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Dee & The Twins Pt. 01

By: JimBob44



*Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

**Description of symbols. '>>>' denotes a return to present time. '----' denotes a natural break in narrative.

Chapter 1

Professor Huxton marched up and down the aisles, slapping tests down on students' desks as he went. He continued to whine in his high-pitched nasal voice about poor study habits, poor note taking, not following through with the homework assignments.

"The math lab is available to any student that takes the initiative and goes down there," he sneered. "But that won't do you any good unless you actually go there, you know."

Dee smiled as she looked at the '97' on her paper. She quickly skimmed down the sheet to see the mistake that had cost her a perfect score. There it was, a missed negative sign.

He was finished handing back the tests, but wasn't finished humiliating the students as he burst into his rapid-fire lecture on factoring. An unfortunate student dared interrupt with a question and was screamed at for interrupting.

"You have any questions, you wait until I'm finished," Professor Huxton reminded the class, then resumed his lecture.

At the end of his lecture, he sneered at the students that dared to have a question, then announced the end of the class period. There was a mad dash to get out of the classroom.

Dee pushed her thick brown hair back out of her light brown eyes and gathered up her books. She gave a quick look around at the students; some of them were very attractive. Quite a few were also giving her the once-over; she too was quite attractive.

Delicious 'Dee' Africa Jones was a very attractive young lady of twenty-three years of age. Her good looks came from a rich history; one she had researched for her Sociology 305 class. 


In 1845, Sarah, a slave owned by Mr. Carter went into labor. It was the thirty-year-old slave's seventh child, but this one seemed to be different from the other births. The previous births had been quick, nearly painless. This one, however, had given her pains almost from the very start.

"That 'cause it a boy," Ruth had snickered. "Boys always be trouble."

She groaned as the contractions came closer and closer and sweated in the Mississippi summer heat. It felt like her belly was ripping open.

It was not a boy, as Ruth had predicted, but Sara Carter did not live to see that. She died just before Ruth, acting as midwife, pulled the baby from Sarah and gave it a resounding slap on it's backside, to start the breath of life.

"I name her Sarah," Ruth said tearfully. "I bring her up for you, my friend."

Sarah did not wonder why she was the only child of Ruth Carter. She did not wonder how such an old, withered woman could have birthed her. She was a simple, happy child, and a hard worker.

War broke out and Mr. Carter joined his other brothers in the Mississippi brigade. He did not return to his homestead. 

When news of their freedom reached them, many of the slaves simply continued to pick the cotton for Mrs. Carter, not knowing any other way to live, to exist.

"You, you free," Ruth cackled to Sarah.

"So?" Sarah shrugged. "What that mean?"

Sarah Carter and Moses Carter jumped the broom in 1866. Ruth sobbed and cackled in delight as her baby enjoyed the freedom of marrying herself a man of her choosing, not a man the lady of the house decided she should breed with.

Sarah gave birth to Rachael Carter, Ester Carter, and Rebecca Carter. In 1871, Moses left her for another girl on the same plantation, disgusted with a woman that gave him only daughters, instead of the son he hoped for. 

Moses' second wife fared no better and he left Hattiesburg, Mississippi altogether, looking for the woman that would bear him a son.

----

In 1885, nineteen-year-old Rachael Carter traveled to Montgomery Alabama, to go to work for Lady Carter's daughter and her husband, Penelope and Steven Jones.

"Of course, there's really not much to do, with Steven, junior away at Harvard," Penelope intoned, and grew quite agitated that Rachael did not react to the mention of the lofty university.

There may not have been 'much to do,' but Penelope made sure that Rachael was always busy. 

Rachael dabbed at the sweat as she scrubbed the floors in young Steven's room; Steven was expected home for the summer break.

"You look thirsty," young Steven Jones Junior smiled and held out a tall glass of iced tea.

"Oh no, I couldn't," Rachael said, recognizing the glass as one of Mrs. Jones' nice glasses, the ones she only brought out for company.

"Oh, come on, just one glass," Steven Junior cajoled

She knew Mrs. Jones would have a fit if she saw her drinking from one of the good glasses. Mrs. Jones was none too subtle in her disdain of her Negro servants. But it was hot, and she was thirsty, and it was Mrs. Jones' son that was offering the glass.

"That's a girl," Steven smiled as the attractive Negro servant quickly drained the glass, drinking quickly lest Mrs. Jones catch her drinking from one of the good glasses.

She came to on Young Steven Jones' bed, with her clothes in disarray and a sore, burning sensation in her private area. Her breasts were also quite sore, as if they'd been squeezed too hard. She vomited heartily; her stomach was not used to alcohol.

Nine months later, Polly Carter was born. Penelope Jones did not listen to Rachael's protestations that she had no idea where the baby came from, and kept a very close eye on the attractive servant, especially when her husband was in the house.

Rachael did not mourn with Mrs. And Mr. Jones when news of young Steven Jones death reached them. It seemed the daring young rake had been found in a wife's boudoir and leapt from an eight-story window to avoid the certain thrashing the wife's husband would have given him.

"And that probably how I got me that baby," she deduced.

Rachael began to call her daughter Polly Jones, an action that actually found favor with the mistress of the house. The lady of the house also began to treat the servant with a little more kindness. It seemed the death of her son had softened her harsh edges.

----

Polly Jones was hired to clean the home and the office of a son of a friend of Penelope Jones, James Richardson. Mother and daughter shed a few tears as the girl boarded a train from Montgomery, Alabama and headed down to New Orleans, Louisiana. 

James Richardson was an attorney at law, was single, and was quite sought after by the well-to-do society, both as an attorney and as a potential suitor and husband for the debutantes of New Orleans society.

He did not come down to the station to collect Polly and her one trunk; but did send his livery steward. The tall black man easily picked up the heavy trunk, then assisted the woman up the carriage step into the plush carriage. 

Polly looked around at the bustling Mecca in awe. Montgomery was not a small town, but was certainly not as large, or as elaborate and ornate as New Orleans. She was still gaping about when Charles pulled the carriage in front of a brownstone building on Magazine and State Street.

:Nester Richardson is expecting you; his office is the second one on the right when you enter through the 'Colored Only' door at the rear of the building," Charles said as he helped Polly down from the carriage. "Please, hurry, he is expecting you."

After knocking on the door marked 'Colored Only,' Polly entered the darkened hallway and walked down to the second door on the right, as Charles had indicated. Another timid knock and she was bid to enter.

James Richardson took her breath away. He was incredibly handsome with his blonde hair, parted stylishly in the middle and large handlebar mustache. He took off his reading spectacles and smiled widely at her, revealing a mouthful of dazzling white teeth. He stood up, revealing his well-muscled physique to the young lady.

"Ah, Miss Jones! It is Miss Jones, right?" he asked in a deep voice.

"uh, yeah, uh yes sir, I Miss Polly Jones," she stammered as he took her small hand in his large one and gave her hand a firm shake.

"Hate to have to greet you this way, but there's quite a bit of work needs to be done as soon as you can," he genially said and guided her to the small closet that housed her broom, cloth mop and scrub brushes as well as three large tin buckets.

"I know, you're probably tired from such an arduous train ride, but it's gotten to the point that I am embarrassed to have my clients visit me at my office," he apologized.

"Oh no, no sir, I get on it right away," Polly said and grabbed the broom and dustpan first.

He was exaggerating; the suite of offices was nearly immaculate, but Polly did her best to clean it even more.

"Very nice, very nice indeed," James murmured from behind her.

"Thank you sir," she responded. "I does my best."

"And it shows, Miss Jones, it shows," he agreed.

She had been working there for three months. Every now and then, James would make a light-hearted overture; Polly recognized it as 'fishing.' He was throwing the hook out there to see if she would nibble at the bait. Her usual response was to giggle and waggle a finger at him.

"Polly," he called out one afternoon. "Please come to my office."

"Yes sir?" she asked as she bustled into the office.

"Please close the door," he asked and she did so.

"That, Mister and Miss Overlon, they were my last clients for the day, and thankfully, tomorrow is Saturday," he smiled and she returned his smile, though she was not sure why.

"So shall I draw your bath, or have Charles bring your carriage around?" Polly asked.

"No, no, Miss Polly, I was hoping that you and I would spend this time getting to know one another better," James said and stood up.

Polly looked at the man, fighting the urge to laugh. He looked positively ridiculous, bare from the waist down as he was. His small cock was hard, sticking straight out, and drooling his excitement.

"You wants me to take care of that with my mouth?" Polly asked as she stood up and slipped out of her simple dress. "Or with my cunt?"

She was no virgin; she'd lost her virginity to another one of the servants at the Jones' household.

"Oh!" James shuddered at the sight of the voluptuous servant and sprayed his semen onto his desktop.

"Let me get that," Polly laughed and got a rag from the closet.

She was comfortable with her nudity and smiled at him as her breasts bobbled and jiggled as she wiped his semen from the desktop. He groaned aloud, then growled and attacked her breasts, suckling on the large chocolate brown nipples. She laughed and cradled his head to her breasts. His fingers traveled down her plump belly and combed through her profuse thicket of black pubic hair. 

Mm hmm," he moaned as he found her pussy to be quite wet and ready for his erect cock.

"Let me suck it first," Polly whispered, then kissed him on his lips.

He felt her wet mouth encircle his manhood then felt her tongue lap at the sensitive flesh.

"Oh, oh, oh my!" he groaned, then filled her mouth with his seed.

"You wants me on the settee, or on the carpet here?" Polly smiled.

"The settee," he panted and she lay down on the silk covered couch.

----

No amount of scrubbing could get the stains from the delicate fabric, but James refused to get rid of it. He laughed as he told Polly, he rather liked the idea that his snooty, pretentious clients were sitting on the combined love juices of their attorney and his colored maid and did not know it.

"In fact," he gave her his knowing leer. "It gets me quite randy, just to think of it."

"Mister Richardson, everything gets you randy," she laughed, but good-naturedly took his cock into her mouth.

Her belly was growing larger and larger and James actually hired another colored girl to do Polly's duties around the house.

"Your only duties are to fuck," he said crudely and she smiled and parted her legs for him.

----

The white doctor was quite agitated as Charles brought him to the Richardson home; he had just administered a large dose to cocaine to himself.

The fact that his charge was a colored woman furthered agitated him and he nearly refused to assist in the birth of the woman's child.

Rachael Polly Richardson was born in May of 1907. The doctor carelessly crushed the baby girl's skull with the forceps. Rendering the child both blind and mentally addled.

In 1908, Polly tearfully boarded a train with her disfigured child and took her East, to Hattiesburg, Mississippi and put her in the only institution in the United States of America that would take a colored child.

----

In 1925, Thomas Lincoln became the new Director of Services for the Mississippi School for Blind Negroes. He surveyed his charges and smiled gleefully. Several of the girls appealed to him and he set about interviewing them, one at a time.

Rachael Richardson giggled and laughed as the man talked silly talk to her, and giggled as he removed her dress and undergarments that the Sisters made her wear.

She grunted and cooed as he touched her breasts; whenever she touched them, the Sisters slapped her hands and told her this was bad, naughty. She gasped as he touched her crotch; another no-no place the Sisters did not like for her to touch.

"You like that, huh?" Mr. Lincoln laughed as she grunted in orgasm.

She screamed as he stuck something in her crotch and caused a burning pain. She tried to bite his hand as he clamped his large hand over her mouth. A strong slap to her face stopped her and she sobbed and grunted and sniffled as he thrust the strange object in and out of her crotch. She heard him grunt, then make a strange bellowing sound, then he stopped thrusting whatever it was in and out of her. She felt a strange wetness when he pulled the object out of her.

He often had her brought to his office and would repeat the entire ordeal. It no longer burned when he shoved the object into her crotch, but she did not like it and often felt ashamed of herself after he dismissed her.

There was something wrong; Rachael's belly felt very hot, like it was on fire. She got out of the bed, thinking she might have to go to relieve herself like she often did whenever she had a tummy ache.

"Sister Theresa!" she cried out as a new pain tore at her tummy and caused her to stagger to her knees.

----

Thomas Lincoln was removed from duties at MSBN when seven more girls became impregnated. He was reassigned to a state mental institution in Vicksburg, Mississippi. 

James Richardson was not satisfied with simply removing the man and sought reparations; he and his maid were raising the two children he'd given Rachael; a son Polly lovingly named James Charles Richardson and a daughter Polly named Venus Marie Richardson.

The courts did not recognize the rights of the blind and certainly did not recognize the rights of a blind Negro so Thomas Lincoln was not fined or ordered to make any restitution. 

His bloated body was discovered, nude and adorned with several welts, as if he'd been beaten with a large, heavy chain, floating in the Mississippi River, just south of Vicksburg. Charles graciously accepted the one thousand dollars from James Richardson. Neither man ever spoke of Thomas Lincoln or of Vicksburg, Mississippi again.

----

James Charles and Venus Marie enjoyed the comfort the wealth of the woman they thought of as their mother brought to them. But they never ever forgot that they were colored. Even though they both had skin only slightly darker than many of the other children in the neighborhood, they were Negroes.

They didn't understand it, but accepted it. Upon graduation from school, James decided he wanted to be an attorney, Like Mister Richardson and Venus decided that she wanted to be a nurse. The two got onto the large bus and rode east to Washington College in Mobile, Alabama, the only college for Negroes that offered law courses to Negroes in 1945.

----

The loud, raucous laughter made Venus nervous; the sailors were drinking and listening to bawdy vaudeville songs, and watching the burlesque dancers. She did not like walking past the bars that crowded the street, but it was the shortest and quickest route to the hospital.

The splash of the water as the four sailors dumped her into the Gulf revived her. She screamed as she realized that she was now nude, and valiantly tried to cover herself and to swim as the four sailors laughed and jeered and hooted.

"Ain't probably nothing going to happen to y'all," the sheriff smiled as the four sailors sat in his jail cell. "Hell, the girl wasn't nothing but a n*gger anyhow."

But the presiding judge was not as narrow minded as most in the state of Alabama in 1945 and quickly sentenced the four sailors to the maximum sentence of five years hard labor each. Two have the sailors actually committed suicide rather than go to a labor camp in northern Alabama.

Venus raised Milton Scott Richardson while she completed her education and internship at the hospital. He was a healthy, happy baby and a rambunctious child. But he too never forgot that he was black

----

When Milton graduated from high school, college did not appeal to him. Milton traveled west, to Lafayette Louisiana, and got a job on an oilrig. He grew his curly hair long and combed it out in the wild style of the more militant blacks, although he was not militant.

Offshore, Milton was highly regarded. He was a hard worker, easy going and could take a joke, just as well as dish on out.

On dry land, he was a black man. Even in 1966, he had a hard time finding an apartment to rent, or a restaurant to eat at, or a grocery store to shop at that did not have its stock boy follow him around to make sure he didn't steal anything.

Mildred Jones felt her pussy grow wet when the light skinned black man came in to the bank. She was strongly attracted to black men, especially after making love with her first one. His cock had been twice the length and girth of her husband's cock and from that moment on, she was hooked.

She lightly flirted with him and he smiled amicably. It was nice to have someone speak in friendly tones to him. They concluded their transaction and she had to run to the bathroom and masturbate.

The next time he came in to cash his paycheck, she flirted a little more aggressively and he agreed to have a cup of coffee with her. There was a small restaurant on Johnston Street that did not discriminate and they agreed to meet there.

She was sure her husband would not be home for another hour or two; it was Tuesday night; his bowling league night.

Her blonde pussy was nice and tight and wet and Milton drilled it like he was drilling for oil.

Suddenly the door opened and Prentiss Jones walked in.

"Rape!" Mildred screamed and Prentiss blew out the back of Melton's head with his forty four-caliber handguns.

Nine months later, Ann Marie Emily Jones was born. She had light caramel skin and straight brown hair; Mildred named her AnnMarie after a childhood friend, the daughter of their colored maid and Emily because it was Prentiss's mother's name. One look at AnnMarie and it was obvious that the pale skinned, blonde haired Prentiss Jones was not the biological father of the caramel skinned child.

Two years later, he walked in to catch Mildred on her hands and knees, sucking one black cock while a second black cock plumbed her pussy. This time Prentiss did not shoot the men; he shot his unfaithful wife, then blew his own brains out.

----

AnnMarie Emily Jones grew up in one foster home after another ; no one wanted to adopt the child because of her black ancestry. Neither Mildred's parents or Prentiss' parents wanted anything to do with the child, both sets of grandparents claiming 'she ain't no kin to me.'


Dee & The Twins Pt. 01



In 1985, the eighteen year old was unceremoniously dropped off the roster of the State of Louisiana and the foster home put her out on the street. If they would be receiving no money for her , they saw no benefit to feeding her or clothing her, or housing her.

Smitty Simeneaux smiled as the frightened girl regarded him.

"Hey baby face," he said and showed her how to shoot up the heroin.

The stuff was magic. Suddenly she felt attractive, and desirable, and wanted and warm and comforted. All Smitty had to do was show her the needle and she would fuck the stranger, or suck his dick, or let them stick their cocks up her ass, even though that hurt terribly the first few times.

On the streets of Lafayette, she was known as Precious. That's what Smitty called her, that's what her tricks called her, that's what the cops called her.

Delicious Africa Jones was born on Precious' nineteenth birthday, addicted to heroin just like her mother. Precious did not know for sure, but she strongly suspected that Smitty was the father of the beautiful baby girl.

Delicious screamed and cried nonstop as she went through withdrawal symptoms and suffered from several allergies. Smitty had no desire to 'settle down' and had no desire to be a father. He certainly had no use for a stupid bitch that wanted to stay at home, rather than fuck and suck and bring in the money.

So Precious found herself once again having sex for the magic needle. She got pregnant almost immediately, but that didn't stop Smitty from sending her out on the streets of Lafayette. In her seventh month of pregnancy, the men that were willing to fuck her dwindled and Smitty started cutting the heroin with baking soda.

"Come on, mother fucker!" Precious screamed when Smitty refused to give her any heroin.

"Fifty bucks? Bitch, you bring home fifty bucks? And you want a hundred dollars worth of shit?" Smitty screamed back.

His big mistake was in hitting her. He never saw her knife, but he certainly felt it as she slashed across his belly and opened him up.

Delight America Jones was born as Precious awaited trial for the murder of Harold 'Smitty' Simeneaux. One look at the boy and she knew the father was not Smitty, but was most likely Albert Prejean, a mildly retarded black man that she'd have sex with for twenty five bucks, instead of fifty. He was nice, insisted that they kiss before and after the sex and would promise to be back on the third of the following month, when his Social Security check came in.

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Delicious Africa Jones fell victim to the same foster care system that had raised AnnMarie. However, she was fortunate enough to be given to Doctors Stanley and Mona Walberg; a childless couple that immediately fell in love with the eleven month old girl. The couple lived forty miles away from Lafayette, in DeGarde, Louisiana and set about raising the girl as if she were their own. The money that the state sent to them was put away into a savings account for the beautiful child; the WalBergs were both very successful doctors and had no need of the money.

Both Stanley and Mona were shocked when they met AnnMarie Emily 'Precious' Jones; she was obviously of African-American descent; Delicious did not have any traces of her African heritage.

"Not that it would make any difference," they hastened to assure each other.

Precious refused to sign any papers allowing the Walbergs to adopt Delicious. The Walbergs pleaded, begged, threatened, cajoled, bribed, but Precious stuck fast to her beliefs that she would be a much better mother than any Jewish woman and would set about raising her two children as soon as she was released from prison.

Even when she was sentenced to ten years, precious still refused to give up her parental rights to Delicious or Delight, who was also in a loving foster home.

>>>>>>>>

Dee did not smile at a few of the jocks that were confident enough to smile at her. Quite often, her good looks served to intimidate others, rather than attract them. But when it came to jocks, she had a few scars that had not healed yet.

She pushed her way through the clump of students at the door of the Algebra class and breathed a sigh of relief. Crowds, unwanted touches, unintentional touches brought up horrible memories.

Chapter 2

She couldn't help but smile, though. The Doyeski Twins stood out in the hall, jabbering at each other in whatever language they affected. The two blondes stood in their matching halter-tops and shorts and sneakers, clutching their books to their chests. Both had long blonde hair, light blue eyes, slightly large noses and thin pink lips. They both smiled quite easily and often, and were very pretty when they smiled.

They stood at five feet, four inches, and both sported thirty-four B Breasts, twenty-nine inch waists, and thirty-two inch hips. The shorts did give them the appearance of long, sleek legs and very shapely rear ends.

Dee knew that they were first generation Russian-Americans; their mother had been pregnant with them when she left Russia and joined her husband in California. It was a fact that the two twenty year olds were proud to share with anyone that asked.

The twins weren't smiling though as they jabbered back and forth in the harsh Slavic language.

"Hey," Dee said and they looked at her, then smiled.

"Hey Dee," Nadia , or was it Sonja said.

"Yeah, hey," the other one chimed in.

"SO how'd you do on Huxton's test?" Dee asked and regretted asking.

Both girls looked like they were ready to cry.

"Forty one," Nadia, or was it Sonja said.

"Ooh, that's rough," Dee sympathized.

"I got a forty eight," the other twin said and stuck her tongue out at her twin, displaying their natural sibling rivalry.

"It's still andF,'" the other twin shrilled, then turned to Dee. "It's still an 'F' but 'So Smart Sonja' is going to rub it in forever that she got a better grade than I did."

"Y'all try the Math Lab?" Dee asked as the three girls walked toward the heavy doors that led outside into the DeGarde humidity.

"Yeah, and all those gross nerds want to do is try to get a date with us," Sonja complained.

"Yeah, we're asking them for help and all they're doing is gawking at us," Nadia joined in.

"And how'd you do?" Sonja asked Dee.

"Um, I got a ninety seven," Dee admitted.

"You're kidding!" Sonja exclaimed.

"Yeah, well, I mean, we went over all this stuff in high school," Dee said.

"Help us?" Nadia begged as Dee pushed the door open and immediately felt the humidity begin to curl her hair.

"Yes, please?" The other twin begged.

"Well, yeah, um, I guess so," Dee said.

She wrote down her address and her phone numbers, both her landline and her cell phone and gave the paper to Sonja. Nadia immediately ripped the paper out of Sonja's hand. This prompted a playful scuffle between the two girls.

"I'm not going to promise not to gawk," Dee smiled.

"Oh, that's all right," Sonja giggled as she and Nadia ran off to their next class.

Sonja apparently thought Dee was kidding.


"Okay, Cindy, Truth or Dare?" Amber Istrey asked Cindy Brown.

The three eighteen year old girls were locked in Amber's room; Amber's mother and mother's boyfriend were out at Charles Villeaux's Baylor Lake cabin for a long weekend, and Adam Villeaux, Charles' son that lived with them, was in New Orleans, at Loyola University. So Amber, Cindy and Dee were all alone. 

"Um, dare," the extremely overweight girl brazenly said.

"Um, I um I dare you to um, I want you to kiss Dee, for two minutes," Amber giggled.

"With tongue?" Cindy asked.

"Um, yeah," Amber decided.

The two brunettes shrugged their shoulders and kissed for what seemed like a very long two minutes before Amber finally admitted she'd not been keeping track of the time.

"Amber!" Cindy shrieked. "You make a dare like that, you have to keep the time!"

"Sorry," the attractive blonde giggled.

"Okay, Amber," Cindy said. "Truth or..."

"Truth," Amber quickly decided; not wanting to incur Cindy's wrath over forgetting to time the kiss.

"You ever spy on Adam when he's showering and stuff?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah," Amber blushed and admitted, then went into some detail about Adam's attributes.

----

When Precious had gotten out of prison, she collected her two children, eleven-year-old Delicious and ten year old Delight. Delicious threw a horrible tantrum, declaring that the Walbergs were her parents.

"You shut your mouth," Precious ordered and slapped the insolent girl across the face.

That prompted the first time that Delicious ran away from home. Time and again, the police were summoned out to whatever apartment Precious and Delicious and Delight were living in to go find the girl.

"Okay, you wants to be white?" Precious finally screamed. "Go on, get the fuck out of here! Go on, go back to them white mother fuckers."

"Bye," Delicious sneered and called Mona to come get her.

"I is your mother, don't you ever forget that," Precious hissed in the smirking girl's face.

"You may be my mother, but you'll never be my mom," Delicious hissed back.

----

Cathy Istrey, her daughter Amber and boyfriend Charles Villeaux and son Adam Villeaux lived directly across the street from the Walbergs. Cindy's house backed up against the Istreys home. The three girls were inseparable and all three had cried piteously when precious insisted on taking her daughter away. 

They shed tears of joy when Dee moved back into the Walbergs' home.

----

"Okay, Dee," Amber said. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," Dee said and smiled.

"Um, okay, I um, I dare you to..." Amber thought.

Dares with Dee was always hard; there was almost nothing the girl wouldn't do. Coming up with a dare that made her say 'no' was seemed to be the goal for both Amber and Cindy whenever they got together to play this game.

"I dare you to eat Cindy's pussy!" Amber crowed, sure Dee would say 'no.'

It was Cindy that hemmed and hawed and finally balked at it, so Dee was given credit for a successful 'Dare.'

"Amber," Dee began.

Amber's stomach was tied in knots. If she said 'truth' both Dee and Cindy would laugh at her for being too chicken to say 'dare.' If she said 'dare,' Dee was sure to give her a really tough one.

"Dare," she finally said and tensed up, waiting.

"I dare you to suck my nipples, both of them, one minute each; Cindy will keep time," Dee smiled.

Amber smiled also; this was an easy one. They'd dared each other to do this before and none had ever backed down from it.

Dee pulled her nightshirt over her head and bared her breasts to Amber.

Dee had thirty-eight double d breasts, capped with large chocolate brown nipples. She was active in all the sports available to the girls at Cabrini High School so her waist was a nice, slender twenty seven inches, but her hips flared out to thirty six inches. She stood five feet and six inches tall, with muscular legs.

Amber also stood at five feet and six inches and had very nice thirty-six C breasts with medium sized pink nipples. Her waist was twenty-nine inches, and her hips were thirty-four inches. She had long, thick blonde hair, a heart shaped face and a perpetual smile.

Cindy was nearly one hundred and fifty pounds overweight on a five foot one inch body. To both Dee and Amber, Cindy was the prettiest of them all, but no one would ever notice that. Her breasts were a monumental fifty E cup, her waist was a voluminous fifty-three inches, and her hips flared out to forty-nine inches. Her legs were stubby trunks.

Two of the three girls also had a major crush on Adam Istrey, Amber's good looking older brother. Dee no longer had a crush on him; she'd overheard him laughing to a buddy of his about 'the little half-n*gger that lived across the street.' She had not told Amber or Cindy about that, and pretended to still have a huge crush on the boy.

"Mm," Dee moaned and lightly combed Amber's blonde hair back as the girl sucked and tongued Dee's hard nipple. Cindy alternated between watching the second hand of her watch and watching Amber's actions.

"Time," Cindy announced and Amber began to suck the other nipple.

"Okay, Cindy," Amber said when Cindy called 'Time' a second time.

"Truth," Cindy laughed.

"Did you like it when you and Dee was kissing?" Amber asked and giggled at Cindy's hot blush.

"Yeah," Cindy admitted and all three girls squealed and shrieked.

"Okay, Amber," Cindy started.

Amber knew that Cindy's dares were normally quite tame; the girl was always too afraid of retribution.

"Dare," she triumphantly said.

"I dare you to eat Dee's pussy, since you were so eager to make her eat mine," Cindy said and then squealed in laughter at Amber's stunned expression.

Dee smiled as she shimmied out of her panties and bared her bald slit to the girls' view.

"Ooh, when'd you shave it?" Amber asked.

"Remember that stupid video you stole out of Adam's room?" Dee laughed. "It itched too much when it started growing back, so I just keep it shaved."

"Okay, how long?" Amber asked a blushing Cindy.

"Um, two minutes," Cindy decided and watched her best friend put her mouth to her other best friend's pussy.

"Oh," Dee hissed as Amber's tongue slobbered up and down her swollen pussy lips.

Amber purposefully avoided any contact with Dee's clitoris. And very quickly stopped when a breathless Cindy called 'time.'

"Okay, Cindy," Amber sullenly began.

"Truth!" Cindy crowed.

"Damn it, Cindy!" Amber snapped. "That's not fair!"

----

When the three girls graduated from Cabrini High School, Cindy mysteriously disappeared for four months. Amber and Dee both started their freshmen year at the University of Louisiana at DeGarde.

"Hey Dee," the gorgeous little brunette smiled as Dee threw her books into the pick up truck.

"Cindy?" Dee asked, mouth open in shock.

Gone was the one hundred and fifty pounds of excess weight. She had also learned some hair styling techniques and makeup tricks.

The two friends squealed and screamed and hugged tightly.

"God, Cindy, you look beautiful!" Dee enthused. "Of course, you always were beautiful, but, my God!"

"Dee," Cindy laughed. "You and Amber were the only ones that ever thought that."

"But it was always the truth," Dee said and impulsively kissed her friend again.

Squealing and screaming, they ran across the street to rouse Amber, who did not have an early morning class.

----

Adam smiled at the gorgeous brunette who blushed hotly, but returned his smile.

"Hi Cindy," Adam said.

"See?" Amber nudged her friend. "I told you he'd recognize you."

"It's your smile," Adam said. "You always had the prettiest smile."

>>>>

It had broken Dee's heart when Cindy and Adam began dating. Cindy did not want to play 'those games' with Amber and Dee any longer, seeing it as an act of infidelity. Without Cindy, Amber felt it was 'too weird' to do those things with Dee.

So, while she did date the young men that were available in DeGarde, Dee also dated the occasional female. 

With their thick blonde hair, and slightly heart shaped faces, the Doyeski twins did remind Dee slightly of Amber.

She watched the twins' compact little bottoms as they ran to their next class and smiled. Her next class was in the next building over and she very quickly got out of the oppressive heat and tramped up the three flights of stairs to the classroom for World History 403.

----

Dee let herself into the two-bedroom apartment and sighed contentedly. The air conditioning was going full blast, cooling the inferior to a chilly sixty-five degrees. Al Gore and his 'Keep it Green' philosophy could go fuck off; they did not live in the oppressive heat and humidity of south Louisiana.

She dropped her shorts and panties to the floor and her tee shirt and bra followed. She loved her apartment, loved living alone. When she'd first bought the building, Precious had made her feel guilty and had moved herself and Delight into the downstairs apartment. In less than one week, Dee had regretted her moment of weakness and told precious and the shiftless Delight they had thirty days to vacate the premises.

"You are evicting your own mom?" Precious had snarled.

"Mother," Dee corrected her with an air of confidence she did not truly feel. "I told you before, you're my mother, but you'll never be my mom."

Delight had trashed the apartment, punching holes in the sheetrock and bashing in the doors. Dee had informed both the surly mother and son to never ever call her again, even if it was to inform her of their deaths.

She picked up the discarded clothing and padded, nude, to the bathroom and dropped the clothing into the hamper. Then she jumped into the shower and washed away the day's sweat and grime.

She checked the clock on the oven; three fifteen. The twins were coming over at six thirty, so she did not hurry to dress again. Instead she tossed a Lean cuisine into the microwave.

She smiled; that was a bad habit she'd picked up from Mona.

"But Honey, why cook when someone else is willing to do it for you?" Mona had laughed. "It's so much easier; life's too short to be doing all that chopping and cutting and measuring and this and that."

Chapter 3

She poured herself a stiff gin and tonic while she waited for the microwave to finish; a bad habit she'd picked up from Precious. Sometimes, every now and then, she had to admit, the drinking did get a bit out of hand. She also did like to smoke the occasional joint. Having the chief of the DeGarde Police Department living right across the street had not stopped Dee from experimenting with some recreational drugs. It hadn't stopped Amber from doing it either, and it hadn't stopped Adam and Cindy as well.

But Amber had gone off the deep end with it, getting hooked on cocaine and very nearly dying from an overdose of vodka and cocaine. Now the twenty three year old was studying to be a Substance Abuse counselor. They were still friends, still got together for dinners and chit-chats at Delphy's Diner, but they no longer hit the nightlife of Lafayette, no longer did the spontaneous drives down to New Orleans to really cut loose and party.

Every now and then, when the self-doubt welled up inside of her, when she realized she was indeed Precious Jones's daughter, Dee would go on a bender of self-pity and gin and marijuana. She would always emerge, full of remorse and self-loathing and vow never to do it again. But as soon as the calamities of day-to-day life would grow too severe, she'd be off on another binge.

While she waited, she absently fidgeted with her pussy rings. She had three rings on each of her inner pussy lips and a ring through the hood of her clitoris. She also had nipple rings and a pierced navel. 

The rings had not been a drunken weekend decision. The pierced nipples and the first two labia piercing had very nearly killed her. Surviving it had very nearly killed her spirit.


Mona and Stanley beamed as Dee came down the stairs in her prom dress. The pale pink seemed to make her light tan glow all the more. Her brown hair had been done up in elaborate curls and ringlets and pale pink ribbons.

Paul Bordelon, her date for the evening's festivities bordered on insolent and rude as Stanley and Mona insisted on taking multiple pictures of the two eighteen year olds. Finally, the two Walbergs ran out of film and Dee hugged and kissed both of her parent's good-bye.

"Oh come on!" Paul complained when Cathy Villeaux insisted on her own set of pictures with Amber and Dee and Cindy and with their respective dates. 

Amber was with Corey Nichols, her boyfriend of two years. Cindy was with Derek Dubell, an equally overweight teenager. Cindy looked terrible in an ill-fitting gown, and Derek looked extremely uncomfortable in a too-tight tuxedo. But both of them smiled happily; they were out on a date, going to the Senior Prom and were with their friends.




Dee & The Twins Pt. 01



"Just smile, please," Dee hissed to Paul when he complained about more pictures being taken at the Brown's home.

The entire evening, Paul was rude, insensitive, and presumptive. More than once, Dee had to push his hands away from her breasts, or her rear end. 

Corey came back to the table from the restroom and whispered something to Amber. Amber looked over at Dee, then leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"Paul's telling everyone that he's going to fuck you tonight," Amber warned.

"Oh really?" Dee laughed, a mirthless laugh.

After the prom, the girls planned to go to amber's house, to go swimming. Derek had already begged off; he did not want to put on a bathing suit, did not want to display his grossly overweight body.

"I bet you can't wait to see me in my new bathing suit," Dee whispered in Paul's ear as they danced. "It's a thong."

"No," he smirked. "I can't wait to see you OUT of it."

"Oh?" she giggled.

The entire evening, Dee kept up the sexual tension. 

Finally, the three girls decided they'd had enough of the prom and urged their dates out to the limousine. Derek timidly kissed Cindy goodnight, then the limousine drove them out to the Villeaux home. Charles and Cathy were out at the lake cabin, as were the Walbergs

"Wait," Dee playfully said and removed Paul's hand from her upper thigh.

The girls paid the limousine driver and Corey tipped the man. Paul just smirked at the driver. Dee pulled Paul into the living room while Cindy, Amber and Corey ran upstairs to change into their swimsuits

"You know," Dee whispered hotly in Paul's ear and pushed him against the door. "I was going to give you the best night of your life."

"Oh yeah," Paul moaned; she was rubbing her crotch against his thigh, rubbing her breasts in his chest.

"I mean, I was going to suck your cock, swallow all that hot jizz; I love the taste of hot jizz," Dee whispered and nibbled on his lower lip.

"Yeah?" Paul moaned.

"Then let you fuck me; I'm on the pill so you wouldn't have to worry about condoms, you don't have any STDs, huh?" Dee husked as she unbuttoned Paul's shirt and raked her fingernails against his bare chest.

"No, no, I'm a virgin," Paul admitted.

"Oh God, we would have lost our virginity together?" Dee moaned.

"Wait, what?" Paul asked, Dee's choice of words beginning to sink in.

"Yeah, Paul, it would have been real nice," Dee snarled as she backed away from the good-looking blonde. "But then you had to be an ass hole and fuck that all up."

"You fucking cock teasing bitch," Paul said, fists curled in rage.

"I mean really, telling everybody you're going to fuck me?" Dee screamed at him. "What the fuck's that all about, huh?"

"And what the fuck's this shit 'I love the taste of hot jizz?'" Paul challenged. "I bet you don't even know how to suck cock, fucking lying cunt."

"Whip it out," Dee demanded.

"What?" Paul asked.

"Come on, whip it out," Dee said. "I'll fucking show you I can suck me some cock, you hear?"

She smirked at his flaccid cock, then sank to her knees and gripped the base of it in her hand. She took a couple of long licks on it, then took the rapidly expanding member deep into her mouth and moaned, sending vibrations all along his shaft. Then she pulled her head off of his cock with a loud 'pop.'

"So, do I know how to suck a cock?" she whispered and licked his neck.

"Yeah," he groaned.

"Damned shame you ain't getting any more, huh?" Dee snapped and opened the front door of the Villeaux home. "Now get out."

"Fucking cock teasing bitch," Paul screamed and moved to lunge at her.

"Uh uh, mother fucker," Corey said loudly and stepped in between Paul and Dee. "You want to take me on, big shot?"

Paul made some threats, but slunk out of the house, especially after Amber reminded him that her stepfather was the Chief of Police.

----

Spring break was fast approaching and the girls made plans. All three were now nineteen, in college, and wanting to blow off some steam. Fort Walton Beach, Florida was their destination.

Cindy and Adam were nearly inseparable every time he came up from Loyola. Amber and Corey were still dating and were even talking about marriage. Dee had begun to date Tyrone Landry, a young man also of mixed heritage.

They rented a three-bedroom beach bungalow from a hotel chain and set up house.

"It's going to be pizza when it's Dee's turn to cook," Cindy complained as they set out the schedules.

"No ma'am," Tyrone laughed. "Y'all forget? I'm in Culinary?"

"And that's why I love this man," Dee said and hugged him tightly.

Outside, Dee slathered on the sunscreen; her skin naturally tanned easily enough and she didn't want it to be too dark. She ignored Tyrone's accusations that she wanted to be 'white,' and made sure to cover herself thoroughly.

"Oh, my goodness!" Paul laughed as he came across the three couples on the sand in front of the beach bungalow. "Man, believe this shit? I'm right down the road! What a small world, huh?"

He was an unwelcome guest, helped himself to a couple of beers from their ice chest, and tried to touch Dee as often as possible, even with Tyrone glaring daggers at him.

"Look, Pal," Tyrone finally hissed. "Get on out of here, know what I'm saying?"

"Hey, Paul, I think you've kind of overstayed your welcome," Corey gently told the former classmate.

"Yeah, yeah, well, great seeing y'all again," Paul said darkly and walked away.

He checked his provisions. He had his father's nine millimeter pistol, a roll of duct tape, long coil of rope, a sharp knife, a can of shave cream and disposable razor, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, two sets of earrings, a large sewing needle, a cigarette lighter, and a bottle of sulfate based anesthetic drops. The front counter of the hotel would provide the last thing on his list.

The clerk didn't even ask for any identification when 'Adam Villeaux' strolled in and asked for a key to Cabin number 9. She just cheerfully agreed to add it to the cabin's tab.

He slept fitfully in the back seat of his car. The heat was sweltering, but he dared not roll down the window; the mosquitoes were horrendous. As dawn broke, Paul masturbated, thinking of what he was going to do to Dee.

The morning sun already beat down hotly as Amber, Cindy, and Dee sat outside of the cabin. Adam, Corey and Tyrone splashed in the waves, tossing a plastic football back and forth, with the girls shouting encouragement and taunts.

"Hey, hey, wassup peeps?" Paul laughed and flopped down on the sand next to Dee.

The girls ignored him and continued to call out to their guys.

Paul almost laughed as Dee put her glass of vodka and orange juice down, right next to him. He took the opportunity to squeeze a couple of drops of the anesthetic into her drink. He fought the urge to giggle when she took a large gulp of her drink.

Dee noticed right away that something was wrong. Her lips felt funny, tingly. Then her tongue felt a little large for her mouth. Her vision blurred slightly and her head buzzed. She frowned; surely she couldn't be drunk; this was the first drink she'd had that morning.

"I'll catch y'all later," Paul said and walked away.

"Don't hurry back," Dee slurred, then giggled at how funny she sounded.

She nudged Amber with her foot. Amber was well on her way to a great drunk; that was her third drink this morning.

"I'm going to lay down for a bit," Dee slurred. "I'm not up in an hour, come get me, okay?"

"Uh huh," Amber agreed

Dee staggered as she walked to the cabin. She had to rest against the door as she dug the key card from her small purse.

Paul let himself in and laughed. Dee lay face down on the living room carpet, just inside the cabin. With some difficulty, he managed to pick her up and carried her, staggering under her weight, to the closest bedroom. 

His knife sliced Dee's bikini top and he groaned as her large breasts and large nipples came into view. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed tightly, letting the fatty tissue pool out between his splayed fingers. When he finally released them, his finger marks could clearly be seen on the lightly tanned flesh.

He then cut her bikini bottom and laughed.

"Fucking right!" he chortled. "Bitch's already shaved!"

He tore off a piece of duct tape and slapped it over her mouth. He then cut a couple pieces of rope from the coil and tied her four limbs to the four corners of the bed.

The cold alcohol splashing onto her right breasts stirred her slightly. She couldn't see anything beyond blurs. There was a blur moving above her and she tried to tell the blur that she didn't feel very good. Her tongue was swelling and she was having great difficulty breathing.

Paul realized, just before he flicked the cigarette lighter, that lighting a flame that close to his hand when his hand was liberally doused with rubbing alcohol, could be quite dangerous. He ran and washed his hands, then came back into the bedroom. He ran the cigarette lighter's flame under the needle, sterilizing it.

Dee jerked slightly when she felt the sharp point of the needle jab her hardened nipple. She vomited at the smell of burning flesh.

The heat of the needle cauterized the flesh; there was only a single drop of blood. Paul threaded the 'P' Earring he'd bought through the hole. The left nipple was doused with the rubbing alcohol and he again ran to wash his hands.

Dee vomited again as she smelled the burning flesh, clogging her nostrils.

She began to buck slightly, trying to get oxygen into her lungs.

Paul threaded the 'B' through the left breast, then poured a generous amount of alcohol onto Dee's hairless mound. He dug his fingers in, making sure to get the liquid onto her inner labia.

Dee felt blackness descend. She struggled valiantly, trying to breathe.

Paul unzipped his shorts, preparing to enter his newly branded whore. Her breasts and pussy bore his marking, 'P' and 'B.' let her high-yellow punk ass boyfriend deal with that, seeing Paul Bordelon's letters on his fine ass bitch.

"Hey, Amber, get me a beer, huh?" Corey called out, rousing Amber from her drunken slumber.

She got to her feet and staggered to the cabin.

Inside, she grabbed a couple of the cans of beer and was preparing to go back outside, when she remembered that Dee had asked her to come wake her up in an hour. She wasn't sure if it had been an hour yet or not, but thought she'd go wake her friend up anyway.

"Dee!" Amber screamed as she saw the tableau playing out.

Paul looked over, startled. Amber, who had been the star softball pitcher for the Cabrini Angels, hurled her can of beer at Paul, striking him squarely in the forehead. The can burst with the force and Paul collapsed onto the floor.

"Dee!" Amber screamed again and ripped the tape from the unconscious girl's mouth. 

She didn't hesitate, just scraped the vomit away with her fingers and began to administer mouth to mouth.

Dee coughed once, vomited again and groaned.

Amber ran outside and screamed for help. Adam, Corey, Cindy and Tyrone ran to the cabin.

"You kill him, it'll be you going to prison," Adam told Tyrone.

Dee was highly allergic to sulfur. Had she not vomited, she would have died of anabolic shock. The District Attorney promised the Bordelons, if the case went to trial, he would be trying Paul Bordelon on several charges, including attempted second-degree murder.

Paul pled guilty to a few lesser charges and was sentenced to fifteen to twenty three years in a medium security prison in Florida. 

The hotel chain, hoping to avoid any publicity over the matter, settled with Dee out of court for seven hundred thousand dollars. The hotel clerk that had given Paul the cabin key was dismissed from her job.

Dee withdrew into herself. Tyrone tried to be supportive, understanding, compassionate, but soon tired of being with a girl that shuddered violently when he tried to hug her, or kiss her. The university also offered the girl assistance, counseling, but she could not stand to be in crowded situations, and actually screamed if someone accidentally touched her.

Mona brought Dee to Sylvia Hooper stein, a college friend that happened to be practicing in DeGarde.

"Mom, I don't know," Dee sniffled as they waited in the doctor's waiting room.

"Mona, Mona Blumenthal, how are you?" Sylvia cheerfully called out as she strode into the waiting room.

"Damn it Sylvia, it's Walberg and you know it!" Mona laughed as the two hugged. "You were at my wedding!"

"And this must be Dee, oh my God, Mona you were right, she is absolutely beautiful," Sylvia smiled to the frightened nineteen year old. "Don't worry; I'm not going to hug you. I understand you're not a big fan of that right now."

Nearly seven months into the treatment, Dee was still hunching over, trying to make herself invisible. Her responses were usually monosyllabic grunts or nonverbal gestures.

"You know," Dr. Hooper stein said. "The ancient Romans were absolutely mystified, completely baffled when the early Christians began to use the cross as a symbol of their faith. And the Star of David is a source of pride for those of Jewish faith, ancestry, even Jews are reviled by one or more factions of society on nearly every continent of our world."

"And?" Dee asked, confused.

"Paul Bordelon had used some cheap gaudy earrings, right?" Dr. Hooper stein asked.

"Yeah," Dee said bitterly. "He had some flimsy old 'P' and 'B' letters."

"Well, fuck the P and B," Sylvia said.

Dee laughed at the prim and proper woman's vulgarity.

"Seriously, Dee," Sylvia smiled. "I'm not saying you shouldn't put the money toward having those holes closed, but until you do, take them away from Paul, make them Dee Jones' instead."

"And how do I do that?" Dee bitterly asked.

"Honey, go get your own earrings. You have much, much better taste that Paul Bordelon; those? Those are your holes, you have the power, not Paul. Make them yours, not his."

Dee gritted her teeth and willed herself through he revolving door of Abdul's Department store. The store was packed with holiday shoppers and a few of them accidentally brushed up against her. One elderly man actually backed up and dug his elbow right into Dee's breast. 

Through streaming tears, Dee struggled to find the jewelry counter. Once there, she managed to calm down; there was no one else at the counter; Abdul's was not an inexpensive store.

She smiled; right in front of her were two Star of David earring sets, one set in gold and the other in silver. She bought both of the sets and selected two large gold hoops and two smaller hoops. 

The sales clerk cheerfully added the silver hoops, and then frowned slightly when Dee burst out laughing when she asked if Dee would like to try any of them on, to see how they looked.

"No, but I'll take those crosses too, two sets, please," Dee smiled and put down her charge card.

Sylvia graciously accepted the Star of David earrings, but was much more gratified by the patient herself. Dee sat up in the chair, not hunched over.

"They're MY Holes," Dee declared. "It's MY decision, not Paul's, not anyone else's. Mine."

>>>>

Later on, she had two more holes put into each labia, then had her clitoral hood pierced, then did her navel as well. It was her decision, not Paul's, not Precious', not Delight's. 

Whenever she felt powerless, or intimidated, she had to remind herself, it was her decision to feel that way. She had the power to make that choice, and the power to break that choice.

She realized her pussy was growing quite wet from the absent minded stimulation and stopped. The microwave beeped and she dug the now too hot meal out and tossed it onto her dining room table. She blew on a forkful that hissed and gasped; it was still too hot.

She went into the second bedroom of her apartment and turned her computer on. The first thing she did was log onto the Internet and check her e-mails. There was one from Amber, just a quick note telling her 'hi' and one from Cindy, chock full of corny jokes. Cindy loved corny jokes, the cornier, and the better. Most of the jokes made Dee groan but smile. She loved Amber and loved Cindy with all of her heart and often missed the innocent days of their youth.

She hurriedly set the computer's alarm for six fifteen. She did not know the Doyeski twins all that well, even though she had two classes with them, but didn't think they'd bee all that ecstatic to have her answer the door totally nude.

She brought up Microsoft Word, pulled her English assignment out and read the instructions for the assignment. She plotted out the outline like Professor McKenzie wanted, saved it, then began the actual assignment itself. She hit 'Spell Check,' saved it and then began to do her World History assignment.

She was finished and looked at the clock; she still had about an hour before the twins were due. She logged back onto the Internet, checked her stock portfolio, checked her bank accounts, and checked her e-mail account, no new messages. She fought down the guilt feelings; Steve and she had said nothing about being exclusive, and logged onto a free personals web site.

"Plus that, I ain't looking for a guy," she told herself.

That proved to be fruitless; there were only two females seeking females in the general area of DeGarde. One was a very mannish looking woman and Dee did not like her ad at all; Jaded1984 seemed to be a bit of a control freak. The other was from a woman in her early forties, and was married. Dee was not looking to get involved in that potentially nasty scenario.

She clicked on the 'males seeking females' link and was outraged when Steve's photograph popped up immediately.

"Well, if you hadn't been on here in the first place..." she reminded herself.

But reading through the ad, she decided it was time to hand Steve Hebert his walking papers. He was less than honest about himself in the ad and it made Dee wonder what he may have lied to her about. 

In the ad he said he was drug free and she and Steve quite often smoked marijuana together. He also dropped a lot of Ecstasy; she'd tried it and did not like it at all. He also said he was a manager of a local restaurant, and Dee knew he was just a dishwasher and bus boy of Delphy's Diner.

"Yep, Buddy, you are history," she murmured.

Her alarm dinged and she shut down the computer and hurried to her bedroom to dress. She pulled on a pair of nylon running shorts and pulled out a bra, thought better of it and pulled on a snug crop top. She decided it was her apartment; she did not need to put on any shoes.

While she waited for the twins, she fixed herself another drink. Like the previous drink, it was a large one and a strong one. She thought briefly of firing up one of the joints she had stashed in the living room end table drawer, but decided against it. She wasn't sure how the Doyeski twins would react to the knowledge that there were drugs present in her apartment. The smell of marijuana was quite hard to disguise.

Chapter 4

Absently, she began to trace a finger around her large nipple. She was wearing her Onyx nipple rings; she loved them. The black stone against her dark nipple was such a turn on when she looked in the mirror at her nude body. 

Her labia rings matched, the small black rings against the purple-pink of her vaginal lips were equally a turn on for her. 

The clitoris ring she very rarely changed; it was a solid twenty-four carat gold hoop. The most she ever did with that was to hook a short gold chain to it, with a solid gold statuette of a nude female. She loved that; the statuette would swing, tugging at her clitoris and bouncing lightly against her perineum. She also had matching gold chains and statuettes for her nipple rings. She also had a slightly longer chain that she would sometimes loop from one nipple ring to the other and would hook a large gold pendant of a cock to the chain.




Dee & The Twins Pt. 01



She took another healthy gulp of her drink and returned to her bedroom and dropped her shorts to the floor. Her pussy was already quite wet; she gave her clitoris a quick rub and grunted in orgasm. 

She hooked the small chain to her clitoris ring, with statuette dangling down. She pulled her shorts back up and smiled. The shorts did restrict the movement of the pendant, but she could feel the cold metal pressing up against her crotch and could feel it warming up to her flesh. 

She flipped the hem of her crop top up and hooked the two short chains and the statuettes to them and pulled the hem back down.

She smiled as she heard a knock on the door.

"Right on time," she said to herself and rapidly strode to the door.

She looked through the peephole and saw two pretty faces beaming up at her.

"Hey, come on in," she said and swung the door wide open.

"Thank you so much, Nadia, or was it Sonja was enthusing as they entered the apartment.

"Yeah, we're so lost in that class," Sonja, or was it Nadia chimed in.

"Okay," Dee smiled, leading the way to her study.

The twins looked around and admired the furnishing. The living room had a dark green leather couch, a pale cream canvas overstuffed chair and matching overstuffed ottoman. The coffee table and end table were dark wood, and the brass lamp on the end table was highly polished. 

The entertainment center was also a dark wood and held a surround sound receiver and dvd player. Mounted above it was Dee's flat screen LCD television.

There was a shelf of dvds and a shelf of cds. The speakers were placed around the living room, unobtrusive in their placement. 

The table and chairs in the dining room was also of a dark wood, and complimented the rest of the furniture.

The second bedroom had a dark wood computer desk, which had a dark green leather office chair in front of it. There was a daybed, covered with a cream colored canvas. On the opposite wall from the computer desk was a small LCD television, situated so that it could be watched from the treadmill, or the stationary bike, or the weight bench.

"Nice place," Sonja said, a little in awe.

"Yeah, love your furniture," Nadia agreed.

"Thanks," Dee smiled. "The wood's purple heart African, kind of pays homage to my African roots, you know?"

"Um, what?" Nadia asked.

"I'm part African," Dee smiled.

"No you're not!" Sonja laughed. "Really?"

"Really," Dee said, losing her smile. "Is that a problem?"

"No, it's just, you don't look it," Sonja hastened to assure the girl.

"Well, I am," Dee said. defensively.

"Well, I bet you'd never guess," Nadia said, trying to lighten the mood. "But we're part Russian."

"Really?" Dee laughed. "Which part?"

"Both," Sonja said, grateful the awkward moment had dissipated. "Outside and inside."

"Makes sense," Dee smiled. "Y'all want something to drink?"

"What you got?" Sonja asked.

"Um, gin, bourbon, vodka, light beer, coke, diet coke, orange juice," Dee went down the list.

"Ooh, vodka for me, got any tonic? And Nadia'll take a bourbon," Sonja said.

"Sonja!" Nadia exclaimed. "I will not!"

To Dee she said, "Bourbon gives me a big headache the next day."

Sonja laughed, "It also makes her dance naked on the roof of our car!"

"Okay," Dee smiled to Nadia. "That settles it; you're getting bourbon!"

"No!" Nadia protested with a giggle. "Vodka, please!"

Sonja whispered to Dee, "Any kind of alcohol makes her act crazy."

"Yummy!" Dee laughed and mixed the two drinks quickly.

"What?" Nadia and Sonja laughed.

"Yummy!" Dee repeated. "It means 'scrumptious.'"

The twins laughed again at the funny sounding word, then took their drinks into the study and sat down.

"And so when you factor," Dee went on. "All you're really trying to do is figure how the answer was derived. For example, when you factor forty nine, it's just seven squared."

"Well, why doesn't he just say that?" Sonja shrilled. "Instead of all that other garbage?"

"Don't know," Dee shrugged.

"You should be a teacher," Nadia smiled. "It's almost easy, the way you explain it."

"Well thank you!" Dee smiled. "Want another drink?"

"Sure!" Nadia said readily enough.

"Okay," Sonja agreed.

Dee smiled; she had figured out how to tell which twin was which. Sonja was the quieter of the two; Nadia was the talkative, out-going one. Sonja was thoughtful, while Nadia was impulsive.

Dee mixed their drinks and returned to the study. Nadia took a large gulp of her drink and smiled.

"You got nipple rings," she announced.

"Yep," Dee smiled.

"Did it hurt?" Sonja asked. "We've been thinking we're going to do it, you know, get some, but keep chickening out."

"Yeah, it hurt?" Nadia echoed.

"The first couple damned near killed me," Dee said, losing her smile.

She related the story of Paul Bordelon's obsession with her and how he'd 'marked her as his bitch.' When she finished, she drained her glass of gin and tonic.

"Sorry, didn't mean to bring that up," Sonja said.

"Your pussy too?" Nadia asked.

"Nadia!" Sonja exclaimed, slapping her sister's upper arm.

"Yeah, well, it's MY decision now, not Paul's," Dee said and tried to smile again. "It's MY decision. And I've decided I like having my rings."

"Can we see them?" Nadia asked.

"Nadia!" Sonja screamed.

To Dee Sonja said, "See? I told you; alcohol makes her act crazy."

"What?" Nadia protested. "Like you don't want to see them too!"

"Yeah but," Sonja protested weakly.

Dee stood up and pulled her crop top off and dropped her shorts to the floor. She sat back down, legs slightly spread. The twins stared at her for a moment, stunned at the ease in which she bared herself to them. Nadia looked closer at Dee's chest.

"Can I, can I touch them?" Nadia asked, reaching out her hand.

Dee thrust her chest out slightly and Nadia hefted the small pendant that dangled from Dee's left nipple. A moment later, Dee felt Sonja's small hand lightly tug at the nipple ring in the right breast.

"Oh that is so beautiful," Nadia sighed.

"Yeah," Sonja agreed.

"Did it hurt, getting this one done?" Nadia asked and lightly touched the chain that hung from Dee's clitoral hood.

"No," Dee managed to gasp out. "Well, no more than having your ears done."

"Are all of your rings, are they all rings?" Sonja asked.

"No," Dee said, so very close to orgasm as Nadia had taken to lightly tugging at each of her pussy rings. "Some of them are... Want to see?"

"Yeah," Sonja agreed.

"I can't," Dee wheezed. "I can't move with you doing that."

"Oh, sorry!" Nadia giggled and ceased her examination of Dee's labia rings and clitoral ring.

Dee got to wobbly feet and realized she was drunk. Not so drunk that she did not realize what she was doing, but drunk enough not to care.

"Come on, I'll show you," she said and left the study.

"She's got a nice ass," Nadia whispered to Sonja in Russian.

"Nadia!" Sonja exclaimed.

The twins looked around the bedroom. Dark wood again; a king-sized waterbed dominated a large portion of the twelve foot by eleven foot room. There was a single nightstand, with an old-fashioned candlestick telephone and an answering machine. The table also held a highly polished brass lamp and an alarm clock.

There was a chest of drawers and a low dresser with a mirror attached. On the wall, next to the mirror was a thirty-two inch led television.

Dee stopped in front of the dresser and opened a drawer.

"Oh look at the teddy bear!" Nadia said and scrambled onto the bed to grab Dee's four-foot tall panda bear.

"I got these," Dee said and pulled out some gold hoops. "I use the smaller hoops for my lips, and I got these dangling ones, they're pearls."

She was looking at Nadia's ass in the mirror. She was sure the girl did not realize it, but her shorts were jammed into her crotch, displaying a good portion of her rear end.

"Nadia, leave the bear alone and come see," Sonja ordered.

Nadia giggled, kissed the bear on his stitched lips, and then scurried out of the bed.

"Oh, I bet those look so cool," Nadia said as she examining the pearl jewelry.

"And they feel awesome when you're walking around," Dee concurred.

"Oh, look at these!" Sonja said, pulling to a gold bar that had a ball at each end.

"Yeah, That's just for the lips," Dee said and made quick work of removing her onyx rings, then unscrewing a ball end from one end of the bar, then inserting the bar through first one lip, then the other, and screwing the ball on the end again, on the outside of her lip.

She repeated the maneuver with the middle holes, then with the bottom holes and straightened up and modeled the 'cage.'

"Oh that is so cool!" Nadia shrieked.

Dee grunted in surprise as Nadia playfully picked up the pendant and let it slip back, striking Dee on the perineum.

"And look at these," Sonja laughed as she pulled out a small clear plastic bag which held eight dangling earrings.

"Uh huh," Dee smiled. "They were just so trashy I couldn't resist."

"Ooh, Sonja, she's got the perfect ones for you right here!" Nadia shrieked and pulled out another clear plastic bag and held it out for Sonja to see.

"Like I said, they were just so trashy I couldn't resist. But they are real gold ."

"Perfect for you," Sonja said to her sister as she held one that had chunky letters that spelled 'BITCH,' the earring a full inch long.

"Uh huh," Nadia smirked. "And here's yours."

The earrings Nadia held out spelled 'WHORE.'

"Y'all like them so much y'all can have them," Dee laughed. "They only cost a hundred each, got them off of Embay."

"Really?" Nadia squealed and pulled her halter-top up, baring her cone shaped breasts. 

She looked in the mirror and held one of the earrings to her small pink nipple.

"No, Nadia, here's yours," Sonja said and held one of the earrings to Nadia's left breast.

"Bitch," huh?" Nadia giggled. "Okay, I'll wear that if you wear this."

"I'm not wearing 'whore,'" Sonja protested.

"Then I'm not wearing 'bitch,'" Nadia said and stuck her tongue out at her twin.

Sonja flipped up the hem of her own halter top and took the offered earring and looked in the mirror as she held the earring to her small nipple.

"I will if you will," she said in an excited whisper.

"You do it?" Nadia begged Dee.

"Do what?" Dee asked.

"Pierce them for us?" Nadia asked.

"Nadia, I'd hate myself if I got it wrong," Dee protested.

"You won't Nadia assured her.

"Okay," Dee realized she was indeed drunk. "Who first?"

"Nadia," Sonja said quickly.

"You just want to see if it'll hurt, big baby," Nadia said.

"It will," Dee assured them.

"I can handle it," Nadia said confidently.

"Okay," Dee shrugged. "Be right back."

She went to the bathroom and got out the bottle of rubbing alcohol, bottle of mercurochrome and bag of cotton balls.

She smiled when she returned to the bedroom; both girls lay on her bed, playfully fighting over the large teddy bear.

"Last chance," she warned as she got out a large sewing needle and showed it to them.

In response, Nadia untied her halter-top and let it flutter to the floor. She unzipped her shorts and pulled those off, along with her panties and dropped them to the floor as well.

"Okay," Dee smiled and walked on her knees in between the two girls. 

Sonja also stripped out of her clothing and peered around Dee as Dee wet a cotton ball with the rubbing alcohol and carefully swabbed Nadia's right nipple.

"Ooh!" Nadia giggled. "That's cold!"

"You want it to be; get your nipple hard," Dee smiled and used the swab to disinfect the needle. "Last chance."

Nadia stretched her hands above her head and looked into Dee's eyes.

"Uh!" she sucked in her breath as Dee swiftly jabbed the needle into the sensitive nub.

Dee made quick work of it, then dabbed mercurochrome on the wounded flesh. Nadia sucked in her breath again as the caustic liquid stung horribly.

"It hurt?" Sonja asked.

"No, it feels good," Nadia spat. "What do you think?"

"Told you," Dee laughed.

Before Nadia had a chance to react, Dee pierced the other nipple.

"Uh!" Nadia groaned and shuddered as the caustic liquid stung the other nipple.

"Give me the rings," Dee ordered and Sonja fished out two of the 'BITCH' rings.

Nadia tried to crane her head to watch as Dee threaded the rings through her nipples.

"How they look?" she asked her twin.

"Yummy," Dee said.

"What?" both Nadia and Sonja laughed.

"Unbelievable," Sonja said and playfully flicked her sister's nipple.

"Ow!" Nadia gasped, then giggled.

"Hurry up," Sonja ordered Dee. "Me next."

"You sure you want this?" Dee asked as she knee-walked between Nadia's legs.

Nadia's excitement was quite evident; her pussy lips were puffy and slick. Dee loved the way the light pubic hair framed the small slit. She smelled the girl's scent and her own pussy, which was already quite wet, grew even wetter.

"Go ahead," Nadia said bravely.

Dee did her best to clean the area she would be piercing; Nadia giggled as Dee 'accidentally' brushed her fingertips against Nadia's small clitoris.

"Uh!" she grunted as Dee, pinching her slit closed, punched the large sewing needle through Nadia's lips.

Dee was quick, methodical, and efficient as she added four more holes, two to each labia.

"Ah!" Nadia gave a short scream as the mercurochrome burned and stung her very sensitive vaginal lips.

Dee did not give Nadia time to adjust; just quickly threaded each wound with its ring. Nadia looked down, then sat up and tried all the harder to look at her crotch.

"Mirror's on the back of the door," Dee offered.

"Oh my God!" Nadia laughed out loud as she walked, on wobbly legs, toward the door. "You can feel them when you walk!"

She admired herself in the full-length mirror, did a little 'shimmy shake' and laughed out loud.

"God, that looks great!" she whooped and bounded back into the bed and kissed Dee squarely on the lips. 

"Thank you," she enthused.

"You're welcome," Dee laughed, then turned to look at Sonja.

"Your turn," she said.

"Okay," Sonja agreed and cupped her breast for Dee.

"Oh, that's cold!" she gasped as Dee cleaned her nipples with a cotton swab.

"Ah!" she hissed and gritted her teeth against the pain.

"Oh, oh God!" she grunted as the mercurochrome was applied.

"Whore," Nadia whispered to her sister. "Perfect!"

"Uh huh," Sonja agreed as she looked down to watch Dee thread the 'WHORE' rings through her nipples.

She orgasmed hard when Dee's fingers grasped her slick lips and all three girls giggled.

She orgasmed a second time when Dee punched through her lips with the needle, had bouncing slightly.

"Oh my God, you CAN feel them when you walk!" she shrieked as she wobbled toward the door.

"Told you," Nadia laughed, gingerly touching her sore pussy.

"Too cool!" Sonja declared.

"Yummy. Okay, who's ready for another drink?" Dee asked as she gathered up her tools.

"Hey, what time is it?" Nadia suddenly asked.

"Quarter to ten," Dee said. "Why?"

"Oh, damn it!" Sonja stomped her foot. "We're signed out until nine thirty!"

"Phone's right there," Dee said, pointing to the candlestick telephone on the nightstand. "Call them and tell them you're running late."

Nadia picked up the telephone and looked at it, baffled.

"Or you can stay the night," Dee offered.

"You sure?" Sonja asked her.

"How's this thing work?" Nadia asked.

"Give it here," Dee laughed and put the alcohol and swabs on the nightstand. "What's the number?"

Sonja opened the door, ran to the study and came back with her purse. She fished around in it, then pulled out a card and read the number out to Dee. Dee dialed the number and handed the phone to Nadia.

"You talk into this," she said, pointing to the mouthpiece.

"Denise?" Nadia asked. "Hi, this is Nadia Doyeski. Yeah, yeah, listen, we're going to be staying the night where we are; can you make a note of that? Thanks."

Chapter 5

"You're going to be real sorry you asked us to stay," Sonja whispered in Dee's ear as he hugged the brunette from behind.

Dee groaned as Sonja's small hands cupped her heavy breasts. The blonde's mouth was kissing and lightly nipping at Dee's shoulder and neck. Dee could feel the wiry curls of Sonja's pubic mound grinding against her buttock.

"Real sorry," Nadia agreed with her sister and embraced Dee from in front.

Dee orgasmed as her pussy came into contact with Nadia's pussy. Nadia shoved her sharp little tongue into Dee's mouth and sucked on Dee's full lips. Sonja's hands continued to fondle Dee's breasts, her mouth continued planting hot little kisses on Dee's nick and shoulder.

Dee reached behind her and located Sonja's drooling slit.

"Ah, yes!" Sonja hissed in Dee's ear as she orgasmed.

Sonja knelt down behind Dee and urged Dee's legs apart. Dee shuddered as Sonja's fingers played insistently with Dee's pussy lips, then wormed their way through the bars and found Dee's clitoris. Nadia licked, sucked and chewed Dee's breasts and nipples while her sister finger fucked Dee.

Dee felt two pair of hands urge her to the bed, then found she sandwiched between two lithe bodies. Two small mouths sucked and chewed at her breasts, two sets of hands played with her pussy. She felt someone's hands undo the bars that held her pussy lips together and groaned in delight as the fingers then spread her lips wide.

It had been so long since she had felt this overwhelmed; the last time she and Cindy and Amber made love had overwhelmed her like this. She had made love with a few men and a few women since Cindy and Amber, but none had driven her to the point of sensory overload.

Someone pressed her pussy to Dee's face while someone sucked and chewed on Dee's pussy lips.

Hands pressed Dee's breasts almost painfully. Someone bit Dee's breasts and nipples, almost savagely while someone bit down on Dee's clitoris quite hard while two fingers searched for and found Dee's G-spot.

----

She came to in the darkness. There were still two warm bodies pressed against her. The alarm clock glowed 2:16. She flicked the switch up to set the alarm and settled back down, comforted by the sounds of two girls snoring lightly.

----

Five thirty came very early for Dee. She shut off the alarm and shimmied out of the bed as carefully as possible; trying not to disturb the two blondes as they slept.

After relieving a quite full bladder, Dee went into the study and fished her tennis shoes from under the treadmill. She turned on the small television to the morning news and began a steady jog.

Twenty minutes later, she slowed down to a brisk walk. Five minutes later she slowed it down to a plodding walk, did that for one minute, then shut the treadmill off.

She lay down on the bench and did a couple of series of presses, then turned and straddled the bench to do a series of curls. She often followed this up with masturbation; the feeling of her hot, sweaty skin against the padded vinyl of the weight bench, followed by her crotch pressing against it usually had her so turned on, she couldn't resist.

This morning, however, she did not give in to the temptation, though her pussy was dripping her excitement. She followed her curls with a few lifts, then squats, then repeated the entire process. She finished her exercises, then stashed her tennis shoes under the treadmill again. She strode rapidly into the kitchen.

She measured out enough coffee for a full pot; she did not know if the twins drank coffee or not, but she wanted them to feel at home, at ease. She put three mugs next to the coffee pot. She then got out three bowls and three spoons and put them on the table. She also got out the four boxes of cereal; Mom was always dropping off boxes of cereal, frozen dinners, little items here and there.




Dee & The Twins Pt. 01



She jumped into the shower and set the spray as hot as she could get it. She'd had the plumber come out and modify the shower for her; the old spray had been so weak it was almost more efficient to take a bath than to shower. The spray now could nearly pin her to the floor of the tub, it came out with tremendous force. She also made him install a larger hot-water heater so the water was nearly scalding.

The shower was usually a place of self-pleasure for Dee. Her showerhead was a hand-held nozzle with eight different settings. She liked the needle spray for showering, but loved the pulsating massage for pleasure. She would firmly press the head against her pussy until she could barely think, so intense would the feelings be. Again, though, she avoided temptation and focused on showering instead.

She padded, still nude, into the kitchen. The twins, awakened by the smell of coffee, sat, already dressed, at the dining room table, finishing up their cereal. They both smiled at her and Dee returned the smile, feeling warmed, loved.

"Good morning, shower's all yours if you want it," she said and poured herself a cup of coffee.

"Thanks, but we'll probably take one at the dorm," Nadia said.

"If nasty Nadia here even bothers to take one," Sonja said.

"Shut up!" Nadia squealed.

Dee reached for the Cocoa Puffs cereal and poured a healthy amount into her bowl.

"Um, hey, um, listen, about last night," Sonja said.

"Yeah," Nadia joined in. "Thank you so much for your help with Algebra."

----"No problem," Dee shrugged and poured the milk.

"Yeah, thank you so much," Sonja repeated.

"No problem," Dee smiled.

"But about that other stuff," Nadia said.

Dee felt the sting of tears; she was being rejected.

"Yeah, it's not like we're big lesbians or anything," Sonja said.

"Like I am?" Dee asked hotly.

"No, no, that's not what we mean," Nadia said and reached out to touch Dee's hand.

Dee jerked away as if she'd been touched with a hot poker. She got to her feet.

"Like I said, 'no problem,'" she said and dashed to her room.

"Way to go, big dummy!" Nadia said to her sister.

"What?" Sonja protested. "I was just trying to tell her we really liked her and hoped we could be friends; I would love to make love again, that's all!"

"Then why didn't you just say that, instead of this 'it's not like we're big lesbians' stuff?" Nadia shrilled.

They quietly put their coffee mugs and cereal bowls into the dishwasher and left the apartment.

----

Dee dried her eyes and slowly dressed for the school day ahead. She put on a white bra and white tank top and cut off shorts. She decided to wear white sandals instead of her usual flip-flops. 

She had two classes this day; one of which was with the twins. How was she going to face them; they thought she was a big dyke. She also worried they might spread it around campus that she was a lesbian. She wasn't ashamed of her bisexuality, but didn't want it to be common knowledge.

She decided to walk to the campus, rather than drive, because it was always such a pain trying to find a parking spot.

She arrived at her first class early enough to do a little studying before the professor made his entrance.

From that class, she walked very slowly to her next class, Creative Writing, the one she shared with the twins. She arrived just as the Teacher's Aide was beginning to call the roll.

Professor McKenzie was an extremely popular teacher and his classes filled up very quickly. Even though he was completely blind, he possessed a quick wit and made his classes both entertaining and educational.

Because of his blindness, the students were told, on the first day of class that the seat they were in, would be there seat for the duration of the semester. The twins had scrambled to find two seats next to each other, while Dee had been fortunate enough to snatch a seat directly in front.

He traced over his brailed notes and discussed the construction of a sonnet.

"And the worse thing is," he said and smiled. "They actually expect the damned things to rhyme! Can you believe? Wanting poetry to have a cadence, and to rhyme? Some people!"

Wit a "I am looking forward to the poetic prose that shall spring forth from thine pens and or P.C.s," he dismissed the class.

Dee dashed out of the classroom well ahead of Sonja and Nadia, even though they were both trying very hard to gather their notes and dash after her.

"Great, just great," Nadia huffed as she looked up and down the corridor.

"What do you think we should do?" Sonja asked her sister.

"I don't know," Nadia said.

----

Dee let herself in to her apartment and begin to strip her clothing off. Her cell phone rang and she debated on whether or not to answer it; it was Steve's ringbone.

"Hello?" she finally said.

"Hey Baby," he slurred, obviously stoned on something.

Dee bit back the retort that bubbled up.

"Hey, Stevie," she purred back, knowing he hated being called 'Stevie.'

"Been thinking about you, been thinking about me?" he asked in what he assumed was a seductive tone.

"Yeah, yeah I have," she husked back and opened the drawer of the end table.

"Yeah?" he asked. "What you been thinking?"

She lighted the joint and took a deep drag of it.

"Well, I been thinking," she said, continuing in her sexy tone of voice. "You know how you been wanting to fuck me up the ass? And I been telling you 'no, it needs to be for a special occasion?'"

"Yeah?" he asked in a strangled voice, hoping she'd found a special occasion.

"Well, since you got that promotional work, AND kicked your drug habit, that sounds pretty special to me, what you think?" Dee said and let the sweet smoke out easily.

"Um, what promotion?" Steve asked, ignoring the part about kicking his drug habit.

"Oh, well, according to your Personals ad, you're now a manager at the diner," Dee said sweetly.

"Um, hey uh listen, Dee, about that," Steve stammered.

"Look, Steve, I ain't mad about that," Dee said harshly. "I mean, if I hadn't been on the site in the first place, I'd never seen your ad, right? But I don't see any reason to keep hanging out with a lying little sack of shit, what about you?"

"Aw, fuck you, fucking dyke bitch!" Steve yelled into the phone.

"Don't think so, Stevie," Dee sneered and hung up.

She finished the joint, debated with herself about whether or not to smoke another one, and then decided against it.

"Bourbon," she said to herself and fixed herself a bourbon and diet cola.

Reaching her bedroom, she flopped down on the bed, found the remote control, and turned on the dvd player and the television. She put it on disc two and settled down to watch her favorite movie, 'The Wizard of Oz.'

----

She came to just as Toto ran, yapping, and flushed out the 'Wizard' from his hiding place. Groggily, she turned off the television, and then staggered into the kitchen to fix herself a frozen dinner.

She fixed another bourbon and diet cola and numbly ate the mildly unappetizing meal. She did giggle, though, when an enormous belch forced its way out.

After tossing the container into the trash, she staggered into her study and turned the computer on. She debated on whether or not to fix another drink and decided against it; she was already quite drunk and mildly stoned. 

When the computer came on, she logged onto the Internet and checked her E-Mail. There were almost thirty messages from Steve, and almost all of them had the word 'Bitch' in the Subject Line. She deleted them all, then blocked any further messages from him.

An e-mail from Amber popped up and Dee wiped at her tears. She yearned for the love that she and Amber and Cindy had shared when they were teenagers.

Last night, with the Doyeski twins, she had felt as though she might be free, finally free of the loneliness, the longing that Amber and Cindy had left behind when they had moved on.

"Well, now THAT was a big fucking joke, now wasn't it?" Dee said bitterly.

----

Her alarm woke her up at five thirty and she did a grueling hour long work out. Sweat ran freely down her body as she pushed herself as hard as she could. Her hangover was monumental but the sweat did seem to help.

She showered quickly, then ate breakfast.

Finally unable to dawdle any longer, Dee dressed and left the apartment to go to her Algebra class, where she would certainly have to face the twins.

The End of Dee & The Twins 01.'