "Okay," Kelli agreed and cupped Mandy's hairless mound with a hand that was sticky with Wade's semen.) Now, eating the reheated leftovers, Kelli blushed hotly. She wondered if it was possible to be in love with three people at the same time. ---- Paul came too with a jolt. The bed was cool to the touch; Cindy's spot was cool, even her pillow was cool to the touch. Pam's side was likewise cool to the touch. Barbara and Paulie were not in their cribs. He looked at Candy's crib; it too was empty. He staggered out of bed, into the bathroom, and emptied his bladder. He flushed, and then remembered to put the seat back down. The house was quiet. He staggered into the kitchen and felt the coffee pot. It was cold. He quickly made a pot of coffee, the way he liked it, strong. He glanced at the digital clock on the oven; 1:26. He looked at the kitchen window; sunlight streamed in. Paul poured himself a cup of coffee, grimacing at how badly his hands shook. He used both hands to steady the heavy mug and made his way to the table. For a moment, he wondered what day it was, then shrugged his shoulders and looked down at the tabletop. "What the fuck does it matter?" he asked aloud, bitterly. "No where to go anyway." ---- "Come on, Nadia, please," Bill whined. "Three more minutes," Nadia urged. "I can't," Bill almost sobbed. "Here," Nadia said and got on the treadmill behind Bill, trapping him. She put one hand around his waist, supporting him. The other hand, she kept on the side bar to balance herself. If Bill had not been so fatigued, he would have enjoyed the feeling of her soft breasts pushed into his back, her hand close to his waist. He did notice, though. "Three more minutes, okay?" she soothed. "Why?" Bill asked, groaning in agony. "Because," Nadia demanded. "My stupid sister's getting married in two weeks and you're my date. I want to dance at least one dance with my date, okay?" "I'm what?" Bill asked. "Oh, didn't I tell you?" Nadia said lightly. "You're my date for my sister's stupid wedding, see, I'm the maid of honor, some honor, I swear, God, you ought to see the ugly dresses we have to wear! But I'm not going alone, that's for sure, so you're my date, and I'll probably have to dance a couple of times with the best man, he's Buddy's dad, he's such a gross pervert, and I'll probably have to dance once or twice with Buddy but I'd really like to dance a couple of times with you too, you know?" The timer dinged and Bill groaned with relief when Nadia turned the treadmill off. "See?" she quietly asked him, still holding him up. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" "Can I rest a minute before we get on the bike?" Bill whined. "No, but you can rest after, okay?" Nadia said. She brought him over to the bike, still holding him around the waist. "Bill, I know this is hard, but believe me, I'm doing this to help you, not hurt you," she said softly. "Now, think you can give me three minutes on this?" "One," Bill countered. "Two, okay, two minutes," Nadia bargained and smiled happily when Bill nodded. "Why do you even care?" Bill asked as he labored to start pedaling the stationary bike. "I told you," Nadia said and gently touched his face with her fingertips. "You're my date for..." "No, no, I mean, all of this, why are you doing all of this?" Bill coughed out. "Oh," Nadia said. "I already told you; I'm in love with your sister, silly." Nadia heard Deonia wake up from her afternoon nap. She looked at Bill. "I'm going to go get her. Please, please keep going okay? Keep going until you hear that bell go off, okay? Promise?" Nadia said. "Okay, promise," Bill lied. But he did keep pushing against the pedals as hard as he could until the timer dinged. "See?" Nadia bubbled, carrying Deonia into the room. "Mr. Bill did his very best. What do we say to him?" "You get a gold star, Mr. Bill," Deonia praised, smiling happily. "Thank you, Sweetie," Bill wheezed. "Now, I think he's ready for his nap; what do you think?" Nadia asked Deonia. "But it's time to wake up!" Deonia said. Nadia put Deonia down and assisted Bill to the bed. "You did great today," Nadia praised him as she took his tennis shoes off. "Tomorrow, you'll do even better, I just know it." While Bill slept deeply, Nadia made dinner for the five of them, chicken and dumplings. She liked the meal for two reasons; it was quick yet satisfying, and Deonia could help her. Deonia loved mixing the ingredients for the dumplings together. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 12 "And, if we didn't want dumplings, you know what we could do?" Nadia told her daughter. "Biscuits!" Deonia said. "That's right, you are so smart!" Nadia praised. Elizabeth walked into the house, carrying Eddie. She smiled; Deonia had obviously been helping her mother with the dumplings; her small hands were gummy and her face was nearly white. "Hi," Elizabeth said and shared a quick kiss with the beautiful blonde. "How'd it go today?" "Great; we went to the park and played on the swings, then came home and took a nap; oh, Bill's still sleeping; I'll go get him in a couple of minutes. And dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. You?" Nadia enthused. "The usual," Elizabeth smiled. "Nadia, nothing ever changes in the insurance world, you know that." "Oh, hey, listen, tonight, you watch Deonia for a few minutes?" Nadia asked. "Bill needs a suit." "Bill needs a... Nadia, why does he need a suit?" Elizabeth asked. "Because he's my date for the wedding," Nadia said casually. "Damn, I still need to get her a gift," Elizabeth said. "But yeah, yeah, go ahead." Elizabeth watched, mildly amused, as Nadia made quick work of cleaning Deonia up, then bustled out to get Bill up in time for dinner. Whether it had been the near destruction of their home (the floors and counters looked beautiful now) or the added responsibility of caring for her nearly invalid brother, or a combination of things, Nadia had blossomed into a loving, caring, and conscientious young woman. Gone was the empty headed ball of fluff that used to flit aimlessly and uselessly around the house. But, happily, the laughter and the smiles and the sweetness were still there. "Hush," she heard Nadia laugh. "It's been almost a whole hour." ---- Angel watched, stunned, as the three police cars surrounded them, then the heavily armed policemen ordered them all to the ground. One by one, they were handcuffed, one by one, they were shoved into the cars and one by one the police cars drove away. But he was still there. Face down on the filthy asphalt. The police officers had not even spoken to him, just handcuffed everyone else and taken everyone else away. "Ah, they realize, it is a waste of their time," Angel sneered to himself and walked over to Marco's car. The bravado he displayed, he displayed to drown out the voice in the back of his head that was getting louder and louder. Something was wrong. More and more of his gang members, his family were getting hurt, or in a few cases, killed. The ones that were hurt, all they could tell him was that a gringo had done this to them, and he smiled a crazy smile while he struck out. "He doesn't respect the Angels two seven zero?" Angel thundered when Jose told him how he wound up with a broken arm. Angel had a key to Marco's car so he drove it to his house. Inside, eight gang members looked up as he swaggered in. After a long moment, Donna asked, "Where's everybody?" "They got picked up," Angel shrugged. "Then what you doing here?" Paula asked. Angel slapped her, hard. ---- Paul came to and looked around. The living room was dark, nearly pitch black. He turned on a table lamp and winced at the harshness. He staggered into the kitchen and looked at the digital clock on the oven, 8:17. He looked at the stove; it was bare. He frowned in confusion and staggered down the hall to the bedroom. Still, no one was home. Paulie, Barbara, nor Candy was in their cribs; Cindy and Pam were not in bed, nor in the bathroom. Paul staggered down the hall to Pam and Trish's bedroom. Trish had moved out two weekends ago; she had married a giant of a man. The bedroom was empty. He went across the hall to Cindy and Celine's old bedroom; Cindy hadn't been in that bedroom since Candy and Celine's murder. The bedroom was bare. There was no furniture at all. Paul went to the closet and looked in; it was empty. He went back into Pam and Trish's room and saw that the closet was bare, the drawers were all empty. He had expected that Trish would take all of her things, but why had Pam also taken her own things out of here? He walked on unsteady legs to his own bedroom and opened the closet. Only his clothes were in the closet. ---- Nadia smiled, fighting down the laughter, as the obviously gay man measured an extremely uncomfortable Bill for a suit. "What do you think?" Nadia asked the salesman. "Black? Or, oh, Bill, I bet this navy blue would look so good on you; like this?" "For a wedding?" the salesman lisped. "How about this one? The charcoal gray? See? It picks up the bit of gray in his hair, oh, yes, very nice!" "Oh, I think that's it!" Nadia agreed. "And with this red tie? Oh Bill, one look at you, I bet my dummy sister calls the whole wedding off." She snuggled up against him. "But you're mine, you hear me?" she giggled up at him. Bill ground his teeth; Nadia's firm breasts pressed into his arm and side. He enjoyed her constant touches, enjoyed her light, flirtatious nature, and could feel himself falling more and more under her spell. But he also knew that she was gay; that Nadia and his sister were lovers. Nadia kissed him on his cheek and Bill felt his cock twitch and strain against his briefs. "Of course, we're going to have to take it in quite a bit," the salesman mused aloud. "But you can have it ready in time, right?" Nadia begged. "Oh yes ma'am, you and Prince Charming don't have to worry about that," the salesman assured her and happily took her credit card. Bill clenched his face tightly against the fatigue but walked to the shoe department of Abdul's and let Nadia pick out the shoes he would wear. "Perfect!" she told the saleswoman. "See, Bill? It's got a dressy top, but the sole's rubber so you won't slip; those leather soles take forever to break in, they're so slippery, you know? Here, try these on." The saleswoman was amused as Nadia took the stool and proceeded to do her job for her. "There, how's that, you like them?" Nadia asked and helped Bill stand. "Go on, walk around, tell me how they feel, ma'am, how can you tell if they're not too big?" The saleswoman knelt down and put her thumb across the front of the shoe, then quickly felt around the heel of the shoe. "That's the right length; he might want to try a slightly narrower width, though; he's got a bit of room in that heel," the saleswoman announced to Nadia. "Do you have this in a narrower width?" Nadia asked and took the shoes off of Bill's feet. "No ma'am, but we do have this one," the saleswoman offered. "Hmm," Nadia said, screwing up her face. "Not really as dressy as I would have liked, though." "Ma'am, I have to ask; are you any relation to Sonja Doyeski?" the saleswoman asked, letting her professionalism slip. "Twins," Nadia pasted a false smile on her face. "Oh my God, I just love her," the woman gushed. "When she covers a story, I feel like I'm right there with her, you know?" The saleswoman went into the stockroom to search for a dress shoe that would fit Bill. "Sucks having a twin that's better than you at everything, huh?" Bill asked. "Yep," Nadia agreed, sitting down next to him and taking his arm into hers. "Yeah, Elizabeth was always the best at everything, better at sports, better in our classes, better at having friends," Bill said. "Used to be me, though," Nadia said. "I used to be the one; I used to be the big flirt, the big tease. I was the one everybody wanted to go out with; had to drag Sonja everywhere." The saleswoman managed to find a shoe that fit Bill's foot, and was dressy enough for Nadia's approval. ---- Cindy's heart stopped for a moment when her cell phone rang. "You going to answer it?" Pam whispered. Cindy didn't answer Pam; she just stared at the cell phone for another moment. "Hello?" she finally asked. "Hey, where are you?" Paul whined into the phone. "Home," Cindy said simply. "No you're not," Paul said, anger flaring up. "I looked everywhere and..." "No, Paul," Cindy said, tears sliding down her face now. "I am home. I'm back home; I moved in with my mom." "What?" Paul asked, shocked. "Paul, I just, I just couldn't take it any more," Cindy sobbed. "Baby, I thought you were getting better, but then you just... watching you, I just couldn't..." She hung up the cell phone and cried; Pam hugging her tightly. Chapter 108 Officer Elise Simone drove the Crown Victoria through the quiet streets of Bender, brown eyes scanning constantly. Her radio crackled as Deputy Orville Jackson and her dad bantered back and forth, keeping each other awake in the early morning hour. She was a rookie and it was common to put the rookie officer on the Midnight to eight shifts. But, being the Sheriff's daughter meant, even though she was the rookie, the new kid on the block, the Sheriff and the most seasoned officer in their squad also pulled the same shift. "Dick, I swear to God," Carmen had threatened when Elise had approached her mother and announced that she wanted to be a police officer. "Mom, listen, Lala, I mean, when Elaine got killed, Mom, I watch Dad put on his uniform, damn it Mom, I'm proud of him, you know and I just, I just want him to be, I want y'all to be proud of me too; I know he was real proud of Elaine but she's not here no more and...." Elise had stammered. "Baby, I AM proud of you; I've always been proud of you," Dick hastened to assure his step-daughter. "Dad, I know that," Elise said, standing straight and looking up at him. "But I want to do something, I want to EARN that." "Dick, I swear to God, she gets killed, God damn it Dick I only have one daughter left!" Carmen had screamed at Dick. But Elise had won and had gone to the Academy in Lake Charles, Louisiana. After her graduation, with her step-father pinning the badge onto her uniform, she'd proudly accepted a job with the Bender Police Department. Carmen was still quite unhappy, still blamed Dick for her daughter becoming a cop. But Elise felt a real surge of pride when she put on her uniform. The only downside had been breaking up with Brandon; obviously, he felt threatened by dating a cop. Elise saw a green four door car drive past her and frowned. Highway 52 was a two lane road; the driver had to be in a bit of a hurry if they were willing to pass a clearly marked police cruiser. She sped up slightly to follow the car and watched as it weaved slightly. "Okay, buddy," Elise muttered to herself. Then the car swerved back into the left lane, over-corrected to swerve back into the right lane. "Dad, sorry, Sheriff Davis, think I got a DUI," Elise called in her location as she hit both siren and lights. She sighed in relief as the Impala obviously decided not to risk out-running the cruiser and pulled over to the shoulder of the road. Elise read off the license plate number and make and model of the car, and then stepped out of the car; hand on the butt of her .38 service revolver. Paul Smiled as Elise cautiously approached the driver's window. "Hey, Elise!" he called out, drunk. "I didn't know you were a cop! When'd that happen?" Elise looked at Paul, and then looked into the car. She could see Barbara, Paulie, and Candy in their car seats. Paulie was the only one awake and he was chattering happily, trying to get her attention. "Paul, wait right here," Elise ordered and started to walk toward her car. She thought better of it, turned and reached into Paul's car, snagging the keys out of the ignition. "Wait here," she ordered again and rapidly strode back to her car. "Dad, it's Paul," Elise said into the radio handset. "That's 'Sheriff,' remember?" Dick barked. "Sorry, Sheriff Dad, its Paul, Paul Robichaux, and he is definitely drunk," Elise said. "Then bring him on in," Dick said, smirking at her 'Sheriff Dad' comeback. "Not that simple; he's got his three kids in the car with him," Elise said, blinking back her tears. "Well, shit," Dick said. "All right, let me call his dad. Elise walked back to the car. "Sir, I need you to step out of the car, please," Elise said. "Sir?" Paul laughed at Elise's formality. "Elise, it's me! Paul! Your cousin?" Elise didn't smile; she was trying hard not to let any tears escape. This was her cousin, and a former school friend and she, like many in her school, had at one time had a minor crush on the handsome young man. To see him like this, slovenly, reeking of alcohol, barely able to stand was heartbreaking. She also felt tears of anger welling up in her eyes. It was bad enough he had sunk to this level, but to endanger his three children upset her tremendously. "Sir, I'm going to administer a field sobriety test, do you understand me?" Elise said. "Um, okay, well, I um, I might have had one or two; I was over at Miss Bobbi and Mr. Jake's. For dinner, you know? And we had a few beers," Paul admitted. "So, sir, you admit you have been drinking?" she asked. "Well, yeah, but we're talking one, maybe two beers," Paul said. He failed the tests and laughed an embarrassed laugh each time he failed. "Sir, please turn around, rest your chin on the roof of the car and put her hands behind your back," Elise ordered. "See?" Paul said triumphantly as he did so. "Can't be that drunk, huh?" He frowned, puzzled, as Elise put handcuffs on him. "Sir, I am going to pat you down on the outside of your clothing; I am checking for any weapons you might have," Elise intoned. She did so, quickly, efficiently, and then guided Paul back to her cruiser. "Sheriff?" Elise said as she lifted the handset of the radio. "Bob's on his way; got Marie with him," Dick said wearily. "Hey Uncle Dick!?" Paul called out from the rear of the cruiser. "Paul, I strongly suggest you keep quiet until you can talk with Marie, okay?" Dick barked out. "Um, all right," Paul said, confused. His Uncle Dick was always so loving, so warm, but the voice that had crackled over the radio had sounded very harsh, very unfriendly. ---- Elizabeth felt an overwhelming need to urinate and got out of the bed. She almost ran into the closet door then remembered; she was home, not at Oscar's house. She reversed direction and went into her bathroom. Sitting on the commode, she felt her insides tighten again and felt the hot tears begin again. She should be at Oscar's house, sleeping in his large, comfortable bed. She loved his bed; the frame sat up nearly two and a half feet, putting the box springs and mattress nearly three and a half feet off the ground. She and Oscar had given each other quite a few thrills, draped over the edge of that bed. He had been delirious with excitement when she revealed her anal side to him; the bed was just the right height for it. Then, after the sweating and grunting and screaming, the mattress, a deluxe model from the Bender mattress factory, was just right for cuddling and kissing and whispering words of love to each other. "Had to do it," she whispered sadly to herself and flushed the toilet. Nadia stirred slightly when Elizabeth climbed back into the bed. "Oscar, we need to; um, there's something I, I uh, I need to tell you something," Elizabeth had said, after the meal. He'd used the noodle press that Nadia had given him for Christmas, made shrimp linguini. Her favorite white wine, candles. His mouth had opened and closed, his eyes had bulged behind his thick glasses, and those beautiful golden eyes of his had looked ready to pop. She continued to talk, telling him that, while she and Nadia were lovers, it did not diminish the love she had for him. But the guilt of not telling him was becoming too much. "Stop," he finally croaked out, voice cracking. "Please, please, Elizabeth, please just leave, okay? Just go, all right?" "Are you all right?" she asked, worriedly." Go, all right?" he thundered, causing her to stare, open-mouthed, in shock. He had never, in all the months she'd known him, ever raised his voice to her. "Get out!" he yelled and she finally reacted, grabbing her purse and her coat. "I lo..." she started to say but a look at his red, splotchy, angry face and she opened the door to the chill February air. Nadia had taken one look at Elizabeth's face, pointed to the bathroom, and continued to take care of Bill, Deonia, and Eddie. "Go, go have a soak; I'll bring you some wine in a few minutes," Nadia whispered. True to her word; just as Elizabeth was easing herself into the suds, Nadia walked in, wine glass in hand. "Not good, huh?" Nadia asked, squatting at the side of the tub. "No," Elizabeth whispered, still stunned at Oscar's loud response. "I'm sorry," Nadia said quietly, gripping Elizabeth's hand, giving it a squeeze, then got to her feet and left Elizabeth alone. Elizabeth stayed in the tub until the water was cool, then groggily got out. Nadia smiled softly to her as she entered the bedroom. "I know," Nadia whispered, hugging Elizabeth tightly. "I know you don't really feel like making love; how about we just cuddle, okay?" They did cuddle, holding onto each other until Elizabeth's light snores filled Nadia's ears. "I love you," Nadia mouthed silently. "You are my heart, Elizabeth." Now, at two o'clock in the morning, Nadia again opened her arms to welcome her lover. ---- "Hey, Puta," Miguel laughed when he saw the new girl. The new girl was very attractive. And very young. She still had on her St. Thomas Aquinas school girl uniform, and her long blonde hair hung down, loose. She shivered in the cold wind. Miguel looked around; his three girls had been popped earlier, leaving only this fresh faced whore. The girl looked up, frightened, as Miguel approached. "Hey, this is where MY girls work; you come around, you take money from me when you take money away from my girls," Miguel smiled. "I got a right to be hear," the girl shrilled. "You didn't hear me? This is where MY girls work," Miguel said, losing his smile. "Now, you want to be one of my girls, that's different. "Um, what I got to do?" the girl nervously asked. "Let me see what you selling, give me a little, you know?" Miguel sneered. "Um, right here?" the girl asked. Miguel just gestured with his head toward the rear of Club Fantastic. The girl's head lowered but she bravely walked to the rear of the seedy strip club. "Now I like me a little blow...." Miguel said, lowering his baggy jeans. "Only fucking blow job you're getting is this, piece of shit," Crystal said and put a bullet between Miguel's eyes. Crystal looked around to make sure that no one had witnessed the slaying, then pulled the muzzle of the .38 and screwed it back onto the gun. Ballistics would never trace that bullet to her step-father's off-duty revolver. She smiled tightly; Ray had told them about that little trick, one night at the dinner table. "See, no rifling, no marks to trace it back," Ray had said. "Hush, that is hardly conversation for the dinner table," Cathy had chided him. "Um, oh, okay, so do you know what they make hot dogs out of?" Ray asked, earning himself a slap on his arm from Cathy and groans from the four children. Crystal made sure that the long blonde wig was still secure, and then walked down the alley and around to the front of the bar. "How much?" a nab called out from his battered pick up truck. "More than you got; beat it, numb nuts," Crystal snapped and opened the door to Patricia's Toyota Corolla. "Hey, bitch, all I asked was..." the guy snarled, then fell silent as Crystal pressed the muzzle of her gun to his nose. Crystal smirked as the man slowly stepped back. She got into the car and drove away, leaving the man to catch his breath. The Broussard Sisters Ch. 12 ---- "Maw-maw, I miss my Mommy," Trey said sadly as Carmen fixed their breakfast. "I know, sweetie; I miss her too," Carmen said, surprised that the tears still sprang to her eyes when she thought of her sweet, loving, laughing, troublesome, defiant, rebellious, strong, confident daughter. "Remember? I knew her long before you did." "I know," Trey said and picked the raisins out of his raison bread toast. "She didn't like raisins either," Carmen smiled and put a plate down in front of Richard. "But I do," Richard said proudly. "Because you're a stupid butt hole," Trey said to his younger brother. "Trey, that was not a very nice thing to say," Carmen said. "So, um, you think maybe a whole day with no TV will teach you not to say that again?" "What?" Trey cried, shocked that Maw-maw would dare punish him. ---- Kevin Gonzales watched the blonde man as he jogged, dressed in just shorts and tee shirt, even though it was bitterly cold in the early February morning. The serene smile the man wore triggered a memory in Kevin; that was the same smile the man had worn when he fought him and three of his Angels 270 brothers that day at Manny's restaurant. "Hey, Angel?" Kevin said into his cell phone, following the man with his eyes. "Bitch," Angel moaned, speaking Spanish. "I kill you, you waking me up this early for nothing, hear me?" "That guy, the guy's been disrespecting the Angels two seven zero?" Kevin said and smiled as he watched Richard enter a small home. "I know where he lives. I just saw him." "What guy, oh, oh yeah, okay," Angel said, sitting up in his bed. ---- "I almost want to call in sick," Elizabeth murmured, playing with Nadia's hair. "Go ahead; you're the boss," Nadia murmured back, tracing a finger along Elizabeth's throat. "But I'm not sick," Elizabeth said, cupping Nadia's face. "Sure you are," Nadia said. "Broken heart; I'm sure that's a sickness, right?" "Afraid not," Elizabeth said sadly. "Then call in well, spend the day in bed with me," Nadia smiled softly, looking into Elizabeth's dark eyes. "Come on, Nadia; Bill's got dialysis today; we can't spend all day in bed," Elizabeth smiled and kissed Nadia. "Then just spend the morning in bed with me," Nadia begged, rubbing Elizabeth's hip through the covers. "It is tempting," Elizabeth admitted. "But how about we make love tonight? Get the kids to bed, then we soak in the tub and then..." She kissed Nadia and lightly licked the blonde's lips. "It's a date," Nadia whispered. "I'll even pick up some more of that wine you like." ---- "Remember, Mom, I need a bunch of that construction paper," Cristopher Michael demanded as Alicia put the plates down in front of the three children. "You do?" Alicia teased. "Oh, then I guess you better be extra nice to me, then, huh?" "What? Woman, I'm always nice to you," the child declared. "What about you?" Alicia asked Jamie. "You need construction paper?" "No ma'am," Jamie whispered quietly and began to eat her breakfast. "It's for making Valentines, Jamie," Alicia said. "You sure you don't want to make your momma one?" Jamie looked up and Alicia could see the tears streaming down the child's face. "Miss Alicia, my mommy's dying," the child choked out. "I know baby, and I am so, so sorry," Alicia said and hugged the child tightly. After she calmed the small girl, Alicia got them ready for school. "And, uh, hey, Cristopher Michael, keep that shirt tucked in them pants, you hear? And them pants better be up around your waist too, not hanging down with your butt sticking out, got it?" Alicia demanded as Jamie and Cristopher Michael prepared to walk to the bust stop. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Cristopher Michael grumbled. ---- Paul had a horrible headache as he joined the other waiting for their arraignment. The coffee was barely lukewarm, and worse than that, it was instant coffee, barely dissolved. The eggs were cooked to the point of being hard and the toast was stale. "Lunch ain't going to be no better," an older man grumbled to him. "So, eat up and hope you're out before then, kid." Paul numbly shoved the food into his mouth and swallowed without chewing. "Pam would never let me eat this," he thought to himself. Then he realized, with a startling clarity, he could not remember the last time Pam had cooked anything for him. "Good God, I do hope I get out before lunch," he whispered urgently. The reality of what was actually happening to him sobered him up and cleared his headache far better than the substandard food and coffee. He looked around the small narrow room. The men, all fourteen of them, sat and quietly ate, heads down, no smiles. "Good God," Paul whispered again. Judge Jesse Johnson listened to the charges, listened as Marie Robichaux asked to have herself excused from the proceedings, then set Paul's bail at twenty five thousand dollars. "Mr. Robichaux, it is normally ten thousand dollars, but I do have to take into account the fact that there were three minor children in that car with you," Judge Jesse said harshly. "I understand, you're Honor, thank you," Paul said humbly. "I have it right here, your Honor," Bob Robichaux said, rising. "Very good; bail is set at twenty five thousand, next case please," Jesse said, banging his gavel. Bob paid the Clerk of Court, and then waited for the Bailiff to release Paul. "Dad I..." Paul said. "Don't," Bob snapped. "But I..." Paul tried again. "Son, right now, I am so God damned mad at you I could hit you; don't say a God damned word, you hear?" Bob snapped, hustling Paul to the door of the courthouse. Paul sat silently while Bob drove. "Here," Bob finally barked, pulling up in front of Delphy's Diner. "Go inside; my boss is waiting to talk with you." "Mr. Farmer? What? Why?" Paul wondered, opening the door to the car. "Because, John's an alcoholic," Bob spat. "A... But I'm not an alcoholic," Paul protested. "Then you got no fucking excuse for damned near killing my grandchildren, do you?" Bob screamed at his son. ---- Elizabeth smiled as Melanie hobbled, dragging her legs behind, into the small lobby of the day-care center. The woman seemed to always have a thousand watt smile and always seemed to be delighted to see Eddie and Deonia. "Hi, Eddie, hi Dania," Melanie greeted them and assisted Elizabeth in getting the children's heavy winter coats off. "Five thirty?" "Yep; I'll call if anything comes up," Elizabeth promised. "Okay," Melanie smiled. "And today, Deonia? Eddie? Guess what? We're making Valentines!" "Oh boy!" Elizabeth encouraged the two children as they proceeded Melanie into the play area. At first Nadia had argued against sending Deonia to day-care, but Elizabeth had pointed out that it would only be on the days that Bill had dialysis; it would give Nadia more freedom. "If it's the money..." Elizabeth had hastened to assure Nadia. "Elizabeth, I'm not worried about the money," Nadia had frowned. "And it'll help for when Deonia starts going to kindergarten," Elizabeth pointed out. "She'll already be used to going to school." "That's not for another..." Nadia snapped. "It'll be next year; Eddie's going to St. Richard's for pre-K; I'd kind of like for Deonia to go there too," Elizabeth continued. Nadia looked at Elizabeth for a long moment. "Why?" Nadia finally asked. "Why? But that's where I went to school and..." Elizabeth said. "No, Elizabeth, that's not what I meant. What I mean is, why do you want Deonia to go there?" Nadia asked, searching Elizabeth's dark eyes. "Because, we live together, our children live together, they should go to school together, don't you think?" Elizabeth asked. Meeting Nadia's eyes, unblinking, Elizabeth continued. "And I want what's best for both of our children because I love both of our children," Elizabeth said. "Believe it or not, Nadia, I do love Deonia. I do love you." "Well, all right then, I'll get Deonia ready for day care," Nadia nodded and smiled. And Nadia hated to admit it, but it did make dealing with Bill easier. Bill did what he could, and Nadia could see improvement, but he was still a handful to wrestle with. ---- Dick got out of the cruiser and smiled as the three prostitutes pretended to not see him at all. He walked down the alley until he reached where Officer Eric Greene stood. "I worked the midnight to eight shift; you better have a hell of a good reason drag my ass out of bed," he mock growled at the officer. "You don't need no more beauty sleep; you too pretty as it is," Eric said and lifted the sheet off of Miguel's face. "Fuck, man, warn me next time, huh?" Dick said, nearly vomiting at the sight of Miguel's face. "Yeah, this is what she found when she pulled a john back here for a quick fuck and suck," Eric said, pointing to a surly looking girl. "Where's the john?" Dick asked. "Out of here," Eric shrugged. "You know him?" Dick asked, nodding toward the corpse. "Yeah, he was my man," the girl said flatly. ---- Paul's head buzzed with all the caffeine and all the information John Farmer had shared. "No, Paul, I really don't feel like hearing the excuses; you're not going to say anything new," John had said. "But when my wife died..." Paul started to say. "Uh huh, and when my daughter's boyfriend decided that he'd put a bullet through her head just because she got knocked up," Marc Jolie, John's A.A. sponsor had interrupted. "Still no reason to drink." Marc had dropped Paul off at Paul's house, shaken Paul's hand, and gave Paul a book to read. 'Alcoholics Anonymous' loomed up at Paul, bright white letters against the dark blue jacket. "Identify, don't analyze," was Marc's cryptic instructions. Paul let himself into the house, still thinking about what John had said. "Try this, Paul. Have one beer, and then stop. But don't have a second one. See how long you can go," John had said. Paul didn't need to do that. He'd only had two beers at Miss Bobbi's and Mr. Jake's house. It had been an extremely uncomfortable meal with Miss Bobbi, Mr. Jake, Miss Emily, Cindy, Pam, and Paulie, Barbara, and Candy. Cindy had even grilled him on how many beers he'd had before she would let him take their daughter to his house. At home, he poured himself a whiskey over ice, and that was the last thing he remembered before coming to in the jail cell this morning. "Drunk?" Cindy screamed, suddenly appearing in front of Paul. "You were drunk? With MY Candy in the car?" "I uh," Paul said and Cindy punched him in his startled face. "You will NEVER see my daughter again, do you hear me?" Cindy screamed as Paul lay on the living room floor, groaning, and his hand over his eye. She stepped over him and left the house, stomping through the dead grass of their front yard to her Toyota. ---- "Oh, look, there's Dee," Nadia said cheerfully as she spotted Dee's BMW. She was about to tap on the truck horn to alert Dee, then the BMW came to a stop. (Nadia had seen Dee at Sonja's bachelorette party last Saturday night, at Dee's apartment. She and Elizabeth had brought Deonia and Eddie over to Miss Daphne and Big Eddie's house, promised not to drive if they'd had too much to drink, then drove to the apartment complex. Nadia had worried how Elizabeth would react; nearly every woman in attendance was gay, even the bride to be, but Elizabeth handled herself with grace and dignity. Elizabeth walked in, greeted Vee Aucoin and Vee's girlfriend, Paris Mouton, with hugs and squeals. "We had a couple of classes together," she explained to Nadia. Dee had been drunk and stoned enough to be civil to Elizabeth, although Dee still harbored resentments against Elizabeth for stealing Nadia away from her. "I uh, I was kind of afraid you'd be um, kind of uncomfortable, you know, um, around all these women, I mean, they're all gay, you know?" Nadia stammered as she and Elizabeth fixed themselves drinks. "Nadia, who's been sleeping in my bed?" Elizabeth smiled, kissing Nadia quickly, playfully. The gifts were raunchy, the games were raunchy, and the drinks and drugs were plentiful. Elizabeth limited herself to two drinks, and then spent the rest of the evening sipping on a diet cola. Elizabeth also one the 'dick sucking' contest by swallowing a twelve inch dildo all the way to the base. "Damn, where's you learn how to do that?" Paris had asked eyes wide. "My boyfriend wears a size thirteen triple E shoe," Elizabeth had laughed. "I think I'm going to faint!" Vee had screamed, laughing. "Hey Sonja, THAT should be your next investigative report," Dee had hooted. "Shoe size and schlong size, factor fiction?" "Well," a stoned Sonja had sneered. "Buddy wears a size eight...but I think he's stuffing it!") Nadia was about to tap on the truck horn, then frowned as a gang member approached Dee's car, pulling out a plastic bag of crystal meth. Nadia tightened her face into a scowl and swerved around the BMW She then looked over at Bill and noticed that he was staring at the drug transaction, glassy eyed. "Oh Bill! Really?" Nadia had spat. "After all that shit's done to you, you still crave it?" Bill looked down, embarrassed. "Sorry," Nadia whispered, clutching his hand tightly. "I've got no room to criticize." "No, no," Bill had whispered back. "You um, you got like that because you care, right?" "I do," Nadia agreed. "Bill, I do care." ---- Eduardo Sanchez spread the gasoline and laundry detergent mix around the base of the house, and then pulled the lighter fluid out of his jacket pocket. Angel had called him and ordered that this house be burned to the ground; the inhabitants had dared disrespect the Angels 270. Eduardo cared little about respect; he just liked to burn things. He didn't just play with fires, he studied them. The house was a wooden one; it would go up beautifully. The accelerant would make sure that the people inside, a man and his wife and child would have little chance to make it out of the flames alive. Suddenly, a sprinkler started up, thoroughly drenching Eduardo, and drenching the side of the house. Eduardo looked around in shock; he was sure that there had been no sprinkler there a moment ago. A second sprinkler was soaking the front of the house, rendering his mixture useless. Eduardo decided to go to the rear of the house; he knew there was no dog to worry about. The gate was locked so he reached up to hoist himself over the wooden gate. He gasped in pain as two sharp nails ripped open his fingers. Quickly pulling his hand back further ripped open his fingers. He looked at the gate and saw that there were several nail heads; someone had made sure that no one would just pull themselves over this fence. "Fuck it," Eduardo spat; he would return later, after getting his mother to fix his hand. Eduardo returned to his mother's car and got in. He cursed; the smell of gasoline was strong. Obviously he had spilled some on his clothes. His mother got very upset when he came home with his clothes smelling of gasoline. Eduardo frowned; he didn't remember putting the passenger window down in this chilly weather. He started the car, activating the automatic door locks and shoulder strap of the seat belt, and began to raise the electric window. "Hey, like playing with matches?" Richard Boudreaux suddenly asked, popping up in front of the raising window. "What?" a startled Eduardo cried out. "Here," Richard said and tossed a flaming book of matches onto the seat just before the window finished closing. Eduardo was engulfed in an inferno as the gasoline soaked seat ignited. He struggled frantically with the door handle before remembering that he had to hit the button to unlock the door first. By the time Eduardo staggered out of the car, it was too late. He managed to stagger three feet from the car before collapsing to the street. "Why are the sprinklers on?" Bernie asked as Richard came into the house. "Just making sure the outside pipes didn't get frozen over," Richard smiled. ---- "See, you do it like this," Cristopher Michael patiently showed Jamie, carefully applying the glue to the border of her red heart. "Then you take the glitter and..." "How come you can do that so neat but can't clean up your room?" Alicia smiled. "Because this is fun; cleaning my room's work," Cristopher Michael shrugged. "And then we can write 'I Love You' in it, right?" Jamie asked as she waited for the glue to dry. "Hey, Mom, how you spell 'Valentine' and go slow, okay?" Cristopher Michael asked, holding the bottle of glue at the ready. ---- "Ooh, that's a beauty," John had said as he looked at Paul's eye. "Ready?" "What?" Paul had sputtered. "Come on; we're meeting Marc, then after we eat, we're going to the Bender Beginner's meeting," John had patiently said. "But I look at me, look at my eye!" Paul had sputtered. "A black eye ever stop you from drinking?" John had asked, waving impatiently toward his truck. "So, drink today?" John asked as they drove to Delphy's diner. "No," Paul said, and then admitted. "Wanted to, though." "Think you'll like this meeting; see it's mostly people with maybe a few months at the most; they deal with the First, Second, and Third Step," John explained. "Marc and I will be right down the hall in the Long-Timers meeting." "How's the other guy look?" Marc asked, looking at the black eye as Paul slid into the booth. "She looks pretty good," Paul admitted. "In fact, she looks damned good." ---- "Hey, um, Angel, why we keep getting picked up but not you?" Juan Costoval dared ask. "Because bitch," Angel said angrily and punched Juan in the face. "Yeah, how come?" another gang member asked. "Bitch, you want me to..." Angel threatened. "Yeah, Angel, why we keep getting picked up and not you?" another asked. Angel looked around. There were fifteen angry boys and men surrounding him. He reached for his nine millimeter. Juan brought his own nine millimeter out before Angel could reach his pistol. ---- "Manny's?" Richard light-heartedly complained. "But I hate Manny's!" "Shut up; you do not!" Bernie laughed. "Makes me want to poop just thinking about it," Richard lied as he pulled into the parking lot. He ran around, opened Bernie's car door, and then opened the back door to get Kimberly out of her baby seat. "Hey, mother fucker, no one disrespects the Angels two seven zero," Richard heard from behind him. He heard Bernie gasp and saw, out of the corner of his eye, Bernie reach for her can of pepper spray. "I do," he heard a female voice call out just as he whirled around to do battle with the gang member. "Angels ain't nothing but a piece of shit." There were three young men, one holding a double barreled shotgun, the other two with nine millimeter pistols in hand. The three had been temporarily distracted by the female voice that had called out that she did dare disrespect the Angels 270. The shotgun wielding gang member's head suddenly exploded, bone, blood and brain splattering onto Richard. Richard kicked the gun out of the hand of the gang member to his right, letting Bernie spray the third one in his face with her pepper spray. She never got a chance; the gang member's head exploded as a second shot rang out. "Hi, y'all never saw me," Crystal said as she pumped a third bullet into the last gang member's head. "Have a nice day." "Yeah, you too," Richard said as he wiped the splatter from his shirt. "Oh my God! What should we do?" Bernie asked as she watched the young woman get into a Toyota. "I'm having the three enchiladas plate," Richard said. "No, no, I mean about..." Bernie said.