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Hurricane Party

By: Heathen Hemmingway



Some people in this world live a life of extremes. This story is about one of them, told through their own eyes. 

I get really horny when I'm aggravated. Sometimes when I'm pissed off, sometimes when I'm antsy. Every time the girl from the end of the block walks by I get a huge hard on. Like a lightning bolt. The tv articles and books say I'm a sexual predator because getting angry makes me horny. That really kills me. I've never even had a speeding ticket. There's gotta be more people like me out there. I've been with a few girls, but it always felt weird. I just don't feel I'm in my place in bed with a pretty woman. Don't get me wrong. I love pussy. I daydream about it all the time. Every time the girl from the end of the block walks by I find myself wondering what hers looks like. I just don't feel right when I'm with a pretty girl. I can't help but feel she can do better than me, and that makes me feel like shit.

I've always been a loner. Most people seem to sense it right away. I don't carry around a big fake smile and try to win people over. I just try to be nice as it takes to get by and go on about my way. Alot of people try to chum up with me. I don't trust any motherfucker with a big salesman smile. Sometimes I think there is a sign above my head that says 'sucker' and everyone can see it but me. I work my ass off. I pull boxes at the p.o. at night, and work ten hours a day Monday through Saturday in the shipyard. Between my two jobs I've managed to put a nice chunk of money back. 

It really amazes me. I stay out of people's way and don't bother anyone. I don't harass anyone, don't drink or party. I've never once been behind the wheel of a car when I was drunk. Matter of fact I can count on one hand the times I have been drunk. And get this shit, the fact that I don't make a big blip on the social radar makes me stand out. I just fucking love it sometimes. I'm no lawyer, but I am sure there isn't a law against being a quiet person. 

I try not to feel guilty about watching the girl. I try to justify it. I never watch her for more than just a few seconds. She's tall. Her hair is long and jet black. It's so black it shines in the sun. Most days she wears it up in a bun. I think that's sexy. I've seen her with her hair down a couple of times. It's long and thick with nice curls. She always has these two little ringlets of hair hanging down, even if she is wearing her hair in a bun. She wears what I call business clothes. Always dark material. She usually wears a skirt and a white blouse, with one of those sport jackets made for women over that. It makes her waist and hips stand out nice. Her tits aren't big but they look great. You can tell she doesn't need one of those wonderbras. Tits like that are a wonder in themselves. 

She has a sway to her walk. It reminds me of the way women in the movies walk when they are trying to seduce someone. It's really noticeable. She just has a sexy walk. Her tight little ass lifts and bounces every time she takes a step. One day about three weeks ago I saw her going by and her walk was all different. She looked like she was almost staggering. Have you ever seen someone who was drunk, doing their very best to walk like they were sober? That's what she looked like. Ok, I admit that day I watched her for more than a second. 

What I saw really pissed me off. She had a bruise under her right cheek, just below the slope of the jaw. She had a compact in one hand and a little makeup brush in the other. She was covering the bruise in a hurry as she walked past my apartment building. She must have been leaving home in a hell of a hurry if she didn't have time to cover that big shiner. She's a pretty girl, so I find it hard to believe she would leave the house without her face on unless there was something wrong. I've had my licks before, and I know that bruise didn't come from slipping on a wet bathroom floor or tripping in heels. Last time I took a shot like that, the guy was trying to knock me out. Looks like a hard right uppercut that didn't quite reach its mark. 

I can't stand myself for saying this, but dammit seeing that bruise almost made me cry. God only knows how she felt about it. It pissed me off, and sure enough as she walked out of sight I was sporting a huge hard on. When I get pissed off and get an erection I feel like the most pathetic thing in the world. I don't want to fuck anyone. I just want to crawl up in a hole and die. I'm sure a bunch of high dollar shrinks would slap a label on me in a heart beat and claim I'm some kind of rare find. I think I'm just a real fucking loser. 

Here's the bad part about the whole situation. Her boyfriend lives in my building. The next floor up to the right. I can hear him and his buddies partying all the time. And they do party all the time, mind you. I have a big screen tv and I can hear them over it clear as a bell. I never turn it up too loud, but even at higher volume I can always hear them above me. He has these two slack face looking buddies that hang at his place all the time. I can tell they don't work. They're soft all the way around and think they're bad asses. My hands bleed sometimes from the abuse they get at work, and I wouldn't hurt a fly. They've never had to live through any hardships, never had to go hungry. I guess since they wear Abercrombie and listen to gangster rap, it's enough to convince them they are bad asses. 

I've been trying to distract myself lately. I watch tv every now and then. Usually I watch The History Channel when they have a show about world war two. Then again when do they not, now that I think about it. I also like Discovery and the classic movie channel. I collect things, too. In my spare time. Over the past couple of years I have started collecting replicas of ancient eastern weapons. Swords, katanas, naginatas, sais. All the names sounded exotic to me. The ninja and samurai weren't just masters at fighting. They were also masters at making. 

Two weeks ago I bought on an authentic manriki. It's a hand made chain. The links are all filed down and honed razor sharp. On both ends of the chain is a porcelain handle about four inches long. The warrior wielding it would swing it like a whip, then when it wrapped around the arm, leg or neck of the opponent, he could snap it back and it would cut right down to the bone. Even take the limb or head right off. I got it from one of those pawn shop dummies. He didn't even know what it was. I got it for twenty dollars. I did some searching online, and if this thing is the genuine article it's worth about seven grand. 

Every time I look at it, I am convinced it is the real thing. It's really my pride and joy. I can just imagine who held this thing, who used it. Maybe this one was ceremonial or a gift. The porcelain handles have tiny little flowers painted on them. Whatever they used to coat the porcelain is some pretty good shit. Both handles shine like they are wet. The white is clear and clean looking. The blue flowers look like the kind you see on those old Chinese tea sets. I always handle it carefully. It'll cut the shit out of you in a heartbeat.

I've seen her walking by with the boyfriend a few times. I don't think either one of them has a car. Every time I see her I try to distract myself somehow. Today she walked by and I suddenly decided I needed to watch tv. I like this tv. Not so much because it's big and fancy, but because it's big and fancy and it's mine. I went to the mall after work one day looking for a new tv. I was standing in front of this tv looking it over. A smarmy looking sales guy walked up and gave me the routine. He took one look at my dirty work clothes and told me I was welcome to apply for store credit. I pulled a knot of hundreds out of my pocket and asked him how long it would take to have it delivered. Sometimes saying nothing at all is the best response you can give. 

So anyway I clicked on the tv. The first thing I see is a weather screen with a huge white blemish in the middle. Great. I can't fucking believe this. Another hurricane is on the way. This is the fourth one recently. I'm just about sick of the whole damned hurricane experience. According to the weather channel it's two days away from the east coast, gaining strength as it goes. Looks like I'm going to miss more work. I hate missing work. Something tells me this hurricane is going to be a huge pain in my ass. 

I hear a sudden thumping noise from above me. It's probably the asshole and his friends watching another football game. Seems the only thing they enjoy more than watching a game is yelling at it. I hear another thump, and then hear raised voices. One of them is a woman's voice. I turn off the tv and listen. Two voices, the words muffled. A few words come through loud and clear.

"Goddamnit Eric. I can't take you any more!" The female voice says. She is almost screaming.

"You can and you will. Stop your bitching Lidia." The male voice yells in angry response.

Lidia. Her name is Lidia. Pretty name. More muffled words, sounds like she is crying. 

"No hell I won't! Why did you have to hit me? You haven't worked in three weeks and it's my fault? I can't lose my job Eric. I can't and I won...." Her words are cut short by a flat sound. I can hear two or three fast clicking sounds, then a thud. The motherfucker slapped her then she staggered back and fell. I can hear alot of babbling back and forth, both trying to talk over the other. She's crying, he's yelling. 

"Don't you dare complain to me. You can't get by without me. You can't wipe your ass without me you stupid bitch. You need me." He screams.

"Eric why do you have to be this way? I can't live with you like this. I love you but goddamn you I fucking hate you." She is crying more than talking now. God that sound hurts so bad. 

I hear another sharp sound, and her cries draw out into one long wail. I can picture her lying on the floor on front of him crying. Her black hair splayed about her, her eyes red and puffy with tears. It occurs to me that I've never seen her close enough to tell what color her eyes are. Suddenly I hear loud footsteps and the slam of a door. Her footsteps are clicking down the stairs to the ground floor. Before the entrance door slams shut behind her, I hear her voice clearly.

"I don't need you."

Ch. 2

I've been sitting at my kitchen table for about three hours now. Just thinking. I've given up any attempts to distract myself. The sound of her crying keeps echoing through my head. Her boyfriend's voice is like an angry buzzing in my ears. I've been having some pretty disturbing thoughts for the past few minutes. I know I should feel guilty about even thinking like that. Every time the sound of her sobbing resonates through me I feel like my blood is boiling. Right now I'm having a hard time feeling guilty about anything. I've entertained foolish thoughts like approaching her. Telling her that she can find help in her situation. Telling her she can get out of it and be safe. But I'm a loner, you see. She'll take one look at me, see my eyes and then she will be afraid of me. It's just that way. It's the most frustrating feeling in the world.

I'm going to lie down for a while. It's useless trying to sleep, but I have to at least get some rest. I've always been a restless person, but since their fight I can't think about anything else. I guess I'll try the most dependable distraction known to man. I'll lie here and daydream about pussy.

When I was twenty two I worked with a girl named Sharon. I was working at a small seafood restaurant. She was a hostess and expo. When she wasn't greeting people and seating them she was helping the servers run food to their tables. I was amazed by her the first time I saw her. Have you ever seen a girl with perfect skin? It seems to almost glow. It looks soft beyond description. She had long blond hair. And her eyes. Let me tell you, this girl could hypnotize a man with those eyes. They were a pure crystalline blue. Just the slightest smile and look from those eyes turned my legs to water. 

I was working the cook line. I was the new guy so I got the shit detail most of the time. She was nice to everyone, and all the guys were hot for her. She was only seventeen, though. I remember that she never used her 'untouchable' appeal to tease anybody that I ever saw. I thought that was pretty impressive of her. She had a great body and could have had men running around after her with no effort at all. Instead she worked her ass off. She worked after school five days a week and a few hours on Saturdays.

Most of the guys at work were really hot to get into her pants. I heard several of them ask her when she was turning eighteen. She just smiled and told them soon enough. She wasn't buying into their stupid come-ons. Telling them when she turned legal was like declaring open season on young pussy. Not letting them know her birthday was very smart of her. It kept the guys at a safe distance. 

She had nice tits. Big and well shaped. Alot of women with big tits have just that, big tits. Size isn't everything. A pair of big sloppy saggy tits doesn't do anything for me. Hers were shaped perfectly. They stood proudly. The slope and fall of her breasts was enough to make me ache to touch them. You could see the shape of her nipples even through her shirt and bra. The girl didn't really flaunt it. She just had it. 

Truth be known she was well built all the way around. She reminded me of a really hot softball chick. Well developed legs. Plenty of muscle but still very nice. Her ass was rock solid. Her waist and hips had that violin shape. I was very taken with her, but there was no way in hell I would have told her. She was always nice to me when she would pop in the kitchen long enough to pick up a plate of trays or snag a bite to eat. 

One busy Friday night she struck a conversation with me. She was on her break. I was re-stocking my station near the end of my shift. I forget exactly what happened, I was too immersed in watching her. I think we were talking about a movie we both had seen. No, wait. I do remember now. We were talking about music. She told me she liked The Mamas And The Papas. I was surprised she even knew who they were. We chatted for about ten or fifteen minutes. When her break was over she said bye and surprised the shit out of me by giving my her number. The whole time I was trying my damndest not to look at her tits. I know that pisses women off sometimes, and I can understand why. Her tits had a way of bouncing when she moved. It was really hard not to stare at them. I think you could put a Greyhound bus on her chest and those tits would still be standing tall. 

I got off work about ten. As I was leaving I got some shitty looks from the other guys. Oh, well. Fuck 'em. I went home and cleaned up. I must have stared at that telephone for an hour before I got the nerve up to call. She answered the phone. I can still remember how the anticipation felt. She erased my anxiety when we started talking. She was just about the nicest person I have ever met. Even to today. Over the next few weeks we talked alot over the phone. We formed a pretty amazing friendship. Even her voice was pretty to me. 

I was slowly building up the nerve to ask her out. Nothing that could be considered a date, mind you. I always kept her age in mind. Last thing I wanted to do was hurt this girl by trying to start something between us that simply wouldn't work. I decided I would invite her to the planetarium. It seemed pretty innocent. Not like a club or a bar. Alot of people there. They had laser light shows with themes. One of them was the Pink Floyd laser light show. I had been wanting to see the show, but honestly I didn't want to go alone. When I finally worked up my nerve and asked her I was completely shocked by her response. We were at work, so I expected her to politely decline me. 

"Sure, I would love to. I've told my mom all about you. She was wondering why you haven't asked me out yet." She told me.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I told her I didn't want to take anything for granted. That was just a lame way of saying I was too shy to ask until now. She asked me why I had never asked when her eighteenth birthday was. I told her it didn't matter. I was happy to be able to hang out with her. She took her driver's license out and showed it it to me. She was smiling. I looked at the date on the license. She had turned eighteen three weeks before I called her that first time. She was looking at me with this complacent grin. 

"My mom's in Mobile until tomorrow night. You want to come over?" She asked.

I think my jaw hit the floor and shattered. I told her a stuttering yes. She hugged me and kissed me. I could feel her tits rub against my chest. I didn't think any off the other guys had seen us, but as I was leaving that night I heard someone behind me mumble. 

"Fucker."

Yep, they saw us. 

I arrived at her house about eleven. She answered the door wearing pajamas. I thought that was the cutest thing. Then I saw how the snug fitting pajama pants clung to her ass, the word cute didn't come to mind. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were standing out like perfect cones under the fabric of her pajama top. Next thing I knew, we were making out out on her couch. I started easing my hand inside her shirt. She always had ways of surprising me. She took the shirt off herself and smothered my face in her tits. I felt like I was obliged to show some kind of restraint. I didn't want her to think I was some slobbering kid.

"Suck on them all you want. That's what they're for."

And that's exactly what I did. I gripped and squeezed her tits while I sucked her pert nipples. She moaned and cooed happily. I couldn't believe it but she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. She stopped me long enough to pull her pajama pants off. She wasn't wearing any panties. Her pubic hair was a lighter blonde than the hair on her head. I started rubbing her pussy. I slid my finger inside her and she started sucking on my neck. 

She stood and led me from the couch to her bedroom. She laid down and tucked a pillow under her head. She didn't say a word. She spread her legs and closed her eyes. I took a long moment to look at her. Her skin, her hair, her hips and stomach. Her breasts and her legs. Even her belly button was arousing. And yes her pussy. Her pussy was so fucking fuckable. I can't think of any other word to describe it. I started licking her pussy. I was surprised by the size of her clit. It was perfectly pink. It was about the size of a pea. I licked it and she jumped. I haven't met a woman since who has such a sensitive clit. I licked her clitoris, sucking it and teasing it. She came like a rocket a few minutes later. I mounted her and slid inside. Her pussy enveloped my cock in intense delirious friction. She pulled me close to her and welcomed my cock. Moments later and I was pulling out of her as I was about to let go. 

The words 'I'm sorry that was so short' were about to come from my mouth, but before I could speak she grabbed my cock and began jerking me off furiously. My orgasm seemed to multiply inside me when she touched me. I came like a fire hose. Cum shot onto her stomach and tits. She kept stroking my cock until I was spent. I could barely move, now that I think of it. 

"I can tell you're stressed. It's ok." She said softly.

One of the most arousing things I have ever seen was her lying there with a placid look in her eyes, my cum dripping down between her cleavage. She pulled me close to her and we lie there in a big sticky happy mess. We lie there for about an hour then took a shower together. She let me wash her hair. I really enjoyed that. I lathered her with soap head to toe. After we rinsed off I sucked the water from her nipples. 


Hurricane Party



I was bone tired, filthy dirty, hungry and thirsty. Four hours of slinging sand bags in the rain will do that to you. I wiped the water from my eyes for the millionth time and looked around. The guy who had been working next to me for the last hour or two was slumped on the ground. I sank down beside him. He had about worked me to death handing me bags for me to place. I looked down the wall of the school building. We were done. All the doors had sand bags up about two feet in front of them. The wind was starting to pick up a little. I stood and tapped the guy on the shoulder and saw his head lift. I stuck my hand down and he grabbed it. I pulled him up. I hadn't realized he was so short. I leaned over and yelled, "We need to find shelter, I don't even know where we are. Do you?"

He nodded and started off to our left pulling me along. I saw the truck I had come with pass us heading down the street. The rain jacket the guy ahead of me was wearing was really flapping and snapping from the wind now, My rain parka had long since ripped to shreds and been discarded. I was led to a large house. The windows were covered with plywood and it looked ready for anything. 

He pulled at the door but the wind was against the large door and he only got it open a little ways. I grabbed it and held it while he slipped in, then I followed him in. The wind slammed the door shut. My buddy had disappeared and I leaned against the door dripping on the floor.

A pretty young woman stuck her head around the corner and beckoned me. I followed her and she led me to a bath room. She said, "Wait." She was back in a minute with a large towel and a terry robe. She said, " hurry and shower before the power goes off. Hand me your clothes out the door and I'll see if we have time to wash and dry them before we loose power." I said, "Thanks. You are a jewel." She grinned at me and shut the door."

The hot shower felt great. The mud ran off in streams at first but cleared pretty fast. I had a quick scrub and was out of the shower so I wouldn't use it all up or get caught all soaped up with the power off and no water. The robe was a little small for me but felt great. 

I opened the door to the bathroom and looked both ways. No sign of life either way. I decided to try the way I thought I had entered from. I walked down the hall and finally heard voices. I entered a kitchen and it was empty. I heard the voices from a door and looked out into a garage. Several people were looking at something on the floor. I walked over and looked too. They were looking at a portable generator. They were trying to figure out how to start it up. I said, "Can I help. I have had several of those over the years and I might be able to get it going." Four women looked at me and smiled. "Be our guest." I stooped and checked it out. It was full of what appeared to be fresh gas. I found a switch labeled ON-OFF and put it to ON. I reached under the gas tank and found the fuel shut off lever and turned it on. I pushed the choke lever on and grabbed the starter cord and put my foot on a wheel and gave a hard pull. Nothing! I tried again. Nothing! I looked at it again and found the spark plug wire off. I put it on and pulled on the cord again. This time I was rewarded with a pop and a short run. I turned the choke off and pulled again. The generator roared to life. I looked at all the ladies and took a short bow. I let it run a few minutes then shut it off.

I looked at them again. "You can't run it inside here. When you need it you will have to put it out side some where." I followed them into the kitchen and got my first good look at them. They were all very lovely. The youngest was the girl who showed me the bathroom. She grinned and said "Thanks Major Thomas Sanchez, we would never have figured it out." 

"Hey! How do you know my name?" 

She grinned, "I took your billfold out of your pants and it was very wet so I spread every thing out to dry."

"Thank you very much. I am not really a Major anymore though. I was just retired." 

"What happened?"

"They have no use for one eyed pilots. So I'm out of work. I have a question. How is the guy I was working with. He about wore me out."

"That was Jane, right here." She put her hand on a very attractive lady standing next to her. She smiled at me and laughed. "I am the guy, and you were really great. You did work me into the ground. If you hadn't lifted me I would still be sitting out there. And we know what you are talking about, we are all Marine wives, or were. We are two wives and two widows."

What could I say except, "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me."

"There is nothing to forgive you for. You didn't do any wrong."

A gust of wind rattled the whole house it seemed. 

I looked at them, "How far is it to the School Transportation Office from here? "

Jane smiled, "Too far. You can't walk it. I would be afraid to drive now, so you are going to have to ride it out with us."

I smiled at them and said, "Ladies, I can't think of a more delightful and beautiful group to ride out a hurricane with. I have met Jane. So Jane you have to introduce me to the other ladies." 

Jane grinned and put her hand on the shoulder of the oldest woman, "this is my Aunt Mary. She owns the house. Next to her is her daughter Francis, and this girl is her youngest daughter Sarah." Francis and I are the widows. So keep your hands off the other two." She giggled, "I didn't mean you could put your hands on us."

I grinned right back, "Shucks! I thought that was an open invitation, now I am not sure where to put my hands, maybe I better just sit on them."

The lights went off, then came right back on. I said, "If you have a flash light and oil lamps or candles, this would be a good time to get them ready."

The house shook with another gust and the wind noise got louder.

"Have you weathered Hurricanes here before? Do you remember where the generator was put to run?"

Mary said her husband put it on the screened porch. She led me to a door and pointed out the little window. Rain was pelting that side of the house. It didn't look like a good spot during this storm. I told them that I thought that we would leave it in the garage for now. We could open the door a little and run it with out getting drowned while starting it up. Mary told me her husband had a special cord he made to plug into the house where the clothes drier plugged in. Then he had the circuits breakers that had to be shut off painted red. That left lights, hot water and the refrigerator and TV working. The microwave would still work as would one small burner on the stove.

I told them that It sounded good to me. 

We sat in the family room. There were lots of Marine Corps mementos and pictures there. Jane sat beside me on the couch. She asked me what my plans were now that I was a civilian. 

"I don't really have any plans. I don't know what I want to do with my life. I guess I will go back to North Central Florida. I was born there and own property there that I inherited from my parents. I have a huge farm there I know nothing about how to run. I went to the Naval Academy right out of high school. I have never had a job except as a Marine fighter pilot, and like I said, I can't do that anymore. I am really sort of at a loss, I don't know what to do."

Mary asked, "Where is your farm in Florida? I went to the University of Florida in Gainesville."

"Have you ever heard of a little town called Fort McCoy?

"Let me think, is it north east of Ocala about fifteen or twenty miles? I had a very good friend at college who was from there. I went there with her several times. Her name was Francis Baker."

I grinned, "That was my Mother."

"You are Frannie's son? I lost track of her twenty five years ago, a couple years after you were born I think. I can't believe this. You said your parents are dead?"

"Yes they were killed in a car crash when I was twelve years old. My grandparents took me in. They were great."

"I remember Frannie's parents, Fred and Sandra, I think."

"That's right, they are both gone too now."

Mary started crying, "I just can't believe you are Frannie's son. You are almost family." She looked at me and said "I here by pronounce you a full member of the extended Johnson family.

"Thank you very, very much, Aunt Mary, if I may call you that."

"I wouldn't want it any other way." 

The wind was howling louder now. I said, "Someone should check the windows now and see they aren't leaking or anything. We want to do that every now and then."

A really strong blast shook the house again. Francis and Sarah got up and went to check the windows. There was a loud crash from up stairs and I took off running. I went upstairs and could feel the wind rushing down the hall from my left. I ran that way and saw the two women struggling to close a door. I put my shoulder to the door and we got it closed. I saw there was no real bolt on the door. I ran down the stairs leaving them to hold a chair back under the door knob.

"Aunt Mary, I need a hammer and some nails and a board of some kind if you have one, the door up there blew open and it may happen again." I followed her out to the garage and saw a 2x4 against the wall. Mary handed me a hammer and a bunch of nails. I ran back up the stairs and braced the door with the 2x4. A few nails held every thing in place. We checked the rest of the rooms and went back down stairs. 

I was the last one in the family room after I took a quick turn around the ground floor checking the windows. I smiled and told them every thing looked good for now.

They all smiled at me. Jane giggled a little bit and I noticed they were all looking at my groin area. I looked down and saw I had lost the belt to the robe and I was in full display for the four women. I snatched the robe shut and looked up at all of them grinning at me. 

Sarah laughed and said, "Tom, you might as well let it all hang out, we have all checked it out now. I for one am very impressed." 

Jane winked at me and said, "Me too! Wow!."

Mary laughed and said, "You better cover it up Tom, with four horny girls in here with you." 

"Ladies, please forgive me, I am not really a flasher, I didn't realize it was open. Please believe me. I guess I had better find something else to wear. Are my clothes wearable yet?" 

"We are going to have to take a vote on that. How many want to let him get something else to wear?" said Francis. "I don't see any votes in favor, all against raise your hands."

I grinned and raised my hand with the other four. Suddenly the damned robe seemed to be smaller and I couldn't seem to keep it closed. Part of the problem was that with all the girls looking at me I was getting aroused.

I looked at them, "Please could some one get me a towel or something." All of them including Mary were staring at my problem now and no one moved. He was fully erect now. I said, "The hell with it." I let go of the robe and stood up. All ten inches stood straight out. Jane reached out and pushed down on it a little and then let go. It flopped up and slapped my belly. I covered my face and pretended to cry, "I feel so used and exploited." That got a good chuckle. I sat back down and crossed my legs. It didn't work well but I felt better.

Jane got up and came back with a large beach towel. She looked at me and said, "Please don't be angry with us. We just couldn't believe the size of that thing. I don't know about the rest of the girls but it was by far the biggest I have ever seen, I didn't even know they got that big. Don't you hurt girls with that monster?"

"I have yet to have a single complaint. Not that too many ladies have tried it. Tonight has doubled the number of women who have even seen it."

Francis said, "I know this is terrible of me to ask, but can we see him again?" Every one of them nodded. I stood and let the robe drop to the floor. They all move in closer to me. They were only about a foot away. The wind shook the house and they didn't notice. Sarah looked at her mother, "Can I touch it?" Mary looked up at me. I nodded. Sarah put her little hand out and grasped him around the middle. She put her other hand on him too. She touched him, gently sliding the length of him. A drop of clear fluid came from the slit in the head. She put her finger on the drop and drew a string of precum to her lips and licked it in. She looked up and smiled. I smiled back. Her mother put her hand on him next. She was still a beautiful woman and she looked in my eyes as she softly stroked him. She leaned forward and brushed her lips across the head. I didn't know how much more of this I could take before I shot my load. Francis slipped her hands down the shaft and moaned and squeezed harder and then pulled away. Then Jane moved closer. I watched as she licked her lips and looked up at me without a smile. She looked at him very, very closely, only touching him with only the tips of two fingers. She rubbed him against her soft cheek. I moaned as she ran her fingers lightly up and down, "I am going to cum, look out." I stiffened and groaned. I felt her lips close around the shaft just below the head and he erupted. Spurt after spurt of cum filled her mouth. I hadn't cum in weeks and I was carrying a load. Her cheeks were swollen out until she swallowed. A trickle ran down from her lips. Francis leaned over and licked it off.

I stepped back and looked at them as I sat down. "Thank you ladies, I needed that."

"No, Tom, we needed that. And we really thank you. That is a magnificent hunk of meat you have there. I think we all love it." said Mary. The wind was really roaring now. The women all looked concerned. Windows rattled and banged even though they were covered by plywood. The lights flickered and went out. We sat in darkness for several minutes until a match flared and a candle was lit. Mary lit another candle and smiled at me. "Are you still here? I thought one of us would have dragged you off to her room by now" 

"Well if no one else will do it I will. Please come with me young man. That is, if you want to." I followed her to her bedroom. She may have been as old as my mother but all I could see was a beautiful woman with lovely face and the figure of a thirty year old. I was horny and I wanted her. She shut her door and lifted her blouse over her head. Her beasts were firm and still delicious. She pulled her jeans down and her panties with them . She was still slim and trim. She lay back on the bed and I joined her. The wind howled out side but we paid it no mind. I kissed her lips and caressed her body. Her breasts were fabulous, firm, taught and her nipples were pointing at the sky. I had to taste them. They responded to my caresses and she moaned as I placed my mouth over them. They were like warm rubber. I flipped them with my tongue. She moaned and writhed on the bed. I rolled on top of her and slipped down between her wide spread legs. There was no light in the room so I felt my way to her pussy. It was wide open for me. I kissed around the vulva and found her inner lips and sucked them into my mouth. She was screaming quite loud by now. I licked her clit and slurped up her juices. She screamed for me to fuck her so I rubbed my cock in her juices and pressed him against the opening to her love canal. I slipped right into her hot wet pussy. She tightened her pussy around my cock and drove me up the wall. God she was good. I thrust in and out as fast as I could. She was pulling me tighter and clawing at my back. She wanted more than I had to give. I erupted in a rush of feelings. I loved to please this woman. My cock emptied it's self in her pussy. We lay quiet for a few minutes. She snuggled against me. "Thank you Tom. That was wonderful, in case you are wondering, I have my husbands permission to do this if I get too horny. As long as it is pure sex and no love involved I can do as I need to. I do love you, you are a sweet young man. Let's clean up and go face the girls.

We walked in the kitchen, Me with a towel wrapped around me. The girls looked at Mary. She grinned, "He is sweet and gentle, if you let him, he will fuck your brains out. Please do not miss this chance, He is the best you will ever have. I promise." 

There were sandwiches and some slaw on the table and we all pitched in. We had wine and beer. There was not much conversation. Mary had said everything.

We listened to the wind scream around the house. After about an hour Francis stood and took my hand and led me to the door. We went to her room and she pushed me down on the bed. She lay on top of me and kissed me. It was delightful. I was afraid my erection would scare her. She rolled off me and pulled the towel away. Her hands had no trouble finding my cock. She stroked him and kissed lightly along him. She finally could stand it no more and crawled over me and found my penis with her mouth. She licked him up and down. I twisted her around and pulled her up over my face. Her little pussy was dripping wet and burning hot. I explored it with my tongue and lapped happily away at her fluids. She was moaning loudly by now. She yelled my name over and over. I lifted her and slid her down over my body until I felt her pussy touch my rampant cock. Damn I was still hot and I thrust up into her hot cunt. I held her a little above me and shoved up into her as fast as my body would go. She screamed that she was climaxing and she jerked around and then trembled and screamed, "Yes, Yes, Yes!" She fell over me and lay still. I was drained myself. We lay listening to the rain slam into the house. The wind really screamed around the house now. I kissed her sweet lips and covered her with a sheet and went down to the kitchen. Three sets of eyes watched as I sat down. "She is fine, she is resting, she will be down in a bit."

Sarah looked at me, "How are you feeling, given out yet?"

I grinned, "Not quite yet, Sweetheart, I would like to rest for a short time though." 

"Damn! Tommy, you could make a good living as a gigolo."

"No! It has to be someone I really care about pleasing. I don't think I could do it for money. No way." 

"That is so sweet, let me know when you're recovered," said Sarah. She got up and walked out of the room. Jane took my hand and looked in my eyes, "You don't have to do me tonight if you don't feel up to it."

"Yes I do! I have been saving the best for last. I want you more than anything little girl. I have lusted after you all night. Ever since I found out you were not a guy. I want you to sleep with me tonight. I just want to feel you next to me after we make love, not have sex. Will you do that?"

"Yes." 

I held her hand. 

Sarah came back. She looked at me, "If you don't mind I would just like to suck you off. I don't feel right about fucking you. I can do it right here while cousin Jane and Aunt Mary watch. OK?" I looked at Jane, she nodded her approval. Sarah kneeled between my legs and took my cock in her hands and watched as he grew. She smiled up at me, "Am I making him do that?'

"Yes, Dear girl, you sure are."

She rubbed her face all over him. She was gorgeous and very young and sweet. I was soon hard as a rock. She ran her tongue around the ridge below the head and had me gasping for air. I glanced at Jane, she was watching and smiling. Sarah took as much as she could of my cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue back and forth under the shaft as she withdrew. She did the same thing as she slipped down over him again. She had my full attention, She was good at this. She stopped at the top and worked the crown over with soft lip sucks and tongue swipes. Wow! I had to tell her I was almost ready. She looked up at me and grinned around my cock. Beautiful. That was all it took to push me over the edge. I shot copious amounts of my cum into her little mouth. She didn't spill a drop. She turned and pressed her lips to Jane's and passed my cum to her. She kissed us both and said good night and left. Aunt Mary said goodnight and left too.




Hurricane Party



The winds were not as strong sounding now. I leaned back on the couch and Jane got up. She returned in moments with a warm wash cloth and cleaned me up. I pulled her to me and kissed her softly at first then as she responded I kissed her more deeply. This was the girl I really wanted to please. She pulled away and looked me in the eye and said, "Let's go to bed and cuddle until you are ready. OK?"

I followed her with the candle and put it out when we were beside the bed. I took her in my arms and kissed her again then undressed her. I ran my hands over her body, exploring, touching , caressing. I eased her back on the bed and started kissing all of her from head to toe. Her breasts were firm and the nipples erect and rubbery. Her mound was silky smooth and when I ran a finger along her slit it was damp. I moved down and her legs spread to receive me. I found her clitoris and touched it with my tongue. She shivered so I sucked on it and she writhed around and her small hands held my head there. Then she moved my head down and I spread her inner lips with my thumbs and slipped my tongue inside her. Her moisture seeped slowly out and I lapped it up. I sucked the fragile lips into my mouth and pulled gently on them. She seemed to be having orgasms now, I hoped she was. I moved up over her and she guided my cock into her hot pussy with her hand. 

I thrust slowly in and thought I might be hurting her because she was so tight. I pulled out a little and tried again. She was just as tight but he slid in further, I repeated the act and sunk deeper into the velvet smoothness of her sheath. Then I was all the way in. I moved slowly in and out of her and knew I would not last long. I felt every ridge, wrinkle, crack ,and crevice inside her love tunnel. All my sensations seemed to be emanating from my cock. I was aware of a heightening of feeling in every fiber of my body. I tried to tell Jane I was about to cum, but no words I knew came from my mouth, just sounds. Then spurt after spurt of cum entered her pussy. I thought I would never stop cumming. I lay on her for a moment and realized I was still hard as a rock. I turned her over and lifted her onto her knees. I got behind her and eased my cock into her pussy. I heard her murmur, "Yes, Oh! Yes!" 

I pushed in to the hilt and then rammed it in again and again like a fucking machine. I heard her scream for joy and I pounded in over and over. Finally I climaxed in a huge rush of sheer joy and pleasure. I eased her onto her side and moved against her back and held her to my body. She wiggled around until she was facing me and she rained kisses on my face. She turned back around and we fit together like spoons. I whispered that I thought I loved her and I heard her giggle. "I know." she said. Then I was asleep.

I awoke in the morning and was confused about where I was. Then I remembered the storm. I found my clean dry clothes at the foot of the bed. I put them on and went down to the kitchen. The four ladies smiled at me as I entered. Jane motioned for me to sit beside her. A glass of orange juice was there so I took a long drink of it. They were all watching me. Mary asked, "Did you sleep well, Tommy dear?"

"I slept like a log. I had a wonderful dream I am too embarrassed to tell you about." I must have blushed because they all laughed. Sarah grinned, "Did you dream you made love to all of us?"

"Why, yes, I did. How did you know?"

"Just a guess, was it a pleasant dream?"

"It was absolutely delightful. So realistic too! I am tired this morning, I feel as if I ran a marathon last night. It must be from the sandbagging."

They all giggled and smiled, Mary said, "Tommy you are a dear sweet boy, we all thank you - for staying with us during the hurricane, of course."

Francis said, "It was my best hurricane party ever."

"Me too!" I heard whispered from beside me. I looked at Jane and she winked at me.

"Do you want me to go out and inspect the house for damage. I need to take the board off the upstairs door too.

"Please do Tommy, That would be a big help."

"I'll go with you." Jane said. We went out the front door. A large tree was down across the drive, but had missed the car parked there. There were branches down in the back yard but the whole house seemed to have suffered no damage. Jane pulled my face down and kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss. She looked up at me, "You are so sweet, we were all wondering how we could face you this morning. The dream thing was wonderful."

"Well it was a dream, wasn't it?"

"It was for me. A wonderful magic dream."

"To be honest, mine was the erotic dream of a lifetime."

"Wow, really? What was the best part?"

"The ending was the best of my life. I hope I have that part of the dream again and again."

"Me too."



Hurricane Party



I started writing this the night after a hurricane came through my area, isolating the small town where I live by flooding all the access roads. Learning over the next several days about the loss of life in this town alone and the personal and business financial hardships the flooding caused made me take a long break. It's not a tasteless pun when I say the whole muddy mess dampened my enthusiasm for the story.

Months have passed. The damage, for the most part, has been cleaned up. Now, it's time for a hurricane party.

* * * * * * * * * * 

The only thing that kept me from beating someone's face in at work that day was the complete absurdity of it all. I manage a large do-it-yourself home improvement supply store. A hurricane was churning up the coast, and people were going insane with their over-preparation for the storm. The media's "public service announcements" warned of Armageddon. The official forecast called for heavy rain with some river flooding. That happens some times. Usually the storms don't have names. This one did.

Fear-mongering sells papers and air-time, so the local media outlets have gone nuts. "Buy ice! Get bottled water! Stock up on food! Buy flashlights and batteries! It's the end of civilization as we know it!"

A hurricane that came through here when I was a child killed a family trying to cross a flooded bridge down the hill from my parents' house. Right after I finished college, another hurricane turned some towns around here into islands for a few days.

Funny thing. Except for people who tried to drive through rushing water or who insisted on going back into their flooding homes to save one more thing, no one died. No one starved to death. No one was blown away. No levee broke. We're north, inland, and uphill. And yet, people panic. It was like a feeding frenzy in a school of sharks at my store.

One customer was having a panic attack because we were out of plywood. "What can I do? What can I do? You have to sell me plywood!"

"I'm sorry, sir. We've out of plywood," I said.

"What about flake-board?"

"The last skid went about an hour ago."

"Particle-board?"

"All gone."

"Get more!" he yelled.

"It's been ordered."

"When will it get here?"

"Some should get here Monday, sir. We have six trailer-loads of plywood, flake-board, and particle-board coming."

"The hurricane will be here tonight! What am I going to do?"

"Sir, this far inland, you don't need to board up your windows."

"Don't you tell me what I need to do! Are you implying I don't know what I'm doing?"

"Sir, I would hate to see you waste money and cause cosmetic damage to your house to guard against a threat that doesn't exist."

"I'LL MAKE SURE YOU GET FIRED! I NEED PLYWOOD, NOW! I WANT TO SEE YOUR MANAGER!" the customer shouted.

"I'm the manager."

"GET ME THE DISTRICT MANAGER!"

"I'll give you the number for the corporate complaint department."

"Will they bring me plywood?"

"No, sir. The complaint department is in California. They will investigate your report and take disciplinary action as required."

The moron was practically in tears. "Why don't you have plywood?" he wailed.

I was very proud of myself. I didn't smack him, and I didn't laugh. "Sir, certain irresponsible media outlets are making the threat from this storm out to be more than it is. The major weather services are calling for us to have heavy rain and some flooding, but minimal winds, nothing more than the gusts we get once or twice a year from thunderstorms."

"But I need to board up my windows!"

"Where do you live?"

"Serenity Hills. Why? Are you going to deliver plywood to my house?" he asked anxiously.

"If you live up there, I doubt you'll need to do anything special to weather the storm."

The guy gave me a disdainful look. "Maybe you don't care about keeping your family and your possessions safe, but I do!"

"Sir, you'll do more damage to your house screwing plywood to your window frames than the storm is likely to do."

"But what about the storm surges?" he shouted.

"This store is a hundred miles inland and five hundred feet above sea level, and you live on a ridge above us. I'm not sure storm surges from the flood in the Bible hit there."

"You don't know that! I want to be prepared!"

A fool and his money are soon parted. "Probably, you could use pressure-treated deck boards, sir. We still have racks of those left, but they're all one and five-eighths inch premium select grade."

"So they'll be good and strong? Now you're talking!"

An hour later, I was amazed at how much expensive lumber this moron and I managed to fit in, and on, his Mercedes SUV. Armed with enough top-of-the line tools and fasteners to start a construction business, this foolish homeowner left to secure his castle. I was tempted to sell him a roll of aluminum foil to make hats for him and his family, but I was afraid he'd buy it.

By the time I locked up the empty store and drove home, I was exhausted. Doing this work keeps me in shape, but even with all the heavy lifting I had done today, I knew I'd be okay in the morning. That's not what wears me out. It's the emotional strain of keeping myself and my staff from hitting obnoxious customers with a sledgehammer.

This was my weekend off. On Monday, the trucks would roll in, and we would face the Herculean task of re-stocking the store. I called my second-in-command, the acting manager for the weekend, to tell him what happened.

"Jake?" I said when he picked up the phone.

"Hey, Harry!"

"Have fun tomorrow and Sunday," I chuckled.

"Buying panic?"

"That's an understatement. There isn't a sheet of plywood, flake-board, or particle-board left. We're out of generators and flashlights. Picnic coolers and ice-packs ran out this morning, there are no more grills or camp stoves, no charcoal or propane – you name it, if it would have any usefulness at all in a disaster, it's gone.

"Damn!" Jake said. "What will we do tomorrow?"

"Before I left, I grabbed some cans of fake snow from the Christmas supplies we just got in and wrote on the front windows, 'Out of everything. Sorry.' I think you should only open the main door and get your biggest guys to stand guard against the mobs. It was crazy today. One asshole even bought deck boards to cover his windows."

Jake laughed, "I've been watching the news. The talking heads are ranting on about the Apocalypse, but real meteorologists say we'll only get rain. Are you prepared for the storm?"

"Yup. Bought a bottle of sippin' whiskey on my way home. That's the supply I'll need most over the next couple of days," I laughed. "Oh, and if you need me tomorrow?"

"Tough shit." Jake said.

"Right. Have your people do major housecleaning."

"Oh sure, you wait until your weekend off so I have to be the bad guy making everyone do shit jobs. Classy move, Harry."

"As General Manager, I'm delegating responsibility to you, buddy. Run with it." My phone beeped. "Hey, gotta go, getting another call," I said.

"Enjoy your days off, and stay dry," Jake laughed as he hung up.

"Harry?" my new caller said.

"That's me."

"What are you doing, you old fart?"

"Not much, Ben. I just got home from getting my ass kicked at work."

"People are nuts, aren't they?" Ben asked.

"Guys from that gated community up the road from the store are boarding up their windows!" I said.

"Why?"

"More money than brains. Our siding contractors will make big bucks repairing the damage these idiots do," I said.

"Wanna get a drink?" Ben asked.

"Only one?"

"No. I'm heading to Suzie's Sauce Shop. They're having a hurricane party."

"Let me grab a shower and clean clothes. I'll be there soon."

"I'll save you a stool," Ben said as he broke the connection.

Suzie's is down the street from me. It's a big building, with a bar and karaoke upstairs, and a club in the basement. My favorite spot on Friday nights is the dance club downstairs. The music is too urban for my tastes, but fun people hang out there, and the drinks are cheap. It's also within crawling distance of my house, so I'm not tempted to drive when I've had a few.

It was raining as I walked, steadily enough that I was glad I had my hooded rain-jacket. "Hurricane Party in the Dugout," the sign in the front window said. Normally, I have a beer in the neighborhood pub-type bar that serves as the main entrance, and then go downstairs, but the upstairs bar was nearly deserted. I headed to the Dugout dance club.

"Hey, Harry!" Ivan, the bouncer, boomed at me. "Here for the hurricane party?"

"I guess. What is a hurricane party?"

"I dunno. In Moscow, we didn't celebrate on-coming disasters, but you crazy Yankees do weird shit. It should get wild. All drinks are at least one-third off. Drafts are only a dollar, and that hillbilly whiskey you drink is three-fifty for a double."

"Sounds good, after the day I had at work," I chuckled.

"There's some nice eye-candy here," Ivan observed.

"So I see."

"Maybe you'll get lucky."

"Sure, Ivan. In my dreams. I need a drink."

"Check out the shot-girls," Ivan said.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You know Hana, that Korean chick who's banging the cook? It's her younger sister and the sister's roommate."

"What are they serving?"

"Red Headed Sluts and Harvey Wallbangers. A buck each."

I laughed. "My roommate and I threw a Harvey Wallbanger party in college. We got seriously trashed. Some chicks danced naked on the table."

Ivan said, "They can't do that here. We don't have that kind of club license."

"You're no fun."

"Did I say I'd stop them right away? I might get busy and not notice for a while. Doing cavity searches on suspicious-looking women takes time."

"I knew there was a reason you always smiled, you big Russkie pervert," I laughed as I headed toward the bar.

Ivan was right. There were women of all types and ages, from girls who probably had fake ID's to women who were more age-appropriate for me to hit on. But that wasn't why I was there. I was there to have a couple of drinks with my old friend Ben.

Ben and I grew up together. He was the one who introduced me to Maria all those years ago. Ben and his wife were best man and matron of honor at our wedding. They were the ones who supported me most through the ordeal of watching the radiation and chemo fail to save my wife.

In our younger days, Ben and I chased a lot of skirts together, but neither of us had any delusions about our appeal to the younger and more desirable women at Suzie's. Sure, we flirted with them, or tried to, but we were just a couple of old horn-dogs who liked to get together for drinks and laughs.

"Hey, Ace!" Ben hollered from his stool at the crowded bar. "A lager and a double Jack Daniels for Harry!"

My favorite bartender, a character everyone calls Ace Ventura because of his outrageous hairstyle, greeted me with his usual high-five. "How's it going, Splinter-Pecker?"

"Every time I see you, I'm reminded that I've failed," I said.

"How?"

"I could have been rich if I had put money in hair gel stocks."

"Watch the hair jokes! I like my hair. It's a fashion statement. It says a lot about me."

Ben snickered, "Yeah, that you're a slimy bastard."

Ace leaned over the bar and said to me in a stage whisper, "Guess who's next drink is going to be real, real weak?"

"Fuck you, Ace," Ben laughed.

"You're not man enough for me. If we got together, you'd be the one on your knees," Ace dead-panned, turning to get my drinks.

"Look at that," Ben said, pointing to the TV over the bar. It was showing video of the torrential rains the storm was dropping.

"It's gonna get wet tonight, boys," Ace said as the collected my money. "I've been watching that all night. The storm turned inland, and it's dropping a hell of a lot of rain. It's supposed to stall right over us. You know how our storm sewers are."

"Yeah, if we get an inch of rain, Main Street turns into a river," Ben said.

"I know," Ace replied. "Look!" he said, gesturing toward the screen. He grabbed the remote, turning the music down and the TV volume up.

"... streams and creeks are flooding. Viewers in low-lying areas are urged to keep watch on rising waters and to obey all evacuation advisories. Motorists and pedestrians are strongly cautioned to avoid standing or running water. This storm could dump ten inches of rain or more in our area over night. Folks, this is a bad one," the weatherman said.

"Shit!" I said. "That's a lot of rain."

"Ten inches?" Ace exclaimed. "That's almost as big as me."

Ben ignored him. "If we get ten inches of rain, this town will be an island. Every road in and out crosses a bridge."

"It was raining when I came in, but not that hard," I said. "I wonder how it is now?"

A couple came downstairs into the bar, looking like they had been fished out of a lake. "There's your answer," Ace said. "Hey, Gary! Hi, Cheryl! Is it raining?"

The dripping guy said, "Not funny, Ace. Got any paper towels?"

"In the restrooms."

The two squished off in the direction of the bathrooms to try to dry off.

"Damn, they look like they took a shower with their clothes on!" Ben laughed.

"We won't get any more customers," Ace said. "There goes my tip jar." He went to tap a few beers.

"Did you see the shot-girls?" Ben asked.

"Ivan said they were Hana's sister and the sister's roommate."

"Here comes the roommate," Ben leered.

"Hi, boys," a petite girl in a naughty schoolgirl outfit teased. Her silky-smooth skin was the color of caramelized brown sugar. "Who's thirsty?"

"What do you have?" I asked.

"Ummm, B-cups. But my nipples are cute."

Ace called over his shoulder as he was pouring a shaker of shots, "You're not lactating, are you baby? What's in your shot rack? Old Splinter-Pecker's thirsty."

"Splinter-Pecker? You poor man," the dark-skinned beauty laughed.

Ben punched me good-naturedly in the arm. "Yeah, and don't listen to his line about how at least he has wood."

Ace chimed in, "More than you can say, Ben, according to your wife. Or was it your daughter who told me that? Hell, I slept with both of them so many times, I can't remember."

"It was his Dad," I said.

"You're right! That's why he always liked to take me along when he went fishing," Ace laughed. "Anyway, guys, meet Onyx. Onyx, honey, that's Ben, and that's Harry. I call him Splinter-Pecker because he runs a lumber yard."

"Got any good deals on gopher wood?" Onyx asked.

"Gopher wood?" Ben wondered.

"Noah's ark was made of gopher wood," I answered. "Didn't you pay attention in Sunday School?"

"No, I watched the girls."

"Onyx!" a female voice called. "I'm out of Red Headed Sluts. Time to refill."

"Do you have any Harvey Wallbangers, Jae?" Onyx asked.

"Hi, guys," the Asian girl said. "Who wants a Harvey Wallbanger?"

"Harry does," Onyx answered, pointing to me. "What about you, Ben? Oh, boys, this is Jae. Jae, meet Harry and Ben."

Jae was dressed in a backless little black micro-dress, cut nearly to her waist in the front. She was taller than Onyx but every bit as sexy. She had the taught, lean, very feminine body of a dancer or figure skater.

"Hi, Harry! I have two Wallbangers left," Jae said.

"I'll take 'em."

"What about you, Ben? Do you want anything?" Onyx asked.

"Maybe a mocha latte later?" my buddy leered.

"Hey, hey, hey," Ace called over his shoulder as tapped a pitcher of beer. "Onyx is a classy girl. If she's with a guy, he's a real man, right, babe? I'll bet neither of these old heads has twelve inches of love to give!"

"You don't either," Onyx said.

"How would you know that?" Jae asked.

"Ha!" Ace laughed.

"I saw it on his wife's phone, okay?"

"Uh huh," Jae giggled.

Gary and Cheryl came back from the bathrooms. They weren't dry, but they weren't making puddles on the floor anymore. "Ace, you gonna close early?" Gary asked.

"Why? Because it's raining?"

"Yeah," Cheryl said. "It's bad. When we left the house, it was raining, but about halfway here it was like we were in a car wash. We got this wet running from the parking lot."

Ace said, "You know Suzie. At least one bar in this building is open every day, no matter what. Last winter we ran the front bar on generators for two days after that bad ice storm. We're here, even if there are no customers."

"What the hell is that on TV?" Ben asked.

Ace turned up the volume.

"... disaster workers are preparing for the worst floods this area has ever seen. Debris in storm sewers and streams has made some streets and rural roads impassible, wash-outs have been reported, and the worst is yet to come. Authorities are strongly advising evacuation of all areas where flooding has occurred in the past or where water could rise. Citizens are urged to stay in their homes if they are on high ground. If you must travel, avoid ALL areas with standing or flowing water. Do NOT, under any circumstances, cross into areas marked by emergency barriers or signs," the commentator said.

"Look!" Ace said, pointing at the screen. "That's the car dealership on the other side of the bridge. The water's knee-deep!" 

"Holy shit!" Ben exclaimed. "That's on my way home. Now what?"

"Go north a block, turn right, and at the third light, turn right again," Ace said. "That takes you on the new bridge over the creek, so you'll be okay. That street merges with this one on the other side of the hill, about a half mile south.

"I should go. The wife's probably crazy with me being out in this."

"Yeah, wimp out on us, Ben," Ace laughed. "Seriously, be safe driving home. You heard what they said. Don't drive through water."

"Okay, Ace. Harry, can I give you a ride?"

"No, I'm good. I'll wait for a break in the storm. I'm right up the alley."

"Okay. See ya."

The Harvey Wallbangers were a pleasant change from my usual beer and whiskey, and Onyx and Jae were more fun to look at than Ace.

My phone rang. It was Ben.

"Harry, it's real bad. It took half an hour to go two miles. If I got out of first gear my windshield wipers couldn't keep up. I've never seen rain like this. Water is backing up everywhere. They closed the new bridge after I went over, 'cuz water's coming over the road at the ends. Everyone needs to leave soon. They're rescuing people in rowboats. You can't use the bottom entrance to the bar parking lot, 'cuz there's water running in that street."

"Hang on, Ben. Ace! It's Ben calling. He just made it home. He says there's water at the bottom of the parking lot."

"Ivan!" Ace yelled. "Check the lot."

Ivan bounded upstairs.

Ace turned up the sound on the TV again. "... mandatory evacuation has been ordered in some areas, but residents everywhere are strongly advised to comply with any requests for them to leave."

"My wife has the same broadcast on," Ben said. "You're less than a block from the edge of the evacuation zone. Tell Ace he needs to shut down. I'm completely soaked just from running from the bar to my car. I gotta change clothes."

"Okay, thanks, Ben," I said, closing my phone.

Ivan came down the interior stairs, looking like he had been blasted by a fire house. "Stupid fucking American weather! The water is almost up to some of the cars in the lot, and they say it's rising fast. We gotta close, Ace."

Ace walked to the DJ booth and grabbed the microphone. "Listen up, everyone. If you're parked in the lower portion of our lot, you need to move your cars right now. Flood water is rising. You can't go south, but I think you can still go north. We're open, so if you want to stay, great. If not, be smart and drive safely."

Almost everyone left. The bartender from upstairs came down saying that she wanted to go home, since she hadn't had a customer in over an hour.

Ace said, "I'll explain to Suzie. Put a sign on the door that says I'm open down here. I know where you live. Some of those roads between the fields might be pretty iffy. Text me when you get home so I know you're okay."




Hurricane Party



Jae and Onyx busied themselves picking up glasses and empty bottles, and cleaning tables as people left. Soon, I was the only customer in the Dugout.

"I guess I should head out so you can close, Ace," I said.

"Nah, it doesn't matter. Suzie would castrate me if she found out I closed early. Someone might come in for a six-pack to go. Let's play some pool. I can keep up with orders." 

I was in the middle of losing the third game in a row when we heard glass break, followed by a scream. The lights went off, along with the music and the TV. "What the fuck was that?" Ace said, as the battery-powered emergency lights brought harsh illumination to the room.

Jae and Onyx came rushing through the kitchen door. Both looked terrified. "Water is coming through the window over sink!" Jae yelled.

"What?" Ace said, pushing past the girls.

"What happened?" I said to the visibly shaken Onyx.

"We were in there loading the dishwasher, and I heard a noise. I looked up and saw water half-way up the little window above the sink. There was a crack going across the glass, and then water started leaking in, and then it just shattered!"

"Everybody out, now!" Ace yelled, returning from the kitchen. "Back steps! Move!"

I looked down and saw tendrils of muddy water running around my shoes. More glass shattered, and we heard more rushing water. With Ace hustling us, and Ivan leading the way, our group hurried to the emergency exit. As we passed the restrooms, water was jetting out under the doors. We were ankle deep. How could it rise this fast? How deep was it going to get?

"I can't swim! How are we going to get out?" Jae moaned.

Ace said, "You're all right, honey. The back door is higher than the bathroom windows." He sounded more confident than he looked.

There stairwell was dry. Ivan led the girls and me to the top while Ace locked the security doors into the club behind him.

Huddled in the doorway at the top of the steps, we understood the enormity of the situation. The street in front of the building was under water. So were most of the steps leading from the sidewalk up to the entrance to the front bar, and the sloping alley was awash halfway from the street to where we stood. Since the Dugout was in the basement, the few painted-over windows it had were below pavement level, sitting in little wells. Those wells were now spillways for flood waters rushing through the broken glass.

"My God," Jae cried, "how are we going to get home?"

"Where are you parked?" Ace asked.

"See that little red car?" Onyx pointed.

"The one with water halfway up the doors?" I asked.

"I only had three payments left," Jae sobbed.

"Ivan? What about you?" Ace asked.

"Remember? My girlfriend dropped me off. I was going to ride with you."

"Oh, right. I have to stay here until I call Suzie and tell her what's happening. Here are my keys. Go see if my car is all right. If it is, park it over on the back lot of the bookstore. That's uphill from where it's parked now. "

We watched as Ivan slogged off through the deluge. Ace called Suzie, and the girls huddled between us.

"The water's still rising," Jae whimpered. "How can it come up this fast?"

I said, "The creek is about two blocks away. It floods sometimes, but I've never seen it like this."

There was a gurgling noise behind us. The girls and I turned just in time to see the doors at the bottom of the steps burst open, vomiting out a torrent of chairs, bottles, and water. In a heartbeat, the muddy water in the stairwell was at the same level as the flood in the alley. Jae almost knocked me over, throwing herself at me to cry.

"What the fuck was that?" Ace said, turning to look. "Suzie, we won't be able to start salvage operations until we get some big pumps. ... Yes, it's deep. I'm on the top step of the emergency stairwell, and the water is at the second step. ... No! Second step from the top! ... Yeah, everyone's out, and the front's locked up. I'm going to lock this door before I leave, and I'll be back at dawn to see what I can do. ... All right."

He put his phone away. "Poor old woman. She wanted to come over here and work on scrubbing the floor to get ready for tomorrow."

"Now what?" Onyx asked.

"Now, I go home to sleep. It's the last I'll get for days. I only work here, but if this place isn't open, I don't get paid," Ace said.

Ivan came splashing around the corner from the bookstore parking lot. "How do you drive that fucking thing, Ace? The wheel was between my knees!"

"Sports cars aren't for everyone," Ace said.

"This night sucks," Ivan grumbled. "I'm soaked, and I left my phone on the bar. Now I have to wade around and ... FUCK! That's a lot of water!" he exclaimed as he looked down the stairwell.

Ace gave a hollow laugh. "Yeah, Ivan, there's nothing we can do here. We can't get to your place if the water is this high, so you can stay at my house. It's on the ridge on the north side of town. We can make it in my car. My wife won't mind, and Suzie could use your help with clean-up."

"Can I use your phone to call my girl?" Ivan asked.

While Ivan spoke to his girlfriend, Ace said, "You ladies are welcome to stay with us, but I'll have to take you one at a time. My car's a two-seater." 

"I live up the alley at the top of that little hill," I said. "I'm sure my place is safe, if anyone wants to go there."

"We can't stay here," Onyx said, pointing to the water that was almost to our feet.

"I don't want to drown," Jae sobbed. "Does anyone know how to pray?"

"Honey, go with Harry," Ace said, hugging the panicked girl. "He's a nice guy, with a nice little house on high ground. In the winter, you can see the roof of this place from his driveway, and you're looking down when you do it. Harry's house is the safest place for you tonight."

"Will you call my sister and let her know where I'll be?" Jae sobbed, moving from Ace's arms to mine.

"I'll call," Ivan said to Ace. "You need to concentrate on driving."

Onyx took her friend from me. "C'mon, baby, calm down," she said. "I'm with you. Lead the way, Harry."

The five of us slogged up the alley in the cascading rain. There was no point in hurrying. We couldn't get any wetter. When we got to Ace's car, I asked him to call me if there was any way I could help with clean-up. Then the girls and I laughed at the spectacle of big Ivan shoehorning himself into Ace's ridiculous little roadster. Eventually, they went splashing off into the night.

"Jae, honey," Onyx said as we walked. "Are you going to be okay?"

We slogged a few more paces before Jae said, "I'm sorry. I know I'm a pain in the ass. I'm terrified of drowning. My grandparents died in a flood in Korea."

I put my arm around Jae's shoulders. "You'll be safe at my place. High and dry."

We walked up my driveway to my attached garage. I led us into the laundry room, where I kept some beach towels. "Don't worry about dripping on the floor in here. It's meant to get wet." I handed them each a towel, and took one for myself.

I was drying my face when I heard Jae say, "Onyx! What are you doing?"

"Getting out of this damn wet clothing."

I considered keeping the towel over my eyes, but not for long. Onyx's rich skin tone stood in beautiful contrast to her lacy white bra and thong.

"I was going to say 'no peeking,' but I guess it's a little late for that," she grinned, toweling herself. When she was more or less dry, she started working on her rapidly frizzing hair.

Jae wasn't having much success at patting the water out of her dress. Onyx laughed, "Girlfriend, you might as well face it. That has to go."

"But I'm not wearing a bra." Jae blushed.

"My white lace doesn't cover much when it's wet. In fact, it feels kinda clammy on me anyway," she said, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra and tossing it onto the pile of her other wet clothes. "There. I'm sure Harry has seen boobs before, haven't you, Harry?"

"Yeah."

"See? And he's still standing there, a perfect gentleman, waiting to invite us into his nice dry house," Onyx said, her perky breasts jiggling as she dried her hair. She was right. Her nipples were cute.

"Fine," Jae huffed. She reached behind her neck and untied the knot holding her dress up. Shyly, she lowered her hands, peeling the damp fabric off as she went. She hurried to cover her breasts with her hands, her wet little black dress catching on her hips.

"Oh, for God's sake, girlfriend! You've been nude in front of a guy before."

"You're right," the pale, slender girl sighed, revealing her soft-ball sized boobs to me as she wriggled her dress down off her hips, leaving her in simple black bikini panties.

"Bet you didn't think they were that big, did you, Harry?" Onyx laughed.

"They're not that big!" Jae blushed.

"On your body, they look big," Onyx purred, moving over to stand next to her friend. "Do you like hers better, or mine?"

"I'm not dumb enough to answer that," I said. "You girls are both beautiful and sexy."

"Yeah, gorgeous," Jae giggled, her firm round boobs quivering. "All my waves are washed out now, so my hair is all stringy and straight, and hers looks like she stuck her tongue in an electric socket."

""What about you, Harry?" Onyx asked. "You shouldn't drip all over your house."

"I'll clean it up later," I said, trying to pat more moisture out of my sodden shirt and pants.

"What are your floors covered with? Laminate? Tile? Carpet?" Onyx asked.

"Mainly hardwood with area rugs."

"I do the cleaning at our place. I know how much of a pain it is to deal with water on wood floors. You might as well do what we did," Onyx said. Neither girl had made any move to cover themselves, so four lovely young breasts with four dark little nipples were bouncing in front of my eyes as the girls worked their towels in their hair.

I pulled my still-dripping shirt over my head and dried the damp skin of my chest and back. When I bent down to take off my shoes and socks, I found myself at eye level with a pair of slender pale thighs that touched each other lightly, leaving a slight gap where damp black fabric was stuffed between two puffy lips.

I turned and saw Onyx looking at me. She grinned, flipped her hair up off her neck and over her face, and then turned her back to me, presenting two firm brown globes with a bit of white lace disappearing between them. She bent over, supposedly to dry her hair, keeping her knees straight. She knew exactly what she was doing, showing her tiny dark star and lace-covered pussy to me, allowing them to sway back and forth with her upper body movements.

Quickly, I stood up, dropped my pants, and got to work on drying my legs, feet, and soggy boxer shorts. I forced myself to look out the window.

"I can't stand this clamminess any more," Onyx said. Her thong joined her other clothes, and she stood, proud and naked before us. She toweled between her legs, fluffed the thin line of black curls above her sex, and said, "That's better. I felt like I had peed myself."

Jae looked at her friend and then at me. Not at my face, either.

I glanced down. The outline of my thickening cock was visible through my wet underwear, but I wasn't sticking up. Yet.

"Oh, fuck it!" Jae giggled. She pulled her little black panties off, revealing her completely bare womanhood to me. Not even a shadow of stubble showed on the pristine skin of her mound or outer lips, so full that they hid her sex. She threw her damp hair over her shoulders and pressed her naked hip against the one of her friend. "Now who do you like better?" she asked.

I didn't know what game these two were playing, but it was difficult keeping old Johnson under control. He wanted to come out and join the fun.

Onyx struck a pose against Jae, rich dark skin pressed to pale, a petite, perky boob touching its hard little nipple to the equally rigid bud on her friend's larger breast. "You might as well know, Harry. Jae and I are more than just roommates."

"That's cool," I said, struggling not to firm up more. "I only have two beds, so I was going to ask if you two would share one."

Jae giggled. "Not everyone knows about us, Harry, and we'd like to keep it that way for a while. This is kinda new to me."

"She hasn't spent much time on the dark side," Onyx smirked, her eyes sparkling as she smacked Jae's pale, slender ass.

"Let's get you something to wear. I have t-shirts that should work." I tossed my towel on top of the washing machine and turned to walk into the house.

"Wait," Onyx said. "You're still dripping from those shorts. Lose them, dry off right, and then you'll be ready to go in the house. Men! Like damn kids."

"She's right," Jae chuckled. "You've seen girls before; we've seen boys. From what I can tell, you'll look just fine."

I shrugged my shoulders, retrieved my towel, stripped off my wet boxers, and re-dried my lower half as nonchalantly as I could with half a hard-on. Then I led my two naked refugees into my home.

We paraded into my bedroom, and the girls chose shirts to sleep in, treating me to delicious views of two tender asses as they searched a bottom drawer. They borrowed my hair dryer and went to the bathroom across the hall from the guest room to clean up. I grabbed fresh athletic shorts and a t-shirt and headed for my own shower. When I got out, the girls were sitting on my bed.

"Who wants a night-cap?" I asked.

"What are you serving?" Onyx responded.

"I have beer and a new bottle of Mr. Jack's finest Tennessee sippin' whiskey."

"Jae does dumb shit when she drinks liquor," Onyx said.

"I do not! Well, yeah, I tend to lose my clothes, but there are no secrets there anymore. After almost drowning, I could use a drink."

"Only one for me," I said. "Remember, you were the ones feeding me Harvey Wallbangers all night."

We went to the kitchen, and we all took a couple fingers of whiskey neat. In the living room, I sat on my recliner, and they lounged on the couch. We talked, wondering if everyone was safe, still shocked at how fast our evening hangout had been submerged.

After a while, Onyx pointed to a photo on my mantel. "She's hot. Who is she?"

"That's Maria, my wife."

"Where's she tonight?"

"In the den, in an urn on the windowsill so she can see the garden. Pancreatic cancer, very aggressive. I lost her about three years ago. That's the last healthy-looking picture of her. She chose it herself to use at her memorial service."

"Oh my God, that's so sad! I didn't know. Oh my God I'm so, so sorry," Onyx babbled.

"It's okay. We don't all get equal amounts of time here on earth. She got a lot out of the years she had and gave ten times more in return. I don't grieve much anymore. I'm just proud to say I knew her."

"You really loved her," Jae murmured.

"We were in love from the minute we met. When she got sick she fought like a pissed-off Marine until the very last day. She had been in bed for weeks. She asked me to bend down, and she kissed me and told me she loved me and to be happy. Then she closed her eyes and stopped breathing. She was still smiling."

Jae came over and sat on the arm of my chair. "It's okay to cry, you know," she said.

"I know. I did a lot of it, more before she died than after. I'm grateful for the time I had. No one else got that. Just me."

"Death is scary," Jae said. "That's why I was such a child outside. I feel bad about that."

"Death isn't kind. It's okay to fear it." She must have taken that as an invitation to sit on my lap. I held her as she snuggled against me. Soon she was asleep.

"She looks good like that," Onyx whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"In the arms of a man. I'm the first girl Jae has been with, and she's not sure whether she's bi or just satisfying her curiosity."

"Which are you?"

"I can enjoy a man, but there's something about boobs and a soft, warm pussy...."

"I'm with you on the last part," I chuckled.

Jae stirred after a while, and we went upstairs. The girls headed for the guest room, and I flopped on my bedspread. I don't remember closing the door.

Brilliant early morning sun was coming through my window when giggling down the hall woke me. The girls were making some very interesting sounds.

Back in my day, I did some crazy shit. When I met Maria, I settled down, and concentrated all my lust on her, learning to please her as much as she pleased me. We enjoyed our time in the bedroom, and we did things our parents would never have done. Still, I had never had two beautiful strangers going at it in the guest room. 

I needed to do something. It seemed weird to lie there and play with myself, so I went down the hall to see what was happening.

Onyx grinned when she saw me. "Jae, baby, look behind you."

"Hmm?" Jae asked, turning her wet face to me. "Oh! Hello!"

"Hello."

Onyx said, "Join us, old man. Jae was talking about how she likes sucking cock."

Old Johnson obviously understood the implications. Both girls watched as he grew inside my gym shorts.

"You don't mind?" Jae asked her lover.

"Not at all. I know you how much you like dick, even though I've never seen you with a man. Go crazy. Have fun," Onyx said.

Shedding my clothes, I decided I must have drowned in the Dugout and been spared the memory. Not exactly how I had pictured Heaven, but I could adapt.

"Hmmm," Onyx said. "That pecker ain't no splinter. Jae, baby, I'd better get you in the mood."

Jae was on her back in seconds, propped on some pillows, and Onyx knelt between her legs, pushing and bending them for maximum exposure. "You eat pussy, Harry?"

"I love eating pussy," I said.

"Bet you don't eat it like a girl does."

"No one has complained," I said.

"Ever try dark meat?" Onyx asked.

"I'd like to."

Onyx was already sopping wet, just the way I like a woman. I studied her as she began her attack on Jae's smooth sex. Onyx had a tiny bubble butt, perfect on her petite body. Her skin was warm and alive in my hands. I reached between her legs and traced a finger over her wet contours, from the end of her landing strip to beyond her tight black star. This was going to be fun.

Palming a cheek in each hand, I bent over her and kissed her at the base of the small tribal design that ended just above the cleft of her ass.

"Mmmm. That's nice," Onyx muttered, tilting her pelvis and spreading her legs to give me better access.

I kissed the smooth flesh of each asscheek, licking and nibbling, and then pulled them apart and took a quick lick from her clit, over the rich pink of her inner lips, to her asshole and back.

"Damn!" Onyx moaned, "you're pretty good at that for a guy."

"I have always enjoyed eating a girl," I said, spreading her lips to lick inside her. She was hot, with a rich, creamy taste. I hadn't eaten pussy for years, not since Maria got too sick to enjoy it, so I was having a very good time. Old Johnson really wanted attention, but he had to wait.

I stopped to wipe my chin. Jae's one hand was clutching the bedsheet, and her other was twisting her own nipple. It was obvious she enjoyed what Onyx was doing to her.

"You don't have to stop that, old man," Onyx teased.

Happily, I went back to work. Jae had cum twice from her girlfriend's mouth, and I was trying to get a third one out of Onyx when she moaned, "Enough! God, I don't know how much more of that I can take! Come over here."

I walked on my knees to the side of them, my cock bobbing as I moved.

"Oh," Jae said. "Yeah, I want that." She reached up to catch a drop of pre-cum.

"Taste it," Onyx said.

Dutifully, Jae licked her finger clean.

"Nice?"

"Uh huh," Jae giggled.

"Really," Onyx said. "Let's see." She moved to me and licked me from my sack to my navel. "Our friend Harry is a vegetarian. Right?"

"Pretty much. It's part of my 'fit after fifty' thing."

"I'm not usually into it, but this night's been pretty crazy, so...." With that, Onyx engulfed half of me, worked me around with her tongue, and then sucked hard as she pulled away. "Top that, baby," she giggled to her partner.




Hurricane Party



Jae got to her knees in front of me. Her technique was very much different. Everything was slow, delicate, making love to it more than just giving me a blowjob.

"My turn," Onyx said, taking as much of me as she could into her mouth, and jacking the rest vigorously. She did it for a few seconds, and then passed me back to her friend.

Never breaking eye contact with me, Jae resumed her slow worship of my manhood. They took turns on me like that for a while, playing with each other as they did. I would have been happy to have this continue all day, but old Johnson was losing patience.

As her friend slowly sucked me, Onyx asked, "If I help you cum all over her face and boobies, will you be done for the day?"

"No."

"Good," Onyx said, attacking me once more. Again, she only worked on me for a few seconds, but each time she did, I got a lot closer to the end.

As Jae luxuriously bathed me with her tongue, Onyx watched, playing with her pussy with one hand, and Jae's with the other. "You look good doing that, baby, working on that big old cock."

Jae smiled, and then kissed and licked her way from my sack upward. When she got to my crown, she swirled her tongue around it, and then took me into her mouth again for more slow bobbing and sucking.

Onyx took an extra-long turn, sucking and jerking me furiously.

"Gonna cum soon," I groaned.

Onyx pointed me at her lover, spat in her hand, and masturbated me purposefully. It didn't take long. The first jet shot out so hard I thought it would bruise Jae's cheek. Improving her aim, Onyx directed the second and third salvos onto the Asian girl's waiting tongue, and rubbed the last few spurts and dribbles on her breasts with my cock.

"I haven't done that for a while," Jae giggled, taking one last suck on my wilting cock before busying herself with clean-up. "You're right, Onyx, he likes his fruits and veggies."

"I can't believe I sucked your cock, Harry," Onyx said. "I had pretty much given that up."

"You could have fooled me!" I chuckled. "My God." I flopped on my back on their bed between them.

Jae went to freshen up, and when she came back, she put on her t-shirt. "I'm still tired," she said.

"I'm pretty much awake for the day," Onyx said. "You know me."

"You can sleep in my bed, Jae. I should start working on getting you girls home." 

Onyx and I found ourselves facing each other, naked in the guestroom bed together.

"You'd better not be the kind to, um, kiss and tell," she said. "My regular job is being a cocktail waitress. Telling obnoxious guys that I'm gay shuts some of them up."

"You ladies took shelter at my place. You slept in the guest room. That's all I plan to say."

We lay there for a while, looking at each other in silence. Finally, she said, "I'm not on birth control. I don't fuck guys."

"Okay."

"You been snipped, Harry?"

"No, Maria couldn't conceive. It was a fertility clinic in Los Angeles that first found the cancer."

"Single guys always have condoms," she said, caressing a re-awakening old Johnson.

"Not this one."

"Damn. Can I trust you, Harry? Can I trust you to pull out?"

"I did it enough in high school," I said.

"So did I. Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me and keep your mouth shut about it."

"Okay." I pulled her wild hair back off her face. She had an industrial piercing in her upper earlobe, something I had seen many times, but never played with. "Is that sensitive?"

"My bar? No, actually it feels kinda cool. The dude who did it was right. He saw that my nipples were hard when he pierced me, and he said I'd love the thing."

I nuzzled her wild curls with my nose, and kissed the upper tip of her ear, on the unspoiled skin between the piercings.

She gasped.

Using just the tip of my tongue, I licked that same tiny patch of skin. Then, I touched the center of the bar itself, pulling and pushing on it with feather-soft wipes of my tongue. I pulled back to look at her. Her nipples were at least as hard as they had been when she came on my tongue earlier.

She opened her eyes. "Yeah, that's what the dude meant. Now I really want sex."

"Oh, not yet." I went back to playing with her ear with my tongue, pushing her hand out of the way so I could play with her one nipple. Between licks of the hardware, I whispered, "What's the one thing that turns you on the most? What is it that will make you cum with a man?"

"Why?"

"That's what I'd like to do with you." I kissed and licked my way from her ear, down her neck and throat, and gently latched onto one cute, hard nipple with my lips.

"Let me be on top, okay? It was always kind of a favorite of mine. Plus, I can move my way. I don't have any big toys, and it's been a couple of years since I've had a real one."

"Fine, if you'll listen when I tell you it's time to get off me, since I can't cum inside you."

She was already on top of me, holding my erection and wiping it back and forth over her lips. "Not a word, Harry," she said, spreading her labia with her fingers and positioning me. "Not one word."

I took some cherries in my high school and college days. Onyx was petite, like those girls were, but she was experienced enough to know what to expect. Still, she was tight enough to whimper as she worked her way down onto me.

"Damn, Harry," she hissed. "I almost forgot what a real cock feels like." She wiggled her hips a little, angling herself to get more comfortable. "Mmmm," she said when she finally had taken all of me. "Now, remember, you can't cum inside me. The last thing I need right now is an old guy's baby!"

Onyx was petite, so I sort of expected her to be small inside, and it's not like she screws guys all the time, but still! Her hot, wet tunnel felt fantastic, even when she was still. When she started to move, it got even better.

"Oh, God," she hissed, lifting herself until I almost popped out, and then allowing herself to sink onto my cock again. "That feels so damn good inside me."

I pulled her down on top of me so I could play with her breasts. Her nipples were already very erect, and sucking on them made them even harder.

"Fuck me, Harry," she breathed.

I grabbed her cute bubble-butt in both hands and helped her to move on and off me. As I did, I felt her tight little cunt get even wetter. Soon, we were making loud slapping sounds from the joining of our wet flesh. Apparently, we were louder than I realized.

"Onyx, what are you doing?" I heard Jae say from the doorway.

"Fucking Harry. What's it look like I'm doing?" Onyx moaned.

"But you're a lesbian!"

"I'm bi. I told you that. Don't question it, baby, just come in here and help me cum," my new lover said.

Jae walked over to the bed and stripped off her t-shirt. Then she knelt next to us, and took turns kissing Onyx and then me. Each of us grabbed one of the Asian girl's boobs, and Onyx and I fought for position to finger her.

I remember thinking that Heaven was a pretty nice place. That was the only way I could explain my good fortune.

When Onyx sat up again to fuck me hard, Jae started licking us where we joined. "Oh, God, baby, you're going to make me cum!" she said. I wondered how much more of this I could take myself, especially when her vaginal muscles began squeezing me with her orgasm. She never stopped fucking me, though. When she was done cumming, she lowered her body onto mine again, and again, I suckled her cute breasts.

It wasn't long until Onyx orgasmed again. This one seemed to last longer, possibly due to the fact that Jae had maneuvered herself into a position to be able to suck on her girlfriend's clit. When the girl on top of me had recovered, she went right back to riding me hard, fast, and deep. I matched her, thrust for thrust. It wasn't long until I felt my own orgasm approaching.

"You gotta get off!" I moaned.

"I did, you big old stud! Twice! But I'll gladly go again. You just keep right on pumping that thing in my hot little snatch," Onyx gasped.

"No, you gotta get off me! I'm gonna blow soon."

"No," Jae said, lifting Onyx off my quaking shaft. "I'm gonna blow."

Her tongue worked on me as Onyx knelt beside her. Then Jae began to suck my cock purposefully, taking me as far into her mouth as she could without gagging. She was very good at it. I was at the end in a very short time.

When Onyx realized what was happening, she pushed her friend back and grabbed me in time to have my last real spurt land on her lower lip, and a few dribbles fall to her tits. When she saw both of us staring at the cum spattered on her, she sucked her lower lip and wiped her breasts with her fingers, licking them clean.

I probably would have dozed off if my phone hadn't started ringing. I scrambled out of bed and got to it just before it went to voicemail. "Hello?"

"Hi. My name is Hana. Ace gave me your number. He said my sister Jae was there."

"I'll go get her." Walking back to the guest room, I said, "Jae, it's Hana."

"Hana!" Jae squealed, grabbing the phone. "Yes, I'm fine. Onyx is here with me."

"Hi, Hana!" Onyx yelled.

"She says 'hi'. ... Yeah. ... My car's in the flood. ... You have my apartment key, right? ... Can you bring us clothes? Everything, from shoes on up is either still wet or ruined. ... Great, an hour is fine. Be careful. Thanks, sis. Harry will give you directions."

She handed the phone back to me, and I told her my address, which she said she could find. I was going to put my phone back in my pocket, but then remembered that I was naked, standing in front of two naked girls. What a night.

I was out of the shower and dressed by the time Hana arrived. I took the clothes she brought to the girls' bathroom and knocked. Onyx opened the door and showed herself to me one more time. Then she took the clothing and shooed me away. Hana and I packed the girl's wet things into plastic bags for them to take home. I saw her looking, but Hana didn't say anything about all my wet clothes mixed with theirs on the laundry room floor.

When the girls came downstairs, dressed in fresh clothes and carrying their borrowed bath towels and t-shirts, Hana said, "There's only one way in and out of town right now, but a lot of roads around here should be open soon. I talked to Ace. He and Ivan are at the Dugout with Suzie. It's still full of water and mud. They're waiting to be pumped out."

"I'll probably go down there later to see what's going on," I said.

"Well, we'd better get going," Hana said, grabbing the bags of wet clothes. "Thank you for putting up with my kid sister and Onyx for the night."

"It was my pleasure," I said, with what I hoped was an appropriately restrained smile.

"Say your goodbyes, girls," Hana said. "I'll be in the car."

Onyx spoke first, when Hana was out of range. "I did some things in the last twelve hours or so that I didn't think I would do. Like I said, I'm more lesbian than bi."

"Do you regret what we did?" I asked.

"Not one bit. But don't expect this to be a regular thing. I'm not saying it won't happen again, but I'm not promising it will. Can we leave it at that for now?"

"Sure," I said. I didn't think I could keep up with these two on a regular basis anyway.

"Good." she said, pressing herself against me for a very warm hug and kiss. Then she walked to the car.

Jae moved into my arms. "Thank you, Harry. Thank you for being strong for me when I was weak." Nuzzling against my ear, she whispered, "Thank you for everything, Splinter-Pecker." She kissed me, hard at first, passionately, but then more softly, until she moved away. "Maybe I'll see you around," she said, turning and walking away.



Hurricane Party



Hurricane Martin was the first tropical weather to actually be forecast to hit Charleston this year, expected to only be a glancing blow from the category one hurricane. This made the perfect excuse to Scott to throw a hurricane party, in lieu of a Halloween party. Instead he setup the tv to catch the latest Jim Cantore reports with his Blu-Ray collection stacked alongside in case the satellite dish went out. A glance at the tv showed that there was still a good twelve hours until the storm hit and outside the signs of the storm were just starting to show. Granted, sure, he was partying by himself mostly to be there to fix any minor problems that happened in the house before they became major problems. Didn't mean he couldn't enjoy getting some real alone time without the normal bothers of suburban life. 

The majority of the outside of the house had the shutters battened down and the yard cleared of all the debris. A generator was sitting on blocks, under a sheltered area, nearby the electrical system plug in. Sandbags were placed around the exterior doors and he had stuffed underneath of them from the inside, knowing that he was in a very flood prone area. Feeling about ready for the storm to hit, he began to wind down his preparations for the storm. 

Scott flicked the top off a bottle of Miller High Life, then poured a healthy sized pint glass and plopped onto the couch to catch up on the latest news. It always amused to watch as the weather reporters made it a point to be out in the open during storms, as if it added some tension to the show. Really he just thought it was mostly foolish, but at the least he got a decent view of what the storm was doing beyond the views of his yard. A sip of the beer as he made himself comfortable in the couch and flicked through the local news channels.

Slowly his head shook as he noted that local weather forecasters seemed to be picking up on the habit of putting themselves out in the storm. A slight roll of his eyes, "not that you were much smarter sometimes," he muttered to himself recalling his years in the Coast Guard. After putting in his twenty years, most of those as a rescue swimmer, he'd retired and settled into a nice little job teaching scuba at the local community college. He took another sip of the Miller, pushing away old memories for now and turning his attention to the little number on the local NBC news station. "She must be new," he said to the Lab occupying the other side of the couch. 

Upon getting the blank look from the dog, Scott shook his head at himself and muttered about needing to get out more. Putting in twenty years had instilled a lot of military discipline and mannerisms that didn't necessarily go over well with civilians. While he'd been slowly working on softening himself up, and spending time around the college had helped with that, Scott was still working on softening his personality a bit. 

For the next hour he watched, noting that the storm had slowed down by an extra mile per hour due to having come in contact with land. He checked out the time that they expected the surge to come ashore and set his cell alarm for an hour prior to the surge then headed off for his bedroom. There was little point in worrying for the moment as the winds weren't enough to threaten his home and it was flooding that really concerned him. 

Falling back a bit on his training he remembered it was best to get rested when he could since he had no idea how long he'd have to go after in the storms wake. Taking a final sip of the apple wine, he turned off the tv and headed to his bed.





Hurricane Party



The camera cut to the brunette, looking a bit nervous though considering the height of the water and the state of the wind, he didn't blame her in the least. "As you can see the bay is looking quite rough in advance of the eye of this storm. The water has risen due to the tide coming in and most likely the surge will push it over. Residents are advised to remain in their homes if you have not yet evacuated. Wide spread power outages will be expected in the wake of this storm. If you still have power you are advised to fill your bathtubs with water to flush and ensure that you have drinking water available." She paused to lean into a particularly vicious blast of wind. "It's getting quite nasty out here. The waves are estimated to be two feet high and white capped. I'm Erin Glidden reporting live from the bayside, back to you Jim."

Scott faintly heard the voice of the male anchor telling her thanks and to stay safe out there. He finished the Miller and set it aside, noting the lights flickering but staying on for now. Having grown tired of the constant droning on of the anchors repeating the same drivel over and over, Scott flicked to a rerun of The Quick and the Dead on AMC and made himself comfortable on the couch. 





Hurricane Party



She giggled underneath of Krystal, "well that just figures doesn't it?" 

Sliding off of Erin, she chuckled, "I suppose it does. Though, it is the least surprising thing to happen so far today. Speaking of surprises, well, I was kind of thinking. That guy that came out to the water...I didn't see any photos of a wife, did you?"

"No...." Erin wondered a little to where she was going with this and wondering if they'd had a similar thought train.

"Well," her teeth played with her lower lip, "I can't say I think he's gotten his treat yet and I'd just hate to be a poor guest, wouldn't you?"

Erin grinned at the question, "oh no, that would just be a horrid idea wouldn't it? Have an idea of how to remedy this situation?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," Krystal leaned in, feeling about till she could put her lips close to Erin's ear and whisper her plan.





Hurricane Party



"When do you have to be home?" She asked me.

"I have to be at work early in the morning." I told her, frowning. 

"Pick me up at seven for the laser light show." She told me. "I want you to meet my mom."

"That's sweet of you. I'll be here at seven on the nose." 

We toweled off and got dressed. We kissed goodnight standing on her front porch. I had the most surreal feeling of warmth as I drove home that night. 

This memory isn't going where I wanted it to go. 

Three days later Sharon was killed in a traffic accident. I quit my job and left town. 

Dammit man. 

I was trying to think about pussy. Now all I'm thinking about is her. The hurt doesn't sting as much after all these years. It's the things that could have been. They always kill me. 

I can't lie here in bed any more. I can hear voices from upstairs. I hear two voices. A third every so often. Two guys talking. Another one adding a little to the conversation. I'm going to figure out a way to make this motherfucker leave this girl alone. I haven't done anything with myself for a long damn time. I've got another erection. I guess it's my divining rod. I stand on my couch and hold my ear close to the ceiling.

"We're gonna have this fucking party." The first voice says.

"Yeah but Lids isn't gonna play along."

"Yeah she'll bail like a bitch before she dances for a party." The third voice interjects. 

"If I fucking tell her to she damn well will." The first voice. Must be Eric. Already I hate that name.

I've seen him. I know what he looks like. He's a stringy looking guy. Not tall. He's what my mama would have called lanky. He has a tattoo on the right side of his neck. It's a small black pointy shape that starts right above the collar and goes down. Looks like the tail of a dragon or a lizard or something. Probably something stylish that runs down his chest or maybe over to his right arm. I want to shank him right where the tattoo starts and pull down on him as hard as I can. Now he's wanting the girl, dammit her name is Lidia, now he wants Lidia to dance at a party for his trashy friends. You know, every time I picture her face I find it a hell of alot easier to imagine gutting that motherfucker like a pig. 

"You think she can do it?" The second voice.

It? What is 'it'?

"I'm gonna spring Lisa on her. She won't expect it. If Lisa gets naked and dances Lids will have to outdo her. If she doesn't try I'll kick the shit out of her." Eric says.

I feel like I'm being pumped full of hot air. I didn't know words could make my temper rise like this. 

"You think she's gonna do what you want? I think that would be cool as fuck. Lisa scrubbed me last time she was here. That was cool." The third voice.

"You're fucking right she is. Lids is a fucking weakling. After Lisa comes in I'm gonna tell her to suck my dick right there in front of everybody. If she doesn't do it then Lisa will and she can go fuck herself." Eric replies. "And I'll deal with her later."

I hear a smacking sound. He's popping his fist into the palm of his open hand. 

I feel like a cartoon rocket. Building up and squirming around before it takes off. Eric keeps talking. I think this is about to get the better of me. I'm not a boy scout but goddamnit treating her like this just isn't right. Eric keeps talking. I guess I'm helpless not to listen. Even though I want to storm up there and kill the three of them.

"I want you to take the pictures for me. If she won't play then I'll fucking hold her down. After the way she talked to me I'm ready to ditch her ass anyway." Eric says.

"My little bro knows all that web page stuff. He can have that shit together in a couple of minutes." The second voice responds.

"Yeah man." The third voice says. He sounds like an imitation of Tommy Chong. "This hurricane party is gonna fucking rock."

Before I realize it I'm walking toward my door with the manriki in my hands. I'm going to go up there and knock on the door. When someone answers I am going to boot kick his ass and then cut Eric in two. And I'm going to do it right now. She's never done anything to deserve this.

Something stops me at the door. The doorknob in my left hand, the manriki in the right.

Wait. 

I don't know this girl. I'm assuming she's some sweet innocent little flower. What the fuck am I doing? I'm getting myself worked up over a stranger. The shame is, she is a stranger. I want to know her but the fact is I don't. Don't know a fucking thing about her. 

I knew a couple of girls back home who liked that kind of treatment. Hell, they lived for it. There was this girl named Gina who wanted me to slap her while we were screwing. Not just a little pop. A hard slap. I didn't do it. I liked it when she gave me little love bites during sex. I just couldn't bring myself to rough her up. Even if she did want it. We didn't get together again after that. And There was Jesselyn. She wanted me to whip her with my belt. Not just spank her. I mean whip her until she was bloody. She dropped her pants one time and showed me her ass. She had welts everywhere. I could see the clear impression of a belt buckle in several places. 

"Now that's what a girl wants." She told me.

If that is what a girl wants, then she's not the girl for me. I think I've been subconsciously hoping Lidia is the girl for me. But that's just foolishness. 

I'm going to have to do something to get this whole fucking thing off my mind. I sit down and drop the manriki in my lap. I'm going to check this girl out. I hate thinking of it like that. That's what it is, though. If she's like Gina or Jesselyn I'm going to find a way to make myself just let it go. Fucking force myself. Her voice sounded so anguished. I've heard my sister's voice sound like that before. That tore me up inside, just like Lidia's voice did. 

One good thing about this damned hurricane bearing down on me. Everything is closed now. The storefronts are boarded up. 'You loot we shoot' spray painted across plywood and particle board slapped over windows. I'm going to ride it out in my apartment. My building is an old brownstone. My apartment has only three windows. All three of them are barred and protected from the wind by other buildings on three sides.

Lidia's apartment is at the end of the block from mine. The waterfront stretches around behind us to the south. It curves inward the closer it gets to the end of the block. It's about a quarter mile from the back of my building. I guess it's about a hundred yards from the back of hers as the waterfront curves in. Her building is a renovated office building. I looked at the apartments in there once. All the apartments are on a floor to themselves. It was too rich for my blood. I couldn't afford it at the time. That's how I ended up here. I realize I have a good idea what her apartment is like. How it's laid out. Each floor has a section of window with dozens of small panes about a foot square. Looks kinda artsy when they are kept clean. The multi pane windows all face the waterfront. There used to be a little park out there. Old guys playing chess and pretty girls jogging. Now it's used to dock boats. I bet the view isn't as nice as it used to be. 

I am thinking that the view in might be more interesting than the view out. This gets me to thinking.

I have been working the shipyard for a while now. I know alot of people. I never really talk to any of them but they all know me. My super at the shipyard gave me the nickname 'heavy' because I'll tackle anything. That's his word for anything rough or hard to do. ' That's a heavy job' or ' This is gonna be a heavy day '. I work the block and tackle that feeds cable into a big metal reel. The reel feeds the cable out to be used as a feeder line to pull boat hulls out into the bay. The welders finish their work on rigs built around the boats on the water. All day long I work the cables. I know it's the worst detail out there, but the other guys don't know how much I make, either. I earn more than the lower level office execs. My boss is a fair guy. Lucky for me. 

What I do is simple. I could be replaced by a machine that can do it faster. It just so happens that the machine that can replace me costs about a million times what they pay me in a year. That's good job security for me. When I first took the job I got my ass whipped every day. The cables would draw and tense and jerk me around like a rag doll in a pitbull's mouth. I learned to watch the cable and know when it was going to bind or buck. Now I work that bastard like it's a fine violin. My arms have gotten alot more solid, but it's not really a matter of muscle. It's a matter of finesse. 

Sometimes the other guys will come along with their big arms and big mouths. 'Let me show you how to work this thing.' They all say. I play out about a yard of slack and hand them the cable. The same thing happens every time. They square off and give it a hard tug with both hands. The cable is big, so you have to hold it with two hands to get a good grip. A half second later they get jerked off their ass and look up at me all crazy like. They always remind me of the way Wiley Coyote looks after he smacks the side of a cliff. I pick the cable up and play out two or three yards. The line tenses up and I let go with my left hand. I hold the cable tense with my right hand. When I feel it begin to draw up the least bit I ease an inch or so of slack out. This lets the cable seat on the reel while it moves, and it spools up on the reel in perfect even loops. I keep my right arm flexed so it looks like I'm making a tremendous effort. 

The guys says all kinds of things when I do this. My response is always the same.

"If you think you want to fuck with me, think again."

That's probably the most I've said to anyone at work except my super. He's a good guy. He can tell I don't like to talk. Neither does he, matter of fact. 

Sometimes when I'm working the cable I pretend I'm working with the manriki in my hands. Seems this old weapon is natural to me. Just a little finesse and it really springs to life. I have the motion down to a science. It's ironic this thing ended up in my hands. I don't believe in any of that spiritual shit, but maybe there's a reason why this thing came to be mine. 

So I'm going to walk down to the waterfront and take a look at the boats there. I'm familiar with boats, I know how to look at them and look like I'm looking at them, if that makes sense to anybody. While I'm looking at the boats to the casual eye, I am going to be checking Lidia out and get all this hinky shit over with. People are scrambling around securing stuff all over. I won't stand out a bit. Everyone there will know my face. I'm a familiar on the biggest shipyard in town. They will think I'm here helping to bolt things down. 

About an hour has passed and I'm walking along the waterfront. It's raining like a mad bastard. I have a pair of binoculars inside my rain jacket. People are scurrying around like crabs. I stop and help this old couple anchor their sloop. The big wet ropes are giving them a hard time. I take the rope from the old lady's hands. She thanks me with a smile. She is standing their in her dark green rain slicker holding her hands close to her midriff like she is cold. I knot the rope at the bottom of a piling and brace my right foot on the edge of the concrete and wood barrier. I pull the boat to and as it floats closer I loop the rope around the piling and scotch it tight. I hold my boot out and the stop the boat as it floats toward me. The man repeats this at the stern of the boat. He climbs onto the boat. I push the boat out until the ropes are almost taut. He drops the anchor and hops off the port side then ties it to the pilings on the other side. I'm not a sailor, but that boat ain't going nowhere. The man gives me a slap on the shoulder and thanks me. 

"Anytime." I tell him.

Good. Just a guy helping to prepare for the storm.

I walk further down the waterfront until I'm behind her building. The windows are still intact. Some of them have been cleaned up by the tenants. You can see new panes in some of the square frames. They stand out even in the driving rain. I scan up and down the building. I can't see the higher floors with the naked eye so I use the binoculars. The window in the fifth floor stands out. The panes are all colored. It looks like stained glass at first. I wipe the rain drops off the lenses and dry them with my shirt. Another look and I can tell the panes are painted.

Nothing suspicious here. Just a guy surveying damage, maybe looking for missing shingles. 

There are about fifty panes in the window and all of them are painted. Pastel colors that flow together smoothly. Lots of blues and faded coral colors. It doesn't look like they make a picture. Maybe from the inside they make a recognizable image. From the outside it's just a big mosaic of pretty colors. I can imagine cruising by in a big yacht and seeing the sun shining bright on all these pretty window panes. I bet it looks peaceful. That's something a woman would paint. 

I tuck the binoculars back in my jacket. I scan the area around me. Plenty of people moving around the waterfront. Two buildings down from Lidia's there is a man climbing a service ladder up the side of the old brick structure. Well now. This is just too convenient. I walk to the back side of her building. There are two ladders. One on the left side of the building and one on the right. The one on the right leads up close to the outer edge of each window. It goes all the way to the roof. The right hand ladder also faces the inside of the alleyway between her building and the next one over. That's good. The one on the left stops two floors short of the top. I guess it's for checking the down spouts or gutters or something. 

I step on the right hand latter and apply some weight. It's solid as bedrock. I start scaling the ladder. I don't look around me first. If someone sees me I want to look like I know what I'm doing. The rungs are close together so I have to goose step my way up. I stop a few times on my way up and pretend to inspect the building here and there. When I finally reach the window with painted panes I decide to make sure I'm not under any kind of suspicion. I hold steady with my left hand and pull my wallet out with my right. I take out one of my old check stubs. I look at it, look up at the building. I look at the paper again and look back at the building. I nod and then put the check stub back in my wallet and return my wallet to my pocket. 

Nope, nothing suspicious here. Just a guy checking the building out. He's using a diagram and looking the place over. Probably looking for surface cracks in the brick face of the walls. Just like the guy down the row. 

I slowly swing to my left and look into the painted window. At first I can't see anything. The apartment is dim. A light is on to the right of my field of vision. A shadow is moving around there. The view through the painted window pane is distorted and blurred. I still can't tell what the painting is supposed to be of. Right now it's giving me some much needed seclusion. 

The shadow grows short and a form walks into my sight from the direction of the light. It's her. I freeze.

I don't need to be doing this. It's wrong. It's criminal. If I saw someone else doing this I wouldn't ask any questions. I would drag his ass down and kick the living shit out of him. But now I'm up here so I have to stay or go.

I stay. 

She's walking toward me. She turns a couple of feet short of the window and plops down to the right. She's seated with her back to me. I can see the back of her head. I press my ear close to the window. A bright light comes on. I pull back and realize I'm breathing really fast. She sat down in a chair by the window and turned a lamp on. I creep back into place. The sky is cloudy and turbulent. No chance of a peek of sunshine coming through. With the light beside her I can't cast a shadow inside and alert her to my presence. I listen intently. 

I hear little beeps. She's dialing a telephone. She stops. More beeps. A pause, then more beeps. 

She's tying to make a phone call. Are the lines out? Shouldn't be. We haven't got any bad winds yet. More little beeps. No, she's just trying to make up her mind. She's dialing the number. Hanging up. Dialing it again. Hanging up again. She has to be terribly nervous. She's probably calling Eric. That fucker.

I hear her voice. She finally let the call go through.

"Mom?"

This comes as a relief to me. I'm glad she's calling her mother. Hopefully telling her she's going to stay with her until the cane blows over. Maybe she'll decide to stay there and not come back to Eric. Or maybe Eric won't be here when she comes back. 

"Yes Mom I know. You're right."

Come home baby. You still have time to evacuate safely. I'll have dinner waiting when you get here. 

I can't hear her mother's words but I know what they are saying. I know they are tugging at Lidia's heart.

I'll have your room ready. It's just the way you left it. 

"I want to Mom but I can't. Besides I'm on the outside edge of the bad weather . I just checked the weather."

It's still not safe baby. 

"It's no more dangerous than driving in this rain. I just wanted to let you know I am alright."

Lidia are you alright? Despite the weather. I know you Lidia. You've been depressed lately. Is there anything you need to talk about? You know I'm here for you honey.

"It's Eric Mom. I don't know what to do."

Tell me all about it Lidia.

"He's so different now. I want to break it off with him but I'm afraid to."

Lidia do you need me there?

"No Mom. I can take care of myself. I just hate the situation. He was really good to me when I met him. He made me feel strong. He gave me what I needed. Now that he knows I need him, he is making me hate him."

Some men are like that baby. You deserve better than that. You are a beautiful woman Lidia. The man for you is out there.

"I know. I just felt in my heart of hearts that he was the one. Now I know he's not. Some things have happened Mom. Things I can't live with."

Has he hurt you Lidia?

"I'm going to break it off with him tomorrow night. He's having some stupid hurricane party. I'm going to tell him it's over."

Lidia, darling, do you think it's a good idea? Come home and call him from here. 

"No Mom I have to do this face to face. The only way I can look at myself after the way he hurt me is to tell him to his face. Mom he used to give me support, make me feel able. Now he treats me like I can't live without him. I thought I needed to be treated that way, but I've made a terrible mistake. I've grown up alot in the past few weeks and I don't want to feel ashamed any more."

Her voice is trembling. She is close to tears.

Lidia you are a strong person. I don't want you to do this but if you think it is what you need then do it. Please just know what you are doing. Angry men are unpredictable animals. If he lays a hand on you call the police. Please baby.

"I will Mom." 

She is crying now. Little sniffles and snorts. She's close to breaking down and bawling. I know what she's thinking. If he lays a hand on her? He's already made a habit of slapping me around Mom and I let him do it. It excited me the first time but now it's gone too far. But I can't tell you any of that. I want to break up with him but I'm scared as hell to do it. Especially with his friends around. But now that I've talked to you about it I have to. I have to.

Lidia do what you think is right.

"Yes Mom I will. Promise. I got another scholarship offer in the mail yesterday. They want me to post a new painting on their web page and see the feedback they get."




Hurricane Party



Lidia I'm so proud of you.

She's an artist. That makes perfect sense to me. She's a work of art in herself. I can picture her standing in front of the window in a paint spattered t shirt and shorts. Her hair tied up in that sexy bun. A slender paint brush in one hand and another clenched in her teeth. An easel to one side of her with a neat row of open paint cans sitting on the little ledge. A paint smeared canvas resting in the easel where she mixes the colors to her liking. 

Right now she's sitting here crying to her mother over the telephone while I hide behind her like a fucking chicken thief. 

"Thank you Mom. I'm glad I can talk to you." 

I always have time for you Lidia. If you decide to come home I will be waiting for you. Just be safe. Please.

"I promise I will be. I love you Mom. Goodbye."

Goodbye Lidia. I love you.

I hear a beep. She hung the phone up. Now I can hear her crying. Long wails and sobs, deep breaths followed by more crying. The sound pierces me. Am I torturing myself as she much as he is torturing her? I look down. Sure enough I have a huge erection. My cock feels so hard it hurts. I've finally made up my mind. In my life of loneliness, scars and doubt, one solitary thing is for certain. 

I'm going to crash this hurricane party.

Ch. 3

My mind is racing. I walked around the waterfront for over an hour after I left Lidia's building. It was stupid of me to hang around afterward, but it didn't occur to me. Now I'm sitting here thinking of what to do. She's walking into a trap. Eric isn't going to listen when she tries to break up with him. He's not going to be reasonable. He won't be understanding. He will beat the hell out of her while his friends watch. His friends won't try to stop him. They will jeer and laugh while she cries and tries to run away. He said he would hold her down if he had to. I believe he will if he can.

But he won't. Because I won't let him. I have always felt like I was a stranger in the dark to the rest of the world. Tomorrow night that is exactly what I will be. 

I have seen some very sick, dark shit in my life. Lately I have been thinking of my own sick and dark shit. I'm not happy, you see. I can think of few brief moments in my life when I think I was truly happy. I am jeapordizing myself by taking this upon myself. I have to ask myself something. I know what a waste my life has become. I know how dysfunctional I am. I realize that I haven't done anything grand in my life. No one is inspired by me. I don't have any kids or wife to come home to. I'm one of those nameless faceless people who floats through life every day never truly being noticed or remembered. I can't remember one accomplishment so great I want to take the memory to my grave with me. I have had some friends and been with some people who made me feel proud in my past. They are all gone now and this wrecked person I am is all that is left behind. I have to ask myself.

If I do this can I learn to live with myself?

I know what the consequences can be. Probably will be. In the past my temper has got the better of me. Never without being provoked, but when I lost my temper I also lost self control. I had a friend tell me once 'You will find your place in this world'. That was almost twenty years ago. She's gone now. In the ground. I haven't found my place in this world. But goddamnit I am going to do something worthwhile for a change. Maybe I can make a place for myself in this world.

Most likely I am going to end up sitting in a prison cell. No one will write me. No one will plea for my pardon or appeal my case. No letters from a sweetheart waiting on the other side of the bars for me to come home to and screw her brains out. No cakes with files in them. If I go through with this I sincerely believe I can live with myself. So I can handle what life throws at me afterward no matter what.

I'm tired of sitting here. I've got things to do. I checked the weather channel a few minutes after I got back from the waterfront. The hurricane is poised about a hundred and ten miles off the coast from me. The tropical force winds are radiating out from the storm around it in a wide arc. The wind and rain are picking up outside. A few hours from now and it won't be safe to go outside. Most people won't go outside now. So that means it's time for me to get moving. I know this sounds redundant, but I need to go back to the waterfront. 

About twenty minutes later and I'm walking along the docks. A shadow lost in shadows. The wind is a constant high wail. It is almost pitch black out. No moonlight can penetrate the thick barrier of angry clouds. There are lights on in a few of the larger boats docked here. I steer clear of them. I am working my way to the pier near the end of the waterfront where the old guys like to fish. Something I need is there. Once I reach the pier I walk to the end. The wind is buffeting me pretty bad now, but I want to get a good look at the ocean. Whitecaps are raging everywhere. The hurricane is over a hundred miles away and I can barely walk for the strong winds. I can't imagine what it's going to be like when the bastard gets here. 

Along the pier at regular intervals are huge wooden beams. On every fifth beam is a big piece of pvc pipe with a curved fitting on top. They are for disposing of fishing line so they won't kill fish and other marine wildlife that can get tangled up in the line. The top is curved out to keep water from getting in. I've seen a few dead birds wash up on the shore with pieces of monofilament fishing line tangled in their feet and wings. They are pretty pitiful. I feel sorry for them. I carefully slide my hand down inside one of the plastic pipes. I feel a knot of fishing line. I pull the tangled mess of line out slowly, careful not to rake my hand through a bunch of fish hooks. I take a small plastic grocery bag out of my rain jacket and stuff the mass of fishing line in it. One more item and I can go home. 

Shipyards and docks are great resources for finding stuff. I mean just stuff. Pieces of rope, all kinds of discarded metal items. Lengths of chain. The problem is I don't really know what I'm looking for now. It's dark as hell outside and raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock. I know I'll find plenty of things out here. When I see one I can use it will come to me. It's kinda scary what I plan on doing. Then again I have been scared my whole fucking life. Time for someone else to be scared. 

After a few minutes of cautious rambling I have found it. I have come across an old sailboat with a salvage sticker on the hull. Sarah Lee is written along the ass end in big red letters. I guess someone likes cheesecake. It is only tied in one place. I guess since it's already beat to shit it won't affect the scrap value if the hurricane beats it a little more. And if it sinks big deal. 

Fuck the salvage. That there is an artificial reef now boys. Let's go fishin' They would say.

There is a small decorative anchor hanging from a silver chain on the bow of the boat. The anchor is about twelve or fourteen inches wide from tip to tip. The chain gleams in the random lightning flashes. 

I keep a diver's knife in my boot. The tip is thick and blunt for prying oysters and such off of rocks. I hinge the blade under the anchor and pop it off with relative ease. I wipe the blade of my knife on my pants before I put it back in its sheath in my boot. Old habits die hard. The chain is still attached to the hull. I wrap it around my right hand and give a hard slow tug. Never snatch a chain. That'll cut the piss out of you. Steady does it and she'll give every time. The chain has some kind if plastic sheath over it. Probably to keep it looking shiny. I push the plastic up and wrap the bare chain around my hand, then pull the chain slowly. It separates from the boat with ease. There is a small metal plate with four rivets hanging from the end of the chain. Flecks of fiberglass are stuck to the rivet heads. I splash the chain in the water to wash the fiberglass fragments off. Fiberglass plays hell with you if it ever gets in your skin. You will never stop itching. I wrap the chain around the anchor and put it in my jacket. Time to go home and make preparations. 

I have found inspiration in strange places in my life. I knew this old guy a few years back who was an ex-con. He was a guest of the Alabama prison system for a long time. That must be about as close to hell as you could get. He used to tell me the wild shit he saw while he was in. Often when he would tell me a story about the hardships of Alabama prison life, he would punctuate the tale by showing me scars he got when the story was happening. I learned alot of things that people do to each other in prison. One night he called me out of the clear blue. He was shit faced drunk at some dive and wanted me to give him a ride. I won't go so far as to say he was my friend, but at the time he was the closest thing to a friend I had. So I went to pick him up. When I got there he was getting into a shouting match with a bunch of bikers outside the bar. I apologized to the guys. They were pretty cool about it once he quit yelling. Then the drunk fucker got mad and turned on me. Next thing I know and he's taking a jab at me with a knife. A cheap knife, too. I don't know why but that pissed me off more than anything. The knife was old and ratty looking. The handle was deer antler that had turned yellow with age. The blade looked like it hadn't been sharpened or cleaned in since it was bought. The last thing you want is a rusty knife in your gut. Trust me, I know. 

He took a staggering run at me and swung the knife. I side stepped and dodged him. I planned on goose stepping around him until he had to stop to get his wind, then getting in my car and speeding off. To my surprise he was alot quicker than I had anticipated. He spun around and leapt right at me, knife held out in front of him. I came down hard with my left hand and hit his forearm just below the wrist, then punched him in the crook of the arm with a hard jab. His arm flew up limp but he still had the knife in his hand. I balled my right fist up as hard as I could and punched him in the throat. It felt like hitting a pinata. A little resistance then a soft mushy feeling. He tripped backward gagging and hacking. I stood my ground and waited for him to give up. People are unpredictable when they are drunk, more so when they are drunk and stubborn. He regained his balance and dived at me. His eyes were bulging out like that blue puppet Gonzo. He was still trying to catch his breath, but that didn't stop him from trying to kill me at the same time. I waited til he got about two good steps away then hooked to his left. I came around with my right elbow hard and fast. My elbow caught him squarely in the throat. He fell like someone had reached up his asshole and pulled his skeleton out. He lie there about for two minutes puking and bleeding until he decided to give up the ghost and die. 

The police showed up shortly thereafter. They questioned me for all of thirty seconds then started canvassing the crowd gathered outside for witnesses. I wasn't put in cuffs or told to stay put. I didn't even have to sit in the back of the squad car. Apparently the witnesses told them what they wanted to hear. They came back to me a few minutes later and told me I wasn't going to be charged with anything. They didn't ask me to come downtown, didn't ask me for my full name. They even asked me if I needed a ride home, to which I politely declined. I'm not entirely convinced they filled out a police report. They don't call it the dirty south for nothing. 

I learned alot from that old cuss. Tonight I am going to put what I learned to use.

It took me a while to untangle the mess of fishing line and old hooks. Now I've got about ten feet of the fishing line played out. I tied it to a kitchen chair and walked across my apartment until it tightened up. I walked back to the chair, doubling the line over itself once, twice, then a third time. I cut the line from the chair, then at the bottom of each loop, then at the top. Now I have three even length pieces of line. I knot them together on one end and tie that end to the chair. I make another small knot about two inches below the one attached to the chair. I pull a chair up and sit close to the one with the line tied to it. The fishing line is pretty heavy gauge. I would say maybe sixty or seventy pound test. More than enough for what I am using it for. I start braiding the three lines together. In ten minutes or so I have a piece of braided monofilament rope about three feet long. I tie it off at the end then cut the line between the two knots at the top. Last I tie a loop about the diameter of a quarter in one end, and a loop about the size of a nail head in the other.

I need a soda straw. I look through my kitchen cabinets and drawers and find three. One big one and two skinny ones. The big one is white with yellow stripes. The skinny ones are solid red. I'm pretty sure the skinny ones won't work. I might have to go digging through the dumpster to find one the right size. If I have to, I'll do it. 

I look through the jumble of fishing line and hooks. There are a few sinkers and several hooks in the tangle. I carefully cut the hooks and sinkers out of the line. Most of the hooks are big and rusted. When I am finished I have ten sinkers and eight hooks. Two of them are small treble hooks. Perfect. I got snagged on a treble hook once when I was a kid. I remember I was scared shitless. They have three sharp prongs and can get hooked in damn near anything. It got me in the skin of my right palm. I had to pull it out and it hurt like merry hell. 

I take one of the smaller sinkers and ream the hole in the center out with an ice pick. I slide the sinker over the neck of a treble hook. I have to force it a little but that's ok. That means it will stay put and work well. Next I tie the treble hook to the small loop of the braided rope I made. This is the moment of truth. I pick up the big soda straw and put the treble hook into the end. The hook slides in easily. That's a relief. It isn't touching the inside of the straw with all three prongs, so it has room to move. I hold the straw up and let the hook slide to the bottom then hold the straw upright on the kitchen table. I slowly pack the rope into the slender body of the straw. I twist the rope between my fingers as I pack it in, so it will roll into a neat spiral inside the straw. When all but the big loop is stuffed inside the straw, I wrap the loop around the base of the straw. Now all I have to do is lie the straw on its side and tape the end so the treble hook won't fall out. 

I just realized I have an erection. It doesn't seem like it but almost four hours have passed since I went back to the waterfront. It's almost daylight outside. Less than twelve hours til the hurricane party. I know Lidia isn't sleeping right now. She's thinking of Eric and trying to find a peaceful way out. I'm thinking about him trying to think of a quiet way in. 

For a moment I can picture her sitting in front of her painted window. How hopeless she has to feel looking out through the blues and coral colors at the raging sky and the ocean in its tantrum. The view has to be blurred. 

That is how our life has been, isn't it? We go through life holding on to the hope that there is some true happiness for us. Most of our life the vision and the realization of that happiness is blurred. I don't even know who I am any more. It pains me to know she must feel the same. Eric hurt her pride and turned her need against her. Now she is trying to regain her pride and it is tearing the girl apart. 

I'm going to take a long hot shower and lie down. I know I won't get any sleep. I just need to try and calm down. I might find myself at peace with this situation. I am going to crash the hurricane party tonight and kill all three of those bastards. Lidia will be shocked and scared for a while. The shock and fear will wear off. Eventually she will be living by her own free will and that thought is worth all this to me. In the not too distant future the view out of her painted window will be much brighter for her. Right now I'm going to lie my head on the table until I work up the energy to take that hot shower. 

Fade Out

Whoa. I can't believe I fell asleep. Shit it's almost six o'clock. 

I bolt to my living room and stand on my couch. I can hear moving upstairs. Scraping noises. Sounds like someone moving furniture around. Eric's getting ready for the party. That means I have time to get ready, too. If I know his scumbag friends half as well as I think I do they will be there early. They practically live there anyway. Lidia will be arriving early to talk to Eric. This could be a recipe for disaster. I have to get my ass in gear. I have to take a quick shower and rinse off three or four times with really hot water. That way I won't smell like soap or shampoo. 

I'm standing in the shower five minutes later rinsing like mad. I step out and begin to towel dry, when the power goes out. I fumble in my medicine cabinet for a candle. I clumsily slap around until I find a small candle and a lighter. The candle is just about shot. I light the little nub of a candle and go to my bedroom and get dressed in the half dark. Black shirt. Black leather jacket. Black gloves. Black denim jeans and black flat soled shoes. Did I mention I like black?

I take the candle and set it on my dresser. I cautiously open the drawer where I keep the manriki chain. How do I carry this thing around without sawing my leg off? Wait, the chain on the anchor. I grab the manriki by the handles and go to the kitchen with the candle in the other hand. Drops of wax hit the floor as I walk through my apartment. I set the manriki down gingerly in a chair and the candle on the tabletop. The anchor and chain are on my kitchen table. I strip the plastic sheath off the chain and slide it over the manriki. Like a fucking glove. I slip the soda straw in my front jacket pocket. With the plastic sheath over the manriki I can fold it up nice and put it in my back pocket. Last thing I grab is the anchor. I have to loop the chain around the neck of the anchor so it won't fall loose. I stuff the bottom of the anchor down the front of my pants about four or five inches. It sits flat against my stomach. Last I felt inside my jacket pocket and pulled the tape off the front of the soda straw. I pushed it hard into the bottom of the pocket so the treble hook can't fall out.

I can see my pants are tented. A blue vein throbber, guys in high school would have said. I hear voices from above me now. I climb the couch and press my ear hard against the wall. 

"Yeah it fucking sucks. Don't shit yourself, though. I have a shitload of candles and we have ice for the beer so it's all good." That's Eric's voice. I recognize it.

"Where do I stash the camera man?" The Tommy Chong impersonator asks.

"Beside that chair. She won't see it anyway." Eric replies.

"When is Lisa gonna get here? I got some ass kickin' ditchweed from my little bro this morning. I wanna get her flyin' and poke her ass tonight man." That's the other guy. So all three of them are there. 

I hear the high shrill ringing of a cell phone.

"Yeah? Ok, yeah whatever. Just hurry." Eric barks. "Lids is on her way. About twenty minutes."

"This is gonna be so fucking cool man." The second voice says.

"Just don't fuck it up. I told Lisa what a bitch Lids is being so she is cool with it. If Lids shows her ass I want you to help hold her down while Trip takes the pictures." Eric commands.

"I just push the button man?" Mr. Chong asks. Seems he ends every sentence with the word man. It's obvious he's an intelligent one. 




Hurricane Party



"Just push the fucking button when the green light comes on you fucking douche." Eric snaps. 

The cell phone rings again. Eric answers.

"Fuck!" He blurts. "Lisa ain't coming."

"I guess that means we get to work Lid's ass raw eh?"

"You damn right Trip. You are abso-fucking-lutely-right". Eric says in response.

Time to get moving. 

Thirty seconds later I am padding up the stairs. Good thing this hurricane is in town. This place is a ghost town. Most of the tenants here are older folks. They don't want to ride out a hurricane. They want to sit it out from three hundred miles away while watching the fucking thing on the news. Good for me. Less than twenty minutes now.

I'm asking myself can I really do this. Before I can answer my hand is touching the knob on Eric's apartment door. I turn the doorknob just the slightest. It turns freely under my hand. I didn't expect it to be locked anyway. These guys have the responsibility level of a cockroach in a shit house. I turn the knob slowly, dammit seems like it's taking forever. I spin the knob a bit farther then it won't turn any more. I open the door and slide inside.

It's dark in here and smells like three tons of reefer. There are seven candles illuminating the apartment. Four of them are sitting side by side at the far end of the room. I guess that's where he plans on making Lidia suck his grimy cock while the stoner takes pictures. The other three candles are scattered around, not really putting off much light in one place. I press myself against the wall and slide behind a big easy chair. I try to train my eyes on the base of the chair. Eric said the camera would be here. I can see a faint silver reflection near the right side of the chair. I touch it with my toe. Yep that's it alright. I push the camera under the easy chair with my toe. 

The chair reclines back. Shit someone is sitting in the fucking thing. I press flat against the wall. Fuck which one is it?

"Fuck." Eric screams.

His voice is from somewhere away from me.

"Dude don't you have any more candles? You have to be like, prepared for this shit ya know?"

That's the second guy. So then the guy in the chair is Trip. Hello Mr. Stoner. Are you enjoying your seat? 

I can smell his oily hair from here. I don't have to worry about him smelling me, this bastard stinks. I brace my right hand on the back of the chair then put my foot on the reclining lever on the side. I push the lever down and shove the chair upright. Trip flops forward in a comical little jump. He stands up and turns to face the chair.

"Whoa dude. Eric man your chair is fucked ....."

I can see the yellowed whites of his eyes.

"Who.." 

I'm waiting for him, standing not twelve inches away. My right arm is half extended. The palm of my right hand is laid flat with the fingers pointed in and the thumb hard against my palm. I punch him under his nose with the flat of my palm. I shove his nose upward into his brain like a grenade made of cartilage. He makes an odd 'urf' sound then goes limp and falls forward. I catch him as he falls and spin him around. I seat him back in the easy chair. 

That was your last trip asshole.

"Trip what did you say?" The second guy's voice. 

I see a dark shape walk into the room from a door on the right. I pull the small anchor out and let it swing from the chain.

"Trip what did you say dude? " The second guy asks again.

"I said anchors away motherfucker."

"Wha?"

With a snapping motion I swing the anchor up, then over my head and in a fast left hand spin. Just like working the cables. Not 'heavy' at all. The chain wraps around his neck one loop and the anchor circles back around and smacks him in the face. One of the prongs buries itself in his left eye socket. My cock feels so hard right now it just might explode.

I grab the back of his head with one hand and shove the anchor in with the other. I can feel a moment of sickening resistance, then the prong glides through the eye cavity into his brain. I rip the chain from his neck and grab it with both hands, then pull as hard as I can and slingshot his body into a dark corner behind me.

"What the fuck are you two doing in there?" Eric barks.

"Just enjoying the hurricane party." I say.

I pull the soda straw out of my pocket and palm it in my right hand.

Eric walks into the room through the same door the anchor man did. He sees me and freezes. 

"Who are you? Did Trip invite you?" He asks me angrily.

"No." I say. "Lidia did."

Eric takes a step forward and raises his right arm. Like he's going to tell me to get out. I jump forward and grab his right shoulder. I pull down with all my strength and bring my right knee up into his gut. He coughs out a belch of air and doubles over. I pull him upright. His face is turning a bruised purple color. His eyes are bulging in their sockets. His mouth is wide open, gasping for air. 

I put the soda straw in my mouth then lean forward and stick the other end in his open mouth. I blow hard into the straw.

He suddenly gets this confused expression on his purple face. I jam the straw back in my jacket pocket. He has about two feet of the braided rope hanging out of his open mouth. I punch him in the chest as hard as I can. He inhales in a loud whooshing sound. A foot of the rope disappears down his throat. I hook my finger through the loop at the end of the rope and draw the rope tight.

He starts acting purely insane. He's screaming and trying to slap at me. I tug the rope and he starts making gurgling crying noises. I pull the rope down and he drops to his knees. Good doggie. I pull it to the right, he crawls to the right. His eyes are shot with insane panic. Blood trickles from his mouth. He's trying to talk, trying to cry, trying to breath.

"Shhhhhhh." I whisper to him.

He tries screaming and I give the rope another tug. He immediately grows silent. Something in his pathetic garbled words sounded like 'I'm sorry'. I can't be sure. I bet he is, though. I take the rope with my left hand and pull the manriki out of my back pocket with my right. I give it a snap and the plastic sheath falls off. His eyes seem to grow to ten times their original size. The razor sharp links of the chain shine and catch in the candle light. He makes a feeble attempt to back away from me on his hands and knees. A slight tug on the rope and he stops cold. 

"You shouldn't hurt women." I tell him, then let go of the rope.

He makes a desperate dash backward on his hands and knees. I snap the manriki and it wraps around his neck. I give it just a slight tug and his skin seems to erupt in a gout of blood. I put my right boot on the back of his head and shove his face hard into the floor. A dark puddle spreads around him. I whip the manriki up in a snapping motion, and his body lies still. 

"That was for Lidia. She deserves better. Better than both of us." I whisper to the bastard.

"Oh my God." A voice says from behind me. 

I spin around, the porcelain handle of the manriki still gripped in my hand.

Lidia is standing there.

"What? Oh God what is happening?" She screams.

I'm frozen. I can't fucking move. Our eyes lock. She is ash white. She takes a step back toward the door. She's in shock. She can barely move. Neither can I.

Oh God no I've done more damage to her than Eric ever did.

She takes another step backwards.

Maybe if I do this I can live with myself echoes through my mind.

"I, I couldn't let him hurt you again." I say breathlessly. "I saw your bruises Lidia."

Her hand is on the door knob. Any second and she is going to break and run. She looks like she has just been shot.

"I saw the bruise when you walked by. I, I can't tell you. I mean, I don't know why I had to, why I had to do this. It just, I couldn't stand myself." I stammer. I can't even fucking speak. "I couldn't live with knowing he was hurting you. I had to do something and things, things just went too far. I got too mad about it because I saw how happy you could be." 

I should give up on trying to talk.

Her hand left the doorknob.

"Do I know you?" She whispered through tears.

"No. Nobody does. I'm nobody. Especially to someone like you. I had to do it. It was killing me, it was just, it was just because you are beautiful and you deserve so much better. I was eavesdropping. They were going to take pictures of you. The camera is under the chair. Eric was going to make you, he wanted, he wanted to do things."

I break into tears.

"I'll wait here for the police if you want me to. I'll turn myself in. It's just that, it's that.." I can't breathe to talk. I blurt the words out in a painful shove. "I have never had anyone in my life so beautiful as you who didn't die or go away, and I just couldn't stand to see you being torn apart." 

I'm consumed by crying now. I drop the handle and fall to the floor on my knees. I bury my face in my hands and let my anguish take me. I'll sit here and wait for the police. My breath is hitching and catching I am crying so hard. I'm kneeling in a puddle of Eric's blood. 

I've killed three men. I believe they honestly deserved to die. Now I realize I didn't just kill them because of Lidia. It's because my loneliness has consumed me. Look at the animal I have become.

I look up and Lidia is gone.

I guess I will sit here until the police arrive and carry me away.

An hour has passed and I'm still sitting here. 

Another hour passes.

And another.

I slowly rise to my feet. My knees pop and hurt. The police station is two blocks from here. She could have walked there ten times by now. I have gotten myself in over my head. This is all too heavy for me. I don't know what to do. 

Wait. Yes I do.

Fade Out

Somewhere in a small apartment in Charleston South Carolina a young woman is watching the news. She has watched the news channels all day. The headlines all repeat themselves. The same stories over and over again. She always grows still when one headline plays. She watches it, then waits breathlessly until the same news reel is played again.

"A grisly discovery in the aftermath of Hurricane Jeanne. The remains of three men were found in a pile of wreckage at a central Florida boatyard. The men were apparently drinking while seeking shelter on a boat that had been tagged for salvage. Authorities believe the men were killed as the boat, the Sarah Lee, broke free from its moorings and was thrashed between the docks for several hours. Authorities say they have not yet been able to identify the three men because their bodies were badly disfigured by being submerged in water for several days. Authorities also noted the waters are teeming with fish and other aquatic life that mostly skeletonized their remains and that is making the effort to identify the men more difficult. 

In an unrelated incident, a seven story apartment building was consumed by flames less than a mile from where the three bodies were discovered. At a press conference Monday morning the fire marshal stated that drug paraphernalia was likely the cause of the fire." 

I went back to the waterfront after the cane blew past. Debris was everywhere. Several of the buildings had lost windows. Lidia's building took a hard lick. Several of the window panes were missing. The gutters were twisted and torn away. The ladder I climbed to peer through her window was gone.

I found one of her painted window panes among the endless litter left behind by the storm. I keep it with me now. It's my talisman. It's a reminder. 

Time to move on.

Fade To Black