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Dee & The Twins Pt. 02

By: JimBob44



Chapter 1

Dee Jones waited until the last possible moment before entering the Algebra classroom. She found a seat just as Professor Huston was demanding the homework assignment be sent up to the front of the class.

The slender man marched back and forth impatiently until the din died down, then launched into his usual rapid-fire lecture. Even though she knew the material, Dee had to scribble frantically to keep up with the man. Briefly she wondered how the twins were faring with this particular material.

"Fuck them," she thought bitterly.

A plump girl in the front row dared to interrupt his nearly incomprehensible monotone lecture and the man's face actually turned beet red for a moment.

"I have told you and told you, but I guess it's pointless, since none of you seem to listen," he sneered. "Do not interrupt me when I am lecturing. There will be time to ask questions at the end of class."

He leaned toward the Latin looking girl.

"Is that clear? Do you speak English?" he yelled.

"Yes sir," the girl murmured, blinking back her tears.

Dee watched as the girl used the back of her hand to wipe her tears away. The man launched back into his lecture. Finally, he was finished.

"What?" He sneered at the girl. "No questions? You had one earlier."

The girl shook her head no and the professor dismissed the class. Dee quickly gathered up her books and approached the girl.

"Hi," he said and the girl looked at her through watering eyes. "I'm Dee. Dee Jones. I don't know why he felt it necessary to humiliate you like that, but listen, if you want, I'll help you with the stuff he was going over."

"Anita," the girl whispered then started sobbing.

It had been a horrible night last night. The new boyfriend she'd met on-line had been in a foul mood; some bitch waitress had quit, making his job as manager of Delphy's Diner that much more difficult. And he hadn't brought any money with him, so she'd had to pay for the movie, and for the popcorn and soda, which he very quickly devoured the majority of. When he drover her out to Huvall's Levee, she balked at sex. 

She wasn't a virgin; she just didn't find the back seat of his slightly dirty car to be all that romantic. He claimed that he had his own place, but he didn't want to take her there just yet. 

"In that case, take me home," she finally demanded.

"Great, just fucking great," Steve had spat.

She wasn't sure if she wanted to see him again. He was cute enough, and had a good paying job but she just wasn't sure if she could put up with the mood swings he seemed to have. One minute he was happy, almost like he was stoned or high, then the next minute, he was grouchy, short-tempered.

Her alarm clock hadn't gone off that morning and her spiteful roommate had just left her, let her sleep right through breakfast. She had just barely made it to the class in time, and then the man was talking so fast she just couldn't keep up with him. Then he yelled at her for interrupting him.

"See," Dee said and scribbled quickly. "All he was going over was how to plot out the factoring process. Like this, see?"

"Then why didn't he just say that?" Anita asked, a little anger creeping into her voice.

"I don't know," Dee admitted as Anita gathered up her books.

"But listen, here's my address, and my cell number and land line," Dee said, handing Anita a piece of paper. "You want to, we can get together and go over this stuff."

They had walked out into the corridor by this time. 

Nadia came up behind Dee while Sonja approached from the front. The twins had gotten to class early and Nadia sat by the back door while Sonja sat by the front door so that they could 'pin' Dee in when class was over.

"Dee?" Nadia said, lightly touching Dee's arm.

"What?" Dee said, drawing her arm in a protective stance.

"We're sorry about the misunderstanding," Sonja said.

"Oh I think I understood you just fine," Dee spat.

"No, no you didn't," Nadia said.

"Yeah, all I was trying to say was we really like you and hope we can do, you know, 'study' like that some more," Sonja said.

"Yeah, it just came out wrong," Nadia concurred.

"Really?" Dee asked, looking from one blonde twin to the other.

"Really," both blondes agreed, nodding their heads enthusiastically.

"Listen," Dee said to Anita. "We're all getting together at my apartment tonight; come over about six, okay?"

"Yeah, Dee's like this genius at this stuff," Nadia agreed.

"Okay," Anita agreed. "Thanks!"

Dee watched the girl's ample backside jiggle as the girl ran down the corridor.

"What time's your last class today?" Dee asked the twins when Anita disappeared around the corner.

"One o'clock," Sonja said.

"Come over then?" Dee begged.

"Okay," Nadia agreed happily.

Both twins kissed Dee quickly, and then ran off to get to their next class.

----

Anita looked around at the very neat complex, and then scanned the doors for Dee's apartment number. It was on the second floor, so she trudged up the stairs and knocked on the door.

She had to smile; she could hear merry laughter coming from inside the apartment. She heard pounding feet, then saw the eyehole darken slightly.

"She's hear," Sonja announced.

"Then open the door, goober," Dee called back.

Dee quickly pulled her long tee shirt on and sat back down in the office chair. Playfully, she opened her legs and flashed her pussy at Nadia, who was quickly slipping her shorts back on.

"Hi," Sonja cheerfully greeted the short, plump girl, standing aside so Anita could enter the apartment.

"You live here?" Anita asked, looking at the expensive furniture.

"No, this is Dee's place," Sonja giggled. "I'm Sonja, by the way."

"Anita, Anita Sanchez," Anita said and shook the other girl's hand.

"We're all in here," Sonja said and led the way to the study.

"Hi," Nadia said, smiling as Dee smiled over her shoulder at the new arrival.

"Hey," Anita said and took her seat on the dining room chair that Dee had drug into the room.

"Hey, Dee, what's a 'goober?'" Sonja asked as she took her seat next to her sister.

Nadia grabbed her glass and her sister's glass and left the room.

"You are," Dee laughed. "It's a goofball. That's what my dad was always calling me and Mom."

"You want something to drink?" Dee asked Anita.

"We got vodka, gin, um..." Nadia called out from the kitchen.

"And Nadia's got bourbon," Dee laughed.

"I hate that stuff!" Nadia screeched.

"Makes her dance naked on cars," Sonja laughed.

"That was one time!" Nadia protested.

"Bourbon," Anita decided. "Maybe I'll dance naked on someone's car."

The four girls burst out laughing. Anita was beginning to feel a whole lot better.

"Here you go," Nadia said and handed Anita a glass of dark liquid. "Hope you don't mind, but all Dee has is that diet Coke junk."

"No, no, that's perfect," Anita smiled and took a sip. 

Then she remembered something.

"Dee, Dee, hey Dee, did you used to be a waitress at Delphy's Diner, like a couple of days ago?" Anita asked.

"No," Dee said in some confusion, and then smiled sardonically. "Let me guess."

She turned and typed something rapidly on her computer keyboard. Seconds later, Steve's picture and profile popped up on the screen.

"Him?" Dee asked, pointing to the picture.

"Him," Anita agreed.

"He's cute," Nadia said.

"Cute, yeah, that's the word for him," Dee smirked and scrolled down to display the entire ad. "That's about all he is, too."

"What you mean?" Anita asked, stomach tightening.

"He's not a manager; he's just a dishwasher," Dee said and turned back around to face Anita. "I ain't judging or nothing, but you smoke dope?"

"No!" Anita said, shocked. "My daddy would kill me!"

"Well, he says he's drug free right here, in this ad, but Steve likes to smoke dope. A lot," Dee said and turned back around.

She turned the computer off, then turned back to face Anita. Anita sat, tightly clutching her bourbon and diet cola.

"And he likes to drop Ecstasy, and I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I think he's also into crystal met," Dee went on.

She leaned close to Anita.

"And because of all the dope he does," she whispered. "He has a little trouble getting it up from time to time."

"We've not gone that far yet," Anita gasped, blushing hotly.

"Good thing," Dee said. "I mean, looking at all the other shit he's lied about,ain't no telling what else he's lying about; might have every STD known to man."

"I am sooo glad I came here tonight," Anita said and took a huge gulp of her drink.

"Me too," Dee smiled warmly.

Anita was a very cute girl, despite the forty or fifty extra pounds she carried. Her brown hair was a short cap of curls framing a round brown face with large brown eyes, a snub nose, and full pouting lips. When she smiled, like she was doing now, her teeth gleamed white and straight.

She was short, about five feet and one inch tall, with flabby breasts, a bit of a stomach, and thick legs, which her shorts displayed.

Dee realized that she was seeing a lot of Cindy Villeaux in the girl and her smile widened.

"Okay, let's get started," Dee Announced.

----

Anita sipped her third drink and scribbled the problem that Dee was explaining.

"Wait, wait!" Anita excitedly said and scribbled rapidly. "I think I got it!" 

She showed the others her answer and Dee smiled happily.

"That's it!" Dee laughed. "Now, do the next one!"

Anita put her drink down and did scribble the problem, then the solution and laughed happily.

"That's it, right?" she laughed. "Right? Right?"

"Uh huh," Dee said and Nadia and Sonja also looked at the problem and smiled their approval.

"Oh shit!" Anita said, glancing at her watch. "Where's your phone? I got to call a cab."

"I'll give you a ride," Dee said. "Where you live?"

"Murphy's dorm," Anita said.

"So do we!" Nadia said.

"Yeah, room two four eight!" Sonja chimed in.

"Room two forty one, right down the hall!" Anita laughed happily.

Dee stuck her head back in , jangling her car keys and Anita wished the blondes a good night and the two left the apartment. She followed Dee down to the pick up truck.

"How many drinks did you have?" Dee asked as she unlocked the truck.

"Three," Anita admitted. "I'm feeling pretty good!"

"Good enough to dance?" Dee teased.

"No!" Anita exclaimed, then laughed heartily. "Maybe next time!"

When they pulled up to the dormitory, Anita impulsively kissed Dee on the lips.

"Thanks so much," she enthused. "I am sooo glad I came over tonight!"

"Test is next Monday; why don't you come over on Friday?" Dee suggested.

"Okay!" Anita agreed and climbed down out of the truck.

"Damn, but she's got a nice ass," Dee said to herself as she watched Anita hurry to the dormitory's front door.

----

Dee looked around as she parked the truck; a precautionary maneuver, since she wore nothing underneath the long tee shirt. Verifying that the coast was clear, she left the truck and scampered up the stairs.

She smiled as she entered the apartment; she could hear the twins chattering in their native Russian. She pulled the tee shirt off and walked down the hall toward her bedroom.

Both girls beamed up at her from the waterbed, both girls nude and ready.

"Yummy," Dee said and advanced.

Both twins laughed at the funny sounding word, but ceased their laughter as Dee hungrily sucked kisses from them.

Even with the lights turned off, even if no words were spoken, Dee could tell which twin was which. Sonja was very quick to scramble between Dee's legs, very quick to bring pleasure to the other girl, whereas Nadia insisted on squatting over Dee's mouth, insisted on being pleasured first.

"Uh!" Nadia grunted as Dee lightly nipped down on the girl's small clitoris.

After she'd felt Nadia's orgasm, Dee lightly shoved the girl from her perch and pulled Sonja up. She kissed the girl deeply, then maneuvered the girl to position herself over Dee's hungry mouth.

After licking and sucking both of Dee's breasts, Nadia wormed her way down to Dee's slit.

"Mm," Sonja moaned Dee sucked and licked her small clitoris.

Dee reached down and lightly pinched one of Nadia's nipples. She received a little bite on her pussy lip for that and pinched Nadia's nipple again. Again, the twin bit down on Dee's pussy lip, then giggled.

Sonja slid off of Dee's insistent mouth and slumped down next to the brunette."Whore," Dee whispered in Sonja's ear, and flicked Sonja's nipple decoration. 

"Uh huh," Sonja agreed weakly.

"Bitch," Dee said to Nadia as Nadia slithered up to kiss Dee's lips.

"Uh huh," Nadia laughed, then ground her lightly furred pussy against Dee's smooth pubic mound.

Chapter 2

Five thirty came mighty early, but Dee dragged herself from between the two beautiful girls and began her morning exercise routine. She smiled as she heard Nadia's feet lightly scurry down the hallway, then moments later, smelled the coffee.

She finished her exercise, then showered quickly.

"Good morning," Nadia and Sonja greeted her as she padded into the dining room.

"Good morning. Shower's all yours," Dee smiled as she fixed herself a bowl of cereal.

"Good," Sonja said and scampered out of the room. "Of course, Nasty Nadia won't bother taking one."

"I will too!" Nadia protested.

"She is such a bitch sometimes; you gave me the wrong rings," Nadia confided to Dee as she scampered, nude, down the hall.

After they were all dressed, Dee crammed into the back of the twins' subcompact and shuddered at Nadia's horrible driving skills. They let her out in front of the library and tooted the horn merrily as they roared away.

She saw Anita on the sidewalk in front of the Sciences building and both girls smiled and waved in greeting.

Classes, including Professor McKenzie's Creative Writing class went quickly, and Dee practically skipped home. It had been a long time since she'd felt this happy, this secure.

----

Dee turned the computer on then stripped out of her clothing. She brought the discarded clothing to the bathroom; she was by nature a slob and knew if she did not put the clothing into the hamper immediately, it would just sit on the floor for days.

She sat, nude, at the computer and checked her e-mails. Nothing new, so she went and checked her stock portfolio, but again, there was nothing new.

A thought came too her and she logged onto the Ebay web site and located the seller of the 'Whore' and 'Bitch' rings. E-mail was composed and she laughed out loud when a reply came less than five minutes later.

She placed the order with the seller and logged off of the Internet.

She fished around in the bottom drawer of the computer desk and smiled as she located the six-inch vibrator. She clicked it on and set it to medium speed, then drove it home in her pussy.

She brought up her Word program and tried to compose a sonnet, a poem that described her feelings for the twins.

Finally, she had to pull the vibrator out; it was too much of a distraction, and began to type again.

In moments, she had a fairly good poem written. It wasn't Byron or Keats, but it was a good first draft.

A knock at the door startled her and she ran to the bedroom and pulled on her handy long tee shirt.

She looked through the peephole and frowned as Anita's worried face looked up at her. She did not remember whether or not she'd invited Anita over.

"Sorry, I know I should have called first, but I was just walking and before I knew it," Anita babbled when Dee opened the door.

"Anita, it's fine," Dee assured the girl. "Come on in; you're letting the cold air out."

"Let me save this work," Dee said and left Anita, still apologizing, standing in the living room.

Dee looked to make sure hat Anita hadn't followed her and quickly sucked her pussy juice off of the vibrator, then dropped it into the bottom drawer of the computer desk.

She was quite proud of how easily she could suck all six inches into her mouth; cock sucking was something she was very good at.

"You eat yet?" Dee asked as she returned to the living room.

Anita looked up from the stack of dvd movies she was looking at and d blushed guiltily. She shook her head no.

"No, I was walking to the cafeteria and just could stomach the idea of eating there today," Anita admitted.

"Ew, tell me about it!" Dee agreed. "Makes me sick just walking by that place!"

"Walking by?" Anita said. "You should try eating there!"

"No thanks!" Dee laughed. "Come on, I got a bunch of Lean Cuisines; My mom's always getting me them.

"You sure it's no trouble?" Anita asked as Dee showed her the selection.

Dee nuked the two dinners and fixed them a couple of drinks while they waited. Looking at the gin bottle, Dee realized she had been hitting the gin pretty hard the past few days. But she also felt no need to cut back.

Anita gratefully took the bourbon and diet cola and sat down at the table to wait.

"Yeah, my mom's always like 'why cook when you don't have to?'" Dee smiled as she pulled the dinners out of the microwave.

"Oh I love cooking!" Anita enthused. "I just don't have anywhere to do it!"

"Kitchen's right there," Dee smiled. "Anytime you want to cook, you come on over."

"Get me the food, I'll make you the best enchiladas you ever ate," Anita declared.

"Get me a list of what you'll need; you can make dinner for us this Friday," Dee said.

"Deal," Anita said and stuck out her hand.

Dee laughed as the two formally shook on the deal.

"Um, let me um, let me ask you something?" Anita said, blushing hotly.

"Um, okay, what?" Dee asked.

"Um, promise you um you won't get mad?" Anita asked.

"Anita, come on, just ask," Dee said.

"Them um, them movies up there, you ever watch them?" Anita asked, not making eye contact with Dee.

"Oh!" Dee said, comprehending Anita's discomfort. "Um, yeah, yeah I do. When I was younger, I had this friend; her older brother used to have a whole bunch of them movies in his closet and we'd sneak them out and watch them and I guess I never outgrew it, you know?"

"I've never, I've never seen one," Anita admitted.

She hoped Dee would get the hint; she knew she wasn't brave enough to ask outright, but she really wanted to watch one.

"Um, okay, put one in," Dee said and picked up her remote control.

"I um, I wouldn't know what's a good one or not," Anita admitted as she put her drink down on a coaster.

"Then just grab the one off the top," Dee said as she cleared away their dinner containers.

Anita grabbed the third one, the one whose title had intrigued her the most and stuck the disc in. Dee came back into the living room and sat down on the canvas easy chair and hit 'play' on her remote.

'Anal Angels' flashed on the screen, and it was Dee's turn to blush. Maybe she should have picked out the disc. Although, she had to admit, this one was one of her favorites.

Anita sat on the couch and kicked her sandals off. She brought her legs up underneath herself and watched the screen intently.

The first vignette opened with a very well developed brunette and equally well developed blonde sipping coffee.

"Yeah, Tiffany, Roger's always after me to let him fuck me up the ass, but I just know it would hurt too much," the blonde said.

"Really, Britney?" Tiffany asked. "Jack and I fuck each other up the ass all the time. If it's done right, anal sex feels really good."

"Really, Tiffany?" Britney asked. "And, wait a minute, did you say you fuck each other up the ass? Unless you've grown a cock since the last time I ate your pussy, I don't know how you manage that!"

"No one ever watches these movies for the dialogue," Dee laughed.

"Uh huh," Anita agreed, but did not take her eyes off the screen.

"Yes, I fuck Jack up the ass with this," Tiffany said and pulled a large strap on dildo from her purse.


Dee & The Twins Pt. 02



Both women admired the strap on dildo and Tiffany laughed as Britney took it and sucked it down her throat.

"That's it, baby, suck my cock," Tiffany laughed.

"Mm hmm," Britney smiled as she pulled the strap on out of her mouth.

The scene shifted and showed Britney bending over the table while Tiffany applied lubricant to her gaping anus.

"Go easy," Britney begged.

"Don't worry," Tiffany said. "You're going to love it."

She applied lubricant to the bulbous head of the strap on, which she now wore cinched around her waist, then introduced it to Britney's ass.

"Uh!" Anita exhaled as Tiffany plunged the strap on into Britney's rectum. "That's got to hurt!"

"Uh uh," Dee denied. "Done right, it really does feel good."

"You've done that before?" Anita asked, tearing her eyes from the scene of Tiffany pounding Britney's rectum fast and furious.

"Yeah, a couple of times," Dee admitted, blushing.

"You um, you've done it," Anita asked, then lowered her voice to a whisper, even though the two were alone. "With a girl?"

"Yeah, yeah I have," Dee admitted, seeing no reason to lie.

"Oh," Anita slowly said, then returned her attention to the screen.

Britney and Tiffany were kissing passionately. Britney pulled her dress back on, then ran off-screen, promising to go home and give Roger a piece of ass, literally.

The scene changed to show Tiffany lapping at a brunette's pussy while fingering the unnamed girl's anus.

Tiffany straightened up and smiled as she produced a double-headed dildo. She worked one end into her pussy, groaning and squeaking in ecstasy. Then she pressed the other end to the unnamed girl's rectum.

"Oh," Anita let out a slow breath.

Dee wondered if Anita had just orgasmed; she could not see Anita's left hand over the armrest of the couch. She was glad she'd had both couch and chair treated with stain resistant spray; she was sure he hem of her own tee shirt was soaked with her pussy juice.

The scene changed to show the nameless girl thrusting a very fat dildo in and out of Tiffany's ass.

"That's got to hurt," Anita said.

"Well, yeah, if you're going to do one that big,' Dee agreed.

"How big?" Anita asked her.

"That," Dee said, pointing to the screen as Tiffany screamed in orgasm, whether real or fake.

"No, no, I mean, how big can you take it, um, up the butt?" Anita asked, blush never leaving her face.

"Wait here," Dee said and got to unsteady legs.

Chapter 3

She entered her bedroom and opened her nightstand drawer. She selected the double-headed dildo and the tube of lubricant. She could have grabbed 'Big Ben,' a ten-inch vibrator that was nearly three inches around, but did not want Anita to think she was a total slut.

Anita's eyes opened wide as Dee showed her the double-headed dildo. Dee pulled the long tee shirt off and tossed it onto her chair.

Anita gawked at the pearl chains that dangled from Dee's nipples and pussy lips.

"You got to get it good and lubed," Dee said, and squeezed a generous amount onto a bulbous end.

Anita tore her eyes from Dee's large breasts and smooth pussy and watched Dee's actions. Dee smeared the lubricant around with the tip of her finger, making sure to coat the entire head.

"Then you got to get the back door lubed up; it doesn't produce lubrication like your pussy does," Dee went on and turned around to show Anita.

She jammed one, then two fingers in and out of her rectum, smearing the lubricant around.

"Got to get the butt hole nice and relaxed, you know?" Dee said. "Should be just about ready."

Thus saying, she lowered herself to her knees on the carpet and bent over. She pressed her shoulders to the carpet and broth the dildo up between her splayed legs.

"Don't jam it in; it's not a pussy," Dee said and slowly introduced the heed of the dildo to her rectum.

She let her rectum get used to the presence, then slowly pushed a few more inches in.

"Oh!" Anita hissed and realized she was frantically rubbing her pussy through her shorts as she watched the beautiful girl fuck her ass.

Dee began to pull the dildo back out, then thrust it in again.

"Does it hurt?" Anita whispered.

"No, God no, it feels, oh!" Dee moaned. "Damn, it's hard to describe, but I really like it."

Dee spread her pussy lips with her left hand, and screamed out in orgasm as she tugged once at her clitoris.

"I cannot believe I just did that," she admonished herself. "I just fucked my ass, in front of a total stranger."

"You, um, you think we could, um, you think I could do that?" Anita stammered as Dee slowly got to her feet. "I mean, you think I could do it, up my butt like that?"

"I don't think you want to start off with a monster like this," Dee laughed, relieved that Anita wasn't completely turned off. "Be right back."

She wobbled down the hall to her bathroom and entered the small room.

She laughed to herself when a fart squeaked out as she pulled the rubber cock from her gaping rectum. She rinsed the tool off, then dried it on one of the towels the twins had used the morning. She quickly masturbated her pussy to another orgasm, then washed her hands and left the bathroom. 

"You um, show me um, you do that to me?" Anita begged, not making eye contact with Dee when Dee returned to the living room.

"Hey, if we can learn Algebra, then getting it up the ass should be a piece of cake, huh?" Dee laughed.

"Yeah, right!" Anita laughed as well.

Dee pulled Anita to her feet and looked into the girl's unsure eyes.

"You ever with another girl?" Dee softly asked the Latin girl.

"No," Anita admitted.

"You sure you want to do this?" Dee asked, lightly touching Anita's face with her fingertips.

"Yes," Anita breathed, then surprised Dee by timidly touching Dee's lips with her own.

Dee softly kissed Anita's eyelids, then cheeks, then the tip of her nose (which made the girl giggle lightly) then her full lips again. Anita sucked in a breath as Dee's lips kissed her neck softly, then gasped again as Dee's lips again touched her own.

Dee lightly pulled the hem of Anita's tee shirt up and Anita let Dee pull the garment off of her. Dee smiled; Anita stood stock still, eyes tightly closed.

Anita first moved to cover herself when Dee unsnapped the heavy bra, then let Dee pull the garment away from her torso.

"Beautiful," Dee murmured as she hefted Anita's flabby breasts in her hands.

"I'm fat," Anita lightly complained.

"You're beautiful," Dee corrected and worked her tongue into Anita's slack mouth.

Anita gasped as Dee's fingers traced ever-decreasing circle son her breasts, slowly approaching her large areola.

"Beautiful," Dee murmured again and bent her head and sucked one of the stiff nipples into her mouth.

"Yes!" Anita hissed and cradled Dee's head in her arms.

"Take these off for me," Dee asked, snapping the waistband of Anita's shorts.

Dee pushed the ottoman in front of Anita and gently eased the girl down onto her knees. She did not wrinkle her nose in distaste, even though Anita sported a very prominent bush of black pubic hair. She bent Anita forwarded, then lightly kissed the pudgy girl's shoulder, then her back.

"God, so beautiful," Dee said as she looked at Anita's very full backside.

"Fat," Anita corrected.

"Uh uh," Dee said firmly. "That is beautiful."

Anita sucked in her breath as she felt Dee's hands push her buttocks apart.

"Oh," she slowly moaned as she felt Dee's hot breath near her tightly clenched anus.

"God!" she gasped out as she felt Dee's tongue lightly tickle her anus.

Dee lapped relentlessly at Anita's anus until she felt the girl begin to relax. She brought her finger to Anita's drooling slit and Anita gasped out loud again. Dee thrust her middle finger in and out of Anita's pussy, getting the finger good and wet with Anita's excitement.

She broth the tip of her finger to Anita's anus and traced the fingertip around the perineum. Lightly, she pressed the tip into Anita's rectum then paused. Moments later, she pressed the finger in and paused when it has slid in to her second knuckle. Slowly, she wormed the finger around and around, widening, relaxing the girl's tight rectum. Using saliva, she wet her index finger and introduced that finger to Anita's rectum as well.

When she got both fingers in with no resistance, she began to slowly fuck them in and out of Anita's rectum. She smiled; the girl was making short little thrusts back, meeting Dee's fingers.

Dee introduced her ring finger with no trouble, then pressed her thumb against Anita's fat clitoris.

"Ah!" Anita screamed out and shuddered in orgasm.

Dee quickly tugged her own clitoris and orgasmed alongside Anita.

Anita came a second time as Dee again pressed hard on her clitoris. Dee slowly pulled the three fingers from Anita's rectum and sat back on her heels.

"Are we, um, you done?" Anita shyly asked as she looked over her shoulder at Dee.

"I guess," Dee smiled. "Why? What else you want to do?"

"I um, I don't know," Anita admitted.

Dee knew what Anita was feeling; wanting more but not knowing what to ask for.

"Want to make out?" Dee asked.

"Okay," Anita agreed readily enough.

Dee helped the pudgy girl to her feet and hugged her. After a very brief hesitation, Anita put her arms around Dee and hugged back. Dee kissed the girl, then licked at her pouting lips. Anita opened her mouth for Dee's probing tongue.

Dee guided the girl to the couch and they sat down together.

Anita seemed to be fascinated with Dee's hairless slit; her hands rubbed the smooth skin almost painfully.

"So smooth," she murmured into Dee's neck as Dee's own fingers trailed up and down Anita's very wet pussy.

Dee lightly pushed Anita backward and got between Anita's chubby thighs.

"Ah!" Anita gasped aloud as Dee's mouth came into contact with her wet lips.

Dee loved the taste of pussy and Anita's was no exception. The girl had a slightly sweaty taste, but it was not an unpleasant taste. After licking up and down the outer lips (she used her hands to push the thick hair aside) Dee then attacked the inner lips with her tongue. Anita's plump clitoris received a long, lingering lick, then Dee returned to simply tasting Anita's essence.

Finally, she deduced she'd teased the girl long enough and gave Anita's clitoris her full attention. She licked the girl to three orgasms before Anita finally, weakly pushed Dee's sucking mouth away.

"Are you gay?" Anita asked as she rested her head on Dee's shoulder.

"No, not really," Dee said. "I like the taste of sperm too much to be one hundred percent gay. And I like the way a man feels when he's pounding me, you know? Can't get that from a dildo."

"Oh, okay," Anita said and began her light touches to Dee's hairless mound again. "How'd you get it so smooth?"

"Electrolysis," Dee admitted. "I shaved it for a long time, but that gets kind of old quick"

"Did that hurt?" Anita asked and began to play with the dangling pearls.

"What? The electrolysis?" Dee asked, temporarily distracted by Anita's fingers.

"Uh huh," Anita murmured and kissed Dee's neck.

"A little, well, it kind of stung, you know?" Dee said and kissed Anita's forehead.

"How you think my pussy would look?" Anita asked. "You know, um, with no hair?"

"Yummy," Dee said and kissed Anita deeply.

----

Anita perched on the lid of the toilet as Dee knelt between her spread legs. Carefully, Dee snipped away at the dense mat of hair, getting as close to the skin as possible without nicking the flesh.

"It itches," Anita declared as Dee finally deemed she'd gotten as much hair as she could with the cumbersome scissors.

Uh huh," Dee smiled and wet a washcloth in hot water. "Here."

Dee pressed the hot cloth to Anita's crotch and Anita screamed a short scream as she orgasmed.

"Hold that there," Dee ordered as she rummaged around for her shave gel and razor blade.

"Ooh, that's cold," Anita complained as Dee applied the gel to the sensitive area.

Dee was careful as she dragged the razor blade through the stubble. Several swipes later, she stood and wet the washcloth again and pressed it to Anita's smooth crotch.

"On your knees," Dee ordered, then applied gel to Anita's wrinkled anus. 

Again, she was careful around the tender area. And again, the wet washcloth removed the remnants of the gel. Then she dropped the razor cartridge into the small wastebasket where the snippets of Anita's pubic hair liberally lined the bottom of the small canister.

"Here, put some baby oil on it," Dee offered.

"You do it," Anita playfully demanded.

Dee squirted the oil into her hand then generously rubbed it into Anita's heated flesh. The two kissed passionately as Dee vigorously rubbed Anita's crotch. Anita stiffened, then moaned into Dee's mouth.

"Damn it!" Anita exclaimed, looking at her watch. "It's eight thirty already?"

"Spend the night?" Dee begged.

"I wish I could," Anita whined. But I got a bunch of homework I haven't even gotten to yet!"

Anita did agree to stay and eat another Lean Cuisine. After dinner, the two dressed, which was interrupted several times by kisses and light touches. Finally, Dee grabbed her keys and the two left the apartment.

Chapter 4

Dee looked over the grocery list Anita had scribbled out. It was a good thing Anita was so thorough; Dee knew she didn't have anything on the list, except for red pepper flakes and garlic powder.

"You do have pots and pans, right?" Anita asked.

"Yes, smarty pants," Dee laughed.

She lowered her voice.

"Spend the night? Nadia and Sonja are," Dee asked.

"Suppose they, what if they catch us?" Anita whispered back.

"It's cool; they're that way too," Dee admitted.

Anita looked at the two blondes, mouth open in shock, then looked back at Dee and giggled.

"Well then, I guess I'm staying the night!" she declared.

----

The apartment smelled wonderful as Anita bustled about in the kitchen.

"I love these pans," she called out.

"Thanks; they were a 'house-warming' gift from my friend Cindy," Dee said as she sat on the couch.

"These are not cheap," Anita declared.

There was a knock at the door and Dee checked through the peephole. Nadia and Sonja's pretty faces beamed up at her and she smiled happily.

"Dee!" Sonja laughed as Dee stood aside to open the door.

"Quick before someone sees," Dee laughed and ushered the two girls in.

She closed the door and padded, nude, back to the couch to resume watching the movie.

"Wow, that smells unbelievable," Nadia said as she entered the kitchen.

"Thanks," Anita beamed happily.

"Nice apron," Nadia went on.

"Yeah?" Anita laughed. "You like that?"

Anita stood in the kitchen, nude except for a frilly apron that did not completely cover her pendulous breasts. When she turned around, her entire backside was exposed.

"What are you watching?" Sonja squealed when she realized Dee was not watching the late afternoon news.

"Cum Hungry Sluts, I think," Dee shrugged.

"Ew!" Sonja exclaimed in disgust as a large cock pulled out of a blonde pussy and began squirting copiously onto the blonde's face and open mouth.

"Yummy," Dee argued.

"You think everything is yummy," Sonja giggled.

"It okay if we have a couple of drinks?" Nadia asked

"Um, yeah, yeah, I guess so," Anita agreed.

"I mean, it's not going to spoil anything, huh?" Nadia asked.

"Oh, no, no, it shouldn't," Anita said. "But it'll be ready in about twenty minutes, okay?"

"Sonja, what you want?" Nadia called out.

"Vodka and tonic," Sonja called back.

Nadia came out of the kitchen carrying the two drinks and handed one to her sister, then tried to nudge her sister over so that she could sit next to Dee. Sonja refused to budge, prompting a shoving match.

"Ow!" Nadia exclaimed, then giggled as Dee soundly whacked her on her rump.

Sonja stuck her tongue out at her sister, earning herself a pinch on her rump from Dee.

"What are you watching?" Nadia exclaimed as she watched a woman jerking on two cocks, milking them both onto her face and open mouth.

"Cum Hungry Sluts," Sonja said in a haughty tone.

"Ew!" Nadia declared as the woman swallowed the small mouth she'd managed to catch in her mouth.

"Looks yummy," Sonja said.

"Stop," Dee said and again pinched Sonja's rump, hard.

"Ow!" Sonja giggled and put her head on Dee's shoulder as they watched a blonde open her mouth wide for one spurting cock.

"This is gross," Nadia declared, but did not stop watching.

"Ding ding ding, come and get it," Anita announced as she set the four plates onto the dining room table.

"Oh boy!" Nadia said and sat down at the table.

"What you want to drink?" Anita called out from the kitchen. "I got ice tea, or there's diet Coke, and Dee got some diet seven up too."

"Iced tea," Nadia called back.

"Diet Coke," Dee called out.

"I don't care," Sonja said.

"Then you get nothing," Nadia sneered.

"Ice Tea," Sonja quickly decided.

"Um, some of y'all are a little over-dressed," Dee declared.

With giggles, both Sonja and Nadia divested themselves of their tank tops and shorts.

"Oh, those are nice," Anita said as she admired the jewelry dangling from Nadia's breasts.

"Thanks, got my pussy done too," Nadia smiled.

"Really?" Anita asked as she sat down at the table.

"Uh huh," Nadia agreed.

"Damn, this is good stuff," Dee announced.

"Thank you," Anita said, blushing happily.

"Really!" Nadia agreed.

"Yeah, we go down to the Bazaar, in San Diego, all the time, and this is just as good as that stuff," Sonja agreed.

----

The timer buzzed and Anita got to her feet and ran into the kitchen. Nadia watched Anita's full backside and made a big play of licking her lips. The three girls giggled. 

"What?" Anita asked when she came back to the dining room. "What's so funny?"

"Show her," Dee demanded.

"When you went to the kitchen," Nadia said, blushing hotly. "Your butt looked yummy, so I did this."

She showed Anita the lip-licking maneuver.

"Oh!" Anita said and covered her face to hide her hot blush, causing more giggles. "My butt is not yummy."

"Yes it is!" Dee insisted, bringing on more giggles

Anita gasped and slapped Dee's arm. Dee laughed and reached out a finger to pull Anita's face to her. She looked into Anita's warm brown eyes.

See?" Dee said quietly to Anita. "I told you you're beautiful."

Sonja felt a white-hot flash of jealousy flare up. She tried to shove it aside; Dee had every right to make love to whomever she wished. But watching the soft, intimate gesture and hearing the soft voice had her insides knotted up.

"Okay," Anita happily said as she gathered up the dishes. I have dessert for us; don't go anywhere."

Again Nadia made the lip licking display and she and Dee giggled, but Sonja did not.

Anita smiled as she brought back four bowls with a large hot brownie in each bowl, covered by a huge scoop of ice cream.

"Mm," Dee said as she tasted the brownie.

"uh huh," Nadia agreed.

"Thank you," Anita murmured.

"I'll help you do the dishes, Nadia offered.

"Oh, no, that's all right," Anita happily said.

"You goober," Dee laughed.

"It's not the dishes she's wanting to do," Dee mock whispered to Anita.

"Oh!" Anita said, comprehension setting in.

She looked over at Nadia, who suddenly found something in her bowl very interesting.

"Um, okay, sure, I could use some help with the dishes," Anita agreed.

"Good," Nadia mumbled.

Chapter 5

Dee yanked Sonja over to the couch as soon as they finished the dessert. Dee pushed a button on her remote and 'Anal Angels' started up.

"But I wanted to watch 'Cum Hungry Sluts,'" Sonja whined playfully as she felt safe, secure in Dee's embrace.

"This is better," Dee assured the girl.

Anita was nervous as she and Nadia padded into the kitchen. 




Dee & The Twins Pt. 02



Nadia pinned the plump girl against the counter and lightly kissed the girl's full lips. Anita shyly opened her mouth and Nadia thrust her tongue in. Anita could taste the brownie and ice cream on the girl's tongue.

Anita moaned as she felt Nadia's hands cup her breasts and felt Nadia's thumbs caress her stiff nipples. Nadia pulled away from the kiss and smiled at Anita.

"I'll wash, you dry," Nadia offered.

"Okay," Anita whispered.

Nadia interrupted the washing often; she would kiss Anita's face and shoulder, or grab Anita's full buttocks with a wet hand.

"Your hands are wet!" Anita complained.

"Ew!" Sonja exclaimed as she watched Tiffany plunging her dildo into Britney's ass.

"Yummy," Dee corrected.

"You think everything's yummy," Sonja laughed.

"No, just things like that," Dee smiled. "And things like this."

Thus saying, she playfully pinched Sonja's buttock.

"You thick my butt is yummy?" Sonja asked and wiggled it.

"Absolutely yummy," Dee smiled and rubbed Sonja's buttocks.

"Oh yeah?" Sonja asked.

"Mm hmm," Dee emphasized.

"Well if it's so yummy, why don't you eat it?" Sonja asked, in a snotty tone.

"Okay," Dee agreed and shoved Sonja onto her stomach on the ottoman.

"No, Dee, I was just..." Sonja protested, and then squealed as Dee's tongue tickled her very sensitive anus.

Nadia dragged Anita into the second bedroom and roughly shoved the plump girl backward onto the vinyl exercise bench. Anita was a little disconcerted; Dee's touches had been loving, gentle. Nadia's were rough, demanding.

"Suck these," Nadia demanded and stuck a nipple in Anita's face.

Anita did the best she could, which seemed to please Nadia. Nadia combed her fingers through Anita's curly hair, murmuring and moaning encouragement.

"Stop," Nadia demanded and pulled her hard nipple from Anita's sucking mouth.

She shoved her tongue into Anta's mouth forcefully and pressed Anita backward until the girl was fully reclined on the padded bench. Nadia ground her pubic mound against Anita's, never relinquishing her mouth and never ceased running her fingers through Anita's hair.

"Ah, yes!" Nadia suddenly cried out in orgasm.

"Eat my pussy," she demanded and quickly twisted around so that her pussy was pressed against Anita's mouth.

Anita stifled a squeal as she felt Nadia's fingers pulling at her pussy lips. Then she felt Nadia's tongue flicker up and down until Nadia's tongue found Anita's clitoris.

She tried to focus on Nadia's thin pussy lips, but the delicious feelings the blonde was giving her made that difficult. She tensed up, ready to explode. Nadia playfully stopped tickling Anita's clitoris and languidly licked up and down Anita's pussy lips. Anita groaned and wiggled from side to side, trying to thrust her clitoris back into contact with Nadia's tongue.

"Eat my pussy," Nadia demanded.

Anita groaned once more, but did begin to lick up and down Nadia's musky slit, then dug her tongue in between the thin lips until she located Nadia's clitoris. She jerked slightly when Nadia's hot mouth encircled her throbbing clitoris.

"Mm," she moaned as she felt the orgasm well up in her.

"Ah yes!" she squealed as Nadia cruelly bit down on the hypersensitive flesh.

"Like it up the ass?" Dee whispered in Sonja's ear as she fucked three fingers in and out of Sonja's tight rectum. "Is it yummy?"

"Oh, oh, God!" Sonja grunted and shudders in orgasm.

"Want me to stop?" Dee asked.

"No!" Sonja begged but Dee pulled her fingers out of Sonja's clutching rectum.

"No, don't stop!" Sonja begged.

"Be right back," Dee said and rapidly padded to her bedroom.

She returned with her double-headed dildo. She stood in front of Sonja and worked one end of the dildo into her pussy. She then knelt down and pressed the other end to Sonja's lips.

"Better get this good and wet; it's going in your ass," Dee warned.

Sonja slobbered a good amount of her spittle on the bulbous head, making faces to let Dee know she wasn't crazy about the taste of the latex phallus.

"That's it, baby," Dee cooed. "Suck my cock."

Sonja couldn't help but giggle at Dee's vulgarities.

She tensed up when Dee walked on her knees to crouch down behind her.

"Reach back here and spread your cheeks," Dee softly asked.

Sonja's hands shook; she'd had a little trouble fitting that 'cock' in her mouth. It certainly wasn't going to fit easily into her tiny anus.

She grunted in pain as Dee wormed the head just inside of her anus. Dee paused for a long second, then worked another few millimeters into Sonja's protesting rectum.

"It hurts," Sonja whispered.

"Want me to stop?" Dee asked.

Sonja hesitated for a moment, and then shook her head no.

"Good, Dee said and gripped the dildo and worked another few millimeter's into Sonja's upturned ass.

"What is going on out here?" Nadia demanded.

"Dee's fucking my ass," Sonja grunted.

"Yummy," Dee said and pushed a couple more millimeters in.

"Yummy," Anita agreed.

"You like it in your butt?" Nadia asked Anita.

Anita blushed hotly, but nodded her head yes.

"'Bout you, you like it in your butt?" Nadia asked her sister.

"Yeah," Sonja groaned, face contorted in pain, beads of sweat on her forehead.

Nadia pulled Anita to the couch and held the girl tightly as they watched Sonja's reaming. 

"Really?" Nadia whispered into Anita's ear. "You like it in your butt?"

"Uh huh," Anita whispered and shifted so that Nadia's fingers could easily access her anus.

"Oh God!" Sonja screamed aloud as Dee's fingers grazed her clitoris. "Aiee!"

Dee stopped thrusting the dildo in and out of Sonja's rectum as the girl flopped around on the ottoman, grunting and squealing.

"Holy cow!" Nadia said, in awe of the powerful orgasm her sister was undergoing.

"Stop, please. Stop," Sonja begged, voice barely more than a whimper.

Slowly, Dee pulled the dildo out of Sonja's stretched anus, until, with a 'fizz,' it popped out of the blonde's rectum.

Aiee!" Sonja screamed again as Dee lightly tickled the girl's pulsating clitoris. "No more! No More, please!"

----

"I think I'm drunk," Anita lightly complained to Nadia.

"Good thing you're not driving, huh?" Nadia laughed.

"I'm going to bed," Anita said and staggered to the bedroom.

After a moment, Nadia got to her feet and followed Anita.

Sonja pulled Dee to the vacated couch and pulled Dee's face to hers. The two kissed for a few moments until they heard the dvd player's carousel switch to another movie. Sonja cuddled up to Dee and focused on the television screen.

"Ew!" Sonja declared as she watched 'Cum Hungry Sluts' start.

A girl knelt in front of three men that were vigorously jerking their spurting cocks onto her outstretched tongue.

"Wait until you see the next one," Dee warned.

The camera backed up to show the girl's tongue and face liberally coated. She smiled and swallowed the spunk and the scene faded to black.

The next scene opened to show the same blonde masturbating with an enormous dildo. The camera panned to show an Asian girl squatting on one very large cock while another large cock pounded her rectum. Both cocks sprayed liberally onto the Asian's buttocks and pussy lips, then the two men left the room. The blonde quit masturbating and walked over to the Asian girl. Wordlessly, she lay down on the bed and the Asian girl squatted over the blonde's wide-open mouth.

"Ew!" Sonja screeched. "No way!"

"I know, right?" Dee agreed. "I mean, I love the taste of come, but I don't think I love it THAT much!"

"Um, do you, um you know what come tastes like?" Sonja asked, embarrassed at her ignorance.

"Yeah," Dee said and took a healthy gulp of her gin and tonic. "Remember when you was a kid, remember what that paste tasted like?"

"Oh yeah!" Sonja giggled at the memory.

"Well, kind of like that, except kind of salty, you know?" Dee said. "I mean, that's about the best way I can describe it. You either love it or you don't."

"Well, she loves it," Sonja said, pointing to the screen.

Dee looked as the blonde was scooping semen out of the Asian's rectum with her fingers and licking her fingers clean.

"Yeah," Dee grimaced.

"I'm, I'm getting kind of tired," Sonja said, resting her head on Dee's shoulder.

"Then let's go to bed, goober," Dee said and finished her drink.

"There's enough room for all of us?" Sonja asked as Dee pulled her toward the master bedroom.

"Should be; it's a king sized bed," Dee said.

"I don't think we got a whole lot of studying done," Sonja quietly giggled.

"Uh huh," Dee agreed.

Chapter 6

Dee woke up to an urgent need to pee. There was an arm thrown over her, though, and she relished in the feeling of someone close, someone holding her.

"Love you," she whispered in the dark to the owner of the arm, and then wiggled out of the bed.

She peed, then returned to the dark bedroom and snuggled back under the covers. The arm came back across her and squeezed her lightly. Soft lips grazed her cheek.

----

She awoke with someone's mouth lapping insistently at her hairless pussy. Daylight streamed into the window and Dee stretched lazily and ran her fingers through Sonja's hair.

Then she realized it wasn't just Sonja's oral ministrations that had awakened her from her drunken slumber. There were wonderful smells wafting into the bedroom.

She tensed in orgasm and Sonja redoubled her licking and sucking at Dee's vulva.

"Stop, Baby, please," Dee begged and pulled Sonja up to tenderly kiss the pretty blonde.

"Want breakfast in bed, Miss Stinky Breath?" Sonja asked when they pulled apart.

"No, I just washed these sheets," Dee smiled. "And you got room to talk; your breath could knock over a horse!"

"Ha!" Sonja breathed loudly into Dee's face and the two giggled and hugged tightly.

They held hands as they walked, nude, to the dining room.

"Strudel?" Dee asked as Anita put the still quite hot food in front of her.

"Sit down," Nadia ordered Anita. "I'll serve you.

Anita smiled s Nadia put a plate in front of her, then put a plate down in front of her empty chair.

"Hey, where's mine?" Sonja asked.

"Kitchen, I think," Nadia shrugged.

"Get your sister a plate," Dee ordered and smacked Nadia's buttock quite hard with an open palm.

"Ow!" Nadia shouted, then giggled.

She put a plate in front of her sister and lightly kissed her sister's forehead before sitting down.

"I swear, Anita, if you lived here, I'd be as big as a house!" Dee said after eating a forkful of the flaky pastry.

"I'd be willing to take that chance," Nadia offered.

Anita looked up at Nadia, then blushed hotly and looked back down at her strudel.

----

They quizzed each other back and forth, scribbling out the problems and solutions and showing one another their notes.

"Oh wow, I think I actually understand this!" Anita said.

"Uh huh," Sonja agreed as she plotted out the array.

"Is that clock right?" Nadia asked.

"Uh, yeah, almost one o'clock," Dee said.

"Damn!" Anita complained. "I hate to, but I got to get back to the dorm; I got a bunch of homework I got to do."

Dee almost felt like crying as everyone got dressed and gathered up their books. Anita and Nadia both lightly kissed her; Sonja's kiss was a lingering kiss, followed by a light touch, then she too as gone.

Anita crammed herself in the rear of the twins' cluttered car; she lived in the same dormitory as the twins, and Dee watched from her doorway as they roared away.

She did allow a few tears of self-pity to slide down her cheeks as she listlessly picked up the few messes in the apartment; Anita had cleaned up behind herself as she fixed their breakfast. In the kitchen, she fixed herself a fairly stiff gin and tonic and took a big sip. Nothing.

Sighing, Dee went to the drawer of the end table and pulled out a joint.

The End of 'Dee & The Twins 02.'



Dee & The Twins Pt. 03



*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. 

*

Chapter 1

It was nearing 'that time of the month; and Dee Jones was feeling the full effect of it. She poured herself another gin and seven-up and felt like screaming; the bottle of gin was nearly empty. 

Nude, she padded into her living room and sat on the leather couch. She flipped through channel after channel; nothing on television grabbed her interest. 

She did scream when she noticed that her drink was empty. Irritably, she yanked open the drawer of her end table, pulled out the ashtray and small bag of marijuana. She smiled tightly when she saw that she had anticipated this need and had already rolled a nice fat joint.

Fox Headline News blared about the latest casualties in Iraq as she smoked the acrid sweet joint. Still, it was not enough and she reached back into the drawer again.

Two lines of the meth and she finally felt the relief she was so desperately seeking. The only problem with meth, though, was it made her horny. Not as horny as cocaine, but the gang she bought her drugs from rarely had any good cocaine on hand. Meth, however, was plentiful and cheap.

"Fucking tired of Big Ben," she complained bitterly as she padded to her bedroom.

----

The three boys had been denied access to Jumpers; even with their fake IDs. They loitered in the parking lot, listening to the loud music pumping from the small building. The two white and one black freshman students joked and jostled one another.

Pat straightened up; a hot looking brunette was languidly strolling toward the trio, making a beeline for them.

"Hey," Dee said. "Couldn't get in?"

Pat, Latavius, and Joel looked at the five foot four inch woman for a long moment, unable to speak. She wore a white tank top, her dark nipples clearly visible through the thin material. Her black miniskirt was short, revealing muscular, tanned legs. Her four inch heels made the legs look even longer.

"No, believe that shit?" Latavius finally found his voice. "I mean, we done showed them our IDs and they all like 'aw no, them fake IDs,' what's up with that?"

"So how old are you?" Dee asked, amused.

"Twenty one," Latavius declared, pulling out his ID card.

"No, I mean how old are you really?" Dee asked, light brown eyes glassy.

"Nineteen," Joel admitted, earning himself a feather light touch on his bare arm from Dee.

"And you?" she asked Pat, who mumbled he too was nineteen.

Latavius admitted he too was only nineteen, slightly unnerved by Dee's almost manic smile.

----

The three boys jumped out of the bed of the pickup truck when she parked in front of her apartment complex and trotted up the stairs behind her. Joel's cock was throbbing unmercifully; he could see that she wore no panties and her labia glinted golden shimmers.

"Um, hey, we um," Latavius stammered, trying his best to regain some control.

"Hey, I didn't bring y'all here so we could play Scrabble," Dee laughed harshly and dropped her skirt and tank top to the floor of her living room.

Joel groaned as he shot his load into his briefs. Dee giggled and rewarded him with another feather light touch to his bare arm.

He gawked at the gold hoops threaded through her large nipples and wanted to touch her large breasts, but was too shy to. He admired her flat, muscular belly and the gold hoop in her navel. Her bare pussy mound made him swallow nervously, as did the six small gold hoops piercing her labia.

"Go ahead," she giggled to him. "You can touch."

"Well, all right now, uh huh, so it's laid out like that, huh?" Latavius asked, preening and flexing.

"Joel's shaking hand hefted one of her breasts and he groaned again as his cock twitched in his briefs.

"Ever seen a brother's snake before?" Latavius demanded, shoving his shorts and boxers down.

"Uh huh," Dee smiled, showing all of her teeth.

"Can I, um can I eat your pussy?" Joel asked.

"Aw yeah," Dee laughed and flopped down on the couch, legs spread wide for his inexperienced tongue.

Dee wondered how quick he would be to put his mouth there if he knew she was close to her period. Latavius knelt on the couch next to Dee and thrust his growing cock toward her head.

She took his manhood in her small hands, stroked it a few times then gave it a long, slow, deliberate lick. She laughed out loud as Latavius lost all bravado and control. She quickly put her mouth over the head of his cock and swallowed his spurting semen.

"Right there, baby boy," she cooed as Joel finally located her clitoris. "See that ring? Pull it with your teeth, I like it like that."

Pat was a little embarrassed about the size of his cock, but Dee hefted it and murmured words of encouragement.

"Oh yeah," she groaned as Joel licked and tugged her clitoris to orgasm.

"Stick your cock in me?" she begged Joel and he quickly shoved his shorts and briefs down and slid into her pussy to the hilt.

"Oh, damn!" she grunted in orgasm.

Pat lasted only a few moments when Dee began to suck on his cock. Joel felt mortified that he only lasted for three quick strokes before he unleashed a torrent of semen into Dee's hot pussy.

"You're so good," Dee encouraged the two white males, and then got to unsteady feet.

"Come on, couch is a little small, huh?" she said and sauntered down the hall to her bedroom.

Again, Latavius tried to take charge, and again, Dee physically dominated him. She pushed him onto his back and straddled his erection.

"You," she said over her shoulder to Joel. "I want you in my butt."

"Really?" he squeaked out and she laughed out loud when his cock twitched and spewed a hot dribble onto her back.

Pat did not complain as Dee took him into her hot sucking mouth a second time. He jerked slightly when Dee grunted around the base of his cock; Joel had just clumsily tried to force his cock into her dry anus.

"Lube's in the top drawer," she groaned as he attempted it again.

"Oh, sorry!" he gasped.

"Aw yeah, bitch, like this shit huh?" Latavius chortled as he grabbed handful of Dee's breasts.

If she had not been high on meth, and horny enough to screw a cactus, Dee would have beaten him violently for calling her a bitch and for his rough, slightly painful treatment of her breasts. She grunted in pleasure as Joel sunk his lubricated cock into her bowels.

"Go slow, baby," she said.

"You too, don't be choking me with this thing," she said to Pat and sucked him into her mouth again.

----

Marvin was in a foul mood; some Latin guy had stepped on his Fila tennis shoes, scuffing the white toe of the shoe. He had shoved the guy but the grinning gang member had turned around and showed Marvin the butt of his nine millimeter pistol.

So, he grabbed Anita and jerked her out of Jumpers and dragged her home.

Anita didn't mind; she had a horrible headache from the nonstop pounding of the music and all Marvin would buy was beer. Jumpers charged too much for mixed drinks, in his opinion.

Headache or not, Anita took the brunt of Marvin's anger; he pounded her hairy pussy fast and furious, giving little thought to her comfort or pleasure.

"You a queen; you deserve to be treated like a queen," Marvin had declared.

Anita Sanchez, suffering from low self-esteem for much of her pudgy life, could not believe the handsome African-American man was talking to her, and fell for his smooth talk and promises.

"Careful, Anita, he's kind of controlling," Dee had warned her.

Nadia Doyeski had warned her too, and steered well clear of Marvin Kingston.

"Y'all are just jealous, bunch of fucking dykes," Anita had shrilled at her friends.

Now, a year later, she realized that Dee and Nadia had been right. The control was so subtle she didn't even notice it until there was nothing left of her former self. She had no friends; they were all his friends. She didn't have Dee's phone number, or Nadia's phone number; he bought her a new cell phone and promised to transfer all her old phone numbers to the new one, but never did. She didn't even wear any of her old clothing; she wore only what he bought her. Of course, since she'd gained nearly eighty pounds, none of her old clothes fit any more. They ate what he liked and nothing he liked was low calorie or low carbohydrate.

She looked in the mirror after cleaning herself up; he couldn't be bothered to wear a condom.

"Just don't feel right, know what I'm saying?" he cackled.

She lived in constant dread of becoming pregnant but that was of little concern to him.

The mirror showed a fat blob, complete with three double chins of blubber.

"Damn it, I was so close, too," she thought to herself.

She and Dee had set up a work out regiment and diet plan and both girls were following it together. According to the medical chart on the Internet, Anita's ideal weight was between one hundred and fourteen pounds to one hundred and thirty eight pounds.

Sonja and Nadia had offered to do it too, but both Dee and Anita had laughed; the twins were slightly underweight as it was.

The last time she'd stepped on a scale, she was at one hundred and fifty one pounds. Success was just within reach.

Now, even though Marvin had a scale, she did not even venture to step on it, dreading what it would say.

"You ain't fat, you just right, know what I'm saying?" Marvin had sneered and grabbed a handful of her buttock, gripping it as hard as he could in his beefy paw, hurting her.

"Believe that mother fucker, huh?" Marvin spat at her when she exited the bathroom. "All bad and shit, showing me his piece. Man! I had me a mother fucking nine Millie, I'd reduced him, know what I'm saying? Reduced him right there! Flashing his piece like he's some bad ass mother fucker."

He pulled her down on the couch, unmindful of the couch' missing leg and eased the hem of her dress up. Again, she endured his thrusts and jabs into her pussy.

"Why you never suck it no more?" he asked when he finished pumping his seed into her womb.

"Never give me a fucking chance," she thought.

"You want me to suck it, all you got to do is ask," she said flatly.

"Rather suck it than get knocked up with your fucking kid," she thought as she dabbed her pussy free of his semen. "I bet I know what kind of dad you'd be."

----

The meth had worn off long ago; thankfully Latavius and Pat were in no mood to stick around. Their combined semen dribbled freely from her pussy and stretched anus as the three boys dressed. She stood, nude and watched as they dressed in her living room.

Joel had made her smile, despite the growing cramps in her belly when he quietly asked her for her phone number.

"Must have been the drugs," Dee told herself, again kicking herself for actually giving him her phone number.

Finally, at one o'clock in the morning, she passed out from a combination of vodka and marijuana and exhaustion.

----

Marvin was still sputtering obscenities at the unknown Latin male that had stood up to his bluster when Anita lay down on the small, hard bed and willed herself to go to sleep. 

The bed was uncomfortable; Marvin did not see a need for a mattress pad and did not see a need to buy good sheets. Nor did he afford his 'queen' a pillow with any measurable support to it. Thankfully, he did not begrudge her the several blankets and quilts she liked to sleep under.

Chapter 2

Dee groaned in absolute agony as her cell phone chirped and vibrated on her nightstand. She knocked it off of the table and onto the carpeted floor, stilling the rattling of the tiny box.

Then her land line began to ring. She screamed at it, but did not answer it, letting it go to the answering machine.

"Hi, this is Dee, sorry I'm not here right now, at the sound of the beep, leave me your name and phone number and if you don't leave me your name and phone number I'm not calling you back," her cheerful voice sang out.

"Dee?" Sonja's frantic voice cut through her moans. "Dee, this is Sonja, Dee where are you? I tried your cell phone and there wasn't any answer and now your regular phone and we're in, where is this place?"

Dee heard Sonja yell at her twin sister, barely pulling her mouth away from the phone's mouthpiece.

"No, no, you goober, I know this is an Exxon, I mean what's the name of this town?" Sonja yelled at her sister.

"We're in Little Hills; it's this little town in Ari..." Sonja frantically said into the telephone.

Dee grabbed her candlestick telephone and spoke into the mouthpiece.

"Sonja, I'm here," Dee groaned.

"Oh thank God," Sonja said then burst into tears.

"Sonja, what's wrong, what happened?" Dee said, head pounding unmercifully.

"We were driving and the car started shaking and then smoke started coming out and Dummy Nadia said 'oh it just needs to warm up, 'cause it's cold in the mountains' and I'm telling her it's already warmed up but Stupid here says..."

"Give me that!" Dee heard Nadia scream.

She yelled into the telephone's mouthpiece that she didn't have time for all this foolishness, and then finally hung up on the twins' scuffling and arguing.

A few minutes later, her cell phone rang and she scooped it up off the floor. She blinked in surprise when she saw the time flashing on her cell phone; it was six fourteen.

"Dee, I'm sorry, I guess we accidentally..." Sonja started off.

"Sonja, do you have any fucking idea what time it is?" Dee barked into the telephone.

"It's, um, let me see," Sonja said.

"Never mind, Sonja," Dee barked. "What? What? What do you want, Sonja?"

Again, Sonja burst into tears and Dee regretted her anger. The cramps had awoken when she had been woken up but Sonja's tears pushed the pain to the back of her consciousness.

"The car's broke and the guy that towed us says it needs..." Sonja sobbed into the phone.

"How much?" Dee shrilled when Sonja gave her to dollar amount the mechanic had quoted the twins.

"And if we don't get it fixed we can't get back to DeGarde in time and this is our last semester and that's why we left four days early and the mechanic said the bus takes at least three days to get us there and..." Sonja begged.

"Sonja, that car's not WORTH seven hundred dollars," Dee interrupted.

"But how're we going to get there?" Sonja shrilled.

"Dee, please?" Nadia's voice replaced her sister's. "We'll pay you back, I swear."

"How, Nadia?" Dee snapped. "You still haven't paid me back for the clutch plate or the water pump or..."

"I know, but, Dee!" Nadia whined.

"Okay, where are y'all at again?" Dee asked and yanked open her nightstand drawer.

She found a pen and smiled sardonically when the only thing she found to write on was an opened box of condoms.

"Would have come in handy last night," she thought.

"Okay, there a motel or something around?" Dee asked after writing down the address and phone number of the Exxon station in Little Hills, Arizona.

"Oh, the mechanic said we could stay at his place while we waited on the car," Nadia giggled.

"Is. There. A. Motel. Or Hotel. Anywhere. Around There?" Dee spat out into the telephone.

"Yes ma'am, there's a Holiday Inn right across the Interstate from here," Nadia answered, bubbly giggle cut short.

"Okay, give me about an hour, then go and check in," Dee said. 

"What about the car?" Nadia asked. "The mechanic wants to know if he should order the parts or not."

"Tell the mechanic to go fuck himself; he's not getting a penny out of anyone for touching that car," Dee said.

"But Dee, how are we...?" Nadia asked, the whine creeping back into her voice.

"I'm coming to get you," Dee said.

She winced as Nadia excitedly squealed to her sister, "She's coming to get us!"

"Dee, really?" Sonja's happy voice bubbled through. "Really, you're coming for us?"

"Yes," Dee said, tiredly; the cramps were killing her. "Be there, shit, it'll probably take me a whole day, but I'll be there as soon as I can."

She hung up on Sonja's happy declarations of love.

She staggered into the second bedroom of her apartment and turned on the computer. Moments later, she'd reserved a room at the Holiday Inn for the twins, then went onto MapQuest and looked at how far away Little Hills, Arizona was from DeGarde, Louisiana.

"Twenty seven hours, nineteen minutes," MapQuest told her.

She would be driving for twenty seven hours.

She fixed a pot of coffee, and then staggered into the bathroom.

A glance into the mirror caused her to gasp in shock. She looked down at her pubic mound and groaned.

A whore. She was a whore, just like her mother.

Maybe she wasn't fucking for money, but that was a minor distinction.

Sobbing, she got into the shower and tried to wash away the shame and degradation.

And that boy, Joel; he had kissed her. Just after her mouth had been around his buddy's cock, sucking it like a ten dollar Crack whore, he put his lips to hers and kissed her. After she'd let him fuck her up the ass, fucked his two buddies, let all of them come in her, he'd asked her for her phone number.

Clean on the outside, she finally got out of the shower and went into the bedroom. She shoved a couple of changes of clothes into the duffel bag, making sure to drop a handful of tampons and panty liners into the side pocket.

"Fucking hate my period!" she screamed, slipping on some clothes, loose shorts and oversized tee shirt. Unfortunately, her breasts were too large to forego wearing a bra; she could do it, but she'd attract a lot of unwanted attention if she did so she picked out her loosest bra.

The cramps were murder now and she thought very briefly about doing a couple of lines, smoking a joint or two, but thought better of it.

"Last fucking thing I need is to get busted in Texas," she thought.

Thermos of coffee in hand, she locked up her apartment, stomped down the stairs, and got into her pickup truck.

At a gas station, she saw her mother. Precious Jones was just climbing down from a tractor-trailer rig and her eyes met her daughter's eyes. Both women averted their eyes in shame.

"Yeah, you ain't doing it for money, but you ain't anything but a fucking whore," Dee thought bitterly, finished filling her tank, and got into her truck.

----

Anita looked in the refrigerator and grimaced at the sparse contents.

"Uh huh, but you make good and sure you got lots of beer," she muttered under her breath.

"What?" Marvin demanded loudly, startling her.

"I said, there ain't anything to eat," Anita whined.

"What you talking 'bout, Willis?" Marvin smirked, doing his Gary Coleman imitation.

That had amused her the first few times he'd done that; he pouted just like Gary Coleman's character Arnold, from the television show 'Different Strokes.'

It wasn't cute any longer; it was irritating. Infuriating at times.

"Look, there's nothing in here," Anita said, pointing to the refrigerator.

"Hmm," he said, looking at the nearly empty box. "Don't know what to tell you."

She rooted around in the pantry, found the corn meal, and made them corn meal pancakes.

"See?" Marvin said smugly. "There's plenty."

At that moment, she was glad that three of the four light bulbs in the light fixture were blown out; he couldn't see the murderous look she gave him. If she'd had a sharp knife in her hand, she would have stabbed him, would have aimed for his heart.

"Yeah, well there ain't nothing for lunch, nothing for dinner," she reminded him after a long moment.

"Yeah, well, I get a couple of bucks, I get something from Piggly Wiggly," Marvin said.

"No, let me go; you always forgetting stuff," Anita said.

She knew he wouldn't, though. At first, she had thought it was so sweet, a man offering to do the grocery shopping. Now, she saw it was just another way of him controlling her, controlling what she ate, what she cooked for him. The one time he'd relented and given her money to do the shopping, he'd complained about everything she'd bought.




Dee & The Twins Pt. 03



"Make me out a list," he demanded.

"I do; you still get whatever you want, fuck what I want," she screamed.

She clutched her cheek and sobbed. Instead of apologizing to her, though, Marvin was stomping around, yelling and cursing and blaming her for making him hit her.

"Had enough of this shit!" she screamed at him and stomped toward the bedroom

"Where the fuck you think you going, huh?" he screamed in her face and threw her onto their bed.

"Leaving!" she screamed. "Had enough of this shit! Living like a fucking animal!"

----

Ernie watched, eyes mean little slits, as those two dumb blonde twins got a couple of suitcases out of the car then headed to the Holiday Inn across I-10.

He'd Damn near blew a load in his shorts when he pulled up to the smoking car and seen the two little blonde hotties. The fact that they were twins really got his juices flowing; 

he was sure he actually had blown a little joy juice in his shorts when one of the twins had accidentally flashed a bare breast, complete with pierced nipple at him; she was scratching an itch, pulling her half shirt up to get to the breast. Her sister had jerked her twin's hand, and then pulled the shirt down, spoiling his view.

The car had lost a fan belt and the bucking and shaking had shaken the distributor cap loose. The smoking was from some oil that had been spilled onto the motor. Obviously, the girls had taken the car into a quickie oil change place and some inexperienced kid had missed the hole on the first few tries. But he made up some mysterious sounding foreign part, tacked on a couple of hundred bucks (their clothing told him they could afford it) and offered to let them crash at his trailer while they waited for the part to come in.

The 'Saints' license plate on the front of the car, and the 'University of Louisiana at DeGarde' bumper sticker told him, even if they did find out about his deception, they'd be several states away, unable to do anything about it.

And if one or both of these dumb bitches got knocked up, they'd never be able to track him down. They'd probably forget all about Ernie as soon as the rubber met the road.

One of the girls had looked like she'd go for it, giggling and preening. Her navel was pierced as well, and from the hoop that she wore, were the words 'Yummy' and 'Bitch.' The one that wore 'Sweet' and 'Whore' from her navel hoop, however, had pulled her cell phone out and called a couple of numbers. Next thing he knew, Yummy Bitch and Sweet Whore were shrilling, sobbing, crying, and begging with some Eddy guy and his dreams when up in smoke.

"Hey, can't just leave this car here," he threatened.

"We'll be back," Sweet Whore said over her shoulder. "We'll be right across the street."

----

She came to just as Marvin was finishing with her. Unable to stop herself, she vomited, earning herself another slap from Marvin and a screaming rant; he only had six quarters for the laundry mat and it would take five for the washer and at least three or four of them to dry the sheets.

Chapter 3

"Why, Sugar, got you a headache?" the waitress asked pleasantly.

"No, cramping up, bleeding like a stuck pig over here," Dee grimaced as the waitress put the thermos of coffee down in front of her.

"Oh, hey, then this is what you need," the waitress said and gave Dee small packet. "What I do is pour that on my tongue, chase it down with a cup of coffee."

She leaned closer to Dee.

"When I ain't here, chase it down with some vodka but can't drink on the job, know what I mean, Sugar Pie?" the waitress sympathized.

"Uh huh," Dee agreed and paid for the coffee (the waitress refused to take anything for the headache powder and argued with the four dollar tip Dee left for her).

The sun was directly overhead now and she broke into a heavy sweat in the Texas heat. Even in her baggy shorts and loose tee shirt, she still got a few whistles from the truckers as she climbed into the cab of her pickup.

"Men is like dogs," Precious had shared with her on one of the few occasions that mother and daughter had talked. "They fuck anything, don't matter to them none. Just as long as they gets off, know what I'm saying?"

As miserable as she was, Dee didn't realize that, even in baggy shorts, baggy top, sweating profusely, she was still quite an attractive young woman. Her long brown hair framed her oval face with her large, light brown eyes, pointed nose, and full lips. Her legs were muscular, tanned, and, even in the baggy top, her large breasts were still evident.

----

"Housekeeping!" the heavyset Latin woman harshly announced, rousing Sonja and Nadia from their deep sleep.

"We just lay down," Nadia whined.

"Yeah, lady, we just checked in like, what, two hours ago?" Sonja grumbled.

"Fine, fine, I tell manager you no want room cleaned," the maid grumbled and banged the cart loudly as she exited the room.

"What's the 'do not disturb' sign for if they don't pay any attention to it?" Sonja asked, rolled over and was sleeping again in seconds.

----

Anita cringed in revulsion; Marvin would not even give her any privacy when she went to the bathroom now. He stood there while she tried to relax her bladder muscles, but it was hard; she hated having anyone in the same room when she was going to the bathroom.

"Well, come on, now I get to go," he demanded.

"Fine, go ahead," she said and stood up.

It didn't bother him to urinate in front of her; he just pulled it out and began a steady stream. Listening to his urine splashing the water made her own need to relieve herself much more pressing.

"God, please hurry," she murmured.

----

Nothing around for miles and miles as far as she could see, so Dee stomped on the accelerator, holding the truck at eighty five miles an hour. The flat countryside was wide and empty. It had been a couple of hours since the last time she'd seen another vehicle and ahead of her she could not see any other vehicles. Her foot kept increasing the pressure; she let up on the pedal when the truck began to shimmer and vibrate.

In another hour, she smiled and let up on the pedal. 'Welcome to New Mexico,' the sign announced and she quickly reduced her speed to the posted speed limit. The officer sitting on the side of the road, just past the clump of bushes waved in greeting and she laughed out loud. 

"Not today, Smokey," she said cheerfully.

The thermos was just about empty and her stomach gurgled for solid food. Her bladder also screamed that two thermoses full of coffee couldn't lay on her bladder forever.

A few more miles and she saw a McDonald's sign looming high above the Interstate.

----

"Quit it," Sonja whined as Nadia insisted on describing in graphic detail, what McDonald's burgers were made of.

"God, you always such a bitch when you on your period?" Nadia grumbled.

"You hadn't been such a dummy, you'd be, oh!" Sonja spat, then felt sorry as Nadia's tears instantly sprung to her eyes. "NO, no, I'm sorry! No, no, don't cry; it's going to be all right!"

"No it's not," Nadia sobbed loudly, unmindful of the stares they were getting from the other patrons of the fast food restaurant.

Sonja hugged her sister tightly, holding her twin until Nadia finally stopped crying.

"Get away from me; people are staring," Nadia finally said, lightly shoving her sister.

"So?" Sonja shrugged, but did return to her side of the booth.

"Now, I don't want to know what they make ketchup out of," she warned Nadia as she squirted a large dollop out of the packet onto her French fries.

"You sure?" Nadia teased. "It's really gross."

"Stop it, you goober!" Sonja squealed. "No! I don't want to know!"

----

"What you want?" Marvin sullenly asked her.

"Anything but McDonald's," Anita said.

"Fine, bitch, you ain't getting nothing then," Marvin said then ordered a number one combo meal for himself.

She looked around. Because it was late in the day, there were very few people there. The three or four males in the place (she couldn't tell if one was a boy or a mannish looking girl) looked like they'd never stand up for some unknown girl against the stocky Marvin. The five girls working there looked like they would just cower under the counter until any noise died down.

As they walked there, she had thought briefly of running but Marvin seemed to sense this and kept a death grip on her upper arm, squeezing the flabby arm so tightly her fingers were numb by the time they entered the restaurant.

"Sure you don't want nothing?" he asked and she just stared at him.

Unperturbed, he continued to eat, smacking his lips loudly.

----

Nadia and Sonja happily splashed around in the hotel swimming pool. Suddenly, most of the male staff found a need to be out behind the hotel, in the pool area. Neely, the heavyset maid, glared at the two blondes and at her coworkers who loitered about, but none offered to help her clean up the pool area.

She wanted to tell the men, "I saw them both this morning, without any clothes on, and they weren't all that great to look at."

To the girls, she wanted to say, in as nasty a tone as she could, "Enjoy it while you can; after four kids, I don't get them kind of looks no more."

A large woman and her three large children waddled out and the three children's' shrieking and screaming ands squealing drove the male staff inside. A few more moments and the kids drove Nadia and Sonja inside too.

"I don't want McDonald's again," Sonja said as they hurried to their rooms, shivering in the extreme chill of the hotel's air conditioning.

"Fine, I saw a Kentucky Fried Chicken a little bit down," Nadia said.

"A Kentucky... We're in Arizona; shouldn't it be Arizona Fried Chicken?" Sonja joked.

"And I'M the goober?" Nadia laughed and pulled the motel key card from her purse.

----

She waddled into the bathroom, unmindful of he undisguised disgusted looks some of the girls gave her. She looked around and gave a sigh. 

The only bathroom window was far to small for her to wiggle out through, and with her luck, it was probably nailed shut anyway.

"God, if I was a fat pig like that, I'd kill myself," one girl whispered loudly to her friend.

"Don't let that stop you," Anita said, entered a stall, and sighed in relief.

Finally, she was able to move her bowels. Urinating with Marvin standing right there, glaring at her had been hard enough; she'd not been able to void her bowels with him watching her.

----

Dee jerked awake; the drumming of the reflectors beating against the tires had jolted her. She looked at the highway, illuminated only be her headlights; there was no other light anywhere. For a long moment, she couldn't think. Where was she, why was she driving on this desolate highway?

Sonja. Sonja and Nadia. She was driving to get them, pick them up, and bring them home.

A flash of a sign and she smiled. The sign had been a hand painted sign, advertising a 'Little Hills Swap Meet' that had ended three weeks earlier, but the sign told her she was close.

----

"How about her?" Marvin asked, pointing to a large black girl.

Anita looked at him with all the hatred she could muster.

She had told him, back when she was in love with him, about her and Dee and Nadia and Sonja making love with one another. Marvin had been extremely turned on and had even suggested that they include Nadia in their bedroom. Nadia did not want any part of it, though and had ended her friendship with Anita, after a screaming match. 

Dee had hinted that she would be interested; she liked cock, black or white, but Marvin had curled his lip up in distaste. Anita now realized that it had been simply because Dee intimidated Marvin. 

But ever since then, Marvin would suggest one girl or another to Anita, girls that he was attracted to.

"You want her, go ahead," she hissed. "I'M not touching that skanky ho."

----

Dee pulled into the parking lot of the Holiday Inn, parking underneath a bright light. She carefully scrutinized the parking lot, then grabbed her duffel bag, scanned the parking lot again, then got out of the truck. 

She gasped at the chill that enveloped her; the desert is cold at night, something she knew, but had forgotten.

She entered the lobby at a dead run, causing the clerk to nervously reach for the alarm button.

"Damn, it's cold out there!" Dee proclaimed, hugging herself tightly.

"Hello?" Nadia answered the bedside telephone.

"She's here!" she squealed to her sister and the two girls quickly dressed then left the room, chattering to each other in Russian.

"Don't" Dee snapped when Sonja grabbed her in a fierce hug. "I'm sweaty, tired, I stink, I just want to take a shower and sleep; leave me alone."

The clerk adjusted the lump in his polyester trousers as he watched the rear end of the attractive brunette, flanked by the rear ends of the cute blondes.

"Please, please, Sonja, shut the fuck up, all right?" Dee snapped.

The three girls entered the hotel room and Dee flung her duffel bag onto the bed.

"I'm going to take a shower, and then I'm going to bed," she declared. "First bitch wakes me up before nine o'clock fucking walks home, hear me?"

Chapter 4

She knew it; Sonja just wouldn't be able to resist touching her, kissing her, waking her.

"God damn it, what I tell you?" she barked, grabbing Sonja's face in her hand and roughly pushing the girl away. "Don't wake me before nine o'clock!"

"But Dee, it is nine o'clock," Sonja whispered, a sob catching in her throat.

"Aw, fuck!" Dee groaned, and then clambered out of bed, an urgent need to urinate overwhelming her.

She sighed as she finished urinating, dabbed herself dry and flushed the toilet. It almost made her smile, how noisy the contraption was. She grabbed her brush out of her purse to detangle her knotted hair. She quickly splashed a good amount of cold water into her face, then brushed her teeth and then freshened her make up.

"What the fuck's wrong with her?" Dee asked when she came out of the bathroom.

Nadia held her twin tightly as Sonja sobbed as if her heart was broken. Nadia glared hotly at Dee.

"What's wrong?" Nadia shrilled. "Least you could do is act like you're happy to see her!"

"What?" Dee screamed. "I fucking drove all God damned..."

"Come here," she demanded, grabbing a handful of Sonja's hair, yanking the girl to her feet.

"I love you," Dee Declared, and kissed the girl hard. "I drove all this way because I love you and couldn't bear the thought of you being stranded out here."

She roughly grabbed Sonja's breast and squeezed it cruelly.

"I missed you the whole time you were gone," Dee declared and roughly jammed her lips to Sonja's lips again. "Couldn't wait to see you again; you are my love, my life."

She shoved the girl away. Sonja sprawled out on the bed.

"Better now?" Dee demanded.

"Yeah, I guess so," Sonja sniffed, rubbing her breast.

"Good," Dee said, jerking her duffel bag onto the bed. "I really do love you, I really did miss you, and I'm about to fucking die here if these cramps get any fucking worse."

"I know!" Sonja commiserated.

----

"Fine, fine, give me the fucking list; I go get some shit at the fucking store," Marvin hissed, large meaty hand roughly, cruelly squeezing Anita's face, thumb forcing her chin up, to shut her up.

If Anita had held a knife at that moment, she would have killed him.

While he was gone. She would escape while he was at the grocery store.

"Fine, give me some paper," she said brightly, a little too brightly.

"Uh huh," Marvin said.

She wrote out a lengthy list; the longer he was at the store, the longer she would have to get to Dee's apartment. She did not remember Dee's phone number, or Nadia's phone number, but she did know how to get to Dee's apartment.

"Hey, hey, I ain't getting all that shit!" Marvin protested. "Mother fucker, just one or two things, huh?"

"You wanting breakfast, lunch AND dinner, right?" Anita asked.

"Yeah, but, you know, McDonald's is just fine for dinner, know what I'm saying?" Marvin protested.

----

Ernie watched his seven hundred dollar home gym system disappear as the two twins let a hot looking brunette tell them how to hook the weathered subcompact to the rear of her truck.

She had gotten out of the truck, stomped over to him and demanded that he show her the seven hundred dollars worth of repairs. He tried the same line of bullshit on her, but her face told him she wasn't buying it at all.

"Uh huh," she finally said. "And what about the fan belt?"

"Um, well, I was just going to throw that in," he stammered.

"Mighty generous of you," Dee drawled. "Were you going to reattach the distributor cap for free too, or was that part of the package?"

"Oh, hey, hadn't noticed that," he stammered, blushing hotly.

"Nadia!" Dee screamed and one of the blondes came running over.

"You took this to one of those quickie oil change places, didn't you?" Dee hissed in the girl's face.

"Yes, yes ma'am, but we only had like fifty buck and..." Nadia blanched.

"Never mind, you. Get your sister over here. Hook it up to the truck; we're leaving," Dee spat, turning her back on the still stammering Ernie.

"Hey, what about the tow?" Ernie yelled. "They still owe me for the tow!"

"Look, Ernie, don't push it," Dee said and showed him her cell phone. "All that bull shit you were trying to heap on them? I got it all on my answering machine. Try to collect on the tow, I'll sue the shit out of you, hear?"

"Fucking cunt," Ernie muttered. 

Dee smirked at him, put the truck in gear and pulled out of the service station.

----

"Don't forget, I want some molasses, goes with the grits," Anita said.

"Ain't never had it like that," Marvin challenged, checking the knots one more time.

"It's kind of Mexican," Anita said. "You know how much we like all them sweets."

She tried to smile but couldn't. 

He had seemed to sense what she was planning. He took the list, turned as if he was ready to leave the apartment, then changed direction and yanked the extension cord out of the outlet.

She was flabbergasted, unable to speak or move when he grabbed her, forced her into a chair, and bound her to the chair. The bright orange cord held her fast to the chair and Marvin nodded his head in satisfaction.

"Be back," he said and left the apartment.

She struggled frantically the moment she heard the door shut but he had done his job well. The binds actually seemed to be getting tighter the more she struggled.

----

"You. Drive," Dee demanded and slid over.

Nadia eagerly got behind the wheel of the truck and sent up a cloud of dirt and stones as she rapidly pulled back onto the interstate.

"First Waffle House you see, pull over," Dee commanded.

"Ew, Awful House?" Sonja complained, snuggling up to Dee.

"Shut up; I like that place," Dee said and kissed her friend's cheek.

"Me too," Nadia declared as she sped east.

"Shut up, you do not!" Sonja squealed. "You hate it eve worse that me!"

"Says it makes her have to poop a lot," Sonja confided to Dee.

"Shut up, I don't need to hear it," Dee said and lay back as much as the seat would allow her to.

"Here," Sonja said and hit the lever, reclining the seat further.

"Thanks, now, let me sleep until we get to Waffle House, please baby?" Dee asked.

"Okay," Sonja said, reveling in hearing the word 'baby.'

Nadia saw the sign looming up but continued on. Sonja looked over and pointed to the sign.

"Let her sleep a few more minutes," Nadia said. "There's another one further down."

----

Anita nearly had one hand free; the hour of struggling had caused her to sweat profusely and her flesh was slick with sweat.

Her flesh was also raw from the constant friction. Each movement that caused the electric cord to rasp against her skin brought on sharp pain. But she continued to struggle.




Dee & The Twins Pt. 03



The next door neighbor's music as pounding and throbbing; calling out for help would prove fruitless.

"Here, you know how you know how fucking hard it was to find that stupid ass molasses you just had to have?" Marvin complained bitterly as he entered the apartment.

Anita didn't answer him. He carried the four bags to the kitchen and put the groceries on the counter. He did not bother putting the groceries away.

"You um, ain't you going to untie me?" Anita asked as he flopped down on the couch and popped open a beer.

"Nah, like you like that, know what I'm saying?" he said.

"How'm I supposed to cook us lunch?" Anita asked, becoming more frightened.

"It lunch time yet?" he yelled at her. "Huh? It lunch time yet?"

"Well, no, but..." she stammered.

"When it's lunch time, I tell you, all right?" he said and drank his beer.

----

The waitress made up a lie about wanting to close out the register and asked the giggling trio of girls to pay their tab almost as soon as she'd brought out their meals. She didn't trust the looks of them; young, pretty, giggling. The vanity license plate on the front of the truck said 'Geaux Saints,' telling her that the girls were from Louisiana, not New Mexico, so if they skipped out without paying, she'd catch hell trying to get the money back.

"Yes ma'am," the little ring leader politely said and put a twenty and a ten on the bill. 

"Oh, hey, could you fill this up for me?" Dee asked, producing a large thermos. "Regular?"

"Uh, yes, yes ma'am," the waitress said, chastened by the young girl's polite manners.

"Fucking bitch, closing out the register, my ass," Dee muttered to herself as the waitress rang up the ticket and the thermos.

"Oh!" Nadia exclaimed, eyes open wide. "Sonja! You forgot to tell Dee what we got for her!"

"Nadia, not here!" Sonja whispered, looking around nervously.

The three other patrons had ogled the trio when they sauntered in, but had long ago lost interest in them.

"What?" Dee demanded. "What'd you get me?" 

"In the truck," Sonja whispered. "Okay?"

"Uh huh," Dee said and smiled tightly at the waitress when she brought her thermos and the change from the thirty dollars.

----

White bread. She'd asked for wheat, specifically wrote down 'whole wheat bread' but he bought the cheapest brand of white bread the grocery store carried.

And bought the no-name brand of bologna. 

But the beer was imported.

She started crying silently; how had she gotten to this point?

----

"Okay, look at this," Sonja said happily as she dug around in one of her bags, then pulled out a small plastic bag.

"Oh, holy shit!" Dee said. "That real?"

"The real deal," Sonja said and handed Dee the bag of marijuana. "Finnie said it was the best stuff he could get his hands on; got it from the Bahamas."

"And you got it for me?" Dee asked, digging around in her purse for some rolling papers.

"Well, yeah," Sonja said, kissing Dee on the cheek. "'Cause I love you."

"I love you too," Dee admitted.

She rolled a joint, lit it, and cracked the truck window slightly. She took a mammoth hit on the joint, eyes watering from the smoke, and handed the joint to Sonja, who shook her head no.

"No, makes me act stupid," she giggled.

"ACT?" Nadia sneered.

"Shut up!" Sonja yelled at her sister.

"Aw yeah, that's the good shit," Dee said after she let out the smoke.

Her cramps were already beginning to ease a little. After she finished the joint, putting the remnants into the bag, she stared blissfully at the miles of blacktop that stretched out in front of them.

A few hours later she stretched and woke up.

"Damn, I'm hungry," she announced.

"McDonald's up ahead," Sonja said and put the blinker on to turn into the parking lot.

Yeah, some of them chicken McNuggets," Dee said.

"You know what they make that stuff out of?" Nadia said and giggled as Sonja took her hand off the steering wheel long enough to slap her.

"And I don't want to," Dee giggled as well.

"That was some great shit," Dee admitted as she gathered her purse.

"Really need to thank Nadia; she's the one let Finnie fuck her," Sonja said as she pulled to a stop.

"He was kind of cute," Nadia said sadly.

"Could have gotten some coke too, she'd would have let him put it in her mouth," Sonja said, grabbing her own purse.

"What are we waiting for?" Dee laughed. "Turn around, let's go back!"

She then noticed that Nadia wasn't smiling; looked as if she was about to cry.

"What?" she asked, but Nadia shook her head no.

Chapter 5

"Man, I just want to take a hot shower and die for a couple of days," Dee groaned as she pulled up to the apartment.

"Woo hoo, we're home!" Sonja said, coming to.

"We got to be at the dorm on Wednesday; it's what, Monday now?" Nadia said.

"Monday or Tuesday, I forget," Dee said, pulling the keys out of the ignition and dropping them into her purse.

She helped the twins unhook the car and push it to her 'visitor' parking slot. Then the trio grabbed all the suitcases and marched up the stairs to her apartment.

"Hey, um, this is um, this is Joel, I um, we met the other night?" the male voice squeaked on the answering machine.

Sonja's face was a mask of cold bitterness as she listened to the four messages the unknown Joel had left on her lover's answering machine.

"Um, hey listen," Dee tried to explain, toweling her hair dry after her scalding hot shower.

"Don't even touch me, you whore," Sonja hissed at Dee

"Please, Sonja, listen," Dee tried to explain, but even as she begged, knew that there was really no explanation.

Explain what? That when the PMS hit, she did hard drugs to help ease the pain? And when she did hard drugs, she needed to get fucked?

And how would she feel if Sonja had gotten high, then dragged not one, not even two, but three males to her apartment and fucked all three of them?

"Hey, it ain't like we married," she said, her anger growing. "I don't know who you been fucking when you went back to California, huh?"

"I haven't been with ANYONE!" Sonja screamed, tears of rage beginning to form in her eyes. "All summer! All I been thinking about is you! And how much I love you, and how much I want to be with you, and you been running around with everyone?"

The next door neighbor pounded on the wall as the shrill screaming between Sonja and Dee reached fever pitch.

"Please, please, stop," Nadia sobbed out, coming between the combatants. "Please? This is the last thing I need! All I wanted to do was come home! Where people love each another and don't tell me how disappointed they are in me and how stupid I am!"

"Disappointed?" Dee asked Nadia's words and behavior starting to sink in.

"I'm pregnant!" Nadia choked out and began sobbing in earnest.

For the moment, Sonja forgot her bitter anger toward Dee and hugged her sister.

"I'm not disappointed in you," Sonja whispered. "I'm just as proud of you as ever, I swear."

"But you're my sister; you're supposed to," Nadia sobbed.

"How did this happen?" Dee asked softly, squeezing Nadia's hand.

"And people say blondes are dumb?" Nadia joked through her tears.

"I know how THAT happened; what I mean is, how did it happen? You didn't practice safe sex? I mean, you aren't on the pill or something, right?" Dee asked.

"No, I just didn't think about it," Nadia sniffed.

"And we'd both tried that Bahamas stuff; told you it makes me act stupid, but Nadia, makes her go crazy," Sonja joined in.

"You fuck him too?" Dee asked Sonja and again their tempers flared up.

"No, just let him feel me up, all right?" Sonja spat.

"Like this?" Dee asked, savagely grabbing Sonja's breast.

"Stop!" Sonja cried out.

"Huh?" Dee hissed, tightening her grip as much as she could, force Sonja into a half crouch. "Like this?"

"Dee, please!" Sonja whimpered.

"Like this, you slut?" Dee asked, shoving her tongue into Sonja's gasping mouth. "Huh, you cheap fucking whore, like this?"

"At least I didn't let him fuck me," Sonja hissed, sinking to her knees. "Please, Dee, stop, please? You're hurting me."

"Good," Dee declared, giving the breast one more savage twist, and then releasing it.

----

She shut her eyes and relieved her bladder. Marvin tapped his foot, the need to empty his own bladder quite urgent.

Anita almost smiled as she forced herself to slow down, to take as long as possible. Let the son of a bitch wait.

"Aw, hey!" she cried out as he began to urinate into the bathtub.

"Taking for fucking ever, huh?" he said over his shoulder.

"You going to clean that," she said, knowing he would not.

She was right; all he did was splash some water into the tub and declare it clean. She flushed, then grabbed the can of Ajax and sprinkled it into the tub.

"Don't, please," she begged with he ran a hand over her ample rump.

"Marvin, please, no," she begged as he knelt down behind her.

"Then suck it, huh, bitch, why don't you?" he demanded.

"Can I finish this first?" she snapped.

"Uh huh, hurry up," Marvin demanded.

She did hurry, preferring to use her mouth on him than let him use her pussy. She toyed with the idea of biting him, especially when he thrust himself into the back of her throat, forcing her to gag. She knew, however, if she did do that, she'd never make it out of the apartment alive.

"Aw, man, you are the best, know what I'm saying? He grunted, coming closer and closer to his release.

"Aw, yeah, that's why you my bitch," he laughed, satisfied with himself after pumping his semen into her mouth.

"Let me make them grits, okay?" she said and hoisted herself up.

"Yeah, yeah, want to see what that shit's all about," Marvin agreed.

----

"Hey, um, listen, I wasn't like a hundred percent honest with y'all the other night," Dee said into the phone.

Sonja sat on the bed, just out of Dee's reach, glaring at her.

"Um, uh, okay," Joel said into the phone.

"See, Joel, the thing of it is, I'm, well, I think I'm gay," Dee said.

"Um, you're what?" Joel squeaked.

"I'm gay, well, I'm mostly gay; every now and then I like...Sonja! Wait!" Dee said, and then cried out as Sonja got to her feet and stormed out of the bedroom.

"Um, okay," Joel stammered into the phone.

"Look, you're a really sweet guy and you need to find somebody that's not just going to use you whenever she's cramping up and stoned out of her mind and looking for some hot dick," Dee said in a rush, then hung up.

She ran into the living room.

"Make up your mind, Dee!" Sonja screamed as she grabbed her suitcase.

"I did!" Dee cried. "I told him, don't call me no more!"

"You did not!" Sonja screamed back. "You told him you like dick; you left the door wide open for him and anyone else wants to have you!"

"Sonja, please don't go!" Dee begged.

But Sonja steeled herself and marched to the door. After a long moment, Nadia looked at the sobbing Dee.

"I'm sorry," Nadia whispered and hugged Dee tightly. "I love you, but she's my sister; I got to go where she goes."

"No!" Dee sobbed all the harder.

----

Anita almost smiled as she carried the steaming pot to the table. She stirred the molasses into the grits as she walked.

Marvin sat, dressed in just his boxer shorts; his usual attire for the breakfast table.

"Smell that?" she asked, giving the grits one last stir.

"Yeah, let's see what this shit's all about," Marvin said, grabbing the bowl she'd set in front of him.

A searing, mind-numbing sensation ran down from the top of his head to his throat and he couldn't think, couldn't breathe, and couldn't form any words.

The searing pain traveled down his chest and into his lap.

Finally, he was able to catch his breath long enough to scream, a high pitched shriek as the molten grits and molasses dripped from his head to his crotch.

His scream was cut short, though, as Anita gripped the pot with both hands and smashed it into his face. Again and again she struck him with the heavy pot until he collapsed to the floor.

"Nine one one, what is your emergency please?" Cindy Villeaux's voice came on the line.

"No emergency," Anita giggled then began sobbing with relief. "I killed him; I finally killed the mother fucker. Y'all might want to come see, though."

Cindy kept the now moaning and sobbing woman on the phone while she dispatched a police cruiser from their station and an ambulance from nearby Lafayette, Louisiana 

"Oh, I got to go now; there's someone knocking at the door," Anita said and hung up before Cindy could respond.

"Um, ma'am?" Officer James Kowalski asked. "We got a call about a disturbance?"

Anita wiped her eyes with the back of her arm, swung the door wide open and pointed to the still form of Marvin Kingston.

----

"You know she loves you," Nadia said quietly as they sat in the Admissions office, waiting their turn.

"Shut up!" Sonja said loudly, causing several people to look at them. "I don't want to hear anymore about it, all right?"

"All right," Nadia whispered, wishing the people would stop staring at them.

---

"Aw man!" one of the paramedics whistled. "He is going to be in a world of hurt when he comes to!"

"Molasses?" the other paramedic asked Officer James Kowalski.

"What she said," James shrugged. "Why?"

"Shit adheres to the skin when it cools down; peels the skin right off when you go to wipe it off.

"Don't none of you mother fuckers tell my wife nothing about that shit, hear?" James said and the four men laughed.

"All right, y'all got everything y'all need?" Officer Bob Chastaine asked the two paramedics.

"Yep," the leader said and they wheeled Marvin out of the apartment.

"Why these mother fuckers always got to live on the third floor, huh?" the other paramedic grunted; Marvin was not a small man.

"He dead, right?" Anita asked as Bob Chastaine slid behind the wheel of the cruiser.

"No ma'am, he's just going to wish he was; what the paramedics said," he said, meeting her eyes in the rearview mirror. "But ma'am, you might want to keep quiet; anything you say, I got to report it, you know that, right?"

"Uh huh," Anita said and lapsed into silence as James opened the passenger door.

"Ma'am, I have your purse here, okay?" he asked, looking over at her. 

She nodded her head yes.

----

She tried. She tried to will the pain away, tried to force the pain down, but finally, she had to roll a joint and smoke it, along with a large, very potent gin and lime.

The crystal meth powder was in the drawer, it called out for her, but she resisted. She fixed another drink and again ignored the call of the powder.

----

"Ma'am, is there anyone you want me to call?" Cindy gently asked the woman. "Got any family? Friends?"

Anita looked at Cindy, focused on her, and then slowly shook her head no.

"No, not really, I mean, I um, I was real close friends with Dee and Nadia and Sonja, but Marvin didn't like them, well, he didn't like Dee and Nadia , he made her nervous and I guess I kind of you know, kind of didn't call them no more and..." Anita mumbled.

"Do you know their last names?" Cindy prompted. "Maybe I can call them and see?"

"Nadia Doyeski," Anita whispered, looking at the table top. "Nadia Doyeski; Sonja's her sister. And then there's Dee. Dee Jones; she lives here, Nadia and Sonja, they live in California, but Dee lives here."

"Dee?" Cindy smiled. Dee's a real pretty girl, about our age?"

"Yes ma'am," Anita agreed.

"I know here; I'll give her a call," Cindy smiled. 

She leaned and squeezed the plump girl's hand.

"Miss?" Cindy asked, causing Anita to look up.

"It's going to be all right," Cindy promised. "You'll be all right."

"Thank you," Anita mumbled.

----

"Sonja?" Dee sobbed into the phone.

"Um, no, no, Dee, this is Cindy," Cindy said.

"Oh, hey, hey Cindy, what's up?" Dee tried to compose herself.

"Um, hey, I got a friend of yours down here; she needs some help," Cindy said.

"Be right there," Dee said, not even asking who the friend was.

She brushed her teeth, shrugged into a bra and tee shirt and ran down the stairs.

----

"Don't matter what floor you're on; they're all the same, huh?" Nadia tried to lighten the mood as she and Sonja put their things away.

"It's a dormitory; what do you expect?" Sonja snapped.

"God, Sonja, are you TRYING to be a bitch?" Nadia finally snapped. "'Cause if you are, good job."

"How could she?" Sonja finally let herself feel the full weight of her pain and began to cry heartily.

Both girls sat on the edge of one of the beds, held each other tight and rocked and consoled one another.

----

"Hey, how you doing?" Dee asked Anita.

Anita looked up and gasped.

"You came!" Anita said and lumbered to her feet to hug her former friend.

"Of course I did; why wouldn't I?" Dee asked and hugged her friend.

"'Cause I was such a total bitch to you and Nadia when you guys tried to tell me and I wouldn't listen and then I just never called or come over and..." Anita said.

"All in the past now," Dee assured her.

She turned and looked at Cindy.

"So, what we need to do now?" she asked Cindy.

"Well, we're going to book her in a few minutes; we're waiting for Kelly to get here. We need a female officer to conduct the body search, then she'll be brought to the courthouse for arraignment; she's going to need a lawyer there and..." Cindy said.

"Okay, you," Dee said to Anita. "You keep your mouth shut. I'm calling Marie Robichaux; she's the best attorney in this Parish. Don't worry about bail; I got it."

"Thank you, Dee," Anita murmured and began to cry silent tears.

"Don't worry; Marie's the absolute best," Dee reassured Anita.

"See?" Cindy smiled to Anita. "I told you, it'll be all right."

----

Sonja ignored the ring; it was Dee's ring tone. A moment later her cell phone chirped, letting her know that Dee had left a message.

Nadia did not ignore her phone, answering it.

"Don't," Sonja begged, but it was too late.

"Hello?" Nadia answered.

She sat down on the bed.

"Really?" She asked, incredulous. "Anita?"

"What?" Sonja asked, but Nadia waved her hand to silence the girl.

"Well, yeah, sure," Nadia agreed then hung up.

"What?" Sonja demanded.

"Anita, she's in jail," Nadia said.

"Anita? You sure?" Sonja asked.

"Yeah, Dee says she tried to kill that guy, that what's his name," Nadia said, still unsure of whether or not to believe it or not.

----

Dee couldn't take it any longer and succumbed to the marijuana. She smoked two joints and chased that down with nearly a fifth of rum, having already drunk all of the vodka and gin in her apartment.

She hated rum; it gave her horrendous headaches. She told herself it was all the sugar in it, but she knew the truth; it was the alcohol.

But at least she wouldn't be horny. Marijuana did not make her horny like cocaine or crystal meth did. Rum certainly did not make her horny, it just made her drunk. 

She staggered into her bedroom, flopped on the bed, vomited and passed out.

----

"Oh my goodness!" Sonja gasped as she walked into the bedroom and smelled the foul stench of Dee's vomit.

"Come on, Baby," Sonja crooned as she led a nearly comatose Dee into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

"I love you so much; please don't ever leave me," Dee sobbed, overcome with self-pity and self-loathing.

"How you turn this washer on?" Nadia called out as she dumped the soiled sheets into the small washing machine.

"Pull the handle out, goober," Sonja called back as she began to strip Dee out of her soiled clothing.

"I missed you so bad; I just can't live without you," Dee continued her drunken rambling.

"Whew, brush your teeth you going to be kissing all over me," Sonja demanded.

"Good idea," Dee said and tripped over her shorts and panties which were bunched around her ankles.




Dee & The Twins Pt. 03



Wow, she's like really out of it, huh?" Nadia said, looking at the body on the floor.

"Guess so," Sonja said. "Come on, help me."

"Uh huh, what you want me to do?" Nadia asked.

"I guess just hold her up," Sonja said.

"Easier said than done," Nadia grunted as the unconscious Dee offered no assistance.

"What?" Dee shrieked when Sonja pulled her into the ice cold spray.

"Hi, Dee," Sonja giggled as Dee's eyes finally focused on her.

"Hi, what are you doing, why are we in a cold shower, when did you get here?" Dee rambled, holding herself tightly against the chill.

"Coffee's ready," Nadia cheerfully called out.

"Oh, thank God," Dee said and got out of the cold spray.

"Hey, give me one too!" Sonja demanded as Dee grabbed a large towel.

----

"Dee, you, um, you ever think of going to a doctor?" Sonja asked as they sipped the hot beverage.

"About what?" Dee asked, beginning to come to.

"About your periods. I mean, mine are a pain in the butt, but yours seem to be monumental," Sonja said.

"Yeah, and all the mother fucker does is pat me on the head and tell me it's just part of life," Dee spat.

"Well, it is a part of life, but yours are really out there," Nadia agreed, sipping her coffee.

"You ever been to a woman doctor?" Sonja went on. "I mean, how's a man know what's normal and what's not?"

"Tried; bitch's got a waiting list nearly six months," Dee complained.

"Then get on the waiting list," Sonja ordered. "You want me to come back? Get on the list."

"Now, tell me what happened with Anita," Nadia demanded.

Dee looked at a tight faced Sonja for a long moment, nodded her head, and then turned to face Nadia.

"All I know is she tried to kill that guy, Marvin what's his name and then called nine one one and turned herself in and then gave Cindy my mane and I went down there and I called Marie Robichaux; she's the best lawyer I know and..." Dee said.

Chapter 6

"Hey um, listen, I um, yeah, I remember you telling me you, um, you're like not really into guys, but..." Joel stammered on the phone.

Dee smiled; she had just snorted a line of meth and was horny. Sonja was at the library, researching for a paper that needed to be turned in on Monday. Nadia was having morning sickness morning noon and night.

"Come on over or you need me to come get you?" Dee husked into the phone.

"What? No, no, nothing like that," Joel squeaked. "No, I'm um, see, I'm working on my project for Dr. Rich's class; I'm majoring in Broadcast Production and you're the prettiest girl I know and everyone says if you want an 'A' in Dr. Rich's class you need to get the prettiest girls and..."

The door slammed and Dee tensed up.

"What you want me to do?" Dee asked guardedly.

"God, I can't believe that library!" Sonja complained.

"Just let me interview you; it'll take fie minutes, ten at most," Joel begged.

Dee thought quickly; Sonja couldn't object to that. 

And maybe Sonja would like Joel; he was a cutie pie. And if Sonja liked Joel, she couldn't object to Dee liking Joel.

"When?" Dee asked.

"I um, I could be there in what? Ten, no better give me twenty minutes; you still in that apartment?" Joel asked, happy.

"Yeah, same place," Dee agreed and hung up.

"Who was that?" Sonja asked easily as she dropped the books onto the waterbed.

"That um, that was that guy, Joel," Dee admitted. "He um, he needs some help on a project he's working on and he..."

"What kind of help?" Sonja asked, face tight with controlled rage.

"Just a fucking interview, all right?" Dee yelled.

"Uh huh," Sonja snapped.

She looked at the nightstand, then back at Dee.

"You didn't," she accused, the residue quite evident on the surface of the table.

"Fucking cramps, all right?" Dee screamed.

"Fine," Sonja spat and grabbed her books off the bed.

"Don't come in here unless you want to watch me puke," Nadia whined from the day bed.

"Might as well; God damned Dee's making me sick anyway," Sonja spat.

"I hate this," Nadia whined.

"Yeah, well, only five and a half months to go," Sonja sympathized.

----

"Okay, man, the light's good in here," Joel praised as he set the camera up on the tripod. "Good natural lighting; I can see your face, see the Couch, oh, um, hi, um, how's it going?"

Sonja, this is Joel; he's a student at U.L.D. working on..." Dee introduced her lover to Joel.

Sonja nodded curtly, and then looked at the equipment with some interest.

"Your camera?" she asked.

"No, I wish," Joel admitted. "No, it's the University's."

"And what are you doing?" Sonja asked.

"I um, I'm getting ready to interview your um, your, um Dee here," Joel stammered, obviously unsure what to call Dee, unsure of the relationship between the two women.

.

"You're going to interview her?" Sonja asked.

"Um, yes ma'am," Joel said, swallowing nervously.

"Can I watch?" Sonja asked. "I promise I won't make any noise; I will be as quiet as a church mouse. I'll just sit right here and..."

"Um, sure, um yeah, I don't see why not," Joel said.

Sonja took a seat at the table and watched as Joel took a seat next to Dee. He pushed a button on the small remote control he held then began a rambling monologue, clearly nervous.

"Do you want to be an interviewer?" Sonja interrupted.

"No, not really," Joel admitted, looking at Sonja. "I want to, what I'm really interested in is the production side of this, you know?"

"You have the questions written out?" Sonja asked.

"Um, yeah, they're right here," Joel said, showing Sonja a clipboard.

"Let me," Sonja demanded, holding out her hand for the clipboard.

She sat down next to him and read aloud a few of the questions, looking directly at him asking him the details of his assignment.

"Okay, that's easy enough," Sonja agreed. "Get behind the camera? Tell me when to go?"

"Okay," Joel said, not realizing how easily Sonja had put him at eases how she had manipulated the answers out of him.

"Sonja, what are you doing?" Nadia asked, making one of her rare appearances out of her room.

"Yeah, what are you doing?" Dee demanded.

"I'm being Katie Couric!" Sonja laughed. "Only prettier!"

"On three," Joel said, obviously much more at ease behind the camera than in front of it.

"Hi, I'm Sonja Doyeski," Sonja bubbled into the camera, and then turned to face Dee. "And you are..?"

"Dee Jones," Dee smiled at Sonja.

"But Dee isn't your full name, is it? Sonja asked.

"Um, no, no it's not," Dee admitted.

"Dee is short for..." Sonja pressed.

"Delicious," Dee admitted, blushing in embarrassment.

"Delicious Africa Jones," Sonja finished for her. "Dee, tell me, do you have any living relatives?"

"There's my mom and my dad," Dee stammered.

"No, no, not your foster parents," Sonja interrupted.

"Sonja, please don't do this to me," Dee whispered, begging.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," Sonja said.

"There's my mother, Precious Jones," Dee said, a tear beginning to trickle down her cheek.

"Hm mm, tell me, Delicious, what does your mother do for a living?" Sonja pressed.

----

True to the paramedic's prediction, Marvin was indeed in a world of hurt. 

But he had recovered enough to be released from the hospital. He protested his discharge, but to no avail. According to administration, there was no reason to keep him there.

He had no where to go; the landlord had seized the opportunity to remove all of Marvin and Anita's meager possessions and change the locks on the door.

"Mother fucker, better get the fuck on out of here," the new tenant said, getting right in Marvin's face. "No, I don't know where your shit is, fucking dump for all I know."

"Aw, that fucking bitch's dead I ever find her fat ass," Marvin cursed.

----

"Get that girl here, you got an 'A' in this class," Dr. Rich said as he watched Sonja interview both Joel, then Dee.

"She um, I um don't think..." Joel stammered.

Dr. Rich was notorious for seizing hold of the cutest girls in his class, screwing them, giving them passing grades, then dropping them as soon as the next cute girl came along. Sonja, as far as Joel knew, was Dee's lover, not interested in men at all.

"Don't get her in here, you'll be lucky to get a 'D' and don't even think about pursuing this as a career," Dr. Rich threatened.

"I'll see what I can do," Joel swallowed nervously.

----

"He ain't coming here, huh?" Anita asked fearfully when Cindy told him that Marvin was now well enough to be released from University Medical Center.

"He'd be kind of crazy to do that, huh?" Cindy looked at her.

"He is," Anita assured her.

----

"Hey, um, you um, you wouldn't want to um meet my, um, Dr. Rich really liked the tape we made and he um, he asked if I could get you to come meet him," Joel stammered.

"Okay," Sonja shrugged.

Dee was still upset over the whole interview; Sonja had asked her some very personal questions, very probing questions.

"Your drug use, would you categorize it as 'casual,' 'habitual,' or addictive?'" Sonja asked.

"Um, what?" Dee asked, shocked.

"Your drug use, you do use drugs, marijuana, right? Other substances, how would you describe your drug use?" Sonja pressed.

"Um, I would guess casual," Dee stammered.

"Three, four hundred dollars a week and you call that 'casual?'" Sonja asked. "Ms. Jones, isn't your drug use, in fact, habitual? But we'll come back to that; let's talk about your alcohol abuse...." 

If that hadn't been damning enough, Sonja moved on to even more personal questions. 

"How many, if you had to guess, how many sexual partners have you had since becoming sexually active?" Sonja had asked.

"Um, I guess about ten?" Dee stammered, knowing the actual number to be quadruple that number.

"And how many were men?" Sonja asked, leaning closer to Dee, lowering her voice.

"Um, what?" Dee asked.

"These sexual liaisons, not all were heterosexual; I am asking how many were in fact, heterosexual," Sonja pressed.

"I um, I guess about half," Dee admitted, blushing profusely.

And if asked, why she had not just stood up, put an end to the interview, Dee would not be able to give any answer.

----

His mother had told him, long ago, there was no room for him in her apartment, so Marvin did not bother going there.

"Delight, my man!" he said as he stood on the doorstep of his friend's motel room.

"Mother fucker, what the fuck happened to you?" Delight asked, shocked at Marvin's appearance.

"Believe this shit?" Marvin said and launched into his tale about taking Anita in, treating her like a queen, a goddess, loving her, respecting her, only for her to have her attack him.

"Must have been kicking it with some mother fucker behind my back, know what I'm saying?" Marvin concluded.

"Burned you like that?" delight asked as they passed a tightly rolled joint back and forth.

"Yeah, acting all sweet and shit, 'Oh, let me fix you breakfast,' feel me, dog? Then dumps the stuff all over me!" Marvin said. "You got any beer?" 

"Mo, dog, just killed the last tall boy right before you dragged your sorry ass up here," Delight lied.

"Aw, man, shit!" Marvin said. "Been locked up in that fucking place they call a hospital, couldn't get me NOTHING! Know what I'm saying? Whole time, I'm all like, Dog, I get out of here, I'm have me some fucking beer, know what I'm saying? "

"Uh huh," Delight said, not feeling sorry for Marvin's thirst.

"Uh huh, got another room, four doors down, ready for your ass," Delight said when Marvin asked if he could stay with him for a few days.

"Uh huh and how much that cost?" Marvin asked, getting angry. "Man, I done told you, I been in the fucking hospital! Think I got any scratch, huh?"

"Sorry to hear that," Delight said tightly. "Ain't my problem now is it?"

"And if it was you, I'd give you the shirt off my back 'cause you my boy," Marvin yelled.

"Hey, hey, ain't got to be getting all loud up in here," Delight said.

"Aw fuck you," Marvin said, punching Delight as hard as he could.

His recuperation had left him much weaker and Delight easily overpowered Marvin.

"Sleep with one eye open, that's all I'm going to say, bitch, better sleep with one eye open," Marvin cursed as he left the motel room.

----

Dr. Rich had to admit, Sonja had a quality, an intangible quality that he really couldn't name, but the camera seemed to seize it. Her style, even though it was rough, even crude, was quite effective. He had seen it on the tape that Joel produced. 

Sonja had a way of asking questions that disarmed people, made them answer questions they would not normally want to answer. You couldn't teach that.

"But I am already taking fifteen hours," Sonja smiled apologetically. "And I graduate at the end of this semester anyway."

"Just take this one class," Dr. Rich begged.

"I don't know," Sonja giggled, charming Dr. Rich even more.

----

Anita answered the questions Dr. Leblanc asked, fighting back the tears until the woman smiled at her.

"Let it go," she said quietly. "I bet you'll feel better if you do."

Dr. Leblanc rapped on the glass and Cindy opened the door for her.

"Thank you," Dr. Leblanc said and Cindy smiled.

That was why she liked the psychologist; even though Dr. Leblanc was a doctor, she didn't as high and mighty.

"So, when are you due?" Dr. Leblanc asked as she retrieved her purse from the locker the DeGarde Police Department made her put her personal effects in whenever she met with a prisoner.

"How did you... I haven't even told Adam yet!" Cindy gasped.

"Hope it's a girl," Mr. Leblanc giggled as she left the lobby.

"Classic case of 'Battered Wife Syndrome,'" Dr. Leblanc said to Marie Robichaux. "He'd even crossed the line from mental imprisonment to physical imprisonment; he'd tied her with an extension cord, left her in a chair tied up while he went out, then left her tied up while he sat in the same room."

"So she had good reason to fear for her life," Marie concluded.

"Yep," Dr. Leblanc agreed. "Started off with isolating her from friends and family, any support system that would have empowered her to leave him. The verbal abuse, the sexual abuse, he'd struck her on more than one occasion... It was only a matter of time."

"Thanks," Marie said and hung up the telephone.

----

"Take your medication?" Dee asked Nadia as the blonde got to her feet.

"Uh huh," Nadia smiled, carrying the bowl to the kitchen. "So, when'd you learn to cook?"

"Someone needed to; you were too sick and your sister, God knows what she would have done in the kitchen," Dee laughed.

"Well, thank you," Nadia said, kissing Dee on the side of her face. "I know cooking wasn't one of the things you wanted to do, but..."

"For you?" Dee said, gently pulling the girl onto her lap. "For you, anything.

"Uh huh," Nadia murmured, comfortable in the embrace.

"So, what you want for supper tonight?" Dee asked, rubbing Nadia's tummy.

"Ooh, keep doing that," Nadia giggled lightly.

"You know what it'll lead to," Dee warned lightly.

"That's fine; I like it when we make love," Nadia agreed and kissed Dee's lips.

"Yeah?" Dee teased, running her hand over the bulge of Nadia's tummy.

"Yeah," Nadia agreed.

"Gee, I would have never guessed," Dee said.

"I love you, Dee," Nadia admitted.

"Love you too," Dee said.

"Come on, let's go, before 'Barbara Walters' comes home," Nadia said, wiggling out of Dee's embrace.

"Ooh, get the oil; I'll rub your tummy, okay?" Dee said, getting her own bowl and carrying into to the kitchen.

"Ooh, goody!" Nadia whooped.

"And lay a towel down; I don't want that stuff on the sheets again," Dee demanded.

----

"I'm Sonja Doyeski, reporting from DeGarde, Louisiana. Behind me, behind those brown bricks, sits Anita Louise Sanchez," Sonja said into the camera. "Sitting, waiting for her chance to give her side of the story. Police Chief Charles Villeaux has issued no comment and Anita's lawyer, Marie Robichaux has declined our invitation for an interview, saying only that she and her client look forward to the trial, where she anticipates the charges against her client will be dropped."

"Edit point," Joel murmured, stopping the playback.

The scene changed and Sonja, dressed in a different blouse, smiled for the camera. The scene was of an interior location.

"Hello. In the case of the People versus Anita Louise Sanchez, the prosecution's primary witness is Mr. Marvin Kingston, the alleged victim of Ms. Sanchez's rampage.

Joel zoomed out, revealing Marvin Kingston seated next to Sonja. 

Marvin's skin was still mottled and speckled where skin was growing back. He still had gauze adhered to the more sever burns.

"Thank you for coming here today, Mr. Kingston; May I call you 'Marvin?'" Sonja asked, smiling her most charming smile.

"Uh yeah, yeah, that'd be cool," Marvin preened for Sonja's benefit.

Joel worked tirelessly; several segments had to be edited out. Marvin had spat out profanity after profanity, even as both Sonja and Joel had cautioned him, and interrupted him to remind him of that.

"Well, what the fuck I'm supposed to say, huh?" Marvin yelled. "Stupid fucking cow burns my ass up, I ain't supposed say shit?"

His profanities grew in intensity when it finally dawned on Marvin that the cute blonde was not sympathetic to him but was in fact sympathetic to Anita.

"Aw all you fucking cunts all alike, know what I'm saying?" he spat as he got to his feet and stormed out of the studio.

"And that's a wrap," Joel muttered as he faded out on Sonja's signing off.

"She is unbelievable," Dr. Rich said as Joel leaned back and let out his breath.

""Yeah, she's good," Joel agreed.

"Okay, get that down to K.L.A.F.," Dr. Rich ordered and Joel tiredly got to his feet.

Chapter 7

Dee slowly rubbed the oil into Nadia's breasts, paying close attention to the nipples. Nadia's neck, shoulders and arms were already slick with the oil and she sighed in contentment as Dee lapped the sensitive buds.

She kissed Nadia's slack mouth, thrusting her tongue in Nadia's mouth until Nadia finally groaned with passion and returned Dee's kiss.

Dee sucked Nadia's tongue hard, and then resumed rubbing the oil into Nadia's skin.

She dribbled some more oil, even though her hands were liberally coated, onto Nadia's pale belly and Nadia giggled as the oil splattered.

Dee shifted position, coming to rest between Nadia's slightly splayed legs. She loving caressed the oil into Nadia's belly, coating the entire area. Playfully, she tugged at Nadia's blonde curls, eliciting a moan from Nadia.

"Aw, you want me to play with your pussy?" Dee teased.

"Yes," Nadia begged.

"Maybe later," Dee said and dribbled the oil onto Nadia's pale thighs.

"Bitch," Nadia laughed as Dee spread the oil on Nadia's upper thighs and lower abdomen, getting the oil every where except on Nadia's pubic mound.

"Bitch?" Dee asked. "That's not very nice; I am doing you a favor, you know."

"You know what I mean," Nadia laughed, running her fingers through Dee's thick brown hair.

Dee scooted down toward the foot of the bed and massaged the oil into Nadia's feet and calves, knees, and thighs then leaned forward and licked along Nadia's drooling pussy.

"Aw damn it!" Nadia howled in orgasm.

Dee laughed merrily, even as she lapped at the juices that Nadia gushed. She jammed two fingers into Nadia's tightly clenched pussy and found Nadia's G-spot.

"Too much, too much," Nadia whined as Dee forced another orgasm from Nadia.

"Want me to stop?" Dee asked.

"Please, I think you better," Nadia gasped.

"You know what you have to do," Dee cajoled.

"Fine, fine," Nadia wheezed, body tense as Dee's fingers threatened to jab her G-spot again.

They lie in each others arms, belly to swelling belly, kissing and stroking each other.




Dee & The Twins Pt. 03



"This isn't doing me," Dee lightly complained.

"Getting to that," Nadia assured her.

They kissed for a few more minutes.

"You still haven't..." Dee complained.

"Shut up," Nadia said. "I'm getting to that."

"Um, before we have the baby?" Dee said.

"Not if you keep..." Nadia said and gasped as Dee inserted three fingers into her pussy.

"Going to eat me now?" Dee threatened.

"Okay," Nadia agreed and wiggled her body down to Dee's waist.

Nadia used her thumbs to spread Dee's pussy lips apart and blew her hot breath over Dee's pierced clitoris.

It was a game the lovers played. Dee would threaten, cajole, wheedle, and bribe Nadia into doing exactly what Nadia wanted to do anyway; Nadia would act as if she was reluctant to do it. Both knew that Nadia enjoyed performing oral sex on Dee, with or without the oiled massage before hand.

Dee looked down at the blonde as the blonde's blue eyes closed in bliss. It seemed as if the roles had shifted. 

Sonja used to be the docile, slightly submissive one, Nadia the outgoing, demanding one. Now, though. With the pregnancy, the dynamics had changed.

Recently, the dynamics had changed drastically. Dee didn't even know who Sonja Doyeski was any more, and certainly didn't care much for her. The love she used to feel for Sonja was now devoted to Nadia.

When Nadia's morning sickness grew to be too much for her, she missed several classes, to the point that the University politely suggested she take an 'I' or 'Incomplete' for the semester and take those courses again, after the baby was born. But if she wasn't a student, she couldn't stay in their dormitory. Dee did not even hesitate; she pulled up in her pick up truck and took the quite ill girl to her apartment. Nadia's twin came along as well.

"So, have you thought about what you're going to do, you know, with the baby?" Dee asked, stroking Nadia's belly.

"What you mean?" Nadia asked, almost asleep.

"I mean, you going to keep it, going to give it up for adoption, what?" Dee asked.

"Give it, what?" Nadia asked, wiggling around to look into Dee's eyes.

"Nadia, a baby costs a lot of money to raise," Dee said.

"You don't want the baby?" Nadia asked, a sob catching in her throat.

"Of course I want the baby," Dee hastened to assure her lover.

"But then how can you even suggest giving it up?" Nadia wailed out loud.

"Easy, dummy," Sonja snapped from the doorway of the bedroom. "You don't have a job, no money, and no education; how are you going to support yourself, much less a baby?"

"I don't know," Nadia whined.

"Might want to think about it," Sonja snapped. "There anything to eat? I got to be in Lafayette in an hour."

"Fix a Lean Cuisine," Dee snapped.

"Fine, fine," Sonja said and disappeared from the doorway.

"Your sister is a bitch, you hear?" Dee said to Nadia.

"You don't want the baby?" Nadia whimpered.

"Yes, Nadia, I do, but I really thing we need to think about what would be best for the baby," Dee tried to reason with Nadia.

"There's only that vegetarian lasagna; I hate that one," Sonja loudly huffed fin the kitchen. "Never mind; I'll get a burger or something from McDonald's."

Dee pursed her lips as Sonja slammed the front door, signaling to Dee that she was displeased with her.

"Then buy your own, cunt," she called out.

----

Marvin's mother loaned him the money for the deposit for a one room efficiency apartment. Even though the girl that was showing him the apartment had a wedding ring and a swollen belly, he still flirted with her. 

Alicia Dumas ignored the crass flirting of the tenant as she explained the lease agreement to him.

"And if I'm like maybe one or two days, you know, um behind on that, um, there any way we can um, you know, make other arrangements?" Marvin asked, grinning mawkishly at the attractive brunette.

She put the pen down and stared at him for a long moment. Then she picked up the pen and went on to the next item on the rental agreement.

"Mr. Kingston, this is a legally binding document; you sign this and it says that you understand and agree to all the terms and conditions of this lease," Alicia stated firmly, when she had finished reading the document.

"Uh huh," Marvin posed and flexed.

"And it's my husband that comes by on the third of the month to collect the rent, not me," Alicia went on.

"That's cool, that's cool, rather it be you, but we can live with that," Marvin said.

"And he is very serious about the rent and respecting the property," Alicia said. "You want to think about this before you sign this?"

"Nah, nah, like this place, like the owner, know what I'm saying?" Marvin smirked knowingly at her.

"Uh huh," Alicia said, looking around the apartment that she and her boyfriend used to live in.

Cris kept the place nice and clean; he'd bought a steam cleaner to clean the carpets, and painted the walls a soft shade of white. The furniture was also steam cleaned, or if it couldn't be cleaned, replaced. True, the couches and chairs came from the Goodwill in Lafayette, but again, it was cleaned before Cris put it into his apartments. 

"That bed, it nice and soft, huh?" Marvin asked his meaning obvious.

"I wouldn't know; I don't sleep anywhere but in my husband's bed," Alicia said, getting to her feet.

"All right now, where I sign?" Marvin asked, picking up the pen.

"Again, Mr. Kingston, if you want to take some time to think about it," Alicia warned.

"It's all good, it's all good," Marvin said and produced the crumpled check his mother had given to him.

Alicia looked at the check and shook her head no.

"I am sorry; Mr. Kingston, but I cannot accept a third party check. Especially one drawn on a..." she looked again at the check. "New Orleans account. Any possibility you could get this cashed?"

"Aw, come on!" Marvin spat out. "Know how fucking hard it was me just to get my old lady let me hold this?"

"Well, thanks for stopping by; let me know when you would like to rent this place," Alicia said and stood, indicating that the interview was over.

----

"Trial's set for, wow, Dee, you really ARE turning into a great chef!" Sonja prattled as they sat at the dining room table, eating the warm cake.

"And you're covering the trial?" Nadia asked, after taking a sip of milk.

"Yep, Professor Rich's got all the stations in Louisiana wanting copies of it too," Sonja smiled.

She drummed her feet excitedly against the floor, unmindful of the downstairs tenant.

"Think about it!" she said excitedly. "All of them! Every station in Louisiana; I'll be famous!"

"Gee, does that mean you'll get a big head?" Dee asked dryly.

"Now why would I get a big head?" Sonja laughed. "Just because I'm a big star? I'll never forget the little people that helped me."

"On behalf of all the little people?" Dee said, looking at Sonja. "Eat me."

"I'm just kidding," Sonja hastened to assure her friend.

"Uh huh," Dee said, not convinced.

----

Anita smiled when Marie Robichaux showed up, along with a handsome man, very sharply dressed. The man appeared to be in his mid to late thirties; his shoulders were broad, his belly flat. His face was adorned with a blond goatee and mustache and his blonde hair looked as if it was ready to be combed through with her fingers.

"Anita, this is Adam Rich, from the District Attorney's office," Marie said in introduction.

"Ms. Sanchez, let me get right to the point," Adam said. "We've looked at Dr. Leblanc's report and our own psychologist agrees with Dr. Leblanc's findings..."

"A were her findings?" Anita asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you'd already been briefed of that," Adam said, clearing his throat. "Well, I'll just skip all the Latin phrases and medical crapola and tell you in plain good old English."

Anita listened as he ticked off the points that Dry. Leblanc had written out. He had a beautiful, melodious voice and eyes that were hazel in color. She had to shake her head; she wasn't hearing the words at all, just hearing his voice.

"So, in a nutshell, the doctors really don't think you'll benefit at all from serving any jail time," Adam concluded and smiled.

Anita smiled back, mentally cursing all of her extra pounds. True, she'd lost a little bit of weight; the fare in the jail was meager, and she had nothing but hours on end to exercise and read.

"So, at the trial, we'll present our opening statements, Ms, Robichaux will present yours, then the State will recommend 'Time Served' and probation," Adam said.

"Now, Anita, it does mean that you'll be found guilty," Marie cautioned. "It does mean that you'll have a record, but it will mean you'll be released."

"What about Marvin?" Anita asked, suddenly very afraid.

"Um, what about..." Adam asked.

"He ain't going to... He sees me out there, he's going to kill me," Anita whimpered.

Adam and Marie put their heads together and murmured to each other. Finally, Adam nodded his head yes and smiled reassuringly at Anita.

"We will file a restraining order against Mr. Kingston and..." Adam said.

"What? A restraining... Marvin ain't going to give a fuck about no God damned piece of paper!" Anita screamed in indignation.

She got up.

"Nuh uh, you best just leave me in here; least I'm safe in here," Anita said and signaled to Cindy that she was ready to leave the visitation room.

"Anita, please," Marie begged.

"No offense, Ms. Robichaux; you a real good lawyer, but that Marvin? He a crazy mother fucker," Anita said and exited the room.

"Back to the drawing board," Adam shrugged, smiling sympathetically at Marie.

----

"One more day, hear?" Yolanda said to her son. "One more day, then you best be up on out of here."

"Yeah, I hear you," Marvin said to his mother.

"You eat all them cookies?" she asked, eyes narrowed.

"Damn, Ma, I was hungry, all right?" he whined.

"You was hungry?" she shrilled and began to slap his face and head with an open hand. "You was hungry? Huh? What about me? You ever stop and think I might be hungry, huh? You ever stop to think about I might want them cookies?"

"Ma stop it!" Marvin yelled.

"Raise your voice to me?" she screamed and took off her slipper.

"No, Ma, no!" Marvin said and grabbed the slipper out of her hand.

"Oh, you a man now, huh?" she screamed and punched him in the face.

----

Nadia lay on the right side of the bed, closest to the bathroom. Dee slept in the middle. Sonja lay on the left side of the bed.

In her drunken, drugged sleep, Dee felt Nadia nudge her gently.

She had drunk nearly an entire fifth of gin, and smoked a nice fat joint; Steve had told her it was Jamaican. It wasn't Jamaican, but it still had done the trick. She didn't feel anything.

"Baby, please, wake up?" Nadia begged.

"She's too drunk," Sonja said sleepily. "What you need?"

"I got to pee, but I can't get out of the bed," Nadia hissed urgently.

Be right there," Sonja said wearily.

She hoisted her sister up and giggled sympathetically as Nadia waddled urgently.

"Shut up, it's not funny," Nadia giggled as well.

Sonja waited for Nadia to empty her bladder, helped her sister to her feet, and then plopped down on the bowl herself.

"Thought the doctor gave Dee some medication for her time of the month," Sonja said.

"She did," Nadia agreed.

"And it don't help?" Sonja asked.

"Yeah it does; I think Dee just likes being drunk," Nadia admitted.

Sonja looked at her sister in the harsh light of the bathroom. At nearly nine months, Nadia's belly was obscenely swollen. Her breasts were no longer the 34 B handfuls, but were swollen with milk; had swollen to a size 36 C cup. Her hips were also spreading wide to accommodate the birth. Even her legs had thickened. Sonja squinted.

"Hey, when'd you, where's your rings?" Sonja asked, noticing her sister's lack of piercings.

"Sonja, been like a month now," Nadia said. "Belly button ring went first, for obvious reasons. Then when I went to that gynecologist, she made me feel kind of funny having them in my pussy, and then her nurse said if I was planning on breast feeding..."

"So you are going to keep the baby," Sonja said and dabbed herself dry.

God damn it, why does everyone want me to give it up?" Nadia asked, a sob catching in her throat.

"You know Papa will never forgive you if you keep it," Sonja said quietly.

"That will be his loss, now won't it?" Nadia spat angrily.

"I'm just telling you," Sonja said and hugged her twin.

She had seen Papa at Sonja's graduation, but he had refused to talk to her.

Christmas came and Sonja had gotten a card with five hundred dollars; but Nadia got nothing.

"It'll be his loss," Nadia said again.

Chapter 8

"Good evening Mr. Kingston, good to see you again," Officer James Kowalski said as he climbed into the cruiser.

"I know you?" Marvin asked defensively.

"Yeah, well you were unconscious last time we met," James smiled.

"Billy said she ain't going to make it," Officer Bob Chastaine said to James as he slid behind the wheel of the cruiser.

"Congratulations, Mr. Kingston," James said. "You've been upgraded from a domestic disturbance to murder."

"I want a lawyer," Marvin said quickly.

"Wise choice, Mr. Kingston," Bob said. "Keep your mouth shut until you see one, you hear?"

"Read him his rights when I put him in the back," James Kowalski told his partner.

"Heard you," Bob agreed.

Marvin looked out the window as the two EMTs walked out of the apartment, lugging the gurney. There was no sight of his mother, just a white sheet covering the bulk strapped to the gurney.

"Yep, good job, Mr. Kingston," James Kowalski said as Bob Chastaine started the cruiser.

----

When she heard that Marvin Kingston had been arrested, and would be brought into the same building she was in, Anita began screaming in terror. Cindy attempted to calm her down, but finally, Charles Villeaux called in Dr. Leblanc.

The good doctor administered a strong sedative and the pudgy girl collapsed into a fitful slumber.

"I'll tell Adam we might be able to talk plea bargain now," Marie said when Cindy Villeaux contacted her on Anita's behalf.

----

"What?" Sonja groaned into the cell phone.

"Marvin Kingston's been brought into DeGarde's P.D.; find out why," Dr. Rich barked into the phone.

"It's," she looked at the display of her cell phone. "Dr. Rich, it's three fourteen in the morning!"

"So?" he barked. "Good reporters never sleep; get your ass over there, find out what you can; Joel is already there, waiting for you."

"Welcome to the big time," Nadia said sarcastically.

"Shut up," Sonja snapped.

"Both of y'all, shut up," Dee groaned.

"Oh, look who's coming out of it," Sonja said nastily.

----

Joel worked tirelessly on editing together the entire catalog relating to the People vs. Anita Louise Sanchez. Next to him, Sonja fretted and mumbled angrily under her breath.

They'd raced to the police station, only to be told 'No Comment,' as Charles Villeaux refused to comment on an on-going investigation. A 'careless' desk sergeant let it slip that Marvin Kingston was being held on charges relating to the beating death of his mother.

The District Attorney's office were less forthcoming than Charles Villeaux.

So, all they had for waking up so early was a shot of the exterior of the jail, sketchy information that there'd been an altercation between Marvin and his mother that resulted in her death, and an exterior of the apartment building. The next door neighbor was more talkative but spent most of the time trying to impress the attractive young reporter than giving any actual information. 

"This little piggy went to market," Joel teased when Sonja's shoe fell off her foot and hit the floor.

"Stop it," she giggled as he playfully yanked on her big toe.

She bent over, picked up her shoe and put it back on her foot. Moments later, she was dangling it again, swinging her foot lazily back and forth.

"Almost done here," Joel assured her as he edited in their minimal footage from that morning's work.

"Let me ask you something," Sonja suddenly asked.

"Okay," Joel said as he transferred all the data onto a disc.

"When you fucked Dee," Sonja began, causing Joel to start coughing on the coffee he was sipping.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, damn it Sonja, where the hell did that come from?" Joel coughed.

"I'm just wondering, when you fucked her, was she any good?" Sonja asked, causing Joel to blush hotly.

"Uh yeah, yeah, she was, um she was actually, she was great," Joel admitted.

"Really?" Sonja asked. "As high as she was, she was great?"

"Yeah, well, um, we um, we really couldn't tell she was high, you know?" Joel stammered, continuing to blush hotly.

"Wow, guys are so easy to fool," Sonja shrugged at noticing that Joel was pulling the second disc out, stood up. "So we're done here?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're done," Joel said, not able to make eye contact with her.

"So, you got to run that down to Lafayette now?" Sonja asked as she grabbed her purse.

"Yeah, unless you want to do it," Joel asked hopefully.

"Then drive all the way back here?" Sonja said and shook her head no.

"No, no, but it's all right if I do it, right?" Joel asked as she exited the small editing room.

----

Dee sat nude at her computer, lazily flicking her clitoris ring as she 'looked' for work. 

She had quite a nest egg, thanks to an out of court settlement she'd reached with a hotel a few years earlier, and a few rental properties in and around DeGarde.

Sighing, she leaned forward, pressing the base of the dildo snugly against her clitoris and shuddered in satisfaction.

She straightened up again after the mild orgasm had ceased, reached for the glass and took a generous sip.

"Dee!" Nadia admonished, standing in the doorway. "Delicious Africa Jones! It's eight thirty in the morning! And you're drinking already?"

"Jesus!" Dee spat. "Scare me to death over here!"

"Someone needs to," Nadia said angrily. "You're drinking too much, too early, and too often. And don't blame your period; that was over four days ago."

In a show of defiance, Dee took the glass, took a deep sip and smacked her lips.

"Aahh!" Dee said.

"Fine, fine, I don't care," Nadia said and waddled to the bathroom. "Do whatever you want; it's your life; what's left of it."

"Eat me, bitch," Dee muttered and drained the glass.

A moment later, Nadia reappeared in the doorway.

"What?" Dee hissed.

"I um, I can't go," Nadia complained.

One or two?" Dee asked, getting to her feet.

"Two," Nadia whispered, ashamed.

"Need an enema?" Dee asked, cupping Nadia's face in her hand.

"Please," Nadia agreed.

----

Sonja was present when Sandy Leblanc and Marvin Kingston stood in front of Judge Monroe. Adam Rich represented the District Attorney's office and Judge Monroe agreed with Adam; Marvin would be held without bail until the trial.

"Uh huh, I see how it is," Marvin sneered at all concerned. "And if I was white, y'all be falling all over y'all selves let me out, but 'cause I ain't nothing but a n*gger, y'all ain't even going to try, huh?"

Ouside of the courthouse, Sonja did manage to get a few comments from Adam Rich, but Sandy Leblanc quickly sidestepped the girl.

"And that's a wrap," Joel said as he shut off the camera.

"So, really, you couldn't tell she was high, huh?" Sonja asked as they walked toward her car, the car she and her twin owned.

"No, no, we um, we really couldn't," Joel admitted.

"How many of you guys were there?" Sonja asked, unlocking the passenger door for him.

"Um, me and Latavius and Pat," Joel admitted.

"Guys are so gross," Sonja shook her head in disbelief. "And all three of you guys had sex with her? At the same time?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, but um, could we um, you want to find something else to talk about?" Joel asked, readjusting his erection.