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Uneducated 01

By: JimBob44



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

Chapter 1

George 'Papillion' Papil looked out his kitchen window in shock as three police cruisers crowded onto the lawn of the rental house next door.

He slipped on his bathrobe and stepped out onto his small porch just in time to see Bubba Watson, a big burly man of thirty seven, struggling mightily against the two Bender Louisiana police officers that were attempting to put him into the rear of one of the cruisers. George looked back as he heard Harmony Kohl, the oldest daughter of Jack and Donna Kohl screaming obscenities at officers. That is what had caused George to look out the window; the shrill screaming.

"Mother fuckers! Get your fucking hands off me!" the twenty one year old screamed again and tried to kick Sergeant Elise Richards.

George could not help but feel his cock stir as the girl, still in only short tee shirt and skimpy panties, was handcuffed and dragged out to a second cruiser. The blonde girl's quite large breasts strained against the thin material of the tee shirt and George was sure he could see her nipples through the thin material.

Donna was sobbing as she was led to the third cruiser. George looked at the house again and wondered where the other two girls, Unity and Serenity, or Jack were.

George turned and watched as The Medical Examiner's van pulled up. The Medical Examiner of St. Elizabeth Parish, a very large man in his early fifties, got out of the van and waddled up to the door just as Officer Becky Yuma gently but firmly led Unity, Harmony's fraternal twin sister out to the cruiser that held the wailing Donna.

"First bedroom on the left," George heard Sergeant Richards tell the morbidly obese M.E.

George knew that the first bedroom on the left was Jack and Donna Kohl's bedroom; he'd helped Jack put together the cheap waterbed Jack had proudly bought from Johnson's Furniture and Appliances. He and Jack had grunted, sweated, and cursed as they tried to make heads or tails out of the poorly written directions, all with the thirty six year old Donna making inane suggestions and pointless comments from the doorway, ever-present can of beer clutched in her hand.

"First bedroom on right; not sure but looks like some blood and semen on the bed," he heard as the nearly four hundred pound M.E. groaned and lumbered his immense bulk into the darkened recesses of the house.

The first bedroom on the right, he was sure, was Serenity's bedroom. Harmony and Unity, although not identical twins did share their own bedroom which George knew, was the largest bedroom in the rental house.

"I didn't do nothing!" Donna screamed as Unity was put into the rear of the cruiser.

Bubba was still struggling, screaming obscenities and kicking at the door of the cruiser he was in. George wanted to walk over and taunt the buffoon; he had not liked Bubba the moment the man had moved into the rental house down the street. Donna, however, did seem to like the man and the man was a frequent visitor to the Kohl house. Even when Jack was at work.

George again looked at the house and wondered where Jack and Serenity were as one by one, the police cruisers pulled away from the house.

An hour later, he was rinsing his breakfast dishes off as he watched the M.E. and an assistant putting items into the rear of the van. Then the van rolled away and again the modest neighborhood was quiet.

George was returning from his weekly grocery shopping trip and had to wait for the Performance 12 News van to move away from his driveway so that he could pull in.

"Excuse me, sir," Chelsea Guidry, a very attractive reporter with large blue eyes, long brown hair and shy smile asked.

"Yes?" George smiled; Chelsea was one of his favorite reporters on Channel 12; he liked her even more than he liked Vee Aucoin, the Performance 12 Meteorologist. Although, he did like the very short skirts and low cut tops that the weather girl wore.

"Did you know the Kohls; your next-door neighbors?" Chelsea asked, microphone in her hand.

"Sure; they moved in about four or five years, no, it was about four years...yeah, had to be four years," George agreed. "Serenity, that was the youngest, the brown haired one, she had her fourteenth birthday about two weeks after they moved in. Sweetest little girl I swear. Came over and invited me to her birthday party. Went to every one of them since then and she just had her eighteenth last week."

Chelsea launched into a series of questions and from her questions, George deduced that something had happened to Jack Kohl and Serenity was missing

"What can you tell me about Joseph Watson?" Chelsea asked, pointing toward the house that Bubba had been renting.

"Bubba?" George asked, enjoying the way Chelsea's large blue eyes stared into his, as if they had a connection between them. "Biggest horse's ass I've ever met."

"What do you mean?" Chelsea asked, leaning close to him.

"Moves in about six seven months ago, he and Donna used to be neighbors or something years ago, immediately starts telling us how he was some kind of football player, like any of us care," George smirked. "He's over at Jack's barbecue; see, Jack thinks he knows how to barbecue and he's telling us all about how he was almost drafted by the Dallas Cowboys and Jack just says 'wow Bubba, that's great Bubba and if a frog had wings it wouldn't bump its ass when it hops Bubba' and you could tell that really pissed Bubba off."

Chelsea laughed a musical little titter and George fell even more under her hypnotic spell.

She asked a few more questions about the Kohl family, about the girls.

"Yeah, Harmony and Unity, the twins; they're twins even though they don't look alike, other than they both have blonde hair and blue eyes but then again both Donna and Jack have blonde hair and blue eyes, makes me wonder where Serenity gets her brown hair and brown eyes?" George told her. "But they both dropped out of school the minute they hit sixteen; man! You could tell that really pissed Jack off; see, he's busting his ass at Siegel Recycling, barely scraping by and them girls just laying around. Course, Donna's all like 'whatever my babies want.' Serenity? She just graduated couple of months ago; said she's going to U.L.D. in August; Jack's real proud of her."

George told Chelsea about being in the US Army, learning the skills of a plumber, pointing to his work van that had 'Papillion Plumbing' emblazoned on the side along with a large purple butterfly.

"And that's a wrap," Chelsea finally said to her crew, and then rested a hand on George's arm, thanking him for his help.

Chapter 2

The business telephone was ringing when George let himself into the small house. He ignored it, letting it go to the machine.

His ears perked up when he heard a metallic voice asking if he would accept the charges for a collect call. Most of his customers would not place a collect call.

Before the machine hung up, George pressed the number '5' as the machine instructed him to do.

"Hello?" he heard Donna's frantic voice.

"Hey Donna, what's up?" he asked.

"George? Oh, thank God!" Donna said.

George had never liked the shrill woman; tolerating her only for the sake of Jack and their daughter Serenity.

"Listen, George," Donna was rambling. "They got us in here; they think me and Bubba killed Jack and..."

"What?" George exclaimed.

"I swear, we ain't had nothing do with no murder," Donna said into the phone.

"Absolutely not!" George declared when Donna finally got around to asking if he'd put up the bail for her at her arraignment.

He did, however, agree to Pick up Harmony and Unity and bring them back to their house.

"They're both twenty one fucking years old," George muttered to himself as he got back into his car to drive to the Bender, Louisiana Police Department. They can't just call themselves a cab?"

Harmony was now clad in a bulky orange 'Bender P.D.' jumpsuit; Unity was still in her shorts and tee shirt. Unity looked terrified while Harmony looked extremely pissed, scowling at everything and everyone.

"Might just want to hang on to that, Sergeant Elise Richards said as Harmony began to unzip the jumpsuit. "Got a feeling you'll be back."

"Fuck you," Harmony snarled at the police officer.

She yelped in surprise when George gave her a very sharp slap to her rear end.

"That is no way to talk to a police officer," he barked at the girl. "Now you tell her you're sorry."

"Kiss my fucking..." Harmony shrilled at him.

"Bye," he said, turning to leave. "Y'all have fun sleeping here tonight."

"Please, Mr. Papillion," Unity begged, grabbing for him. "Mony, tell her you're sorry!"

"I'm sorry," Harmony said in a voice that let everyone know she was not sorry.

"And me," George said, smirking at the sullen girl.

"Sorry for what?" she asked.

"Telling me to kiss your ass?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," she said.

What you think?" he asked the amused police sergeant.

"Doesn't sound like she's very sorry," Elise agreed.

"She's sorry! She's sorry!" Unity screamed.

"God, you're such a big baby," Harmony taunted her sister.

"Please Mr. Papillion, don't leave us here," Unity begged, fresh tears beginning to form on her already quite splotchy face.

Once at his automobile, Harmony insisted on sitting in the front seat and Unity meekly got into the rear of the car.

George was already regretting giving the two girls a ride home before he even pulled back into his driveway; Unity was quiet, but Harmony heaped complaint after complaint on him, on Unity, on the world in general.

"Know what?" George finally snapped. "Wouldn't put up with that shit from someone who's cute; sure as fuck ain't putting up with it from a butt ugly little cunt like you."

"What?" Harmony gasped, stunned.

"What? You never noticed?" George asked. "Seriously? You didn't know you're fucking ugly?"

"I am not!" Harmony shrilled.

"Fuck, girl, really, if you didn't have the blonde hair and big tits wouldn't nobody ever want to fuck you," George said, getting out of the car.

"We can't go there they got that tape up, huh?" Unity asked, looking at the yellow tape that stretched across the front door of the rental house.

"Aw, shit, yeah, I guess not, huh, huh?" George agreed.

"I'm..." Harmony got out, still stunned that George would dare call her ugly.

"Fuck, get over it, huh?" George said. "You really can't tell me I'm like first ever said anything, huh?"

"You're just some kind of fag," Harmony smugly said.

"Uh huh, that's got to be it, huh?" George laughed a short bark at her.

"Got to be; I've had all kinds of boyfriends," Harmony smugly said.

"Uh huh and minute you gave up the pussy they were all like, 'see you bitch,' am I right?" George said, unlocking the front door of his house.

Unity fought down her smirk; Harmony had voiced exactly that complaint to her on more than one occasion.

But in Unity's eyes, Harmony was the prettier of the two of them; if Harmony was ugly, what hope did Unity have of ever finding someone to love her?

George looked at the clock; it was close to six o'clock in the evening.

"Y'all eat?" he asked, already walking to his kitchen.

"No," Harmony snapped.

"Yeah; they gave us some sandwiches," Unity said.

"So, which is it? You eat or not?" George asked, getting out his cast iron skillet.

"Yes," Unity said.

"No," Harmony said.

"Whatever," George said, pulling two chicken leg quarters out of the meat drawer of the refrigerator.

"They were these lame ass peanut butter and jelly sandwiches," Harmony finally concurred.

"And an apple," Unity added.

"That mealy ass apple?" Harmony scoffed.

"More than a lot of people got to eat today," George reminded the sullen girl.

"What you doing, Mr. Papillion?" Unity asked as George rapidly cut up a bell pepper and onion.

"Cooking dinner; I didn't even have a mealy ass apple," he told her.

She watched in interest as he prepared the meal; Harmony continued to complain.

Within twenty minutes he'd managed to prepare their meal. He turned on the six o'clock news just in time to see Chelsea Guidry's piece on the apparent crime that had been committed next door.

"But, but..." Unity sputtered in shock as Chelsea discussed the alleged crime.

"That's not true!" Harmony screeched as Chelsea described the bloody bedsheets collected by the Medical Examiner.

"Yeah it is; I watched them put them in the van," George told her.

"But I seen in there," Harmony protested. "There wasn't no blood!"

"Light was on?" George asked.

"Well, no, but..." Harmony conceded, losing her resolve.

"Mighty dark in there with no light on, George stated.

"I knew..." Unity muttered as Chelsea outlined the illicit affair that Donna and Bubba had been conducting.

"Oh, come on, Uni," Harmony gave a short bitter laugh. "Of course they were fucking."

"They said they wasn't doing that no more," Unity said weakly.

"Uh, they go into the bedroom and close the door and don't come out for twenty, thirty minutes, uh, what you think?" Harmony sneered.

George looked at the girl.

Harmony was no beauty, that was true. With her face twisted in a sneer like that, though, she was very unattractive, looking a great deal like her mother. George had often thought, at best, Donna could be classified as very plain. A large expanse of forehead, which on Donna was becoming quite wrinkled, one eyebrow over eyes, flat blue eyes, a nose that looked more like a lump of clay than an actual nose, absolutely no cheekbone definition at all, and a receding chin. A short, stumpy neck supported the head, making both look slightly large. 

The hair was a light straw colored blonde; on Donna the hair stopped just above the shoulders and was liberally streaked with gray. On Harmony, her hair hung down to just above her waist and showed many split ends.

Unity did not have much of her mother's features, possessing more of her father's looks. Her nose and chin were sharp and her cheekbones protruded sharply, giving her an odd, almost elfin look. Her hair was worn in the same style as Harmony's, long, with several split ends.

"Never thought to uh, maybe let your dad know what was going on, huh?" George asked.

Both girls looked embarrassed. George let it drop.

"Hey, uh, kitchen's not going to clean itself; I fixed dinner, least y'all could do is clean up," George said when Harmony simply pushed her now empty plate away.

Unity grabbed both her plate and Harmony's plate and scampered to the dishwasher.

"Nuh uh, we don't run that in the summer; know how much electricity that thing sucks up?" George said.

A sullen Harmony and a quiet Unity did clean the kitchen; George knew he would have to re-clean it afterward. It was obvious that they never did this at home.

"Who cleans up at home?" he finally asked when it was obvious that the cast iron skillet puzzled both girls.

"Mom," Unity admitted.

"Mom, or Jack," Harmony agreed.

"You call your Dad Jack?" George said disapproval evident.

"Yeah, well..." Harmony weakly offered.

"Man that busts his ass day after day tries keep a roof over your head..." George said, grabbing a beer from the refrigerator.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and never fucking lets us ever forget it," Harmony grumbled.

"And exactly what do y'all do while he's busting his ass?" George asked.

George found a baseball game to watch. Harmony did not let this occur without giving him an opinion on baseball.

"Mr. Papillion?" Unity finally asked when Harmony took a breath.

"Yeah?" George tiredly asked.

"Um, we um, I need take me a shower; I was about to take me one when they showed up and took us to jail," Unity said.

"Right there," George said, pointing to the hall bathroom.

"Well, it's um, I'm going need..." Unity faltered.

George called the Bender Police Department and was told that neither he nor the girls could go next door and gather any clothing. 

"Here, wear this while we wash what you have," George said, handing Unity a tee shirt that bore 'Papillion Plumbing' emblazoned across the chest.

"Oh, hey, See had one of them; why she had one and we didn't?" Harmony demanded.

"Because Serenity saw me wearing one and asked me for one," George said.

"Thank you, Mr. Papillion," Unity quietly said.

"I get one?" Harmony demanded.

"You ask, maybe, but not with that attitude," George said back.

"May I please have one?" Harmony bit out the words.

"Guess that's about the best you can do, huh?" George said and handed her one as well.

Both girls disappeared into the hall bathroom and George was grateful for the silence.

The tee shirts were sized adult male large, but Harmony's incredible breasts were pressed snugly against the material. The large purple butterfly stretched out beautifully and George felt his cock growing as he looked.

"Thought I was ugly," Harmony sneered triumphantly; well aware of the effect she was having on their host.

"Face is," George agreed. "Looks like it caught on fire and they put it out with a rake. But that body is phenomenal."

Harmony lost the smirk and Unity ducked her own face in embarrassment.

"Okay, give me the dirty clothes," George said gently, regretting his harsh words to the sullen, arrogant girl, but not wishing to make any formal amends to her either.

"Yes sir," Unity said and went back into the bathroom to retrieve them.

George lost the fight against his erection when Unity bent over to retrieve the pile of clothes. The tee shirt flounced up, exposing a beautiful plump bottom, and a tuft of straw colored hair that did not cover her plump slit.

Unity glanced at George's erection and blushed hotly while Harmony smirked.

"Can we please watch anything else besides baseball?" Harmony complained, already grabbing the remote control.

"No; my television," George snapped as he dumped their clothing into his washing machine.

Tucked out of sight, he did give Unity's pale blue panties a quick sniff. She had a fresh fragrance. Harmony's pink panties held a slightly musky smell. He gave his throbbing cock a quick rub but resisted the urge to finish the job.

He also checked the tag on Unity's bra; she was a 34 C. He was surprised to see that Unity had a good sized handful. Of course, against her sister, Unity would always come up short.

But Unity had a slightly rounder, slightly plumper backside and George was definitely an ass man.

"Mony, he said don't," Unity was complaining as Harmony changed the channel.

"You know, I don't have to let y'all stay here," George spat, grabbing the remote out of Harmony's hand and changing the channel back.

He didn't really care about the game; it was the Dodgers and not the Atlanta Braves, but he'd be damned if he was going to let the snotty Harmony win any arguments.

"Mr. Papillion, there another television?" Unity asked.

"Yeah, other bedroom," George said and led the two girls down the hall.

The nineteen inch television sat on the small chest of drawers. Harmony immediately grabbed the remote and began searching the channels.

"Oops, looks like y'all will have to make your own bed," George said.

He dug out the sheets.

""There any pillows?" Harmony demanded.

"Let's see," George said and found two of them on a shelf in the small closet.

Making a bed was another household chore neither girl had any experience with, so George made it quickly, efficiently, in military approved manner.

"We have to do that?" Unity yelped when George rolled under the bed to pull everything tight.

"Only if you want your bed to do this," George said and bounced a quarter off the bed.

"Wow," Harmony said, dutifully impressed.

Chapter 3

Within the first week, George found out that Unity and Harmony were terrible exhibitionists. Four days after the arrest, they were given the green light to go get clothing and other items from the rental house next door. George emptied the refrigerator and freezer; very little of what was in there could actually be used. While he did that, Harmony and Unity carried armfuls of clothing and other personal items back to his house, along with their pillows.


Uneducated 01



He had not seen what clothing they'd brought over, but none of it seemed to cover very much. And even with their own clothing, both girls seemed to favor his Papillion Plumbing tee shirts.

Harmony also seemed allergic to wearing any of her bras for any extended period of time and Unity seemed to have a shortage of panties.

He made them do their fair share of housework which they did with much bending and stretching. It was the housework that was the turning point in his relationship with Harmony.

The cabinet door on the left of the refrigerator stuck, had always stuck and no amount of shaving the wood, greasing the hinges, or beveling the edge had managed to fix it. So he only kept the one or two things he didn't use that often in there. One of which was the waffle iron.

Harmony gave the door a hard yank and smacked herself in the forehead. George came in when he heard her scream, and then cry in pain. He quickly assessed the situation, grabbed a few cubes of ice from the freezer and a dishtowel from the drawer.

He judged from the reddened mark on Harmony's forehead that it was a very mild injury but still tended to her.

"Shhh, shh, it's going to be okay," he soothed, pressing the improvised ice pack to the reddened line on her forehead with his right hand while pulling her to himself with his left arm.

She sniffled while he held the ice to the affected area. He rubbed her back while a concerned Unity looked on.

After a moment, Harmony quit sniffling and returned his hug.

"Better now?" he asked gently.

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

"Aw yeah you are," he chuckled and kissed her on the top of her head.

"Thank you, Mr. Papillion," Harmony sniffled, clutching the ice to her head.

From that moment on, she lost the sullen attitude, the shrill demands. Her personality did a one hundred and eighty degree turn.

Unity continued to be her meek, quiet self, following behind her sister.

George wasn't sure what they did when he went on service calls, but no matter how long the calls took him, it seemed that they were in the middle of exercising upon his return. They were quite limber in their yoga and gymnastics poses.

They didn't seem to hear his van. Or the slamming of the doors of the van. Or his keys in the door. They would scream in surprise when he would walk into the living room and catch them with tee shirt bunched around their waist, or up around their neck. They would hurriedly pull tee shirt back down, after ensuring that he had seen an eyeful of their charms, and scamper to their room.

George was sure they waited and watched for him. Then, just as he was about to enter the house, Unity would do a split, tee shirt bunched around her waist and Harmony would do a handstand, tee shirt bunched up around her neck. They had other poses, but these were the two they seemed to favor.

One afternoon, the sisters really did not hear him, and both screamed in surprise when he entered the living room, both hurriedly yanking down the sleeves of their omnipresent Papillion Plumbing tee shirts. He noticed that Harmony did have on a bra, and both wore cut off shorts. Both had their Nike tennis shoes on, the shoes they wore when they left the house. So they had obviously been somewhere.

"What's up?" George innocently asked.

"Nothing," Unity mumbled, looking away.

Harmony took a defiant pose, a pose he had not seen in quite a few weeks, and had not missed.

"We went and got us some tats," she said, face twisted in sullen defiance.

"Oh, okay," George shrugged.

"They're um, they're Chinese, they're our names in Chinese," Unity offered.

"Okay," George said again and went to the third bedroom, the room he'd converted to his office.

"We used our own money, so you don't need to worry about that," Harmony said, following him into his office.

"Uh huh," George said and turned on his computer.

He entered the service call, logged onto his bank account and noted that the four deposits he'd made on Monday were no longer pending and nodded in satisfaction.

"So, where'd you get the money?" George finally asked.

"We um, we get it from the government," Unity said.

"From the... Why?" George asked, shutting down his computer.

"We're disabled," Harmony said.

"You're what?" George asked.

"We're retarded," Harmony gloated.

"We got learning disabilities," Unity corrected.

"What?" George laughed.

"We're like dyslexic or something," Harmony said.

"Oh, I see," George said. "And uh, how much you get for being dyslexic?"

"Five eighty nine," Harmony said.

"Each," Unity offered.

"A week?" George asked. "Shit, I might be dyslexic too."

"A week?" Harmony hooted. "No, that's a month."

"Five eighty... Wow," George said, shaking his head.

"What? What's wrong with..." Harmony demanded.

He quickly turned on his computer again, re-entered his bank account, then swiveled the monitor.

"I made seven hundred on Monday," he said. "On Tuesday, made another four hundred, and on Wednesday..."

"So?" Harmony said after a long moment of silence.

"Okay, let's see..." George said and pulled up the calculator program. "Y'all don't plan on living here forever, huh?"

He entered five eighty nine, multiplied it by 2, and then looked at the girls.

"So you're going to get your own place, right? Five eighty nine isn't going to get you anything, so y'all will have to live together," he said and subtracted seven hundred from the eleven hundred and seventy eight dollars on the display.

"We can get government housing; it'll pay for..." Harmony defended.

"You see the government housing in Elgee?" George asked her. "Y'all ain't living there, even if y'all are dyslexic."

"And utilities; my water bill's gone up thirty two bucks since y'all moved in," George continued.

"We'll pay..." Unity offered.

Harmony glared at her, having no intention of paying George for anything.

"Assume y'all want to eat," he continued.

By the time he finished, he showed them that they had a negative balance of two hundred and twelve dollars.

"So how much the tats cost you?" he asked.

"Three hundred," Harmony admitted, looking quite crestfallen that her five hundred and eighty nine dollars would not enable her to live on her own.

"Three hundred for two tats? Not bad," George said.

"No, we each only got one," Unity said.

"Wait a minute; he charged y'all three hundred? Each?" George asked, getting agitated.

"Uh, yeah," Harmony admitted.

"Come on, where'd y'all get them tattoos?" George demanded, getting to his feet.

"That guy right off Highway Twenty Seven," Unity said.

"Hop Su?" George asked.

"Yeah," Harmony admitted.

"Mother fucker," George laughed. "Y'all should have brought me; he knows better than to rip me off."

"He ripped us off?" Harmony asked.

"You know him?" Unity asked.

"Of course I... Oh, that's right, y'all never met Beulah," George said, sitting back down again.

"Who?" Unity asked.

"My wife," George said quietly.

He sighed and took a key from his pocket. He unlocked desk drawer and opened it.

"Oh, THAT'S why we never..." Harmony started to say, and then clammed up.

George smirked at her and pulled out a glossy magazine.

"Mr. Papillion!" Unity gasped

"What?" he smiled at her.

"Why you got..." Harmony asked.

"Because my Beulah is their Amateur Star of the month," George said and flipped to the pictorial spread.

Unity wiggled to the other side of George's chair as they looked at the heavily tattooed red head as she posed for the series of photographs.

"Ew, that is just so gross," Harmony said as she looked at one photograph of Beulah pulling her pussy lips far apart.

"Ooh, I like that one," Unity admitted, pointing to the photograph of Beulah looking over her shoulder at the camera. "That's cool."

"Yeah, I loved that butterfly; used it as our logo," George said quietly.

"Ew, the one of her pulling them butt cheeks apart?" Harmony complained. "Why y'all like that?"

"The butterfly," Unity corrected, pointing to the black and purple butterfly that adorned Beulah's left buttock.

"If I was going to get one, it would be like twice as big as that," Harmony declared.

"As much as these hurt?" Unity asked, pointing to her gauze covered bicep.

"Yeah, but just think how hot that would be," Harmony said, turning and presenting her backside.

"Yeah, that would look mighty cute," George said, lightly slapping Harmony's buttock.

He closed the magazine and put it back in the desk drawer.

"What's that one?" Unity asked, pointing to a cheaper magazine just underneath the first one.

"Couple of months later," George said and pulled out the magazine.

"Pregnant and horny," Harmony read the caption out loud.

"Not bad for one of them there dyslexics," George teased her.

She smirked at him, then looked at the pictorial spread of Beulah, seven month pregnant belly protruding.

"You um, you didn't mind her um, you know, doing that?" Unity quietly asked as she looked at the picture of Beulah preparing to jam a rather large rubber dong into her gaping anus.

"No, why?" George asked her. "Hell, she was a dancer down at Elegante's when we met."

"She was a stripper?" Harmony screeched.

"And you was all right with that?" Unity asked.

"Yeah, why?" George shrugged. "Fuck; knew who she was coming home to. She might have gotten them all hot and bothered, but I was the one getting the pussy."

"How much she made?" Harmony asked.

"On a good night? Four, five hundred," George said.

"Dollars?" Harmony asked.

"No, lollypops," George smirked, putting the magazine back into the drawer and closing it.

"So, um, what happened to her?" Unity asked.

"Suicide," George said, getting to his feet again.

"Wait, what?" Harmony asked.

"We had Georgie and one day, some ass hole stops her in the supermarket and says he really likes her roses," George sighed.

"The ones on her...?" Unity asked, pointing to her own crotch.

"Yeah, and the only way he could have seen them was if he'd seen her in that 'Pregnant and Horny' magazine," George said, walking to the front door of the house.

"So?" Harmony asked.

"And she was already feeling depressed enough, just had a baby, couldn't lose the weight, stuck at home, he was going through both colic and teething and then this ass hole says this shit to her and she just snapped," George said, opening the driver's door of his Toyota.

Harmony waited for Unity to get into the back seat, and then got into the front passenger seat of the car.

"And she came home, fixed a nice bubble bath, drowned Georgie, then slit her wrists," George said, backing out of the driveway.

Unit leaned forward and put her small hand on George's shoulder.

He pulled up to Hop Su's small building.

"Ah, Mr. George, how you do?" the small man greeted him with loud false cheerfulness.

"I'm good," George smiled. "A little mad at you, but other than that, I'm good."

"Mad? Why you mad at me?" Hop Su asked. "Them girls? I give them good tattoos, say their names in Chinese. They good tattoos."

"They're great tattoos," George agreed. 

"Then why you mad?" Hop Su asked.

"Come on, Su, you know what I'm mad about," George smiled.

"Fine, fine, I give them back um, I give them back hundred fifty each, how that?" the man offered.

"How much for a butterfly?" Unity suddenly asked.

"Hundred fifty," Hop Su said quickly, seeing a way he could keep her money.

"Me too," Harmony decided.

Where you want?" Hop Su asked, looking directly at Harmony's substantial chest.

"My hiney," Unity said.

"Yeah," Harmony said.

"Oh, okay, come back, okay?" Hop Su said, gesturing toward the rear of the shop.

Harmony of course had to be first, dropping her shorts to the floor and hopping up onto the table.

"Let's see, what color?" Hop Su asked, taking a pen in hand.

"Purple," Unity said.

"Yeah, purple," Harmony echoed.

Hop drew a small butterfly on Harmony's left buttock.

"No, no, bigger," Harmony ordered.

Hmm," Hop Su said and drew a slightly larger one.

"No, no, I want people to see it, even if I'm wearing my shorts," Harmony ordered.

He drew an outline that covered nearly her entire buttock.

"Yeah," Harmony approved.

George sat down and Unity looked around. Not seeing any place to sit, she simply sat on the floor at George's feet.

George shifted as his cock swelled and throbbed in his pants. He had loved watching Beulah getting a tattoo and loved that the pain of getting a tattoo always excited her tremendously.

Looking between Harmony's slightly splayed legs, he could see that she too was feeling the effects of the needle and the naughtiness. Beads of moisture were forming on her slick lips.

"Does it hurt?" Unity asked as Harmony let a sigh escape.

"No, Uni feels good," Harmony snapped.

"I go slowly, not hurt too much," Hop Su defended.

"It's not that; Mony's just a big crybaby," Unity assured Hop Su.

Hop Su must have hit a very sensitive spot; Harmony did not respond to Unity's dig.

After a few minutes, George got to his feet, put Unity in the chair, and walked to the front of the shop. He grabbed a large binder off of the counter and dragged a stool back into the rear and sat next to Unity.

"Here, take a look at these," George said, handing Unity the binder.

"Oh, wow!" Unity said as she looked at Hop Su's Polaroid's of other tattoos he'd done.

She pointed to one of a red devil that one brave man had done to his penis.

"That had to hurt," she commented.

"Makes mine hurt just looking at it," George agreed.

"Other book show piercing I do; you maybe think about piercing, huh?" Hop Su suggested.

"No, no, I think if they're going to get piercings, we'll go to Hop Don," George casually said.

Hop Su's face darkened as he glared at George. He saw the wide smile on George's face and shook a fist playfully at George.

"I get you for that," he promised.

"Who's Hop Don?" Harmony asked, peering over her shoulder at George.

"My sister; say she better than me at tattoo, better than me at piercing but she take no time, make it hurt," Hop Su quickly said.

"She has the shop next to Hop Kim's Chinese Restaurant," George supplied.

"Hop Kim your sister too?" Harmony asked Hop Su.

"Ha ha ha!" Hop Su laughed. "No, no, Hop Kim my brother. I no eat at his place; even rats know better than eat there, food no good."

"I like..." Unity started to say but George put a hand on her shoulder and she clammed up.

"Fucked up thing, how's a Korean know anything about Chinese cooking, huh?" George asked.

"Exactly!" Hop Su agreed. "He don't know; he Korean!"

"Can I look at them piercings?" Harmony asked.

"You're kind of busy right now," George said but got to his feet.

"Oh my God!" Unity said and put an arm over her breasts as she looked at a close up Polaroid of a pierced nipple.

Finally, Hop Su was finished with Harmony's tattoo, put a large square of gauze over the area, and gave her instructions on how to care for the area.

"What about the cream?" George asked the man.

"Oh, I give them jar with other tattoo," Hop Su said.

"No you didn't," Harmony said as she pulled her shorts back on.

"I didn't?" Hop Su feigned surprise.

"No sir," Unity said as she slithered out of her own cut off shorts.

"Here, what you want to look at? The tats or the piercings?" George asked as Harmony gingerly sat in the low chair.

Hop Su drew a large butterfly and waited for Unity to approve. After a fearful moment she did nod in agreement and he began.

"Oh my God!" Harmony hissed out as she looked at a Polaroid of a clitoral piercing.

George looked, nodded in agreement, and then smirked. Harmony might be acting horrified, but the crotch of her cut off shorts grew wet as she stared at the photograph.

"The one of the one on her love bump?" Unity asked over her shoulder as Hop Su continued to fill in the outline.

"Yeah," Harmony agreed.

"I would never..." Unity said.

Finally Hop Su put gauze over Unity's tattoo, handed both girls a small jar of salve, and they left the building.

"Now, who's hungry for Chinese? George asked.

"Where?" Harmony asked.

"Hop Kim's, of course," George said.

"But he said..." Unity said from the rear seat of the car.

"Honey, in case you haven't figured it out, they're brothers and sisters and they fight like brothers and sisters," George said.

He turned and looked at her.

"You want a love bump piercing? Tell Hop Dan that her brother was going to charge you seventy five for one, gold ring included. She'll do it for fifty and give you a better ring than he would have," he advised.

"I would never..." Unity protested.

"We can get one today?" Harmony asked, absently rubbing at her crotch.

"I'm eating first," George said and they pulled up at the Chinese restaurant in Kimble.

George was glad he'd ordered a cup of the wonton soup and the egg roll; both sisters insisted on trying his twice-cooked pork and both sisters ate the majority of his food as well as all of their own dinners.

Neither girl had forgotten about the piercing and dragged him into the small unmarked shop next to Hop Kim's restaurant.

"Ah, Mister George, how you do?" an attractive woman called out when they entered the building.

"Hop Don, these two were going to go to Hop Su's and get their little clitties pierced, but I told them, you're better and you're not a crook like him," George said.

"You good man tell these girls that," the four foot tall woman agreed and hopped down from the stool.

"Here," she said, pulling out a board of silver rings and putting it on top of the counter. "What you like?"

"They were going to get gold filled and Hop Su was going to charge them seventy five each. You believe that? Seventy five!" George said.

"Seventy five? For gold?" Hop Don said, feigning shock.

She grimaced when she thought George couldn't see her, but pulled out a second felt lined board with a few gold rings and bars mounted.

"Ooh, I like that," Harmony said, pointing to a fairly large ring.

"Isn't that the one you liked at Hop Su's?" George asked.

"Yeah," Unity agreed, playing along.

"And he say he do it for seventy five?" Hop Don asked, looking at the hundred and twenty five dollar ring.

She gritted her teeth in frustration; gold was not cheap.

Seventy each, best I do," she finally decided.

"Girls?" George asked.

"Yeah," Harmony agreed, already unzipping her shorts.

Hop Don ushered them into the rear of the shop and pointed to a chair. Harmony dropped her shorts to the floor and sat down, legs spread.

Hop Don quickly put her small hand in front of Harmony's splayed crotch, glaring at George.

"You. You wait in front; these girls no need you looking at them," she ordered.

"Yeah," Harmony smirked. "Don't be looking at my pussy."

"Like I haven't see..." George said but did walk through the curtain.

Hop Don slipped a pair of latex gloves on, then tore open an antiseptic package and dabbed Harmony's entire crotch.

She tore open a second package, reached down and spread open Harmony's pussy, then swabbed Harmony's clitoris and inner lips completely.

Harmony shuddered, very close to orgasm from the woman's ministrations.

"Last chance you say no," Hop Don offered, gripping the large ring with a pair of forceps.

In the front of the store, George chuckled when he heard Harmony's shriek and continued leafing through the magazine of body art.

A moment later, he chuckled again when he heard Unity's loud moan.

Moments later, two red faced girls joined him in the front of the store and Hop Don emerged, pulling her gloves off and throwing them into the waste basket.

George smirked when both Harmony and Unity expressed dismay that they would have to refrain from any sexual contact, including masturbation, for at least one week.




Uneducated 01



"Put maybe a little alcohol, kind of wiggle it, you know, back and forth," Hop Don advised, pantomiming a wiggling movement with her hand.

"Neosporin is real good for at night," George suggested. "Kind of numbs it."

"We got any of that?" Harmony asked, walking slightly bow-legged.

"Oh," Unity moaned in obvious discomfort.

"WE don't. I do," George said, opening the door of his car.

"Can we borrow it?" Unity asked, wincing as she bent to get into the car.

"Borrow it? Plan on giving it back?" George teased.

"Quit! You know what I mean!" Unity said, slapping him on his arm.

"So, let's see," George mused aloud. "Y'all got what? Five hundred and eighty nine? Each? And y'all spent three hundred and seventy, that's seven hundred and forty dollars; in just one day."

"Oh," Unity moaned when he struck a pot hole on Highway nineteen.

"Which leaves y'all..." George suggested.

"Um," Harmony tried to do the math in her head and failed.

"Two hundred and nineteen each," George finally said when it was obvious that neither girl was going to figure it out.

"Well, that's not bad," Harmony declared.

"Uh huh, and y'all haven't even paid me for groceries, and utilities, and rent and..." George said.

"You never said we had to..." Harmony loudly protested.

"Oh come on, Honey!" George laughed. "You really thought I was just letting y'all live there for free?"

He relented when he heard Unity start to sniffle.

The trio entered the house and George pulled them both into a hug.

"I'm not going to charge you rent," he quietly said, kissing Unity, then Harmony on the tops of their heads.

"Thank you, Mister Papillion," Unity whimpered into his chest.

"Yeah," Harmony echoed.

"Thank you, Mister George," Harmony imitated Hop Su accented voice.

"Mister George, you maybe get Neosporin?" Unity asked, also imitating an Asian accent.

"Hey, how we taking showers?" Harmony suddenly asked.

"Don't know about you," George said, leaving the room.

"But I usually use soap and water," he called out from the hall bathroom.

He returned, holding a large tube of Neosporin ointment.

"Oh thank God," Unity said, dropping her shorts to the living room floor and grabbing the tube out of George's hand.

She put a very generous dollop of the cream on a finger, then, right in front of George, spread her legs and smeared the cream onto her clitoris.

"No, no, we're not supposed to get them wet," Harmony said, pointing to her rear end.

"Don't worry," George said. "Remember? I took care of Beulah's just fine."

Harmony grabbed the tube and did as her sister had done, with no shame, exposing her bald crotch to George's eyes.

"But since y'all only take one shower a week..." George teased.

"Ha ha," Unity said.

"No, seriously, all it takes is a grocery bag and some duct tape; it'll be fine," George promised.

Chapter 4

George had to touch Harmony and Unity, touch their delectable rear ends to affix the shields against moisture.

Both seemed to think that this gave them permission to touch him too. The touches were gentle, soft touches, soft caresses of his hand, his back, and his arms.

And the constant displays of nudity continued; Harmony and Unity seemed to think, since George had already seen it all, it was okay.

One Monday afternoon, George came home exhausted. As usual, Harmony had one foot flat on the floor, the other leg cocked up so her foot was above her head. Unity had her left foot and hand on the floor, the other leg reaching to the ceiling, a 'standing split.'

And both were nude, so he could see Harmony's glittering clitoris ring, could see Unity's large black and purple butterfly.

And Harmony again had on her Papillion Plumbing baseball cap.

It was his cap, but she'd stolen it out of his bedroom.

He'd bought five of the caps when he'd bought the twenty tee shirts. Where three of the caps had wound up, he didn't remember, but there had been two of them in his closet.

Now there were none. Harmony wore hers constantly; Unity wore hers when they went out.

"Y'all need to stop," George tiredly smiled and both girls relaxed their poses.

He'd asked them once where they'd gained their flexible, limber poses.

"Jack let us take ballet," Harmony had said, demonstrating by balancing on her tip-toes, then bringing one leg out, opening her vulva to his gaze.

"And Gymnastics," Unity said, balancing on one foot and hand while the other foot reached to the ceiling.

She then 'hopped' onto both hands, holding herself up, legs in a perfect split, then rolling onto the opposite foot, a slow motion cartwheel.

"Jack must have loved y'all a whole hell of a lot," George reminded them and they both looked ashamed for a moment.

"Then we started getting boobs and that ended that," Unity finally threw in.

Now, in his living room, the two sisters were flexing and posing for his benefit. George shook his head and walked past the twins.

Harmony grabbed a towel and wiped herself down. George noticed that both were covered in a fine sheen of sweat; they may have struck those poses for his benefit, but they had actually been exercising, at least for a little while.

"Where you been?" Unity asked, wiping herself down with her own towel.

"That place, T. Dayton; sold them eight sinks," George said and entered his office.

"Ooh, T. Dayton's?" Harmony said excitedly.

"That hair place?" Unity asked, following George into his office.

"Yeah; went out there to unclog their shampoo basin; good God you should have seen the hair in that thing," George said and rapidly entered the invoice into the computer.

"I would kill to go there," Harmony admitted.

George looked at her.

Since coming to live with him, using the expensive shampoo and conditioner he bought, instead of the bargain brand shampoo Donna had bought, using good soap, and the medicated face scrub, their hair looked better, their skin looked better. Neither one of them were Beauties, but Harmony and Unity had improved in their looks.

"Anyway, I looked at their stations and told Terry; she's the owner of T. Dayton's, I told her instead of making their customers have to walk from the back all the way back to wherever they're getting their hair styled, they ought to put in a basin at each station and next thing I know, she's telling me order them," George said.

"You know how much a haircut costs there?" Harmony asked him

"No; I go to Waggamon's," George said.

"At least a hundred bucks," Unity supplied.

"A hundred... Wow," George said.

Tuesday morning, George met with Terry Dayton and showed her the eight basins and gave her eight bottles of an organic drain cleaner.

"Every Saturday night, before you leave, pour a capful into each drain. Don't run any water, just pour a capful and leave it sit over the weekend," he said.

He looked around the shop.

George had come home one afternoon and seen Harmony in yet another one of her many hats. He reflected; he had never noticed how many different hats she'd had before they came to stay with him.

In fact, the more he thought about it, he could not ever remember seeing her in hats before.

He grabbed Unity's arm and pulled her aside.

"Yeah?" Unity asked, scratching at her belly, unconcerned that this maneuver raised the hem of her Papillion Plumbing tee shirt above her blonde pubic mound.

"Why's she got that goofy hat on?" George asked quietly.

"I don't know," Unity said in a tone of voice that let George know she did know.

"Unity, come on," George said sternly.

Hides her face," Unity said, a sad look coming over her face.

"Hides her, what? Why's she want to hi..." George asked.

"'Cause you told her she's ugly," Unity said.

"Oh," George said.

Now George looked around the opulent salon, then at the elegant Terry Dayton and smiled.

"Um, listen, I um, I got these two girls living with me? They would kill to have y'all work on their hair," George said.

"Let's see," Terry said, rapidly typing into her computer.

Paula Lambert, Terry's lover, would be angry if she knew that Terry shuttled as many clients as she could to Charlene and Marlene Falgout, twin sisters and friends of hers.

Paula just didn't understand; when she and Paula had been apart, the twins had been Terry's source of strength. They had encouraged her, motivated her, and helped her. And when she and Paula had reunited, the twins had been genuinely happy for them.

True, they were slovenly and lazy, flighty and impulsive. They were heavy marijuana users and constantly needed 'advances' on their pay.

But she loved both of them; they were her 'children,' the two daughters she'd never have. Even though Terry was only four years older than the twins, they depended upon Terry to care for them.

Saturday, six o'clock work?" Terry asked, already blocking off the hour.

"Work," George agreed. "Harmony and Unity."

Terry stared at him, thinking that this was a very odd thing to say. Of course, she thought 'Peace, out' was silly, pretentious. And 'my bad' rankled her. She really hated when someone would respond with 'no problem' when she said 'thank you.'

"So what are the girls' names?" Terry asked after a long moment.

"Harmony and Unity," George said, puzzled.

"Oh, okay then," Terry giggled and entered the names.

Both girls were still asleep when George entered the house. He did not bother to be quiet; as far as he was concerned, nine o'clock was late enough; they should be awake.

"Morning," Harmony mumbled, walking past the open door on her way to the kitchen.

"Morning," George agreed.

"Morning," Unity mumbled, right behind her sister.

"Ow, dam it!" he heard Harmony yell from the kitchen.

"Oh boy, waffles!" George said.

"Y'all don't make no plans for Saturday night, hear?" he said, entering the kitchen.

"Why?" Harmony demanded to know.

"Because I told you to," George answered.

He regretted it; for the rest of the week, they peppered him with demands to know. 'It's a surprise' didn't work.

"And leave the hat," George demanded when five forty five on Saturday evening finally rolled around.

"But the shorts are okay, right?" Harmony asked.

"Oh, is that what those are?" George asked. "Thought those were belts."

Almost half of her butterfly tattoo was visible in the shorts she wore. A good portion of Unity's butterfly was visible as well. Unity had on a snug and too short tee shirt, but Harmony had on a man's button up shirt that was knotted under her heavy breasts.

"Hey, is that one of my shirts?" George demanded.

"Come on," Harmony urged, quickly leaving the house.

"Harmony, damn it, stay out of my closet," George demanded, closing the door of the house and locking it.

"Don't think sitting back there's going to save you," he snapped as Harmony, in a rare move, scrambled into the rear of the car.

"Now will you tell us where we're going?" Unity begged.

"No; y'all dyslexics will just have to figure it out," he said.

"Oh, hey, this is where that old mattress place used to be," Harmony said when George pulled up to the Baggett Building in Bender, Louisiana.

"Mony! Look!" Unity squealed when she recognized the pink and white sign of T. Dayton Hair Salon.

"Why we come here?" Harmony asked as she crawled out of the rear of the car.

"Thought y'all might like to have your hair done here," George said casually, walking to the door of the salon.

"Really?" Unity screamed.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Papillion!" Harmony squealed and grabbed in in a fierce hug.

"I love you so much!" she said and kissed him squarely on his lips.

Harmony then gasped and stepped back, a shocked look on her face. George's face mirrored hers; in the two months they'd been living with him, this was the first time either one of them had kissed him.

It certainly was the first time either one of them had said the word 'love' to him.

"Mother fucker, Mony!" Unity screamed at her sister.

Harmony looked at her sister, blushed hotly then looked at the ground.

George could sense the animosity building up in Unity and grabbed her before it went too far.

"I get a kiss from you?" he asked in what he hoped was a playful voice.

Unity gave her sister one more glare then gave George a kiss, molding her body to his. She then looked up into his warm brown eyes and George could see into her pained eyes. She was hoping for his approval.

"Nice, thank you," he smiled, kissed her again quickly, then herded them toward the door.

Once inside, the two sisters gaped at the opulent interior, and then huddled together, ashamed of their shabby appearance.

George shook his head in wonder at this; he'd witnessed the two girls in Early's Grocery Store smirking at the scandalized expressions on the faces of the older matrons that shopped the small store. The two delighted in flaunting themselves at the male shoppers, often 'dropping' things and bending over to pick up the dropped items.

"Hi, Harmony and Unity here to see Marlene and Charlene," George smiled to Selena Gomez, the receptionist of T. Dayton.

"Oh wonderful!" the young woman smiled at the sisters.

She pushed a button and a moment later, two elegant women, identical twins approached the two girls.

"Hi!" Charlene smiled warmly. "I'm Charlene; thank you so much for coming in today."

"And I'm Marlene, so glad to meet you; which one of you is Unity? "The other twin smiled.

"Um, me," Unity mumbled, tugging down the hem of her too short tee shirt.

George smiled as the slender brunettes led the cowed girls out of sight.

He accepted the offered cup of rich coffee and sat down with a bored looking man.

"Waiting on the wife; you?" the man grumbled.

"Just brought in my, my, well, my neighbors, I guess," George said.

Behind the partition, Marlene had sat Unity down, ready to begin.

"Your father said you're to get whatever you want," Marlene smiled to the still awestruck girl.

"He's um, he's not our father," Unity mumbled.

"He's just our neighbor," Harmony tried to explain.

"So what are we doing today?" Charlene smiled.

"I don't know," Harmony admitted.

"I um, you um, you make me look like you?" Unity asked, admiring the thin woman's elegant poise.

"You um, can you um," Harmony stammered, and then a tear slid down her cheek.

She wiped at the tear and pointed in the general direction of George.

"Can you um, can you make me to where he doesn't think I'm so fucking ugly?" she asked and more tears slid down.

"What?" Charlene asked, shocked.

Oh!" Harmony gasped, putting a hand to her mouth.

"Sorry! Didn't mean to say the 'F' word!" Harmony whispered.

"Heard the word before; doesn't bother me," Charlene smiled, placing a comforting hand on Harmony's slumped shoulders.

"Now, why you say you're ugly?" she asked softly.

"He says I am; says my face caught on fire and they put it out with a rake," Harmony said, again pointing in the direction of George.

"Well, he needs glasses because you're certainly not ugly," Charlene said firmly.

In the next stall, Marlene was telling Unity about the Locks of Love program.

"Cut about this much off," she said, showing Unity. "Then after trimming, styling, your hair would be about here..."

"Mr. Papillion," Unity called out, trying to get out of her chair.

"Wait," Marlene smiled, putting a hand on her client's shoulder.

She pressed a button.

"Selena, please have Mr. Papil come back here," she quietly said.

"Knew I should have just dropped y'all off," George grumbled as he walked to the rear of the salon.

"Show him," Unity demanded.

After Marlene explained, George looked at Unity. She looked at him expectantly.

"Well, I think it is certainly a worthwhile cause and you'd still have plenty of that beautiful hair left," he said.

"What about me?" Harmony demanded as Charlene lathered up her long blonde hair.

"Same for you; some little girl would be so happy to get some of that beautiful hair of yours, don't you think?" George asked.

"Do it," both girls said.

"See?" Charlene whispered to Harmony as she rinsed the shampoo. "What'd he say? Beautiful. I heard him loud and clear. He said beautiful."

"No, no, the Saints have one hell of an offense; it's their defense that always seems to fall apart," George was arguing with his new buddy when two beaming girls approached him.

For the first time in their lives, the two girls had different hairstyles. Unity's hair was softly surrounding her face while Harmony's stuck out in angles, giving her face definition.

Both had been expertly made up by Marlene and Charlene, with Terry's supervision.

"You have such beautiful eyes," Charlene murmured to Harmony as she stroked the smoky eye shadow on. "Let's bring them out."

"Women would kill to have these cheekbones," Marlene complimented Unity.

Now, George and his buddy looked at the two sisters as they stood in front of them.

"Wow," George said sincerely. "You two look stunning."

He stood up and pulled out his wallet.

"Here," he said, handing them each a twenty dollar bill. "Go tip your stylists; they did a great job."

"You like it? You really like it?" Harmony demanded, fresh tears beginning to form.

"Are you kidding? You look beautiful," he said.

They did look good; the new hairstyles suited them well, and the expertly applied make-up certainly helped. The twins were far from beautiful but they were no longer ugly, or plain looking.

"Because..." Harmony faltered. "Because all I want..."

"I just want you to not think I'm ugly," she suddenly wailed out, hugging him tightly.

George had known he'd hurt her feelings by his comments to her the first day she came to stay with him. Now he could see just how deeply he had wounded her.

Shh, shh," he soothed, kissing the top of her head.

"I know I'm not as pretty as Uni, but..." Harmony sobbed into his chest.

Unity looked at her sister, shocked. This was the first time she'd ever heard her sister say that she thought Unity was prettier.

"Good God, what are you talking about?" George soothed. "You are both so beautiful it's not even funny!"

Finally, he calmed Harmony down enough for her to let go of him. He gave Selena his credit card while Harmony and Unity ran to give Marlene and Charlene their tips.

"Ready?" he said when the two sisters returned.

"We go to the Dead End?" Harmony asked.

"The... Why you want to go to the Dead End?" George asked as he held open the door for the two girls.

"That's where Marlene and Charlene said they're going when we gave them the twenty bucks," Unity said.

"You know what? Why not; y'all are both twenty one," George decided. "And it's been a while since I had one of them killer burgers of theirs. Sure, why not?"

For whatever reason, both girls insisted they had to go home and change. George was highly amused. They thought nothing of going to a grocery store with more than half their ass cheeks hanging out, with a lot of flesh exposed. But for a strip club, they wanted to get dressed up.

He decided that his own blue jeans and pull over shirt was more than adequate for the bar.

Again, the bar was a new experience for the twins and they gaped at everything.

"Hi, welcome to the Dead End," Brooke, an attractive blonde greeted them.

"Beer, draft," George ordered. "Girls? What y'all want?"

"I don't know," both of them mumbled.

"Mind if we join y'all?" Charlene asked as she and Marlene sauntered in.

"Not at all," George smiled.

Brooke nodded when the twins ordered Tequila Sunrises and looked expectantly at Harmony and Unity when they ordered the same thing.

"IDs, girls," George reminded them.

Brooke nodded in satisfaction after scanning their ID cards.

Harmony watched in interest as a petite red head gyrated to Power Station's 'Some like It Hot.'




Uneducated 01



"Wait a minute, what?" she asked when the girl gathered up her clothes and her tips and scampered off stage, dressed in only thong and pasties. "She still had clothes on; why'd she stop?"

"Can't show nips or pubes," Marlene shrugged and sipped her drink.

"Well then, who in the fuck would want to see that?" Harmony demanded.

"Honey, sometimes it's not what you see, but what you don't that's exciting," George counseled.

A pudgy Latin girl came out to Blondie's song 'Heart of Glass' and Harmony watched with real interest.

"She can't dance, that's for sure," she declared and George smiled.

"Honey, they might call it dancing, but no one gives a shit if they can dance or not. But I guarantee you, you ask any of the guys here what they think of her dancing, and they'll all tell you, it's great," he smiled.

"And some of the girls too," Charlene said as the Latin girl bent over, showing the audience her thong covered ass.

"That's bull shit!" Harmony protested when the Latin girl also ran off+-stage, in skimpy thong and pasties.

"One more," Marlene said out loud. "Just one more drink then it's time to go."

"Then what?" Harmony asked.

"Go home, spark up a couple doobs," Charlene admitted.

"Ooh!" Unity said, interested.

They'd only had a few joints since coming to live with George; three days after Donna and Bubba's arrest, one of the investigating officers witnessed a drug sale right down the street and the Bender Police Department did a raid on the house. That had been Harmony and Unity's source for the three or four joints they bought each week and neither girl really knew where to look for a new source.

"You want to...?" Marlene asked Unity.

"Can we?" Harmony asked George.

"Girls; y'all are both adults; y'all do whatever y'all want," he said.

In a rare moment, Unity made the decision for them.

"I'd take it all off," Harmony said as a black woman left the stage in white thong and pasties that seemed to gleam against her dark skin. "None of this 'almost' shit."

"And you'd be bounced out of here," George smiled.

"Bye," Unity said and gave George a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Yeah, bye," Harmony said and gave him a not so chaste kiss.

"Bye," George said and left a twenty dollar tip on the table for their waitress.

Brooke was quick to grab it; tips had a bad habit of disappearing if left unattended for too long.

Chapter 5

George didn't know when Harmony and Unity had returned home; when he'd checked their bedroom at two forty one that morning, they'd been in their bed, both sprawled out, both having various pieces of clothing on, the rest on the floor.

He had smiled; their immaculate make-up was no longer immaculate. Unity's cheek rouge was smeared from lip to eye and Harmony's eye shadow now reached to her forehead. He had thought very briefly of snapping a picture of them with his cell phone, but decided to leave them in peace.

George got out of bed at eight o'clock, started the coffee, pulled out a half pound of bacon, and began to fry it up.

"Morning," Unity mumbled from the doorway, dressed now in her Papillion Plumbing tee shirt

"Morning," George agreed.

"Morning, Harmony said, also clad in her Papillion Plumbing tee shirt, and Papillion Plumbing baseball cap.

"Nuh uh, hat off; I didn't pay all that money on them haircuts for you to hide that pretty face," George ordered.

"It's not pretty, remember?" Harmony said, pulling the cap down even further. "Looks like it caught on..."

"Hey, come here," George ordered.

"What?" Harmony asked, warily approaching.

"Were you being nice?" George asked, pulling her close and hugging her with one arm while pouring the beaten eggs into a second frying pan with his free hand.

"What?" Harmony asked.

"When I said that shit to you, were you being nice?" George asked her, squeezing her.

"Well, no, but..." Harmony agreed.

"And you ain't never said nothing, just to get at someone?" George asked and scraped the bacon onto a paper towel covered plate.

"Well, yeah," Harmony agreed.

"I said those things because you were being a snotty little bitch," George said, now hugging her with both arms. "All right? You were being snotty, so I said some pretty snotty bitchy things to you."

He pulled her hat off and threw it at the chair where she normally sat.

"And I'm sorry for saying them things, okay?" he asked her and kissed the top of her head.

"Okay," she mumbled against his chest, hugging him tightly.

Despite having bloodshot eyes, despite looking haggard, both girls were in fairly good spirits.

"So, what'd y'all do last night?" George asked when he had finished his cup of coffee.

"Nothing," Unity said, looking away.

"Smoked a few joints," Harmony admitted, shrugging her shoulders, but also not looking at him.

"Never did like that shit," George admitted. "Beulah would smoke one or two, but shit just made me feel stupid."

"You um, you didn't like you know, get all narc on her?" Unity asked.

"What? Why? She didn't get all Narc on me for drinking a couple of beers; why would I get all narc on her for busting up a couple?" George asked and gathered up their plates.

"So um, you um, if we smoked a couple, you wouldn't get all..." Harmony asked.

"Kind of rather y'all didn't," George said. "But, if y'all do, try not to do it while I'm here, huh? Shit stinks." 

"Hey, um, that place, um, the Dead End; that where Beulah danced at?" Harmony suddenly asked.

"NO, no, it was a total biker bar back then," George said. "Beulah danced down at Elagante; in Elgee."

"It better than the Dead End?" Unity asked.

"No, it was but not now; Vinnie Junior's kind of let the place go to shit," George said, putting his now clean dish into the dish drainer. "Vinnie had a heart attack, turned the place over to Vinnie Junior and Junior has no idea what the fuck he's doing." 

"So um, if we um..." Unity started.

"We um, we been thinking about doing that; you know um, we might do that, you know, be dancers," Harmony plunged in.

"No kidding, huh?" George said and made sure the stove was turned off. "Y'all be pretty good at it, I'll bet."

"You think?" Unity asked, looking at him.

"Yeah, I mean, shit, y'all got the bodies for it, y'all know how to move, that's for sure," he said.

And um, you um, you wouldn't um, you wouldn't think we were like total sluts if we um, if we did that, huh?" Unity asked, following him into his office.

"Didn't think my wife was a total slut and believe me, she did a lot more than just dance," George admitted, sitting down at his desk.

"What you mean?" Harmony asked.

"Champagne Room in the back," George sighed. "She'd get a customer back there; lap dance she'd get completely naked, fifty bucks she'd give them a hand job, hundred bucks she'd suck them off."

"And you was all right with..." Unity gasped, horrified.

"Fuck, didn't like it but my business wasn't really paying the bills yet; house note was fourteen hundred a month, the notes on her Beamer were through the fucking roof," George defended.

"And like she said, 'you knew what the fuck I was when you met me, Mister Fucking Holier than Thou,'" he said, a tinge of bitterness in his voice.

"This place is fourteen hundred a month?" Harmony asked, looking around.

"No, no, fuck, sold that house after she committed suicide in it," George said. "Note on this one's only six fifty nine a month."

"So um, how we do it? "Unity asked.

"DO what?" George asked, thinking about his Beulah.

"You know, the dancing," Harmony asked.

"Here, tell y'all what," George said, pulling his key out of his pocket and opening the desk drawer.

He pulled out two discs and put them on the desk.

"Picture's pretty bad; this is off my cell phone back then. Vinnie would have shit a brick if he'd known I was shooting video," George said.

Harmony and Unity looked at the discs on the desk. Finally, Harmony picked them up and walked out of his office into the living room.

George closed the door to his office and put 'The Very Best of Jerry Jeff Walker' in his computer's drive and turned up the volume to drown out the music from the discs of his wife. He skipped over 'Mr. Bojangles' as the song depressed him; he was depressed enough thinking about his wife and what would have been.

In the living room, Unity looked at the closed door of the office and nudged Harmony to turn the volume down on the television.

"She can't dance for shit," Harmony whispered to Unity as they watched the smiling red head as she gyrated to Robert Plant's 'Little By Little.'

"Not the point," Unity smirked as they could hear the patrons of the bar shout encouragement.

The two sisters laughed as Beulah pulled a pudgy old man onto the stage and danced with him. The old man was grinning and blushing as he clumsily danced to 'Predator' by Collide.

"Whoa!" Harmony said as the man pulled out a fifty dollar bill and handed it to Beulah before getting off the stage and rejoining his hooting, screaming, whistling friends.

The second disc was more of Beulah's dancing, or as Harmony noted, TRYING to dance.

"She's pretty good at it," Unity argued. "I mean, no, that ain't really doing nothing but taking them clothes off, but they like it."

"I bet we could do it better," Harmony bragged.

"Well, yeah!" Unity said and got up and danced along with the music from the television.

"And then you..." Harmony said and lifted the tee shirt up and off.

"Yeah?" George called out a moment later when a knock sounded at his office door.

"Here, Mr. Papillion," Harmony said, entering the office, holding out the two discs.

"Uh, lost your clothes somewhere?" George asked, smirking at the nude Harmony.

"Now, how'd that happen?" Harmony asked, looking down at herself in mock surprise.

"Mr. Papillion, we do that?" Unity asked from the doorway of the office.

"Do what?" George asked, locking the discs in his desk drawer.

"Dancing," Harmony said.

"Yeah; like I said, y'all got the bodies for it," George said.

"And you wouldn't think we was..." Unity demanded.

"Hey, y'all need to get ready; it's Sunday," George interrupted.

"Oh shit!" Harmony yelped, looking at the clock.

"Remember what she said she wanted next time we came?" George asked.

"Tacos," Unity yelled out as she ran for the bathroom.

George called Casa Ole, the New Mexican restaurant in DeGarde and ordered four taco meals to go. He smirked when the girl asked if he wanted anything to drink.

"Yeah, but I don't think they'll let us take that into the jail," he said.

The sisters were ready in time for George to pick up the meals and drive them to the Bender Lock Up.

"Y'all ask your momma what she thinks of y'all dancing," George suggested.

He sat out in the car and ate his taco dinner while the twins visited with Donna and ate their meals inside the jail. Then he played Scrabble on his cell phone, losing all four of the games.

"Momma said 'thank you,'" Unity said quietly when she opened the door.

"Yeah, said 'thank you,'" Harmony echoed.

"Uh huh; say what she wants for next time?" George asked, starting the car.

Barbeque," Unity said.

"And asked can we bring some for Bubba too?" Harmony asked.

"Only if I can spit in his," George said.

"Hey! That's our father!" Harmony protested.

"That's your what?" George asked, surprised.

"We're not supposed to know, but Bubba's like our dad," Unity said.

"As much as you look like..." George started, and then stopped.

He pulled up to the house.

"So, what'd your momma say about y'all dancing?" George asked when Harmony opened the car door.

"Said over her dead body," Unity admitted, scrambling out the passenger door.

"Uh huh, said the same thing about them tats, huh?" George said, closing the door of the car.

"Yeah, she'd be pretty freaked," Harmony admitted, using her own key to open the door of the house.

George waved in greeting to the family that now lived next door. The wife, a mousy little brunette only gave a small wave, while her husband, a burly African American man, smiled widely at Harmony and Unity, waving broadly. Their two daughters got out of the family car and also waved.

"Just getting back from church?" George politely asked.

"No; had lunch over at that Casa Ole," Marcus Webster said, still looking at Harmony and Unity, not George.

"Girls, come on, let's get out of them good clothes, Missy snapped, waiting for her husband to unlock their house.

"Why you like them?" Harmony demanded when George entered the house.

"Don't really," George admitted. "Called being a good neighbor. Didn't like the last people lived there either, but you'd never know it nice as I was to them."

"Hey!" Unity shrilled a moment later, and slapped George's arm.

"Took you long enough," George laughed.

"Well we didn't like you neither," Unity sniffed.

"Yeah," Harmony echoed.

"Lose the hat," George said, noticing Harmony wore her Papillion Plumbing baseball cap.

"Make me," Harmony smiled.

George reached for her and she backed up. He lunged for her and Harmony broke into a run, running for her bedroom.

He ran after her and at the last moment, she dodged into his room instead and George had to skid to a stop.

"Hah!" Harmony crowed as she jumped out of his bedroom and prepared to run back up the hall.

"Ha!" George crowed, grabbing her into a bear hug and lifting her off her feet.

"Now," he said, trying hard to hold the struggling, wiggling girl in one arm.

He managed to knock the hat off her head.

Harmony jammed her tongue into his mouth, hugging him tightly.

"I love you," she whispered into his ear, gave his ear lobe a gentle suck, and then wiggled out of his grasp.

She then quickly grabbed the hat, and put it back on her head.

"Sucker!" she laughed and ran away.

George walked into the living room, looked around, then looked at Unity, who sat on the couch, looking innocent.

"Where's your sister?" he asked.

"Don't know," she said.

"Unity," he said sternly.

"Mister Papillion," she answered.

He heard Harmony in his office and whirled around and entered his office.

"What?" Harmony said, laughing.

Harmony no longer wore the hat.

"Uh huh," he smiled.

"I don't have the hat," she said backing away from his advance.

"But I do!" Unity crowed, running past the office door.

"Damn it!" George laughed, realizing that Unity had been wearing the hat the whole time he'd been looking at her.

He found Unity cowering in his bathroom, nearly convulsed in laughter.

"So, are you ticklish?" he asked, approaching her.

"No!" she shrieked.

"Sounds to me like you are," he said, making tickling motions with his hands.

"No, no, here!" Unity screamed, flinging the hat at him.

"No; not about the hat no more," George said, reaching out for her.

"No, no, I'm pee myself, please don't," Unity screamed.

"Are YOU ticklish?" Harmony asked from behind him.

"Afraid not," George lied.

"Oh?" Harmony said, reaching up and grazing his ribs with her fingers.

"Damn it!" George protested, trying to jerk away.

"Ah ha!" Unity screamed in triumph.

"No, no, damn it! Fuck!" George bellowed as Harmony and Unity sandwiched him, fingers everywhere.

He struggled but the two girls wrestled him and he fell to the floor of the bathroom.

"Aw, is him ticklish?" Unity taunted, wiggling on top of him.

"Uh huh, you are too!" George said and grabbed her.

"No!" Unity screamed as he managed to get to her arm pits.

"Oh no you don't!" Harmony said, attacking his arm pits.

"Damn it!" George protested.

"No fair!" he complained when Harmony ceased her attack. "Two against one!"

"Love you," Unity said, leaning forward and giving him a soft kiss on his lips.

"Love you too," he admitted and gave her a loving slap on her rump.

Unity ground her crotch one last time; she'd been wiggling and rubbing her crotch against his throbbing erection the whole time, gave it one last wiggle, then got off of him.

"Love you," Harmony said softly, gave him a kiss, and then followed her sister out of his bathroom.

After a moment, George slowly got off the bathroom floor, closed and locked his bathroom door, and pulled his aching cock out of his jeans.

Chapter 6

"All right y'all," George said as he entered the house. "Let me get cleaned up, mother fucker, had a clogged toilet, shit everywhere, God damned mess."

"Ew!" Harmony screwed up her face, putting her feet on the floor.

"I think I'd die," Unity agreed, slowly pulling out of her split.

"Y'all get dressed; we're going to the Dead End; red beans and rice on Mondays," George called out as he pulled the tee shirt over his head.

"Both girls were dressed in nice shorts and their Papillion Plumbing tee shirts, Nike tennis shoes and Papillion Plumbing baseball caps.

"Damn it, what'd I tell you about those hats?" he smiled.

"Make me," Harmony taunted, getting in his face.

"Damn it, you're too pretty hide behind the hat, silly bitch," he said, kissed her on her lips and tossed the cap onto the couch.

"And you too," he said, grabbing Unity, picking her up and cradling her. "Lose the hat."

He kissed her on her smiling lips, put her back down and tossed her cap onto the couch.

"Damn it!" he laughed, seeing that Harmony had her hat back on.

"What's it going to take?" he asked.

"I don't know," Harmony said in a little girl voice, a hand lazily rubbing one of her breasts.

"Come on; line for them beans starts at eleven thirty; when they're out, they're out," George said, yanked the hat off Harmony's head and gave her a quick peck on her lips.

There were three stools at the bar itself and George quickly grabbed them, plopping a girl on either side of him.

"This here's Rosy; she owns the bar," George said, pointing to the heavy set woman that ladled out their red beans and rice.

"They're thinking they might want to dance here," he said as she quickly put the three heaping plates down in front of them.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, appraising them with a practiced eye.

"Yes ma'am," Harmony said when George nudged her.

"All right, let me tell you," Rosy said and launched into her spiel.

George ate while Rosy filled Harmony and Unity in on what could and could not be done, what was expected of them.

"Any drugs? You're out of here; had a girl die last year, OD'ed in the bathroom; ain't going through that shit again," Rosy said sternly. "Fighting? I don't give a shit that started it, I'm finishing it and that means both of y'all are out of here. I'm not your momma. This is big boy and big girl world, time for y'all to grow the fuck up and act your age; any questions?"

"And we got to bring our own music?" Unity asked.

"Yeah, Got to be at least fifteen minutes long, you know, four, five songs," Rosy softened her harsh tone. "Don't try getting cute and putting only ten, eleven minutes; next girl's got to have time get her shit together, get ready to go on, you know?"

"And we can't show no nips or..." Harmony asked.

"It's the law, Honey," Rosy smiled.

"But I'm all right with..." Harmony protested.

"It's the law, Honey," Rosy repeated.

She pointed to the end of the bar where her husband, Deputy Orville Jackson sat.

"We're being monitored, all right?" she asked.

"Told you," George said, scraping the last of his meal into his mouth.

"Fill these out, bring them back, along with valid state IDs," Rosy said, slapping two employment applications down as Harmony and Unity finished their meals.

"Come on," George said, herding them to his car.

"Where we going?" Unity asked when he passed their street.

"Elegante," he said.

The Dead End had been clean, the lighting had been low level, and the music had been loud but not overbearing. Elegante's carpet was stained, torn, and filthy. There was the usual stench of beer, cigarette smoke, stale perfume, and urine. The lighting was harsh in areas, non-existent in others, and the music was harsh, grating. If Harmony had not recognized the lyrics, she would not have been able to tell what song was playing. 




Uneducated 01



The girl that bumped, wiggled, and swung around, almost drunkenly to the song did not smile. Finally, the song ended and she gathered up clothing and tips and stomped off the stage.

"Hey, buy me a drink?" a Latin girl asked George as he herded Harmony and Unity to a table.

"I would, but these two might get mad," he lied, smiling tightly.

Another song started and again, it was only the garbled lyrics that told Harmony what song was playing. A Latin girl came out to weak applause from the three men that sat near the stage.

"And your wife used to dance here?" Unity asked, clutching onto George's arm.

"Wasn't this big a shit hole back then," George agreed and held up three fingers to the bartender.

"I don't like beer," Harmony complained when the three mugs of beer were put down in front of them.

"Only thing's not watered down," George said.

A moment later, a fat, balding man waddled out of the rear of the blub, followed by a sullen looking Asian girl.

"George!" Vinnie called out in mock cheerfulness and walked over to the table.

"Vinnie!" George called back.

The two gave each other manly hugs and back slaps.

"Man, losing weight? My hands almost touched," George teased.

"Aw, kiss my ass," Vinnie forced himself to laugh.

"And who are these two lovely women?" Vinnie leered at Harmony and Unity.

"My roommates," George said. "Harmony and Unity."

"Hey, hey, ever get tired of his stinking up the place, you still playing in other people's shit, right? Y'all two can come be my roommates," Vinnie leered.

George fought down the urge to punch the man's smirking, leering face. That had been Vinnie's regular taunt when he'd been the DJ while Beulah danced. Beulah had often told Vinnie that at least her husband earned his own money, rather than depending on Daddy's money. But it was still a cutting, demeaning remark.

"Um, no thanks," Harmony said, shuddering.

George declined the offer of a second beer, claiming to have another service call, and ushered the two girls out into the bright sunlight.

"Seen enough, or y'all want to see one more place?" George asked, already pulling into the parking lot of Mickey's Lounge.

The lounge had seen better days, but was not as decrepit as Elegante had been. An Asian girl danced very badly to 'Addicted to Love' by Robert Palmer.

"Can't dance," Harmony noted.

"No one cares," George smiled at the tired looking waitress. "Just a coke for me, girls?"

"Same, Unity agreed, having a headache from the loud music and beer from Elegante.

"Yeah," Harmony echoed.

"Y'all cops?" the waitress asked, suddenly very alert.

"No, why?" George answered.

The bartender looked over suspiciously when the waitress told him what the three newcomers had asked for.

A blonde that had seen better days followed the Asian girl and smiled in appreciation as two Latin men applauded her appearance.

"Now, she can dance," Harmony observed as the woman moved to The Eagles' 'Life in the Fast Lane.'

"Buy me drink?" the Asian dancer asked George.

"No," Harmony answered for George.

The girl ignored Harmony and stared expectantly at George.

"You heard my girlfriend; she said 'No,'" George smiled.

"We go?" Unity asked after finishing her glass of flat cola.

"Absolutely," George agreed.

"They left, ignoring the glares of the waitress, bartender, and Asian girl.

"So, still think y'all might want to dance?" George asked as he pulled up to the house.

"Not at Elegante or Mickey's," Harmony said.

"Dead End's a whole lot nicer," Unity agreed.

"And when I become your girlfriend?" Harmony teased George.

He ignored her and walked to his van.

"Got a call to make, see y'all later," he said.

He went to the customer's house, gave what he felt was a fair estimate for what she wanted and nodded in agreement when the woman said she would have to wait for her husband to approve the estimate.

"That's fine," he agreed. "He has any questions, tell him give me a call."

He let himself into the house and found Harmony and Unity at the table, filling out their applications.

"We put this as our address?" Harmony demanded.

"Uh, where y'all living?" he asked her and noticed that Unity had a pound of ground beef defrosting.

"Spaghetti," she answered before he could ask.

"Tell her you want them meatballs," Harmony demanded.

"Want them meatballs," George agreed.

"But we're just staying here until..." Unity asked.

"Until y'all move out, I guess," George admitted.

"Okay," Unity said and scribbled out the address on the application.

"In case of emergency..." Harmony asked out loud.

"Put me, I suppose," George said and got himself a can of beer out of the refrigerator.

"Relation?" Unity asked, scribbling his name.

"Friend, huh," George offered.

Unity looked up, looked at him for a long moment, and then looked back down at the application.

Chapter 7

"When we can go to the Dead End?" Harmony demanded before George even finished his first cup of coffee.

"Y'all got your music?" he asked. "And your outfits?"

"Yeah," Unity said and rattled off the names of the CDs they planned to bring.

"All right, stop for just a minute and think," George said. "We went to three different places; y'all hear any BeeYotchAy? Y'all hear any Miley Syphilis?"

"Be who?" Harmony asked, confused.

"BeeYotchAy; the ignorant bitch married Lay Z, had that kid, named it after her favorite way of doing dope?" George clarified.

"Beyoncé?" Unity asked.

By now, they were somewhat used to George's intentional butchering of names. If they asked him who was playing, instead of saying 'The Steelers and the Bills,' George would say 'The Kneelers and the Pills.' 

"What I said, BeeYotchAy," George smiled as Harmony and Unity shook their heads.

"Well?" George asked again.

"Well what?" Unity asked.

"Did y'all hear any of that shit? Y'all hear any Taylor Slit? Or that little Canadian pussy, Justine Beaver?"

"Who?" Unity asked.

"Justine Beaver, Usher's little fucktoy," George said.

"Justin Bieber?" Harmony asked.

"Same thing," George smiled.

"And I like Taylor Swift," Unity defended.

"Taylor Slit is to music what The Colonel is to fine dining. Over processed with no nutritional value whatsoever," George said. "Same thing with Miley Syphilis; bet her daddy's rolling in his grave."

"Miley Cyrus's daddy's not dead," Unity said.

"Oh? Just his career, huh?" George said, smirking.

"And Beyoncé is about empowering women," Harmony defended.

"Don't even kid yourself; she's about empowering her bank account," George said.

He poured himself another cup of coffee.

"But stop and think; y'all hear any of that shit?" he asked, sitting back down.

"No, I don't think so," Harmony admitted.

"But I like, I mean, we got to dance to it," Unity said.

"Uh huh, and we got to listen to it," George said and reached over to tousle her hair, which earned him a slap from her.

He sipped his coffee then speared another sausage link.

"Who you dancing for?" he asked them.

"What you mean? We're dancing for money," Harmony said.

"Uh huh, and who's money would that be?" he asked.

"I don't know," Harmony said.

"'Uh, that would be mine," George told her. "And my money stays in my wallet y'all play that shit. Y'all want to dance to that shit, dance to it at home. You want my money; you dance to tunes I want to hear."

"Okay, like what?" Unity asked.

He rattled off a few songs, but because of his penchant for butchering names, they weren't sure if he was actually naming any songs or not.

"We got that stuff?" Unity asked.

"WE don't have any of that stuff," George said.

"Do YOU have that stuff?" Harmony asked, smiling.

"Well, now that you mention it, yes I do," George said.

"And may WE use that stuff?" Unity asked.

He finished his breakfast in two bites then got to his feet. They followed him into the living room. Unity made a face as he searched through his CDs; they'd looked through his CD collection the very first day he'd left them alone in his house and determined that they did not like anything he had.

"And this, and..." he mused aloud then turned his stereo on.

He skipped ahead a few tracks and Van Halen's 'Drop Dead Legs' boomed out.

"All right, let's see the moves," he said.

Both girls shrugged and began to dance. They both stopped when they saw him shaking his head 'No.'

"Girls, girls, stop and think for just a minute," he said, turning down the sound of the stereo. "Anything y'all was doing going to make me want to fuck you? Anything you doing going to make me want to take you out back and do nasty ass things with you?"

"Well...." Harmony mused.

"Um...." Unity mused.

"Only thing I'm going to drop a five or a ten into the jar is if I see something I like," George explained. "You know? Something that gets my motor running."

He slapped them both on their rumps, making their butterfly tattoos jiggle.

"Yeah, y'all are cute, but remember? I got two cute girls living with me. Y'all need to make me think I got a shot with you, that you're freaks that'll do some pretty fucked up stuff with me. The kind of shit them two girls I got living with me won't do," he tried to explain.

"How you know we won't do them things?" Harmony challenged, thrusting her chest into his belly.

"Oh, the two girls I got living with me are such innocent little angels! Why, just the thought of intercourse would make them faint," he sighed dramatically. "But you two? You look downright sinful! Two dirty little girls, two nasty little sluts."

"Hey!" Unity protested.

"We're not sluts!" Harmony shrilled.

"Never said y'all were," George said. "But you want my money? Need to make me think you are, that y'all are nothing but hos wanting you some nasty dick."

"More importantly," he said, grabbing his crotch. "Need me to think it's MY nasty dick y'all are hungry for."

"We are..." Harmony cooed, batting her eyes at him.

"Then show me," he said and found the song again and turned it up.

This time, they did put a little more emphasis on striking more seductive poses, thrusting their buttocks and breasts in his direction.

"Might want to smile; looks like y'all are trying to hold back some heavy duty diarrhea there," he suggested and the two girls laughed out loud.

They continued to dance, getting into the groove.

"No, no, see, that's how them two little darlings I got living with me, that's how they smile," George said.

"What? That's how I smile," Unity protested.

"Exactly," George said. "Need to smile like a ho."

"How's a ho smile?" Harmony asked, flinging her shirt at him.

"Mostly bottom teeth, no top ones," George said and demonstrated.

"No, what? Why?" Unity asked.

"Not really sure, but that photographer? That's what he told Beulah; smile with the bottom teeth, act like you got something in your top ones you don't want me to see, you know, like your girlfriend's pubic hair," George instructed.

"Gross!" Harmony screeched.

"Mr. Papillion!" Unity protested.

"We can go to the Dead End when y'all are ready," George said, getting to his feet.

"And y'all ain't ready yet," he said and flung Harmony's tee shirt back at her.

"Leave them songs out for us; we'll be ready by the time you're back," Unity challenged.

"Uh huh," George said and wrote down a list of ten songs on the back of one of his business envelopes.

"There," he said, handing Unity the envelope. "That's two sets of about fifteen minutes; remember, Rosy said about fifteen minutes, right?"

"All right, got to practice smiling, moving, and taking it off, right?" Harmony counted out.

"Right," he said, grabbed his laptop computer and printer and prepared to leave the house.

"Practice making me think you ain't nothing but a nasty little ho," he said, kissing Unity on her lips.

"And that you ready to do some pretty fucked up freaky shit with me," he said, kissing Harmony.

"Beulah's discs are on the TV, y'all need to look at them," he said and closed the door behind himself.

He had three service calls, eating lunch between call two and three.

He returned at four thirty and found two subdued girls sitting on the couch. Both were wearing their Papillion Plumbing caps.

"You right, we ain't ready," Unity said.

"Wow, let me get my calendar," George said tiredly. "For on this day, a woman did admit that a man was right."

"We're almost ready," Harmony defended.

"Tuesday; that's country fried steak day; they're probably already out," George mused. "But those burgers are killer."

"But I got pork chops out," Unity said.

"Oh, okay, I'm not wasting food," George said.

"But we can get a couple of Tequila Sunrises after?" Harmony asked,

"Yeah, sounds good now lose the hats," George said.

He came out of his shower and found Harmony sitting on his bed. She still had on the baseball cap and was looking at the floor.

"Hey!" he protested, pulling the towel a little tighter around himself.

"Mr. Papillion, you think... I mean, I don't think we can," Harmony faltered.

"We ain't going to be no good at dancing," Unity admitted from the door of his bedroom.

"Y'all do fine," George countered. "Now, get out of my room, huh?"

"I mean, I tried..." Harmony said.

"Me too," Unity said.

"But I just looked stupid trying get out my clothes," Harmony admitted.

"That sewing machine I had to drag over here, that thing work?" George asked.

When Ryan Thibodeaux, the owner of the rental house had finalized the eviction process against Jack and Donna Kohl, waiting the required thirty days, George had persuaded him to allow him to salvage what items the girls wanted. His office now housed those meager possessions; one of which was an old sewing machine.

"Yeah," Unity said.

"See?" George said, slipping on a pair of boxer shorts on underneath his towel, and then pulling on a tattered old tee shirt. "That's what I meant when I asked if y'all had outfits."

"I was just going to wear tee shirt and shorts; you kind of like that," Harmony admitted.

"I like that because you're my girls; you're in my house," George said.

"We're your girls, huh?" Unity smiled.

"But dancing? Kind of need to really ramp it up, kind of put it on display," George said, pulling on his ripped up shorts and ushering the two out of his bedroom.

"We go to the Dead End, you are not wearing that," Harmony said.

"Uh, you paying?" George asked.

"Please, Mr. Papillion?" Unity asked sweetly.

"Fine, fine, can't believe," he grumbled.

The three made the dinner together, cleaned up the kitchen together, then Unity went to George's room to help him pick out something suitable to wear. Harmony selected something for herself and something for her sister. George had to smile; for a bar, Unity picked out a dress shirt and would have picked out dress slacks, but acquiesced that jeans were fine, as long as the shoes were polished.

Harmony selected very short skirts and button up blouses for them, along with high heeled pumps.

"Now, this is homework," George said as he pulled open the door of the bar. "Pay attention. Music, moves, clothes. And don't just sit there saying 'she can't dance.' Watch what she's doing, even if she can't dance."

Dallas, a tall, leggy blonde with bland good looks served them their drinks and smiled vacantly.

"Those are hooks!" Unity said when an Asian girl dropped her leopard print blouse to the floor.

"Bingo," George said. "Bet they skirt's the same."

"God, hate this song!" Harmony complained as Van Halen's 'Jump' started to play.

"What? Seriously?" George asked. "How can you hate this? It's a flipping classic!"

He put his hand on her thigh and squeezed it affectionately.

"No one cares you hate it," he said and kissed her cheek. "But look around; most of the guys here think it's a fun little tune even if David Lee Rotten is a total douche."

She rested her head on his shoulder, nodding in agreement.

"She probably hates it too," George went on, nodding to the Asian girl. "Probably heard it a million times. But she knows that's the kind of stuff I want to hear, not Selena Go Away, or Justin Drown in a Lake."

"How about Celine Dion?" Unity smiled, resting her head on his other shoulder.

"Who? Celine Die, die, damn it, just die?" George asked.

"You're so funny," Harmony said and kissed his cheek.

"Uh huh," George said.

"Ready for another?" Dallas asked.

"Yeah, one more," George agreed as a petite red head bounced out to 'Supervixen' by Garbage.

THE END of 'Uneducated 01'

**Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure. I post them here for your enjoyment. A sincere 'Thank You' for reading my stories.

Disclaimers. Yes, I need an Editor. Well aware of that. And by now you should be well aware I will not be getting one. 

Yes, it jumps around too much.

Yes, it's too long.

Yes, there's too many people to keep track of.

Yes, it's in the wrong category.

Yes, it's stupid shit.

And, yes, I suck.

Feel better?

And you have a super fizzy kind of a day.



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

Chapter 8

Harmony and Unity obviously did their homework; George came home to find Unity swiveling her perfect little ass to Doro's Kiss Me like a Cobra, and unhooking her faux leather bra. She gave one wild swing to her hair, tousling it wildly, and then squatted, swaying her hips from side to side as 'Swarmed' by Sinergy began.

Harmony stood to the side, policeman's cap on her head, light blue blouse straining at the buttons and short dark blue skirt barely covering her mound.

They both smiled when they saw George and he smiled back.

When the song ended, Unity was in thong, pasties, and thigh high faux leather boots.

George lightly slapped Unity's butterfly tattoo and went into his office. Unity and Harmony nodded their heads at each other in unison and Harmony turned on her black patent leather pumps.

"Mr. Papillion, I ask you something?" Harmony asked, coming into his office.

"Sure, what's up?" he asked, looking up from his Quicken work sheet.

"I was, um, you know, you're always saying we're pretty and..." Harmony faltered.

"Beautiful," George corrected. "I tell you and your sister y'all are beautiful."

"Beautiful," harmony repeated. "But why you don't, I mean, we're right here and half the time we're practically naked..."

"Half?" George snorted. "Uh, try ALL the time."

"Why you don't ever, you know why you don't ever fuck us?" Harmony asked.

"Uni, get in here," George said and Unity eased in from where she'd been listening.

"That. Right there," George said. "That's part of the reason."

"What?" Unity asked.

"God damn, y'all got the bodies; y'all don't think I want to? I mean, fuck! Y'all are beautiful; y'all are sexy as hell..."

"Then why you don't..." Harmony pressed.

"But I'm twice your age and y'all got some serious growing up to do," George said.

"What you mean?" Harmony challenged, face twisting into anger.

"See?" George said. "See? Right there. I make one little criticism and you're already pouting."

"But Mr. Papillion..." Unity interjected.

"And that," George pointed to Unity. "Mister Papillion. My name is George, but just like two little kids y'all keep calling me Mr. Papillion. Hell, Papillion's not even my name; it's Papil."

HE put his hand on Harmony's hip and pulled her to him. He gave her a soft kiss on her lips, and then playfully pinched her rump through her skirt.

"Think I like giving my little Mr. George brush burns? I would love to just grab one of y'all and do some serious pounding," he said.

He pulled Unity to him and gave her a kiss.

"But then I'd feel all guilty afterward and might even lose y'all as friends and it's just not worth it," he said, rubbing her smooth rump.

"We wouldn't..." Harmony protested.

"Come on, Mony," Unity interrupted, pulling her sister out of the office.

"What? Why'd you..." Harmony started to screech.

Unity put her hand over her sister's mouth.

"Yelling and getting all pissed off's just showing him he's right; we're just a couple of stupid kids," Unity said, taking her hand off her sister's mouth.

Harmony thought about it for a moment, and then solemnly nodded her head in agreement.

She went to the stereo, found her 'Harmony—Police Outfit' disc and put it into the CD player. Unity pulled the tab on her 'Boots' and the faux leather sleeves she'd fashioned came off, leaving her in just her four inch heels.

She got her next outfit, a very short 'wedding dresses and white fishnet stockings, garter belt and strapless bra and waited for Harmony to finish.

"Oh, cool!" she laughed when Harmony took off the blue bra, revealing two 'detective shields' covering her nipples.

"Like that?" Harmony laughed.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," George sighed appreciatively as he walked through the living room to the door.

Harmony thrust her pubic mound forward, running her 'police baton' up and down her cloth covered crotch.

"Where you going?" Unity asked, finding her 'Unity—White Wedding' disc.

"Digging ditches; want to come?" George asked.

Both girls looked at each other; neither girl wanted to go.

"Yeah, give me a second," Harmony finally said.

"Uh huh," George smirked.

"Mist... George?" Unity called out.

"Yeah?" he asked, hand on the door.

"We got our checks other day; what we owe you for rent?" she asked.

Harmony shot her sister a glare, and then realized what her sister was doing.

"Yeah, George, what's our half?" she asked.

"Let me think about it," George said and left the house.

"And Momma said she wanted barbeque Sunday; you find out what's open then," Unity ordered her sister as Billy Idol's 'White Wedding started.

Harmony found George's white pages and looked through it, finally finding Back Yard BBQ. The quarter page ad showed that they were not open on Sundays. 'World Famous' however, was open.

"World Famous, on nineteen," Harmony reported.

"EW, they suck; Back Yard's not open?" Unity asked, now down to white bra and panties.

"Bet white shoes would d a lot better with that," Harmony observed.

"We got any?" Unity asked, dropping bra to the floor.

"No," Harmony admitted. "And, no, Back Yard's not open."

"What about in Elgee?" Unity asked, strutting around, and then dropping panties to the floor, leaving her in lacy thong, lacy pasties, and garter belt and stockings.

For her finishing flourish, she turned and shook her rear end, making her cheeks dance.

"Damn; you're a lot better at that than I am," Harmony admitted.

"Let me see what's in Elgee; I mean, going to World Famous, Elgee's like what? A couple more miles?" Unity said, gathering up her clothes.

"You think we're going to be okay?" Harmony asked, letting her fears come out.

"Better be; Mr. Pap... George like loaned us a shit load of money make these," Unity said, indicating their outfits.

Harmony put on a straw cowboy hat, gingham blouse knotted under her heavy breasts, and very short, frayed jean shorts.

"Boots would look..." Unity suggested.

"And we got them!" Harmony said, running to their bedroom.

Not finding a phone book for St. Ann (even though it was in the next drawer of the end table, Unity went into George's office and turned on the computer.

"Yeah, y'all open Sunday?" Harmony heard her sister ask as Shania twain's 'Leave Me Breathless' began to blare.

"Okay, Cowboy's and Big Daddy's are both open and they both open at eleven; that gives us plenty of time get there and get back," Unity said as Harmony gyrated in just hat, boots, pasties and thong, legs spread wide. "What song is that?"

"Up Against the Wall, Red Neck; isn't about stupid?" Harmony laughed.

"You right, it's pretty stupid," Unity agreed. "But Mist... George said it ain't about what we like; it's about what they like."

"And...." Harmony said, turned and bent over, the top of her head nearly touching the floor.

She slapped her buttocks loudly, and then stood again just as the song ended.

"Hat didn't..." Unity remarked.

"Pinned on there," Harmony said, showing Unity the hair pins.

"Know what? I think we about ready," Unity declared.

"Nurse, cow girl, cop, animal print..." Harmony went down the list of outfits she had.

"Don't forget biker babe, bride..." Unity threw in.

"Yeah, I think we're about ready," Harmony agreed.

"All right; you hungry? Looking up them Barbeque places got me hungry," Unity said.

"Clark's?" Harmony asked hopefully.

George would have laughed; the two got dressed up to go to the drive-in diner.

Just before pulling into the diner, though, Harmony suddenly accelerated past the diner.

"Got them applications?" she asked before Unity could protest.

"Yeah, put them in here when we thought we were ready," Unity said, popping opens the small console.

"George wants us to start acting grown up," Harmony said. "Well, grownups wouldn't wait for him to take us to the Dead End; they'd just go."

"Wow, for one of them there dyslexics, you're pretty smart," Unity teased.

"Well, thank you!" Harmony replied, smirking at her 'dyslexic' sister.

Rosy smiled as the two girls entered and hopped up onto bar stools.

"Thought y'all gave up on us," she remarked.

"No ma'am; we been practicing," Harmony admitted.

"Really? Well, well!" Rosy said, skimming over their applications.

"Um..." she said when she saw that neither girl had written anything under 'Employment History.'

"I know, I know, it looks bad," Unity quickly said. "We've never worked anywhere before, but I swear, we'll really try."

"Hey, got to start somewhere, right?" Rosy said and nodded. "All right, how 'bout you two be here eleven o'clock, Monday morning?"

"You mean...?" Harmony said, smiling happily.

"Like I said, got to start somewhere, right?" Rosy said and shook Harmony's offered hand.

"Oh thank you!" Unity gushed, shaking the large woman's hand.

"Uh huh, see if you saying 'thank you' after seven hours of bouncing around," Rosy smiled.

Angela Brandt, a petite red head smiled at the two sisters as she poured herself a diet coke.

"Y'all going to work here?" she asked pleasantly in a squeaky little voice.

"Start on Monday," Harmony said proudly.

"Miss Rosy?" Angela asked.

"Yeah?" Rosy asked as she plopped the two meatloaf with red gravy platters down in front of the sisters.

"I work Monday day too?" Angela asked.

"Thought you wanted... Yeah, you know what? That's not a bad idea," Rosy agreed.

"This here's Angela; she's your new boss," Rosy made the introductions.

Rosie's grandfather, the real owner of the Dead End, had been telling her that she needed a manager to help with the girls; now that they had over twenty girls working; seven waitresses and fifteen; now seventeen dancers with Harmony and Unity on board, Rosy needed an extra set of eyes and hands. At thirty four, Angela Brandt was the oldest and the most experienced. Angela had also worked there before the fire destroyed the old bar, back when it had been a biker bar.

But Angela had kicked both heroin habit and old boyfriend to the curb and had come back to work for the Dead End. Even though Rosy didn't ask for it, Angela showed her the quarterly drug screenings her probation officer demanded.

"Really think the mother fucker just gets off on watching me piss in the cup," Angela laughed. "But Miss Rosy, I'm clean, see?"

Rosy made the snap decision; Angela would manage the dancers and she would manage the waitresses.

"All right, when I say 'jump,' you say 'how high?'" Angela barked in her squeaky voice.

Harmony and Unity looked at each other, not sure what to do. Angela burst into merry laughter and patted their hands.

"Just kidding," she giggled, and then looked over at the stage where Shelly, a pudgy Latin woman was down to bra and thong. "Shit! I'm up next, see you!"

She hurriedly drank her diet cola down, and then scampered away.

"She's got the most experience; she knows what to do and not to do," Rosy explained and put the charge slips in front of them for their meals.

"She's got... How old is she?" Unity asked looking at the door that Angela had disappeared through.

"Older than she looks and younger than she acts," Rosy laughed.

Angela had been the one dancer that both Unity and Harmony agreed; she could dance. And they had both admired her outfits. George had pointed out, while most of the girls came out in the same outfits over and over, Angela seemed to have on something different each time she came out.

She also had that 'Ho' smile that George had told them about.

The two sisters ate their lunches and watched Angela in the mirror over the bar. As if she sensed their eyes on her, she looked over and gave them a full mouthed smile, then dropped her upper lip to smile at a man as he dropped a bill into her tip jar.

"Uh huh," Harmony nodded as Angela dropped her top to the ground, still giving the ho smile to the customer.

Harmony jerked slightly as her cell phone rang. She dug it out of her purse and looked at the text message.

"George says the po-po are at the house asking for us," she told Unity, showing her sister the text message.

"You u think they found See?" Unity asked hopefully.

"God I hope so," Harmony said.

Harmony sent George a text, letting him know where they were and put the phone on the bar as she scraped the last of the green beans onto her fork.

She looked at the cell phone expectantly as she finished her soda.

She and Unity had owned two shoddy cell phones with exorbitant plans when they'd moved in with George. He'd taken one look at their phones and at their bills and shook his head in disgust.

"How long you got on them phones?" he asked.

"Johnson's is month to month," Unity said.

"Well, this is your last month with them, hear?" George had said.

He'd taken them to PC Nation, added them to his plan and given them two sleek Android cell phones.

"Unlimited text, unlimited local and long distance," he said

The few friends they talked with and swapped texts with had wondered why they suddenly had new phone numbers; George refused to pay the ridiculous fees Johnson's and PC Nation wanted to charge to transfer the old phone numbers. The friends had been impressed with the new phones, and had been shocked to find out how much money they were saving by switching.

"But y'all don't have no credit, huh?" they'd asked.

"I love him," Harmony suddenly said, looking at her sister.

"What? Who?" Unity asked, looking around the darkened bar to see who Harmony might be talking about.

"Mister, I mean George," Harmony admitted.

"Me too!" Unity snapped.

Unfortunately, the two police officers, Officers Mike Stevens and Becky Yuma, did not have any new leads; they just wanted to question the girls again to see they might have thought of anything new.

"You find her, please let her know we miss her," Unity sobbed out.

George smiled sadly; he'd had to remind the two to look through Serenity's things when Ryan told them to take what they wanted out of the house. Now, a few months later, they were realizing how much they did love their baby sister.

After the two police officers left, Harmony looked up at George.

"We um, we went to the Dead End and put in our applications," she said.

"Oh yeah?" George asked, already tapping out the phone number for his next client.

"Yeah; we start on Monday," Unity admitted.

"Oh, um, well," George said, waiting for his client to answer.

He verified her address, verified the nature of service needed, and ended the call.

"Monday, huh?" he asked. "Hmm, might have to stop by for some red beans and rice," he agreed.

"You think we're ready?" Harmony blurted out, earning a disapproving look from Unity.

"Think y'all are definitely ready to at least try," George agreed.

"Think we're ready?" Unity mocked under her breath as George walked to the front door.

"Shut up!" Harmony shrilled.

"Way to show him we're grown up; asking him if he thinks we're ready," Unity snapped at her the minute the door closed behind George.

Harmony didn't answer, just stomped away.

Each day that brought them closer to Monday, Unity and Harmony grew more nervous. They beamed with pride when George complimented them on finding out that Cowboy's BBQ was open on Sunday and drove them out there, got the five pulled pork sandwiches and refused their offers to pay for the meals.

"Five?" Harmony asked when she counted the Styrofoam boxes.

"Y'all said Bubba wanted one, right?" George asked.

"Thank you, George," Unity said from the rear seat of the car and patted his arm in gratitude.

Again, even though he could have gone inside, even though both Harmony and Unity asked him to come inside, George sat out in his car and played Scrabble on his phone and listened to the Saints football game on the radio while waiting for the girls.

"What?" he yelled at his phone. "That is not a real word, bitch! You're making that shit up! A fish native to Rumania, my fucking ass, cheater!"

"You do know it can't hear you, right?" Harmony asked as she got into the car.

"It can hear me," George grumbled. "It just don't fucking care; now, come on, the Taints are finally looking like they care whether or not they win."

Bubba said to tell you thank you," Unity said as she slithered into the rear seat.

"Yeah, Momma said thank you too," Harmony agreed.

Whether the Saints cared about winning or not, they lost and George ranted and screamed at the television until Harmony put a small hand on his chest.

She smiled up at him then kissed him on his lips softly.

"They play again next week," she said, toyed with a button on his shirt, and then walked away.

"Now, come on; the Griefs are playing the Dead Batteries," Unity said, handing him another can of beer as the announcers talked about the upcoming game between the San Diego Chargers and the Kansas City Chiefs.

"Y'all have been living with me too long," he laughed.

"No," Unity corrected, giving him a quick peck on his lips.

"We just pay attention, Mr. George," she said, walking away, putting a little sway in her hips.

Unity found Harmony lying on their bed, watching a movie on the Lifetime Movie Channel.

"They didn't even ask about Jack," she said in a monotone voice. "Or See."

"Think if we'd known anything, we'd have said something," Unity said, flopping down on the bed next to her sister.

"Yeah, but they didn't even ask," Harmony said.

Unity didn't say anything, just scooted close to her sister, putting an arm over her sister's waist.

"I mean, yeah, if we knew something, we'd have said something, but Momma and Bubba didn't even ask," Harmony said and squeezed her sister's hand.

She twisted around and looked at Unity.

"I mean, shit! It's like see was never even there!" she spat bitterly.

And Unity had lied when she told George that Bubba had thanked them for the meal. Bubba had not; instead he demanded to know why he had not gotten one the previous week.

"Know what, Mother Fucker? You ain't getting one next week neither," Harmony finally yelled.

Bubba reared back to slug the impertinent little bitch but Sherriff Dick Davis was on his feet; hand on Bubba's arm within a millisecond.

Chapter 9

Harmony's first dance was nearly over before it even began; Harmony was petrified when Angela smiled, slapped her on her ass and said "You're up."

A man approached and dropped some money into the tip jar and Harmony nearly ran off the stage.

Somehow, she managed to finish the set and collapsed in tears afterward. Her sister and Angela both hugged her; both assured her she did fine.

"You ready?" Angela asked Unity when Tita, a rough looking Latin girl finished.

Unity set her jaw firmly, nodded her head 'Yes' and slipped her 'Unity-School Girl' CD into the player.

"Holy shit; look at that!" Kirsten, one of Rosie's cooks, said as Unity did a handstand, displaying full cotton briefs as her pleated skirt slid down.

One man peeled a ten dollar bill off, walked up to the edge of the stage and dropped it into the tip jar.

"Thankth, mither," Unity playfully lisped, noticing the lump in the man's dirty jeans.

"Uh yeah, yeah, sweet heart," he croaked as she slowly, seductively undid the buttons on her blouse.

He peeled off another twenty as she displayed virginal white bra.

"Ooh, Mither, thankth," she cooed and shook her ass at him, then did another handstand.

"Sit down, Virgil," one of the man's companions called out and Virgil slowly made his way back to the table.

"Ow, hurts just looking at that," Rosy said as Unity slid into a leg split, now dressed in just bra and full cotton briefs.

"Thankth, she again lisped as two men dropped a few bills into her jar.

"Aw fuck yeah," Mike Stevens, a black police officer said as Unity peeled down the full cotton briefs, displaying a lacy white thong underneath.




Uneducated 02



"In all the time I've known you, that's the first time I've ever heard you say anything," Rosy teased him as he stood up, fishing a ten dollar bill out of his pocket.

"Thankth, Awffither" Unity batted her eyes at him as she freed her Thirty four C sized breasts from the virginal white bra.

"Yeah, yeah," Mike smiled as she skipped away; dressed in only black and white saddle oxfords, white knee socks, lacy white thong and white pasties.

"Miss Rosy, Unity knows about the Hurricane Rooms?" Kirsten asked as Virgil stood in front of her, bank debit card in hand.

"Angela was supposed to tell them," Rosy agreed.

Kirsten explained the rules of the Hurricane Room; it was a thirty minute dance, he was not to touch the dancer, the dancers were private contractors, anything they did or did not do was solely the dancer's responsibility.

"Want to add a fifteen percent tip for the dancer?" Kirsten asked as she ran the man's debit card.

"Uh yeah, yeah, that'd be great," Virgil stammered.

"Room one," Kirsten said, giving him the charge slip and a pen.

"Told you, don't count that out here," Angela was hissing to Unity.

"Unity, Hurricane Room one," Rosy said, peering in the back room.

"Aw, you bitch!" Angela mock complained to Unity.

Twenty nine minutes later, Virgil staggered out to his truck, balls trained and bank account four hundred dollars lighter. His wife would be extremely agitated but until his wife learned how to give a hand job like Unity could, she could stay agitated as far as Virgil was concerned. Until his wife learned to act like seeing his cock was fascinating, until his wife learned to act like touching his cock was fun, she could just be pissed off.

"How'd you do it?" Harmony asked her sister just before she went out for her second set, dressed in gingham blouse knotted under her heavy breasts, cut off denim shorts and brown cowboy boots, cowboy hat firmly pinned to her head.

"Do what?" Unity asked, still feeling queasy over touching a man's cock.

"Dance," Harmony said urgently.

"That? Just pretended Mr. George was watching me, tried to get him to want me," Unity admitted. "Just showed him, I'm not the sweet little girl he thinks I am; I'm a nasty fucking slut."

Harmony thought of Mr. George and smiled as she felt her pussy get wet. She lowered her upper lip, gave Unity a nasty wink, and sauntered out onto the stage.

"That the same girl?" Angela asked no one in particular as Harmony claimed ownership of the stage, strutting around in boots, gingham blouse now fluttering open.

Man oh man," Mike encouraged as Harmony squatted, thighs spread wide.

"Twice, wow," Rosy teased, refilling his diet cola.

"You mean you don't say nothing when I'm up there?" Angela playfully pouted.

"Doesn't say shit," Rosy answered for him.

"Aw yeah!" more than one man hollered out as 'Up Against the Wall, Red Necks' began playing.

"Oh, no, I'LL spank that ass for you," one man declared as Harmony bent at the waist and gave her ass cheeks a loud slap just as the song ended.

The man wondered how he would justify the nearly six hundred dollars on his American Express card when the bill came in; his wife was diligent about their charges.

"Fuck her," he thought as he staggered out to the BMW.

"Two hundred?" Unity whispered as Harmony told her how much she'd made. "For a tit fuck?

"Blew his mind they're real," Harmony whispered back as Unity put the wedding veil on her head.

"Steve, need to get in here; I need get the fuck on out of here," Mike playfully complained into his shoulder mounted radio.

"But it's only... Miss Rosy still got any red beans and rice left?" Steve responded.

"Yes," Rosy called out as Unity hung upside down from the pole, extremely short 'wedding gown' sliding down, revealing white lace panties.

"Damn, she's good," Kirsten said.

"Thought you weren't into girls?" Angela asked, playfully slapping Kirsten's rear end.

"I'm not," Kirsten hotly denied.

"She is really good, though, isn't she?" Angela agreed.

"Yeah, I mean, she seems to know just what they want," Kirsten agreed, nodding toward the room of men.

"Wait, what's she doing?" Rosy asked as Unity crooked her finger, beckoning an obscenely overweight man toward the stage.

"Be a sweetie and unzip me?" Unity husked to the sweating man, arms looped around his nonexistent neck.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, sure," he stammered as she turned around, indicating the zipper.

"Thanks, Baby," Unity said when the zipper was below her bra.

The man gulped in air, fished a twenty dollar bill out and dropped it in the jar.

"Un fucking believable; that's why you needed to get the fuck on out of here?" Officer Steven Hebert laughed, watching the display.

"Uh huh, wait until you see the other new one," Mike said, getting to his feet, eyes never leaving the stage.

"Y'all did great; think y'all are back tomorrow?" Angela asked as six o'clock loomed close.

"Yeah," an exhausted Harmony answered for the both of them.

"Hey, so how was it?" George asked them as the sisters staggered outside.

Suddenly, Unity was overcome with shame at the things she had done in the Hurricane Rooms and burst into tears at the sight of George's smiling face.

"I'm a fucking whore," she sobbed as George hugged her to him.

"No you're not," he soothed, rocking her slightly.

"How'd, where's your van?" Harmony asked as George helped Unity into the rear of the Toyota.

"Walked; figured y'all would be too wiped out to drive; dancing's hard work," George replied.

"Boy, you not shitting!" Harmony tiredly agreed.

"Mr. George, you walked all the way here?" Unity asked, wiping at her eyes.

"Anytime y'all are dancing, I'll come get y'all," George promised as he drove them home.

"Thanks, Mr. George," Harmony said, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Thanks, Mr. George," Unity echoed softly.

"Welcome," he smiled.

"First thing, y'all need to take a shower, whew!" he said as they staggered inside the house.

"Yeah, I don't know how anyone can stand all that cigarette smoke," Unity agreed tiredly.

"Y'all go get showered; I'll get dinner," George said.

"Thank you, Mr. George," Unity whispered and kissed him on his lips.

"Yeah, thanks," Harmony agreed and kissed him.

They showered off the stench of cigarette smoke, scrubbed off the heavy makeup and finally crawled out of the tub and slipped on the fluffy bathrobes Mr. George had bought for them.

"So how was it?" George again asked as he put the plates of chicken skillet nachos in front of them.

Both mumbled their responses, mumbled that they worked the lunch shift again.

"You are going back?" George questioned.

"Yeah, I mean, you know how much money we got?" Harmony answered.

"You," George tapped Unity's arm. "You going back?"

She looked away from him, face burning.

"I guess," she mumbled.

He pulled her to her feet and walked her into his office, sat at his desk and pulled her into his lap.

"What's wrong?" he quietly asked her.

"Mr. George, I fucking hate it!" she wailed. "I'm a fucking whore! I sucked off three, gave two of them hand jobs guys; I got money for sucking cock, I'm a fucking whore!"

"Hey, hey, my sweet little girl is not..." George soothed, kissing her on her cheek.

"I'm not! All right? I'm not your sweet little girl!" she screamed, wrestling herself out of his lap.

A moment later, he heard a door slam.

"I'll go talk to her," Harmony said quietly from the doorway of his office.

"Thanks," he said.

"Am I you sweet little girl?" Harmony asked, toying with one of his shirt buttons, not meeting his eyes.

"Absolutely," he said and kissed her on her forehead.

"Thanks, Mr. George," she sighed, hugging him.

"Welcome, Sweetie," he said and again kissed her forehead.

He cleaned the kitchen, looked outside and saw that the grass needed cutting but also saw that there was only about thirty minutes of daylight left.

"Mr. George?" Unity asked quietly from behind him.

"Yeah, Sweetie?" he asked, turning around.

She was ready for bed, dressed in her Papillion Plumbing tee shirt

"I'm sorry," she sniffed. "I am your sweet little girl, if you want me to be."

"Of course I want you to be," he assured her, hugging her tightly.

She tilted her head up and sucked a not-so-innocent kiss from him, then tottered away.

"Good night, Mr. George," she mumbled.

"Good night, Mr. George," Harmony said, also sucking on his tongue for a moment.

Whether it was innocent, or intentional, Harmony scratched her rear as she walked away, flashing her buttocks to him. He admired her purple butterfly, and then she turned and was gone.

Chapter 10

"Hey!" Angela greeted the sisters as they entered the rear of the bar.

The petite red head patted them on their arms.

"Wasn't sure y'all would be back," she admitted. "Saw y'all talking to your dad out in the parking lot; y'all looked pretty upset."

"That's not our dad," Harmony giggled.

"Like our dad would let us work here," Unity shook her head.

"Hey, my old man made me do it minute I got tits," Angela said, losing her smile.

She dropped her voice an octave.

"God gave you those fucking tits for a reason, stupid cunt; get your fucking ass out there and use them huh?" she snarled, slapping her fist into her hand.

Unity and Harmony stared at her in disbelief.

"Fuck; why you think I turned to brown?" she asked, pointing to an old scar on her forearm.

"Sorry," Unity mumbled.

"It's cool," Angela shrugged, smiling with her bottom teeth only. "Shit's in the past now, right?"

"Uh..." Harmony said, looking around at their surroundings.

"NO, no, fucking money I make now? That's my money. MY money, not my old man, not my boyfriend, mine," Angela snapped.

She pointed to her scar again.

"And it don't go in my arm neither," she said.

"Hey, who you?" a harsh looking black woman asked as she slammed the door shut.

"Why? Got a problem with them, huh?" Angela barked, getting in the larger woman's face.

"No, no, shit girl, just fucking asking, feel me?" Kenyata said, backing away.

In a fair fight, Kenyata could easily take Angela down; she had at least thirty pounds and at least five inches on the small red head. But Angela was not known for fighting fair. Angela was known to pick up chairs, stools, bricks, whatever she could lay her hands on. It was rumored that once her father had beaten her for not bringing home enough money for both of them to have heroin. She waited until his back was turned and split his head wide open with a baseball bat. Then took the syringe he'd just finished fixing and shot it up while he lay there, bleeding to death and begging her to help him.

She didn't know if that rumor was true or not, but Kenyata didn't want the same fate to happen to her.

"You white? Kenny don't like you," Angela snapped to Harmony and Unity, still glaring at the sullen black dancer. "Make more money than her? Kenny don't like you. Better dancer? Kenny don't like you."

"Kenny don't like nobody," Cheryl, the Asian American dancer said cheerfully, jerking her locker open.

"But Cheryl loves everybody," Rosy said, patting her hands dry as she walked through the room.

"Country Fried Steak day today?" Angela asked.

"Uh huh," Rosy agreed.

Cheryl might 'love everybody' according to Rosy, but when Brooke Robertson, one of the waitresses whispered something to the woman, the dancer's pretty features darkened and she snarled, "Tell that bitch she can die for all I care, hear?"

"Hey, hey, just telling you what she said," Brooke said, holding up a hand.

"Yeah, well, don't be telling me no more, huh?" Cheryl snapped and turned her back, pulling the leopard print bra over her breasts.

"Hi, y'all must be Harmony and Unity," Dallas, the long legged waitress smiled, holding out her hand. "Dallas Simone; how you doing?"

"Harmony," Harmony said and shook the woman's hand.

"Unity," Unity said, buttoning up her School Girl outfit.

'Okay, um, damn, there's no one here," Angela said as Shelley, a plump girl scurried into the rear. "Um, okay, I'll go on first, Shelley can go on second, then you, then Kenny..."

"Why I got to wait that..." Kenyata immediately began to argue.

"Be about twelve thirty; busiest time for the lunch crowd, but you don't want the good spot? No problem, hey Cheryl you go on after..." Angela barked.

"No, no, that's good," Kenyata quickly amended.

"Then Unity, then Cheryl, anybody got any questions?" Angela asked, then checked her own costume and grabbed a CD.

"Fuck!" the petite red head said. "I mean, there is NO ONE here!"

"When you putting on your outfit?" Kenyata demanded, looking at Harmony's men's' shirt.

"It's on," Harmony smiled.

Angela managed to get thirty four dollars by the time her set finished. She laughed when Shelley gave her a light slap on her bare buttocks, and then strolled out onto the small stage.

"Um, you need to get your outfit on," she said to Harmony.

"This is it," Harmony said.

"That?" Angela asked, hooking the red satin skirt around her waist. "Okay."

Shelley finished her set; Harmony put her 'Ho smile' in place, stuck her CD into the player and strolled out onto the stage.

"Aw fuck yeah," Officer Steve Hebert sighed appreciatively. 

The song was Simple Mind's 'Alive and Kicking' and Harmony smiled and undid one button on the shirt.

"Thanks Honey," she cooed when a patron dropped a ten into the tip jar.

"Damn," Angela said, then giggled as she watched Harmony's performance. 

By the end of the song, Harmony had undone all of the buttons and it fluttered open, flashing glimpses of her tassel covered breasts and panty covered crotch. Her tip jar was very nearly full and she smiled at each man and the one woman that put money into the jar.

"Kenny!" Cheryl screamed as the angry black woman reached out to turn off the stereo system.

"Oh, I was just..." Kenyata stammered, caught in the act.

"God damn, heard y'all all the way up front!" Angela barked, strolling into the room.

"Kenny was about to turn off the player," Cheryl accused.

"That true?" Angela demanded.

"Shit girl, I was just checking see how long I had until I'm up," Kenyata quickly lied.

"Bull fucking shit," Angela snapped. "That's her second song; you going to stand there and tell me you can't count to two?"

On the stage, Harmony had shrugged off the shirt and had tied the sleeves around her waist, creating a 'skirt' of sorts.

At the bar, the hotly blushing woman gave Brooke her American Express card and authorized a twenty five percent tip for Harmony.

Bryan Ferry's 'Slave to Love' died down and Harmony dragged the shirt behind her by one sleeve, exiting the stage.

"Harmony, Hurricane Room one, then three, Angela you got one in two," Brooke said, sticking her head in the back.

"One, then three?" Harmony said, quickly stuffing the thick wad of bills into the lock box in her locker.

"God damn, girl, that was fucking awesome," Shelley complimented her as she struggled back into the shirt.

"Mister George know you stole another shirt?" Unity teased.

"No!" Harmony giggled guiltily as she scurried toward the Hurricane Room One.

"Hi, I um, hi, I mean," the woman said, pacing the small room nervously.

"Hi," Harmony said, fighting down her revulsion.

It was one thing to make out with another woman when buzzing on alcohol and marijuana; entirely different when stone cold sober. Harmony put on her best Ho smile and closed the door. She was thankful for the dim lighting in the room. In the dim lighting, the woman was attractive enough, with long brown hair, slim figure, and soft features.

Harmony slipped her thirty minute long CD of music into the player and turned it on. 

"So, you liked my dance?" Harmony asked, shrugging out of the shirt.

I uh, yeah, I mean, I come here all the time; you can ask Brooke, I mean, I see her, what, two, three times a week?" the woman stammered.

"Here," Harmony soothed, gently guiding the woman to the overstuffed chair.

She pulled the pasties off her large nipples and noticed the woman's eyes going immediately to them. She hefted her right breast in her small hands and offered it to the woman.

"Oh," she sighed when the woman, now trembling, took the offered nipple into her hot mouth.

"It's Mister George," Harmony told herself as she lightly stroked the woman's face with her fingertips. "It's Mister George and he's finally letting me love him like he deserves to be loved."

Gently, she pulled the woman's mouth from her nipple and bent and stuffed her tongue into the groaning woman's mouth.

Harmony wiggled out of her thong without breaking from her kiss, then sat on the leather stool.

"So, what you want me to do?" she whispered into the woman's ear, then licked around the woman's ear.

"I want to eat you," the woman blurted out.

"Oh! And I want you to eat me too," Harmony gave an Oscar worthy moan for her client's benefit.

She lay back on the stool, legs spread in a perfect split. Harmony propped herself up on her elbows and watched as the woman lowered her mouth onto the hairless cleft in front of her.

Leaning now on her left elbow, Harmony combed her fingers through the frantically slurping woman's hair.

It was obvious to Harmony that this woman did not have much experience in pleasing another woman. Harmony wondered if the woman ever masturbated; she didn't seem to know what to do or where to do it.

She did manage a weak orgasm as the woman's teeth grazed her clitoris.

Only nine minutes had elapsed and the woman had paid for thirty. Harmony again wished she had a joint, or even just a drink. Sighing, she sat up.

"Here, let me show you what I like," Harmony soothed and eased the woman's severe business skirt up.

"Oh, you bad girl," Harmony teased lightly upon discovering that the woman was going commando underneath her skirt.

She used fingers on the woman's hairy crotch, then bent and gave the woman's inner lips a swipe with her tongue, then pried the lips apart with her thumbs.

"Fuck!" the woman screamed out in a shuddering orgasm when Harmony gave the woman's thin clitoris a little suck.

"Please don't tell my husband," the woman suddenly sobbed out.

"I won't," Harmony soothed, lightly stroking the woman's face. "It'll be our little secret, okay?"

The woman grabbed her purse and bolted from the room.

After a moment, Harmony slipped her thong, pasties, and shirt on and pulled her CD out of the player.

"Three," Harmony said and walked on slightly shaky legs to the room.

Harmony's 'Biker Babe' outfit, with the chain lingerie was also a minor hit and got her two more Hurricane Room visits. Her 'Police Officer' costume, along with her simulated masturbation with the baton also got her a substantial amount of tips and three more visits to the Hurricane Rooms.

"God, Mony, you were killing them!" Unity said as they staggered out into the late afternoon sunlight.

"Better day today?" George asked.

"Mister George, you should have seen her!" Unity enthused.

"Oh, you mean..." George smiled and hit a key on his cell phone.

'Alive And Kicking' came out of the tiny speaker and both Unity and Harmony sat, open mouthed, and watched Harmony's performance.

"And..." George said, taking the cell phone out of Harmony's hand.

He hit another key and Unity blushed as Doro's 'Kiss Me like a Cobra' started playing. She couldn't take her eyes off the small screen as she danced in her faux leather outfit.

"I did watch y'all," George said, pulling up to their house. "Y'all are great, you hear?"

"Mister George, you..." Harmony stammered as he ushered them into the house.

"Hey, had to eat lunch somewhere, right?" he smiled. "Oh, and Harmony? Stay out of my closet, huh? That's one of my best dress shirts there."




Uneducated 02



"I love you, Mister George," Unity blurted out.

After a much needed shower and a hearty meal of George's three alarm chili with no beans, Harmony and Unity counted out their cash.

"Four... Uni, I made four hundred and thirty nine dollars today!" Harmony said.

"I told you; you were killing them," Unity praised.

"And that doesn't even count the Hurricane Rooms," Harmony wondered out loud.

"That girl Kenny was some pissed off, you hear?" Unity giggled.

"Wonder what the fuck crawled up her ass?" Harmony mused.

"Mister George, we work six to one tomorrow," Unity said when he staggered back in from cutting the grass.

"Oh, okay, good," he wheezed.

Fifteen minutes later, fresh from a brisk shower, George came in, grabbed himself a beer and fixed his own bowl of chili and added a heaping spoonful of beans to the bowl.

"And who wants to be the first to pull my finger?" he asked sitting down at the table.

"Ew!" both Harmony and Unity pinched their noses.

"Y'all need to put that in the bank; don't need be running around all that money on y'all, hear?" George counseled.

"But we put this money in, Social Security will find out," Harmony said.

"You get more than two thousand, they start cutting you off," Unity informed him.

"And?" he asked. "Y'all don't need that what was it? Five hundred? A month?" 

"Five eighty nine," Harmony corrected.

"Whoopee," George said.

"You got five hundred eighty nine just lying around?" Harmony asked, becoming angry.

"Mony," Unity said.

"What?" her sister snapped.

"He's right; we been dancing what? Two days? Yesterday and today, you already got more than six hundred and I got almost five," Unity said. "And that don't even count the Hurricane Rooms."

Harmony looked at her sister for a moment, then smirked and put a finger to her lips.

"Shh," she said. "You're not supposed to let him know he's right."

"Shit!" Unity said. "Forgot!"

She turned and faced the smirking George.

"Nope; we're going to do whatever we want and you can't make us," she said and stuck her tongue out at him.

"Stick it out, I'll find a use for it," George warned.

"MMM," Unity said, sticking her tongue out as far as she could

George stuck his finger in his nose, and then quickly wiped his finger on her tongue. 

(He had switched from his index finger that had been in his nose to his middle finger when he touched Unity's tongue.)

Unity and Harmony looked horrified. Unity bolted from the table and ran to the bathroom.

"You ass hole!" Harmony screamed at the now laughing George. "I can't believe you did that!"

"And I can't believe y'all would believe I would do that," George laughed. "Honey, I switched fingers!"

Harmony ran to the bathroom.

"He what?" George laughed when he heard Unity screech.

"You ass hole!" Unity screamed, charging into the kitchen.

She slapped at him and he easily grabbed her wrist.

"Let me go!" she screamed and tried to slap him with her other hand.

Again, he easily grabbed her hand. She reared back her leg and he jerked her off balance. She landed on his lap.

"Oh, good idea!" George said and pulled up the hem of her Papillion Plumbing tee shirt.

"Oh, don't you dare!" Unity screamed as he pinned both her slim wrists in his left hand. And rubbed her firm rump with his right hand.

"You ticklish?" Harmony warned him.

George gave Unity's rear two light slaps, hard enough to make some noise but certainly not hard enough to sting. He released her wrists and helped her stand up.

"Ass hole," she said and gave him a kiss.

"Now, you two go away and let me finish eating, huh?" he said and gave her a harder slap on her rear.

"Ow!" Unity complained.

"Ass hole," Harmony said and gave him a kiss.

"Uh huh, whole ass," he retorted and scraped the last of his chili into his mouth.

Chapter 11

The bar closed at one a.m. but it was 1:38 in the morning before a nearly catatonic Unity and Harmony stumbled out of the rear of the bar.

"How'd it go?" George asked as he opened the passenger door of the Toyota.

Unity mumbled something, kissed him and crawled into the rear of the car.

Harmony didn't even respond, just kissed him and got into the front seat.

Both girls were asleep when he pulled up to the house.

"Mony made almost seven hundred dollars," Unity mumbled when George asked them again how it went.

"And you?" George asked.

"Five hundred and sixty three bucks," she said, staggered down the hall and collapsed into bed.

"What shift y'all work tomorrow?" George asked Harmony.

"Six to one again," she mumbled and followed her sister.

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom when Unity woke up.

"Whew! Oh my God you stink!" she complained to her sister.

"And you smell good?" Harmony complained.

After they showered, they decided they were too tired to cook and drove to Tommy's Po-Boys for lunch.

"You know, he's right," Unity mumbled around her shrimp po-boy.

"Hmm?" Harmony mumbled around her roast beef.

"Running around with all that money ain't safe," Unity said after swallowing her mouthful.

"And we really don't need to be taking that money from Social Security," Harmony agreed.

"I mean, we can," Unity started to say then stopped.

"We can what?" Harmony asked.

"Mony, we can take care of ourselves," Unity said quietly.

Harmony thought about it for a minute.

"We don't even need Mr. George," Unity went on quietly.

They finished their meal in silence. 

Stepping outside, Unity looked at the Toyota, then across the street at a used car sales lot.

"We don't even need to be running around, driving his car; Mony we don't even pay him nothing for gas," she went on.

"Then why he lets us?" Mony wondered out loud as she buckled her seat belt.

"I don't know," Unity admitted.

"Think he really does love us?" Harmony asked.

"I don't know," Unity admitted.

"I really love him," Harmony whispered.

"Then when we doing something about it?" Unity asked her sister.

"Sunday," Harmony finally said after a long moment of thought. "We're off on Sunday; he's off on Sunday, it'll be..."

"We got to go see Momma," Unity reminded her.

"And then he sits on the couch and yells at the TV, and we sit in our room and smoke a few and watch a bunch of boring shit on TV," Harmony said.

"Hmm," Unity thought about it for a minute while Harmony negotiated the car to their bank.

"The old account had my name and Momma's name," Harmony mused.

"My new one's just going to have mined and Mr. George's," Unity decided.

"Mist... Why you putting Mr. George on yours; why not just put you and no one else?" Harmony asked as they got out of the car.

"Oh," Unity said.

Harmony looked at the Customer Service desk and did a double take. The woman that sat helping a customer and customer's daughter was her female customer, the woman from Hurricane Room One.

The cashier directed them to take a seat and the sisters did. Finally, the customer and her daughter got up, the daughter beaming as she looked at her brand new savings account passbook.

"Hi, I'm...." the Customer Service representative said then froze as she recognized Harmony.

"Hi, I'm Harmony," Harmony smiled, shaking the offered hand.

"And I'm Unity Kohl," Unity followed, also shaking the woman's hand.

"We need to open a couple of accounts," Harmony smiled.

"Oh, of course, of course, come on, sit down," the woman pasted a smile on her face.

When they were finally backed in their car, Unity looked at Harmony.

"She look kind of weird to you?" Unity asked.

"Probably 'cause she eats pussy like shit," Harmony said and told Unity about the encounter in the Hurricane Room.

"That was her?" Unity squealed as they laughed.

Sunday was a rainy dreary day and George was grateful that the sisters decided, rather than making him run them to someplace to buy lunch, then drive them to the jail and wait out in the car (even though they'd told him several times he was welcome to join them) they would simply make a few burgers and drive themselves to the jail.

"Ha ha, in your face, bitch!" George screamed as a St. Louis Cram defensive end managed to intercept a San Francisco Forty Whiner's pass.

He looked up as Unity and Harmony came in through the front door instead of the kitchen door.

"Hi," Unity greeted him.

"Bye, y'all have fun, okay?" Harmony yelled at someone and closed the door.

"Hi; who you talking to?" George asked.

"You're Mr. Papillion?" Unity asked.

"We was talking to Uni and Mony, your sweet little girls," Harmony smiled, not showing any of her upper teeth.

"We sent them to the movies," Unity said.

"Movies?" George asked, puzzled.

"Yeah, Snow White Meets Freddy Fudgepacker," Unity said, smiling with only her bottom teeth.

"Oh, well that sounds like a good wholesome Disney movie," George agreed. "Wouldn't want my two little angels get corrupted or something."

"Uh huh," Unity said, pulling her snug tee shirt off, revealing that she wore no bra.

"We're Velvet and Suede," Harmony shimmied out of her tee shirt, also pulling her bra off at the same time.

"Uni and Mony said you might want two nasty ass freaks," Unity said, sliding her tight jeans off, revealing that she wore no panties.

A couple of sluts," Harmony said, dropping her shorts to the floor.

""So why don't you turn off that television," Unity suggested as Harmony pulled a bottle of peanut oil out of her purse.

"And fuck us?" Harmony whispered in his ear as she popped the top of her bottle of oil.

"Hey, come on, this is going too far," George protested.

"Please?" Unity whispered into his other ear.

He tried to get up, but Harmony proved to be quite strong as she pushed him back into a sitting position. Unity glued her mouth to his and sucked a hungry kiss from him.

"Son of a bitch!" George protested as he felt two hands at his zipper.

His protest was muffled by Unity's mouth. His groan was muffled too when he felt Harmony's hot mouth encircle the head of his throbbing erection.

"Aargh!" he gave a strangled groan as he spurted into Harmony's sucking mouth.

"Mmph!" Harmony gurgled.

"He...?" Unity asked, pulling her mouth from his.

"Mmm hmmm," Harmony agreed.

Unity bent over and stuck her tongue out. Harmony opened her mouth and Unity licked a large amount of George's semen from her sister's mouth. Both girls smiled at the still panting George. Both made a big show of swallowing his semen

"Those two little angels your got living here ever do that for you?" Unity asked.

"Which one are you?" George asked weakly.

"Me? I'm Suede," Unity declared.

"I'm Velvet," Harmony said, lightly stroking George's wilting member.

"Now, Mony? She said you might like a good tit fuck," Harmony said and poured a little peanut oil onto the tops of her breasts.

"And Uni said you might want to cornhole me; said you're a real ass man," Unity whispered in his ear.

George groaned as his cock began to grow again.

"You got a nice one; anyone ever tell you that?" Harmony asked. As she greased up his erection with a slippery hand.

It was a nice one, almost seven inches long and fairly thick, with a slight curve in it. In the Army, he learned to keep everything neatly trimmed; the sands of Iraq and Kuwait had plenty of nasty little critters that loved to get into sweaty patches of flesh and hair and make their host miserable.

"Here, let's get you out of..." Unity whispered and pulled his tattered old football jersey off as Harmony eased his shorts and boxers off his legs.

"Oh, shit!" George protested as Unity bent and took one of his nipples into her mouth.

"Reason I use peanut oil..." Harmony said and gave the head of George's cock an aggressive lick as it poked through the tight valley of her breasts.

"Let me know when you're close," Unity husked, kissed his slack mouth, then suckled on the other nipple.

"...I like the taste of peanut oil a hell of a lot more than that nasty ass baby oil," Harmony said and pushed her breasts together even tighter around his throbbing cock.

"And peanut oil's real good for lubing up a tight squirmy little ass hole, right?" Unity whispered in his ear, then stuck her tongue into his ear.

"Fuck!" George bellowed and sprayed a hot load of his semen, liberally coating Harmony's face and the tops of her breasts.

"God damn, didn't you just come?" Harmony laughed as she began wiping the thick spunk from her face.

Unity bit George's nipple lightly.

"Bad boy; you were supposed to let us know when you were going to do that," she said and leaned over and began licking the tops of her sister's breasts clean.

"Quit!" Harmony giggled when Unity's sharp tongue tickled her neck.

"Where's the bathroom?" Harmony suddenly asked.

"Harm...Velvet, its right there," George said and pointed to the bathroom.

"I better go with her; you know how us girls are, can't go pee with out someone there to help," Unity said, gave his wilted cock a teasing suck, and followed her sister into the bathroom.

"Oh my God!" Harmony gasped at her sister when Unity closed the door.

"I know!" Unity agreed as Harmony wiped her face clean, and then gargled with their mouthwash.

"You really going to let him..." Harmony asked as Unity found the tube of KY Jelly.

"Hey, I didn't give myself an enema just for fun," Unity said, pointing to the empty bottle of disposable enema.

"Going to hurt," Harmony warned.

"It might," Unity agreed, gargled with some mouthwash, and then swallowed the mouthful.

George looked up, sluggish, and gave them a weak smile when the sisters exited the bathroom.

"Ready for more, Baby?" Harmony cooed, putting her hands under her breasts and hefting them.

"Here, Good Looking, why don't you see about getting my back door ready for that big fat cock, okay?" Unity said, handing George the tube of lubricant.

She crawled over him and put her head down on the couch cushion. She reached behind herself and spread her buttocks apart, exposing her tight little anus.

Harmony knelt on the couch cushion on the other side of George and watched as he squeezed out a generous amount of lubricant onto his middle finger.

"Hey um, Suede, you um, you ever do it, up the butt?" George asked as he traced the greasy finger around her clenched anus.

"Me? Yeah, millions of times," Unity lied.

She'd had attempted anal sex once. A boy noticed, just as George had, that Unity had a sweet bubble butt, just ripe for anal action. But he was horribly inexperienced and used only Unity's saliva as lubricant for his cock. He did not even get the head of his cock into Unity before she was howling for him to stop.

"Oh yeah?" George asked and worked the tip of his finger into her.

"Oh yeah, millions," Unity grunted.

"Uh huh, and how about Unity? She ever do it up the butt?" George asked, pulling the fingertip out and pushing it back in again.

"Once," Unity admitted.

"And she like it?" George asked, working the finger from side to side, and then pushing a little more into her.

His cock was as hard as it had ever been and a little pre-seminal fluid leaked out.

"He's getting all hard for you," Harmony announced.

"And God damn, you ought to see my pussy," Unity grunted as more of George's thick finger entered her.

Fuck!" Harmony agreed as Unity's excitement liberally coated the insides of her thighs.

George pulled his finger nearly all the way out, coated it with more KY jelly, and coated his index finger as well.

"Aw, shit, shit, shit!" Unity chanted as he wormed two thick fingers into her.

His thumb played with her splayed pussy lips and came close to her clitoris.

"Oh please," Unity begged, close to orgasm.

George played with her lips a few more times until her legs were shaking, then drove the fingers deeply into her anal cavity and mashed his thumb firmly against her clitoris.

"Fuck!" Unity screamed as her sphincter and pussy clenched in orgasm.

"Think maybe you ready," George said and pulled his fingers out of her rectum.

"Shit!" Unity grunted, fingers straining to hold her buttocks apart.

"And," George said and used a handful of KY to lubricate his cock.

"Oh, Uni... I mean, Suede; he's getting ready to fuck you," Harmony said as George got to his feet.

"You talk too much, you know that?" George teased Harmony, lightly slapping her on her rump.

"Unity tensed up involuntarily when she felt the head of his cock press against her anus.

"Relax," George soothed, rubbing her on her back, pulling her long blonde hair aside and lightly scraping her back with his fingernails.

"Ugh!" Unity grunted as he pushed the head of his cock just inside of her.

"Oh!" she gasped as he reached around and pinched her left nipple.

"Oh, please don't do that!" Unity begged as his left hand traveled over her tight belly toward her lightly furred slit.

"Please don't do that!" she half-screamed.

"Oh, shit!" Unity screamed as he pulled on her clitoris ring.

George felt the spray of Unity's orgasm on his thighs and grunted as she drove herself backward, impaling herself on his cock.

"Ass hole!" Unity barked at him, glaring over her shoulder.

"God damn, Uni... I mean Suede; he's all the way in!" Harmony gasped, looking between her sister's ass and Mr. George's belly.

"Oh shit!" Unity quivered as another, smaller orgasm rippled through her.

"Quit! Quit! Quit!" Unity protested as George began to pull out.

He ignored her demands; his hips working on autopilot as his cock throbbed with urgency.

She grunted when he pressed back in.

Within moments, George was slowly and steadily pumping his cock in and out of her bowels and Unity felt another orgasm building up in her guts.

"Aw fuck!" George protested as his sperm burst forward, far too soon for is happiness.

"Aw fuck!" Unity echoed as she felt his hot semen flooding into her bowels and her own orgasm burst.

Harmony watched the two players as they jerked and convulsed as if they'd been electrocuted.

"Mony, I mean, Velvet, go get us a wet face cloth, huh?" George weakly asked when he finally felt like his cock had no more sperm to shoot.

Harmony ran to the bathroom and had the foresight to run the tap for a minute to get warm water for the face cloth.

""Thank you," Unity whispered as George gently wiped her anus clean.

He then used the cloth to wipe his cock clean.

"Damn, got to piss," he suddenly said and got to very unsteady feet.

Unity slowly got to shaky feet, and then suddenly looked stricken and bolted for the hall bathroom.

"Damn, swear I got to shit," she complained.

She said on the toilet, but nothing came. Finally, she wiped her anus and then flushed.

"Y'all girls better get ready to go; Uni and Mony will be back soon," George said wearily as he staggered back into the living room.

"Naw, we got time for one more, don't us?" Harmony said, rubbing up and down her bare slit. "You ain't fucked me yet."

"Forget it, Honey," George said, flopping down on the couch.

"Bull shit!" Harmony declared and took his cock into her hand.

Harmony sucked on his limp member for nearly five minutes with no results. Unity got to her feet, bent at the waist in front of George, and showed him her jamming two, then three fingers into her stretched anus. Slowly, his cock again rose to the occasion.

"Oh, goody!" Harmony said, working her sore jaws back and forth.

She held onto his cock as she straddled his lap, and then eased his cock into her pussy.

"She nice and tight?" Unity asked, sucking a kiss from him.

Harmony rhythmically squeezed his cock with her pussy, milking him as she bounced up and down in his lap.

"Love your cock," she whispered into his ear. "It's a nice, big cock, love your cock."

She tensed in orgasm and George ground his teeth as he felt her pussy spray his crotch with her juices.




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After her third orgasm, George used her juices to lubricate a finger. Harmony squealed as he wormed that finger into her tightly clenched anus.

"Oh, that's so fucking..." Harmony groaned.

She orgasmed again when he pushed a second finger into her anus. A second later, she laughed as George pumped a load of his semen into her pussy.

"Okay, we got to go," Unity said, pulling her jeans and tee shirt on.

"Yeah," Harmony said, shrugging into her tee shirt, not bothering with her heavy bra.

"But you ever want us again; just tell Uni and Mony give Velvet and Suede a call, all right?" Unity said, gave him a quick kiss, and then vaulted for the door.

"Any time, hear?" Harmony said, gave him a kiss, and followed Unity out the open front door.

George sluggishly pulled on his clothes, turned on the television and nodded in agreement as he watched the last few seconds of a Jacksonville Hag Warts, Miami Flippers game; the beleaguered Hag Warts looking despondent at the very lopsided scoreboard.

"Hey!" Unity called out as she entered the house through the kitchen door.

"Hey!" Harmony echoed, following her sister.

George looked up; Unity had her blonde hair pulled back in a pony-tail, and Harmony had her Papillion Plumbing baseball cap on.

"Hey, how was the movie?" George asked.

Chapter 12 

The deposition was held at the offices of Johnson, Johnson and Lambert as Parker Johnson was pro bono legal representation of Donna Kohl and Eric Greene was acting as Bubba's legal representation.

The former police officer, who had been wounded in the line of duty, had lay in bed feeling sorry for himself, and then decided he would go back to school and finish getting his law degree. It was obvious to everyone in the large boardroom that Bubba Watson was extremely uncomfortable having the paraplegic Eric Greene representing him.

"What about Lambert, huh?" he whispered urgently to Parker Johnson. 

"No longer with the firm," Parker responded, not bothering to whisper.

Sarah Guillory, the Assistant District Attorney absently twirled her long blonde hair, realized what she was doing and ceased, sitting up straight.

Unity Kohl was brought in and Donna looked on in interest at her daughter. In just four months, the twenty one, nearly twenty two year old had gone from an immature, needy wisp of a girl to a poised, self-assured young lady. She wondered if George Papil had bought Unit's outfit of blue skirt, beige silk top and blue jacket; the clothes looked expensive.

Uni answered the questions in a clear, confident voice, did not appear nervous at all, and was polite.

Harmony Kohl was brought in next and again, her mother wondered about the simple, yet elegant clothing, the attractive hairstyle, the subdued make up that her formerly gaudy and trashy daughter now affected.

Mony too was polite, poised, and mature in her answers.

"See the tits on that bitch?" Bubba whispered, none too quietly to Parker when Mony was allowed to leave the room.

"Bubba!" Donna hissed, outraged.

"What?" Bubba asked.

At their home, George was using one of his rare free afternoons to organize his business ledger when he heard the Volkswagen Beetle pull up.

The girls had come to him and told him that they genuinely appreciated his letting them use his Toyota, but they needed to start paying their own way. The very next day, they showed up in a candy apple red 2005 Volkswagen Beetle and showed him the mechanic's assessment from George's Garage.

"You like it?" he asked them and both girls again excitedly showed him all the features.

"Okay, then, give me the paperwork and I'll add it to my insurance," George said.

"We um, we kind of wanted to get our own insurance, Mony said.

"Oh, okay," George said, surprised. "It all right if we use my agent, though?"

Grant Johnson of Young Insurance smiled, discussed with the two girls the best policies for their needs and tailored a policy for them.

"Well, thank you, and let's be honest, I hope you never have to call me, but if you do, don't be afraid to call me, all right?" he smiled and shook their hands.

But he still walked to the Dead End to pick them up when they had to work the late shift and the two girls had made sure that Grant added him as someone that had the right to drive their car.

Now he looked up as he heard them enter the house through the kitchen door.

"Hey, how'd it go?" he asked.

"Horrible; tell you about it later," Uni said and dashed into the hall bathroom.

"They asked a bunch of questions, really don't look good for Momma," Mony said sadly. "Think Uni and I are just going to lay down, okay?" 

"Oh, okay, yeah, that's fine," George said and hugged the girl tightly.

"Love you, Mr. George," Mony said, kissed him, and then went down the hall to the twins' bedroom.

"Yeah, going to lie down," Uni agreed, leaving the hall bathroom, giving him a soft kiss, and following her sister.

He nodded, and then returned to his books.

"Shh, Uni and Mony are sleeping," he heard Mony whisper loudly.

"I know that," Uni whispered back.

George looked up as a nude Uni and Mony entered his office, smiling with only their bottom teeth.

"Hi! Remember us?" Uni said. "Suede and Velvet?"

"What's the matter? Didn't like us last time?" Mony asked.

"Yeah, never asked Uni and Mony call us; you know we would have come running," Unit said, giving him a passionate kiss.

"Yeah, 'cause we liked you," Mony said, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"Yeah, liked you a lot," Uni agreed and unbuttoned the next shirt button.

"Oh, uh I uh, I'm sorry," George stammered.

"Well we're here now, but don't worry," Mony said, unbuckling his belt.

"Your two little angels are sleeping in their bedroom; they'll never hear us fucking," Uni whispered hotly in his ear.

Mony looked around his office.

Hmm, not really a lot of places fuck at in here," she commented.

"So how you want it, Mr. Papillion? Want me bend over your desk and let you cornhole me?" Unit asked, giving his cock a light stroke.

"Want me kneel down, wrap my titties around that nice fat cock?" Mony offered.

"Bedroom, let's go to my bedroom," George offered.

"All right, lead the way," Uni smiled and gave him another wet kiss.

"Shh!" George said as they passed the closed door of the twins' bedroom.

"Do they look like little angels when they're sleeping?" Uni asked playfully.

"And when they're awake too," George said.

"Aw," both Mony and Uni sighed.

"But, Mr. Papillion, you do know they're strippers, right?" Mony asked as she flopped down on his bed.

"They're dancers," he corrected her.

"They're strippers, Mr. Papillion," Uni corrected him.

"Yeah; they're strippers," Mony said, then scrambled to grasp his hard cock. "But we're fuckers."

He groaned as she took his cock into her mouth and gave him a sloppy lick, then sank her head down until her nose rested firmly against his small patch of pubic hair.

"Remember last time? You jammed that big old thing up my ass?" Uni whispered, rubbing his balls while Mony slowly pulled her head up.

"Yeah," George groaned, close to ejaculation.

"I fucking loved it," Uni whispered in his ear. "Been finger fucking my ass ever since, only way I can get off now is stick something up there."

She playfully slapped his chest.

"You ruined me, bad boy; you turned me into an ass whore," she claimed.

"Mmph!" George groaned and pumped his semen into Mony's mouth.

"Oh goody!" Uni said and bent toward her sister.

The two girls kissed, passing his semen back and forth, and then both swallowed.

Again, they smiled at him, showing only their bottom teeth.

"Now," he said when he caught his breath. "Something I wanted do last time y'all were here, but we ran out of time."

"Well, we got all the time in the world, Baby," Unit said.

"Yeah, anything you want to do is just fine with us, Sugar Pie," Mony said.

"Okay, you lay here and you..." George said and had them lay down next to each other.

"Oh, Mr. Papillion!" Uni purred loudly when George put his mouth over her furry slit.

"Oh, Baby!" she said, combing her fingers through his thinning hair when he started tongue fucking her.

"Uh!" she gasped when he gave her clitoris ring a sharp little tug with his teeth, then began to tease the sensitive organ with his tongue.

"He any..." Mony asked and Uni tensed in orgasm.

""Oh, Mr. Papillion!" she sighed as he moved over to her sister.

"Oh, oh, damn!" Mony exclaimed when he began to lick up and down her splayed pussy lips.

"And you wanted to do that last time?" Uni asked him, sliding down and wrapping her arm around his back while he tongue fucked a writhing Mony.

"Mm hmm," he agreed, and gave Mony's clitoris ring a gentle tug.

"Well, Sugar, you can lick my little honey pot any time you want," Uni said, kissed the top of his head and lazily scratched her nails over his back, then playfully dipped her hand down the crack of his ass.

"Mm mmm," he protested as he licked Mony to orgasm.

"No?" Uni teased, lightly running a nail over his tightly clenched anus. "Don't want me putting a finger up there?"

She reached down and scraped her nails on his balls.

"How about here? Like me playing with these bad boys?" she asked.

She squealed when he quickly grabbed her and rolled her onto her back.

"Oh, OH! Oh Mr. Papillion!" she cooed when he slid himself into her.

"Love you," he admitted, wiggling against her.

"I'm a whore, remember?" she whispered in his ear. "You're not supposed to love me."

"Sorry," he smiled and kissed her. "It's just, you look so much like my little Uni."

"And you love your little Uni?" she asked.

"With all my heart," he said and slowly pulled out of her tightly clutching pussy.

"How about Mony?" Mony asked, having caught her breath.

"Oh, I love her too; hard to say which one I love more," George admitted.

"Uh, ah!" Uni gave a long, shuddering moan then jammed her tongue into George's mouth.

"I know, I know, not supposed to kiss the client but God damned, you fuck good, you hear?" she said.

"No, no, no!" she protested when he pulled out of her.

"Hey, quiet," he said, lightly slapping her pussy. "Uni and Mony are right there, sleeping!"

Oh, Mr. Papillion!" Mony grunted as he slipped his dripping cock into her hairless pussy.

He managed to fuck both of them twice before finally blowing an almost painful load into Mony's pussy.

"Now, want you fuck my ass, all right? Been waiting all day get that big hard cock in me, feel you just splitting me open, hear?" Uni hissed hotly, and then got to her feet.

"Uh hey, where you going?" George called out. "Got KY right here."

"Guess you're just going to have to follow me find out," she called back, tittering.

He and Mony got out of the bed and walked down the hall. He peered into his office and saw her bent over his desk; legs spread wide, breasts firmly mashed against the hard wooden top.

"Uni says you spend too much time in here," Uni smiled up at him. "Want you think of something else besides work next time you're in here. Want you think of my tight little squirmy hole all filled up with your come, okay?"

"Let me get the..." George said.

"Top desk drawer," she said and smiled. A full smile. "Wanting this a long time."

He sat down in his desk chair, squeezed out a dollop of the gel and greased a finger.

"Fuck yes!" Uni hissed when he wormed a greasy finger into her rectum.

"You really fucking like that?" Mony asked.

"Yes," Uni grunted as George introduced a second finger.

Mony reached behind herself and touched her own anus, which immediately clamped shut against any intrusion.

"Oh, God, come on, just fuck me, Mr. Papillion," Uni groaned as he introduced a third finger.

"Ah shit!" Uni barked out when George pushed the head of his cock into her anus.

Mony watched her sister's face as it tightened, mouth open in a silent scream, a tiny rivulet of drool beginning to escape.

"Uh!" Uni grunted when she felt George's pubic hair against her painfully spread anus.

She shudder and George felt a spray of moisture against his upper thighs.

"Uh, uh, uh!" Uni grunted as the orgasm racked her body.

For George, it was almost painful, the way her sphincter muscles clamped down on his cock.

He began to pull out and she shook her head in protest.

He pulled halfway out, then sank back in her and she again let out a gurgling moan.

A few minutes later, George grunted and sprayed his seed into her bowels.

"Oh God!" Uni weakly said when George pulled his wilting cock out of her.

"Oh God," she said, got to very shaky feet and wobbled to the hall bathroom.

"Y'all need get dressed and go," George said weakly. "My two little angels will be waking up soon."

"Oh, okay," Mony said, smiling with her bottom teeth only. "Well, you know how get us you want us, all right, Sugar Pie?"

She bent over and gave him a quick little kiss then skipped out of the office. Uni stuck her head in the doorway of his office, smiling with her bottom teeth only.

"Later Gator," Uni said. "Like Velvet said, you know how get us you want us, hear?"

"Yeah, thanks Suede," he said and waved as she disappeared.

After a moment, he tiredly got to his feet and gathered up his discarded clothing off the office floor.

"Mr. George!" he heard Mony yell out

"In here, Honey," he called back, zipping up his khaki pants.

"Oh, there you are!" Mony said, and then made a display of sniffing the air. "What you been doing?"

"Oh, nothing, you?" he asked, giving her a hug and kiss.

"God, that deposition was so depressing," she admitting, hugging him tightly. "Needed take me a nap after that.

"Yeah, Mr. George," Uni agreed, hugging him from behind. "God I hated it!"

"Tell you what, y'all look so nice, why don't we go out to eat instead of cooking, huh?" he suggested.

"Where?" Mony asked.

"Where would, hey, how about Backyard's, huh?" he suggested.

"No," Mony said.

"Absolutely not; in good clothes?" Uni said.

"Manny's?" he suggested.

"Know what? That sounds great," Mony agreed.

They insisted on driving and he crawled into the back seat of the Volkswagen.

"This the first time you ever been in our car?" Uni asked from the passenger seat.

"Yeah," he admitted. "First time back here."

Mony drove the small car too fast for his liking but they did get to the Mexican restaurant in one piece so he zipped his lips.

"Mr. George, I hated it; they kept asking all these questions and it really looks like Bubba and Momma did it," Uni admitted as she dredged a corn chip through the fiery salsa.

"Thank you," Mony whispered and leaned against him.

"Thank you... For what?" he asked her.

"For making love with me," she said, looking into his eyes.

"Yeah, Mr. George, I really needed that," Uni agreed, leaning against his other shoulder.

"So no Velvet and Suede?" he asked quietly.

Both girls looked at each other, and then George felt them shake their heads no.

"No, it's just us from now on, Mr. George," Mony said.

"Your two little angels," Uni whispered.

"It's okay I tell my two little angels I love them?" he asked, putting his arms over their shoulders.

"You better!" Mony said.

"Yeah, you better love us, you hear?" Uni agreed.

"So what shift y'all work tomorrow?' he asked them when they returned home.

"Eleven to six," Uni said.

"And it's stuffed pork chops day," Mony reminded him.

"That a hint?" he asked, lightly slapping her on her butterfly tattoo.

"No, Mr. George, it's an order," Mony smiled.

Chapter 13

Marcus Webster smiled happily as he looked at the envelope. It was addressed to Harmony and Unity Kohl; those two little white whores lived next door. For whatever reason, the envelope had his address.

He put the envelope in his car, away from Missy's prying eyes and waited until he saw that cracker's van gone. Then he combed out his hair, put on a little more cologne, and strolled next door.

Inside their home, Harmony and Unity were listening to Taylor Swift's CD, 'Red' and exercising. Because they were inside their own home, they were both nude.

"Fuck!" Uni squealed when the heavy knock sounded at the front door.

"Aw, it's that mother fucker lives next door," Mony complained.

They both pulled on their Papillion Plumbing tee shirts and a second knock sounded.

"Just a minute," Mony called out.

"Hey, I uh, aw hey, shit girl, why the door chained like that, huh? You know me," Marcus smiled, trying to enter their home.

"Help you?" Mony scowled.

"Aw hey, yeah, got some of your mail, know what I'm saying?' the man smiled and showed her the envelope.

"Oh, thanks," Mony said and held out her hand.

"Shit, ain't going even ask me come on in?" Marcus asked, losing his smile.

"No," Mony said firmly.

"I mean, shit!" Marcus snapped. "Come on over bring y'all your mail, you know I didn't have to do that. Could have just dropped it in the box saying y'all don't live here, feel me?"

"Wow, what, had to walk ten feet?" Mony sneered. "Just give us the mail, huh?"

"Marcus, give them their mail," Missy snapped as she stepped onto the porch. "I wondered what happened to their letter."

"Oh, hey, Baby, what up?" Marcus said.

"Letter comes in, what? Two three days ago, all of a sudden I can't find it?" Missy snapped as Mony snatched the letter from Marcus' hand and slammed the door shut.

"Oh my God, it's from Serenity!" Mony screamed as she read the return address.

"Mony, don't!" Uni said as Mony moved to rip it open. "Remember? We have to call the police we get any news."

"They didn't say we couldn't look at it first," Mony argued but put it down on the coffee table while Uni used the wall telephone to call the Bender police department.

"So why you think he was all like 'hey going invite me in' and shit?" Uni asked, nodding toward their neighbor's house.

"Uh..." Harmony said and pointed to her crotch.

"Hi, yes, is this Officer Yuma? Hi, this is Unity Kohl," Uni said.

Moments later, there were two police cruisers in front of their house.

Mony was selected to be the one to open the envelope and the three officers and Deputy Orville Jackson read over the contents of the letter while Uni and Harmony looked at the three small photographs.

"And you can identify that man as Jack Kohl?" Orville asked as each photograph showed a very pregnant and smiling Serenity and a smiling Jack Kohl.

"Yes sir, that's our dad and our sister," Uni agreed.

"Mother Fucker's been playing us," Officer Mike Stevens laughed out loud, still reading the letter.

George walked into the slight chaos and hugged both Uni and Mony and was able to piece together what was going on.

"So y'all will be letting Bubba and Donna out?" he asked.

"We will contact the District Attorney's office," Deputy Orville intoned, not commenting one way or the other.

After Becky Yuma returned with photocopies of the letter and reprints of the digital photographs, the house was silent again.

"Mony, come see," Uni called from their bedroom.

"Mony, Mr. George... We can't, I mean, when Momma and Bubba get out, they can't stay here," Uni said.

Mony sat and stared at her sister.

"Mony, you hear me?" Uni finally said.

"Shit," Mony breathed out.

"I mean, we could..." Uni said, glad that Mony finally acknowledged she'd heard her.

"Uni, shut up, just shut up; I'm thinking," Mony snapped.

The Peter Principle states that a man is promoted to his level of incompetence. With Kenneth Prejean, St. Elizabeth Parish's District Attorney, he had been promoted several levels above his incompetence.

He pored over the photocopy of Jack Kohl's letter, ignored his Assistant District Attorney, Sarah Guillory's suggestion that they petition for the release of Bubba Watson and Donna Kohl.




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"Let their attorneys worry about all that," he said and wondered if he dared charge another lunch at Club Fantastic's to his office credit card.

"But, Mr. Prejean, Jack Kohl admitted he sprayed his own blood on the sheets. He set everything..."

"And? Not my problem," Kenneth said and decided he'd use an ATM instead, get about three hundred dollars out and see if that little Latin girl that wore an old St. Thomas Aquinas school uniform was out on the block yet.

An inspiration came to him and he checked the recent arrests records quickly. Her name was not among those arrested in the past four days, so Kenneth walked out of his office.

"Just left," Sarah tapped into her cell phone, extremely angered.

The man had stood up and walked out of the room, even though she was in mid-sentence.

At the Dead End, Angela nodded toward Harmony as the girl gyrated to The Red Hot Chili Peppers' 'Give It Away.'

"She still upset about her diabetes?" she asked.

It was plainly obvious Harmony was very distracted, just going through the motions

."No, like I told you; we just found out our dad and sister's still alive," Uni said.

After her set had finished, Mony came off the stage and just sat, still deep in thought.

"Uh, not going to work the floor?" Angela asked.

"Huh? Oh, oh shit, sorry," Mony said as Uni went out onto the small stage, Hall & Oates' 'Out Of Touch' booming out.

On the parking lot in front of Club Fantastic, Conchita Salazar listlessly smoked a cigarette, smiling for the occasional car that slowed down. She spotted a familiar black SUV slow down and flicked the cigarette to the ground and put a little wiggle into her walk.

"Hey, Baby, looking for me?" she cooed when Kenneth Prejean lowered the passenger window.

"Yeah, get in," Kenneth smiled.

Suddenly three police cruisers screeched to a halt, surrounding his SUV.

"Down! Down! Get the fuck down! Now!" the officers screamed. 

Conchita sighed wearily but complied.

"You! In the car! Lower your window, reach out and open your door!" an officer screamed at Kenneth.

News of the District Attorney's arrest rippled through St. Elizabeth Parish. It would be another two weeks before anyone remembered about Donna Kohl and Joseph Bubba Watson.

When their workday was finished, Mony was still quiet. Uni actually felt Mony's forehead, see if she might be ill.

After they showered the stench of the bar off of themselves, Mony crawled into bed and feigned sleep when Uni came in a minute later.

"You're not sleeping, you're not snoring," Uni said.

"I do not snore," Harmony snapped.

Fuck you don't. Now, what's wrong?" Uni asked, hugging her sister from behind.

"I'll do it," Mony sighed.

"Do what?" Uni asked.

"I'll get an apartment for Momma and Bubba," Mony felt a tear begin.

"I can do it," Uni said, a little defensively.

True Mony made more money than she did, but Uni could still afford to rent an apartment.

"Uni, someone's going to have to live there with them," Mony said.

"Live... Why?" Uni asked. "They're both adults."

"Oh come on, Uni, when we moved in here, we know how to make a bed?" Mony spat. "Huh? We know how to clean a countertop?"

Uni had to shake her head no.

"And what was the best meal Momma could make?" Mony went on. "Huh? Where you think I got diabetes from? And you really think Bubba has a clue?"

"But we, I don't, Mony, I don't want to move, I like it here," Uni whined.

Mony patted her sister's arm.

"Uni, I know you like it here," she said.

She patted Uni's arm again. Some more tears joined the first one.

"I know you in love with Mr. George, she continued.

Uni did not say anything.

"But Momma and Bubba, good God, you seen the Section Eight houses; ain't no way they could live there," Mony said.

The following morning, George was a little perplexed by the soft, gentle kiss Harmony gave him when he sat down for breakfast.

"Um, good morning?" he asked.

"Mr. George, I'm moving out," she announced.

"You, what, why?" he asked and immediately looked at Uni.

Mony smiled sadly, gave him another soft kiss and sat down.

"No, Mr. George, she's not moving out," she said.

"But Mony," Uni started.

"No, Uni I said I'm moving out and his eyes went straight to you," Mony said.

She gripped her sister's hand.

"And you know you in love with him," she said.

Uni's face turned crimson and she looked away from George.

"Me? Yeah, I love him, but I'm not in love with him," Mony continued.

"But that still doesn't tell me why you're..." George said.

"Momma and Bubba, I mean, I don't know how long it takes but they'll be getting out soon and..." Mony said.

"And they are not coming here," George said firmly.

"Bingo," Mony said.

"Fuck, here, I'll chip in, what, two hundred a month," George said.

"And I'll chip in two hundred and you chip in two hundred, Mony that's six hundred a month; they ought to be fine on that," Uni pleaded.

"Uni, it's not just money," Mony said.

"Damn it, I don't want you to leave," George said, exasperated.

Mony smiled sadly at him, leaned over and gave him another soft kiss.

"I know," she whispered. "Think I want to?"

"Then why?" he asked.

"It's not about what I want or you want," Mony said. "It's about what my momma's going to need."

"Picked a real fine time to grow up, Harmony Ann Kohl," he snapped.

"And when should I grow up?" she laughed.

"When I'm dead, or my dick doesn't work, which will be when I'm dead," George said.

"But I'm breaking off half of me and leaving her here," Mony said, pointing at her sister.

When George left on a service call, Mony used his computer, located a few houses and apartments that were for rent.

"Damn, they want a lot," Uni said, reading over her shoulder.

"And I am not sharing a bathroom with Bubba; at least Mr. George cleans up after himself," Harmony said, eliminating another three apartments from her list.

"Mony, I really don't want..." Uni started.

"I know, Uni, I know, all right, I know!" Mony yelled. "You really think I want to?"

Uni went with her when Anita Sanchez of TAB Properties showed her three units that were for rent. The first one was a very nice half of a duplex in Baylor Lake which met two of Mony's criteria; two separate bathrooms and a quiet neighborhood. And, at nine hundred a month, it was reasonably priced.

"Now, this is not HUD," Anita did hasten to inform them.

"No ma'am, I would hope not," Mony agreed.

The second one also had two separate bathrooms but had neighbors that did not seem to care about their houses, their cars, or their neighbors.

This is perfect for Bubba," Mony said. "But I really don't want me or Momma living here," Mony said.

The third unit didn't look any better and Mony signed a six month lease for the first unit.

"Now, let's see what Johnson's got," Uni suggested.

"Johnson's? Really? I want to pay all that money on shit fall abort a month after I finish paying for it?" Mony yelled.

Unclaimed Furniture in Lafayette, Louisiana set up payment plans for the two beds, the couch and chair and dining table and chairs and even agreed to deliver the furniture on the third, the move in date

"Shit! We're going to be late!" Uni said, looking at her watch.

Mony called Rosy and let her know they were running late while Uni negotiated through Lafayette traffic.

"God damn; any of these mother fuckers know how to drive?" she snarled.

"Wow, you sound just like Mr. George," Mony said.

At his office, Parker Johnson was preparing to leave; his wife's parents were stopping by for dinner and to spend some time with their two granddaughters. Eric Greene pushed his wheelchair in, blocking his hasty retreat.

"Still haven't heard from the District Attorney's office," Eric said.

"Uh, because he's in jail," Parker said, frowning.

He did not say it, and would have been a little surprised if anyone pointed it out to him, but Parker Johnson was an egotistical ass. He knew he was egotistical; he just would have been a little surprised that it was not as well hidden as he believed it to be.

Parker held most of the world in contempt and especially regarded those with any infirmities to be substandard. He also felt that women served two purposes and both were to be of service to men.

"And Bubba Watson and Donna Kohl should have been released by now," Eric reminded him.

"First thing in the morning," Parker assured him, wishing Eric would either come into the office just two more feet so he could wiggle around him or back up four feet so Parker could pass him.

"Please put it in your phone," Eric smiled tightly. "You and I both know, if you don't, it'll never happen and I've got to be in court at eight tomorrow; the Romero case."

"And how'd you wind up with that?" Parker asked, thinking of Betty Romero's luscious body.

"Uh because she's guilty," Eric smiled and nodded in satisfaction as Parker did add the notes about Bubba and Donna into his cell phone.

"So uh, who's your Admin for tomorrow?" Parker asked, hoping it would not be Debbie Dees.

Parker didn't think the red head with pneumatic breasts had two brain cells to use, but she was a large breasted beauty and he enjoyed looking at her.

"Benson," Eric said, naming Jim Benson.

"Oh, good, good idea," Parker approved.

Parker approved this because selecting Jim Benson did not inconvenience Parker Johnson.

At the Dead End, just after nine o'clock, Mony watched three good looking; well-dressed men claim a large table. It was apparent that they were related; they looked nearly identical to each other.

She smiled as one of the blonde men playfully pinched another man's rear and claimed that a dancer had done it.

"Don't listen to him; this is a real girl's pinch," she laughed, pinching the victim's butt.

"He's blind," the pincher said. "Just go along with whatever I say, okay?"

Dr. Berkshire had told her that Diabetes was the leading cause of blindness in America. Mony stared in horrified shock, and then bolted for the rear of the building.

Uni held her as she sobbed. Then Angela bounded off the stage, announcing a bachelor party was in the bar.

By the time her set was up, Harmony had gotten her emotions under control and put on her 'Eighties outfit.

"Pause it at song number five," she asked Uni.

Just as Prince's 'Raspberry Beret' died down, Mony announced that she wanted someone to dance with her, and pulled the blind man onto the stage with her. He smiled, a little self-consciously, but did not shy away from her.

The bachelor party, she found out, was for his father and they obviously appreciated Mony pulling the blind man onto the stage; someone dropped a hundred dollar bill into the tip jar and his two brothers handed her twenties when she brought him back to his table.

And she brazenly let the blind man put his five dollar tip into the front of her thong.

While Sandra bounced and gyrated on the stage, Mony approached the table.

She asked the smiling young man about his blindness but it was everyone else at the table that gave her the answers.

Yes, Patrick Delacroix was blind, but he was independent, was gainfully employed, and was self-sufficient. Judging from his smile, Patrick seemed to be happy, well adjusted.

One of his brothers claimed that Patrick kept his apartment cleaner than most sighted people do.

"Well, Sugar, you're doing better than I am," she laughed, rubbing the man's arm affectionately. "My sister does most of the cooking and cleaning."

Patrick's father, Barry Delacroix wrote Patrick's phone number on the back of a business card and Mony stuffed it into her purse the moment she entered the back of the stage area.

At one thirty nine, Uni and Mony staggered outside to see a smiling George waiting for them.

Sunday morning, Harmony again gave George a soft kiss at the breakfast table.

"Just trying to get as many of those as I can before the third," she said

She squealed in shock when he picked her up and carried her, over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes to his bedroom.

"Mr. George!" she protested, laughing, as he pulled her tee shirt up and off.

"Mr. George! You stop that!" Uni also protested, slapping his buttocks.

Ooh!" Mony moaned as George glued his mouth to her bald slit.

They were late eating their breakfast, so Uni and Mony only grabbed two dinners from Casa Ole to bring to the jail.

"When we getting out of here?" Bubba demanded again and again, Deputy Orville Jackson shrugged his shoulders.

"You're welcome, Bubba, happy you enjoying that taco there Bubba, no it was no trouble at all, Bubba," Mony snapped.

"And you said they rented that place?" Donna asked, scraping up the Spanish rice.

"Yeah," Uni agreed.

"They can't do that," Donna demanded.

"What? Why not?" Mony asked, ignoring Bubba's glare. "You ain't paying them rent, why they can't rent it out to someone else?"

"Because it ain't my fault I ain't paying rent," Donna whined.

"So, Mr. Ryan's supposed to just not get any money?" Mony asked.

"He's got plenty of money; he don't need..." Donna said.

"Taxes, utilities, upkeep," Uni counted off. "Yeah, he got money and it costs him money to make money."

"But don't worry, I got us a much better place anyway," Mony said. "We got a place out in Baylor Lake."

"They ain't no Section Eight housing out in Baylor Lake," Donna argued.

"And I ain't living in no Section Eight house neither," Mony said.

If Mony had expected any gratitude from Donna or Bubba, she would have been sorely disappointed. But she had expected none and had received none.

George looked up from the television; Cam Nuisance and the Carolina Panties were embarrassing the Taints in the Dome and he was beginning to feel just a little hoarse from screaming at the Taints to do something, anything right.

"Hi," Mony said, angry, but trying not to be angry.

She stormed into the bathroom and closed the door.

"Hi, what's her problem?" George asked as Uni grabbed a can of beer and flopped down next to him.

"That can't be the score, is that the score?" Uni asked.

"Answer me; what's her problem?" George asked, easily pulling Uni onto his lap. "You do not give a shit about football or the score, so answer me; what's her problem, huh?"

"Growing up sucks!" Mony answered for her sister, coming out of the bathroom.

She flopped down on the other side of George and leaned against him.

"Especially when you're dealing with a bunch of ungrateful children," she went on.

"Tell me about it; you have any idea what it was like with you two when y'all got here?" George said.

"But at least we're cute," Uni said, snuggling up against him.

"What? Says who?" George teased.

Epilogue.

"Wait a minute; why you get the bigger bedroom?" was Bubba's first question when Mony, Uni, and George showed them the new rental.

"Minute you start paying the rent, you can have the bigger bedroom," Mony said.

"Hey, where's my waterbed?" Donna called out.

"Got thrown out," Uni said.

"They can't do that!" Donna shrilled.

"What, Mother? They're supposed to just store it and wait for you to maybe possibly get out of jail?" Uni asked.

"Problem with handouts," George muttered, carrying the last box of Mony's into the master bedroom. "More you give them, the more they expect."

"And I had me a brand spanking new TV; anybody seen that?" Bubba demanded.

"Have no clue what happened to your shit," George admitted. "Know your car got impounded."

"Well, they better give me my car," Bubba snarled.

"Or what, Bubba? Huh? Or what?" Mony asked, already regretting her decision to leave the sanctity of George Papil's home.

"Sue them, that's or what," Bubba threatened.

"Karma's a mother fucker, ain't it?' George smirked.

"What? What you mean?" Bubba asked.

"Y'all fucked around when y'all knew Donna's married to a good man like Jack and y'all get popped for a murder never happened," George explained.

"Mony, we're going be late," Uni said, looking at her watch.

"Knew we should have asked for the late shift," Mony said. "Oh well, I'll finish unpacking later.

"What? Where y'all working?" Donna asked.

"Dead End," Mony said.

"Dead... Y'all are waitresses?" Donna asked.

"Get real," Uni scoffed.

"We're dancers," Mony said.

"Dance... Over my dead body!" Donna screamed.

"Whatever, Mother," Mony said. "We're both over twenty one and can do whatever we want."

"As long as you're living in my house..." Donna shrilled.

"Ha ha, oh my God! Look around, Mother! It's MY house. Mine!" Mony hooted.

"You!" Donna snarled hatefully at George as he carried the last of Mony's boxes to her bedroom. "I ask you watch my girls and next thing they're whores?"

"No ma'am," George said, not smiling. "They're dancers. Whores flop on their backs and fuck losers that almost played football, almost had a job, almost but never did. And the whole time they're married to a man that has a job and does the best he can for his family."

George looked around, determined he'd done his job and walked to the door of the duplex.

"Uni and Mony dance; it's hard work but it is honest work; and they're damned good at it," George said. "And it's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Bye, Mother," Mony said. "Bubba, stay out of my room, especially my bathroom."

"This ain't over; we going talk some more when you get home," Donna threatened.

"Uh huh," Mony said.

"And you! Why you ain't living here, huh?" Donna demanded.

"I'm living with my man," Uni said.

"Your... Who's your man? Why I ain't never heard..." Donna demanded.

"Bye Mother, see you," Uni said, not answering.

"Oh my God, I changed my mind, they can go back to jail," Harmony said as they backed out of the driveway.

"I don't think you get that choice," Uni smirked.

The day passed quickly, uneventfully. It passed a little too quickly for Mony. Uni declined Mony's urgent invitation to come home with her.

"Fine, bitch," Mony playfully shoved Uni out of the car when she pulled up in front of George's house.

"But what you doing tomorrow?" Uni asked; they had the day off.

"Recovering from killing Bubba; sure you don't want to come home with me?" Mony begged.

"Bye," Uni smirked at the two teenage boys that had been admiring her backside in the cut off shorts.

From the moment Mony walked in, to the moment she slammed and locked her bedroom door, Donna kept up a shrill barrage of questions and insults about Mony and Uni being dancers.

Freshly showered, Mony noted with some satisfaction, her bedroom and bathroom did seem undisturbed.

Reluctantly, Mony pulled on a bra before pulling on her Papillion Plumbing tee shirt and panties were wiggled into before she pulled on a pair of shorts.

It was her apartment; she should be able to walk around comfortably. And when it had been her and See and Uni and Jack and Mother, she could walk around in just tee shirt and loose shorts.

And when it had been her and Uni and George, she wore even less than that.

But Mony didn't want Bubba to get any ideas.

She sniffed the air as she came out of her bedroom.

"Now, what you mean y'all are dancers?" Donna again screamed.

"I mean we dance for money. What's for supper? You didn't cook anything? What've you been doing all day?" Mony snapped.

"We uh, we been unpacking," Donna lied.

"Three boxes still sitting here," Mony said, pointing to the three boxes on the kitchen counter.

"Unpacking in our bedroom," Bubba gave a leer.

"Fuck!" Mony snapped. "Been on my God damned feet all fucking day, got to come home and cook too?"

She located the skillet, fried up half a pound of bacon and made three BLT sandwiches.

"Hate tomatoes," Bubba complained.

"Good fucking God, then don't eat the fucking things Bubba," Mony snapped.




Uneducated 02



Donna put a hand on Bubba's leg.

Bubba also complained about Mony's rule of 'I cooked, you clean' and again Donna put a restraining hand on his shoulder.

Paying a visit to Uni and Mr. George, Mony saw that the dynamics had changed. Before, she and Uni had competed for Mr. George's attention. It had been a friendly competition, but it was a competition.

Now, her seat, which had been the closest to where Mr. George sat at the dinner table, that seat was now Uni's seat.

As they sat and ate, Uni and George touched each other. Soft touches, lingering touches.

And they looked at each other a lot.

On a hunch, Mony snuck a look into what used to be their bedroom. There was no sheet on the bed, no pillow on the bed.

The hall bathroom was empty of any of Uni's cosmetics.

Mony kissed her sister, kissed Mr. George, and left the house.

"Hmm, boy, I'm tired," George gave a mock yawn. "You tired? I'm tired."

"Oh, okay, I guess we should go to bed then," Uni smiled, walking to the bedroom.

Both Uni and Mony sent numerous letters to the address See had given them in her letter but they never did receive any replies.

One day, looking through her purse for a Midol or Pampering tablet, Mony found a business card for Superior Motors.

Men dropped their business cards into the tip jar all the time. Mony did not even bother looking at them, just threw the cards away.

She puzzled over why she would have a business card for cars that were well outside of her price range and flipped it over.

"Oh yeah, that's that blind guy!" she said.

Patrick answered and Mony thrilled that the man remembered her. She found out he was at work, as a switchboard operator at St. Elizabeth's Trauma Center and drove out there.

Mony observed Patrick as he worked and again was struck at how handsome he was, how well-adjusted he seemed. They went to lunch in the hospital's cafeteria. He very politely, but firmly refused her overbearing and quite clumsy attempts of assistance.

Over lunch, he admitted that he did not like the fare at the cafeteria on Fridays. She immediately offered to come get him and bring him to the Dead End for lunch.

Mony forgot about a tradition at the Dead End. Whenever a dancer brought in a boyfriend, husband, or girlfriend to the bar, the other dancers would flirt outrageously with that dancer's significant other.

Blind or not, Patrick was no exception. After witnessing Angela, and her own sister Uni rubbing their breasts all over the smiling Patrick, Mony exploded in jealousy.

"Mine, damn it! He's mine!" she screamed at the giggling Uni and Angela.

"I am?" Patrick smiled at her.

She kissed him hotly.

Two weeks later, Mony happily told Bubba and Donna they were on their own; she was giving TAB Properties thirty days' notice that she intended to vacate the premises. Any sense of duty she may have felt toward her mother had been negated by Bubba's boorish behavior and both adults' slovenly mannerisms and shared lack of ambition.

"It's honest work," she would smirk at her mother whenever Donna would make a disparaging remark about dancing.

Mony was surprised how quickly and easily she was accepted by Patrick's siblings, father and step-mother. 

(The step-mother was another shock--the bone thin red head was only twenty one years old, a year younger than Patrick. And Caitlin Delacroix was thirty years younger than her husband, Barry Delacroix.)

Christmas Day, Patrick surprised her with a beautiful set of sapphire earrings. His baby sister, Toni, had helped him pick them out and Patrick pointed out that the sapphires matched her beautiful eyes.

Then, as they were sitting at the dining room table at his father's house, eating and laughing and recounting stories of Christmases past, Patrick got to his feet.

"I can think of only one thing that would make this Christmas perfect; it would make all my future Christmases perfect," he announced, then got down on one knee next to Mony's chair.

Harmony Ann Kohl, marrying you would be the best Christmas gift ever," he said and Mony's eyes rolled back in her head as he held out a beautiful diamond and sapphire ring.

George and Uni were married by Judge Marie Robichaux, on Valentine's Day. Uni also announced that day that she was two months pregnant with George's baby.

At four months pregnant, Uni gave the Dead End Bar her two weeks' notice. She was not even showing yet, but Uni, and George, felt that the cigarette smoke just wasn't good for the fetus.

On the fourth Saturday in June, Bubba sat and stewed as Mony's brother, George Papil walked Mony down the aisle of St. Thomas Aquinas Church. As he was living with Mony's mother, Bubba felt that this honor should have fallen to him.

At the reception, he said as much to George.

"Look at it this way, Bubba," George smirked. "Know how you always telling people you was almost drafted by the Dallas Cowboys?"

"Yeah, Coach Landry took one look..." Bubba said, warming up to the lie he'd told so many times, he believed it by now.

"Well, now you can tell them you almost walked Mony down the aisle," George said and walked away, laughing.

THE END of the 'Uneducated' series.

(Some of you will recognize Harmony Kohl from the 'Wealth' series--I'd actually started this tale before starting the 'Wealth' series but put it on the back burner.)




**Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I do thank you for reading my stories.

Disclaimers--which quite often receive more comments than the stories themselves.

Yes, I need an Editor. The moment I become a professional writer, I will get one.

Yes, it's too long.

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Yes, it's in the wrong category.

Yes, it's stupid shit.

And, yes, I suck.

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